#and 'partly bc what i wrote was looked at'

[waterfallofspace]

HI HELLO i saw you reblogged this and the most memorable scene (s) from the fics you’ve written were

1. I will always always always remember that first Tamaki fic where he smiled at that kid after the fight

2. Tddk fic where they were at the mall and Shoto said something like i just love to see your beautiful mind at work (ROMANTIC!!!!!!!!!! RAAAAAA)

i know neither of those are snz centric but with (1) i just though that was such a beautiful beautiful scene to give Tamaki, bc it shows like how much he’s looked up to even though he’s so nervous and like!! he deserves that!! and with (2) i feel like that just really shows how deeply shoto adores izuku and how lost he loves to get when izuku rambles and i think that’s so special!!!

3. also i just remembered this but omfg that fic where toge was like cursed speeching gojo and NANAMI TOLD MEGUMI TO GIVE GOJO A BREAK HE HAS IT HARD ENOUGH BUT THEN WAS LIKE “give me my camera” AHHHHHH 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

Ahh hi hello back~!!!!

omg 😭 asjdoiakgk I didn't expect replies, let alone three moments in a reply, so thank you!!!! That T/amaki one.... gahhhh, I'm so glad you liked it!! He's such a cute lil bean, and I just... Honestly I really wanted to capture more then just 'anxiety' in his personality/character, so I'm so glad it came through 💗💗 (and i just love lil romantic nonsense like the td/dk one hehe~)

The phoneeee 😭😂 Hahahaha thank you~ I love that side of N/anami. The proper 'hey, cut it out' but mixed with the playful 'but send me those later'

Thank you for sending this innnnn I love you~💗🥰

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[lokilysolbitch]

i ran out of room in the tags but i want to make it known that this was only a small percentage of the things that got predicted. it's my turn to write a chapter now and i want my character to get a tattoo of 9 knives down her back bc it's a tarot reference but i'm afraid of what that might cause so i have not written said chapter. im literally just scared

Shout out to the day i killed the queen via AO3, legendary (name of the fanfic is jigens sick adventure, yes it is a sickfic)

[kisseobie]

piwon’s reaction to reader squirting? 🫠

p1harmony reacting to making you squirt

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: unprotected sex (don’t do this lolz), cunnilingus (fem. receiving), crying, squirting (duh), rough sex, degradation, spanking, fingering, masturbation, mentions of piss, corruption, i think that’s the bulk of it?

a/n: apparently user kisseobie is the biggest whore on the planet bc i started writing this the minute i saw the notification in my inbox.. i couldn’t help myself from doing full fledged reactions sorry …. also i believe in pussy slapping keeho supremacy .. also don’t ask why i wrote so much i wasn’t planning on it….

❤︎ keeho

the two of you are sat on the soft carpet of keeho’s bedroom, your bare back pressed up against his clothed chest. your boyfriend has one hand tightly holding your face in place, forcing you to stare at the mirror in front of you and watch as his other hand descends between your thighs. his rough fingers gather your slick and you mewl in response, to which he gently pushes his fingers into your cunt. he may be an attentive lover, but he’s not the most patient, and his rigorous pace of fucking his digits into you is almost immediate, causing you to whine and thrash against him. “mm kyo, ‘s too much!” is the only coherent sentence you can get out of yourself as keeho ignores your pleas to slow down, only quickening the pace of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy. your eyes screw shut as your boyfriend’s hot breath hits your right ear, and with his mouth so close to your face, you can properly hear his quiet grunts and curses, the only indication that he’s not nearly as composed as he’s attempting to seem. when he notices that your eyes aren’t on your reflection anymore, he gives your clit a firm spank that makes you scream and jolt in surprise. “fuckkkkkk, no more p-please i can’t take it!!” you squeal, eyes shutting once again, partly because keeho’s assault on your pussy is salivating, and partly because your humiliated, humiliated that he’s capable of forcing you into submission so quickly, and how you sit in front of him fully naked while your boyfriend watches you, fully clothed and composed.

you can’t stop shaking and sobbing against him. he eventually lets you lay your head back on his shoulder as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, but his fingers never still. “look at you,” he coos, “haven’t even stuffed you with my dick yet and you’re drooling all over yourself. you’re so fucking nasty y/n” he taunts, only egging himself on with every insult. if you ignore his command to look at yourself, he once again grabs your chin and forces you to, laughing under his breath at your tears and dumbed out expression as you try your best to listen to your boyfriend’s next words. “need you to come for me, can you do that angel? you gonna cum around my fingers? gonna make a mess all over me?” he sweetly asks you, a heavy contrast to the pad of thumb currently drawing circles into your puffy clit. you can only nod in reply, feeling a more intense orgasm bubbling in your tummy and before you can warn him, keeho lands another slap against your mound that pushes you over the edge. you’re floating, vision white and toes curled as you writhe against kyo’s fingers. minutes pass by and you finally come back to your senses, feeling keeho laying pecks all across your bare shoulders as you slump into him, and that’s when you notice that there are spritz and drops of what seems to be liquid on keeho’s mirror, pooled on the carpet below you, and scattered across the smooth skin of your thighs. you can hear keeho’s heavy pants, and when you turn to apologize for the mess you’ve made, your words get stuck in your threat as you realize that your boyfriend didn’t mind one bit, quite the opposite actually. he’s on top of you in seconds, laying your back against the now damp carpet as he stares at you with a wild, lust-driven look on his face.

“think i can make you squirt around my cock next, pretty?”

“wait kyo! won’t fit, it won’t fit!” is your reply, but do you really think he gives a care in the world? he’ll make it fit, and he’ll draw those waves out from you until you’re both spent and soaked in your sweet juices <3

❤︎ theo

“wait so you’ve never..?”

“nope. i don’t think every girl can”

it started with an unserious conversation about your personal sexual experiences, a topic your new boyfriend was very curious about. for the most part, the atmosphere was lighthearted as you and theo took turns interrogating eachother, but a specific question asked by your boyfriend leads to you admitting that a guy has never made you squirt, much less orgasm before, to which theo shakes his head in denial. he’s hesitant to believe you, half anticipating you to laugh it off and tell him you were just joking. however, when you meet his quizzical look with a blank stare, his mind starts to drift to more dangerous depths. always competitive in nature, taeyang takes your underwhelming sexual past as a challenge, and his demeanor shifts to one consumed by lust within seconds. he suddenly wants to show you everything, wants you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, wants to mark you as his and become the only boy you could ever desire.

an hour later, he has you bouncing on and creaming his cock, giving you your third orgasm of the night. shows you all he has to offer, from his skillful fingers and tongue, to his massive dick that fills you up so well, so well that a bulge appears in your tummy. he’s addicted to your taste, your moans, your begs, and fucks you so good that it’s almost unbelievable that this is your first time together. slaps your ass and gropes your tits like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. not only is taeyang ridiculously good at sex, he’s also got the dirtiest mouth on him. can’t stop the expletives and praises dripping off his tongue like honey, telling you things like “so tiny, you sure this isn’t your first time sweetheart? if my fingers can’t fit, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?”. is borderline snarling everytime you gasp at a new sensation, and he knows right away that he’s got you hooked. your willingness to take whatever he gives you unlocks a corruption kink in him that he didn’t know was there. obsessed with the way that everytime he pulls out, your hips move on their own to chase the feeling of him filling you up again. you have such cute reactions to everything he’s giving to you, but his favorite by far is your begs for him to fuck you deeper, harder, fill you up with his seed. theo is so shameless, he doesn’t even care that your neighbors can probably feel your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, wants them to know that the innocent pretty girl next door is getting defiled.

currently, he has you with your face down and ass up, posing all pretty for him and showing off your little hole, still dripping with his cum as he lines up his length with your pussy lips and pushes in. you love how degrading this position in, how you’re completely at his mercy like this, dizzy with want as you drool at the thought of coming around his dick again. theo lands another firm smack against your ass cheek, and your legs buckle up from the pain and pleasure. you’re twitching against him, getting addicted to the way your body is being tossed around like a ragdoll, as if you were made to be taeyang’s personal cocksleeve. he pounds into you like it’s nothing, and it sends blood rushing to your core. you silently thank the heavens for blessing you with a boyfriend like theo when you feel another climax approaching, all whilst theo continues to assault your cunt and use you like a cum dump. just when you believe theo couldn’t make you feel any better, his hand slips in between your legs to draw circles into your clit, and you feel the knot in your tummy tear in one firm snap that has you shaking, gripping onto anything within your reach to try to ground yourself as he works you through your nth orgasm of the night. your arousal leaks out of you, dripping and splashing onto theo’s pelvis and your sheets, and it just doesn’t stop spilling. you can hear your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction, filling you up once again and pounding irregularly as you both ride your highs together. after a few moments, taeyang’s thrusts slow to lazy grinds until you push your hips away, pleading him for “noooo, no more yangie.. too sensitive..” as he just watches you escape his grip in amusement. your boyfriend gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, massaging little shapes into your skin to ease any pain he may have caused earlier. when you’ve finally descended back to planet earth, you turn to look at theo with a face of disbelief, and he grins and leans in to kiss you, pulling off your lips just as quick to stare at you, still smiling mischievously. then he’s sitting up on your bed again, fingers moving dangerously close to your wetness as you widen your eyes at his next words.

“what was that you said earlier, my baby doesn’t think she can squirt? but look at you now.. so messy, want me to clean you up? hm? think you can take it?”

