#I need to do more fabric studies but that's for another time lol

[joofaloof]

Little painting for @donutfloats lamb and Narinder! :) I really like their take and found them just so immediately charming!

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homework | matt sturniolo

contents: making out; oral (f receiving); handjob (m receiving); sub!matt

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notes: my plan was to post this during the weekend but im anxious to go back to college and i couldn’t help myself and ended up writing everything yesterday lol very nerdy subby matty receiving his first handjob ♡ as usual not proofread but hope you enjoy it lots! tysm for over 1,1K followers ♡ much much love always!

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i heard three rhythmic knocks on my bedroom door and quickly got up, unlocking it and suddenly bumping into matthew, the smartest guy in my class. matt was clever, but extremely quiet - which only made him more charming. i recalled his ears turning a bright red when i asked him for help with my homework, shyness taking over him as he briefly nodded his head.

“hey!” he greeted me, offering a handshake. i touched his hand, slightly caressing his palm with my index, watching as he tried to look away. “we talked yesterday, about… some lessons? you need help with homework?”

“yes!” i happily agreed, spreading the door open. “come in matt, make yourself comfortable”

matt nodded, holding tightly to the books hidden under his arm. “is it really okay for me to be here?” he chuckled. “i mean… it’s the girls dorm”

“don’t worry about it, boys come here all the time” i winked at matt’s figure, balancing his weight from one foot to another, clearly anxious. “unless you… wanna go to the library or something?”

“no!” he eagerly answered. “i-i can teach you here. it’s okay”.

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i wasn’t listening to a single world he said.

matt’s blue eyes underneath the round glasses seemed agitated, following the numbers i had previously written on my notebook. i could see matt’s lips trying to hold a smile at each wrong result, his digits tapping on the yellow pencil between his fingers.

“… so if you divide it by 100, it’s easier to find the percentage” he took me out of my trance, turning his head to stare at me with a confused expression on his face. “am i doing good? are you getting it?”

“you’re doing so good, matt” i let it slip out of my mouth without even thinking, my head resting on my hand while i admired matt’s cheeks flushing red as he gulped. “look at me” i said, raising my finger to his jaw as he tried to look away.

i could feel his breath getting heavier, lips slightly parted as he stood still, not moving an inch. i got closer to him, brushing my lips over his before sealing them together in a small kiss. matt’s hand quickly went to the back of my neck, deepening the pressure of his lips against mine. when i opened my mouth so he could slide his tongue in, matt pulled away - but not far enough, a string of saliva still connecting us to each other.

“i-i’m sorry” he looked at me, panting heavily. “i shouldn’t have done that, i’m really sorry”.

“don’t be” i cupped his cheeks in my palms, giving him a soft peck. “i want it matt, i really do”

“but” he started, eyes traveling through the room, as if he was checking if someone caught us. “i thought y-you wanted to study”

“you already taught me so much” i jokingly pouted, pretending i was tired. the more matt talked, the wetter my panties would get. “why don’t i teach you a few things?” i said, letting one of my hands rest on his thigh.

“like what?” matt asked me hesitantly, looking at how my hand caressed his covered skin. i reached closer to his crotch, accidentally brushing my digits on his half-hard cock, tenting starting to form on his pants.

i smashed our lips together once more, this time hungrier, the wet sounds of our tongues interlocking taking over my dorm. my fingers tangled on matt’s brown curls, carefully pulling his hair so i could get easier access to his neck. i unbuttoned the closed collar of his shirt, traveling down the fabric and repeating the process over and over again.

matt took his glasses off, tossing it over my study table, his hands finally coming to my waist. he didn’t have the courage to tighten his grip and i knew this was the boldest move he’d be able to make, so i grabbed matt’s wrist and brought his palm to my chest, letting him grope my covered tits.

i gasped from the sudden touch, noticing how this made made hesitant to keep kissing me. “a-are you okay?” he asked with puppy, blue eyes.

“yes, fuck- you’re being so good to me”, i sighed heavily and matt nodded eagerly, bringing his mouth to my neck, sucking onto my skin. “what got you so worked up hm?” i asked as i watched his pants getting tighter, fully hard cock.

“fuck! i’m sorry- i didn’t even notice” matt looked down, eyes widening. “you’re just so pretty” he confessed.

“you’re so cute, matt. do you want me to help you out?” i asked, palming him over his jeans.

“please” he let out in a choked moan, “please touch me”

the grin on my face grew wide as matt sunk his teeth on his bottom lip, trying to cover his soft whimpers as i kept on stroking his clothed cock.

i unzipped his jeans, sneaking my fingers into his underwear so i could pull out matt’s dick, which quickly sprung against my palm, almost hitting his own belly. matt adjusted himself on the chair, spreading his legs apart as his mouth hang open. i finally got a proper grip of his shaft, wrapping my fingers around his surprisingly large cock.

matt let out a loud groan when i finally started twisting my hand, lifting his left arm to cover his own face. “why are you so shy, baby?” i whispered in his ear.

“n-never… never done that” matt said, squirming on his sit as i pumped him.

“never had a girl touching you like that?” i cooed, watching matt nodding vigorously. “it’s okay, i promise it’s gonna feel good”

“it- mhm- feels good!” he bucked his hips forward when i moved my thumb upwards, circling his leaking tip. “i’m not g-gonna last long” matt said as i tightened the grasp on his length. he kept on jointing his hips, trying to fuck into my fist in a pathetic, sloppy pace.

“you wanna cum for me, matt? wanna show how much of a good boy you are?” i kissed his cheek and tucked his hair behind his red ear, continuously jerking him off.

“fuck, please!” he said, the loudest he’d been the entire night. “i’m your good boy! wanna cum, p-please”

“go ahead” i allowed him, peppering pecks on his damp forehead, sweat dripping from his neck all the day down to his tummy, which was soon painted white from matt’s release. he threw his head back, whimpering as he came on my hand, thick spurt messing us both. 

i got up to wash my hands and grab him a towel, letting matt rest as he came from his high, chest still rising rapidly.

“thank you” he mumbled when i offered to clean him up. “i’m sorry i made such a mess” matt chuckled, watching as i wiped his cum off. “don’t apologize, you did really well babyboy” i praised.

“can… can i try?” he asked me, reaching for his glasses over the table. he quickly put them on again, reading my confused expression. “i wanna make you feel good too” matt said, turning his body to face me.

“you want me to teach you how to please a girl?” i teased him, bringing both of my legs to my chest, exposing the back of my thighs to him.

matt checked me out from head to toe, stopping where my feet landed and not being able to take his eyes off the panties i purposely wore. i knew he’d love pink. “no, not any girl. you- wanna be good for you” he confessed, sliding off his chair and kneeling on the ground.

i widened my eyes, not expecting matt’s sudden move. he touched the hem of my shorts, silently asking me to take them off. i quickly removed it, letting it slide down my legs along with my panties, fully exposing my pussy to him.

“oh, fuck” he mumbled. “it’s so pretty and it’s… it’s all wet”

“you did that to me” i told him, moving my hair to the side so i could get a better look of matt eating me out for the first time.

“how should i do it?” he asked, blue eyes looking for reassurance. my hands went to his brown curls, bringing his face closer to my crotch.

matt stuck his tongue out, slowly licking my lower lips. he widened his eyes once again, probably surprised by the taste and gave it another try as i giggled at his shy performance. matt’s large hands went to my thighs, forcing my legs open as he fully went for it, pressuring a kiss against my clit. i gasped when he started to swirl his tongue on me, spit drooling down his chin as he licked me in the messiest, sloppiest way.

“matt” i called but he didn’t even listen, still eating me out, only raising his eyebrows as he looked at me through his glasses. “you never done this before?” i sighed deeply, tangling my fingers on his hair as i lowered my hips on him.

matt hummed something, probably agreeing with what i had asked, but this only send a wave of vibrations through my folds, my thighs suddenly closing around his head as i felt my orgasm approaching. he was way too good for a virgin.

“matt- fuck!” i moaned loudly, the knot on my lower belly begging to be released. “i’m gonna cum!” i warned as he was about the have a taste for the first time. he moved downwards and started to tease my entrance, his tongue pushing inside my slit as i kept on moving my hips, practically humping his face.

matt continued to eat me out as my orgasm washed over me, making me throw my head back and my body tremble due the overstimulation. i had to pull his hair so he’d remove himself from me, watching his swollen lips covered with my cum. matt licked my release and went back to my thighs, biting my bare skin. “enough, baby” i moaned, feeling his hands holding me in place. “matthew, i said enough”.

he groaned in protest, not wanting to stop. matt gave a few more kisses down my legs, pulling away and staring at me with puppy eyes. i caressed his brown strands, soon cupping his cheeks and sealing our lips. “you did really well for a first time, matt” i thanked him as he got up, sliding his jeans back on.

“so…” he started. “i’m guessing you gave up on your homework?”

“of course not” i rolled my eyes, watching as he buttoned his shirt. “i’m gonna need this good boy to help me every week”.

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Sometimes Silence Is The Best Medicine

Jiyan x reader

Notes: I really needed some comfort from my husband, so I'm throwing this out there for others.

Reader based of of oc (but given name inserts), gn reader, they/them used, afab anatomy possibly mentioned.

Also small warning about some graphic imagery and also not proofread lol

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It's ringing, your head is ringing. It's not some stark white noise, it doesn't even sound like anything. It's like there's an absence of noise, yet it's every noise as well. You can't block it out either, it heightens when you hear anything. It just won't stop. You wanted to scream. Why won't it stop-

"Are you alright [Y/n]?" A sudden voice calls out, startling you out of your internal screaming. Gentle hands grasp onto your hands, now realizing they're gripping onto your hair tightly, coaxing them to release the [h/c] locks. The person doesn't let go, instead they keep a firm grip on your skin in comfort. "Breathe."

