#i want more time to do the things i liiiiike

[angelpuns]

Laying in bed thinking about all the secret lore of the Lil Hater Au and dreading work tomorrow hahaaaaa

[suzukiblu]

So liiiiike . . . no promises about updating every day of the month again, BUT: Day one of "Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it" behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Naw, man, can’t happen if I’ve got you all wrapped up,” he murmurs maybe a little bit more breathlessly, feeling all warm and liquid and heavy, finding a way to settle in a little more heavy, and Bernard muffles a moan into his collarbone. Kon puts a little hitch in the next roll of his hips, just to change up the way their cocks grind together a bit–keep interesting for the guy–and flexes and ripples the TTK grip he’s got around Bernard’s cock and rubs that one little point of pressure in across his taint again, and then splits it up into multiple little points and rubs and taps in across it instead, and back across his hole too. Bernard curses. Loudly. Tim makes an approving little noise. 

Kon bites his lip and feels warm all the way through. 

Really, really warm. 

“Jesus, your cock is so distracting,” Bernard groans, rocking his hips up harder against his, and Kon shudders and presses down as close as he can get. “Ahhhhh god, that does not help, Jesus, I really wanna do something about that gorgeous fucking monster of yours. God, this is what I get for not being a meta or an alien or something, huh, my bad there, my own damn fault.” 

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” Kon mumbles maybe a little bit blurrily, nuzzling into the other’s neck and shoulder again and letting his TTK just press in tight around him, just for a second or two. It just feels–Bernard feels good. Making Bernard feel good feels good. “I’d stick it in you if I could, you could do whatever you wanted with it. Promise I’d last longer doing it that way, last as long as you wanted.” 

“Christ fucking hell and–” Bernard starts just as Kon strokes up inside him with his TTK, just feeling him out a little, and then throws his head back with a choked gasp instead. “HELL.”

Kon licks his lips; tries to concentrate. Tries to remember all the little ways Bernard had treated him, both when he’d had his fingers and when he’d had his dick in him, and tries to match that pressure and rhythm and just–touch, he guesses. He really doesn’t have to work him open for it, so . . . 

Though he can still feel Bernard reflexively trying to clench down around his TTK either way, which is . . . definitely a thing to feel, fuck. 

“Tim, you fucking asshole!” Bernard half-sputters and half-chokes, throwing an arm across his eyes and squirming between the mattress and Kon’s TTK and–

“So he can, then?” Tim asks mildly as the camera goes off a few more times. 

“OBVIOUSLY, YES,” Bernard yells at him, digging the fingers of one hand in against Kon’s back and fisting the other in on itself, and Kon just–has a thought, real quick and brief, and then reinforces the mattress underneath them to keep it from compressing, and then drags a long, slow stroke of telekinetic pressure up Bernard’s body to pin him flat against it. It doesn’t give at all, and obviously neither does his body, and Bernard makes a strangled groan of a noise and smacks his fist against the bed over his head. It doesn’t give there either, and Kon just–grabs Bernard’s wrist, and pins his arm down and weighs him down, and Bernard’s next strangled noise cracks into a keen. 

“Oh,” Tim says, sounding a little impressed. “Good idea, pet. You’re always so creative.” 

Kon feels way past warm right now.

[pop-punklouis]

wanted to ask your opinion on the chappel roan tiktoks she made the other day about fame and boundaries. i know a lot of people are siding with her, but i just feel like she could've been nicer about what she said...? i get that she had this crazy rise in fame the past few months. and i dont know how i would respond to that change, but to be upset bc fans want to take photos with you and to be so rude about it bc you're on "your time" just???. idk i feel like im in the minority here

i think you're missing the entire point of her message, babe. you're choosing to focus on the "taking pictures with fans" part of her rant instead of what she was really talking about, which is the harassments and objectifications she's been the victim of due to this meteoric rise to fame. she was not saying you couldn't come up and ask her for a photo. she was saying, if she told a fan "no" that some fans have immediately called her rude and tried to start an agenda about her being ungrateful and harsh in person. she was never talking about nice fan interactions. she was most definitely talking about every other interaction she's gotten that has been. inhumane

regardless, why should she be nicer about... anything... she was talking about? i'm tired of the parasocial and chronically online dictating how celebrities must react to fame and to their fans. harassment, stalking, manipulation, condescension.... these do not have to be synonymous with fame because hey! people don't have to treat other human beings like they're caged animals in a zoo! because they! signed up for this lifestyle! those aren't normal things and no one should expect someone to just. adapt to those things like it is. she can be as mean as she wants, dude. i don't blame her

why are people stalking her family? why are people pushing her boundaries? why are people pretending like her very valid and raw critique of how she's been treated since she went uber-viral are actually her "showing her true colors" and being "unappreciative" for what she chose to do for a living? like she stated in her videos, you don't know her. she doesn't know you. it is not normal to pretend like you do and to interact with her like you do. tiktok has made this parasocial relationship with celebrities worse than i ever could've imagined and we are seeing the darker side of it with chappel roan right now because she is being vocal about it. it's overwhelming. it's very abnormal. and it should be discussed more.

these people don't owe you anything. it's one thing to be ungrateful for what fans have given you. its another thing to feel like you are living in a fish bowl because people are treating you like a commodity instead of a living, breathing human being. i'm all for more celebrities drawing a harsh line in the sand when it comes to their personal life and their public persona. you are not obligated to their time no matter how much you feel you are. i cannot imagine becoming a practical overnight-sensation like she has the past summer. i would go absolutely insane on day three. so, why don't people turn on their dome piece and think for two seconds about how irrational and brainless it is to be upset that she "could've said :( things nicer :(" and she needs to be "more :( grateful :( otherwise :( she's not cut out :( for fame :(" liiiiike. no perhaps its you that needs to reevaluate how you treat other human beings depending on if they have the label "celebrity" over their head and go from there!

because what she said is something that's needed to be said for a long, long time regarding celebrity culture i just hate it's happening to her on such a scale that she needed to say it at all.

[ghulehunknown]

Can I ask for papas seeing their s/o jealous for the first time? (Let's say they were married/in relationship for years and somehow papas never 👀 jealous s/o)

Sure thing, I’ll do my best! I decided to write both sides of the jealousy coin.

Papa Headcanons - Jealousy

(Rated PG-13; mild NSFW)

Primo

Reacting to you feeling jealous:

Would immediately assure you that you have nothing to worry about (though he is hiding a slight sense of ego, afterall it’s quite flattering that you’d be jealous of someone else that might want him)

Asks what the root of the issue is - it can’t just be jealousy, can it? You wind up telling him about your childhood trauma and where this all stems from

He nods patiently and assures you that you’re in a safe space; he’s a judgment free zone

A very therapeutic conversation, actually and you leave feeling better than before

Feeling or showing he’s jealous:

He doesn’t react much; he’s too old to play games and if you are sneaking around on him he’ll eventually find out, but he trusts you

Very calm

Asks you questions about the situation to get a better understanding before jumping to conclusions

Does not treat you any differently TBH

Secondo

Reacting to you feeling jealous:

Approaches it logically; he knows this is bound to happen in any long term relationship but you’ll face it together head on

Presents the facts to you and lets you decide on your own from there; he won’t try overly hard to convince you of something when there is evidence in front of you to see you have no reason to be jealous

Tells you all the reasons he loves you

Feeling or showing he’s jealous:

Has a twinge of internal struggle

Ultimately he knows logically you do not belong to him, and therefore can do whatever you like - so there is no need for him to worry

However if you are doing something behind his back he won’t hesitate to leave and cut you off

Terzo

Reacting to you feeling jealous:

Slightly annoyed/defensive at first - how could anyone possibly think he’s done anything wrong when that was never his intention??

When he sees you’re actually upset, he turns very serious and professes his love for you

After you’ve resolved this and he’s assured you properly, he gets a smug little look on his face and says “Oh you want me so bad, don’t you? You liiiiike me” even though you’ve been together for years

Chases you around the house saying exaggerations such as “Amore, I would simply die without you! How could I look at another when you hold my balls in your hand?”

Goes from defensive to serious/comforting to horny in the span of 3 minutes

Bets he can “fuck the jealousy” right out of you 🥴 (and he does)

“Amore, how could I love another? You think anyone could fuck me as good as you do? You think anyone else’s body looks as good on me as yours? You think anyone’s mouth around my [redacted] is as pretty as yours?” (said while he’s fucking your brains out)

Feeling or showing he’s jealous:

Anxious as fuck; this is his ego’s worst nightmare

Agonizes and ruminates on things that probably aren’t even happening

Woefully dramatic, to his own detriment

Uses it as a competition. “Do they love you like I do?,” “Do they remember all of your favorite things?,” “Do they make you cum like I do?”

