#because like fuck knows I was reading plenty of smutty shit at the age of like fourteen but also if there are youngsters reading PoF

[birchbow]

Hi! Brand new baby homestuck here (missed the boat by a few years XD) and I just wanted to thank you for writing one of my favorite clown-riddled church-focused fish-pun-filled sad, riveting, wanting, poor- communication- kills fics I've ever read 😊

Hell yeah! :D I do like how this makes it sound like there's a smorgasbord of other fics that fulfill all those criteria at once, which in my experience there are not. In fact it's delightful to find that there's so many people who enjoy such a weird flavor of fic, especially considering when I first started writing it I was so sheepish about its nicheness and bizarreness that I self-prompted it on a kink meme so I could sockpuppet external validation at myself lmaoooo. Alexa play Let's See How Far We've Come

[cypressnmarigolds]

NSFW Vincent Sinclair HCs

Even though I really, really need to finish writing my Thomas installment of Lesson Learned, I'm gonna share my naughty Vincent headcanons because they've literally been eating my brain.

Contains: Vincent being a creepy little perv.

🚫 Minors, blank and no-age blogs are not welcome on my blog or to interact with my posts. You will be blocked. 🚫

He's a virgin. I'll leave elaborating my reasoning for another time. don't want this getting angsty.

I HC Vinny as a closet perv. Really takes off once you've caught his attention and managed to be allowed to live. If he has his way, you will never catch on, or even find out he's interested in you. He's embarrassed, among other feelings.

Before you came along, he has had plenty dirty thoughts and fantasies. Hell, he's probably read through any and all smutty books he's been able to find in visitors belongings. But after you show up and he has someone to focus all of his thoughts on? HORNY.

Now, I mean he's a ✨pervert✨ He will steal your underwear and jerk off in them, then quickly wash them and put them back before you've noticed they're missing. He will, at some point, somehow catch you naked without you noticing. IDK how he does it but he will.

He will then draw your nude form several times, in many positions.

He will jerk off to these too and would rather let Bo and Lester find them before you.

If he ever overhears you touching yourself or having a steamy dream, he will listen and touch himself to you. If not right then, he will file it away for later.

Lil Blurb

But seriously can you imagine? He manages to catch you changing, or overhears you moaning in the dead of night. He immediately gets hard. Later, he's kneeling in his bed, sweats just pulled down enough to free his cock, desperately jerking himself off to the memory, mask discarded and biting down on the sleeve of his black hoodie to quiet himself even though there's no chance in hell anyone could hear him. He's also done this while "admiring" some of the picture he drew of you. He is a CREEP.

He's embarrassed about how horny he is for you, but don't misunderstand, he doesn't feel guilty about sneaking around without you knowing. He was the good child, he was the favorite. He probably got everything he wanted. And though Bo probably pulled an Uno Reverse on him after their parents were gone and bullies him all the time, Vincent still feels a sense of entitlement. If he wants something, he'll take it. If he wants to see you naked in the shower without you catching him, he will. If you wants to watch you touch yourself without noticing his presence, that's what's gonna happen. Again, CREEP

I'm conflicted on whether or not he'll need you to take the led the first several times, or if once he knows you're interested and gets over the shock, he'll pounce on you and take what he wants. That's if either of you ever make a move.

But let me be clear, he wants to see you come. He wants to see you fall apart under his hands and mouth and cock. Huge ego boost knowing he can make you feel so good.

But he has massive switch energy If you take the lead, lay him down on his back and hold his hips down while you peg him/fuck him/blow him/jerk him off, he's cumming in record time. I can see him being a whimpering, needy pillow princess.

*big sigh* Ok, think I got all my brain eaters out. If you enjoyed this, please feel free to leave a comment, and please reblog. This isn't instagram. Likes do jack shit to circulate content, and no circulating content means fandoms on this site will die.

[lassieposting]

wow

I think you're the only person in the entire fandom shipping Mevolent / Vile.

do you have some NSFW headcanons ??? 👀

Do I have any smutty headcanons...oh nonnie my sweet summer child I have smutty headcanons for every single ship i have

Anyway I spent ages trying to figure out wtf counted as sufficiently smutty so have an askmeme

Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?

Top Mevolent/Power Bottom Vile.

Vile is actually versatile, but Mevolent isn't really into bottoming.

Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

Mevolent doesn't have a submissive bone in his body. He's the Brat Tamer sort of dom - he prefers cheeky, stubborn, feisty partners who'll act out and give him a power struggle but ultimately melt for him.

With...pretty much anyone else, Vile would actually be the dom. He is what Mevolent affectionately refers to as "a handful", which is probably the understatement of the century, and at the start of their relationship it's an all-out battle for control - they have the kind of sex that's half a fight, they overturn furniture, they leave marks, they draw blood.

But at one point, Vile was Skulduggery, and Skug was versatile with very obvious subby tendencies, so there's a little residual part of Vile that's very into dom!Mevolent. Over time, as they build trust and get closer, he gets more comfortable ultimately letting that part win out. Not that he makes it easy most of the time - he's fiery, he likes making Mevolent overpower him because the power struggle is half the fun, and he's still terrible for trying to top from the bottom, but he does settle down from "genuinely determined to dom Mevolent" to more just...being a brat for shits and giggles.

How long can they go?

There is a definite difference lmfao. Mevolent likes younger men. Vile is like four or five centuries younger than he is, and his last sexual partner - Serpine - is also around Vile's age. So unless Mevolent tires Vile out before getting off himself, Vile will be raring to go again long before poor Mev is done recovering.

Sexual fantasies?

