#adrenaline rush? endorphines? both?

[whateverloomis]

"Only if you come over" || Modern Scream (1996) one-shot

Billy Loomis x GN AFAB reader 🔞

A/N: I was wondering what Billy and/or Stu would be like in modern times, and how'd they interact over text and such, so I wrote some sexting/phone sex fun with Billy ;)

Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, description of nude pictures and videos, mentions of choking, a lot of dirty talk, Billy's a fuckboy (lol,) use of sex toy (vibrator,) reader has predetermined interests, no pronouns used flr reader, AFAB reader, unedited

Word count: 1.2k

*New text message*

Billy: Hey

You rolled your eyes when you opened the message and saw it was Billy Loomis once again.

You guys had been on and off playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. You needed to stop, but the attention and adrenaline rush was addicting. You allowed selfishness to take over you.

You weren't close to his friend group, the ones you talked to the most were Randy and Stu since they were the loudest. Plus, you were sure Stu wanted in the little game you and Billy had with each other, despite both of them being taken.

Other than casual interactions, you were just another nice classmate that was nice to talk to. Nothing else.

Except for Billy.

You were his distraction. Entertainment. He was tired of trying to fuck Sidney to be able to kill her once and for all.

He needed some release, and you provided that for him.

For you? It was basically the same, but it was an addiction that came from trying to keep your mind off your murdered friends. Casey and Steve. Instead of using drugs or drowning yourself in alcohol, you used the thrill of sex and seducing unavailable people just for that addictive rush of endorphins.

It had been about three weeks since you and Billy had any sexual contact and he was starting to crave you. He tried to get your attention by liking your posts and stories on the socials because there was no way in hell he was going to demonstrate that he needed you, but he grew tired of waiting.

You: Hey ☺️

Billy: How've you been? It's been a while...

You: Yes, it has. I've been good, hbu?

Billy: I've been missing you

There he went, with his straightforward pick up lines. You hated it and loved it all the same. You knew he was a player, but gosh did it feel good to be bad once in a while.

You: Is that so?

Billy: Yes, I can't stop thinking about your taste, how good that pussy feels around my cock...

Ugh, and you missed him too. The way he filled you up and pounded into you. You didn't want to play hard to get at, it was so fun to mess around with him and rile him up.

You: I don't believe you, Loomis. I might need some evidence.

Billy: Only if I get something in return ☺️

Such an asshole.

You: You know I play nice when I get what I want 😌

Billy: *New image*

You opened the picture and Billy was sitting on a desk chair in front of a mirror. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and you could see the outline of his hard cock. His veiny hand rested over his thigh and you couldn't help but imagine it wrapped around your neck.

Billy: How's that for evidence baby?

You: *New image*

You took a selfie of yourself sitting on the edge of the bed so your thighs looked extra thick. You had a black lace thong on with a white crop top that sat right under your nipples. It exposed your underboob perfectly and the tiniest bit of your hard buds.

Billy: Fuck, you're driving me crazy...

Billy: *New video*

He was in the same position as the picture only this time he was running his hand up and down his clothed length. You could see his cock twitching from how sensitive it was and Billy threw his head back, exposing his neck.

You felt yourself grow wet at the visual and the slight impatientness of wanting him with you was starting to grow.

You: *New video*

You ran your hand over your tits and lifted your shirt up teasingly, squeezing and pinching your nipples while releasing little moans. You knew that drove him crazy and he wouldn't be able to resist.

*Incoming call from Billy*

"Hey" you answered, your voice was soft and teasy.

"Let me hear your cute little moans baby" Billy said, his voice lower than usual.

You slid your hand between your legs and began teasing yourself, rubbing your clit in circles softly. "Mmhh... Tell me what you'd do to me right now" You replied, moaning just how he likes it.

Billy was already fucking himself agonizingly slow with his hand, panting softly. "I'd bury my face between those perfect thighs of yours and taste you while finger fucking you. Just how you like it." He replied and you whined at his description. You could feel his touch just by imagining him there doing exactly what he described.

You reached for your nightstand and grabbed your small wand vibrator from the drawer. Billy's breathing got heavier in your ear and you wished you could feel his hot breath against you.

"Mm, what if I rode your face instead? Grind against your mouth slowly..." You said and Billy chuckled, you could hear him smirking and bit your lip in response. "You know me so well." He responded and moaned at the end of his sentence.

You turned the vibrator on and ran it over your clothed center to further tease yourself and breathed heavier as the seconds went by.

Billy thrust into his hand imagining that he was pounding into you from underneath. Your favorite position. You could hear him cursing and the obscene sounds of his hand stroking his cock.

You could imagine him sitting in his room by himself in front of that mirror, fucking himself to the thought of your cunt wrapped around him.

Better yet, you envisioned yourself sitting on his cock and riding him slowly. his hands on your hips, holding you tightly as he meets your hips half way, burying his cock deep inside you.

You wanted to pull his hair and hear him groan against your skin while you bounced on him and gave him the perfect view of your tits.

Gosh you needed him to grab your neck and choke you until you felt faint and whimpered in the pleasure that asphyxiation elicits in your body.

By that point you had thrown your underwear somewhere across the room and held your vibrator against your clit.

"Fuck... Billy please, I need you so bad..." You moaned while reaching your throbbing hole with your free hand and teasing yourself with your fingers.

"Fuck yourself for me. Let me hear you baby." Billy moaned and you slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You... Feel so good inside me." You whimpered and Billy groaned. He loved hearing you beg for him when he wasn't even there with you.

He was approaching his orgasm quickly. The sound of your moans were just enough to make him explode, but fuck did he want to feel you too.

"Mmm, I'm so close to cumming inside you" Billy whispered and you whined at his words. You needed to feel him release inside you so bad.

"Fuck, Billy... I'm gonna cuuum" you whined pathetically and he chuckled despite him being just as close as you.

Your legs shook as you came around your fingers with your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You moaned into the phone pornographically and that alone made Billy cum all over his hand.

You both breathed heavily for a brief moment before Billy spoke; "I wish you were here to clean the mess you made on me."

You scoffed playfully and replied; "You're such an asshole. I'm gonna shower, I'll text you in a bit."

"Round two?" Billy said teasingly followed by a breathy laugh.

"Only if you come over."

[schrodingers-romy]

You Don’t Gotta Hold Me Down, Baby (I Know How to Sink) [Shidou Ryusei x Reader]

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1800 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Ryusei is used to feeling empty at the end of the day; at least, until he has you.

Warnings: crying, some light depression i think from shidou, kisses, reader and ryusei are both lonely and weird idk what to tell you, no gendered pronouns/terms used for reader, gratuitous petnames, some innuendo but nothing sexual/heated happens

Notes: I read in the character book line where he 'cries at the end of the day when he becomes nothing' and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I sincerely hope it's in character but idk. I love him anyways tho and I had fun writing this <3 Title is a lyric from RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK by Lilyisthatyou.

At the end of the day, Shidou Ryusei becomes nothing.

During the day, lit by the radiance of the sun, he was something. He was in control of his own destiny, a daredevil chasing the high of the next explosion. Whether that explosion came from kicking a soccer ball or kicking some slime’s face in was irrelevant; it was the rush of endorphins it gave him that was important. He was in peak form, the predator at the top of the food chain, devouring the opportunities the world had gifted him, glutting himself on whatever adrenaline high presented itself. But it never lasted; the explosive energy he had faded to nothing at the end of the day, pleasure slipping through his fingers like smoke in the wind, escaping him with the escaping daylight. After sunset, he was left empty, void of any sort of vitality; like a combustion engine with no fuel to light, he was left stiff, and cold, and useless. Forgotten.

He didn't even bother trying to stay up much past sunset, most days. Even with the sun’s lingering warmth rising from the earth during the night, it was always too cold for him, without the light shining on him. He was a photosynthetic organism, relying on sunlight to create his own sustenance in the form of his explosions.

Ryusei liked to think that the faster he went to sleep, the faster he would see the sun again.

It even worked, sometimes.

But sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he lay there for hours, too tired to do anything, and too tired to sleep. It was a bone-deep exhaustion, one that made his joints ache dully, and his eyes stay stuck open, as tears dripped freely down from them onto the thin and faded material of his pillowcase. Those nights, he desperately waited for the sun to return, so he could come back to life. So he could go back to seeking some way to make himself feel. And maybe he would be lucky enough to somehow make his mark on the world, so he would no longer fade from it every night like a mirage.

But he hadn’t made a mark on the world yet. He had yet to make something of himself.

So, at night, Shidou Ryusei would cry as he became nothing.

-

You were both a particular brand of lonely.

Something in the both of you had noticed each other; like calling to like. You were too close for people who had known each other for such a short period of time; it would be concerning, if either of you cared. But you didn’t, so you spent your days attached at the hip. Gorging yourselves on the attention of the other, desperate creatures starved for the acknowledgement and understanding that you had only ever found in each other.

It wasn’t an understanding borne of explicit conversation; the two of you had discussed almost everything under the sun and moon, but you both excelled at skirting the razor’s edge of baring your issues fully. Whether it was because neither of you understood your own mind yourself, or because some sort of animal instinct in you just understood each other without having to spill the gore of your worst feelings, it was unclear. It didn’t really matter, anyways. You were two sides of the same corroded coin, two pieces of a defective puzzle that could only ever fit together.

-

It was past midnight, and you were exhausted. The noise from the television was nothing more than the canned background hum to Ryusei's presence. The true focus of the scene was his flickering gaze and the hot press of his thighs against yours. You were sitting so close you could nearly count every single one of his numerous blond lashes. The shadows they cast on his cheeks were hypnotizing to you, and you found yourself leaning into him, with a combination of your own sleepiness and the dizzy, floaty sensation you always felt when you were this close to him casting you off balance. You could not help yourself from leaning further in, until you were falling into him. Your cheek landed pressed onto the warmth of his exposed collarbone, where his oversized shirt collar had slipped down to reveal tanned skin. You let out a heavy sigh, nuzzling into him, as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you ever closer to his heated body.

“Tired, babes?” he asked, the uncharacteristic deep, slow tone to his voice betraying his own sleepiness.  

“Mhmm hmm,” you mumbled. “Too tired to go home. I’m staying here tonight.”

With anyone else, you wouldn’t have been so bold as to invite yourself to stay the night for the first time. But everything was different with Ryusei. You could be as bold as you wanted, take what you wanted, without fear of ridicule or rejection or anger. He would just give you a particular feral grin, when you asserted yourself, that made you feel confident and on top of the world.