In the following days he does way more to show his affection than usual; flowers everyday and random dates and little gifts. His feelings are hurt and he wants to remain at the top of your mind

He just needs you to stroke his ego that he’s the only one for you and that there’s no reason for him to be jealous 😌

Copia

Reacting to you feeling jealous:

“Ehh…tesoro, what troubles you?” he would ask while tapping his fingers together nervously, immediately sensing your displeasure

Flattered at first (he’s never experienced this before!) but admits that he has eyes only for you

Dying to prove his devotion to you and promises you have no reason to be jealous

Gives you a big hug and spends the rest of the day with you doing all the things you like, even watching that show he doesn’t like but knows you do

Makes love to you that night like he never has before

Feeling or showing he’s jealous:

He’s embarrassed to admit it

Explains his emotions and needs in a healthy way that he clearly got from a therapist (“I feel jealous when ___ because ___..”)

Asks you for comfort and reassurance because he’s feeling a little down (he needs constant reassurance anyway)

[sugashook]

THE FIRST PARTY SCENE, hallway and bar analysis

SO if vanessa is a representation of his heart and universe or at least half of it. and shes seeing 'a guy from work' ,and she got promoted. means his heart is doing much better, and is seeing a nice man from work.

but wade is like immediately so sad, he can't take care of his emotions. maybe his heart is like you're great but you can't handle me well by yourself. hes like im sooooo inadequate and such a failure. because his heart is being taken care of by another person he cant handle himself. like it's embarrassing and demoralizing to be like that.

and then she says...

HIS NAME IS 'DERMANN' which derived from the word 'deor' which means WILD ANIMAL OR "brave and bold" and 'mann' for man it also means being connected with nature, strong, brave, cure.

he's kind, he likes hiking and hasn't gotten her shot yet.

So a wild animalistic strong man that likes hiking and is kind. 🙆

that's the man taking care of vanessa. (if you cant tell it's basically logan but her own logan). Also Logan means hollow . So he is a hollow man and wade is like a little bouncy heart like they just fit into one another

and then theres a knock on his door

and they're telling him your wolverine, is gone. you're doomed. so he has to find his own brave man, a derman to take care of his own heart. okayyyy. he's on parallel to vanessa, he wants to be like her, that is he admires her and wants to be on her level like catching up to his heart. while the rest of him is kinda f*cked.

so he went through bars, and kept being hurt by 'the same kind of guy' but one of them seemed so broken ,soft and tender, he just takes things on, unbothered. its like logan took the wade provocation and safety test and passed.

"are you gonna take that?"

hes asking for himself. and logan says

"yep"

He needs someone to take hits for him and not be easily provoked and react emotionally. He needs a peaceful person.

And logancan take whatever wades got, liiiiike.... then wade threatens him, 'calling his bluff'. and logan leans up to the gun and smiles. like again, you dont phase me, try me. wade's life is a bit more dangerous now, he needs someone to handle higher risk games with him. oKAY they're flirting.

AND Then he grabs the gun from wade he takes control from wade and it shakes wade up, it shakes his little heart up and logan goes like "careful" AAAAAAA WITH WHO YOU POINT YOUR GUN TO AAAAAAAA (((bad man))))). hes surprising wade.

and logan not only wont get shot and get hurt and die, hes asking for it cause its nothing for him!!!!

'he can handle me' type of vibe, i think hes looking for who to give his heart to next. like hes being more picky this time, more mature, he has to be.

vanessa was kind of just a random first stripper he met and he gave her his heart (beautiful ofc wade is just a random hooker no big deal) but she cant handle him and his world. she is more like him. they're both fragile. his heart and emotions dont have a superpower.

and also + logans claws didnt work when he ' wanted to hurt wade' and wade is like ill go out of my way to provoke you into hurting me. and it still doesnt work logan rather hurts his own self and takes himself out of the danger. it must have made wade feel kinda safe.

not only is he strong he will not hurt me. Because wades heart is extremely sensitive despite his forwardness, which Is basically his kind of bluff like pf I don't even care about anyone or anything

Even if Logan is pushed he is just responding by being goofy and cute kinda 🥺 idk he's like avoidant and scared but not aggressive he's just like a pile of goo. a lil creecher.

And wade is an evil pumpkin. (yeah that changes when he gets teleported to a dumpster planet but its wade LOGAN IS A NICE GUY NOT A SAINT)

"two in the heart one in the head".....so wade gets shot twice in the heart......ok. I wonder what that means. i wonder who the two people are i really do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but whatever its hetero palship and im delusional

[blue-slxt]

The 3 Musketeers

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This is my first 3 way smut I've ever written. This is also my first time writing Lo'ak. I hope it came out good. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Navi!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, soft dom reader, switch neteyam, creampie, threesome

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and the Sully boys have always been thick as thieves. Recently, your bond has evolved into something more.

You always had a close relationship with the Sully brothers. You and Neteyam were the same age so you grew up attached at the hip. Officially speaking, you were one day older. And naturally, Lo’ak followed the two of you everywhere because he thought you were both so cool. The three of you were like the “3 musketeers” as Jake would say. You didn’t really get the reference since it was an Earth thing, but you liked the sound of it. It meant that the 3 of you were inseparable and had something special. But no one knew just how special your bond had become recently.

It started off innocently enough. You were teasing the boys the way you typically would until a play fight for dominance turned into…something more. You and Neteyam had always had this strong, unspoken tension between you and, you would never admit this, but you had secretly always felt a strong attraction to him and his strong warrior persona. So it was a pleasant surprise when your play fight turned into a full blown make out session, complete with feeling each other up on the forest floor. The real surprise was when you noticed the bulge in Lo’ak’s loincloth. Him being so turned on by watching you get felt up was unexpected, but you found yourself enjoying being watched, which was even more unexpected. Before you knew it, you found yourself being shared between the two of them taking turns having their way with you.

The flashback is enough to distract you while sitting on the floor of your marui, sharpening your spears. You suddenly hear the flap of your home flip open and it’s Neteyam holding an array of food and snacks for you. “Hey, missed you at the celebration tonight. Figured I’d come bring you some snacks.” He said holding out the leaf with the food for you to take. You place it on the nearby table, “Aw, that was sweet. You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I figured I didn’t want you to miss out.” He explains rocking back and forth on his feet and his tail flicking back and forth which usually meant that he was up to something. “What’s up ‘Teyam? I know you too well. Plus, your tail betrays you.” You start to walk towards him with a sly smirk on your face. He averts his gaze from you, looking literally anywhere else. You can notice a slight blush rising to his face and the tips of his ears. ‘He’s so cute’, you think to yourself. Then, it his you. “You came because you just wanted to see me! Cuz you liiiiike me”, you tease poking him in the cheek. His blush deepens and he tries to maintain a ‘stern’ eye contact with you to tell you to quit it, but he can’t prevent his wandering eyes from trailing up and down your body.

“So what if I did?” Neteyam states, standing up a little straighter and puffing out his chest trying to assert confidence and dominance. You raise an eyebrow at him, “Well, somebody’s feeling bold today. That’s perfect...it’ll make it that much more fun to watch you beg.” You whisper the last part next to his ear and he clears his throat trying to not appear flustered.

You drag your fingertips down his arms and grab his wrist to lead him all the way into your marui. You walk him over towards your table and stand in front of him. You grab his chin to make sure he keeps his eyes on you, “You know you never need to find an excuse to see me. We can play together whenever you want, ‘Teyam”. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by softly kissing his lips, still holding his chin. He relaxes into the kiss and you feel his calloused fingertips tracing your waist, wanting to pull you in closer. His touch sets your skin ablaze and your vision becomes hazed with hormones. You break the kiss and Neteyam’s eyes follow your lips desiring more connection.

You hop upon the table behind you and decide to have some real fun with him. “Kneel.” One simple command and he eagerly obliged. “Good boy”. You extended your long and slender leg towards him. He holds your leg, looking up at you the whole time. “You know what I like, so get to it if you want your reward”, you tell him in a stern tone.  Without any further instruction, Neteyam begins placing feather-light kisses up the length of your leg. Each peck sent shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy. The throbbing was intense, as if you had a second heartbeat in your body and you had just hiked the entire height of the Hallelujah mountains. When he reaches your inner thigh, he begins to place little kitten licks here and there making you bite your lip.