"I am." You reply, acknowledging the slow breathes you were taking. The realization that tears were running down struck you, feeling the droplets land onto your joined hands. Taking a moment to recollect yourself, you lift your head a bit to look at the person before you. Though you didn't see their face, instead you immediately recognized them by the clothes. "I'm fine, Jiyan."

"Forgive me, but I don't believe you." He says, giving you hands a gentle squeeze. It's easy for him to notice how you aren't meeting his eyes or how tense your posture was. "What happened?"

"Nothing did." You sighed, turning your head away to look on at the main city of Jinzhou. The gentle breeze picked up your clothing a bit, letting it flow like petals. "Just...my own head being my biggest enemy."

"I see." He pauses, unsure how to respond. "Would it be better to talk about it?"

"Not really?" You shrug your shoulders, ignoring the almost itching sensation the fabric that clung to your form gave. "It's hard to explain."

"Try it. Explain to me."

"It's...It's like everything is too much." You begin to say, focusing on the warmth his hands gave. "Every sound is deafening, almost every touch is itchy, and no matter where I look my eyes burn because it's too bright. It makes me want to scream out loud until my voice is gone and scratch my skin off."

"That's..."

"I know, it's intense." You chuckle as you can practically see his expression from the way his voice sounded. "But it happens, it's just something I have to get over until the next time."

"Does having someone with you help?"

"Sometimes? Other times no." You squeeze his hands, desiring more warmth to seep into your palms. "Though luckily this is one of those times."

"I'm glad." He smiles, reciprocating your grasp. You hear a small shuffle before you feel his shoulder bump into your, causing you to tense a bit. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

He releases one hand, using the now free limb to bring your head onto him. "Is this okay?"

"...kind of." You mutter, feeling your cheeks turning a bit red at the contact. A small thought crossed your mind, but you weren't too sure if you wanted to go through with it.

"I remember you saying compressions usually helped with those who experience similar things. Would that also work for you?" He asks softly, studying your body language to make sure he wasn't overstepping.

"I'm not sure."

"Are you willing to try?"

"...yes."

Without another word he guides you to sit in front of him, the grass brushing against your skin irritatingly. You grunt in annoyance, before he pushes you against him and wraps his arms around you. You stiffen in his hold, hearing him whisper into your ear to relax and breathe. You do so and as the breeze tickled your cheeks, you began to smell the clear waters that were nearby.

"Would you be alright with talking more? Or is being silent better?" He asked gently, keeping a comfortable firm grip on your form.

"I wanna enjoy the view of the city a bit." You whisper, the desire to scream slowly leaving you. You barely could even register the fact that the sounds of the world around were quietening.

So you both sat there, taking in the shared warmth as they watched the sun begin the set down past the city.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

How would the male companions go about helping/comforting a tav who’s “monthly visitor” came to town during their journey??

A/N: The timing of this ask is impeccable because guess what I just got? Lol. But seriously I would be mad as hell in the 5 or 6 days I’m supposed to stop my mind flayer parasite AND save the universe I ALSO had to deal with cramping and bleeding. Nu-uh. Nope. Sign me the fuck out. Goodbye cruel world, I would be DONE. 

TW: Mentions of Menstruation; Blood 

Tried to keep this Tav as Gender Neutral as possible so that it could apply to anyone who menstruates.  <3 

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Male BG3 Companions Helping Tav w/ Their Period

⭐ Astarion: 

He probably notices it before Tav does

Of course, he offers to help “clean up” ;) (this may or may not get him a kick in the balls)

No, but seriously, if he and Tav are in a relationship, he’d have no qualms going down there himself every so often to “alleviate” some symptoms. That is, of course, if Tav would go for that kind of thing. Astarion won’t keep pushing it if Tav says “no”. He respects the hard boundaries Tav gives him. 

Of course, he teases Tav a bit. Not horribly, and it’s all in good fun. But enough to let Tav know that this matter doesn’t disgust or upset him in the slightest. It’s blood for devil's sake! What creature would be better prepared to handle it than him?

If any of Tav’s clothes end up stained or they end up bleeding through them, Astarion has just the thing to take the stains out. Turns out, knowing how to get blood out of most fabrics is quite beneficial knowledge in the vampire community. Plus he has an instinct for knowing where the best tailors and seamstresses in Baldur’s Gate are. Should Tav need an emergency change of clothes, he knows just the place! 

Then again, Astarion himself has no problem with the blood stains. After all, they’re traveling around killing monsters for gods sake! If anyone has a nasty comment about how much blood either he or Tav is drenched in, they better be damn quick on their feet. His arrows can shoot pretty far. ;P

As far as cramps or pain goes, if his previous, ahem, suggestion was shot down, he’ll make sure Tav takes a moment here and there to rest. He might even bother Gale, demanding some sort of heat pack. Scratch that. He’s most definitely harassing Gale for some sort of heating pack spell. 

If Gale refuses, he might even try and figure out how to fix one himself. Granted fire and vampires aren't the best of friends, but Tav is the only one in the last two-hundred-plus years to see him as a person. A little scorching here and there means nothing if Astarion can let Tav know how much he values them. 

🔮 Gale: 

He’s clueless, okay? Tav would have to outright tell him. I mean yes, he was raised by a single mom, but she didn’t exactly share the details of this stuff with him. And it never came up all the years he was with Mystra because goddesses don’t exactly reproduce the way other Faerun humanoids do! Please forgive him, he really does want to learn.

He immediately offers to find a spell or potion to either pause or skip this one altogether. He gets that Tav may want to opt out of dealing with it for the time being, seeing as the two of them have much more pressing matters to attend to. 

He’ll cast it himself if Tav wishes. Or he’ll find another trustworthy wizard to recommend. Although he does prefer to do it himself, he understands Tav might be uncomfortable with the thought of their new partner doing such a thing for them. His entire life has been spent studying magic, so of course he immediately thinks to use that to remedy any problem Tav has. 

Nevertheless, should Tav choose to deal with it in the old-fashioned non-magical way, he’s perfectly accepting of that as well. He’ll enquire about which local herbs are suitable for such applications, possibly even soliciting the help of an herbalist or surgeon. 

Gale wants to give Tav as many options for comfort as possible. If Tav’s concern is about heavy bleeding, he looks for answers on natural remedies to lighten the flow. Or he may even speak with a midwife about the best clothes and absorbent materials to use in the coming days.  

As awkward as he can be in social situations, he’s oddly great in this endeavor. He treats it the way he would a Weave experiment- with an open mind and curiosity. At the end of the day what matters is Tav knows how much Gale admires and respects them. And that he doesn’t think of them any less for having this bodily function. If anything, he admires Tav more for being so forthcoming. It’s an ask that actually strengthens his and Tav’s relationship. 

🗡 Wyll: 

Wyll probably shies away from it the most. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help Tav in any way he can, it’s just that he’s a gentleman, and to his knowledge, speaking of certain subjects with the one you like, isn’t something a well-behaved gentleman would do. That being said, a true gentleman is always prepared to put away their discomfort in order to aid their friends, so that’s exactly what he does. 

He enlists the help of Shadowheart almost immediately. He knows realistically, there are others he could ask (midwives, doctors, healers), but Shadowheart is an ally and a Cleric to boot. So her skills as well as her knowledge may very well come in handy. 

He’ll go along with whatever Tav decides, but he, like Gale, recommends Tav either suspend or skip this round. He thinks it wise to have all their wits about them for the battles ahead. With demons like Mizora and Raphael running about, none of them can afford to get distracted. Again, if Tav chooses to push through it, he’ll be kind and supportive, and request Shadowheart’s healing in subduing some of the more troublesome symptoms. But deep down, he’s happier should Tav decide to use magic or spells to resolve the issue for the time being. 

And then, Wyll goes all out in preparation for the next one. Once their fight is won, he can turn his attention back to his family- his Father, and of course, Tav. He makes sure his family home has a room for them, customized in many ways to Tav’s liking. Wyll has their favorite color blanket, a soft pillow, their favorite flavor tea in an enchanted flask to keep it just the perfect temperature… the list goes on and on. 

He loves Tav so much. He just wants them to be comfortable, and to feel safe to express whatever feelings they have. After all, Tav is the best thing to ever happen to him. 

🌱 Halsin: 

The nice thing about him being ‘one with nature’ is that he has no unease regarding the subject. He is an archdruid, and some three-hundred years old at that- believe me, there’s very little Tav’s body could throw at him that he’s not ready to receive. 

Out of all the companions, Halsin is the one most likely to not immediately suggest using magical means to pause or skip it. Instead, he has more natural aids at the ready- herbs, teas, heat packs, massages, and well, yes, even that. ;)

The difference between Halsin suggesting it and Astarion suggesting it, however, is that Halsin’s motivations are more focused on what he can do for Tav and their body; they’re not based on the idea of mutual satisfaction. Halsin has had countless lovers and years to understand pleasure. He knows you take turns giving, and he’s well very versed in that. 

Or if Tav isn't up for that, he'll offer to shift into a cat and rest on their abdomen, using his body heat to lessen Tav’s cramps. 

He’s also the most ‘normal’ when it comes to continuing their journey. He won’t make a habit of fussing over Tav unless they specifically request him to do so. Periods, however annoying and painful, are a part of life, of nature. Halsin believes it best to learn how to accept nature, and live in harmony with it, rather than try and prevent it. 

