#if you want specific tips for any one of these send me another ask and I am happy to elaborate further!

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

do you have any tips for Americans looking to move to Australia?

yes! under the cut because this is LONG.

there are 3 ways you can get citizenship here; via skilled occupations, school, or a WHV.

Skilled Occupations. If you google "Australia skilled occupations list", a list of them should come up. Basically, order to gain citizenship here, you need to score 30 points on a 40 point test; having different abilities gains you more points etc. You gain and lose points for things like being a native English speaker, being between 27 and 35 (this is the age range worth the most points; they go down on either side as you'll "contribute" most to society if you arrive between those ages), but you almost 100% for sure cannot score enough points to pass if you don't have a skilled occupation. They update this list every so often, but if you're not going via the other 2 options I'm about to list, you'll have to get a "non sponsored" one off here. It includes everything from plumbing to nursing to pilates instructor, etc. more trade-based stuff but there's some random shit in there. you have to have proven qualifications that you can do this job, and experience with this job in the US. You get additional points, and way more jobs are added in, if you agree live in a remote area when arriving to Australia for 3 years. If you get this with a regular skilled occupation, you get approved for the visa and then can find a job after. There are also "sponsored" occupations on this list, with WAY more job options, where you get an employer first and then the employer co-signs on the visa, but you will likely not get one of those without one of the following:

Working Holiday Visa. This is what I'm on! A working holiday visa (462 is the visa type for Americans, not to be confused with the way more lax 417 for British people) entitles people under the age of 32 (you have to apply before your 31st birthday and then have one year to enter the country) to work in Australia for 1 year, theoretically to supplement your traveling [I am not traveling]. If you spend 88 days of this year working in hospitality in a remote area [basically, the middle of the outback or the far north tropics] or on a produce farm anywhere, that 1 year gets extended to a 2nd year. If you spend 6 months of the 2nd year doing that type of work, you get extended to a 3rd year. The 2nd and 3rd years don't have to be redeemed right away; you can go home for a couple months or years in between if you want. So what one would do, if they're after citizenship, is spend the first year living and working here to build connections, do the farm work, and spend your 2nd year acquiring a SPONSORED job from the skilled occupations list! I have known people who are sponsored by their employers as a massage therapist, as a nail tech, as a bar manager, etc. You can also do it with 9-5 type jobs; Graphic Design is on the sponsored skilled occupation list, and that's the pipeline I have been seeking to go down since I planned this out.

Student Visa. this is the hardest of the 3 just because it's the most expensive. I almost did this one with an actual degree when I was 18 because at that point I was about to be spending a shitload on school anyway, but I chickened out. Something worth noting is that you can go to school for ANYTHING and be eligible for this, so a lot of people with no other options will go for the cheapest trade course they can find a class for and do that. Anyways, on a student visa you're allowed to work 20 hours a week during the time you are in school, and then have a 9 month grace period after you complete your course where you can 40 hours a week before you have to go back home. Similarly, you would use this grace period to find an employer willing to sponsor you.

Get married. If you can't find a job on a student or WHV for sponsorship, I guess just find a husband.

hope this helps and isn't just telling you stuff you already know! my main tip is that you have to be IN the country to get a less-skilled sponsorship, so I would either REALLY say you're gonna do it, and start a career in one of the skilled ones in option 1, or just get on over here on a WHV or student visa and figure the rest out as you go :)

[squoxle]

Hi ! Could you write something where like y/n is sucking or playing with heeseungs dick & she just got her fresh nails done and they’re pretty and EVERHTING & she poses with heeseungs dick and adds a bow …

(Sorry for taking so long to respond to your request)

French Tip ~ L. HS

pairing: sugar-daddy!bf!heeseung x babygirl!gf!reader| wc: 1.3k | plot: after getting your nails done, you're excited to show Heeseung your fresh, new set. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! blow job, boob job, hand job, basically touching his dick in every way possible and snapping a few pictures lol bc why tf not (there're also a few cute moments hehe)

Having your boyfriend pay for your nails was nothing out of the ordinary to you. He did this almost every week, or whenever else he thought they should be done.

Sometimes you would ask for his input, but today was not one of those days. You wanted to surprise him with a fresh, natural-looking set.

French Tips...

"When you finish getting your nails done, send me a pic. I wanna see what they look like," he said before kissing you on the cheek. You could still smell the scent of coffee from this morning in the air.

That alone was addicting enough, but when the scent of his Channel cologne was mixed in only one thing was on your mind. And that was getting back in bed with him. Or at least pleasing him while he tells you how pretty you look.

"Okay," you smiled softly as you looked into his sweet doe eyes. You pulled the gold chain of your black clutch bag over your shoulder as you headed out the door.

You would've loved for him to take you to your nail appointment today, but he had some business to take care of at home. To be specific, he had a very important meeting over Zoom with a few of his colleagues concerning a very important business deal, which he made crystal clear to you the day before.

Before heading to your appointment, you stopped to place an order for some desserts. Heeseung planned to have a business party next week and he left you in charge of the food.

"Why do you want me to do it? Can't you just hire someone else to take care of this," you asked, not because you had a problem with it, more so for the reason that you were honestly curious.

"Well, you have good taste," he smiled.

"Mhm, sure I do."

"Well, that and you taste good," he smirked, pulling you close to flick his tongue across your lips.

You took a sip from your water bottle as you walked into the beauty salon. "Good morning, Dear. Are you here for your 9 o'clock appointment?" Mrs. Yanez asked from behind the desk.

"Yes, ma'am," you smiled.

"Alright, I'm just gonna log you in," she said as she clacked away at her keyboard. "Do you know what you want to do today?"

"Yes, I'll need a full, fresh set along with a mani-pedi."

"Did you want a massage as well?"

"No, that's alright."

"You sure, it's 30 percent off today. Plus you've accumulated a total of 1500 pretty points with us."

"Hmm, well I'll definitely use those points another day," you smiled. "And as much as I would love a discounted massage, I kinda wanna get back home a little early today."

"Ooh, Mr. Lee must be home today," she teased.

"Yes, he is," you chuckled.

"Well, then I won't keep you waiting any longer," she smiled before pushing a small black button. She often reminded you of the tía-sobrina relationship you never had. You could talk to her about anything, and trust me...she wanted to hear it.

"Right this way, Miss," a masked employee nodded as you followed her to the back. You giggled as Mrs. Yanez playfully waved to you with a smirk on her face.

You sat down in a soft leather chair as you explained what look you were going for today. "I would like a natural-looking set. Almost like French tips, but with natural shades."

"So no white tip?"

"Well white like the color of my natural nails," you explained pointing to the whites of your nails.

"Okay, perfect. I can do that for you. Gloss or not gloss?"

"Gloss," you smiled, as the lady turned around to pick from the colors on her shelf. A nude color, an off-white color, and a pale yellow--which she mixed with the white to match the natural color of your nails.

Having a custom color mixed made your nails feel pretty unique. Plus, this was a style you never tried before, so you were excited to see how they'd come out.

After about 45 minutes you were ready to go. Two people ended up working on you which sped up the process.

"Tell Heeseung I said hello," Mrs. Yanez smiled as you walked out.

"I will," you chuckled as she waved to you.

You climbed into your car before heading over to a nearby boba shop to pick up some drinks. Matcha for you and brown sugar for him. You liked extra boba and he liked extra syrup. These were little details you could never forget.

*Click* you snapped a shot of you holding the brown sugar boba because it looked better with your nails, even though it was for Heeseung.

Within seconds he opened the message and hearted the pic you sent. "They look nice, babe," he texted. You were surprised he even said that much.

"Maybe his meeting hasn't started yet. Or maybe they canceled it," you thought to yourself. Either way, you couldn't wait to get back home.

"Heeseung?" you called out as you stepped out of your shoes. Your car keys, clutch bag, and phone balanced between your fingers as you carried both of the drinks over to the counter. You had drunk about a fourth of your by the time you made it home.

You placed yours on the counter as you walked into his home office.

You knocked softly as you opened the door. Heeseung didn’t say a single word, but the look on his face told you everything. “I’m a little busy right now, babe. You can come back later, okay.”

You paused in both shock and embarrassment for a moment before a cheeky smirk appeared on your face. You closed the door behind you before walking over to his desk.

He was trying his best not to look at you, but you could tell he wanted to.

You placed his drink on the desk next to him before crawling under the desk. As professional as Heeseung tried to be at times, he loved wearing his sweat pants and you liked them too.

They were comfortable and made pulling his dick out so much easier.

You fiddled around with his drawstring causing him to wiggle a bit from your touch before you managed to get his dick out. You felt him harden between your palms as you stroked him up and down. That's when an idea popped into your head.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a shot of his tip against your tongue. You placed your phone down beside you as you began to suck him off. You felt him lean forward slightly, trying his best to contain his excitement.

You kissed the head of his dick to give him a chance to readjust himself. You could hear the voices of his colleagues coming from his computer as you continued to suck him off. You pulled back to unbutton your blouse using your tits to take the place of your hands as you jerked him off.

*Click* you took another pic of his dick nestled in between your tits.

You traced your tongue up the length of his shaft before taking it back in your mouth. It wasn't long before you heard him getting ready to end the call.

You looked up at him from under the desk. "Couldn't wait until after my meeting," he asked with a smirk.

You shook your head no as you continued to bob your head on his cock.

"Did you at least enjoy yourself?"

"Hmm...almost. I still feel like I'm missing a little something."

"And what would that be?" he asked cheekily, though he was fully aware of what you wanted...especially after you opened your mouth to tap his tip on your tongue.

He grabbed your head, shoving it down as he pumped himself into your mouth. Just as he was getting ready to cum he pulled your head back to coat your tongue.

*Click* He took a photo of your sitting between his legs with his cum all over your tongue and a dazed look on your face.

He paused to tap away at his phone before sending a pic of you with a bow edited on your head looking completely cum drunk.

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[armoricaroyalty]

Get ready for Simblr Bingo!

Simblr Bingo is a week-long event themed around community and engagement. The goal is to send as many asks, leave as many comments, and reblog as many posts as possible in a one-week time span.

To help you on your way, you'll get a unique Bingo Card with a variety of different challenges. For example, you might be tasked with Sending an anonymous ask to a mutual or reblogging a post featuring an elder Sim. Your goal is to complete as many challenges as you can and rack up the bingos!

How to Participate

It's simple! To get your bingo card, click here, then click "Play" and then "Player." Starting on Sunday, October 6th, post a screenshot of your bingo card with #simblr bingo (and link back to this post, if you can!)

Throughout the week, keep your eye out for chances to complete goals and mark off spaces on your card. You can either edit your downloaded card in an image editor or mark off your completed goals on the bingo website (be sure to bookmark your card!)

Rules for playing

No double-dipping! There might be some overlap in some of your challenges (for example, you might have squares that say Reblog a piece of CAS CC and Reblog your favorite hair) but you can only complete 1 objective at a time. To mark both as complete, you'll need to reblog 2 posts.

Spread the love! Try to engage with as many different people as possible. You might be able to complete your whole bingo card by going through the archives of a few friends and mutuals, but that's a lot less fun than seeking out new people to engage with.

Be nice! A few of the challenges say specifically to compliment someone on something, but that doesn't mean you can be a hater for the rest of the prompts. Focus on spreading positivity.

Can I generate a second card?

Yes! Follow the steps above, but open the card in a private window.

Are there any themed bingo cards for specific simblr genres?

What a specific and leading question! Yes! Below the cut, I've made a royal simblr bingo card featuring challenges specific to royal simblr. If you'd like to make a card dedicated to your favorite genre, follow the instructions on the website and send me the link. I'll edit the post to include your link!

Ready...set...bingo!

Themed Bingos

Royal Simblr Bingo by @armoricaroyalty

Tips for making a themed bingo

Check out the Simblr Bingo Starter List

Come up with different prompts and challenges for each category (asks, comments, reblogs). A good bingo game needs around 75 items to ensure all players have unique cards.

I tried for 30 ask prompts, 30 comment prompts, and 15 reblog prompts. I want to encourage people to actively engage with one-another versus only reblogging.

Try to include prompts that encourage people to talk to new people, engage with new stuff, and seek out to posts that get less attention.

