#it was like a ‘biggest fantasy’ type scenario i think

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect

Reader/Yuu is female

Masterlist

Ace Trappola

Deuce is his biggest rival so usually his fantasies involve you choosing him over his fellow Heartslabyul first year

Usually he would be goofing off ‘studying or doing homework’ and his thoughts would inevitably turn to you and he gets hit  with the visual of your beaming smile and shimmering eyes lighting up in adoration as you praise him over his marks on a test like “Wow Ace! I can’t believe you got all of this right - you’re so much smarter and stronger and more handsome and better than Deuce in every way!” and he’d be filled with determination to actually study so you would kiss praise him

Sometimes he would daydream about you wearing his basketball jersey to one of his matches and cheering him on (which you do already anyway - the cheering, not the jersey wearing) and during a tense sports anime worthy match with fast action and slow motion and reaction cuts where your gazing at him admiringly (this boy is literally filming an episode of Haikyuu in his mind) and the scores are neck and neck and he’s about to throw the winning shot and he looks at you winks and is like “this one’s for you” and gets it in, single handedly winning the game and his teammates are freaking out and everyone on the stands are cheering his name and he’s handed the trophy as he’s lifted onto his seniors' shoulders and then you’re there (abandoning Deuce and Grim at the stands) and you congratulate him and you’re kissing him and he’s woken up 🙁

He’s the type of guy to daydream about you in a cheerleading outfit, waving around pom poms and cheering him on - not in a creepy, weird way but more in a cute, endearing way

During the Ghost Bride incident™, you were dressed in a wedding dress to match with all of the suitors’ groom suits and his mind did an application.exe has stopped working before rebooting and immediately got flooded with visuals of you and him getting married

Since he did punch Riddle on the reader’s behalf and flip out at Malleus over Malleus’ completely harmless ‘prank’ during the Spectral Soiree (real king behaviour, what a man *wipes tear*), he does feel protective over them so I think he’d these fantasies where he’s protecting you from danger and bridal carrying you away and you’re swooning over him like ‘my hero ♡’ and peck his cheek

He really does like writing Ace x Reader fanfic in his head, doesn’t he?

I think many of his daydreams would be more ‘what-if’ scenarios where he would lay awake in bed at night, the lights are off and his dormmates are dozing off on their own beds around him, and his mind wanders into how the events of the day would’ve played off if he actually did have the courage to act on his own desires, if he actually did admit he found your smile beautiful during lunchtime, if he actually did hold your hand on your way to class, if he actually did confess his feelings…

If the legends of old are true and that whatever you wish for, you keep, he really really hopes that he gets to keep you

Deuce Spade

It’s canon that he’s a romantic since he has an admiration for the King and Queen of Hearts’ relationship so his fantasies are very reminiscent of classical romances

I headcanon that his mother loves romantic movies and shows (both period and modern) and he loves to watch them with her (he prefers period films/shows over modern ones since he’s been a sucker for fairy tales since he was five)

Even though his fantasies of you are super innocent, he still feels super guilty over having them over his best friend. He thinks it’s wrong to think of kissing someone so kind and sweet when they only see him as a friend and he kind of hates himself for not hating the visions his mind cooks up.

He’s very protective in nature so his daydreams usually feature him saving you à la traditional fairy tale or classic silver screen damsel in distress and her dashing hero or knight in shining armour (not because he sees you as a damsel in distress - you don’t just fight off overblots and live in Twisted Wonderland without being the strongest person ever in his eyes - but because he likes the idea of being strong enough to protect you from danger or you knowing that you can always rely on him to protect you). This, though, also kind of stems from his inner guilt at not being able to save you from the harm you’ve already undergone.

He likes to imagine the two of you stargazing, your figures draped in moonlight as you kiss each other, or the two of you on a white marble balcony, surrounded by doves and baby pink blossoms falling from the trees around you, or the two of you dancing in a ballroom, or kissing in the rain, or giving you piggybacks, or picking you up and twirling you around as you laugh in pure joy, or giving you his jackets or every other cliche he wants and yearns so badly to have with you

Sometimes when he does something good like finish his dorm chores or come first in track club he imagines your voice cheering him on like ‘I knew you could do it, Deuce’ 

He loves it when his daydreams get domestic. His favourite one is when imaginary you and imaginary him are in a chicken coop, surrounded by baby chicks.

Whilst his fantasies are very idyllic and so flowery they could put a florist out of business, he does like the ones that tap into his past as a bad boy where he takes you joyriding on his magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting between his shoulder blades, or he impresses you with his mechanical skills as he fixes a car, or your patching him up after a fight (a fight that happened because imaginary you was being harassed by gang of goons and he came in and saved the day like an action hero)

When he was a stargazer, you were the one who earnestly gave your full support in his dreams and your belief that all of his wishes will inevitably be granted so would you mind terribly if he told you his hearts’ greatest desire

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 09 Beomgyu — pet play & breeding

➥ owner!Beomgyu × kitten!Reader

summary: Beomgyu has always had a fantasy of being the owner in a pet play scenario and gets his wish when Y/N agrees to be his kitten.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Beomgyu, sub!Reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (use protection pls), breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, etc), mild pet play (reader wears cat ears, collar, cat tail, etc), use of toys (one tail buttplug), I think that's all of them, let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I never have any excuses for the way I write Beomgyu. I just think he's very versatile when it comes to writing for him and he fits into a lot of different scenarios. That being said, breeding is one of my biggest kinks and being able to put my favorite kink with one of my favorite kpop boys is just *chef's kiss* I love it. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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"It sounds simple enough," you said as you looked up from the screen in front of you to your boyfriend's anxious expression.

"So you'd be up for it?" he asked softly. You nodded, sliding his phone back to him. "Yeah. I'm down to try," you replied. "It seems interesting." You could see Beomgyu's shoulders visibly relax.

He must have felt very tense and nervous about bringing this to your attention and you could understand why. It wasn't exactly a conventional conversation to have. After all, not everyone was into pet play or breeding.

You'd never experimented with either before but since Beomgyu had given some of your kinks a try, you saw no harm in returning the favor and who knows, you might find something new to like.

"So, how are we gonna do this?" you asked, leaning forward, and giving Beomgyu a grin, a mischievous glint in your eye.

You were surprised by how much thought he'd put into this and impressed at the amount of research he'd done previously. The first thing was to set boundaries. Things that you were both comfortable doing and things that were totally off limits.

"No cages or kennels," you said quickly, watching Beomgyu as he started a list on his phone, thumbs tapping quickly across the screen as he typed.

"Got it," he answered. "Collar?" he asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You nodded. "Collars are fine. Leashes too," you answered. He typed your response down and paused. "Ears and tail?" he asked, looking up at you again. You thought for a moment.

"Only cat ears and tail," you finally replied. "And if you want to get one of those tail plugs, I'm fine with that."

Beomgyu's eyes widened but he quickly added your answer.

"What can I call you?" he inquired, setting his phone on the table you both sat at. "Kitten and kitty are fine. What you normally call me is fine, too," you said, shrugging at the end.

Beomgyu nodded slowly. "Anything else you aren't comfortable with?" he said, his gaze meeting yours. You pondered for a moment, trying to think of something. "No meowing? I guess I can do everything except for the extreme stuff," you answered.

"Extreme stuff?"

"Yeah, like kennels, crates, cages, meowing, eating out of pet dishes, those kinds of things."

Beomgyu's eyes widened, clearly impressed that you'd done your own research when he first mentioned this to you a couple days ago. You wanted to be as prepared as possible.

"The ears, the tails, hell, a collar and even a leash is acceptable. I'll even wear whatever lingerie you pick. Just please don't actually make me act like a cat," you explained.

Beomgyu's expression softened and he nodded to show he understood. "Of course, babe," he replied. "None of that."

"And one more thing," you added, drawing his attention.

"Let's go over these breeding boundaries," you replied.

After a long in depth discussion, you both agreed to forego the use of condoms since you were on birth control. The idea of letting your boyfriend cum inside you was exciting and you were actually looking forward to the act.

You also sat down later that night to peruse a couple of sites, looking for a play set you both liked. Finally, you settled on a pair of pink and black ears with a matching tail plug as well as a pink collar and matching leash.

True to your word, you let Beomgyu pick out a lingerie set and protested when he purchased everything himself.

"It should be here next week," he said as he put his card back in his wallet and tucked it away.

Suddenly you were very anxious and excited. Next week couldn't come fast enough.

"Babe!" Beomgyu's voice called through the apartment. You were in the middle of washing the dishes when he came home, a few packages balanced precariously in his arms.

"What are those?" You asked as you rinsed your hands and shut the water off, grabbing a towel to dry yourself.

"They're our packages?" he answered, cocking an eyebrow at your confused expression.

It took a moment but then you remembered last week when you'd sat down to look at pet play stuff.