If Tav does want to explore other means of stopping this particular cycle, however, Halsin will help them any way he can, even if he doesn’t think it very wise to mess with the flow of nature like that. As a druid healer himself, he knows a few things or too about reproductive spells. He can make it so the symptoms lessen, or temporarily subside until their perilous journey has come to a close. 

Halsin may not want to settle for a single lover, but out of all of them, Tav seems to shine the brightest. He would do anything within his power to aid them. 

Bonus! 💪 Minsc (and 🐹 Boo!): 

He offers to fight it lol. Just straight up. 

“What is this thing causing you stress? Tell Minsc where it is so he can destroy it for you!” 

Boo basically has to be the one in charge of the situation, but then again, what’s new? 

Boo finds the supplies Tav might need, and directs Minsc to them. Boo also directs Minsc towards either Shadowheart or Halsin, because they’re better suited for dealing with these sorts of things. 

Once Minsc understands what Tav meant, he apologizes with a bouquet of wildflowers he picked. 

And by ‘picked’ I mean mostly smooshed before ripping their roots out of the ground.  

He's really trying okay, give the man some credit.

And give Boo treats to thank him for his service.

[milawritesstuff]

Can i request just soft and passionate smut with pedri :) 

A/N: Idk why but with Pedri I always think it would be soft lol. Hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: ⚠️ Smut!!

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“I wish you could come with me.” Whispered Pedri as he sunk his nose into the crevice of your neck almost as if he was trying to bottle up some of your scent to take with him.

The two of you were in his room, where you had been all day. He was to report to Las Rosas the next day and then he along with his team mates were headed to Qatar for the World Cup. You were just trying to enjoy the last hours you had together, both hoping he would come back later rather than earlier in these circumstances.

“I know, amor. But I can’t take so much time away from uni.” You said.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He said in a low tone that made your whole body vibrate. “All of you.” He said huskily.

His nose now brushed yours as he looked at you. You stared back at the young man. He was everything you could have hoped for. His dark brown eyes made you weak and the little stubble upwards his jaw line that was now cupped by your palm did something unexplainable to you. Specially when Pedri went down town on you.

He shifted and wiggled himself around until he was hovering above you. One of your favorite views. The light brown hoodie that framed his face made him look so appetizing, in such a weird way. You looked up at him, studying his features. He was beautiful. You decided to take the next step and pushed yourself up to have your lips meet. Soon he took the lead. His tongue swept across your bottom lip parting them. He loves your taste. His hands now going under your own hoodie slowly tracing your upper body until they got to what he was looking for. But there his hands were looking for the fabric of your bra and instead found themselves with just your skin. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He asked in between kisses. His hands gliding up. You parted your lips away from his for a few seconds “I was trying to make it easy for you today” you smirked.

“But you’re making it really hard for me to want to leave.” He said returning to meet your lips. His hands continued on to trace over your nipples causing you to let out a moan along with his name “Pedro” and that was all he needed to know you wanted - no you NEEDED him.

Pedri slowly took off your clothes and threw it on the floor of his room. He propped up on his arms as you sat up and proceeded to take off his hoodie and then his shirt revealing his perfectly chiseled abs. You always enjoyed getting him naked. You felt in power and he looked so vulnerable. “Hold on.” He said as he stood up and took off his pants and underwear.

When he came back onto the bed he hovered over you. You wrapped your legs around him pushing him closer to you. “Espera.” Wait he said. “I want to do it slow so I can remember it while I’m gone.” He smiled.

He leaned in and began to kiss you. You could feel his hands on your ass. Slowly creeping towards your thighs when suddenly one of his fingers met with your wet core and slipped inside. It caught you by surprise and you bit Pedri’s bottom lip. “Te gusta?” He asked. You could feel his finger going in deeper as his tongue also went in deeper in your mouth. You nodded while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You panted because the rythm Pedri was using was quick and deep and as you squirmed he added another finger making you moan in pleasure. “Pedri” you managed to say as he left your lips and traced down to your neck taking small bites. “I want you.”

“You have me.” He said.

“Pedri I want you inside of me.”

Not needing much else Pedri leaned back and lined himself up with your entry. He pushed in as he stared down at you. His chest raising up and down in anticipation. He leaned in towards your chest as he continued to press in while you clenched around him. He let out a small moan which turned you on even more. He began to rock against you slowly as your eyes were fixated on each other. “Te amo, Pedri.” You said.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving this to go play futbol.” He said as you both laughed. He continued to push in. You could hear the way his body slapped against yours. You held on to whatever you could, his arms, his back, you just needed to feel him.

“You feel so good around me” he whispered which made you blush despite the intimate act you two were participating in. He continued to thrust in a steady pace. Usually he started off slow but eventually he let his desires get the best of him and he started to go fast and rough. And that’s what turned you on the most, you would never guess how he is in bed by his everyday attitude. Because in bed Pedri became someone else.

But this time as he had told you he wanted it slow. He slowly rolled his hips onto you, every time touching your perfect spot. He went down from nibbling on your neck to taking your nipples in his mouth. You went into a trance because you loved the way his lips felt around your nipples. They felt soft and hungry. And when he was nibbling on your nipples and pushing himself into you, that was the type of pleasure you never wanted to forget.

You opened your eyes and looked and the young man on top of you. Sweat coming down his forehead. His hair messed up from you grabbing it. His cheeks red. You held him tighter.

Your breathing grew erratic. Before you could even tell him he knew you were on the verge of coming. Your moans sent him on overdrive. He wished he could record the moans and take them with him. You felt yourself shatter and he let out a moan because he felt you clenching around him. And he loved that feeling because he knew it was all him. He thrusted in harder this time. You knew he was following you and he too was about to come. “Vamos Pedri.” You whispered as you began to nibble on his neck. You heard his breathing get faster. He lost it and yelled out profanities you only ever heard in bed. “Te amo.” He continued to say over and over again as he toppled onto the bed next to you.

[jikookuntold]

A Word With Jikookers

“The masses have never thirsted after truth. They turn aside evidence that is not to their taste, preferring to deify error, if error seduces them. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim.” Gustav Le Bon, The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind

You might have known that most of my posts go under categories like analysis and reviews, and I usually don't address hates and haters in this blog except a few times that I had to respond to some anonymous asks, which is now turned off.

I'm aware that no Jikooker likes to be policed by other Jikookers, I hate that too. I hate woke Jikookers so much, and this is not about policing you guys or telling you what to post about. But, as someone who reads tweets on army Twitter on a daily basis and follows almost every drama between shippers, I'm aware that antis sound so bold and brave recently for no specific reason, and this is expectantly triggering most Jikookers to fight back.

Haters get hit tweets by "comparing" moments, shading members, bringing back their old and frequently debunked theories, and fabricating the dumbest stuff to give themselves some sense of winning against the loud and clear truth of Jikook. If there was any competition, they had lost it many times since 2017, but this breed is not going to admit their defeat, and you can never convince them no matter how strong your logic and evidence are. 

I did that a few times, yes. I convinced several hardcore Taekookers that their ship is not real, and if there is one duo in BTS that might be romantically involved, it's Jikook. They admitted that to me after facing the evidence and facts that were hidden from them, but it didn't last long. Just a few days of interacting with their Tkkr fellas was enough to get brainwashed by more appealing theories and call me a liar and manipulator lol. This chain will never break, looking at the community of shippers in 1D made me sure about that.

It's not that they are trying to convince you (us, Jikookers), they are trying to convince themselves, the newcomers who have no clue about what goes on, the Tkkrs with some brain cells left who start to lose faith, and any weak mind out there is their target. It's already a lost battle for them, and they know it well. All they want is fewer losses.

But it's not just that, besides their attempts to keep their community big and in the majority, they are doing their best not to let you feel satisfied or winning (in the competition they made inside their minds). You need to knw that this is a mental war against Jikookers, and it's not just done by Tkkrs, all the breeds of Jikook-antis are on it these days, that's why I'm addressing them as antis and not just Tkkrs. For example, the other day, a JJK akgae tweeted something like 'jikookers are mad because JK likes girls', but in the quotes and replies, she had admitted that she was annoyed by Jikookers celebrating Jikook's new military photos. 

It's clear who is mad here. They deliberately and blatantly lie and project to belittle you, trigger you, and reach some level of satisfaction by affecting you mentally. So, don't let that happen, don't give them what they want. I already said there's no battle or competition, but don't let them win this mental war against you.

Why So Serious?

Joost Meerloo, in his famous book 'The Rape of the Mind,' says: “Logic can be met with logic, while illogic cannot, it confuses those who think straight. The Big Lie and monotonously repeated nonsense have more emotional appeal than logic and reason. While the people are still searching for a reasonable counter-argument to the first lie, the totalitarians can assault  with another.” Although we are not fighting a totalitarian regime lol, this is the exact reason that arguing with antis is pointless. They use 'theories' to debunk the 'moments', and call the real moments 'delusional and fake' while celebrating total lies.

 

Debunking lies is necessary, and everyone should do that as long as they are armed with perfect and mouth-shutting evidence. Otherwise, you should avoid it because nothing is more damaging than doing a bad defense. And these debunkings and defendings don't have to turn into arguments.

Joost Meerloo, in the same book, talks about a solution: “We must learn to treat the demagogue and aspirant dictators in our midst with the weapon of ridicule. The demagogue himself is almost incapable of humor of any sort, and if we treat him with humor, he will begin to collapse.”

Yes, you can debunk, correct, educate, and even argue in an unserious manner. Shipping is not that serious, anyway. Good humor is not insulting, we don't want to drag down or set anyone up. Spreading facts and truth positively and debunking lies with humor and ridicule is all we need to do instead of endless fights and anxious clapbacks.

