#just because it's a coherent sentence does not mean it helps us make a good policy

[anythingforstories]

If one more coworker at my MEDICAL CLINIC job uses AI instead of their brain cells and then throws an incredibly generic and useless mashup of words at me, I might scream.

[back2bluesidex]

Gin and Tonic - JJK Ft. Kim Mingyu (18+)

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem Reader X Kim Mingyu

Theme: Pwp, SMUT

Wordcount: 2.2k+

Summary: If Jungkook is pungent as Gin then you need Mingyu as Tonic water to soothe your throat.

Warnings: Explicit sex, filthy sex, threesome, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl position, she takes both of them at the same time, protected sex and unproduced sex both (wrap it up), creampie, cum eating.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This is written as a birthday gift for my bestie @phenomenalgirl9. belated happy birthday girl. Hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I am not a carat and I don't even know the names of seventeen members properly. I have written this just because my bestie is a carat army and I wanted to write something to quench her thirst. hehe. so, please don't mind if Mingyu's character here is vague. I don't know him well to write him properly.

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“W-what do you mean?” you can’t help but shutter. 

The initial shock hasn’t died down yet but you can see another wave approaching you just when your dear boyfriend opens his mouth, “I mean, this. Is. your. Birthday gift.” he gestures towards the other man sitting right beside him. 

You want to scoff. He spoke those words with extra intervals between them as if it would start making sense in that way. If Jungkook thought so then he was wrong. 

Because nothing makes sense anymore. 

You dare risk a glance at his best friend, the other man, Kim Mingyu - aka the epitome of beauty and puppy energy. 

He smiles innocently at you, even though the proposal is anything but innocent and your stomach winds up in knots. 

“But jungkook… this… how- I mean-” you try to speak again but your state makes it tough to form a coherent sentence or a thought for that matter. 

Jungkook stands up from his side of the couch and walks towards where you are sitting. Mingyu stays silent for the entire time as if he needs approval in order to start speaking. 

Propling down beside you, Jungkook reasons, “Why not, Y/N? Remember you once told me how you want to be in charge for once?” 

Your eyes go wide. Jungkook is really talking about your bedroom practices right when his best friend is sitting there, looking like a three-course meal. 

“Yeah but how does that have anything to do with him?” you whisper. Honestly, you are not that frank with Mingyu. You have seen him only a handful of times since you and Jungkook got together. 

Jungkook chuckles, “Baby, you already know that being dominant is like my second nature. I can’t let you be in charge even if I try. So, I am giving you a chance to dominate the most submissive man I know” he points towards Mingyu again, who still stays silent, “as a birthday gift.” 

You wish Mingyu would say something. Something like this is not a good idea. But that guy- does he even know how to talk? 

“But baby-” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. You low-key love the idea. I have caught you throwing glances at me several times before. And I would be lying if I said the image of you riding me didn’t cross my mind.” Mingyu finally opens his mouth and now you wish he would have stayed silent. 

You don’t dare look at him, you divert your eyes towards your boyfriend, almost expecting Jungkook to be mad at Mingyu’s confession but when you look at him.. You find him smirking. 

Jungkook stands again and this time he stands towering your figure. Mingyu follows his suit. 

“We will take good care of you baby. Just trust us.” Jungkook speaks looking down on you. You can see his eyes hazy with lust already. 

“I will be good, I promise, Y/N.” this time it’s Mingyu. You finally take a good look at him, he is wearing a beige hoodie with a pair of dark denim - he looks like a Greek god descending to earth just to make your one wish come true.  

Your boyfriend on the other hand has chosen to go all black. A black t-shirt with a black zip-up, a black beanie and equally black jeans. He knows you drool when he dresses like that. Hence, the choice of his outfit is intentional. 

This might be a one-time opportunity- I mean- two of the most attractive guys you have ever seen are ready to pleasure you on your birthday, what else would you even want? 

You should say yes. 

So you nod a yes, even though your insides are already burning with anticipation and you feel like you will faint from the sheer excitement that is filling every nuke of your body. 

“Good girl.” Jungkook praises, poking his lip ring with his tongue. He then dives down and picks you up bridal style like a sack of rice, “let’s go then.” 

Jungkook crosses the distance from your living room to your bedroom with only five big strides, Mingyu follows him closely. 

He sits you on the bed and retires himself to sit on the armchair placed at a corner. 

“Y/N baby, he is all yours to play with.” Jungkook speaks in an authoritative tone. His voice sends goosebumps all the way from your head to toes. 

“Hey, Y/N. loosen up, yeah? I know you are nervous but it will be fun. I will do whatever you ask me to do okay?” Mingyu sits on his knees to match your eye level. He probably sensed your nervousness. 

His voice is really soothing, soft. Unlike Jungkook, his tone is not at all demanding, kind of pleading if you add. So you nod a yes. 

“So for starters, tell me what do you want me to call you?” He smiles sweetly. Your heart melts a little and you set yourself at ease. 

“Call me by my name only.” you reply. 

“Okay.” he takes your hand and places a kiss on the back of your hand. Your skin is now ablaze. 

“Can I kiss you here?” he places his index finger on your collarbone. You utter a yes. 

Mingyu moves forward and places the next kiss on your collarbone. His kisses start small but soon turn into huge, open-mouthed, wet kisses. 

Your hands wander around his shoulders, then to his chest, to his hair and you feel impatient already. You need to see him. You need to see him naked. 

“Undress yourself, Gyu.” you order him softly. 

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Dang, did your name always sound so good rolling out from Mingyu’s pretty tongue? 

Mingyu stands up and starts undressing himself by taking off his hoodie. Soon he is standing only on his briefs. 

You are so distracted by the guy that you completely forgot your boyfriend is basically sitting right there enjoying the show. 

You ogle at Mingyu, who opens his mouth to place his demand this time, “Y/N… can I undress you? Hm?” 

That’s when you realize that you are still completely dressed. You nod nervously. You have never been naked in front of two males at the same time. 

But you don’t get the chance to feel much because Mingyu works fast. Within a few seconds you are sitting only with your panties on. Panties that Jungkook got you as a gift. 

“So pretty” Mingyu mumbles. His left hand comes to touch your tits but you swat it away. 

With a weird flare of confidence within yourself you say, “did I say you could touch me?” 

Mingyu visibly jolts at your sudden change of persona, “n-no. I am sorry.” 

“Good that you apologized. Now go and sit up against the bed.” you point at the space where you want your boyfriend’s best friend. 

Jungkook is amused to say the least. As much as he likes you as his babygirl only, he needs to admit that you are quite hot while trying to be in charge. He has already started getting hard but when he sees you straddling Mingyu’s lap and placing your core right on his crotch, his cock twiches inside his pants. 

Mingyu groans, which is understandable. 

You feel Mingyu’s erection poking at your entrance through the layers of clothing and you start getting wet at once. The pretty groan that Mingyu lets out doesn’t help at all. 

Once you are seated properly, you start rolling your hips against him. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers get lost in his dark hair. 

Fuck! This feels so good already! Why did you even think of declining the offer? 

“Can I suck your tits, Y/N?” Mingyu asks cutely. 

You sigh, “you can.” and he takes a nipple inside his mouth. 

His tongue rolls your nipples inside his mouth for a few seconds and then he starts suckling on the bud like a hungry beast. His sucks are so powerful that you start seeing stars. As a result, you grind on his length harder than ever. 

Mingyu can’t help but moan and moan. He is a little messy by the way his drool is dropping down the mound of your breast and landing on your stomach, but you are loving it much more than you thought you would. 

His strong hands hold you by your waist, pressing you down on himself. 

“Y/N, I- ump- I want to be inside you.” Mingyu speaks with a mouth full of your tits. You are pretty sure you have bruises all over your chest by now. 

However, Mingyu’s confession somehow catches you off-guard. He really wants to fuck you? As in fuck you for real? Will things be normal between you and him after everything or between him and Jungkook- oh fuck- Jungkook. 

You twist your neck by 90 degrees to catch your boyfriend sitting at the corner of the room. But the scene that welcomes you - heightens your hornyness tenfold. 

Jungkook has gotten rid of his pants and he has his shaft on his hand. He is semi-hard and massaging himself to uncover his cock’s full potential. 

The sight has you choking on your own spit and wits, too bad that Minguy is now thrusting up while biting down on the skin of your throat. 

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours and you can’t help but feel an invincible urge of sucking him while Mingyu is inside you. 

“I- I want to suck you, daddy.” you murmur. But Jungkook hears it anyway. 

“You want me suck me while my best friend fucks you, huh? You dirty little whore.” Jungkook chuckles while standing up from his seat. 

He comes to stand before you and Mingyu in no time. 

“Gyu, wrap yourself up.” Jungkook hands him a packet of condoms. Mingyu accepts it with a nod. His face is all messy with his own spit. His underwear sports a large wet spot due to pre-cum. 

You chuckle at the sight, “you really want to fuck me, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes.” he nods eagerly. 

You help him in getting rid of his briefs and putting the condom in. then you dismount yourself from his lap only to sit facing Jungkook. 

As you slide down on Mingyu’s cock in reverse cowgirl position, your mouth falls open with the length and girth that welcomes you. 

The stretch is delicious. 

Once you sink in, you take Jungkook’s length in your hand, and rub the pre-cum on his tip. 

Spitting on your hands, you lubricate Jungkook’s giant cock and place the tip on your tongue. 

Just when you take Jungkook fully inside your mouth, your hips roll back on Mingyu’s length. The rhythm that you set yourself in seems to work perfectly. You don’t miss a beat in riding Mingyu and sucking jungkook off at the same time. Both men are a mess by the time you feel your legs giving up. 

Both of them are groaning, moaning, head thrown back. Hair clinging to their forehead with sweat. 

You are not doing much better. Both of your two primary holes being penetrated at the same time is as overwhelming as it is rewarding. All while Mingyu’s fingers draw vigorous figure eights on your clit. 

You jump on Mingyu’s cock one last time and gag on Jungkook’s cock as your orgasm hits you like a loaded truck. 

You fall on Jungkook's chest and you can feel Mingyu grabbing you by your waist.

You are almost relieved, almost because within a moment, Jungkook is grabbing you and laying you down on the bed. 

“Now it’s my turn” he says as he pushes the tip of his cock inside your wrecked hole. 

Mingyu is sitting right above your head with his shaft in his hand, he throws the condom away and starts massaging himself. 

You are well aware that none of them has hit their orgasm yet. So you take the charge again. 

You grab the base of Mingyu’s cock and direct it to your mouth but the pace Jungkook has taken up already makes it tough to suck the other man properly. 

You still do your best. 

Mingyu chants your name again and again. You see his eyes rolling back by your own rolled eyes. He is on his fours and you swear this is one of the best sights you have ever seen. 

On the other hand, Jungkook pinches your clit pounding inside you raw. Your walls clench him promising another mind-numbing orgasm. 

“Hold it. Hold it for a few seconds.” he says as his own rhythm starts to break. You know he is close too. 

Inside your mouth Mingyu’s cock twitches. 

“Let go.” Jungkook says and you let yourself go. 

You squirt, spitting your juices all over Jungkook’s shirt and face, Jungkook spills inside you. As if on cue, Mingyu spills inside your mouth. 

You lie there like a mass of torn limbs for how long you don’t even know as the both men try to catch their breath. 

—

“By the way, how do you know that Mingyu is submissive ?” You question. The picture of Mingyu on all fours with his cock inside your mouth while Jungkook fucks you dumb is still plaguing your mind. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything but he smirks. 

Fuck. Did they? 

The question renders your throat dry. 

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[amaderika]

. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader

001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...

the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.

“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.

you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.

although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.

as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.

he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—

“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.

that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.

he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”

“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”

you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”

oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”

people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.

you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”

“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.

your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.

6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.

“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.

“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.

“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .

he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.

the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.

it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.

the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.

he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.

he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.

“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”

he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?

he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.

it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.

you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.

you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”

the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.

yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.

“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.

you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.

yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.

“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.

yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!

as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.

that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”

you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean thick. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .

the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.

“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.

he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.

yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”

he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.

“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.

as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.

“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.

you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.

“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.

he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.

he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.

he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.

it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.

yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.

“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.

he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.

“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.

“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.

“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.

yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”

yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?

[omgfangirlland]

Hiya,

I was re-reading all of the series cause for some reason half my teachers decided to just not do anything today at class

It got me wondering.... That all of my asks are about everyone else in the series but Batsis really, soooooo let's give her more attention

I was wondering if Batsis herself will be clingy and protective of her loveds one, especially meaning the Grayson's family, the ones that adopt her with less steps (kidnapped her, at this point it's the same really) is she gonna cling to Debbie and Mark when the Batfam goes a bit out of their place?

Also IMAGINE THIS

Debbi vs Bruce confrontation?!

She gonna tell him all his truth's, she not gonna let all those years they neglected her baby slide.

-Nameless

Hiii 💚

This wasn't supposed to be this long but I just kept writing as the scenarios came in mind :))) I had fun with this, sorry for any spelling errors, didn't really check it through.

Yes she will! I do believe I hinted at that in the earlier chapter(or I wanted to hint at it and just forgot 🫠) EITHER WAY- yesss she will be clingy and protective.

