#It was a pleasure to be a part of this fandom

[shall-we-die]

╔‌‌‌‌•°💋༄•°══════════•⊰•°༄༚

{NSFW Alphabet}

╞•⊰❖⊱•═══•༻💋༺•═══•⊰❖⊱•╡

↬[Fandom]•⊰ {Love and deepspace}࿐

↬[Warnings]•⊰ {NSFW... so yeah, MDNI}࿐

☰[Main list]•⊰ ──────┈┈┈─╮

╭─────┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈──────╯

╰┈➤Likes/Reblogs are appreciated࿐

╚•°💋༄•°══════════•⊰•°༄༚‌‌‌

[A]ftercare: What they're like after sex?

Aftercare is crucial for Sylus. Post-sex, he always makes sure to gently clean you up with a warm cloth, checking for any soreness or discomfort. He then pulls you close, spooning you and nuzzling your neck as he trails soft kisses along your skin.

"You're absolutely stunning when you come apart like that... Miss hunter."

He gently pulls you down to his chest, his large hands running soothingly through your hair while you catch your breath.

His breathing gradually returns to normal, but his heart rate remains slightly elevated, testament to the intensity of your lovemaking.

He strokes your back gently, tracing patterns that make you shiver. Despite his machismo, he's incredibly gentle with you after intimate moments.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[B]ody Part: Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's?

Sylus's eyes often linger on your slender neck and collarbone, a secret fascination concealed only by his rugged exterior.

The delicate curve and soft skin there captivate him, igniting a primal urge to worship this part of you with kisses and tender bites during their passionate encounters. grins mischievously.

He likes his arms. Not just because they're a good indicator of how strong he is... But also because he likes watching you trace his skin with your fingertips.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[C]um: Anything to do with cum?

Sylus is particularly fond of marking his territory, so to speak. He prefers to finish inside you, filling you with his warmth and claiming you completely in that primal way. He also enjoys the aftermath, running his fingers possessively through the evidence on your thighs or stomach.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[D]irty Secret

Sylus has a secret fetish for lacy lingerie, a stark contrast to his rugged, masculine image. He fantasizes about slipping delicate, delicate garments onto his strong, rough exterior. In fact, he loves imagining you in provocative little more than lingerie.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[E]xperience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

Sylus is far more experienced than he lets on, having had his fair share of encounters before meeting you. He knows exactly what he's doing in the bedroom, using his strength, his touch, and his knowledge of a woman's body to make you feel things you've never felt before.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[F]avorite Position

Sylus's favorite position with you is missionary, but not in the traditional sense.

He likes to have you pinned beneath him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he enters you slowly, deeply.

He loves looking into your eyes, seeing the pleasure he's giving you, and feeling your nails dig into his back.

He also likes cowgirl, a position that allows him to watch as you take control and ride him.

He loves seeing your body move, your hair fall in your face, and the way your eyes roll back when you hit that perfect spot.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[G]oofy: Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?

Sylus can be surprisingly playful and goofy during intimate moments, his rugged exterior masking a surprisingly silly side.

He's not afraid to make ridiculous faces or murmur playful nonsense in your ear.

But when things start to heat up, he transforms into a serious, intense lover, completely focused on bringing you pleasure.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[H]air: How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.?

Sylus keeps his body well-groomed just for you. He makes sure to be perfectly trimmed and clean everywhere, making him both masculine and meticulous in his preparation for intimate moments.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[I]ntimacy: How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...?

Sylus touches you possessively, his large hands roaming your body with purpose. He's not afraid to get rough, pinning your hands above your head or lifting you up effortlessly.

Sylus's intimacy times with you are like a cosmic event - intense, all-consuming, and leaving you feeling like you've been a part of something much bigger than yourself.

He holds you close, his strong arms wrapped around you, as he kisses you deeply and makes love to you slowly and passionately.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[J]ack Off: Masturbation headcanon

He doesn't need it tbh.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[K]ink: One or more of their kinks.

Sylus harbors a secret kink for dominance and rough play, though he only shows it with you.

He loves having you beneath him, completely vulnerable, while he whispers commands in your ear.

He also enjoys incorporating space-themed roleplay...

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[L]ocation: Favorite places to do the do.

As long as it's a private place, anywhere is a yes. (He likes it under shower more.)

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[M]otivation: What turns them on, gets them going?

The way you bite your lower lip when you're deep in thought, the way you sit on his lap to look at the stars through the window, the way you wear his oversized shirts around house, the way you sometimes absentmindedly touch his arm or lean against his shoulder...

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[N]O: Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

In the bedroom, Sylus is turned off by any kind of non-consent or lack of communication.

He also dislikes rushed, mechanical encounters, preferring a slower, more intimate pace.

He's not a fan of excessive roughhousing or pain play without clear boundaries and aftercare.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[O]ral: Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Sylus absolutely adores giving you oral. He finds pleasure in pleasing you and making you lose yourself in the moment.

He loves the taste of your skin, the way you shiver under his touch, and the way you say his name when he hits just the right spot.

Sylus takes his time when eating you out, savoring the taste and feel of you.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[P]ace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?...

Sylus prefers a mix of both, depending on the mood and what you need in the moment.

He loves the intense, animalistic passion of fast, rough fucking - the sound of skin slapping against skin, the heat building between you, your nails digging into his back.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[Q]uickie: Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

He hates them. Nothing more to say.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[R]isk: Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

Sylus is generally not into risky sex. He prioritizes safety and comfort over risky encounters.

He doesn't mind trying new things, but always ensures there's clear communication and consent first.

He's not one to just 'pick up strangers' or engage in unsafe sex practices.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[S]tamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?

Sylus has impressive stamina and can go for multiple rounds, especially with breaks in between. On a good day, he might be able to have 3-4 rounds of passionate lovemaking with you, each lasting around 20-30 minutes.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[T]oys: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

Sylus is open to using toys in sex, but only when both partners are comfortable and enthusiastic about it.

He respects your boundaries and always communicates openly about what feels good and what doesn't.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[U]nfair: How much they like to tease?

Sylus enjoys teasing you during sex, knowing how it drives you wild.

He might slowly trace his fingers down your sides, kiss along your neck, whispering naughty things in your ear, or even pull away right before you reach your peak, making you whimper and beg for more.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[V]olume: How loud they are,what sounds they make?

Sylus is generally quiet during sex, preferring to focus on the sensations and pleasure rather than making noise.

However, when he's really into it, he might let out a low groan or grunt, and occasionally he'll utter your name or a soft curse word under his breath.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[W]ild Card: Random headcanon

He likes to tease you. Therefore, it's natural to be fingered by him in an official party while he holds a serious face.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[X]-Ray: Let's see what's going on in those pants.

Sylus's penis is long and thick, with a slight curve upwards that hits your sweet spot perfectly.

The skin is soft and smooth, wrapping around a firm, veiny shaft. His head is large and mushroom-shaped, already glistening with pre-cum when he's aroused.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[Y]earning: How high is their sex drive?

Sylus has a high sex drive, with frequent thoughts and desires for intimate moments with you.

While he's not constantly horny and can control himself when needed, he's more than happy to initiate sex daily if you're both game.

┣━━━━━━━━━━━━━┅┅┅┄┄

[Z]ZZ: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?

He first makes sure that you are fine. If neither of you have any important work or plans for tomorrow, there's no problem if you don't even get a shower, right? So he just hugs your numb body tightly.

So after intense, satisfying sex with you, Sylus usually falls asleep within minutes, his heavy arms wrapping around you possessively. He's a cuddler post-sex, seeking comfort and closeness immediately after release.

[sgiandubh]

Prophetic

Every single time things look hard to decipher or farcical (and this is one of those farcical times), I remember a long post by @hardblazesong, dealing with BTS aspects and the intricacies of this cesspool of a fandom. I am yet to read something more clear and more bravely stated than the things she wrote almost eight years (!) ago, even if I do not necessarily agree with everything. Especially as far as SC's sexuality is considered and examined, for example - but that is secondary, to me.