Mevolent is pretty into the idea of corrupting heroic resistance leader Skulduggery into changing sides to fight for him (via sex rather than torture). He doesn't look too closely at this one, doesn't look at it at all tbh beyond "corruption kink is hot", but there's a part of him that actually feels responsible for all of Vile's trauma - he sent Serpine after Skulduggery in the first place, he authorised the torture and the eventual execution...when Vile has night terrors and wakes up lashing out and panicking, he feels like he caused that. He lowkey loves the idea that they could've ended up together under different, happier circumstances. He knows Vile well enough to keep this particular fantasy to himself, though: Vile's past is a touchy subject.

In the same vein, "naive inexperienced temple-born Vile" hits all of Mevolent's religious/virginity kink buttons. With the added bonus that Vile will actually indulge him on this one occasionally.

Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

So, Mevolent is religious and deeply so, which means he is essentially a ball of guilt and religious hangups, but he's also not Eliza Scorn levels of devout, meaning he'll commit certain sins and then feel bad about them later. This entire relationship is a huge source of internal conflict for him. On the one hand, he loves Vile. Vile makes him happy, is cuddly in the mornings, and gives fantastic head. On the other, Vile is a heretic. Long-term committed relationship aside, even sleeping with a heretic is taboo - are you truly devoted to the gods if you're willing to sully your body, their vessel when they return to this world, by rutting with heathens? And while most of his inner circle - who also commit sins of varying degrees of severity - are willing to turn a blind eye to his choice of paramour, and while he ultimately considers the relationship worth the guilt and the anxiety, sometimes he thinks about what will happen to him - the punishment he'll receive - when the Faceless Ones return and feels sick inside.

Vile will get off on Mevolent manhandling/overpowering him, and then feel kind of weird and dirty and dissociated afterwards. He drops hard, and sometimes he wants to be left alone and other times he gets as close as he can and it's still not enough, he wants to crawl inside Mev's skin with him and maybe then he'll feel like he really exists. He doesn't have the emotional awareness to realise that he's using Mevolent - someone he trusts not to hurt him - to try and take his agency back by recreating how he felt when Serpine was torturing him, but with a different outcome (where feeling helpless/exposed/vulnerable etc leads to pleasure and praise and being taken care of by someone who loves him, instead of, you know, agony and death). All he really knows is that he gets off on it at the time and then feels guilty about it after. They both need therapy, but Mevolent knows him well enough to be pretty good at aftercare.

Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

Vile makes being quiet into an artform, but Mevolent takes that as a challenge. He can get little gasps and moans out of Vile if he puts his mind to it, but he really has to work for them.

Mevolent is? Normal levels of loud, usually, but he keeps it down as much as possible while they're fucking around in secret.

Favourite position?

They actually agree on this one - riding/Vile-on-top. Mevolent gets to lay back and let his much younger lover do most of the work, he has a great view, he can touch as much as he likes, he gets to watch Vile fall apart. Vile gets to be in control and tease and drag it out as long as he likes, and when he's done in and keels over, he can chill out on Mev's chest until he gets his breath back.

Clothes off or on during sex?

Vile prefers either clothes on or lights off. He very much enjoys looking at Mevolent naked, but he doesn't like being looked at himself. He used to be very pretty and he knew it, but now when he looks at himself in the mirror all he can see is his scars, a canvas painted by Serpine. Underneath the fake body is even worse - unlike Skug, Vile's been using necromancy to pretend he isn't a bag of bones for the past couple centuries; he hasn't actually processed it at all.

Mevolent on the other hand is a clothes off, lights on person. Even during their mostly-clothed up-against-the-wall angry hookups, he'll be tugging Vile's collar out of the way to get at skin; neck or chest or collarbone. He doesn't give a rat's ass about the scars, he has plenty of his own.

They mostly compromise with candlelight or a fire in the grate. Soft, low light hides a multitude of sins, which makes Vile more comfortable, and turns his hair to burnished copper, which Mevolent loves.

Do they like to cuddle after sex?

They do! It takes a while for them to figure that out - at first they hook up and then Vile gets dressed and leaves and that's how they like it. Serpine was very much desperate for any scrap of affection from Mevolent, so it's a refreshing change to have someone who's after the same thing as Mevolent - a quick fuck with no emotions or strings attached.

But eventually they start spending longer together, lazing and talking or dozing in between going at it like rabbits, and they realise that? It's nice to hold and be held, to pet and be pet without the expectation of it going anywhere. Vile has freckles and Mevolent likes making patterns out of them (he's adamant he's found the Faceless circles/his own crest on Vile's ass cheek), and Mevolent will doze off to Vile idly stroking up and down his spine. Vile likes having his hair played with. Mevolent likes to prop his cheek on Vile's head to read. They become a pretty cuddly couple tbh.

Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where?

Mevolent's throne is a favourite, after the throne room has cleared out. Usually it's Vile getting in his lap after all his audiences are done and the throne room has cleared out. Occasionally, if he's feeling particularly sentimental, Mevolent will let Vile try the throne out and go down on him while he's sitting in it, his own version of all the sorcerers who bend the knee to him. It's his way of pointing out his feelings - pretty much everyone in the world kneels to Mevolent, but he only kneels to two things: his gods, and his lover. They're not great at expressing their feelings, so giving Vile that power trip is one of the ways he says I love you.

Once they're able to be together publicly, Mevolent's favourite is getting Vile alone on a balcony or in an empty hallway behind some columns somewhere for a fumble during a party - anywhere he can get the thrill of "we might get caught" with the certainty that they probably won't. He likes the thought that they might be seen, but he also knows he needs to mind his reputation, so he prefers knowing that the chances are very small.

Are they affectionate during sex?

When it's the sappy romo kind, they are; they're worldbreakers in the eyes of most, but to each other they're just Mevolent and Vile, they're like any other couple. They laugh and bicker and make out and leave possessive little marks on each other and playfight. No one looking at them would think of either of them being capable of that kind of softness. Vile also has a praise kink like woah so Mevolent lavishes him with it. But when they're really going at it it's all teeth and nails and they leave the cuddliness for later.

