#but it did breed a very important friendship

[thisissirius]

How do you keep writing even when nobody gives you kudos or comments? I struggle a lot but sometimes when your fics get not much you keep going. I don’t mean that to be mean. I just think you’re amazing for keeping on even when some fics don’t get a lot of visibility.

hello sweet anon! don’t worry, i dont think you’re being mean. of course it can get disheartening!

imagine yourself in a room of a thousand people. it’s hard, i know, because that number is insane. you get ten kudos. imagine those ten people around you, excited about the fic you’ve just written. perhaps one of them leaves a comment and is talking your ear off. the rest are just storing away the fic for future reading. they’re not vocal, but your fic has meant something to them, however small, and maybe it’ll be read again, maybe it’s just something they’ll think of fondly when they leave this room. in the grand scheme of things, perhaps your fic hasn’t resonated with the wider gathering, but these ten people have taken something you’ve read, something you’ve put time and effort into, and have loved it.

if just one person sees my fic, reads it, and likes it enough to hit that kudos button, i feel fulfilled.

we all look for different things in the content we consume. some of the most kudosed fics in fandoms don’t resonate with me. sometimes they’re just what i needed and wanted and adore. some of my most kudosed fics have been written at the height of fandom, when everyone is reading and kudosing. sometimes they have been written in a fandom long since abandoned and they get next to no visibility but a dedicated cohort of relentless fans. sometimes it’s about the quality. sometimes it’s about the content. sometimes it’s just not going to work for you, or for them.

there are a series of novels; one may be a bestseller, but the rest are lacklustre. that doesn’t mean the author is bad, just that circumstances (timing, content, word of mouth, quality, quantity) conspired to make it popular and the rest not so. there are so many factors that make a fic popular. sometimes it’s the fic you like the least that becomes popular. sometimes it’s your best work. my most kudosed fic isn’t my best, but it contains elements that resonate with a wider audience in the fandom than some of the works i think are better (in my own limited opinion).

write for yourself; think about what you want to see, what you want to explore, what you enjoy. write for your friends. if you ignore everything I’ve written here, take that away. i have a small cohort of fellow fandom people that get me, get my writing, and like the same things i do. if just one of them says “omg” to a fic i’ve written, i’m satisfied.

write because you love it. write because you love the characters, the world, the idea that’s actually made you sit down and WANT to write.

don’t write a fic because you want it to be popular. write fic because you want to. kudos, comments, and bookmarks will happen by accident or by design.

have faith in yourself, anon. if you have faith, love what you’re writing, have enthusiasm, someone out there will consume your writing and love it, and you. perhaps just one person, but the fact that you’ve touched one person is amazing!!!

(imagine if that person reached out, spoke to you, shared ideas with you, you formed a relationship and you’ve now been friends for ten years or more. that fic still has only one kudos, but you have a solid decades old friendship that wouldn’t be if you hadn’t written it. that’s the impact fics can have, regardless of popularity).

and if you ever find yourself worried, shoot me links. i consume so much fandom content and will always leave kudos when they resonate ❤️

[starlight-library]

Take a break | LS2

pairing: logan sargent x reader

summary: its launch day for williams and your boyfriend so overwhelmed and tired you decide to give him a quick pick me up

warnings: smut: oral (f & m receiving), sorta sub!logan & dom!reader, no protection (wrap your willy sillies!), praise kink, breath play (didn't intend for that one), breeding kink, basically porn with a semi plot??

a/n: uh, haven't written smut in a long time let alone f/m smut so PLEASE be gentle with me here! also i'll admit, writing scene with eating out is NOT my strong suit but i'm trying to get better! again, no proofreading, we die like men!

wc: 2.8K

Launch days were something you weren’t particularly familiar with for a multitude of reasons. The first reason was you hadn’t been a long time fan of F1 as you had recently gotten into the sport a little into the 2023 season more as something to have on in the background. The second reason is because you were so new to this world of motorsports, you had no idea what the pre-season would entail. The third reason is because the only reason you got into the world of F1 was because of your boyfriend, Logan Sargent.

You happened to be on a trip with some friends in Miami even after hearing many horror stories about how Miami usually ruins friendships. That was not you and your friends though. Instead you and your friends had made a very important note to have dedicated alone time so you all didn’t end up kill each other and it was proving to be a great key to this vacation. During your shopping, you had bumped into someone and turned around to apologize the same time Logan did. The two of you laughed and went your separate ways. You had told your friends about the encounter and how you regretted not continuing the conversation but you were too embarrassed. They reassured you that they would find this mysterious blonde man for you.

None of you had to try very hard as you and your friends decided to go to a club Sunday night after the Grand Prix and it just happened to be the same one a lot of the drivers ended up going to. You ran into Logan again, literally, and this time you actually kept the conversation going. One thing lead to another (as well as finding out he was an F1 driver and causing you to go down this rabbit hole to understand his work more) and by summer break you had been on four dates before he officially asked you to be his partner. By winter break, you were comfortable enough for him to announce the relationship and even with the mixed reviews from fans neither of you let it affect your relationship. If anything, it made your relationships stronger. It helped that Alex and Lily were super supportive and helpful the moment you two went public.

Lily especially. She had been nothing but kind and supportive the moment you two went public. She went on about how sweet Logan is and how she was ecstatic for him to finally have met someone who wanted him for him and not because he was a famous world driver. She was also over the moon to have a WAG on the team (yes she even took the time to explain what was a WAG was to you) and that she finally had someone to sit with during races and chat with during events like this.

Which is how you found yourself sorta following Lily around like a lost puppy to really grasp the rope of things before the two of you found yourself huddled together as the launch happened. It was fun. There was a kid named William outside with a sign that said ‘My name is William too!’ They actually brought him in for the launch and even had him sit in the car. You smiled seeing the kid beam at the two of them and Logan happily chatting with him when he wasn’t pulled away to be in front of the camera.

After the launch, Alex and Logan were heading down to Central Park to continue filming so you and Lily decided to have a little afternoon together. You two went shopping, had lunch, and just explored as the two of you chatted about anything and everything. You guys were stopped a bit for pictures, which was expected with Lily, but you? That surprised you but also warmed your heart and you happily took the photos. Then you two arrived at the hotel and parted ways before the meet and greet where you’d probably be off to the side with her once again just watching and interacting with fans.

You were mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV when you heard a faint whirling noise before the door was opened. Looking over you saw your boyfriend and a smile tugged to your lips. Shifting, you sit next on the edge of the bed as Logan comes padding over. The smile turns into a small frown seeing the state of him. “You okay?” You ask. He grunts in response as he stands between your legs and you rub his arms soothingly.

“Come sit,” you gently pull Logan down next to you. Immediately, the American is pulling you into his lap and burying his face into your neck. Running your fingers through his hair, you kiss his temple gentle as he grumbles about how long days like this were and how tiring they were and he wanted nothing more than to stay here. You bit your lip gentle wanting to reassure him that it would be over soon but knew he had so much more socializing to do and he was near his wits end.

Then, an idea hit you.

“Tell me more,” you comment as you wiggle out of his lap and kneel behind him to give him a massage. You feel him relax under your touch and you smile gently as you continue. It’s a nice gesture but it’s mainly a distraction. When he’s relaxed enough you pull away as he continues to ramble as you slide off the bed and move to stand between his legs. Gently pushing him on the bed Logan’s let out a small huff of a laugh as he tosses an arm over his eyes. Perfect. Stripping out of your pants and panties, you crawl onto the bed and swat his arm away. The second his arm is to his side you’re swinging a leg over, trapping his head between his thighs and sitting down.

It takes a millisecond for Logan to realize what’s going on before you groan feeling his tongue on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair for purchase as he happily runs his tongue over your clit. Long slow strokes before short kitten licks. It sends a shiver of pleasure up your body as you buck your hips forward. His hands quickly find your thighs gripping tightly as he traps you. You tilt your head back groaning loudly as you roll your hips as you two find your rhythm quickly since Logan loves being between your thighs.

You let praises fall from your lips between the moans and gasps falling from your face. It should be illegal with how good Logan is from your clit to your cunt as he opens you up with his tongue. Even though you guys haven’t been together for long he had made it his mission to learn your body inside and out. How you liked him switching between slow licks and fast licks. How your eyes rolled when he teased your clit with circles before sucking. How your hips bucked when he slipped his tongue in and slowly fucked you open. How if he tilted his head back just enough he could get deeper brushing against your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and let out the most delicious sounds. How if he switched the routine up it drove you mad and close to your orgasm which he was very much intending to do but that’s not on your agenda.

Your chest was heaving as you felt the familiar coil starting to form in your abdomen. You force yourself to let go of his hair to wedge your fingers under his and pries his hands off your thighs before you lift yourself up. Looking down, you wish you could take a picture but a mental one will do. Logan’s hair was wild against the sheets, eyes wide and pupils blown. His face was flushed a beautiful shade of pink and his mouth and chin was shiny with your juices. His fingers twitched in your hands as he stared up at you neither one daring to move as he whines. He became such a beautiful mess so quickly for you.

“Yes?”

“I need—” he gulps slightly.

“You need what?” You tease.

His mouth opens and then closes as he tries to find the words. You know exactly what he wants and you’re tempted to give it to him, “stay,” you command as your grip on his hands loosens so you can easily move off of him and slink off the bed and onto the floor.

“Sit up,” you say while stroking the inside of his thigh and he does looking down at you. Looking up at him, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and he groans tipping his head back slightly. You swirl your tongue around the tip before flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock. Hallowing your cheeks, you start to bob your head. You watch his hands start to go to your hair but stop knowing better than to touch without permission so he grabs the sheets as if it’s a life line. You place your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you continue prepping yourself. He’s babbling above you begging for more. He’s not specific with what he wants but that’s typical for him.

When you’re relaxed you happily take him down your throat, nose against his navel, and Logan throws his head back letting out a moan. Internally, you smirk at how loud he was. Usually he tried to be reserved and letting himself be focused on your pleasure but today was about him. You pull off to the tip before going straight back down and he tenses to keep himself still knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto the sheets. You continue for a bit longer before you pull off with a pop before standing.

“Lay down,” you say gesturing to the pillows and Logan scrambles laying on his back as his head hits the pillow. You wince for him since he was so close to hitting the headboard but it was a miracle he didn’t. That would’ve been one way to kill the mood and end the day for sure. Getting onto the bed, you straddle your boyfriend who’s breathing heavily from anticipation. Smirking at the mess you’ve already made of him, you grab the base of his cock and line yourself up before sliding down.

In unison you both groan as you put your hands on his chest for leverage. Once you’re bottomed out you take a moment to adjust. You start to move your hips in small circles sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as Logan turns his head to the side, groaning again.

“Babe I—”

“Shhh, I know. It’s okay,” you murmur as you run your hands over his chest, “I got you. Just lay there and let me hear all your pretty noises. Can you do that for me?”

Logan whines in response again.

“Logan.”

“Yes,” he breaths out, “Yes I—I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

Raising your hips you sink back down and tilt your head back. It’s been a while since you two have actually had time to have sex and it felt like the first time all over again. Just with how well he filled you up and it felt like a punch to the gut (pun intended…maybe). You start out with this slow rhythm hearing how Logan groaned and moaned under you whining and asking for more.

You work yourself on his cock picking up the pace as you go. You lean back, gasping at the new angle as your hands find purchase on his thighs. “Oh fuck—” you manage out between the moans. “Yes, fuck yes baby so good.” You ramble on as his head tosses to the side, hands gripping the pillows, the sheets, anything that isn’t you.

“I—fuck babe—please—” Logan gasps.

“Please what?”

“Let me touch you. Fuck. Babe. Please. Please please please,” he begs, “need to touch you. Please, shit, babe you look so good riding me, please,” He begs, “been so good for you.”

“Such a good boy,” you purr out, “okay.”

His hands fly to your hips. His eyes trained on you. How your lips are parted. The slight sweat starting to form on your forehead as your hair sticks to it. How your eyes are fluttering close.

“Let me move. Please baby,” he begs, “you’ve done so much work,” he’s rambling, “wanna make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good. God fuck babe I wanna make you feel good.”

You’re lost in your own little world as Logan rambles on. You’re so close of finding that spot and you shift to lean forward, hands back on his chest. One hand fumbles but it covers Logan’s mouth as you continue, slamming your hips down on him. Your eyes go wide and you see stars when you find it, throwing your head back as you continue. “Fuck—oh right there. Shit—” you moan out as you fall into an endless cycle of moans, groans, and cursing. You can feel Logan’s lips against your hand still moving but between your own noises and the absolutely filthy obscene noises you two were making it was drowned out.

Your body is on fire. Your legs are straining and you’re getting tired but you continue. You feel the coil forming once again and your hand drops to Logan’s throat as you wrap your hand around, squeezing slightly. He lets out a strangled gasp mostly out of shock before he moans. “You—fuck—” you breath heavily, “yes move.”

Logan did not need to be told twice. Gripping your hips tight enough that will surely leave bruises, not that you really minded, he snapped his hips up when you came down. You screamed - you’re pretty sure you did but you can’t be quiet to sure with the stars you were seeing and everything else drowning out expect Logan’s voice. He’s thanking you over and over, telling you how amazing you are and how you treat him so so well. He matches your pace and you can’t even prepare yourself as your orgasm is ripped out of you.

You grip his throat tighter and he lets out another strangled groan. Your body shakes as you continue riding him babbling about how good he’s fucking you, how pretty he is like this, how only you get to see him like this, and how only you can make him feel this good. He’s trying to speak but it’s hard and you manage to loosen your grip. He gasps for air before the words are slipping past his lips.

“Please. Oh god please let me cum. Please I’m so—I’m so fucking close. Babe. I need—” he chokes on air as tears form, “god please.”