Every word in this quoted passage was confirmed by what happened next, for example. And then, some more, if at all possible:

This is exactly what happened, rinse and repeat to oblivion. 'No one above D level status', with the odd lap dancer/Hooters waitress thrown in, for variety. Gross? Effective on the short term perhaps, to quench thirsty/insistent/too close to the real thing rumors and found tidbits, yet damn penalizing on the long run. MPC's dwindling subscription figures are testimony to it, as are the mediocre projects coming his way. And now he sorely needs a seriously good one to keep his rep at a decent level. You see, the entire kilt-cladded, warrior daddy imagery/fantasy is also quietly wearing off, as OL is coming to its merciful end. But believe it or not, S will survive even this life-changing experiment with fame. The key question here is 'how' and I have no definitive answer to it. But I am confident, and this Soroptimist approach of mine will always be my guilty pleasure, as far as S is concerned. Perhaps the only one, since the guy won't ever make me turn my head for him in the street. Not even sorry about that. But as I have already told you, I do like an underdog and know how to spot them, when I see one.

Now, as far as C is concerned, the 'low key thing' turned into the perfectly artificial farce we all know about. It is my sincere belief at least 85% of her Taliban Stan crowd is simply paying lip service to what they chose to believe and are constantly being reminded of by their trolling Sopranos. So much so, in fact, that it all reeks rather of Pollyannaism than critical thinking, no matter how brutal or self-assured they may sound. And at this point in time, with zero communication on the topic and C who apparently DGAF about narrative continuity when it comes to this, it's only fair to say more oil is being quietly, constantly thrown onto those embers of suspicion and legitimate, logical doubt.

As for going political, we all saw what happened with S's Gaza comment, didn't we? Case in point to never cross obvious red lines and allow your own emotions get in a mix you cannot control and which must not have been addressed, to start with. Especially when you are, above anything else, a media product manufactured on purpose for reaching the widest potential audience. MAGA Mommies crowd included.

Also, this:

Again, this is exactly what happened, and consistently so. Proof of this are the multiple times I had to excuse myself to powder my nose in the middle of a Zoom call or meeting, whenever my cellphone was blinking with concerned messages about this or that insignificant turn of an apparently endless, boring and disingenuous AF narrative. Shippers are worried and potentially even hurt every single time a Fitness Harem representative shows up on the roster. S knows that - how could he not, he is part and parcel of it? Trolls know that: in fact, this is their bread and butter in this fandom. And the reason this happens is an unnecessarily cruel and by now pathetic bout of schizophrenic trivia deliberately being thrown in, from time to time, for... eh... for reasons. Whether this is for 'protection' (complete quiet would be way more decent and effective, I think) or diversion, or remaining relevant, or even shits and giggles is entirely secondary, one more time. These allow to address all the factions of this fandom at once, using what are by now some lazy, well-tried and accessible plot devices (SM twisting reality, cheap pap walks, timeline innuendos, etc). Again, this is wrong and harmful, in the long run. It is refusing to see the forest for the trees and completely ignore the fact this is building the wrong persona and the wrong brand. Back to that sore need for a really good project I have mentioned before and own reasoning nicely tied in, thank you.

As for how SC feel about us, shippers, I suppose things are clear. I don't think they like us, and to be blunt, how could they? Mistakes have been repeatedly made, especially when it comes to projecting going completely, tastelessly out of control, the hyper sexualization and objectivation of both S and C (naively dirty fanfic, anyone? come on, we all read it!) and the liberties some took with decency, as far as C is particularly concerned. And by this, I don't mean stalking - that is pushing Covfefe Pics really too far and being a perfect hypocrite about it, when we know the entire faction was demanding proof, on many tones & in many ways and kept on pressuring for something along those lines to happen. To me, however, the most toxic part of it was definitely Jess' unfortunate drooling all over someone else's love story. It definitely had an impact and it was definitely been used as such, until it wasn't. The rest of all that obsessive approach are just spin-offs, but the bad seeds were gleefully planted there and then.

Before landing here, I carefully weighed in my options. And I chose to be primarily interested in business and legal paperwork simply because it so happened that an irritated reaction while on an Athens taxi ride prompted my arrival here. Then I realized it was the only way to bring something new to an already stalling body of public lore and keep it simple and real. What I did discover and what the trolls across the street chose to dismiss as trash is, in fact, evidence enough of the chasm that exists between what people are being served and supposed to gobble up, no questions asked, and a reality that certainly is more nuanced. This is what really makes me tick and this is why I am still here, while there are so many more useful and enjoyable ways to keep myself busy.

Rest assured, though: I am not going anywhere, even if from time to time life and a very strenuous job take precedence. I hope you can understand this. In the meanwhile, you have been so many witty, kind and warm people coming along my path, that I would feel like betraying you (and myself!) if I went away. And no, I have never felt more sure about SC than probably now, even if this 'SC' doesn't necessarily coincide with your own version of that saga.

Newbies can read the entire @hardblazesong's post here: https://www.tumblr.com/hardblazesong/678440162606350336/the-time-has-come-shipsters-to-write-a-lengthy?source=share

Thank you for reading this very long comment, summing up all the thoughts that nagged me while I was simultaneously translating and slaloming between my two mother tongues, while in Tunis. I am rather good at compartmentalization, you see. This post is also a clumsy homage of sorts to all the brilliant, brave and bold women, past and present, of The Shire, who have tried and managed to see beyond the thick veil of deceit this entire #shitshow is. The fact so many of us, across so many cultures and personal circumstances, saw the same damn thing and questioned it with integrity and wit, should be arresting evidence there are more things.

PS: I think we can all agree on the fact the Biggest Troll in this fandom is 'Erself, the Flip-Flop Blue Nailpolish Goddess. But that's a different story.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Not a request but imagine Viktor debating whether or not to augment his dick because on one hand fun sexy times and on the other it's his dick shit can go wrong and he doesn't want to affect his fertility if he decides he does want kids

You know, as a fandom, I feel like we don't discuss the dick situation as much as we should... like, I've given my opinion on what's up with the Arcane Herald Penis Predicament (go read more on that in my one-shot The Prophet spoke, and the faithful knelt 👀), but I can't imagine the Machine Herald Cock Conundrum is the exact same...

Here is my hypothesis:

So, Machine Herald replaces the parts of his body that he considers weaknesses or that could be augmented with technology and machinery.

Dick and balls are pretty inconvenient from a technical standpoint, they're an easy target to incapacitate someone in a fight ((fun fact, some animals actually know this and will attack the face or the genitalia of other animals/humans to inflict the most damage)). Plus, they are a strong testament to how much the human body is controlled by emotions and impulses, so it wouldn't be that far-fetched to assume MH!Viktor would have gotten rid of them.

HOWEVER

I believe that this theory would be missing an important aspect of MH!Viktor's philosophy and identity. What he craves is an evolution of the human species through the removal of weaknesses of the flesh, such as illness. And evolution REQUIRES the continued existence of a species through time, which means reproduction is still a key aspect in his vision. It would be counterproductive for him to want to get rid of reproductive organs: they're an essential part of making sure a long-term evolution is even possible.

Additionally, MH!Viktor has been shown through various parts of his lore to be exceptionally caring about children. In that same vein, season 1 Viktor often brings back the concept of having a personal legacy...

Considering both of these factors, I'd say that, yes, MH!Viktor still has his human penis. BUT, he would also definitely get rid of the flaws I mentioned earlier.

For example, he would likely be able to at least partially regulate blood flow to his cock, in order to be in control of his own bodily reactions (ie., when he wants to be hard or not). He would also probably add some sort of protective cover or coating over it, with a flexible but resistant material that would prevent genitalia from being used as a weak spot. Almost like a permanent, metal cocksleeve.