"It's here already?" you asked nervously as Beomgyu moved to the couch, sitting down and setting the packages on the coffee table.

"Yes!" he said excitedly as he patted the spot next to him on the couch. You took a seat and watched nervously as he started to open the first package which turned out to be the collar and leash set. Your eyes widened as he removed the plastic surrounding it.

It was much prettier in person than you expected. The leash wasn't too long but it wasn't exceptionally short either. The outside of the collar was pink faux leather but the inside had a nice soft lining so it wouldn't irritate. Fixed to a small d-ring in the center of the collar was a tiny pink bell that jingles with every movement.

The next package were the ears and tail which were also breathtakingly beautiful. Beomgyu had made sure to order the tail with a smaller plug as neither of you were particularly experienced when it came to anal sex. The plug itself was made of smooth, shiny titanium.

The ears came on a thin clear headband and were slider adjustable along the sides. You watched as Beomgyu removed the ears from the pillow and turned to you. "May I?" He asked softly.

You nodded and your eyes followed his movements but you kept your head still as he placed the headband on and you could see the sparkle in his eyes. He was absolutely enamored.

"We'll try the tail later," he said softly, pulling his attention away to open the last few packages.

The next was a pair of stockings. They were black thigh highs and you wondered what was so special about them. You had plenty of black stockings already but your curiosity was satiated when Beomgyu showed you the bottom of the foot part.

"They have paw pads!" he said, resisting the urge to coo and awe over them. You had to admit, they were pretty darn cute.

"What's in there," you asked, nodding towards the smallest package. Beomgyu set the stockings aside and grabbed the little package, carefully opening it and pulling out two small wrist cuffs.

Black, furry wrist cuffs.

"I thought the paw gloves were too much but I felt these would be kinda cute and they would look nice on you," he said in a soft voice.

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's gentle nature. With his friends, he was a chaotic ball of energy but not with you.

"And I'm guessing that's the lingerie you picked?" you whispered, eyes landing on the last parcel. Beomgyu nodded, setting the cuffs down with the stockings. "It is," he answered, grabbing it.

"It took me a lot of thinking to pick this out so I hope you like it," he added as he opened the package and pulled out the contents.

Just like the other accessories which were black and pink, the set before you was also black with pink details. It was a two piece set, the top was a typical tube style top with thin straps that tied at the top. There was a cat head shaped cut out on the front of the top, outlined in the same pink embroidery.

The bottoms that matched tied on the sides with little strings that ended in tiny little paws with pink embroidered paw pads. On the front of the panties were two tiny triangles sewn on to look like ears and on the back was a large printed pink paw print.

Everything was beautiful and well crafted and you felt your heart tug at the care that Beomgyu put into buying you such beautiful gifts.

'This had better be worth it,' you told yourself, hoping you ended up enjoying this as much as you knew he would.

Later that night, after an early dinner, you decided to take a quick shower and get changed, making Beomgyu wait in the bedroom while you pulled on the lingerie, stockings, cuffs and ears. The tail you would need his help with and the collar was something you agreed to let him do as your "owner" for the night.

You chose not to look at your reflection too much but happened to catch a glimpse of yourself and felt your cheeks burn at the sight.

It was much better than you anticipated.

Gathering your courage, you finally pulled open the door leading into the bedroom where Beomgyu glanced up from where he sat, his phone in his hand.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, they widened, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him.

"Holy shit," he breathed, heart racing, trying to ignore the way he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. He'd imagined this many times but the reality was always better than his imagination.

The way the lingerie set he'd chosen fit you was perfect, like it was made for your body. The black stockings were an exact match in shade to the set and the fur of the black cuffs matched the ears.

"Where's your tail?" he asked softly as you walked over to him, hands behind your back. His eyes left your face as you held it up.

"I need some help with it," you said in a soft, slightly shy voice.

Beomgyu's lips pulled into a smile and he set his phone aside, reaching out to take your hand and pulling you into the bed in front of him. "I'd be happy to help you, baby," he replied softly.

"Here," he said, taking the tail from you gently and making you turn to face away. "Bend over," he instructed, with one hand, pushing your shoulder slightly, urging you to bend over while his other hand pulled open the bedside table drawer and grabbed the small bottle of lube you kept there for emergencies.

This wasn't an emergency per se, but it was needed nonetheless.

"I need you to relax for me, Y/N," he said as he grabbed the plug, pushing the fur away and squeezing a couple drops of the clear gel onto the metal. He snapped the lid shut and set the bottle aside before turning his attention back to you.

"Can you pull these down for me, baby?" he asked, running his hand over your ass, fingers skimming the material.

Obediently, you reached back to your hips and tugged the panties down past your ass to your thighs, exposing your ass to him.

"Good girl," he cooed, scooting closer and placing one hand on your hip as he pressed the cool metal against your tight hole.

Your body jolted at the sensation of the cold metal and the cool lubricant but Beomgyu reassured you with a light squeeze to your hip. "It's okay," he whispered. "Take a deep breath."

You did as he said, inhaling slowly and closing your eyes as you felt him swirl the tip of the plug around your asshole, spreading the lube and testing your reaction as he ever so slightly pushed the very end of the pointed tip into your hole.

You let out a gasp at the intrusion but Beomgyu was quick to calm you. "Relax, kitten," he said in a low tone. "I need you to relax. You're doing so well for me."

You took another deep breath and exhaled, relaxing your muscles and allowing Beomgyu to slip the rest of the plug in. It wasn't a huge toy but you weren't accustomed to having more than a finger or thumb in there.

"You're such a good little kitty," Beomgyu said, pressing a kiss to your back as he pulled your panties back up, positioning the toy to peek out one side of your panties.

"Come here," he cooed, turning you to face him and pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back against the pillows, propped up against the headboard. "You did so well," he praised, keeping one arm around your waist while the other petted your head slowly.

"Such a good girl."

You laid your head on his chest, eyes sliding shut as he continued to stroke your hair. You had to admit, you were liking this very much so far. The praise, petting, and even the use of kitten and kitty was starting to work you up.

"I got something for you," he said suddenly, making you open your eyes. You watched as he pulled open the second drawer on the bedside table and pulled out the collar.

"I figured well forego the leash tonight," he added as you sat up, watching him fiddle with the buckle on the collar. "May I?" he asked, looking at you and waiting for permission.

You nodded wordlessly and watched as his hands moved, place the collar around your neck and fastening the buckle. "It's not too tight, is it?" He asked as he slipped two fingers under the leather.

You shook your head. "No," you answered. "It's perfect."

Smiling, Beomgyu grabbed his phone from the bed and unlocked the screen. He checked to make sure your eyes were still closed before he opened an app on his phone and tapped the on switch.

Immediately, you let out a gasping moan as the plug inside you sprang to life, buzzing at a low frequency. You glanced up at Beomgyu who pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Surprise," he said with a smirk. 'Oh that cheeky bastard.'

"Beomgyu!" You whined, burying your face in his chest. You felt the vibration stop and relaxed, looking up into your boyfriend's face. "Sorry, babe," he said softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"I couldn't resist." He set his phone aside and sat up, forcing you to sit up as well. "You look so pretty," he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your skin softly. "I can't wait to fill you up." Your lips parted as his thumb brushed over them a small gasp escaping you as Beomgyu pushed the tip of his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

Without being told to, you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked, making him groan at the sight. "You seem to know exactly what I want you to do," he said, pulling his thumb from your mouth. You watched as he rested back against the headboard and gave you a sly grin.

He looked down towards his crotch and back up. “Well, get to it, kitten.”

Your fingers skimmed up his thighs, dragging painfully slowly across the fabric of his pants as you neared the tie of his sweats. Beomgyu grabbed your hands, halting your movements. “Don’t play with me,” he said in a stern voice.

You muttered an apology and waited for him to release you.

When your hands were back under your control, you quickly untied his drawstring, keeping your eyes lowered.

Beomgyu lifted his hips as you tugged his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard cock.

Without another word, you took him in your hand, admiring the size and weight in your hand as you always did.

Glancing up at his face, your eyes met and you leaned in, giving the head of his cock a light lick, smirking to yourself when he let out a hiss.

“I told you not to play with me,” he growled, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling your head down, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. “Be a good kitty and take all of it.”

You whined at the effect his words had on you, your thighs clenching together as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“That’s much better,” he said softly, holding your head in place. “I knew you could take more. I’ve fucked that pretty mouth of yours before.”

You waited for him to release you, hands resting on his thighs as your lungs burned. you tried to pull away but Beomgyu’s grip on you was stronger. “I didn’t say you could move, kitten.”

You felt the corner of your eyes burn, tapping against him quickly.

Finally, he released you, allowing you to sit up and cough as air filled your lungs again.

“Turn around,” he ordered, moving to pull his pants off the rest of the way, discarding his underwear along with them as you slowly turned around to face away from him.