She may be emotionally mature and chill, going with the flow in most situations, but even when she left she couldn't help but stay in contact with the Gotham rogues. She knows the risk of Batman finding out, of the possibility of him using her attachments against her- but she isn't willing to let go of the few people who, quite literally, raised her better than Bruce ever did.

Her vendetta against Joker wasn't because the clown did anything to her personally, but he had hurt enough people in her life for her to want him dead, and for her to be willing to do so herself. From Jason to Harley to even Barbara. Now- does batsis believe in rehabilitation? Yes, but some people can't be and don't want to be helped, and Joker was a long lost cause.

You know Cecil's whole "You can be the good guy, or you can save the world" spiel? Well Batsis would let the world burn if it meant keeping her loved ones safe and alive. Someone makes her choose between her fam and some stranger she's already out the door with Mark, Debbie whoever under her arm. She is a good person because she wants to be, not because she has to. And once she doesn't want to be anymore because of whatever reason- well, better to ask for forgiveness later than permission.

AZJHSD IMAGE THO

Like Debbie has been in the same room as the man before, she just glared. But once he tries to step on her toes? Once he tries to take her child, her baby girl, the same baby he carelessly buried in the back of his head? 1. Someone better call an ambulance, but not for her. 2. Get the cameras ready cuz the celebrity news reporters would have a month's worth of content.

She not only will eat him out, but beat his ass too if he says something wrong. And what's Brucie supposed to do? Bruce crafted his daytime persona to be a himbo- he can only cry and take it but if he does cry at least two reporters will say "Bruce Wayne tried to play the victim after being accused of child neglect" and mind you- the reporters already have slight proof of it- there are articles over articles of baby batsis being alone at competitions, so the media isn't on his side, not when they can milk it even more for the sweet, sweet clicks.

And if anyone comes to Batsis? Well, she'd prefer it be Lois, but beggars can't be choosers. Batsis is pulling out proof after proof after proof, the poor reporter is going to need another month to check the sources, they'll need another month to even begin to process everything and to put it into coherent sentences. Batsis isn't looking for trouble, but if trouble comes to her, well- she can't just ignore it :))

But if it is Lois- Batsis would help at every step, she needs security footage from years ago? No problem, here you go Miss Lane, Bruce keeps them on this private server, here is how you personally can get in without being noticed. She needs an article that's only in Gotham's archive about xyz? No biggie, here's the original, and ten copies.

Light work, batsis already helps her with stuff like this, she'd be cackling behind Lois as she writes, kicking her feet like a chaos-hungry gremlin. If Dami has a better relationship at the time with batsis rather than the fam? He'll jump the wagon too, hell he'll probably do it anyway. "If I had a nickel for every time I had to find out about an older blood sibling from another source but my father, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice." Twitter goes wild, this produces another week worth of content, batsis liking the post and retweeting "At least he raised you, I had better parental figures in Killer Croc and Harley Quinn." another week of articles.

Bruce Wayne's PR team wants to quit.

[illumnis]

for love in trouble. ― for someone who relied much on their logic, often times, they avoided the subject of love. love to him was simply, too much of the unknown, too much of what he wasn't good at; his feelings.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: errrr emotionally constipated boys, mushy gushy euwey guwey feelings :), unedited!!!

note: err i'll make a haikyuu mlist later maybe

it's love, they say. they- as in his closest confident who was nothing more than unreliable. or rather, in his words, piteously romantic.

if he is valentine; his confidant is proteus- when he loved, he was all consumed. but he digressed; after all, he didn't want to think of his friend. he wanted to think of you- er, your effect on him he means...

if it were true that he loves you, then he believes it counterproductive.

a paradox how he hates the way his heart put in the work to double its beat when you were around, but he loves your presence; believes it a gift. a paradox how he hates the way his carefully thought out sentences turn a puddle in his hands when he was around you, but how he loves your twinkling eyes that wait patiently for him to collect himself; he believes you are truly an angel, his blessing from the gods for ever single good thing he has done in his life (which, to him doesn't seem like enough to be deserving of your life).

ever since he has had the ability to grasp onto a coherent conscience or reason and logic, he believed himself nothing special; someone who was simply born to achieve merely out of ambition. but compared to you, someone who, he believes was born from divinity to grace the earth with their love and knowledge; he suddenly thinks he's the piteous one.

that, or, maybe he's giving you too much credit. while you are nothing short of beautiful in every factor possible, from the way you smile all the way down to the beat your heart sang, you are beautiful. a taste of dismay lingered on his tongue like the bitterness of cough medicine when he thought of anyone else who may see you the same.

of course, as unreliable as his version of proteus was, he still confided. much to his chagrin, he was told he was being jealous even without substance.

of course, there was nothing he could argue to that point; for there was nothing he could use to defend himself. after all, he had spilled his guts out only to be told the truth.

his confidant only laughs at his silent irritation.

"y'know... i actually ran into them earlier. they asked about you actually."

whether his ever so pesky confidant mentioned you because he knew exactly which buttons to press or simply just telling him a truth he knew that he would cherish silently (or perhaps both, which does not seem like a reach), he can't help the fact that his mind drifts back to you.

despite the truth- the fact that he does, find himself extremely head-over-heels for you- being a hard pill to swallow, he takes a deep breath. courage builds up in his throat, and he swallows it without much more fight. if it meant that both your hearts would beat the same song around each others' presence, he'd face even the highest of hurdles, even if the first step was coming to terms with his confusing feelings.

― men who prefer facts over feelings, but when it comes to you, the two seem to bleed together: alhaitham, sakusa, nanami, kuroo, yaku, xiao, kita, megumi, gojo, diluc, wanderer.

navi. mlist.

[kafka-ish]

The scene at Tashi’s party means so much to me…

Art in that button down and those jeans. His hair that’s the same color of the sand, shaggy from midterms and practice, messy from the wind or a session he had earlier or because he’s been nervous all night. running his hands through it like that’ll help. He wants to say something but Patrick’s already cut to the chase. Patrick’s smooth. Patrick’s the frat guy who makes a comment about your ass after you pass by him at a party sig ep is hosting. Patrick says he’s doing it for the tradition and networking otherwise shits lame. Patrick’s the guy you fuck after your boyfriend dumps you. You only do it to feel pretty and wanted again but when you look back it’s pathetic because were the one practically throwing yourself at him. Maybe you’re at a shitty bar or a party and the alcohol isn’t giving you enough of a buzz and the other guys there aren’t nearly as fuckable. But the Patrick in front of you is Patrick Zweig The Tennis Player. He doesn’t need to introduce himself but he already does. Of course you are, you go to Stanford, right?

Uhhh..hhuh uh, yeah. How’d you know that?

You tell him you’ve seen him before and you still have him in a silent stutter, lips pressed together before he blurts out something like he can’t believe it or he would’ve remembered a face like yours but you’re focused on the boy beside him. With his flushed cheeks just from listening and his sheepish smile, trying to locate all your beauty marks after seeing the one on your arm. You’re not exactly under the radar, you say without looking at him but instead at his best friend. What’s your name?

Art. And you wonder if his parents named him that because they knew he was a work of one. A DaVinci. Michelangelo. Waterhouse, even. And he would’ve introduced himself before if Patrick hadn’t first, pretending to find a camel behind your ear when really it was tucked under his finger hoping he’d get to tuck it into you later.

Fire and Ice.

What?

I’ve seen you guys play. And this makes Art flush harder the thought of you seeing him so vulnerable on the court performing a part he’d been casted so many times. In another world he’d be Romeo. He swallows, wishing he had a hard seltzer or a mint to settle him, wishing you don’t notice, think he’s desperate, lovesick already. But you do and you don’t. You don’t think it’s sad that he’s already giving you those puppy dog eyes and doesn’t even realize it. You think he’s one of the good ones everyone’s talking about. His shyness is insatiable, satisfying and you wonder what those eyes would look like in between your thighs. You wonder if he’s the type of guy who looks up at you for approval, hesitant, worried about hurting you, if it doesn’t feel good. Maybe he just wants to see your face when it’s all scrunched up, unable to form coherent sentences because his tongue is in your cunt and you’re doing so good, taking it like a good girl. Or maybe that’s Patrick. Patrick talks a big game but doesn’t show for it. His dick is big but he doesn’t know how to use it.

Patrick takes a drag of the camel and you can’t help but notice his nose, the slope of it, the cut of his jaw and you just want to hold it. You want to hold both of their heads in your hands you think Patrick can sense this. You sure you don’t smoke? He’s about to pass you his cig but you’re about to shake your hands so he says, that’s a shame. We just got some shit that’s really good. Was gonna ask if you wanted to join.

Well—

No, I get it. Staying sober. Like that. Good girl.

Patrick.

You feel your cheeks heat up and you hope he doesn’t see that. But he does and he smiles, just fucking smiles.

It’s the smell, actually. My parents would kill me. As soon as you say this Art becomes self conscious, ashing his own, stubbing it out in the sand that looks like his hair.

You can always leave your clothes outside the door. Oh, Patrick. He’s so fucking unabashed when he says this, smirk creeping up his lips. His confidence is corrupting, contagious, the reason you find yourself in their hotel room, wondering if this is what they do. Tennis champions by day, scalpers at night, scouting pretty girls at parties to take home for one night stands. But Patrick says, no this is the first time they’ve ever done anything like this. Art’s never even gotten some.

Art blushes.

Really?

No. He does fine for himself, just look at him.

You like how pale Art is. How available it makes him to his emotions. It makes you want to let your guard down.

I thought we were gonna smoke? you ask. They both raise their eyebrows at that.

Thought your parents didn’t like the smell?

Just one hit won’t hurt. You shrug. Motion to the shitty makeshift geeb that sits on the windowsill. They don’t even have an actual bowl, just something Art’s crafted out of tinfoil. And Patrick’s scrambling to get it, already on his feet. He realizes he shouldn’t have when he sees Art scoot closer to you, get a chance to really smell your perfume. And even though you just said one hit, you take two, including the boys sitting next to you, but it’s a first for all you guys. A night you actually remember rather than some senior prom slogan that you wind up going home early from.

[motelsnleatherseats]

Co-Sleeping

“Dude, c’mon. Why is it weird? It’s not weird unless you make it weird, so stop making it weird,” Dean chided.

“You’re unbelievable. It’s weird because I’m your brother,” Sam stressed, the look on her face one of exasperation and mild bewilderment. Dean had suggested some out of pocket things before, some morally gray scenarios he was keen to partake in, but this was just a little too much for Sam.

“Technically you’re my sister now, but still! It’s not even your body, it’s like one of those Avatar type deals. Like a shell, or a suit of armor!” The ever so smug grin that spread across his face like his explanation was the gold standard made Sam roll his eyes so hard he could have pulled a muscle.

“This is a new low, even for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. Barely legal high school girls, girls that are too wasted to barely form coherent sentences – I know you like the low hanging fruit, but just because I’ve got tits now doesn’t mean it’s a free pass for you.” Sam couldn’t believe this was even a conversation she was entertaining at this point. 

When she had come back to the motel room in a body that most definitely wasn’t his, Dean had jumped on the opportunity to make cringe worthy passes at her before Sam embarrassedly informed him that a witch got the drop on him. After a few minutes of Dean laughing his ass off and making jokes about the fact that he must have called him ‘Samantha’ so often that it must have had adverse effects on him, he went right back into the sleazeball tactics like it would somehow work on Sam.

“You’re such a prude sometimes, Sammy, I swear,” Dean sighed before he saddled up next to her on the edge of the bed. “Look, it’s kind of a blessing in disguise, if you think about it,” he tried to reason and Sam shot him a lame look. “I’m serious! We’re obviously gonna get you fixed up, but in the meanwhile, we can take advantage of it.”

“You mean you can take advantage of it. How does letting you use this body help me at all?” Sam inquired, eyebrows raised.

“Oh like you’ve been out there putting notches on bedposts. C’mon man, I know you’re not getting laid, and your bad luck is rubbin’ off on me.”

Sam scoffed, giving a shake of her head.

“I’m serious!”

“You’re blaming me for your dry spell. Nice, Dean.”

“I’m just saying. This way neither of us have to go out and field potential trips to the free clinic.”

Sam grimaced.

“Condoms, Dean.”

“You know what I mean. Plus this way I could hit it raw and not have to worry about anything.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam griped, moving to get off the bed, but Dean was quick to follow, reaching for Sam’s wrist to keep her close. They were more eye level now, Sam’s height having decreased slightly in the biological change.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean practically purred and the change in his demeanor and voice disarmed Sam slightly. “You can’t tell me you never thought about it. What it would feel like to have sex as a woman. I’ve seen you watch me with girls before. You ever wonder what kind of moves I’ve got?” He asked with a grin.

Sam stared for a few moments with an indiscernible expression.

“You’ve told me what your moves are. In explicit detail. Ad nauseam.” 

“Yeah, and now you can find out firsthand.” 

To admit that Dean had made barely passing points almost wasn’t worth the shit eating grin he’d be wearing thinking that he got his way, but he was right. Sam couldn’t recall the last time he had felt the urge to satisfy himself in a way that required exchanging body heat with someone.

He and Dean had skirted the line a couple of times before with getting a little handsy with each other. It was usually in the dead of night, pressed up against one another for either warmth or comfort when one of them had a more difficult time dealing with whatever nightmare refused to give them restful sleep. For the sake of getting more than 3 to 4 hours a night, they had reverted back to the good ol’ classics of sharing a bed and running fingers through hair or caressing backs for the very real physical sensation of human touch.