Keep it positive! Focus on spreading positivity and making it fun for everyone.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bowling Pin

Debut: Bowling

Yeah, Bowling! It's the pin, from Bowling! Bowling is a game, so it is fair game for this blog. And the pins are Weird Enemies! The whole point of Bowling is to Defeat as many pins as possible. You are taught to HATE them! It's messed up. I will teach you to love them.

When anthropomorphizing a bowling pin, are you on Team Face On Tip or Team Face On Base? I think both have their merits. Tip is good for if you want to give it a humanoid impression, like it could walk up to you and shake your hand. Hug you. Even... kiss you?! Base, however, is more of a creature, which I imagine waddling around on a bunch of legs or tentacles emerging from the bottom. It would hobble up to you and ask you, "Gleep gwanorb?" Answer carefully, or it might aim its Space Ray Gun at you! In the base design, the tip of the pin could be an antenna, or it could be read as a long-haired creature that tied its hair up in a tall bun!

You know something messed up? There are more types of bowling pins! No one ever told me that! The classic one we all default to is the Ten-pin, but there are two others! We'll get to them. Biologically, a Ten-pin must abide to the specific standards set by the United States Bowling Congress, adopted by World Bowling. They MUST be 15 inches (380 mm) tall, 4.75 inches (121 mm) wide at their widest point, and weigh 3 pounds and 8 ounces (1.6 kg), give or take 2 ounces (.057 kg). Wow! These would be some unrealistic standards to live up to, if these were not chunks of carved and coated wood produced specifically to match up to these measurements.

The reason the different pins are pictured with different balls is that they are used in different variations of the game! Candlepin is pretty self-explanatory. It's shaped like a candle. But Duckpin? That looks like a smaller, cuter, more marketable Ten-pin. What's its deal?

My first thought was, it's called a Duckpin because it looks like a duck! It has the one red line like the ring around a male mallard's neck, and it is rather shaped like a duck as seen from the front, overall! How cute! In reality, they are called Duckpins because the way they scatter when hit reminded a duck hunter of a scattering duck flock. Always comes back to violence with poor little Bowling Pin. They have it so rough! They could really use a friend, who's always there to pick them up when they're down.

Name: Pinsetter

Debut: Bowling

Pinsetter is just the sort of friend a Bowling Pin needs! No matter how many times Pin is knocked down, Pinsetter will be there to pick it up and put it back in its deserving spot. If any mean ol' stray Bowling Balls try to land a cheap hit, Pinsetter's sweep bar will block them. Play fair, you bully ball! Pinsetter's job used to be done by human Pin Boys, but there can still be a human in the mix, making sure the machine is clean, and unjamming it if need be. I can only assume this beautiful relationship between human and machine is just like that of horse and rider.

The more I think about it, though, is Pinsetter really helping? It's just putting the pins back in harm's way every single time, facilitating their unending torment. It blocks incoming balls, but only briefly, allowing them to crash through the pins as soon as they're all reset. Why does it do this? Who does it work for? Who is sending all these balls?!

...It's Pinsetter.

Pinsetter does not only set the pins. It detects the score, encouraging players to hit as many pins as possible. It returns the balls, giving them the weapons to do so. Humans think they're playing a game, but Pinsetter is playing them all! It controls the whole operation, driven by nothing but pin bloodlust! Maybe Bowling Ball has been misunderstood, another tortured soul, an unwilling pawn in Pinsetter's twisted game!

Bowling Pins are beautiful creatures. They belong in the wild, or with trustworthy, knowledgeable caretakers. To bowlers, they are an Enemy. To me, they are a Friend.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Kinktober day 3 | Ethan Landry x camgirl!Reader

Kinktober day 3: sextape (?)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, fingering (f receiving), cum tasting,

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‘’I’m not shy…okay maybe I am a little, but I just really don’t want anyone to recognize me. What if one of my professors sees me? That would be mortifying. I would have to change college and—’’ 

‘’Why would any of your professors watch my live?’’ you interrupted with disgust. 

There was a high chance that people you’ve crossed in the subway — or even at school — had seen your ass online, but you didn’t like to think about that. 

Ethan shrugged. ‘’A lot of people watch your live. You never know.’’ His eyes widened, another realization hitting him. ‘’Oh god, what if my dad watches? I’m gonna throw up.’’

‘’Make it two.’’ 

The thought of your boyfriend’s dad sitting behind his computer and jerking off to one of your lives was making you sick to your stomach. A few months ago, Ethan’s brother subscribed to your Only Fans and you had been so quick to block him. 

‘’Maybe we can figure out a way to hide your face? I could’ve blurred it if it had been a video, but you can’t do that on live…’’ 

Although you really wanted him to get on the live with you, you respected Ethan’s decision to not show his face on camera. Not everyone was comfortable to be seen that way online, and it was okay. 

‘’I have an idea!’’ 

You fished around your closet to find the Halloween mask you were looking for. You had used it last Halloween for some pictures and never wore it again. It should be somewhere with the bunny ears and matching tail.

‘’How do I look?’’ Ethan asked, his face covered by a Stab mask. 

You wouldn’t say psychopaths and killers were a turn on. You wouldn’t want Michael Myers to stick it in you, but you wouldn’t mind Billy Loomis or J.D. from Heathers railing you with their hand around your neck. 

‘’Fucking hot,’’ you replied bluntly, feeling an ache between your legs. 

Once your set up was angled to see a wider angle, you changed into a cute lingerie set and sat in front of the webcam, ready to start your live. There were already people in the chat waiting for you to log in, impatient to see the ‘surprise’ you told them about. They probably think it’s a new toy or that you’re gonna open up one-on-one videos again. 

The chat greeted you excitedly the moment you appeared on the screen, complimenting you on the baby blue bra and panty. It was Ethan’s favorite, so you wore it to get him more comfortable on camera. There were little frills on the shoulders of the bra and the sides of the panties, giving it a more juvenile and girly look. 

You were sitting cross legged on your bed while Ethan stood in the corner of your room, offscreen. ‘’Hi, everyone.’’ You smiled, waving at the camera. ‘’There’s so many of you today,’’ you said with amazement, seeing the viewers count go up every two seconds. ‘’Which is a good thing because I have a surprise for you.’’ You motionned for Ethan to come and he put on his ghostface mask, hiding his identity, and joined you on the bed, already shirtless. ‘’He’s a bit camera shy, so don’t be mean to him.’’ 

You kissed Ethan’s shoulder and the chat went wild with requests and tips for you and Ethan to do specific things. Some wanted you to choke on his cock or rail you until there’s tears running down your face, and there were also weird ones who were asking Ethan to sucking your toes. You held back a grimace. 

‘’Say ‘hi’ to our viewers, babe,’’ you told Ethan. 

‘’H-hi.’’ He tried his best to maintain composure, but his nervousness was evident in the way his voice trembled as he greeted the viewers.  

‘’My boyfriend said I’ve been bratty today,’’ you said to your viewers, running your hands over your thighs to make the tips increase. 

Ehtan sat still beside you, watching as you continued to interact with your viewers. He read through the requests as they poured in, his eyes widening behind the mask when coming across very explicit demands. 

‘’He said I needed to be punished for it. Do you think he is right?’’ 

On the screen, the chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, emojis, and various explicit comments. It seemed like your viewers were eager to see how this scenario would unfold. 

Big-cock001: Tie her up and don’t let her cum. Naughty girls don’t get to cum😈

cumfordaddy: Destroy her pussy until she cries and begs

‘’I think,’’ Ethan started, his voice, though still shaky, gaining a hint of confidence while he ran his finger along your jawline and down your neck. ‘’That you should get punished.’’ His hand went further down, following an invisible line down your breasts and stopping at the thin band of your panties. ‘’But first, brats don’t get to wear panties. Brats keep their pretty pussies free and open for business.’’ With a swift motion, Ethan pulled your panties down in one smooth tug, exposing your bare mound to the camera. 

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he pushed you down onto the mattress. You weren't entirely sure where he was going with this, but the continuous ‘ding’ of tips flooding in was a clear indication that your viewers were thoroughly enjoying the show.

Ethan finished taking off your panties and tied them around his wrist like a bracelet. ‘’Now, show me that pretty pussy,’’ he instructed, parting your legs gently, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as he did so. 

You looked up at Ethan, figuring where his eyes were through the mask, and grinned, feeling a wave of excitement wash over you. ‘’Is my pussy pretty enough for you, Mr. Ghostface?’’ you cooed playfully, flashing your best doe eyes.

Blood rushed down Ethan’s dick immediately, turned on by your words. He reached down to palm it through his boxers, barely concealed beneath the gray garment, and groaned as he felt himself throb with need. He wanted to tear the mask off and get his mouth on you, but that would reveal his identity. 

So he settled for spreading your folds with gentle precision, watching you glisten with arousal. ‘’So fucking pretty,’’ Ethan confirmed. He collected some of your arousal on his finger and brought it to your lips, waiting for you to taste yourself. 

The chat was blowing up on your laptop, more tips incoming. 

You hummed explicitly around his finger, making a show. 

Ethan's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you taste your own arousal. If possible, he got even harder. 

You reached between your legs to do the same, to make him taste you, but before you could reach low enough, Ethan grabbed your wrist and held it above your head. ‘’No touching. Just me’’

—

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[cripplecharacters]

do you have any advice/tips on how to write a cross eyed/lazy eyed/amblyopia character?

Hi, this is an incredibly broad question and hard to answer due to that. If you have a more specific question or a particular issue you're worried about, please send another ask with what exactly you'd like advice on.

The main tip I have is to not make the amblyopia/strabismus into a joke. Same with making the character who has it into the one comic relief character. To me, this trope was already tired and boring fifteen years ago and to this day it still hasn't managed to be funny once. Is an eye pointing a different direction really such comedy gold that writers (and, especially, artists) keep doing it to death? Just don't do this.

This doesn't mean that the character has to be serious or can't ever say anything funny. But the vast majority of characters with strabismus aren't even characters, they're one-off gags with no actual personality or even name. Or when they get a name there's an infuriatingly high chance that it will have “Derp” or some synonym for “stupid” in it.

Second - very much connected to the first one - tip would be to have a range in what a character with amblyopia can be. Again, there's more roles in stories than “comic relief”, “creepy old person”, and “this character doesn't actually have strabismus but I think it's funny for them to have it for this one drawing xD so random lol they have googly eyes”. Be creative.

The love interest can have hypertropia, the scientist can have exotropia, the ancient deity can be cross-eyed, the Mysterious Superhero can have hypotropia. Try to think outside the box of what characters get strabismus. If you want to do something awesome and never-seen-before, have multiple characters with amblyopia. Almost all media seem to have a cap on the number of cross-eyed characters set at 1 for some reason.

Other things cool to include would be mannerisms. A character with amblyopia will probably squint and tilt their head a lot to see better. I often close one of my eyes when I have to read smaller text or do something where I need precise depth perception.

For some people, glasses “fix” their amblyopia when they have them on. This can potentially work when the cause is a refractive error, mostly being very far-sighted. If it's caused by something else then they will probably have it visible all the time and everyone will have it visible when not wearing glasses.

Last thing, related to the previous point, is to consider why they have it. Most people will have theirs because of strabismus and refractive errors, but it could also be because the weaker eye is blind, because their eyelid droops, or be otherwise associated with the one billion conditions that cause strabismus. So while it's completely fine for them to just have it because of their eyes being crossed, they could also have it because of congenital cataracts or cerebral palsy. If you have multiple characters with amblyopia, you could have them have different disabilities (e.g., main character has a cranial nerve disease while their wife has Down syndrome).

I hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[deathbyoctopi]

Xuexiao Art Shoutout ^-^

It will be soon 2 years since I asked for my first art commission ever, after months of wanting to do so, but being deathly scared by it.

What if I ask it wrong, what if I don't like it, what if I pay but then it is a scam, what if it's too expensive and I have to back away in shame, what IF these are all my fears and I didn't even know any reliable artists or had asked any mutuals for tips or recs.

What motivated me for the big step forward was me writing a gift fic for someone very dear to me, which featured a piece of art within the story itself. It seemed so fitting, to make art for it. I held my heart in courage and dared to ask an artist I had seen here, in tumblr.