Feeling him lean over your back, chills ran up your spine as he whispered in your ear.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, pushing your ass back against his erection. “Mhm,” you answered.

Beomgyu let out a groan, hands moving to your shoulders and pushing your chest down onto the bed, keeping your ass in the air. “Stay down,” he demanded, his hands sliding down your back to your ass, squeezing the flesh and slowly pulling the panties he’d bought for you down.

Once the fabric was bunched around your knees, you felt him spread your cheeks, getting a good look at your glistening cunt. “I can’t wait to fill you up,” he said more to himself than to you. you waited patiently as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside and guided the tip of his length to your entrance.

Rather than entering, he slowly rubbed against you, eliciting a moan from you.

“God I love the sounds you make.”

Your lips parted to answer him but a moan left your mouth instead as he pushed into you, gliding in easily and bottoming out. Your walls welcomed him, squeezing around him and it took all his willpower to resist slamming into you. “Fuck, you feel so good, kitten,” he groaned, taking hold of your waist, pulling out slightly and glancing down as he thrust into you.

This was always one of his favorite things about this position. He got to watch his cock disappear into you over and over again.

“Beommie,” you whimpered as he set a slow, steady pace. He didn’t want to wear himself out too quickly.

“Beommie? That’s cute,” he cooed, giving you a harsh thrust and making you cry out.

“But you’re even cuter when you’re screaming.”

You glanced back at him, meeting his gaze. “Then make me scream.”

Whatever willpower he had left his body in an instant and the next second, he had you pinned to the mattress as he pounded into you.

You shouldn’t have said anything but you couldn’t help it. You liked it when he went rough on you. You liked it when he lost control and embraced his more… animalistic side.

“Keep screaming for me, like a good kitty,” he moaned. “‘M gonna fill this pretty little pussy until you can’t take anymore of my cum.”

A loud moan sounded from the back of your throat as you clenched around him. “Gonna fill you up so much," Beomgyu grunted, his hips moving faster despite how tightly your walls squeezed his cock.

"Do you want that, kitten? Want me to fill you up and breed you?"

You let out a whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You'd never given much thought to a breeding kink before but you could see how much Beomgyu liked the idea and you'd be lying if you said the idea wasn't turning you on even more. Maybe it had more to do with it being your loving boyfriend than the actual act itself.

Either way, you wanted him to fill you up. You wanted him to pump you full of his cum. You wanted to be so full of it that it spilled out of you for him to see.

"Yes," you rasped, barely managing to lift your head enough so your voice wasn't muffled. "Yes please, Beommie. Fill me up,"

The sound Beomgyu let out was a mix between a growl and a moan. His grip tightened on your waist, hips thrusting as your words drove him closer and closer to the edge. "I knew you'd want that. Looking like this, begging me to fuck you. Of course you'd want me to cum inside you, fill you up until it spills out. What a dirty little kitty you are," he chuckled. "Beomgyu please," you mewled.

"Please what?" he asked breathlessly. "What do you want, baby?"

"G-give me your cum," you answered, stammering slightly and feeling your cheeks burn at your request.

"If that's what you want," Beomgyu replied. "I'm happy to oblige."

You let out a cry as he moved impossibly faster, your ass bouncing against him with each harsh thrust, his cock hitting deeper and making your eyes roll back. "Fuck," you cursed, crying out when you felt a sharp smack to your ass. "Language, kitten," Beomgyu hissed. "Watch your mouth."

You felt your climax approaching, muscles tensing as your walls convulsed around your boyfriend's cock until he finally came with a deep moan, painting your insides with his hot load.

The sensation of him coming inside you pushed you over the edge and you came, your boyfriend's name leaving your lips in a breathless chant.

Beomgyu's hips finally stopped, his cock still buried inside your tight walls. Neither one of you spoke for a moment, just basking in your post sex euphoria.

Finally you felt Beomgyu's hands move, caressing your skin gently.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked softly. You nodded in response. "Yeah," you panted. "I'm okay."

Beomgyu glanced down where his body met yours and let out a 'tsk.'

"What's wrong?" you asked, pushing yourself up and looking over your shoulder at him. "I said I'd fill you up until you couldn't take anymore," he reminded you, looking up to meet your gaze.

It was at that moment you realized he was still hard inside you.

"Beomgyu what are you- AH!" You cried out in shock as Beomgyu pushed your chest back down to meet the mattress, hips beginning to move again as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

"I said I would breed you," he added, giving you slow but hard measured thrusts. "And that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

You let out a whine as he continued.

"Hold on tight, kitten. You're in for a really long ride."

[pouralaura]

writer interview game

tagged by @pricemarshfield, thank you as always for giving me the opportunity to talk about myself

When did you start writing?

pretty much as soon as I could hold a pencil tbh - I was always the kid who had notebooks full of stories featuring my friends as characters; said friends would always be eager to read my latest updates. I started trying my hand at fanfiction around age 11 or 12, always written in a shitty wide-ruled notebook.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

themes/genres? not really. I write what I want to read. I'd say the biggest difference between what I write and what I read is length - I don't write plot well for more than a couple of chapters. I can do vignettes, shorts, or a few chapters up to 20k words or so and that's as far as the plot part of my brain gets, oops

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

here's a link to my favorite fic of all time. be warned; it's Mad Men stepdad/stepdaughter (very distant, everyone is of age). I've read it a thousand times and it's influenced my writing style so fuckin much. this author writes a lot of stupidly good shit too if you like this one

I don't really get compared to anyone (at least, not to my face) which is fine. I don't know if I want to be.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

it's wherever I am, but mostly at my office desk in our spare bedroom with my rainbow glowy mechanical keyboard and a nice-smelling candle. sometimes I listen to nine inch nails

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

read something else, by someone else. look at somebody else's art. find something that speaks to you in something you didn't do. search for that point of connection, that thing that you feel too, and let it make you think differently about something you've been looking at the same way for a while

also watch a horny tv show or movie that helps too

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

indecision, reluctance, stubbornness, hot old men. this is not surprising to me

What is your reason for writing?

to entertain myself, first and foremost. like I said, I write the stuff I wanna read. and I don't think I had a good reason for writing until I started doing that. I always used to write what I thought I was supposed to write, or what would make my friends ooooh and ahhhh. I guess I still do that to some extent but it's sickos only baby

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I love when someone points out a favorite line. it's usually one that I had in my head for a super long time; one that I wrote first, before anything else. makes me feel Understood

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

as just some guy! because I am! I've made such good friends on the internet from writing my dumb bullshit, please feel free to be one of them! love to chat and share opinions and invent scenarios and what-ifs. I'm also just a thirty-year-old woman sitting in my little house doing my silly little job and it's really fun to meet people who are also doing Exactly That but make time to create in a similar way.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I've been very kindly complimented on this numerous times and I think it's fairly accurate - if I write a character, I take Great Pains to ensure that their voice is accurate. I exploit their flaws for views. (raphael I am talking about you) I make it funnier and sadder until it feels real - or, as real as I can make it in a fantasy setting.

How do you feel about your own writing?

it's better than it's ever been because, again, I am finally writing what I want to read. it's visceral and silly and fun and horny in a way that makes me really proud of myself!

I think all my writer buddies on here have been tagged already, but if I missed you or you wanna participate please feel free!

[killershrike]

so I've really been struggling when it comes to exactly how much magic I want to be included in dark suspension, I want to keep the story feeling grounded and "real" but it is also a fantastical setting and meant to be a story you can use as an a escape from real life into fantasy.

A Song Of ice And fire series (the GOT show as well but specifically the books) have inspired me and So-yin's character a lot. Three of her biggest inspirations are Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, and Lyanna Stark. Outside of ASOIAF she's inspired by Persephone, Thomasin from The Witch, Dani Ardor from Midsommar, Ellen Ripley from Aliens, and Beatrix Kiddo from Kill Bill.

Anyways, in ASOIAF magic exists but has been nearly lost due to people forgetting the correct practices, just how the society had progressed, and other things. But it is absolutely still real though we've seen strong evidence that most (if not all) require blood sacrifice. Azor Ahai could only create Lightbringer when his wife Nissa Nissa agreed to let him plunge it through her heart. All the magic practiced in Valyria is directly tied to fire and blood magic. Dany only awoke her dragons once she sacrificed Drogo, Rhaego, and Mirri Maz Duur. Jojen paste- Three Eyed Raven most DEFINITELY had Bran eat Jojen's mashed up brain in order to properly awaken his Green magic. And so much more.

I really like that idea. That, because of So-yin's constraints on Earth and inability to offer blood, she couldn't properly practice magic. But once on Yautja Prime, she realizes that there is magic once she starts to use blood sacrifice. Obviously she's not gonna kill any innocent people, she would use animals that Ghost brings back from a hunt or she hunts.