He comes face to face with your loincloth and his pupils dilate wanting to devour you whole. He moves his fingers to slide your loincloth to the side and you swat his hand away. “Naughty boy, you know the rules. You have to ask me nicely”, tease dripping through your words. He smirks up at you liking the way you always wanted to be in charge. He continues peppering kisses up and down the length of your leg, pleading between each kiss. “Please *kiss*, please yawne *kiss*, I want *kiss* to taste you *kiss*”. You loved the view of watching the mighty warrior Neteyam on his knees in front of you begging to bury his face between your thighs. The sight alone was enough to make you feel euphoric. Definitely something you would be storing in your mental vault for late nights when you were alone and in need of release.

 His eyes find yours again and you nod giving him permission. His ears perk up momentarily giving away his excitement. You can feel yourself practically dripping out of the fabric of your loincloth by the time you let him touch you. He slides the fabric to the side and exposes your glistening lips and dripping hole. His pupils fully blow wide open at the sight and he swallows back spit trying to keep from drooling down his chin. The sensation of his tongue finally making contact with your swollen clit makes you jolt with pleasure. He continues to lick and kiss and suck all of your juices as if it’s his last meal. Your head falls back in ecstasy, “mmh…fuck ‘Teyam” you moan. “You’re such a greedy boy…mm!” you tangle your fingers in his braids gripping them as it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality at the moment.

Suddenly, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps approaching. Your first instinct was going to be to pry yourself from Neteyam’s mouth and frame yourself as casually as possible, until you see Lo’ak appear in your entryway. Your eyes meet and he freezes. “Hey Lo’ak”, you manage to breath out between moans. Neteyam is unphased by his brother’s sudden interruption and continues feasting on you. Lo’ak temporarily snaps out of it long enough to close the flap of your marui behind him as he steps in.

You use one finger to gesture ‘come here’ to him. You can notice him already stiffening in his loincloth. He walks around to your side and you hook your finger under his necklace to pull his face to yours. You crash your lips onto his and he hungrily kisses you back. You grab his hand to guide it to one of your breasts. His hands were so big, he could essentially cover your entire breast with it. His fingers roughly grope your skin and he rolls your nipple between 2 of his fingers. Between all the stimulation on your body, you could feel a knot tensing in your core, threatening to snap at any second. You moan against Lo’ak’s kiss and pull away, “Fuck ‘Teyam….mmh I-I’m gonna….” You struggle to get your words out. Lo’ak pulled your face back to his in another kiss.

Neteyam continued his assault on your most sensitive bit and sucked on your clit completely driving you over the edge. The knot deep within you snaps and you close your legs around Neteyam’s head still gripping his hair in your hand. Lo’ak pulls away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure and then bliss out after riding out your high. You can notice out of the corner of your vision that he’s stroking himself through his cloth with his free hand. You want to swat his hand away and make him ask you permission, but he swats your hand away instead and trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at the spot just below your earlobe. Lo’ak always was a lot more difficult to tame than Neteyam, but you liked that quality in him. Neteyam finally releases your clit and your legs fall limp on the table. You use your grip on his hair to pull his head back to see his chin shining in the light. It drips down his neck and you feel the fire inside of you reignite at the sight of him covered in your juices.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty boy, Neteyam.”

You finally find the strength to stand and walk around to the other side of the table. Both of the brothers’ eyes are watching you intently waiting to see what you’re up to. You untie the top that just barely covers your chest and step out of your loincloth leaving yourself completely exposed. You lie down on your stomach across the table and hold your head up in your hands looking between them. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. Off with them.”, You order. Neteyam and Lo’ak look at each other and quickly give a nod of agreement before removing their own cloths. They were both indescribably hard and oozing precum out of their tips. Neteyam had a good inch or two on his brother, but Lo’ak was definitely thicker. Your eyes go wide with excitement and your tail is swaying like crazy behind you. You can’t decide who you want to be inside of you first.

You tell both of them “come here” and they approach your face. You grab Neteyam in your hand and let a long trail of spit flow from your mouth to his tip and use it as lubrication to start stroking him. The feeling sets a fire in his chest and his ears fall flat against his head. Meanwhile, you open up wide for Lo’ak to enter your mouth. His size is massive, but your determination was greater. His slides in slowly, wanting to feel your tongue across every passing inch until his was all the way in and touching your throat. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back enjoying every second of you. You bob your head up and down on his length while making sure to continue to stroke Neteyam at the same pace. Grunts and moans fill the silence in your marui and you thank Eywa that everyone is at the celebration tonight, because otherwise they would definitely hear you.

You pop off Lo’ak and leave a long string of saliva connecting your lips and his tip. You can see the longing in his face from the loss of friction he so desperately craved. You gesture for him to go behind you and his ears perked up immediately. Eyes full of lust and hunger. He practically runs around to the back of you and now you take Neteyam into your mouth. He always tasted so sweet and it drove you mad. Lo’ak takes a second to admire your still dripping pussy, “shiiit…”, and he knows he can’t contain himself anymore. He lines the head up with your opening and slams into you in one swift motion making you jump and yelp at the sudden intrusion. He’s always so eager. He can’t even wait for you to adjust to him inside of you, he needs this friction now.

He starts pumping into you at a fast, but steady pace. The tinge of pain you felt in the beginning is completely gone and replaced with a greedy desire for him to fill you up. The lust filled haze causes you to suck on Neteyam even harder. At this point, now he’s bucking his hips forward into your face. Each thrust from Lo’ak pushes you further down onto Neteyam and vice versa. Neteyam’s length in your throat leaves you no space to breathe and you gag at the constant poking, but he doesn’t let up. You look up at him eyes full of tears and drool falling from your lips. You look a sloppy mess, but he loves it. He absolutely relishes in the sight of you being a mess on his dick.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty girl, yawne”, he moaned imitating your comment to him just moments ago. “You look so pretty swallowing my dick”.

Lo’ak chimes in from behind, “fuck, I know I’ll never get tired of this pussy. Mmh! It’s gripping me just right..”. It’s all you can do just to manage a weak ‘mhm’ from around Neteyam’s shaft. The vibration makes him twitch in your throat. His eyes squeeze shut and he grabs your head for even more leverage to push inside you. At the same time, Lo’ak is digging his fingers into your hips to push as deep as physically possible into you from behind. You can feel your whole body on fire from the overstimulation. Lo’ak is the first to speak up, “Shit, I’m gonna..” and Neteyam says “Me too, bro”. You can feel your own high approaching and it makes you feel like your body is coming undone.

You don’t know what possessed you in the moment, but you lock your ankles together around Lo’ak and intertwine your fingers around Neteyam so that neither boy can pull out of you. You want every single drop that they have in them. You feel Neteyam release first. He ruts himself all the way into your mouth until your nose is touching his pelvis. His thick seed shoots straight down your throat and you happily swallow all of it. Then, you feel Lo’ak with two hard, sloppy thrusts pump everything inside of you that he has. The heat is enough to drive you to your own finish. Your body convulses between the two of them and their hips stutter in their pumps riding out their own highs.

Once you all come down, both brothers pull out of you. You can feel Lo’ak’s seed dripping out of your hole and down your leg. You fall limp across the table with your chest heaving up and down trying to catch a decent breath. The boys walk around to the front of you and stroke your face lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you slowly regain your senses. And just when you think you have regained some strength in your body Lo’ak turns to Neteyam and simply asks, “so….switch?” and a mischievous grin slides across both of their faces before turning back to you. You already know this is going to be a loooong night. But there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[guppygiggles]

Alright, so...

For a while, I've been wanting to start an AU where all of my characters (As of writing: Casper, Avery, Finnegan (formerly Fishper), Darkside (name rework pending), and Null (complete redesign pending)) can interact. Below is a preview of that!

I am still planning on continuing my main fic with Casper + Avery (Like Real People Do), so don't worry that I have abandoned that project! I just wanted more creative freedom in terms of using my characters, so this AU is just meant to be a framework for that. This is meant to be more episodic, rather than a linear story like my fic.

The way Casper and Avery meet in this AU is the same as in my fic, although the world itself is quite different. Unlike the main story, in this universe there are many non-human races other than cloud elementals.