You feel limp. You’ve slowed your own pace down but he continues with the pace. You manage an ‘yes, you can cum’ through moans and whines. It takes three more thrust before Logan’s spilling into you, head thrown back and groaning loudly as his eyes roll in the back of his head slightly. He continues to fuck you through his own orgasm before he finally comes down.

You’re both shaking slightly at this point. You force yourself to pull off of him, feeling his cum ooze out of you as you end up collapsing on top of Logan as the two of you catch your breath. Moving his hands to your hips, he gently massages them as he kisses the top of your head. You let your eyes slip close as your breathing returns to normal smiling to yourself as you listen to his heartbeat. “Better?” You ask finally breaking the comfortable silence.

“Much better. Thank you babe, I really needed that,” he says and plants a soft kiss to your hair.

“Of course. You know all you have to do is ask.”

Logan huffs a laugh out which earns an eye roll out of you. You turn your head so you can look at him and he’s smiling at you, leaning down to kiss your nose as you wiggle it. “I know,” he says, “I’m…working on it.”

“I know, and I’m proud. But with a schedule like this you have to be more keen on making sure you’re okay. Really.”

“I know. I know,” he nods as he speaks, “now come on, we gotta get cleaned up so we can go to dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah,” Logan blinks, “the meet and greet starts at six. So I thought we could grab an early dinner at a little mom and pops diner I found. Come on,” he gently sits up with you still on his chest. You squeak when he’s got his arms under your ass and shifting before you two are standing legs instinctively wrapping around his waist with a grin, “I’m paying this time.”

“You paid last time!” You argue as he laughs taking you both to the bathroom to get clean before dinner.

[pandorxxx]

Say you love me…

Neteyam (20) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Tags: @neytirishottie you know I had to come through for you…I love you bae, xoxo🤞🏾😌

🔞minors do not Interact🔞

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSEEEE, cursing, oral, p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, creampie, soft dom Neteyam, choking, spit.

You and Neteyam sat on the edge of the river bank, talking and laughing as you always did. Neteyam was your very best friend, you two could tell each other anything. The relationship you had with Neteyam was flirty, but strong, making it easier to talk to him about the important topic you dragged him out here for.

“Okay, so listen, I have something to tell youuuuu.” You sung the last syllable, making Neteyam laugh out loud.

“What’s up, y/n?” He asked turning to you, intrigued about the conversation.

“Soooo, you know Na’mook, right?” You ask nodding your head at him as you palmed his huge arm. Neteyam knew Na’mook very well. They were good friends, and he was apart of the hunting party with him.

“Yes, what about him?” He asked staring out into the water, not expecting your next answer.

“He asked me to come with him to the tree of souls, TONIGHT!!!” You screeched in excitement, shaking his arm. His smile fell, and his blood ran cold. He turns to you slowly, and tilted his head in confusion.

“What did you say?” He asked in a calm tone, squinting his eyes at you as he smiled sarcastically. You let him go, and pout.

“Neteyammm, you want me to repeat all of that?” You whine, throwing your head back in frustration.

“What, so you’re going to mate with him?” He asked scooting closer to you, praying to eywa that you answered the question right so that he wouldn’t have to snatch you up.

“I meaaaannnnn, why not? He’s so hot. Let’s just say that if he wanted to, i wouldn’t shoot it down.” You say, smiling at your lap, thinking about the scenario.

Before you knew it, neteyams hand was wrapped around your neck, almost cutting off circulation. You grabbed his arm immediately as your eyes widened.

“Are you fucking serious? Na’mook? And I’m sitting right here?” Neteyam asked with a dark chuckle.

“What the hell is your problem?” You asked with a confused look as you hit his arm, still holding your neck.

“I’ve been asking you to mate with me for the longest, what’s wrong with me?” He asked as he released your neck, hanging his head down in sadness.

“Neteyam, I told you. I love you so much, but I don’t want to ruin our amazing friendship.” You say, looking at the side of his face as you rubbed his back. You could see a smile creeping up on his face, as he let out a soft chuckle. He looked up at you, and nodded.

“You’re right, y/n. I’ll see you later, I’ve got to go.” He explained before standing to his feet swiftly, and walking away. He didn’t even bother turning around as you called his name. He had a plan to make you his, but he had to take care of something first.

Neteyam walked to the common area of the forest, where all of the people where. He saw Na’mook training the younger warriors, and decided to set his plan into action.

“Hey Na’mook! What’s going on?” He says with a smile as he walked closer to him, pounding fists.

“Hey Neteyam, what’s up?” he asked as he put his hands on his hips.

“Listen, my father wanted to know if you could take my spot in the war party tonight? I’ve been feeling alittle sick.” He says sarcastically as he rubbed his stomach.

“Shit…” Na’mook whispered to himself, making Neteyam chuckle under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?” Neteyam asked him, knowing the answer already. Na’mook sighed before speaking

“It’s just that….I was supposed to meet with y/n tonight, at the tree of souls. I was going to ask her to be my mate.” He confessed as he smiled to the ground just thinking about you. Neteyam clenched his fist at Na’mooks response, but kept his cool, nonetheless.

“I mean, there is always tommorow!” Neteyam says with a sarcastic smile as he playful hit Na’mooks shoulder. Na’mook let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Na’mook said. Rubbing the back of his head.

“Shit! It’s almost eclipse, I have to go tell her.” he starts to walk away, but Neteyam stops him.

“Bro, don’t even sweat it! I’ll tell her it was my fault.” Neteyam smiles, extending a hand to Na’mook, waiting for him to shake it. Na’mook smiles, and shakes Neteyams hand.

“You know, you’re alright, Neteyam. I appreciate you.” Na’mook nods his head. Neteyams smile widened, as he pulled away from na’mook.

“Oh trust me, it’s the least I could do.” Neteyam says sarcastically as he walks away, trying to hold in his laugh.

You had been waiting for Na’mook for 45 minutes, before you started to worry that he stood you up. You sat with your legs crossed infront of the tree of souls.

“Oh! Great Mother, why can’t I find a decent boy? I really thought Na’mook would be the one.” You look up at the tree with your hands pressed against your chest. You sat there for a few more minutes before you decided to head back to your hut. Before you could start walking, you heard trees rustling in the back ground. You snapped your head at the noise, and grabbed your knife. Out came Neteyam with his hands up, smiling at you.

“Woahhh mighty warrior!! it’s just me.” he laughs walking closer to you. You rolled your eyes and sat back down in front of the tree.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, playing with the moss beneath you. He walks over and takes a seat directly in-front of you.

“I came to see you…” he smiled, tracing your body with his eyes. You stop playing with the moss, and slowly look up at him through your eyebrows before continuing with the moss.

“I told you that Na’mook asked me to come here, so why would you come? You’re lucky he ditched me or you would’ve been watching a porno from the trees.” You say, leaning back on your hands shooting him a sarcastic grin. That statement made him angry. Why would you say that to him, knowing how he felt about you? Were you trying to make him mad, or were you just venting like you always do?

He lets out a small chuckle, looking at the ground, and then back up at you.

“You know i love you right?” He bit his lip, glaring at you. your heart fluttered at those words. You sit up, placing your hands in your lap.

“What is this? Hmm? What are you doing?” You asked with tired eyes, as you looked at him.

“Say you love me…” he says drunkenly as he leaned on his elbows alittle, massaging his cock through his loincloth, watching you get nervous. Your eyes widened at the size of his bulge, before you cleared your throat loudly, looking around the forest.

“Neteyam, what the fuck are you doing?” You smiled sarcastically, still looking around the forest.

“I need you, y/n. I want you so bad, please.” He pleads as he unties his loincloth, tearing it from around his hips. His huge cock sprung out, and hit the bottom of his chest. He gripped it, and started jerking off, staring at you. You couldn’t help but stare at his throbbing cock, jaw on the ground.

“Tell me you love me, y/n! I need to here you say it.” He moaned as he sped up the pace, throwing his head back. You couldn’t take the tension anymore, as much as you didn’t want to ruin the friendship, you couldn’t stop your self from crawling over to him. You stopped in between his legs and sat up. You slapped his hand away, and grabbed his raging cock, taking it all into your mouth with no hesitation. Neteyams eyes widened at the sensation as he gripped your head.

“Fuckkkkk!” he whined as you started to swirl your tongue, humming on him. He bit his lip watching you devour his cock. You bobbed your head and looked up into his eyes. His mouth flew open, as he started twitching in your mouth.

“You’re doing so fucking good…” He grabbed your head with both hands, thrusting your mouth onto his cock. He let out a low growl as he watched you choke on him. When you gagged, your throat would close, and open on his cock, sending him into a moaning fit. His legs started shaking, and his eyes fell shut.

“Get up, get up! Im about to cum!!” he shouts into the night sky. You ignore him, trying to work the orgasm out of him. He tried to pull you off, but he was too weak from the pleasure. All he could do was convulse before shooting his cum into your mouth. He let out a loud gasp as he laid back, catching his breath. You sucked all of his cum up before swallowing. You swiftly took your loincloth off before straddling him. He grabbed your hips, and looked up at you with hungry eyes.

“Can I ride you?” You ask innocently, as you grind on his cock, biting your lip. He groaned at the friction of your wet walls sliding up and down his rock hard shaft. He clenched his jaw at you before lifting you up, and slamming you down onto him. You both moan in unison. He gripped your hips, bouncing you up and down on him. He watched as his cock poked out of your stomach with every thrust, making him hum in pleasure. He grabbed your hand, and pressed it to your stomach so you could feel him.

“You feel that? That’s me deep in your womb…the womb that’s going to carry my children one day.” He grunted as he watched you lose it from those words.

“Ughhh fuck, neteyammm!!” you scream as you start to bounce on him. You flip your hair back, and place your hands on his chest, throwing your head back. He watched you with his mouth opened, shocked at how you were acting right now. His eyes traced down to the source, as he watched his pelvis hit yours with every thrust. He started to fill the familiar knot in his stomach, as he watched you ontop of him.

“You’re so damn pretty like this, makes me wanna cum inside of you right now.” He moaned, scrunching his face up at the pleasure. You lean down to him, as he you kept your momentum on top of him. You kissed his lips sloppily, creating a line of spit connecting you to him when you pulled away.

“Mhmmm so cum in me.” You smile deliriously as you bit your lip. He pulled you down to his shoulder, and held your back, stopping your movements. He immediately started thrusting into you fast, hard, and deeper than ever. You scream from the pleasure as you felt your high approaching quickly.

“Say you love me, y/n!!!” He shouted through gritted teeth, as he thrusted into you hard. You finally say it:

“I LOVE YOU NETEYAMMM” you scream as your legs start to shake, eyes rolling back as you squirt all over him. That was enough to make him come undone. He moaned loudly in your ear as he came inside of you. He slowly pumped in and out of you to push his seed further into your womb. He finally pulls out of you, feeling his access cum leak onto his stomach. He lets you go, throwing his head back in exhaustion. You fall to the side of him, breathing heavy as you look into the sky.

“So are we still friends?” You ask, already knowing the answer, but you wanted to here him say it. He swiftly hovers over you, grabbing your neck.

“Fuck the friendship, you’re mine now…”

Ight hold UP. This might be the best blowjob Scene I have ever written. Like damnnn lil mama…😩

On a more serious note😂…I want to thank y’all for supporting this page. It would be nothing without y’all. Love y’all soooooo much🫶🏽😎

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[charswithbatsmybeloved]

Okokok so I'm not very big in the batman x superman scene but once I had a dream where I was walking through a DC museum and one exhibit was about queer subtext in the comics vs. being cut out of the film and show adaptations. One specific example they looked at was a scene for a Valentine's comic, written about all sorts of platonic love in the Justice League.

So in the comic, Bruce Wayne shows *platonic affection for Clark by working with botanists and doing research into Kryptonian plant species. He breeds a flower (that looks like a dark red rose) from Kryptonian soil and preserved seeds to give to Clark and offers him to help with research because Bruce believes that Clark and any surviving kryptonians shouldn't lose hope that they can preserve their culture and find new life, even without their home planet.

In the TV adaptation, however, for their Valentine's special the show runners thought it was too queercoded to have Bruce give a flower (basically a red rose) to Clark during the Valentine's episode. So at the end of the episode, Diana gives Clark a rose pretty much without prompting. The panel in the dream details that Diana just giving Clark a rose out of nowhere strips the original scene of all of its meaning. It's never explained why Diana has the rose, whether the rose is important, and never mentions it again. So by changing the scene to make it less queer, the show ruined a perfectly good moment of connection where Clark gets to have hope that his home world isn't completely unknowable to him.

Did dream me make all that up?? Am i crazy? Because that would be a WILD thing for my brain to just spawn in when I barely even watch justice league.

*So in the original comic, a big part of the plot was that sometimes love sits in a middle zone. Not all affection has to be specifically defined and characters can do semi romantic actions without being inherently romantically involved. So Bruce and Clark were shown to be in a "middle zone" in the comic where they do slightly romantic things but with platonic friendship feelings, mostly to express that love takes many forms.

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A/N: hi! This idea is inspirited by a tiktok I saw about a woman leaking because she saw a baby cry in a movie 🤣🤣 so, yeah… Read the warning!!!! Not your thing? Just skip this one shot:)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary; the avengers have a movie night together and a baby cries on screen. Reader, having given birth a few months ago, is very sensitive to baby cries…her breasts start leaking and Steve comes to help…

Warinings: past pregnancy, mentioned reader having a child, father unknown (mentioned ons), leaking breasts, lactation kink, breast milk, mommy kink, daddy kink, p in v, breeding kink, slight pregnancy kink, multiple creampies, mentioned stretch marks (once)

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You leaned your head against Steve’s shoulders, while watching the movie. It wasn’t really exciting, but you enjoyed being close to Steve. It wasn’t a secret (well, actually it was) that you liked Steve. A lot. Only Natasha knew-she was the one that stood you by when you found out about your pregnancy, when you explained to her that you didn’t remember your daughters fathers name and that it was a drunken one night stand. After that your and Steve’s friendship kind of…you couldn’t explain it. Nothing changed, but everything was so different.

