#feeling very inarticulate at the moment but

[pinkdean]

Personally i don't think we as a society are romanticizing hand me down clothing enough

[thewertsearch]

TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit TT: I said not entirely. TG: what do you mean TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness. TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice. TT: Before it's all over.

...I'm honestly kind of inarticulate, at this point.

This is just a deeply fucked-up situation - but at the same time, it's proving to be one of the most heartwarming scenes in the comic. Bittersweet might be the best way to describe it.

TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others. TT: Could you give a message to John for me?

I'm too weepy for theories, at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” is the best and only guess I have.

TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up TT: Aw, are you sure? TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn. TT: Sportsways. TG: nah ill stay asleep a while

Dave! <3

Dang it, dude. You’re getting dangerously close to S-Tier on the strength of this conversation alone.

Something tells me this ain’t no ghost.

Well, kids? Are you next?

TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous TT: You don't remember him? TG: no

You might not remember him, but one of your altselves died by his hand. It sounds like there’s some very slight memory bleed between the two Daves – just enough to give him goosebumps here, as some primal part of him remembers what if felt like to be stabbed.

This actually has some fairly wide-reaching implications, if true. For example, if Dave can remember his altself’s experiences, what’s stopping the Scratched kids from remembering their previous lives? Even if the memories are only processed as vague ‘feelings’, it would still be very interesting for Reboot!John and co. to be thrust into a session which is both new, and hauntingly familiar.

We might have seen this phenomenon before, actually.

Typheus!John seemed awfully emotional when he first laid eyes on Dad. I guess he was dimly aware that the man had been kidnapped by imps, but there might have been something else going on, too.

Was it possible that a fragment of his soul was aware that, somewhere far, far, away, a terrible fate had befallen his father?

[nerdanel01]

rungs of gold (18+)

certain works of fan art have me thinking a little too hard about what piercings Emmrich may or may not have.

Emmrich x Gender Neutral Rook, lots of cock, genital piercings, jacob’s ladder piercing, smut implied at the end but not depicted

“That—that’s not—” 

Rook’s tongue felt thick in their mouth; clumsy. The sight in front of them had rendered them inarticulate, and more than a little stupid, with a sudden, dizzy rush of heat and need. 

The lines around Emmrich’s eyes deepened with amusement, and his mouth slanted fetchingly to the side. 

“Yes, dear?”

The last two functioning brain cells in Rook’s head cast the incredulous words upon their tongue:

“That’s not part of your grave dowry.”

Because a grave dowry—as Rook understood it—was gold that Nevarrans took with them when they died. Rook had seen some of the undead thralls in the Necropolis, bangles of gold stacked along their wrists and ankles, just like the bracelets Emmrich wore nearly to his elbows.

But, with a shock that had nearly stopped Rook’s heart (but left other parts of their body clenching, deliciously, in anticipation)—when Emmrich had undressed in front of them for the first time, unfastened his trousers and pulled himself free, he had revealed certain jewelry that Rook could not possibly imagine any skeleton wearing from beyond the grave. 

Rook had no idea how they would attach it. 

“A keen observation,” Emmrich replied, his widening grin tugging crookedly at his words. “When I pass on, I won’t be able to take these particular adornments with me; they are exclusively for the admiration and stimulation of the living.”

Emmrich’s hand dropped between his slender hips, long fingers grasping loosely around his swollen arousal, already red and weeping. The ladder of golden barbells that ran along the underside of his shaft winked seductively at Rook as Emmrich ran his fingers over them. Really, Rook shouldn’t be surprised. Whyever should Emmrich not be dripping in gold from head to toe? Look at him: gorgeous, precious—perfect, even without the embellishments of the studs in his ears and the rings on his fingers (and the piercings along his cock, which Rook probably couldn’t pull their eyes away from if they tried.) But Rook still wants to layer him in golden pendants and ruby brooches until he shines exactly like the treasure he is.

That—and Rook would also very much like to climb naked into Emmrich’s lap, to feel all that gold pressing up against them.

Emmrich’s hazel eyes sparkled as he watched Rook’s gaze trace the movements of his hand. 

“Darling Rook, if you like them so much, I will have the gold melted down into a bracelet, and ensure it is bequeathed to you after I am gone.” The laugh lines around the necromancer’s mouth deepened, though Emmrich did not make a sound beyond the shallow huffing of his breath, unsteady with lust. “A small token to help you remember me fondly.”

‘Fond’ was perhaps not the word Rook would use the memories such a token might recall to mind. But the idea of Emmrich’s genital piercings living a second life as a bracelet on their wrist humiliated them with a burning they admittedly did not totally despise. Swallowing, Rook drank in the sight before them and imagined what Emmrich would look like after he came—milky rivulets of his spend trickling between the gold barbells like beads of dripping pearls—

“Dear,” Emmrich began, then, his voice wavering, less sultry and far less sure of himself, “you seem a bit shocked—forgive me, I ought to have said something, not left it til the moment to reveal it to you. If it is too much…”

A dull whine from the back of Rook’s throat answered. “Not too much,” Rook managed to reassure him after finding their tongue, tearing their gaze away from Emmrich’s waist to meet his eyes. “Definitely good, I just…”

Rook’s eyes sunk back to Emmrich’s waist. Color heated their cheeks, and they asked: 

“Can I touch?”

In the periphery of their vision, Rook saw Emmrich jerk his head—a sharp, emphatic nod of his head, yes—and Rook took a step forward, closing the space between them. 

Hesitant—not for any lack of desire on their part, but out of a profound reluctance to hurt Emmrich—Rook groped gently along his shaft, tugging loose-fistedly along the hot swollen length of it, carefully not to pull too roughly on his piercings. But even that gentle touch left Emmrich stifling a satisfied groan in the back of his throat—and Rook matched that groan in kind, feeling the smooth, golden ball-ends of the piercings glide across their fingers, imagining what all that metal would feel like, dragging mercilessly inside of them. 

Croaked, weakly, “Wow.”

Just like that, the crooked grin was back on Emmrich’s face—though now he surveyed Rook through eyes heavy lidded with desire, his breath catching unevenly as Rook continued to stroke him. 

“I’m pleased you like it. I must admit, some partners have found it off-putting, in the past.”

Rook choked out a laugh. Honestly, it was taking all of Rook’s self control not to rip off their clothes and jump on it this instant, but they gathered that such a move would neither be wise nor entirely welcome. Still,

“That’s insane. It’s a huge turn on.” 

Emmrich answered this declaration with a gasp of delighted disbelief. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Rook affirmed with an emphatic nod of their head, swiping slow, firm and insistent at the weeping, red head of his shaft. Told him:

“Emmrich, you’re gorgeous.”

—and felt their stomach flip and clench in excitement at the way Emmrich’s cock jumped in their hand at the words, bloodflooded and thick. 

“How very fortunate I am that you think so.” Emmrich’s words came breathlessly, now; a faint blush was starting to spread across his cheeks. “Do you still want to…?”

Rook pulled on his cock, kissed his neck, kissed up to Emmrich’s ear. 

“Yes,” Rook swore, pressing the words and their hot breath against the barely-there evening stubble on Emmrich’s neck. They could feel their own cheeks burning at the thought of the dirty talk perched on their tongue, felt a little shudder of arousal run through them when their mouth shaped the words against Emmrich’s skin:

“Yes, you’d better—

“It’d be cruel of you to display yourself like this in front of me if you weren’t going to fill me up after.” Emmrich didn’t answer. And Rook shrank in on themselves, already ready to apologize for pushing things too far—Emmrich was such a gentleman, they should have realized he wouldn’t want to be spoken to like that—when they felt Emmrich’s long fingers on their chin, tilting their face up to his and pausing only to groan a low, “oh, darling…” between their lips before he was crushing their mouths together in a kiss so passionate it bordered on the obscene.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina , Do you have a category for reread fics?How can I find them

Meaning fics I’ve read more than once? I don’t think I’ve ever made one—let me see what I can do.