❤︎ jiung

“shhh pretty, gotta stay quiet ok? don’t wanna get us in trouble, do you?” jiung taunts as he lazily strokes himself to the view of you playing with your cute pussy. you’ve never felt so vulnerable before, burning up at the intensity of his gaze as you muster up enough courage to spread your legs wider in order to please him. when jiung asked you to show him how you touch yourself when he’s on tour earlier, you didn’t expect to be so shy, but another part of you feels empowered at how the sight of you playing with yourself is making him lose all of his composure. although you’re currently at his dorm, and are aware that the rest of the boys are also here, the risk of them hearing you doing something so dirty is exhilarating. your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind either, completely detached from his surroundings and focused on the way you work 3 fingers into your hole, the way it gapes and swallows your digits. he’s breathing heavily in between his instructions, gaze dark as he continues to fuck up into his own palm. ji has always been so sweet with his praises, and everytime he calls you something as simple as pretty, you move your fingers a tad bit faster to chase your release. you’re about to inform him that you’re close, but he beats you to it by forcefully pulling your fingers away from your cunt, replacing them a few moments later with his own. jiung’s pace is less forgiving, and your control over the volume of your voice starts to waver as curls his fingers inside of you. the sensation of his ministrations, paired with the fear that any of his members could catch you in this position results in an odd buildup in your stomach. you’ve experienced earth shattering orgasms with your boyfriend before, but there is something different about the way this one is building up, and for a moment you’re terrified you’re about to piss all over his fingers and sheets. you remove one of your hands from it’s grip on his pillow and grab at jiung’s wrist instead in a panic, attempting to push him away and warn him but he doesn’t stop, in fact he only quickens his pace and scrunches his brows in concentration as you start to writhe and tremble. “ji wait! ah, fuck!” are the last words that leave your lips before you feel yourself gush all over his hand, and your eyes roll back as warm drops escape your womanhood.

your embarrassment of peeing yourself, despite how good it felt, snaps you out of the afterglow of your orgasm quicker than usual, and you’re about to apologize to the boy in front of you profusely but he cuts you off with “baby, you squirted”. when you look up at his face, he’s smiling so big, as if he’s a child that was just given a bucket of candy on halloween. “i uh, are you sure?” is the lame response that comes out of your mouth in a sigh, and you’re honestly relieved that you didn’t pee yourself and slightly less mortified at how quick you came because of your boyfriend’s pleased reaction. he just giggles in response and leans in to kiss you all over your face, his excitement is contagious, causing you to laugh along with him. “i didn’t even know i could do that..”

just when jiung is about to respond, loud knocking can be heard against his door. “you guys are so loud, can you please not fuck like rabbits when other people are here? some of us enjoy some peace and quiet”. you recognize the disgruntled voice as keeho’s, and although you’re a bit ashamed, your boyfriend just ignores the inquiry and kisses you again, fingers making their way back to your cunny as you sigh at the contact.

“keeho’s got some nerve if he thinks i’m gonna leave you alone tonight after you just squirted in front of me”

❤︎ intak

in true puppy nature, intak is obsessed with giving you backshots. doggystyle is his favorite position, he loves the way he gets full access to the sight of your bare back glistening with sweat as you praise how well he’s fucking you. tak is addicted to how your ass jiggles everytime your pelvis’ hit against each other, how he just has to peer downwards to see the ring of your frothy cum around his fat cock. yeah, intak loves giving you backshots, a fact so obvious that you’ve started to wear the skimpiest skirts around him, just to lure him into taking what you know he always wants.

tonight is no different. you’re sitting at your vanity, spritzing some of intak’s favorite scent of perfume onto your wrists and on the nape of your neck, adding minor touch ups to your full glam, and most importantly, sliding on the shortest skirt you’ve ever owned. the material clings onto the shape of your bum, and the length is so short that the bottom curve of your ass is on full display. you haven’t seen your boyfriend in days, and usually that just meant that you would have to do with your vibrator, but recently, the device just wasn’t enough, just didn’t hit the spot like your boyfriend did. to say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. you needed to intak’s girth on your tongue, needed him to open you up and fuck you into next week. therefore, you’ve decided that tonight, you need to look as fuckable as possible. you’re determined to make intak’s jaw drop as soon as he lays his eyes on you, and once you’ve made sure you’re ready, you take one more good look at the mirror, then reach for your phone to check your text notifications. like clockwork, you receive a new message from intak as soon as you unlock your device.

takkie! <3: hi doll :) i’m here

takkie! <3: take ur time tho!

you heart his messages and giggle, thinking about how happy you are to see your boyfriend and spend time with him tonight. being away from him, even for a few days, is always such a bore. even if you plan on getting your insides rearranged in a few hours, just being within tak’s presence is enough to get you excited. as you make your way downstairs, you pull down your shirt just slightly, so your cleavage becomes visible. you slip on some wedges that match the color of your top and make your way towards intak’s bright red convertible, surprising him when you suddenly open the passenger door and plop yourself onto his leather seats. “hi baby! missed you so much!” is how you greet him, leaning in to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. you detach yourself from his face and smile innocently at him, observing the way he ogles your appearance and shamelessly stares at your breasts and legs. once he’s finally got a grip on himself, he smiles at you and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear while responding with “missed you too doll, did you get all pretty jus’ for me?”

you did in fact get all pretty just for him, and you beam with victory as intak pushes your head down onto the surface of his back seats, his cock furiously pounding into you as he breathes heavy. “thought you could wear this shit and not get fucked? you’re so beautiful doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy. fuckkkkk”. tears are streaming down your cheeks, no doubt fucking up your mascara but you couldn’t care less as you internally laugh at the realization that your hunk of a boyfriend is just so easy to rile up, how you have such a big effect on him. he really is losing his mind, pathetically rutting into you like a dog as he leans forward to completely tower over your frame, hands groping your exposed tits as he tilts his head to lay kisses on your right ear. you’re chanting mantras of yes, yes, yes’ as intak plows into your heat, loving how dirty it all is, how everytime you get in the back of his car you’ll remember the feeling of your cum pooling onto his expensive seats. “gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it babe?” is the question that accompanies his sloppy thrusts, and you’re quick to beg for him to cum “inside! wanna feel it takkie”. your boyfriend quickly flips you over onto your back, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing until he enters you again, going at it impossibly faster until he feels the familiar shaking of your legs, the tightening of your cunt around him that signals that you’re close. he’s thrusting so viciously that you’re sure the car is rocking back and forth. intak’s sweat is starting to drip off onto you, and it only pushes you closer to that sweet edge. with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and creaming around him, your juices squirting all over his seats as he pulls out to watch. you’re crying, feeling dazed and confused as to what just happened, embarrassment beginning to sink in and consume you until you look up to see intak’s face. his eyes are focused on your mess, cum weeping out of his tip as he whines louder than he ever has before. without skipping a beat, he’s pressing his cockhead against your clit, slapping it over and over in attempts to draw more juices out of you. he’s so focused, so consumed by lust that his pleas for you to “give me more. one more doll. need to see you squirt again, give it to me” come out hurried and mumbled. you’ve never seen your boyfriend quite this desperate, but it makes you hungrier for more.

long story short, you squirt over his leather seats again and he licks it all up, so your plan was in fact very successful!

❤︎ soul

you and shota have been at this for about a week. for context, it’s been precisely six days since you and your boyfriend lost your virginities to each other. six days ago you allowed soul to see you bare, touch and kiss you wherever he so pleased, and six days ago was the first instance where you realized why your classmates were always so crazy for sex.

so where, may you ask, has your recent deflowering led you to? well, back to your boyfriend’s bed, where your hands pull and tug at his long hair frantically as you search for a release. when you initially decided that you were ready to lose your virginity to soul, you didn’t really know what to expect other than pain. as it turns out, you and shota had such an incredible first time that you’ve spent the entire remainder of the week with your bodies never apart, every moment together being occupied with the two of you exploring each other with your fingers and tongues. it’s become concerning actually, how the loss of your virginity has only led you to become more curious. you want to know of each and every sound you can pull out of your lover, if he whines or groans, if he prefers to fuck into the warmth of your mouth or the plush of your thighs.

so like i said, you and shota have been at this for about a week. currently, he has you on your knees, letting you take the lead as he watches you suck and lick the tip of his heavy cock. you collect his precum into your mouth, smearing some excess onto your lips as you look up to lock eyes with him. sho is definitely pleased, enjoying the attention to his cock more than he’d ever admit out loud. he attempts to hide his groans by biting down on his bottom lip, but it’s no use when you start to bob your head up and down his length with no warning. his resolve is wavering, toes are curling, whines come out more freely as he never dares to break eye contact with you. you love the effect you have on your boyfriend, a fact that has only become evident to you this week during your self-proclaimed “sexcapade”. when shota is close, his length slightly twitches on your tongue and you take the reaction as a sign to release him with a pop!, much to his annoyance. “why’d you stop?” he frustratedly asks you, wincing as if he’s just been punched. “wanna try something…” is the only reply you give soul as the gears turn in your head, and suddenly your latching your hands onto the back of your boyfriend’s thighs and lightly pushing him onto the bed. he has a quizzical expression on his features, but he enjoys that you’re excited to try something new with him, this entire week proving to him that he’d do anything you asked him to, just to see you fall apart and sigh his name. you instruct your boyfriend to lay down flat against your bedsheets, and he follows suit right away, making your heart swoon before you resume your plan. shota opts to stay silent, trusting you with whatever you want to try, and he stays quiet when your putting one leg on either side of his head, dropping your pelvis onto his tongue as you face his cock, continuing to suck him off while he returns the favor to you. this position makes you feel so powerful, like you’re the only one who’s allowed to call the shots. your boyfriend doesn’t have any complaints either, just happy to have your cunt on his tongue and his cock on yours. the two of you work in, for the most part, silence, aside from the occasional groans and moans that slip past your lips when one of you adds additional pressure. every time your tongue presses against the slit of his cock, or your mouth sucks on his fat head, you make mental notes of all of the sounds of pleasure you can hear behind you. your thoughts begin to drift, thinking about how you can’t believe you led shota to doing something so nasty, something you would most likely see in a corny porno, but as he laps and slurps at your pussy lips, you decide you couldn’t care less. soul is very good at giving head, another epiphany you have had this week, which excites you a little too much. you’re pulled back into reality from your thoughts, however, when your boyfriend uses his teeth to slightly nip at your clit, putting enough pressure to make you squeal.

