#(you absolutely do not need to match length at all! :D)

[dechevaliers]

Location: Outside the Daily Grind Open to all!

Laurent had never been so broke. Not since he was a kid.

He thought of his Greco-roman style Villa, the one he had left behind in Monaco and almost just started weeping. He thought of the pool and the courtyard, and the fact that he had staff. God he missed having people to do things for him. How he fucking missed having a maid. There was no way he was able to afford one now and who knew using a vacuum could be so frustrating.

With a slim folder full of sheet music tucked under his arm, Laurent was scowling like a leopard with a headache when she reached into his coat pocket for a cigarette. He was just bougie enough to have his own little slim metal case, the kind that even had a space for your zippo if you were so inclined. Laurent was a matches kind of guy though.

Laurent had the cigarette between his teeth, hands cupped around the end to spare himself a non-light situation and was half contemplating a latte when he dropped his folder. The thing was zipped tight, thank god, so nothing went scattering but still. Laurent dropped his head back and had a vicious and violent thought that did little to calm the tension curling like vines around his bones. He wanted to start screaming.

He sucked hard on the cigarette and with his pride long abandoned, bent down to pick up his belongings.

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only! forced arranged marriage, strong language. (Y/D/N + Y/M/N = your mom and dads names)

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part two

❥ marrying the enemy — r.c

Y/N

I’ve always known my father had some fucked up trick up his sleeve for my life. I always knew he’d pawn me off somehow, someway. Anything to make a quick buck, right? The thought alone sends me spiraling. Makes me see red. Anger. Shame. Fear. All the emotions that swirl through my mind as I pace my father’s in-home study, awaiting the arrival of none other than Rafe Cameron and his father, Ward Cameron.

I’m not one hundred percent sure what it is my father has planned, but I do know if it involves me being in the room, waiting on Rafe and Ward to arrive for a “meeting” as my dad put it. It can’t be good.

“Please sit down and stop pacing, sweetheart. You’re making me nervous” My father says, snapping me back into the cruel reality that is my life.

I stare back at him for a moment, mouth slightly parted in shock. I’m making him nervous? What about me? And my feelings? I was happy just an hour ago. Sitting in my room, studying for my upcoming final exam, when my father knocks on my door, letting me know my presence is needed in his study. When I asked him why? He told me that the Cameron’s were coming over, and that we had things to discuss. Things that would benefit both of our families tremendously.

Letting out a deep and frustrated sigh, I obey. I plop myself onto the large black leather couch that’s sat against the back wall of his office. I chew at the skin of my lower lip, anxiously scanning the length of the room. I have so many questions. What role could I possibly play in this “family benefiting” situation? I have my theory, but I absolutely hate the thought, so I quickly shove it down.

A few minutes pass, awkward silence and tension fill the air. As I open my mouth to ask what exactly I’m doing here, a knock sounds on the door, making me audibly clamp my mouth shut.

“Doors open” My father says calmly.

I’m not sure why, but now my hands are clammy. Shaking. Anxiety has crawled all the way up my spine, making me sit up right, resting my elbows on my knees that are now anxiously bouncing up and down.

The door is pushed open, and in walks Rafe and Ward. They’re both so different. If they didn’t look so similar, you wouldn’t know that Rafe was Ward’s son. Ward is dressed in a three piece suit with a white button up underneath, shiny black shoes and his hair is done to perfection. Rafe on the other hand is dressed in a simple pair of denim jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a pair of black and white Nikes. His hair is messy, parted in the middle and giving him the ‘just rolled out of bed’ effect.

No one can deny how attractive Rafe is though. Even I would be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed the Cameron boy’s good looks. He has perfectly plump pink lips that seem to always be drawn into a frown, his eyes are so blue, like the ocean on a cloudless day— you could drown in his eyes — a perfectly defined jawline that could cut diamonds. And his body? Lets just say the few times I’ve hung out with his sister, Sarah, and we’d be lounging by the pool, Rafe and his friends would love to come terrorize us, and I couldn’t ever break my eyes off of his perfectly sculpted body. Hard defined chest and abdomen, tanned, smooth skin. Rafe Cameron is what I’d imagine a Greek God to look like.

But he’s also got a nasty drug habit. A God complex. He truly believes he’s God’s gift to mankind, and that in itself makes him the ugliest person I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. I don’t miss the glare he shoots my way the minute he sees me sitting on the couch. The look in his eyes is so angry, so lifeless. It makes me even more terrified of what’s about to be said in this room. He knows something I don’t, and that is terrifying.

“Thank you for having us over today Y/D/N, I know it was short notice, but Rose and I felt it’s best to get a move on things” Ward says simply, giving away nothing.

Rafe snorts, rolling his eyes as he finds a seat in front of my father’s desk. He crosses his arms across his chest, slumping into the chair and spreading his legs wide.

“Not a problem, Ward. Y/M/N and I agree, it’s time we get this process moving”

Getting annoyed with the beating around the bush they’re playing at, I stand from the couch. “What… What are we talking about? Get what moving?”

My voice sounds small and weak, pulling another forced laugh from Rafe’s chest. He turns his head, blue eyes finding mine as he says, “Oh. You don’t know?”

“Know… Know what?”

“Our parents are making-” Rafe begins but his dad cuts him off.

“That’s enough, Rafe! Sit there and don’t speak unless we say. Got it?”

Rafe grumbles under his breath, but I pay him no mind. Instead, my heated gaze is strictly on my father. His eyes have a small hint of empathy in them, but not much.

“Y/N, sweetheart. Come sit, would you?” He asks.

I try and swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat, but I can’t seem to. My entire body is frozen in fear. My mind is racing. I knew Rafe knew something from the moment he stepped foot into this room. The air is thick, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I don’t dwell on that right now. Instead, I hesitantly make my way over to the chair beside Rafe, slowly sitting down and crossing my ankles together underneath the seat.

Ward clears his throat, “So. As you both know, Cameron Developments has been wanting to merge together with Y/L/N Industries. We think the best way to make our businesses grow and merge together into one big company instead of two working together, is by having one child from each family to be married. And since Sarah is dating John B. and Wheezie is only thirteen, that leaves me with Rafe.” Ward pauses, thinking on how to continue with his spiel. “Your brother is only seventeen, so that couldn’t work. So that leaves you, Y/N.”

I pinch my brows together. I must’ve been hit over the head with a two-ton brick because there’s no way he just said married.

“I- I don’t follow…” I say honestly.

Rafe chuckles, lolling his head to the side so his eyes meet mine once more. “They’re saying we have to get married, princess. Total bullshit, I know. But apparently, we have no choice.”

Ward ignores his son, his eyes finding mine as he takes in a deep breath. “Rafe is right. Albeit his attitude needs some adjustment, he’s right. The two of you are to be married. Your father and I have signed all the necessary paperwork, and all that is left to be done now is get you and Rafe married. As soon as possible.”

My mouth is stuck in an ‘O’ shape, shock and anger rushes through my body. I probably look like an idiot from having my mouth wide open, but I simply do not care. How could my parents do this to me? Pawn me off like I’m a game winning prize? To Rafe fucking Cameron of all people too. All for what? Money? Merging two very successful businesses into one? None of it makes sense. And it’s unfair.

My father’s stern voice pulls me from the thoughts swirling in my mind, “Sweetheart, close your mouth.”

I snap my lips shut, my eyes narrowed into slits on my father. “Daddy. You can’t be fucking serious..”

“Language, Y/N!” He snaps, and I can’t bite back the scoff that escapes me. He has the nerve to say something about my cursing rather than explain why the fuck he’s forcing me to marry… Rafe…

“I’m serious, dad! I’m not marrying him! I don’t love him! Hell, I don’t even like him! You can’t make me marry him!” I snap back.

Rafe snorts beside me. “You think I wanna fucking marry you? The prude, Kook princess who thinks she’s better than everyone else?”

I open my mouth, a sharp comeback sitting at the tip of my tongue, but Ward’s booming voice makes me snap my mouth shut again.

“Rafe! That’s enough. We’ve discussed this, and this is happening. The two of you will just have to learn how to tolerate one another”

My gaze trails back to my father. He’s sitting back in his black leather office chair, his hands clasped together and resting on his stomach. His eyes are void of any emotion. No anger. No sympathy. Nothing.

“Daddy…”

“Sweetheart, this is final. I’m sorry, but Ward is right. This is happening. We’re announcing the engagement this weekend, your mother and Rose have already started planning everything. The wedding will take place in one months time. You will become a Cameron. You both will be doing our family a huge favor.”

I shake my head, a scoff escaping me once again. Standing from my seat, I push my way past Ward and stomp out of my father’s office. I don’t even care if I’m acting like a child right now. I’m being forced to marry Rafe Cameron. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

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[taurussbabe]

NSFW alphabet

note: first time doing something like this, hope you like it warning: obviously nsfw content, smut...

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Charles places feather kisses all over you

He loves to hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep

He loves to clean you and if you’re going to sleep, he brushes your hair and braids your hair because he knows you don’t like to sleep with your hair down

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

Charles loves your legs

The moment he saw them, he knew he was a goner

He loves to leave a trail of kisses and hear the sounds you make when he does so

His favorite part of his body is his arms and hands

He loves how you get so excited every time you see him flexing his arms

Or how you grab onto his arms when he’s pounding into you

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He loves to cum in you, that’s a fact

But also loves when you make him cum in your mouth

Seeing you lick your lips clean and swallow him, that truly turns him on again

He also adores to make you cum with your fingers and then put his fingers in your mouth so you can taste yourself

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

He never told you (and doesn’t plan on) but he thinks you’re so hot when you speak French

Not being your first language, he just loves how it rolls of your tongue

He would LOVE to do it on a plane

He never did it but he loves the idea, but you’re always with people on the plane, whether it’s going to races or holidays

He hopes to one day join the mile high club

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Unlike what most people think, charles isn’t even that experienced

He had long term girlfriends so he was never really with a lot of people

But he DOES know what he’s doing

He knows exactly when and what do to in order to make you go crazy

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

Charles loves to see the faces you make when he makes you feel good

So he loves missionary

This way he can just whisper dirty things near your ears easily

Also, when he’s tired from his workouts or races, he woman on top or cowgirl

Where he can just lay down, and watch you take care of him

He enjoys watching you place your hands on his chest

This way he’s also able to grab your boobs while you’re riding him

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sometimes he says things in English that don’t mean what he think it does, that causes a laugh between the two of you

But usually he’s more serious and calm, determined to make you feel good

He also likes to think of himself as a romantic, so he doesn’t want to ruin the atmosphere between the two of you

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Charles is well groomed, he likes to be trimmed but not completely bald

He also loves to make sure you’re comfortable with the length of his hairs and takes your suggestions into consideration

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Charles is a romantic

He absolutely loves to kiss you, always

There isn’t one single time you have sex where he doesn’t kiss all of you

One time, he was trying to be so romantic he filled the room with roses and candles and even played soft romantic music in the background

That was definitely the best sex you two ever had

It was just so intimate and romantic

He loves to stop and look into your eyes, brushing a stray of hair behind your hear

j = jack off (masturbation)

When he’s away for too long and you cant join him in races he masturbates

But when he’s at home, you both satisfy each other pretty much, so he doesn’t need it

Sometimes you end up facetiming when he’s away, and you both get at it together

k= kink (one or more of their kinks)

C’mon, the man talks about having kids all the damn time, he obviously has a breeding kink

He loves to cum in you

And fuck his cum back into you with his fingers, obviously with your permission

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves the bedroom, it’s basic, but he loves it

There no one will interrupt you guys and he loves to know that

Also loves the car

Like, it’s so impractical but he loves it

Going for a midnight drive and stop where no one can see you

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lingerie, RED lingerie

He absolutely loses his mind, seeing him in ‘his’ color

And when you say you bought it just for him, because it’s his color

Also, seeing you wear a Ferrari shirt to sleep, and noting underneath, except but some panties

After seeing you spend an afternoon with kids, whether it’s his cousins or yours

When you get home that night, he’s definitely gonna make love to you until the sun rises, whispering how much you would be a good mom, and that you would look so good pregnant

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you or leave bruises.