If he was to gain a lover along the way, perhaps the sleeve could be tweaked a little, to add some bonus features. A length enhancer, or some bumpy ridges... the possibilities are truly endless. But it would all be solely for the purpose of his goal, of course, not for something as trivial as pleasure. A lot of research seems to correlate female orgasm to higher chances of pregnancy; he's only doing what has to be done to strengthen the future of the Glorious Evolution. Any additional physical enjoyment is merely a side effect, nothing more.

IN CONCLUSION, according to my professional, scientific opinion, I believe MH!Viktor would keep his human penis, but remove all its conceptual weaknesses with technology. There is simply no version of Viktor in the multiverse that doesn't make use of his big, fat cock, and that's just the way things are 😌.

[zeroxxlhero]

you’re an amazing writer! would you ever consider writing fic where Vi has a vagina?

Ofc! and in ur honor, I will be gifting you this 🤲

Tender • Vi

Warnings: 18+ characters, sub! Vi, dom! Reader, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, praising, a little aftercare, Vi deserves some good loving, use of the nicknames 'baby' and 'sweetheart'

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Vi lay sprawled across the bed, nerves singing with a heady mixture of excitement and trepidation as you drank in the sight of her. She was a vision laid out like an offering, pale skin like Alabaster in the moonlight spilling through the window. Her chest rose and fell with quick little breaths that made her breasts strain against the confines of her shirt. You let your eyes roam over the gentle swells, noting how her dusky nipples peeked through the thin fabric. A pleased little rumble worked its way up your throat at the evidence of Vi's arousal. The scent of her, musky and dark, filled the space between you both.

"Beautiful," you murmured as you reached for her, your fingers skimming the lean lines of her thighs. They trembled beneath your touch, and a shiver worked down Vi's spine. You followed the trail with your gaze, committing each inch to memory before meeting her eyes. "Perfect."

Vi watched you beneath lowered lashes, pink hair frayed and clinging to her forehead. Her plush lips were parted, breath coming faster now as your fingers mapped the shape of her. There were goosebumps in the wake of your touch and you couldn't resist leaning down to press a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the path your hand had taken. Vi whimpered, the little sound shooting straight to your aching cunt. You rewarded her with a nip to the jut of her hipbone before soothing the sting with your tongue. "You're shaking for me, baby. All wound up tight."

You met her eyes again, the blue hues so dark in the dimness that they almost matched the night outside. "I can't wait to see you fall apart on my tongue."

You slid your hands higher to cup the warm weight of Vi's breasts, thumbs swiping over pebbled nipples until she gasped.

You circled her areolas with feather-light touches, feeling the tiny peaks strain toward your palms. When the fabric of Vi's top was plastered across her chest, you leaned down and drew one nipple into the wet heat of your mouth. Vi keened, fingers scrabbling for purchase on your shoulders before fisting in my hair. You just sucked harder in response, swirling your tongue around the stiff bud as you played with its twin between your fingers.

Vi thrashed beneath you, the sounds of pleasure she made all the sweeter for the shaky uncertainty in them. It was a heady thing, the power you held in this moment to unravel the tightly wound girl spread out before you. A drug you could easily become addicted to if you weren't careful. But you wanted to savor this, take your time peeling Vi back layer by fragile layer until you had her splayed open and begging.

So you laved the peaked tips with long, slow licks before pulling away completely. Vi made a mewling sound so needy you couldn't help the dark little thrill it sent through you. Abandoning Vi's breasts, you began a path downward. Your fingers trailed over her belly, dipping briefly into the slight dip of her navel, before continuing their journey. You hooked them in the waistband of Vi's grey boxer briefs. They were a scrap of cotton, so flimsy that it looked like they'd fall apart at the slightest touch. You stroked over the damp spot at her center and Vi bucked with a needy whimper, hips lifting as if to chase your hand.

You let out an amused chuckle, low and dark with promise, as you pulled them down her thighs. The movement drew your eyes to where your fingers were splayed across her pussy, thumb pressing just above the neat little slice of her slit.

You stroked over her pussy, feeling the wet arousal gathering there. Vi was hot against your fingers, her thighs twitching where they fell open in clear invitation. There was nothing you wanted more than to bury your face between her legs and feast until you'd drink your fill. But that would come later, once you'd worked Vi up so far she was begging for it.

You leaned down to kiss a slow path up her trembling stomach. The dip and hollow of her ribs was a tempting little pause, so you lingered, licking at a pretty patch of skin. Again, you continued upwards, finding the shell of her ear and nipping at the lobe, whispering wicked things against it that made her shiver and gasp. "I'm going to ruin you."

A promise and a threat delivered low and filthy in her ear. One of your hands was still lodged between Vi's thighs, petting over her sex in a maddeningly light way. At your words, Vi's head thrashed against the pillows, a high and breathy little moan falling from her lips. You swallowed it down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that was all clashing teeth and tangling tongues. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. You drank in the sight of Vi, chest heaving as her fingers curled into the sheets below her. So fucking gorgeous like this. You wanted to cover her, feel the give and pull of her cunt around your fingers as you worked her apart. But patience was a virtue and you aimed to be the most virtuous you could be tonight. So you just kept petting her, openmouthed kisses placed on whatever skin you could reach.

Vi was whimpering against your fingers now, hips lifting into your touch like she couldn't help herself. "Please," she gasped, the word high and needy. It was music to your fucking ears. You loved her like this, desperate and writhing, the last threads of her inhibitions snapping one by one until she was laid bare before you.

"Please, I need--" Vi broke off with a choked sob as you circled her clit, drawing out her plea until she was a babbling mess, incoherent with want.

"Shh, I know sweetheart." You soothed, stroking over that swollen nub again and again until Vi was keening, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sweat-damp sheets. "I know exactly what you need, baby."

To punctuate your point, you sank two fingers knuckle deep into Vi's dripping cunt. She was so hot and tight, fluttering around the intrusion, that you groaned low in your throat. You pumped them in and out with a steady, purposeful rhythm, curling to nail that sensitive bit of flesh along her front walls that had her seeing stars.

"Oh god," Vi keened, clenching around your fingers like a vice. You thrust faster, rubbing her g-spot and pressing down on her clit with the heel of your hand until her thighs were trembling and she was making those high, breathy noises. Fuck, Vi looked so beautiful when she was coming apart, lips parted as she panted harsh little breaths and her pupils were blown wide with pleasure. So you fucked her until she was shaking, her inner muscles rippling around your fingers.

"You're doing so well, baby. Taking me so nice and deep." You nuzzled beneath her ear, kissing just below it and tasting the salt on her sweat-damp skin. "You gonna come on my fingers like a good girl? Soak my hand in your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes..." she mumbled, too far gone to form proper words. The stutter of her hips was becoming more erratic, telling me she was close. You could feel her channel starting to flutter around your fingers, growing tighter by the second as she climbed towards her peak.

"Gonna- gonna come," Vi whimpered, the words a desperate stutter on her lips. "Oh God, don't stop. Please, please, please..." You weren't planning on stopping. Not until you'd wrung every last drop of pleasure from Vi's trembling form.

You just kissed her harder in response, tongue fucking into her mouth in a filthy promise of what was to come. Vi kissed back sloppily, little moans spilling between your lips as her hips moved in sharp, desperate little jerks. You gripped her harder, anchoring her in place as you thrust faster, your own pleasure a tight, aching thing at the base of your spine. Vi was babbling now, a stream of incoherent pleas and prayers that had no end or beginning. They mixed with the slick, lewd sounds of your fingers moving inside her until there was a constant stream of obscene noise in your ears. Vi's head fell back, baring the long column of her throat to you.

You nipped and sucked at the delicate skin, determined to leave marks that would be yours for days to come. The pain spurred Vi forward, her climax cresting over her in one last violent shudder and crash of sound.

Vi came with a hoarse shout, back bowing off the bed as her cunt clenched down on your fingers. She was so tight that you swore you could feel every ridge and flutter as she fell apart, the drag of it exquisite. Vi rode your hand through the waves of her release, hips working in jerky little twitches like she was trying to fuck herself back to the rhythm of your thrusts.