Hats Off To My Distant Hope by orphan_account (E, 21K) This was such a pleasure to read. The writing feels so effortless as the fic explores the deep emotions of these two characters. They’re stubborn and inarticulate and gentle and passionate and finally, finally open up to each other. I really wish I knew who wrote it because I’d love to read more of their work.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (E, 150K) I’ve read this one multiple times and still love it. Their bickering is so realistic, their resistance to their attraction to each other is perfect, the way the author portrays all of their weird quirks and differences but still makes it believable that they’d fall fo reach other is such fun to read….I love this fic.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach (E, 160K) Probably my absolute favorite time travel fic. I’ve read it more times than I’d like to admit, and every time I love it more. One of the things I like most is how organically the author weaves in canon events…every little moment is an easter egg without it being so obvious that it pulls you out of the fic. Anyway, this one is so moving and so absorbing, I hope you like it if you give it a try! There’s an 18K companion piece to it as well, but you’ll see the link at the appropriate time when you’re reading the main fic (and when you read the scene that breaks your heart –– in the best possible way –– come and scream at me. You’ll know which one I mean).

Our Lives, Non Fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 114K) this is, quite literally, the best fic I’ve read in years. It’s so well written, clever, funny, emotional, and sexy. Its draw you in immediately and you’ll end up falling in love with these characters before you know it. Don’t miss this one.

Never Never Never Stop for Anyone (Sheylinsonverse) by aimmyarrowshigh, spibsy (E, 10-work series, 439K)Yes, here I am again, putting this series on a list. Probably 10 people in this fandom like it as much as I do, but I don’t care. I have read all 440K words more than once, and will likely do it a few more times. Yes, it needs editing, but even so…really well written, super sexy (if you like reading BDSM and can handle Larry + someone else), and such interesting character development. One of my favorite things about this fic is how the authors differentiate between the ways the different characters inhabit their Dom and Sub personalities.

Make Your Words A Weapon by HelloAmHere (E, 36K) I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks!

Pull Me Under by zarah5 (E, 140K) One of the very first fics I read when I came into this fandom…and I’ve read it multiple times since. Zarah’s fics hold up every time. This one has it all, great pacing, ot5 friendship, banter, super sexy smut, etc etc. Plus, Louis being super jealous of Harry’s best friend.

Into The Blue by zarah5 (E, 117K) honestly, I love all of this author’s fics, but I think this is my favorite of theirs. Louis as a flirty scuba instructor? Newly single Harry who just wants a fling? Boys living on other sides of the world who only have a few weeks together? Heartbreak. Hot af smut. OT5 friendship. Please….give me all that shit.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M, 46K)This one is so sweet. I loved Harry's internal monologue... his insecurities and thoughts that he'd made Louis uncomfortable because he liked, him made me cry. Louis is so soft and supportive. It’s just a lovely fic.

Remind Me Again by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (E, 29K) Every sentence in this fic is so effortlessly beautiful. I love that the miscommunication between them is done in a totally realistic way. The fight and make up like real people do and that makes the angst more painful and the making up more emotional. One of my favorite authors.

And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train (E, 36K) I really enjoyed how this author handled Harry’s confusion and growing attraction and eventual sexuality crisis. That, along with the angst and very sexy smut, made it a really good read.

may we all have a vision now and then by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (M, 4K) This author is one of my favorite writers in this fandom and everything they do is infused with so much delicacy and tenderness. I literally cried through this fic because of how wounded Harry’s character feels. Read it and then treat yourself to their whole AO3 catalogue.

Seeing Blind by zedi (E, 47K) I really liked the way this author gave a twist to both Omega Harry and Alpha Louis’ characteristics. It’s a whole lot of smut and miscommunication and, of course, a happy ending.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (NR, 209K) this fic will run you through the wringer, but it’s really a great read. I really like the way the author took the boys from enemies to friends to boyfriends, and how we got to see how protective and supportive Louis became towards Harry.

smell the sea, feel the sky by @lightwoodsmagic (E, 16K) This is the perfect summer pining fic. I love that they’re adults and still the same horny, pining fools for each other and it still works. It’s just very sexy, light, and fun.

we can take the long road home by @pinkcords (E, 46K) This was absolutely gorgeous. And it made me cry, damn it. Seriously though, the writing is so beautiful. I loved the characterizations and the way they both showed their vulnerability. I loved the slow pace and the hot smut. I loved this fic.

smile in slow motion by istajmaal (E, 24K) One of my favorite Daddy kink authors, this one is lighthearted and funny while also being super sexy. Plus it’s got great Zouis friendship.

all my love was down on a frozen ground by navigator (E, 16K) This is an old one that I didn’t have bookmarked for some reason. But it’s a favorite and I love everything this author wrote. This is one of those quiet, soft fics with a bit of angst and a lot of internal monologue and gentle conversations. I don’t know, there’s something so touching about it.

Thought The Song Was Sung by 100percentsassy (E, 13K) This is both a famous/not famous and a dating app AU. Plus, older Larry. Plus an author who writes great fic. And this one is just sweet and charming and I really like this one.

the way the storms blow by rbbsbb (E, 22K) What would happen if you walked in on your best friend in the midst of an orgy? Louis finds out and it’s pretty damn hot.

we can take the long way home by eleadore (E, 27K) this one is a canon divergent future fic where Louis is a “carrier” (basically, he would be able to get pregnant) and it’s just SO good. It’s beautifully written (like everything this author does), so well-paced, and I just find the way their developing relationship is written to be so touching and realistic.

The light to guide me home by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun (E, 65K) I don’t know what it is about this fic but I’ve read it so many times and I just really love the instant chemistry, the smut is stupid hot and fuels the character growth, and even with the angst, the whole thing is just lighthearted and sexy.

Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter (E, 101K) This was one of the first fics I read in this fandom, but I read it again recently and had forgotten how really wonderful it is. The writing is so lovely and the characters feel so well developed. I especially loved how the authors explored how differently the two of them would respond to their relationship given the different stages of life they were in. It made the romance and the attraction and the angst feel really real.

Constant Debauchery by Blake (E, 19K) Yes, yes, I know. I’ve probably recommended this 10 times. But have you read it yet? Anyway…Edwardian setting, uni ABO (Alpha/Alpha) fic. Gorgeous mood setting, I’ve said before that it reads like an Merchant Ivory film looks…just gorgeous. There’s a similar sense of repression and uncertainty about flouting societal expectations, and a character who appears one way on the surface, but underneath is quite different. I love this one, I’ve read it a number of times.

Lightening Strikes Twice by @dinosaursmate (E, 106K) It’s not often that I read a 100+K fic multiple times, but this one is worth it. It’s one of my favorites from this author, and a favorite all around. It’s an epic love story spanning decades and massive life changes. It’s sexy and well-written, and so touching, and so fulfilling in many ways.

precious little thing by mercutionnotromeo (E, 21K) I’ve read this one so many times…it’s got it all. This time the phone sex operator is Louis, and subby Harry is just beginning to realize his daddy kink.

Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson (E, 7K) This author always does such a good job with depicting young, queer love and the way their characters experience the overwhelm of realizing they’re not straight, realizing the’ve met their Person, pining, and giving in. I love a lot of their fics, but I think this is my favorite of them. Link is to a download.

One day to believe in you by mediaville (E, 8K) another author who always hits it out of the park as far as I’m concerned. This one is super funny and then super sexy. Louis gets cursed and has to tell the truth. No matter what Harry asks him. Read it!

like a bastard on a burning sea by vashtaneradas (NR, 21K) Heartbreaking, perfect writing. So well-written that the fandom hated real-life Harry for a while after this was posted. 😅

These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning (E, 18K) I adore this author’s writing and I’ve read this particular one multiple times. It’s just a little melancholy and very sexy and one of those fics that reminds me why I can read about the same two people falling in love 46372 times and never tire of it.

Empty Skies by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (E, 13K) I just started re-reading this the other day and it holds up so well. This author is always a pleasure to read. Their fics just are well plotted and the characters are nicely fleshed out. I loved Perrie as Harry’s bestie, the bitterness and angst is PAINFUL, and the ending feels well earned.