“sho! god keep doing that.. ‘s good, feels sooooo good!” is what breaks the silence in your bedroom, and soul is nothing if not a quick learner. he continues to flatten his tongue against the groove of your vaginal lips, top to bottom until he reaches your little bud, then biting at it to get another pleasured noise out of you. he goes a little overboard with the biting, but you only push against his mouth, so he figures it must feel good and continues to please you. you on the other hand, have completely abandoned shota’s cock, too preoccupied with noticing how different the coil in your pelvis feels, how much more intense it builds up until it finally snaps, and what follows is only describable as pure bliss. you’re loud, moans are wanton as you grind your hips onto shota’s tongue, riding out your high when you realize that you feel a lot wetter than you would with your typical orgasm. you finally lift your pussy off of shota’s face and the sudden change of position makes you aware of the cum splattered on the side of your cheek, signifying that your boyfriend got a little too excited by your climax. you pivot your body to face him, mostly to make sure you didn’t go too overboard, and are met with shota’s pretty face, glistening with a strange wetness that you soon realize is yours. you stare at your boyfriend as he begins to lick at his own mouth and chin, eyes darkening as he grabs and kisses you messily. you can taste your essence on your own tongue and whine at how desperate shota is being, how your explosive orgasm has begun to show you a side of soul you didn’t know existed. the rest of the night is spent with your boyfriend making you squirt over and over again hehe <3 he lives to make you feel good

❤︎ jongseob

“need to feel you, ah! in me seobie, please! wan’ your cock in me sooo bad, please put it in?”

the pathetic words that come out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping yourself have the biggest effect on the boy under you. you’re currently straddling your boyfriend, grinding your panty-clad cunt on the outline of his dick, staining seob’s sweatpants with a small patch of your wetness. you don’t know why you’re feeling especially needy today, but seeing your boyfriend after a hard, long week of class makes you crave to be filled up by him. jongseob looks up at you in astonishment, lips forming a cute little “o” as his hands are placed tightly on both sides of your waist. he take this time to admire how sexy you look like this, grinding on him in only a crop top and tiny pair of panties. he could definitely get used to the view, and has to bite back pathetic moans of his own from escaping his plush lips, wanting to fully focus on the sounds you make as you hump him like a bitch in heat. he’s about to tell you to slow down, that he’ll take care of you but he needs to stretch you out first, but you’re not patient enough to wait for him to answer your previous pleas. his eyes widen as he watches you huff and pause the roll of your hips, and seob nearly faints when you cross your arms to pull your skimpy top off of your body, or when you hook your fingers under his sweats, pulling them down just far enough to where you can grab at his now exposed dick. to this, he sits up onto his elbows, not wanting to jump into penetrating you without prepping you first.

“princess wait, are you sure? haven’t stretched you out yet, don’t wanna hurt you baby..” he sweetly informs you, making you pause for a minute to look into his eyes. you scan all over his face, how his blonde bangs are now damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, the mole below his eye that you love so much, the heart eyes he’s shooting at you, and his pink lips struggling to hold in his heavy breaths. you grab his face with your hands and give him one long kiss on the lips before you pull back to reply, “wanna make it hurt seobie, wanna feel you all up in my guts, please, been thinkin’ about it all day!” and fuck, how is he supposed to tell his princess no when she’s asking for his cock so sweetly? your request is enough initiative for jongseob to flip you over with haste, towering over you as he pinches your panties to the side and slips in, not worried about discarding the rest of his clothes as he’s only concerned with pounding into your cunny until you’re completely filled up to the brim with his seed. his hands are everywhere, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your pretty face, kneading at your tits, until he finally settles one hand on your waist, and the other around your throat. the slight weight and pressure of his hold makes your eyes roll back. “oh my- fuck, yes!! you’re so fucking big seobie!” is what urges your boyfriend to snap his hips even harder into you, his ego boosted by just how loud you are. you’re so responsive, he can feel your pussy tightening around him into a vice grip, as if you want to milk him for everything he has and more. your begs and whines only increase in volume when he dips a finger down to play with your clit, and after a few seconds you’re crashing, melting into him as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. he’s peppering your face in kisses to bring you down from cloud nine, praising you for being so sexy, so good for him. you don’t even realize that this is the first time you’ve squirted in front of your boyfriend until he’s sinking down to level with your cunt, displaying a crazy look in his eyes before he dives in and starts to fuck his tongue into you with as much vigor as he fucked you with earlier. pulls away for a moment to take a good look at your face, and then opening his mouth to say,

“you’re so sexy baby, gonna make you squirt again. you wanted this, right? wanted it so bad and now you’re twitching like you can’t handle it. gon’ fuck you into next week baby, will you let me?”

a/n: i <3 needy piwon

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❤︎

[truetogaia]

my man my man my man

pairing: dom!tsu'tey x bimbo!reader

genre: smut, 18+

notes: I wrote this a while ago and posted it here, but took it down again bc I HATED IT. Anyway, here is Tsu’tey having a soft spot for his dear, needy, bimbo mate.

warnings: mature and explicit themes, face sitting , marking, like some begging, overstim, v penetration (tongue), oral (f receiving), light spanking, use of good girl bc i cant get over it.

Tsu’tey was a serious man, renowned for his stoic and cold demeanor. He didn’t budge for anything, his face always wearing the look of a bored man. However, there was but one who could bring out the person in him. You. He usually despised people who could not be left unsupervised, hated the fact that they were so dependent on other na’vi, couldn’t grasp why they couldn’t fend for themselves. But you were his exception, he would do anything for you, everything. 

And he did. You were the clan's beauty, but not brains. Not very good at hunting, nor healing, nor collecting. Your job consisted of walking around the forest, looking pretty. And Tsu’tey, unexpectedly, loved it. He couldn’t get enough of your cluelessness, your innocence. His want, no his need to be the one you relied on, counted on, came to when you needed something was overwhelming. It was easily noticable in the way he was so overprotective of you, so set on doing everything for you, all that you asked.

Well, tonight you had stood before him with a single request falling from your plush lips, your blue skin hot and sweaty, indicating that your heat had finally started. Yours and Tsu’tey's relationship hadn’t been going on for very long, you hadn’t even mated yet. Partly because you didn't really know what it was, but also because you hadn’t been in heat since the two of you got together. He had though, multiple times, and each time you had offered to help him so obediently, completely oblivious to how vulgar the actions the two of you indulged in were. So obviously, he was going to help when you stood before him, pretty doe eyes staring up at him, asking him for a simple favor.

Now you hovered over him, not daring to put your full weight on his awaiting mouth. This was new to you, you had never experienced anything like this before. And when Tsu’tey had asked you if you wanted to try, it had taken you a good while to understand what he meant. 

Grunting into your soaked cunt, his large hand dealt a smack to your ass. He mumbled into your pussy, sending vibrations through you.

“Sit down, yawne.” His tongue ran over your clit, hands settling on the plush of your hips. He gently pressed you down. You finally sat down on him, though hesitant, but the groan emitting from his chest reassured you. 

“That's a good girl.” Now he could finally do what he wanted. He slipped his tongue into your cunt, flat, big nose rubbing your puffy clit with each roll of your hips. It felt good, too good. You swore you had never felt anything better than this. Your mind was hazy, clouded with a feeling you had never experienced before.

You closed your eyes, soft lashes fluttering with each wave of pleasure your lover's tongue sent through you. Tsu’tey watched as your beautiful face contorted in pure bliss, the way your cheeks dusted with pink, the way your canines gently bit into your plump lips. You were so beautiful, so pretty, yet so oblivious. 

You sucked in a breath as an unfamiliar feeling began building in your lower stomach, freaking out, you looked down to Tsu’tey. His eyes were already on you, hungrily scanning your entire body. The feeling grew and you subconsciously grinded your hips harder against your lover's eager mouth. 

The wet sounds of Tsu’tey’s mouth on your sopping cunt filled your shared hut, forcing a deep purple to settle on your face. A last suck on your clit sent you over the edge, arousal gushing from your cunt. But Tsu’tey didn’t stop, his tongue continued toying with your, now sensitive, bundle of nerves, occasionally lapping up your juices.

“‘Tey plea-” A rough flick to your clit interrupted your sentence. “Please, t’hurts ‘tey” you pleaded, trying to lift yourself off him. But he was stronger than you, and he easily pushed your hips down towards him again. His tongue invaded your insides, ravaged your velvet walls as they spasmed around his wet muscle.

He moaned into you as a series of whimpers and mewls fell from your plush lips. The moan sent a wave of vibrations through your throbbing pussy, ripping another orgasm from your overstimulated body. When Tsu’tey felt your walls flutter around him, he pulled away. 

“There you go, yawne, feel better now?” He asked as your body fell limp against his own. You nodded tiredly as he cradled you, praising you and complimenting your good work. Your eyes shut themselves, your tired body soon dozing off in the arms of your soon-to-be mate.

[claritys-silly-things]

It’s that time again yall

Headcanons! It’s a long one this time

Emetophobia tw

- (I think I can classify this as modern) Rip sodapop curtis you would’ve loved saying “I’m just a girl 🎀”

- Soda never liked haircuts. When he was a small feral child his long hair would get tangled a lot, but he’s tender headed as FUCK so he would scream and cry when his momma brought the brush out. Darry put sodas hair into braids sometimes just for fun and soda didn’t mind bc it kept his hair from getting tangled, and then it didn’t hurt to brush. He’s always had really soft hair and it grows super fast.

- Jealous little soda asksjks (this was about soda being jealous over pony getting attention as a baby but I don’t wanna edit the original ramble I wrote down)

- When ponyboy was born he just kind of STARED. No crying or anything just 👁️👁️. Even Darry cried when he was born. Soda cried a lot.

- Adding on, Darry and pony were pretty quiet babies. They still cried for food and stuff sometimes but not a lot. Soda was a LOUDDD crier, and a frequent one too. It was the type of crying that sounds like it hurts the baby’s throat cause they’re shrieking their head off. Also soda would cry for, like, the first year of his life if he was ever handed to his dad.

- If Johnny survived the fire and got a wheelchair, he’d be running over people’s feet. Constantly. Just because. Or bc they asked for it. Either way, the moment he gets a hang of that wheelchair it is OVER for yall. And probably before that too.

- Ponyboy gets the same. Goddamn. Thing. At EVERY restaurant. Partly because it scares him to order anything else, partly because he’s picky asf. He makes sure it’s there on the menu and has his order memorized by now. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Pepsi please.” He’s tried to ask for other things in the past like eggs, cuz he likes those, but the moment they asked him “how would you like them done” he just stared at Darry because he didn’t know what all the different types of eggs were, and now he’s scared bc he’s taking longer, and the server is still there, so he just got sunny side up eggs and they were slimy and he wanted to go home and cry (based on a true story sadly)

- Basically pony has anxiety and probably autism (so me)

- Ponyboy likes avocado. That’s it that’s the headcanon. It’s like one of the only healthy-ish things he’ll eat.