This artist was @wrathyforest.

Now, I don't remember anymore why I choose them. Probably I saw some xuexiao fanart by them that I liked, or saw somewhere that they were available for commissions, but the thing is with trembling hands I wrote a long dm asking about whether they would accept to draw an art such and such. This turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made in this website.

For the last two years, I've had the privilege of receiving more artwork by them, all xuexiao (because my BELOVEDS!!!) and all of exceptional quality and deep understanding of the characters. This is why now I want to make a little shoutout to these works, and to the process that went into asking them, in part to show other people how engaging, fascinating and rewarding it is to commission artist.

This is (with ONE exception) my little xuexiao art collection. Have at it!

Family portrait

My first art commission ever. My heart goes with it! This is the aforementioned art for the fic To carry a bit of yesterday, written for @itellmyselfsecrets97 and which features the Yi City trio going to make a portrait of themselves.

This was also very special to me, since it was only my second xuexiao fic ever written, and the first that was a self-contained oneshot. It must have left an impact, it remains a well-loved fic to the point that a fic was written from it (The Tell-Tale Art by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior).

I explained the artist what I needed from it, gave the full paragraph in the fic where they were described, and pointed out little details to adjust once the first draft was show to me (Forest, forgive me for being so picky with Xiao Xingchen's legs). I cried with the results.

My second commission came a few months later, with a pic for another work of art...

Defenseless

Now that I see you is an amazing fic by @10holmes with the incredibly exciting premise of a non-visually impaired Xiao Xingchen coming across Xue Yang, on the brink of death and... completely honest-to-god amnesiac.

I had followed this long project (still ongoing) for months, and had left some comments to the author, but at some point this sparse comments became a conversation, and the conversation a deep friendship... And there was a specific bit of their fic that remains one of my absolute favourite non-canon xuexiao moments.

Cue the art. In this occasion, I really wanted to make this as accurate and true to my feelings as possible, so not only did I send a detailed explanation and context (I would NOT expect the poor artist to read 30 chapters of a fic just for a commission!!), but also I made a little sketch. Me, who can't draw a smiley without botching it!

See if you can spot the difference:

You can imagine my shame and mortification to show this horrible doodle to any other human being, BUT the artist actually said this helped a lot to understand the positions, the intention, the expressions even, so it was a good call. I lost my fear of giving directions like that, and I have more-or-less tried to for all my other asks ^-^

The end result of this particular story is this and this:

My next commission was for something a bit more selfish.

Daozhang in a veil

I had in mind a story the premise of which was purely an excuse to put Xiao Xingchen in a dress, and what better than to have visual of that? The fic is called A Comedy of Yi City Errors, a light-hearted xuexiao adventure very fun to write and (I'm told) to read.

Once more, I made quite an explanation and provided a little sketch.

ANd once again, despite the terrible example, the concept that I wanted to send was received well enough and delivering again wonderful results. Look!!! <3 <3 <3

I love them so much.

Around the same time, I decided to make two gifts for what were then becoming my closest friends in this fandom (I think that must have been around some important festival or something) so I asked for these lovely pics next:

Prisoner Xiao Xingchen

Art for the fic The Prisoner of Jinlintai by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior, which is a treasure I recommend for anyone who loves canon divergence and enemies-to-lovers done just right!

And this:

Mermaid Hunter Xue Yang

The beautiful mermaid AU Down in the Black Sea by @10holmes, which is cute beyond compare and inspired another fic I wrote in which I brought that pirate and merman couple to sneak into Versailles. Random anecdote is random.

Anyways, this last one didn't come with a sketch, but I MUST show you my rendition of Xue Yang by the cell door for the earlier fic >w< and the first sketch they did, which is unbelievably cute. See if you can tell which is which.

See? Completely undistinguishable! XD

As for the next, this is a cute little piece I commissioned to celebrate a beautiful friendship.

Under the rain

One of the first xuexiao fics I remember reading was The Taste of Rain on Skin, and once I had the opportunity to meet its author, I could not let something so special pass. Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen look so lovely in this one, so lively and happy and free...

By the way! Notice from my sketch that the artist was the one who made me realize... uhm... Xue Yang should NOT be holding Xiao Xingchen with his left hand, right?? XD So the running direction was reversed >w<

Well, what I want to show you next is something truly exceptional

Pleasure Yang

Not long ago, i was unbelievably surprised with a gift by a group of co-conspiracists I will call... Lionforest. no... Wrathyfish. Hm. It was an amazing surprise, which made me incredibly happy. Art for one of my fics!!! And a very sexy one, at that!!!!! >w<

Just, just look a it!

Look at that cheeky Xue Yang! Xiao Xingchen's fascination with that sexy ruffian!! Song Lan's discombobulated face! This is no more, no less, what I had in mind when I wrote Gentle breeze, cold frost, sweet crimson drizzle, and I could not be happier for it if I tried.

Thank you, you two ❤️❤️

And now... the last pic was spicy. The next is Wei Wuxian-approved congee.

Ok next, the spicy goodies >w<

There is a certain piece of art I still am keeping in my pocket, which one day I hope to use for a spicy Xuexiao fic. At any rate, it is another masterpiece by Wrathyforest and it deserves to see the light of day, finally.

I swear, every time I look at them, they feel so alive. The details!!! The expressions! The obvious and wonderful love! The other things this picture has to offer, omfg the first time I saw it, it was PERFECT!!!

(before you ask, yes. This also has a sketch XD)

In conclusion

I hope you have enjoyed my little collection. Look at all the xuexiao art we have, and from one incredible talented artist. I am over the moon with every single one of these pieces!

Artists deserve so much love and admiration. Greet your local artist, comment on their content, even if it's just a random keysmash, I can tell you as a writer that seeing these kinds of notifications are soul-repairing.

And if you take the step forward and talk to them, (and you SHOULD!! don't be shy, it is really engaging to get in a conversation!), I can guarantee you that you will make a person's whole day.

This is me, showing appreciation for this lovely art. Share it, comment it, love it. The love and passion we all share in fandom is fragile, but it is also so, so precious.

[kirstoons]

SDV Sebastian x Female Farmer (Yandere)

Author: Me (kirstoons)

Editor and Queef: @gayrahim

TRIGGER WARNING: NSFW, 18+ content, MDNI

Chapter 2

Summary: After you depart from his house, Sebastian starts setting his plan in motion. This chapter also gives you a sneak peak into his perverted mind.

After you leave Sebastian’s house

Once you’re out the door, Sebastian immediately starts making plans. This is far too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. Just like in Solarian Chronicles, he is in control of the board and just needs to make the path clear for you. To do so means to make alternative paths… inaccessible.

Robin gives Sebastian a small look of surprise saying, “I’m surprised you’re being so hospitable.” Sebastian paints an expression of boredom as he replies, “yeah, well she is basically part of our group now. I should be friendly, at least to keep the peace.”

Robin gives a knowing nod, a little disappointed in her son’s answer. She kind of hoped that he was putting himself out there more but his response reflects only preservation of the status quo.

“So you’re gonna be away working this week?”, he tries to get the answers he needs but also not tip his mom off about any of his intentions.

“Yeah, I gotta finish these blueprints tonight and have her approve them. If that goes well, I’ll prob head there tomorrow morning to start construction. I’ll be working pretty late so it’ll likely just be you, Maru and Demetri for dinner these next few nights. Try not to antagonize either of them, please?” She gives Sebastian a pleading look knowing it’s a hard task.

“Ughh”, Sebastian groans as he turns his back to her to walk to the basement, but he already has a wicked grin by the time he reaches the door. He plops down in his computer chair and takes a deep breath as he readies himself for the next part of his plan.

Later that evening, a small ding sounds from his computer sending him in an excited frenzy to get to the notification.

Email from: robin@robinswoodshop.sdv

To: y/n@pinkhillfarms.sdv

Hi y/n,

Here is an attached copy of the blueprints I designed. Let me know if you have any questions or edits. I was planning to head over to your farm tomorrow morning, after I get these plans approved. Also, the day that you can’t stay in the house should fall on Thursday, Fall 11. I’ll be sure to keep you up to date with any changes.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Robin

Sebastian downloads the blueprints onto his desktop and begins studying them thoroughly, typing notes on his other monitor as he peruses them. He then opens up the file in his editing software and starts to make a few adjustments. Some are small, like a larger closet, an access door from the house to the crawl space, large bay windows out front, and LOTS more electrical outlets and other cable hookups. Most of these would go unnoticed under that cute, oblivious nose of yours. He made sure to to use the most technical terms and odd specifications for all the electrical work, knowing that they’d confuse his mom, resulting in her asking for his help with installation.

Now for the more sizable changes. A small wood shelter to the side of the house that can be passed off as extra wood storage or whatever farm shit you wanted to put in there. He made sure it was the perfect location to obscure his motorcycle headlights for his “late night visits” and far enough from the house for the sound of the engine to not disturb your precious sleep. This change would be obvious to you but he knew he could pass it off as kindness from his mother who just appreciates her business. The last big change was that crawl space. Sebastian couldn’t help but think to himself what a lucky girl you are to be receiving a fully finished crawl space (an expense he’d have to foot but knew it was well worth it for his precious girl).

While finishing up his special tweaks, he received another email notification.

Hey Robin!

These look sooooo great! I’m so excited to get started! I only have one edit to ask and it’s super small. Could you install a security camera to my front porch? I bought the camera already, so it just needs an install. Other than that, the blueprints are officially approved :D

Thanks again!

Y/n

Even in email format you were adorable. Sebastian could feel his dick twitch as he read the email in your voice. And your compliance certainly helped. You definitely made his plans go a lot smoother and he couldn’t help but to utter “good girl” under his breath. He had already prepared for your response and had your email go straight to him instead of Robin. He then composed an email from your account to read nearly the same but asking for the additional edits he made. As he prepared a response to your email posing as his mother, there was a knock at his door.

Sebastian quickly and skillfully minimized the applications and opened a decoy webpage that had articles on Solarian Chronicle.

“What” he shouted in his typical annoyed tone.

Robin gently opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I know you hate when I bug you, but I just got an email from y/n about some edits on the blueprints. Everything is pretty standard but she asked for some internet wire stuff - or something like that - and, while most of the installations are easy, hers are pretty specific. I’m just a little out of my depth on this one so I was hoping that maybe you’d be willing to take a look and give me a hand?”

To his expectation, Sebastian threw his head back letting out an annoyed groan. “Fine, I guess,” he said in usual flat tone, even though he was thrilled to see his plans fall into place. Robin gave a warm thanks to Sebastian, trying not to gush over how happy she was to have him help her and retreated back up the basement stairs (making sure she closed the door behind her).

Sebastian, still playing middleman between yours and Robin’s emails, finished up the last of the emails, letting you know that your requests would be accommodated and giving a small heads up to the mini shelter in order to prevent you questioning Robin in person. He tilted back on his chair with pride at his tactical approach and flawless execution.

His thoughts turned from self praise to imagining the final outcome of all this hard work. You. You belonging to him. It made him hard just thinking about you being all his. His long piano fingers work their way down to the large bulge in his jeans. He gently cups it from below and gently rubs his thumb over his denim covered shaft. He lets out a satisfied moan as he melts away into his fantasy of you begging on your hands and knees for his cock.

Unable to pull himself from his imagination he hastily undoes his jeans, slipping them to his ankles, and reaches back to the drawer behind him to grab his needed supplies. He moves a piece of fabric to the desk and fishes out a pink bottle of lotion labeled with the scent “ sweet pea and cherry blossom”; the same lotion and scent you use. He squirts a generous amount into hand and swatches a small amount of the creamy, soft pink liquid under his nose. He takes a deep inhale of the scent and focuses back into his fantasy of you being so needy for his dick.

He starts stroking the length of his shaft as he imagines you on all fours, ass in the air, moaning and begging for him to satisfy you. He imagines your pussy’s lips dripping wet and trembling in anticipation and desire for him to stick it in you but he loves seeing you in this state and wants to tease you further into submission. All four fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock, now, and he begins making longer, faster strokes along his shaft.