I'm a little nervous to add this, though, because I worry that maybe it's "too much" or "too far" and will make readers lose their investment or suspension of disbelief. So I guess I'm just wondering what yalll think? I would still try to keep the magic as grounded as possible. I promise So-yin wouldn't be running around with a wand hurling fire balls at people out of her hands lmao it wouldn't become some sort of Harry Potter stuff. I'd keep it very tied into pagan and other practices, I like a certain grittiness to magic like the ones in ASOIAF. If a wizard from Harry Potter met any of the magic users in ASOIAF, the wizard would be instantly killed and sacrificed lmao. That's the type of magic I really like (though I love the Harry Potter type magic but in different scenarios haha)

Anyone have any ideas or thoughts? I'm totally open to criticism or suggestions etc!

[tellurian-in-aristasia]

I've just fallen down this rabbit hole and I mean this question genuinely, but in your opinion, do you think people took this seriously as a 24/7 lifestyle or more as a roleplay scenario? I'm curious because I do a lot of online RP and while I see a lot of parallels between the two, I've never considered it anything more than brief escapism. Did these participants feel the same or was it more than that?

Hello there! This is a complicated answer because a lot of people were drawn to Aristasia, and Aristasia actually had many different incarnations. So please bear with my as I type up far far more words than you were expecting me to.

I believe that in the 70s and early 80s, when it was an ancient matriarchal paganism sect known as Lux Madriana they believed in the religious aspects of it as fully as anyone does any religion. Even when they were actively inventing their own history. They attempted to live this lifestyle as closely as possible, and you can read an account of a woman who lived with them until the mid 1980s here who admits there was a fair amount of apathy among the flock, as it were. They lived "without electricity", but they published computer games during this time, so clearly they had electricity somewhere in the big house in Donegal. But, still, they dressed up every day in shawls and aprons or bonnets and crinolines and seemed to genuinely believe in the religion they were selling (literally, they sold magazine subscriptions and mail-order courses, I am not being facetious). I believe that in the late 80s and early 90s when they were involved with Romantia, and laid the groundworks for what would later become Aristasia, they fully believed in seceding from the modern life as much as possible. Although I, perhaps, believe that this was almost exclusively limited to the goings on in the house in Donegal, as it seems like some actually lived elsewhere and seemed to live mundane lives outside of the house, but there is certainly (very unfortuate) evidence that the house in Donegal was run 24/7 as a Romantia house. Now that we're getting up to the Classical Era of Aristasia in the 1990s, and they moved to the infamous house on Eagle Lane that would later appear within the pages of Children of the Void and the BBC documentary, I do believe that those who lived in that house lived the lifestyle 24/7, but perhaps by that point the only two living there were Miss Martindale and Miss Priscilla Langridge. And perhaps this is the crux of the matter. The only 2 who really, truly, believed were Miss Martindale and Miss Langridge. And it seems evident that Miss Martindale was just a persona, and the woman behind the persona eventually went on to live a (on the surface at least) mundane life.

In their later years, sometime after Operation Bridgehead, when the embassies all but closed and they moved to virtualia, I believe it became much more acceptable for it to be just a roleplay for girls who dropped in, so long as they stayed in character. After all, they never met in the flesh, just in Second Life. And the trend continued when Aristasia became Chelouranya and Second Life was replaced with web forums.

I do think that, through all those decades, the only one who was able to live the life 24/7 was the mysterious Miss Priscilla Langridge, the "most seceded Aristasian". To quote a previously linked article:

"The founder was a remarkable person but was leading a fantasy life - we were living in someone else’s fantasy"

I believe that the truth lies here, that nearly all of this was Miss Priscilla Langridge's fantasy world, and she has had Miss Martindale as her biggest supporter over the years, to help make it a reality, for her at least. I do believe that they were true believers who believed that they were (to put it fairly simply) reincarnated souls from another plane of existence. This isn't even too strange of an idea, it's something fairly wildly believed by a lot of different types of people. To add onto this, I do believe that they believed the world was in a state of moral decay that was heralded by the pronounced change in pop culture in the early 1960s, another not so uncommon belief. But I believe it was real for Miss Priscilla Langridge, and she had people who believed with her, and wanted to make it real.

[shocked-collar]

🥩🫁⛓MEET LIL OLE ME!⛓🫁🥩

I'm Screamo, the writer behind @collar-shocked, @serpulalacrymans, and @riprendscore. This is my personal sideblog so I can ramble and scream without making a mess of my RP-oriented accounts. This account, which should be obvious, is ABSOLUTELY 18+, and though a lot of my interests are very childish, I have others that are not, and they often bleed into one another.

Despite all my posts, I am not interested in romantic or sexual advances. None of my fantasies are an invitation.

I LOVE HORRORPORN. I LOVE GURO. I LOVE SNUFF. MY ACCOUNT IS NOT FOR KIDS OR THE SENSITIVE TYPE. I AM UNSAFE.

All further details below!

About me!!!

I love the ocean, plush toys, horror in general, video games, literature, Halloween, and music ! My biggest fandom interests include Pokemon, BTD/TPoF, Sanrio, among many others ~ (If you're not sure what the letters stand for, it's probably best to keep it that way.)

I'm 24. I'm bisexual, and cis, though keeping my gender dubious is comfortable for me. My eyeballs are bad !! I'm very childish and like embracing my childish nature. I am also white, short, pudgy, and American- the corn flavored kind 🌽

I will be posting whatever I feel like. This includes personal, NSFW, vent, rant, and meme posts. I make jokes about offing myself sometimes, and I enjoy some concerning topics- just as a warning !! My social battery is extremely small and I tend to gravitate towards my closest friends, so if I often don't reply, don't take it as something personal, I'm most likely just recharging. (And or I forgot.....)

I am a fan of guro, C/NC, pet-play, slave-play, selective fauxcest, selective age-play, and a PLETHORA of other more-or-less concerning kinks, fetishes, and interests- but let it be known, I think of multiple of my "kinks" as much more than kinks, and exercise them mainly in non-sexual scenarios. More like coping mechanisms than something to get me off. I am also a normal ass person who can separate kink from reality. If you come around here with any loli (pedo), bestiality, incest type bullshit, I'm kicking you to the curb. Don't try to tell me that small child anime girl is 18+ and that she only looks like that because of the style.

I HOPE I COVERED EVERYTHING? And I hope I didn't ramble too much about nothing??

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 7 Minagoroshi pt. 11

Rika and friends have a nice lengthy chat about how they need to force the Children Consultation Service into helping Satoko out of her nasty situation. Rika becomes a lot more passive, because she's seen this scenario play out before and she's become overcome with depression over the fact it's happening again, and she just doesn't see it ending any other way than it usually does. She also becomes a lot more cavalier about mentioning events from other timelines (they eventually settle on calling them worlds) mentioning point blank to Shion that she's surprised she cares so much about Satoko this time around. After school they go off to the Child Consultation Service, where they're more or less given the brush off. It's only been one day since Teppei came back, and surely they're overreacting.

So Keiichi starts forming the plan to gather various townspeople together to help them show up to the CCS and show them how serious the situation is.

Remember, Teppei is a bad guy because he would sexually abuse Satoko if she were a few years older. Kameda is a goofy fun guy because he's a bit of a creepy loli weirdo. Or would Irie be the better contrast here?

You ever read a scene that you can feel it in your bones that if this had been translated even a few years earlier it would be rife with "edgy" jokes? I seem to remember reading somewhere that the MangaGamers version is a re-translation so I don't doubt that there's one that just is peppered with the occasional slur randomly in the dialogue. I would like to point out that to this day the version of Final Fantasy VII you can buy digitally still includes the scene where Tifa uses the r-word. Also, I just want to say this is a really weird tangent for Ryukishi07 to go on in the middle of this arc.

Tower of Druaga and Dragon Buster won't come out for another year Keiichi! You're being nostalgic for games that don't even exist yet you time traveling weirdo! Man, Keiichi is going to be in for the time of his life when the MSX or PC-88 becomes a thing. There's going to be so much pornographic mahjong games out there for him. Assuming he hasn't already seen them since, again, he's a time traveler reminiscing about the arcade games of 1984 he shouldn't have been able to play yet.

Please forgive the repetition for half of the screenshot here. Also, if you're not super loyal to Metal Gear Solid, the answer to the question is both. Although I think you should just grit your teeth and bear the burden of owning a PS3. You'll get some better games. The Yakuza franchise, for a start! Hell if Dead or Alive is really that big of a get for you, just wait, DoA 5 will come out on PS3. Although I guess you're missing out on DoA Xtreme 2. Anyway, I think Ryukishi forgot he wasn't posting on 2ch and accidentally wrote his "kids these days don't appreciate the classics" rant into his murder mystery.

Oh god, would Keiichi be that gamer? You know the type.