They never talked about it afterward. Even the nights when the gentle press of lips descended from forehead to mouth. Apparently what was holding Dean back the entire time was the fact that Sam wasn’t a woman, but that was another Freudian problem to deal with another day.

It could just be something they both needed. It didn’t need to be weird.

“I swear to God, if you go around bragging about this like one of your conquests–”

“I’m not gonna brag that I fucked my brother when he was a chick, c’mon, I’m not stupid.”

Sam gave him a look that read ‘debatable’, but heaved a sigh afterward which Dean took as her admitting defeat.

“Alright,” he announced triumphantly. He may as well have been rubbing his grubby little hands together in victory. “So you want the whole pick up experience like at a bar or?”

“God, no, I’d never fall for any of that bull shit,” Sam replied, pulling her wrist free from Dean’s hold before she moved to sit back on the bed. “Let’s just get it over with.”

“Well damn, Sammy, you could at least act like you’re not doing me a favor,” Dean’s expression crackled slightly, knocking him a peg or two off of his ego.

“Sorry,” Sam murmured, rubbing her palms against the worn denim over her knees. “It’s just weird. I mean, not weird cause I feel forced or anything. Just weird cause it’s you. No, not like that. I mean.. It’s weird because I’m like this. I don’t know.”

“We’re just helping each other out. Like when we share a bed. We’re just.. sharing a bed in a different way now,” Dean reassured before he joined the other on the bed again, the outside of their thighs touching. He was right, Sam didn’t need to make it weird. It could just be exactly what it was.

“Yeah,” Sam replied as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth before she turned her head to glance at her brother. She suddenly felt nervous. He had thought about when something may eventually happen with the proximity they had been sharing in recent nights, but he never assumed that Dean would come right out and ask if he wanted to actually have sex.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re probably one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” Dean admitted with that softer tone of voice again. Sam’s cheeks grew warm as her stomach gave a little flip. Why did that matter? It wasn’t like Sam had ever looked like this before, and to be fair, Dean was attracted to anything with tits and a willingness to experiment.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean retorted before he moved his hand up and tucked a lock of hair behind Sam’s ear. She watched as his jade gaze swept over her features. “You’ve always been beautiful.”

Sam could feel the tips of her ears grow warm from his words and the intensity of his stare. She could hear the quickening of his pulse in her ears. Was he always this soft with the women he intended to bed? She didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before Dean had leaned in to push his full lips against her own.

It didn’t feel much different from the kisses they exchanged in the dark early morning hours, giving hushed sounds as if they needed to keep it a secret despite no one else being around. It was out in the open now, their desire for each other, even if it was circumstantial. 

Sam leaned into the meeting of their lips with a push forward of her chest, inhaling deeply through her nose as she brought a hand up and laid it against his brother’s neck with slender, feminine fingers. Lips parted and tongues met, the sensation familiar and comforting, but there was more of a heat behind it this time. She could feel Dean slide his hand along her thigh to her hip as he tried to diminish the remaining space between them, so Sam took the initiative and leaned back bringing him with her. 

Her head hit the pillow, hair splaying underneath her as Dean settled a top of her form. Her arms came up to encircle around his neck as she gave a soft moan against his lips while Dean fit himself between her thighs as they fell open on the bed. His hands were quick and Sam could feel him immediately dive under the material of her shirt, crawling up the expanse of a slender torso before a strong hand found the mound of her breast, groping as his hips rolled forward.

Sam gave a soft gasp against his mouth, the sensation making a heat tingle pleasantly through her. It was a little foreign, but pleasurable nonetheless, especially with the way Dean was kneading against it before he had toyed with her nipple, the bud hardening almost immediately under the touch. She took a deep inhale to arch her chest into the touch, her fingers moving through the short hair at the nape of his neck and up towards the crown of his head, rewarding him with a moan.

Dean’s mouth had parted from hers with a gentle tug of teeth to her bottom lip, moving his down over her jawline and to her throat, the soft plushness of his lips a welcome sensation. Sam let her head tip back some as she exhaled breathy sounds, the warmth that started to blossom in her chest traveling south quickly. There was a throbbing between her legs, different from the usual throb he was used to with different parts, but the pull of arousal was still the same.

Her shirt came up, breasts freeing from the confines of it before Dean’s mouth had latched to a nipple, giving it a suckle and a flick of his tongue, sending little pulses of electricity through her form. Even as a male, Sam had a sensitive chest, but this was 10 times the feeling.

Sam’s hand came down the slope of neck and down his back, dragging her nails between his shoulder blades as he let his mouth become intimately acquainted with her new breasts, lavishing them in hungry attention. A soft hiss was given when Dean released her nipple with a soft pop before blowing a gentle stream of air against the wet surface.

“So sensitive, Sammy,” Dean cooed at her with that stupid grin on his face and it made Sam squirm slightly.

“Don’t tease me,” Sam exhaled before Dean traded that grin to lick a stripe between her breasts before moving down, kissing over her stomach. Those butterflies kicked up again as Sam realized where his next destination was.

Things felt like they were playing in slow motion; Dean had undone the button of her pants, curled his fingers into the waistband of them and wriggled them over her hips and the curve of her ass. Her legs came up in the air as he glided them down her thighs and slid them off, discarding them over the edge of the bed. She laid there, legs bent at the knee, thighs spread with only a thin layer of cotton between Dean and a part of her she had never intended to explore. Had the predicament been swapped and Dean was hit with the spell, Sam was sure he’d have spent the next 24 hours groping his own tits and masturbating. 

Sam could feel her heart hammering away in her chest, and had she slowed her breathing, she probably could have seen the movement rippling over her skin. Dean was just staring, drinking her in, chest exposed and legs parted in a way that made her squirm again. She was about to complain about how awkward it was until Dean moved his hands to caress calloused tips of his fingers along her inner thighs.

She brought her bottom lip between her teeth as they ventured higher, one splaying a palm against the inner most part of her thigh just outside the hem of her panties while the other moved to draw his thumb against the material, up and down slowly, up and down so fucking slowly against her hidden slit.

Sam’s toes curled slightly against the threadbare sheets as heat pulsed under the pressure of his thumb. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment so she closed her eyes and exhaled a shaky breath, trying to just focus on the sensation and not the fact that it was Dean touching her that way.

She gasped, eyes shooting open a moment later when there was a wet press against her panties. She lifted her head enough to witness Dean with his head between her thighs, dragging his tongue along the cotton. Now that was a new sensation.

“O-oh~” Sam moaned before she felt a rumble of a groan against her clothed pussy, Dean very clearly enjoying the act himself. Sam had to keep herself from closing her thighs against her brother’s head the more her panties became soaked, half from Dean’s eager tongue and the other half from her anatomy responding to the pleasurable feeling. Her hips began to move against the bed, lifting towards his efforts as she clenched behind the wet fabric as goosebumps erupted over her skin.

Dean moved to pull her panties to the side enough to grant himself full access to her glistening lips, giving himself a visual feast before his fingers had spread her open. Embarrassment hit again at how intimately vulnerable she was, so she brought a hand up to cover her eyes as she trembled lightly.

“So pretty,” she heard Dean speak before his mouth was suddenly on her. He had latched his lips to the fleshy mound, kissing it the way he was kissing her not but 30 seconds ago. She could feel every move of his lips before he was full on making out with it, tongue dipping to caress over her hooded clit and she brought her hand down to bite into the fleshy part of her palm under her thumb to stifle any more shameful sounds.

Her other hand found the back of her brother’s head again, nails scraping at the base of his skull as she writhed once more as his mouth trailed lower, now dragging his tongue through her slick folds, up and down, circling, massaging. 

Sam had always enjoyed going down on girls, sometimes more than the actual act of having sex, and they seemed to appreciate and sing his praises for it. Now he understood why. Dean had talked a big game about being able to make girls come from his mouth alone, but Sam always assumed he over exaggerated the amount of foreplay he brought to the bedroom. But here he was, living up to the reputation he swore by by writing a love letter with his tongue between her thighs.

Dean let the flat of his tongue glide from her opening to her throbbing clit before he suckled the sensitive folds between his lips, collecting her sweet juices and the build up of saliva before he swallowed it down with a satisfied groan. And then he encircled his lips around her clit and gave slow, deliberate suckles, causing Sam to suck in a breath that hollowed out her stomach, thighs trembling.

“Dean..oh fuck,” she moaned softly, breaths uneven and lewd as she gave up on covering her mouth or subduing the vocalization of her pleasure. It felt incredible, the amount of attention to detail, his thorough process of making sure every centimeter of sensitive flesh was tended to. She could feel her clit throbbing under the flicks of tongue, the pulsating felt all the way through her abdomen. The hand that was at her mouth came down to grope at her own breast, hips now making little circles towards the tongue so hard at work to get her to orgasm as she watched with her pupils blown wide.

And then he doubled down, his equally dark gaze now reaching up her body to hold eye contact, hungrily eating her out like baby brother pussy would be his last meal on Earth. It was too hot, too lewd, and Sam gripped what hair she could before she thrust her hips up, grinding against his unrelenting tongue. Her breath hitched, pleasured sounds rising an octave before that tight coil in her belly came undone, a flood of euphoria throbbing from her pussy, her entire body feeling the blanket of warmth from orgasm. He kept hitting that button over and over, the strong pulsing making her spasm uncontrollably until her thighs did close around his head as it quickly reached overstimulation.

Dean pulled back once Sam nearly crushed his head with her thighs, licking his lips to collect the mess that had collected there. He brought his hand up, running his fingers through the slick mess that earned a soft whine from Sam, the stimulation still too much.

“What’d I tell ya?” Dean asked, that grin back on his lips. Leave it to him to take it as a personal victory rather than just living in the moment.

“Okay, point proven,” Sam replied breathily as she worked on evening out her breathing, her head falling back against the pillow again as she exhaled one more calming sigh, body still pleasantly humming. Her thighs fell open further before Dean had moved up in between them, kissing up her chest again until he had moved to hover above her, getting one more grope of her breasts.

“Wanna know what you taste like?” He asked, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip to subdue a smirk. Sam’s hands came to run along his chest, cheeks still flushed pink as she let her eyes roam over his features. It was never a secret why girls fell for Dean so quickly. He had always been bordering the line between ruggedly handsome and pretty; gorgeous eyes and a pair of full lips, face practically perfectly symmetrical save for the small flaw of a slightly crooked nose, if it could even be considered a flaw.

Sam remembered when he broke his nose. They had been playing by the creek on a summer day, looking for the perfect skipping rock before he slipped on an algae covered stone and went face first into the shallow water. They had to reset it by hand and Dean put on a big macho show to prove it didn’t hurt despite the tears in his eyes.

Sam responded to Dean’s question by lifting her head and dragging the tip of her tongue in a slow curl upward over his lips, the act enough to make Dean’s eyes dilate again. It was a mild taste, nothing different than what he could recall with the women he had been with before, but there was something erotic about having them taste their essence in his mouth.

Dean re-engaged them in a heated kiss as Sam moaned into it, sliding her hands down until she could reach under his shirt and drag it up, breaking the kiss to pull it up and off of him fully. Her leg lifted enough to hitch a knee over his hip, pressing their groins together and giving her enough leverage to shift their weight so they could roll, Sam now straddling him.

“And here I thought you were gonna be a pillow princess,” Dean remarked with a flash of teeth as he tucked his arms under his head. So smug. Sam rolled her eyes before she fully pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside as her hair fell over her shoulders.

“I can still change my mind, y’know,” she warned, moving her hands to settle against Dean’s abdomen before she scooted herself back to let them descend to the waistband of his pants, the threat going unfulfilled as she began to work them open.

“Oh no, no, we don’t want that,” Dean replied as he watched, moving his hands back out from under his head to settle them against Sam’s thighs as she gave a short yank to the belt loops at his hips, bringing the denim down enough to grant her access to his boxers.

Her lithe body continued to shift down his thighs as she gave him an amused look tinged with heat as her palm slid over the outline of his cock under the thin material of his boxers. He was thick, thicker than Sam originally imagined as much as he hated to admit that he casually wondered what his brother was packing. A few firm caresses up and down were given before she withdrew him from behind the cloth barrier, letting the hot and heavy length settle in her grasp.

Her other hand came up to gather her hair, giving a twist of her wrist to put in it a messy bun with a little too much skill, like she had been doing it for years. Dean recognized it as the universal precursor to a blowjob and his dick twitched in her hand as his teeth dragged against his bottom lip, muscles already tensing in his abdomen in anticipation.

Sam leaned down to drag her tongue along the underside of her brother’s cock, slow and calculated, eager to see what kind of reaction and sounds she could wring out of him since he was so damn cocky about his own skill. She was rewarded with a soft hiss as the tip of her tongue teased just under the crown of his throbbing length, making circles with the slick muscle between her lips as she applied pressure below the crease of the head before she took it into her mouth.

Dean had reached to thread his fingers in her hair, but she reached up and swatted it away as she started the slow descent down his length, taking enough of it until it hit the back of her throat, silky head pressing against the give of her soft palette. A low hum was given around his cock before she began to bob up and down, making a show of the pull of her lips every time her head lifted, gazing up at him through her lashes.