He just isn’t into that.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He goes down on you a lot and he’s extremely good at that.

He prides himself in knowing he can make you cum from just his tongue.

He also likes when you go down on him, but prefers to be inside you so he prefers to go down on you

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood.

Sometimes after a bad race, you tell him to take it out on you and he’s rougher and fast

But on those days where he’s all romantic he slow and sensual and wants to make it last as long as he can

Also, depending on your mood as well, if you had a bad day, you might want it fast but if you’re feeling emotional he’ll be super soft and slow with you

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Likes them but doesn’t want to make a habit out of it

Like sometimes in the middle of the night if he wakes up hard, you’ll have a quickie.

Or after a race, just before interviews

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends if you ask for something, he’ll think about it

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He HAS stamina

A bunch of it, don’t know if it’s from training or anything like that

But he can go on and on and ON

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

He knows you own a little toy for when he’s away

He’s ok with it, but he doesn’t like that you use it when he’s home

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He LOVES to tease, he can do it for hours

But after he does it, you make sure to punish him, teasing him as well

And you like to tease him on your own as well, wearing a backless dress with a huge slit on your leg and then beg him to let him come

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get loud

But he loves to make you go crazy at the point you nearly have to yell

He groans loudly a lot

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You were laying in bed in the middle of the night, peacefully sleeping when charles wrapped his arm around you and woke you up with soft kisses on your neck

“I need you” he said “like physically need you”

He pressed his body onto you and you could feel his hard cock against you

“ok, love” you said and within seconds felt him push himself inside of you

“let’s just stay like this” you nodded and drifted off to sleep again and so he did

And in the morning, you did it properly but for that night, you just stayed like that the whole time

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

He’s definitely large, bit in girth and length

But more in girth than length

The first time you gave him a blow job you were scared you couldn’t do well because of his size

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You had sex a few times a week, not every day but certainly not a low sex drive

There was one time where you went on a holiday week just the two of you and had sex every single night until the sunrise

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he loves aftercare so he makes sure you feel loved and valued before he’s ready to fall asleep, but he usually likes to watch you fall asleep first

But you drift off pretty quickly so it’s okay

[coralinnii]

Congrats on 2.7k followers!! You deserve it! :D For the event, may I request Malleus, Azul, Jade and Floyd with a gentle giant S/O? As you can already guess, S/O is super tall (you can change this detail if you’d like, but perhaps they’d even be noticeably taller than Malleus?) and maybe even kind of intimidating because of it, but they’re very friendly, quiet, and gentle. 

Again, congratulations on your achievements!! Keep up the great work you’re doing 🥳

‧₊˚✧ My Statuesque Sweetheart ‧₊˚✧

↳ Tall Gentle Giant/Reader

feat: Malleus ❋ Azul ❋ Jade ❋ Floyd genre: fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, I love beluga whales (it’ll make sense in Jade’s ver.),

Sooo…being someone that can’t relate to being tall :I, I went around to ask some of my taller friends to know what’s that like, so this took longer cuz of research. I also got into Genshin to prep for another prompt someone asked me and dang, do I gotta research on that too.

Similar prompt: Tall!reader who loves hugs

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

You were certainly a surprise to him. In his long years, rarely does he find people where he doesn’t have to tilt his head down for once.

Despite your height, you were as cute and friendly as a woodland creature, a contrast to Malleus who exudes regal power without much effort. He’s fascinated by you as your stature can command the room yet your energy has a rather soothing effect on him and those around you. 

Man is saying you have zero scary dog energy, and that is adorable to him.

If you’re the affectionate type, congratulations! You’d be one of the few to be able (and allowed) to reach his horns. What started as curiosity soon became a habit as you made it your love language to care and clean Malleus’ iconic features. As a bonus, everytime you are done it’s fun to lay your head gently upon Malleus’, between his horns which catches him off guard no matter how often it happens. 

Having a tall man with money certainly has privileges as you now have access to his personal tailor as well. Was there a pair of pants you really like but it only reached your ankles? Not anymore, let the royal tailor deal with that and add some matching accessories to that. 

However you feel about your height, you are a sublime creature of beauty to Malleus. When he looks up to you smiling at him with the shining moon behind you highlighting your tall outline, he hasn’t seen anyone more otherworldly than you. 

You stand out amongst every human I have encountered. Hm? Ah, I do not refer to your stature but rather… the way you effortlessly capture my attention and ensnare my thoughts with visions of you.

Azul being around an incredibly tall person? What else is new? Azul doesn’t feel all that insecure about his height, before or after meeting you.

Well, you’re definitely the most pleasant person he knows that towers over him, at least. He knows that many, him included, would use your sort of stature as an advantage over others. Instead, he likes your rather sweet nature and way of conduct. 

If you have stretch marks due to your rapid growth spurts, Azul would feel absolutely touched if you trusted him enough to show it. Azul would genuinely praise your resilience to may have been an aching and painful experience to go through. If you let him, he could create a potion to get rid of the marks if it truly makes you insecure, but he finds you beautiful no matter what. 

Watch him flinch and get flustered anytime you wrap your arms around him, smothering him with your taller form. You would laugh to see him so easily out of sorts if you press your weight onto him. He can handle it of course, but the heat of your all-encompassing hugs is vastly different from his time in the cold sea. 

Azul would provide certain things that would suit your needs that others may overlook. Suddenly, you would find blankets that can cover you entirely, or you were gifted a coat that is actually a long coat that doesn’t awkwardly cut off at a weird length on you. Mirrors in Azul’s private room are always suspiciously up to your eye-level whenever you visit. 

He’s happy to know that you see him as someone reliable regardless of that. He has an interesting way of showing his appreciation

Do you like the new decor of the Mostro Lounge? The new additions are quite beautiful and eye-catching. The tall but dazzling designs were inspired by you, after all.

Oh my. What a sight to behold, you are. 

Jade doesn’t seem like the type to brag about his advantageous height, but he is aware that not many can reach his stature and even fewer actually pass him in that regard. 

He still treats you as courteously as he always does, even more so as the two of you start to grow closer. 

A nice bonus about having a tall boyfriend is that most of the things in his room are perfect for you! Beds you can fully stretch out in, actual full-length mirrors that don’t make you bend down, and furniture that doesn’t require you to squish yourself into. Jade’s (and Floyd’s) has become one of your favorite places to visit.

He does find it amusing that some people may find you intimidating because of your height as he knows that you were far from any definition of that word. Jade would chuckle to himself whenever he sees you getting happy or excited, like watching a playful beluga whale squeaking in joy. Your gentle features and bright smile shines through any misconceptions of your intimidating form. 

Though not quite used to it, Jade doesn’t mind having to crane his neck to meet your gaze. Especially not when he could watch your adorable quizzical expression as he asked you to lower your head to him, only to whisper teasing words into your ear. He especially finds it fun to watch you jump to your full height in flustered surprise, even occasionally bumping your head on a hanging decoration. 

Really, how could he resist you? 

Do you need rest, my love? Perhaps a cup of tea can soothe your aches and joints while you sit.

Oh, Floyd would have no issues with you being taller than him. Probably the opposite, really.

Don’t @ me but I fully believe Floyd has a thing for legs, be it his own or others. He’s so fascinated by these human features that you may even catch him blatantly staring appreciatively at your legs. 

“What’s the big deal? They’re right there, who can blame me?”

He will however, with full confidence, laugh his lungs out if you hit your head on the door frame or trip on an ottoman seat you didn’t notice. Maybe he’ll rub the ouchie away but he’ll be laughing while he does.

Be prepared for impromptu fashion shows with custom made shoes to show off your gorgeous mile-long legs. Floyd could spend hours looking through online shopping with you, showing you websites that specifically cater to tall drinks of water like yourself.

This man will be floored by the experience of being the little spoon of a hug. To be able to lean into your arms and rest his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you  lovingly pat his hair? You can be unknowingly smothering him and he’ll be loving every moment of it. 

Regardless if you’re confident or not, Floyd loves to take you dancing. If you’re not confident in your dancing, Floyd is more than happy to lead you with every beat until you have fun. The man just loves to see the flashing lights paint your body, with your smile being the brightest of them all.

Did you get taller, Shrimpy? Aha ha, just pulling your leg there! Though, wouldn’t make a difference to me. You’re still a hottie even if you, hehe!

[ohnococo]

Kento Nanami NSFW Alphabet

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

He’s very quiet, soaking in the moment. He just wants to lie with you and feel that afterglow, hands playing with your hair, listening to your soft breaths. If he speaks it’s a whisper, and if he moves it’s slowly, keeping his hands on you as much as he can. Also he prefers not to pull out right away if you don’t mind it, just wants to be inside of you until one of you needs to get up.

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

Nanami likes his own hands. Strong, capable, and well-maintained. You won’t catch him with uneven nails or dry skin. He carries a nice hand cream in his coat to make sure of it. It’s not necessarily out of vanity, he just doesn’t like having rough hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Cums absolute buckets. Even if he just came like an hour ago it’s just SO much. Texture wise it’s on the thinner side, inoffensive taste as well. He’s not a shooter either, it gushes out more than anything, coating his knuckles and pooling on his hips. 

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

I’m sorry I know we’ve discussed this at length but Nanami is 100% a filthy panty sniffer. He doesn’t like to do it outright, but whenever you leave him unattended with your panties he has to have a sniff and file the scent away in his mind to conjure up later when he’s fucking his fist. 

When he’s been particularly stressed or pent up this becomes much less secret as he’ll shove his nose right against your cunt to sniff them while they’re still on you before taking them off. 

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

Nanami is fairly average in terms of experience. He’s had sex before, and knows what he’s doing, though most of his skill comes from being an attentive lover. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Generally, anything face to face (like this or this) He wants to kiss you and be kissed, especially when you’re cumming, he wants you moaning into his mouth. He also loves being able to watch your face while you have sex.

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

Nanami is generally serious in the bedroom, sex with him doesn’t ever feel impersonal so he isn’t one to laugh or joke around. Even if it is a no-strings-attached situation, he’s always very intimate. That being said, bodies making funny noises, or situations that could lead to a laugh (or even embarrassment) like a cramped leg or slipping out of his grasp don’t phase him at all. He knows these things happen and isn’t uncomfortable about it, so he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable either and just moves past it.

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

Not the popular take, but I personally hc Nanami as not being naturally blonde, so his pubic hair is dark, though he keeps it trimmed quite short. 