[artificialqueens]

After The Glitter Fades, Chapter Two (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: here’s the next chapter of ATGF! if you liked it, please consider sending me feedback either here, on my blog aqcitrus, or over on ao3 at artificialcitrus! this chapter gets a little smutty, so be warned :) lots of love from your local witch, Citrus xoxo

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“I can’t do this!” Alaska exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of her chest in frustration. She and Sharon were sitting cross-legged on the older girl’s living room floor, various tools of her craft littered all over the carpet. Alaska glared at the little bowls of herbs in front of her like they had kicked a puppy.

Sharon rubbed her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Yes you can, baby. Nobody gets it right on the first try, I promise.”

Alaska scowled. “I bet you did.” Sharon chuckled at her girlfriend, who was pouting like a petulant child.

“Of course I didn’t. Mom had to help me every single time, I had an awful memory for these things at first. It’ll become second nature, I swear.” She took Alaska’s hand, kissing the back of it in reassurance before pointing to one of the tiny bowls of herbs. “We’ll try again with an easy one, okay? What’s this one?”

“Lavender,” Alaska grumbled. “That one’s easy.”

Sharon laughed brightly. “And what is it good for?”

“Um, sleep… relaxation, meditation, stuff like that. It’s calming.”

“Good! How about this one?” She pointed to another bowl, and Alaska looked at it for a moment, picked it up. She smelled it, letting the bitter scent give her the answers she needed.

“Sage. For cleansing.” Sharon’s finger moved to another herb. “Bay leaf, you write a wish on it and burn it. Stop giving me easy ones.” The experienced witch smirked and pointed to a different bowl. Alaska picked it up, trying to decipher its name from its scent. It wasn’t one she remembered, and she wanted to cry in frustration; if she was having difficulty with the smallest of tasks, how would she ever be able to cast a spell? Alaska put the bowl down, shaking her head. “I give up. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Sharon’s face fell. “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I’m working you too hard; I shouldn’t be making you identify herb correspondences yet, that’s much too advanced. We can do something different.”

Alaska shook her head. “I don’t want to do this, Sharon. I don’t want to learn this shit anymore. I’m done.” Sharon looked at her for a moment, clearly trying to read her, and Alaska bristled. “Stop doing that!” she burst out, standing up so abruptly that the herb bowls were knocked over and their contents spilled over the carpet. She didn’t care. She glared at her girlfriend– why was she just sitting there? Did she even care?

“I care about you, Lasky,” Sharon said softly. It should’ve made her feel better, but the only thing on her mind was that Sharon wasn’t supposed to know how she felt without Alaska having to speak. It was getting on her last fucking nerve.

“If you really cared about me, you’d stop trying to get in my head,” Alaska retorted. “I don’t want you to do that, I hate when you do that. It’s not fucking fair of you to read my fucking mind!”

Sharon’s face fell, and she took a shaky breath. “I had no idea you felt that way,” she said, her voice very small. Alaska scoffed, caught up in her frustration and letting it morph into anger.

“I’m sure you had some idea, since you’re always inside my fucking head,” she retorted. “It’s bullshit, Sharon, I’m tired of it! I’m sick of always feeling like an outsider, like I’m stupid because I don’t know anything about magick. You have your coven, your mind-reading powers, your witchcraft… And I’m never in the loop.”

Sharon was sitting in silence, motionless and almost expressionless, and Alaska wanted to shake her, scream at her to listen, to show some sign that she gave two shits about her. Instead, the witch just drew in another breath, tears spilling over her dark lashes.

“I’m sorry, Alaska,” she said in what was almost a whisper. “I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t want to press it, I wanted you to bring it up on your own time… I had no idea that you felt so excluded.” She stood up slowly, coming face-to-face with her girlfriend, and reached for her hands. “What can I do to fix this?”

Alaska shrugged, not moving to accept Sharon’s hands, but crossing her arms instead. “Does it matter?”

An expression of horrified shock crossed Sharon’s face. “Alaska… Of course it matters! You mean everything to me, baby, surely you know that.”

“I mean… sometimes I feel like I’m your mistress, and witchcraft is your real love.”

Sharon bit her lip, stepping forward and opening her arms to Alaska. “C’mere. Please.” Alaska moved into her arms, sinking into her embrace almost immediately as Sharon’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight. “You’re the most important thing in my life, Alaska,” she murmured, her voice still thick with emotion. “I can’t change who I am, but you need to know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I have no fucking intention of letting you go. Not now, not ever.”

Alaska leaned into her body, arms circling around her waist as their foreheads touched. “I’m sorry for getting so upset over something stupid,” she whispered. Sharon laughed thickly and stroked her soft blonde hair.

“We all do it, baby. Next time you have concerns like that, though, I want you to bring them up. I might be clairvoyant, but I’m really not a mind-reader. I want you to be able to talk to me, sweetheart.”

Alaska nodded. “Okay,” she agreed quietly, “I’m sorry for all the stuff I said, too. I don’t really believe that. I was just overwhelmed, and I lost my temper.”

Sharon smiled and pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips. “I love you, Lasky.”

“Love you too, Noodles.”

By the time October rolled around, Alaska had done a few simple spells with Sharon’s help, and was growing excited for the coming Sabbat. On the second day of the month, she entered Sharon’s apartment and was confronted with ridiculously cheesy Halloween decorations covering the entire apartment. When Sharon emerged from her bedroom in a jack-o-lantern hoodie, Alaska had to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Sharon asked as she crossed the room to pull Alaska into her arms. The blonde shook her head, grinning.

“Of course you’re a slut for Halloween,” she answered. “I should’ve expected this from you.”