She had gotten past the weirdness of it, finding it oddly comfortable to have Dean’s dick in her mouth despite the circumstances. In his mind, he had assumed the natural progression of things would ultimately end them up here one day, he just didn’t count on being a woman when it actually came to fruition. It could go one of two ways; they had crossed the line and sex would officially be on the table, or Dean would count it as a freebie and they’d never talk about it again.

Sam tried not to think of the aftermath of their spur of the moment tryst as she concentrated on working Dean’s cock to the best of her ability. He had considered himself talented with his mouth when going down on girls so it should have translated easily into sucking dick. She attempted to take him deeper and gave a small gag, but that only seemed to get Dean more excited since he lifted his hips and gave a deep groan from the depths of his chest.

Sam powered through the urge to cough or choke, willing herself to swallow down the build up of saliva and the growing saltiness of precome before descending further, allowing it to press down into her throat. She focused on breathing through her nose with her throat crowded, determined to take him all the way to the base. When her nose was pressed against the trimmed hair against his pubic bone, she swallowed hard and Dean shuddered.

“Shit, Sammy.. Wait, wait, don’t wanna come yet,” Dean spoke, voice thick and a little rushed. Sam lifted her head with a lewd slurp, mouth disconnecting as she took in a wet inhale, lips plump and glossy, a thick string connecting her to Dean’s arousal still. Her hand replaced her efforts, giving slow and languid strokes of his saliva soaked length, wet little shlicks audible in her efforts.

“Already?” Sam teased with a grin, licking her lips afterward.

“I always figured you’d be good at sucking dick, but goddamn,” Dean replied with a grin and Sam could feel her cheeks warm. So he had thought about it. How often, Sam wasn’t sure, but it was at least a passing thought at some point. “C’mere.”

Sam leaned down as instructed, fitting their mouths together with each other’s taste on their tongues, allowing them to mingle. She gave a soft moan as Dean’s hands came down to grope her ass, giving it a pull forward as he lifted his hips so that his rock hard cock was pressed against the wetness of her panties, sending another little shock of electricity through her body. She reached down between them to hold under her brother’s arousal, pressing it up better against her for more friction before she slipped her panties to the side.

Dean broke the kiss with a low groan as soon as the head of his cock was sliding between Sam’s wet folds, gliding up and down, eager to be buried in her wet heat. Sam took her time though, shifting to sit up fully now to grind her bare pussy against his aching cock with rolls of her hips that rivaled a porn star. She tipped her head back and shook her hair free, filling her lungs with air to push out her perky breasts.

Dean’s hands traveled from her hips and along the curves of her sides until he had his hands groping the supple flesh of her chest as he rocked his hips up, trying to angle so he could finally press inside, but Sam made him wait. She brought one hand up to grip Dean’s wrist, guiding it further up her chest until she could bring two of his thick digits between her lips, giving them an indulgent suck as they laid against her tongue, finally pressing down to allow her brother’s cock to ease into her wet channel.

Sam had no idea what to expect in terms of sensation, but she was wet enough and still reeling from her first orgasm at the mercy of Dean’s mouth that the pressure was only mildly uncomfortable until he pressed deeper. She sank down to fully envelop his cock, the girth and length of it filling her up in a way that was unexpected. She could feel her canal stretch to accommodate him, tight enough around him that she could feel every little twitch and throb as he fit like lock and key, earning a moan around his digits.

“Holy fuck, Sammy,” Dean breathed, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes appeared black. She squeezed around him to wring another pleasured sound from his parted lips, watching as his eyes fluttered. She slipped his fingers from her mouth and dragged them back down her chest, leaving a little trail of quickly cooling saliva against the flesh before she encouraged him to continue touching as he pleased.

“Feel like you imagined?” She asked equally breathy, her being the one wearing a bit of a cocky grin this time. Dean could only give a nod of his head as if he were hypnotized before he shook his head and licked his lips.

“Better, fuck, so fucking good,” he responded and Sam leaned over him, one hand near the side of his head to balance herself as she lifted and dropped her hips, starting a slow rhythm of taking him into stretched pussy over and over, giving a moan of pleasure.

Dean abandoned giving her breasts attention to slide over the curve of her ass to grip the back of her thighs as his feet planted on the bed, using the leverage to lift his hips as he dragged her down, getting deeper with every movement.

“Dean,” Sam whined softly between little gasps of pleasure, the sound only spurning Dean’s efforts as he moved her faster, giving quick snaps upward to clap his hips against her ass, wet and muffled as her slightly smaller frame bounced with the pace of Dean fucking her.

She could feel the desperation in Dean’s hold and his movements, her toes curling slightly as he brushed against her g-spot, sending white hot pangs of concentrated pleasure through her. She reached her free hand up to brace herself against the headboard, pussy dripping around the onslaught of thrusts she was taking. It felt hot, too wet, and it happened so suddenly when she realized that she came again, still sensitive from the talents of his mouth.

Only a moment or two had passed as she rode out the waves of it before they were moving again, Sam on her back once more. She gazed up at Dean with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flush as she panted before she quickly reached down to his hips, shoving his pants down further to signify she wanted them all the way off. Dean obliged and stilled his movements briefly to wriggle them down enough to where he could discard them without pulling out.

He balanced on his knees, one hand reaching for the thin waistband of her panties at her hip before he gave a rough tug, snapping the fabric free, caught now only on one thigh.

That act alone had her clenching tightly around him again, giving needy rolls of her hips before Dean had gathered one leg up under the bend of her knee, pushing up and back to get her nice and open. Sam’s hands once again shot up, bracing against the headboard as Dean began to thrust into her like a feral animal, using his weight to really make sure he was fully sheathed each time he dove forward.

“Dean!” Sam cried out, back arching off the bed as her head tipped back, each heavy thrust like a punch to the gut. It felt like he was rearranging her insides, trying to climb inside her, the touch of pain mixed with overstimulation causing tears to well in her eyes. She clenched her teeth, nails clawing at the headboard as Dean continued his rough treatment, earning a series of high pitched whines and stifled sobs.

Plap, plap, plap echoed with the sound of the headboard knocking into the wall, a symphony mixed with Sam’s cries and Dean’s grunts. She was practically spasming, the abuse to her g-spot making her body lose most of the control she had on it. “No, Dean, no, no, please,” she cried out, a broken string of pleas to get him to slow down his unrelenting pace. “S’too much, Dean!” She screamed out before she felt a hot splash inside of her and she convulsed hard, suddenly squirting a jet of hot liquid around his cock. Her eyes rolled back as she came for the third time, body feeling like it was on fire, still twitching and shuddering as her brother continued to pump a potent load deep inside of her. Her hands and feet tingled from the rush to her nerves, pussy an oversensitive mess as she tried to catch her breath before Dean had finally pulled out, globs of his release oozing out of her in a way that felt filthy. 

Her vision was blurred as she laid there like she had just run a marathon, legs jelly, breath ragged and head swimming. Her arms collapsed near her head before she felt Dean’s hands on her thighs once they had come down to the bed and she lifted her head to peer at him.

There was that stupid cock sure grin again.

“Oh my god, don’t say it,” Sam whined, letting her head fall back down to the pillow.

“I made you squirt!” He announced proudly, giving a victorious laugh like it had been some sort of competition. 

“Shut up.”

“I beat that pussy up, put that ass straight to bed!” 

She managed to lift a leg and use enough force to kick him away from her, but it didn’t ruin his good mood. He fell back on his haunches on the bed, giving another chuckle.

“Damn, Sammy. Was it good for you too? Oh wait, I think I know the answer to that,” Dean teased and Sam rolled onto her side, covering her head with a pillow for a moment, mumbling something her brother couldn’t hear.

“What’s that? I’m a sex god?”

“I said you better shut the fuck up if you wanna go another round before I’m switched back,” she announced after lifting the pillow so he could hear her properly.

“Oop-” Dean responded before he cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, sure. Another round would be cool, or whatever. If that’s what you want.” She may not have been looking at him, but she could hear the smile in his words. “Shower? Yeah, yeah, shower, good idea,” he murmured before she felt his weight shift off the bed and heard him shuffle to the bathroom, moving to turn on the shower.

It was good, and Sam definitely needed it, but there was debate about whether or not it was worth it if it meant having to have Dean flaunt his sexual prowess for the next decade or so.

↳ can be found on ao3 here. comments and kudos super appreciated!

[jazeswhbhaven]

I don't have the means, but I would pay someone or a group good money to just rewrite ALL of WHB's dialogue to where it doesn't sound like PB stuffed it into an AI translator and called it a day.

Bug fixes? What about the fricking dialogue ffs in this game. We're encroaching on its 1 year anniversary and it's been getting worse. I never complained about English localizations, but I won't ever thanks to this game. The stories are the only things that keeping me here, but reading it is just ick.

Speaking of 1 year anniv: watch, they're going to do something big and paywall it, cause the community the blow up AGAIN. I really hope someone has saved everything they could so they can just archive it and share it in case this game blows up.

Honestly anon, if I could apply to work for PB as their writer for their H-scenes I'd do so just to help them out. I know 0 Korean and well I'm American so there's that dream out of the window lol

As for the official story, there are sentences were I scratch my head like you could have literally described that differently and I keep blaming it on the translation. I'm always certain that it sounds better or at least more coherent in other languages.

Now....I will admit when reading through the recent event I'm just like, huh pronoun issues again, some phrases and sentences seeming like they're out of place or repeated...I think they don't have a editor/proofreader on their team to help catch these mistakes since there's been so many.

I'm already expecting not too much for the anniversary because it will make me feel better if something cool does come from it. I'm working on doing my own thing for it anyway so if all else fails...

I think there's been quite a few accounts documenting everything so far, I for one have done as much as I can grabbing sprites, stories, screenshots whatever I can in case the inevitable happens. But I think PB will give us another good year before they start focusing on other things.

[soapyghostie]

Omg wait this is so random but I’m England it’s quite common to call someone ‘sausage’ as a term of endearment and I can’t stop thinking about going up to Danny Johnson or Michael Myres and saying ‘hi sausage :)’ or something like ajsidiej it’s so funny to me because I highly doubt they understand what it means lmao

I remember when I first saw this request and I cracked up laughing. This is a good one. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Even though he’s like a 37 year old man, I’m telling you, Danny knows his slang. Not just generational slang, but slang that is used in all sorts of different countries; so believe me when I tell you that he knows what “Hi Sausage” means. Literally, if you asked him if he speaks any other language other than English, he’d say “I’m fluent in slang.” Danny is a man child and you can’t tell me otherwise.

When you greet him with “Hi Sausage” for the first time, Danny cracks up laughing. Yeah, he knows you're just greeting him in a playful, friendly way, but still. He can’t help it. Just the way you say it has him bursting out laughing. He’s literally crying. Once he calms down, he’ll wipe the tears and take some deep breaths; however, when he tries to greet you back, he ends up thinking about you saying “Hi Sausage” and he bursts out laughing again. 

Don’t be surprised if he calls you pet names or gives you some of his slang from his slang-abase back. He knows so much slang that he can make coherent sentences with just slang itself: Danny could, one day, invent an actual new language it. Seriously! I told you his second language was slang. You’d be like “Hi Sausage” and Danny would reply “Suh sweetheart! How are ya going? I see you got the drip on. It’s pretty lit.” Yeah… something along those lines… 

I hope you know more than just “Hi Sausage” because he’ll challenge you to a slang contest. I have never played Danny’s slang contest, but it’s basically just you making sentences with only slang and you can mix match slang too. You lose if you have even one word in your sentence that isn’t some sort of slang. It’s actually pretty funny: it gets you and Danny laughing. However, Danny always wins. No surprise there.

Michael Myers

Did you just call him a sausage?! Michael is offended… He doesn’t know why you called him a sausage; does he look like breakfast food? Yeah… Michael does not understand at all. Also, did I mention how offended he was? He doesn’t understand slang. He’s been locked away in an asylum for most of his life so how could he get the latest update on how kids these days say stuff? 

You’ll have to explain to him what you really meant: after he calms down. He was pretty mad that you called him a breakfast food. Even then, he still doesn’t understand even after you explained it to him. How is calling someone a sausage a friendly greeting? Can’t you greet him like a normal human-being? Meaning exclude the sausage part. 

Nonetheless, you still greet him with “Hi Sausage” all the time. Michael thinks you say it on purpose to annoy him because you know it irritates him when you say it. Though it is fun to annoy him, he did find out you greet all your friends with your favorite slang. Yeah… he’s been stalking you a lot. For real though. He’s just making sure you're not just saying it to only him to irritate him. Even though you totally are trying to irritate him.

Michael literally steals your phone when you're not around and looks up this “Hi Sausage” slang to understand why you say it. He needs to know! It’s killing him! He just doesn’t understand this whole slang thing and Google isn’t doing a good job explaining it either. Help him!

[allmydokkuns]

if there's anyone Mandarin-speaking bilingual active on here and still has spoons for MDZS, I have a bit of a linguistic question but not enough knowledge to find an answer myself that I'd appreciate some help with!

I know the fanon fix it courtesy name for Meng Yao being accepted into Lanling Jin is "Ziyao," as in the correct generational character "Zi-" to match Zixuan and Zixun, plus his birth name. Is there any reason he can't still have his birth name and a courtesy name specific to his generation? Same thing goes for Mo Xuanyu.

