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angeldustanalog · 6 months ago

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29 alternate ways a sub who can't/can't always communicate verbally might display sexual/kink desire

1. awkward, dubiously efficient but earnest, or vague attempts at being direct/initiating scenes or sometimes even initiating social interaction at all

2. talking about kink stuff with the intention of escalating (often will have a different tone than them explaining their kinks because they know they need to explain what they like at some point to be able to play which would probably sound more anxious/stressed, whereas if they start talking about kink offhandedly, maybe they can even be flirtatious sometimes. but the vibe is closer to 'bringing up a topic for funsies' not 'conveying information about this topic because information must be conveyed')

3. vague, repetitive statements, usually trying to communicate an overarching idea (telling you 'you're cool' 'i like you' 'you're nice' 'you're fun' or things like that but not being able to really express further but the overall message is 'i have positive feelings towards you of some kind' they just have a hard time speaking)

4. nonverbal communication like growling, biting, scratching, head butting, licking, nuzzling, obviously this was written by a dogboy but there are probably non furry examples too

5. relevant posting online in a place they could reasonably think you might see it (especially if they then tell you about the post, indirectly lead you to it, or send it directly/tag you)

6. sending really obvious anons

7. reblogging things that are relevant to things you've talked about, inside jokes, things that they think you would notice and understand

8. flirting via other social media/tumblr methods

9. researching things and telling you about what they found/implementing that knowledge

10. drawing/painting/writing/ any art or expressive outlet depicting what they want, or a metaphor for what they want, or how they feel about you, or anything in service of adding to the dynamic lore

11. taking nudes/making porn/fetish art of any kind/asking if you want to see the content, ***especially*** if they're trying to appeal to your interests

12. metaphors and euphemisms, verbal/written/visual/etc. this can often also sound overly complicated or overly simplistic. the point is to listen to the psychological feeling.

13. dressing in specific ways (esp if it's in a style/aesthetically they know you are particularly into, but could also include just trying to dress 'nicer' to display effort, or things like wearing dirty clothes if you're into salirophilia )

14. grooming themself, sometimes in ways that might not be what they would normally do, but in the ways they know you prefer/need (can look different; like if you have a musk kink they might intentionally not shower before seeing you, or making sure to shower and clean their space if you're averse to mess. could also include cutting/styling their hair with your preferences in mind, same for body hair/facial hair, nails, whatever)

15. using scents you like, colors you like, themes, IPs, characters, words, references, aesthetics, generally displaying interest in learning about you as a person and then displaying that they have remembered that knowledge, or are trying to

16. prioritizing your wants over theirs (sometimes, and in a strong/loving way not like a manipulative way)

17. playing specific movies/videos/shows/songs/etc around them, sending them relevant posts/memes/articles

18. doing things to themself around you that are on theme for your dynamic (if you have a heavily ABDL focused dynamic maybe they dip up unprompted and dress super baby and just so happen to be adorable in your sightline. if you have a dynamic with a lot of sadomasochism maybe they do autosadistic shit around you. it's like a mating display.)

19. talking/writing/etc about a ship that they relate your dynamic to

20. writing about their desires and sharing that information with you, including out of scene/character

21. learning about your special interests on their own

22. acts of service but in a bit more focused way (like, acts of service that are specifically a demonstration that they know/are trying to know and anticipate your needs

23. acts of service with the intention of reducing your stress so that kink would actually be like a fun thing and not a hassle

24. finding out what things they do that turn you on and then doing those things a lot and trying to do those things in ways that are even hotter to you

25. researching conditions/allergies/idiosyncrasies/anything new to them on their own you have so that they can be responsive in the most effective way for you

26. making a point to learn new skills, emotional/sexual/practical/whimsical/whatever, to make you feel as good as they can and be most helpful to you

27. jokes!!! haha jkjk......unless? but no...

28. environmental storytelling (you get home and they happen to be drunk and dressed all cute and oh weird their toy bag and duct tape is all laid out?? how convenient :0 )

29. maybe sometimes they actually do just express desire verbally, but in a way that is comfortable to them. maybe they can't, or can't always, say really explicit things out loud, not out of bratiness or defiance. but they can use gentler language, and *you* understand what they mean because you know them. so it is effective communication

#angellick.oc #angellick.sx #angellick.irl #angellick.impies #aut safe for work #disability in kink #autistic sex #tw hard kink #tw drugs #t4t kink

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pancake-breakfast · 1 year ago

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Time to knock out a few more chapters for @trigunbookclub.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 5-6 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)

Chapter 5: Assault

Man, I wanna get that much food for $12. Or even for $$12.