- Soda gets suuuper nauseous really easily, and pony gets carsick on occasion. So the first time pony went to a theme park, his family was scared that he would throw up like soda. They go on a ride and he’s like “yall im fine dawg.” Soda is jealous bc pony can go on rides unaffected (soda will still go on rides anyways, he just throws up afterwards)

- Pony is the most PALE ASS BITCH you’ve ever seen. He burns soo easily. His face gets red really quickly, no matter what’s going on. The only time he gets the slightest bit darker is when he burns and tans. Two-bit has been like “you ain’t white you translucent” multiple times because in the right lighting you can see pony’s veins. It’s even worse because soda and Darry tan so wonderfully, and pony looks like he had an allergic reaction if he doesn’t reapply his sunscreen when he’s supposed to. I feel like Mrs Curtis is the reason for this, she didn’t tan. Mr Curtis did tho.

- Pony has mild (severe) ocd

- Marcia’s last name is smith she is white-Hispanic on one side and Native American on the other thank you for coming to my TED talk

- Marcia is Cuban and Native American

- Marcia’s full name is Marcia smith that’s it that’s the end

It’s funny cuz I listed these things like three times and just forgot about the other two

- Twobit is Brazilian end headcanon

- Mr Curtis had autism and Mrs Curtis had inattentive adhd

- Mr Curtis was half Mexican on his mom’s side and half Irish on his dad’s side. Mrs Curtis was full Italian-American.

- Darrys the typa guy to make pony and soda turn off a show or movie if it talks about possession or like demonic stuff/soul stealing stuff

- (Modern au) Darry will get a text from ponyboy about something, like “can I go in your room rq” and he sees it but doesn’t actually open the text message until later and like, two hours later he’ll just respond “no” and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

[tycarstairs]

ready to fight for my life for ty blackthorn when twp is released because the way people are already infantilizing and patronizing him bc he’s autistic is so….

no one asked for this but i’ve seen a lot of people have weird takes on his autism so as an autistic woman i need to clear some things up ok 😭 so buckle up, this is gonna be a long one (seriously, it’s long)

the main arguments i’ve seen are: (i’m paraphrasing here btw)

“ty didn’t cry when livvy died but he did cry when kit said he wished he’d never known him so it’s clear that he does love kit.”

and

“ty clearly loves kit because he cried when they argued and it’s hard for autistic people to cry.”

and

“ty gets on my nerves because he didn’t react at all when kit told him he loved him”

like. i do get what you’re saying (with the first one. not the second one, that’s a stereotype, and also not the third one bc that’s just weird), because it does show that ty cares but like. obviously? all his actions before that showed that he cared too.

saying “he cried when him and kit fought but not when livvy died” just comes off as acting like he’s more upset about kit leaving and insulting him than he is about kit dying and that just rubs me the wrong way.

i know this is not common knowledge but autistic people often have delayed processing, especially when we’re grieving because it can be so overstimulating and even when we do grieve, it’s not gonna look the same as when an allistic person grieves.

so, delayed processing:

delayed processing in autism is where you are recording/aknowledge events as they happen, however that information is stored elsewhere in the brain and isn't taken in.

once the brain is ready or has capacity the information is suddenly taken in. this could be hours, weeks, days or even months later.

an example (from justkeepstimming_ on instagram):

An autistic person whose mother died at quite a young age. At the time, when his father was grieving, it did not appear the autistic son was upset.

However, one year after his mother's death, he suddenly processed that she was gone (permanently) and only then started the grieving process.

that example is pretty much exactly what happened with ty in qoaad.

partly, ty didn’t cry when livvy died because he didn’t accept that she was dead. he was so sure that he was gonna bring her back and for a long time, he probably didn’t even consider the fact that he might fail.

after livvy dies, kit says this:

“Everyone had been terrified. Ty would fall apart, they’d thought. Kit remembered Julian standing over Ty as he slept, one hand stroking his brother’s hair, and he’d been praying—Kit didn’t even know Shadowhunters prayed, but Julian definitely had been. Ty would crumble in a world without his sister, they’d all thought; he’d fall away to ashes just like Livvy’s body.”

if ty were allistic, he probably would have reacted like this immediately. and he does react like this eventually when his brain fully processes that the ritual didn’t work, that livvy is actually not coming back:

“Livvy!” Ty didn’t scream the word so much as it was ripped from him; he curled up, hugging himself, as if desperate to keep his body from shattering apart.”

this is when ty actually processes that his sister is gone. so saying, “ty didn’t cry when his sister died but he cried when him and kit fought” as if it’s some really romantic thing that he was sadder about kit leaving than livvy dying (which is not true) is just iffy because it’s such a stereotype and a misconception that autistic people don’t seem to care at all when people die, and way too many people from this fandom are feeding into that so much.

and ty does show is grieving throughout qoaad but because it’s not in the allistic way, a lot of readers don’t recognize it.

(i was actually so positively surprised to see that cassandra clare, an allistic woman, wrote the grieving process for an autistic character—and everything else about being autistic tbh—so well but it gives me so much hope for twp)

for example, autistic people (this is obviously not all autistic people as all autistic people are different but i'm just listing the signs i've seen in ty in qoaad) when they're grieving might show their grief gradually in more subtle ways by hurting themselves, emotionally or physically, which ty does do:

"The only person he was unkind to, Kit thought, was himself."

and we also see in gotsm that ty is continuously punishing himself because he is still grieving. livvy is simultaneously there and dead, and ty has to live with both the grief of her death and the guilt of her being stuck as a ghost.

there's also the fact that kit observes that ty starts keeping secrets and doing things alone, which is also common when trying to process emotions that haven’t fully caught up yet:

“In the past days, though, since Julian and Emma had woken up, Ty had been harder to find. If he was working on something, he hadn’t included Kit in it—a thought that hurt with surprising intensity.”

like. ty is pulling away because he is trying to process everything that’s happening. him excluding kit is very likely a symptom of some kind of delayed grief because it’s very unlike him to exclude kit from anything, as we can see when he says multiple times outright that he doesn’t want to do things without kit.

just because it’s more subtle than breaking down into tears doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel it at all. it’s more likely that he simply feels too much and is shutting down because of it.

and of course his grief is gonna be subtle when he hasn’t even accepted and processed the fact that she’s dead yet.

and yes, he cried when kit told him he wished he’d never met him but that is so different because there was no room for denial. kit told him that word for word, the processing wasn’t delayed this time because there wasn’t really that much to process.

ty truly believed right away that his only friend wished he had never known him, and when livvy died he didn’t accept that she was dead. those things are different and pitting them against each other is weird.

so, onto the second argument/misconception i’ve seen that:

“ty clearly loves kit because he cried when they argued and it’s hard for autistic people to cry.”

this is a misconception stemming from the stereotype that autistic people are emotionless. yes, some autistic people might have a harder time crying because of shutdowns etc. but generalizing it to it’s hard for autistic people to cry is just wrong, especially because this has never been implied about ty in the text.

in fact, it’s the opposite:

“Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.”

so implying that it’s harder for ty to either cry or feel sad is just wrong. kit notes that “every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven”, and this includes ty’s grief. him not crying when livvy died has nothing to do with how much he may or may not be feeling and everything to do with how delayed his processing was.

and the third complaint of ty is frustrating because he didn’t react when kit told him he loved him.

first of all, i don’t know if it’s my autistic ass not understanding allistic people but is it not normal to be in shock when someone tells you they love you in the middle of a necromancy ritual???

and second of all, this scene from city of heavenly fire where julian says “i know it’s hard to understand, ty, but we love you” like it’s supposed to explain their actions and ty reacts like this:

Ty looked at him blankly. He knew what “I love you” meant, and he knew it was good, but he didn’t understand why it was an explanation for anything.”

ty looking at kit blankly in surprise in qoaad is not him “not reacting”, it’s him trying to process 1) what that has to do with anything and 2) why that would be an explanation or an argument as to why ty should stop the ritual.

(it is probably also partly because ty thought kit had feelings for livvy at this point but that’s just speculation so i won’t get into it now)

to kit, this was probably his way of saying that because he loves him, ty can stop the ritual and kit will help him with the aftermath.

to ty, kit’s confession made no sense in that moment because why would kit loving him mean that he should stop the ritual? and this was most likely also the moment when his grief was really starting to kick in, so that just adds to it.

yeah idk if anyone made it to the end but as you can tell, i have a lot to say and i’m tired of people romanticizing ty’s grief.

[iamnmbr3]

hi there! During some weeks i've really become a fan of your drarry posts(sometimes daily;))..they're so detailed and convince one in a way that they can't say "nah, you're delusional..drarry doesn't exist!(platonic or romantic)"..and tbh i agree with 98% of your opinions( 2% is in little details lol)

I have some things to say:

-in room of requirement scene harry asks draco whose wand is this in his hand and draco replied his mother's [i love how he answers with honesty here bc mostly he doesn't answer straightforward..it's obvious to me how much he changed and how exhausted he is:(] then harry laughed, admitting that situation is not funny at all(as far as i remember)...do u think why harry laughed?the only reason in my mind is he missed bickering with draco hahaaaa:)))

-in shrieking shack voldemort told lucius that perhaps draco's decided to befriend harry(i love voldy for this^^)...do you think he told it to terrify lucius or despite draco's fear, he actually saw any sign of draco being inclined to harry and his side and seeing that courage in him to change his side?

-In your last meta you told "I think he definitely doesn't want to admit that there's something in Draco that he's drawn to." This is also about harry describing draco's appearance..there are some ppl that are actually gorgeous( either according to other ppl or harry) like tom riddle, cedric, cho ginny etc & there are some that look ugly(harry makes it quite clear lolll)..and some average face which harry does not bother to describe much more...as far as we're told draco is some sort of average(ofc you can think of him as handsome like i think but he's not that type of handsome that everyone agrees on like cedric..that's what i think)but harry tells good things about his appearance in a very weird way...it looks like he knows he looks good but he doesn't want to confess that directly...

Thanks for reading, keep going!💙

Thank you for this lovely ask! It truly made me smile so much to read your kind words. I'm so glad you've been enjoying my posts! And for the record I never mind if people disagree with me (as long as it's polite; and if it's not, it's the rudeness I mind not the disagreement). Discussion and respect for different opinions is what fandom is all about.

I think you raise some really fascinating points here!

1) In the Room of Requirement scene I think Harry's bitter laughter also kind of parallels Draco laughing humorlessly when they run into each other in book 6 when Harry's on his way to the Quidditch match. I think partly Harry's also just relieving tension and laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation and how they always come back to each other. And yeah I also love how Draco responds honestly to Harry.