Sharon snorted, pressing a kiss to Alaska’s cheek. “Probably, yeah,” she agreed. “Listen, I grew up with Samhain, and I never got to have a real Halloween until I was, like, six,” she said. Alaska furrowed her brow, confused, and Sharon continued. “Mom never really understood the whole trick-or-treating, store-bought costume thing, and she hated that witches were so demonized. But she wanted me to be happy, so she’d make me whatever costume I wanted, and I could wear it during our Samhain ritual.”

“That’s adorable,” Alaska grinned. “I bet you looked so cute. Did you ever dress up as a witch?”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “I’m dressed as a witch every day, Lasky.”

“You know what I mean!”

Sharon laughed, nodding, and Alaska joined in her giggling. “You’re a dork.”

“You love me,” Alaska shot back with a grin. Sharon smiled, pulling her closer and nuzzling her neck.

“Mmm, I do,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the blonde’s jaw. Alaska’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation of Sharon’s soft lips against her neck, her warm breath making her girlfriend shiver. Her hands slipped under Alaska’s shirt, holding her waist, and continued to trail her lips over her neck. Alaska whined softly, tipping her head back a little to give Sharon better access, and the brunette chuckled against her skin.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Alaska whined, “It’s been ages.”

Sharon nipped at her ear, huffing out a little laugh. “Has it been that long? I haven’t kept track, I’ve been so busy with work… Have I been neglecting you, my love?”

Alaska shook her head weakly, trying to focus on Sharon’s words instead of the way her hands were roaming, slipping lower and lower on her body. “We’ve both been busy,” she said, the sentence coming out as more of a whine. She blushed, leaning into Sharon as the witch moved one hand to cup her crotch and the other to rub at her hip.

“Mm, yeah,” Sharon agreed quietly, sucking a little love bite into Alaska’s neck. “Maybe…” she began, skimming her hand from Alaska’s hip down to her thigh and back up again, “Maybe you could, um… come over more?” she proposed nervously, burying her face in Alaska’s neck to hide her light blush.

“I’d like that,” Alaska smiled, choking back a noise as Sharon’s hand squeezed her through her jeans. “Sharonnn,” she whined, “Stop teasing…”

“I thought you liked it when I teased you,” Sharon purred, undoing Alaska’s fly and sliding her hand into her pants. Her fingers brushed against soft lace, and she smiled. “Aww, baby, did you dress up for me?”

Alaska flushed, biting her lip. “Not- not on purpose,” she answered, “I just… wanted to feel cute.”

“You feel plenty cute to me,” Sharon teased, rubbing her through her panties and feeling the delicate fabric begin to dampen. Her girlfriend whimpered, knees weak, and Sharon withdrew her hand to lay Alaska down on the carpet on top of a few soft pillows that she always kept on the floor.

The blonde pulled Sharon against her body, hard and fast, to bring their lips together and kiss her hungrily. Everything about Alaska’s kisses were desperate and needy, and she whined impatiently as Sharon slid her jeans down her legs and resumed her gentle teasing. Now that Alaska’s legs were bare, Sharon could see that her panties were pale lavender and completely made out of lace, barely shielding her from Sharon’s appreciative gaze.

“These are nice, Lasky,” she commented, pulling on the waistband of the panties before letting them snap back against Alaska’s skin. “They new?”

“I’ve been saving them,” Alaska whined, spreading her legs and tugging her sweater over her head, urgent and wanting. She slid a hand down her torso, letting it rest on her abs, and Sharon kissed the area repeatedly as she continued to play with Alaska through her underwear.

“Saving them for a special occasion, huh? They’re cute, baby, I like them. I’d like ‘em better off, though,” she added, and Alaska whined weakly and moved to help Sharon slide the offending garment down her legs. Sharon’s teasing had paid off; Alaska was flushed pink and dripping, and Sharon had a feeling that her cute new panties were probably soaked.

“God, Sharon, please,” Alaska choked out, wiggling her hips impatiently. Sharon grinned, pulling her hair back into a quick ponytail and licking her lips before she knelt between Alaska’s toned thighs and pressed her mouth against her.

Alaska let out a sugary moan as Sharon kissed her open-mouthed, her tongue making sloppy circles over Alaska’s aching pussy as the blonde’s back arched. One of her hands moved to grasp at Sharon’s head, and the other splayed out against her abs as she struggled to keep herself quiet.

Of her girlfriend’s many talents, the one that Alaska found herself most often appreciating was her spectacular oral finesse, and she once again praised the heavens silently as Sharon worked her mouth against her. Her mouth was hot and wet against Alaska’s pussy, her tongue licking her roughly before switching to gentle kitten licks on her clit, then long, full strokes against her entire slit, and she was turning Alaska into a whining mess with ease.

From Sharon’s perspective, Alaska’s moans and whimpers were absolutely adorable, and only served as encouragement for her to keep going. She loved how wet Alaska got, how her juices would drip down her thighs and gather thickly on Sharon’s tongue, and her sweet, delicate flavor. She whined and begged, always desperate for more, and her muscular thighs trembled on either side of Sharon’s head as the brunette ate her out like Alaska’s pussy was her last meal on death row.

Alaska was moaning freely now, too lost in pleasure to be embarrassed by how loud she was, and Sharon redoubled her efforts. The blonde came with a series of whimpers and moans that could’ve been an entire sentence, her voice breaking on the sounds as Sharon kissed and licked at her sensitive inner thighs, bringing her back down.

“Fuck, baby,” Alaska breathed, her voice ragged, and Sharon chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her inner thigh. “That was so good. Fuck.”

“I’m glad,” the witch grinned, moving up Alaska’s body to capture her lips in a sweet, languid kiss, tongue lapping against Alaska’s own. “Let me grab you a fresh pair of undies, okay? I think yours are soaked through.”

Alaska flushed, but nodded in agreement anyway. Over the months, a sizable portion of her clothing had managed to work its way into Sharon’s closet and drawers, so she knew Sharon would be able to find a pair of her panties pretty easily.