He thinks of him teasing your soaked cunt with his index finger, circling your precious, little hole as you beg for him to be inside you. You’d even buck your hips trying to maneuver his finger inside you but it doesn’t work. He’d call you a naughty girl for trying a trick like that before he’s given you permission. He firmly slaps your ass as punishment and to reposition you. You let out a horny shriek as you can still feel the warm sting on your ass cheek.

Sebastian pumps faster on his cock, engaging his thumb to rub the underside of head, forcing him to throw his head back and release a deep moan. He sinks further into his fantasy. He imagines feather lightly teasing your clit, causing more of your juices to spill out. Your struggle breathes a clear sign of your stimulation. He runs his head around the edge of your hole as he continues playing with his favorite button. All the anticipation and teasing becomes too much for you and your plush, pink walls contract in orgasm, shooting your slick juices out and onto his tip where he was still making playful circles.

Sebastian was furiously fapping at that point, edging himself closer and closer to release. He knew exactly what would push him over the edge. He would gently scold you for cumming before he even got his dick inside you. He calls you a needy, impatient princess who can’t stand not having things go her way. He also reminds you that he didn’t give you his permission to finish. Even though you would still be coming down from the high of your orgasim, his scolding would leave you disappointed in yourself and on the verge of tears for not properly obeying Sebastian. Right as you attempt to form an apology, Sebastian rams his cock deep into your still gushing pussy. You let out a sharp yelp but Sebastian prevents if from escaping when he presses his mouth into yours.He then starts with a few slow pumps trying to give your tight pussy time to adjust to his long, thick member. But, similar to you, he can sometimes be a bit impatient and begins thrusting faster, harder… deeper. He can hear the sounds of your juices squelching with each thrust and the smell of your cum mixed with the scented lotion wafts up to his nostrils. He feels absolutely euphoric. His cock throbs inside your warm, sticky insides, indicating how close he is to releasing his load. It’s also clear to him that you are equally as close, due to the rhythmic tightening of you fleshy walls. He whispers to you, “be a good girl and take it all, okay? Only good girls get to cum.” You bite your lip trying your best to obey his commands but the pleasure is beginning to swell again and you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold on. Thankfully, Sebastian nears his climax, giving deep grunts with each thrust. “That’s my girl… such a good… obedient g-girl.” He pushes out the words in deep, airy breaths. “My perfect g-good gir…. fffff-f-fffuck”, he roars as his thrusts deep into your sloppy pussy, gushing his hot, thick cum into your velvety soft lips. As soon as you feel his sweet cream inside you, you immediately erupt into your own orgasm that clenches his dick, push out every drop of his cum into your overflowing hole.

Before he shoots his load all over his desk he grabs the cloth from earlier, using it to cover the end of his dick as he releases his actual load in real life. It pours out of him, soaking into the cloth and dripping down the sides of his shaft and hand. He lays there for a bit as his cock empties and he imagines what your face would look like when you orgasm. He wipes up the rest of the mess with the small cloth, now fully soaked in seamen and holds it in his hands, unfurled. Your pink and white panties, with a little lacey trim are drenched in his sperm. His dying boner twitches at the sight of them.

He gently places the cum-soaked panties in a ziploc bag and rummages to the back of his closet to pull out a large trunk with a lock. Fishing the key from his secret hiding place behind the outlet, he tenderly unlocks the chest and places his newest treasure delicately inside, next to the other pieces of his collection. He picks up one photo in particular to examine. The picture is of you looking over your shoulder toward the camera while reaching back to unhook your bra. It’s clear that the photo was taken unbeknownst to you and just outside your bedroom window at night.

Sebastian gives the photo a gentle, tender kiss as he places it back on the stack of what seems to be hundreds of others like it. He pushes the chest back into his closet and rehides the key.

After another masturbation session in the shower with his imaginary version of you (one where you needily ride his cock as he plays an online game sesh with Sam and Abigail), he cleans off and stations himself back at his desk.

“Time for the next phase,” he says softly to himself with a sly grin. He then pulls up the window on his computer that displays all the text messages on your phone. He sips from the cold mug of coffee that you had drank from this morning and begins typing away.

[indestructibleheart]

[Yet Another] 'Questions for Fic Writers'

I need to get back into the fic-writing mindset, so I'm posting my own list of writer asks. Send me a number (and feel free to reblog)!

What inspired you to start writing fanfiction?

How do you come up with your plot ideas?

Are there any specific themes you enjoy exploring in your fics?

How do you channel characters' voices and personalities?

What techniques do you use to create believable dialogue?

Do you prefer writing shorter, standalone fics or longer, multi-chapter stories?

How do you handle writer's block or moments of creative stagnation?

Do you have any rituals or habits that help you get into the zone?

Have you ever collaborated with someone else on a fic?

What's your favorite part about the fic writing process?

Are there any tropes that you particularly enjoy writing?

Are there any clichés or tropes that you actively avoid in your fics?

What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

How do you go about researching details or canon information?

Do you plan your fics or prefer to let the story unfold as you write?

How important is it to you to stay true to the original creator's vision while writing fanfiction?

What's the most memorable comment or review you've received on one of your fics?

Are there any fics or authors that have been particularly influential or inspiring to you?

What's the most unusual or unique setting you've used?

How do you approach action sequences or intense moments?

Have you ever used fanfiction as a way to explore your own emotions or personal experiences?

What role does humor play in your writing? Do you enjoy adding comedic elements to your fics?

How do you write endings for your fics? Do you prefer open-ended or conclusive conclusions?

What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

Are there any specific writing tools that you find helpful?

How do you approach plot twists or surprises in your fics?

What two (or more) fandoms would you like to see a crossover for? Would you ever write it?

What's the most ambitious or challenging fic you've ever written?

Are there any characters, relationships, or general character dynamics you've never written about but would like to try?

How do you handle writing multiple storylines or subplots?

Do you prefer writing from a single character's perspective or switching between different viewpoints?

Have you ever participated in fanfiction contests, challenges/fests?

How do you incorporate world-building elements into your fics?

Are there any fic writing tips or tricks you've learned along the way that you'd like to share?

What do you enjoy most about being a fic writer?

[valkyriepirate]

Elrond x Reader- Always Been Yours

Summary: You and Elrond have been close for many years because of your positions on the council. When an army of orcs unexpectedly attacks Lindon while Elrond is away in the dwarven kingdom, you become near-fatally wounded in battle. Elrond rushes home to find you barely alive, calling the name of your lover in your sleep. Little does he know you are dreaming of him. 

Word count: 4.9k words

Warnings: Battle violence, fluff <3

#1- Always Been Yours

Spring had finally arrived in Lindon, and the air was thrumming with the promise of life. A fresh, warm breeze gently swayed the trees of the forest like a rebellious eddy on the open sea, lifting your long sleeves and carrying your voice to the sky. It wasn’t often that you sang on the palace grounds; while you had a beautiful voice, you never prided yourself in it, but the day was far too beautiful not to let it fill your heart with joy through song. You could almost sense the flowers readying to break the surface of the soil and taste the dew that would settle on their leaves.  

You knelt next to a tree by the river, caressing the dirt with your fingers. Your mother had always said that the forest should be greeted as your dearest friend, for it was your greatest protector. As you ran your hand through the crystalline water, you could imagine her voice intertwining with yours, just like how you two would sing together all those years ago. Being here amongst the trees and the earth made you feel closer to her, as if her spirit lived on in the forest.  

“I didn’t know you sang,” a familiar voice from behind lurched you from your thoughts. You turned around, already feeling the tips of your ears heat in embarrassment, to face your longtime friend.  

“Anyone with a voice to speak can just as well sing, can they not?” You brushed loose dirt from your dress as you stood up.  

Elrond smiled, glancing politely toward the ground. “Many can speak, but not many can sing like you. Please- don't stop on my account.”

“I’m afraid that is a song for the wind and water, not for the ears of well-meaning friends,” you teased.  

“Then it would be best I said nothing at all,” said Elrond.  

“And leave me to go on with silent listeners nearby? I think not.”

You stepped out onto the main path, Elrond falling in step beside you. Even though you were reluctant to let him hear your voice, you felt comfortable in every other way around him. You couldn’t help the little spark of gladness that flickered in your chest whenever he was near.  

“What are you doing out here in the forest?” you asked, glancing sidelong at him. The sun was casting amber hues through his hair, making him look like a crowned prince.  

“Looking for you,” he folded his hands behind him. “The High King Gil-galad is sending me to Forodwaith to establish terms of trade with Durin and the dwarves of Khazad-Dum. He expects me to leave in the morning.”

“So soon? It feels as if you just returned from your last journey,” you said, trying and failing to keep the disappointment out of your voice. Seeming to hear it, he nodded regretfully.  

“Apparently I was specifically requested by Durin. The High King fears he won’t negotiate terms with any elf other than I.”

“Ah, I see. The dwarf wants another excuse to see you.”  

Elrond laughed good-naturedly. “I doubt that. I think I’m simply the one he wants to hit with his hammer the least.”

“You give yourself too little credit, Elrond. You have a spirit more kind and gentle than anyone I know. Even a dwarf can see that.”  

He pinked in the cheeks. “And I think you give me too much credit, (Y/N). Besides, the kindest heart in Eriador certainly doesn’t belong to me. I’m afraid that title is taken by a particular elf-maiden with a lovely voice.”  

A fluttering sensation enveloped your stomach, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. “When do you think you’ll return?” you asked evenly.  

“In a fortnight, perhaps. Though these trips always seem to take longer than initially planned. You know Disa’s hospitality.”

That you did. You considered the female dwarrow a dear friend. Your position as the general of the Sindarin army sometimes took you to distant lands across Middle-earth, and you had become acquainted with Disa in your travels long ago, before she had married Durin. Though you suspected you were in for a thorough scolding the next time you saw her, if Elrond’s account of Durin’s anger amounted to anything. Your kind were wont to lose track of the days, unlike the mortal races. It made you wonder how long it really had been since you’d seen Disa last.  

“Give her the warmest tidings from me,” you said sincerely. “I miss her dearly. How I wish I could accompany you.”

“I wish much the same,” said Elrond bashfully, not meeting your eyes. “The road travel can be quite lonely and tedious at times.”

“Here.” You bent and plucked a white-plumed daylily from a bush that was rooted in the stream, handing it to him. “Keep it with you. When you feel alone, you can pull it out and think of me.”

He handled the flower reverently, as if you had bestowed upon him a precious jewel. He looked up at you, the sweetest, humblest smile gracing his features. “I most certainly shall.”

The two of you talked far into midday, wandering the forest and ignoring the existence of your duties. Your heart began to ache the more time you spent with him, however, knowing that he was bound to disappear once more, and all too soon you bid him goodbye. There were several things concerning the Sindarin warriors to discuss with the king, and Gil-galad was not one to be kept waiting.  

You slept fitfully that night, Elrond’s face flashing in your mind every time you closed your eyes. You rose before the sun the next morning and raced as elegantly as possible to the road past the waterfall where Elrond was set to depart. Only the guards were awake, nodding respectfully to you as you passed. All of Lindon dutifully recognized your position as a war general even when you weren’t in your armor.  

As periwinkle streaks of dawn bled across the sky, you nearly began to worry that you had missed him, but your worries ameliorated when you caught sight of his robes by the front gates. Elrond was loading his supplies onto his horse, his face turned away from you. Silently, you approached him from behind, hoping you didn’t appear as if you’d rushed out to meet him in a frenzy.  

“Attempting to leave without saying goodbye, are we?” you said into the still morning air. Elrond looked up, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.  

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he tied one last knot around his knapsack. “I only wished for you to have as much rest as possible. It is early to be awake even for I.”  

“So you may say.” One side of your mouth quirked up. “Is everything prepared?”

“Yes. All I need is to collect my will to mount this horse and leave Lindon behind.” His voice caught as he said Lindon, as if he were about to say you.  

Your heart was buzzing inside your chest as if you were a restless bumblebee being separated from your flower. “Do not forget,” you reminded him softly, spotting the daylily tucked into his robe. You reached over and tenderly pressed the petals against his chest. “This flower means I am with you. You will be in my thoughts, Elrond.”

He held your gaze, his eyes filled with some deep emotion you couldn’t express. Gently, he grasped your hand and grazed your fingers with the barest of kisses. Physical affection was rare among your kind, particularly in public, though you sensed the only bystanders observing your interaction were the dandelions beneath your feet and the forest critters slipping between the trees.  