Also very notable that when Harry asks why the three of them aren't with Voldemort, Crabbe and not Draco is the one who says that they're going to be rewarded and that they hung back to capture Harry. Draco, who has no problem answering Harry's previous question (about his wand) or his next question (about how they got into the Room) is notably silent here. (I wrote more about his motivations in this scene here btw).

2) This is such an amazing point about the shrieking shack scene that I never thought about. But wow. You're right. Great catch! This bit is actually so interesting. So Voldemort says:

"If your son is dead, Lucius, it is not my fault. He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter?"

This is such a strange and specific thing to say. Sure it could be him just messing with Lucius. But he could've done that in so many other ways. He could've just threatened to kill Draco. Or questioned his loyalty more generally. Voldemort doesn't even say something like "perhaps he has deserted me and fled" or speculate that Draco has betrayed him and joined the flighting against him. He suggests that Draco has "befriended" Harry specifically.

Also in this scene Voldemort is thinking about other things and not really paying attention to Lucius or particularly trying to torment him. Lucius is the one who brings up Draco and this is Voldemort's response to the topic.

We know Voldemort can read minds. Despite Draco's best efforts (which given that he's alive despite saving Harry in the Manor, must have been pretty good) to shield his thoughts something must have leaked through, something that gave Voldemort pause. When Lucius says that Draco would never befriend Harry, Voldemort just gives him a noncommittal response and says: "You must hope not." Which sounds to me like he isn't buying it. And indeed, where does it turn out that Draco is (clearly without orders or permission from Voldemort)? With Harry. And I've already discussed in my other meta why I don't think he was planning on killing Harry or handing him over, despite what Crabbe and Goyle thought.

Voldemort's comments are especially interesting given that right after the Room of Requirement scene Draco is attacked by another Death Eater who also seems to think he's not on their side, despite the fact that Draco's name is well known and he has a Dark Mark. So...what happened to make him think Draco wasn't on their side?

3) Yeah I absolutely think Harry thinks Draco is good looking but tries to ignore it. I think they are both exactly each other's type.

[luneariaa]

✧ ombre di testimoni.

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : claudio serafino x fem! reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 700+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : let the shadows be the witness of the love you both have shared during nightfall.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader mentioned to be wearing a nightgown, fluff bc i miss him aughh,, and idk what i wrote for some parts lmao,,

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! 🌠

"It's getting late."

You spoke as your gaze landed upon the man who simply just arrived within your very own sight. Standing by the doorway, the gentle breeze passes by your nightgown, feeling it flow around you slightly at that moment.

He returned your gaze without any ounce of hesitation present; as if he's wholly observing your figure very much attentively. You're always so divine within his two eyes alone-- as if you're pure, untarnished by every evil and even human sins in existence alone.

But then again, he's the only one to truly know; have witnessed on how he could easily prove his thoughts otherwise.

"Have you eaten, cara?"

Ever so tender with his own choice of words, his slate blue eyes never once strayed away from yours; beginning to take a few slow steps closer.

"I was worried about you, looking all worn out, and you're worrying about me having eaten, or no?" Instead of annoyance, you simply huffed in tad bit of mirth, shaking your head slightly.

"To answer your question, I did eat a little. I couldn't eat properly if I'm not sure about you having eaten or no."

A faint smile ghosted over his luscious lips over your response.

"You don't have to do that, bella."

"If it needs to be done, then I'd gladly lose sleep or even starve for you, if I ever had to."

Claudio just wanted to mess with you for a bit, trying to gauge more reaction out of you. He couldn't help himself when you're standing in front of him looking all effortlessly gorgeous, while being all worried over his being.

It is a tiring day, indeed. But your presence made it at least far better than it is.

His head is tilted slightly downwards to face you, well-aware on how his tall, yet imposing figure alone manages to tower over you so easily. You allowed him into your personal space, your head tilted upwards slightly to meet his own.

"But I wouldn't want you to starve."

Your hands daintily reach up to caress his face underneath your fingertips; your touch alone is filled with utmost tenderness that could possibly scare all the demons away, tracing an outline across his jaw while his eyes are almost half-lidded, lingering over your face.

He makes you feel safe and protected.

And so, he returned your actions by placing his hands atop of your own, and bringing one of them down to interlock it with his own. None would be able to witness such a heartwarming moment that was being shared between the both of you.

Let the shadows of your silhouettes be the only witness.

Claudio relishes upon your appearance as a whole; drinking you in within his sole gaze.

"You look so, so beautiful, mia stella."

It feels as if he's shielding you from any possible harm that might get in the way at this very moment.

"But I believe that you deserved the title more, caro." You partly teased your Italian prince regarding his previous, genuine remark, whilst letting him do whatever he pleases, whether by his actions or even his words alone.

It caused him to grin so softly over your words, resting his chin atop of your head, now letting his strong arms to engulf you within a loving and warm embrace.

"No, my point still stands." He stated simply, as if not leaving any other room for argument.

"You belong in the museum, tesoro. But no, you're fated to be in my arms instead."

Slowly, Claudio pulled back just a bit, keeping his gaze remained towards you, placing a small peck upon your lips after.

"Oh, and if I were, are you planning to steal me away?"

He couldn't help but to chuckle over the veracity of your comment.

"If anyone ever had such a valuable, yet beautiful specimen within their possession, best believe that I will try to steal it away if it interests me."

"But then again, you're not owned by anyone on the day we found one another."

You giggled a bit as he finishes his mini speech, trying your best to cover up the warmth that gradually spreads over your cheeks-- but to no avail.

"You always have your own way with words, don't you?"

"But it is you, who made me naturally admit those words out like no other." Claudio removes one of his hands from yours; brushing several strands of hair away, just so that he could continue his undisturbed focus upon your features.

"There's no one to blame, tesoro."

"I'm simply a man in love."

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

[i-just-want-to-destroy]

Thank you for walking study in demonology! Reading it brought me all the way back to the 2019 bnha era. Even tho im a chronic fandom hopper, every once in a while i got pulled back to the bnha fandom like a clinging abused ex gf, cause i feel like no other fandom has given me the same feels as bnha on ao3. It's probably partly because of bnha being a perfect sandbox for ficwriters, but damn you bnha writers are really sth else.

Your work is such an exquisite, heartfelt love letter to the fanfiction medium in general, and the bnha fandom in particular. I hope your pillow is always cool and your socks always come out of the washing machine in pairs.

What's your favourite part about the fic?

hi thanks so much for this ask! super appreciate the kind words :) i agree wholeheartedly i wldnt have started writing my bnha fics if not for the amazing fics ive read from this fandom.

short answer: my favorite part is the process.

super long answer:

(spoilers below fair warning)

demonology has been a learning process for me and also a very strange experience.

ive always been more of an improv writer where i dont really know where a story is going when i write it. with demonology being the way it is, you can surmise that its been a really crazy ride.

ive mentioned this before but it started as an idea of deku being just your typical satanic style exorcist, and as it is a crack fic, i did write it — at the beginning — purposefully to be nonsensical. all the made up “significant” stuff like affinity, authority, even the importance of names and all that — i didnt know what they mean and i didnt care either, i was just making them say whatever that sounded ominous and ridiculous. (often this is for the sake of comedic timing. it is crack after all.)

some comments say the fic didnt make sense, and i agree bc it didnt to me either. but then it DID start to make sense to me. whenever i started to write a new chapter id read back to whatever bullshit i did the previous chap and only then i understood what the hell the characters r talking about. if you look back to the earlier chapters there’d be a lot of foreshadowings, but they werent written to be foreshadowings at the time. its kind of foreshadowing in reverse, bc i only knew what they meant after i wrote them. i didnt know i was writing a meta multiverse time travel fic, but since i did, i had to commit and go crazy.

(in retrospect i think it rly did begin with hitoshi and that cat in ch 3. i didnt even know hitoshi was the “main character” until that chapter. i didnt know that cat was schrodingers cat until i wrote ch 8.)

so u can see how crazy, nonsensical and haphazard the entire writing process of this fic is, which in return gives birth to a crazy, nonsensical and haphazard fic. until its not nonsensical anymore. somehow, there actually is a clear logic in the mechanics of the universe. the cats are schrodinger cats, the demons are maxwell demons, entropies are plotlines which are often riddled with plotholes, the hell is production hell, to be in heaven is to be canonized — and lorem ipsum is the empty blank slate state of the universe. authority actually is authority. the fic gave meaning to itself by the end of it all.

comments ask if i waited for bnha to end — i didnt. bnha ending actually fucked a past version of ch 8, now scrapped. but then it actually … made a better version? and made more sense? its weird.

i did know about some things that were going to happen though. since the first time i had izuku do the “you believe [object] exist,” i always knew i wanted it to be turned back to him (“midoriya izuku doesnt exist”). after i wrote ch 6 i also knew i wanted them to “go back to the beginning” with izuku’s “fall” on the rooftop. but i didnt know until i wrote it that hitoshi was going to choose to fall, too. i know im the author but him choosing that shocked me and i found it moving.

if i had written this “properly”, if i had planned it all with better structuring and better pacing and emotional beats and all that — this might have turned out to be a better written story, in another world. as it is right now there are a lot of flaws that it has. but it wldnt have been the same fic. if not for this fuckass writing process, it wld never have reached the form it takes as of now.

and although it was a very difficult road, i can say wholeheartedly that this strange process has been my favorite part. im doubtful ill ever experience a writing process like this again. the story kept surprising me. a part of why i wanted to finish it was because i wanted to know how it ended too—bc i wldnt know until i wrote it.

of course, at the end of it all, none of us know what their ending is. in the end the story still didnt share its secrets with me and i really really love it for it.

haha this is so long sorry i guess this fic really means a lot to me after all. but yes, thats my answer.

i would also like to thank every reader and commenter once again bc i can honestly say without the feedback and support, this would not have been finished either, or become the way that it is. man. fanfictions, huh?

[eliotquillon]

Your Cameron timeloop fic sounds so cool! I don’t write timeloop usually bc it stresses me out to write but I love it as a reader and a concept. What kind of gave you the itch to write it - like what are you finding super fun about it?