Once Alaska was dressed again, they cuddled up on the sofa to make plans for the coven’s Samhain celebration. Since it was Sharon’s favorite Sabbat, she usually planned the entire thing and acted as a hostess, and this year would be no different. Alaska helped her with the organizational aspects and would offer insight if she needed help making a decision about something, but otherwise it was all Sharon. Alaska greatly admired her girlfriend’s tenacity and passion for her craft, and mused on that thought a bit as Sharon went over the decorating plans for Supernature.

Jinkx and Sharon were swamped with Samhain candle orders, crystal bundles, and all manner of spell requests. The Halloween season was popular for tarot readings, and Sharon wasn’t too excited about the upcoming workload. She worried, secretly, that the number of clients would take away from her time with Alaska. In addition to her packed reading schedule, she always helped Jinkx out with shop orders, often leaving her exhausted and drained at the end of each day.

The week before the celebration, they had another fight.

“Please, Sharon, I just want us to go to Courtney’s Halloween party. We don’t have to stay too long, I promise.”

“How many times am I gonna have to say no?” Sharon exclaimed. “Samhain is one of the most sacred nights of the year! Trust me, I fucking love Halloween, and if this party was on any other day I’d say yes, but on Samhain itself I’m committed to my coven and my craft.”

Alaska crossed her arms, frowning. “You’re being really fucking unfair about this, Sharon,” she accused. “All of your friends have met me, but almost none of mine know you! Can’t I show off my girlfriend a little?”

Sharon’s hand flew to her forehead in exasperation. “Look, baby, I know it’s tough. There’ll be other parties, right? This celebration is really important to me. I can’t just skip it, that’s so insane! Do you have any idea how much this means to me?”

“And what about this party? Maybe it means something to me, Sharon. Maybe I want to introduce you to my friends because I’m in love with you! You’re being so fucking stubborn, I can’t believe you!”

“Me? This is an incredibly important celebration to me, Alaska! You have no idea how close it is to my heart! It’s so much more important than a stupid little party with your stupid little friends!” Sharon regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but the damage was already done. Alaska’s shoulders shook with rage as her eyes filled with tears, but her voice was dangerously quiet when she next spoke.

“So my friends are stupid, but yours are the priority? That’s bullshit, Sharon, and you know it. You’re just selfish. You don’t want to do anything that doesn’t have to do with your little fucking kumbaya circle, even if it’s something that would make me happy. I should’ve known you were a wicked fucking witch.”

Before Alaska could move, Sharon simply nodded, defeated.

“Okay,” she said flatly, her voice completely devoid of any emotion at all. “Dinner’s in the fridge, and I just changed the sheets in the guest room.” With that, she left Alaska in the living room, retreating to her bedroom. The click of the lock echoed through the apartment like a gunshot, and Alaska collapsed onto a cushion, bursting into tears.

-

As soon as Sharon slammed the door, hot, angry tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked, letting them run down her cheeks before wiping them away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Her whole life she’d had to deal with the “evil witch” stereotype, but never in her wildest imagination had she considered the possibility that Alaska believed it.

She knew she shouldn’t have insulted Alaska’s friends, but she was hurt that Alaska didn’t understand or care about the importance of Samhain to Sharon and her coven. Her coven was her family, and the Sabbats were more often than not the days when she could feel the most connected to her mother. Sometimes they even spoke, and those were the times that Sharon treasured more than anything. She couldn’t believe that Alaska didn’t understand.

Picking up the amethyst point that sat on her dresser, she held it close to her chest. She needed to meditate, needed to clear her head of the negative thoughts swirling inside her. Grounding herself was usually straightforward and easy, but she was having trouble right now, and it took her a moment to figure out why.

She could hear Alaska crying.

Sure, it was faint and quiet, but Sharon had the unfortunate gift of clairvoyance, and she could feel Alaska’s anguish tugging at her heart. She was upset that she’d been selfish, and scared that they were over for good… Sharon’s heart broke for her all over again. But then, an angry little voice reminded her that Alaska had been the one to antagonize her and insult her. Why should Sharon feel bad that Alaska was crying? She probably just wants pity, the nasty side of Sharon told her, She’s the one who hurt you, you didn’t hurt her.

Sharon plugged in her headphones and ignored the sounds of Alaska’s sobs.

Take off your feathers of lies, set them alight

Like all your saints have done

Shake out the wicked inside, watch it collide

And soon you will become divine

But can I be a little evil, sometimes?

Can I fake a smiling ego, when I’m not fine?

Can I doubt that we are equal, and both right?

‘Cause I don’t see like you

And I feel evil sometimes

Alaska slept in the guest room that night, feeling lonelier than she ever had in her life. The sheets smelled like their laundry detergent, which was a small comfort, but they didn’t smell like Sharon. The bed was cold without her, and the room felt stale and chilly. The worst part of the night was knowing that Sharon was just on the other side of the wall, and there was nothing that Alaska could do to get through to her.

She’d knocked on Sharon’s door several different times, ready to apologize and face her girlfriend’s anger for what she’d said to her, but there was no answer. The faint glow from underneath the door told Alaska that Sharon was probably practicing spellwork, which she often did when she was upset or stressed or angry. After the third time knocking, Alaska had simply given up for the night. She didn’t bother reheating the food that Sharon had made, didn’t even bother to eat it cold; she simply wasn’t in the mood. Instead, she stripped off her clothes and went to bed alone; her pajamas were in their- Sharon’s- bedroom.

Alaska awoke at midnight to the sound of music and the smell of weed, and sighed to herself. Sharon had put a record on and was clearly smoking her feelings away, and Alaska wished that she could do the same. Maybe approaching Sharon when she was stoned wasn’t the best idea in the world, but she had to try something… She threw on her underwear and left the guest bedroom, determined to make things right.