Milly is smarter than anyone (including her) thinks she is.

Vash is MORE than capable of reading people. He has TONS of experience at it. I love the little nod to this in Stampede where he comments on being able to read Wolfwood's true nature in his eyes.

Why is Vash asking such a poignant question about existence to this kid? Oh, I bet he's trying to suss out whatever cynical seeds inspired the kid to lie to him in the first place.

The kid's got something of Vash figured out, too.

I will never get over this guy's shoulder pads. They will haunt me to my grave.

I do kinda miss the Bad Lads in Stampede. I get why they might do it, though. Legato and Livio should end up being MUCH more important characters, and the orphanage is a MUCH more important setting, so it tightens things up a bit. But the Bad Lad Gang is so over the top. They were fun.

Gods, speaking of over the top, Trigun excels at crazy names.

Wait, how did Vash get on the bed? He passed out on the floor.

I love literally everything about these two pages. They're beautiful. I love the poetry of everything being so dry, including people's hearts. I love the contrast between Rem's pose and Vash's pose. And I love her calling him "so serious" when he's spent all this time in the story trying to portray the exact opposite image to those around him. She gets him.

Ah, well, so much for the dream being pleasant.

Aaaand he fell off the bed.

Oh, no. Babygirl is crying over his dream....

No time for crying. Bad Lads abound!

Dude. Don't go stabbing your maps. That just puts holes in them and makes them less functional in the future.

"And if it ain't flashy, what's the point?!" This guy should meet Tengen Uzui from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 6: Die Hards

Oh, no. They've activated Vash's Serious Face(TM).

I like that we're getting some information on plants. I also like that, at this point in the manga, they literally just sound like industrial manufacturing plants. We have yet to see one up close.

Yeah... it's generally best NOT to shoot the experts you need to do a Thing.

Nightow really likes his pointy teeth, doesn't he?

Heh. Trying to compensate for the Japanese word for "wait" being two syllables instead of one. Translation is hard.

Yeah, kid, I don't think Shinypants McGee here cares too much what you might think you're getting out of this deal.

Hahahahaha, the way Vash enters the scene is beautiful. No one suspects someone to come UPSIDE DOWN THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD.

I'm gonna be honest; I'm pretty sure the only reason I can follow the action in these panels is because I've seen the '98 anime.

Wait, did he just yeet himself and the kid out the hole in the windshield?! Hmm, that sounds familiar, actually.

Yep, there they are. The kid is appropriately terrified.

Now Vash is also freaking out. Always a good sign.

"The scent of a woman." Dude, you're wearing some sort of crazy gas mask. What kind of freak of nature are you??

Current favorite Meryl/Milly Gremlin Pose:

If you need an effective hostage, always choose a pretty young girl.

Vash has a right to be frustrated. He literally had NOTHING to do with this.

I have thoughts on the Soupy Brain panel.

There's something about Vash's expression and pose here that I really like. I want to pet his hair.

Ah, yes. I thought I remembered something about this kid being a girl. I love how she's just... draped over her dad with all the casual comfortableness of a kid with their favorite parent.

Don't say "never," kid. It's not too late, and it's hard to judge exactly what a parent wants of their child. Even if you don't meet expectations, if your parent cast you aside for that, then that's on them, not you.

Vash, coming in from Stage Left, with a head-butt, making sure the soup brains don't get too distracted.

I want to read another chapter, but that is not going to result in me going to bed before sunrise, so I guess I'll call it there.

#and they said i'd grow out of staying up all night when i became an “adult” with “responsibilities”#i call bullshit #trigunbookclub #trigun manga #pancake thoughts

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radios-universe · 1 year ago

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some random questions:

do you have a favourite scent?

do you prefer short ankle socks or crew socks?

what’s the last book you read?

what’s a book you really didn’t like?

do you prefer to sleep with white noise or silence?

do you have a favourite food?

who’s a band/artist you’ve liked for a long time? (you can define “long” however you want)

bonus round:

what’s philosophy school like? like what kinds of classes and assignments do you have and just your general thoughts on it

you are a BLESSING this is so fun!

favourite scent has gotta be either a freshly blown out candle or drying paint. yeah.

short ankle socks all the way!!! idk what it is but if socks are coming any further up my ankle than trainers socks do i am naauuut having it.