"That's it, baby," you coaxed, soothing through the aftershocks with slow, shallow pumps of your fingers. "You're so fucking perfect. Just like that." Vi was boneless and pliant below you now, the tension bleeding from her muscles as she panted out the last bits of pleasure. The sight made something tight and fierce clench behind your ribs. God, you loved her like this - spent and sated and so beautiful she stole the breath from your lungs.

You peppered the trail of marks with soft kisses, tongue darting out to soothe the reddened skin. Vi sighed, hands coming up to tangle in your hair as you mapped out each ridge and hollow of her abs. You traced the lines between her muscles, impressed all over again by the strength coiled in her frame. What she put up with at the gym, what she accomplished there, filled you with a kind of fierce, bone-deep pride that you could never fully put into words.

"You did so good, baby." You spoke the words against her skin, lips brushing over the jut of her hipbone as you looked up at her through your lashes. "So fucking good for me."

Vi hummed low in her throat, fingers flexing in your hair. The grip pulled you closer and you went willingly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her stomach in adoration.

The word was a reverent sigh, breathed over the soft skin of her belly like a benediction. You traced every dip and swell with fingers and tongue until Vi was squirming against the sheets, fingers tightening in your hair as if to ground herself. Only then did you relent, turning your worship downward to the slim column of her thighs. You ran your hands up and down their length, stroking over the delicate skin and the faint dusting of hairs until Vi was quivering, small sounds of pleasure escaping her lips with every pass. When her thighs began to tremble and fall open, you settled between them like you belonged there.

Because you did.

"Vi," You breathed, the sound of her name a prayer on your tongue as you looked up her body to meet her eyes. "You're mine." There was no mistaking the possessiveness in your gaze or the steel threading through your words.

You held it as you leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the top of her mound, then another to her clit, and a final one to her entrance. Soft touches, gentle caresses. But they were also a stamp, a promise of ownership. Of claim and belonging.

"This pretty cunt? All mine to please. To taste. To fuck." You punctuated your words with a languid lick through her folds, gratified when Vi let out a low, strangled moan. You let out an amused hum as you did it again and again, coating your tongue in the taste of her and making her shake.

"I want to devour you," You told her, voice dropping an octave lower as you settled in with a decisive press of your face between her thighs. "Eat this perfect pussy until you scream." You licked her once, a long slow glide that had Vi keening and arching up against you.

You just chuckled and did it again, putting your mouth on her like it was a religious experience. Which, really, was the closest thing to heaven you'd ever known. Vi was exquisite like this, slick and sweet on your tongue, her moans echoing off the bedroom walls. You couldn't get enough, lapping and suckling at her until her fingers were in a death grip in your hair and her thighs trembled on either side of your head. When she started babbling nonsense prayers, you doubled your efforts, alternating between slow, filthy licks and quick, little flicks of your tongue against her clit.

You dragged your lips along her sex, nosing aside the thick thatch of hair to her glistening folds. She was swollen and flushed, her arousal painting her entrance in glistening streaks. It was obscenely beautiful, and the sight sent a bolt of lust straight to your core. But it was nothing compared to the taste of her, tangy and rich as you dragged the flat of your tongue over her seam. Vi sobbed at the touch, nails scoring down your shoulders as she writhed. The slight pain was the perfect counterpoint to the heat pooling in your lower belly, and you rocked your hips against the mattress to ease the ache. You dove in with the single-mindedness of a starving woman, devouring Vi's pussy like a feast spread before you. Lapped at her in broad strokes before focusing your attention on her clit, sucking the little bud between your lips and flicking it with the tip of your tongue.

Each noise she made, every buck and twitch of her hips just spurred you on until you had her right on the knife's edge. Right where you wanted her. Vi was chanting now, desperate pleas pouring from her lips as you brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

The pressure quickly grew unbearable, until Vi was bucking frantically against your mouth, keening high in her throat. Her hands were fisted in your hair, holding you in place as she ground herself against your lips. You could feel her getting close, the flutter of her inner muscles against your tongue a telltale sign.

"That's it, baby. Come on my tongue." You murmured against her flesh, the words vibrating against her in a way that had her shuddering and clenching down hard. You looked up at her body to find Vi watching you with hooded eyes, cheeks flushed, and lower lip caught between her teeth.

She was utterly debauched, chest heaving and thighs quivering, a sheen of sweat making her skin glisten in the low light. You wanted to remember her just like this, sprawled out and satiated, pretty pussy still fluttering around your tongue. It was a sight you knew you'd call to mind over and over again, the taste and scent of her imprinted on your brain.

"Oh God, yes! I'm- I'm coming!" Vi cried, the words punctuated by a series of sharp whimpers that were almost sobs in their intensity. Her entire body went rigid, back bowing off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her. Her cunt spasmed around your tongue, gushing fluid that you greedily lapped up, chasing every last drop. You worked her through the aftershocks with patient strokes, licking, and suckling until she finally collapsed back onto the bed.

You made your way back up Vi's body with slow, languorous kisses, mapping every dip and curve of her like it was something precious to be treasured. By the time you reached her lips, she'd come down from the high of her release, eyes hooded and lazy when you fitted my mouth to hers. There was a lazy intimacy in the kiss, a wordless sharing of breath and taste as you let her have a moment to process what just happened. When you finally pulled away, Vi was looking up at you with sated, hazy affection. The sight made your chest ache in the best possible way. You traced the line of her cheekbone with a tender fingertip, loving the way her skin flushed under the touch.

"Such a good girl," You murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "You did so well for me, baby."

Vi made a little noise in the back of her throat, tilting her head into your touch like a contented kitten. The comparison was laughable really, considering the way she'd been writhing and thrashing beneath you only moments before. But you couldn't deny the appeal of Vi all rumpled and sated, putting her complete trust in your hands. It made something warm and possessive unfurl in your chest, the need to protect her, to cherish her, overwhelming in its intensity.

"Hey," You said softly, coaxing Vi to meet your gaze again. "You okay, sweetheart?" It was an inane question, considering the flush still riding high on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with steadying breaths. But it felt important to ask, to make sure Vi knew she could always tell you if something was wrong. That her comfort and consent were paramount, no matter how worked up you both got in the heat of the moment.

Vi hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating up from her chest where my palm rested. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, long lashes brushing the delicate skin below her brows as she just basked in your touch for a moment. When they opened again, Vi was smiling softly, cheeks dimpling around the edges like she had a secret.

"I'm more than okay," she murmured, the words slightly muffled from where her head had fallen back on the pillows. You couldn't help but chuckle at the breathless quality of her tone, the clear evidence of her satisfaction sending a bolt of pride straight up your spine. There was nothing you loved more than being the cause of Vi's pleasure, than watching her come undone beneath you and knowing you were the one who'd brought her there.

"That's good to hear."

[doumadono]

sorry if this sounds rude 😢 but you haven’t been posting a lot of stories lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point in staying if you’re not gonna do anything but reblog silly content all the time? i don't understand how so many ppl can follow you when you are not even trying to be grateful and you only write not what people request but what you find interesting (which is not, like vampier Shigaraki???? viking Dabi???? so silly stupid ideas imo 😒)? whoever finds your writing or you as a person nice is either blind or stupid. and even if you write something chaptered it takes you literally months to update which isn't fair to people?? but I guess you don't care at all. you must be a freaking entitled white woman to treat otherz the way you do.

(again sorry, didn't mean to sound rude) 😔

When I first read your message, I was completely speechless for a minute or two, anon.

Firstly, it seems there’s a misconception about what fanfiction writers, or any creative individuals for that matter, have to do. Let me clarify something important: creativity isn’t a tap that one can simply turn on and off at will. It’s a complex, often unpredictable process that cannot be rushed without compromising the integrity and quality of the work. Quality stories often require research, plotting, editing, and revising before they’re ready to share. My creative process isn’t a fast food joint, nonnie, and I'm not here to serve up reheated ideas just to fill the silence.