I've been trying to think of good names for them in a scenario where this does in fact happen but all I've found so far is

偿 cháng for MY bc JGS doesn't deserve paternal rights, which only makes sense if you're privy to the poly fixit that lives rent free in my head...

Unfortunately I've come up with nothing for MXY for now, mainly because there's a particular kind of resonance between character birth names, courtesy names and personal titles that's hard to balance correctly for anyone who doesn't have a lot of working knowledge of the original language.

Anyway if there's anyone out there who has some ideas, reblog/comment/tag me on this post because my brain ain't spitting up much rn. Much thanks. I also remember reading something by someone else talking about how Lanling Jin goes by generations when it comes to deciding names for male descendants and that the radicals in Lan Xichen's and Wangj's birth names seem to be aligning by design, but I don't have enough spoons to find characters that contain the "xu" sound while also having some kind of relevant meaning for both MY and MXY. So instead I tried to think of word characters with good connotations that would be used to name sons as if the two of them had been accepted into the family with good intentions, dunno if I succeeded. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯qq

((now the rest of this is just gonna be some thoughtvomit because what even is coherent sentences anymore, abrupt topic change bc my joints are too messed up to make a separate post))

Perhaps I'm misunderstanding traditional family dynamics, but there is no real reason for Lanling Jin to not accept both Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu into Lanling Jin except for 1) as established, Jin Guangshan is a philandering rapist piece of shit that has absolutely no intentions of taking responsibility for his offspring and sexual proclivities, or 2) they're attempting to save face for the clan and trying to do the thing where if they do not acknowledge the existence of these children then the problem does not exist?

I understand that some people spin it as being Madame Jin's intolerance for these illegitimate sons given her abuse of Meng Yao after Zixuan's and Yanli's deaths in canon timeline, but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me given how little presence she has in the plot and sect since she married into Lanling Jin. Not saying her taking out negative emotions on someone who for all intents and purposes she should be treating kind of like her son is right, because abuse is still abuse, but other than that it seems her only purpose in the plot is to give Zixuan a mother, Yu Ziyuan a sworn sister, Jiang Yanli a mother-in-law, and Jin Guangyao someone else to hate in Lanling. She's not distinct enough to have a canonical name other than her title as Jin Guangshan's wife, and besides which, being the wife she has no real power to make any decisions regarding the family's heirs. Moxiang Tongxiu straight up set up Lanling Jin as the wealthiest sect after Qishan Wen falls and they just so happen to be the only sect with only one (1) child born of the sect leader and his wife? Sus. Legally everything would have been all well and good if JGS was forced somehow into legitimizing both his illegitimate sons (the sons specifically, since having an illegitimate daughter does your family no real good in a Confucian society unless you're going to marry her out for political purposes) and they were raised as they should have been, especially since both MY and MXY seem like intelligent people. Zixuan gets some backers, Madame Jin gets some more kids and JGS gets some concubines, everyone wins! Even the sect's line of succession is more secure if he suddenly gets two sons. In short, there were so many ways JGS could have taken control of this situation as the father and sect leader and spun it to somehow come out smelling more like roses BUT HE ACTIVELY? CHOSE to give absolutely no shits and just let his wife, kids and sect suffer the consequences of this particular paternal dysfunction. And we all know what happened because he gave too many unnecessary fucks where they were not needed :^) or consensual :^)))) fuck that guy honestly tbh.

Now granted that was a whole sidebar, and maybe I'm thinking about this too hard but does nobody else think it's weird that of the Great Sects, only the male characters in Yunmeng Jiang and Gusu Lan have both canonical birth and courtesy names? It's almost like MXTX gave only the male characters most relevant to the story one of each honestly, since the only two exceptions that are coming to mind now are Su She (Minshan) and Xue Yang (Chengmei). Of course there is the argument that Wen Ning also has a courtesy name, but does it really count when no one uses it to refer to him? The naming stuff in this story are all over the place actually -- Jiang Cheng is the only sect leader of his generation that is referred to primarily by his birth name, but bc WWX is an unreliable narrator it's probably because he always called him that and somehow conveniently forgot he no longer had a right to call him that after he voluntarily left Yunmeng Jiang, therefore we as the audience also call him that... The fact that JC and WWX both seem to have courtesy names when they're kind of young for them, but that also goes for Lan Wangji. Neither the Nie brothers or Jin Zixuan have canonical alternate names, so either it wasn't very important to the plot (though it kind of is in Lanling after the Campaign when JGY gets legitimized but not really since it's the wrong generational character), but what's going on with Qinghe Nie's naming choices? This kind of inconsistency is fine if you handwave the whole thing about degrees of intimacy and formality and stuff but it gets funky if you stare at it long enough.

And that's not even scratching the surface of the weirdness surrounding the women in MDZS -- as few and shortlived as they are. Yu Ziyuan is the only wife of a sect leader in the named sects with a canonical name and title that isn't her married sect's clan + Madame, and the only one we see with any kind of sway both martially and in the everyday running of Yunmeng Jiang. Most importantly, she's the only woman in the series to have her own personal title! Also, again, sidebar, but Jiang Yanli choosing to go by Madame Jiang in fic instead of Young Madame Jin is a mood and a whole chef's kiss tbh. I think also in the kind of household I've been imagining her in after her marriage she could also be called "xiao-furen" (young Madame) where Madame Jin could also be properly called "lao-furen" (old Madame) to differentiate them according to subservient members of the household, in-house? That's a whole nother thing tho, in-group (household, sect, clan) versus outgroup (other sects or clans, and in some ways, your maiden clan if you married out).

Anyway. All of you writing Madame Yu as the root of all trouble in the Yunmeng Jiang family are being culturally insensitive and midkey misogynistic -- looping back to the discussion on JGS being a piece of shit father and sect leader, all his sect's family dysfunction is his inability to keep it in his pants and properly manage his paternal responsibility for the fruits thereof because in a Confucian setting, wives must obey husbands, sons must obey fathers, and both mother and son have therefore no power to override JGS's shitty parenting and leadership decisions re: powermongering and lack of legitimate heirs. Madame Yu's dissatisfaction with Jiang Fengmian's neglect of his only legitimate heir for some other person's son, even if that person's son is the current head disciple for the sect, is valid, because neglecting the next sect leader means neglecting the sect's future. Again, not saying her punishing WWX for stuff that he may or may not have done with Zidian was right. Wei Wuxian might be brilliant and talented and all that, but he doesn't have the right temperament to lead as a sect and clan must be led: with prudence, diplomacy and caution. Again, not WWX-bashing, but I think my favorite description of him goes something like "Wei Wuxian has never met a situation he didn't think couldn't be solved through escalation, and you all think Jiang Cheng is the emotional one?" Jiang Fengmian is an interesting contrast to both Jin Guangshan and Qingheng-jun in that he embodies the idea of physically there, but emotionally unavailable father, whereas JGS is maliciously neglectful and Qingheng-jun is practically non-existent. Granted we don't get a clear idea of how JFM is with JC outside of what that dynamic is like with WWX but I don't think very highly of a father who will scold the son that labored for who knows how many days to save his shixiong's life while praising said shixiong for something he didn't even accomplish alone in the same breath. It's the whole pattern of "ignore what Jiang Cheng accomplishes but lavish praise on Wei Wuxian who would have gotten into even bigger trouble if Jiang Cheng wasn't looking out for him too" that gets me with him. They're both children, you be the adult and sect leader they deserve and look past your biases against your wife (allegedly) and from your past (allegedly) to give them the tools they need to succeed together once you've kicked the bucket.

Is Madame Yu perfect? No, but I do think she loves her children and recognizes the responsibilities she has to Yunmeng Jiang, and she knows as a wife, mother, and fighter, that nothing she does or teaches or passes onto the children in her care means as much as the recognition and explicit support of her husband the sect leader. Jiang Fengmian's presence and legacy in the story is very faint. But Madame Yu? I see echoes of her in all three Yunmeng Jiang kids. But then I see her getting turned into the nagging wife stereotype and it makes me angry that the most developed female character in this story so often gets the short end of the stick in fanfic. Obviously I can't control what some of y'all write and there are some cultural/political nuances that exist in the story that a lot of the fan base may not be familiar with, so yeah I can understand why she gets watered down like that, like any other character in the story does and I'm not calling anybody out for it. But if some of y'all took one look at the so-called sect leaders in this story and immediately decided that it was their nagging, abusive hag of a wife that was the problem, I don't think we're reading/watching the same thing. Also, Wen Ruohan doesn't have a wife mentioned at all that I'm aware of and you could 100% argue that he's the root of most of the political BS that happens in the story, so do with that what you will.

Anyway I'm tired and my joints be protesting so I'm gonna call it a night. If you read this far, take a virtual cookie for making it all the way to here, thank you. If you're new to this hellsite and thought this was intriguing/interesting, reblog or comment and help a bitch out with some engagement, these posts take a lot out of me and if you'll remember, I did have some questions before the meta that I'd like to get out to the wider fan base. Likes don't do shit except make the OP feel like they're yelling into a vacuum. Y'all have a good one.

[scullysconstant]

hi, it's me again! yeah, i get through all this in the end, thank you! ♥ i got my degrees, was able to hand in papers that i was actually very proud of, and afterwards felt so incredibly light again. for a bit there, it was as if my life was already over in my 20s because failure is something that scares me (this sounds dramatic but that's how dramatic it has felt to me back then). i found out that the real culprit of my issues was that all the confidence i used to have in myself and my skills eroded with every single day i did not get any work done to the point where i was simply did not recognize myself anymore, if that makes sense? life is full of new challenges, and i always mastered or got through them, even if not always perfectly. but the longer this toxic stress went on and the longer i cowered in fear of my own perfectionism, the less i was able to recall how i was actually good at those things needed to write papers? i simply lost all belief in myself without noticing it, even though i had so much evidence that i've been doing good work so far. it's like when you are only ever at home, and you're happy to be home alone, and you think everything is normal until someday you suddenly feel unlovable, you know? that you've actually felt unlovable for quite awhile now but it didn't click in your brain that something is going on? i realized too late that i've been suffering mentally until i eventually started feeling psychosomatic pain in my chest during my first degree which ceased the day i handed in my thesis sksksk.

maybe you or somebody else reading this is in a similar situation right now so i just want to say... it might sound dumb but honestly, hyping yourself up like you're your own cheerleader and thinking "fuck this!!! we ball!!! fuck this, let's write this page badly but at least write something!!!" helps. it helps to have a friend who you can vent to on a daily basis (yes! venting and getting validation from a friend after every single work session is so freeing, i promise) and bombard with little updates "i'm opening my word document now!!!". it also helps to set up very tiny goals for the day a la "today, all i have to do is write 5 coherent sentences!!!" to get going at first and then maybe suddenly realize that you've actually written 30 sentences already. you might have to do it every single day or before every single new task, but being optimistic is a skill! and as you said, this does not determine our worth as human beings ♥ sometimes "getting through it" can mean that you fail at achieving something but then take all those experiences with you to carve out another path for yourself. life is long, life isn't over when you struggle for awhile or even fail at something.

we can do this!!! i send love, optimism, and a hug!

this is the sweetest thank you so much for your words i really needed this!! i've always struggled to deal with failure but i have to learn that while sometimes i can fail at achieving something, the most important part is that i did my best. failure always lead to growing and learning to be gentler with ourselves. this was so well said tysm i'm sending you all the hugs

[murderbot-moodboard]

I'm gonna play my own devil's advocate to my earlier post and say I think this is a reasonable take on the news as well. The casting of Murderbot doesn't necessarily say anything about the rest of the casting in the show. We really just don't have enough information yet to know for sure how things will go. I definitely wouldn't have expected as fantastic an adaptation as the Wheel of Time show to come out of Amazon (and I heard Bezos himself was a driving force behind it).

We don't know yet what Alexander Skarsgård is envisioning and what he specifically liked about the books. But the fact that he's both an executive producer and the lead is actually a good sign from a creative standpoint. As an actor, he's viewing the character of Murderbot "from the inside out," and as an executive producer, he's also backing the show enough financially that he has a lot of decision-making power, rather than being mostly subject to the decisions of other people (producers, directors, and writers). So he can help to significantly shape not only Murderbot's portrayal, but the whole trajectory of the show.

Also, having a big name actor as the lead helps convince a studio to greenlight a project, because his name and established fanbase guarantees a certain amount of built-in interest, and therefore monetary return. I honestly don't know much about Alexander Skarsgård except that he's famous for True Blood, but he's a safe financial bet for Apple TV, and that might be the main reason the Murderbot show is even happening. This also adds to his bargaining power in the decision-making process.

I'm falling asleep and my human brain can't be coherent for much longer, lol. But here's the big question: what, if anything, could Murderbot fans do to try to get the kind of show they want to see? And I think we could look into a way to communicate to Alexander Skarsgård the main things we (the book series fans and part of the shoe's future audience) love most about the books and are hoping to see in the show. I mean, if Skarsgård is both playing Murderbot and is an executive producer on the show, I'm guessing he's probably also a Murderbot fan? And he probably cares about how Murderbot is portrayed, possibly more than the (to us) faceless executives who may or may not be prioritizing monetary gain. Appealing to him from that perspective seems like a possible approach. And if he is planning/does decide to include the type of representation that we love from the books, he's a potential ally rather than an enemy. Idk, I'm definitely losing coherence, so imagine a great summary sentence here, and I'll just stop talking and hit the post button. :)

Look I know everyone's upset over the casting of Murderbot, or worrying about the show not keeping to the settings and themes, but seriously I'm just really excited that we're actually getting something like this.