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

Incredibly intimate, even if you aren’t really in a relationship or exclusive. He’s serious about you enjoying yourself, and he feeds off of your pleasure. Even from the first time he’s always kissing you, caressing you gently, whispering to you about how good you feel. Considerate of you as well, if you get especially sensitive and need a break after you cum he’s happy to lie there cuddling, kissing, being gentle until you’re ready for more - even if he hasn’t cum yet himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nanami is zero or 100. Most often he masturbates in the shower, as a sort of release more than anything. These times his hands are quick and his eyes are closed, head tilted back, water hitting his back. Other times? He’s so slow with himself, rubbing his body all over for ages before he touches his own cock, then when he does he’ll make slow, drawn out thrusts into his hand. He cums hardest like this, but is the most relaxed. Likes cumming on himself in the moment, hates the cleanup afterwards. He finds it inconvenient, thus the usual shower sessions. He’s even worn a condom while masturbating for easy cleanup too. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Clothes on sex. It’s surprising at first because something like public sex with Nanami is an absolute hard no, but he loves nothing more than just undressing you enough to go down on you, or fuck you against the wall. He still takes his time, he still kisses whatever bare skin he can get to without completely undressing you, but something about it gets his balls tightening. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Honestly, locations are very vanilla for Nanami but as long as it’s in the privacy of your home he’s generally for it. His favourite is in bed, but when it comes to him going down on you?? He might throw a lot of his usual reservations out of the window. Whenever, wherever for him - in the kitchen on his knees while you’re trying to make breakfast, in the shower before work, even on the balcony where someone might see. It’s the only time he can be tempted to bend his hard Not in Public rule. 

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

Flashing him your panties, asking him to go down on you, and he has a slight subby streak so telling him to do something (touch you, pull out his cock, get on his knees, etc) has his cock twitching immediately. Also, for as much as he doesn’t like any kind of public or risky sex, he loves having you whisper in his ear or text him dirty things in public. 

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

He’s willing to discuss a lot of things, and even if it’s not something he would have jumped to do if you tell him why you want it or how bad you want it he’s willing to reconsider trying it. However he generally doesn’t like any kind of public sex, as far as he’s concerned it has the potential of involving people who have not consented to walking in on something so he can’t really get into it the way he prefers. 

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

He loves receiving, of course, but giving? It borders on fetish for him. He loves smelling you, tasting you, having his face covered in your juices. It drives him crazy. It’s what he thinks about when he jerks himself off, it’s what he wants to relieve his stress after a long day, when he finally gets that much needed vacation it’s first on the itinerary. 

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

Nanami prefers to take it slow, slow kisses, slow strokes, and he loves being sensual. It’s a full body experience for him and he wants to be able to focus on every part of it. 

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

Quickies are out of necessity for Nanami, typically when there’s just no time and it’s not really an often occurrence for him. He‘s a patient man, a fan of delayed gratification, so he’d rather just wait until you can do things properly. The exception is when he’s been especially stressed, and he just needs that release. In cases like that, you’ll find him rushing home and asking to go down on you then and there - having his face buried between your legs where he can smell and taste you is stress relief for him and if you only have 10 minutes before you need to be somewhere, well then he’ll have you cumming fast. 

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

Absolutely down to experiment, but risks are always informed and measured. He doesn’t go into anything on a whim, he wants to do it properly so anything you may suggest he’ll have to think on, and anything he suggests will have been thought over already.

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

He has a fairly long refractory period. You aren’t going to get another session for the news several hours at least once he’s cum, however he is incredibly disciplined at keeping himself from cumming no matter how close to the edge he is. It comes from his habit of getting himself close then pausing or slowing down until he’s no longer on the precipice of orgasm. He didn’t even know about “edging” for the longest time, it was just something he did because he enjoys the journey as much as he enjoys finally cumming hard at the end of it. Because of that he has incredible stamina and lasts long enough that most will be satisfied and welcome a break. 

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

He doesn’t own any toys himself, but he will take an interest in yours and knowing what you like, how you use them, and likes using them on you or during sex with you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nanami can be one to tease for sure, though it’s not always intentional. When he has the time he likes to take it very slow, to the point it borders on edging. He’ll build you up to your orgasms and then stop just to kiss you long enough that the feeling fades, only to start up again. He can go for ages like this - though sometimes he’s teasing himself more than you. 

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

He isn’t very loud, more than anything he breathes heavily when he’s close and has these contented sighs throughout - deep noises carried on a low hum. He does let out the odd moan but it’s very low and breathy. More of a grunt when he’s cumming too.

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

He can and will be out here naked for sex with his socks still on, pulled all the way up too. It doesn’t even occur to him to take them off, because it’s not like they’re in the way, right? 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Nanami’s cock is thick, especially the head of his cock. It’s soft and smooth and a pretty salmon colour too. 7 inches, uncut, veiny, and his balls are HEAVY. Big, surprisingly not that low hanging for the size of them - will definitely slap against you when he’s fucking you. 

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

His sex drive can fluctuate wildly. Sometimes he’s horny really often for days on end, sometimes he’s not bothered by a lengthy dry spell. When he’s very stressed his sex drive does seem to be higher, at the very least for the opportunity to have some kind of release at the end (or middle) of the day. He’s flexible though, in that he can match his partner’s sex drive without feeling like he’s doing more or less than he wants. 

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

Nanami is very relaxed right after he cums, it’s the most peaceful you’ll see him, but not to the extent of falling asleep. He likes to just bask in the feeling for a while, talk if you’re up for it, enjoy the silence if not. He will nod off eventually, but not before he pees and gets ready for bed properly. 

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Reward

A/N: can be read as a part two of Whisper Sweet Nothings or probably read as a stand alone. I hope you enjoy; it’s pure filth!

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: semi public smut, oral f receiving, choking, use of a strap on

Part One

“And new…WWE Woman’s Tag Team Champions…”

All of the sound drowned out and all you could focus on was Rhea and that fact that you were both now champions. You had won your match at Summer Slam and adrenaline was coursing through your veins.

Rhea scooped you up in her arms and carried you up the ramp, almost more excited to get you back stage than the win itself.

Everyone backstage began to congratulate you and while you were grateful, you only had one thing on your mind- her.

You practically dragged her into the locker room where you threw yourself at her. The kiss was full of passion and heat, still riding high from the match.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it,” she chuckled as you kissed down her neck.

“Baby, I need you,” you whined, pulling at her gear.

“And you’ll have me, love. Do you remember what I told you your reward would be if we won?” She asked.

“Of course,” you chuckled. She went over to her bag and grabbed something out of it. She hid it behind her back and looked at you with a devilish smirk.

“You brought it?” Anticipation began to gnaw away at you, more than excited for what was to come.

“Did you really think I was going to wait until we got back to the hotel to absolutely ravage you?” She asked, stalking toward you slowly. “We better find some place private, sweetheart. Don’t want just anyone walking in while I ruin you, now do we?”

“Let’s go then,” you smirked. She stuck her strap back in her bag and took it along, following you through the corridors back stage. A few people stopped you to tell you how amazing the match was and while you appreciated all of the attention, the only person’s attention that mattered was Rhea’s.

You finally found an empty room, seemingly used for storage. There was a single chair in the corner and the rest of the room was filled with props and outfits. You quickly locked the door behind you making Rhea laugh.

“Desperate tonight, hm? Can’t wait for me to split that pussy open I bet,” she said. “Strip for me.”

She didn’t have to tell you twice. Perhaps you were overeager, but you didn’t care. She could tease you about it later, you just needed her hands on you now.

“Your turn,” you said, pulling off your last article of clothing.

“What? You don’t want me to fuck you in my gear? I know how much you like it.” She ran a finger down your face and the length of your neck. Her touch send a chill down your spine making you shiver.

“As hot as you look in it, can’t exactly do what I want to with it on,” you told her.

“And what is it you want to do?” She asked.

“I wanna taste you. Please? I’ve been craving it all night,” you begged.

“This is supposed to be about you, love,” she argued.

“I don’t care. Right now I just need you.”

As much as you loved when Rhea would throw you around and be in control, you also loved worshipping her and her amazing body. She’d never admit it, but she had never had someone make her feel as amazing as you and she loved having you between her thighs.

“Such a naughty girl, needing my pussy in that slutty little mouth of yours.”

She quickly herself of her gear and beckoned you over.

“On your knees.”

You quickly obeyed and knelt in front of her. She tossed a leg over your shoulder and grabbed onto a spare rack to balance herself.

You wasted no time in teasing your tongue through her folds. She let out a content sigh and let her eyes close so she could focus on your ministrations between her legs.

You found her clit and begin to circle it with your tongue. You had spent plenty of time going down on Rhea in the last few days that you knew what would make her tick.

You suck on her clit lightly before moving down and teasing her entrance. You switched to licking thick strips up and down her pussy and the moans quickly began to fall from her lips.

Her free hand wrapped itself in your hair as she began to guide your movements; she still needed some level of control after all. Your hands reached around, grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze.

“You’re a cheeky little thing tonight,” she chuckled. “You’re making me feel so good.”

You quickened your pace between her legs and you swore she even began to tremble above you. Before you knew it, her grip on your hair was tightening and she was fucking your face through her orgasm.

“Fuck, baby; you’re amazing,” she moaned, finally releasing you from her grip. “Stay right there.”

She grabbed her strap from her bag and slid it on. She came back over and stood in front of you again.

“Suck it.”

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“You heard me. Suck it and get it all wet and ready for your pussy,” she said. You opened your mouth and took it in inch by inch. You bobbed your head slowly at first, getting used to the feeling. Once you got more into it, you increased your speed. Rhea was staring down at you mesmerized. You got a bit too enthusiastic with it and ended up gagging a bit.

“Shit, baby, I think we’re good,” she said, pulling away from you. “Lay down for me. I wanna watch as I ravage you.”

You did as she said, your back hitting the cold floor beneath you. She slid the strap through your folds a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“So wet for me baby; is that all just from eating me out?” She asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Of cour- oh fuck!” Rhea cut you off by sinking into your pussy until she was flush against you.

She pulled out slowly before sinking back in at the same speed. She watched as your pussy took her inch by inch. Once she was satisfied that you were completely full, she set a brutal pace. It nearly knocked the air from your lungs but you managed to praise her nonetheless.

“Look at you, pretty girl- taking my cock so well. This pussy is all mine, yeah?”

You were too far gone to answer, but her hand wrapping around your throat brought you back to reality.

“Yes, all yours!”

“That’s my girl,” she chuckled. She didn’t let her rhythm falter as she began to circle your clit with her thumb.

“I’m so close, don’t stop!” You begged.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said, using all her remaining strength to fuck into you relentlessly. The coil inside you snapped, sending you over the edge. You swore your vision blacked out for a moment before coming back down to earth. She slowed to a stop once your orgasm had slowed to a stop. She pulled out of you and frowned as you winced.

“Was I too rough, sweetheart?” She asked, placing a soft hand on your cheek.

“Not at all! That was completely mind-blowing if I’m being honest,” you reassured her. She gave you a warm smile as she took off the strap and grabbed your clothes. She helped you off the floor and steadied you, your legs feeling like jello beneath you.

“Easy there,” she chuckled. She helped you get dressed before redressing herself.

“I’ll give twice as much effort if that’s my reward for every match we win,” you told her playfully.