I don't have a lot of the other details fleshed out yet, but I wrote a short fic below to formally introduce Fishper (whose name going forward will be Finnegan) and kind of allude to the relationship dynamics between him, Avery, and Casper.

That was probably more explanation than was needed. Oops! Anyway --

LOTS OF TICKLES AHEAD! Enjoy! 💙

+++++

"Hey, why do you call me that?"

"Hm? Call you what?"

"Fishper. I mean, not that I don't like it, but... I have a name."

We sat on the end of the pier, legs dangling between the wooden slats of the guardrail. Far beyond Avery's lighthouse, the sun was just starting to sink below the horizon, painting the summer sky in shades of pink and orange. It was difficult to believe that just a year ago, I had crashed my skateboard into the same railing, leading to my chance encounter with the cloudman.

Though the world was filled with all kinds of non-human races -- I was sitting next to a triton, after all -- it was the first time I'd ever met an elemental, especially one like him. Prior to meeting Avery, I'd never even heard of cloudfolk. I'd mostly kept company with other humans until that day; since then, I'd become acquainted with all kinds of races, including merfolk like Fish. The scaly humanoid had washed up on the rocky outcropping around Avery's lighthouse during a particularly bad storm, and had been taken in by the elemental until he recovered. What could I say -- the gentle scientist was practically a magnet for those in need! We'd only known each other for about a month, but the excitable guppy and I had become fast friends.

"Well, you couldn't speak for the first few days after we found you, so... I had to call you something! It was really Avery's idea, though; he said you were just like me, so he gave you a name like mine. You could've told me sooner that you had a name, though! What is it?" I turned to look at him. He was grinning, swinging his legs in time with the flopping of his huge tail against the pier's wooden boards. I was a little embarrassed that I knew almost nothing about his race; only that some non-human races didn't use traditional names, so I figured it was possible he didn't have one.

"Ehehe, I just liked that you gave me a nickname! My real name is Finnegan, but most people just call me Finn."

"Awww, that's cute! Very fitting for you, too." I smirked, reaching over to give a light tickle to his finned ear. He squealed, shaking his head as his ears fluttered.

"Eee-HEEE! Hehey!"

I snickered. He was great to play with; very sensitive, with big, bubbly reactions. His scales were soft, supple, and surprisingly warm to the touch. I never would've expected a fish to be cuddly, but as of the past week, he'd been sneaking into mine and Avery's bed at night for a snuggle when he couldn't sleep. Insomnia -- like many things, we shared that, too.

"What's wrong? I thought you liiiiiked being tickled~" I teased, sneaking a finger under his arm and wiggling a bit. He laughed, then -- loud and clear, his high, giggly howling riding above the sound of the waves. He flopped back onto the pier, squirming as I readjusted my position to get a better angle on him.

"EHEH-HEE!" He screeched as my fingers danced gently along his ribcage. Despite all his flailing, he did little to try and stop me.

"This shirt looks familiar. Oh, wait. That's because it's my shirt! You stole my clothes out of the dryer again, didn't you!" I admonished playfully, sliding my hands under his -- MY -- shirt to tickle his pale, soft belly. Given that it was the most tender spot on him (and the most ticklish, as far as I could tell), I took particular care not to hurt him, my fingertips lightly spidering over the surface as if gliding on ice.

He was quickly in hysterics, wriggling beneath my fingers like a... well. Like a fish!

"AHAHA-HEEE! I DOHOHOOO!"

"You do what, ticklefish?" I asked, grinning as I gently pinched along his sides.

"I-EHEEEE! I LIHIHIKE T-TIHIHICKLES!"

I blushed. I'd never known Finn to be shy... after all, he offered very little resistance when tickled, and had always seemed to enjoy it... but I wasn't expecting an outright admission. How did he do that...? Unprompted, and while being tickled, no less!

It took me a moment to realize I had stopped tickling, and he was staring at me, tears in the corners of his yellow eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked, a curious smile showing off his jagged teeth. They were more than a little crooked, lending him an air that was a bit goofy, rather than menacing as most triton tended to be. The end of his tail wagged, thumping repeatedly against the wood.

"You want me to keep going...?" I asked, staring down at him with raised brows... and an affectionate smile of my own. Who could resist that?

"Ehehe, yeah! It's fun!" He raised his arms high and laid back, giving me full access to his torso, and making me blush even more. What kind of society had he grown up in, to foster such boldness?! I choked back my own fluster, trying to look impish and intimidating. I was the ler, after all... I couldn't fold over a little unexpected compliance!

"Alright, fishflake, you asked for it... literally." I giggled in spite of myself; it was too hard not to. Finn didn't seem to mind, though. He giggled right back, which was a relief, for me -- gosh, he was easy.

I lifted his -- again, my! -- shirt up, this time, exposing his belly to the dying light. The stars had begun to appear, and Avery would be expecting us home, soon.

"Last tickle, okay? This belly of yours needs dinner, soon," I said, gently patting his belly to the tune of more happy tittering. Then I went to work, skittering my digits all over his tummy again. I didn't spare his navel that time, either; my fingertip wiggled right into it, causing him to emit a gleeful shriek as he kicked his scaly feet.

"AAAAHAHA-HEEHEEEE!"

He squirmed, but it was easy to follow his movements, as his intention clearly wasn't to squirm away. My hands moved from the center of his belly to his sides, then began to crawl upward, counting along his ribs.

"How many ribs does a fish have? Maybe we should count and see."

"EEEEEE! I DOHOHNT KNOHOWWW!"

"One, two, three... oops! I lost count. Can't you stay still? Now I have to start over!"

"AAAHEHEE! I CAHAHAHAN'T!"

"Ooooone, twoooo, threee..." As I counted each rib, I lightly wiggled each one with the pads of my fingertips. This got plenty of howling from him -- it was a good thing we were alone on the pier, otherwise I was sure his loud cackling would have been quite the spectacle!

Despite how it clearly tickled, Finn somehow managed to keep his arms up. I had to hand it to him... he was even more resilient than me!

"How about here, Finny~?" I taunted, suddenly jumping from his ribs to his armpits. They were nearly as soft as his belly, pale and smooth beneath my whirling fingertips.

He squawked again, followed by a gale of laughter, his body tossing back and forth against the pier. To my astonishment... he still kept his arms up!

"Tickle, tickle... Cooooooochie coo, ticklefish! You're just ticklish all over, aren't you?" I continued to tease, giggling as he laughed uproariously, his gamine face flushed dark green with laughter. Slowing to a stop, I reached up and took his hands, pulling his arms down and helping him to sit up. He looked a bit dizzy, a tickle-drunk grin on his face. I chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Come on, Avery's probably waiting to pick us up. If we don't hurry, I'm sure there will be a serious tickling for both of us after dinner." I shivered at the thought of an Avery tickling, getting to my feet and pulling Finn up with me. He wobbled a bit, and then righted himself, giggling.

"Ehehehe... that's fine by me~!"

[emilyzipps]

how do you build up the tension between two characters without dragging it out or jumping the gun by rushing it?

This is a great question! I mostly write romance/romcoms so I'm going to answer this about building romantic tension, but I'm guessing it works for other kinds as well.

As always, please feel free to reblog or comment with your thoughts, suggestions, disagreements!

The first thing that comes to mind for me is to think about all of the ways they're going to show their progression into the romance--their relationship milestones--and make sure they're spread out in a way that feels balanced and good.

In a romance, the things you're aiming for as relationship milestones will vary depending on what type of book you're writing. If it's a steamy enemies to lovers story, the sex will start pretty early into the book, so the will-they-or-won't-they isn't about sex, it's about feelings. The big milestones in that case might be things like

admitting attraction

hooking up

sex

first feelings of romance (you shove them under a rug)

first feelings of romance (you admit to yourself you have them)

first time testing out if they like you as more than an sex partner

first time admitting you liiiiike them

first time them admitting they liiiiike you

love confession/happily ever after

On the flip side, a slow burn friends to lovers (no steam), it may be things like

noticing she's pretty

touching hands by accident on the bus

touching hands ON PURPOSE on the bus

lingering stares

staying up all night talking

picking her up from a date with someone else and being so sad

trying to date someone else

spending the night together AS FRIENDS

erotic hair braiding

happily ever after

Once you think through what some of those milestones will be for your story and your characters, then you can figure out how you want to spread those out throughout your story. Tension comes in the spaces between those milestones and in yearning for the next one, so you need to give space for each milestone to (a) be exciting! (b) be celebrated (or feared or repressed or whatever) and (c) get old enough that we're pining for the next one. That's why you go from touching hands by accident to being brave and terrified and anxious when you decide to do it on purpose.