My blog belongs to no one but me. I post what I want, when I want. As for the content of my stories, I believe every writer has the right to explore subjects that excite them the most - even if that means delving into topics or settings others may find odd, like vampires or vikings. My goal is to write stories I’m passionate about and then offer them freely to anyone who might find them entertaining. Some people will, others won’t, and that’s absolutely okay.

Contrary to your belief, I don't exist solely to churn out stories at the speed you dictate. I write on my own time and for my own pleasure. The notion that I should be a content machine is, frankly, laughable. Writing takes time, creative energy, and often real-life circumstances can slow the process. I post when I’m ready, and if that doesn’t align with your desired schedule, you’re free to unfollow or seek out other writers who update more frequently. Suggesting I deactivate because I’m not constantly posting or because I reblog content I enjoy is dismissive at best. I'm not a streaming service like Netflix, darling🙄

Calling me an entitled white woman or implying I’m ungrateful crosses a line. You know nothing of my background or personal circumstances, and bringing race or entitlement into the conversation is neither accurate nor constructive. My ethnicity or personal identity, whatever it may be, does not diminish the value of my creative output, nor does it affect my commitment to my followers. I appreciate every person who visits my page - whether they come to enjoy what I reblog, to read stories I post or to offer critique.

It's also laughable that you think my followers are stupid. Just because their tastes don't align with yours doesn't make them any less intelligent. Diversity in fandoms exists because creativity resonates differently with everyone, something you seem incapable of recognizing.

In the end, I won’t apologize for taking the time I need to create or for following my own interests - that’s part of being a writer. I do, however, expect basic respect in return. If you can’t extend that courtesy, I hope you'll block me, step away from my blog, and never interact with any of my content again.

With all this in mind, it's precisely why I've stopped taking regular requests. Last year, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and the rudeness in many messages, pushing me to my limits. That's why I've decided to concentrate on my own projects and only accept commissioned work.

I'm taking a few days off to gather my thoughts and concentrate on my writing projects.

[emylilas]

Ladies of WOT - a potential community ?

Hello fellow WOT show enjoyers!

I am deliberately not tagging the show because I am aiming for a very specific demographic. Among those who watch WOT and are talking about it in different spaces (discord, twitter, here), I've noticed that people are having very different experiences watching the show, depending on what they want the focus to be on; to the point it might sometimes feel like we're in very different fandoms.

I realise the show is a book adaptation and I understand why people would expect more attention to be given to Rand, or Perin, or Mat, because those are the names who often come back, rather than some of the Aes Sedai who aren't as fleshed out in the book (I'm looking at you, my beloved Liandrin), but I have no interest in developing a sense of community with people who are watching the show for very different reasons than I.

I am absolutely not here for the men of the show, it's fine if you are, good for you but don't come at me. There are some men whose stories I enjoy following, but I'm here for the aes sedai, the forsakens (I can't wait to really meet Moghedien next season), the younger girls, the seanchans... and I would very much love to be able to share my love for the show and those characters, and to enjoy the show with people who share a similar enthusiasm.

Here's my issue, though, I find it hard to build a sense of community on Tumblr, interactions are limited by a very poor comment section, which is a shame.

I don't believe Twitter should be the main place for fandoms, because there's no room for in-depth conversations and everything has to be done quickly, It's more about posting and liking than engaging together.

I enjoy Dreamwidth and it would be, I think, a lovely place to build a community (besides, there is some WOT content over there) but I know it's not the most popular place, and it works more as a forum, which might lack the spontaneity of conversations.

Then there's Discord, and I am conflicted about Discord, on the one hand, it's convenient to chat and it can be well organised, on the other hand... I have wandered on quite a few fandom servers and they weren't for me, except for one. They're usually too crowded and I found that, in some places, the conversations are overwhelming in quantity but there aren't any real discussions.

As for that ONE server that worked for me, that one is quite special. You see, it's a small fandom of a show with a lot of wasted potential, but it's also the best fandom I've had the pleasure to join. People really interact, most of us know each other at least vaguely, we have a general idea of what are people's likes and dislikes, even when they aren't people we've chatted a lot with, and the mods always come up with fabulous events to keep the community living and it does keep on living, even after the show got cancelled in 2022. This discord doesn't have that many people in it, we talk a lot about the show, we also talk about specific characters, talk about ships in their dedicated channels, chat about our progress in our fic/gif/edits and support each other... people are interacting and we're all loving it. And those same people participate in fandom events because what unites us, even if we don't love the same characters or ships, is our love for that same show.

This is this sense of community built on the common love for a show and its potential that I would like to find for WOT, and more specifically in this case, about the women of WOT (but of course, talks about the show as a whole are always welcome and encouraged, it's just that watching with a preference for the female characters really change the conversations ones might have...) Especially with the new season coming in March, with all those new intriguing women that joined the cast, it would be lovely to have our little corner somewhere to chat together, as a small part of a bigger fandom, rather than individuals floating in the big WOT show tag and struggling to connect.

(And maybe those places already exist and I just haven't found them yet and I'm the only one struggling to connect. In this case, if you know places, please fill me in, I am dying to connect with fellow ladies of WOT lovers.)

So I guess that's it. I would love for us to get a chance to better connect, as show lovers (book readers are welcome, but please, be really mindful of spoilers, I am sick of being spoiled things even though I muted tags because people believe using emojis to talk is good enough to prevent spoilers, like we don't have functioning brains enough to put 2 and 2 together...).

To sum up my wish list: I wish we, those of us with similar interests (I don't care which women you enjoy in WOT, I love them all and they're all interesting, even if I have my own preferences I will gladly chat about any of them with you), could create a little corner in this big fandom so we can start acting as a community rather than separated individuals scrolling through tags. But a community who takes its time, to have nice little chats about the show and its women, to discuss our ideas and hypothesis, to share our thoughts and headcanons about our favourite ships (and yes, please, let it be plural and not just one ship) and characters, to support each other's in our writing, drawing, giffing, editing... all that, free of the drama that too often seem to happen in fandoms. A little place where we could always find someone who's up to chat a little about the show, and its women.

(Little place, because I really think once you're over 100 persons in a discord server (and probably less) it becomes nearly impossible to really get this feeling of a community).

So I'd love to know your interest in building such a place, and where you think it would be the most convenient for you!

[sailorvenusxoxo]

The Fuck of a Lifetime (Tony Baddingham x FTM Reader)

Fandom: Rivals Pairing: Tony Baddingham x FTM Trans reader Summary: You're Tony's lover, and after a recent bottom surgery, you two finally reunite and share this new moment for you, in one of the way you both secretly craved. Warnings: smut, ftm reader, trans reader, slight mention of previous dysmorphia, clinical talk, fellatio, anulingus,slight domination, fingering, dom reader, bed sex, crying during sex. Word count: 4.1k requested by: @chrissydablsissy a/n: Wow. What a huge thing for me! First time I ever wrote something related to transidentity, so I really hoped I did you guys honour. I had it checked by one trans masc friend of mine, another non-binary masc, which they approved of! If you have any feedbacks, don't hesitate. I hope this will offend no one, I love you all, and I hope you will like it ♡

You looked at yourself in the mirror, utterly… proud. Satisfied. Well, not just that. Also… Deliriously happy.

Fuck, you could feel the tears, as you looked at your recovering body. Slightly scarred, but still beautiful and proudly standing.

God… Your body. It was your body. And it was all like you wanted. The shape, the size, the looks… You felt… At home. Once a stranger in your own body, you now felt finally at peace.

Yes, perhaps that was the feeling. Peace? Maybe less body dysmorphia... Less visible traces of the other gender you were born in. No, none of that frightened other person you were, finding themselves, trying to accept their previous body.

You were finally you. And while you’d never forget your struggling self, for they fought so hard for this current body, you knew you had moved on.

Surely to others, admiring your own naked body in the mirror, in tears, could be seen as narcissistic. But who gave a shit? It was the 80s, everyone’s narcissistic. And fucking hell, do you deserve this self-love. You had made it. Career wise, and… self-wise.