“I promise I’ll reward you as much as you want,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“You ready to get out there, champ?” You asked with a beaming smile.

“As long as you’re by my side, I’m ready for anything.”

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Hi hi hello how my new favorite person on Tumblr doing? 🌝

May I ask for some fluff/nsfw alphabet for Shang Tsung, please👉👈

Absolutely love all your content <3

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

Aftercare may look a bit different than the conventional cradling embraces. Shang Tsung is more partial to observing the masterpiece he has created within you. He stands over you, that wry smirk seems so carved into him, and eyes scan over the mess you have become. He tells you this too, how beautiful you look and what a piece of art you are

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

Shang Tsung's favorite feature is that witty smirk of his. He never wants to hide it and shows it off when certain little plans end in his favor. He wants others to know that he has won. Victories are his confidence and so he boasts them through taunting jeers

When it comes to his partner, Shang Tsung is enamored with their back, specifically the spine. How horribly divine it is to feel its ridges under the pad of a finger. Your grooves dip and bend as he traces them into your skin. It is an enchanting dream for him

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

Truly depends on the mood and what he is wanting. However, he does have the rather wicked preference on cumming atop his partner's skin. So sticky and wet you look coated in liquified pearls. He smirks and spreads it around your naval, into your cheeks and chest. Such a pretty portrait you are

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

Shang Tsung pleasures himself while watching his partner sleep. There is something just so exciting watching you unaware of his perversions. Never once does he touch you during this, simply observing you breath so lightly and unaware. He often finishes into his hand, watching his seed drip down the length of his fingers before he just so happens to let it drip drip drop onto your skin

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

He never truly lets his partner know the level of experience possessed. Shang Tsung prefers to keep it vague and guessing. In truth he has experience but not too much to flaunt. He has enjoyed sex enough to learn what he prefers but also what another likes too

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Shang Tsung has a few preferences. Mainly he prefers his partner on top regularly or reverse and when you are on your side one leg hiked into the air. Likes to change positions frequently during sex with his partner

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

I wouldn't call sex serious when with Shang Tsung but it is not humorous either. It is more of a teasing experience with him laying languid taunts to his parent and laughing at their reactions to his touch

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

Exceptionally groomed and completely shaven. He finds it bothersome not to keep himself clean there and so he always makes it a point to remove any hair hidden under clothing

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

Largely depends on the mood of moment. Shang Tsung largely prefers teasing experiences but let's say he is truly madly deeply in love with his partner, then he will make it romantic. If he is more obsessed with his partner the romance is a bit more warped and twisted

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yes but infrequently. When he is feeling the urge, Shang Tsung merely seeks his parent out to sate his needs. If his partner is unavailable then he may engage but it is not very often. He typically has his ways of convincing his lover into the bedroom

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Restraints- Cannot get enough of using restraints during sex. Loves to tie his partner up in all the different ways he can. There is power and control when he pulls those bindings so tight. There is so escape unless he grants it and that is quite the treat

Leather- Shang Tsung adores leather and wants to use it on his partner and himself. He is very fond of the feeling of leather on his skin and he is even more entranced by the marks it leaves on yours

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On a desk or another hard surface. He likes to indulge in his partner when he works on his research. It makes him feel even more powerful knowing he takes you in the same place he dominates the field of research. He also likes when his partner is suspended in the air with ropes and chains

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

Shang Tsung is turned on by many things but he is most aroused by his partner's curves and hips. He wants to watch those hips sway and move. Predatory eyes watch you go and his head will turn to enjoy the show while you pass by. This hunter is quick to stalk his prey before he pounces and consumes

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

A big no for him is his partner hitting him in the bedroom. Shang Tsung has taken beatings throughout his life and to be struck brings up those memories and has him feeling rather pitiful

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

Has no real preference over one or the other. Both give him a sense of power and control so it largely depends on how he feels like expressing that control and what will amuse him the most

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

Sex can vary from very fast and rough to very slow and taunting. Shang Tsung prefers to take his time with his partner. He wants them thoroughly used and satisfied. If you're going into the bedroom with him, expect to be there for awhile and to say your prayers because Shang Tsung loves to tease

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

Doesn't mind them and will engage in them at times. However, like stated previously, he enjoys taking his time with his partner and a quickie does not allow for that

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

He is anything but vanilla. He is always wanting to experiment with his partner. New positions, new kinks? He's up for them. He enjoys knowledge and knowledge includes bedroom practices. He's more than eager to try out all his finding on his partner. He makes sure they both have a grand time

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

Shang Tsung doesn't have a time limit and will go until he and his partner are sated. While he may not be the most athletically built, his endurance is not something to be trifled with

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

Shang Tsung owns a variety of toys but he does not use them on himself. They are rather exclusively for his partner and euphorically taunting you with them. He has quite the collection and is very keen on using them all on your body

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tends to be terribly unfair during sex. He finds the whines and cries of his partner so very pleasant and so he will be sure to tease them relentless. It does not last forever, he still wants his partner to experience the greatness he is feeling. Still, his partner's reactions under his control provides no greater high

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

Relatively quiet save for dirty whispers and chuckling. It is not often that he vocalizes his own pleasure. He would much rather hear yours

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

An avid fan of dirty talk and degradation. He will call you pathetic when you whine. But it is not an insult. Shang Tsung poses them as compliments

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

His build is lean and toned. Muscles are not chiseled but they are defined if you were to feel them. He is more of a grower than a shower, with him presenting rather long when in the heat of the moment

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

Higher than average when in a relationship with a partner. When single, it is rather low as he does not pay attention to those urges. When with a partner, however, he craves them carnally daily

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Is usually pretty tired after sex but will never fall asleep before his partner no matter how exhausted he is. He will wait until you do first and then follow

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FICTOBER DAY 23 - Don't Hide That Smile

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“Y/N…. Come on.” Harry pleaded. “I think that got a smile out of you, don’t hide it away!”

It did, in fact, get a smile out of her. But the absolute fail of a costume had made her very, very upset at first.

In hindsight, Y/N knew that attempting a full costume as a first sewing project was ambitious to say the least. What was supposed to be a floor length gown ended up looking like a giant tube, the seams wonky and her poor attempt of dying the fabric last minute making the fabric look like it had been a weird bleach accident. It was the night before halloween and they’d had a check in, Harry wanting to see and Y/N bursting into tears when he’d aside to see the finished product. 

To make matters worse, she had pretended she had it all under control. To a fashion student Harry. She’d wanted to impress him, but she had made a fool out of herself and told Harry she was a phony, which he quickly reassured she wasn’t and thought it was cute she wanted to impress him. When he’d asked to see it, if maybe he could help fix it, she assured him he couldn’t, but it still didn’t help when his reaction to the dress had been a wide eyed “Oh….” 

That had sent another bout of tears, making Harry panic at now being the source of them, so he tried to mend his error. 

“I didn’t mean a bad, oh!”

“I mean, I’m shocked but I wasn’t trying to be mean!” 

“It isn’t awful, please don’t cry. 

“Babe, it’s camp… no. It’s French.”

The reference to Fleabag made her crying stop for a moment, trying not to laugh. She still felt like a failure when he gently dragged her hands off of her face and tried to wipe her tears, frowning as he really didn’t like to see Y/N upset. No one would. She looked so sad and heart wrenching when she cried, her eyes rounding and the little pout- no. 

“I-It can’t be saved, Harry. I watched project runway and i thought I could do it cheaper but-but its so hard to sew on the little machine I got and-and fabric is so, so expensive!” That was a fact Harry knew firsthand. No wonder he tries to get thrifted things so often. “I thought helping my grandma when I was younger would have paid off but no. So now I look dumb, I cried in front of you and I’ve got no costume. It’s too late to go gething now, they’re all gonna suck.” She sniffled, making his heart throb when her sad look hit him. 

He couldn’t lie- the dress was bad. Awful. He didn’t know how she overestimated or cut the length so long, or why the ruffles were sewn over each other or how the bodice was crooked, but somehow she had created an atrocity. But it was abstract, if you’d want to think of it that way- and god, he needed to to calm her down. Functionally, the dress was useless, but in a matter of art, anything could be good. 

There was no way he wouldn’t be flattered that she had done this to impress him. It was beyond cute and sweet and he just wanted to squish her cheeks and kiss her little lips but he held it together. “It’s okay, sweets. You aren’t dumb, we’re all set with the crying now, and we can find you a costume. It’s totally okay. We can match…” He tried to think of what else they could be. Their original was prince and princess, but he had to think on his toes. Looking around, he prayed for inspiration and to actually be quick on his feet sometimes- and thankfully it was answered as he looked at her muted TV. 

“Pam and Jim!” he exclaimed. “Yes- you have the things to be the cat, I can do the paper shirt thing. What do you think?” 

Y/N seemed to mull it over, sniffling again as her eyes scanned Harry’s face. That had been quick, but… “That’s a good idea.” She smiled slightly, making him sag with relief. He couldn’t handle seeing her sad. “A-are you sure, though? I know it’s a downgrade from the other costume we planned. I’m sorry.” Y/N really did feel stupid about it but it really didn’t seem like Harry minded.

“Not a big deal, baby. Promise.” His hands smoothed her hair back, smiling lightly down at her. Halloween wasn’t his thing and he had agreed to go to the costume party with her so he’d made his costume, but he was sort of relieved considering his prince outfit could get a bit hot. “All that matters is we’re going to be together and ditch Niall’s as soon as we’re ready eat our body weight in sweets. I ordered that variety bag, y’know?” 

Her eyes lit up at the mention, making her nod. “Does it have Kit-Kats?” She whispered, her grin widening when he nodded back. “Okay. It sounds good to me then.” Her face plastered to Harry’s chest, body sagging in relief. The secret was out, the embarrassment was over, and now she could finally breathe again. Although.. “When he said he was going all out for the pe party.. I just really hope Niall doesn’t get one of those fog machines inside the house. You can’t breathe with that stuff on”

“About that….” Harry hissed, pretending to wince. 

“For fucks sake. Maybe we are ditching super early.” “I’ve got no problem with that.”

[utilitycaster]

What ACOC fanon are people getting so upset over?

Come traveler. Let me tell you a tale. For I, too, was unaware of it until they went absolutely bugfuck all over Twitter. But if you don't want the whole long-winded epic: people shipped Belizabeth Brassica and Saint Citrina and while there has been no evidence indicating this will or not be confirmed or even mentioned they FREAKED OUT about how Matt would OBVIOUSLY destroy the "widespread" fanon (it is not widespread), specifically implying he'd do so in a bigoted way. Then some D20 guests noticed because the people saying this are not like, unknown fanartists (in fact one implied they had been asked to create art for the season but forgot to check their DMs) and were like "this is entitled and stupid and needlessly cruel to Matt, who is like, a guy we personally know and generally like." The people then, rather than saying "my B" and taking this to the DMs like a normal person who wants to talk shit, repeatedly doubled down. As of a few hours ago they were accusing Jasmine Bhullar of subtweeting them when she was in fact merely promoting an entirely unrelated show, it's sparked both a heartfelt discussion about how Matt's discussion of body dysmorphia has helped people and a conversation about how there's toxicity in all fandoms but the D20 community refuses to even acknowledge it; and also I think they've burned their chances of ever doing fan art for an actual play of any size in LA, Chicago, New York, London, or the centroid that represents an equidistant point from all the McElroys which is, I believe, hilariously for Amnesty fans, in the Monongahela National Forest.

