I love your landoscar so much. Your characterisation of the boys really does just hit the spot. I don’t know if you’re taking prompts but if you are and want to:
Landoscar — aftercare
I just know it would read like a dream <33
FIRST OFF, ANON, I am ALWAYS taking prompts. It just might take me time to get to them sometimes bc I work a job that can be INCREDIBLY exhausting. BUT HONESTLY love a good prompt about aftercare. This might not QUITE be what you expected, it's more discussions of aftercare than ACTUAL aftercare but y'know. There will be more when I finish the fic I'm working on...which I ACTUALLY GET TO USE THIS FOR BECAUSE Y'KNOW I'm just like that.
Once again, MORE WORDS THAN EXPECTED PROBABLY
Landoscar and discussions of aftercare/sub-drop under the cut
“So…what do you need? Like…for aftercare?” The question is halfway tentative, like Lando second-guesses himself before asking it, and Oscar wonders if he’s just not sure how to bring it up, Oscar’s sub-drop from the other day, how to prevent it. And really, at the crux of it, Oscar’s not really sure. He’s never had partners that he’s gotten to explore this part of himself with. His small pool of ex-girlfriends haven’t been interested in the version of him that Lando gets, the version of him that’s stripped bare and revealed. They’ve never taken control away like Lando likes to do, haven’t peeled him away to his barest parts.
Oscar focuses on the pull of Lando’s fingers through his hair, the place where Lando’s finger brushes along the inside of his wrist, breathes in deep and lets his eyes shutter closed. He doesn’t know what he needs, aside from to feel grounded, to feel valued, to have Lando wrapped around him so he forgets where Lando’s body ends and his body begins. He hasn’t thought about all the ways that he wants someone else to care for him, after he’s been pulled apart and stitched back together.
“I dunno,” Oscar murmurs the words, easier for him to say now that he can’t see Lando gazing down at him. “Never really thought about it,” he shrugs, and Lando’s fingers tighten in his hair minutely, before softening again, and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, vaguely disapproving.
Oscar can’t help but feel like he’s failed some sort of test, and he opens one eye to meet Lando’s gaze again, raises a brow and Lando just shakes his head. “Look, I’ve never done this before. Your guess is as good as mine,” it’s unintentionally defensive, hackles raised for no reason. It’s just Lando, it’s just them. “Osc,” Lando’s voice is soft, soft, soft, and Oscar just turns his face to nuzzle into Lando’s thigh. “What,” Oscar’s tone is still a little prickly, feels out of his depth, doesn’t know how to talk about it.
He’s never been good at this, at talking about things.
“Osc, can you look at me?” Lando asks, and the gentleness in his tone hasn’t changed, but there’s a hint of a command there, enough to make Oscar squirm a little bit, enough to make his cheeks heat up. He can’t truly stop himself from listening, because when Lando asks him like this, he’s drawn to obey. Tilts his head back up to meet Lando’s gaze, wishes that he could shrink away from the intensity he feels directed at him. Twists his wrist to break it free from the shackle of Lando’s fingers, before he grabs Lando’s hand in his own, twines their fingers together, to stop himself from doing something stupid, like picking at the skin of his fingers until they bleed. “I just don’t want something to happen, like the other day,” Lando finally verbalizes the words that they’ve both been thinking, the thing that they’ve both left unsaid. “Clearly, you need something that I wasn’t able to provide you with, last time,”
And really, there’s a part of Oscar that it’s pretty sure what they’re lacking right now is communication. There’s still this nasty unsteadiness, trying to define what they are through the layers of whatever they’re building between themselves, whatever the nature of their relationship is. He knows there’s more to it than that, but he’s never been good at feeling like he’s off-balance, has never been good at being one step behind.
“Lando,” he doesn’t mean for his voice to come out hoarse, has to swallow hard before he starts again, “That’s not because you didn’t do enough. It’s just…” he trails off, because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“It’s because we haven’t talked about it,” Lando says, earnestly. “That’s on me, I know. But that can’t be the only reason,”
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🧡= Saw the ask about how cute Avdol is (True) but honest to god the way you draw their interactions is the best Dopamine hit I could get! That and Kaky and Jotaro in the back of that pic is pure gold too!
You draw everyone cute!!
thank you so much!! i'm very happy you enjoy my interpretation of the characters :3
i was looking for a doodle to attach here because this week's been hectic AND you did name avdol first so please behold this High Fashion and look as disrespectful as you wish
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If it’s okay, can you do Alastor x Reader where Alastor catches you relapsing after a fight with him? If it’s too much, you don’t have to do it. Just wanted some comfort for what I’m going through. You’re also a very good writer! Keep up the great work!
hi nonnie, i'm very sorry to hear that you're going through that :(
i unfortunately do not write any dark content. i hope you understand. i'm sending love and hugs your way ♡ and thank you for your kind words
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So I just made a tumblr account to follow you and send you this slightly rambly ask, because I really wanted to say this (hope I'm not being too forward)
I'm FtM gay, but dealing with a lot of self loathing dysmorphia made me drawn more towards cis mlm smut. I'd recoil when I came across FtM reader-insert fics in fear of being reminded of my own body. I happened to just come across your heian-era Sukuna & Gojo smutfic which you posted back in Feb, and almost passed right over it when I spotted the FtM reader tag, but I began reading out of curiosity. I definitely didn't regret it-your writing is magical, fresh, feels unique amongst all the cookie cutter y/n smut out there and really enraptured me. But most importantly something about you so skilfully describing the FtM reader as desirable, sexy, etc caused some sort of mental shift in my brain. The wonderful vibes of your engaging positive writing made me feel unexpectedly confident in my own anatomy. Picturing Sukuna's pride and acceptance of his beloved boy somehow rang truer than all other FtM fics I've come across, while writing out this ask I'm turning around the thought in my mind that I can actually be proud to be a cuntboy. I'm not lesser for lacking a dick, I'm uniquely blessed with boypussy. It's a new and wonderful feeling directly engendered by your work which I felt I had to thank you for.
TL;DR your stellar smut writing cured my body dysmorphia
This message made me tear up, oh god. I write mostly for myself or to indulge in some brain rotting with whoever requested a fic — nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoy the process. Still, I wonder if my writing is “precise” enough or even “beautiful” enough. I like the challenge of trying to figure out how I can make the smut a little poetic while still filthy but I also secretly wonder if my portrayal of YN resonates with the reader/their OCs.
I’m so happy that you enjoyed the queer smut I wrote and I’m overjoyed to hear that you’re beginning to be proud of yourself and your body! (●´ω`●)
You should absolutely be proud of having a boypussy! A boy without a pussy is like an angel without their wings ☝️😤
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