This post was supposed to be a word, but it turned out as a long and boring essay of information that I'm sure most of you already heard so many times. But it doesn't hurt if we get reminded sometimes to think more deeply and get a better view on what we are dealing with.

[hakufuku]

A part of her realized she was leaning closer over him, that her forehead pressed against his. Sansa looked into the violet of his exposed eye, unflinching despite the shadows of darkness lurking beneath its depths. Aemond, in turn, looked back into the impossible blue of her gaze, and their blessed light. Like heaven and earth meeting to kiss upon the skyline, their colors mingled; like one another’s mirror, until they became their own reflections of refracted light and encroaching shadow. “After all, we’re the same, you and I.”

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hiya! i was making an edit.... which lead to making a caption... which lead to writing a oneshot, lol

concept is: a bunch of show & book canon smashed together, a reunion scene set in winterfell after years of seperation due to forces outside their control, and also perhaps childhood friends?? dont think too deeply about the how and when, just roll with it idk

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The muffled din of unceasing rainfall mingled with the soft crackle of dying embers in the hearth. She threw a couple logs atop the charred remains of fire, a small plume of ash protesting the abrupt roughness of it, before the flames were gradually revived.

Aemond sat slumped in a chair beside the table they’d once used for taking tea, pouring over histories, or studying new battle strategies. A film of dust had settled atop its smooth, oaken surface — the mark of a few years worth of disuse; the mark of several more arduous months, blatantly ignoring the few years of disuse, refusing to cling to memories that now seemed an unreachable dream. As if in silent protest, Sansa scrubbed the soaking fabric of her cloak-sleeve across its surface. Dust motes swirled in the warming air (it was the first time she wondered if she had a particular knack for disrupting the natural order of things, or perhaps she just rejected the world as it was instead of what it ought to be), and she left behind a streaked mess. She supposed it needed proper care to restore it back to some semblance of its former use, but it was a start.

A cold, tentative hand came to rest over her own, and Sansa blinked away her blurred vision. Odd, she thought, that the rain could reach indoors like this. She glanced at Aemond from beneath her lashes, an apologetic smile ghosting her lips as she realized he’d been watching her most closely. As if after pushing her away all this time, he’d realized he couldn’t let her out of his narrow line of sight. 

Not again. Never again.

Though there was something in the way his gaze, pronounced by a thin rheumy film and deep purple bruises just below, fixed upon her alone, that made her stomach flutter with something she couldn’t quite name. It seemed an unpleasant thought, to choke on butterfly’s wings, and a bitterly nostalgic feeling took hold of her then. She swallowed thickly before rounding the table to help unfasten Aemond’s cloak, if only to escape his unwavering eye.

They were silent as she deftly unclasped his traveling cloak, dripping heavy from the deluge. Though she’d aimed for his blind side, Aemond turned his head to watch Sansa most closely. Her eyes flickered up for only a breath, finding muted surprise and something not ungentle reflected back at her before she looked back to her hands.

“This is something I used to do for my father.” she finally spoke, the gentle lilt of her voice cutting the quiet. Drenched in rainwater, his furs were heavier than she imagined. She remained silent about their weight, reasoning that the dead he carried on his back, that gripped and clawed at his throat like a vise, like an albatross, were far heavier than piles of fabric and the rain to wash him clean. Sansa draped his cloak upon an empty chair in front of the hearth to dry, before returning to Aemond’s side to unfasten a pauldron from his shoulder.

“He and I understood each other without having to say too much.” the silence threatening to swallow her voice was punctuated with each dull thud of his leather armor pieces as she placed them on the floor. “Part of me knew it hurt him, that I wasn’t so open about my true feelings. But he knew I helped to care for him because I loved him.”

He remained deathly still despite the momentary twitching of his hands, his breath shallow as his gaze remained fixed upon a pile of worn books atop her writing desk. Focused; looking, but unseeing. Like cornered prey planning an escape, like a predator thrilled by the chase; she couldn’t discern which role was his, she couldn’t discern which role was hers.

Somehow, the thought compelled her to keep talking, “ — So please, let me do this for you, My Prince.”

His hand found hers again, catching her deft fingers just as she’d moved in front of him and finished removing his chest plate. Lightly, as if she were something fragile (with his touch alone, she was) he pressed her palm flat against his chest, over his own heart. The erratic rhythm was foreign to her, and her cheeks lit aflame as if she were intruding on something private, intimate; something altogether not meant for her.

“It’s rare to hear you talk at length like this nowadays, My Lady.” he said, his gaze piercing, despite his voice hoarse and colored with a tremor (of yearning? excitement? fear?), “We're both aware I tend to be stubborn... and at times single-minded, especially when it counts.” in spite of his assessment, the corners of his lips quirked up, not quite a smile, “But I won’t catch your meaning if you don’t speak it plainly.”

Moments passed, their breaths caught in their throats, fire crackled in the hearth, Aemond’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, butterflies threatened to choke her, and despite still drenched from the unceasing downpour, the room became almost impossibly too warm to bear. Sansa swallowed again, her mouth dry. Her lips moved, but it was another few seconds before the words took form.

“You... most certainly will, My Prince.” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers clenched against his chest, twisting in the fabric of his tunic, and she was emboldened by the way his hand pressed securely over her own, as if to encourage her. Her free hand came up to his cheek, fingertips brushing against his jawline, as if to return the way he’d held her in place with just a touch. Her thumb grazed the scar on his cheek, tender against his angry flesh.

A part of her realized she was leaning closer over him, that her forehead pressed against his. Sansa looked into the violet of his exposed eye, unflinching despite the shadows of darkness lurking beneath its depths. Aemond, in turn, looked back into the impossible blue of her gaze, and their blessed light. Like heaven and earth meeting to kiss upon the skyline, their colors mingled; like one another’s mirror, until they became their own reflections of refracted light and encroaching shadow.

“After all, we’re the same, you and I.”

[theflirtmeister]

tumblr user flirtmeister you can ask other saw ficcers for dad bod and tummy lawrence but where's your adam losing it over lawrence's tummy fic, huh? (blatant weak plea for more fic lol)

“I think I need to start going to the gym.”

Adam doesn’t look up from his veterinary textbook from where he’s studying on the bed, finger tracing the diagram of a dog’s brachial plexus. “The gym?”

“Yes,” Lawrence says. “What do you think?”

“I don’t have an opinion,” Adam says, mouthing the words subscapularis muscle. “But why do you want to go and hang out with a bunch of sweaty men? Am I not good enough?”

He looks up with a grin, hoping to catch Lawrence’s eye. Instead, he finds Lawrence looking at himself critically in the mirror, pulling his shirt tight around his waist. The fabric clings to his soft stomach, and Lawrence pulls tighter until his jaw sets hard. He doesn’t seem to notice Adam’s eyes on him.

“Hey.” Adam frowns. “What’s going on?”

He climbs off the bed, abandoning his textbook, and stands next to Lawrence. Lawrence stops playing with his shirt and sighs, running his hands through his hair instead, still slightly damp from the shower. Adam rubs his face against Lawrence’s side, smelling the fresh scent of aftershave and laundry detergent.

Everything is very new. The relationship, the moving in together, the veterinary degree that Adam has gone back to. Adam had expected to panic when everything became real, when he first saw Lawrence’s clothes in their shared wardrobe, but instead, he’d just been filled with anticipation. Fuck Jigsaw, for giving him a new lease of life. The asshole’s philosophy worked.

“I don’t know what you see in me,” Lawrence says, still looking at his reflection. “I’m just some washed-up doctor, with a broken body-”

“Shut up,” Adam says, nuzzling his head against Lawrence’s side. “You think I think like that? Your version of Adam sounds like a dick.”

“Writing’s on the wall,” Lawrence says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Look at me.”

He places his hands over the swell of his stomach. “Christ. I should take more shifts. I never used to look like this when I was working sixteen-hour days-”

“You were stressed as hell,” Adam interrupts. “You were a barely functioning human being.”

“I wasn’t like this,” Lawrence says sharply. “I didn’t have this body.”

Adam moves quickly, because fuck this line of conversation. He swivels to face Lawrence and walks him backwards until the back of Lawrence’s thighs hit the bed. Lawrence looks a little surprised as Adam pushes him down, and straddles Lawrence’s lap.

“Are you trying to distract me?” Lawrence asks.

“Nope,” Adam says. “I want to take a good long look at you.”

He wriggles his hands underneath Lawrence’s shirt and spreads his hands over Lawrence’s stomach, rising quickly as he breathes. Lawrence is soft to the touch, and Adam squeezes a good handful of flesh, his own belly twinging with desire.

“You’re really fucking hot,” Adam says. “You know that, right?”

Lawrence quirks an eyebrow at him. “I bet you say that to all the middle-aged men.”

Adam gives Lawrence’s stomach another squeeze. He likes this new version of Lawrence, relaxed and middle-aged. It takes most of his self-control not to jump Lawrence’s bones every morning when he watches him prepare breakfast, pyjama pants sitting low on his hips. It’s a miracle Lawrence ever gets to work, when all Adam wants to do is drop to his knees in the kitchen and worship Lawrence’s body with his tongue.

“I mean it,” Adam says. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He grinds himself down slow against Lawrence’s cock, starting to get hard. Lawrence inhales sharply, hands grabbing hold of Adam’s hips, big hands spanning the width of his waist. Sometimes he’ll place his hand on Adam’s stomach when he’s fucking him, feeling the bulge of his cock through Adam’s skin. The first time he’d done it, reverential as he split Adam in half, Adam had cum all over himself like a teenager.

“You look so fucking good,” Adam says, continuing to roll his hips. “I want you more today than I ever did in the bathroom.”

“Adam, be serious.” Lawrence says, voice strained.