“And you will be in my heart, (Y/N),” promised Elrond. He was the embodiment of a dulcet predawn dream, the kind you wanted to get lost in forever, to never wake up from. Yet you knew both his duties and yours were to the kingdom before they answered your own desires.  

You gave his fingers a slight squeeze. “You will give Durin and Disa my best, will you not?”

He smiled. “I shall.”

“Do be safe. You have duties and friends to come back to, you know.”

“I will do my best,” he bowed. “I am sure my heart will ache with every step I take away from you.”

You parted, feeling as if you were forcing yourself awake from a pleasant dream, and watched as he mounted his horse and trotted away from the front gates. At the end of the path, he halted and turned to face you one last time.  

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he called.  

“Goodbye, Elrond,” you returned, and didn’t allow yourself to blink until he had passed over the hill into the far reaches of the forest, where the trees seemed to lean down and caress him with their branches as if he were not simply an elf, but a king venturing into a distant land, riding away with your stolen heart.  

*****

A harsh, screeching noise tore you from your sleep. With a jolt of panic, you bolted upright in bed, trying to collect your bearings. Liquid moonlight spilled through your leaf-paned window and leaked over the floor. You judged that it was a little over two hours past midnight. The horrible, dissonant noise seemed to come from all around you. You picked out the sound of Lindon’s warning bell from among the chaos, coupled with pained screams and the sound of something shattering.  

In a heartbeat, you leaped out of bed and grabbed your silver-plated longsword by the door. You burst out of your room and flew down the stairs towards the commotion. The clanging noises intensified as you ran to the royal courtyard. You deduced the source before you saw them- orcs.  

Dozens of the grisly fiends were pouring over the gates, brandishing crude, makeshift weapons and baring their black teeth. Several other elves had already arrived on the scene, defending against the attackers with deadly grace. Swords flashed and arrows flew under the silvery light of the moon, and blood the color of the night sky painted the ground before your eyes.  

You seamlessly entered the battle, lopping the heads off one orc after the other, not stopping to ponder how or why the orcs were leading this raid. Your senses clicked into the mode of war, as familiar to you as breathing. Within seconds, you had effortlessly picked out the opening points of the battleground that were most concentrated by the enemy, and called out regiment orders as more of your brethren rushed into the courtyard. The few elves donning soldier’s gear hastened to obey your command.  

You drove your sword into the gut of a nearby orc and sliced another in half at the waist. The rest of your thoughts fell away with every kill as you allowed your sword to become a part of you, as dexterous and fluid as an extension of your arm. Any sleepiness you might have felt was replaced by an acute focus of your surroundings.  

You worked your way towards the gates to quell the flush of orcs streaming into your territory. With a spin, you dropped three of the beasts at once, moving with all the poise and accuracy of an elven warrior. As you did, you spotted Galadriel at the far side of the courtyard.

You had to step over the bodies of your victims to make berth towards her in the rushing sea, as if you were caught in a dangerous dance between life and death. “Galadriel!” you yelled. “How did this happen?”

“Someone has left the anterior parapets unfortified,” she called back, ducking to avoid a swinging club. “These gates were open when I arrived!”

“How can that be? There are guards stationed here day and night!”

“I do not know. The Dark Lord must have found out about our affairs in Númenor. We are at half our strength. He senses weakness.”

“He won’t find any,” you gritted your teeth. You stabbed a nearby orc in the neck and spun to avoid the spray of black blood. If the Dark Lord thought catching you off your guard would give him the advantage, you were prepared to prove him wrong.

“There is something adrift about this attack. Something...foul. Within the kingdom.”

You raised an eyebrow, though it was doubtful Galadriel could see it in the dark. “You think there is a traitor?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or an intruder yet to be detected.”

This troubled you. You were the head of the Sindarin army. It was your job to keep the kingdom safe. If there was a spy under your nose, you would be the first to know about it. Yet with half the army stationed in the Southlands aiding the Númenorians, an attack could come from any side.  

Irrationally, you found yourself becoming steeped in worry for Elrond. It had been days since his departure, and if this orc army had advanced in from the south, it was likely Elrond may have crossed paths with them. While he was more than a capable warrior, standing alone against an entire army wouldn’t be easy even for you. You hoped he had already made it to Khazad-Dum...

Suddenly you cried out in alarm. While you were worrying about Elrond, an orc had approached on your left flank and slashed you across the shoulder.  

Focus, you reprimanded yourself. Do not forget the battle in front of you.  

You dispatched the orc quickly and kicked the dismembered helmet away. Then Galadriel screamed. You whirled around to come face-to-face with the largest orc you had ever seen.  

It was almost twice your size, and armed with a cruel-looking blade. Its armor was detached in places, as if it had outgrown its battle garments too fast for them to be replaced. Galadriel had taken a swipe at the exposed part of its hide, but her sword had lodged in its armor on an angle. In a blink, the orc slammed both its fists into her arm, emitting a sickening crack.  

Her sword dropped to the dirt. You rushed to her side, ferociously stabbing your sword through its calf. The orc roared in pain and slashed at you with its blade. You deflected and thrust upward at its chest, but its height momentarily gave it leverage. It swung again and you narrowly dodged what could have been a fatal slice to the throat.

“Archers, to me!” you yelled over the din of battle. Two elves equipped with bows and arrows raced toward you, taking aim. “On my count!”

You pressed forward, trying to prompt the orc to step into the open. Galadriel took position on your right, one of her arms hanging limply at her side. Together you attacked as fiercely as you could. You needed to wound it somehow and step out of range for your archers to have a clear shot. Any head shots would be futile against its obsidian helmet.  

You moved to the left, trying to keep it distracted, but the orc was swiping at you with its sword in one hand and swatting at Galadriel with the other. You ordered the archers to fire, but most of the arrows struck harmlessly over the thick armor. The ones that buried in its skin didn’t seem to slow it down at all.  

With a growl, the orc hobbled forward and shoved Galadriel to the ground. She cried out as she landed on her broken arm. Without hesitation, you lunged to put yourself between her and your attacker. It raised its blade above its head.

“Fire!” you screamed at the archers, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow down. Arrows flew. Your sword glinted in the light of the moon, sending the world up in a flash of white, and you swung.  

There was a thump and you looked to see the orc’s meaty arm lying in the grass, separated from its body. Its crooked fingers were no longer clasped around its blade. You blinked and gasped, suddenly hit with a wave of pain, and looked down to see that the blade was buried in your stomach.  

One of the archer’s arrows struck clean through the orc’s bare neck, and it was dead before it hit the ground. The sound of it rattled your brain. You felt blood gushing from your torso and trickling down the front of your white nightgown. Your hands grasped the hilt of the orcish blade, but you didn’t have the strength to dislodge it. Your knees gave out and you crumpled.  

Galadriel was frantically calling out your name, but her voice soon melded into the sounds of swords clashing and orcs roaring in the battlefield around you. Your vision went blurry, your lungs desperately searching for air; you were drowning, and all you could see was red before the night itself bled over the trees, overtaking your body completely.  

*****

Elrond rode on a steed of wind and rain. The sky over the next range of hills was darkening so quickly it was as if clouds of ink had been spilled from the heavens, leaking down to the earth in the form of icy droplets that stung his eyes and soaked through his cloak. His heart was pounding in tune with the beat of his horse’s hooves on the soil. Desperately, he pressed one hand against his heart, where (Y/N) had tucked the daylily. He had taken it out each morning of his journey and run his fingers over its soft petals, knowing that with every step he was farther away from her, but feeling her presence in his mind at the very thought of her face.  

He pictured her now and fervently prayed that she was unharmed. Elrond had only been in the dwarven kingdom two days when Durin informed him of the attack on Lindon. The report hadn’t come with many details, only word of casualties among the elves. Elrond was trying to ignore the fact that (Y/N) would have been on the front lines, leading the defense.  

He urged his horse faster. Lindon’s sunset-orange elm trees came into view. He sped into the kingdom, past the gates, and into the royal courtyard. The midnight battle occurred over a day ago, but Elrond could still see the bloodstains painting the ground, a canvas saturated with too much color. He averted his eyes as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the palace.  

Lindon’s exquisite halls, which usually shimmered with magic and light, were opaque and desolate, echoing the sound of thunder and rain pattering against marble. No one was about roaming the palace grounds. It almost seemed that the kingdom was deserted.  

He spotted Gil-galad as he turned the corner, standing in the hall outside the infirmary. The High King, usually so serious and serene, was gazing in concern at the inside of the room.  

“My King,” Elrond said as he approached. “I came as soon as I heard of the attack.”

Gil-galad nodded solemnly. “The Dark Lord sees too much. I’m afraid if he were to advance again, with double the forces, we may not be able to hold our position for long.”

“Our army. Is it...?”

“Intact? Yes. Yet not entirely stable. All we can do is wait and recover.”

“And the wounded?”

The King looked at Elrond and in his eyes was utter sorrow. “Perhaps you should go in.”

Elrond bowed, feeling as though his thoughts were laid bare. With his heart in his throat, he steeled his emotions and stepped into the infirmary.  

It was a wide, circular room, the far side bordered by an arched veranda that opened out onto a terrace with a view of the waterfalls. Curtains of leaves were draped over the arches to keep out the rain, cloaking the room in dim light. Cots layered with forest-green silk were placed evenly about the space. Nearly every one was occupied by a wounded elf. A handful of healers moved about the room, pressing cold cloths to foreheads and spoon-feeding herbal concoctions. A scatter of lit candles cast the place in a sleepy red hue like blood washing away in a river.  

Elrond walked among the wounded. Most of them were familiar faces. Some had sheets pulled over their heads. Others were so scarred and bloodied or covered in salve that he couldn’t recognize them. But there was one elf he was searching for in particular.  

He found her on a cot by the far wall. Her face was so gray that she looked on the verge of melting into a puddle of raindrops. Heavy gauze was wrapped around her navel up to her sternum. Her hands rested peacefully at her sides.  

Elrond’s heart broke at the very sight of her. (Y/N) looked so drained, so lifeless- the stark opposite of the lively elf maiden he knew.  

He lowered into the chair at her side and took her hand in his. Her fingers were like ice. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he whispered, “I’m here, hiril vuin. It’s me.”

She didn’t stir. Elrond could almost imagine that she was a statue made of marble, carved by a delicate hand, framed in stormy light. Her breathing was so shallow it was hard to believe she was alive at all.  

Elrond didn’t know how long he sat there, staring at her unmoving form. He murmured sweet nothings under his breath as he stroked her palm, as if his whispers would coax her from her sleep.  

A healer came by at some point to check up on (Y/N), but there wasn’t much to do besides dab her forehead with a cloth and make her as comfortable as possible. The healer hummed an old elven healing song over her before moving on.  

“Come back to me,” Elrond whispered as soon as the healer was out of earshot. “You are the light in my life, (Y/N). I cannot walk the darkness alone.”

He reached into his cloak and brought out the daylily. The tips of its petals were wilting, as if responding to the condition of its giver. He leaned over and tucked the flower into (Y/N)’s hair. “There was never a moment you escaped my thoughts,” he said. “You, nin lilui, my daylily, are my dearest friend. Yet you are also so much more.” A tear traced its way down his cheek and dripped onto her fingers. Elrond caressed her cheek, his voice breaking. “You are so much more to me.”

He stayed by her side as the night passed. Soon enough rogue streaks of dawn shone through the curtains. Weariness and heartache weighed him down, but he couldn’t sleep while she was like this. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids like she was trapped in a dream and couldn’t find the way out.  

Elrond pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Dawn is here, nin lilui. Do not let the darkness claim you.”

(Y/N) made a sound in the back of her throat. Her brow furrowed in pain. “Nin onlui mel...”

Elrond sat up straight. He searched her face for signs of life. “(Y/N)?”

She mumbled unintelligibly in Elvish. Elrond’s heart raced. “It’s me,” he said. “It’s Elrond. I’m here.”

“Nin onlui mel,” she muttered. “Mi van me, nin mel...”

Where are you, my love?

Emotions clouded Elrond’s mind in a swift blur. She was on the verge of consciousness. She was going to be okay. His daylily hadn’t left him. And yet a bitter taste filled his mouth.  