With the right build up--the pining for the feel of her smooth skin against yours, the noticing how her hands look, day dreaming about her fingers, picturing yourself touching her hand a million times, barely breathing--finally touching her hand on the bus can be as emotionally resonant as sex or a love confession.

consider each milestone as a small emotional climax (sex jokes are welcome and frankly appropriate), and treat it in the way you'd treat the big story climax.

The other thing I'm thinking about is the disconnect between what they say/show and what they think. In my debut novel, the first time Alice sees Van, her inner monologue is immediately like OMG GIRL HOT!!!! THIS BUTCH IS STUNNING AND SMELLS SO GOOD I WANT HER TO TOUCH MEEEEEEEEE. What she actually says out loud is more along the lines of "hi, nice to meet you, i'm your brother's formerly secret girlfriend."

That creates tension because the reader then (hopefully!) thinks, oh wow, how long can Alice keep it together when she's such a bisexual disaster? How long can she go without revealing how badly she wants Van to jump her?

Here's a little map of our milestones and interior/exterior:

first meeting. Alice thinks: GIRL HOT. Alice says: hi i am dating your brother??

first flirt. Alice thinks: if she touches me i'm going to fucking lose it (complementary). Alice says: thanks for the ride home, your dog is cute.

first admit you like each other. Alice thinks: i want to never leave her house or her presence. Alice says: you should be really proud of the life you've built here.

first cuddle. Alice thinks: i'm going to die. i'm actually, physically going to die under this snuggie. this girl is so hot and kind and i'm obsessed with her oh my GOD. Alice says: your mom seems nice.

Those are kind of silly examples, but I hope it helps to be able to see that we're waiting for her inner monologue to match her actions, and the stakes for both get higher and higher as they move through the milestones until the moment when she (a) says what she's thinking, and (b) gets what she wants. Aka, HAPPILY EVER AFTER, BABY.

thoughts, feedback, other suggestions, questions? bring them!

[moldypoff]

I NEED TO GET THIS OUT BEFORE SOMEONE BEATS ME TO IT

Crack Mouthwashing AU where Jamboy gets sedated and we give him one of those procedures once Anya tells you instead of Cap’n abt being pregnant (still pre-crash). Or- idk, I mean you and Daisuke (because it’s a crack au and nobody gives a shit)

This is also an AU purely based on a conversation I had with @bananamaxpng

Anywho, this AU will be called

SEA HORSE MOUTHWASHING AU

Is this original? No, technically @bananamaxpng made it but I would like to build on it! (Thank you so much for the idea dude, I dunno if you want to take it seriously and make it your thing but if you do I’ll gladly stop my thing!)

I WILL BE MAKING FANART FOR THIS AU

Random headcanons and OG convo I had with bananamaxpng under the cut

I wanna say it happens somewhere after the birthday party fiasco (I need to refresh my memory on the Mouthwashing timeline)

Things are tense, Curly dearest ain’t really doing much about the growing situation so Anya turns to someone else for help, you!

Good thing your a surgeon or whatever because, oh my gosh, your trained in this really fucking specific procedure

Anyways, you get Curly in on it, he gives you the greenlight, and you fucking get Japist into the Medbay and knock him tf out only to then knock him tf up (terrible wording I need to work on that)

You might be wondering, or not, because it’s pretty staightforward, “Is this legal?” HELL NO. Honestly though? What is he gonna do about it? Tell the police? Listen,

There’s no way he explain that the procedure wasn’t consensual, just like how we can’t prove Anya’s pregnancy wasn’t consensual/an accident

Jimmy can whine and complain all he wants but the company won’t do anything and the law can’t really nail anyone because there’s no concrete evidence to go off of.

For the rest of the trip though I THINK it can be somewhat smooth sailing

Everyone know’s Jimmy’s pregnant, yk what that means

A. He’s suffering, B. He’s bitching about it, C. He has to have a chaperone because he’s unstable and, well, with child, they’re not about to let him do much by himself

His routine is, as of now, consisting of eating, sleeping, bitching, getting checkups, minimal piloting, and- idk, leisure time

I know, it sounds like pampering, I get it, MUCH more than he deserves, but liiiiike, it seems like a fix no? He’s a burden, sure, but he

Can’t crash the ship because he has someone to accompany him all the time

Is kinda at the mercy of everyone because he’s tired, nauseous, ect.

a little dumber than usual (I saw a yt short about this from that one doctor guy, the brain shrinks a bit to help mama, or in this case dada, connect with baby once they’re born)

Will maybe be a better person because good soup (provided by Swansea, he know’s how to take care of someone when they’re pregnant he has kids), physically being at a disadvantage, and kinda being relieved of part of his duties might fix him.

But we know Jimmy, he literally craves power so you bet your ass at the very least he is going to try and tell everyone what to do because he’s WiTh cHilD (This is further down the line, at first he’s still going to try and do things himself but later I’d imagine he embraces it and tries to use it against everyone else)

His is renovating the ship because he is NESTING

Everything has to be cleaned, which is hard because the Tulpar has DECADES of grime to scrape away, if that feet were even plausible

He’s annoying, you can tell him to shut up but I think he’d cry, sorry (lots of stress isn’t good for this motherfather so like, you don’t need to appease him at every turn but try manipulating him into thinking you’re doing something for his sake and he’ll probably zip it then.)

Random note but he’s going to be fairly pretty in this state, something about everything inflating? (Pregnant glow, hair looking fab af, skin being clear af)

But yeah, that’s all I can think of at the moment. When the baby’s finally born- I dunno, chances are Jimama’s gonna give it up for adoption or get Anya to pay for child support/try to get her to take care of him and the kid because he’ll be hooked to pregnant princess treatment lmao (I swear if he becomes those people that keep making babies but can’t bother to take credit of them- we’re tying his tubes, on golly.)

Anywayssss, that’s all, it’s very late and I am very tired, this is poorly written please do not take this seriously.

(Og convo, as promised!)

[pinkanonwrites]

Ride The Rhythm

The Chai fic y’all have been waiting for is finally here! Thanks for your patience, I hope this smut fic lives up to all the hype you guys have been stirring up for it!

Chai/Reader NSFW Fic, 2,900+ words, AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used, first time, enthusiastic consent, vaginal sex, Chai is so much fun to write dialogue for you guys you have no idea

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Chai had never really considered himself to be the type of guy who was "eager to please." He'd always run on his own schedule, marched to the beat of his own drum, even as a kid. That didn't change when he became an adult either. When college got too boring? He dropped out. When he saw the banner ad for Project Armstrong? He signed up. And when said project inevitably fell to pieces in front of him and Vandelay Technologies was looking for a new ambassador? Well, who was he to refuse?

Yeah, Chai had never been the type to be eager to please others. At least, not until he met you.

And damn, with you he must have been doing something right, because you were currently perched in his lap, rolling your hips against his as your hands grabbed at his shirt, his hair, his belt loops, anywhere you could get a hold of him and keep him there. He'd thought the date had gone particularly well, but even he wasn't optimistic enough to imagine himself sprawled across your bed with his hands gripping your ass as you moaned eagerly into his open mouth by the end of it.

"Chai." You murmured, breath hot and wet against his lips, only to giggle when the sound of your own voice made his regulator tempo start thumping even faster, the bluish light pulsating rhythmically beneath his shirt. "Cute."

"Hey, most-mmh~, most guys would take offense to being called cute, y'know?" He smiled against your lips, fifty-percent false confidence and fifty-percent real. It's not like he wasn't excited or anything! In fact, excited was probably the grossest possible understatement he could be making in this exact moment. But he was also just a touch terrified. Not scared like 'horror movie jumpscare' scared, more scared like 'twenty-five year old virgin' scared. And even though Chai knew you, and he trusted you, there was still that panicked little voice in the back of his head, the one he'd tried time and time again to shut up with blasting rock tunes and false bravado but always seemed to work its way back to the surface as soon as he let his guard down.

Don't laugh at me when I'm being serious! Don't make fun of me over this! Don't abandon me as soon as I mess things up! It chattered, incessant and grating in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried to just let himself be, just take in the moment. He knew you wouldn't ever hurt him, not on purpose.