Anyway POV we're around a campfire, I'm drinking something lightly alcoholic, and you wish to hear of The Drama At Length:

Do you remember Belizabeth Brassica, aka Broccoli Pope loosely based in appearance on Queen Elizabeth I (technically renaissance rather than high medieval but like...people constantly mix those up in D&D so it's fine)?

Great. Now do you remember the Rocks Sisters? Not the twins played by Siobhan and Emily; Amethar's four older sisters who died in the Ravening War, before the story started: Rococoa, Lazuli, Citrina, and Sapphria. Rococoa was a general; Lazuli an archmage (and Caramelinda's wife before she died; Caramelinda then married Amethar because while Lazuli had been a love match, this was a beneficial marriage for political purposes); Citrina a devotee of The Bulb; and Sapphria a spy and diplomat. They get talked about a lot, for sure, but their presence in the story is to be absent and to haunt the narrative.

Anyway the fanon is that Citrina and Belizabeth were in a relationship. In canon, I believe all we know is that both were devotees of the bulb; that Citrina held positions that might be considered heretical by some (she was a passionate believer in love matches and supported Amethar's marriage to a commoner in the Dairy Isles) and that Belizabeth ordered that she be killed.

Here's where this gets fun. So ACOC aired pretty much exactly three years ago, and while I think it's considered by many to be a high point in D20's oeuvre, a lot of fans have, you know, kept up with D20 on the whole and not dwelt on it in depth. But a small group of people have been consistently focused on this ship between an NPC who is vitally important to the narrative but shows up in fewer than a third of the total episodes; and a character dead before the story ever started. Which, I need to stress, is fine; the joy of headcanons is playing in the empty spaces.

Flash forward to 2023: a creative director who was generally opposed to revisiting past campaign settings and preferred standalone has just amicably parted ways. Neverafter has gotten mixed reviews (I have to see the last 8 episodes; this is anecdotal but some of the editing choices, plus the both dense yet meandering plot, brought the momentum of a truly fantastic TPK and resolution early on to a shuddering halt), and really nothing but A Court of Fey and Flowers has truly stuck for some time. The fandom has been clamoring for Fantasy High Junior Year for quite some time to no avail. The switch to 10-episode sidequests from 6 episode sidequests has met lukewarm reception. In short: D20 could use something flashy to revitalize their next sidequest. Enter: Matt Mercer as DM.

Now, a lot of D20 fans who are not part of the (significant) overlap with CR fans hate Matt Mercer. This is in part because a lot of people who got Big Mad about ships in Campaign 2 went to D20 and proceeded to badmouth Critical Role, a show they happily watched and made art for until roughly episode 107-ish of Campaign 2, proclaiming it homophobic (wrong two women kissed); racist (one of the women who kissed is a dark-skinned woman played by a white woman, which would have still been true if she kissed the other woman but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯); and probably problematic in other ways. To be clear I am not saying Critical Role is above criticism, and it has made its missteps, but like, the fact that these complaints showed up conveniently only when a ship didn't happen and mostly from like, white teenagers who proceeded to simultaneously call the cast transphobic and deliberately get their names wrong means this is not the criticism that is valid and worth considering, as is the fact that technically Matt had nothing to do with the ship not happening, but they've realized being an asshole to Marisha about her character's romantic choices will rightfully get you flayed alive. Also some D20 fans just hate Critical Role in the way that if you live in Boston you're supposed to hate New York and vice versa but if you say "why? what if I just want the baseball boys to have a good time together?" no one can answer.

Anyway here's a diagram to illustrate the group I'm talking about; they're the green dot:

So: a couple of them decided a smart thing to do on Twitter in front of God and everybody was to say that they were worried Matt would contradict this "widely established" fanlore because he is not plugged into the ACOC fandom. They then proceeded to specifically (jokingly, but like, in a shitty way, still where everyone could see it) say that Matt would probably introduce Belizabeth as being married to her husband because she is 100% straight.

Now there's a bunch of problems here, and people pointed them out. Namely:

This is a weird thing to assume Matt would do, ie, automatically make an arbitrary NPC definitely straight, even if you're joking about it; like, he has a pretty decent track record for making NPCs of varying genders and sexualities, especially by C2 and C3.

This is not even widely established fanlore; this is a tiny group of fans of ACOC. See below for more on that.

Even if it were widely established fanlore, it's unlikely Brennan would know either.

Even if it were widely established fanlore and Matt or Brennan were aware of it, they are under no obligation to adhere to fanlore, because it's fanlore, not the established canon of A Crown of Candy. This does not make fanlore bad! It just means that creators are allowed to ignore it in the same way that fan creators are allowed to ignore canon; this is a two-way street.

Therefore, because this is fanlore, even if Matt did say "here is Belizabeth and her husband, and she has only ever been involved with men" this would not be homophobic because the character's sexuality has never been established and straight is one of the possible sexualities she could have. Obviously if he went super hard on her straightness that could get weird but that's a fucking bonkers stretch.

When people pointed it out, this group and a few other people who just fucking hate Matt kept dismissing them as CR fans. Then it caught the attention of various D20 guest cast members or people in the broader TTRPG scene, who have pointed out that like...the actual play and TTRPG industry is a place where basically everyone in a particular region knows everyone else and they are all good friends and this is shitty. The D20 fans mad that Matt is DM-ing The Ravening War kept doubling down and started making outright ad-hominem attacks on Matt (notably his appearance and dress which is like, shitty and irrelevant to this fanon thing anyway even before you consider the body dysmorphia) and whining that because they've made some charity fanzines, a thing people have been doing since the dawn of Star Trek TOS, they deserve...something. People rightfully called them out as 1. entitled brats and 2. needlessly cruel. They keep whining that CR fans are dogpiling them when in fact like, the entire TTRPG community including, as far as I can tell, the D20 community who overlaps with CR fandom and even the D20 community that does not but is neutral on CR, is like "you suck, you started it, this fandom is not exempted from typical fandom toxicity, and you will look back on this in 5 years and vomit from embarrassment."

Anyway this is all kind of tiresome, but also pretty funny because literally I'm expecting a bunch of fanartists who are immensely high on their own farts to be 100% blacklisted from ever receiving a commission from like, any Actual Play of note and also a lot of fans; there's an outpouring of support for Matt that far outstrips what there would have been without a handful of idiots starting shit; and also the season is fully filmed anyway so if this ship was confirmed noncanon, it happened a few months ago anyway and there's nothing anyone can do.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, pretty much all these losers are still 100% going to watch The Ravening War anyway so like, this has all amounted to a net positive for everyone but them.

[trigunwritings]

Can I request for Nicholas D. Wolfwood NSFW hcs...? 👀

In short, Nicholas D. Wolfwood is a deeply selfish man. That is not to say he is a morally corrupt or villainous individual, but simply one who will do anything in order to protect those he cares about—and there are not many. He doesn’t care about heroic ideals or unrealistic ambitions, but instead in the present moment and how he fits into it. Survival, above all else, is what fuels him, and this often makes him come off as an extremely caustic man to others if they haven’t already written him off as indolent.

This perceived selfishness, this need for the material and present moment, absolutely translates into Wolfwood’s romantic and sexual relationships. If you somehow manage to work your way into the undertakers heart, then you can count yourself equally burdened and blessed for it; burdened because of how fiercely he’ll try to keep you at arm’s length to avoid pulling you into his personal sins, but blessed in just how much the man is unable to follow his own personal rules. He, in his own self-description, is so fucking selfish.

Especially spicy headcanons below the cut!

And sometimes the best way for him to share his emotions, bottles and broken as they are, is when the two of you are naked and writhing against one another. Sex with Wolfwood is often rough and fierce, hands gripping your hips so hard that it almost hurts, a voice in your ear that is jagged and gravely with the years of a horrible habit of smoking. He’ll sometimes try to say that it’s only casual, that he means nothing by it—but the truth doesn’t match the words he says when he’s with you in those pleasure-filled moments together.

There really isn’t a preferred way or place when Wolfwood wants to fuck. Anywhere that is vaguely comfortable and lacks an audience is the most personal filters that he has, which easily leads some encounters with him to be in all sorts of places—a dark alley, the passenger seat of a car, or even on a rickety old bed long forgotten in an abandoned home in the middle of the desert. As long as he is able to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet things he might later try to deny, then it’s perfect for him.

In the heat of the moment, Nicholas is quite the talker—you might think at first that he is the kind of man to be entirely silent, but he is instead anything but. There’s a myriad of noises coming from the man, grunts and groans and growls with the deep sound of your name peppered in. When he’s got a particularly strong hold of the moment—and you, it’s easy to forget how strong the man is—he absolutely adores to run his mouth with filth so strong you wonder how anyone ever mistook this man as a priest.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 26: Hündchen (Collar)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: I vividly remember writing this while on Thanksgiving break. This is pretty self explanatory.

Tags: Collars, pet play, pet names, praise, toys, leashes, oral, dom/sub

Word Count: 3.3k

The Masterlist

“It’s not too tight, is it?” Medic asked, running his fingers over the collar he had fastened around your neck. He tugged at the buckle, ensuring that it was secure.

“No, it’s perfect,” you said, reaching up to feel the small circular tag that dangled in the front. You could feel the small engraving, a simple copy of Medic’s own insignia etched into the metal.

“Good. I wouldn't want to accidentally choke you.” Medic paused, trying to smother a short laugh. “Although, you probably wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

Your face flushed almost instantly, as if you weren’t already blushing hard enough from standing stark naked in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but a band of leather around your neck. You shivered, both from the anticipation and the slight chill.

“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. You know what you’re doing,” you said. He seemed to stand a bit taller at your reassurance. You knew he liked it when you voiced your confidence in him.

“Well then, shall we get started, meine liebe?” He asked, turning to the bed and picking up a matching length of leather- a leash, the perfect pair to the collar you wore. He toyed with it, turning the leash in his hands as to silently tease you with the promise that he would soon be using it to bring you under his control.

You nodded eagerly, presenting your neck with a quiet ‘ yes please’ as he reached forward to attach the leash. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of your throat and collarbone as he did so. You tried and failed to suppress another shiver.

“Perfekt.” Medic’s fingers dragged along the smooth leather of the leash. It almost felt perfectly natural in his grasp, especially as he gave it an experimental tug to test its strength. “Now, on your hands and knees, mein haustier.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, lowering yourself to the floor obediently. Once you were kneeling, you were startled by a slight tug on your leash. You glanced up to see Medic looking down at you with a cheeky smirk.

“Dogs don’t speak, my dear,” he said, leaning down to run a hand through your hair. “From this point on, the only sounds I want to hear from you are those delightful little moans you make.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, your lips sealing and your heartbeat quickening. Medic took a few steps backward until he could sit on the bed, pulling the leash gently to assure that you followed. You watched him intently, not daring to get on the bed with him until he allowed you to. Your eyes darted towards the empty space on the mattress beside him, conveying a silent request for permission.

“Not yet,” he said, perfectly in tune with your body language. “Sit.”

The order was short and curt, and you obeyed immediately, sitting back on your heels in front of Medic, who gave a barely noticeable smile. But you noticed. You also noticed how his pants were already beginning to tent with his arousal.