OKAY SO time loop stories are kind of my white whale; always wanted to write one, have about 6 different drafts for different fandoms dating back as far as 2017/18, and never really managed to pull it off (apart from a one-shot i wrote 3 years ago, and that was less ‘time loop’ and more ‘reincarnation’—the loop wasn’t an enclosed time period). time loops are so interesting to me because they’re a physical manifestation of what is (usually) an internal conflict of some kind; the loop is a metaphor and a way for characters to work their shit out, but it’s also real, and brings its own set of problems. in groundhog day, phil’s loop forces him to confront his own cynicism and become a better person; in russian doll, nadia and alan’s loop forces them to process their own trauma (with the addition of them dying at the end of every loop); in undertale (i would argue that its save/reload ‘memory’ and the fact that you have to play it at least twice for the true pacifist ending qualifies it partly as a time loop story), the loop forces the underground to reckon with its desire for freedom and what they’re actually willing to do to get it. it’s an external obstacle that forces internal processing, and that is FUN but also scary as hell to write. my gut instinct whenever i consume a new character-driven piece of media is always to daydream ‘well what if there was a time loop?’, because for me it is THE ultimate blender to stick people in and see what comes out.

why i chose cameron (and the events of hunting specifically) is a bit more complicated. first things first: i love cameron. i love WRITING cameron, because time and time again in the show there’s a clash between what she believes abstractly and what she actually finds herself capable of following through on, and that’s a fun internal/external conflict. can you see where i’m going with this. and cameron is having…a TIME in early s2. the premiere of s2 literally has her going through the stages of grief in order, and that foreshadows the next few episodes pretty well for her. she’s not happy, and stuck in a rut, and everyone can see it—the other fellows, house, wilson, even the TB doctor. and it’s not like she’s going to just pack up and leave—she’s worked hard to get where she is! she’s fought so hard to be taken seriously! it’s got to mean something! and i think she’s been feeling that way a while (for example, why does a person like cameron apply for a job under house in the first place? he’s the best there is, but they have very different beliefs and attitudes towards patients, and when she finally leaves the fellowship she turns around and ends up doing something completely unrelated—i think it’s because she’s looking for meaning even back then). hunting is such a great episode because it brings to a head what’s been bubbling under the surface for a while now: secretly, a part of cameron does want to change. she suddenly has the perfect excuse to throw caution to the wind and do something different. and it’s tragic because of course it turns out that the patient is lying to her, that he’s just as unhappy as she is even with all the partying and casual sex, and ultimately cameron comes away from that episode with a better understanding of herself but…she’s still unhappy, you know? she’s determined to act like it didn’t happen and move forward. and the great thing about a time loop is that it forces you to confront things. the only way out is through. that’s why the loop is set the day after she does the meth, and not the day before: if cameron were stuck in a loop of that day, the first thing she’d realistically do is. Not do the meth. and not call chase. and since the main point of this fic is to force her to confront the aftermath of that, it has to be the day after. she can’t change the past, but she can (and will!) change how she deals with it.

i’m also interested in hunting because of cameron and chase’s conversation in lockdown, when she tells him that she slept with him on meth because she was starting to already have feelings for him and it scared her and she pushed it away. because like. this is entirely characteristic of cameron. i 100% believe this is what happened. there is also zero fucking evidence from the writing that this is what happened. there are occasional callbacks to cameron’s HIV scare later in s2, and the fact that she’s slept with chase before gets brought up in s3 during the fwb era, but between hunting and insensitive cameron and chase basically act like none of it ever happened and most of the s2 drama is between cameron and foreman instead. so this is kind of a fix-it, as well: i’m bringing those feelings to the surface and making chameron happen earlier because this time there is no running away. the fallout of this is gonna vary—@all-pacas wrote up a very good meta recently about how chase’s provoking of the patient’s brother into suing him in the mistake very likely happened a day or two after he slept with cameron, and therefore that might not happen if him and cameron actually TALK ABOUT THINGS and he doesn’t hoard up more guilt and frustration—but there will be a happy-ish ending. i say ish because ultimately this isn’t really a ‘shipfic’ and therefore things will be a bit messier than they are in, say, groundhog day, but the fic will end with them together and things will be better than they were at the beginning.

anyway this fic is so crazy fun to write for a lot of reasons, but what has really taken me by surprise is how much i’m enjoying writing FOREMAN into this fic. cameron is spiralling (time loop) and chase is concerned and house is intrigued and meanwhile foreman is just stood in the corner going ‘guys 🤨 anyone gonna fill me in 🤨’. one of my fave parts of the first chapter is the section where cameron starts drawing a clock to see if she has encephalitis and then is like ‘wait the clock will look normal to me anyway. What if i email it to foreman. Nevermind he’s going to think i’m insane’ lmaoo. foreman and cameron were actually decent friends in s1 (never forget him shovel talking house and saying he considers her a friend) until articlegate, and in s3 it’s revealed he knows she has a brother (and chase didn’t!), so i’m putting foreman/cameron friendship BACK ON THE MENU. he will probably still steal her article anyway but she wouldnt be as mad about it. not that this fic is going to cover articlegate but yknow

anyway thank you for letting me be very self indulgent and yell about this fic LOL

[love-toxin]

miss ellie i'm realizing now that i never told you now revolutionary your ocs are. like. i've been on this website for literal years and the day i found your blog was with an oc post where you introduced such a dynamic lineup with so much variety, it was the first i had ever seen. maybe i wasn't looking hard enough but you had poc yanderes AND trans yanderes it was the first time i had ever seen any (i know it sounds crazy to say but i'm being so fr rn.) even when i look through your old posts and reread them i just get blown away by how each one is different and has their own personality even though you have so many?? anyway it's late and i just wanted to say that ty <3

will you marry me?? 🥺

LOL to be for real though that makes me sooooo happy you don't even understand, I'm really glad i get to be that way for you and all you lovely people 💕💕 it's a blessing to be able to write & post my work and I'm genuinely happy to see people connecting with it.

tbh, the representation i try to portray accurately is a really long-standing relationship i have with writing & authorship in general. this might not be a terribly interesting bit of lore but back when i was in my teens and consuming a lot of fanfic online in the early forms of it (ff.net my love </3) that was something that hit me a lot in reading self-insert fic, because I'd always been a huge reader and was just then tapping into self-inserts and community fiction posting rather than just books. and i remember distinctly (i think partly bc I've always grown up in multicultural neighborhoods/had mixed family growing up) reading fanfics and having the thought of "huh, i can relate to this description or this experience, but that makes me wonder whether other people can."

funny enough, it was partly when i would read descriptions of the author giving a self-insert long hair or referencing their hair in some way, and I'd start wondering how girls who wore a hijab would read that same piece, cause i went to school with a bunch of girls who wore it or a full niqab. and so i started wondering more like "if i was black, would i relate to this experience in this fic? if i was trans or gender non-conforming, are there characters i can relate to? if i were a mix of these things, could i find somewhere i belong in this setting?" and since then it kind of became a focus in the way i wrote stuff going forward.

i think using inclusive language in fic writing is really integral to a greater horizon of people enjoying it, and thinking on my ocs i always wanted to have characters that people could really relate to. I'd stop a lot in my process of creating my initial sets of characters and try to keep in mind those thoughts that i had in reading fics; "if i were this or that, could someone in that position relate to the stories I'm writing? and if not, what can i change to make that happen?" because if people are going to enjoy my characters or find comfort in them i want everyone possible to have the ability to. it's kind of intimidating at times to write for experiences i haven't had personally but it led me (and still leads me) to do a ton of research, and in doing so I've been able to learn lots of really fascinating things in the process. in doing so, it made it really easy for my characters to develop their personalities through my writing because i think they inherently have identities that are complex, which is always the goal you want for any character in the first place.

sorry that this kinda went off on a ramble LOL, but after so many years of writing and with my degree under my belt i still really think about it a lot. I'm really glad what i wanted to do has come across and i hope you continue to enjoy my ocs!! ❤️❤️

[horizon-verizon]

They are going to push this dumb Rhaenicent plot line to no end. Alicent is not even the queen anymore yet all the marketing pushing her as such. Her inconsistent writing makes her one of the goofiest characters on the show. So legit what is she even going to do this season ? Sulk, be sad, sulk, be sad, maybe make Blood & Cheese probaly more about her grief than Helaena ? She isn’t politically smart in the slightest no matter how much the actors try to make her seem she’s wiser than she actually is. Alicent spent years believing Rhaenyra is going to slaughter her children, she told them this as well. Now in season 2 is she going to be like “yeah so I started a civil but can you not kill each other even though I told you we are in danger for literally most of your lives ? I still want Aegon to be king b-but I want Rhaenyra to be fwend (she just needs to give up on her claim, her ambition, her sons, and her father’s wishes) I just want what’s best for everybody, I’m a good person”.

It's inconsistent bc they sacrificed a lot to create it & didn't replace what they took with somethings substantial and logical. So they fly by the seat of their pants & write contradictory, writing wise. Goes for everything else on this show, where they rely on spectacle, good acting, and people significantly looking at each other with a few good lines here and there. But also somehow manage to sometimes pale in comparison to the book version's lines.

I think that the show wrote so terribly that the impression of her motive being that she sincerely thought her kids were in danger was conveyed as her true motive. Whereas it was actually always her jealousy regarding Rhaenyra's comparative "freedoms" and her desire for Rhaenyra to subjugate herself to her. Without ambition for ambition's sake or that being her primary motive and then her jealousy coming from Rhaenyra's having been given that which her own father and house denies Alicent, Alicent is duller and less sensical. And they didn't replace the motive towards jealousy with something sensical but with Alicent's supposed love for Rhaenrya, which comes in direct conflict with her jealousy of her being happier flouting the rules she herself seeks to derive social graces, authority, etc. in exchanges for her personal "sacrifices" and suffering.

The intent of the writers was to present an Alicent who felt this motive underneath a sincerity to find righteousness without bk!Alicent's ambition and flagrant disregard for lives other than her own and her kids. Which means that there is a sprinkle of sympathy they wanted the audience to feel for her AND say that she is a responsible--partly--for a terrible war. To make her less intimidating or seemingly threatening, at least seriously, they removed her political contemplation--or just her ability to use deductive reasoning--and made it more, once again, "doing the right thing", whatever word is for that sort of rule-following sincerity. In both show her/bk!her, there is a certain lack of self-awareness. Because for you to deny some basic customs to reinforce other customs that suit your desires and to then paint that as your "doing the will" of some higher principle which is itself the thing that oppresses you needs the separation from reality.