last book i read in full was radio silence...!!! while i was annotating it for my friend. currently rereading solitaire though :]

oooo... if i don't like a book, then i will never actually make myself read it, especially because i can have quite a hard time reading in the first place anyway, nevermind if it's something i'm not enjoying. so i don't know, actually. i can't even think of any books i read in school which i didn't like... they weren't THAT bad i suppose..!

definitely sleep in silence. i need complete silence and minimal light. not complete darkness, no, i'm actually scared of the dark. but at least like a lamp in the corner of the room or something. too bright and i can't sleep and too loud and i can't sleep. i actually am really picky about sleeping conditions and find it quite tough to fall asleep in places that aren't my bedroom T-T

my favourite food, at least for now, is definitely pasta. not any specific type or dish... just because it can be used for so many things and has so many different types that i feel like i could eat it everyday and never really complain.

bonus answer: garlic bread (i am a walking asexual stereotype, and proud of it)

well i can take the music artist question and half jokingly answer one direction really... ok they haven't been about for... almost a decade but i was in fact a directioner...!

as for right now, i've been a really big fan of the band lovejoy and have been for a long time, the same way that a lot of their fans have been around for a long time - the lead singer of the band is also a twitch streamer/youtuber...!!

i've been keeping up with his solo music before he formed lovejoy with his bandmates and its been amazing to see how not only the lead singer has grown with his music, but the band overall..!! they're very very cool and i really like their sound. they're awesome in concert too.

blehhh well i do philosophy (and religious studies too, actually! joint degree) at a UK university so.... really um. yeah.

it's not the most riveting experience ever. sure, it's pretty interesting but really you're just sitting watching a lecturer talk in front of a powerpoint a few times a week and then you're made to actually read all the other information by yourself. for way too long.

as someone who (as previously mentioned) sucks at reading for the most part... yeah...!! it's an experience.

it's not like i didn't expect it. the grades are based on a typical UK idea of half being essay and half being an exam, for the most part.

it's definitely an experience...!!! trust me, i am only doing this so that i can teach the subject (RMPS to be specific, meaning 'religious, moral, philosophical studies) at high schools. if i was doing this without a career choice in mind i would be going craaazy

#moral philosophy is the best type of philosophy #side note: logic sucks #i also don't like learning about christianity #currently doing a religion class about cultures and controversies!#it sounds pretty cool #lovejoy #radio silence #solitaire #asks open #send asks

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gettatranslations · 1 year ago

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Peaches and Blank Stares Yumigeta Ako (23.07.10)

Good eveningー！

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for yesterday's comments〜！

Quite a few of you also went to the Shizuoka Performance！

What did you think of the LIVE？

How did you feel while watching the LIVE？

I had a lot of comments like this、

Uーm……

While in line for goods I heard all of the voices around me。

｢I'm so excited〜｣｢I'm glad I worked hard to get here today〜！｣ Hearing a surprising amount of positive comments already、

Made me feel kinda nervous（？）。

Like standing in line for goods was my first time really realising that people spend so much money、that people look forward to this day for so long、and the influence that the people standing on stage have…。

I also realised how much Fukumura-san's treasured ｢Facial expression control｣ means that she must never show the tough things that she's facing while on stage！

I don't want to ever forget this feeling。

I'll keep working hard myself too！

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】〜✨

I think you already know that I've been eating a lot of peaches recently…

But there's something I've been thinking about for ages！！

《I wanna eat peaches with the skin onーー！！！》

I wanted to be like Ishida-san and eat peaches with the skin on！

I like the scent of peach skin and they're annoying to peel and the skin kind of feels like plum skin！

So I gave it a try🍑

Blank stare〜笑lol

It was delicious and tasted even sweeter than usual for some reason！！！！I looked it up and apparently peaches taste the sweetest between the skin and the pit！

I Getted ｢Memorable Flavours Part2｣❤️‍🔥

I think I'm gonna get obsesseーd🍑🍑

Next I want to try baking peaches〜��笑lol

I'll bake a peach and use it in a salad！

Such imagination〜！！

That's why cooking is so much fun ( ᐛ )و

For dinner tonight、I kinda wanna try making up my own recipe〜

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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It was so hot again today…

I don't wanna go outside〜！

I'm looking for ways to survive in the heat…

Everyone please be careful not to get heatstroke！！

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐢🐢🐢

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grandexpertearthquake · 2 years ago

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jeromebuckley · 2 years ago

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mangostarjam · 29 days ago

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hehe Dearest Cheesy,

i needed to wait until i had time to go on my pc to respond, which really truly makes it feel like pen pals and i love that so much!