Sighing you closed your eyes, slowly burying your face in the soft material of Steve’s sweater-but then what you’ve feared most happened.

A baby wailing.

You immediately felt your breasts wetting your maternity bra and the shirt you were wearing. Even Steve’s sleeve, since you had been cuddling with him. “Fuck”, you whispered, grabbing you breasts to stop the milk flowing, but it didn’t help much. “I’ll be right back-“, with that you disappeared, quickly walking to the bathroom.

The team watched you go, all slightly confused. All besides Natasha, Wanda and Steve. Both women knew how the body of a mother worked, especially with a crying baby, even if it wasn’t yours. And Steve…Steve smelled it. Felt it. The sweet smell of your milk, the warm feeling when it wetted his sleeve. Fuck. His dick hardened and he had to pull the blanket higher over his crotch.

He really tried not to think about your sweet milk, how your breasts looked when they leaked…

It took him a few minutes till he finally felt his dick calm down and you still weren’t back. Maybe you went feeding your baby? But he didn’t think you’d extra wake your girl up, especially when she finally had fallen asleep. You had said yourself you hoped she’d sleep through most of the night.

“I’ll get her”, he mumbled not to disturb the movie and went to your room. Since he couldn’t find you there and the bathroom door was closed, he guessed you were there. “Are you okay? Can I come in?”, he knocked and opened the door after hearing you let him in.

His gaze fell onto your naked breasts and he felt himself blush immediately. “Oh-I-sorry-I thought you said yes-“ “I did, Steve, it’s fine. You’ve seen me feed her so many times, I don’t care about it anymore-I just-I can’t find my pumps-but ugh, I have so much milk. She didn’t eat a lot today and now I feel so, so full”, you whined, your nipples still leaking occasionally, while you tried to find your pumps which you always had in your cabinet.

Where the fuck did you put them?

You noticed how Steve was still staring at your breasts. They looked so heavy. So full. So…god, he felt his dick stiffen again. That was so embarrassing. Was he being a weirdo? But your breasts looked so good. He wanted to grab them. Maybe bury his face in them…lick your nipples, taste- ““Steve-don’t look at them like that. It’s like you’ve never seen boobs before-” “I haven’t seen leaking boobs”, Steve you idiot. Where was this brain to mouth filter when you needed it. It definitely never worked for Steve. Especially in situations where it would be very much important to think before talking.

Steve’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red and even you felt blood rush to your cheeks. A soft smile escaped your lips. “And now what? You wanna touch them?”, you didn’t expect for Steve to actually lift his hand, but he quickly pulled away, blushing even deeper. “Sorry I-I don’t know what���s wrong with me. It’s like my brain isn’t…yhm…braining”, he mumbled, his eyes still on your tits. It looked like they were leaking even more than before. And when he took a deep breath the sweet smell was there, too. Sometimes he hated his enhanced abilities. Especially in the city, it was always overwhelming but now…fuck, he loved it. He could smell you.

Slowly you turned around, dripping your arms at your sides. Steve licked his lips, looking at your heavy breasts, their size definitely changed since before your pregnancy. From small and perky to more..heavy hanging and also bigger.

“If you want…you can touch, I mean…but…I’m sensitive and…well, leaking”, you mumbled, watching as Steve stepped a bit closer. Your breath hitched when he slowly lifted his hand, so close to touch and yet not close enough. You haven’t been intimate with anyone since…you found out about your pregnancy. Which definitely was a long time. You had a crush on Steve for the past three years, so it made your excitement even more when he finally cupped your breasts gently. It’s not how you imagined his hands on you for the first time, but it didn’t matter. It’s probably the first and also last time that he touches you that way-and you’d enjoy it for as long as it would last.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips when his thumb rubbed over your wet nipple, while he put his other hand under your breast to feel the weight of it in his palm. “Fuck…feels so different from other breasts, can I-“, before he finished the question he squeezed your breast lightly, some of your milk dripping from your nipple. Since you had closed your eyes, you didn’t notice it happening. It just felt so good being touched like this. Having someone lift your heavy breasts. The weight gone, the soreness in your shoulder immediately being reduced.

While you weren’t watching Steve gently let go of one of your breasts, lifting his milk covered hand to his mouth, licking it away. When you heard the licking and quiet slurping, you opened your eyes in surprise.

Steve was licking your milk from his finger away.

When he felt your gaze, his cheeks became scarlet once again. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable..just…curious…M’sorry”, he mumbled behind his palm.

You bit your bottom lip, slowly looking down at your breasts, then back at Steve. “And…is it…like…good?”, you asked quietly, maybe even slightly insecure. Steve nodded immediately, looking at your breasts again, before back to your curious eyes. “Hell yeah, so good-like….like almond? Maybe? It reminds me of almond”, he mumbled, stepping a bit closer, till your nipples touched his shirt.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you on the cabinet next to the sink. A squeak escaped your lips from the quick movements. A grin crept onto his lips. “Let…let me help you. I can tell your breasts are heavy…they hurt, huh? So full…and tender…Let Daddy help you”, he whispered into your ear, licking over your lips (and risking your friendship at this moment.) He actually surprised himself, but now he couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Steve-yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes”, you whispered, pressing yourself against him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. The blond looked at you for a moment, your eyes, then to your lips, before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. You brushed your hand into his hair, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss. Feeling his lips against your made your heartbeat quicken, a warmth spreading in your chest.

After a few more long moments you pulled away, needing to breathe again. Steve immediately started kissing your neck, leaving rosy suck marks behind, before kissing down to your breasts. He looked up at you for a moment, making sure you were still okay with it-and fuck, you were so okay with it.

He licked teasingly over your breast, circling your nipple, before closing his lips around it, sucking gently. A moan escaped your lips, while you grabbed Steve’s hair, pushing him even closer, unknowingly rubbing your crotch against his hard bulge. Only then did you notice he was hard as a rock.

Steve rutted against you, the taste of your milk filling his mouth and making him feral. It tasted better than he imagined. He couldn’t stop himself from sucking harder, pulling at your nipple, grabbing your breast and squeezing to get more milk out. His mouth was so full of your milk, he felt it leak from the corners of his mouth. There was so much. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He grinded his hard dick even harder into your pulsing heat. “Steve-Daddy, fuck me”, you whined into his hair opening his pants with one hand. A moan escaped his lips when you pushed his boxershorts down, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. He let go of your nipple, glancing at you from under his eyelashes. He licked over his lips, licking away the drops that didn’t make it into his mouth. “Is that so, mommy? Want me to fuck you?”, he grinded, kissing you once again, helping you out of your pants and panties, nearly ripping them from your body.

When your gaze fell onto his hard cock you gasped. “Steve-I don’t think you’ll fit. You’d be the first after-after I gave birth and-holy Jesus, I’m pretty sure my stitches are healed but-but you’re-like-really big”, a quiet laugh interrupted your rambling, while Steve started stroking himself. “I’ll be gentle…promise, but do you have a condom?”, he kissed your cheeks gently, his other hand slowly trailing from your breasts down to your core. He bit his bottom lip feeling how drenched you were, slowly entering you with one of his thick fingers.

For a moment you completely forgot his question, but when he repeated it, you slowly shook your head. “It’s-its fine-I’m on the pill”, you mumbled, overwhelmed by the single finger he was pressing into your wet core. It felt so, so good…

When he curled his finger, hitting your sensitive spot, your whole body twitched, your breasts jiggling with the movement. “You’re making me crazy, sweetheart. Let me taste you again, mommy. Wanna drink your milk..tastes so good”, he mumbled, before sucking the neglanced nipple into his mouth, his taste buds being hit with your sweet milk again. “So fucking good”, he m whispered against your skin, the sound of sucking and slurping following.

At this point he had drunk so much of your milk, he really felt it filling his tummy, warm and sweet. He could do this all day.

Another moan escaped your lips when he hit the spot again, his palm grinding against your clit, while he slowly added a second finger, now feeling how tight you were. The stretch made you moan into his hair. “Fuck I’ll-I think I’ll come”, you whispered into his hair and just when you finished the sentence, he stated sucking harder, the pleasure overwhelming you. An intense and sudden orgasm overtook you, making you open your mouth in a silent moan, while you pulled Steve’s even more against your breasts.

“Fuck me-fuck mommy, Steve-fuck me Daddy”, you babbled, while he slowly took out his fingers, to replace them with his hard cock. You quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers to your lips, and licking your arousal from them. A quiet ‘fuck’ escaped Steve’s lips when he lifted his head to watch you. “Are you sure about the condom?”, he whispered again, because…until now he had never fucked someone without a condom. And the thought alone made his cock twitch and leak against your already wet folds.

You nodded again, wrapping your legs even tighter around his waist, the mushroom head already pushing into your drenched cunt. “I want you to fuck your cum into me, daddy. Fuck me, fuck me please”, you whispered kissing his neck. “I want to feel it leak out of me when we get back to the living room-want to be marked. Come on daddy-“, he could stop himself from thrust a bit into you, making you gasp loudly.

“You’ll be the death of me, mommy. Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna come so many times. Get you all round and full again. You’ll make me a daddy”, he whispered, needing all his self control not to just starting fucking you like an feral animal, pounding your thighs cunt till he’d come in you at least four times. Having your stomach bulging with his cum.

You moaned when his dick rubbed along your soft spot perfectly. “Steve-yes-get me all round and stuffed full”, you gasped. Steve could already imagine seeing your tummy big and round again. This time with his child.

“Gonna fuck you so good, mommy”, with that he bottomed out, giving you a bit time to adjust. His fingers circled your clit, till you were a moaning and shaking mess. His lips wrapped once again around your nipple, sucking harsher than before, wanting to get all the sweet nectar out of you.

“Move Steve-Daddy move-and don’t fucking stop till you’ve at least two loads fucked into me”, you moaned. And that’s when you finally broke his self control. He pulled his dick to the top out, pushing hard back into you, repeating it again, again, again and again…

Your moans making him thrust faster, harder, till the whole cabinet started hitting the wall but he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t even care if the team heard it. He was on a fucking mission. (Ha)

He braced himself with one hand against the wall, the other one holding your hips, his thrusts felt now even harder than before. “Oh my-Daddy-I’m-fuck I’m coming”, it surprised you when you squirted all over Steve’s pants and the cabinet underneath you, your cunt tightening around him. Him being still fully dressed, while you were completely naked made you feel…something. You couldn’t explain how you felt.

A loud moan escaped his chest when he started filling your cunt with his seed, without stopping pounding into you. His cum leaking around his dick, but he didn’t care, the squelching sounded louder than before.

You held into his back with one hand, the other one braced against the cabinet, while Steve fucked you. Your soft spot feeling way over stimulated but it felt so good, you couldn’t stop.

Only after two more orgasm from Steve and another one from you, he started slowing down, only grinding his hips into you. “Now let me suck those tits again”, he grinned against your neck, before doing as told. Your breathing was heavy, uneven, your heartbeat racing. Did this..all really happened? Wow.

After a few more minutes Steve let your nipple out of his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, before also pulling out. You immediately felt empty-feeling the cum that was leaking out of you.

Steve bit his bottom lip, when he looked down at his cum coated dick, before looking back to you. “Can I see?”, he whispered, making you raise your eyebrows. “Wha’ you wanna see?”, you mumbled tiredly.

His cheeks blushed. He fucking blushed.

“I’ve never…you know, without a condom”, he grinned, gently pushing your knees apart. “But Steve I’m not as pretty anymore down there- you know from-“ “yeah I know how you feel about it, but I still think you’re beautiful. You made a life in your stomach and pushed it out-anyone who’d shame you about would be a total asshole”, he whispered, kissing your lips gently. The soft taste of your milk still on them.

So you slowly lifted your legs a bit more, feeling the blush creeping onto your face. Steve bit his bottom lip, looking at your cum drenched folds, slightly gaping hole and-. “Your stitches are all fine. They are definitely hea-“ “Steve! I would’ve checked myself!”, you scolded him, feeling your face heat up even more, while you swatted his arm. The blond grinned, shrugging and holding your legs up when you wanted to close them. “I’m already looking, so the least I can do is let you know.”

You kicked him for that comment, making him only laugh more.

After he gently helped you from the counter, you felt more cum leak out of your pussy onto your thighs. You didn’t mean to, but you grimaced slightly, looking back at Steve, who had a slightly possessive-maybe even predatory-glimmer in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispered, his hand stroking over your stomach, right over your stretch marks.

A blush crept onto your lips and you put your arms around him, your hands sliding underneath his shirt. He kissed your head. “Let’s ditch the movie and take a bath, hm, sweetheart? Afterwards we can lay down and…talk a bit about what happened. I don’t want it to be a one time thing”, he whispered into your hair, pulling you a bit closer into his warm embrace.

BONUS

In the morning you woke up alone in bed, but you could hear Steve’s quiet whisper from the other corner of your bedroom. “Come on little girl, we don’t want to wake your mommy with crying, huh? Give me a little smile-exactly, yeah, now we can go get her”, you opened your eyes, watching as Steve gently swayed your babygirl in his arms, turning to your bed.

When he noticed you were awake, a shy smile crept onto his lips. “I-sorry if you dont want me to do it, it’s just; I woke before you and heard her start sniffing so I thought I could try to keep her from crying. She’s probably hungry”, he said, while sitting next to you, helping you sit up with one hand. Your little babygirl fitting perfectly in his arm.