But you could. If you ever wanted to, you could.

"You're not really 'most guys' though, are you Chai?" You cooed, knocking your forehead gently against his. "You're special."

"Aw, you flatter me.~" The tone in his voice oozed confidence, but his expression said anything but. His face was bright red, burning even at the tips of his ears. Though he failed to keep eye contact with you there was a soft, sappy expression in them, something bordering on vulnerability. "You liiiiike me.~" He teased instead, unable to voice the emotions that were just so obvious in his eyes.

"I do." You replied, a smile creeping across your face when you felt his breath hitch and that familiar tempo kick into near double-time. 

"Yeah?" There was a breathlessness to Chai's voice, like he didn't quite believe what you were telling him. If you could you'd bash the heads in of anyone who ever made him feel that way.

"Yeah." But today wasn't a day for acts of righteous violence, and it was hardly the time. So instead you clasped a hand over one of Chai's, the one that wasn't metal, and let it trail up your body, disappearing beneath the fabric of your shirt and further until he was softly cupping your breast in his hand. His breath hitched, red face somehow burning even hotter as he gave you a tentative squeeze. "I like you so much."

"Can-can-can uh, can you-can I- can we, maybe, umm, if you wanna-"

"Can I take my shirt off?"

"Yes please."

You chuckled, the sound better to Chai than any guitar solo he'd ever heard. You peeled the top off slowly, like you were giving him a show, hair fluffing out around your head like a halo as you pulled it over your head and dropped it off the side of your bed frame onto the floor.

"Whoa…" He breathed out a shuddering sigh, metal hand dancing up your side to join the first and leaving a ticklish trail of goosebumps in its wake wherever it brushed across your bare skin. "So soft…"

"Your turn?" You tugged gently on the front of his shirt with a soft smile, a small, inquisitive hum.

"Y-Yeah, of course! Hang on, lemme just-" His scarf and jacket were gone in a flurry, wrestling his shirt off around the bulky joints of his prosthetic. When it was finally free (though it took some tugging and irritated grumbling to get there) the light of his regulator bathed your entwined bodies in a pale blue glow. You trailed your fingers around the metal edge of the implant, adoration dripping from your expression and making Chai feel so… so much. All the words in the world didn't feel like enough to describe it properly. Like his head was full of cotton and his heart was full of honeyed words and major chords, like for once he didn't have to worry that the first words that came to mind would just spill out of him whenever he tried to speak because you wouldn't mind, not one bit. You'd listen. You'd love him anyway.

"Still doing alright?" Chai hadn't realized he'd fallen silent until you called out to him, his gaze snapping up to meet your own. You'd draped one arm over one of his shoulders, twirling the soft hair at the base of his neck between your fingers as your other hand caressed his chest. "You can tell me if you want to stop, I'm not gonna be mad or anything."

"No! No, I'm good. I'm great, actually. Holy shit am I good." You leaned in to press another chaste kiss to his lips, regulator thumping and light pulsing when you made contact. He may have had the world's doofiest grin on his face when you pulled away, but at this point Chai didn't even care. "...You're good too, right? Wanna keep going?"

"Please."

Shifting your weight a little bit awkwardly from one knee to the other, you shimmied out of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them off the side of your bed onto the floor. Then you busied yourself with his belt buckle, metal clinking and sliding under careful fingers as his hands joined yours in wrestling off his skinny jeans. He kicked and shuffled beneath you, trying to wriggle out of the tight denim but frowning as it bunched and caught around his shins where he'd rolled them up.

"Ah, shit. Hang on, I got it, just gotta… Aw, man!"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making Chai's face flush even deeper red.

"Don't laugh! I'm struggling here!" He whined.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just… you don't really need to take them all the way off, y'know?" Fingertips trailing over the front of his tented boxers, you fought down a sly smile when Chai shuddered beneath you. 

"Works for me!" He wheezed, head lolling back as you cupped his length through the flimsy cloth. "Hell, those can go too, if you want."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.~" His response trailed off into a low groan as you stroked him through his boxers, hand working slow and steady. "O-Or you can keep doing this! Fuck, this is pretty good too…"

"I think I'd rather get rid of them, if it makes no difference to you.~" You looped your fingers under the elastic and tugged his boxers down. A sudden wave of shame flooded Chai as his cock sprung up, slapping wetly against his stomach, and he fought the urge to cover his face. He didn't even have his scarf on anymore, anyway, so it wasn't like he had something to hide behind. But you didn't tease him for his eagerness or his fluster, you simply took him in hand, smearing your thumb along the underside of the sticky head with a soft, shuddering sigh, as if you were finding pleasure merely in touching him.

"Still good?" You murmured, gaze never leaving his cock as you gave it a few careful strokes.

"Great. You too? I mean, uh, can I? I want to touch you too, if you want…"

"Of course. Just, uh, maybe not with the robot arm? The joints look a little bit… pinchy."

Chai barked out a laugh, cheeks pulling into a familiar grin. "I think I can manage that." 

His fingertips, warm, slightly calloused, trailed up the soft expanse of your thigh, sweeping through the wiry hair on your mound and dipping between your wet folds. His middle finger trailed the edge of your hole before pressing in, slipping with minimal resistance into slick warmth.

"Whoa…" He breathed, giving his finger an exploratory curl that pulled a warm huff of approval to your lips. "That feels insane. It's so warm."

"Imagine how good it'll feel around your dick."

"Ghh, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it before I'm even in there!"

You laughed, swatting at Chai's hand to free up space between your legs. "Should we move on to the main event then?"

Chai's eyes all but bugged out of his head as you rose up on your knees, aligning his flushed tip with your entrance. "Oh, oh hell yeah. It's not gonna hurt though? I didn't… I didn't really do much, if we're being totally real."

"It's okay, I'll go nice and slow. Just give me time to adjust."

"I will. Holy shit."

You let your body sink down so slowly, so carefully, heat giving way achingly slowly to his intruding cock. Chai's eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies met, teeth digging hard into his lower lip as you took him in. It did hurt, just a little, pleasure sparking just a touch towards pain as your body ached to adjust. Finally, with a shaky groan from the both of you, you rested yourself up on his hips, fully seated on his lap.

"That's it…" He murmured, both hands massaging up your thighs to rest at the curve of your hips. "God, you're incredible. Still hanging in there?"

"Mhm. Just need a minute, then I'll be good." You rested your hands on Chai's chest, tracing the edge of the implant and absentmindedly tapping along to the beat.

It had slipped your mind for a moment while you were getting comfortable, that familiar, unending tempo. But now that you had nothing else to focus on you couldn't help but tune back in. Pulsing beneath your hand you felt like the rhythm had become a part of you as well, like if you really focused you could feel it thrumming through your hand, up your arm, into your chest, down, further down into…

"Oh god." You whined, burying your face into your cupped hands and praying you didn't look as completely flustered as you felt with your face burning into your palms. "...I can feel it."

"I, uh, I hope so? Cause otherwise I'd be, uh, pretty embarrassed here. Don't gotta kick a man when he's already down. Or pinned, in this case."

"No-Chai." One hand still partially covering your face, you let the other rest again on the reinforced glass dome in his chest, fingertips trailing along the edge in a way that made him shiver. "This. I can… I can feel the beat."

A second passed, then another, with Chai blinking up at your bare form in visible confusion. Then, like a lightbulb going off, realization seemed to dawn on his face at the exact moment the implant flared with a pulse of blue-white light.

"IN YOUR PUSSY?!"

"CHAI!!" You couldn't help but laugh despite your embarrassment, mostly covering your eyes with your fingers cracked to peek through the gaps. "You're such a dork." His eyebrows flew up his face as the pink on his cheeks gave way to a brilliant burning red. His gaze flitted from your face, down to where he was buried in you, then your face again, looking somewhere in between a mix of strained and awestruck.

"I can… I can feel when you laugh. It gets all like, mmfh… Holy shit." He squeezed your thigh with his non-enhanced hand to emphasize the noise, and the grip combined with the rhythmic pulse of the music hitting you down somewhere deep pulled a small, pleased groan from your lips before you could fully stifle it. Chai looked shocked for a moment that he was even able to draw such a noise from you, but his expression quickly grew into an incredibly eager smile, less like a guy getting laid for the first time and more like a kid getting exactly what they wanted from Santa for Christmas. His other hand came back down to grip your thigh as well, cool metal making goosebumps break out across your skin. He braced his feet on the mattress and rolled his hips up against yours carefully, almost experimentally once, twice, testing the sensation.