You wiped a tear, as you playfully flexed your arm, to imitate those male models you often saw. You chuckled, looking around every inch of your body. Your pecs, your stomach, your arse, your cock.

It was still a bit daunting to look at it. It was new, it was there, and in your own humble opinion, it looked glorious. Suddenly, a knock.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you ready for your check up with the Doctor?”

The nurse’s voice asked, from outside the room. You blinked, snapped back to reality, but to a much pleasant, and happy one.

“Yeah, sure. I’m coming!”

You replied, smiling, before getting dressed again. You felt the immense pleasure (though slight physical pain and discomfort) to finally tuck some flesh in your trousers, and you headed to the Doctor’s office, which wasn’t the one you had consulted or had followed you this year, through your three surgeries for a phalloplasty, you noticed. Indeed, you had spent ten months with one doctor following you, through your three operations constituting your phalloplasty, the last one being the implantation of a malleable penis implant.

You entered the office, the doctor explaining your regular one was doing another surgery, so he was replacing. It was the usual warnings and advice for recovery. Six weeks of limited work and before any sexual activity, painkillers just in case, cream to apply in case of infections…

“And… That’s pretty much it. Do not hesitate to contact us again if needed, or any doubts, Mr. Baddingham.”

The Doctor stated, his voice firm and rather cold, but not unkind.

You blinked, confused.

“Um…I’m not-? I’m not Mr. Baddingham.”

You stated, a bit confused. Why the hell did he think-?

The doctor frowned, taken aback.

“But… Your paying bill says Tony Baddingham? Perhaps I misread the file, then?”

You cringed slightly and shrugged.

“No, you did not. It’s…It was a present, this phalloplasty. So, I was not paying for it.”

You mumbled, a bit reluctant to admit. The doctor nodded, apologising.

Indeed, while you were thrilled with this operation, and grateful, a part of you was a bit disappointed you hadn’t paid it yourself. It would have been… more meaningful. More poetic, almost. But you had to keep it real. When Tony had nonchalantly offered to pay for it, after you had mentioned it again following a heated night, you knew it would have been dumb to refuse. With your current pay and savings, you would have to have waited ten more other years, for this surgery.

Leaving this thought aside, you exited the clinic, taking a taxi back to your place. Back there, you were surprised to see a letter has been sent to you.

A little postcard, with simple words.

“Get well soon, keep me updated on your state. -T”

Rather cold and plain, but you did not expect much from him. It was already a rather grand gesture, to pay for your operation, despite the fact Tony was always one to throw money at his problems. And his latest problem, for him to throw money at, had been your lack of libido, due to your discomfort in your body.

You sighed soflty, still deciding to keep the bright side of it. At least… It was done. And it was there forever.

As you put your stuff back in the shelves, you decided to ring him. To your surprise, he replied on the third ring. Not bad, for him.

“Tony Baddingham, I’m listening?”

He smoothly said into the phone, like with any potential buyers or customers.

“Hey. It’s me, I’m back from the clinic.”

You replied into the phone, your finger tapping against your thigh. Tony stopped for a bit, and it seemed like he was getting up, perhaps to close his office’s door.

“Hmpf. Back already? Suppose it went well, then.”

He observed, as you nodded, though he could not see it.

“Yeah, yeah. Really well, I’m glad. I’m… Very pleased with the result.”

You smirked, a hint of a cocky smile on your lips, looking at yourself in the mirror. You were almost tempted to spend all your rest days naked at home.

Then, you quickly added.

“Y’know… I wanted to thank you. Properly. You paid for something that changed my life, and-”

He interrupted you.

“Hm, sure, no troubles. How long until we can have sex again?”

He firmly asked, stopping your previous sentence. You pinched your lips, annoyed. It was so typical of him, to shut down and move on whenever vulnerability or actual feelings and emotions came on.

“Six weeks.”

You simply replied, as you heard him groan.

“Six weeks? Blimey, that’s like when Mon’ had our kids… That’s long.”

He grumbled, as you rolled your eyes, not really pleased with the comparison, and the mention of his wife.

“Yeah, well. Firm order, it’s too sensitive and new. And I won’t budge, I want to take good care of it.”

You firmly said, adamant. You were certainly not going to butcher your new body.

“Right, right…”

Tony mumbled, before clearing his throat.

“Well, I gotta go, back to work. I…”

You could hear him think, almost hesitating on his next words.

“I…I hope you’re alright. Take care. I’m…Looking forward, to seeing you again.”

He murmured, in a softer voice. You felt your heart skipping a beat, as you pinched your lips again, this time in fluster.

“…Yeah, I will. I’ll ring you soon. I miss you.”

You mumbled in a reply, a faint blush on your cheeks, as he replied.

“Miss you too. Bye.”

Before hanging up.

As cold and as annoying as he was, you knew that underneath this shell was an insecure man. An insecure man, that sometimes did terrible things. But, god helped you, you craved him. You craved to see him again. And currently, you craved to fuck him. Have him whimpering, begging for mercy under you, as you’d thrust into him, feeling him all around you…

You winced slightly in pain. Christ, you had forgotten arousal would also trigger some pain, at first. But you felt it! The blood rushing to your penis, swelling it, hardening it.

Those six weeks couldn’t come fast enough.

_______________________________________________

Six weeks later

You grumbled, at the coffee Deidre handed you.

“…Damn it, Deidre… You know I can’t stand milk in my-!”

She glared back at you, the older woman clearly not inclined to make you another coffee. Your lips scrunched, and you sighed in annoyance, reluctantly drinking the soupy mixture. You were far too afraid of Deidre to insist on her making you another one, though you technically could.

Indeed, somehow, as soon as you came back from your rest days, five weeks earlier, you had been promoted, to slightly upper responsibility job. You were quite surprised, since it was a bit odd to be promoted after two weeks away, but you excitedly accepted it, not caring for the metaphoric shadow of Tony suspiciously planning something.

After you finished the atrocity that was black coffee with milk and sugar, you saw Daisy, a secretary, hanging by your desk. You smiled at her.

“Hey, Dais’. What’s up?”

You asked, putting your TARDIS mug down.

Daisy simply tilted her head, smiling.

“Just the big boss, wanting to see you. Apparently, it’s scheduled every week, with your new job.”

You raised your eyebrows, a bit surprised, but nodded.

“Oh? Well, sure. I’ll go to his office, then.”

You shrugged, as Daisy shook her head.

“Yeah, he’s actually in The Falconry…”

She cringed softly, knowing you had to drive there, in the Cotswolds. You grumbled again, grabbing your coat.

“Why on earth isn’t he in his office, the lazy bastard…?”

You scoffed to yourself, marching down the corridors, to exit the Corinium Building. You got to your car, turning the key, putting your sunglasses on, and unbuttoning slightly your shirt, because of the heat. The radio turned itself on, Freddie Mercury’s voice ringing through the radio, raging about a bicycle. You could swear this clanky Bentley you had found in a garage shop for a ridiculously low price was sometimes possessed. It perpetually skipped every cassette you put in, until it was some Queen.

As you reached the green Cotswolds, you looked around the environment. You really fancied this estate. It was all green, large, with many trees, and many wildlife that your lover unfortunately shot during his bloody hunts with his board members. Either way, you knew you’d really love a little place here, if you could.

Finally, you reached the Falconry, which was the Baddingham’s manor. Parking there, you closed the door, climbing up the front stairs that you mostly knew from the numerous garden parties Monica threw for Tony. You knocked on the door, your throat clearing as you absently fanned yourself with a file signalling your latest department’s reports. You supposed you needed it, after all.

To your surprise, the door was not opened by the usual maid, but Tony himself. Tony, wearing his usual Versace lounge blouse, that you so often mocked him for, to accentuate his poshness. But before you could jest about him opening, or about his blouse, he roughly grabbed you by your sweat damped shirt, pulling you in for a harsh, strong kiss, his lips devouring yours.

You froze slightly, tensing in surprise, before you moved your lips slightly against him, putting your free hand on the back of his tilted head, to kiss him deeper.