Even if it doesn't live up to what the books are like, we can direct a whole bunch of new people to read and fall in love with our favorite book series.

(I also might be a teensy bit worried that all this negativity might convince the studio execs that there isn't a market for this and we could get it cancelled before it's started but thats just my broken risk assessment module (read: anxiety) talking)

Finally, just a reminder that the casting of Alexander Skarsgård doesn't mean that the show won't be good. A nonbinary or BIPOC actor for sure would have been way better casting, but given that (from what I've seen) all we really know is the casting of Murderbot, I really think it's too early to make general judgements on the show.

[mazeinthemiroh]

I love the reactions you write I was wondering if i could ask for a cute txt reaction where the reader falls asleep listening to the members heart beat.

txt when their s/o falls asleep on their chest

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort

word count: 0.8k

warnings: extremely fluffy, approach at your own risk!!

author's notes: some are different lengths, i hope that's ok. writing this made me cry because clearly i am touch starved and want to cuddle with someone desperately ;-; anyways hope you enjoy :DDD

soobin

"are you comfortable?" "very."

soobin knew he didn't have to ask you this every time he was close to you. but even so, he wanted to be sure. and that never failed to make you feel warm inside. you felt so safe in his arms. so secure and out of harm's way. nothing could hurt you or upset you when you were with him. that's something you couldn't say about anyone else.

life had been getting you down recently. it was busy and tedious and boring, and there was very little happiness in it. except with him. so as you lay there on top of him, head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your body, you felt as if you had never been so happy before in your entire life.

and with the calming beat of his heart, you fell asleep. maybe life had given you something to be grateful for, after all. and your boyfriend felt the same.

yeonjun

"just listen to my heartbeat, baby."

yeonjun knew how bad your insomnia would get. but he didn't have all the solutions. which, honestly, frustrated him. when it came to you, he wanted to figure out and fix all your problems as soon as possible. but with things he didn't understand, or things that couldn't be prevented, he was at a loss. does that mean he soon gives up? never.

so his solution to your insomnia was simple. him. he knew he could relax you. knew he could soothe you and lull you to sleep. it had been such a success so many times before.

so as you lay in his arms, perfectly snug with your head laying on his chest. you focused on the beat of his heart. it was a comforting sound you had gotten used to. and he felt that he had found the right solution for you, just by giving you the comfort you needed.

beomgyu

it was a usual thing for you and beomgyu to stay up all night talking. he was just such an interesting person and had a lot to say, a lot of opinions and a lot on his mind. but tonight, you found yourself too tired to keep awake.

the position of laying on his chest didn't help. the gentle heart beats paired with the soft rumble of his voice as he rambled on about his day made you feel so comfortable. he felt like home. he was your home.

"and then yeonjun told me i was being dramatic, but personally i thought that was a bit harsh becau-" beomgyu stopped himself mid-sentence as he realised you hadn't been responding for quite a while, only to see you fully asleep in his arms. he smiled softly and placed gentle kisses on your face, whispering a 'goodnight' that you were unlikely to hear.

taehyun

today was not a good day.

i mean, that was an understatement; you had been crying for most of it. this week had gotten progressively worse, and the only thing that could keep you from spiralling was your boyfriend. so, in a desperate attempt to make yourself feel better, you phoned him up. and he dropped everything, and came immediately.

"i'm so sorry." you kept apologising, and he hated that. there was nothing to feel sorry for because you were his priority. he had your lead laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, hushing you and making you feel warm and at peace again.

you focused on his calm breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. the rhythm was slow and beautiful. his whole presence was gentle. kissing the crown of your head, he whispered to you every now and then; words you couldn't comprehend as you slowly fell asleep. but the only coherent words that remained in your mind were 'i love you.'

hueningkai

it happened the first time you cuddled up to him.

it was raining outside, tapping gently on the window while the moon was covered with clouds. you had hueningkai were in the very early stages of your relationship, trying to figure out where to go, where to touch, how to touch, how to look, what was appropriate, what was not. it was all a confusing and awkward time, but also a time that bought you both butterflies at the pit of your stomach and the heat in your cheeks.

but you had finally decided to cuddle up to him. it was so late, and you were both closer than you ever had been before on the couch. so taking the opportunity, you placed your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his middle. his heartbeat was beating faster than it ever did before. this close proximity with you was already too much, but now? you were actually on him.

"hueningkai, calm down," you whispered and giggled lightly, giving his tummy a little rub to comfort him. and with that reassurance, he relaxed to your touch. and soon, his heartbeat slowed into a peaceful sound, and you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

[onwriting-hrarby]

On endings—The last sentence

Hello, it’s been a while! After finishing Rotten Judgement I have been taking a little break with writing my novel and also reading quite a lot, but RJ has still been on my mind because I wanted to talk about endings. Or, more specifically, about the last sentence. I would also like to do a literary analysis on the last chapter (how I built the pace for it), but I feel like that would be giving too much into the readers’ readings and feelings. Yet, if you would like me to talk about building a pace (with examples), please tell me so.

In this little post, we will talk about:

The importance of an ending

How does an ending need to be?

When does an ending appear?

Motifs and themes

On changing endings—because of the people

Again, bare in mind that this is not "writing advice" per se, only my impressions as a professional in the sector :) also, tagging @writeblrsupport in case they find it interesting and want to share!

First things first—The importance of an ending

People say that while writing it’s important that you get a nice first sentence, gripping, that keeps the reader into the page. It’s not that I disagree, but I do believe that we have bubbled up this notion of “the first sentence” a little too much: it is not the first thing the reader reads. Nowadays, the first thing we might read about a book can be the review on bookstagram, and if we are in the bookshop, we might choose the book for its cover or typo—to end up reading the claim or the synopsis. This notion of the first sentence might have worked when the novels were inside newspaper, written by chapters, and the chapters needed to be gripping and auto conclusive. Of course, if the first sentence is all that—all the better.

But I consider the ending to be more, if not equally important as the first sentence. Colum McCann says something along the lines that our last sentence will be the first sentence of the imagination of the reader—of what’s further than the ending. It will be the first thing the reader is left when they finish the book.

Yet—don’t make it senseless. The ending has to be coherent with the story. Ending the last sentence with a plot twist or a shock just for the sake of it—for the “remembering” effect—is not the way to go. Mainly, because the reader will frown, take themselves out of the narration completely, and get angry. (I am speaking with knowledge: I said no to a translation because it had this problem.)

How does the ending need to be?

I guess, for me (as always, I speak from personal experience), the endings should be gripping, coherent, and satisfying. I’ve talked about coherence, but let me explain a little about gripping: When I say gripping, I don’t mean that it’s full of tension, or shocking, or leaves you breathless. That, if your story demands it, too. What I mean is that the whole path to the ending (the so-called “resolution of conflict”) should have your reader seated the whole time, wanting to know how it ends. There are different narrations and paces to this: crime, mysteries, fantasy or sci-fi generally have a faster path to this resolution of conflict, and their ending tends to be, yes, gripping (in its original sense). Other narratives, like realism, or character-based books, or non-fiction, might have a slower one. That is good, too, because as I’ve said, most of all the ending should be coherent. But still, the book should not fall out of the reader’s hands. If it does, then there’s a problem with the pace. Generally, you won’t help that with the ending, but sometimes you can do it. The reader wants to finish the book. We don’t have to sacrifice, to my view, any coherence, any intention of us as writers, or any literary quality, but we have to be aware of the grippiness of our text to balance it out to have a satisfying ending.

What do I mean by satisfying? Again, that it’s not confusing, that it makes sense, that doesn’t make the reader feel like they didn’t follow. The reader is not dumb—will never be—so you should treat him with respect. (The readers are more intelligent than the authors, and they pick up on things you wouldn’t have even thought about in your prose.) The satisfaction is that final breath when we close the book, this exhilarating feeling, that “good, very good” that we mutter after the last page. I believe we should strive to leave our readers with this kind of satisfaction.

In summary: if you have a bad beginning, you have a whole novel to make up for it; if you have a good novel but a bad ending, the thing falls into pieces at the last sentence.

When does the ending appear?

This is as easy as to answer Where do people get inspiration from—there isn’t one answer, everyone has their way. To me, though, it works best if I know where the story is going to go from the beginning.

When I start writing the story, it’s almost 6 months after I started thinking about it—not purposefully, but during walks, or talking with friends, some dialogues and scenes occur to me, and I also get to know the characters better. Because I do a character-based narrative, their motifs are the main things I need to have clear when I plot a story. I usually think about the beginning: what is the starting point for the story (which can or cannot be the same for the characters if I’m doing in media res, etc), with which scene do I want to begin? Then, normally, I will get glimpses of possible scenes that go in the middle: an important point for them, maybe the climax. But I always, ALWAYS get the ending before finishing the story. And normally I think about the ending—more like, it comes to me—before I begin writing the story altogether.

Why? Again, Colum McCann says something that pinpoints exactly the answer I would give to you (but better): if a story is a plane and the ending is a destination, we don’t need to know the exact destination, but we need to know that the plane will land.

I leave myself a chance to change the ending if I’m writing the story and I see that the ending is going to change according to what the story needs, but it rarely happens, because I tail my stories around the ending, and not the beginning or the characters. Let’s say that I’m writing a romance: if I tail the story around the beginning (the characters meet), then I have a confusing plot because there are just a million ways in which the characters can evolve from that. If I tail the story around the characters (one is cute, the other one is grumpy, they fall in love) then I have all feelings and a plot, but I don’t think I have a motif or different layers. If I tail it around the ending (the characters get together despite their differences) suddenly I have a message.

I am being a little reductionist here, but you get the gist. Again, this works for me, but it cannot work for you at all! It all depends on what you want from your story, in the end.

Motifs and themes

I feel like endings should be conclusive in the novel, too. That is: in a way, they should summarize the motif of what you want the reader to stay with in your proposal. I don’t know if I succeed with every single ending of mine, but I think I have grown the capacity of doing this kind of summarizing without being too obvious.

The book shouldn’t be a thesis, but it should put something on the table. It can be a secret pact between you and the reader, but it has to lay motifs and themes that the reader can observe and think for themselves. But if your book is too obvious about the theme or your intention as an author, the reader will get bored easily because, again, the reader is not dumb and doesn’t want to have a lecture on it. Laying out your motifs and themes has to be subtle enough for the reader to choose whatever they want to fixate on, and ending with this motif reverberating has to be subtle enough to avoid boredom but clear enough so that the reader knows they have understood and they are with you.

Following the previous point about changing endings, and to go back to the intention of this little post, I had to change my last sentence completely.

Mind you, I had the last sentence written 6 months before writing the ending! Oh my! I had it scribbled in one of my notebooks, the page marked with a dog ear so that I wouldn’t forget I had to end like this. But—stuff happened, that stuff being that my main motif of the story changed.

It wasn’t planned, and it wasn’t suddenly: the story had always revolved around love as a constant effort and life as a constant struggle. Because my main intention was to talk about the first one (and it was what I had people lured into my writing in the first place), six months before the ending I had my first sentence, which was: 

“And hands in hands, because they know that love is never the end of any story, they stare at each other and promise wordlessly to keep walking down this path—the one that is bumpy, full of trial and error. And swear to keep on trying, incessantly, every day, together.”

But I wrote that when I was in Chapter 10 (of 21) of the story, so of course, I should have given myself the space to change it. I was stubborn, and I didn’t, so when I started crafting the last three chapters and doing revisions of the other 18, I realized—late, and almost because I had to—that the story didn’t revolve around the love, but about the life. The way I had plotted the last chapter of Rotten Judgement, even, was all about a political revolution! There wasn’t love in it! Or not romantic love per se. There was a birth at home! Now it’s all clear to me, but please imagine me having to write a whole seating 30-page chapter and coming to the end and… it doesn’t work.

What happened, then? What had I done wrong?

Historia, the character who’s giving birth in the bathtub, was the character who was setting the pace of the chapter, which transitioned between the birth and the demonstration. The pace of the birth was very clear to me, and every stage signalled a change in pacing overall (I won’t say much here, this belongs to the post about the last chapter and pace per se). When Historia’s son finally comes out of the womb, it serves as a little epilogue to the fast pace of the chapter. It all stops, and then the son is born.

Mikasa and Eren, the couple, help Historia with the birth of the son. Tired but exhilarated, he kinda proposes to her, and thus the first last sentence should have been born. But ending with the love of the pair would be to neglect that even if the city was burning there was a new birth, a possibility of doing things right. So, it was clear to me that I had to end the ending with Historia grabbing her son for the first time, and the son opening the eyes to this chaotic, political life—so, my second theme.

What I did was to move the couple’s scene and first last sentence to this slow pace.