The reaction of the both of you was pretty similar. Chai let out a punched-out wheeze, head lolling back against the pillows as if he could no longer keep it up himself. As for you, his tip kissed a sweet spot inside you right alongside with the pulse of the music, nearly making your back go concave as you instinctively rutted into the pleasure.

"If I died right now, it'd be totally worth it." He groaned, hands sliding up your thighs to grip the fat of your hips, fingers digging in just enough to really feel as he rolled his hips again, and again, trying to match the rhythm in his chest as he bounced you in his lap. You knew Chai was pretty strong, especially after the Armstrong Project, but you couldn't really say you expected him to drag you down onto his cock again and again like you weighed nothing. And in true Chai form, he did it while blathering all the while, drunken-pleasure loosening up his tongue even more than it usually was. "Feels so good. Can we quit work? They don't need us, let's quit and do this fffuhh-forever. Never wanna stop, oh god, never wanna stop fuckin' you."

"Fuck, Chai." You whimpered, knees sliding impossibly further apart as you ground yourself down on his cock, the beat pulsing deep enough to make your toes curl with each thrust. "Don't stop talking, please?"

"Yeah? Can't say I hear that too often. You like when I run my mouth? Can't help telling you how good your pussy feels? Cause you feel fuckin' incredible. Never felt anything like it. You're so wet, fuck. This is the best day of my life."

"Better, hah, better than the robot arm?"

"Are you kidding me? This wins by a crazy huge margin. Holy shit!" He lets out an eager chuckle, hand trailing to the apex of your thigh and thumb trailing into the thatch of hair between your legs. "Wait, hang on, I got this. It's like, right here I think. C'mon, Chai…"

You squealed when his thumb rolled over your clit, just a touch on the rough side. "Chai!"

"Sorry! Sorry! ...Not bad, though?" He cocked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk as he massaged the swollen bud (more gently this time) under the pad of his thumb. You sighed, melting into his touch as you draped yourself over his chest, nose bumping against his.

"It's good. Really good. Kiss?" 

"Anything for my baby.~"

You draped your arms around his neck, sinking into a sloppy kiss as he continued to bounce you on his lap. Each messy brush of lips and tongue was interspersed with soft groans and sighs, his cock grinding hard against spots that made you see stars. When you clenched around him he pulled away with a wet gasp, eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Don't wanna cum yet, but I can't- ffffuck."

"C'mon, Chai, I wanna feel it." You moaned, fingers lacing into his shaggy hair. "Please cum for me?"

"But y-ohh, you didn't-!"

"I know you'll make it up to me. Just let go, baby. Let me have it."

"Oh God." Chai groaned, hips stuttering as you felt him spill into you. His prosthetic arm creaked and his regulator thumped faster, faster, faster, blue light pulsating between your chests as he unloaded into your cunt. "Ffffuh, so fucking good. So tight, I can't…"

Finally the tension seemed to melt out of his body with a satisfied sigh, Chai melting into the mattress beneath you. You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck, cool glass pressing against your chest as you made yourself comfortable.

"...Holy shit." He finally breathed.

"That good, huh?"

"I'm a different person now."

You laughed, Chai's chest rumbling beneath you as he began to chuckle as well. "Hopefully not too different. I happen to like my rockstar the way he is, thank you very much."

"Ahh, you're just trying to butter me up for round two, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"...Perhaps.~" You both dissolved into laughter again. "Seriously though, you'd better be ready. As soon as I can think straight it's gonna be your turn."

"Oh really?"

"Show me what you like and I'll make sure you cum as many times as you want. I live to please.~"

For you at least? He certainly did.

[clever-and-unique-name]

As someone who's been through a lot of DID tumblr community, especially because you used to make infographics and talk about your DID and such here often... IDK, I don't want to ask if you regret talking about your DID or your parts so much, because that's too broad, but like.

[internal grumbling and vague gesturing]

Liiiiike... Hrgh. As a slightly adultier-adult than me, how do you balance having all this DID stuff online and also just like, being a 'normal' person in the world and having a good life where you're married and happy and all that?

For me/us, I feel like a lot of thinking and over-analyzing about DID has been detrimental overall, but it also got us to this place where we *don't* (need to) do that most of the time, and we're able to be pretty blurry and really only talk about DID/'parts stuff' if it becomes A Problem or something Comes Up.

I guess we're asking for your #HotTakes about this, if you'd like to share :)

(If you don't, that's totally okay, don't worry about it. Or you can tell us privately if you like! Just figured we'd ask, because like, nuance and we like your opinions/worldview a lot <3)

Hi Anni ilu :>

I'm answering this at work because I just Can't Resist but I'm not sure if the guys at home will feel the same so uh. That's a disclaimer I guess

Yearsss ago when we made this blog, we were specifically trying to #Figure Ourselves Out. That's explicitly what we made this blog for, to record and try to recognize patterns as we came to terms with having dissociated parts. And we were unemployed at the time (and also out of school? I think?) so we had a LOT of free time to be occupied with this stuff.

Which, as you mentioned, led to us reading a lot of books on the topic of dissociation and making Content about it. And also writing a lottt of more personal diary-like posts.

I don't regret that era per se; we went through a lottt of growth in that time, and it's nice to have it as a time capsule to look back on now (especially with the like, memory issues, ya know.) I don't mind it being Out There "publicly" either; we're pretty strict on what doxx-able info goes here, and our online presence is kept strictly from our irl one, with only a couple highly trusted exceptions.

HOWEVER

I do regret putting so much personal information here without fully understanding how vulnerable it made me. I didn't understand that talking about the struggles certain parts were going through would leave those parts open to people (with mostly good intentions) approaching us with commiseration and comfort--things our younger parts especially were starved for.

At that time we were quite isolated. We didn't have the skills to identify when we were fawning, or set boundaries when we did realize it. (This was before therapy.) And not everyone we let emotionally close to us should have been--something we unfortunately wouldn't learn until much later.

So like. Posting about DID in a general, informative way was pretty chill, and I wish I had the time and energy to do some of that again. But as far as publicly exploring our parts? We now have a pretty hard rule about only sharing things that have been resolved, or setting boundaries when needed.

But I feel you so much about mostly just being blurry unless something is a Problem or needs addressing. (Although it doesn't have to be big, it can be as simple as like "Why do I feel sad...oh, Reki is nearby and needs cuddles, got it.") It's just not as important now to Figure Everything and Everyone Out. I got a job to do and bills to pay. ;)

- Tris

[hyunpic]

vilmaaa guess what. i had spotify on shuffle and it was playing some seori (my beloved) and then this mellow cute k-indie/rnb kinda song started playing and i was like 👀😮💘🤍 right away bc i liked the vocals + instrumental a lot but i was like. i need to wait and listen to more of the song before i check the artist and let that impact my thoughts. so i listened through the first chorus then checked and it was like ✨✨✨”miss you (hyunjin)”✨✨✨ and my heart just exploded a little liiiiike 🤍🤍🤍

i only got into skz recently + so i’ve mostly just listened to ate + past TTs. i’ve watched more videos and interviews tbh. outside of that i’ve really just listened to seungmin’s songs + music. so i truly and deeply was not expecting it to be him singing but it just made me soo happy. like even just over this brief time, i have so much respect for hyunjin as an artist/creative. and ik in his 1kr he mentioned that he’s really been dedicated to improving his vocals so i’ve been super interested in seeing his upcoming developments as a vocalist but tbh i didn’t have a strong baseline to compare against bc on the TTs he mostly raps yk. so it was suuuch a nice surprise!! i’m so glad i waited bc i was really able to appreciate and love the song devoid of anything else and then to discover that it was actually hyunjin literally made my heart squeeze i was so excited and happy.

i wanted to share with you bc i really like hyunjin sm i am super fond of him, and a lot of that is thanks to your posting about him. bc it’s so cool to see the side of him besides his stage persona. it’s such a fun and sweet experience to be discovering an artist + finding them in unexpected places + then loving them a bit more. those initial discoveries are some of my favorite moments of being a kpop fan + your blog definitely played a role in enhancing this experience so thank youuu.