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E, 124K) One of the OG classics in this fandom. If you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out. It’s just a great, original story. Plus, cowboy Harry, city boy Louis, bad guys to hate, nail biting drama, hot af sexual chemistry and smut, and a super satisfying ending.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E, 135K) Everything about this fic is glorious. I’m always struck by how well the characters are fleshed out, how their behavior lines up with their backstory, how ridiculously hot the chemistry is, and how agonizing the angst is. So yes, no shocker, I cried buckets. Thank god for a happy ending.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry (E, 137K) High school Au, footie, enemies with benefits, so much sexual tension (and just tension), and really well-developed, complex characters. Most of the conflict in this (and in the companion fic from Harry’s POV) is straight up lack of communication. But, given the age of the characters, it’s forgivable (although sometimes frustrating).

In Dreams by dolce_piccante (M, 24K) This actually might be my favorite of this author’s fics, although I know it’s definitely not the most popular. It’s just soft and romantic and sweet and I’m a sucker for tattoo artist Louis winning over slightly uptight Harry.

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart my mcpofife (E, 87K) I reread this one recently and it's truly delightful. The characterizations are so well done. Harry is so endearing (I cried over his heartbreak). And the smut is both hot and really emotional. Love this one.

[rederiswrites]

I don't even know where I'm going next with this. I'm blocked by how fucking funny it is just by itself:

In the first moments Arden Mercar saw Lucanis Dellamorte, he wasn't thinking about abominations. He wasn't thinking of the stories, the campfire tales of their destruction, their mindless rage. He wasn't thinking about danger, or even the very real possibility of his own imminent death. He wasn't really thinking anything at all, save the inarticulate feeling that this was the most beautiful, the most exquisitely deadly, creature he'd ever seen.

“Rook. Rook!” Harding hissed at him, jabbing him in the side with her bow. “Rook, he’s possessed.”

“Oh, shit,” said Arden.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Sub-Zero x Apprentice Reader: Father Figure

Young reader is an apprentice under Kuai Liang.

Warning: Your dad is an asshole just for this fic. (If he is irl my condolences) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Evening hits as the ice clan is dismissed from class for today. Training today was smooth, though you were still lacking behind. You didn't worry about it, though. It wasn't like the Grandmaster would be cruel to send you out to battle unprepared.

All your peers were leaving, yet you lacked behind as you weren't that eager to walk all the way home by yourself again. It's an everyday thing for you, but still, you were always paranoid. Even if you did have friends outside of training sessions, no one goes the same way as you.

Glancing around, you spot the Grandmaster doing his own thing, not appearing busy. Surely it wouldn't hurt to ask him, right?

Isn't he supposed to care about his students?

Shyly walking to him - shuffling your boots through the snow - you got your words together for what you'd request.

Kuai sees you approaching and stops what he's doing, the master cryomancer wondering what you were up to. "Greetings, Y/n. Did you need something?"

"Yes, Grandmaster. Could you... walk me home?" You felt yourself shrinking. Now that you've asked, it felt shameful. "If you want- I don't want to bother you. I just don't like walking by myself." The excuses made you feel all the more flustered.

Kuai didn't see such an issue, though. Maybe you could use the company. Besides, he wasn't doing much at the moment. It'd be nice to interact with another student other than Frost for once.

"Very well." He shrugs. It was just that easy.

One new thing he gets to learn about you during the walk is that your village is a little far from the Lin Kuei palace. Dangerous, too. Somehow, you still had a decent attendance.

Safely escorted to your cabin, you stepped on the frozen doormat before you look back at him and bowed. "Thanks for walking with me. Shall I try to bring you some tea or a snack before you go?"

"No thanks." Kuai politely turned down. "Are you here by yourself?"

You frowned and looked to the side. "Err, my dad is inside, but I'm sure he's likely asleep. I shouldn't bother him."

The scarred man's brows narrowed but he wasn't going to press it too much. "How come he doesn't walk you to training?"

"He's busy like all of us." You answered.

"Hm. Well, I'll come get you tomorrow." That sounds more like a command than offer.

Still, you had to think for a second. Anything unplanned or unusual is inconvenient, something you picked up from behavior.

"Be here early." You tell your Grandmaster, and he nods before walking away from your cabin, returning to his palace.

---Next Morning---

You've woken up and already did some morning stretches.  You hurried, yet quietly, packed up your items for today. Kuai Liang should be almost here right about now as you two planned. You just hope your dad wasn't awake at this important time-

"Well, good morning to you." You hear the same patronizing voice.

"Morning." You responded, walking to the door and not looking back until he stops you.

"Don't you leave the house a little later? Why are you leaving this early?" The side of your eye could see him cross his arms, staring dead at you.

"So I could start training early." You say with an unintentional attitude.

"If you don't want to be near me, you can just say that."

You look at your father with absurdity. "I didn't even say that, I just said I was going to train early."

He nods and walks to the couch. "Right. You keep talking to me with that tone."

"Whatever, dad." You mutter without thinking. Not such a good move.

You flinched at the loud sound behind you and you didn't know if he slammed something off the table or flipped it over. Your eyes remained glued on the door.

"Just get the hell out of my house. Go!"

Your lips quivered and you turned the doorknob, opening the door and completely froze up when you see your mentor right there.

His inarticulate eyes fall on you, and though your face was shocked, he could see the distress.

It was a brief silence. You could tell that your father behind you was also surprised as well, before he spoke up to the powerful man.

"Grandmaster Kuai Liang. What a surprise you're at my house at this time... Did you need my daughter?"

Kuai glares at your dad with hidden judgement. "I'm here to make sure she walks safely to her academy. Something you are unable to do. And I'd appreciate if you don't treat my pupil like that."

The second Sub-zero gently guides you to his side as if protecting you from your own kin's foul vibe.

"It's nice meeting you, Mr. L/N. I hope next time, you better yourself." Not that you noticed really, but his tone held a threat to your dad.

Shutting the door behind you two, Kuai holds your hand and guides the way.

"Is he always like that?" He questions you before his tone gets darkly concerning. "Does he put his hands on you?"

"Not anymore. I'm too old for that." You groaned. "But I don't know his issue. He just... He's never happy."

"And that gives him the reason to treat you like your beneath him? That's not how a father treats his daughter."

You already knew that. You were just unlucky in this life. Noticing your frown, he squeezes your hand slightly.

"I'll train you to be the best cryomancer this realm has, and your father will regret treating you as he does. And I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you." The ice man promises you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fun fact: I was originally gonna make this a Raiden fic but I rarely write about the grandmasters.

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist for this ask meme: Light and Dark Metaphors Lae'zel/Shadowheart - "glow of happiness" Couldn't resist a bit of angst despite the fluffy prompt. XD Hope you enjoy, friend!

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Every bit of Shadowheart's skin feels covered in bruises. Her legs ache. Her hands ache. She's fairly sure one of her ribs is cracked, and the potion she drank before collapsing into the bedroll is taking far too long to kick in.

Her chest rises and falls, feeling the subtle weight of one of Lae'zel's wiry arms draped across her stomach. The gith lies next to her, one leg draped over Shadowheart's thigh, her angular face resting in the crook of Shadowheart's neck. Shadowheart can feel the soft, rhythmic brush of warm air against her skin every time Lae'zel exhales.

The moment feels delicate, like a soap bubble that it would be all too easy to pop. In all of their previous assignations, Lae'zel has left the tent at once as soon as they were both sated, disappearing into the darkness and acting like nothing had happened in the morning. But tonight, everything has changed.

I don't want to hurt you, Lae'zel said, cupping her hand against Shadowheart's jaw as if to soothe away the bruising left behind by their combat. I want to protect you. For you to protect me. And when they were done with the pleasure that followed the pain, she stayed in the tent, curling herself in against Shadowheart's side and staring into the dark with those brilliant catlike eyes, guarding Shadowheart from the endless night that surrounds them.

Eventually she fell asleep, but Shadowheart has stayed awake, her body aching and her mind racing. In the space of a few hours, it feels as if everything has changed. Lae'zel has driven her mad in every possible sense - but in her own strange way she was easy for Shadowheart to understand. Both of them knew exactly what they needed from each other - physical pleasure, heat, the violence of the struggle for dominance, the dreamless sleep of the exhausted solitary aftermath.