Sharon sat cross-legged on the carpet, only a few puffs deep, and Alaska joined her on the floor. Wordlessly, Sharon passed her the joint.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” Alaska said softly after her exhale. Her fingers brushed against Sharon’s as she passed the joint back, and their eyes met. “I swear I didn’t. I don’t think of you like that. Never have.”

“Everyone has at some point,” Sharon answered flatly. Alaska shook her head.

“You remember the ren faire? Where we met?” Sharon gave her a “duh” look, so she continued. “I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. You just had this… confidence. This inexplicable magick. I was drawn to you from the minute Jinkx dragged you out from the back of the tent.”

Sharon looked up at her. “You’re just trying to get me to stop being mad at you,” she accused weakly, but her eyes were wet. Alaska laughed dryly and shook her head.

“I mean it. Your magick is incredible, Sharon. It makes you who you are. I would never think that it made you a bad person. I’m sorry for saying what I said.”

“I’m sorry too. Samhain is really, really important to me, but I shouldn’t have said that your friends were stupid, or brushed off what you wanted to do. I’m really sorry, Lasky.”

“I know.”

Almost without intending to do so, they’d moved closer to one another, and Alaska was the first to close the distance between them. The kiss she gave Sharon was soft and fleeting, one hand cupping her cheek as her lips pressed chastely against her girlfriend’s. Sharon whined when Alaska pulled away, clearly wanting more, and Alaska chuckled.

“Not tonight. I’m supposed to be mad at you, remember?”

“Supposed to be?” Sharon echoed. Alaska shrugged.

“It’s hard to stay mad when I love you so much.”

[wetookanoath]

So, with all fics read... What kinks have found in your investigation?

Okay, so. I did a first post about this here, when I was around half done. Today, I’ve read all fics included the ones (finished) that popped up during the weekend.

Daddy kink seems to be y’alls cup, lmao. I’m not included the Age Play kink in here because, if you guys know about it (I had to research it and oh, oh, oh, that’s not for me), it’s different. So, daddy kink.

Fear makes ya (Ryan) horny. There’s this one fic (that is so going to my rec list) in which is both of them that get off to it, and the thing is not even smutty, but so fucking good. The scene when Shane realizes Ryan has the dirts because something just happened in location, holy shit– you guys are so fucking talented.

SIZE KINK, my boy and I are grateful for this because there are, for me, two very good authors out there that write it veeeery good. And it’s not just the height difference, but the weight difference, and the fact that Shane has ridiculously pretty hands.

This kinda enters in the size kink thing, but I feel like I should make a point especially for it. Shane has a proporcional body in fics, meaning his dick game is strong. Honestly, go big or go home.

Prize kink. This comes along with the BDSM stuff, and sometimes with the daddy kink stuff, but still. This is the one kink I’ve seen even outside sexy stuff in fics, so. Yeah. Good shit.

F R O T A T I O N. I’m not complaining, but yeah. There’s a lot of this. A LOT.

There’s kind of, like… an exhibitionism kink? Because there’s tons of sex in locations, when someone may see them, even there’s plenty of stories in which we, the readers, know ghost are seeing them, and the boys think they may be seen by these thingys, and they go for it. So– exhibitionism kink?

Dom/Sub dynamics have become more common in newer fics, and there are plenty, so I’m including it here.

Things I’m actually surprised that aren’t common/there’s none:

The age difference thingy. And I’m mentioning it because there’s a lot of daddy kink and lately, some age play stuff have been getting into the tag (I couldn’t read those– I know I said I was gonna read all, but I can’t with that kind of stuff), but even in those fics, there’s nothing about the age difference between them. And I have the theory that most people don’t know Shane is older than Ryan, lmao. Actually, for the college and high school AUs, I’m sure most people don’t know lol.

At first, the asphyxiation kink was a Something that happened in the fandom, but not anymore in newere fics. I wonder what happened.

I’m offended at the fact that there’s no more sassy sub/bottom Ryan, let alone the only bottom Ryan that should be aka power bottom Ryan.

You guys have never heard of switching, also.

Or about rimming.

Also, my dudes, an advice: if we are going for the Shane’s-body-makes-sense trope, guy needs plenty of lube. Not just to open down there, but over the good stuff. Tons of lube, don’t be afraid of writing about farting noises made by bottles of lube and how cold that shit is, I suffer every time it’s left in the air if my dude here is conscient enough about his proportions.

Also, to the one who writes me actual sweet love-making, I’m gonna love you forever (and probably make an edit of your fic and leave you a 4k comments on it). WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE SWEET, SWEET LOVE MAKING????????????????

[xphenxmenalx]

Guidelines

General Bits and Pieces

Heres a warning before you roleplay with me! Not following these rules can and will lead to me unfollowing you. These are rules for a reason meaning they are to be followed as such. Don’t like my rules? Don’t like something I say? Delete me! Your negative comments has no affect here, only consequence. Plenty of other roleplayers, you can follow and roleplay with instead..It’s all about fun! we’re all here to have fun, so let’s make the most of it. I don’t like to be miserable and I would never purposely make anyone else upset or miserable either. so let’s have fun.

Interacting

I will never ignore you! If you send me a message and I don’t reply? It’s mostly because Tumblr is being a douchebag and ate it. If we have a thread and I haven’t replied to it? Please message me because more than likely, didn't see the reply, got distracted and forgot it or I lost it. If you decided you want to drop something between our characters, for whatever reason, please let me know, don’t just disappear and/or ignore me because I will assume the worst, so yeah please tell me. I won’t get upset, I will respect your reasoning behind it, and I’d like to know rather than being left hanging.

No Out Of Character Drama! No God-Modding!