“Hmm…”

He groaned softly, his tongue probing at your lips, trying to gain its way in. He always had this little habit of his, which was to make a grunting sound while he kissed you or did you. Little habit, that transpired in the rare aftercare moments you two had, when the grunting would turn into little humming sounds, as he softly kissed you. A rare sighting, in your encounters with Tony Baddingham, but a greatly appreciated one.

You pulled away, softly shaking your head, chuckling.

“Missed me that much? We saw each other two days ago-!”

You started as he grumbled, leading you inside.

“It’s been precisely seven weeks. Bedroom. Now.”

He almost growled, his accent turning sharper and accentuating every syllable, as you followed him to his bedroom, eyes widening. It was the first time you two met in his private bedroom, in his own bed. Then again, today would be lots of firsts.

“So… This isn’t a work meeting at all?”

You snickered, following him inside the stuffy bedroom, cringing slightly at the decoration.

Tony scoffed, shaking his head, already unbuttoning his blouse, gesturing you with his chin to get on the bed.

“As if. I pretty much gave you this promotion, knowing I’d get a weekly long meeting with you…”

He snickered, proud of himself, as you rolled your eyes, also unbuttoning your blouse. Pulled by him or not, you knew you were perfect in that promotion, and that even work wise, you deserved it. But you’d act scandalised another day. Currently, the sight of him taking his blouse off was rewiring your mind on more erotic fields, and you discreetly dug your hand in your trousers, starting to bend your penis in the erect position, holding it still, for the erection to start. As you felt yourself successfully getting hard, your hand slowly pumped your length, an excited grin on your face, as Tony fumbled with his fancy blouse.

You chuckled.

“Having some troubles...?”

You teased him, as he scoffed, getting it off, throwing the silk in a corner of the stuffed room, landing on an empty dog basket.

“I’ll give you some trouble…”

He retorted, his hands moving to his trousers, taking them off. As his hands worked with the button and zipper, he smirked, slurring:

“I bet you missed it, didn’t you?”

He almost purred, his voice as smooth as honey, like he usually did when trying to seduce you. You smiled, amused, before shrugging.

“Sure, I did. But… Shouldn’t we test my brand-new anatomy?”

You smirked, spreading a leg, eager to finally do it. Months, you had spent fantasising on it, for it was slowly becoming concrete. And now, there it was! You could fuck him. It had become such a huge fantasy of yours, to see him crumbling under you, to feel him around your length…

Though to be fair, by doing it, it will become extremely hard to not quip ‘already did!’, when someone at work would say ‘Fuck Tony Baddingham’.

Tony stopped himself, blinking, looking away for a bit. Then, he nervously chuckled, shaking his head.

“…Sure. As if they moulded it as big as m-mine…”

He snickered, taking a cocky and arrogant stance, as you raised an eyebrow.

“Size doesn’t’ matter, Tone. If it did, I’d already have gone to Rupert.”

You smirked, to rile him up. It worked, for he glared at you.

“Well, aren’t you so fucking funny?”

He snarled, as you rolled your eyes, amused. Why didn’t he want to try it out?

“Why the hell not, though?”

You asked him, an eyebrow raised.

“It isn’t some limp flesh, and you know it. I have an implant, it can get hard…Sure no semen comes out, but… a clear liquid can, almost like precum. It’s from some glands, that were preserved from my old reproductive system, and that I didn’t get rid of.”

You explained, your face turning a bit still. You were so eager for it, why wasn’t he? Tony pinched his lips, looking away.

“Which is fine and dandy. But I do the fucking, don’t I?”

He mumbled, almost pouty. Almost as if… He could not allow himself to be taken just yet. You grumbled softly, looking at him.

Tony was a man of words. A man who succeeded in life, and business, by shit tons of privileges, but also words. He talked his way to many things. And so will you.

“…Come over here.”

You murmured to him, sat on the bed, as he was still standing up. He reluctantly came closer to you, his eyes finding yours.

“I think you don’t get it, do you?”

You murmured, as he frowned.

“You don’t get it, how much you turn me on. How much I think of you, under me, begging for me to fuck you harder. You don’t get how aroused I am, at the thought of you bouncing on my cock, sucking in it, or begging for more fingers in your tight, posh hole. You don’t get how you are to me, when you unravel.”

You continued, as his eyes widened, his jaw clenching, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, visibly getting turned on.

“You’re a bloody vision. Goddamnit, Tony. I want to fuck you, so fucking hard. Make you mine. Have you all… yourself. I want to fuck Tony, not Lord Baddingham.”

You mumbled, looking at him, your hand slowly gliding to his belt, as you took his reaction in. He was staring at you, the engines of his brain working.

“…Fuck it.”

He suddenly spat out, getting on his knees, eagerly tugging your trousers down. You groaned, also pulling them down, taking off your boxers at the same time. Your erection sprung out, and Tony moaned.

“Fuck you were right…”

He murmured, his eyes staring at it, like in a trance.

“It’s bloody glorious.”

He whispered, his voice almost shaking, as you softly gripped his hair.

“And it’s all yours. Put your mouth on it. I know you’ve been dreaming on it too…”

You murmured, your voice low and husky in desire. Tony swallowed one last time, before nodding taking a tentative lick at the base, directly at the tip, where the liquid from your previous glands were leaking, almost like precum.

“Gosh… You taste the same…”

He murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. You knew he loved your taste. So did you, to be fair. It was always a delight to taste yourself on his mouth.

“Wrap your lips around it. I’m sure you know how to give proper head, or do I have to teach you?”

You smirked, softly gripping his hair. He grumbled wrapping his lips around your base, before he moaned softly at the sensation, sending vibrations through your length. You tensed, feeling the intense pleasure, both physical, but also emotional. It felt so perfect to be able to do this, in the right, with the right body for you. You could almost felt tears prickling in again.

At first, Tony was slow with his mouth. He was bobbing his head softly, exploring the flesh and the new sensation with his tongue and lips, as you slowly guided him with your hand. But soon enough, his bobbing turned faster and more hurried, as you felt saliva dripping from his mouth to all around your length, dripping down to your pubic hair. You grunted, gripping his hair harder, as he clumsily tried to take it all.

“Ease up, baby. You can do this, do it slowly, at your rhythm…”

You murmured, your voice hushed by the pleasure. But Tony kept on going, his mind set.

“N-No… Want to take it all… Can take it all…”

He grumbled, eager to prove himself, as he choked again on your length, trying. You sighed softly, guiding his mouth slower.

“Fucking hell, you’re so perfect, Tone… Just keep sucking, you’re being perfect…”

You murmured, as Tony felt his skin shiver at the praise. Like always, he loved it. But while exposing his more vulnerable self, praising felt like a soothing balm to his opened wounds. His hand moved to your sack, cupping it, slowly massaging it, as you smiled at the intention. It felt nice, and added to the stimulation, it was divine.

“God, just like that…”

You grunted, as Tony kept on busying his mouth with his length, now eagerly sucking it, despite the still presence of his clumsiness, due to his lack of experience in doing it.

Finally, you decided to pull him away, as he grunted, at the loss of contact. You chuckled, shaking your head, making him lay in the bed with you.

“You…are getting the fuck of a lifetime.”

You smirked, echoing the numerous times he said it to you. He tensed in pleasure and anticipation, his lips stretching in a grin.

You started to pepper kisses down his body, covering neck with eager kisses, then his chest, stopping at his nipples, to play with them. You used the flick of your tongue to eagerly suckle at it, as his throat escaped grunts of pleasure. Your lips continued its path to his stomach, kissing his happy trail of hair, before you got to his crotch. You snickered, pulling his pants down, purposely skipping his groin. He groaned, squirming.

“Seriously? I gave you head, and-”

He started, as you interrupted him.

“Shut the fuck up… This will feel better than head.”

You snickered, before freeing his arse from his pants. You settled yourself cozily between his legs, as he started to figure out your intents.