I kind of love how everyone's knee-jerk reaction to the Teppei situation is to just go immediately to violence. Except for the "reasonable" adults, everyone's reaction has more or less just been "let's kill the fucker."

Rika is being much more open about her desires to drown her sorrows. I think she might have a problem. (I'm quietly mourning my lack of photo editing software, or drive to edit Rika onto Stone Cold Steve Austin.)

Lighthearted silliness aside now it's time to get back to talking about the Satoko Houjou cruel abuse hour. During a meeting for the festival Keiichi and Ooishi talk about how they plan to go to the Child Consultation Center the next day and make them see their resolve. Ooishi talks about how hey maybe don't, cause it might cause issues if you know what I mean. Keiichi says nuts to that and he's going to do it anyway. He's gonna be the biggest, loudest, most persistently annoying thorn in their side, and no one can stop his manly resolve! Ooishi basically applauds this resolve, and the two have a manly fist bump affirming their manliness across the generational gap.

[indigosfindings]

tiff thoughts part 2

seeds was like. fine i guess? idk, it had some pretty composition & good scenery shots, and the style emulation of tiktok/IG was flawless (& i wish it had been leaned into more past the first act lol), but it overall parsed as kind of simplistic, directionless, punch-pulling, & budget-constrained. for as much of a thriller as it's trying to be, there's little sense of threat or escalation. some of the humour was pretty funny, esp when it (very intermittently) leans into internet-style jokes, but a lot of it was also reeeally dry

sharp corner was really, really good. an extremely tight character study. im obsessed with the sort of inversion of "defending the homestead" it presents. astonishingly realistic depiction of Main Character Syndrome with an unwaveringly meticulous & attentive rendition of the pursuant thought processes. the decisions wrt the rural scenery and the cast demography (eg the protagonist inviting himself to a black man's funeral as part of his entitled absorption of suffering) reaffirm my belief that the neuroses in question are best taken as, like, an extension--a really creative one!--of white supremacy & colonial fantasies of atomized self-sufficiency

ick was solid. the central theming (monster/infection as (in joseph kahn's own words) longstanding & festering in an embodiment of the modern culture of crisis (& also, like, stagnancy/alienation)) is surprisingly meaty but held back imo by the noncommittal tone. im 100% able to fuck with an insincere movie, but i think one is kinda kidding oneself to suggest that a film in the key of, like, 'scary movie' is meaningfully bringing light to any loftier ambition. the political satire is present but barebones, and the bothsidesy have-your-cakey insistence on attempting to skewer both the right and the left (plenty of Conspiracy Nut type jokes, and plenty of "Woke Soyboy" type jokes), while admittedly demonstrating a rare-among-filmmakers degree of awareness of The Moment (albeit putting that to little use), when combined with the solipsistic tone, ultimately gives 'south park' more than anything. i will concede tho that it does have some really funny moments ("im calling the president"), and i think it's worth a watch purely for the insanely idiosyncratic visual style--i cant overstate how much it aesthetically parses like a feature-length music video (feat. plenty of needledrop-as-punchline moments too!). it's 90 minutes but feels a LOT longer (and not even in a bad way!)

the assessment was fucking WILD, i absolutely loved it. insane performance from alicia vikander. clashing incentives make extremely compelling drama, & textual richness is mined from the high concept--im enamoured with the idea of two people, assured in the security of their own social position, running aground of an abusive state apparatus, and the pull-no-punches approach to painting the scenario in shades of perversion & violence only enriches it further... it's as if the movie begs the viewer to remember times & places & ways that they & others have been dehumanized, deanonymized, stripped down & humiliated as part of some system's function. the biggest weakness is prpbably that the setting--an overtly eugenicist dystopia--is BEGGING to cast a dozen more shades of gray over the narrative concerns wrt reproduction & reproductive futurism, but the screenplay doesnt seem to have been written with any interest in that. i was initially wary about the (VERY) detailed epilogue, but ive settled on feeling that it recontextualizes earlier suspicions in a way that is more to the film's benefit than not. also i was thrown off by the extent to which elizabeth olsen looks and sounds like caitlin reilly lmao

[laurelindebear]

I wonder how much of the 'Mary Sue' thing is born of insecurity. I am always afraid of my characters being Mary Sues because I am deeply insecure and have a really baked-in fear of being unlikeable, cringey, annoying, burdensome...of existing, really, in a way which others can perceive negatively. Perfection is the path to love and acceptance and worth (for me; I can and do love others even while acknowledging their faults. Or at least I think I love them as far as I understand love, which is possibly not far.) (I am aware this is hugely fucked up, almost as much as my parentheses usage.)

But when I roleplay or create characters, my biggest power fantasy is 'kinda like me, but better in every way'. I want to be good, I want to be courageous and noble and heroic and strong in all the ways I am not in real life. I've had some chaotic-neutral type characters in RP, but even there they have often trended towards goodness and altruism over time, or at least have a solid moral code.

I've never made it through an 'evil' playthrough of a game. It's not fun, I don't want to do it. Maybe that means I'm not, deep down, inherently cruel and harmful. Maybe it just reminds me too much of the darkness I know is there that I have to try to keep locked down. I suspect it's the latter.

If I want to put a character in a world to, on some level, act out an imaginary scenario for myself, I do feel pressure to make them 'special' in some ways. Partly this is so they'll be interesting, but partly it's so they'll be worthy and good enough to 'earn' their place somehow. Because even in my own fantasies, I am not and could never be brave enough, clever enough, interesting enough, and certainly not beautiful enough to be worthy of renown, of adventure, of great deeds, of love, of power, of desire. So it has to be someone else that's relatable enough, but far, far better than me. How realistic can they be, if I'm real, and I'm not enough?

Given all that, it would hardly be surprising if I ended up with Mary Sues. No lesser figure could carry that much weight.

[sgt-seabass]

For the choose violence ask game!

17 and 25 👀

Be as lengthy as you like ☺️

thank you my sweet 🩵 I had a lot of fun with these two!

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

I answered pet play in this ask. but let me go into why I think there should be more, or I guess why I like it so much. pet play is the perfect found family scenario to me, akin to a werewolf or omegaverse fic, in pet play you find your pack, your mate, your people.

I absolutely adore caretaker dom / pet sub relationships cause even in dark fic form they can be wholesome. at its core in return for the subs affection and care, the dom takes care of everything they can. it can be a beautiful exchange. and I love it with a dark dom because they’re not out to hurt their sub - they just are so damn desolate and lonely that they want that innocent affection a puppy or pet can give. they want the joy of having someone with doting affection, even if they have to force it.

and I think in pet play there’s an element of just letting go for the sub. you can really heal your inner child in that space, because you’re safe and cared for. that idea bleeds in with the caretaker/little relationship as well. those relationships give me the most joy. and I have a ball writing those dynamics.

but yes, there should be more pet play 😂

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

this one I’m not too sure about tbh, cause most complaints I tend to agree with lmao.

I think for me the biggest annoyance is when people complain about dark fics. coming from the Hydra Trash Party realm and now dark ‘x reader’ creations it’s unfortunately common to receive comments from people who didn’t read the warnings, or just ignored them, and then complain about your creation. I’m not going to go into depth cause it gets political and I have a headache already lol - but dark fantasies are not a bad thing. and expressing them in a safe, creative form where no one is harmed is perfectly okay. I think it’s shitty to go after someone just because they wrote something you find offensive (there’s obviously contextual exclusions to this but you get what I mean).

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

[thanaredreamtof]

Mun questions !

Tagged by @myriadxofxmuses thank you!

Tagging : @hauxtedbeauty @blccdharmonyx @marvariants @athaexnen @xwelcometomysillylifexx

Get to know the Mun!

Name: call me El :)

Nickname : El

Face claim: I don’t have any for myself!

Pronouns : she/her

Height : 5’2

AESTHETIC: cottagecore/ clean girl

Last song listened to : Homesick by Noah Kahan

Favourite muses: I only have the one so my girl Felicity

Get to know the account!

What inspired you to take this muse?

I used to be a huge doctor who fan, and came up with Felicity first as a ‘female doctor’ haha I was like 15 when I first started with her so there wasn’t much to her when I first started. However through the blogs, and the writing, and the years, she developed into a much more fleshed out character and not just my way of writing a girl Matt Smith haha.

But I think having her origins as a character being her as a time lady has helped me envision her in multiple scenarios, her modern verse is perhaps her least used one as I have such fun threads involving a 1920s gang, or a fantasy au where she is immortal.

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse?

I love how open to the world Felicity is, she really tries to see the best in people and though she has been through so much she believes in hope and better things. In another world she’d probably be a Disney Princess because she’s so optimistic haha

I would say she’s also very brave, she isn’t afraid to risk her life for the ones she love. She can run away, she can fight, attack, she isn’t afraid to have her heart broken, so all around I think she is a brave and optimistic person.