It’s only because you’re so close that you felt the slight hitch in his breath. He covered it nearly seamlessly with his usual attitude. “Of course! I’d love to have you spend the night with me, sexy~”

You nipped lightly at his collar bone, chastising. “Just sleeping, Ryu, no innuendo intended.”

“Aww, how can you say that, after putting your teeth on me,” he whined, teasing. “You know that gets me going, sugar…”

“I want you to get going. To sleep,” you retorted. “I’m tiredddd.” You let your voice trail into a childish whine.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ryusei shifted, sliding one arm underneath your thighs and one behind your back to lift you up into a bridal carry. “Do I have Your Highness’s permission to take you to bed? I promise not to have my wicked way with you there. Knight’s honor.”

“Ah, why would I not trust my most loyal knight? Take me away, good sir.”

Ryusei grinned wide enough to show gums, before carrying you out of the living room with surprising gentleness.

(Though it wasn’t entirely surprising, to you.)

-

The room was dark, aside from the weak, silvered light of the moon and stars that leaked from Ryusei’s uncovered window. It was just bright enough for you to see the faintest details of his face.

He looked softer, hair down, kohl washed away, venomous pink eyes half-lidded; a sort of physical representation of how he bared himself to you. You were compelled to pull him closer to you, until you could bury your face into his product-free hair. You let out a contented hum at feeling the abnormal silkiness of it.

You were so comfortable; you felt like you were melting into the mattress. It had been forever since you had gone to sleep feeling so relaxed (and safe, and not alone); you couldn’t be blamed for nearly drifting off the second you laid down with Ryusei in your arms.

You were almost gone, slipping into dreamland by the pull of the gentle hands of Morpheus, when you felt Ryusei begin to tremble in your arms.

It was like a switch had been flipped, removing sleep from the edges of your mind like the swipe of an eraser on a chalkboard. You were immediately focused on him.

“Ryusei? Are you okay?” you whispered, a sliver of panic slipping into your voice.

You could feel him shaking slightly in your hold, arms wrapped in a vice grip around you, face pressed tightly into your neck, hiding his expression from you. You felt a drip of wetness fall onto your skin and slip down.

He was crying.

“Baby,” you murmured, hugging his lax body even closer to yours, like you could tuck him away into your ribcage, safe and sound. “Ryu, darling, what’s wrong?” You felt off-balance, perhaps for the first time since you had met. Your understanding did not extend to this, not when he had so carefully pirouetted around any true pain he felt when you talked.

He gripped you tighter for a moment, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, before he relaxed his hold. “Nothin’s wrong.” He lifted his head to look at you.

The tear trails on his face were lit up like liquid drips of mercury in the moonlight. But he didn’t look devastated, as you expected; instead, he had the smallest, softest smile you had ever seen him wear. Even in the half-light, his gaze was soaked in so much affection, he looked love-drunk. It rendered you speechless.

“Y’know,” he laughed wetly, “I usually cry, at night. When I become nothing.” He took a deep, shuddering breath.

You lifted one hand to his face, wiping away the fresh flow of tears that leaked from his glittering eyes. Your eyebrows were creased, a pang going through your heart at his words.

But he wasn’t done, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek further into your hand, like a housecat. “Still cryin’, tonight, but I’m not sad. Y’see babes? I’m not sad. I don’t feel like nothing, I feel happy. Happy tears, sweetheart, just cause tonight I’m with you.” He giggled, hiccupping slightly as his laughter caught on the tears still welling up.

You gaped at Ryusei for a moment, before you yanked him into a kiss. It wasn’t the best kiss ever, still wet with his tears, barely more than a firm press of mouths together before you release him.

He grinned at you for a moment, before dropping back down onto you, boneless. “I feel drunk. Like I’m high. Crossfaded. On you, babe!~” he blabbered, sing-song. “It’s not an explosion, it’s a bonfire inside of me! Shit, this might be better than playing. Or fighting. I might even be a little horny right now, I can’t tell.”

“God, you’re so weird, Ryu.” You punctuated your statement with a firm kiss to his forehead, making an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound that drew a giggle from the man on top of you. “I love you. I’m gonna be with you forever. I’ll move in, and we’ll sleep together every night, you’ll never feel like nothing again.”

“Maybe I AM horny…horny off of love…emotionally horny?” he rambled. “Fuck, I don’t know, babe, but I love you too, and I’m never gonna let your pretty ass go now, y’hear?”

“Perfect. We’ll become one organism. Symbiosis. Like lichen,” you breathed.

Ryusei let out a lovesick sigh. “Love it when you talk sexy to me.”

You felt one of his hands drift down to squeeze one of your ass cheeks.

You let out an exasperated, but fond sigh. “Ryusei. Go to sleep.”

“Okay honey~” he said, letting out a little giggle into your collarbone.

(And for the first time in years, neither of you fell asleep feeling empty, or lonely; and you would wake up to find joy in the sunrise together.)

[vampirewritesvampirewrongs]

Heavy in Your Arms

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

You awake from a nightmare and find yourself comforted by your lover Astarion, who resolves to fuck the sadness right out of you.

Rating: 18+/Explicit Contains: m/f, spawn Astarion, blood drinking, fingering, oral sex, reader is a bit of a brat, briefest allusions to traumas that are never directly addressed or named, enthusiastic consent. Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: I typically will not post regular fanfiction here, but sometimes you become enamored with a character and you must find ways to get it out of your system. You do not need to have played Baldur's Gate 3 to know what's going on. This was just an excuse to write filth.

You hadn’t meant to flinch when he touched you.

“What happened, darling?” Astarion withdrew his hand, the lines around his garnet eyes creasing with sudden anxiety.

You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. How do you explain something that hadn’t been a problem before? That a single nightmare was enough to make you recoil from your lover’s familiar touch?

A shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You really are a terrible liar, you know.”

“Only to you.” Damn vampire and his heightened senses.

“Maybe so…” He reached over to take your hand in his, but kept his distance on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Something warm and wet rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away. “We’ve talked before about our histories, and… I had a nightmare and remembered some things.” You chose your words carefully- not for his sake, but your own. “Things I haven’t wanted to remember.”

Anyone who knew him less wouldn’t have noticed the slight fall of his shoulders. The adoration, the fear, the protectiveness behind his eyes. He gestured to the space between you on the bed. “May I?”

You nodded, leaning into him when he was close enough. Grounding yourself in the cold of his soft, bare skin against the heat of your own, the rise and fall of his chest with every habitual, unneeded breath.

Astarion wrapped both arms around you and pressed the side of his face into your hair. "Would you like to tell me more about it?"

“Not right now.”

“Then there is no need.” His grip on your shoulder tightened. He had told you once that your history scared him- not more than his own, but differently- because it was the one thing he could never protect you from. You felt that fear and desire from him in his embrace now, as if it was the very thing that could fend off the nightmares. If only it were that simple…

You sighed. “Thank you.”

“Whatever for, darling?”

“Being here.” You could almost hear his eyes roll. “Being your usual handsome self.”

“My dear, there is hardly any point in thanking me. Besides,” he said, brushing your hair away from your neck to kiss the two small scars there, “what sort of vampire would I be if I didn’t take proper care of my little treat?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Probably a very normal one.”

Astarion withdrew, scoffing and placing his hand on his chest in mock disgust. “A normal vampire? Why, I could never.” He kissed the scars on your neck again. “You are… too delectable, too sweet a thing to allow to suffer so needlessly.”

“Aww, you really do love me.”

“I more than love you, darling,” he said, his tone turning serious as he raised his head to meet your eyes. “Being here for you is worth the trouble.” He returned his head to the space between your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into the warmth of your pulse point.

Your fingers absentmindedly teased through Astarion’s soft white curls. How could a thing as broken as you be worthwhile to him? The darkness of your history paled in comparison to his own, but didn’t that mean he deserved someone less broken? Someone stronger? Wouldn't that be better for him? Then why should he bother with you anyway?

His cold lips found yours, shocking you out of your panicking spiral. Godsdamnedvampireandhisheightenedsenses.“Whatever you are thinking, darling, I’m right here. And I am not going anywhere.”

“…why?” you whispered, the air from your lungs forming a terrifying question.

“Why?” he repeated softly. “I will admit, my own motivation is far from being altruistic. Being away from you for any length of time, even a moment, terrifies me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Terribly so.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Your presence is warm, safe, comforting—”

“Even now?”

His eyes softened in recognition of the insecurity that was not unknown to him. “Ah, is that where your mind was? Yes, even now."

“Right now, it feels like you could do better.”

“Oh come now, darling, would you let me get away with saying such a dreadful thing?”

You groaned, leaning back into your pillows and dragging him down with you. “No.”

“Then I won’t let you, either.” He tilted your head up to face him, so close that his lips ghosted over yours as he murmured, “I love you. I want you. No one else.”

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, too.”

He smiled. “Good! I’m glad to hear it. Otherwise, all this would have been unbearably awkward.”

You tossed your blanket over his head. “Shut up.”

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

“And just what do I need to learn this time?” you teased, easing off the bed and backing away.

His expression darkened, bright garnet irises turning seemingly black as he exposed his fangs with an affectionate, predatory grin. He crouched forward with the slow, easy bearing of a cat. “Playing innocent, love?”

“No, because I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. At all.”

A rush of air. You found yourself caged against the wall by his slender frame.

“You denied me the opportunity to lavish you with all the adoration you deserve. Now what do we say, darling?”

“What does a wrong answer get me?”

“Hmm…” He planted kisses along the side of your neck, stopping at the twin scars there. “I suppose I’ll have to drain you of your blood and keep you in my bed, all to myself, until you recover.”

“And the right answer?” Your voice shook with anticipation.

“Perhaps draining you of your blood and keeping you in my bed all to myself until you recover. Quite the conundrum, I’m sure.”

“Then I’m not sorry,” you breathed, your heart racing.

“Perilous mistake,” he murmured into your skin. He effortlessly lifted you into is arms and whisked you away back to bed, lightly shoving you down on your back. He straddled your hips and pinned your arms to either side of your head as you made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his iron grip. His face was directly above you, darkened crimson eyes staring into yours. “One last chance, my dear. What do we say?”

A light smirk danced across your face. “I am so very sorry, Astarion.”

“There’s my good girl.” He leaned down, placing one final kiss on your neck before drawing your flesh between his teeth and piercing his fangs into your skin.