Lawrence in the bathroom was a rat in a trap, frightened, willing to do anything to save his family. Lawrence in Adam’s bed is bright-eyed and loving, sensible in the face of adversity. He’s kind to Adam, gentle when Adam needs help with his work. Adam wants him forever.

Adam presses his forehead against Lawrence’s. “I want you to fuck me,” He whispers. “I want you to force me down onto the mattress and fuck me until all I can do is scream your name.”

Lawrence swallows hard and squeezes Adam. “You’re really not kidding about this, are you?”

“I’m so into you,” Adam says. “I want you to fuck me stupid.”

Lawrence kisses him sloppily, tugging on Adam’s bottom lip with his teeth. Adam whimpers, giving another thrust of his hips, and Lawrence moans against his mouth, hands gripping Adam’s shirt. Adam’s jeans dig between his legs, sending sparks through his body and his face flushing.

“You’re going to kill me.” Lawrence groans. “God Adam.”

“Please just fuck me,” Adam says, and Lawrence manages to turn them over so that Adam is on his back on the bed. “Please, please-“

Lawrence above him looks like sunshine. His hair is blonde and floppy, eyes crinkling as he gazes at Adam, and his mouth is fond. Adam feels another thrill go through him as Lawrence presses the length of his body against Adam, the bulge of his cock rubbing a wet spot on both their trousers.

“Are you sure?” Lawrence says.

“Lawrence,” Adam says, slipping his hands underneath his shirt again to grope his love handles. “I’m not going to break.”

He didn’t break in the bathroom. He didn’t break when Lawrence left him. He’s not going to break when Lawrence bends him in half in their shared bed and fucks him until Adam is a drooling sweaty mess against the sheets.

“God,” Lawrence swears, and drops all his weight on top of Adam, pinning him down. Adam is so turned on he can’t breathe, a moan bubbling up out of his mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Adam kisses Lawrence hard, worming his hands up into Lawrence’s hair to grip him tightly. Lawrence sighs into the kiss and grinds their bodies together, so close that Adam can barely tell where he begins and Lawrence ends.

Yeah, they’re going to be fine.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Hellooooo! For Danfic club (try and pry that name out of my cold dead hands!) I'd like to request...you can pick either...or both lol

1- Hualian AU, canon divergent, feat. 'The young soldier' Hua Cheng fucking the aphrodisiac's effect out of Xie Lian. Clumsy but rough sex please! Bottomlian!

2- Wangxian, canon divergent. Madam Lan lives and how it changes Lan Wangji as a person. Set in cloud recesses study arc. Maybe wangxian happen during the lectures? I want Madam Lan to be an amazing mom as well as someone who teases tf outta wangxian whenever she notices them making eyes at each other not knowing its a crush. She's their much needed braincell. Smut happening preferred, bottomxian please!

I am a massive fan of sex pollen, so I went with option 1... apologies I did tamper with the prompt a little to age up Hua Cheng. He's in his Wu Ming era rather than Hong Hong-er. Also any excuse to sneak in a bit of creep Jun Wu. Thanks for the prompt and enjoy!

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'Abstinence is a waste of your time now, don't you think?'

The question haunted Xie Lian as his body succumbed to the effects of the pink hazy smoke White No-Face had blown into his lungs before he vanished. His body burned and his cock ached with unfulfilled need. Xie Lian panted beneath his mask, his breath hot and damp against his skin. Somehow, though his cultivation path demanded abstinence, it wasn't the first time he'd felt such an all consuming lust. His heart sank as he realised he'd been infected with Land of the Tender again.

Last time, his robes had been made of the purest silks. Now, they were rough fabric that caused delicious friction against his sensitive body every time he moved.

Xie Lian fumbled with the ties of his robe until he was able to tear them from his shoulders, they pooled on the ground. The cool air did nothing to soothe the heat raging within his body. What had he done last time... unable to hold his body up anymore he dropped to the floor. His eyes landed on his sword, propped against the wall across from him. Last time he'd stabbed himself. This time, Xie Lian had been stabbed too many times to bear another. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'Your Highness!' Wu Ming rushed over to join Xie Lian on the floor. His masked face followed his gaze, 'You can't stab yourself this time. I won't let you.'

If Xie Lian had his wits, he would've found Wu Ming's words strange. Yet all he truly heard was that he wouldn't have to stab himself. His body turned pliant under Wu Ming's touch as he lifted him up and placed him in a sitting position. Despite the aphrodisiac burning up Xie Lian's body, Wu Ming's fingertips felt even more scalding. He rolled a nipple beneath his thumb and electricity coursed through Xie Lian's body. His hips bucked up of their own accord and a wanton moan escaped his lips. In a move that was almost tentative, Wu Ming raked his nails across Xie Lian's chest. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Xie Lian had already abandoned so many things, what hardship would it be to abandon one more? As Wu Ming explored his upper body, Xie Lian wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock and began to stroke himself.

He only managed a couple of strokes before Wu Ming's grasp tightened around his wrist, 'Your Highness, allow me.'

Unable to resist, Xie Lian dropped his hand and allowed Wu Ming to do whatever he wanted with him. Wu Ming's touch was clumsy at first, he gripped him too tightly, stroked him too aggressively. The Land of the Tender only served to increase the pleasure. The pain adding to the overall ecstasy Xie Lian felt from Wu Ming's ministrations. The mask on his face threatened to suffocate him as his breath hitched and his heart raced. With his free hand, Wu Ming curled a finger around the edge of the mask to remove it. An obstinate move, though Xie Lian had to admit, it was more comfortable. Without the mask, air could fill his lungs with abandon. His moans felt even more satisfying.

'Tell me what you want,' Wu Ming said, his pace turning frantic as he worked Xie Lian closer and closer to his first climax of the night.

'Anything... everything... make it stop hurting,' Xie Lian forced out between frantic pants.

Wu Ming nodded, toyed with Xie Lian's nipples with one hand as the other worked him until his release splattered across his stomach.

Xie Lian's moans of relief echoed around their hideout, but his cock remained half hard. He looked up at Wu Ming in a daze, 'More,' he begged.

Wu Ming wiped up the evidence of Xie Lian's climax, capturing it between his fingers before he flipped him over. Xie Lian gasped as his cock pressed against the mud floor. His body moved of his own accord and he rolled his hips against the floor seeking the friction that would bring him relief.

Suddenly an arm wrapped around his hips pinning him in place, 'Your Highness, allow me. Do not sully yourself this way.'

Xie Lian stilled and Wu Ming eased a finger within his entrance. His body jolted from the intrusion. He whimpered as Wu Ming added another finger, stretching his body for an unknown purpose. As Wu Ming's fingers pistoned within him Xie Lian found the burning sensation melding into a desire to be filled properly.

'Inside...' he gasped, 'put it inside.'

Wu Ming stilled in his actions, the second he withdrew his fingers, Xie Lian rolled over to see him better. Cautiously, he held his legs out of the way and offered Wu Ming his hole. After a moments fumbling to release his own cock, Wu Ming lined himself up and pushed inside. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into him with abandon, giving Xie Lian no time to think before his cock hit his prostate. Xie Lian gasped and moaned as Wu Ming embraced him, his mask dug into his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise as they moved together in perfect rhythm, chasing relief. Xie Lian would be marked with the proof of what they had done long after the aphrodisiac had left his system. Wu Ming continued to fuck him into the floor as white clouded Xie Lian's vision. He felt the effects of the aphrodisiac start to fade as he was finally sated. He felt Wu Ming's cock throbbing within him as he hurtled towards his own release and wrapped his legs around him, holding him in place.

'Your Highness,' Wu Ming gasped.

'Inside,' Xie Lian said, digging his heels into  the crook of Wu Ming's back to punctuate his sentence.

Wu Ming nodded before he recklessly thrust into him, his moans deafening beside Xie Lian's ear as he spilled himself inside.

[cardinal-copia-popia]

You Just Couldn't Help Yourself (Papa IV x Female Reader)

This is just a little something I wrote up after being inspired by these two gifs. The thoughts wouldn't leave my head until I wrote them down, lol. Basically, you told Copia not to touch or tease himself while on stage, but he does it anyway. This is the aftermath.

Also here on AO3!

NSFW under the cut!

“You naughty boy…” you purred against Papa’s painted lips. “Touching yourself on stage like that? You just couldn't help yourself, could you?”

Copia whined beneath you, his hips straining upwards, chasing your teasing fingers, desperate for more. His laced-up pants were stretched tight across the bulge of his erection, and you thought, if you looked hard enough, you might be able to see his cock throbbing through the fabric.

“Mi dispiace, ma con il modo in cui mi prendi in giro—”

You cupped him through his pants, cutting him off as he whined again. You smiled as you watched him, his head tossing from side to side, his hips rolling up against your palm. “That’s not an excuse.”

He stilled enough to look at you, his breaths coming raggedly through his parted lips. “Are you angry with me?”

Your smile widened. “No. Why would I be angry?”

“You told me not to. You said if I touched myself on stage, I would have to get myself off afterwards.”

“Then why did you do it?” you asked, dipping your head to press a kiss to his exposed neck. Your hand was still covering his crotch, though you kept your touch light enough that he was not getting nearly the friction he wanted. “If you knew the consequences, why did you do it?”

The blush on his cheeks concealed by the sweat-smeared paint on his face now traveled down his neck as he sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I wanted you to see. I wanted to tease you, too, make you just as desperate for me as I am for you. I knew you would be watching.”

You sighed against his neck. “Then you should know it worked. Dear Satan, I want you so much, Copia."

Another pathetic whine tore from him, and his hips bucked frantically. You chuckled.