So at the core, HotD was going off the cool potential bk!Alicent already had, in particular episode 6-7. But Rhaenicent doesn't make any sense bc these two personalities together and staying friends for a long period of time--esp "best" friends-- just didn't make any sense. Yes, even with young Alicent. Esp without showing us how it came to be or how they became attracted to each other above all other possible candidates. Which is why there are no ladies in waiting, for example.

Alicent is void of something I can't really put my finger on but it prevents people from taking her seriously other than to self-insert or to sigh dreamily over. You can ship people all you like, like people shipping Rhaena with Aemond or Aegon with Daemon. But for goodness sakes', don't try to make such ships where you need to destroy a character canon and expect people to totally jive with the claim that it is possible without jeopardizing the entire story!

[phykios]

do you have hcs of percabeth and fam doing things that are culturally greek but arent part of tHe aMeRcIcAn pErCePtIoN Of gReEkNeSs like food music dress social norms etc? or of things they do when they visit the old country?

anon i'm so sorry about the can of worms you've just opened but this is literally the backdrop of my dissertation so

the "american perception" (/western/european perception) of greece is (currently, anyway) closely associated with what we think of ancient greece (largely ancient athens, sometimes ancient sparta, occasionally ancient crete), but the Greek cultural perception of greece is, on the whole, extremely orthodox christian, specifically in opposition to both a) catholicism and b) islam, specifically in the ottoman empire. in the nineteenth century there was a MASSIVE political and cultural debate in the new nation state of modern greece over what they would present as their national mythology, split down the middle between ancient pagan greece and medieval christian byzantium, and also the years of ottoman occupation up until the revolution. there were some writers like constantine paparrigopolous who tried to bridge the gap between the two (he claimed that alexander's military campaigns were done in part to "prepare" the territory for the coming of christ lmao), but even this was partly in response to western european ideas about What Greece Even Is, specifically jakob phillip fallmerayer who wrote a very poorly-received (in greece) treatise about how the Great and Noble Ancients shared no dna with the current inhabitants of greece, who were all "tainted" by the slavs. because european racism

so, all that aside, what is culturally greek? in general, being christian. modern greek life is built around the church, and a lot of the things that aren't Ancient Greece that we think of as being Authentically Greek have their roots in orthodox christianity: icons, byzantine churches, lamb as a central foodstuff, etc. of course, much as they are loath to admit it, a lot of greek culture today also comes from ottoman occupation: national costume (fezzes, silk brocade), music (~oriental~ tonality, distinctly eastern instruments), and, again, food (coffee, baklava [with apologies to my ancestors]). and then there's just a bunch of stuff in modern 20th century greek culture that's just a big mishmash of the population reshuffle in the 1920s, as greece and turkey had a big population exchange (that occasionally dipped into ethnic cleansing). in athens specifically, you would have greek refugees from ALL OVER asia minor, but also the islands, the levant, northern greece, and other places in the balkans, all with their own distinct cultural traditions, and historical explanations for those traditions, especially with things like dance and folk song. AND THEN ALSO the traditions of the greek diaspora, esp in america

in the 1930s, as part of the metaxas dictatorship, greek cultural policy was in the process of hammering out what it meant to be "authentically greek," in a familiar combination of ancient pagan and orthodox christian, before metaxas' death, the entry of greece into wwii, and then the greek civil war and the dictatorship of the colonels, but they never quite... finished the process

to bring this all back to your question, i dont' know. it depends. i will often hc percy/thalia/nico as being more greek-looking than other demigods bc of the big three, and sometimes i dabble with sally being greek, but whether or not they are Actually Greek is something else (in canon, anyway; in aus this is an entirely different situation). THAT SAID, the two greek traditions i know for certain that percy participates in are making great food and loving his mother. which isn't even a strictly greek thing anyway. i can't even joke about him having the traditional greek breakfast of coffee and a cigarette bc i hc him hating coffee 😂

[ghoulangerlee]

Just the Tip; MountainDew; Explicit

second part to the MountainDew fic I wrote the other day — I would just reblog and add it to the other post but I want it to be spread around/in the tags ]:

written on my phone at work once again bc I can't wait —pls let me know if something doesn't look right!!

Mountain gets fucked by Dew for the first time and it's A Lot for him. (partly because of the Dick but also partly bc Dew as a lover is definitely not what he expected [positive]), very brief mention of fisting bc we're at that point I guess.

this one is present tense but it's still part 2 i promise

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Dews fingertips are cold, even as he tries to warm the lube up on his palms where most of the heat is, but the second he presses one slick fingertip against where Mountain wants him the most—its cool, cold in a way that makes Mountain shiver in anticipation.

It's nice, in a way, against his overheated skin.

His own cock is soft against his thigh now and small, even smaller than when he's hard but, he won't be hard again for a bit, maybe by the time Dew's easing into him, whenever that is, because Dew had whispered, into his skin, against his lips, how thorough he needed to be with the prep.

Now that he's seen Dew naked—miles of dusty gray skin, molten red freckles along his hip bones and up his sides over scarred skin from his transformation, his cock, thick and long and heavy enough that it doesn't quite curve upwards against his belly like most of the other cocks that Mountain's seen.

He understands now.

Involuntarily, he clenches before Dew's even worked a finger inside of him, his eyes drawn to the way his cock just moves, he wants it in his mouth, wants to feel his jaw ache as he tries to swallow him down.

He's good with his mouth, has never had a complaint from any of his past partners and he knows without a doubt that if Dew asked him to choke on it, he would.

"You're looking an awful lot, big guy," Dew comments, though he's not watching Mountain directly, his eyes are trained further down, between Mountain's legs as he presses cool fingertips against him, over and over, spreading lube around, the gel warming as it touches his skin.

Can you blame me? He wants to ask, but the words don't come out, it's like he can't speak suddenly as the gentle rubbing turns into pressure, turns into Dew slipping one of his slim fingers inside him, slick and easy and like nothing at all.

How is it going to fit? He thinks, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head back into the pillow under him, mouth opening in a gasp.

Dew's other hand comes up to rest on his thigh, far away from his cock that's still soft, petting him as he eases the first finger up to his knuckle, like Mountain is some sort of virgin who's never taken anything before.

"Just breathe through it," Dew murmurs, drawing his cool fingertips against Mountain's inner thigh in slow, comforting circles, "We'll get there when you're ready," he continues, as if he knows what Mountain is thinking.

It continues much like this for a bit longer, with Dew's finger inside of him, with him moving, slowly, oh so slowly, curling his finger each time he pulls it out, a tease of a sensation that has Mountain's hands clenched tight in the sheets bunched under his thighs.

He's so careful, when this whole time he'd expected something fast and dirty, quick prep and Dew fucking into him in a way that left behind an ache—though he's sure, even after all the prep, there will still be an ache, he'll feel this for days. Days where he can only think of Dew inside of him, splitting him open.

There's a brief pause in Dew's movements, but Mountain's not really paying much attention; the sound of the lube opening and closing again and then two fingers pressing into him, spreading only slightly as they come to a stop just beyond the second knuckle again, Dew's other hand still drawing soothing circles against his inner thigh, the cool touch keeping him grounded.

Mountain breathes through his nose, loud enough that Dew glances up at him for a moment, finally looking away from his hands, tilting his head, his red eyes curious, "Having second thoughts?" He asks, entirely too earnest, moving his hand to pet along the outside of Mountain's thigh.

When Mountain shakes his head, Dew gets a smile on his face, "Ah," he says, as if he knows that at this very moment, every preconceived notion that Mountain had about Dew is being turned on its head. "Can you answer out loud for me?" He asks, "Or are you too overwhelmed?"

He manages to lift his hand, finding purchase on Dew's leg, his palm warm and a little sweaty from where he'd been gripping the sheets, "No second thoughts," he gets out, stretching one of his legs out further, to give Dew more space to settle in, "Please."

Dew hums then, looking all at once like he's preening, that his ability to leave Mountain a mess were something to be happy about. "You're doing so well for me," he murmurs then, bowing over Mountain's body, pressing a kiss against his thigh, close to where his cock is still resting. "Soon I'll give you what you want," he continues speaking, his breath warm against Mountain's skin, "Do you trust me?"

Mountain gasps softly, and his cock finally gives a little twitch as he keens high in his throat, "Yes," he forces out, going breathless again when Dew spreads his fingers and starts fucking him with them. "Oh."

"You've been so quiet, big guy," Dew murmurs, mouthing at his thigh, pressing an open mouthed kiss right beside his cock. "It's nice hearing you now. I wonder how loud you'll get as I keep putting my fingers in you."

Mountain groans then, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards against Dew's mouth, all while he tries to push down against his fingers, and he thinks, somewhat distantly, that Dew is just preparing him, that he's not going to put his fist in him but oh there's a thought.

He has to pack it away for later, something to think about after all of this is over, because he's not even hard yet but he feels so on the edge oh so suddenly.

When Dew finally presses inside with three fingers, Mountain can't stop the animalistic snarl that tears out of him, his oh so careful control snapping in two as he digs his now sharp nails into the sheets, the bed, most likely ripping into the mattress but he can't think of anything beyond the point where they're connected.

How will it be when he's finally inside of me? Is the only coherent thought he has, and no matter how much he tries to spur Dew on—rocking down against his fingers, spreading his legs wider, softly begging for more, none of it works. Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't move onto the main thing, he doesn't do anything except smile softly and keep the same slow and deep, thorough pace.

"Trust me, big guy," he says, dragging his blunt nails across Mountain's inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump under his touch, "You don't want me to rush this," he smiles at him, "Next time though, we'll go as fast as you like."

And oh. Next time.

Mountain's trying not to think about what next time could entail, he doesn't want to cross the frayed wires in his brain, but he can't help but think about their positions reversed, about Dew under him while he sits on his cock. Thinks about the praise coming from Dew while Dew holds onto his hips and Mountain rides him, slow and careful, not letting him come until Mountain's content and sore.

Sometime between one thought and the next, Dew's pulling his fingers free and picking the lube up again, and Mountain's hopeful, when he squeezes some into his palm and warms it up, but then he's slicking up four fingers, biting his lower lip as he presses them slowly into Mountain.

The stretch of it takes his breath away, and he inhales, for a brief moment he tries to close his legs, to push Dew's fingers out, his hand away, because the stretch of it is a lot.