You gave small cry as the familiar, icy chill of his bite sent a shiver down your spine. With his weight on top of you, it was as if his body had melted into yours. The bite effloresced into a delightful warmth that spread throughout your body and pooled within your core, intensifying with the loss of every mouthful of blood. Astarion was insatiable, particularly when it came to your own blood. But you? You could never get enough of this. That tingling lightheadedness, that delicious ache building within you. Your hips involuntarily rolled into his and his hands flew down to hold you still.

“Careful, darling,” he warned, a playful edge to his voice.

“I need you,” you whined.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He licked away the stray drops of blood from the wound at your neck. “Just a little more, hmm? You can do that for me.”

“So that you can keep me to yourself while I recover?”

“Precisely.” His hand wandered beneath your nightgown, tracing your soft curves. “Or have you forgotten that you’re all mine?”

You gasped. “N-no.”

His fingers trailed down between your legs and stopped short of where you needed him. “Say it.”

You shuddered against him. “I’m all yours, Astarion. Please.”

“All mine.” He returned to drinking from your neck as his fingers delicately followed along the soft folds of your soaking cunt. You whimpered in response, delirious from the lack of blood and his teasing. He hummed against you, the warming vibrations resonating through your weakening, oversensitive body. Your breathing quickened- if it was the mild deprivation of oxygen or your own arousal, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was his lips on your skin and the finger he had slipped inside you that was gently coaxing at your walls.

It felt like a mere second and a whole eternity later when he tore himself away. His lips and teeth were coated in crimson. “Exquisite as always, darling. Especially when I have you so desperate for me like this.”

Another finger entered you and you moaned, rocking your hips into his thrusts. He was still somehow teasing you, his fingers lightly brushing against that sweet spot deep within you but refusing to provide the pressure and friction you so desperately needed.

“Beautiful.” He kissed you, and you caught the heavy, metallic taste of your blood on his lips- a flavor you had more than grown accustomed to, secretly enjoyed even.

“Do you think you can take another for me?” he asked, emphatically pushing his fingers deeper within you.

You whimpered something you hoped was a "yes," and nodded.

“Words, love. Use your words.”

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Please, yes.”

Astarion growled into your ear, his low voice resonating against you, “Well, I certainly can’t say no when you beg so sweetly." He placed a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck as you felt the stretch of a third finger. You forced yourself to take in a sharp breath, struggling to focus on the essential task of breathing despite him scraping his fangs down your throat and chest as you writhed beneath him. Slowly, torturously, he fucked his fingers into you. He curled them against that sweet spot and a high pitched whimper escaped your lips. Your back arched off the bed and you laced your arms around his neck to brace your trembling self against him.

“You’re doing so well, little love.” His thumb found your clit and deftly worked small circles around it in time with his fingers. “I want to see you come undone for me, and I want to hear it all. Hold nothing back - you can do that, can’t you?”

You took in a shaky breath and managed a nod.

He chuckled as he applied more pressure to your clit. That delicious, familiar ache began to burn in your lower stomach and accelerate to a flame. You clenched around his fingers, every muscle in your body tightening into a coiled spring.

“Gods, I’m close… Astarion, please, please, don’t stop…”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

His gentle command was all you needed to fall over the edge into whatever blissful oblivion awaited you. You buried your face into his chest and screamed as your orgasm burned through you, lighting every nerve on fire to the point of oversensitivity. You felt his fingers slow along with your breathing and you moaned at their absence when they withdrew.

Astarion brought his fingers to his mouth and lasciviously licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “Almost as sweet as your blood.”

“… glad you think so,” you managed to answer between breaths.

“Mind if I have another taste?” He pushed your nightgown up and over your head and began planting a trail of kisses and small bites around your breasts. “Preferably from the source.”

“Is there a possibility that you’ve had enough, Star?”

“Never,” he growled into your breast with another bite. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that you could already feel the bruise that would be there in the morning. He grinned when you shuddered beneath him in response. “And something tells me that you haven’t, either.”

You smiled. “Never.”

“Wicked little thing. You’ll be the second death of me.” His lips lingered over the warmth of your beating heart before he trailed more bites and kisses across your stomach, working his way down between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he nipped at the ticklish spot right above your hip and you felt his low chuckle reverberate against you.

He settled between your legs, and a sharp pinch from his fangs to the flesh of your thigh came as a warning to keep still. He ever-so-slowly dragged his tongue along your folds, clearly reveling in how you shook and squealed beneath him and delighting in the taste of your arousal. When his tongue finally found your clit, the burn of overstimulation from the previous orgasm shocked every nerve in your body and you nearly squirmed away. The firm grip of his hands kept you in place as the burn subsided into that needy, pleasant ache. Your hands found their way down to his head and your fingers tangled themselves into his soft curls in a vain attempt to pull him closer. He merely hummed in response, diving his tongue deeper into you and his grip pressing bruises into your hips.

If Astarion could feed on the arousal dripping from your cunt alone, you knew he would and you would more than let him. He was ravenous, not even bothering to breathe, burying his face in the warmth between your thighs. He took his time between drinking in your pooling arousal and exploring your folds with his tongue, only moaning against you when he remembered to take the necessary breaths to do so.

Then, with little warning, he shifted his attention to that little bundle of nerves with a feral growl that came from deep within his chest and vibrated into your core. His eyes briefly met yours, dark with a predatory gleam. You gasped, the coil tightening within you once again. You pulled on his hair and he remained unmoved, devouring you with an intensity reserved only for your blood and these moments alone. The coil grew tighter… tighter… and shattered as you let out a wordless scream. His hands pushed you back into the mattress before your back arched above the bed and held you there, his tongue working at you through your orgasm. It was too much and not enough all at once.

You weren’t sure when he stopped, or when he laid back by your side and wrapped you snug in your blanket. He produced a scroll from the nightstand and muttered something over it. The scroll glowed and dissolved into nothing, and you felt a warmth spread through your spent and aching body. Of course he still had a stash of lesser restoration scrolls. You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

Astarion’s pale, lean arms wrapped around you from behind. “Take your time, but I’m not done with you yet, darling.”

“Oh?”

“Do you still remember why you were upset earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, that simply will not do.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’ll not rest until I’ve fucked the reason for your sadness right out of you.”

“Then it is going to be a very long night, my love.”

He pulled you closer into his embrace. “Then I very much look forward to it.”

[mommyownsmee]

I don't understand why I only see subs writing posts about how they need to be tied up, overstimulated, stretched out, fucked senseless, and filled in every hole.

Where are the posts about dommes?

We need to be fucked too.

Just because we like to take control doesn’t mean we don’t crave intense, mind-blowing orgasms. We need partners who can match our energy, challenge us, and give us the same level of satisfaction we provide. It’s not just about dominating; it’s about a dynamic where both sides are fulfilled and excited. Our desires are just as complex and deserving of attention.

We need partners who understand that being a domme isn’t just about dishing out commands or wielding a paddle; it’s about the intricate dance of power exchange, where our pleasure is deeply intertwined with the submission and pleasure of our subs. We crave those moments when our control is tested, when our carefully constructed facade of dominance melts away in the heat of passion.

We yearn for connections where our needs and desires are met with enthusiasm and creativity. Being a domme means we often shoulder the responsibility of creating elaborate scenes and fantasies, but we also desire to be surprised, to have our boundaries pushed, and to feel the same rush of adrenaline and endorphins that our subs experience.

[spnbabe67]

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Kinktober Day 29: Cockwarming

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Feels

Summary: Post-hunt cuddles turn into something more

Word Count: 1486

Authors Note: Title based on the song (I Just) Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew

I've alluded to this 'ritual' before in a couple of my Dean x Tori fics. I've always wondered how, exactly, the aftermath of a hunt would go. A lot of adrenaline and endorphins are probably running through the body after literally fighting for your life against horrific creatures. It's a fictional scenario, but I wanted to try my hand at writing what it would be like (with a smutty twist because it is kinktober after all)

Tag List: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

One of Tori’s favorite places to be is in Dean’s arms. Wrapped up in them she felt safe, a feeling that was fleeting when you live a life of constant danger running from things most people only thought existed in their darkest nightmares. She’d lacked a home for years, and it had taken a long time to get to this point, to where Dean, and by extension Sam and the Bunker, had become that home for her. That her room she shared with Dean was hers and that there was no check out time she had to adhere to, no key to return at the end of the stay. Permanency, it was a weird thing, but one she didn’t often take for granted. 

Even when the hunts went so smoothly, all three of them moving in sync, the after was a tender moment, the adrenaline dropping off sharply from their systems. After the showers, after the change of clothes, Tori always gravitated to Dean, both of them tangled up in a Gordian knot of limbs in their bed. 

Tonight was no different. Tori and Dean both had trudged to the showers immediately after arriving back at the Bunker. All three of them were covered head to toe in blood, dirt, sweat and Tori didn’t even want to think about what else coated her skin. The eldritch horror they’d managed to gank had spewed some death spray upon its demise, and she’d been right in its path of destruction. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn’t seem to get the putrid smell out of her nose, convinced some of its guts must be shoved up there. 

Tori had heard Dean’s shower go off long before hers, knowing her lover would just meet her back in their room. She toweled off dry, doing her best to wring out most of the moisture from her mane before tossing the towel in the hamper, wrapping a fuzzy robe around her body for the walk from the bathroom. Dean was sitting propped up against the headboard when Tori finally shuffled back into the room.

“I feel so much better it’s not even funny.” Tori sighed, hanging her robe on the back of the closed bedroom door. 

“I bet.” Dean cracked his eyes open, watching her toy with her hair, a nervous tic he’d picked up on.

Tori tugged on a dark strand she’d coiled around her index finger before letting it go. She needed a trim, the fraying ends falling just above her hips.

“That stuff smelled so awful. I felt bad for you and Sam havin’ to ride back with me.” Tori chuckled.

But the momentary jest faded and she took a deep breath, feeling the rush of the hunt, the adrenaline that had been coursing through her quickly evaporating, leaving her feeling almost empty. 

Dean, ever the observant one, opened his arms as she turned back around to face him. “Hey, c’mere.” His voice was warm and placating, an invitation as much as it was an attempt at reassurance.