She was calling out for her true love. And it wasn’t him.  

*****

You ran through an endless forest. Black trees like twisting claws kept bursting from the dirt, redirecting your path. The hungry screams of your enemies echoed from all sides, and you spun in confusion and fear, unsure where to run. You had no weapon. Your nightgown was drenched in blood. Your heart beat frantically in your chest like you were a wild, hunted animal.  

You followed the line of trees, but shadows formed illusions in the darkness. The trees seemed to grasp at you, pulling your hair, tearing your clothes. Everything looked the same. There was no way out.  

The screams sounded closer now. You turned and ran, but the ground was wet and you slipped. When you got to your knees, you realized you had fallen in a pool of your own blood.  

Your vision was hazy, but you could see vicious shapes snarling and snapping out of the corner of your eye. You felt so weak, so tired. Looking up at the gray sky, you were ready to give up hope.

“Elrond,” you sobbed. You yearned for him with an aching you couldn’t express. The thought of him was like sunlight in this dark place. Your Elrond- kind as summer, gentle as a breeze. “Where are you?”

Your enemies howled, and the world was then no more.  

*****

You didn’t remember opening your eyes.  

At first, you weren’t sure what was a dream and what was reality. The shadows seemed to linger around your body, their wispy hands trailing against your skin. Your head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The gray sky had disappeared, and the light of day was pouring into the room from somewhere.  

You blinked, feeling like your eyelids were made of iron. Your entire body ached. An incisive pain ripped through your stomach as you woke, bringing your surroundings into focus. You laid on a cot in the infirmary. Sitting to your left was an elf with tousled brown hair.  

“Elrond?” you groaned. It was as if your throat had been charred with firewood.

"(Y/N),” he sat forward, holding your hand. In his eyes were a million emotions.  “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The sight of him was going to make you cry. “Oh, Elrond.”

He quickly poured you a glass of water and held it to your lips. “Drink this.”

You obliged, though just the movement of your neck set your torso on fire. You had been wounded in battle countless times, though never as bad as this.  

“You came back for me,” you said. Your voice sounded scratchy to your own ears.  

Elrond looked on the verge of tears. He smiled at you, and despite your pain, giddiness fizzed in your veins. “No sooner had I been in Khazad-Dum two days when Durin gave me word of the attack. I set off again that same hour. I came as fast as I could.” He looked down. “(Y/N), I am so sorry.”

“Elrond,” you reached out and cupped his face. “I am a soldier. Battles happen. Warriors fall. Nothing is your fault.”

He closed his fingers around yours. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were drawn and his hair was a tangled mess. You had the urge to run your fingers through it.  

“(Y/N),” he said carefully, “What were you dreaming of?”

You closed your eyes again, remembering the figures in the darkness, the gnarled trees moving you about the forest like a ghost, the way you were drenched in blood.  

“I thought I was dead,” you responded weakly. “There was darkness, and I was lost- there was so much blood...”

“You were calling out for someone in your sleep,” he said softly.

“I was? W-who?”

You saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke. “’Nin onlui mel.’”

Silence like an ocean stretched between you two. You turned to face the terrace, where the curtains had been pulled back to provide you with a view of the waterfall. “My true love,” you translated, unable to look at him.

He let go of your hand, placing it at your side. He didn’t speak for a long time. The silence was devastating.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. “Elrond-”

“(Y/N)-”

You turned to face him again. He didn’t meet your eyes.  

“It would be a lie to say some part of my heart does not ache,” he said. “Yet the desire of my heart is for you to be happy. I will not get in the way of your devotion to another.”

You tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea forced you back down. “Elrond, I don’t understand.”

“I am sorry if I have been a bother. It was foolish of me to think...to think with such selfishness.”  

“What are you saying?”

He glanced at you. “Whoever he is, as much as I wish not to be, I am, shamefully, envious. I only hope that you can forgive me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, Elrond, you don’t understand. There isn’t someone else.” You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Nin onlui mel. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His expression matched himself on the day you’d given him the daylily- as if your small kindness was as valuable to him as sparkling treasure. “Me?”

You nodded. “I cannot help it. You are the water to my soil; you have made spring bloom once more in my heart where I thought it not possible. You give me hope. My soul longs for you, nin mel. I love you as I love life.”

Tears fell from his eyes. He was beautiful. He brushed a stray curl from your face and murmured, “And to truly live is to love. Will you allow me to love you with all of myself?”

“My love,” you whispered, “I cannot live any other way.”

His lips were soft as he kissed your temple. He leaned his forehead against yours, and in that moment, you had the world.

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[jaylienpotter]

Rosekiller smut, requested by @star4daisy

TW: explicit sex, risky sex, blood, knife play, kink, dom sub, choking, dangerous behaviour, toxic relationship, dubious consent, mentions of necrophilia

2k words

Mental

"Hey."

"Oh hi. I thought you went to Hogsmead." Evan had stayed behind, not in the mood to be social.

"I was going to but eh. Dora is going with Lovegood, Cas is with Mckinnon and Reg wants to drink tea." Barty rolled his eyes, not a fan of the calm and quiet. He'd much rather a firewhiskey. "Besides, I don't have the patience to see him staring at Potter."

"Jealous?"

"Nah. I got a great boyfriend. And..." He got close to Rosier, holding his tie. "He's hot as fuck." Ev knew his boyfriend still had some feelings for their best friend.

"Is he?" Barty pulled the green and silver tie, slightly choking the other boy while pulling him for a kiss. They both smirked during the make out, fighting for dominance. At one point it became less kissing and more so sucking and biting, pushing each other against walls, clothes flying around.

"You're mine." Evan would make sure Barty remembered that. Possessive? Yes. But that's just how they were. Toxic. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

Barty squat down and grabbed the other boy by the legs, throwing him over his shoulder and then again on the bed, kneeling on top of his legs to trap him. For some extra dramatic effect, he took the pocket knife he had at all times (don't ask) and pressed it against the Slytherin's throat.

"I win." Ev bit his lip shamelessly, glancing at the blade touching his skin, his pupils dilating. A dark eyebrow raised and the knife was dragged down, the blade always in contact with skin, sending shivers. The heavy breaths turned into a moan when the metal touched a specific spot on his left rib.

Barty pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, wondering. His mischievous stare went from green eyes to a ribcage, where he made pressure, leaving a small cut.

"Mh- fuck!" It hurt. But pain wasn't the reason behind the grip on the bedsheets.

"Kinky bastard."

"Shut the fuck up." Blade back where it was at the beginning. "Careful with the neck!"

"I'm offended, Rosier! As if I didn't know where to cut and not to cut if I want to kill someone."

"That's hot."

"Yeah? Y'know what else is? The dirty sounds that you made just now." After whispering in his ear, Crouch bit it and sat, doing another cut without warning.

"F-fuck!" It was deeper. Not only did Barty press a little harder, Evan arched his back, digging the knife even further.

"Aww, you're bleeding." There was absolutely no remourse or guilt, the tone purely sarcastic. He cleaned the blood with his fingers, pressing the wound a little. His boyfriend's squirms got him hard, repeating the movement.

"Mmh... Barty-" Two bloody fingers were licked and sucked clean. It was wrong of Barty to do it. And wrong of Evan to like it. But fuck it. The blood was licked directly on the cut, unheavenly sounds dancing around them.

"You always did like my tongue."

"Shut the fuck up and keep fucking going."

"Bossy." One cut on his abdomen. Two. Three. The fourth on his inner thigh, his dick peeking out of the boxers. "Someone wants to get out."

"Don't you dare touch my dick with that thing. That goes past all levels of kink."

"Relax. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course not." The one on top wasn't even offended, simply shrugged.

"Fair. Don't worry, I like your cock too much to damage it."

"Good because if you do, I'm cutting off yours."

"Feisty." While kissing, Crouch started cutting the sub's boxers from the inside, the tip of the knife digging into his skin sometimes. When both sides were cut, the underwear fell out, revealing red, bruised thighs and a throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. "Aww, such a pathetic little whore."

That was it. The switch in the blonde's brain. Strength wasn't on his side, he was hurting from all the wounds, several of them slightly bleeding. No, he had to go for the surprise effect.

"How about you talk less and kiss more?" It did the work. Barty started a trail of kisses from his inner thigh (where he bit), to his cock, to around his upper half, licking the red liquid as if it was juice. He could be a vampire and Ev wouldn't be surprised. If anything, it made things hotter. When their lips finally met, Rosier turned them around, blade fallen from the strong grip.

"You little fucker." The gleam in those beetle eyes showed amusement. He would seem angry to everyone else, but not to his boyfriend. Those eyes also carried madness but that aspect was clear as glass. "Good job, I can't move. Someone's learning."

"From the best." Their kiss was intense, mostly tongue and bites, the taste of their salivas mixed with the iron from Rosier's blood. "Can I mark you?"

"Mark me?" Intrigued, suspicious. As he should be. "Mark me how, exactly?" The knife was held by a different hand, less harshly, more delicate, equally as deadly.

"With this."

"You want to carve into my skin?"

"Mhm. I want to write something." This was the part where people would fight for freedom, scream, or plead. Of course Crouch did none of those.

"You're mental."

"I'm mental about you."

"Alright. Do it." Green eyes turned dark, not many people got to see this side of him. If you did, you were probably dead afterwards. Evan hadn't finished the first cut before Barty started laughing. Laughing!

"What the fuck are you laughing about?? The fuck Barty?!"

"It tickles!"

"It tickles?! It tickles?! Bloody psychopath, you are. Fucking laughing, I swear to Merlin..."

"You're saying that as if it was a surprise. Come on, babe. I tried to poison my father. Twice. I carry a knife with me. I've done so much shit and only now you realise I'm out of my bloody mind?"

"Shut up. You somehow always surprise me. Now hold still while I write!" He tried, he did. But he couldn't hold in the giggles from the pain and the feeling of blood dripping down his waist or inner thigh. "Stop moving, for fuck's sake! It's cutting deeper than its supposed to because you won't stay fucking still!"

"What's taking you so long anyways? The fuck are you writing?"

"I'd be faster if you stopped being a lunatic!" He took matters to his own hands (quite literally) and choked his boyfriend, hoping he couldn't laugh without breathing. It worked, to some extent. Barty still moved and it was harder to write with one hand. "Done! Bloody hell." After a cough, Crouch slightly lifted his body to see what his boyfriend did.

"Did you fucking carve 'EVAN' on my crotch??" The blonde licked the bloody knife, his boyfriend licking his lips, momentarily forgetting his question.

"Yes. So when you or your dick think of someone else, you'll have this little reminder of who you belong to."

"You're so fucking possessive." He wasn't mad. If anything, he thought it was hot. Ev getting so worked up because of Barty's ex crush on Regulus, the darkness that possessed his eyes when no one else was around, the grip he had on his lover. If Rosier fell, you bet he'd drag him along. And Barty would let him.

"I'm just claiming what's mine."

"And I'm the psychopath?!"

"We're both mental, love. But I hide it better." Hot whispers sent shivers to the boy below, the tattooed neck was invaded with tongue, lips and teeth, used as a canvas to leave dark spots on.

"We got a problem. How are we going to have sex? That shit tickled at first but now it's burning, I don't fancy bumping it against you fast and hard, you know?"

"I'll fuck you, obviously."

"Can't bend my legs, tosser."

"You're fucking thick. Get up." Once on their feet, Evan pushed the other against the wall, grinding from behind. "I can fuck you standing up..."

"What're you waiting for then?"

"You're not stretched enough." Neither of them had monstrous dicks but it was still difficult to penetrate dry.

"Use a spell or spit then!"

"Bossy." He extended his hand in front of his boyfriend's face, who got the message and filled it with saliva. Ev stroked his cock to make it slimy and used the remains of the wet substance to prep the hole he was about to destroy. Two fingers in, curling and scissoring impatiently.

"Mmh- go in, I can take it." Lean fingers were replaced with a shiny cock, struggling to slide in. Both boys adjusted their positions and soon enough, Evan's whole length was buried inside Barty. He didn't wait for a sign, beginning fast harsh thrusts with no warning. "F-fuck!"