Dew's petting his thigh, whispering softly as he does, inching his fingers in slowly, oh so slowly, before he pulls his hand away to grab the lube away, squeezing more out onto his fingers as they disappear inside Mountain. "Breathe through it, big guy," he murmurs, "Just let me in," he says, low and filthy, "I know you can take it."

Mountain gasps, words fall from his mouth on autopilot—Dew's name, over and over, like a prayer, a plea, for more or for Dew to stop until the stretch eases, he's not sure.

Dew's hand finds his cock, still soft, small, not even a handful like this, but he doesn't comment on it, doesn't focus on the humiliation of it as he touches him, careful and light like he's fragile.

Mountain's thankful. He feels fragile right now, like one wrong move will topple him over into something he can't name—if Dew were to be rough, if he were to grip him tight and try to rush him he may just come apart at the seams. Drop down, down into some sort of deep chasm.

Dew hums, a soft, steady sort of melody that draws Mountain out of his thoughts and puts the focus back on him, his touch light and gentle, exploring his cock all the while his fingers curl and press against his walls.

"There you are," Dew murmurs when he feels Mountain start to grow hard, "You're perfect like this, baby. So tight around my fingers, nice and snug in my hand. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, earnest again as he looks up at Mountain's face.

When Mountain goes to nod, he switches gears, wills away his claws so he can touch Dew again without hurting him, "So good," he manages to get out in a slur, the words thick on his tongue. "'mazing."

Dew's smile is a bright point of light in the darkness of Mountain's bedroom, "Thank you for answering me with words," he says, rewarding him with a gentle upstroke, a careful flick of his wrist as Mountain's cock fattens up in his hand.

The movement draws a punched out groan from him and his eyes close once more as he presses his head back into the bed, his hair a mess with sweat and tangled from his movement, he wants, oh he wants so much. He wants everything with Dew.

"Almost there," Dew murmurs softly, "So close, big guy. Just a little bit more. You're squeezing my fingers so tight I'm afraid I'll come before I get the head in." He admits, and Mountain can hear how wrecked he sounds. His voice nearly tipping over into desperation. "So fuckin' gorgeous like this. So pliant and greedy. You're so hungry for it."

The words alone pull him to full hardness, nevermind whatever Dew's doing with his fingers, the stretch and pull of them tugging and tugging at his rim as he pulls out so slowly and pushes back in.

Despite the desperation, the thickness of Dew's scent as his arousal mixes with the smell of his precome and sweat, Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't rush the last of the prep, he just touches him, building Mountain's pleasure up slowly, wholly, in an all consuming way.

Time slows and thickens as Mountain's head grows foggy, as he floats between two points, Dew's hands playing him as if he were one of the fire ghoul's beloved instruments.

He almost doesn't notice when Dew's fingers slip out of him, until he realizes that he's gaping, just a bit, when he clenches around nothing it's almost painful, so painful he whines.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, petting Mountain's thigh with his lube sticky hand, and then he's pushing himself up to his knees, bowing over Mountain's body so they're face to face.

Mountain tilts his head, reaching up and drawing Dew down into a kiss, a kiss so gentle that it makes Mountain's heart thump loudly in his chest and when the kiss comes to a natural end, Dew leans into Mountain's hand and smiles at him.

"Please," he whispers, feeling raw, feeling needy, feeling so much that he's sure he'll burst soon.

Dew's smile turns soft then and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Mountain's palm before he pulls back, settles back between Mountain's thighs, getting the lube.

Mountain's mouth waters as he watches Dew squeeze lube into his hand, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking, covering himself in lube, fingers barely meeting around the girth, he whines deep in his chest, the sound pitiful and sad until Dew looks up at him again.

"Hey," Dew says, scooting closer, his hand wrapped around himself halfway down, not at the base, "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He asks, the question rhetorical as he shuffles Mountain's leg with his free hand, nudging it outwards until he's got enough room.

He's close enough now that Mountain can feel the head of his cock press against him, waiting, and then Dew's other hand wraps around him again, slick with lube and warm, encasing him so wholly that Mountain almost forgets about Dew's cock.

Except he doesn't, he doesn't, because then Dew is looking down between them, guiding himself closer and pressing ininin.

Mountain's breath is pulled from his lungs and his cock goes a little soft in Dew's hand as the stretch borders on too much, all the whole Dew continues to stroke him, murmuring soft and breathless praises to him as he goes.

It seems like hours pass, but finally, finally, the head of Dew's cock pops in, drawing a garbled sounding moan from Dew when Mountain squeezes tight around him.

"Relax big guy," Dew says, a breathless wheeze, "Gonna blow my load before we even get to the good part, baby."

Mountain makes a noise, mournful and sad, but he does relax, eventually, and Dew's able to start moving again, slow and steady even though when Mountain's lucid enough to open his eyes and look at the fire ghoul, he looks like he's barely able to restrain himself.

Time slows even more to a crawl when Dew's about halfway in, and Mountain had enough wits about him to rest a hand on Dew's thigh, "Enough," he breathes out, "So full, can't."

Dew shushes him, rubs his thigh gently, "Just breathe for me," he murmurs, "We'll work up to you taking me fully, we can stop here," he says lowly, shifting his hips a bit, sliding out a little, "Good boy," he murmurs, when he feels Mountain's cock go fully hard again, "You like that, huh?"

Mountain whines, bares his throat, "Oh," he breathes out. "I'm so full," he shifts his hips down against Dew, clenching around him. "Baby."

Dew hums softly, settling one of his hands on Mountain's hip, thumb pressed to the bone there, "Feel good?" He asks, mouth dropping open as Mountain rhythmically clenches around him, "Oh baby, you're so greedy for it," he murmurs, squeezing his hip as he pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in, "Just gotta train you a bit more, you'll be able to take all of me in no time."

Mountain likes the sound of that, the idea of being trained to take Dew's cock whenever he wants. Whenever Dew wants. He feels an animalistic need inside him, begging, pleading for that, to be useful for Dew. To be needed so carnally.

"Oh baby, we're going to get there," Dew promises, fucking into him now, with so much care that the difference between his thoughts and Dew's actions cause him to go dizzy. "We get you all trained up to take me proper and I'll make a good, respectable ghoul out of you yet."

Mountain goes nearly cross-eyed with pleasure, between Dew splitting him open, the filth he's speaking, the way Dew's been fondling his cock this whole time, teasing and playing with him, he feels like he's already full to burst.

"Please," Mountain manages, unsure of what exactly he's asking for, keening in his throat when Dew's speed picks up the tiniest bit, when his cock presses right against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, Dew, oh," he lets out, one long, loud moan, his hips fucking upwards once, twice, again, and then he's coming messily into Dew's fist, clenching tight around him.

"Shit," Dew swears, "Shit, fuck, Mountain baby," he barely manages to stop himself from thrusting all the way into Mountain, gritting his teeth as he lets go of Mountain's spend cock and grabs his other hip instead, smearing come all over his skin as he pulls Mountain down onto his cock, guiding him as he chases his own release.

Mountain's lightheaded, he's floating, he's somewhere not entirely here anymore, his own thought is the thickness of Dew's cock, the heat coming from him, the points of cool against his hips as Dew fucks him, seemingly finally letting go of whatever restraint he'd had the entire time leading up to now.

"Want it," Mountain slurs, "Fill me up," he mumbles, blindly searching for one of Dew's hands, prying it off of his hip so he can hold it instead, twining their fingers together and gripping Dew's hand tightly as he clenches around his cock.

Dew let's out a punched out sounding groan, his shoulders hunching over Mountain as he fucks into him harder, nails digging into Mountain's hip as he lets out a guttural groan and comes, fucking his hips inwards a few times, as his other hand comes down to jack the rest of his cock.

Mountain makes a sort of content sound, even as the overstimulation starts prickling just below the surface—now that he's come, now that he's coming down, he feels split open in a way that's bordering on unpleasant.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, squeezing Mountain's hand—Mountain must have made some kind of noise, something, because Dew's pulling out suddenly, but the rush of come that follows makes Mountain wish he could get hard again, warm and sticky as it soaks his inner thighs, his ass, the sheets under him.

"Gonna be uncomfortable real soon," Dew says, tries to untangle his hand from Mountain's so he can pull away and go get something to clean them up with but Mountain just grunts and pulls Dew on top of him, high enough that he can hide his face in Dew's throat.

"Don't care. Stay." Mountain says, his voice shaky but firm as he wraps an arm around Dew's waist, "Stay."

Dew laughs, and Mountain can feel it, but he also feel Dew wipe his hand on the sheets beside them, come and lube and sweat, before his somewhat clean hand starts carding through Mountain's hair.

"Yeah, yeah okay." Dew says, fond and happy, "But I'm running a bath for you later."

Mountain just makes a noise of agreement and lets himself float, surrounded in the scent of them.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hello! I know you are very against a AA/Tav ending, but I love the way you wrote him, especially the party, maze and library scenes. Would you ever consider writing another story where Tav loves AA back/wants to be with him?

Hey anon, thank you for the question!

I'm not against the AA/Tav ending. I think it's the evil ending, due to the 7,000 deaths required to have the ritual work, but beyond that element of the Disk Horse I find frustrating, I enjoy many aspects of the Ascended ending and that's why I wrote a fic about it! The dynamics and moral standpoint of the fic are not a judgement from me but instead an artistic choice from 1. The Tav I already shipped Astarion with, as this was the only way an A!Astarion ending would play out with Rosalie specifically, and 2. The genre of Gothic horror and the genre of villain/heroine ships I go absolutely feral for.

At this point in time, I don't think I'm likely to write another story with A!Astarion in. This is partly bc of burnout, and the fact that Pieces has ended up being very close what I wanted it to be. If I were to write another story, I think it would still have similar dynamics bc as I said, this is the kind of heroine/villain ship I go feral for. That's reflected in other fics I've written for other fandoms - I just like watching the heroine wreck a bad man's shit.

TLDR I don't have any plans to write any more Ascended Astarion at this point bc I need a rest and have lots of other fics to write. If I did write again, I don't think it would be the dynamic you're looking for.

The only thing that does tempt me is vampire lord Tav vs Ascended!Astarion, but I don't really have a plot for that yet. Which is why I microdosed it in the True Polymorph chapter of Pieces for my own mental health instead.