She quickly plaited her hair, securing it with an elastic before walking over to Dean’s side of the bed. His warm hands fell to her hips as she straddled his waist, their bodies pressed together as much as physically possible. Tori buried her face in his neck as Dean wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her close, breathing her in. The ritual of it, this getting so close but feeling so far, wasn’t new. It was a way of collectively dealing with the loss of adrenaline, working through the near-death experiences, remembering that despite the spattered blood and gore behind their eyes when they fell asleep that the other was still here. 

Tori giggled into Dean’s neck as she felt something poke against her inner thigh. Dean’s hands grasped her hips in a mock scolding way.

“You’re sitting naked on my lap, what else do you expect, Tor?” Dean stammered, smoothing his palms up and down the tops of her thighs.

“It’s fine, Babe.” Tori couldn’t help but smile at the blush painting his neck and face a pretty shade of pink. 

“Tor, where-” Dean started as Tori lifted herself up, but quickly shut up as she reached behind her, grasping his length, holding it steady as she sheathed him inside her. “Fuuuck.”

“There,” Tori breathed, wrapping her arms back around his waist, resting her head back on his shoulder. “That’s better.”

In its own way this served its own role in the ritual. Neither one of them could ever get close enough to truly fill that dip in adrenaline and cortisol, and it wasn’t the first time this need for closeness ended with Dean inside her. It was about as close as they could get without physically crawling under the others' skin to find a place to call home, even when that was all Tori’s body was screaming at her to do. 

Dean’s hands explored her body in smooth, sweeping lines. Up her thighs from her knees, across her hips, up her back and down again. They sat like that for longer than Tori cared to keep track, letting their bodies reregulate to the rhythm of the other; their breaths were nearly in sync, his heartbeat thudding under her ear. Slowly Tori could that jittery and on-edge feeling subside, her body exiting fight or flight mode, leaving exhaustion in its wake

Tori could feel her eyelids start to grow heavy, but the not-so-small fact that Dean’s cock was nestled inside her kept the sleepy feeling just far enough away. She knew the same subtle restless feeling was tugging at Dean by the way he kept shifting under her. Granted, Dean wasn’t exactly good at sitting still, the untreated ADHD prohibited her lover from sitting for long periods of time without something to keep that racing mind occupied. Maybe his legs were starting to go numb, her own had fallen asleep long before. 

She gave an experimental roll of her hips, the movement subtle and testing, unable to conjure up enough energy to truly move atop him. Still, her movement had Dean’s wandering hands still on her waist, fingers curling into her skin as he let out a surprised sound from the back of his throat. Dean caught on quick enough as Tori ground against him, simply shifting her hips back and forth enough to create friction against her clit, sliding just enough on his cock to have both of their breathing start to go ragged. Tori dragged her lips up the side of his neck and along his jaw, stubble scraping against them, until she found his mouth. 

The kiss was just as lazy as their hips, Dean’s tongue sweeping into her mouth with languid strokes in the same breath as his hand coming up to cup her face. He always touched her with such conviction. He cherished her in a way that made Tori feel so damn special, so complete. He was never greedy, taking only as much as she gave him with not so much as a whisper of discontent. Even now, when both of them were bone tired, he let her set the pace. Tori was half convinced he’d kneel before her and worship at her feet if she asked, not that she ever would, nor would she want him too; they’d both been on their knees for too long and for the wrong reasons, never again, not even for her, would Tori want him needlessly down on his knees again.

Slowly, that pit in her belly grew, her movements becoming incrementally more animated as she felt the sensations building. Her hand came up to cup his face, her other resting on his chest, palm pressed skin to skin over his heart as she rolled her hips against his. Tori panted into Dean’s mouth feeling that tug grow tighter and tighter. His hand on her hip gave her an encouraging squeeze, the reassurance pushing her over the edge. Dean tugged her close, supplementing her climax by tilting his hips up into her, chasing his own high which came not long after. 

Dean carefully maneuvered them back down the bed, sliding himself out of her. His arms wrapped around her middle kept her lounged on top of him, continuing the lazy lines up and down her back. 

“I love it when we do this.” Tori muttered into his chest.

“Have sex.” Dean joked, earning him a swat to his arm.

“No, jackass.” Tori crinkled her nose at him. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Dean chuckled, the deep sound resounding through her body. 

Tori smiled softly at him, leaning up to peck a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Dean’s hand slid up her back, cupping the nape of her neck. “I know.”

“My God you’re a dork.”

“You love it.” Dean grinned at Tori.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Tori.”

[wordy-little-witch]

Silly hours but Shanks and Buggy being platonic soulmates is so cute and soft and I'm emotional.

They swore to each other to always be each other's in their own way, and it's a unique relationship. They aren't siblings. They aren't lovers. They're Shanks-and-Buggy, Buggy-and-Shanks, two threads woven together and twisted, tied, folded into one another. They do not swear over a drink. They do not swear by a ring. Instead they share blood, a ceremony performed in a little cabin with moonlight as their only witness, tears and blood shed and turned from fear and insecurity into resolve and love because it was them against the world, it was, it is, it will be, it will never not be. They cut their hands together, they press the wounds to each other's together, they cling together and they swear and they promise and they vow. And they heard a sea bird screech loudly in the quiet night, hear bells without source, and they press closer, closer, closer still until they may as well be one body, one mind, one soul. They fall asleep on the floor in a pile of limbs.

Roger notices the next day that something has changed. Their Haki has shifted, a change so minute that it was only because of his Gift that he caught it. The boys were together more often than not, and their Haki left imprints on the things around them, living and not alike. It was more odd to find one without a tinge of the other's presence. Roger nearly missed it.

He doesn't call it out. But he knows. He knows this the same way he knows that the sea is home and that the winds sing and the ocean wails in joy and grief. He knows because the world tells him in a language braided into his very cells. He know because he knows his boys. He simply smiles.

From then on, not much chages at a glance. The boys don't even actively notice themselves until well down the line.

They've always had something of a sixth sense to each other. Buggy always knows where Shanks is. Shanks always knows how Buggy is feeling. They move like a well oiled machine together, seamlessly bleeding into one another's space in a way alien to many but normal to the crew. It's always been this way.

This innate knowledge increases in fits and bursts. They are acutely aware of each other. They have a gut instinct if the other is hurt. They finish one another's sentences (to the fond-exasperated-annoyance of both), they share an entire conversation with a mere glance. It's uncanny, becoming undeniable, and the crew is left wondering how and why and where they managed to get the ability to do this. Roger, when asked, laughs. Shanks, when asked, just smiles. Buggy, when asked, flips off the inquirer at best, swings a knife while screaming obscenities with a blush at worst.

Through this connection, they share everything. Through this connection, they ebb and flow like the Seas that they rest upon and the winds they follow.

Through this connection, a question is asked in the pouring rain by a boy with the weight of the grief-stricken universe on his shoulders, and a boy equally hurt and equally burdened gives the answer to the real question beneath it all.

They clasp their hands, scarred palms pressed together in am echo of their vows years before, and they seek out a place to rest.

Shanks becomes a captain, a mentor, a warrior, a fighter, a father, an Emperor.

Buggy becomes a captain, a trickster, a deceiver, a puppeteer, a warlord, an Emperor.

Shanks loses an arm, and Buggy's detaches without warning, islands and Seas away.

Buggy is bitten by lightning and then seastone, and Shanks staggers from the sudden endorphin and adrenaline rush which is yanked away just as quickly.

Shanks punches a wall and Buggy shakes the tingles from his knuckles.

Buggy gets cornered in a cell by inmates worse than the rest, and Shanks chokes in the fear and reflective fury in his veins.

They do not see each other for years but they're always aware, always associated, always facing different paths, independent together.

Roger had seen the start of the connection between them, but it is Luffy who asks Shanks about the blue clouds at his wrists, who asked Buggy about the whisps of red at his crown and chest. They both note it, nod, and carry on.

They are each other's, a package deal, though never explicitly stated.

[kiiyunz]

⠀⠀  (  5:55 Ꮺ  )  ⠀KIHYUN lives his life on a fast track,  spreading his infectious laughter and constant high-energy wherever he goes.  he’s always on the lookout for the new trends to follow,  the new music to listen to,  the new restaurants to try out.  smooth and malleable,  he’s able to rearrange himself with ease to fit right into whatever everyone else is going with at the time.  being the life of the party and standing in the spotlight is a luxury he usually enjoys whenever he’s given the chance to,  and bringing joy to the faces of those he loves makes him happier than anything.  he exists purely in the moment and lives off of the feeling of excitement coursing through his veins—despite that not always being a good thing.

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STAGE NAME⠀KIHYUN    ( 기현 ) BIRTH NAME⠀IM KIHYUN    ( 임기현 ) ENGLISH NAME⠀KADEN IM NICKNAMES⠀KEY,  KYUN(NIE)  (all)⠀╱⠀KD  (mark, chenle)⠀╱⠀KIKI  (hendery, johnny)

AGE⠀TWENTY-THREE    ( 23 ) DATE OF BIRTH⠀4 MARCH,  2001 ZODIAC SIGN⠀PISCES CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN⠀SNAKE

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN PLACE OF BIRTH⠀YEONGDEUNGPO,  SK HOMETOWN⠀DANGSAN,  YEONGDEUNGPO

HEIGHT⠀178 CM    ( 5’10” ) WEIGHT⠀58 KG    ( 128 LBS ) BLOOD TYPE⠀A PIERCINGS⠀LOBE,  SNUG,  HELIX  (left)⠀╱⠀DOUBLE LOBE,  AURICLE  (right) TATTOOS⠀SPIDER  (hip bone, right)⠀╱⠀FIGURE 8  (inner wrist, left)

FACE CLAIM⠀MYUNG JAEHYUN    ( BND ) VOCAL CLAIM⠀CHOI JIUNG    ( P1H ) RAP CLAIM⠀ LEE HEESEUNG    ( ENHA ) DANCE CLAIM⠀CHOI JIUNG    ( P1H ) SPEAKING CLAIM⠀MYUNG JAEHYUN    ( BND ) KNOWN LANGUAGES⠀ KOREAN  (fluent, mother tongue)⠀╱⠀ITALIAN  (proficient)⠀╱⠀ENGLISH,  JAPANESE  (conversational)

GENDER⠀CIS MALE    ( HE ╱ HIM ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION⠀BISEXUAL    ( UNDISCLOSED ) RELATIONSHIP STATUS⠀IN A RELATIONSHIP    ( est. 2023  UNDISCLOSED )