But this... this is something very different. There was gentleness in how Lae'zel touched her tonight, and gentleness in the way Shadowheart responded, and all of it feels like walking across ice threatening to crack. She does not know how to do this, and her only consolation is that Lae'zel does not either. This is untrodden ground for both of them.

She shifts her arm around Lae'zel's smaller frame. Cautiously, as if half-expecting the tent to detonate around them, she brushes her fingertips gently against the back of the gith's neck. Lae'zel stirs but does not wake, mumbling an inarticulate phrase Shadowheart does not understand. The low-level hum of the tadpole connection ripples with a feeling of drowsy contentment.

And Shadowheart smiles, feeling it tug at the bruising painting her face. A strange little glowing flame of some nearly foreign emotion is flickering in her chest. It might be happiness, it might be-- but she dares not look directly at it long enough to give it a name. All she knows is that it is something she has never felt before, something that--

"Hngghhh--" Her body spasms and she cries out as the back of her hand sparks with a sudden hot shock of pain. For a moment her vision whites out; the mark seems to have reached out to touch every nerve in her body in a sudden, stinging slap of rebuke.

"Shadowheart!"

Her vision clears. Lae'zel is up on her knees, crouched over her like a lioness over her fallen mate, a dagger in her hand. Her eyes glint subtly in the darkness. But there is no enemy for Lae'zel to strike, no attack, nothing at all... nothing except the inescapable reprisal of Shadowheart's dark goddess, burning inside her bones.

Shadowheart gasps desperately for breath as the pain begins to fade. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes and she clutches her hand to her chest, curling in on herself.

"Tsk'va," Lae'zel mutters. "She torments you again..." Her fingertips brush against Shadowheart's shoulder, an unspoken question. What can I do?

But Shadowheart shakes her head. Shar's message is clear. She treads a dangerous line accepting the comfort of Lae'zel's closeness. No - offering comfort to Lae'zel. Because of course she herself didn't want it, would never have considered straying from the path of loss and darkness for something as mundane as--

"I think you had better go," Shadowheart whispers. She imagined the words emerging cool and dismissive, as befitting an agent of Shar in this land saturated by her curse. Instead, her voice sounds small and sad. Frightened.

Lae'zel draws back. Shadowheart's night vision is sharp, and she can see every line of the gith's face convulse as the words strike home. But then her gaze flicks to the mark on Shadowheart's hand, and then she nods. Wordlessly she reaches out, the tips of her long fingers brushing feather-light over Shadowheart's lips. Then, like a shadow among shadows, she slips out of the tent into the dark.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Vampire Santino knows how to suck dick and blood. His little fangs yk yk yk >:]

Literally!! Okay, this is about to be VERY NSFW. There is no plot, let's just say.

Sources: One | Two | Three

CW: Dick biting. Yes, you heard me and I'll say it again. Dick biting!

The first time the famous Baba Yaga felt his lover's fangs brush tenderly over his cock, his mind went to some instinctual place of total, masochistic castration fear. Shit, he's going to bite my cock, that was the only thought, over and over again. Santino was nuzzling him open mouthed, licking and teasing before the act truly began. And he was splayed out under Santino, helpless, at risk of being impaled at any moment. He was all too happy to take that risk just so Santino could suck on him to his heart's content. His own heart raced with a delicious kind of terror that put all his attention on sensations. That little, cold sliver of polished bone sent him limp and lightheaded everywhere except the rock-hard limb it was caressing. He groaned, inarticulate, throwing back his head and feeling for once as if there was nothing he could do but surrender.

"Mmm...your thighs are shaking. Are you afraid of me, John? Can two tiny little teeth bring down the big bad assassin ?" And Santino took him into his mouth completely, and there were those fangs, pushing against either side of his shaft, their tips dangerously close to piercing him. John made a sound that was supposed to be words but wasn't, and restrained himself from twitching in response. One wrong move and he'd be skewered.

Santino's mouth pulled back with an obscene pop. "It won't hurt, you know. Fangs inject venom at the same time they're drawing blood. It acts on the nerves to numb pain while enhancing pleasure. That's why you came in your pants like a filthy slut last time I bit your neck," he said, and John stiffened even more at the memory. It had felt so good...he couldn't even bear to imagine how good that would feel right at the core of his pleasure.

Any rational part of his brain shut off and he found himself begging. "Please. Please, I want to try - I want - will you..."

"Words, John," Santino murmured against his cock, still nuzzling it somewhere between hunger and affection.

He swallowed, and forced them out. "Bite me."

"If you insist," and Santino's mouth went around John again, hot and sticky and taking him all the way to the throat. For a second, the fear became so intense that he felt like he was about to die for Santino, about to have a limb amputated, to be martyred. Then he felt the muscles of Santino's tongue brace against him in preparation, and he bit down, hard.

It felt impossible, like plucking the moon out of the sky just to take a bite out of it, or breathing underwater, or living after death. His dick was really being bitten into, devoured. It did not compute. Icy, unyielding shards parted the flesh and vein and he could feel them inside him. It felt like having Santino buried in his ass, pounding the sweet spot. So full. So punishing. So secure. ...So complete.

The venom just about short-circuited his brain. He couldn't see, or hear himself screaming in pleasure - although Santino never let him live that down afterwards. He thought he was going to black out, but instead he came almost instantaneously, blood mixing with semen as the two spilled down Santino's throat without stopping for what felt like eternity.

Santino dragged his way out, savoring everything, licking John clean despite the way he whined from overstimulation. He tsked. "And I barely even broke the skin."

Author's Note: I kind of think this is a good analogy for being fingered during oral... there's tongue action and then suddenly there's penetration too?? It takes things to another level ;)

[kinky-pen]

Do you have any headcanons of the hosts, both SFW and NSFW?

(2/2) ...Actually, when I mean “NSFW” Headcanons for the hosts, don’t include Honey, obviously. Have a couple of random thoughts on all the hosts. Not too much for the SFW, as I recently answered something similar, but a couple of NSFW headcanons for each of them below the cut.

SFW Headcanons

Tamaki

Finally realised he was pansexual in his final year of university, which really should've come sooner. Had a whole, elaborate coming out party, during which Kyoya just yelled inarticulately and stormed off. That's when Tamaki found out his best friend had been in love with him since middle school. (Depending on what you ship - I ship everything - that would be when Tamaki and Kyoya got together)

Haruhi

Finally gets fancy tuna in university. It wasn't the hosts who bought it for her, however, but a classmate who was incredibly thankful for the tutoring Haruhi gave them. Yes, the hosts were all incredibly upset (showing it in their own ways), and it was just a massive headache for Haruhi in general. They did admit it was stupid of them after about a week, though, and apologised.

Kyoya

Started med school in an effort to catch up to his brothers. The subsequent mental breakdown was not worth it, and he dropped out. Took the rest of the year as a gap year and then took the usual business and finance degrees when he got back from his travels. (The new septum piercing was discarded not long after he got back, however, after too many comments from the twins and Akito.

Kaoru

His fashion design degree nearly killed him. He was living on ramen (because it was convenient) and energy drinks for so long, just working on his projects day and night. The other ex-hosts had to host an intervention and make him sleep. He woke up after being dead to the world for nearly 20 hours, and everyone (except med student Kyoya) thinking he'd slipped into a coma.

Hikaru

Conversely to his brother, Hikaru spent a lot of time in university going to parties, especially those held by the chem majors (iykyk). Had a lot of fun, made a lot of friends, and dragged Kaoru with him by his hair more often than he probably should've. It was good stress relief for the both of them, though.

Mori

Very popular at university, in both senses of the word. While Mori's not the type for too many trysts and one night stands, it didn't mean he didn't have a lot of offers. Had a couple of girlfriends, and a few boyfriends, during this time.

Hani

Buckled down during university, in terms of studying, but still retained quite a few of his childish traits. Usa-chan did frequently accompany him to lectures, and was a bit of a hit with the rest of the class. In fact, Usa-chan became the class mascot not too long into first term.

NSFW Headcanons

Tamaki

Versatile. Can go from a good boy whining but taking it like a champ one minute, only to switch up and use that charisma and princely desire to pull one over on his partner (consensually, ofc) the next moment.