the thing my family gives me a pass on is baking, and that's just because none of them do it, so you've got a good point!! perhaps i will try a cuisine totally out of left field... though it's hard to think of one they wouldn't know/feel confident enough to offer unwanted advice for anyway lmao. maybe i'll just start evolving my baking skills instead!

i just had rice noodle soup this morning actually! with roast duck! the weather has finally cooled down enough that having a nice warm noodle soup hits the spot just right. growing up i tried all kinds of foods in order to make my grandparents happy haha so i'm sure i was offered some braised pork uterus and never asked what it was! but looking at photos now i'm like. yeah that looks really familiar!! i have a vague taste memory of it!! i love that your grandma lives on with you 🥺

my favorite foods... oh man. okay one of them we call "cha dalite" but looking it up, my best guess it's "stir fried opo with ground pork" and i have that with rice! and then there's japanese curry, crispy mochiko chicken, salaw majou saekgou, soy korean fried chicken, mmm grilled mackerel with miso soup and pan fried onigiri... the list goes on LOL but for desserts, while i am a fan of almost all kinds, my favorite (maybe because it's hard for me to find) is honey brick toast! and yes i LOVE crumble cakes!! give me texture!! what about you what are your favorite foods??

asdfkjgflk i absolutely did NOT reveal the basis of our friendship you are a pokemon go friend and that was enough for my mom especially to go "should we send her some lemongrass from our backyard?? can we freeze kreung and mail it??" and i had to explain that i call you "cheesy" and i probably can't write that on a usps package lmaooo

okay i need to inform you that i checked the new savant's website at least ten times the past week or so and each time i am delighted by checking another one of their candle descriptions. like i'm microdosing candle scents with my imagination. spreading out the joy of discovering a new favorite candle one at a time. you are so powerful avoiding the witching hour candle because that beauty sounds like it'd smell SO GOOD. fresh persimmons and dark plum!!

omg... i did not know this about bees that is so cute. i love watching bees bumble around but i was always worried as a kid that following me would tire them out if they were thinking i was some kind of flower and i didn't want them to stray off their path! (yeah, i thought they planned their flower routes LOL)

our beloved loser narumi!! he is actually so hot and competent he drives me nuts. i do think the type of person he'd fall for would be someone who appreciates that side of him. not in a "wow you're so cool narumi!!1!1!" way but in a quietly acknowledging way that doesn't necessarily call him out on how he hides how hard he works. someone who lets him come to them once he feels safe and secure enough to drop some of his guard. he's loud and silly and selfish but he also knows that he's one of the strongest people around and that he'll be on the front lines, always, and that responsibility weighs on him even if he revels in it at the same time. and of course his person would tease him and poke gentle fun at him! and he'd be shameless about pursuing them!! if he thinks they're hot and strong, he's Looking. he's on his knees begging for just one date. it'd be later, when he's caught off guard at the way they point out that he can cry, too, over [redacted's] death, that he starts to think maybe this person is special for even noticing that he's not unaffected

okay turns out i have some feelings for narumi i guess HAHA

i am heart eyes at you and your best friend!! my best friend, god i love her so much - we actually met on facebook doing some transfer student roommate searching thing and bc i was going in as an english lit major, she asked about my favorite books so i listed some "safe" boring ones and she listed one of those like, pulitzer prize winners and i thought she was soooo sophisticated and intelligent and then we ran into each other in the housing office on moving day and i blurted out "wow i didn't realize you were so short!" LMAO. great first impressions aside, she keeps me grounded in a way that makes me appreciate life so much more? she's always noticing the tiniest details about plants when we take walks, and she's not afraid to catch reptiles/lizards just to show me some crazy coloration pattern on its back or something. and she gets excited about things that i would otherwise think is mundane or i'd be too in my own head to notice. she has real bad anxiety but is willing to go with me on little adventures and i love taking her around places because we could literally be doing nothing and we'd still have a good time. she's also so fucking bad at directions and i'm not, so we complement each other there haha oh and one of the things about reading a lot as a kid means my vocabulary is kind of huge but i never said these words out loud, so she has a running list of words i have very confidently mispronounced and it cracks us up when i say something and she gets this facial expression like she's trying to decipher how i got to that pronunciation based on the letters lmao. i think one of our favorite words is "chic" because i said "chik" not "sheek" (in my defense that's not even english!) but her list must be a mile long by now. i admire her a lot!! we have both dropped everything to be there for the other at some point and i will never take that for granted! i feel safe talking to her about anything!