"You're mine, Crouch. Got it? Mine. If I catch you with someone else, I'm killing them and then you. And I'll fuck your body afterwards." The boyfriend laughed again, it was annoying yet hot. As if he wasn't taking Rosier's words seriously. But they both knew damn well of what each other were able to do.

"Yes, my rose. Don't worry, your dick is my favourite."

"Is my dick all you care about?"

"Of course." He didn't need to see Barty's face. He knew he was smirking. He wouldn't be after his cock got grabbed, the grip too tight.

"You sure?" The one in front of him groaned and panted, reacting just the way he wanted.

"Your- lips are quite good too."

"If you're going to act like a whore, I'm gonna fucking use you like one." He grabbed a fistful of dark hair, yanking it back. His other hand still around a thick cock. He drilled himself inside the slut's ass, the intensity higher than usual. He moved his hands to choke him and press on the 'EVAN' wound.

"SHIT! Fuck!" The gasps and silent moans brought Ev to his limit, filling up his boyfriend. "Hey! Don't you fucking dare to stop! I haven't finished!"

"Too bad. You don't deserve it." Crouch leaned back, trying to go after the dick pulling out.

"You're fucking selfish! I like all of you, is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes. But it's not enough. If you want to cum, earn it." A dark eyebrow raised in response to the smirk.

"If you're expecting me to beg, it's not gonna happen." Rosier wasn't going to back down, stubborn motherfucker. His boyfriend was one too, though. Plus stronger. He pulled blonde hairs and pushed down, pressing on one of the cuts to double the boy down.

"Ah! Fucker!" Having got what he wanted, Ev on his knees, Crouch forced his mouth open with his thumb and slid his cock inside.

"Bite and I'll cut your throat, got it?!" Green eyes looked up at him, showing defeat. He fucked that smart mouth deep and ruthlessly, making a mess out of his drooling boyfriend. Not even giving him a chance to breathe until he came undone. "Swallow." Rosier pulled away and opened his mouth, showing his clean tongue. Tongue he then used to lick along the bloody cuts he inflicted. "I still can't believe you fucking carved your name onto my skin. You're bloody mental." Getting up, brushing their lips together, Evan whispered in a hushed voice, just before pulling Barty in for a deep kiss.

"Right back at you."

[gojos-thot-patrol]

ignore that this is late, and short, it's been a hell of a week <3

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Synopsis: Nanami was always calm and composed, never losing his cool. It was a gift that became particularly handy when you were writhing on his cock, begging him to move, please. And he wanted too- God knows he wanted too. But you looks irresistible when you were this desperate, and he wanted to savor every second of it. Kinks: Cock Warming, Daddy, Degradation, Praise, and Edging

Nanami had always been patient with you, and now was no exception. He gently rubbed your hips through your slutty angel costume with his thumbs, almost smiling at the way you looked at him- with pathetic tear soaked eyes.

“Your s’ big..” You moaned softly, filling the sounds of his living room with your soft sighs. “It's too much..” It wasn’t fair. You were a shaking desperate mess, and Nanami looked as perfect as ever. Fake horns set perfectly on his head, red demon suit neatly fitted to his body- even the eyeliner along his water lines was smudged with perfect purpose. It all added to the intense arousal you were feeling, making you even more overwhelmed. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Nanami said as he wiped a tear from your cheek, “Daddy wouldn’t give you anything you can’t take.” He knows you can take him, you’ve done it countless times in the past. But, you always seemed to forget that fact when you were slowly sliding down on him, taking him inch by inch. Finally you were fully seated on him, letting out a shaky breath. You gripped the upholstery of his soft couch, trying to ground yourself. 

“Atta girl.” He praised. He loved seeing you like this, desperate and needy for him. He could feel your cunt flutter snuggly around him, and it drove him crazy. It was a feeling he was anticipating since he picked you up for the Halloween party, one he had grown addicted too. You quivered around him, taking him into your warm pussy and you tried not to focus on the way the fat tip of his cock rested on your sweet spot. If you did that before he started to move- you thought you might lose your mind.

You knew better than to ask for him to move. You knew better than to demand anything of Nanami. Patience was a virtue when it came to him, he’d give you anything you wanted with time. But, knowing that didn’t make waiting any easier. Patience may have been a virtue, but it was a virtue you severely lacked. 

“Aww, is my pretty girl feeling frustrated?” He asked as he brushed yet another overwhelmed tear from your face. You nodded, only for his fingernails to dig into your hips. You wouldn’t get another warning.

“Yes Daddy,” You confessed. He nodded his approval.

“Why are you so frustrated princess?” He asked with a slow roll of his hips, one that pulled out an almost pained moan from you. You moved to dig your manicured nails into him and bit your lower lip, fighting the urge to lash out at him when he didn’t move again. He couldn’t fight the small but wicked smirk that formed on his face as he took in your visage. Pent up anticipation taking over your entire body, your thighs trembling around his hips. God, he loved you. He loved how easily fucked out you were. He had barely even touched you and you were so so desperate for him. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a major ego boost.

“I asked you a question, brat.” He sighed, never happy to repeat himself. 

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered for your transgression, “I-I just want you so bad..”

“I’m right here Princess, you’re going to need to be more specific than that.” He hummed as he kissed your cheek. He decided to cut you a little slack, “Do you want me to fuck you Pretty Girl, is that it?” He asked with another teasing roll of his hips, sending sparks of pleasure through your core, “Do you want me to fuck you like the pretty little whore you are, fill you up like a slut?” 

“Yes, oh my god yes.” you begged. He could feel you clench around him, letting him know loud and clear how his words affected you.

“Yes what?” He was annoyed, but his tone was still laced with dark playfulness. 

“Yes Daddy.” You nodded and he ran his hand through your hair.

“You’ve been slipping up a lot tonight Princess,” He pointed out, “Do you really think you deserve to do anything other than warm my cock tonight?” Your eyes widened with panic at the mere suggestion he wouldn’t finish what he started.

“No daddy, please! I’ve been trying so hard to be good, please. I want you so bad..” you begged, “Please, let me be a good little cumslut for you.” It always made Nanami’s heart flutter when you spoke his language.

“Listen to you Princess,” He said, finally finally starting to move, rolling his hips up into you and finally giving you the friction you needed, “Begging like a whore for me. Do you even know how much of a little slut you are?” He asked. You moaned softly, moving your hips in time with his.

“I’m not a whore..”

“Yes you are,” He laughed, “Look at you, begging for me like a good little cocksleeve, fucked stupid when I’ve hardly touched you. You’re desperate for dick.” He smirked. He fought a moan as he bucked his hips up into you. Your thighs- plush enough to break an angel's fall- quivered around his hips and drove him feral.

And you were melting in his lap, the relief from finally getting fucked exploding in you and mellowing out into pure ecstasy in your core. Your body was always hypersensitive to Nanami, and his movements were quickly pulling you to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m-” You almost screamed when he pulled out of you, looking at him with desperate and angered eyes. Eyes that filled him with pride and a wicked sense of glee. “What, why-?”

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I Princess?” He purred softly to you, laying your back on the couch as he towered over you. You whined softly as you writhed under him. 

“No but-”

“No buts, you know the rules.” He said, slapping your pussy in warning. You yelped as he did, bending your knees as a reaction.

“Daddy! That hurt...” You whined, and he fought to not roll his eyes. 

“No it didn’t baby girl, you’re being dramatic.”

“Am not!”

“I’m going to do it again.” He said, and made good on his promise. It was different though, this time instead of shock, the lewd sound the slap made had you biting your lip as soft pleasure mixed with the pain. “Did you like that one Princess?” He asked. 

“Yes Daddy..” You knew better than to lie. 

“There was no difference between them. Daddy knows you better than anyone, baby girl, I won't push you more than you can handle.”  He promised. He leaned down and pressed a harsh yet measured kiss to your lips. One that was far quicker than you would have liked, and you found yourself chasing after him as he pulled back.

He moved down between your legs, kissing harsh hickies into the fat of them. He smiled at your dripping cunt, mouth watering as he watched it quiver. “Well, aren't you pretty?” He praised, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to him, “So wet and needy for me, begging for my attention.” He punctuated his sentence with a sharp kiss to your clit, “and so sweet too. Absolutely perfect.” He purred.

Finally his mouth found your clit, possessively spelling his name in your sensitive nub with his tongue as his fingers slipped down to work at your wet pussy. His thick fingers started to work into you, curling up into your soft sweet spot and leaving your back curling off of the couch. Bliss was quickly building up inside of you, sparks of fire threatening to catch and burn into an inferno. 

You were on fire.

Your hands fell down to tangle into Nanami's hair, pulling him closer to your needy core as you blatantly rode his face. A shiver of euphoria ran down your spine, and you whined softly as you realized just how close you were. 

“Please, I need to cum so bad-” You begged, only for Nanami to take your hands out of his hair and pull back. You considered violating the Geneva convention. You had been denied twice at this point, and quite frankly it just wasn’t fair. “Daddy, please!” You whined, tears of frustration pricking your eyes and falling down your cheeks again. 

“Don’t worry Princess,” He assured you as he kissed away your tears, “You’ve been a good girl. I’m going to get you off, but I’m going to get you off on my cock.” He threw your ankles over his shoulders as he sunk back into you, pushing his entire length in all in one go. A choked moan ripped through your throat as he impaled you, your sensitive pussy struggling to accommodate the sudden stretch. 

“You feel so good Princess,” He praised as he set a brutal but measured pace. “So warm and tight-” He fought back a moan, “You were made for me, designed specifically to be mine. I’m gonna fill you up so full, You want that sweet girl?”

“I want that so bad.” You begged, getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You were barrling to the edge of a cliff, the precipice of pleasure, at ten thousand miles an hour with no breaks. Your sensitive body was exploding with lust and ecstasy with every thrust of Nanami’s hips, and you felt absolutely delirious with need. The pleasure was pooling quickly in your stomach, and it was going to overflow.

“I’m cumming!” you warned.

“Cum for me Princess, cum all over your daddys cock.” You were under Nanami’s spell, your body at his command. The moment he gave you permission, you were coming undone. Your thighs tightened and trembled, body suddenly feeling so heavy and yet so light all at the same time as stars exploded in your eyes. Your brain dumped all of the dopamine reserves into your bloodstream, bliss and ecstasy overflowing inside of you. 

Your cunt gripped down on Nanani, pulling him what felt impossibly deep, and bringing him to his edge. He pushed himself fully in. Thick cockhead pressed against your cervix as he came deep inside of you, warm thick ropes of his load filling you up and warming you from the inside out. He fucked you for as long sa he physically could, riding you through both of your highs. A plethora of curses mixed with your name fell from his lips before he finally collapsed on top of you. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, before he moved both of you into a more comfortable position on the couch. His cock was still nestled inside your welcoming cunt. He justified it by not wanting to make a mess. He kissed your cheek as he cuddled you close.

“Did I do good?..” You asked softly, sleep already threatening to take you. Nanami smiled fondly and kissed you again.

“You did amazing my love,” He praised, “Now get some sleep.”

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[atiny-moon]

Warmup 001 - Yunho

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader

Tags: Gamer boyfriend Yunho, fingering, dirty talk

Word Count: 1K

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18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

It was sometime in the early evening on a lazy Sunday. You and Yunho had spent the entire weekend playing video games. Specifically, Valorant. He was ranked insanely high and after watching him play for a few rounds you figured it couldn’t be that hard. Pfft, yeah right. You sat down for what you thought would be one game and it soon derailed into an entire weekend. It’s not like either of you were complaining - if anything, it brought the both of you closer together to have a shared hobby.

Yunho stepped away from his computer for a moment only to return and find you in another match. He came to stand behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Using that calming voice of his, he coached you until you were the last player standing. He leaned in close and whispered, “If you win this I’ll make you cum.”

You could feel your face burn up with a blush. You sat up in your chair and carefully tiptoed your way through the map. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of red. You reacted before you even knew what it was only to have the ‘WON’ banner flash across your screen. Yunho squeezed your shoulders and placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, “Good job, babygirl.”