“Stay,” he said, placing the leash to the side momentarily to unzip his fly. You remained still, watching as he stroked himself at a leisurely pace. Once he was fully hard, he took hold of the leash again, his other hand grasping you by the chin and tilting upward so that you would meet his gaze. “I believe you know what to do, mein kleiner hund.”

You exhaled softly, your mouth falling open. Of course you knew what to do. You sat up on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your eyes met his one more time, making absolutely sure that you had his permission to continue.

“Go on,” Medic said, his free hand gripping the edge of the mattress as he tried to keep his own desire in check. “Put that lovely tongue of yours to work.”

That was all the prompting you needed. You leaned down, placing your lips around him and taking him in the warmth of your mouth. He gasped softly, startled by how quickly you were able to work him back into the wet heat of your throat. You pulled back for just a moment to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock before closing your swollen lips over him once again. Every soft, restrained sound he made encouraged you to continue with more fervor.

Medic held the leash in a steady, firm grip the whole time. With a deep breath, he brought his free hand up to rest on your head, not to push you down, but to gently stroke your hair. If you began to rush, a harsh tug of your hair or the leash would remind you to pace yourself.

The taste of precum became more noticeable as you slid your tongue over the head, and every so often his hips twitched upward, just barely resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You could tell he was getting close, and the sight of him trying to hold back only heightened your own arousal.

Heat throbbed between your legs and you moaned. Medic shuddered in response, and you wondered if he was about to come undone right there. He just barely managed to reign himself in before tugging the leash and gasping a few short orders. “Back, liebling. Sit.”

Begrudgingly, you pulled away, sitting back on your heels again as you awaited Medic’s next command. It was hard to sit still, your body feeling shaky from how turned on you were. You prayed that he would let you onto the bed, although an especially desperate part of you would be content to just be taken on the floor like an animal. Your breathing became a little faster at that thought.

“Roll over, onto your back,” Medic said, his words snapping you out of your daze. You were given some slack on the leash and you laid back just as ordered. He had fastened his fly again while you were distracted, but his cock still strained against the fabric, tantalizing you to no end.

“Guter hund. So ein gutes mädchen, wunderschönen.” You smiled up at him as he whispered in his native tongue, even though you could only understand bits and pieces of what he was saying. That tone of praise was universal, and it came through loud and clear in his words.

He leaned down, running a hand over your chest and stomach. You squirmed each time his hand dipped enticingly low, so very close to where you longed to be touched, only to pull away at the last moment.

“What’s wrong, liebchen?” He asked with a wicked grin, well aware that you still weren’t allowed to answer him. You simply whimpered, spreading your legs a bit further. You even reached out to try to pull his hand just a bit lower, but he moved away, just out of your reach. “Oh my, you are quite wet, aren’t you?” He said with a laugh, not even bothering to hide the somewhat sadistic pleasure he was getting out of teasing you like this.

You barely suppressed the urge to glare at him. Luckily, that urge didn’t last long as his hand finally slipped between your legs, rubbing over your slit just enough to make you moan.

“You poor thing, so desperate for my touch.” Medic was kneeling down now, and your fantasy of being fucked right there on the floor seemed closer to becoming a reality. You were already a shuddering mess as he rubbed his fingers over your entrance, just barely stroking your clit, still withholding the full breadth of pleasure that he could give you. He chuckled at how strongly you were reacting. “Mein Gott, all that whining and squirming, you’re practically acting as if you're in heat, fraulein.”

Your face somehow managed to flush even redder at that statement, so animalistic and primal, but you really couldn’t help yourself. Medic’s fingers began to rub circles around your clit, and you continued to shiver and writhe until he suddenly stopped. You whined, bucking at the loss of sensation.

“Aw, don’t worry, mein haustier. I’ll take good care of you,” he reassured you as he stood up again, approaching the nearby nightstand. You heard the sound of a drawer opening, and from it he retrieved a small device- a vibrator, to be exact. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it and you tried to sit up, only to be stopped by a firm order.

“Stay!”

You froze immediately, laying back flat on the floor with a look of slight embarrassment. Medic knelt down in front of you again, placing himself between your still spread legs with a disappointed huff.

“Surely, you're not about to start misbehaving the moment I’m about to reward you?” He asked. Your only response was an ashamed glance to the side, unwilling to meet his gaze. You heard him sigh before he took your chin again, moving your face so that you were looking up at him again. “I’ll let it go this time, since you’ve been such a good girl so far, but don’t let it happen again.”

You nodded, watching as Medic placed the vibrator against you, not yet turning it on. He rubbed the smooth silicon against your entrance for a few moments before pushing in. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he pumped the toy in and out of you, still refusing to turn it on.

“Such a noisy little hund, is this not enough for you?” He asked, watching with a smug grin as you squirmed and clenched your teeth in frustration. You weren’t allowed to speak, and you weren’t about to misbehave again, especially since you had gotten away without a punishment before. You wanted to be good for him, so all you could do was whine and moan and pray that he would have mercy on you.

“So needy. Perhaps this will take the edge off,” Medic said, and finally, with the press of a button, the vibrator was activated deep within you. You gasped in surprise, bucking against the toy only for Medic to hold you down with his free hand.

“Stay, hundin.”

That grip tightened enough to leave faint bruises on your hip before his hand trailed down your thighs. He chuckled at how they quivered in time with each thrust of the vibrator. Your breath came in gasps and dizzy moans, especially when he turned the intensity up with another soft click of a button.

“Ja, keep panting like that, liebe. I love those noises you make,” he said, his own mind beginning to fog with the arousal that he still hadn’t satisfied for himself. Your moans began to peak in volume and Medic watched as you grew ever closer to orgasm, but never allowing yourself to tip over the edge. “Good girl. you're doing such a good job holding back. You know better than to come without permission, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide and glazed with need, looking up at him in a silent plea for release.

“You look so good like that, right on the edge for me, so desperate.” His words only served to make it more difficult for you to hold back. Luckily, what he said next was just what you wanted to hear. “Go on, liebling. Let go, come for me!”

You finally allowed your climax to overtake you as he turned the vibrator on to its highest setting, sending you reeling in a haze of pleasure. Medic chuckled as he watched you tremble beneath him. He pulled the toy out of you, holding it against your clit until you began to tear up from the overstimulation.

“Sehr gut,” he whispered as he finally pulled the vibrator away, turning it off and placing it on the nightstand before picking up the leash once again. He pulled gently until you took it as your cue to sit upright again, albeit with some protest from your still shaky limbs. “Look at how you’re trembling, mein kleiner hündin. That was quite a powerful climax, wasn’t it?”

You sighed as his fingers ran through your hair once again, and you rested your head against his knee, trying to steady yourself. Still, you eyed the tent in his pants, wondering when he was planning on satisfying himself. You squeezed your thighs together as your thoughts ran wild all over again. How was it possible for your arousal to be rejuvenated so quickly?

You wanted more. You wanted him inside you.

“I see you squirming, liebe.” Medic’s voice pulled you out of your own thoughts. His grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled your head up, forcing you to look up at him. “What do you want, darling?”

You huffed in frustration. This again. He knew as well as you that you weren’t allowed to ask, not verbally anyway. You considered trying to unfasten his fly yourself, but something so bold would probably earn a punishment rather than a reward.

Instead, you simply rested your chin on the mattress from where you knelt, glancing up at him with the most pathetic expression you could muster. It was borderline humiliating, to know exactly what you wanted while being unable to ask for it, to be reduced to pleading with nothing at your disposal but a forlorn gaze and the occasional whimper. However, you found that you didn’t even mind the humiliation. If anything, it only made the heat between your thighs all the more persistent.

Medic smirked, brushing a hand over your flushed cheek before beckoning you forward, patting the empty space on the mattress. “Sit here, mädchen. We aren’t finished yet.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You had seated yourself on the bed in a heartbeat, almost panting in anticipation. Your excitement was embarrassingly obvious, but you didn’t care.

“You’ve already come once, yet you’re still so eager? You desperate little hündin.” Medic leaned forward to kiss you, and your lips parted in a soft gasp as his hand traveled down the front of your body. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, dominating the kiss as he pushed you back on the bed, your head coming to rest on the pillow. You moved your thigh between his legs, pressing against his erection just enough to make it seem like it was accidental. He pulled away from the kiss with a soft groan, quickly moving so that he was seated between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart with a lustful grin.

“So well trained and eager to please, mein gutes mädchen,” he said as he began to undress. You bit your lip as you watched Medic pop open the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It was clear that his impatience was getting the better of him. His pants were pushed just low enough on his hips, as he was too eager to completely remove them. You whimpered, feeling Medic pressing against your entrance for a moment before he finally thrust into you.

Your legs were wrapped around his hips within moments, desperately trying to pull him closer to you, deeper within you. He wasn’t even moving yet and you were already a moaning wreck, desperate for more of him, grasping at anything you could reach. He moved gently at first, one hand on your thigh and the other holding the leash lazily, leaving plenty of slack for you to squirm as you longed for him to go faster.

“Oh gott, ja,” Medic groaned, leaning down near your ear. That low, lascivious voice sent shivers down your body. He was thrusting shallowly, deliberately teasing you, and you knew it. You whined in protest, unable to do much else. “Don’t worry liebchen, I’ll take the best care of you, my good girl.”

You moaned, every bit of praise adding to the knot steadily tightening in your core. You wanted more. You needed more. Cautiously, you slipped your hand lower, between your bodies, pausing to look up at Medic for permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, pet,” Medic said, ever attentive to your silent requests. He reached down to take your hand, bringing it lower until your fingers were on your clit. You began to rub circles around that most sensitive area as Medic moved his hips against yours, steadily growing more frantic, his pace quickening.

He growled in your ear as he thrust harder and faster. You were besieged with sweet nothings and short, whispered affirmations that you belonged to him. You were his pet, his little Hündin, his good girl, and each sultry word had you longing for him more.

The leash was pulled tight in his grip as he became rougher with you. The slight pain of the leather collar biting into the back of your neck only spurred you on. You bucked up to meet Medic’s thrusts, digging your nails into his back with your free hand.

“Ja, liebe, that’s it!” Medic pulled back for a moment to press his lips to yours once again, far more vicious and aggressive this time. When he pulled away you got to admire just how disheveled he looked, just how close he seemed to be. “Rut up against me, show me just how much of a desperate animal you are!”

One of his hands had moved from your thigh, now bracing against the headboard while his other continued to hold the leash taut. His pace had become merciless. You were so close, and you nearly screamed when his angle changed just enough to hit your sweet spot perfectly. That was all you needed. You arched back as your orgasm finally overtook you, mouth agape, your moans peaking in volume.

Medic’s grip on the leash finally loosened and he doubled over, nearly collapsing on you as he rode out his own climax with a shaky groan. You draped an arm around his shoulder, feeling him tremble as he came hard. He fell to your side, thoroughly spent. You were in a similar state, having gone limp on the bed as the final aftershocks of your orgasm ebbed away. Your eyes drifted shut, and for several minutes the only sounds in the room was that of heavy breathing.

The soft clicking sound of the collar being unfastened was what eventually got you to open your eyes again. Medic was upon you in an instant, peppering soft kisses to your neck, which now had faint red marks from where the collar had been pulled against your skin. You sighed, turning your head until you could press your lips against Medic’s. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you kissed him. It honestly amazed you how he could go from rough and domineering to tender and gentle so quickly.