Who’s your current Face Claim?

For her 18-22 age it’s Luca Hollestelle, and from 23 onwards it’s Emma Stone

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing?

Oooh what an interesting question. I love listening to music, I’ve always had a fascination with lyrics so while my writing may not always be great I like putting a spin on it. And I have some amazing writing partners at the moment, such as the very person who tagged me in this @myriadxofxmuses, and when I get such amazing replies back it pushes me as a writer to write something that I think can be on the same level.

Favourite type of threads?

Give me just starting to be some sort of romance before something bad happens. I love that.

[pentuppen]

H, M, T for the writer’s game

Oh lord that first question is a doozy for me but lets see....

H

I consider myself heavily influenced by three writers that I fell in love with between childhood and now. Terry Pratchett, Stephen King and Garth Ennis, which is admittedly a fairly eclectic mix.

I would best describe my writing style as emotional horror fantasy. I can't not dive into my characters thought processes, we spend a lot of time in peoples heads when I write, neither could I successfully write a mundane slice of life story with any real conviction without there being some form of psychological / supernatural horror element to it, I love it too much! I want my readers to experience the thought processes in horror, desire and everyday thought, so that when I pull a gut punch, they really feel it.

M

I don't have many au scenarios as I tend to be inspired by many fantasy style medias which are usually a gold mine for stories in themselves. However I did briefly toy with the idea of a modernish film Noir scenario with Astarion and Gale working as private eyes. It did not turn into a story but I did have fun working it around in my mind.

T

I don't think there are any types of fic I'd say I couldn't stand as I am a firm believer in being allowed to express your cannons without being thought policed by the general opinion of others. However there ARE some tropes I won't read or ever involve in my fictions because they just don't work for me. My biggest is that I just can't deal with writing or reading from first person perspective, it makes my brain itch in a way that just distracts me from the story in general. I'm also not a huge fan of characters that stray waaaaay beyond their actual characterization in fanfic, or sudden changes of personality in any fic that have no real explanation to them. I like plot armour as much as the next person, but it has to be -good- plot armour, or I start to lose interest quickly if the stakes are always too low for any real tension.

Thank you for the ask! I do love talking about writing but consider myself too 'weird' to fall into my obsessed rambling with people so its nice to have the opportunity <3

[pazodetrasalba]

ἰδέα

Dear Caroline:

This was very illuminating, but as you say, not that surprising. My naive Venn Diagram for EA sees it as the intersection of Behavioral Economics and Utilitarian Philosophy (alternatively, it could also be portrayed as the friendly, charity-focused front of the Rationalist movement), so your economics background would clearly predispose you to it at least partially. Beyond that, I get the feel that Consequentialism is the philosophy of choice amongst economists: it goes well with a positive evaluation of capitalism, expected value calculations and 'the most good for the biggest number'.

More intriguing is what you say about 'taking ideas seriously', which requires a certain type of mentality - very intellectual, very logical, a bit self-centered, and not too pragmatic or accommodating. I suspected, probably wrongly and extrapolating badly from myself, that teenagers would go along this a lot, the context being them still retaining black-and-white mind frames while having lost their religious beliefs. It definitely did with me, and the danger here is that any reasonably good and plausible memeplex that you pick up has the power to latch on to you like barnacles to a rock; you are very unlikely to go and read other visions and counterarguments, and it will take you ages to purge yourself of dogmatic beliefs.

But by taking ideas seriously I think you mean not only questions of belief and acting out, but of exploring the logical consequences and paths they lead to. I see this making a lot of sentence when you're talking of logic and mathematics, where you can follow the thread of theorems derived from the axioms, and check for contradiction or unlikeable results. I kind of don't see it working that well in real life, though, because of the massive degree of uncertainty, and the way in which a lot of what you'd call Bayesian inference just feels like cooking up bs numbers without sufficient evidence, or even the perspective of having it. The AI risks debate has flared up quite a lot since you wrote this post. I will be reading a couple of books on the topic next year, but it is difficult not to feel two vibes about it which lead to -in cases of doubt- to some degree of flippancy:

AGI doom scenarios look such a distillation of sci-fi uber-nerd cultish, dystopian fantasies that it feels difficult to even start to take them seriously

Then again, lots of people I consider really smart do take them seriously, including some that seem to have started from the opposite side of the fence. But heck, they can all still be nerd-biased one kind or another. And it is all ultimately a castle built on speculations and what ifs.

Quote:

To take ideas seriously means that you intend to live by, to practice, any idea you accept as true.

Ayn Rand

[pinkacidkisses]

👑 🍭🧴please :3

In ref to this ask list.

hi! ♥

If I had to engage in one kink for the rest of my life... Well, I'll use umbrella Ageplay if that's allowed? It encompasses so much of what I want/need. If umbrella terms weren't allowed, probably more specifically infantilization.

Blankies or big sweatshirts? Blankies! I'm obsessed with them. They make me feel so safe. They're the best cuddle partners and pillows and everything.

Ooo! Do I like CNC, and if so what type? Mhm, I do I do! Gosh, I honestly haven't really categorized it into types in my head. What types are there? I don't think I'm against any specific type, really! What would my favorite scenarios be, though? I want to be kidnapped; it's one of my biggest fantasies. (I won't detail it here, because it has triggering and dark elements. Well duh lmao. But I mean that aren't sexual for a majority of people.) I love LOVE erotic gaslighting. Gentle/condescending CNC - "Oh come on, is it really that bad? Just enjoy it..." Or CNC which goes to, "Look how much you actually like it, you slut." IDK lmao I really think most CNC scenarios can be great, depending on the mood. Sorry, hee.

[alltheirdamn]

girl, you’re going to send me on a tangent about this!!!!😭

okay… okay, let’s see

Jumping right in going to answer the questions right along with you bb:

Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

So first things first: yes, i have many kinks I want to write. There are some I find will either be too niche (and not everyone’s cup of tea) or it will be something i personally don’t feel confident in writing. there are certain kinks that i see other fic writers take charge with and think “damn, i sure as fuck can’t do it that well”. so, i take a step back and let them do their thing. IRL experiences? there’s one lil drabble i posted that may or may not be a personal experience, but i tend to create organic and fresh scenes that i can immerse myself in without feeling biased. (i’m going to shamelessly plug that i love receiving asks/anons with ideas or suggestions on certain kinks/scenes, because sometimes my brain is mush and i cannot think up new ideas… which is where workshopping helps a lot too)

(OTHER Q/A)

how do you come up with the scene/scenario for smut?

For the longggest of times, i was so afraid of writing smut. reading other fic writers & their own work was so intimidating. i was so overly critical about my own work and worried that everything i wrote was absolute SHIT. i struggled for so long trying to find a way to verbalize a scene i could picture in my head so clearly. The biggest thing i found that helped was just letting myself be carefree in it. i would stumble across song lyrics or pictures floating around pinterest, and decided “you know, you CAN do this.” To circle back to the actual question, i loveeeee music as the inspiration for smut. it gives me the creative ability to verbalize the way a song/lyric makes me feel. i try not to focus so much on the tiny details, and more or less try and create the world that’s being painted in my head. i want these scenes/scenarios to grow organically and be portrayed to the reader as clearly as i see them in my own mind. (and sometimes, the inspiration is just one or two words… for instance my Declined one-shot was literally in my notes app as: Joel mechanic card declines) <- like what the fuck how?

Finding the balance between planning things out so it's a comprehensive story while also leaving enough undecided that things can come up naturally.

I am very very bad at planning a story out. Like extremely bad. I will have xyz done in my head with very little else to help supplement the idea. the “undecided” aspect tends to be the bigger pieces of a fic/story, while the “planning out” tends to almost always be the dialogue. i talk… and talk… and talk to myself until i magically create a scene in my head. once the dialogue is mostly thought up, i build around it and hope for the best. i can’t say that this works all the time, but it terms of smut-centered fics, it’s what works best for me. My fic, Killing Me Softly, was no where near where i thought it would be by the end. @loonmartell came to me with an insane thread of theories and it struck me as like an “oh my for how did i not see this??” moment and i just let the theories take charge and direct the story in the way it did. i feel as tho if i plan TOO much, it leaves little room for exploration in terms of character development and plot progression.