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL YEARS ACTIVE⠀8    ( 2016—PRESENT ) YEARS TRAINED⠀3    ( 2013—2016 ) LABEL⠀SM ENTERTAINMENT GROUP⠀NCT UNIT ⠀NCT DREAM     ( 2016–PRESENT )⠀╱⠀NCT U    ( 2018–PRESENT ) POSITON⠀LEAD VOCALIST,  LEAD DANCER DEBUT DATE⠀25 AUGUST,  2016

REPRENTATIVE EMOJI⠀🕷️ INDIVIDUAL FANDOM NAME⠀ LOCKS TWITTER⠀NCTsmtown⠀NCTsmtown_DREAM INSTAGRAM⠀KYUNIIZ  ( PBLC )⠀WEBKKI  ( PRV )

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with a keen eye for detail,  a good eye for both what the people want and whatever problems his friends may be facing,  kihyun can be considered a generally good person to be around.  he’s everywhere and nowhere all at the same time,  an ebbing and flowing tide that can go from livening up a dampened mood with ever-enthusiastic and always-sunny disposition to sitting quietly and doing his best to provide whatever advice a struggling member of his may be needing when they confide in him about the things that’re on their mind.  he lives for the adrenaline of idol life,  the instant rush of endorphins that he gets from the performances,  the practice sessions,  the photoshoots,  the concerts—so much so that sometimes he gets swept up in it all,  loses focus and stumbles;  starts to skip out on responsibilities,  sneak off and make excuses all while searching for the next dopamine hit.  his friends have usually been there to keep him in check,  but it’s still something he needs to work on.

when kihyun feels,  it’s almost as if he feels all too much at once.  everything is at an extreme,  turned up to the max.  when he was younger he used to flare up at anything,  temper rising and falling erratically,  but now that he’s grown his temper is almost completely in check,  and his anger is a very rare thing to bare witness or be victim to.  he tries to be empathetic with all of his friends,  doing his best to support them when they’re going through a rough patch or having a fight of their own with another member,  but as soon as a problem  (however minor)  is brought up against him he switches off,  uninterested and unwilling to talk it out properly.  he’ll be flighty and avoidant,  deciding to simply push through the uneasy feelings in the pit of his stomach or attempt to escape it altogether by removing himself from the space of the person who has grievances with him whenever he’s able to—no matter how big or small the issue is—rather than sitting down and talking through it to resolve the rift.  this habit of his has never gone as far enough to permanently fracture his relationships with any of the other members,  but in the past it’s come close..

in the moments where kihyun himself isn’t feeling the best,  he’s not the most eager to let anybody know.  similar to his approach to conflict,  he prefers to breeze over any lingering feelings of inferiority or insecurity and pretend they’re not there—either hoping they fade away with time or coping with them in ways that most wouldn’t consider the healthiest.  bottling everything up  (although it may seem like an odd thing for a ‘hyper-sensitive’ pisces to do)  is by far one of his worst habits,  but as he grows more he’s making more and more of an effort to work on it—that effort of course being assisted by his closest friends,  the members themselves.  where he would usually pick more detrimental things to help him cope with whatever he was feeling inside,  kihyun now tries to pour it all into a creative outlet—namely music,  or dance.  he’s come far from when he was thirteen and desperately looking for reasons not to drop out of the company altogether,  and in the future he hopes to go even further.

  ⠀(  版 003  ᜊ  BACKGROUND  )

born on a cold morning on the fourth of march two thousand and one  ( 04 / 03 / 2001 ),  kihyun was the first child of a young mother struggling to make ends meet  (and who would later be labelled a ‘prostitute’ in rumours spread in early twenty eighteen,  seeing as their small flat was nestled right outside the infamous ‘capital alley,’ a known red light district—rumours that would never be addressed by sm and left to be speculated about)  and an unknown father,  who kihyun never heard of again except in spiteful passing remarks made by his grandmother,  who lived with them in their two-bedroomed apartment.  despite their living situation,  kihyun was mostly a happy child at home,  always appreciating the love he was given,  the roof over his head,  and the food on his plate that he rarely had to go without.  problems only really started to arise when he started at school.

school and kihyun did not get along in the slightest.  making friends wasn’t the problem—he was a social butterfly if you’d ever seen one,  drawing people in like magnets with a smile and a joke whispered behind his hand that had a way of making people feel as if they were special,  as if all of his attention was focused on them—it was the education itself.  the lessons were too hard;  words swimming off of the pages,  numbers twisting themselves up into unintelligible shapes and floating off into the air around him,  and none if it seemed to stick.  kihyun loathed it from the start,  and it only seemed to get worse as the years went on.  on the fifteenth of september two thousand and nine  ( 15 / 09 / 2009 )  his younger half-brother seonmin was born—to a father that,  although wasn’t his own,  he was able to get to know;  but a man his mother still wouldn’t commit to,  still wouldn’t marry,  someone who he only got to see from time to time,  and suddenly there was one less person to talk to about the words that made his head ache and the numbers that made his eyes water.  he became a lot closer to his grandmother in the years following,  moving from his mother’s bedroom to hers and cuddling close to her in the evenings when she let him stay up far later than he was usually allowed with a wink and a finger to her lips as she switched the tv channel to the music shows.

from the very first night he saw the idol groups,  the men and women dancing in all their perfectly synchronised glory,  hair perfectly styled and no blemishes to be found,  kihyun was hooked.  he had found his dream.  one that,  from the looks of it,  had far less of all the numbers and letters he hated so much.  his mother  (and baby brother,  even if he couldn’t understand a word)  had burst into laughter when he told them of his newfound goal,  but kihyun was adamant,  and his grandmother had faith in him too.  he started to learn all the words,  memorise all the steps,  until every day after school he was dancing around the apartment belting out SHINee and f(x) songs until his throat was hoarse. he knew what he wanted to do,  and where he wanted to go.  sm entertainment was the company that housed most of his favourites,  some of what people called the ‘greats’ in the industry at the time,  and so that was where he set his sights.  he was going to get in,  and  (hopefully)  get famous.

a late afternoon in april twenty thirteen  ( 10 / 04 / 2013 )  was when he did it.  he got a leg-up from one of his friends out of the school gates and ran all of the way to the train station,  paying for a train ticket with the pocket money he’d been saving up for months.  he asked around for directions until he finally found the place the audition was being held,  did all of the things the vaguely frightening people dressed in their business casual asked him to do,  tried not to feel too much like a circus clown while he was performing,  and then held his breath when it was over.  and by some miracle conjured up by the stars above,  kihyun managed to make it through.  he tried not to cheer aloud out of fear the option would be taken back when the company told him he could drop out of school to fully focus on training if he so wished,  neglected to tell his mother he’d been accepted for a little while in fear she wouldn’t approve  (and was pleasantly surprised when she only told him that she’d better be seeing him on tv in a few years time),  high-fived his grandmother with a wide grin on his face,  and packed up the little things he had to make the official move to seoul.  there he trained for three years,  until he was finally told that  (along with seven others,  seven fast friends he was glad to have made)  he was set to debut.  nct dream,  their subunit was going to be called,  and the rest was history.

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MBTI  ⠀ESTP-T  ( TURBULENT ENTERTAINER ) POSITIVE TRAITS  ⠀bold,  original,  practical,  observant,  excellent people skills. NEGATIVE TRAITS  ⠀sensitive,  conflict-averse,  poor long-term planner,  unfocused.

LIKES  ⠀his fellow members,  travelling to new places,  dancing,  singing,  fashion,  shopping,  accessories,  music,  street food & street art,  manga,  bungeoppang,  cherry pepsi max,  blueberries,  goldfish,  lego,  songwriting. DISLIKES  ⠀bugs,  cooking,  green tea,  reading,  puzzles & brain teasers,  waking up early,  sci-fi movies,  crime shows,  maths. HOBBIES  ⠀playing football,  playing pool,  collecting albums & vinyls,  collecting photocards (particularly of his members),  (trying to) learn new languages,  music production,  playing the drums. PHOBIAS  ⠀atychiphobia (fear of failure),  astraphobia (fear of thunder & lightning).

HABITS  ⠀constantly repeating new words or phrases he’s recently learned (usually in a foreign language),  doing tutting combos with his hands,  snorting while laughing,  cracking his knuckles,  sneaking up to his fellow members in an attempt to scare them,  rubbing at his eyes,  clicking his tongue,  playing his music too loud,  idly tying his drawstrings into knots he can’t get undone. KNOWN FOR  ⠀his tendency to break away and wander off from the rest of the group to go and explore on his own (even while filming),  him holding up the others while he poses for fansites (particularly at the airport),  his constant featuring of the dreamies & other members on his instagram,  his spontaneous fit checks,  his music recommendations (his lives are more of a radio hour than anything),  his love for pda & need to cling onto whoever he’s closest to,  his tendency to try and answer a question in a few short words but end up going on a tangent.

FAMILY  ⠀mother  (  임요미  born 23 / 10 / 1981  alive  )⠀╱⠀grandmother  (  임중안  born 01 / 07 / 1958  alive  )⠀╱⠀half brother  (  임선민  born 15 / 09 / 2009  alive  ).

ᶻ  his favourite music genres are dance,  rap,  and pop.  his favourite artists are azealia banks, michael jackson,  exo,  f(x),  and gsoul. ᶻ  kihyun is a known lyricist,  and has contributed with lyrics on multiple albums  (both within nct and,  on occasion,  for other groups also).  he currently has twenty seven  ( 27 )  writing credits under his name. ᶻ  in the future he hopes to contribute more with production & composition.  currently he does it mostly for fun,  as he’s still learning.

ᶻ  inside the group,  kihyun considers himself closest to chenle,  mark,  johnny,  hendery,  jeno,  and niko. ᶻ  outside the group his friends include cléo of stray kids,  giselle of aespa,  matthew and hanbin of zerobaseone,  and sohee of riize. ᶻ  he currently shares an apartment with jisung,  having recently moved out of the dorm together. ᶻ  a member he wants to get closer to in the future is yangyang  (and if he could switch units,  he’d choose wayv). ᶻ  his role models include key of SHINee,  and d.o. of exo.

ᶻ  fashion is a subject he’s been interested in for a while,  and he’s coined the nickname ‘assistant fashion evaluator’—johnny accepted him as his ‘apprentice’ with pride. ᶻ  his interest in italian stemmed from his mother’s love of both the country and the culture,  and he grew up watching old italian films alongside her even if he could never understand a word. ᶻ  his favourite movies are the bling ring,  time to hunt,  and the con artists. ᶻ  kihyun has slated his ideal type as “someone who shares my sense of humour and can sometimes buy me nice things.”