“Are you sore here, liebchen?” He asked. You felt his hand rubbing the back of your neck, where the marks were probably the most apparent.

“I’m alright. Don’t stop kissing me, please,” you whispered, missing the feeling of his lips on you even though you had only been apart for a few moments.

“Of course, schatz.” Medic began kissing your neck again, every so often trailing up your jaw or down towards your collarbone. Periodically, he returned to your lips. You wove a hand through his hair, basking in the unwavering affection as exhaustion began to set in.

“Next time,” you murmured as you began to drift off. “It’s your turn to wear the leash.”

Medic chuckled as your fingers trailed along his neck, as if you were already imagining a fine leather collar wrapped around it. He settled down next to you, limbs entangled in yours. “We’ll see, mein haustier.”

[giggly-squiggily]

ok idk if your still taking requests for this but i NEED to see more of my otp, soo

nekodam ship bingo?

OOOO 👀👀👀

So I can’t for the life of me find the ship bingo card I used, but lemme do you one better and give you some thoughts! :D (i.e off the top of my head headcanons)

As for overall opinion: Not my top Gundham or Nekomaru ship but dang it it’s so GOOD 🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰

Length and spoilers below the cut!

Nekudam thoughts:

- Nekomaru has no idea what Gundham is saying most of the time, but he eventually learns to translate it the longer they’re dating and now he can tell what means what.

- “I have been cursed by a powerful witch; and the only means of relinquishing it are through a powerful combo magic (“I’m sick today please give me cuddles or I will die.”)

- On the same hand, Gundham has no idea why Nekomaru’s always talking about taking a shit. He looked into a few spells that might help him alleviate it, but ultimately settled on getting him stomach medicine. It’d be a lie to say Nekomaru didn’t treasure such a gift.

- They spare ALL. THE. TIME. Gundham has some decent fighting skills and Nekomaru is always seeking a workout buddy. Many times their fights turn into wrestling matches which in turn either dissolves into tickle fights or makeout sessions. Or both. Sometimes both.

-The Dark Devas love Nekomaru and make it a point to nuzzle in his jacket whenever they have the opportunity. It’s not an uncommon sight to witness Nekomaru bust out laughing mid-conversation whenever the little furballs arrive. They like to stack on his head while he lifts weights too.

- They’re both so competitive in video games but work absolutely amazing together. They’re go to game is Ace Attorney.

-Sometimes Nekomaru will pull Gundham over by his scarf to kiss him. He always gets so red after and hides in it, but he won’t push Nekomaru away when the other laughs and hugs him.

-Sometimes Gundham doesn’t feel like he deserves Nekomaru after everything that went down in the game. Nekomaru is always quick to remind him it was for the greater good and he never held it against him as he agreed to fight.

- Sometimes Nekomaru has dreams he’s still Mechamaru and wakes up in a panic. Gundham always reminds him he’s human by taking his hand and placing it against his chest. The sound and feel of his boyfriend’s heartbeat always soothe the gentle giant.

-They just really love one another y’all AHH!

Thanks for asking! :D

[fiabex]

So what on EARTH are swaps anyways?

A couple times when discussing what makes FIAB unique we've mentioned the mysterious "swaps" as a feature. What are swaps? Well, I'm glad you asked!

Have you ever been cruising the requests for an exchange and thought "oh man, User A's worldbuilding prompts are amazing, I wish I could create for User A— but look, User B is prompting my OTP and my favourite tropes, I want to create for User B too— oh but User C has opted into an absolutely incredible medium I want to create for— I want to create for all three of them! Why can't I create for all three of them? This is so unfair."

Swaps lets you live in a world where you can do that.

As you know, FIAB gives you an assignment of 10k (or equivalent in your chosen medium). You can deliver that in the form of a single 10k (or equivalent) gift, or you can chop it up into several small pieces by 1k increments, and give them a 9k and a 1k. Or a 2k, a 5k, and a 3k. Or a 6k and four 1ks. Etc. Swaps lets you take this a step further and instead of turning in 10k for one person, you chop your assignment into smaller pieces, the mods swap things in a massive spreadsheet, and you get assigned 4k for one person, 3k for another person, and 3k for another person, which you then turn in. Still 10k total, but in smaller bites. This is a great way to make sure you get to create for multiple different fandoms that interest you, it can mean you get to try out different mediums that have caught your eye, and it can reduce a daunting assignment down to several manageable smaller ones.

Before I go any further now, I should say— are you hearing this discussion and thinking it sounds overly complicated and getting stressed out just trying to think of juggling multiple assignments? No worries. Swaps are totally optional. They're an extra bonus thing you can do to spice up your assignment, and completely opt in. If this sounds bad to you, entirely disregard the rest of this post.

If the idea of getting multiple assignments has you bending closer to your screen in interest, keep going.

How does this work?

The mods release a google form that you fill out, here linked with extensive FAQ on the dreamwidth blog (or you can email— instructions for how to do that are in the dreamwidth post). You sort through the signups on the Ao3 Automagic App, and you make a shortlist of ones that you like, or you adjust your Ao3 offers so that you're offering all the ships you'd really like to create for, and you fill out the form.

It asks you for:

Your Ao3 username and an email they can contact you with

The max word count you want to be assigned (you can go higher than 10k if you're really ambitious)

The minimum amount of your original assignment you want to keep (maybe you want to keep 4k— maybe you want to get rid of all of it!)

If you want to swap with anyone you're matchable to on Ao3, or if you have a short list of people you are open to being matched to

A minimum length for your assignments (maybe you know that you just automatically write in 2k lengths, so you want your assignments in 2ks)

The total maximum number of assignments you're willing to take, including your original assignment (maybe you know you don't want more than three recipients— maybe you go hit me, I want ten recipients).

And an optional question that asks you if you want to specify that you need a certain word count for a certain person— maybe you know you need at least 2k for recipient B cause you'll be making them a comic! Or maybe you want no more than 1k for recipient D! If you want to go super granular, this is where. Otherwise you can ignore this question.

And then the mods go to town.

Now, the mods don't guarantee that they can get you any specific assignment or any specific recipient. This only works because they're playing the world's most complicated game of tetris behind the scenes, and if someone's original assignment doesn't want to swap, or only wants to swap a specific amount, maybe they can't swap for you. But they do their best.

What does this look like in practice?

After sign ups end you might find that your initial assignment is for X. You know you could create a full 10k for X, but maybe they haven't opted into any extra mediums, and you wanted to do some art for FIAB.

Looking around the requests, you see that A, B and C are all requesting art mediums you can do for fandoms/relationships you're interested in.

You submit a swap request form telling the mods:

You'd like the following swaps: 1k for A, 3k for B, or 1k for C

You need at least 2k for B because you want to make them a comic at least that long.

You want to keep at least 7k of your initial assignment for X.

You don't want more than 3 recipients total.

The mods get a whole bunch of swap requests like the one above and then do a huge spreadsheet puzzle to figure out who can actually swap what.

In the end, you will either get an email letting you know we couldn't make any of your swaps happen…

…or you will get an email with telling you about your swapsignments, which might be any of the following:

You've kept 7k of X, and now have 1k of A & 2k of B

You've kept 7k of X, and now have 1k of C & 2k of B

You've kept 7k of X, and now have 3k of B

You've kept 8k of X, and now have 1k of A & 1k of C

You've kept 8k of X, and now have 2k of B

You've kept 9k of X, and now have 1k of A

You've kept 9k of X, and now have 1k of C

And then you start creating!

But how can I do swaps until I know what my assignment is? Not everyone is even signed up yet!

Very valid. The swaps form is open at least a day after assignments are out, so you have time to assess your assignment, take stock of the signups, and put in your requests. Many people wait until after assignments to swap.

However, some people have intermittent access to internet, or already know who they want to swap for regardless of who they get assigned, or are just saying "swap me to anyone I'm matchable to on Ao3", and don't have to wait until all signups are in to pick among them. The mods didn't want to have the form only open for a few days or one day (what if someone's travelling!) so they open it early.

Sometimes people fill out their swaps assignment as soon as they make a short list of people they want to swap for (which can happen quite early in signups), some people wait until signups are closed and they can sort through everyone and know for sure who requested in their fandoms or mediums, and some people wait until assignments are out. Each of those things work!

What if I file my swaps assignment early but I change my mind?

As long as the swaps form hasn't closed yet, you can re-fill it out, and mods will just throw out the earlier one. They'll always go with the latest swaps request.

Questions?

For more information about swaps, mediums, signing up, late tag nominations, or much more (questions about how pinch hits work? we have documentation about that), check out the dreamwidth blog!

If you have questions, feel free to ask them here, check the dreamwidth blog, email the mods, or join our discord server. The discord server has a lot of experienced participants happy to answer questions, and you are also welcome to join just to hang out!

Note: you must be 18 or older to join FIAB.

Links

Email: ficinaboxmod@gmail.com

Ao3 Collection (sign up here)

Tag Set (everything you can request or offer is here)

Ao3 Automagic App (you can see all current signups here)

Dreamwidth Blog

Discord (includes question channel)

[reggies-eyeliner]

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐒 (CLOSED)!

OPEN 7/14-7/30!!

-> matchups + moodboards + playlists + headcanons! please read all of the rules listed below and pop into my ask box! if you need an idea on what my past matchups look like please check out these links! :DD

THIS IS LIKE A BUFFET. PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU WANT BABES MWAHAHAHA

FANDOMS (up to two*):

across the spider-verse*

most animated movies (httyd, bh6, rotg^^)

lockwood & co*

stranger things

avatar: the last airbender

the legend of korra

rottmnt**

voltron: legendary defenders

* i've only watched the series so far + i'm about to start the comics/books (and very excited to omg) !! just an fyi that my pairings will most likely revolve more around the characters featured in the series IM SORRY I SWEAR I'LL GET TO THE BOOKS/COMICS ASAP

**exclusively platonic matchups preferred/qpr!

* if you are requesting two fandoms, please tell me which one to prioritize more! the first one will be the full-length, but the second will be around a half of the content in the prioritized fandom.