“Hungry? Let’s hope there’s something left after your appetite”, the comment made Steve blush, now you could see the blush creeping from his chest to his cheeks. After the night your breasts were already heavy-not as much as yesterday, but definitely enough. Your baby’s cries stopped when she latched onto your nipple, sucking greedy.

You didn’t even notice Steve’s fond gaze on the two of you.

Steve kissed your cheeks, before standing up again. “I’ll get us some breakfast-“ “I’ll come with you, just give me a few minutes.”

So he waited till you and your girl were ready and dressed, him also putting on sweatpants and a shirt, before walking to the kitchen, where the team sat.

When you two entered the kitchen, all gazes were on you. Clint and Bruce seemed nearly frightened, pale as ghosts, Natasha, Bucky and Tony were smirking, Wanda avoided your gaze and Thor grinned like always.

“I hope the cabinet is still standing-“ “Tony!”

Well….👀

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So as you answered how you don’t understand how Mostro Lounge is still working is there any other thing or storyline in twisted wonderland you think which doesn’t make sense? Like logically or in any way?

[Referencing this post!]

There’s lots of things, but I tend to overlook them to sustain suspension of disbelief (or out of hoping it gets explained better in the manga/light novel adaptation or later in the story) 😂 To name a few (“few”):

Who brought Yuu back to Ramshackle after feral Grim attacked them?? Adeuce seem to think Yuu was sleeping as per usual when Yuu woke up, so it couldn’t have been either of them.

Crowley says Yuu will be able to help the boys get along in the prologue, but then after that we rarely get to see Yuu actually doing this so it feels like a shallow line to shoehorn them into the story. Even though the boys squabble, they are still the ones that push the story along (as both instigators and problems solvers) without Yuu’s presence or help in most instances.

Basically all the lenient consequences for the OB boys’ actions (something the light novel somewhat remedies, as it goes into more detail about how Riddle faces expulsion and faced social repercussions for his behavior).

The same thing about the easy sentences carries over to some events like Endless Halloween Night; how come no one is punished for the danger the students were put in, even if fabricated or done with good intent 🤡

Most of book 2’s plot. Just very poorly done overall.

Yuu’s friendship with Malleus. I get why Malleus would consider Yuu important to him, but I don’t understand why Yuu would reciprocate because in their eyes, they have barely hung out at all with him. Yuu spends much more time with Grim + Adeuce and has a stronger bond with them. By comparison, Malleus is just a quirky acquaintance. The friendship seems like something that’s artificially made not because Yuu actually thinks of Malleus as their bestie but because the players that project onto Yuu have a personal attachment to Malleus. (And there’s nothing wrong with doing that! It’s just that when the relationship depends on the player’s own attachment to strengthen it, then the relationship falls flat if the player themselves doesn’t attach to Malleus in the first place.)

… Why does Malleus need guards if he’a already very powerful on his own?? Is it a formality…? Is it because he’s the only heir to the throne…?

Some Groovy illustrations having no context or making little sense with the vignettes that pair with them.

What was the dirt Azul had on Crowley? Or was that a bluff to catch Jamil’s attention?

What deal did Leona make with Azul (that he sanded the contract for)? What did he offer as collateral??

How did Rollo find and breed crimson flowers when it was believed they were all destroyed??

Any non-human race’s anatomy and physiology (which is a topic I’ve discussed every so often in a number of other posts) 😭 As I science nerd, I must know how they work—

I’m sure there are lots of other things, but these were the most immediate ones that came to me. As you can see, I think a lot about TWST—

[teenytinyjimin]

seventh heaven (k. taehyung & p. jimin)

minors dni. DO NOT INTERACT!

summary: in which taehyung and reader just want to have a little fun with their baby jimin

pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin

word count: 3.5k words

tags: smut, threesome (m/m/f), praise, dom!taehyung, switch!reader, sub!jimin, breeding kink sorta?, edging sorta?, hickeys, fellatio, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, feminine!jimin (let him be a lil girly if he wants), taehyung being good at aftercare, also a lot of consent, consent is important yall

warnings: …smut. no other warnings. i’m not a huge degradation/danger/trauma girlie so no need to worry about that

author’s note: thank u guys sm for the support recently i rly appreciate it <3 also i’m not a huge smut writer but i’m trying to work on writing more of it so pls be gentle with me, this is the first official smut work i’ve literally ever completed (i usually always stop midway through lol)

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Your relationship with Taehyung was nothing short of a dream from the moment it began.

When it came to you and him, everything was perfect. Sure, you had your typical couple arguments every once in a while, but that's what makes a relationship perfectly imperfect. You still go on dates like you did when you first started seeing each other, the flame is still very much alive, and you've built a lot of trust and communication.

So much so that you guys had agreed to open up the relationship not too long ago. Not in the sense that you guys have the freedom to see other people individually (you guys are entirely devoted to one another anyway), but in the sense that if the opportunity to spend the night with a third person arises, you'll both be open for it. You personally found it rather exciting, whereas Taehyung enjoyed seeing your enjoyment. That isn't to say he didn't enjoy it as well, but his priority is, and always will be, your happiness.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Taehyung had a secret weapon. One that he was admittedly a little nervous to use, but knew he had it in his back pocket if he ever wanted it. And that weapon was Park Jimin. His best friend since forever and the boy who secretly had a little crush on you.

It's not like Jimin straight-up told Taehyung that he was crazy for his girlfriend. He wouldn't do something like that knowing it could possibly jeopardize the relationship in question. But Taehyung knew by the way he acted around you and looked at you versus how he acted when you weren't around.

Jimin was a natural flirt, there was no question about that. Just because he loved flirting didn't mean that he wanted to get with someone though. And the one person he seems to never be able to flirt with, the one person he did want to get with, is you. He gets way too shy at the sight of you and he almost feels intimidated by your presence. Everyone has their weaknesses, and his seemed to be you.

The only reason Taehyung hasn't played his Jimin card yet is because he's concerned about their friendship. He doesn't really mind the idea of a threesome with his friend, it's just the fear that it'll change their friendship for the worse instead of for the better. He doesn't want to go through with something like this only for the relationship between them to crumble. We're talking about a friendship that has lasted for years and that has never even come close to dangerous waters. But whether he liked to admit it or not, Taehyung was a people pleaser, and something in the pit of his stomach really urged him to just go for it and see what happens.

And so he decided to go for it. Slowly and with caution, though. If at any time either of you decided to jump ship, he wasn't going to force it. All he wanted to do was see what would happen if you were posed with the opportunity.

So now, here you sat, the three of you cuddled up on your living room couch, a movie playing on the television. Platonic intimacy wasn't abnormal for you guys when it came to Jimin – he tended to be a touchy person around the people he cares about and it has nothing to do with romance or sex. You currently had your head in his lap and he had an arm draped around you, with his own head resting on Taehyung's shoulder. At the moment he seemed completely calm and collected, however neither you nor your boyfriend knew that his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, simply because of you.

“Mm,” you suddenly hummed after an eternity of silence, causing Jimin’s eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. Having your head close to such valuable parts was one thing, but to make noise that caused the whole area to vibrate was something otherworldly. With all of his might, the poor boy was trying to ignore what just happened for the sake of you not realizing that there was currently a growing hardness under your head. Biting his lip and gently pinching his arm, he attempted to focus on the movie on the television as a way to distract himself from the situation.

Alas, you didn’t shut up to his dismay. However, you did move, which was nothing short of a miracle to him. You lifted your head up from your lap to look over at your boyfriend, a pout on your face. “Love, this is boring,” you whined. Being laid down with your head craned upwards wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable thing in the world so you took a hand and rested it on Jimin’s thigh so that you were propped up with a little bit of support. While your hand held a little bit of weight to it considering the fact that it was helping you stay up, the fact that you once again were extremely close to his crotch nearly sent him to an early grave. His breath hitched ever so slightly and he closed his eyes, trying to shut out everything around him.

“Sorry, Angel,” Taehyung crossed his arms and frowned. “Couldn’t find anything else that was good.” While he looked as if he was entirely focused on you and your upset, he was well aware of the pain you were causing his friend. If his weird behaviors weren’t enough to convince him that he was struggling underneath you, Taehyung’s prior knowledge of Jimin’s attractive definitely was. Just your existence alone was enough to cause the man to be absolutely weak in the knees.

“Pfft,” You rolled your eyes, flopping your head back into Jimin’s lap. “You’re lame for that, Tae. Jimin wouldn’t treat me like that. He’d find something better to watch or do,” You looked up at the boy, who was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact. “Isn’t that right Minnie?”

Heart stopping at the sound of you speaking to him, Jimin shrugged and squeaked out a quick ‘yeah’, not wanting to further the conversation. Had he not known any better, he would’ve thought you were flirting with him and trying to suggest something. But you were in a relationship, that wasn’t possible.

“Well, don’t let me stop you then,” Taehyung looked at both you and Jimin with a smirk on his face as if he were challenging you with your own words. If he knew one thing about you, it was that you didn’t like being challenged and you would prove him wrong in any way possible in an attempt to piss him off. But you knew exactly where he was going with this. He wanted you to prove him wrong for his enjoyment as well as your own.

Reaching one of your arms upward, you gently wrapped your hand around the back of Jimin’s head and guided it down toward yours. When his face was only a few inches from your own you stopped to admire his features. He was a beautiful human, there was no doubt about it, but you never really got the chance to admire him so closely until now. His eyes, though wide with shock, were glimmering and you could almost see little hearts floating around in them. His lips, so big and plump, were the most kissable shade of pink. His skin, so soft and supple, gleamed in the low light of the living room.

Moving your hand to his cheek, you took your thumb and swiped it across his bottom lip gently and slowly. At this point his eyes were no longer wide in shock, but instead relaxed and shy. He looked at you through his eyelashes and if you were honest, you weren’t entirely sure what was going through his head. He was so difficult to read sometimes.

“Are you okay with this?” You whispered gently, keeping eye contact with him. The second he said ‘no’ you were ready to push yourself off of him and respect his boundaries, but you were just as ready to dive head-first into passion if he said ‘yes’. You watched as his eyes went from calm and collected to lusty and pleading, his lips parting slightly. “Yes, please, yes,” He whispered, his tone nearly resembling a whimper. As if his response was music to your ears, you let out a pleased hum as you closed the gap between you and locked your lips with his.

The kiss you shared with Jimin was an experience you had never felt before. Your kisses with Taehyung were otherworldly, incredible, perfect for lack of a better word. But this experience with Jimin was completely new. He was an incredibly soft kisser, his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours, and despite not being able to speak to you he was able to communicate exactly what he wanted and needed just through his kissing. He was needy while still being respectful, and hungry while still being reserved. Yet he matched your energy perfectly with no interest in heating things up unless you initiated it.

As you continued to kiss Jimin for what seemed like eons, you felt a familiar pair of hands slowly make their way from your thighs up to the hem of your pants. Taehyung's touch alone was enough to make you absolutely melt, your arousal going from high to insane within a matter of seconds. There was something about feeling his strong, warm hands trace the hem of your pants before gently unbuttoning them and pulling them down past your knees and then completely off. You let out a soft moan into Jimin's mouth as you felt Taehyung's lips make contact with your inner thighs, kissing them gently and lovingly.

"Mm," Taehyung hummed as he placed one final kiss on your upper thigh, a mere inch away from your throbbing heat. "Looks like my baby's ready for your touch, Minnie," He continued, swiping a thumb down your wet underwear. The feeling of his finger running down your most sensitive area sent a chill down your spine as you squirmed toward him, whining for more of him. Jimin broke the kiss as he looked over at Taehyung with lidded eyes. You could tell by his facial expression that he was in absolute heaven right now. After all, he was getting everything he wanted and more. "C'mere," Taehyung cooed, beckoning Jimin to switch places with him. Happy to oblige, the two swapped spots.

Uninterested in keeping you waiting, Taehyung attached his lips to yours. You were slightly taken aback by the change in pace considering your boyfriend was much more confident and aggressive about what he wanted, but once you were able to match his energy you were able to enjoy the fireworks you always felt when you were kissing him. After a moment of kissing, he pulled away from you so that he could start discarding some of his clothing before helping you pull your shirt over your head.

Jimin, who was now at your thighs, mirrored Taehyung's earlier actions and began peppering your thighs with kisses. As he trailed up from your knees to the hem of your underwear, he used gentle fingers to latch onto the waistband before looking up at you. "I-Is this okay?" He asked softly and shyly, wanting to make sure that he was allowed to go further and that this wasn't just some trick. Letting out a soft hum you ran a hand through his hair and pet his head. "Of course baby, go ahead and have what you want."

Once given the okay, the man didn't stop himself from quickly discarding your underwear and bringing a finger to circle your clit. Letting out a gasp of air, you threw your head back, trying to stop yourself from letting out perhaps the loudest moan you would have ever produced. Soon enough Taehyung's lips found their way back to yours as you continued to make out. You brought a hand down to his hip before slipping your hand down his boxers and feeling your way to his erection. Your boyfriend let out a gentle grunt into your mouth at your touch, his brain foggy with bliss.

As you continued to move your hand along Taehyung's dick, you felt a gentle finger slip into your entrance, and then a second. You let out a soft moan and instinctually pushed yourself down onto Jimin's fingers which began slowly moving in and out of you. They were different from Taehyung's, much smaller, but were able to get the job done very well. When his fingers were as deep as they could possibly go, he curled them, hitting all the right spots in all the right ways.

"Mmh," You whimpered into Taehyung's mouth as you felt your partner smile against your lips before pulling away. He went to go take his boxers off so that his dick could be free for you to do whatever you please to, but you beat him to the punch and immediately attached both hands to the waistband and yanked them down. With a smirk on his face, Taehyung leaned down to give you one more gentle kiss before taking his hand and giving his cock a couple of pumps. "Someone's a little impatient," he hummed, causing you to whimper once again.