"Easy, Cope…" you murmured, moving your hands up to unbutton his soft, black shirt that so often gave you a tantalizing view of his tummy. "We wouldn't want you to finish too soon, not when I'm not done with you yet."

"Amore, please," he begged as you parted the material of the shirt and kissed down his chest. "Please don't tease me any longer."

You didn't stop, but you slowed in your task of now beginning to untie the front of his pants. "Would you rather I leave for you to take care of yourself?" The question was enough to get his attention again. He lifted his head, his gaze pleading. You looked back, trying to stay as nonchalant as possible. "I was looking forward to riding you, but if you'd rather get yourself off…"

"No!" Copia exclaimed. "No, I was just…" He trailed off, watching how you were studying him. "What is it?"

You shook your head, drinking in the sight of him with his shirt parted to reveal his heaving chest, your hands restlessly caressing his thighs. God, you loved him so much… "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

He smiled shyly and looked away. "I didn't before I met you."

You leaned down to press tender kisses to his tummy and sighed against his skin. "I love you, Copia. So much."

His gloved hand came up to caress the back of your head. "And I love you, tesoro mio."

With that, you undid the laces of his pants and pulled them apart. With how tight his pants were, he never wore underwear with them. His beautiful, flushed, and leaking cock sprang free, but you ignored it for the time being. There were other things you needed to tend to first.

Copia watched breathlessly as you removed his shoes, socks, and pants all the way, leaving him in just his unbuttoned shirt and gloves. "Amore?" he breathed, wondering what you had planned.

With a sly smile, you moved between his legs, your lips seeking out the fading marks you had left previously on his right thigh. You kissed those gently before moving on to unblemished parts of his inner thighs and scraping your teeth across the soft flesh there. Copia whimpered and melted back into the couch. Both of you loved this because you got to lavish him with kisses and draw out the most delicious sounds from him by sucking and biting marks onto him. Copia's thighs and tummy were sensitive, and he had also been a bit self-conscious about them before he had met you. But then you began doing this, and nothing got him going faster.

Well, except for you praising him.

You nibbled up his thigh, closer to where he wanted you the most. His cock twitched in anticipation. You smiled and nuzzled up his hip, not touching him yet.

"You're being such a good boy, Copia," you purred. "So patient…"

All he could do was nod.

"And patience deserves a reward, don't you think, love?"

He lifted his head to look at you again and exhaled sharply. "Sì."

You hummed and lightly ran a fingertip up the underside of his cock, making him twitch again. Even with just this light touch, you probably could make him cum like this. You then repeated the action with your tongue. Copia cursed under his breath, and his hands flexed restlessly at his sides, gripping the cushion under him. He wanted to touch. Either you or himself, didn't matter. But he wasn't going to risk you stopping now.

"If you want my mouth on you, you've got to promise not to cum," you said, holding his hips. "Because I still want to ride you and have you cum inside me."

Copia shook his head. "I won't, amore. I promise. Please," he begged, his hips arching upward toward your mouth.

You lightly teased him again. "Tell me what you want, Cope."

"Your mouth on me! I want to feel your mouth around my cock."

You lightly kissed the tip of his cock, beaded with precum. "All you had to do was say something, babe."

With that, you took him into your mouth, swallowing him down in one movement. Copia clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the wanton moan that left him. You did everything you knew he liked, one hand working the base of his cock while you sucked and licked the rest of him. And despite his promise that he would not cum in your mouth, you knew he was already nearing the edge. You knew the telltale signs well enough now, everything from his breathing to his whines and whimpers to the trembling in his thighs.

At some point during all of this, your free hand had wandered into your pants to tease your clit. You wanted to be right there with him, which didn’t take much. His pleasure was your pleasure. It had you humming around him and aching for him.

"Amore," he suddenly gasped.

You looked up at him and found him gazing down at you, looking past your face. You slowly pulled off of him, making him tense and hiss out a breath, and then licked your lips. With your gazes locked, you quickly stripped from the waist down and let him watch you touch yourself.

"Oh, amore mio, please. Haven't I been good? I did not cum, just as you asked."

You bit your lip, slipping a finger inside you. Copia moaned, his hips bucking upward into the air, so ready to fuck you. You were more than ready for him, too.

Without a word, you straddled his lap, your hand moving from you to his face. You ran the tip of your slick-covered finger over his lips before Copia greedily sucked your finger into his mouth. You smiled as his eyes closed, and he hummed around your finger.

"You've been so very good, Cope," you murmured, lifting up enough to take his cock and run the head through your folds. You caressed his lips again with your fingertip. "Are you ready?"

He nodded frantically, his chest heaving again. "Sì! Sì! Please, amore, if you don't—"

But before he could finish, you sank down onto him. He might have been trying to stay a bit quieter before, but with the moan that left him now, you were sure everyone backstage knew exactly what was going on.

"Oh, yes, Cope," you breathed shakily, followed by a moan of your own as you rolled your hips, letting him fill you in one movement.

His hands now flew to your hips, gripping them tight. This was what he had wanted the whole time, to have his hands on you somehow. You leaned forward, your lips barely touching his.

"Fuck me, Copia. Do whatever you need to do to cum."

He planted his feet and held you up enough to piston into you. You keened and held on tightly to his shoulders to brace yourself. At some point, he managed to get your left hand off his shoulder and push it between you two. You took the hint and quickly began to rub your clit, your pleasure spiking to a fever pitch.

Copia didn’t last much longer, your teasing having done its job. You could tell he was trying to let you know he was cumming, but all he was able to get out were sharp exhalations that sounded vaguely like “I’m cumming.” His hips stuttered, and a choked sob left him as he pulled you down tightly onto him and pulsed and kicked within you. You followed him over a moment later, your grip on his shoulder tightening to the point where you were likely leaving bruises on him. You fell forward against him, muffling your cries of pleasure against his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair, needing to be as close to him as possible. Copia continued to grind his hips against you, making you both shudder and tremble through the aftershocks of your pleasure.

His hands left your hips, sliding up your back and into your hair. You smiled and sighed as you felt him press gentle kisses to the side of your head between his gasps for breath, all the while murmuring ‘thank you’ over and over.

You eventually pushed yourself back up, your hands on his chest, your smile widening at the sight of him.

Copia's hair was beautifully mussed from your fingers, the paint around his lips was a gray smear from where his hand had clamped over his mouth to stifle his moans, and his bare chest heaved, the hair there glistening with sweat. He was gorgeous beneath you, sated and spent. A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he lightly caressed your hips.

"I am glad you agreed to come on tour with me this time, amore," he murmured.

The soft look in his eyes as he gazed up at you made your chest fill with warmth. The way he could look at you as if you were the most precious and wonderful thing in the world to him… just as he was the most precious and wonderful thing in the world to you.

You leaned down and kissed him sweetly, earning a quiet, pleased hum from him in response. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"I love you, tesoro mio," he breathed.

"And I love you, sweet Copia. And don't ever stop being horny on stage."

He tilted his head back, chuckling. "Never, amore. Never."

Translations: 

Mi dispiace, ma con il modo in cui mi prendi in giro— - I'm sorry, but with the way you tease me��

[yonemurishiroku]

Do you think that the solangelo contains more of a forceful representation, and if so, what is your advice to authors who are trying to make lgbtq+ representation seem more a part of the story/flow with the story then the opposing option?

May 22nd. I'm so sorry, my mind has been going off track for a while. I'm really sorry for the delay. 😭😭

So, regarding Solangelo as a representation, well this is gonna be hard to say lol. This has been circling the fandom since the day of its emergence, and this is certainly not a good time but eh penny for my thought ig.

Now. I suppose I have a very varying definition of representation, but let's not dwell on that. As for now, I can say that I do consider Solangelo somewhat forcefully developed. As in, the term of writing, plot-wise, etc...

It's quite difficult to say. I have no problem with Solangelo as a couple - or their dynamic - per se. Rather, it's the pacing that throws me off. This has been addressed in many posts - Solangelo has a quite... abrupt (?) takeoff. I just felt like Rick did not mean to make them a thing but just a spur of a moment - something small and... promising that you left hanging at the end of the series for reader's interpretation, for whatever reason (This actually lines up with Boo's time of releash I think? The LGBTQ+ literature being unpopular I mean).

In fact, Solangelo's whole developing process happened behind the curtains - as in, we're told, not shown. Imagine. In BOO, their friendship just barely sprouts, and the next time we see them again in TOA, they're already a couple. For the longest time possible, it was left to the reader/fanfic writers to deduce wth happen for them to become a couple in like idk 6 months? (A pretty fast process for someone like Nico imo. but that's just me).

Something like that is bound to raise some doubts.

The full picture itself is only revealed - partly, and through second reminiscence, mind you - in TSATS. It's also the reason TSATS feels kinda off to me, ig - the fact that some parts actually misalign with the established canon events, or appear like a patch to cover a hole in the piece of fabric. And some others just straight up fall into the what-the-f-was-in-your-mind-rick category. I doubt it was even Rick's initial plan to come up with TSATS in the first place.

However, it's also worth acknowledging that, whilst it would certainly help, Rick hardly has the capacity to fully-build another 5-book romance for Solangelo. That's as far as it can go (I usually think this to placate myself at the thought of the ship being undeveloped). Nico is not the franchise's protagonist (more like deuteragonist I guess), no matter how far this story goes and how widely loved he is, let alone Will.

On to the advice part.

Please keep in mind that I am, in no way, a professional or good writer, nor do I study sexual orientation and/or identity theory (I barely know the flags). I've also grown up and received education in an Estern (somewhat conserative?) country, so please take whatever I say with a grant of salt.

Now. When it comes to "make it seem more a part of the story", I... actually don't know how to say this...