TYPES OF MATCHUPS:

the classic: submit in matchup information + get paired with (a) romantic partner(s)! in return for the matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + a mix-and-match randomized trope explanation! (ex: a blurb about sharing a bed, first time meeting, fake dating confession scene ; ~100 words!)

the platonic machup: platonic matchups (my personal fave MWAHAHA)! you'll get paired with as many characters as you'd like<3!! in return for matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + incorrect quotes describing your dynamic between you and your found family/best bro<3

customized schedule: submit what your schedule looks like throughout any day of the week (up to two) + matchup information (platonic or romantic), you will receive: an hourly schedule on what life is like with said character i match you with + the aspects of your life with them! (ex: 8am, wake up by their side + they make you coffee blah blah blah), + a song for each moment of the day to describe your dynamic :D

MATCHUP INFORMATION:

name + preferred gender(s) to be paired with + preferred age group(s)

preferred fandom (up to two are okay, but please let me know which one you'd like me to focus on more!)

platonic and/or romantic + polycule preference etc + preferred age group!!

you can include your sexuality if you'd like to (only if you want me to touch on the aspect on how your matchup will support you because. yeah<3)

giving + receiving love languages

hobbies, talents, things that make you you (think: if this wasn't in my life, how different would i be?)

mbti/zodiac (optional)

personality, how you handle difficult situations

what consist of a good memory for you

favorite songs + music taste/colors/any kind of aesthetics!!

anything that brings you comfort/anything that doesn't give you comfort (can be about a relationship or just in life :-D)

OTHER RULES?

preferably off anon! i'd love to talk to you more after the matchup submission as well MWAHHAHA<333 if you're planning on being anon, an emoji anon would be p cool so we can chat more!

as i'm also a busy student, i will prioritize school-- if you submit a matchup, please be prepared to have up to anywhere from a 1-14 day wait! i'll send you a message that i got your ask hehe

i will also be mostly inactive writing-wise from 7/18-7/23 as i will be on a trip, so please keep that in mind!

you should totally use a pick up line in my ask box i enjoy pick up lines so much. or one of those "less than one minute" videos on youtube those are the best man

please know that i absolutely love writing and talking to people, but i also have my own limits to what i can/cannot do for people! if you send nsfw content, pedophilia, violence, gore, heavy vents, all that not-so-great-stuff or an ask comes off as rude or demanding, i have all rights to avoid doing it and dismiss it without any warning. ASJCHS JUST be a decent human being in short that's all i'm asking RAHHH

OTHER THAN THAT MAN write as much/little as you'd like!!

#send a request here! :D

[stardomtrash]

this utami person looks like an absolute badass. any matches you'd recommend to someone unfamiliar with her work?

You’re damn right she’s an absolute badass :D And heck yeah I can give you some recommendations. I consulted with a few friends to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Some of these I haven’t seen but they came highly recommended. I’ll try and give a helpful rundown where possible :)

In no particular order…

So the unequivocal best match Utami has had is the 5.5* classic with Syuri. It’s LONG, and it may not be a good one to jump in with first, but definitely keep it in your back pocket. It’s 5.5* for a reason. (x)

Alternatively, Utami had a much shorter but all-killer-no-filler match with Syuri in the Gold Rush PPV last year. Really great match between two of the best to ever do it. (x)

Utami vs Mayu Iwatani for the IWGP semi finals. Again, it’s just two fantastic wrestlers giving it all they’ve got. (x)

Utami vs Tam Nakano in the 5 Star GP. Good thing about the 5 Star is the short time limits, so if you need good intro singles matches, they’re a great place to start. You'll also get to see Utami Nakano. (x)

Utami vs Saya Kamitani for the White Belt. I think this was better than the singles they had for the Red Belt, but I think that might be sentimentality for me. I’d only just gotten into Stardom and this was the first match I was HYPED for and watched live on PPV. It’s still a great match, and considering Saya and Utami are partners, coupled with Saya’s unrelenting desire to complete her one goal of besting Utami, it’s a great dynamic. (x)

Utami vs Momo Watanabe in the Oedo Tai/Queen’s Quest best of 5. This is DEFINITELY just me but it’s one of my all-time favourite matches. It presents Utami as an underdog against a heel that she bitterly hates. It’s only short (it's only the first 20 mins, don’t let the 1hr video length scare you) but it’s great if you want to see Utami fighting uphill. (x)

Utami vs Mayu Iwatani for the Red Belt. I haven’t seen this match (I keep meaning to) but I have it on good authority it’s a banger. Annoyingly this match doesn't exist in isolation, just a part of a whole PPV, so skip to 1:56:08 to get to it. (x)

Utami vs Maika for the Red Belt. Maika has been determined to make Utami her rival and these two put on a killer showdown if you like the power fighter vs power fighter style. (x)

Queen’s Quest vs Oedo Tai cage match. This is a massive storyline match that is the culmination of the increasing drama between Saya and Utami. I wouldn’t recommend it until you’ve seen at least some Saya/Utami stuff before (heck, just take a look at the tags on my blog as a crash course lmao) otherwise you’ll miss out on The Feels lol. (x)

Following on from that, when making this list people said I should include Aphrodite matches (that’s the team name for Utami and Saya), but from the matches I’ve seen personally I couldn’t think of One Match that stands out. I got a vote for their match against Konami and Jungle Kyona for the Goddess Belts, which I haven’t seen but really should, so I’ll put that one forward. (x)

Alternatively, since I haven’t included any Goofball Utami moments in this list (except Utami Nakano), the match between Utami and Saya vs Gokigen Death and Riho is a vibe. Utami is madly crushing on Riho at this point and Saya (who has been in love with Utami since Day Dot) is smarting about it. (x)

Last but not least, her debut match against Jungle Kyona is one I haven’t watched but heard good things about. A way to show you she’s been kickass from the start :D (x)

Thank you to everyone who helped me craft this list!

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Uh hello!!! I found your blog and I absolutely adore it!! If it's not too much trouble, may I please have a match up from either Baldurs Gate 3 and/or Hazbin hotel? (If I missed that match ups are closed, just tell me to bug off lol)

Gender: Femme AFAB nonbinary

Age: 25 (26 at the end of this month!)

Pronouns: she/her and they/them

Sexuality: Bisexual, panromantic

Appearance: 5’4” femme-presenting with chest-length light brown hair. I’ve got hazel eyes with hella eyebags, but I wear glasses with frames thick enough to hide them. I’m white but you can tell I go outside a lot lol. I’m pretty small, most people could pick me up like a sack of potatoes tbh

MBTI: INFP as far as I understand??

Personality: Oh man this part is kinda hard… I’m pretty energetic and quiet all at the same time. I consider myself fairly optimistic and friendly. I’m defs naïve as hell though, and it doesn’t help that I’m autistic so a lot of things go over my head. I’m a really bad people pleaser and have a hard time sharing my true thoughts and feelings. I’m ride or die for my loved ones though, almost to a fault I think. I’m a pretty hard worker once I get past the executive dysfunction lmao.

Likes: Space/astronomy, horror/urban legends, snakes, avians (particularly corvids and vultures!), exploring, flowers (I’m a sucker for colorful ones), seeing other people do things I don’t know how to do.

Dislikes: sudden loud noises, feeling/being trapped, being yelled at (I WILL cry lol), passive aggressiveness, being patronized or talked down to.

Extra fun fact: I’m a teacher and I’ve been told I’m good with kids? I don’t have a lot of patience for very young kids though, unfortunately.

For Baldurs:

Race: I’m pretty boring irl, so I think I’d just be a happy ol’ human!

Class: Rogues are fun, but I might also be a Cleric.

D&D alignment: Neutral good (I’m a very by the book person, but don’t mind bending the rules if I think they’re stupid ones)

I hope I got everything?? Thank you so so much!!!!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

Bauldrs Gate 3

Gale Dekarios

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

He loved how bubbly and kind you were to everyone when you met that fateful day after the crash.

He appreciated your intelligence and willingness to learn more about things very dear to the Wizard's heart.

When he opened up to you about Mystra, and you showed him genuine compassion about his circumstances, he was overwhelmed with a sincere sense of loyalty.

Soon, though, as you traversed through the goblin camp and shadow fell, that loyalty turned to love.

When he was tasked with dying, he was so afraid you would be willing to sacrifice him for the greater good; however, when you stopped him, he was so happy.

He shares the astral plane with you whenever you ask from that day forth.

He eventually teaches you how to project as well.

When the dangers of the illithids are gone, he happily takes you back to Waterdeep.

He was worried about how Tara would handle you, but you two became fast friends, sharing stories and knowledge.

It was a random day walking through Waterdeep when he realized he had never actually asked you to be his partner; it was just assumed.

When he finally does ask you, he makes a big grand show of it in the privacy of the tower

Once officially together, he will not stop telling everyone how much he loves you and is lucky to have you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had just entered the Underdark with your group. The terrain was challenging to maneuver, and there was a threat almost everywhere with the mushrooms. However, once you found a safe place to camp, you all agreed it would be much needed. It was your night for watch duty, so as everyone went to bed, you began looking around the camp's perimeter. It was dark, cold, and damp here but not unbearable, to say the least. The fire nearby kept you warm enough, and you loved an opportunity to learn more.

As you looked at all the flora around you, you came into contact with a fascinating flower. A light blue glow surrounded the petals, and it smelled sweet. Smiling, you picked the three closest flowers and brought them to the camp to be examined. You had never seen anything like them, and they were beautiful. As the night progressed and you noted these attractive flowers, a groggy Gale woke for his turn on guard duty.

You heard him from his tent as he cursed because he couldn't conjure his cup of tea. You laughed at his antic and continued your writings. However, his cursing and voice grew more irritated by the minute. Standing, you walked over to him to ask what was wrong with the flowers in hand. As soon as you crossed the threshold of his tent, you could see the man's disarray. When his eyes met yours, the flowers in your hand seemed to fall into place. Gently, he took the flowers and began explaining how these flowers would, in fact, prohibit any magical use for anyone in its radius.

You laughed sheepishly and took the flower back from him. You left quickly and disposed of the new flower, sad to see something so pretty be detrimental to your friends. As you came back, Gale was observing your drawings. When you sat next to him, he smiled and began to tell you everything he knew about the flower, hoping to make up for it having to be sent away. With a smile on your face and a spring in your step, you wrote all you could leaning against Gales's shoulder the whole time.

Hazbin Hotel

Vaggie

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

At first, she is overwhelmed by your energy. Where you are bubbly and kind, she is loud and in charge.

She grew used to it over time and found your caring nature very refreshing.

She is fiercely loyal to all your ideas and passions, even going as far as to research them with you so she can make sure you have everything you need

She loves listening to you read or gush about topics that interest you the most.

Hell doesn't have stars, but she does her best to replicate the stars you tell her about from your mortal life.

She loves to be cuddly with you in the privacy of your rooms.

Out in the open, though, she is a big guard dog, making sure no one makes you uncomfortable.

She teaches you primary self-defense, so if she isn't around, you can protect yourself until she arrives.

When you learn of her past and accept her for who she is, she is overwhelmed with intense emotions.

It takes her a couple days to figure out how to properly thank you for being the best to her.

Your happiness is more significant than all to her, so expect her to never be too far away if you need something.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

After a particularly long day helping around the hotel, you were exhausted, to say the least. From Angel's antics to Alastor's creepiness, you didn't have much more steam in you. Even though you were the resident chipper person, only being surpassed by Charlie, you felt your patience grow thin, especially today. Changing into a comfortable set of PJs, you made your way to the lounge.

Curling up on the sofa, you flipped the TV on in hopes of finding something interesting. After minutes of flipping, you finally find a horror channel. It is interesting for hell that they only have one horror channel, but you would take it. After getting repositioned, you began watching the show and enjoying all the details. As engrossed as you were, you didn't notice your partner, Vaggie, joining you on the couch. Her thigh brushed your leg as she sat down, causing you to yelp.

Vaggie laughed gently at your reaction, holding her hands up in defense. As soon as you realized who it was, you calmed down and smiled at her. Now, this was a far better way to end the day. Your beautiful partner and a good horror flick. Repositioning on the sofa where your head lay in Vaggie's lap, you retrain your eyes on the TV. As you both grew more engrossed in the horrors on the screen, you didn't happen to notice the smiling demon standing in the dark corner, ready to pounce for his own amusement.