As soon as he got close enough to you, you took your boyfriend's dick into one hand and ran your tongue along the tip, eliciting an impulsive moan of pleasure to come out of his mouth. You gave the tip just a couple more licks before beginning to take his length into your mouth. Just as you were doing so, however, you felt a new presence at your core. Not only was Jimin continuing to finger you, but he now attached his mouth to your clit, giving it the gentlest of kitten licks as a way to playfully tease at it. You let out an ecstatic moan which caused your entire mouth to vibrate and caused Taehyung to throw his head back in pleasure.

"You're doing... so good... baby... so good," Taehyung breathed out as he began to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, bringing his hand to cup one of your breasts. As he moved in and out you continued to swirl your tongue around as best as you could, letting out the occasional moan when Jimin hit your clit in just the right way with his tongue. As he continued to double-stimulate you with both his tongue and his fingers, you brought a hand down to grab at his hair. He let out a soft moan in surprise, not expecting you to grab for him, which caused an even greater rush of pleasure to your clit. He let out a couple more moans and hums, knowing it was helping get you along, until you were seeing stars behind your eyelids and your orgasm came to you not just like a wave, but like a full-blown tsunami.

With your mouth still preoccupied with Taehyung, you attemped to look out of the corner of your eye to see Jimin come up for air. From what you could tell, he looked as beautiful as always, though with tousled hair and a face sheen from your wetness. You watched as, with pleading eyes, he looked up at your boyfriend "Please let me fuck her, Tae."

Taehyung, who was far too busy riding his own high, was snapped back to reality when he heard his friend beg. He pulled his dick from your mouth momentarily, somewhat edging himself, to reach over and swipe a hand over Jimin's sweat-beaded forehead before giving him a nod. "Be gentle with her, Minnie. Don't wanna hurt my angel now, do we?" The older boy gave an eager nod as he began stripping himself of his clothes. You admired his toned figure for a moment before Taehyung guided your chin with your hand to face him. You looked up at him, his hair ever-so-slightly damp with sweat, as reached down and gave you a tender kiss. "You look so beautiful, darling... so perfect," He mumbled, kissing you again before trailing down your jawline and neck. After every couple of kisses he would bite down and suck, leaving prominent hickeys all over the upper half of your body.

Completely forgetting about anything else for a moment, you get caught up in the pleasure of your boyfriend marking you and gasp at the feeling of the tip of Jimin's cock rubbing against your entrance. You feel it twitch slightly at the contact as you already hear a soft moan escape the boy's lips. Before you could even think about anything else he bucks his hips forward as he pushes himself into you, letting out a low whimper until he bottoms out. You throw your head back in pleasure, arching your back and gripping the couch below you. Taehyung comes up from kissing and marking you to look at your face, admiring the pleasure that was coursing through your features. He took a hand and caressed your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings to you while both you and Jimin adjusted to the contact.

Once Jimin was used to feeling you around him he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, going as deep as possible each time he thrusted back in. He was hitting all of the right places and it was driving you absolutely wild, causing you to let out uncontrolled moans each time he reached your g-spot. In an attempt to take advantage of your moans and to chase his own pleasure again, Taehyung returned his dick to your mouth, letting the tip touch the back of your throat so that it would get the most intense vibrations whenever you let out a sound.

At this point, the three of you were going crazy. All that could be heard throughout the house was a chorus of moans, whimpers, and grunts as the two boys thrust in and out of you and you consumed yourself with the pleasure that you were feeling. As Jimin's moans became more breathy and needy, they began to become straight up whines. "I'm..." He panted, unable to form a complete sentence as he began to ride his high. Taehyung, aware of what was happening, stopped momentarily. "On her stomach, Jimin," He snapped. He wasn't going to let his friend cum inside of you even if that meant grabbing him and pulling him out of you himself.

Fortunately able to respect Taehyung's wishes, Jimin pulled out just in time, his dick twitching as ropes of white coated your stomach. He pumped his cock with his hand a couple of times to make sure he got all of the cum out, but after doing so completely collapsed onto the couch, eyes glossed over as he was caught in a daze of euphoria. Your boyfriend pulled his own cock out of your mouth as he grabbed you and gently turned you so that he was able to enter your cunt himself, thrusting in and out of you with sporadic passion and energy.

As he continued Jimin's job of hitting your g-spot, he brought a hand to your clit and rubbed his thumb over it, causing you to twitch under his touch. You let out uncontrolled moans as Taehyung's own moans started to turn into whimpers as he got closer. You began to tighten around him as you rode your own orgasm and he released inside of you shortly after, painting your walls white. As he let every last drop of his cum enter you he continued to thrust sloppily, ensuring his seed was staying inside. Once it got overstimulating, however, he pulled out and flopped down onto the couch between you and Jimin.

"You did so well," Taehyung cooed, pulling you close to him and giving you a kiss on the forehead. He then turned to Jimin and caressed his face, pushing his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes and rubbing his cheek gently. Jimin was still far too dazed to speak or react to Taehyung's words or actions. He was still in complete shock that this even happened in the first place, but he wasn't about to say that he wasn't thankful that it did.

You watched your boyfriend through lidded eyes as he got up to go retrieve a towel from the bathroom that he could use to wipe your stomach as well as between your legs. He knew that you would probably go take a shower anyway, which is what you should do, but he didn't really want you to be sitting there in that state anyway.

Once done cleaning you up, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. The three of you eventually got redressed for the time being so that you could appropriately resume your boring movie and watch it to the end. Because let's be honest, even though the movie sucked, you loved each other's company and you didn't want the night to end.

[more-better-words]

For @deadheaddaisy. 🎁🥰

It did not surprise T’Pol that Lieutenant Reed wished to meet with her. As First Officer, one of her duties was to liaise with the division heads, and she had found that he was most attentive to that aspect of the chain of command. That was something she appreciated about him, actually – he approached his duties with an admirable dedication to procedure. She also knew some of his fellow humans found that a tiresome trait, and she could not help but have a sense of fellow feeling towards him for that.

He had asked to meet in the armory, and that was where she found him. “Lieutenant,” she said. “You wished to see me?”

“Yes, ma'am.” He folded his hands neatly behind his back. “Though I must preface this by saying that what I am about to ask is not an... operational matter," Reed said. "Though I suppose a case could be made that it is."

T'Pol mirrored his stance, placing her clasped hands behind herself, and inclined her head.  "Then proceed, Lieutenant."

He took a deep breath, squaring his already straight shoulders with mathematical precision. "Commander Tucker is my best friend," he said simply. "He's the best friend I've ever had. And in the interest of that friendship, I feel it necessary to ask what your intentions are regarding your relationship with him."

Her right eyebrow lifted in what she felt to be a frankly excessive display of surprise, but of all the questions he could have asked her, she had certainly not be expecting that one. Reed coughed slightly.

"If I am out of line, Commander, I apologize. But...I would like an answer, none the less."

It was within her rights to rebuff the question, and reprimand the lieutenant for asking it. But that seemed a course of action that would only breed unnecessary ill-will. And Trip and Malcolm Reed were good friends; it was an important relationship, and it would be very poor form on her part, she judged, to treat it lightly.

“Your loyalty to Commander Tucker is commendable, Mr. Reed,” she said. “It has been my observation that he inspires such a reaction in those who serve with him. Myself included.” She swallowed minutely. “I would hope that my intentions towards him would be considered honorable. I have no desire to cause him unhappiness.”

Reed shifted his weight slightly. “With all due respect, ma'am… your relationship with Trip has caused him unhappiness in the past.”

That stung, but it was also deserved. “That is a… fair observation,” she admitted. How to explain to him that this time would be different, because it had to be? “I do not intend repeat the mistakes of the past.”

To her surprise, he smiled. “That’s a relief. I don’t think I could stand another drinking session with Hank Williams.”

She peered at him in bewilderment. “Who is Hank Williams?”

“Oh, of course he hasn’t done that to you.” Reed sighed. “Hank Williams is – was – an Earth musical performer. Mid Twentieth Century. Country and western genre. His oeuvre can be somewhat...maudlin. Which means he gets a lot of play when Trip is feeling maudlin.”

She was well acquainted with Trip’s tendency towards sentimentality, and the thought of him engaging in it because of her was horrifying...and strangely flattering. “I see.”

Reed looked thoughtful for a moment before he said, quietly, “He’s very taken with you, ma’am.” She glanced at her boots.

“And I am taken with him.”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes.” She raised her chin. “Despite our past... difficulties, he has granted me his trust. And I do not wish to betray that trust. It is... very meaningful to me.” She swallowed, her voice feeling stronger. “That is what I mean by honorable intentions, Lieutenant,” she said. He nodded crisply.

“Thank you, ma'am.”

He was apparently satisfied by her answers, and she felt her confidence buoyed by that realization. But there was one thing…

“Has he truly listened to maudlin music and overconsumed alcohol on my account?” she asked.

“Oh, not officially,” Reed said. “He's never come out and said ‘I’m wallowing in self-pity because of T'Pol.’ But it was always pretty obvious that's what he was doing.”

“Oh.” She considered that for a moment. “His self-pity can be… trying. I apologize for those times when you have had to suffer with it as a result of my actions. Or inactions.”

He shrugged a little. “It's what friends are for, Commander. He'd do the same for me.”

That, she was sure, was absolutely true. She nodded. “Was there anything else, Mr. Reed?”

“Only that… he seems happy. Very happy. And if that is because of you, then I’m glad.”

T’Pol nodded again, and moved to take her leave. Reed's voice stopped her a step from the doorway.

“Actually, there was one other thing.”

She turned.

“If he… stops being happy, if… if you hurt him, ma'am, I will be forced to discharge my sidearm, and it will not be set on stun this time.”

She lifted an eyebrow. His mouth was pursed uncomfortably, but his eyes remained resolute. Their gaze held, and she dipped her head.

 “Understood, Lieutenant. I will bear that in mind.”

[spr-ingo]

The prompts are in and our list has been finalized! As per our guidelines, any participants are free to interpret the prompts as they see fit, but if anything is unclear or you'd like a little more direction, we've got a handy guide below the cut!

February: Duty/Work. This week is themed around the job-- as Subway Boss, Warden, or anything that suits your vision!

(On the) Job Training: What did it take for Ingo to get where he is? Was it fun? Difficult? Is he trying to learn the ropes for a second time?

Team Track: It's very interesting to see a person coordinate and work so closely with their sibling well into adulthood. How do the twins work together? What's their favorite part? Does it ever get annoying-- on purpose, or just by way of how tight knit they are?

Accommodation: Are there any daily challenges that Ingo needs help with? What does it take to communicate with lips that won't emote? Does he have any injuries or conditions that he needs to keep on top of to stay in working order?

Foreign Travel: The Subway Boss has been all over Unova, and the Warden knows his way around the Hisui, but where else has he been? Did he see anything interesting, or meet new people and Pokemon?

Workplace Injury: Even the best safety measures can't prevent every injury. Has Ingo ever been injured on the job? Had to tend to someone else?

Station Master: What's a trainer without their team? Whether or not it's a Pokemon he trains or handles, show us a Pokemon you associate with Ingo!

Emergency Exit: It's important to know where your entry and exit points are; be it a mechanical failure, cave in, or routine evacuation drill, show or tell us about a time escape was the only option.

March: Off-Duty/Home. This week, it's time for a break! Whether home is Unova or Hisui, it's time to settle in and rest.

RXR: Not a railroad crossing, but rest and relaxation! What's the best way to make use of time off the clock? IS there time off the clock, or is work never ending?

Maintenance: It's best to leave work at work, but sometimes it comes home with you. What needs to happen to keep this a well oiled machine? Alternately, what might a sick day look like?

Diversion: Some people breed Pokemon and some attend musicals. What kind of hobbies does Ingo keep? Any particularly notable interests (apart from the obvious)?

No Legendaries on the Train: This couldn't go any earlier, or we'd be breaking the rules. Does Ingo have any ties to or friendships with a legendary or mythical Pokemon? Maybe you associate him with one? What's the story there?

:3 : Everybody smile!

Dining Car: Whether it's unique preferences, sensitivities or preparation, everybody has opinions where food is concerned. What are some of Ingo's?

Familiar Tracks: Unova is a region with a deep history and culture, and Hisui is set in its own ways. Does Ingo observe any traditions? Hold any cultural beliefs?

April: Truth & Ideals. This week is about history and aspiration!

Admission: How, exactly, did Ingo end up in Hisui? Whether you ascribe to his version of events or what the art book seems to imply, there's a story there, so what is it?

Rookie: What was life like before assuming his job? Was his role something he strove toward, or fortunate happenstance?

Branching Line: We have a very good idea what one member of Ingo's family is like, but apart from Emmet, who else is there? Familiar faces? Someone we've never seen? Is there anything interesting in the twins' family tree?

Pearl Clan: The Pearl Clan took Ingo in, but then what? Under what circumstances? Are they happy to have an outside perspective, or are those rough tracks to travel?

Ghost Train: There are ghosts in Ingo's past, both literal and figurative. Does anything continue to haunt him?

Historical Accuracy: We've seen traces of Hisui in modern day Sinnoh, so let's crack open a history book. How, if at all, is Warden Ingo remembered?

Everything Changes: Things won't be the same when (or if) Ingo finally gets home, but that's not always a bad thing. Show us that different doesn't mean worse.

May: Dream World. This week is about what we won't see on screen, so make sure your imagination is in high gear!

Off-Script: We've gotten a peek into a world where Ingo didn't wind up in Hisui, so let's explore that idea. Whether he disappeared and wound up somewhere else, or stayed safely in Unova, what else do you suppose could have happened?