Just look at the all the BL mangas (Japanese comics) and danmeis (Chinese BL literature) and BL manhwas (Korean comics). I have been reading BoyLove longggg before I even came to PJO, you know? The Eastern fandoms have surprisingly extensive LGBT content for a conservative culture, anw they have been telling and/or drawing stotries upon stories about same-sex couples since the dawn of internet. They don't even need to try. They have the image of a love, a story in their mind and just... go along with it.

You don't make it a part of the story. The story is either about it (much or little), or just nothing at all.

I'm saying making a story about it - rather than trying to incorporate it into the story. Give it background and enough development, it'd progress itself. You don't give it anything, of course it'd feel flat. This goes with any type of romance, not just LGBTQ+.

The problem with Solangelo itself, imo, is not the nature of their relationship (tho I do admit somtimes Rick makes me go wtf), but rather how they're portrayed. And furthermore, said portray in proportion to people's expectation. Solangelo, by all means, is a side-story at best (unless Rick manages to come up with a trilogy about their journey from start to finish idk 🤷‍♀️). People like it, so they tend to expect more from it, but the author's just a human.

I think this is everything... My thoughts are kinda in a jumble as I'm writing this, so feel free to ask if something doesn't make sense... This is also just my personal view lol don't take it too seriously if it differs from yours too much.

Lastly, I know my advice would probably not do much, however I hope for you to find your way to tell your stories the best you can!

[runin-reads]

James and Sirius as dads pt 2

Like I mentioned in part one, Sirius is initially hesitant to have kids because he isn’t confident he’d make a good dad, but once Harry is around 4-5 years old Sirius is ready for more. After that he and James keep popping out kids like they’re trying to competing with the Weasleys for the WW’s largest family

James on the other hand would want a big family from the start since he grew up as an only child and although he wanted siblings to play with, he didn’t have any because of his parents old age.

Sirius is in charge of the kids wardrobe. He can’t deny that despite how shitty his family is, they undeniably have style. Based on his wardrobe in the ootp film, he dresses the kids in only the finest fabrics. He has a preference for darker colours and jewel tones, but when it comes to his babies he loves dressing them in bright colours to contrast the clothes the Black family had made him wear

Prongsfoot take great joy in shopping for baby clothes every time a new kid is born. Imagine this: James flitting around a shop saying “look at how small these robes are! Look at this tiny toy wand!” whilst holding Sirius’ arm, who stares at him fondly and allows himself to be dragged along.

Every time before their kids board the Hogwarts express, they go through the routine send off. James hugs them and, whilst grasping their cheeks, showers their faces with loud wet kisses. Sirius hugs them whilst stroking their hair and the back of their necks. They arrive early so they have enough time to pay equal attention to each kid.

Prongsfoot are the type to always send letters and gifts while their kids are at Hogwarts. If they forget anything at home, James will send it. If they need anything like robes or books, Sirius will put it on his tab. Sometimes he’ll send stuff unprompted which freaks the kids out because he knows exactly what they want/need like he can read their minds

Their kids would be comfortable telling them almost everything. There’s a strong sense of trust in their family. Doesn’t matter if their kid is in trouble, their dads have their back. Pissed a professor off? Prongsfoot will be there to do damage control. Failed an exam? They’ll help their kid study or get them a personal tutor

Prongsfoot are notorious amongst the Hogwarts staff so their kids will often hear stuff like “you’re just like your fathers” and “tell your dads I said hi”

I think a lot of the kids classmates would be jealous of them lol. Not only are their dads wealthy, they’re also cool (and handsome) as well.

I love to think that prongsfoot are always in and out of Hogwarts “on business” or “to see an old friend” but mainly it’s to surprise their babies

The dad lore goes CRAZY. When the Potter kids are older they stop believing them as much so prongsfoot say “ask your uncles they’ll tell you” but even Remus and Peter don’t do a good job at convincing them

Dad lore is the reason why the kids don’t like listening to their lectures: “seriously dad/appa, after all the things you did at school…”

Parent teacher meetings are the funniest thing ever— they’re asses are NOT talking it seriously. They’d come up with a million excuses as to why their kid is in the right. Fought another student? Self defence is a perfectly valid form of violence. Snuck around after their curfew? Merlin forbid having fun. Talked back to a professor? They deserved it anyway. Of course there are exceptions to this wrt to very extreme situations, but other than that they’ll publicly stick up for their kids no matter what

It’s hard looking after multiple kids so James’ parents move into one of their spare bedrooms to help out. They move out again once the kids are teens or older. It’s not a big deal when it does happen because they see each other often anyway

Speaking of grandparents, lunch with the Euphemia and Fleamont is a weekly occurrence (yes I only remembered their names just now lol). They almost always stay for dinner as well

James is the best at consoling the kids when they’re upset and he’s the one they usually turn to when they need a good vent/cry.

It takes a while for Sirius to grow out of the emotional repression his family taught him. I think he’d have a hard time knowing what to do when his kids cry or throw a tantrum etc so he learns from watching what James does. Sirius is hard on himself until James reassures him that it’s not his fault and that he’s making good process

James would take the parenting reigns at first, with Sirius following his lead

I think they’d mainly have sons but their daughter(s) would be just as cherished

Prongsfoot don’t have favourites per say, but they rely the most on Harry who’s their eldest so he’d have the most freedom much to his siblings’ dismay

Prongsfoot would draw a hard line at bullying. If they found out their kid was a bully that would one of the only occasions prongsfoot wouldn’t be on their side. I think seeing their chill dads become stern and disappointed would make them quickly fix their act

[wizzycore]

helo fellow spider enjoyer :]] a tuppence for any spider headcanons ? or any thoughts u had abt him lol

thank u for the interactions on the internet btw it gives me serotonin <3 happy to have someone to cobpost with

HIIII!!! my fic is totally my dump for spider related headcanons but here are a couple off the top of my head!

- spider saw mellori as a child not knowing she was the daughter of raven. one way or another thru prophecy or vision or just showing up thru somebody else (#posession)...i have a sillier differenter fic abt this interpretation of his mirage battle dialogue but its very sweet to think about hahahaha.

- ive always had underdeveloped thoughts abt how spider sees spiral peoples, especially as some of them (such as aztecans) descend directly from first world peoples rather than having been created theoretically after the titan war. but somehow spider's attitude (if he is to be believed) toward the yw i think indicates smth abt how he sees mortals in the spiral. he talks a lot of shop about how he doesn't care for any of the spiral or its peoples because his ex made it, that they're all weak or fodder but he is still grateful for what the yw had done for him even if it were prophesized. even if it were essentially "fate" at that point - spider recognizes that even if the yws actions to help him were done under coercion (from himself or others) they were still kind actions to him - they made him say that the yw was "one of their favorite things the spiral made" bc of that act. you wouldn't necessarily tell that to somebody you regard as a puppet that was bound to do those things anyway. (ofc he could've been sweet talking us but i choose the belief that theres part truth in it-) TLDR: spider ascribes a very interesting free will to certain spiral beings despite manipulating their fates massively over the years -- and i think that indicates more of a kind opinion toward the spiral than he lets on.

- my funniest spider hc is that he loves knitting and like fabric-related arts because he's good at it and better than raven. you just know the motherfucker is making sweaters in the husk

- his blood contains the purest form of shadow magic. a reason among other things that the chaos heart is one of the most powerful shadow artefacts in the spiral. theoretically other body parts of his are up there as well in terms of power. but luckily for him they arent removable.... as far as we know

- another reason why spider is fond of the yw is because spider himself was essentially the first wizard/first teacher of wizards - bartleby doesn't betray either witchiness or wizardry honestly i think "druid" is a legitimate camp to be in and bartleby is there -- raven is overtly witchy -- i think spider is in his own way incredibly wizard-y and mage-like. i always like to think he gave nuggets of his knowledge to the spider mages and guided their studies for a time...and the reason why people dont speak abt wizardrys root in spider is bc of raven's casting of him as ultimate evil in spiral mythologies. the role of guide to wizards is given rather ambiguously to bartleby instead...

- this hc is silly but. the divinities eat azoth. spider subsisted on that shit even in the black hole. idc that immortals don't need to eat i think it'd be funny if they ate azoth. consume ancient magics my boy

- tho raven and apider settled down in the husk, they still watch the yw but dont say nothin. spider COULD step in and narrate but why would he. all of arc 4 is so literally not his business at all ur on ur own wizard. however spider gossips about the yws goings on in lieu of being helpful literally at all.

- spiders favorite non-shadow schools of magic r storm and myth bc they're the most chaotic ::::)

- spider isn't taking to divorce therapy very well at all. 💋

[bitchkay]

Playing Hooky♡

~Lance Ira

CW: [n]sfw 18+, fucking in a closet, fucking standing up, yall skipped class to fuck in a closet standing up, gender neutral, no pronouns, got on a skirt tho, afab vagina, you get a big ass hickey on your neck, lots of kissing, Lance dick game go so stupid😩😩, Lance is in fact inside you for 100% of this without exaggerating, Toa is disappointed in yall

Word count: 1334

Rating: Explicit (18+ mdni)

Note: @voltagefandomproject lol I made this on the whim cus I was like 'yk what I wanna be fucked in a closet' and went to town

— voltage fandom ccc masterlist

"L-lancee, we have to get to class..!" You said though, did not protest as your arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"Surely it's nothing important," he said, gripping your hips as his thrusts increased pace.

It was hard to get Lance to go to lectures usually, you didn't force him knowing he'd rather do anything else but the times he did go, you knew it was because he just wanted to spend more time with you, not that he'll admit that. When Lance did go to class though he was always diligent in his studies, which you were grateful for when you needed to ask for help.