It may have been a joke in the beach episode, but this boy is indeed into bondage! Restraints, blindfolds, harnesses. He doesn't mind if he's tying up his partner, or if he's the one being tied up!

When subbing, he loves puppy play. He's just a good boy who needs you to tell him he's a good boy, petting him and rubbing his tummy while giving him treats for being so perfect and precious (whether in a feedist scenario or not). Kinky, stop projecting ffs

Haruhi

A switch, but does prefer topping. You've got to be the right kind of top/dom to get her to step down, basically. I feel like Haruhi's love language is mainly acts of service, with a smattering of words of affirmation, combine beautifully to make a service top who knows what she's doing.

When in full dom mode, she loves total control of her sub. They do as she says, or she'll keep them "in suspense" until they cry. Could certainly be an excellent brat tamer for the right sub, but it depends if she can be bothered to have that much attitude aimed at her. I mainly see the brat tamer dynamic working for HikaHaru, rather than any other ships, though.

Wants to hear her partner come undone, but is happy to use a gag on them if they whimper loud enough for her to hear. Actually kind of enjoys the challenge of trying to make them so loud that the gag doesn't do much of anything.

Kyoya

Kyoya is a sub, a bottom (because they are not mutually exclusive) and a pillow prince, I'll take no criticism at this time, thank you. He just melts in so many kink scenarios where he's told what to do, from being pampered to being tortured. He'll try topping for the right person, if they really wanted him to, but it's much more likely that you'll have a surprisingly needy brat on your hands.

Blindfold him and tell him he's pretty. Worship him with your voice and hands, and make him feel like he's the most precious thing in the world. He'll start crying, I promise, and then you'll get to see cute tearstains on that lovely blindfold. (He loves the feeling of support while being so incredibly vulnerable, it's not something he's had much of before)

He's either so silent when he cums that some partners would barely notice (and proceed to just overstimulate him to the point of multiple orgasms - but he loves that), or the loudest goddamn sub ever. The quietest whimper, or the loudest fucking screaming and begging to cum, absolutely no in-between.

Kaoru

Surprisingly, prefers topping. His act with Hikaru had him as a power bottom (thank you ohshc manga for spelling that out plain as day). I highly doubt he'd want a sub dynamic with someone he actually wants a relationship with (whether romantic or purely sexual), as it'd just make him think of hosting with his brother (ew!)

Though, this boy is still a Hitachiin. Loves humiliation. Will be using your kinks against his partner in order to embarrass them (again, consensually). Think comments like "wow, can't you keep it together? We're practically in public", while doing everything he can to push his partner's buttons.

Kaoru will lick his partner dry when they're done, cleaning them up with nothing but his tongue. As long as he has time on his hands, at least. It's a talented tongue, and half the time it just starts another round off again. How bad, what a shame /s.

Hikaru

Says he's a top, but actually is a bratty power bottom (how the turn tables). He wants to be fucked hard, and if it's not to his liking then he will let his partner know. Teasing, jeering, everything. Loves making whoever he's with pissed off while their fucking him. It just makes it rougher, even more passionate, and he just wants his brains fucked out of his pretty little head.

Bullying kink. Some slight bimbo/stupification leanings, honestly. Wants someone to talk down to him like he's just too stupid to function. They'll get something sharp and snarled in response, but his eyes and erection are begging them to keep pushing. Call him every name under the sun, shove him around, step on his crotch. He'll fight it, duh, but it gets to the point where he's just too turned on and needy to continue, and then he can be fucked to his partner's content.

Wants multiple orgasms (most of the time), and what he wants, he gets. If his partner doesn't get him off enough times before stopping, he will just touch himself until he gets another one or two in. If his dom can't stop him first, that is.

Mori

Service top, gentle dom. If his partner wants him to be any degree of mean, there's going to be a lot of trial and error, as well as a lot of talking about it before hand. It's going to take a while to build up to Mori using his massive strength and such on his partner (but it'll be worth it when he gets there, trust me)

No restraints but his hands and weight. Well, maybe on request, but he wants to pin his partner down himself, using those big hands to pin their wrists, pressing his weight down on them so he can feel every buck and shudder. Why should he let some metal and scraps of fabric do what he takes pleasure in?

His voice goes so deep when he's on the edge of an orgasm, encouraging his partner to just keep going, so good, feels so nice. Deep and breathy, all at once. A quiet guy, but so pretty to hear. He also likes his partner being loud about their own pleasure, does like to try and make them beg a little. He just wants to know they're having a great time.

[odinsblog]

“Jann Wenner, the founder of Rolling Stone magazine, has now found himself in hotdog water after an interview with New York Times writer David Marchese, where he revealed that the reason he did not include Black or female artists in his book is because they were not in his ‘zeitgeist,’ and he did not feel that female artists were ‘articulate enough on this intellectual level.’”

Jann Wenner is extremely inarticulate himself, but has been the gatekeeper of such things as who is or is not articulate enough for quoting or admiring for their contributions to Rock & Roll — a genre of music CREATED by Black people. And since he failed to mention any, lest we forget, people can be both Black and women simultaneously. (TERFs dni)

And just for clarity: Wenner exhibited the racism, sexism and tokenism that has probably held back many talented people throughout his very long career of picking winners and losers, and deciding who gets rewarded and who doesn’t in the music industry.

And one last thing: while I give the audio interviewer partial credit — not full credit — for pressing Wenner on his sexism and racism, I am imploring white people to unambiguously name and call things for what they really and truly are, in the moment.

PLEASE STOP CODDLING RACISTS AND MISOGYNISTS.

Coddling white fragility is not helpful, it’s harmful.

Unambiguously calling out racism is helpful, not harmful.

SN: Obviously the same goes for all the other isms too (Islamophobia, antisemitism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. etc.)

Don’t let members of the oppressor class trick you into thinking that call-out culture (aka, accountability) is a bad thing. It’s not.

Racist gatekeepers need to be embarrassed and called out. On a regular basis. When they’re young, people want to excuse their racism because of their youth. And then when they are old, people excuse their racism because, “Well that’s just the way they grew up,” and before you know it, some racist misogynistic asshole has lived their entire life without anyone ever seriously telling them that they’re racist. AND THEN we wonder why nothing is changing!

Instead of being concerned with hurting the feelings of a racist, maybe try being more concerned with the people who their racism will inevitably harm. Let’s try more of that please.

👉🏿 https://thehub.news/old-white-guy-hates-black-music-that-made-him-rich/

[emsgwenstan]

bitterness and lipstick

larissa weems x reader (fluff)

summary: mortica is a bitch to say it bluntly, you and Larissa are married and put on a show for Mrs Addams more specifically. gomez is a poor bystander in the mess.

warnings: implied smut towards the end but not directly mentioned. just you giving tish a little of her own medicine.

You are resting alone in your shard bed scrolling on your phone, passing time until you need to get ready for duties and classes, Larissa already left to work in her adjoining office 2 hours ago, you hadn’t gone in to check on her or give her a routine kiss on the cheek and lips like usual, because you knew she had a very busy schedule today.

Last night You and Larissa had spoken about what she had on today and she was particularly nervous for the Addams’s arrival again, something to do with ways for Wednesday to have a positive behaviour change without making her feel like she’s trapped in a penitentiary, so she has no want to escape all the time. Of course you coaxed her into feeling less anxious to have a fitful sleep. however Larissa woke at 4am to start getting ready. you lay in bed watching her flit from closet, to vanity, to mirror, to the edge of the bed, only the walking robe and vanity illuminating little light to the large room. while she quietly mumbles to herself after hitting her knees and elbows on things because she can’t see, you rolled over to turn on a lamp by your side when she turned to you wide eyed. “darling I woke you I’m so sorry- I” she spoke, “no honey it’s fine. though you do realize you still have like three hours before you even need to get up.” You said sleepily. She checked her watch and slumped back into the bed flopping backward onto your lap, her long waves spilling all over the the covers.