Fresh Coat of Paint: It's well established how attached Ingo is to his coat, but let's give it a break of its own. Whether it's for fashion, fun or function, it's time to play dress up!

Alternator/X-ing: Do you have an AU or crossover you'd like to tell us about? A favorite you want to dip into? Now's the time!

Mirror Image: Maybe things got a little too intense yesterday-- now we're looking at two of the same person! Is Ingo interacting with a past or future version of himself? An alternate universe counterpart? Give us a peek into how it goes!

Train of Thought: Do you have any headcanons you want to share? If there's nothing in particular, then tell us a little bit about how you view Ingo. No two individuals-- or their thoughts-- are exactly identical, after all!

Union Station: It's a big world out there, with an impossible amount of interesting people! Who's someone you'd like to introduce Ingo to? Maybe it's an unlikely friendship or rivalry?

A Higher State: Where do we go from here? Whether it's what you think is most realistic, compelling, or what you personally want to see, give us an ending!

Thank you to everybody who submitted prompt suggestions! While they might not appear verbatim, we've tried to carry the spirit in the list above!

[merv606]

That Puritanverse fill with Alpha Amanda letting Alpha Terry fuck Omega Daniel was so hot omg.

Which makes me think: what about Alpha Terry and Alpha Amanda being best friends and business partners, and then deciding to share an omega between them?

18 year old pious Daniel catches their eye when they scout their local church, and they both decide they want him due to his sweetness, beauty—and total innocence. Daniel is poor, happy that these two Alphas have chosen him, and doesn’t ask for anything—only that they might be married in the church as that’s very important to him. They agree, charmed by his simple request.

Flash forward to their wedding night, with Daniel being led to their chambers in a modest and unassuming nightgown completely unaware of what happens between Alphas and Omegas, and naively thinking he’s simply going to sleep on a shared bed.

He’s a little sleepy after the ceremony and the party and the dancing…and is very surprised and shy when his Alphas take him in their arms and kiss him—and more. Needless to say, Daniel gets thoroughly fucked in both holes for his wedding night by his Alpha mates and loves every second of it despite his shyness.

ULTRAVIOLENCE!!

ULTRAVIOLENCE IN MY INBOX NOW!!!

Thank you - Amanda Terry Daniel hold a special place in my heart - ABO or not

Technically the last fill they decided to share Daniel - they just knew it would be easier for Amanda to lock him down first.

But we could approach it from this angle - they make it known their intention is to be a triad from the start.

Alpha pairs are rare and they knew they needed a buffer and their union was also one born of years of friendship and because marriage between them would strengthen their business - and of course they need an omega to give them heirs.

They both would want a male omega which weren’t as common as female ones were.

When they were ready, they approached the local church, to see if there were any available omegas - they often seek refuge there, for many reasons.

So very long and so very very NSFW

Heavy on the puritan vibes

There was one omega who had been there for years - since losing his family - and since reaching the age to consent to mating and breeding - he always declined putting himself into the eligible pool of omegas each season preferring to work in the nursery caring for any unwanted pup dropped off there.

Once again, Terry and Amanda are prepared to go home disappointed in this season’s selection until they spot Daniel with a pup on his hip, trying to calm the crying child.

The two alphas knew - from the minute they set eyes on the small brunette beauty that we was theirs and theirs alone.

“He must not be of age yet,” Amanda whispered. Most omegas, upon reaching the age of consent to find a mate, did so, wanting to find suitors right away.

“If so, we will let it be known we plan to make him ours once he is,” Terry explains.

They are pleasantly surprised to find out not only is he of the age, but his 19th year is not that far off.

They arrange a meeting, and the next day a confused Daniel is fetched from the nursery, brought to the formal area to be introduced to the two alphas.

Before he realizes, he has agreed to dinner at their house that night, with a chaperone, of course.

The house is the biggest thing Daniel has ever seen, his mouth falling open as the door to the car is opened and he is helped out.

He feels out of place in his rags but before he can dwell on it too long or become too self conscious, he is quickly whisked away, bathed in a giant tub overflowing with bubbles, the water sweetly scented of fruit.

It is the most decadent and luxurious thing he has even experienced. He would live in that tub if he could.

A maid is there when she finally coaxes him out, which is only accomplished when she says the alphas are waiting on him. She towels him off in the biggest, fluffiest towels he has ever seen. He doesn’t think he’s had anything as soft touch his skin.

His hair is dried, and she helps him into an outfit, finely tailored trousers and a white button shirt which is also butter soft against his skin.

By the time she escorts him to the dining room, he is nervous again, sweat at his brow which he wipes away. His heart hammering in his chest.

There is talk emanating from the room but as soon as the door is opened, Daniel standing there it stops, the two alphas standing right away.

He’s lead to his spot, Terry pulling out the chair for him.

Drinks are served, although Daniel declines the spirits.

“You like the nursery, do you not?”

“Oh yes. I love taking care of the pups.”

“Speaking of pups, we were just discussing with the priest, he is your alpha guardian is he not, about any other suitors, potential rivals we’d be up against, but he informs us you do not.”

“No, there are none,” Daniel confirms, knowing the priest has probably told them he does not make himself available as an eligible omega to be presented to alphas for mating and breeding.

“You do not want a mate and pups of your own?”Amanda inquires gently, Daniel’s attention off her as his cup is filled.

“Of course not, ma’am,” he responds, polite to a fault, “I just …” He is aware that he is small, and this does not always equate to breedable, therefore appealing, in the eye of many alphas.

“There are just many omegas more suitable than me,” he tries to explain, faltering when he hears a low growl. “I am not even sure now what I am doing here.” While it was not explained to him, he has a feeling but it is hard to imagine that two alphas want him, let alone that two alphas of such beauty, power and wealth would want him.

“We want to mate you. The both of us.”

“But you could have whatever omega you want,” he says, voice coloured in confusion, which is heart breaking to the alphas. That their omega cannot see how lovely he is. “Certainly one of better standing and more desirable…” once again stopping when the growl is more pronounced and he bows his head in submission as the alpha speaks.

“Do you doubt our ability to know what we want?”

Mumbling an apology, mortified at his misstep and having angered the alpha. “I did not mean to offend.”

“Nonsense,” Amanda soothes. “You did no such thing. Terry here,” she smacks him arm, “needs to control himself,” and her voice is light but there is a warning there. “Terry,” she chides her voice stern, “you’re scaring our little one.”

“I apologize.” A finger in his downcast face, making him face the alpha. “It was not my intent. But I will not hear you talk in on such a manner, about yourself, is that clear?”

“Yes, alpha sir.”

The food is served, a welcome reprieve, and Daniel does not know exactly what to do, simply nodding as a server indicates each dish, putting some on his plate.

“So you do wish for a mate and pups then?” Amanda tries again.

“”Yes I … I would like many pups, if the lord were to deliver me an alpha to gift me with such blessings.”

“Well it seems those prayers have been answered because he has gifted you two alphas who are more than willing to give you as many pups as you desire,” Terry answers.

“I have no dowry,” he explains, his head spinning and heart beating wildly. This is more than he could have ever imagined and more than he prayed for at night.

“One is not needed,” Terry chuckles. “We are more than able to provide you with whatever you need … or want.”

“I have given my blessing to the union,” the priest says, “and agreed to it on your behalf.”

It’s not that he does not like the alphas, he does, very much he does, but his omega parts have been feeling strange all night, a throbbing when he’s close to them, and he’s not sure what that means.

“A sizeable donation to the church upon your marriage and another one upon conception of a pup,” the priest explains. “We could finally fix up the nursery, take more pups in.” Knowing what it means to the boy.

“That’s right,” Amanda confirms, “and as Terry said, you will also not want for a thing.”

“Or our pups,” Terry adds, and Daniel finds he can’t say no.

Their generosity, their kindness is more than he could have wished for.

“All you need to do is accept,” they both say.

“I do,” he confirms, a small smile in place, despite his nerves. A whole new world awaits him, everything about to change, that much he knows.

“Splendid,” the priest says.

Still, a concern pokes at the edges of his mind. He’s not sure what being a mated omega means. What his roles and responsibilities he would have, given that he would have two alphas, two alphas of such station.

He voices these concerns. “I am not sure what being a mated omega to alphas such as yourselves entails. I shall do my best …”

They both reach for his hand, squeezing it in reassurance.

“There is no need to worry. We have staff for everything, and you will be shown all that, and have any help you need.”

Daniel knows, deep down, that his alphas will be true to their word and show him what that means, with love and patience. His omega has never been more sure of anything.

“Your main concern is being a dutiful omega, fulfilling your marital duties, taking care of our needs and those of our pups.”

He can do that. It sounds like everything he’s wanted and prayed for.

“We shall arrange the appropriate next steps,” Amanda says. Alphas and omegas alike, in unisons such as these, must have health checks, to ensure fertility and good breeding. Daniel will also be checked for purity which, while not a requirement for Amanda and Terry, it is a requirement for him to carry their heir, even if they know there is no way the boy has been touched and if he has well, there are ways around it.

As it were, Terry and Amanda are both present when it is verified, to no one’s surprise, that he is still a virgin.

Daniel asks for only two things - a church wedding and to wear white.

The paperwork is pushed through as quick as possible and the arrangements made, the wedding in three days.

They spend that time with the little omega, chaperoned as is custom, now that his test has been performed, and he was declared pure.

He shyly asks for hibiscus blooms, the alphas instantly granting the wish, and they can scent the happiness wafting off the boy.

The smallest things garner such gratitude from him.

As if he didn’t smell delicious enough.

“How much do you think he knows?” Amanda asks that night after they see him off. It’s only knowing that this is the eve of their wedding and that in a few short hours, he won’t be leaving them, ever. Knowing It will be their side he stays by and their bed he retires to that makes letting him go bearable.

“Of sex?” Terry asks, as the boy does seem innocent in many regards. He is glad they have him to protect him.

She nods, taking the flute offered to her, sipping the wine.

“Not much if anything,” he says. “Do you think it would be advisable to have him attend some courses on omega marital duties then?”

It would mean delaying the wedding by a couple days which, to them, is an eternity. They both itch to lay claim to the omega that has haunted their thoughts since they first laid eyes on him. It’s need that rolls under their skin, barely contained. Truth is, be damned with propriety, they would have taken the boy by now, had it now been for the damn chaperone.

“Honestly I think it would do more harm than good, and make him nervous. Did you see how red he turned from the quick kiss on his lips we were able to give him before he departed tonight?” she laughs.

“I was too focused on how wet it made him.”

“It smelled like heaven,” she sighs.

“Well, tomorrow night we’ll experience that unfiltered,” he smirks.

“Poor thing probably has no idea why his body is reacting in such a way or know what to do to alleviate it.”

“We’ll teach him that too.”

“That we will,” she agrees. “To our marriage” she holds up her flute.

“And our successful wedding night,” he adds, clicking their flutes together.

To say the wedding is the event of the season is an understatement and when Daniel is pronounced as the lawful omega of Terry and Amanda under god, it is the happiest he’s ever been.

He has spirits for the first time that night, unbeknownst to him anyway.

They encourage it, knowing it will only help the omega’s nerves with what’s to come. Once he knows what that is anyway.

Daniel’s happy and loose, a slight flush on his cheeks, his head swimming delightfully, as his personal maid/attendant dresses him in a simple white gown, with a deep V at the chest, and very sheer. He can see the brown of his nipples and the small thatch of hair between his legs through it.

His chest he can cover but, not all of it.

He requests underwear and his maid stops, looking at him.

“What for?” She asks.

“This is quite sheer,” he says, hitting his lip, not wishing to offend or sound ungrateful / for anything, he is aware of how lucky he is.

“Yes,” she nods, not understanding

“What would they think of me?” He whispers, eyes wide, like he’s sharing a secret.

“Your alphas picked it out,” she explains, bemused. “Specifically for your wedding night.”

“Oh maybe they were unaware of this.”

“Maybe,” she says, coughing to cover her laugh. “But this is a normal - to wear such a garment for your alphas on your wedding night.”

“It is lovely,” he says, he does not want her to think he dislikes it or is ungrateful for such a gift from his alphas. The material is soft, and truthfully it feels downright sinful against his chest when it brushes against his sensitive nipples, but there is no denying the craftsmanship put into it and the expense of the material. “I shall look forward to wearing it for many years.”

She smiles at him, knowing that there is no way in heaven of hell that is making it through the night. Tomorrow she will be picking up what remains of it off the floor. Not that it matters - he has drawers full of them in every colour.

His maid is an older omega herself, as is the norm, mated and pupped, but she knows he is pious and has little knowledge of these things. Having grown fond of the little omega, she takes pity on him, allowing him some modesty he craves m by way a pair of underwear she hands him, even if they too leave little to the imagination. Not like they’ll last long either.

She’ll explain to the masters of the house once she has Daniel in the bedchambers and goes to fetch them both.

“Your alphas will be here shortly,” she says, as he stands in the room. He considers getting in the bed and getting comfy, to find a good position to go to sleep in, but figures he may as well wait for the two alphas, now that they will all be sharing a bed. He’s not sure where they will want him to sleep. He hopes it’s between them, and the thought sends a sudden rush of heat between his legs, his pussy throbbing, slick dampening his panties.

Maybe they will kiss him some more before they all retire to sleep. It has fast become one of Daniel’s favourite things. Having received many since being named their omega.

He looks up as the door opens, his sinful thoughts broken, watching as his alphas sweep in.

“You look lovely,” Amanda remarks, taking him in as she stands behind him.

“Ravishing,” Terry says, stopping in front of him.

“You are the most beautiful thing we have ever laid eyes on. From the minute we saw you, we knew you were to be ours, and now, we are finally able to make that happen.”