[jjungkooksthighs]

Right now, he needs to make her pussy cry for him one more time. And this time, every living creature near and far would hear it.  “You want me to have my way with you, female? Fine. I’ll have you here and now with my fingers fucking your nice little asshole while my cock is still hard inside your tight, wet pussy." His vulgarity has her skin pebbling, the unfamiliar brusque edge to his voice leaving little for the way of her dissent if she had any of it. She's given little time to think once again, because then his index finger that he'd slotted into her asshole is joined by his middle finger and the both of them are curved deliciously against the soft spongy flesh of her walls there when he rams them knuckles deep. That has her whimpering, her lids fluttering as she keeps her sights on her alpha. He hums low, "You will come for me, female. You will show me how much you meant it when you said you just want to impress me, and you will let everyone hear how much you love being all mine.” He curls his fingers in a devastating come-hither motion inside the tight channel of flesh inside her, her back arching in a mouth-watering visual as she pleads for her end, her words starting to slur and string together louder and louder. His lips lift at the edges. She was waiting for his permission. “That’s a good fucking girl, omega.” He pumps his fingers in and out of her once, twice, and then, “that’s a good girl. I knew you could be obedient for me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To let me take control and take care of everything.” Her pussy tightens around his member in her way of an answer and then he’s hissing at the sensation. “Of course you do, female. You like feeling and knowing that you’re wanted. And fuck, there is no one who desires, who craves for you, more than I.” He thrusts a third finger past the ring of muscles in her ass and the friction of three digits ramming into her is almost enough to send her over the edge. It’s so close she can fucking taste it- He knows. Of course he does. Her body was a gem he’d long since learned all the curves and edges to. Making her glint and gleam in her afterglow, in her every happiness, brought him no greater satisfaction. “Let go one more time for me, my mate. My one and my only. Scream, bite, or quiver all you need. This belongs only to me. You belong only to me.”

Her walls close faster and tighter around him, his member throbbing once again within her, and that last command of his is all that she needs to drive her over that frustratingly close edge. She feels something within her snap, the rush of endorphins and adrenalin hits her like a fucking truck, her limbs a flailing mess beneath her as her throat goes dry from how loud she's been. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her head falls back, loud, loud whimpers of his name leaving her lips like a prayer. Her eyes threaten to close as she draws in long, sharp breaths of air, greedily trying to regain composure as the heady, heavy, and downright overwhelmingly pleasurable wave floods her mind, washing away all her thoughts, her mind blank. Her alpha beneath her seems only the slightest bit pleased, and yet, that comforts her more than anything ever has. The small little 'good girl' that leaves his lips doesn't escape her either, the word squeezing at her heart, tears escaping the corner of her eyes, trailing down the side of her face. Her back slumps, and it takes all of her strength to stop herself from drifting away right there, her body's weight all on him now as she sits there with his cock still nestled in her snug walls, small whimpers leaving her as she slowly feels herself being brought back down from that high he pushed her to. Her lidded eyes feel heavy, and her chest rises and falls, her little heart beating rapidly against the walls of her chest, the sound loud and clear in her own ears as blood rushes to her ears, her face no doubt red as a cherry now. She stays still for a moment, letting her tired form aimlessly cope with the demanding situation, her mind growing fuzzy as her vision zeroes in on him. His eyes are fixated on her, seemingly studying her, his irises blown wide, his gaze still stern. But, she knows she's done well from the small smirk that pulls up on his lips, and she can't help but grow shy from the attention. "i.." she stutters, unable to handle the heat of the situation, far too flustered and excited for her own good. She whispers, voice soft and breathless as she attempts to please him more now. "t-thankyou.. sir."

He’s never seen anything quite so beautiful in all his life.

The way she tips her head back when she finally comes and the vision of her with her lips parting even wider in an ‘o’ as her eyes fall closed…The way her spine arcs just the slightest bit more as her pussy squeezes and clamps down onto him… it is simply fucking divine. It’s something that he’s sure he must be blessed to witness, because the sight of her shaking, trembling body while she helplessly creams all over him is nothing that could belong to the mundanity of mortality.

She’s coming harder than she has ever come before, and if the visuals of her with her back to him-seated on his cock like it’s her fucking throne- weren’t enough to let him know, the sounds and sensations do.

Her breaths come quick and short, as if the pleasure flooding her body is all consuming and drowning her in her rapture. As if the pleasure is so good that her mind can’t keep up with the rest of her body.

Every second that her pussy flutters and clenches around him is one she spends panting loudly between sobs, the tears that fall from her eyes ones of relief after having been at his mercy for so long.

“So beautiful,” he fucks her with his fingers through her final orgasm, and only when her cunt has stopped spasming and her juices have ceased to squirt all over his palm and cock does he ease them out of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you needy, pretty girl.”

Color fills those cheeks of hers, and then she’s thanking him again, her voice now somewhat broken from all the screaming, crying, and moaning she’d been doing.

He’d need to give her some water for that.

But clearly that could wait, because as soon as his fingers depart from her soddened depths, her lids begin to lower as the fatigue and weakness from their illicit activities quickly drag her under.

He’s gentle when he grabs her sides, easily lifting her up and off of his now much more manageable size now that his cock was no longer swelling into the massive knot it had become inside her.

He hisses as does, his female gritting her teeth from sensitivity in the action.

That has satisfaction rushing to his head, and then he’s uttering, “You’re welcome, by the way, my love.”

He sits up, gathering her in his arms before he stands to walk them toward their chambers. All the while, he looks only at her, assessing her for any damage beyond the love bites and bruises he’d left.

He glances back only once, and seeking his attentive gaze, her sight follows his to the open window they’d left by the cushion that he’d taken her on.

The female who had been hiding behind the biggest and thickest tree had slipped back into the shadows and had vanished.

Good.

She’d no doubt heard and seen that his affections rested with the female who had begun to drift to sleep in his arms.

“Rest now, my love.” He peers back down at her, the silver that had been flecking his irises is burned away by the golden color he knew his lover loved to bask in. He tucks some tendrils of dark hair behind her ear as he says, “You have earned it.”

[batteredrugosa]

Well I promised myself I would actually post some fic today in order to laugh in the face of my anxiety. I wrote this whole thing in one go the other night while pondering the Bloodweave Week prompts.

Bloodweave Week 2024

Day 1: Knifeplay

WC: 574

TW: knives, cutting, mention of SH, blood

Gale looked down at the soft golden skin of his forearm. He could measure out the decades of his life in the tracery of fine white scars that he found there, the simple lines and jagged tracings a runic language all their own, casting spells to bind away and captivate his darkest and most dangerous selves. He wished for that pain now, the release of it, as the orb pushed hot against his sternum, burrowing outward in its endless seeking hunger. The pain did not quiet this beast, only unending consumption of the power that was his deepest soul.

Suddenly a dagger entered his field of vision, hauntingly swirled in blue and silver, organic and sinuous in its lines.  It was a lichen encrusted thing, bark-like and sharp as a thorn. The long white fingers wrapped around the hilt complimented the dagger's otherworldly glow: two fey things coming close to bargain with him, to trade release for pain in a binding with the old magics. Gale whimpered, raised his eyes to beg for succor, searching for kindness in the deep garnet gaze.  Astarion's eyes were soft,  his lips curving slightly as he bent towards the supplicant before him.  "Hold out your arms." 

Gale reached his arms out before him in a supplicant's pose. He felt the  tension in his thighs, his hips,  anticipation of pain coursing through him in a rush of adrenaline.   Astarion's eyes fell to study the skin there, his gaze sharpening with concentration and focus.  He bent to his work.

Cut.

Cut.

Cut. 

Three lines burning for a moment, a narrow fission, a ledge, and then bright crimson welling hot and tickling over his skin. Silence blanketed Gale's mind and even the orbs endless shrieking became distant, held at bay on the play of crimson against gold, crimson coating moony silver in heat and life. They both watched the blood flow for a moment, the silence  broken only by Gale's shallow open mouthed breaths. 

"Lie down love. On your stomach."  He  shifted forward, almost fell in his haste to obey.  He felt Astarion's cool fingers  brush  the hair from the nape of  his neck,  tracing  gentle lines  over the smooth unblemished skin along his spine. "Are you ready?" He couldn't speak, his throat silenced by the dagger's cool magics.  He let an affirmative wash psionically between their minds and closed his eyes. 

Gale felt the first tear slide down his cheek as Astarion bent to work the sussur dagger his brush, painting Gale in a familiar and  necessary agony.  His awareness thinned, sharpened to the edge of the knife, his mind filling with lavender fog.  The orb raged on, ravening,  but it  no longer belonged to the world the Gale inhabited. He wept his relief into the floor as his lover worked, no room left inside him for anything  except the dance of tension,  cut,  release. Tension, cut, release. He followed the knife downward into lavender tinged oblivion.

"You look so beautiful like this" Astarion's quiet murmur slowly crept through Gales awareness, rousing him. He sighed, relishing the floating calm that the endorphins carried. Carefully, he flexed his muscles, feeling the burn and pull of his back's new landscape. He opened his eyes to find Astarion at rest lying beside him, smiling eyes full of love. Gale reached for him, wrapping his fingers around his nape to tug him closer, wincing a little even as he smiled into a tender kiss.

[triplexdoublex]

I was reading through your blog and saw someone mention after care

What is aftercare

Aftercare is any kind of care typically given to a Submissive after a BDSM scene . The submissive’s body will have a physiological response to pushing it limits. The surge of adrenaline and endorphins that that causes can lead to an imbalance of chemicals . The rush of those chemicals leaving the body after a scene is what’s known as Sub drop . Cortisol, specifically is the body’s response to stress, which a submissives body definitely experiences during the scene and with prolonged stress the body will continue to produce cortisol which can compromise your immune system. After a scene it’s common for subs to feel Lethargic, dizzy, weak, disoriented and nauseous ect. They may also be sore from being bound, whipped, and spanked ect. They may also feel, mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted or even disconnected from their partner or their own body. Aftercare provide by their dom should help them safely come back down from the high. It can be anything from cuddling and massage (which produces oxytocin and creates a sense of wellbeing and triggers dopamine production) to drawing or giving their submissive a bath, also getting them a snack and water/gatorade/ orange juice to replenish their body. This is also a time to tend to any cuts, abrasions, bruises, and any other mark or small injuries. Arnica creme can be used to reduce pain, swelling and discoloration of bruises. Doms can also experience Top drop and may need aftercare as well depending on how strenuous the session was for them , such as prolonged flogging of their sub ect which could lead to exhaustion. If both Sub and Dom need aftercare it’s best to have a third party be responsible for it.