Damn now you got me thinking about what would change if my characters "talked" to me too! / It must feel like there's writer's meeting or something except you're the only one doing the work

I read the responses and explanations to this and at first was like “no way, this doesn’t happen to me”. and then i looked at the Declined one-shot and how it spiraled into a full blown mini-series. More times than not, I’m inside the readers head creating the “what’s next” narrative to a story. (when there sometimes SHOULDN’T be a “what’s next) it’s so easy to get greedy and write more for the sake of a duo, but then i have to put the captains hat back on and say “no, i’m driving this fucking boat and you bitches need to get off and let the next two ride”. if i let my characters talk to me, hypothetically speaking, i’d never finish a story and continue their journey forever. but also… i wouldn’t hate having Joel Miller in my ear all day long.

who will frequently help me to workshop ideas and save my ass!

literally up until like maybe a month or two ago, i was still navigating this community solo. like, i hadn’t put myself out there too much and just kind of free-balled it without much interaction. BUT if it weren’t for Loon and their beautiful brain and big ideas, KMS would have never been what it is. and then @mermaidgirl30 comes along, and now we frequent each others inbox all week about coming chapters/drabbles/screenshots & i LOVE IT!!! @lotusbxtch , you’ve been a goddamn genius and my absolute horny confidante in the wee hours of the night giving me the joosiest ideas and helping me rapid fire some plans for future smut. having this community around has been so amazing, personally AND creatively speaking.

i try and tell myself that the more i write, the more practice i’m getting… so even if some smut scenes suck, i know they are only stepping stones for future WIP’s.

anyway, okay it’s 3AM & i need to stfu so i love you all & will now be zipping my mouth before i keep typing until my fingers bleed.

Question for Fic Writers

So I'm curious about something. If you write smut, how do you come up with the scene/scenario?

For me it just sort of comes to me when I'm thinking about my characters. Like especially for my chaptered series, I'll be thinking about the characters and their progression and then a smut idea for them will just pop into my head like a movie scene. I rarely feel like I'm struggling to come up with a scene bc my brain just sort of fills in the blanks if that makes sense?

But I wanna know about other writers. Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

Please share bc I'm super curious!

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"You Shouldn't Want This." The Grabber X AFAB! Reader.

Well I saw The Black Phone and thanks to @darling-disastrous amazing writing I got to thinking, with a little inspo from @darklylucid and also naturally being into him brought us to here. This was supposed to be short but then it ended up over 3K. Sch-whoopsie. Anyway, not much to say other than I might write more of him if people like how I do him and more inspo hits! Hope you all enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.6K. The Grabber X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Extreme Fantasy. Rough Stuff. Kidnapping. Dub-Con. Somnophilia. Masturbation.Groping.  Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Spanking. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Dirty Talk. Nipple Play. Panty Snatching. Reader Is A Closet Freak. He Is A Fucking Creep. A Perfect Match. 

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You were never the type to do what you were told or want traditional things, things that everyone says you should want. Following the trends wasn’t for you, it just wasn’t. You were not the kind of person to do what was popular or considered ‘right’ when you could be doing what you wanted to. Your tastes were much more unusual but at least you had enough common sense to not go blasting the more wild and out there ones for the general public to judge and pick over. 

Your sexual tastes and proclivities always boarded on the fringes of what others would deem acceptable but you would just keep it hush hush. You think about your intense fucked up fantasies with your hand down your panties and jerk off till you cum buckets and then move on with your day. You could cope with that, move on with your regular life and pretend that the idea of someone tying you up, holding you down, being rough, hurting you, didn’t get you wetter than anything else ever has. 

Or that was your old life.

You USED to be able to do that.

That has become significantly harder ever since you were kidnapped, ever since you had been stuck in this basement God knows where, ever since he, whoever he really was, had taken you. Who knows if you’d ever get out, ever see home or friends or family or your own bed again, it was terrifying, awful. And yet the evidence left in the thin lace hugging your body says otherwise…

Again you shouldn’t want this! You know that about yourself, you shouldn’t but fuck, you couldn’t help it. You dunno what the start of it was, but for the longest time the idea of kidnapping was too hot, one of your biggest and hottest fantasies, go to, grade-A, pure masturbation fuel. So when this guy, older, bigger, stronger, kidnapped you, when you woke up in his cold, barely decorated save for the disconnected phone on the wall and the bolted down mattress, basement, you couldn’t help that when the initial panic calmed down it was replaced with much more pleasant feelings. 

Pleasant but shockingly wholly unwelcome! This was a life or death situation, fraught with real danger and you were soaking wet, sitting on this bed, totally alone after he had come down to talk to you. 

Three whole days in this scenario is an impressive amount of self restraint to show while in this situation without getting yourself off. You woke up to find your hand in your shorts and you were dripping, had been aching and it had been so long, longer than you ever went without indulging yourself in your little fantasies and self abuse. You were still half asleep and you said quietly to the basement that you were forced to call home for the foreseeable forever, “Fuck it.” 

That was something else that really did it for you that urged you on. You loved the idea of someone using you while you slept, being woken up to a talented tongue between your thighs or curious fingers prodding your hole or best of all a thick, fat cock splitting you wide. It made you cum insanely hard, many an early morning, still sleepy in bed. It was how you would kick off your day and it always woke you up, energised you to take on the day and clear your head. 

Your mind flashed to him naturally, that mask he wore, terrifying but intriguing, to those eyes you could barely make out, weren’t even sure what colour they were but they never left you the whole time he was down there with you. He took you so easily, snatched you right up, managed to bring you down here himself, he was clearly really strong, he could give you what you needed. He could hold you down no problem, he took you off the street behind your house, he would take you just about anyway he wanted couldn’t he? It was much too exciting a thought. 

Your eyes still squeezed shut, fingers rubbing in fast tight circles you cum and you cum hard. It took you less then four minutes to cum to the thought of your captor holding you down and fucking you raw. 

You caught your breath, pulled your hand out and looked at your slick and sticky fingers, you felt better. Mind clearer, not as hot and bothered, your breathing was evening out and you thought that this was good, get it out of your system. Now you could focus on finding a way out of here.

You were wrong.

So, so fucking wrong. It didn’t quench the thirst, it fanned the flames and simultaneously opened the floodgates. You giving in and cumming that once made it impossible to stop, made you want to do it all the more and you found yourself with massive amounts of time on your hands with basically nothing to do; nothing to do other than try to escape or try to get off.

You tried to hold back, tried to fight it but it was useless and futile. Body crying out for relief, release, desperate for it and you were only human, the flesh is willing and weak and so are you and thus, you give in. 

Over and over. 

You masturbate, you don’t know how many times a day, you don’t bother counting, you just go until your body gives out, until your fingers are cramping, your arms are too tired and your clit too sore to press on. Until the next day rolls around and you are back at it after some sleep. Your dreams are not helping matters whatsoever either, awake or asleep you are plagued by him it seems. At night in your dreams he speaks to you, hearing his voice right in your ear as he uses your body, brings you pleasure and pain in near equal measure. In daylight you wake up, slick with sweat and so wet, unable to resist the urge to touch, thinking about the fact he is one floor up and could come down and catch you at any minute. 

You wondered, what if he caught you? What would he do? What would he say? Would he be angry, furious, would he punish you, would he be disgusted? The thoughts fire through your brain nearly as quickly as your fingers curl into yourself. 

He started to clue in quickly. He knew you were different, that something was up with you. The way you talked to him, looked at him, something in your body language and face told him that you weren’t quite as afraid as you should be. 

There was something else there for sure and you weren’t being as subtle as you might have thought. There was a reason for that though, you were getting bolder because you thought what did you really have to lose? You were in this basement and the hope of you getting out alive was well slim, you weren’t even trying that hard to escape which said all kinds of awful shit about you that you weren’t willing to think about, so why not try it? 

Why not see if you can’t entice him and live out that filthy fantasy that has been permeating your brain for years. I mean you had always thought that you’d never get to do it seriously but now you have the chance to actually live out your dream you’d be stupid not to make the attempt. Or maybe you were more stupid for attempting it? Maybe the stupidest thing of all was throwing your life away and not making a bigger effort to leave?

Did it really matter? No. 

If you were going to die either way, everyone dies eventually, why not have some fun and try to get fucked stupid first? You were so curious about what his reaction would be, you just couldn’t not find out. 

You had a plan of course, knew that it would be a matter of time, he keeps coming down to the basement late at night and if he comes in to find you like this, totally bared and spread out? You knew you would have your answer. 

He had been getting into the habit of watching you sleep, for at least a while, you seemed so restless, as if you were having constant nightmares they way you would move and make sounds in your sleep cluing him in to the fact that you were dreaming about something distressing. 

He opened the door quietly, came in slowly, he felt something that made him pause, a look down to find he had stepped on something, he moved his shoe to see what looked to be a piece of clothing. He reached down, he touched, picked them up, they were yours, specifically the jean shorts you normally wore. He was still half bent at the waist when he looked over to the bed and what he saw made his breath catch. 

You were on the bed, on your stomach, not a single bit of clothing on you, he saw them strewn about, your shirt balled in a corner, your underwear on the floor next to the mattress. You looked deep asleep, he dropped your shorts back where he found them and came closer, eyes fixed on your body the entire time. You were attractive, it wasn’t why he decided to take you, no, he took you because it was easy, you were there, the basement was empty and the urge struck him. 