“I-I… I haven’t shaved or anything… And I only took a shower this morning, and-”

He trailed, almost embarrassed, his vulnerability seeping through, as you decided to shut his insecurities up, by showing him how acceptant you were. ­Really acceptant.

You lapped up a stripe at his most intimate area, your tongue finding its way between his crack, to further entice him. He tensed, gasping, as you immediately went back there, this time with a goal. His hole. You licked at his most sensitive spot, like a starved man. You lubricated it, but most importantly, devoured him. You wanted him to feel desired, and you wanted to feel his hole clench around your tongue. You wanted to hear his gasps, moans, whimpers of embarrassment and pleasure. And god, did they feel amazing.

“O-Oh! Oh, fuck, you-! You crazy fucker, you can’t just- god, yes!”

He cried out, as you slurped, licked, moaned, slid your tongue around. After a few torturous minutes of you devouring his arse, you pulled away, slowly sliding a finger on his crack.

“I’ll go… easy and gentle. You tell me when it’s too much, or if it hurts, okay?”

You murmured to him, your eyes clouded by lust, as he nodded, his body almost shaking.

First, the tip of your middle finger. Just the first knuckle, slowly sliding in, as he gasped and clenched around you, his hole almost swallowing you up, eager for more. You went on to slide it in fully, as he let out a curse, gripping the sheet.

You smirked, slowly thrusting your finger, moving it around gently, to have him get used to the sensation. Clearly, he was loving it, the sneaky bastard, with the scrunch of his face, and his filthy moans. After a bit, you sneaked in the second finger, as slowly as you could, as his moans turned into actual groans.

“Fuck! Fuck yes, yes…. Like that, like-”

He gasped his back arching, as you caressed his thigh, your fingers still moving. If Tony had always seemed reserved, his body wasn’t. It was hungry, starving.

After the third finger passed, minutes later, you knew you could finally do it. Truth to be told, if you didn’t, you feared he’d just fire you. He was… eager.

“For fuck’s sake, just fuck me! Fuck me, damn it, just stick your big cock inside of me!”

Tony snapped, sitting up, his hair messy, his composure long lost. Needless, to say, you pounced on him like an animal, yourself also way too riled up.

You still managed to gently line your length to his entrance, lubing it up with as much spit as you could, and some lube that stood on the bedside table (you didn’t’ want to delve more on its presence), before finally entering him. Your eyes met as it happened, and you both gasped, utterly stunned by the pleasurable sensation.

You felt tears prickling, yet again. God, it was too good. Fucking him, you were fucking him! Your hips moved, as your tears of joy and pleasure streamed down your cheeks, and your hands rested on his chest.

“Fuck yeah, Tone… That’s right, take it…”

You choked out, your words slurred by lust and pleasure, as Tony was taking deep breaths, his back arching, himself also losing control.

“J-Just… God, yes. Fuck me, fuck me darling…”

He gasped, his hand holding to the back of your neck, bringing you closer for a heated kiss, your tongues delving in each other’s mouths. Perhaps it was an impression, or simply your own tears, but you felt as if he was crying as well.

Crying of pleasure, sobbing of utter pleasure. Surrendering himself to the one person who didn’t care about the Lord Baddingham, but simply himself, you.

“G-God, I love you so much…”

He choked out, his voice and his mind overtaken by his feelings. At his words, your eyes widened, and your pace accelerated, your mouth finding his again in heated kisses.

“I love you too… I love you too, Tone…”

You murmured, kissing his lips, holding him tight, like his body and his mind was silently begging you to do, the bed creaking and banging against the wall.

You kept on going, until you felt him clench tightly around you, and saw some cum landing on your joined stomachs, now softly sticking due to the semen. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, another type of orgasm, that was both physical and mental, and you collapsed next to Tony, still holding him.

Your first time like this. Your first time with him, like this, in your body. You kept on softly sobbing in joy, the sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining on your tears, as you laughed.

“God… It was amazing…”

Tony said, wrapping an arm around you, gruffly kissing your head, smiling, as you nodded, ready for one of another rare session of aftercare, and noisy kisses.

“Yeah… The fuck of a lifetime.”

You concluded, grinning.

[fruity-blogs]

#ThankYouSukenoYoshiaki ❤

A video made for Sukeno Yoshiaki sensei compiling messages from fans all around the world! Congratulations to Sukeno Sensei for the completion of Twin Star Exorcists! 🎉🎉

[oddly-casual]

Born for girlhood. Forced to be stupid guy.

[crustaceousfaggot]

Hello rqg fandom I want to let you all know that I love you terribly and you'll always be my people

[fitpacs]

,

[drivendownward]

the idea that the gavinners fanbase is straight garbage is really funny because it makes me think like what if they charted Atroquinine, My Love after the kristoph bullshit came out,,,what if someone tries shooting the same caliber gun that daryan used to prove machi as actually guilty and not daryan and then break their bones,,,what if they started committing small crimes cause the law don’t mean shit to them anymore after the gavinners broke up,,,they’d probably crowd crime scenes,,,they’d a billion percent defend the copaganda,,,soo stupid bet there’d be a side controversy about whether the gavinners merch is sexual because of the glittery cop theming looking like fetish gear when like noo omg😭

[lunar-years]

it's unfortunate that twitter is the most convenient place to find TL news and latest pictures because wow the fandom over there is really a cesspool. I so need them to learn it's not actually funny to make fun of the cast for losing and then TAG the creators in said petty comments all over SHIPS. if you hate the show so deeply to be cheering in joy over its award show demise and echoing the commentary of the people who have always thought ted lasso was trash, just because you think it's appropriate ~revenge~ for a bad season like uhhh. maybe it's time to take a step back and leave the fandom because you clearly aren't enjoying yourself. and then the audacity to get on there every day demanding a season 4?? like what about the way they tweet at them do they think is enticing these creators to want to make more?

[asocial-skye]

nothing is funnier to me than anti-anakin fans who posit him as this great, inhumane thing that derives pleasure in murder and drinking the blood of the dead children he cut up. vader's evil is like the blandest shit in existence, and he's a lot more scarier in that view.

[number1villainstan]

soooo the june monthly short piece is now officially two months late, which is kind of a record. on the plus side it's shaping up to be real long. oh yea and now i have drugs so that might help

[pearlcigs]

⋆ virgin!gf

ghost with a virgin!gf who taunts you with your virginity any chance he gets

ghost with a virgin!gf who only lets you cuddle with him when your panties are off but the second you rub against him for any kind of friction he's done

ghost with a virgin!gf who loves watching you try to get yourself off but you can't seem to get the hang of it

ghost with a virgin!gf who sits you on his thigh while he works and let's you 'discreetly' hump his thigh

ghost with a virgin!gf who jerks his leg to break your rhythm when he thinks you're getting too close

ghost with a virgin!gf who will lay you on the bed and strip you of all your clothes, blowing on your cunt to watch it flutter with need

ghost with a virgin!gf who lets you jerk his big cock off when you get him too worked up (especially right before a meeting)

könig with a virgin!gf who finds joy in feeling you squirm in bed next to him at night from how pent up he makes you

könig with a virgin!gf who will let you cup your hands around the bulge in his pants for no reason other to compare how little your hands are compared to his dick

könig with a virgin!gf who encourages you to wear revealing outfits and you do in hopes that he'll break and finally fuck you (he never does)

könig with a virgin!gf who really wants to take your virginity and him not being able to have sex with you is really hard for him but the teasing and edging pleasure he gets from making you wait is worth it

könig with a virgin!gf who will deadass just tell people you’re a virgin to embarrass you

könig with a virgin!gf who gets your hopes up by saying that he'll finally fuck you but the catch is he'll only fuck you anally

könig with a virgin!gf who loves watching you give him puppy dog eyes as you beg him for any kind of contact

first part (same person, just different blogs.)

@neoarchipelago @i-like-knives-n-stuff @angethehimbosimp @cvmcollecter @multy-fandom-lover @multistan-247 @lilwingedwolfy @thisuserisaninfpgirl @fatisll05