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Jamie, asking this here because the world needs to know. Boxing Fic? 👀😭

HELLO!

Thank you for asking this and apologies for the delay in response (I’ve been trying to figure out some kind of a tangible answer to this question). I’m hoping to be ready to start posting it in early Spring! Tentatively I wanna say March? I’m working on a schedule to start reading and editing from tomorrow! Very exciting (and absolutely terrifying yay). Thank you for asking! Please enjoy a small snippet from the opening chapter. 💛💛💛

“You got skills,” Judd tells him. Carlos nods, doesn’t know if he can speak. They’re both still angled towards the mirror, and from the periphery of his vision, something draws his gaze back into the glass. TK pushes himself away from the wall, meets Carlos’s eye for a fleeting moment before he looks down instead. TK turns away, trainers squeaking against the floor as he walks away, until he turns back into the alcove he’d emerged from, and disappears back through the doorway. The door falls shut with a clatter behind him, and all the adrenaline and all the endorphins rushing through Carlos’s system are swallowed whole by the sound. Instead, something sinks in his chest. Carlos feels his lips part, as if stunned, as if wishing he knew what to say if it hadn’t already been too late. He meets Judd’s eye in the glass, and finds that even his smile is dimmer than a moment ago.

“Did I out-box him or something?” Carlos asks, schooling his heart into the guise of someone else’s once more. It’s not the question he wants to ask, but it’s close enough. Either way, he’s left with the feeling that he’s done something wrong. It shouldn’t bother him. After all, Judd clapped him twice on the back with an open hand – an undeniable sign of approval. He’s achieving exactly what he was sent here to do. So far so good. The fact that he’s upset a stranger he knows only by initials – a person he wasn’t even expecting to find here – shouldn’t be niggling away beneath his ribs like this. But it is.

“Don’t mind him,” Judd says. “Gets a little temperamental every now and again.

[shelbyroundthemountain]

I’ve just been dying for more Clack angst non graphic nsfw under the cut

I’ve been thinking about if Zack got to stay at the end of rebirth and him and cloud get to have sex for the first time and it’s great. It’s intimate and a little awkward but once they get in a rhythm it’s absolutely mind blowing. Maybe a little too much bc after Zack finishes he just starts crying. The rush of endorphins, the adrenaline, the fact that they’re both actually alive and together.

Cloud freaks a little and Zack confirms that he didn’t hurt him. Cloud tries to move away anyways but Zack grabs him. They’re happy tears, but everything feels so raw rn and Cloud is just so warm. Cloud settles back down and holds Zack all night. Running his fingers through his hair and occasionally talking with him.

I just really need Zack to get some premium catharsis where he gets to be held.

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb SFW - Day 9

This was really hard to write as SFW, and without just recreating the whole scene. I also didn't include any part of it in ATG so perhaps assume this is what should have happened somewhere in the early story? I will write some proper spice with our ATG Tav and Abdirak at some point, but we will see when~ Slight CW on this for violence, implied trauma, talk of scars, blood, and the general heavier emotions and physical pain that come with the territory with Abdirak. ----- -----

9. Meeting Abdirak, the Loviatar priest in Goblin Camp

There was something about the look in his eyes that felt far softer than the brutal outfit he wore, adorned with a myriad of viciously sharp spikes and barbs. Abdirak, he introduced himself, even as he saw right through to the depths of the suffering in her soul. 

Tav felt in that one moment as if her entire heart had been bared before steel blue eyes that seemed to be their own pale mirror to the scars that ran deeper than her skin. 

“Dear One.” An endearment that was uttered both with softness and intensity, woven through his conversation as he explained the devotions and their purpose. Each word he spoke was laced with danger, even as he offered to alleviate agony by providing it. 

“I must see this, don’t you dare say no.” Astarion’s encouragement was hardly needed - Tav was familiar with the potential for peace to blossom in pain’s wake, how the sensation of the body could momentarily silence the screams in a troubled mind. 

“Very well.” She had easily agreed, taking off her armour in the next moment. “I assume this will not be needed?” 

“You are bold, Dear One, this will be fun…for both of us. Choose, which do you wish to feel?” Abdirak gave her the options, weapons spread across a table, each with the potential for a different sensation of pain. 

Whether her flesh was bludgeoned, slashed, or pierced, one thing was for certain. The devotions to the goddess Loviatar would not be for the faint of heart. 

When she had faced the wall, Tav braced and centred herself, bringing the pain of her mind as close to the surface as she dared, praying it could be washed away. She held strong against the first blow, feeling the heat of blood pooled beneath the surface of her skin in fresh bruises that went deep into her muscles, alongside a hot trickle on the surface.

It wasn’t enough, and her boldness reared its head with all the ill-deserved confidence of a drunken farmer poking a fully grown and soon to be enraged owlbear with a wooden sword. But the priest seemed to like that, demanding more of her even as the vampire goaded them both on. 

Gale looked concerned, but did not look away, while Lae’zel kept silent watch over the proceedings as if it was as normal as eating a sandwich in the park.

Tav felt the rush as the pain crashed into her from the second strike, her knees shaking, her voice defying her efforts to hold it in, and her mind betraying her body as she once more proclaimed Abdirak’s efforts insufficient. 

His laugh echoed around the cold stone walls of what should have been a torture chamber, the joy and excitement at fully devoting his mind and her body to his goddess taking over.

Tav remained on her feet, holding firm, a peaceful haze beginning to blur the edge of her mind as her brain fought to soothe her body with a flood of adrenaline and endorphins to quieten overwrought nerves. And yet again…she demanded more.

It wasn’t enough, not until her senses were drowned with the bliss of the loving hand of Loviatar’s devotions. 

Abdirak’s praise was exuberant, declaring her to be a most worthy recipient of his Maiden’s blessings. His hand, now free of a weapon, drew her back to the moment, to the room they were in, with a delicate touch on her shoulder. She barely registered his voice at first, feeling like the blood that trickled down her back even now carried with it a deeper anguish from her heart, all ready to be washed away. 

“Dear One…that was exquisite.” Finally, his words could reach further than the pointed tips of her ears.

“That was… I apologise, I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. Should not have taunted and belittled your skill.” She was still breathing hard, even as Loviatar’s blessing wound around her with his casting. “Thank you. There’s… There was a weight that has been eased.”

He passed her a potion, bidding her to drink. “Thank you, Dear One, for a fine offering to Loviatar. She is quite pleased, as am I. It is rare I find one so willing to endure the force of her affection, even for so short a time.” 

“There’s still…it isn’t all gone.” She looked up at him hopefully, even as her flesh began to knit back together.

“Now, don’t be greedy, my sweet and penitent child. You have had your share for today.” He gestured to his own body, the scars and bruises marking every limb with the evidence of agonised devotion. “Besides which, it will never all be gone. Your suffering remains a part of you, much as you try to run from it, to hide from it, there it will remain.”

She frowned, looking closer up and down, noting how some wounds were fresh and other scars looked many years older. “Is that why you are so devoted, even now?”

“Partially.” He replied, neatly dodging the main question. “It can be alleviated, for a time, but it is the full breadth of your experiences that makes you who you are, the memory informs you how to act. Pain teaches valuable lessons, be sure to learn from them.”

“I’ll try…” She sighed, strapping armour on over deep bruising. “Where will you go? After your business here, that is.”

“Wherever I am needed, Dear One. But I do hope our paths have the good fortune to cross again.” Abdirak smiled, cleaning the blood from his weapon with a leather cloth. “Perhaps next time your audience would like their turn.”

Tav almost doubled over laughing when she saw the pale elf somehow turn even paler beside her. 

“Yes, well, lovely as it has been we really should be going. Come along, darling, don’t we have a fool to save next door?” Astarion was already guiding her towards the door as she pulled the last straps of her armour tight. 

“Oh, Abdirak? You may wish to leave a little sooner. It might become less friendly around here soon, I wouldn’t want to see you hurt. At least, not in a way you didn’t choose.” She grinned over her shoulder as he nodded his thanks. It might not have been the most appropriate time for humour, but the truth was her heart felt lighter than it had in over a century.

[vel0city]

◎ Do you ever regret being a hero?

    The guilt builds up inside of her, bubbling like boiling tar pits, feeling like the acid in her belly were going to eat through her stomach lining-- she felt the way her muscles tensed, her jaw clenching and grinding her molars-- the way she could distinctly feel each and every strand of fur raise on her body... Suddenly she was viscerally aware of her body, her meat sack that she was. The body that held her wayward spirit--trapped inside this shell that everybody had an opinion about--

    The blue blur shakes her head, trying to be cool about it, trying to make it look like she's just getting her bangs out of her face, but her carefully crafted mask was cracking a bit. Why was she having such a hard time keeping this together? Come on, girl, you're embarrassing yourself here! You're supposed to be cool and collected, what're people gonna think when they see you being so afraid? How are people supposed to have hope if you're so...

    Scared?

    Tears were burning, threatening to roll down her cheeks-- NO NO NO, don't start CRYING, don't do that HERE-- What if somebody SEES?! Then they'll be WORRIED, and then they'll have to look AFTER YOU, Vel! Everybody's got problems and yours are SO LITTLE! What have you got to complain about!? Oh it's SOOO HAAARD being a HERO, being BELOVED BY EVERYBODY. Come on, Vel, snap out of this stupid fit, you need to get your head in the game! Your fans are counting on you!

    Velocity could feel her heart rate quickening, feel like her blood was turning into acid, feel like everything was both too loud, and too quiet... not quiet, DISTANT. Her vision, her hearing, it felt completely separate from her, and her world was starting to spin. She crushed her ears to her head with her palms, eyes shutting tight as her knees hit the ground. Vel's breathing was suddenly very shallow and quick, and her chest burned from the inside out. Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, everyone's going to see--

    "Yes, OKAY!? I hate it, is-- there I SAID it, is that what you WANTED? I hate it-- I hate how everything is my fault, whether I do everything right, there's always-- always something else and if I don't fix it, it doesn't get FIXED! Eggman locked me in solitary confinement on his stupid death egg FOR MONTHS, and the second I get out of there, everybody's like 'OH WOW VEL'S OKAY, NOW WE CAN FIGHT BACK AND SAVE THE WORLD, OUR HOPE IS ALIVE!'" She spits out, grabbing at her own throat, shocked by how ugly her voice sounded, how angry and hateful... the bitterness was cringe-inducing. She felt her body wrack with anxiety, but the adrenaline was also... giving her waves of relief, too. Like the rush of endorphins after moving a pulled muscle OUT of its pained position.