Just lying there for a while running your fingers through her hair and lightly scratching her scalp her breathing became more regular as her heart slowed from racing. Your head was propped in your hand with your elbow securing you watching Larissa in a love filled gaze, moments like these are so domestic, so raw and wholesome and forever cherished. She broke the silence, “your staring, I can feel your eye’s penetrating me.” She smugly spoke, her eyes peeked open than closed again with a small smirk playing on her lips. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to observe my beautiful, beloved wife- but oh well than I’ll just stop and go back to sleep since she woke me up…” you playfully nudging her off your thighs and rolled over covering yourself in the blankets, closing your eyes in mock sleep. “No I didn’t say stop, darling..” she was sitting on her knees shaking your shoulders, “my darling no don’t… I- please!” Larissa was half yelling, you gave in and tossed back the covers giggling like love drunk teenagers, letting Larissa fully engulf you, she lay her whole body on top of yours as if it were impossible for you to move from her entrapment.

“I love you my beautiful, gorgeous, darling.” She muttered into the space just below your ear. “And I you my dearest Ma chérie.” You softly spoke readjusting you head to kiss her nose than her forehead, eyelids, cheekbones and finally her lips, both feeling each other smiling into the kiss.

When it was time for Larissa to actually start getting ready you dragged her to the vanity and sat her on the stool taking her brush and starting the process of her daily up-do. Just as she was about to leave when she tucks her laptop under her arm and leans down slightly to give you her routine goodbye/see you soon kiss, and off she went to the next room.

Which brings you to the present, dragging yourself off the bed and traipsing to the bathroom, but before you made it there you could hear voices coming from Larissa’s office, obviously knowing who was in there, just her voice made your eyes roll, mortica and her ridiculous condescending voice and unfortunately inarticulate husband are both in the presence of your poor wife. Leaning close to the door to hear more of the conversation. “Yes we’ll Wednesday can be very fickle, as I'm sure you are aware, but I believe it’s nothing you cant handle Larissa…mhmm? if only you had help. I’m sure it gets very lonely for you, yes?” Said mortica. Your eyes snapped wide, full of rage. How could she say that to someone-anyone? Be so cruel in the most pathetic way? No one- no one speaks to your wife that way and gets away with it. “I don’t believe you’ve come all this way to talk about me Mrs Addams.” Larissa replied, knowing she hates the way she revokes first name basses, you slightly smirked knowing how she would have looked like when she said it. “No I don’t believe we did, but tell me how long has it been 10-15 years since you were with someone?” You could hear and just about feel the smugness dripping from her voice.

You had met the Addams’s before at a school reunion about 7 or so years back when just being apart of the staff to help host and instantly hatted the vile woman who’s only goal in life was to exert ‘power and superiority’ to others, but in a malicious manner. At that stage you and Larissa had been very close friends and that was the day you admitted to her that you liked her, a lot. *Larissa was shut down and ridiculed by mortica for choosing to continue her life at nevermore instead of leaving, you still remember the exact feelings of that moment, watching the conversation from afar and viewing Larissa’s face only to see her slip from the room with her head hung low. She went to the highest tower in the school where she usually went to be alone apart from her classroom, you knew that from seeing her in passing, she was sitting on the edge of the window looking at the stars with tears silently streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, that was very nasty.” You stated. She was startled and quickly wiped her face. “I can’t believe you saw that.” Larissa whispered. I stepped closer and grasped her face. “I haven’t a clue as to why she would be so harsh and vicious, I’ve never met such a mean woman. All I know is that I couldn’t ever be so inhumane to you… not when you are the soul reason to my happiness.” you said the last part as if it were a secret. Her face contorted to questioning, almost as if she we’re putting the puzzle together in her head. “Y-you? I… what?” You took a deep breath ready for rejection but it was worth it letting her know that she’s worthy and enough. “You Larissa Weems are the reason I get out of bed in the mornings, and have a smile on my face when I see you, because… Because I love you. With all my heart. I know you don’t feel the same but you need to be aware that there will always be someone who wants you, who respects, cares and loves you for all that you are and all that you do.” Larissa abruptly stood up grabbed your neck pulling you to her and kissed you so hard you were breathless once she pulled away*. Two years later you we’re married happily and making your ways up the ranks within to school together.

Coming up with the most brilliant idea of your existence or so you thought, you spun around and headed to the vanity, merrily plucking out Larissa's lipstick and applying it to your lips and kissing the back of your hand stamping the pigment on your neck, jaw, cheeks and corners of your mouth wiping away the the red from your hand and own lips. Back at the door waiting for yet another backhanded comment towards Larissa, it was your queue when mortica spoke again. “You know I think you and Gomez’s brother are a match, such a flattering man. What do you think Gomez?” Larissa convulsed on the spot. You opened the door wearing one of her sweaters and underwear. “Honey do you know where I put my- oh sorry I didn’t realize you had company.” You said, Larissa’s face was full of shock until she understood that this was a show, a show just for her. Larissa blushed and smirked at you, almost proud of the way your behaving. “I apologies, morning sweetheart… mrs Addams.” Dismissing Gomez all together, Mortica was dumfounded, her mouth hung agape and eyes wide, Mr Addams leaned toward his wife “I remember her.” He said finally catching up to the unraveling scene, mortica glared over her shoulder and gave him the look, he retracted immediately. You tossed a grin toward Larissa and retreated back into your bedroom.

Larissa sat still watching the closed door with a smile before returning to the conversation at hand. “So you were saying?” She spoke with her infamous head tilt and mock concern. You went back to the bathroom put on a full face of makeup taken off all the lipstick and put on a tight yet professional three-quarter-length sleeve black dress that ended at the knee, it hugged all the right places and accentuated Larissa’s most favorite parts, choosing black on behalf of showing up mortica and knowing you pull it off better. your hair pulled out of your face and your feet adorned with a pair of heels that are considerably high, you usually only wore for formal occasions, your not much shorter than Larissa, so the heels made you almost as tall as her, if you were going to do this you were going all the way. Lastly you put on one of Larissa’s gold chain’s, your bracelets and earrings before getting the Finishing touch, you engagement and wedding rings.

Waltzing back into the room you locked eyes with your beloved once more and stood at her side, laying your left hand on her shoulder. Morticas gaze went from the two of you to your hand, looking at the generously sized diamond and band, you could almost see a twitch to her eye. Larissa fully supporting this rouse she lifted her left hand, readjusted her necklace pendant with the diamond matching the one fixed on your finger and made out to absentmindedly stroke your own hand, morticas jaw clenched and eyes hardened at the sight of the matching wedding band and forced a smile, you had to stifle a laugh side eyeing Larissa, she merely took pleasure from the woman in front of her. “Well, I think we have a plan.” Larissa started, waiting for mortica’s acknowledgement but nothing. My my the mortica Addams rendered silent? No, could it be? And evil chuckle threatening to vibrate from your chest but never made it out. “Mrs addams are you quite alright? You look unfavorably… ill.” You said. “I…I-uhh no I’m fine. Does she have to be here while we are talking about our daughter?” She managed to ask Larissa, she raised her brows in disbelief, “who my wife? Well it’s just as much business of hers it is mine, considering she’s the deputy principal and one of your daughters teachers.” At this point mortica sat back in her chair and let out a huff in defeat.

After back and forth banter it was time to bid them farewell, to get rid of that horrid woman. They all stood in unison and shook hands as if closing a deal, Gomez first than mortica. “Always a pleasure mortica.” You said, and in return as an attempt to make you jealous? Revolted Maybe- she grabbed her husband and kissed him rather disgustingly, you and Larissa gave each other a look of ‘eww gross’. once the two stopped sucking each others faces off you turned to Larissa “well then, I have to go, I have a class in 10 minutes, but I’ll be seeing you… later.” You leaned in and gave her the most mind blowing kiss that she will for the rest of the day be thinking about. Pulling away you realised her lipstick was slightly smudged, but fixed it with your thumb before biting your bottom lip and turning to head to the door, before you left her reach she grasped your wrist and pulled you back flush to her front with a deadly look in her eye, she snaked her hand around your waist letting it rest on the small of your back leaning in whilst maintaining eye contact with mortica and whispering “thank you for your little game my love, it was greatly appreciated. Just know I’ll be returning the favour, what was it?….. later?” Larissa tore her eyes away from mortica and smirked at you. “But of course, daring.” You retorted. Sliding out into the hallway you took one last quick look at them all, having a monotone expression for Gomez, a disgusted look plus an up and down scan of mortica and finally an award winning smile for your darling wife.