Today wasn't any different from any normal day you'd dragged Lance to his lectures, tugging him through the halls, a spring in your step at the idea of spending the majority of your day with him. Though Lance did agree to come with you —begrudgingly if anything— he was in no mood to actually attend lectures; as is always.

He thought you looked so cute practically skipping with him at your back he couldn't help but be reminded of the lewd grins you tossed his way the night before. Try as he might to throw his perverted thoughts out of his head, you wore his jacket at present, swamping you in the fabric. He thought himself a weak, weak man for seeing you as irresistible like this. He scolded himself as his self control wore thin, spying a closet on the far end of the hallway.

Missing one class wouldn't hurt you, and he's missed plenty of classes already, another one wouldn't make a dent.

"Mmm… you feel so good~" your nails dug into his shoulders as you threw your head back against the wall.

"I thought you were worried about classes?" Lance teased.

Lance had you pinned to the wall of the closet, skirt hiked up and underwear discarded. One of your legs was hooked around his waist as his hard cock buried inside you, fucking you standing up.

If you told anyone you were able to resist him, you'd be lying through your teeth.

"Mmph!" You bit your bottom lip, minding your volume as you were still in a very public place.

"You didn't really want to attend lectures now did you?" Lance egged on keeping a consistent pace, trying not to make too much noise.

"Oh shush… I don't care what we do- mmh~ I just want to be with you," you said glaring in his direction, finding his jewel-like brown eyes in the dimly lit closet. "If I can get you to come to class with me then it's still a win… I don't want to advance to the next rank while you're still at the bottom."

Nothing you said was particularly lewd or arousing yet Lance felt his cock twitch nonetheless. The feeling of your warm wet walls around him combined with your sweet words was just too much. Oh he was going to ruin you.

Lance locked lips with you with such force your head knocked against the wall as he slammed into you, his balls slapping your ass. He was stirring up your insides, ramming you with his cock as he groaned against your mouth.

"Mmm!...ha… lance…" you moaned against his lips tightening around him.

He was rearranging your whole reproductive system the way he plowed into you, kissing you so hard you're sure your lips would bruise. You felt like you were floating on air, surrounded by the scent Lance's heavy jacket around your shoulders gave off combined with the man himself thrusting so deeply inside you. You nearly forgot where you were.

"I adore you…" Lance mumbled against your lips holding you firmly so as to not slam you against the wall.

You'd forgotten all about class at this point, immersed in your scandalous escapade in a deserted closet at the end of the hallway. 

Your one leg on the floor did nothing to actually hold you up, your body completely supported in Lance's arms. In one faint toss Lance hooked your leg that wrapped his waist over his arm hitting you deeper in a slightly new position, stretching your legs further apart.

"Hup--" you hiccupped biting down on your tongue to silence your moans feeling your end near.

Lance kissed you, sucking your tongue of the blood that drew from biting it as your cunt tightened around him. He licked your lip of the drool that fell looking at your blissed out expression under the dim lights. Fluttering eyelids under furrowed brows, your pupils dilated as you looked back at him.

"C-close- s'close," your words slurred together, your bottom lip quivering, your body feeling sensitive all over.

You looked mesmerizing in his eyes, the epitome of pleasure, bouncing on his cock coming undone in his jacket surrounded by all that is him. Lance got a sick thrill off of this. The primal urge to mark his territory right here in this closet, while lectures are going on as you fuck. He leaned in pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, grazing his teeth over your pressure points relishing in the sounds that spilled from your lips.

"I'm gonna- I'm cu- MMN!!" You came hard and messy as Lance bit down on your neck leaving a dark mark on the side of your neck.

You soaked his cock in your cream, a ring of white around the base as he rode out your orgasm, softly and soothingly pressing light kisses on and around the place he'd marked you.

"I can't believe we just did that…" you said, catching your breath.

Lance nodded looking over your disheveled form. Both of you had the look of a couple that just had a quickie in a closet. Hair mussed up, clothes disheveled. How long have you been in here anyway? Still connected at the loins you held each other close coming down from your rush of adrenaline. 

Kissing each other slowly, your muscles relaxed leaning into your partner.

In truth, not a lot of time has passed but to you it felt like an eternity. Despite fucking in a dim lit old closet, you still felt cherished and cared for as Lance adjusted his grip on your leg, carefully loosening his hold on you. 

In your share of post orgasm intimacy the whole world was blocked from your minds. The hallway was no longer crowded, everyone in lectures, leaving a feel of faux privacy, though in this quiet time you both failed to hear the click of footsteps coming in your direction.

It's true you didn't hear it, that is until the click of the door opening.

"Toa?!"

At your shriek Lance tightened his hold on you gathering you in his arms like a boy protective of his favorite teddy bear, shooting cold glare at the Qelsan prince. You couldn't help but flush very much aware of how Lance was still inside you.

"......" Toa paused before speaking, his face twisted with disappointment. "... of all people that could have been here.. it was you."

Your skirt gathered around your waist and waterfalled down your ass and the side of which leg was around Lance's body —thankfully the one closest to the door— plus Lance's jacket on your shoulders, hid your bits and kept you both moderately discreet, but with Lance's pants around his thighs and both of you being especially intimately 'connected' it was very clear what went on in here.

"Why do you loiter?! Scram!"

Toa opened his mouth to say something but quickly decided he didn't wanna know. He turned to leave, only saying this to part.

"Next time show some restraint Ira. This is an educational institution not your playroom." If he didn't close the door behind him he would've been subject to Lance's incessant barking. Lance shouted after him muffled by the door enough for him to ignore.

Somehow Toa was disappointed but not surprised.

Well at least now you have a reason to skip your next lesson.

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

I just had to add the part of you getting caught, yall aren't allowed to have peace

[lokischocolatefountain]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Had to count all these roses like Dora the Explorer lol. Here’s something from a husband!Javi WIP that’s been a WIP for tooooooo long:

The key met resistance as he pushed it inside, letting him know that she’d left her key on the door from the inside. Hair sticking in different directions, jacket slung over his shoulder and tie shoved in his pocket, he looked completely different from when he left for work that morning. All he wanted was to smoke another cigarette, have a whiskey and sink himself in her cunt. But it was too late and she would be tired from work. His hand was a pathetic substitute but it would have to do.

She opened the door, not in her pajamas as he expected but in a red dress that looked more like a costume, an apron, a pearl necklace and her hair and makeup all done up. Fuck, were they supposed to have a date?

She didn’t seem annoyed as she leaned in and grabbed his shirt, pulling in indoors before leaning up to kiss her. He kissed back, forcing his tongue through her lips to taste her. Grabbing her ass through her dress, he grunted in disappointment at not finding the plump flesh but a lot of fabric— so much fabric he couldn’t trace the shape of her behind. He reached under her skirt, his kisses growing slow as his brain tried to comprehend what he found underneath.

“What the fuck, baby?” He asked when he pulled back and studied her appearance. She looked gorgeous, of course. But there was something…off. This was not how she usually did her makeup, her hair was different and so was her dress. She looked like she could’ve stepped out of an old fashion catalogue from the fucking 50s.

“Just got bored and decided to make one of your fantasies come true…” she said, smiling as she played with the buttons of his shirt. “Bad time? We could do it some other time if you’re tired.”

“No, no,” he declined quickly. “I want you.” He was tired, yes. But he wanted her. Even if he had walked in too tired for sex, seeing the effort she’d put into just to make him feel good had wiped away any need for rest. She was offering herself up to him on a golden platter. Who was he to deny such an offering?

“Dinner’s ready, papi,” she said, her expression relaxing as a soft smile took its place over the previously nervous one. It was such a stupid little fantasy. He was ashamed of even admitting it to her. But she’d made him feel comfortable and pliant with her kisses and he had no choice but to show her his most shameful thoughts.

“Tell meeeee!

“Nope, not happening.”

“If I don’t know, my head will explode.”

“If I tell you, my head will explode. You might fuckin’ shoot me or something.”

Ask meme: posting a line from my WIPs for each 🌹 you send

[waterlogged-detective]

🍁, 🌺, and/or 🌾

Criminally Soft Asks

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

I have another ask where Imma do this one because it's gonna be more jokeish lol so I'll skip it this time

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

He has a study that is DEFINITELY NOT FILLED WITH STOLEN BOOKS don't snitch and a little desk with a patchwork armchair to work at. I suppose that's sort of a comfort corner? It has a small fireplace to brew tea, and both Nebbie and Boots' beds (although Boots often just plods into Doe and Darcy's bed because he knows he wont be kicked out).

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Oh man this is sort of a boring answer but Doe doesn't really get scared by nightmares in the way I think the prompt means. Like sure he's scared in the moment. Maybe? But he isn't scared after. He's more "huh that was kinda neat" and then forgets about it.

See Doe doesn't really experience emotions in the same way a human would. He's books. Just words. And if one of the books he's made of...doesn't tackle the emotion in it then it's not really something he can quantify for himself in the feelings department.

Existential dread and a vague terror of the infinite? 100%

Scared at specific things that are quantifiable? That he can observe? Not really.

The only reason he has that feeling at all is due to one specific book that was in his little birth trunk, a lot of the rest were romantic or academic. History or science or facts about surface beetles. Having a banned dictionary stitched into the fabric of your suit doesn't help much beyond giving you a definition of a word.

He does, however, feel ennui, thanks to the same specific book, and when he does he tends to isolate himself in his little study, where he locks the doors, closes the windows, and curls up on his armchair until he feels better. Sometimes he brings Boots or Nebbie for emotional support because their heads are empty and they're quiet. He'd do the same if fear was more of an issue for him, I'd imagine.