Seeing you laying there, dead asleep, so exposed and vulnerable, his mind was running away with him, thoughts of just what he could do.

He knew he could always do whatever he wanted to you at any point ever since he stole you away and brought you here but the point is really driven home with you in this fashion. He continues his approach and as he gets closer he sees it, in the very low light he can make out the arousal shining on your inner thighs, oh you were fucking wet. Judging by the slight dark wet patch underneath you he could now see, your cunt was drooling onto the dirty bed below, had him hard insanely fast. 

You were deep asleep, seemed lost in a dream, he already knew just what he wanted to do, he wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to feel you, he wanted to use your sleeping body.

So he did. He started slowly, left hand met your left ankle, his touch featherlight not because he wanted to be gentle but he didn’t want you to wake up, not yet, he wanted to see how far he could push this little game, how much he could touch before you woke. His fingertip skated up your leg until he reached the back of your knee, fuck, your skin was so soft, he wanted to touch you so much, grab whole handfuls and take. And he would, as soon as he pressed too far and you woke up he would really have his fun. 

His hand kept moving, up and up until he met the curve of your ass and he carefully slid his palm over it, hand closing, feeling the plushness of you, the fullness and weight and it wasn’t enough. His other hand joined his effort, smoothing over your other cheek and feeling, a soft squeeze, extremely light and nowhere near satisfying enough but it was a start.  

His hands dragged back down and his thumbs spread you open easily, eyes falling down to see your leaking hole, you were really out, you hadn’t stirred at all yet. His thumbs both traced the rim of your hole and that finally made you move, he heard your breath catch slightly, a small move of your hips and a hum and he paused, held still until he was sure you settled again. He rested one knee on the mattress, it sagged from his added weight but he needed to be closer to you. He touched further, you were so wet, the heat was radiating off your slit, your body looked so inviting, he bet you would feel so tight it would almost hurt. 

Speaking of hurt, his pants were much too tight, he needed some relief, as fun as playing around with your body was and trying not to get caught. The rush of it undeniable, felt really dirty and hot, there was no reason to keep waiting. He wanted you and it wasn’t like he would get in trouble, what could you do to stop him?

Little did he know, you woke up the second he got into the basement. You kept your body still and eyes closed and just waited. Listened as he made his approach and it took everything inside you to stop yourself from reacting when he touched you. Right now you wanted to arch your back and present yourself, push your hips up and beg him to do something, anything, whatever he wanted. 

Lucky, lucky you, it was as if he read your mind. You felt his hand lift up, a wet sound, you weren’t sure what until you heard the hum then it hit. Oh God he tasted the trace of you that had spilled onto his thumb when he circled your hole, that is so hot, you wondered if he liked the taste until you felt his hand move, two fingers dipped inside, slid in halfway, much more roughly and the moan slipped out unbidden. 

“Oh so the slut is awake.”

That voice, so rough, the tone with so much bite to it, you involuntarily clench on his fingers. “You really want it, hmm? Asking for it.” 

You let out some needy sound akin to a whine with a shaky nod. “I had no idea you were like this when I took you in. You haven’t been playing the game but maybe I just picked the wrong one.” 

His fingers were moving now, slipping in and out at a hurried pace, you squirmed under him, breathing picking up quickly and he hooked his fingers just right. You don’t think he did it on purpose but it didn’t matter, he found that spot that made your legs tense, your fists curl against the mattress and another moan be released. “Oh ffffu-”

Another hard curl of his fingers made your curse cut off with a gasp, head thrown back, charade of sleeping long since abandoned, “There-ahnn, right there!” 

He hummed again, an acknowledgment of what you said, “Yeah, right there?”

He mocked and your eyes shut tight with a frantic nod as he continued his assault of his fingers in your drenched hole, curling into that same spot again and again. You wondered where his other hand was until you felt it, the movement behind you on the mattress, he had gotten his belt and pants open one handed and said one hand was wrapped around himself. He was two fingers deep inside of you, fingering you as he stroked himself. 

You moved your hips so you could grind yourself on the mattress as he fingered you, got pressure against your aching clit and it felt even better. As soon as you were panting, feeling the beginnings of real pleasure to build he ripped his fingers out of you and then strong hands were pushing you higher up the mattress. You made a sound of protest but he put a stop to that, a firm smack on your ass with his still wet hand that had you crying out. 

“You are gonna play nice okay? You are going to let me do whatever I want and I bet you are going to love it, alright?”

Another series of hard and fast hits landed until you practically sobbed out a yes. “Alright, alright I will!”

You were sure you would have a mark or two leftover from him. He was on both knees behind you, a quick taste of what was left on his fingers as he got closer. “Hips up.” 

You listened, scrambling to get into position and his hands on your sore ass spread you wide, he didn’t linger, he lined up and thrust inside. You knew it. You knew that he was big, but having him force himself inside like this, so thick. The initial penetration hurt, ached in a way that was really good, you had been dreaming of getting stretched like this, your fingers weren’t enough, hell his fingers hadn’t been either although they were nicer than yours had been. 

He didn’t stop until he was fully buried inside of you, leaning over your body, his weight heavy on your back. You can hear his own heavy breathing near you ear now, he still had that mask on, you wanted to see him but this, being fucked in this position, dirty, disconnected, it was doing something for you. He cursed as he rocked his hips, “Fuck, that feels good.”

An indulgent moan of agreement as he stopped going so easy, harder movements, a quicker pace, rough, it made your body shift under him with every movement. You knew this too, how strong he was, he could fuck you into the filthy mattress below with ease. 

There is still an edge of pain but it is quickly lessening, pleasure getting stronger and stronger with each time the ridged head of his cock dragged over that spot inside. You weren’t doing a single thing to hide how good it felt, the basement was soundproofed after all. You allowed every panting breath and strangled moan escape and thankfully it seemed to encourage him, he wanted to hear more still. One of his hands slipped underneath you and gripped one of your tits, rough, uncaring for how it felt to you in that moment but the grind of him against your walls more than made up for it. 

He fucked into you harder, a hard pinch to your nipple and that made you try to pull away and that wouldn’t do. He held inside to the hilt and he repeated the action, harder, making you yelp as his other hand was on your throat. “Don’t do that. There’s no getting away from this.” 

More like there is no getting away from him. 

You bite your bottom lip and bared it, made to take it as his hand squeezed your throat, his cock sitting heavy inside as he pulled at and abused your poor tits for his own amusement. Every sharp jolt of pain was making you work him from the inside, your walls squeezing and nearly milking him. “If I knew, fuck, if I knew how good you felt I wouldn’t have waited, could have been doing this every night-”

He began to move again, his hands on your shoulders, pushing your top half down, forcing you into face ass up, one of his hands on your face as he picked up the pace from before. “Could have been using this body, had me in here instead of your dirty little fingers.” 

You moaned low and long, eyes fluttering closed as he got his fill of you, his pace was growing erratic, you knew he was getting close. “I know you’ve been do-doing that, right? Basement has been smelling like pussy for fucking days.” 

He knew, of fucking course he knew, no way you could get away with anything under his roof without him finding out. “M’ not mad, I want you to keep doing it, want you to keep this hole nice and wet and ready for me.”

You were moaning incoherently under him, simply along for the ride, a rag doll for him, your thighs pressed together was giving you just enough pressure, you were close too, convinced if he came it would push you over. A hard smack to your ass brought you back to centre, “Can you do that for me, yes or no?”

Shit, he actually wanted an answer for his previously line of questioning, you gasped out, “Yes, yes, whatever you want, anything for you-” 

And just before you could tell him you were close, just before you could beg him properly to not stop, to please let you cum, he pulled out, one hand on your ass, the other wrapped around himself. You had to bite your tongue hard to prevent yourself from screaming in pure frustration at the loss of your orgasm while feeling him paint your ass with his. Thick ropes of burning hot cum landing on the already forming bruises on your sore and stinging flesh and your buried your face in the crook of your forearm, trying to hide the tears that were already welling up. 

You feel him wipe his tip against you along with his hand, making sure all of his cum was left on your body and you feel the mattress shit again, him sitting back behind you. 

“Fun game, maybe I should let you pick more often.” He mused before he got up. You listened to his footsteps head towards the door, your body ready to collapse when he paused and said, “I meant what I said. Be ready.”

You lifted your head up enough to tell him, “I will be.”

There was a beat before he responded, simply, one word, “Good.” 

And you heard the door closed and you were left alone again. You allowed yourself to fall onto your stomach, with a sigh your hand went between your legs, you used his cum as lube to get yourself off, fingered your sore and leaking cunt until you came with a sob from the relief that swept through you. 

It wasn’t until you got up to collect your clothes for some warmth that you realised he had stolen your panties on his way out. As you tugged the denim up your legs you thought that maybe next time if you edged yourself enough you might cum with him stuffed inside you and that was pretty damn good motivation.