You are in for a very lively and interesting night.

[fiercene0n]

Did you think Five was ooc?

The only thing I feel ooc for five is the moment with the CIA and the fact that he didn't pay attention to his boss, who is also a member of the keepers. we don't know in what period he was recruited to them maybe just at the moment when the family went on the roadtrip, or earlier, it's not explained. (This may be lazy and stupid, but I can guess that Five didn't take the CIA seriously as a Commission, just as a weird hobby to distract himself from the fact that his life is really empty and he doesn't know what to do with it in peacetime).

I assumed he would try to separate himself from his family (I understand he's loyal to them and loves them, but everyone ended up splitting up at the end of season 3 and it feels like no one gave a shit about each other in the new timeline), but I didn't expect it to happen under these circumstances and so quickly/unreasonably. The last 2 episodes feel so fast and inarticulate due to trying to cram everything in, no wonder by the end the viewer can't get into the character arcs. I blame Netflix for this, I hate them.

His development can't be called the best or good, but I don't think it's terrible like many do. To me his story arc was +- in character. Maybe I missed more of his thoughts about what had happened to him in the meantime and what he was going to do about it, but as plot showed, Five wasn't the kind of guy who'd think about himself for very long. I know it could have been better, but I'm not the creator, I'm just a viewer with my opinion. If someone can come up with a better fix of his character cool, but I'm fine with what I have.

[anjelicawrites]

They went together, one afternoon you had a PDA meeting: they wanted to surprise you!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Warnings: piercings, mention of Aemond's disfiguring and chronic pain, nipple biting and sucking. dry humping.

Aemond had done painstakingly deep researches about the topic, researched all the piercings shops in town and bought everything he was going to need for aftercare. He had told himself he was just satiating the curiosity Osferth's words had ignited in him: he didn't need his nipples pierced. The idea was nice, and he would look hot, him simply researching meant nothing.

Osferth can't truly respond when Aemond asks to accompany him to his appointment; he can only make an inarticulate sound, Aemond has been fucking him nice and slow and deep for what it felt like hours, his hand a vice around Osferth's cock, and the latter was barely coherent at this point. After, when they are cuddling under the soft sheets, Osferth gently pinches Aemond's left nipple, making sure it is nice and pebbled.

"They will look so pretty, always protruding, begging to be sucked and played with." He says. "How we'll keep our hands of your chest is going to be a feat."

Against his thigh Aemond's cock twitches.

"Do you like the idea? Having your chest at our disposal all the time?"

There's a darkness in Osferth's tone that makes Aemond tired body tremble.

"Kessa. Yes." He moans.

The girls at the piercing shop are very welcoming, they show them the secluded area where they will work on Aemond's nipples and the sterile materials they're going to use. Once Aemond is sitting on the chair, Osferth perches himself on the stool one of the girls has put next to it.

"Are you still sure you want them done at the same time?" He asks. "Yes." "It's going to hurt."

Aemond smiles at that: all his life he has weighted all the suffering he has been through against having his neuritis flares. Nothing has ever been as bad, this? Piece of cake.

Osferth takes his hand and puts his forehead against his temple as the two piercers finish setting up all the materials. Aemond's body arches at the double pain; it's a flash that steals his breath away and makes him clench his hand around Osferth's; it's only a moment, then he relaxes back into the chair, not even noticing the tears streaming down his face.

"Between four to even twelve month?" You ask.

You're back from another hellish PTA meeting, you haven't even manage to change into something more comfortable that your loves drag you to the bedroom, to show you Aemond's chest. His nipples are both swollen, not overly so but enough to be felt and bright pink against the metal of the long barbells.

"Will you help me clean them, Gevie?" Aemond asks you. "Of course I will."

How are you supposed to keep his delicious chest alone for twelve months? He looks ripe for the taking!

Aemond can clean his piercings using the saline solution the piercers have sold him, he can soak the sterile gauze in it, when the swelling becomes too much and his nipples feel so warm; why should he do that on his own, when he has you and Osferth?

He's always had sensitive nipples, so much so you and Osferth have been able to make him come by nipple play only. He also knows that the piercings don't add on his sensitivity level, yet he feels the damp cotton swab more than he should: perhaps it's the swollen skin, but how is he supposed to justify the erection between his legs? He can barely stand still, Osferth is painstakingly cleaning his right nub, the black gloves on his hands only enhancing how long his fingers are, you're kneeling in front of him, sucking him off slowly, leisurely, licking his cock like you would a lollipop.

"Kostilus, please." He moans. "Be good, we need to make sure you don't get an infection." Osferth drawls in his ear. "How do you expect me to manage my oral fixation, now that I can't suck on your nipples?" You ask with your lips on his cockhead. "Let me finish here without coming and then we'll fuck you tight arse as a reward." Osferth tells him. "If you can't manage we'll have to put your cock in a cage for how long?" You ask, menacingly. "Uhm, let's say a couple of weeks? It should take that long for the trickiest part of the healing process to finish." Osferth murmurs against his throat.

Aemond has to force himself to breath slowly: he can't concentrate on his nipples, Osferth's slow motions only add to his desire, and your mouth! The best he's ever had is drawing him mad!

"Kostilus kesan sagon sȳz, please I'll be good." He moans. "Such a good boy." You murmur, before starting torturing his cock again.

Even when alone, cleaning his fresh piercings has his cock stand up ready to go, and he forces himself to wait for either of you, who will fuck him with your hands grabbing his pecs, making sure his healing nubs stand out, without actually touching them. Tease! Tease! Tease that you two are!

He has to wear looser shirts at work, under his suit jacket, yet he feels his nipples rub against the soft cotton, almost raw, and it becomes worse and worse, the more they heal: he needs, desperately, to have his chest played with, to feel your teeth and Osferth's pull and play with the barbells and the sensitive nipples. He's missed having your mouths and tongues play with them; you two teasing him don't help with his impatience to feel you two, finally, where he needs you two the most!

He might be just lucky, or perhaps is the blood of the dragon, either way he pops back to the piercing shop a little after four months, and the two piercers give him the thumbs up to change the barbells with rings, and to start having his chest played with, within reason. As he drives home a devious idea forms in his mind and he rushes to one of the alternative shops you usually go: all he needs he'll find there!

You arrive home at the same time Osferth does, which is a rarity. Even rarer is seeing Aemond's posh Mercedes already parked: he usually he's the one who arrives the latest at home.

"Aemond?" You call from the doorway. "Is everything OK?"

Silence is your only answer. On instinct Osferth puts himself in front of you: the door was locked, no signs of forced entry and the dogs are quiet (Santanico the cat is also), then why Aemond isn't answering?

Slowly he walks towards the living room, keeping you behind himself, ready to push you away from any form of danger; neither of you expect to see the spectacle right in front of your eyes: Aemond lounging on one of the armchairs, his long legs clad in tight leather trousers, spread wide, almost inviting you two to kneel between them. He is wearing a long sleeved, laced top that leaves nothing to the imagination; the intricate design only enhances the definition of his muscles and the delicious happy trail you and Osferth have kissed too many times to count. Next to you, you hear Osferth inhale and you follow his line of sight, to the two rings now adorning Aemond's nipples.

"Welcome back." He says, nonchalant, as if he's not lounging like a whore ready for the taking. "See something you like?"

Your bag falls on the floor, you're deaf to all the sounds around you, your mind focusing only on the delicious way the top moves on Aemond's perfect skin.

"You can... we can..." You say, at a loss for words. "Green light, but we need to go slow." He smirks.

In the distance you hear Osferth join you on the floor between Aemond's long legs. You see his hand reach for one nipple, his long fingers gently pinch it, Aemond's choked moan flies directly to your cunt.

"No weights, yet ah!" He moans when your index finger caresses his other nipple. "And, and... please! You can pull on them, just gently."

From where you're positioned, you can see the erection growing and pushing against the tight leather of his pants and you growl your hunger for him.