The ending to that 200k story and 30 last pages of revolution ended up like this, thus:

Amidst tearful cries in the bathroom, they [Eren and Mikasa] giggle against each other desperately. And hands in hands, because they know that love is never the end of any story, they stare at each other and promise wordlessly to keep walking down this path—the one that is bumpy, full of trial and error. And swear to keep on trying, incessantly, every day, together. From out the window, the sirens hustle closer and closer to the building now. Smoke columns rise from the avenue and the Parliament. Some screams penetrate the walls of the apartment, but the air is filled with hope and the anticipation of their friends—surely—coming back. The new mother [Historia] crouches forward to the midwife, takes the head of the newborn with care, then his whole little body, red and moving, watches his little mouth open and his closed eyes and the mother puts their baby against her chest. Little Marco falls silent for a moment as if he was taking in the arduous work of being alive.

On changing endings—because of the people

On a last note, I wanted to address writers who change the ending because they see that the fans want something specific, or that the public is not taking the leading up to the ending well. Some mentions: High School Musical The Musical The Series (they changed the ending of the main pair because they saw that another ship was very famous and the main character wasn’t in the show anymore; it resulted in a shit-show of character development); Sherlock (resulted in the worst 3rd season ever); Game of Thrones (don’t let me get started); Sally Rooney’s Beautiful world, where are you (an epilogue set in the pandemic which reads like an adding that she can’t even have written); How I met your mother (oh please), and much more.

Don’t do it—don’t! You know what the story needs. You know what you want to tell. Don’t let anyone influence you. Be Succession. End when you need to end, and with what makes sense for the story to end with.

[fbfh]

Leo Valdez nsfw alphabet headcanons

word count: 5.3k. 5.3k. this is the longest shit I've ever written.

pairing: leo x gn!reader (mentions of gushing and going down on you but i'm pretty sure those are still gn, reader is the one getting penetrated)

as with all nsfw content all characters are aged to 18+.

good luck surviving this, I didn't

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Listen, Leo’s definitely a switch. Probably a little more bottom leaning. Just starting out with that. So depending on what you’re like, and when the mood strikes, you’ll probably sometimes take turns topping. As part of this give and take, usually whoever tops takes the lead with aftercare. Regardless of who grabs water and snacks and ibuprofen, definitely expect a lot of cuddling.

He’ll be so blissed out that he feels like he can’t form a coherent sentence, but in between groping and slow sleepy hickies, he’s surprisingly eloquent recalling the highlights of the past little while. Also, he’ll definitely have his head on your chest. You’ll sometimes cuddle in other positions, but that’s definitely a go to and favorite. You might put on a movie or show or something and try to nap a little, but he’ll barely be able to take in what you’re watching. He’s so entranced, craving your touch so much that it may or may not lead to round two. Or three or four. Or whatever round you’re up to at this point, you lost track a while ago.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, mostly because they’ve helped him build so many amazing things. He also likes what they can do to you… the noises they can draw out of you. He used to be insecure about his arms, especially when he was first at camp, but after a while in the forges and working on projects he feels like they’ve beefed up nicely. You can confirm this.

On you? Jesus fucking christ, what isn’t? I mean, he loves your chest, that’s pretty obvious at this point. Also really fucking loves your legs. When you wear clothes that really show them off he will def be a little extra grabby. If you wrap your legs around him when he’s balls deep and just hold him tight????? 100000% chance he’ll short circuit in the best way possible. He thinks you just have really nice lines, and a really nice shape. Even if you don’t see it, he does. Also for the love of god, straddle him!!!! Holy shit the feeling of you sitting on his lap all warm with your arms around his neck is fucking euphoric for both parties. Between you and me, there’s no way he won’t start to grind a little. You probably will too, I mean, come on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

The feeling of you cumming is literally the hottest thing ever to him. In the world. Ever. Like if you’re able to have multiple orgasms, you’d better believe he will do everything he can to ensure that that happens more than once. He absolutely lives for everything involved with you cumming. He’s obsessed with the way you tighten up and squeeze around him like a vise, the way you writhe and hold him so close, the feeling of your nails dragging down his back, all of your whines and moans and cute little breathy sighs of pleasure???? He lives for that shit!!!! It makes his brain go absolutely haywire!!!!!! He would go down on you for days if he could!!!! Also, jesus christ he loves the way that you taste. Like, a lot. Holy fucking hell, good luck getting him off of you. The boy is relentless! He has…. This energy regarding the topic at hand.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A little bit of (slightly) degrading dirty talk and overstimulation will go a very long way with him. Yeah he has a praise kink, yeah he likes to be degraded a little, we exist. But more on that later. Like, dude when you can strike the perfect balance with him, it’s really something else. Oh god, when you ride him if you just start mumbling dirty shit that snip snaps back and forth it’s music to his ears. It’s just confusing enough to be fun. If you’re feeling bold, call him your whore. He’ll simultaneously laugh and moan and get way closer to cumming. He’ll really want you to do it again later. Oh my god if you call him your whore and bite his neck?!?!???!! It sends him to a whole new level of astral existence!!!!!! Use these powers carefully lmao

As for the overstimulation thing, when you give him oral, keep going after he cums. He’ll lose his goddamn mind, AND he’ll cum at least two more times. The noises he makes when you do this are so incredible. The way he grips the sheets when you’re relentlessly going down on him is something else. His sputtering faltering moans echo beautifully in your ear, and you never want to stop. He doesn’t either. He gets so blissed out, absolutely disbelieving that one person can single handedly have the power to make him feel this euphoric. When the time comes that you’re actually done, believe that he can and will enthusiastically return the favor.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Due to his… unfortunate tendency to be attracted to people who won’t give him the time of day, he doesn’t have that much experience. Most of his history is pretty much exclusively in the crush or unreciprocated flirting stage. However, he is so charismatic and has really good instincts, mostly driven by how into you he is. He’ll pay close attention to everything he does and how you react to it, so he learns what you like very very quickly. His mind will rapidly snap back and forth between ‘oh my god they liked that, do it again’, and ‘oh my god how are they so hot, they’re so fucking incredible’. He learns and adapts surprisingly fast, and is so in tune with you. Additionally, you really don’t have any issues figuring out what he likes. He makes that abundantly clear for you, there’s no mistaking it when you do something he likes, which is pretty much all the time. After a very short while he will definitely know how to blow your back out without a second thought.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Oh… my god… this boy. Okay, he’s really not too picky about positions. As long as you’re close to him, and you’re both having a good time, what’s not to love? I will say, first and foremost, ride him. Fucking pounce on him Tigger style. It’s one of the fastest ways to turn him on. He’ll also pull your back to his chest and dance with you, which sometimes results in grinding, which will often lead to him bending you over, so doggy style will get thrown in the mix from time to time.

If you do missionary, he will hold your hand probably the whole time. He sort of does it automatically, it feels like a really close and intimate gesture during a really hot heavy moment. It balances things out for him ig. He loves doing you against any wall or surface not usually meant for sex, the whole ‘tearing each other’s clothes off can’t wait to get to the bedroom’ energy really works for him. If there’s a surface he can push you against or get pushed on while you top him, believe it’s gonna happen. If he gets a burst of confidence, he will throw your legs over his shoulders to spice things up. It’s a somewhat rare occurrence, but you fucking love when it happens, so make sure he knows how much you enjoy it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

If he was with anyone other than you, he would be very entertaining, but since he's with you, some of that humor is outshined by how good you make him feel. And how overwhelmingly into you he is. Plus, he has plenty of time when he’s not inside you to make you laugh, so there’s no rush. Even still, he’ll sometimes make you laugh without thinking, causing you to clamp down around him so fucking tight that all he can do is laugh out a gutteral moan. It’s a pretty rare sound to get out of him, and it’s music to your fucking ears. Humor is one of the main ways he communicates in general, so he’ll be moderately goofy - sometimes more depending on the mood. Somehow it doesn’t detract from any of the intensity or the experience. It actually makes it feel a lot more personal and intimate. It’s something really unique about him that you cherish a lot.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He honestly doesn’t think about it too much. He probably just keeps it reasonably trimmed and forgets about it. He’ll sometimes joke about shaving words or shapes into it, or “forcing perspective through the art of manscaping”. That one never fails to make you laugh.

As for facial hair, I feel like he can pull off some stubble, especially when he gets busy on projects, but he doesn’t seem like the full beard type. I feel like it’d get on his nerves too much. He can, however, totally pull off the Tony Stark look, especially when he gets a little older, too. It’s the only reason he’s even wanted facial hair since he was a kid, especially since Tony Stark is kind of a comfort character for him. We’re gonna get real ouchie here, so grab your tissues: when he was a kid before he came to camp, he thought Tony Stark might be his dad, and it was technically plausible because of the multiverse. It’s a very very sensitive thing, and he’s never told anyone about it. He doesn’t really naturally gravitate towards facial hair, but if he does, you’d better believe it’ll be the Iron Man beard.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Okay we’re gonna get a little trauma spicey for a minute. He lost his mom when he was really young, and the vast majority of foster homes he was in weren’t hispanic, so the main ways he connects with his culture is through food, music, and when he can get a hold of them, telenovelas. He’s not totally fluent, but he picked up more spanish from watching them. He also learned a lot about romance.

When he falls for you, he’s literally the sexy sweep you off your feet love interest in a tv drama. All those telenovelas helped him develop amazing romance instincts, which obviously can translate to other areas. The thing is, he doesn’t think he’s super romantic or poetic. Usually, it’s just this overwhelming burst of love for you that’s so blinding he has to express it somehow. It’s always expressed very very romantically and sensually. Again, fantastically honed instincts. When you’re actually… in the middle of things, he somehow finds the perfect balance of goofy/cheeky/playful and sexy/seductive/walking wet dream. And here’s the fucking kicker - none of this is really intentional. He’s literally just like this.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It would be a bit more often than average because he’s such a fuckin horndog, but because he lived with other people at camp for so long, and now that he’s with you, it’s not nearly as much. If you’re apart for any reason, and he’s thinking of you and really can’t wait for you to come home, hard yes. Pun intended. It’ll usually be in the shower, and he will also absolutely start sexting you to let you know he’s thinking of you. There’s a good chance one of you will forget you’re sexting and send some fucking meme, causing you both to be very horny and laughing a lot. I feel like that sums up your relationship well; very horny and laughing a lot.

Man, when he misses you, his brain will play a nonstop highlight reel of favorite hottest moments between you two. Before long he’ll be gripping the shower wall, his hands trying to replicate the feeling of yours around him. After a round - or more, depending on the day - his problem is mostly gone, but it really just makes him miss you more. His mind will really, really run rampant with ideas and daydreams and scenarios. Once you’re back together and you hear some of the stuff he’s been thinking about, you’re delighted to bring those daydreams to reality.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I covered this briefly but degradation and simultaneously praise???? The stark dichotomy between you calling him a good boy and your whore gives him just enough whiplash for it to be fun and exciting. It keeps him on his toes and very invested. Also, he will not object in any way if you wear cat ears. Or if you put cat ears on him. It started as a joke, but bro, I don't think it's a joke anymore. If you really want to blow his mind and his dick bite him a little. Like a little bit of strategic marking will go a long way. Also, sometimes hold both his wrists above his head, especially when you’re topping him, oh my god he will melt.

I’ve mentioned this already and there will be more on it later but fucking top him. Go feral for him. Bite him and grab at him and mutter dirty incoherent things. It makes him feel so wanted, and makes his junk spring into action. Oh god he lives for that feeling. You grabbed him by the collar once and he has chased that feeling ever fucking since.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Oh my god anywhere!!!!! Everywhere!!!!!! I mentioned before that he’s so into that whole rushed (in a good way) can’t wait to get your hands on each other energy, so any surface that’s not made for fucking is going to be ideal for fucking. Coffee table, against a wall, kitchen counter, kitchen floor, anywhere that’s good for a quickie turned much more extensive sesh is ideal for him. He also loves the theatrics of sweeping everything off a table and making out on it. Once he was showing you something in his studio and wanted to do that, but he had to move some of the equipment and the project he was working on, and it ended up very reminiscent of this scene from friends. He thinks there’s something really nice and domestic and romantic about fucking on the couch while the tv plays in the background, then cuddling and falling asleep after. That’s one of his favorite scenarios for how things play out between you two. He likes the idea of hooking up in the back seat of your car, but always feels a little awkward and clunky in practice. The thought is always followed with a cocky, “I guess we need some more practice, huh?” leaving both of you somehow redder than before.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any time he sees you fighting monsters, standing up for people you care about, or generally kicking ass, it makes him want you to peel his clothes off and suck hickies onto his neck. I touched on this briefly, but if you show a lot of leg, he’ll touch you not briefly. He’ll touch you a lot. Very enthusiastically. Very grabby. If you sit on his lap (which is always a good idea) and generally be extra touchy, I virtually guarantee it will end in very loving fluffy clingy sex. A lot of it if I'm being honest. If you ask him directly what his turn ons are he’ll deadass just look at you with this smirk and go “you :)” knowing exactly where this is going. And of course if you were to instigate some enthusiastic grabby making out, a little bump n grind, that will get him very excited very quickly. Not to mention sometimes he’ll be infodumping about a project he’s working on, and he realizes part way through that if you haven’t studied engineering it probably makes little to no sense. But instead of being confused you’re listening with rapt attention, excited cause he’s excited, so proud and happy and in love to see him being passionate and talking about his interests. That just hits him right in the heart and he starts making out with you on the spot. After that if he’s talking about something he’s working on and ends up going on a tangent, it’ll probably end up in making out. Which will probably end up in several other things.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t be too aggressive with him. He’s very traumatized, so while he does love some grabbing/biting/scratching, don’t go much further than that. Also, don’t do any of that stuff just for kicks, make sure it’s an expression of your overwhelming love yk. He’s not into restraints that he couldn’t hypothetically get out of himself (again trauma). Besides that, he’s pretty open minded. If you do experiment or try something new, make sure you talk about it beforehand (but that goes for any relationship) and do lots of aftercare, especially cuddling and talking.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Before I began this one, I had to take a long slow sip of my coffee in preparation, and I recommend you do the same before you keep reading this.