Daniel’s eyebrows furrow slightly, confused. They are married under god - what other way is there to make him there’s?! Maybe they need to share a bed as mates first.

“I was not sure where on the bed I should be sleeping ….” He says, rushing to explain, hoping they aren’t disappointed.

“Sleeping,” Terry says amused, Amanda smiling into his neck as she inhales his scent.

“Oh we won’t be sleeping little one. Not for awhile anyway,” she explains.

“What will we be doing? Is there something different about being married. Some ritual to do before bed?” Maybe he has to learn new prayers. He certainly will add good health for his wife and husband to his, and healthy pups. Before he can inquire further though, Terry gathers the omega in his arms bending down for a deep kiss, a kiss that, unlike the others, has his tongue entering Daniel’s mouth.

Amanda is behind him, kisses placed to his neck and his knees buckle, their strong arms on him keeping him from hitting the floor.

They discussed this - starting slow and maybe explaining things but, that plan, and their manners are quickly set aside upon seeing their omega in his wedding night attire and his innocent questions, truly ignorant to what is about to happen; ready to be devoured and deflowered like a lamb to sacrifice.

Their good intentions are there, and they will be as gentle as possible but, the omega is begging to be wrecked, and by the end of the night he will be; thoroughly.

Daniel puts his arms around Terry’s neck to hang on, whimpering as Amanda’s hands slip up under his nightgown, her hand resting on his mound.

He breaks the kiss to moan. His face burning. His wife must feel how soiled with wetness his undergarments are.

Terry hands find his flat chest, the slightly soft skin around his hard nipples poking through the sheer gown

Daniel is not sure what’s happening, but his omega place is throbbing like never before. Between his legs has never been this slick.

“He’s soaked already,” she groans, her finger nestled between his slit. “Bet we could wring these out.”

He blushes at the crude words, even if he doesn’t understand the full meaning.

“Do you know what happens between an alpha and his god given omega?” she asks.

“No, alphas I ….” He whimpers as her hand dips inside his panties.

“Do you know how we will put those pups you want inside you?!

“No I …” he bites his lips, crying out as she moves his panties to the side, Terry’s turn to feel the warmth and wet between his legs.

Before he realizes it he’s on the bed cradled against Amanda, his back to her chest, with Terry between his legs. The alpha’s blood red robe is gone, and he stands naked before the omega, who still has his nightgown on, even if his panties are long gone

He’s not even sure when that happened.

“I shall have you first,” she explains. They agreed as she is smaller than Terry and it will be easier to take for his first time.

Terry will be knotting him the first time his heat hits.

“But Terry wants to taste you first … have you come on his mouth.”

This too will make it easier for her to join them together as one. Relaxed and open from Terry’s mouth.

Daniel can feel the outline of her breast against his back.

“We can do that for him can’t we?!”

His nightgown is lifted up around his waist, her hands under his thighs holding him open - exposing his most intimate place to his new husband.

“What a gorgeous little pink pussy,” The alpha rumbles, stroking his manhood to the sight.

“Gorgeous little clit too,” Amanda remarks. “Every part of you is perfect, baby.”

“What,” he whimpers. Not knowing what their words mean.

What do they mean, have him? What is Terry tasting?

“This,” she explains, her fingers rubbing over his clit, stiff and exposed from arousal.

He gasps, “my rosebud.” He’s never touched it.

“Rosebud,” she repeats. “How cute … and fitting.” Figures he would know the church vernacular.

“Cutest clit iv’e seen,” Terry agrees, as Amanda gets out of her blue robes. “Look at how turned on he is already.”

“But that’s ….” He gasps as Terry spits on the aching bud, his fingers gently brushing against it.

“Ours to touch now baby,” she whispers in his ear. “Just like here,” her fingers run up his slick seam, “is ours to fill.”

Before he can ask, her hands are spreading him further, and Terry’s face is buried between his legs, his mouth on his special omega place and he screams.

His wife’s strong arm over him belly keeps him from squirming away from the pleasure, her other hand grasping his, interlacing their fingers.

“That’s it. Let him taste you.”

When Terry comes up his mouth is wet, shinny with his slick.

“Knew he’d be a screamer,” before licking over his clit, fast, before flicking the tip of his tongue against it quickly.

The little omega can do nothing but moan and cry out, try to bit off his whimpers, his eyes rolling into his head, his thighs shaking violently as his tummy clenches, pleasure spiking in him.

“See if he’s ready,” Daniel hears Amanda say, before he feels a thick finger slip inside him. Terry is careful of the precious maidenhead, keeping the penetration shallow, the honour of that going to Amanda.

He’ll be their boy’s first knot.

Keeping his finger inside, withdrawing it to gather some slick before pushing back in, Terry sucks his clit into his mouth and it’s done, he clamps down on the finger inside, squirting his release all over his alpha husband’s face.

“What, what was that?” He asked, afraid he’s soiled himself in front of his alphas. Thin chest heaving, nipples practically poking holes through the sheer gown.

“You just came, baby.”

“Probably his first orgasm,” Terry says from between his legs. “We’ll have plenty of those,” he says.

“We’ll have all your firsts,” she whispers in his ear, squeezing the small mounds of flesh on his chest, rubbing at them through the material.

Terry turns his head sucking a bruise into his thigh, Amanda slipping in a finger along side him to test herself.

A whimper; her thumb rubbing his rosebud, so sensitive from his first orgasm, and then more slick erupting out, pleasure coursing through him, his tummy tightening. He tries to close his legs on instinct, it’s too much too soon, he feels overwhelmed, his body tingling, his heart in his throat, his cunt covered in slick and spit, but Terry’s head is back between it, licking up his juices, his hands on his inner knees keeping them from closing. Not until he’s had his fill.

So out of it, Daniel doesn’t realize when they change positions, Amanda between the wide obscene spread of his legs and Terry holding him tight against him.

Her manhood is in her hand, larger and harder than when he first laid eyes on it, and Daniel watches as she strokes it, rubbing it up and down his slit through his wetness.

“This is how an alpha gifts an omega their pup,” she explains.

“We’ll fill this pretty pussy with seed over and over … until it takes, but from the smell of you, I think it won’t take long,” Terry explains, his lips on his throat next, tasting the sweat there. Daniel can feel the alpha’s manhood hard against his backside.

“Relax,” Terry whispers, as the head of his wife’s cock breeches their omega, and Daniel gasps at the feeling, Amanda gritting her teeth at the tight grip of the virgin entrance.

They lock eyes, the alphas, and Terry sucks the omega’s swollen mating gland into his mouth, releasing a wave of endorphins, the little omega high off them. Amanda takes that distraction to snap her hips, filling him the rest of the way.

He arches off Terry, legs falling open more with an obscene moan.

“That’s it, so good for us baby.”

“That is how an alpha breeds their omega,” Amanda says touching their foreheads, kissing his softly before Terry turns his head to take his lips in a kiss. “This is how we’ll put a pup in you.”

“Many, many pups,” Terry says, biting and licking his throat.

“God Terry, he feels so fucking good.”

Moving in and out, wet squelching as his alpha starts to fuck him proper, his body adjusted to the length inside him.

“I want to see his tits,” and a rip is heard, the v of the nightie split down to his navel, Terry pushing it off his shoulders so it pools at his waist.

Terry rolls the little brown nubs between his finger and thumb.

“Oh he likes that … his pussy keeps clenching.”

“Small but sensitive,” Terry remarks.

“Just imagine when he’s with child.”

“We’ll know that soon enough,” Terry smirks.

She rubs his clit but then puts her arms under his thighs to start pounding in, so Terry takes over, rubbing that hard bud with tight circles.

A high keening that Daniel thinks may be coming from him, he’s not sure. He can do nothing but lie there, between his two alphas, his body no choice but to take what they are giving him, and they are giving it to him good.

His body is a vice impossible not to fill though ad a few more thrusts have her coming inside him, as deep inside the omega as she can get in this position, his cunt squeezing her release out and into him.

Terry bites down on the mating gland as Amanda releases inside their omega, her hips working to make sure every drop is inside him.

When she’s finally finished, she pulls out, his cunt fucked open wide and dripping her seed.

Not that they have much time to admire it before Terry’s cock is taking her place, pushing into the omega from behind. Daniel in his lap seated on his cock.

“It’s a lot, we know,” she coos, “but you have two alphas to satisfy. We’ll let you rest for a bit after,” she soothes. “Maybe show him how to use that sinful mouth,” she smirks to Terry.

Maybe even one of them in his mouth and one back inside him. God he’s look beautiful on all fours on the bed between them like that, stuffed full at both ends.

Right now though, tonight, is about him, the alphas focusing on him, knowing his utter lack of experience. There will be so much for them to show him.

She can’t wait until they work him up to both of them in his pretty little pussy … that will probably wait until his heat.

Although they haven’t decided if they’ll both fuck him during it and wait until the pup is born to figure out who sired it, but if Terry is going to knot him that means he’ll probably be the one who knocks him up, in which case Amanda can leave that to Terry and she can introduce the omega to the pleasure of having his other hole filled.

They’ll need to show him how to ride too. For now Terry is simply lifting him up and down his cock by a greedy gasp of his hands on the narrow waist. Amanda can see the bruises forming already, bruises that will match Terry’s fingerprints, but then again her own bruises are on his thighs. Her eyes drift down to and she watches Terry’s cock stretching him as it moves in and out, taking in just how much of a mess his thighs are now.

Unmarred mere hours ago, those once smooth, creamy thighs are now are littered with their passion: bite marks, hickeys, bruises and his slick and her seed, with Terry’s joining shortly.

It’s a sight which has her hardening again, and she leans over, knowing Terry is close to filling the little omega’s cunt, laying a hand on his bloated belly. She filled him well and Terry is about to stuff him to bursting.

She sucks a plump nipple in her mouth, his to hear the gasp, before moving up to scent the omega’s gland, feeling him tremble, and it’s Amanda’s turn to bite their omega’s gland as Terry’s seed floods his body and fills his womb with more seed, mixing in with Amanda’s.

He’s jostled on Terry’s cock as he keeps coming, fucking up into the omega as he comes and comes, making sure every bit is deep inside. The poor thing is exhausted, wrung out and limb by the time Terry finishes, pulling out with a loud squelch.

“No one can contest this claim,” she laughs. “Never has there been a better bred cunt.”

A hand on his sweaty forehead, Terry kissing up the side of his face as Amanda fetches the priest.

The priest merely looks between his legs, quickly confirming the marriage is consummated, and consummated well. He congratulates both alphas, who confirm they both spent inside him.

“Well, I expect a pup won’t be far off.”

Daniel barely registers being cleaned by the alphas and he ends up snuggled between them, a feeling of safety he’s never experienced, and utmost satisfaction. He’s sore but that would be imposibile not to, given the circumstances - two alphas, two well endowed alphas, but his body is limp from pleasure and still tingling.

If this is how they gift him pups, he is glad he wants many.

Terry firm against his back, his hand protectively over his belly, Daniel’s face snuggled into Amanda’s chest, they fall asleep.

[meyhew]

I was not expecting Macklemore of all celebs to put out the best statement about the genocide going on in Palestine but I am glad someone like him is using his platform for good.

first, i did not know his govt name is BEN. kinda crazy. anyway full statement for anyone wondering:

I have been in fear. I have felt a literal lump in my throat and I cannot stay silent any longer. I condemn the murder of any human. The bombings, kidnappings and murder of the Israeli people carried out by Hamas was horrific in every way imaginable. My heart deeply hurts for the Israelis that lost loved ones to such an abomination. As a father, I cannot imagine if one of my kids was at that festival, or was still missing after being kidnapped. It is absolutely unfathomable. But killing innocent humans in retaliation as collective punishment is not the answer. That is why I am supporting the people around the world who are calling for a ceasefire. We are witnessing an unfolding genocide in Palestine at this very moment. A U.S.-backed human catastrophe in front of our eyes. Gaza is being demolished. Well over 1 million people have lost their homes. Schools, hospitals, places of worship obliterated. Innocent kids are being murdered as I’m typing this. People can’t get out. They are literally fenced in. Israel isn’t allowing water, food and medicine into the open-air prison that is Gaza. And yet we remain silent. I have. There’s the fear of immediately being labeled Anti-Semitic when you say anything against the Israeli government. This is false. I  can wholeheartedly love my Jewish brothers and sisters while simultaneously condemning the Israeli government for their mass killings and Apartheid.  I have been backstage at night before the shows, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face in absolute disbelief at how we as a country are supporting these murders with our weapons and financial backing. We are collectively praying for Israel before NFL football games, projecting Israeli flags onto our buildings and watching in-depth news stories on the catastrophic bombings in Israel. All are important ways of honoring the Israeli lives lost and those that are suffering because of it. But why are we not doing the same for Palestinians? How are one group of people’s lives worth more than others? By no means am I an expert on this conflict. I am relatively new to this and learning as I go. There’s 75 years of Palestinian occupation and deeply rooted pain on both sides, stemming back far before I was born. But there is no side to take when it comes to our collective human spirit. We all have a voice and a platform to stand for what is right and just. Even if it’s a one-on-one conversation with someone. I understand my privilege in speaking out publicly because I have financial resources and am void of a boss or company to answer to. A lot of Americans are afraid that if they say something it could put their livelihood at risk. But if I’m putting my business, career, or Instagram followers above using my platform to speak out against genocide… what does that say about me?” I keep coming back to this MLK quote: ‘Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.’ I have so many close lifelong Jewish and Muslim friends and I don’t want to cause any additional harm to any of them. But I trust in our friendships that even if we disagree we can be rooted in love and acceptance in whatever dialogue transpires. I trust that these potential challenging and emotional conversations will not divide us in the end but lead to more compassion. Killing the innocent is never the answer. Revenge only breeds more hatred. Thinking of ourselves as separate from one another is a lie.