hope you’re doing well + taking care!! wishing you the best always 🧡

ahhh HIIIIII the warm energy bubbling from this message is so so amazing to me… miss you such a sweet song, right? he made the song for his old puppy who sadly passed away.. it holds a special place in my heart since ive experienced that too and it always brings me a feeling of comfort whenever i listen to it. i always think about how hyunjin’s voice reminds me of the dawn, the first rays of sunrays that hit the earth when it’s still foggy, quiet and mellow outside. idk if that’s strange but that’s how his singing geeli like to me. if you liked miss you, i would recommend you to listen to his skz record “long for you” i especially love his vocals in this one!!! 😻💘

hyunjin is just the bestest. the thing you said about him wanting to improve his vocals.. i love that his drive and hunger for being better in all aspects of his life never stops. it is lovely to watch someone so passionate about his craft, cause it makes you so excited to see what’s coming in the future. there’s so many artists out there who just kind of give up on that when they achieve a certain point of fame, where they just stop caring about improving cause the fans just gas them up about how great they are and the stuff they put out starts feeling shallow. and i hope that fire of passion never dies within hyune.

im so happy you sent me this message, i hope you know it made my day 🥹🥹 i love when people get into skz and hyune and im glad i get to be a part of it with u. sometimes the kpop community feels so negative and it’s so easy to just get caught up on that but messages like these remind me that there’s so much love and positivity out there too 💘💗💓💕 pls have the bestest day <3

[frenchkisstheabyss]

Hellouw 🥹 I don’t really know who else I could talk to about something that has been on my mind lately and I’m kinda questioning how “normal” it is so I wanted to ask you and hear your opinion about it. You’re always so nice and I feel like you wouldn’t judge others.. 

So..I know a lot of K-pop Stan’s joke about having a crush on their biases or when they say “giggling, blushing, kicking my feet to XYZs picture” or whatever but I’ve also seen so many fans judging others for that. 

I was feeling really down for a while and when I discovered my ult group and especially my bias I finally felt some sense of enjoyment and happiness again. I began to notice how my mood and happiness depended on them and also how much I actually liked my bias. Obviously most idols are super attractive and with all the fan service it’s easy to develop celebrity crushes on them but I began to wonder whether I should feel bad about it or even try to stop it by maybe taking a break from my ult group. It’s not that I’m delusional and think I could actually pull my bias or would get mad if he dated someone and cancel them for that. 

It’s more like daydreaming about him and admiring him, finding him obviously super attractive but with no ill intent. 

But then I see videos or tweets of other fans who talk about “breaking the first rule of K-pop”and they’re really harsh and mean and talk super negatively about people who have crushes on idols and then I feel bad about myself and wonder if I’m actually weird for that or if it’s okay as long as I’m not delusional about it.. 

Have you ever felt like you like an idol too much? Or where you were close to actually falling in love with one? 

I don’t even know if what I said makes a lot of sense but I’d really like to hear some more opinions on that topic without being judged 🙃

Let me be the realest of realest of real with you. Anyone who’s judging you can suck a dick and not in the fun way. In the most disrespectful way possible.

It’s completely okay if your biases and the groups you love are the thing that makes you happy. Kick your feet, giggle, smile, feel good. Have a nice time. Be joyful. You’re not hurting anyone by doing that.

Would it be ideal if we could source all of those feelings from within ourselves? Totally but that’s just not the case . Life is fucking hard and it can be a struggle to make it through the day.

It doesn’t matter what the people judging you wanna say, they’re into KPop because it does the same thing for them. They can pretend that the entire industry isn’t one big parasocial relationship factory but they’d be lying to themselves.

We love our biases and our groups and the music and the concerts because they make us happy. They bring light to our lives. And yeah sometimes you’re super duper into one of them but so what?

I gave up KPop after first getting into it cause friends shamed me for loving it so much but I got back into it and I love it more than ever now liiiiike Hyungwon from Monsta X is my man period. I’ll go to war over my lil 6ft tall chronically sleepy turtle boy lol

All of that is fine and if anyone ever gives you shit TAG ME. GIVE ME THEIR INFO. I got your back 💜

[bisluthq]

Someone give me a lobotomy, I've come across ppl unironically asking "do you think she will announce her engagement on stage 🥹🥺😍 and then post the ring on Instagram" 💀💀 no the fuck she WON'T bc unlike y'all she isn't a freak nor is she an exhibitionist in the way y'all want her to be😭 she's simply not hiding anymore but that doesn't mean she'll suddenly stop caring about her privacy, thinking she'll announce her engagement is one thing but seriously debating if she'd do it onstage is simply not knowing who you're stanning liiiiike 💀

I do think there’s a possibility she announces it over this weekend and if that’s the case imho it’s less about petty queen and more that that is her favorite city in the world and I could see her wanting to like “reclaim” it and make special new memories. I’d be stunned if she did it on stage. I also won’t be at all surprised or disappointed if she doesn’t because, while I think her and Travis are very serious and very much intending to get married in the not too distant future, I personally think it’s a little too soon given 1) the chaos she had in her life last year 2) the fact that they’ve both been SO busy and at most spent like 2 months uninterrupted time together if even that? I think it’s more like a couple weeks at a time and often on holidays which isn’t really indicative of much. If I were them I’d be planning for like next summer when they’ve had more time to get to know one another. But I also won’t be shocked or disappointed if they do it sooner because they really do seem to get along grand and both clearly want this rn and everyone around them seems to think it’s a great idea.

[silverzoomies]

20 questions for writers. i'm really bad and boring with these sorry

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @taintandviolent

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 !!!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

131,983 !!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

atm i write for x-men and american horror story. but i've written for other marvel stuff, always sunny, mystery science theater 3000, gotham, stranger things, and even austin powers lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

naive pig (stranger things), judgment clouded (moon knight), honeysuckle, maternal, and a filthy little fic called Uhhhhhhhh (also stranger things)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i usually don't !! lol i'm tryin' to respond more often. but i'm just too shy for that shit sometimes, sorry

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the long form fic i've been workin' on for two years now. i haven't posted it and probably never will LMAO !!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

all the peter ones have pretty positive endings, i think !!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

only like once or twice? mostly just criticism. which is fine !!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kinds?

i write filthy degenerate bullshit and if my southern traditionalist conservative baptist mom knew she'd be so disappointed

10. Do you write crossovers?

kinda? i write marvel universe crossovers, i guess !! i also rp crossover universes A LOT. like some multiverse, childhood imagination on the playground level shit !!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

recently had a fic concept stolen for a character ai chat. that's fun !! but technically i don't own concepts. so it's fine

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nah

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

y'all ain't gonna have any idea what i'm talkin' about. but i'm batshit over tv's frank/dr. forrester from mystery science theater 3000. also charles xavier/erik lehnsherr is a classic

i'm also a diehard peter maximoff/logan howlett truther sorry but liiiiike that dynamic is cute af to think about !!

15. What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the long form fic i mentioned earlier. the one i've spent two years on? as time passes, it feels more and more cringeworthy. as much as i love it, i don't think i'm gonna finish it. which sucks !! i'd love to see it fleshed out !! even if the end result was super lame !!

16. What are your writing strengths?

writing too fuckin' much too fuckin' often idk

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I could make a power point honestly ,,

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i've done it before !! i know basic children's level russian !! lol i think it's all about research and respect !! and if you can, always look to native speakers for help !!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

big time rush definitely. big time rush got me into fanfic wayyyy back in 2009 !!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i fucking love screwball so much. so so so much.

uhhhhhh tagging is hard and i'm shy idk do this if you want !!

[racetrackthehiggins]

@mayjorlin @findafight @beidouwanning muahahahah you've fallen into my trap!! (sorry its taken me a minute to reply, i wanted to do this on my computer not phone but there's been no time bc children)

i havent watched fmab since it first came out so excuse anything im remembering wrong

1) i hated the pacing. the first like....third was slow as hell and the last bunch of episodes take place over a matter of like a day, which made it hard to watch one at a time

2) a lot of concepts were backloaded (i felt) which is a problem the original anime had too but it had less concepts characters and ideas to introduce in the last like 1/3

3) i find mei and her panda really annoying. like i know its an action comedy but sometimes the comedy felt out of place to me.

4) i don't like that they white washed rose!!! i dont think shes necessarily a poc in the manga but she was in the first anime (and since really the only poc we see in the anime are the ishbalans, that's kinda interesting there are things to be discussed). i just feel like once a canon color design for her was established why walk it back, you know? turned me off. liiiiike cmon.

also this is even more personal but i like the themeing of the original way more. i think the more in your face comparison to our world war atrocities was more interesting than Fight With God