Gently you curl your lips around his nipple, and suck slowly, taking your time before you let your teeth pull tentatively at the ring; under you Aemond's back arches, a long moan rumbles when you keep teasing and pulling, your teeth gently biting the reddened areola.

"Need.. this off." He moans, trying to remove the lacy top. "Not yet."

You've forgotten about Osferth, whose fingers are still pinching the other nipple.

"It's itchy!" "You look too hot in it. Be good."

You hear Aemond's long moan of pleasure when Osferth's teeth latch on his other ring, to pull cautiously; against your tight you can feel Aemond's hips move, his cock swell into full hardness and you push against it, enhancing the friction.

Your mouth isn't idle either, you busy yourself with chasing Aemond's taste through the lacy shirt, sucking more boldly when high pitched moans leave his shapely lips.

"Iksan jāre naejot... Iksan jāre naejot! I'm going to... I'm going to!" He shouts, desperate.

You and Osferth redouble your efforts: sucking, pulling and biting, the lace drenched with your combined spits only adds to the constant teasing of his nipples; Aemond's body follows your combined lead blindly, his hips fucking your tight without control, too lost in the pleasure exploding in his chest. He babbles and trashes under your bodies, his orgasm so close it burns down his body to his trapped erection, his spine a perfect arch of desperation, it tenses and tenses, until he comes, his body limp under yours.

Osferth is lazily sucking on one nipple, enjoying the aftershock buzzing though Aemond's body; he can't help but smirk when he hears your voice.

"Again." You growl. "We need to make up for lost time."

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[becca-e-barnes]

I've been really caught up in the thought of gentler, intimate sex recently and the thought of it almost slipping into body worship. I write a lot about men appreciating a feminine body but there's something so lovely in slowing down and truly taking time to appreciate the man you're being intimate with.

I think it’d so grounding to have slow, passionate sex with dbf!bucky.  The type where even the pleasure of sex and mutual orgasms comes second to the pleasure of just feeling him.

Because I think being on top, almost just cockwarming him while you steal pleasure from the gentlest touches would be so rewarding.  His dick inside you has you feeling pleasantly full but for now, you’ve parked all thoughts of paying it any attention.

Instead, your fingers glide through his hair, parting it with very little resistance.  He’d let it get slightly longer recently but it suits him well, as do the few greys scattered through the roots.  It feels soft and with each little graze of your fingernails against his scalp, he groans quietly, his hips rising slightly off the bed to press himself impossibly deeper inside you.

He thrives off touch and that’s all you want to give him.  You want to touch him and never stop but as you tear your focus away from his hair, you let your hands wander lower.  Your fingertips drift over his cheeks, the light dusting of stubble feels coarse under your touch but it’s certainly not unpleasant.  Meeting his gaze makes your chest ache because you wonder how often the beautiful man under you sees himself the way you do.

He links his hands in yours, slotting your fingers together before bringing one of yours to his lips and kissing across your knuckles.  You didn’t expect this tenderness but God, you need it, almost as much as he does.

“You’re beautiful.”  No matter how many times you tell him, it never feels right. It's not the word you're looking for but saying nothing would feel like more of a crime than being inarticulate.  

He chuckles quietly to himself and doesn’t say much, watching as you grind your hips, seemingly desperate to remind yourself of the fact his length has found a home in your body.

“You feel perfect.”  Your voice is shaky, rational thought consumed by the feeling of pleasure thrumming through your veins once more.  Your soft, wet cunt glides down on his length like you were made to fit together like this.

His strong hands land on your hips, guiding your rhythm, keeping you moving nice and slowly.  In the meantime, your hands drift from his bare shoulders, down to the expanse of his chest.  Your fingertips tease the tiny, soft curls of hair across the breadth of his chest but you’re entirely consumed by the heat of his body.  He’s so warm and it’s a very pleasant reminder that you really are here with him. You have all the time in the world. 

Reaching the centre of his chest, you feel the gentle thumping of his heart under the flat palm of your hand and for a moment, it all just feels so real.  There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right there in the room you share.

“Baby…” He groans, his voice low, arching his hips off the bed to fuck himself into you because you’ve been so distracted, you let your mind wander.

Fuck, that feels good.  The tip of his dick nudges perfectly against your sweet spot, right where you need it and you feel yourself flutter in response.

“Good girl, just hold still. That's it. Good girl.”  You do as you’re told, letting him thrust into you from below, losing himself in a way that you only want to encourage because it feels incredible for you too.

Your fingertips desperately try to dig into his chest and you notice how his skin dimples under your frantic touch.  Every one of your thoughts are about this man in that moment.  Nothing else crosses your mind and nothing else matters.  You’re consumed by the smell of his aftershave, the heat of his body and the glide of his cock in and out of you.

“Touch yourself.”  He encourages, his teeth gritted, holding back for your sake.  He’d usually take the opportunity to touch you himself but this time he needs you to do it and you’re more than happy to.  “Please, fuck, I’m so close.”

Hearing him broken like that makes you wetter than you thought possible.  He’s always so stoic.  He never loses control.  He’s calm and reserved and admired for his composure but not when he’s inside you.  You’re the only person who gets to hear how he sounds when his self-control slips away and it’s beyond rewarding.

Your fingers circle your own clit, rubbing yourself while Bucky continues to thrust up into you. He's so close to losing it. He's hanging on by a thread, promising to fill you, to stuff you full and make you a mother.

He knows you far too well and you're cumming within a few minutes, mindlessly riding out your orgasm on his dick. His need comes second for just a moment, pleasure making your body tighten and throb around his.

You vaguely register that he's cumming too, shortly after you do. You feel his hips stutter and then the telltale pulses of his cum into your body. He groans, holding your trembling thighs to keep you in place until he's given you everything he can.

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ironstrange

body swap

😇

(The obvious place to go with this is their respective chronic pain, but… I didn’t feel like writing about pain. I don’t know where it went, but for this drabble no one is hurting! *handwave*)

Stephen knows immediately on waking that he’s not in his own body. You become very aware of how your body feels when astral projection is a habit. He climbs out of bed, grateful he’s wearing pajama pants, and goes to a mirror to see Tony Stark looking back at him. Stark’s body, anyway. 

“Boss,” FRIDAY says at that moment, “you have a call from Doctor Strange.”

Oh, good. “Put him through.”

“Strange, you are way more ripped than I expected under those robes,” Stark says in Stephen’s voice. 

Stephen sighs. “You couldn’t have respected my privacy?”

“Come on, I woke up and needed to piss! Are you going to tell me you didn’t look?”

“I haven’t taken your pants off,” Stephen says dryly. 

Stark scoffs. “Don’t be a prude, Strange. I put work into that body, it deserves to be admired.”

Stephen takes another look in the mirror. It is a very nice body. “I’m surprised you’re not more concerned with getting back into it.” One hand drifts down to his waistband. Stark looked. 

“Eh, you go through enough of this shit, your panic response just turns off,” Stark says. Stephen wavers, half listening, and then pulls the pants away from his body. “No one’s trying to kill me, I knew who to call, we’ll figure out the rest.”

Looking down, Stephen’s mouth goes dry. Fuck. “You should come over,” he says, still looking. Abruptly, he jerks his head up, letting the pajama pants snap back against his body. “So we can figure things out,” he explains, face blazing. Thank the Vishanti Stark can’t see him.

“Be there in a few,” Stark agrees. His voice drops into a teasing range. “And maybe I can give you a proper introduction to that body.”

An inarticulate noise escapes Stephen.

Stark just laughs.

[rederiswrites]

Not That Kind of Abomination

General Audiences, 1,623 words

In the first moments Arden Mercar saw Lucanis Dellamorte, he wasn't thinking about abominations. He wasn't thinking of the stories, the campfire tales of their destruction, their mindless rage. He wasn't thinking about danger, or even the very real possibility of his own imminent death. He wasn't really thinking anything at all, save the inarticulate feeling that this was the most beautiful, the most exquisitely deadly, creature he'd ever seen. His movements were perfect, his steps almost too fast to follow. The assassin shimmered purple in the wavering underwater light, flowing from one death to the next.

“Rook. Rook!” Harding hissed at him, jabbing him in the side with her bow. “Rook, he’s possessed.”

“Oh, shit,” said Arden.

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