[tennfan2]

20,22,25,26

(This is a long one - sorry!)

20) What’s one tip you have for other hypnotists/subjects?

For hypnotists: Be flexible. The more you hypnotize people and the more experience you get with hypnosis generally, the more you realize that there's no one-size-fits-all way to hypnotize someone. Even in the middle of an induction, it's good to be able to shift gears to respond to how your subject is responding. It's a two (or more!) person exercise, even if you're doing all the talking!

For subjects: Be flexible. While it's not always easy to find a hypnotist or content creator you enjoy, it's important to try inductions or techniques that are new to you now and then; in the same way your tastes change as you grow up, the things that work for your brain and trance may change, too!

22) Do you like your hypnosis to involve power exchange, or not?

This is a whole-ass post unto itself! For the purposes of this answer, I'm choosing to define power exchange in the sense of a dominance/submission exchange. I think there's an inherent power/vulnerability exchange that happens with hypnosis generally, but I don't think it's inherently dominant/submissive in nature.

As a hypnotist, a true d/s energy is rarely (if ever) my thing. I love a collaborative feeling when I'm doing hypnosis - it's more fun and engaging to me to feel like I'm working with the subject to create something cool/satisfying/weird.

As a subject? I'm finding it more and more fun to really engage my submissive side. I used to shy away from this because of, well, a lot of stuff. But I'm finding it more and more appealing and fun with folks I trust.

25) Have you ever experienced strong, sudden feelings for a hypnotist/subject? How did you deal with that?

It happens! It's a *very real* and *very normal* thing that happens with hypnosis - there's an emotional intensity, a vulnerability and an intimacy to all of this that really breeds big feelings for a lot of folks. There was a time where it was very, very hard for me to deal with the feelings I would catch for folks I did hypnosis with. I had a lot of jealousy, sadness, and feelings of abandomment/isolation early on. In nearly every instance, it was not the other person's intentional doing! It was me not being able to delineate between what was driven by the experience and what was more of a core feeling.

How do I deal now? First, knowing myself, I *know* I will catch feelings when I play with someone new, and I'm aware of and on guard (for lack of a better term) for that. I give myself permission to feel that, but also to acknowledge that it's being influenced by something that's not "true," no matter how "true" it feels. I also (especially when it feels likely) will tell my potential play partner that I have that tendency and that I'm able to manage it, and what kind of aftercare or general care needs may come with that! (Also, I lean into those feelings sometimes! Hypnosis is the root of so many incredibly close friendships I have now; it's a really powerful thing.)

That said, especially if you're new? TAKE HEED. Take a beat. Take a breath. Give yourself room to feel, but also room to recognize that it's not the real thing. Protect yourself, because it's easy to end up in situations where you can be really hurt in ways you don't see coming.

26) Are you interested in hypnotising/being hypnotised by people of a gender you are not attracted to?

This is hard. If it's in a kinky context, then generally no. In fairness, the only gender I'm categorically not attracted to is cis men, and that lack of attraction is rooted in some challenging life stuff for me that breeds a ton of distrust.

In a non-kinky context, there's a lot less of an issue.

But also? You don't have to play with people you're not attracted to! You're not required to be attracted to people you're not attracted to! No is a complete sentence.

[ipsen]

hey, before I ask I just wanted to say that your work is really inspiring and great to read (you're my favourite fanfic author atm), and please keep doing what you do! Recently I found a ship in a fandom that I liked that reminds me of Etoken. It's a very rarepair (only 10 fics on Ao3) and I want to contribute to the ship by writing some fanfictions about it like you did with Etoken. I wanted to ask, do you have steps in writing a fanfiction? Making a generalized idea first perhaps? What's your process in writing? This would be my first attempt to write something so I don't really know how to start.

well, first off, thanks a bunch for your compliments! looks like ppl were right when they said someone is always looking for exactly what you’ve written. it means a lot, and i'll use this to keep going! more under the cut

so okay, my writing process. usually it either starts with a vision/concept or a particular scene that i want to fully contextualize. i also like to start with a basic theme to sorta help guide me as i write things out.

for example, holometabolism was guided by a few things things: eto surviving cochlea, and eto going through a positive, reformative character arc. then, to flesh that out, the underlying theme was "love" in its various forms: eto's friendship with touka, eto's sisterly bond with hinami, eto's romantic connection to kaneki, and finally, eto's growing love for herself. this love then spreads out into the overarching narrative of ghouls' existence and the dismantling of furuta's ccg, upending the violence that tokyo ghoul has relied upon up until the time the fic takes place. progress is only made when the protagonists are not pursuing violence.

as for the actual "writing" part, i start with an outline of bullet points, things that i want to hit within the chapter/fic as a whole. the important stuff. after that, i just start writing, changing things as i go.

blank canvas is my longest ongoing fic atm, and the outline has been a big help. i've definitely changed some things here and there, but the story as it stands has been fairly faithful to the outline.

now, i have a natural sense for storytelling due to my degree and also lots of years of just writing or watching media and other stories, so bear in mind, if you're new to this, it won't always be obvious where you want to go with a fic. i recommend just watching movies/reading books/whatever you want to engage with regarding stories in order to just gather inspiration. creativity breeds creativity!

my best advice, above everything, is to put words on the page. actual fic stuff, outline, whatever gets you going! it counts, t r u s t

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Thanks for the ask!

[soft-serve-soymilk]

For Cynthia

(Soft oc asks) 4 - Forehead kisses or hand kisses?

@hungrydolphin91

The oc rambles continue :3

Hello and welcome to another long overdue OC ask :3c. Today I shall cover perhaps the only “normal” person living in my head— Cynthia :D (Well, she is probably insane but everyone around her is worse, so it cancels out /j (my head children are great ty very much))

Cynthia Conifer Smith, 15, is a soul addled with executive dysfunctional issues (mood), a love for anime and other assorted melodramatic Japanese media (and Mario kart), a passion for making esoteric lil potions aka mocktails,, and a need to thrive in this capitalistic society by owning a babysitting side hustle which operates mostly by chucking kids in the garage where she has a lil arcade set up and proceeding to watch them fail miserably at said arcade games. I absolutely love her to pieces. She is also pansexual~

Unlike many of her half-breed Lucid Dreamer friends, Cynthia remains 100% a pure and wholesome human :>. And much like Inigo, she immigrated to Amonea in her childhood. The circumstances, however, being a lot less tragic and a lot more wholesome than him. You see, Cynthia originated from a region of Byrgir with stiff academic competition and pressure to succeed, something which really took a toll on her brother, who only wanted to be an artist in life. Her brother was aware that with her neurodivergence, life would be increasingly miserable for her, especially since their parents were the type for no accommodations and high expectations. So after argument after argument, he took Cynthia with him as they moved to Amonea, and has been raising her ever since~

Cynthia integrated well into Amonea, made even better by the fact that there was another newcomer at the same time as her! This ended up being Inigo, and they have been the bestest of friends ever since <3. However. It was not like this friendship was without it’s incidents. Cynthia with her #quirky energy and earnest demeanour, at some point, made herself quite the target for juvenile mean girl bullying. This escalated to the point where at one point it looked like she was about to be cornered, when *shwiiiip*!!! Inigo dashes to protect her. with his pocket knife brandished. in front of too many people. during lunchtime at school.

He got promptly suspended (perhaps the start of his delinquent behaviour, in a way)

On the other hand the bullying stopped :D. And being both made outcasts, they found a newfound depth to their friendship that wasn’t there before.

There’s also another interesting moment in their 6 years of shared history. Due to the twin disappearances of the Dandelions (Dism and Archus), Amonea schooling has quite the lean into mental health, asking for help, stranger danger, y’know, related concepts to what happened in 2002-2003. And at one point both Cynthia and Inigo were called to do a research assignment about ✨depression✨ (At a level suitable for their age). And Inigo takes this assignment far too seriously bc that’s what he does, he needs the best grades for everything. It was incidentally at this point where he wrongly assumes that by having thrown Archie’s diary filled with very important pictures even though why he did it was largely not his fault, he set Archie on a very bad spiral ultimately culminating in, well, suicide. Please read his oc ask and fish around my blog for the tags where I cover this I promise it makes more sense when I discuss this through the lens of himTM

Anyway due to this “revelation” Inigo essentially shuts down into a state of immense listlessness and fear. And obv Cynthy wants to know what’s wrong, so she tries talking to him when he’s alone. And he. He looks at her with these scared wide open puppy dog eyes, and runs away 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (he is so scared that by getting close, the same will inevitably happen to her). So!!! Cynthy decides enough is enough. This poor child absolutely needs to know there’s always someone happy and bright and there for him, she reasons, and with her love for anime in tow she dyes her hair in the brightest possible colour she can think of- pink! And she’s been keeping it that way ever since it’s been like Inigo’s heart has been encased in ice, and then further chained in the prison that is his mind (perhaps waiting for a certain bright-eyed bisexual boy to shine a gentle light to wake him up again so he can free himself… wait no I’m not doing this I’m not ready for Disigo feels this GODDAMN TIME OF NIGHT—)

(QPRs peaked at Dism and Inigo fyi)

Anywayyy Cynthy has matured(?) into quite the air headed fanfic author, and a particular enthusiast of RichAss of Tales of Graces fame. She’s a moodmaker, loud and extroverted, much unlike her best friend. She embroils herself in Dism’s newfound circumstances regardless of whether she has powers or not bc she wants to make herself feel useful, not unlike Dism’s true motivation (perhaps with less misguided/darker reasoning than him :>). Quite an out-of-the-box thinker!

Anyway for the question that has been bequeathed to me— hand or forehead kisses? Well, I think Cynthia would take the hand kisses <3. She’s a bit of a playful person, and ofc we have that media influence bleeding right through. But also, she has bangs that are in the way! However,, I do think that when it comes to giving kisses, she would be pecking Archie and Idyllia on the forehead (I like to imagine them in a polyamory sometimes, and trust me you have not seen anything fluffier). Those two deserve something honest and direct after all!!

And that concludes the latest ramble session <3. For those that read to the end,,, I hope you enjoy all the information!! See you in 5 months :D

[the-owl-tree]

opinion on nightcloud?

sexuality headcanon

bi

gender/pronouns headcanon

cis but thinking of exploring; she/they

rate them out of ten

7/10

favorite thing about them

she really is just doing her best despite everything that gets thrown at her.

least favorite thing about them

inconsistency, or at least character moments that fluctuate towards what crowfeather's character needs versus what would make nightcloud a more compelling character.

why i first started liking/disliking them

people fucking hated her so much and i read the books and just Did Not Get It, i think i started aggressively liking her when i saw takes that were just straight up making shit up or blaming her for crowfeather's shit.

do i relate/project onto/kin them?

no <3

favorite quote/moment

when she curls around breezepaw after he gets hurt and insists on carrying him, mama's boy breezepelt is SO important to me

my fav ship:

NIGHTLEAF!!!!!!!

my fav platonic friendship

hmmm...squirrelnight maybe? weird one but mudclaw and nightcloud, rebellion buddies

a ship i hate:

crownight ig it's over now at least lol

do i prefer canon or fanon?

canon i guess since fanon seem(s/ed) intent on just making shit up about her

random headcanon

she has rogue lineage for some reason & she and heathertail are very close as mother and daughter in law

what color do i picture them as

i mean, i used a gray-pink when i draw her. is that the question

cat breed headcanon

oriental shorthair

unpopular opinion

nightcloud being more short-tempered, angrier, and whatnot would’ve worked just fine and made her off handed insecurities more interesting

things i associate with them

shadows, the night, stars, shadowy forest, fall for some reason

song i associate with them

too close by sir chloe, better than me by the brobecks, dare i say it….Jolene

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them

literally all of ursiday’s stuff of her, hide map, the too close map

[purrincess-chat]

I'm obviously very happy for Adrinette this season, but I can't help but feel sad over the rise of Ladrien salt with the newest trash take that Ladrien was so boring and toxic and that's why they couldn't be together. With Marichat, they were able to get together. I'm just really bummed now.

I haven't seen Ladrien salt in a minute, but I tend to block anyone who posts stuff like that in the tag, so it's possible I've just blocked the main offenders cause ain't nobody got time for that mess.

The thing about that argument is that it's not true? The point of Elation was that MC couldn't be together. People got distracted by the kissing and roaming the city under the moonlight, but the point of that episode was that they couldn't be together that way. They literally said it in the episode. They were canon for like 30 seconds, then they broke things off immediately. 🤡

As for Ladrien, their side took a big hit at the end of s4, but if I had to wager, they are probably okay now at this point in canon because LN made up and are friends now and Marinette and Adrien are dating. Marinette wouldn't have reason to flip out around him anymore as Ladybug, especially after recent developments with Felix, and Adrien doesn't have to feel bad about what happened either. They've moved past it for the most part and are now focused on healing and fixing. All sides of the square are pretty much good rn. LN are friends, MC is an ex fling/one nighter/still technically one-sided because Adrinette is dating, and Ladrien is now one-sided for the same reason but even then not really because, again, they're dating. MC stans have always been a different breed of oblivious when it comes to canon. After all they are the origins of the true selves trope, and we all know how much water that holds in canon 😂

Ladrien didn't need to "get together" to be valid. None of the sides did, even Adrinette. The beautiful thing about the square is that there has always been a blend of love and friendship. They're partners and friends and in love. All of those parts of their relationship are valid and important for the love square as a whole. So, anyone saying any side of the square is boring or toxic or undeserving or not as good as some other side are full of shit, and they don't understand the love square. I recommend blocking Ladrien haters on principle. They're not anyone you should lament being rid of, nor should their stupidity ever make you feel bad. Their takes are often incredibly wrong and not rooted in canon, so don't take anything they say to heart.