I will tell you exactly how to make him a writing mess beneath you when you go down on him: rile him up by mouthing him through his boxers before you whip it out. Pop open his jeans and palm him while you make out. Immediately putty in your hands.

He’s equally matched on his love of giving and receiving, so it’s more a question of who instigates first yk. In terms of skill?? He’s off the fuckin charts. Remember the “everyone wants a guy who eats a lot” video from earlier??? Same vibe. He will throw your legs over his shoulder and go to fucking town. We’ve discussed his hands, we’ve discussed how long and agile his fingers are and how good he is with his hands in general, all of that carries over into this area as well. He won’t just have you seeing stars, you’ll be fuckin charting planets and other galaxies. We’ve talked about how much he loves your taste, we’ve talked about how hot he thinks it is when he has you writing in pleasure beneath him, good fucking luck getting him off you. He will go to town until you’re either out of time or orgasms.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the circumstance, but whether it’s slow and fluffy or doing it on the nearest surface hard and fast and fiery, it will be the most lust filled sensual loving thing you’ve ever experienced.

Like some mornings it’s so soft and so fluffy and so domestic, grabbing at each other and kissing sleepily, morning light diffusing softly through the curtains as you slowly wake up every part of your bodies. Sometimes it’s when you’ve been slow dancing in the kitchen, a little wine drunk, sucking hickeys onto each other's necks and singing along to oldies, and next thing you know you’re tearing off each other’s clothes on the kitchen floor. Or maybe sometimes you haven’t seen each other for a couple days cause of business trips or something, or it’s just one of those days where as soon as you get your hands on each other it’s on, hard and hot and fast, never able to get enough.

But yeah it depends on the day. Or hour. But it’s always perfect - his instincts really are flawless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I’ve said this before about other ppl but deadass, “any time, any place,” - Leo Valdez probably. He doesn’t view quickies as a substitute for rearranging your guts, they’re an additional opportunity to. Literally, if there’s a chance to have any kind of closeness with you, sexual or not, he’ll take it. He loves feeling that bond with you, and given how touch starved he is, it’s especially nice.

That being said, he absolutely loves to see how much he can make you blush in a short amount of time, to see what kind of reactions you can get out of each other. It’s almost like a bonus timed level of a game you’ve gotten really really good at. One neither of you ever get tired of playing. He’s one thousand percent the type to cook dinner with you and be all cute and domestic, then as soon as it’s in the oven on a timer he’ll pull you close and go “you know what that leaves us enough time for…” in a way that already has you gushing and biting your lip. The only problem is pulling yourselves away from each other long enough to take dinner out when the timer goes off.

“While it’s cooling, we could always…” He’ll say, breath fanning your neck, arms around your waist. You’ll be lucky if you can get off each other in time to eat before your food gets cold.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s very open minded and pretty much down for anything (within reason) but will almost always prefer if you initiate new ideas. If you propose something or it’s something he knows is a good move he might surprise you with it - he probably will actually, he really likes doing that - but he gets much more hesitant instigating ideas. He’s not lacking inspiration, believe me, he never does when it comes to you. He’s never gotten this far in a relationship before, he’s never been in someone’s life this long or had someone in his life this long. As much as he wants to instigate more (and believe me, he does) it’ll take a while for him to build up that confidence. He’s still getting over the last part of the “if I mess up once I’ll get sent away” trauma. Just continue to be there for him. Gentle reassurance and consistency will go a long way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Hhhhhh…. Okay okay. Is it bad if I say you haven’t really discovered the limit yet?? Usually something will come up (pun intended) before you’re both wiped. You’re both a little curious to see how long you could go at it before you’d have to take a longer break. I’m not going to lie, a few days away, just the two of you, with no interruptions would probably be enough to wear you both out. As for how long, he can last a reasonable amount of time, especially considering the effect you have on him. Usually between his hands, mouth, and cock, you’ll be going at it for quite a while. But I want you to know that in spite of all that, you could make him cum in record time if you wanted to. You hold that ability in your hands like a little baby bird. Take pride in that.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He might have one or two, which were all but forgotten once you got together. Once you get to that point you’ll probably end up with a shared collection from surprising each other or going shopping together. Going to a sex shop together without joking and laughing so loud you get kicked out is quite the feat. Once when you were really bored you had a vibrator race that was absolutely hilarious and very entertaining. You’ll definitely throw some toys in the mix depending on the day, but don’t think he won’t still be using his hands to their full extent. And his mouth. And crotch. If there’s a period of time where you’re apart, either on business or quests or whatever else, he might break out some of his old tried and true friends when he really starts to miss you. But again, it’s no substitute for the real thing. Not in the slightest. So when you finally reconnect, it’ll be just the two of you, no guest appearances.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Like a lot a lot. But the infuriating part is that he can back up every claim he makes. He’ll rile you the hell up and then deliver. He’s the ceo of teasing. He’ll kiss your neck and feel you up while you’re on the phone, his fingers will trace up your hips and thighs and lower stomach while you’re cooking breakfast. You’ll feel him smirk when you let out a nervous giggle. “What, can’t I kiss my incredible sexy s/o?” Barely suppressing another flustered laugh, you’ll tell him he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Yeah, kissing my incredible sexy s/o…” He’ll dance with you, holding you close in a way that sometimes feels overwhelmingly wholesome, and other times feels like you’re practically undressing each other. Even just hanging out watching netflix or whatever, he’ll go from resting his head on your tummy to tracing shapes dangerously high up on the inside of your thighs.

And believe me, he expects you to reciprocate this teasing. It’s this fun game you have of who can fluster who more before you finally break the tension. Grind into him a little when he’s spooning you, or when he hands you coffee in the morning (can we just take a moment to think about shirtless Leo in sweatpants making you coffee in the morning I’m fucking foaming at the mouth) and you thank him with a kiss and grab his butt, you can feel him holding back an excited flustered giggle. It’s the best shit in the world. This can (and probably will honestly) escalate until you’re straddling him, grinding gently, lazily kissing his neck, a long forgotten pilot of some show playing in the background. His eyes will flutter shut and he’ll let out the softest moan, and you know you won. This time.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud and very very vocal. For his voice in general I don’t have a specific reference but I can imagine him singing these four songs (specifically the chorus of the second one), so that should give you a starting point. The noises you can draw out of this boy… god even he was surprised. He also talks a lot during sex which is really cute. It’s just sort of a stream of consciousness, like, right there, that feels so good, how are you so hot interspersed with moans. Also because of that, dirty talk comes really easily to him, like really easily. He’ll just be babbling out praise and moans and the most amazing noises you’ve ever heard in your life. He talks significantly less when his mouth is busy doing something else, like going down on you for instance. For real though, if you don’t think he’ll be moaning into your crotch, you’ve very incorrect.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I’ve got a couple, so let’s start with the first one that comes to mind. Following the he talks a lot during sex which is incredibly cute, you can put your fingers in his mouth to slow that down a little. He doesn’t mind at all, he actually really likes it. I’m bringing this up again because I’ll never stop thinking about it; after sex, later when you have to get dressed, he’ll watch you while you get ready with the most tender lovestruck expression you’ve ever seen someone have. Watching you pull on your jeans and fix your hair, wiping of the long since smudged remains of your makeup if you were wearing any, getting to see you in your most organic state is one of his favorite things he's ever experienced. Also, surprising each other with sexy cosplays of whatever media you’re fixated on right now. You got hyperfixated on old fashioned rollercoasters for a brief period of time which lead to him making a bunch of “ride my wood” jokes. Still makes you laugh to this day.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

One more time for the boys in the back demigods have fucking schmeat/gorilla grips and Leo is no exception!!!! He's long and pretty thick, some well placed veins, and the exact right size and shape to hit all of your spots and fill you up perfectly. It’s just big enough to be a pleasant stretch you don’t get bored of. Not once in your entire life have you ever found better dick than him. But don't tell him that directly right away, it'll make him way way too flustered.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Hella. Sky motherfucking high. He’s down to clown at any time. Literally. So many times you’ll go from dancing together and goofing off to pinning each other against the nearest wall. Seriously there’s not a day that goes by that he’s not thinking about you, how much he loves you… if that overwhelming love happens to express itself by sucking hickeys onto your neck and curling his fingers inside you, you won’t turn him down. You’ll reciprocate enthusiastically, actually. Seriously, I hope you’re ready to be really sore and really satisfied for a really long time, because I don’t think anyone with a horny Leo Valdez around them could be not horny for more than 15 seconds. The world record is 22. Don’t expect to beat it. Oh my god the way he’ll just look at you, not even like full bedroom eyes or anything (yet) but you just know the love he has for you in his heart. Sometimes it just hits you like a ton of bricks and you just pounce on him and start making out and you’re both just so happy and full of love. You both have exactly what you need, which is each other. You could both go on for days like that. And probably have before. And show no signs of stopping.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a satisfying amount of cuddles when you’re both relaxed, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly. You’re both obviously very tuckered out from the prior events, and there’s no better feeling in the world than curling up together after all that. You can worry about how sore you’ll be later, right now you both just want to focus on the feeling of your hands playing with his hair. It’s so soothing, he’ll be out in one of those really deep restorative sleeps before you know it, and you’ll be right on his heels. A part of him doesn’t want to fall asleep, cause he never wants this to end. He might try to put it off by talking with you and making you laugh. He knows it’s time to surrender to exhaustion when your blinks start getting slow and heavy, your speech slurred at the edges. He knows he probably seems just as tired, but he doesn’t want to give up quite yet. You’ll let out a yawn and he’ll press a kiss to your forehead or shoulder, whatever’s closest, and you’re both out like a light before you know it. You’re never really sure who falls asleep first, you’re just glad to wake up in each other’s arms.

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Four Lords x Buff Reader mayhaps? (Buff enough to be like "hey I can probably lift my SO no problem" and yes this also includes Alcina (if she would allow it))

Hell yes, LIFT THEM LORDS! Thank you for the submission!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Initially, she's quite doubtful. You might be muscular, but you're not that strong, Darling. Alcina is both quite tall and quite dense. You won't be able to lift her.

You shoot her a bright grin and ask if you can try to prove her wrong.

She rolls her eyes playfully, smirks, and agrees to let you try if you insist---OKAY HOW THOUGH??

You effortlessly parade her room to room bridal style, entirely smug and not even a little out of breath. Lifting your girlfriend is easy, and it's extra gratifying to see the dumbstruck look on her face.

It's one of the very, very, very few times you see Alcina flustered. She's used to being the most powerful, prestigious person in the room, and being carried around like this brings her back to the days before her mutation. She feels almost...dainty. It's a novel feeling.

Donna Beneviento

Hhhhhhhh....strongk....💖

Apparently, something about your muscles just flip a switch in Donna's brain. By that I mean if you pick up something heavy and she's watching, her brain turns right off.

She doesn't know why she's like this! You can just... Pick her up? So easily?? And somehow it just really does it for her! (Angie just openly comments about your muscles in the background: HELL YEAH, DONNA! GET SOME!!)

If you pick her up bridal style she just covers her face immediately. It's just so much all at once? She gets to look up at your face, or bury her head in your neck if she wants, and she feels how strong your hands are through her dress...

C-can you pose for her? Like on the cover of a romance novel? Preferably shirtless?

Salvatore Moreau

He's happy you take such good care of yourself! ☺️

While building up muscle isn't in the cards for everyone, you've taken to it like a fish to water. Salvatore's proud of you!

He's fairly neutral about the whole thing until one day when you pick him up to help him get a better view and UH. WOWIE. YOU'RE REALLY STRONG.

He's really shocked, and just a little worried. His growths on his back are heavy, even for him. Are you sure it's not too much trouble? You'll have to reassure him if this is something you want to do on a consistent basis.

All his doubts go out the window if you pin him to the wall, though. Moreau gets so flustered he can't make a coherent sentence, just a jumble of noises that sound like they're trying to be words, but they can't. New words in your vocabulary include Youghvgh, Hishmigglefick, and Ackfikkbok. (Just kiss him, put the fish man out of his misery. 💕)

Karl Heisenberg

If you're muscular in any way, Heisenberg just blatantly ogles you.

He normally wouldn't care if he spotted a buff person in the wild buuuut since it's you...he's already attracted, and all those muscles are just a very, very nice bonus.

He limits his appreciation to the ogling and occasionally gives you a playful compliment. That all changes if you pick him up, though.

That's uh...whoo... you're pretty strong. While his brain doesn't quite shut off completely, he does start chatting. Incessantly. He comments on anything and everything, from the state of his newest project to the definition in your arms because DAMN.

When he figures out you can hold him with one arm his brain fully melts out of his ears. Can you hold him up by the throat?? Force him to the ground??? Wrestle??? (The man's a switch and that switch is FLIPPED)