Important! I absolutely can’t stand drama, it absolutely makes me sick, so keep your drama away from me. Besides I will not tolerate any ooc drama whatsoever. I come on here to have fun and roleplay and meet new people, I’m not here for all of the petty drama that comes along with rping sometimes. I don’t care to start drama, but if you start drama with me, then I promise its going to start a war with me. I can’t stand immature roleplayers, cry babies, or attention whores meaning I really can’t stand immature people acting like cry babies to get attention. Oh I do have a short temper and when I explode its never pretty. I will go off majorly and sound like a bitch only cause you deserve it for actually being a dick and starting drama instead talking your issues you have with me, in private with me. HOWEVER, this doesn't mean in character drama isn't allowed, in character drama is definitely allowed.

This is roleplaying essentials! Unless I’ve given you permission, I don’t want you to use my character and do things with them that I haven’t said okay to. Which means you need to understand that I am the one in control of them, not you so just don't try to control my muses and do not kill any of them. God-mod is never okay to do so please don’t do it here.

Relationships & Shipping

This blog Is Multiship/Multiverse! This means that they will have more than one relationship/plot going at a time. This does not mean any of them are cheating on anyone, unless we discussed it before hand. If you’re unsure of what this entirely consists of, please, google it before trying to get into it. I just want to make sure you’re informed. Don't force a ship down my or my muse's throat! That's absolutely not cool and fucking rude, so just don't do it. If you force a ship upon my muse and me, I will not be accountable for my muses actions towards your muse or you. However I will not allow them to kill yours, just let them be a dick towards yours and possibly allow them to hit yours. It will invertedly lead to you being blocked, I will not apologize because you are the one who broke the rules. I ship based on chemistry. Don't assume we are shipping without talking to me. Just because my muse kissed or had sex or flirted with yours doesn't mean we are in a serious ship.

My Muses Sexuality.

Alexa ➳ Straight

AJ ➳ Bisexual

April ➳ Straight

Jon ➳ Bisexual

My Muses Main Verse Relationship.

Alexa ➳ Single

AJ ➳ Single

April ➳ Single

Jon ➳ Single

Their relationship upon interaction unless plotted out is SINGLE which means they are currently unattached. That means Alexa is not engaged to Murphy, AJ is not married to Wendy, AJ is not married to Punk, and Dean is not married to Renee.

My Opts Who I Will Instantly Be Oki With Shipping With:

Alexa & Baron

Alexa & Allen

Alexa & Dean

Alexa & Randy

Allen & Dean

Allen & Alexa

Allen & April

Allen & Baron

April & Dean

April & Allen

April & Punk

April & Randy

Dean & Allen

Dean & April

Dean & Alexa

Dean & Punk

Dean & Randy

Dean & Baron

My Hell No Opts Who I Will Not Be Oki With Shipping With:

Alexa & Murphy

Alexa & Blake

Alexa & Sami

Allen & Charlotte

Allen & Natayla

Allen & JoJo

Allen & Renee

April  & Dolph

April & Daniel

April & Sami

Dean & Renee

Dean & JoJo

Dean & Charlotte

Dean & Natayla

Just because your muse isn't on the list, doesn't mean I wouldn't be okay with shipping our muses, you can always go ahead and ask me or tell me if you wanna ship just don't force a ship on me or my muses, for there to be chemistry between them first before a ship happens. Just remember I hold the right to turn you down for a ship I don't feel comfortable with.

If your muse falls on the hell no opt list and you want to ship then please talk to me and we can see if something can be arranged but remember I do have the right to turn you down. If it does happen, I will possibly only allow ONE ship of it, not multiples because I want to be comfortable on my blog. Tho same thing goes there has to be chemistry between them first.

I Write Smut But You Must Be Of A Certain Age To Write Smut With Me!

Yes, I do write smut paras and posts, yes sometimes I'll post smutty pictures. However I will not place them under read more tags, just because I shouldn’t have to. I'm sorry but if you have a problem with this then just don’t read my posts, its that simple. I will always try my best to make sure I tag them NSFW, no promises tho cause shit happens and I may forget.

You need to be 18+ in order to write smut with me, why? Because I'm in my twentys, which makes me a legal adult and I’m not going to jail if your mom or whoever is legal guardian of you finds our paras. It will fade to black before it even heads in that direction if you are younger than 18. Also if you are legal age and uncomfortable with writing smut then we can make it fade to black, I have no problem with that.

Smut however may be a rare thing that happens even if I have a sex driven muse, the mun is very shy and unexperienced in that area. I will however try my best but if it sucks then I am sorry, I just don't want to make promises or forbid it at all so I'm just gonna keep it at a rare thing because it can happen if threads lead in that direction or if a meme is sent or received.

Quick Facts & Rules

Make sure you read all G u i d e l i n e s and I n f o r m a t i o n accordingly before you interact with any of my muses

I am not exclusive but I am extremely selective and semi private so I reserve the right to deny any interaction between our muses. However that happening is rare since I am usually very open to roleplaying with anyone unless I have reasons of not wanting to roleplay with someone.

If I post a meme please don't be scared to send one in, even if we haven't interacted yet or if we already have other threads. I don't care if we have to skip ahead or a bit behind in the timeline, lets just build the story of our muses. I reblog them so we can interact and build a story. If you don't send one in occuasionally then reblog from the source and not me.

 If you send a meme in then please specify which muse you want! If you don’t then its either gonna get deleted or randomize. I get it that you may not care who you get but have the common courtesy to say ANYONE so I know its definitely oki just to throw a random muse at you and that you'll be oki with it.

If we are mutual following each other then please try to interact with me and I'll do the same with you, I may be a bit shy but the effort of trying to make it work is so much better than feeling invisible and horrible. 

If I post a starter call, please only like it if you plan on answering. I rather not waste my time typing up a starter for someone who doesn't even answer it. If it doesn't work for you then please tell me and I can try to fix it to where it will work for both of us. Also if you possibly like it to notify me that you received it and tumblr isn't being a dick, or I'm gonna possibly have a panic attack over worrying about if you got it or not.