whoops. i can definitely go on about my best friend LOL after graduating she moved north for a few years so we were long distance for a bit but now she's moved back and it's been a blast!!

hahaha okay honestly i feel like you wouldn't even need food photography because the way you describe food it's like. already painting the image (and TASTES) in my mind!! please share what you've been making!! have you experimented with the persimmons yet?

for swim team my events were all the long distance free events lol and i haaaaated them because i'd get so bored and lose count of my laps but i was always put in them because i would swim so consistently pace-wise that it just worked out better for me to do long distance events. i also really loved backstroke!! my favorite event was the 100 free. i am simply not a sprinter haha. wait i also had asthma as a kid! that was literally why my mom threw me into swim lessons LOL something something "learn some breath control and your lungs will get better!" asdfkjla okay but i love that you've done so many sports!! before i got back into swimming i really wanted to try ice hockey and rock climbing. i considered roller derby too but ice hockey appealed to me more! the locations/facilities for these sports are just too much of a hurdle for me to overcome to know i'll actually go to them lol the reason my workout schedule is consistent now is bc i know that if i don't eliminate the hurdles i simply will not do them! but swimming and weightlifting and walking have been figured out now! also, the trail ragnar sounds fucking wild. oh my god. it's so fun getting to know you because you'll casually drop lore like this as if it's not a big deal but let me tell you. IT IS.

i don't have a preference for my emojis!! i love that the mango is prominent though hehe

i'm laughing because i also wrote full on pages in my friends' yearbooks -- starting in the typical signature pages, skipping to a random club photo set page, scribbled into the margin of an acknowledgements page, until it became a chaotic task to read my full message. thankfully i will not do that here because i also had to start a draft response so i wouldn't lose this message haha

big big hugs,

fuji

fuji!! how are you doing on this fine day lovely lady? i'm responding to our thread here bc idk what the etiquette is on reblogging long ass conversations on the same thread lmao so to be safe i'll just send u a new ask.

soupmates is so cute and i love when typos become canon jargon in friendships hehe. you've made me crave croissants again and i am wistfully thinking of how we have a rule that while we're in france, if one of us asks "what time is it?" the other is legally obligated to respond "croissant o'clock" and then we go find a boulangerie. this is how we end up eating 8 croissants/day whenever we're there.

wttcsms is on my deep dive list too!! every time i see them on my dash i'm like how does it feel to never be wrong? ack i've just been so busy that the only time i have to trawl tumblr is during my unhinged insomnia hours when i'm only half aware of what i'm keyboard vomiting lmao NO FILTER only screeching.

okay not mushrooms but this weekend i was busy running around the kitchen experimenting with my lil hoard of fig leaves! i made fig leaf syrup, fig leaf oil, and experimented with dehydrating and freezing the leaves for preservation. i also tested different ratios of toasted fig leaves and pandan in creme brulee and panna cotta so i could see how the flavors bloom in dairy in preparation for the idea i had for my cake. then i gave all the excess treats to baristas at our fave local coffee joints bc i'm not a huge sweet tooth and this was tew much dessert! after i found a ratio i thought worked, i made the cake except i'm afraid it's going to turn out hideous (it's still in its cake ring rn) but it's basically a first draft cake and i can refine it next time! you should see the notes i took on it. i always try to start with a neat plan and end up scribbling all over it with ideas and corrections.

tonight we've invited a couple of our friends over so i can do a fig leaf-inspired dinner with hamachi crudo with fig leaf oil, tomato bisque with fig leaf oil drizzle and crouton, slow roasted salmon in fig leaves (finished with a sear from our bernzomatic + searzall bc crispy salmon skin is life), and the fig leaf and strawberry cake. my friend also got cheesybf a new cocktail set for his bday so we can use the fig leaf syrup to make some nice gin cocktails or a fig leaf strawberry mocktail!

right now i'm munching on leftover crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew for lunch with jasmine rice that i steamed with some of the leftover pandan leaves for extra ~aroma. i still have a ton of leaves so i think i'm gonna make a pandan simple for my favorite matcha pandan lattes.

re: urls haha YES chopsticks are the best way to eat flaming hot cheetos and no one can change my mind. i always think of puffins when i think of my own username. those cute lil round birds. with like a lil cheese hat. i also associate you with apples now as we move into fall. but mentally my picture of you is a swirl of the colors in a kent mango, scented by mango skin by vilhelm and just a hint of kilian's apple brandy on the rocks. maybe a waft of mfk 724 and something like clean cotton or a soft white floral.