You squirmed in your seat at the sweet sounds of Yunho’s words. And he said it so close to your ear too. The warmth of his breath initiating a wave of goosebumps to rush over your body and settle in-between your thighs. You hummed slightly and leaned your head to the side, allowing Yunho more access to your neck and shoulder. He was all too keen to kiss the exposed skin. Trailing his soft lips along the sensitive parts of your neck. It tickled you in ways that made your core tingle.

His hands moved from your shoulder down to your chest. One of his hands lingered on your breasts while his other trailed to the area between your thighs. He dragged the tips of his finger nails along the insides of your thigh. Little moans in the forms of small breaths fell from your lips. Yunho smiled into your shoulder. He liked how you reacted to his touch - made him feel so very, very wanted.

But he had his own wants and desires. And currently all of those wants and desires were obscured by the cloth of your panties. His deft fingers slid under your shorts and passed your undies until two of his fingers were pressed into your clit. Immediately your back arched and another series of moans fell from your lips. Yunho watched as your body responded to his touches, encouraging his fingers to draw small circles on your clit.

Your hands dug into the arms of your computer chair while Yunho toyed with you. Your face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers carefully chased that orgasm for you. He pulled away from your neck to watch you writhe in pleasure. “Fuck, you look so pretty like that.”

He massaged his fingers into your core. But you were so fucking wet his digits were barely creating any friction. That’s when you started jerking your hips into his hand - eager for Yunho’s touch on your dripping cunt.

“More, Yuyu..” you breathed out. “Please give me more.”

He groaned in response, his own excitement building in his core. Yunho happily obliged and carefully slipped in one then two of his long fingers into your waiting entrance. He pushed his fingers all the way and then curled them so they hit that sensitive spot perfectly. You threw your head back and tried to moan but nothing could come out - not with how deliciously full you felt with just two of Yunho’s fingers in your cunt.

“Oh, fuck, your fingers feel so good inside me..” you cried out.

Yunho again groaned in response, he loved the way you praised him. He pulled his fingers out and then slowly pushed them back in. He repeated the slow push and pull until he could feel your hips rocking against his hand.

“My babygirl is so needy. Does she want me to make her cum?” Yunho asked as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and kept them just out of reach. You chased his fingers with your hips, yearning for his fingers inside you once more.

“Yes, please, Yuyu. Make me cum.” You begged. You were practically whimpering the way you craved both his touch and the orgasm that was promised. Yunho sank his fingers into your pussy and pushed them all the way in until his palm was pressed flush against your cunt. You wiggled in your chair, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of him being so fucking deep but Yunho did not care. You wanted to cum and he was going to make you cum.

He curled his fingers deep into your cunt and did a ‘come here’ motion. It felt too good. The pleasure was immediate and intense - it was the perfect amount of pressure with just the right touch, you could have cum right then and there. Yunho continued. He curled his fingers into you over and over again with that gamer boy speed. You tried to push his hand away but that’s where Yunho wrapped his free arm around you and held you in place. He continued to finger fuck the ever living shit out of your pussy until your orgasm was just on the horizon. You squeezed your eyes shut as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through your body.

Yunho helped you ride the waves of your orgasm - easing the pace of his fingers little by little until you were able to open your eyes again and breathe normally. You were still catching your breath when Yunho detangled himself from you. He patted your head and said, “Get to Radiant and see what happens.”

Yunho laughed softly. He returned to his chair - only a few feet away from you and logged back into the game. You sat in your chair for a while longer, catching your breath. Maybe Valorant wasn’t so bad.

[moonlight-sonata99]

Walk the line

Trigger warnings: domestic fights,talk about addiction, suicide mentions. Loss. Alot of cussing.

No.1

Mikey

Carmy Berzatto x reader

A/n: I love carmy bro - but yea, this is uh..a passion project, honestly. I haven't wrote in a hot minute. But..I feel confident. Btw. This story will focus alot on addiction, not the Reader specifically, though. But her dad.

Slow burn/angst/comedy

The sounds of furniture falling and glass breaking behind the door as it Slams open and her face is red and her chest rises up and down quickly as the man behind her on the floor his cheek red from the hit he received from his daughter as his wife stands beside shocked, unable to move the only sound was them getting their stuff and leaving before making their way out the door they looks back and points their finger at the man who's cheeks are red his left a bit bloody

"Dont fucking talk to me unless you've been sober for a year. you hear me?" They breathe out as their mom calls out to them as they turn their back to their parents and rush away. Only leaving the cries of their mother and their father left on the floor as the sound of the ambulance gets closer and closer. 

That was a while ago.

Since then, i think i've done well. Maybe. Got a job at some restaurant,the boss is cool. The coolest boss I might have had Honestly. Micheal Berzatto, AKA… Mikey, I've known him about… maybe a few months now? It's been a while since I've been "away" from home, anyways yea. Been working at this cool joint called the beef. Everyone feels like one big friend group. Yeah, it's really nice. I got a nice apartment, too. Well, " nice" is better than any other house that deadbeat ever got us.

 Anyways, yeah. I hope you've been well ma. I sent you money with this. Don't try to send it back. And don't let that asshole see you with it.

I'm doing good, So don't worry.

With much love. 

"Hey,speaking of assholes, what's the big deal with this brother?" You ask, looking down at the piece of onion you were cutting as mikey cooked behind you. 

"Asshole? Ooh you mean my brother carmy? " He replies, keeping his gaze on the meat. 

"yeah"

"Well there's a lot to say about him " he breathes out but a smile can obviously be detected in his voice 

"Well then tell me about him genius" 

"hes not your type " Tina chimes in as the rest laugh,

"Thats not- Okay, maybe that's why i asked. But if you really say so, " you reply, shrugging and putting the knife down and leaving the onions to grilI as - you turned to look at him. But he kept his back to you as he began to speak.

"no yeah- Carm… little brother Carmen. he's a chef in some fancy restaurant, nice right? " He admitted, watching the knife gliding through the meat smoothly.

"for real?" you gasped out looking at his back,

"for fucking real."

Remembering when that had happened. Mikey had a smile on his face when he spoke about his brother. Later on, you learned the two weren't on speaking terms. A part of you cursed yourself out of even having the gall to ask about a slightly  sensitive topic, but another part of yourself felt...good to know at least he didn't hate his brother, Who'd want to hate their own siblings? 

You knew better than to intervene.

It was february 21st, as you gathered your sweater, in the corner of your eye, you noticed Michael sitting in his office looking at a small white envelope. 

"Hey, mikey," you guy, as you knocked lightly before entering his office, and he looked up his eyes, meeting yours.

" hey- " he coughed  " hey whats up? " he said, rubbing his nose with the tips of his fingers. 

" I should be asking you that '' you reply, putting on your bag.' You okay ? You've been… out of it these past few days. '' You say, tilting your head slightly.

"Im good" he mumbles out his hand over his mouth as he nods. 

" Okay … if you ever need anything, just call me. Okay?" 

" Gotcha," he says as you nod and make your way outside.

"hey uh be careful " he yells out as you heal out the door and the leans against his office door frame as you turn your head back to look at him.

" Yeah you too mikey" 

Hey ma, me again. It's been a hot  minute since I sent you a message. in terms of like… talking. i just wanted to check up on you. Make sure everything is okay, y'know? i'll be honest. I haven't been doing so well. if were being honest…  I lost a friend. a good friend. Mikey, he Uh… Comitted  suicide. and i don't know how to feel. Well,I feel sad. I spent… all week crying. 

Yea i have brothers, but Mikey felt like the brother I never had.

due to moving so much as a kid, i didn't have any friends.

no girlfriends, boyfriends.

i didn't want any if i'm honest.

but Mikey changed that.In terms of friendship I mean.

i remember when i first met him, i was about to blow him off because he was pestering me about his  restaurant. i mean, i was working for Petes sake. But he was loud,

and i gave in.

after that he let me into his family, albeit made of people working in a restaurant.

you know that thing when Companies say their employees are family and it's usually bullshit??

Yea,Mikey always meant that shit. 

 

Ritchie told me his brothers were coming to take over. I'm not sure how to feel about it . The asshole didn't even come his funeral. Anyway, yeah, that what has been up with me. Sorry for suddenly dumping all of this on you.

i lost a good friend. 

A/n: I really like writing for this series, honestly. Please tell me if you guys want more :]

[peppermint-moss]

how do you make the fur patterns look so nice? is there a specific brush to use?

Thank you I'm happy to hear you think they look good! I'm not sure if there's anything specific I do ? (if there's a specific fur pattern like stripes or patches or smth you want me to go into more detail about how I do feel free to send another ask)

There's 3 main brushes I use for fur patterns, and like 90% of the time it's just the first one (which is just my triangle lineart brush):

The "glow airbrush" is just like a generic soft airbrush I only use for gradients, and I don't use it super often for fur

The "speckle fade brush" is what I use for when I want a marking to be softer than the hard line that the triangle brush gives me but not as soft as the airbrush. It's a little finicky to use tbh haha and it's very square-looking at times, but I like the feathery edges it makes

I've added the speckle fade brush to my google drive of brushes if you want to download it! (triangle is on there already too, and any generic airbrush will do for gradients lol but if you want that specific one I got it from csp assets here)

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[ja3hwa]

Hey!!!! First of all, I’d like to say that you are probably one of my favorite fic writers out here and I’m always so excited to read your fics! I would like to submit something for the sleepover party (it’s my first time so I hope I’m doing this right). I wanted to ask for a Yunho or Wooyoung (you pick) x reader where they’re watching her favorite movie, like Romeo and Juliet or Pirates of the Caribbean, and the reader is so entranced she’s mouthing all the lines. The Ateez member notice, and it turns him on, like a lot, to see her so passionate about the movie. Right before the characters kiss on screen, he quotes the lines back to her, to her surprise, (he learnt it just for this), and then kisses her, and the two start having passionate sex…. Is that okay? Or is this too complicated? If it is, Dw!!! (Sorry I wrote so much 😅)

Thank youu baby, for the send, hehe. I'm gonna be honest with you i haven't seen pirates of the Caribbean, but i have seen a few different types of Romeo and juliet plays. But I've never watched the films of it, ahhah. Also, i picked Yuyu cause I'm down bad for actor yunho ahah

But let's imagine...

Yunho is leaning back along the couch his left arm draped over the cushions, and the other resting on your lower back drawing shapes lightly on your exposed skin. His legs were spread wide, his thigh leaning snugly against your crossed legs. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you watched your favorite version of Romeo and Juliet for what seems like the millionth time.

This was only Yunho's second time watching it—well as fair as you knew—. He had secretly watched a few scenes over and over to remember the lines. Specifically, the love confession. He knew how much of a romantic you were, so when you asked to watch it, he was thrilled to watch it with you so he could put his plan into action.

His eyes were stuck on you, watching the way you smiled or how you mouthed the words softly. Your eyebrows knotted when a character kissed another. Or how your face turned red when someone said a flirtatious line. You were so smitten for romance. And then, as the scene starts, Yunho can't help but grin.

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I swear. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"

Your head whipped so quickly that you swore it almost snapped. Your eyes were wide, and your throat went dry. Yunho's smile only grew, his legs spreading wider. "What shall I swear by?"

Your lips quivered a tear building on the corner of your eye. "If my heart's dear love—"

His hand that was playing with your back now slowly snaked around your waist, sitting up to tug you slowly towards him. You let him manhandle you until you were perched on his right thigh. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

He whispered that line, his lips so close to yours, and then you finally responded. Your fingers lacing into his loose shirt, "What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." You could feel his hot breath on your face. His hands gripped your ass slightly, grinding your body forward so your chest was flushed against his. You had forgotten the movie entirely now as you leaned in to seal your lips against his own. Your mouths move in sync like a play only the two of you can perform. Your hands, dance along one another, feeling every curve and imperfection. Neither of you could tell when or how clothes were lost or how Yunho ended up on top of you. But as the movie drew to a climax, he made sure you did too. Sunk so beautiful on his cock, he listened to your moans like his favorite song.

His thrusts, were so gentle, so moving. Like he spoke words of endearment without his voice. His fingers laced with yours, as his lips kiss any part of your skin. “My Romeo.” You’d whisper.

“My Juliet,” He murmured back.

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anywayyss hehe. I hope you like this. I tried making it more of a poetic thingy i dont't know. but also thank you for sending in an asks again. ♡♡♡