    "I'm not-- I'm not even a PERSON to any of these people! They didn't wanna save me, they wanted to save themselves, and-- and they just needed their SYMBOL back-- They didn't want ME! They never wanted me! I didn't ask to be anybody's HOPE, I just-- I stepped up because nobody else did! That's all it's ever been! I step up, 'cause I care, and how do I get repaid???"

    "Ooooh, Vel, were you reaaaaaaaaaally tortured for six months on the Death Egg? You look fine to me! Oooooh, Vel, nobody can tell you're a girl you need to diversify your look! Ooooooh, Vel, being a girl is more than just having long eyelashes and a flashy hairstyle! Oooh, Vel, you hang out with so many guys, are you ashamed of bein' a girl? OoOooh, Vel, are you always hanging out with the boys because you can't get a boyfriend?" OooooOOooh, Vel, YOU SHOULD KILL DR EGGMAN if you REALLY CARED!'" She's doing a very silly falsetto as she speaks, standing up and wiggling her fingers, clearly letting her smaller resentments mix in with the more traumatic elements of her life, "OOoohh, Vel, if you REALLY cared about saving people, WHY HAVEN'T YOU KILLED DR EGGMAN YET?"

    The blue hedgehog stomps her foot down on the ground, digging her fingertips into her head quills, practically screaming out her answer, to someone who wasn't really there, but clearly had affected her a lot,

    "IF YOU THINK IT'S SO EASY, THEN YOU DO IT! Why does it have to be ME!??!!? I don't LIKE killing anybody, I don't-- I don't WANT to do it! I'd always, ALWAYS rather find another way-- It's a last resort, and-- and I don't want to kill him! I hate him, I hate everything he's done to me, done to my friends, done to this FREAKING PLANET, but I still don't-- I still don't want his lifeless STARE haunting the rest of my LIFE!"

    "I don't INVITE him to do the things he does, I just know that if I don't stop him, LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE WILL! You guys all PROVED THAT when he took over the world!!! It's NOT FAIR! It's not fair that I'm somehow-- I'm somehow responsible for EVERYBODY's happiness! What about MY happiness!? What about ME? Why can't you just-- FIGURE OUT your OWN baggage and take life into your OWN HANDS!!! I'm JUST! ONE! GUY! I don't spare him 'cause-- 'cause I HATE everybody, I just don't want his blood on my hands and-- and I know he'll go out and-- and cause even more problems but--"

    Velocity sits down on the ground, her knees pressed tight to her chest as she continues to dig her fingertips against her quills. With every throb of her heart, she swears she can feel the live-wire that her nervous system currently is.

    "But it can't be me. I can't do it. I'm sorry, I know, that makes me the worst hero ever, but I-- I just can't do it."

[ don't reblog, but feel free to have your character witness it on the dash ]

[1-sadistic-lover-1sl]

Subspace is a unique and intense experience that can be both physically and emotionally transformative for submissives.

Well I’m still having a lot of fun with these “Back to Basics” posts so let’s dive into one of my favourite topics, subspace. In a later article I might delve into the really nerdy side of subspace and list all the chemical processes the brain goes through and how to induce them but for now let’s stick with the 101 level.

Subspace is a term that is commonly used in the BDSM community to describe an altered state of consciousness that can occur during intense scenes of domination and submission. This state is often described as a feeling of euphoria, detachment, and transcendence. It is believed to be caused by a combination of physiological and psychological factors. During a BDSM scene, the submissive partner may experience a rush of endorphins and other hormones, such as adrenaline and cortisol. This can cause a state of heightened arousal and altered perception. The release of these hormones can lead to a dissociative state, where the individual feels detached from their body and surroundings. They may experience a sense of time distortion or loss of control. According to a study published in the Journal of Sex Research, subspace is characterized by a decrease in heart rate and blood pressure, as well as a decrease in pain sensitivity and an increase in pain tolerance. The study also found that subspace can have positive psychological effects, such as increased feelings of trust, intimacy, and emotional connection between partners. However, it is important to note that subspace can also be a risky and potentially dangerous state. Individuals may be less aware of their surroundings and more susceptible to injury or harm. It is crucial for BDSM practitioners to establish clear boundaries, communication, and safety protocols before engaging in any activities that may induce subspace. One of the key factors in inducing subspace is the establishment of trust between partners. BDSM activities often involve a power dynamic, with one partner taking on the role of the dominant and the other taking on the role of the submissive. In order for the submissive partner to enter subspace, they must feel safe and secure in the hands of their dominant partner. This requires clear communication, mutual respect, and a deep understanding of each other's boundaries and desires. Another important factor in inducing subspace is the use of pain and/or pleasure as a means of stimulation. BDSM activities often involve the use of physical sensations, such as spanking, flogging, or bondage, to induce a state of heightened arousal and altered perception. The release of endorphins and other hormones in response to these sensations can lead to a dissociative state and the onset of subspace. It is important to note that subspace is not a guaranteed outcome of BDSM activities. It is a highly individualized experience that may or may not occur depending on a variety of factors, including the individual's physical and psychological state, the intensity of the scene, and the level of trust and communication between partners. In conclusion, subspace is a complex and multifaceted phenomenon that can have both positive and negative effects on individuals engaged in BDSM activities. While further research is needed to fully understand the physiological and psychological mechanisms underlying subspace, it is important for practitioners to prioritize safety, communication, and informed consent in all BDSM interactions. By establishing clear boundaries and mutual respect, partners can explore the potential benefits of subspace while minimising the risks associated with this altered state of consciousness.

The more you know 😜

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5 Reasons Why Banana Boat Rides in Dubai Will Make Your Vacation Unforgettable!

When planning a trip to the stunning city of Dubai, one cannot miss the exhilarating water activities offered in the breathtaking surroundings of the Dubai Marina. Among the numerous exciting options, the banana boat ride stands out as a must-try experience. This fun-filled water activity is suitable for all ages and promises unforgettable moments for both families and groups of friends. In this blog, we'll delve into five compelling reasons why a banana boat ride in Dubai  will make your vacation extraordinary!

1. Thrill and Adventure Seekers' Paradise

Dubai is renowned for its luxurious lifestyle and extravagant experiences; however, if you're seeking adventure, you won't be disappointed. The banana boat ride is a thrilling water sport that combines speed and excitement. As you're towed across the azure waves in a banana-shaped inflatable boat, brace yourself for a wild ride! The combined sensation of bouncing on the water while feeling the warm sun on your skin creates an instant adrenaline rush that can be captivating and exhilarating. Whether you're flying solo, with family, or on a trip with friends, this vibrant ride ensures laughter and screams will fill the air and leave you with amazing memories.

2. A Spectacular View of the Dubai Skyline

One of the unique advantages of engaging in water activities in Dubai Marina is the breathtaking backdrop of the city's skyline. As you speed across the water on a banana boat, you'll have the chance to capture stunning views of famous landmarks such as the Burj Al Arab and the incredible skyscrapers that line the Marina. The contrast of the sparkling blue waters with the glittering skyline creates a picturesque atmosphere that is perfect for a memorable vacation. Don't forget your camera! Your banana boat ride promises ample photo opportunities that will make your friends envious when you post them on social media!

3. Perfect for Everyone

Whether you're traveling with family, friends, or even on a solo adventure, the banana boat ride caters to all. It doesn't matter if you are a seasoned water sports enthusiast or a novice; this exciting ride offers tons of fun for everyone involved. Safety equipment, including life jackets, is always provided, allowing you to enjoy the experience without any worries. The ride usually accommodates multiple riders, which means you can share the excitement with your loved ones. This makes it a fantastic bonding experience, elevating your beach vacation to new heights.

4. A Wellness Boost for Mind and Body

While vacations are typically about leisure and fun, engaging in water activities can provide significant health benefits. Participating in a banana boat ride involves physical exertion that helps to strengthen your core muscles and improve balance, especially as you try to hold on during sudden turns or waves. Moreover, the sheer joy and excitement of being out in nature can significantly boost your mood, relieving stress and increasing endorphins. This fun encounters with friends or family can forge stronger bonds while simultaneously keeping you active. After all, what can be more refreshing than a splash of seawater and the warm sun on your skin?

5. Easy Accessibility and Various Options

Dubai is a hub of water sports, and the abundance of available options makes banana boat rides easily accessible. If you search for watersports activities in Dubai, you'll find numerous operators offering thrilling banana boat rides at competitive prices, from beginner-friendly options to more challenging ones. These operators ensure that your experience is both fun and safe. Most ride packages also include complimentary safety gear and sometimes even offer a photo service, capturing those exciting moments on the water.

Along with banana boat rides, there are stunning opportunities for other water activities in Dubai Marina, such as jet skiing, parasailing, and paddle boarding. You could spend an entire day indulging in various aquatic adventures, making your vacation even richer and more diverse. With so many water sports near by, you can easily combine experiences for an unforgettable day out in the Dubai sun!

If you're still contemplating how to elevate your vacation experience in Dubai, look no further than the thrilling banana boat ride! Whether it's the excitement of a wild ride on the water, awe-inspiring views of the Dubai skyline, or creating unforgettable moments with friends and family, this activity undoubtedly checks all the boxes for an unforgettable trip.

From its accessible and exciting nature to the physical and mental wellness benefits it offers, the banana boat ride is not just an activity—it's a thrilling adventure that enhances your overall vacation experience. So, be sure to include a banana boat ride in your itinerary and embrace the unforgettable fun that awaits you in Dubai!

Additional Information for Travelers

- Best Time to Go: For optimum weather conditions, consider planning your boat ride early in the morning or late in the afternoon when temperatures are cooler.

- What to Bring: Sunscreen, water, a hat, and a waterproof camera are ideal items to bring along.

- Duration: Most banana boat rides last around 15 to 30 minutes, but don't be shy to explore longer packages if you're eager for extra fun!

Dive into the splendor of Dubai's aquatic adventures and make your vacation truly remarkable—start with a banana boat ride today!