I'm sorry but if you break any of my muses to where they are no longer happy outside of threads then I will literally go off on you. I don't mean to be a bitch but it has happened before to the point I almost lost a muse and I don't need to lose any of my muses. Try to understand it doesn't just affect my muse but it affects me too. This is my escape from everything I have to go through in real and when roleplaying starts hurting me too then something is in major need of changing.

Now I need to point out one thing, I aint exclusive means my muses will play with other muses of the same muse and possibly ship with them. But that doesn't mean you will be replaced or I like them better. No one thread will be exactly the same as others and I don't want to restrict my muses to having to miss out on others incredible writing and muses. I LOVE YOU no less. just remember that.

If I reply to certain threads faster than yours, its nothing personal its just sometimes I only have muse for certain threads. I promise I'll reply to our thread when I have muse for it til then it will be sitting in my drafts, unless I lost it or eventually ended up dropping it cause I had no muse for it. I'll mostly likely drop you a message saying sorry about dropping it so you know I did. I may ask if you received my reply or replied to our thread to see if it was lost. However it may be awhile before I ask that because its sorta hard for me to ask since I worry about annoying you, so either I'll just assume its in your drafts or the worst it was lost.

In order for me to even consider following you, you need to CUT YOUR DAMN POSTS, honestly this is my biggest pet peeve and I really don't want my dash to be a clutter fuck. If you’re entirely unsure of how to do so, please google it, I don't want to be rude I just want to make sure you’re informed. Honestly I know how hard it can be when you are on mobile but its not impossible, tumblr gives you an option to delete old replies. If you can then you can either have someone help you or start a new post after like 2 long replies or 6 short replies between both partner

If you want to turn an ask into a thread then go for it, all I ask of you is you move it to a new post. DO NOT REBLOG IT FROM THE ASK. I will not follow you if you do that shit, it clutter fucks shit also and its fucking annoying to see.

I don't care how many threads we have but do try to be a bit understanding, I'm not supergirl. My muses and I can only handle so much before we gets to the point everything is too much to handle. Which means replies may take a while to be answered and posted, hell some may be answered and place in queue that following night so I can keep up. I may start to limit the amount of threads each muse can have with a certain muse to about 2-5 depending on the length of them that gets posted straight away then the rest shall go into queue. I'm sorry but  I don't need my muses or myself to feel like we're drowning in replies and get stressed about not being able to keep up and get everything posted in a reasonable manner. This is supposed to be fun since this is a hobby, not a job.

If you tag me in a starter then please make sure my muses and I can understand it. If its too confusing for my muse to figure out how to reply to it and I can’t help them then its going to be in my drafts for awhile til it gets deleted. I’ll feel like shit about it cause it isn’t because I don’t want to roleplay with you, its just my muse doesn’t know how to answer and I can’t help them. Its not fair to my muses if I make them do something they are completely confused about and don’t even know how to answer.

Alright I’m sorry but this has to be said because right now I just can’t stress it enough. I’m a multimuse blog, which means that means this blog contains more than one muse on it and you know what, you may not see them all being active because a certain one may become popular. I don’t know why that happens but it does and I appreciate the love you are giving to that muse but it is unfair to the rest of my muses. They deserve a chance, not just one damn muse. I get it you have favorites but honestly its not fair that you don't even take a chance on the others, since you may never know what could happen there. Plus I don't need any of my muses feeling left out or unwanted because you decided to play favorites, it makes them want to disappear and I honestly don't want to lose any of my muses so please try to give them all a fair chance, not just one specific muse of mine. If you are unsure where you can find out what all muses I have then here let me inform you real quickly. I have a page that lists all my muses which you can find under the word my muses which is right next to the words Read First! You can click the link to the page underneath the gif at the top of my guidelines page or you know it states my muses faceclaims at the bottom of the guidelines page, it actually gives a list of everyone I have a couple of times through my rules so there is no way you could miss it if you are actually reading my guidelines.

Mun Notes

I have anxiety, depression, bipolar, mood disorders, and phobias. I'm sorry I can't control how fucked up I am but you are gonna have to bare with me. If I disappear without warning, its because my depression has hit an all time high and tumblr isn't helping me any. I always return tho and do my best to get all replies I owe done, even if it takes me forever. They will come I promise, unless I have dropped or lost a thread; in that case I will let you know.

I have a personal life and that will always come first, which unfortunately means that there will be times where I may not being able to get on and there may be times that I am online but to distracted to be paying attention to my laptop. There will be times when replies are fast as fuck and there will be times where replies are so as fuck but either way I will do my best to reply to you.

I will never ever send anyone any hate messages since that is very immature, I only send adorable messages to try to make one smile but its very seldom that I send anything because I am a bundle of nerves and shy as fuck haha.

I am a sweetheart til I'm pissed off, in which I must warn you that I have a short temper. Unfortunately you can say I truly am a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Please don't assume shit, I hate that shit so much. I had that happen to me more than once and it hurts like hell. Especially when I am accused of something I didn't do, plus it is highly rude to assume shit without proof.

All Icons have been made by me, unless stated otherwise. Don't steal or use them without asking me first. It was hard work that took forever to do, I spent alot of time on them with the lil resource to make them. I do not own any of the gifs I use, unless I have stated otherwise.

I play my muses the way I want to play them, not how the show plays them, not how the actor plays them, not how others want me to play them. I shouldn't have to since I play them for me, and only for me. I play them so I can have an outlet away from stress, not to gain stress from the pressures of following canon perfectly. I will never follow canon and I'm proud of that, however if you have a problem with how I portray my muses then please go somewhere else.

I do not claim to be any of the muses I protray nor will I ever!

URLS

These are the urls I'm tracking.

Main ➳ xPhenxmenalx

AJ ➳ P1Stylez

Alexa ➳ lilxmissxbliss

April ➳ lxvebitesx

Jon ➳ xlunaticxfringex