HAHAHA totally fair i just realized it was getting long maybe i should put my responses under a read more LOL

i'm responding a day (??) late (time is fake) bc i had to recover from how gorgeous your cake looked and sounded tbh. but i'm good!! my new assistant at work is picking things up quickly and has common sense which is sadly in short supply around here lmaooo

there's a vietnamese bakery in my hometown that makes the BEST croissants i've ever had in my life (though tbf i have not been to paris yet!) and they supply all the local taquerias with bolillo so they are Churning Out Breads but i cannot emphasize enough that it's like. a warehouse space. with a door on a side street and the price list handwritten and they only recently started accepting anything but cash. i love them. the croissants are huge and lightly buttery and delicious. i will now be declaring it's croissant o'clock any time we happen to drive nearby haha

wttcsms and dee my beloveds!!! on behalf of all writers though i will say no filter unhinged screaming comments/tags are GREAT to read. i hope your busyness is the good kind!! it's always lovely seeing you pop up on the dash or inbox or wherever but i hope you're having a good time here >ᴗ<

oh my goddddd your fig leaf experiments... divine. glorious. something about the description of "seeing how the flavors bloom in dairy" is just. dreamy?? you sound like a wizard creating your own magical spell book tome with your scribbles and notes and ideas (saying this in SUCH a complimentary way). crispy salmon skin IS life i just had some last night hehe i had to look up crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew but YOOO this reminds me of duk prahok... yum. and oh my god crying tiger steak is like. a summer staple for us. i never knew it had a NAME. not to over share but my family is from cambodia and i have so many recipes in my brain that i just figured were things my dad created LOL

AND I LOVE PUFFINS!!! in like second grade i did a report/presentation on puffins unprompted unsolicited to my class. i read a book about them and was obsessed i wanted everyone to learn about them (yes i am/was a nerd) (bless my teacher for letting me present lmao). and i do love apple scented things mmm. one of my favorite candles ever is autumn air from elder&co (notes of wild apple and pear and fallen oak leaves). i'm so glad it's getting cloudy and cozy season is coming bc i can light my candles without feeling too silly. do you have any favorite candles?? oh these other scents are SO GOOD. i love that!! brb going to find a way to smell these immediately

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astraphel · 4 years ago

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✒️ 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✒️

Ryo Inui x Fem!Reader

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Master List ✰ Flash Fiction ✰ Main ✰ Daily GIFs

"After Class 1-A's Show, Ryo praises Izuku for preventing the festival from being canceled; however, he also scolds him for being out of line since he failed to contact any Heroes in the vicinity and reminds him that he is not the only Hero out there protecting the peace. Izuku acknowledges his fault, which satisfies Ryo, who sends Izuku flying towards the festival, telling him to have fun." - BNHA Wiki

Ryo is not above punishment but seeks for someone to acknowledge their mistakes. He could have had the festival canceled but saw how hard Midoriya worked to prevent that from happening. He has a uniquely aggressive way of showing his affection, but he cares for the students.

His fierce anger doesn't mean he's not intelligent (he scored an 8 in that, same as Aizawa) and looking out for what's best for them. I mean, that's his job, haha.

The wiki says that he's a skilled youth counselor. I wonder if his keen sense of smell helps with that. Dogs can smell human emotions, so he might be able to sense when students are struggling. He'd be able to perceive if there was something a student could not communicate with words, gestures, etc. It wouldn't be exact, but he'd at least be able to see what they're truly feeling and could navigate somewhat.

He also yells a lot, so maybe that's motivating, LOL. Apparently, he's feared by all the students of UA soooo...

I do think he has a softer side for those who get close enough to him, though.

There's no canon information on other ways his quirk affects his body outside of his head. His civilian look shows that his hands look human, and his quirk doesn't require him to have any specially made clothes.

I don't think Ryo has a ton of physical dog traits. He has human legs and arms, and hands; he doesn't have a tail and doesn't have (visible as of yet) dog ears. However, the idea of human ears buried in his hair/fur is hilarious to me.

He'd have perhaps a heightened version of other dog-like senses, but not anything more than his sense of smell. His face is the only part of him that is visibly dog-like, so it's his sense of smell that is the most amplified. So, perhaps he has better hearing than most, but not quite at the same level as a dog. Unless he does have dog ears in there, then he'd have great hearing too. There is no doubt in my mind that he'd have the visual attributes of a hound dog as well.

I'm sure he's able to smell when people lie since there is a physical reaction, however subtle when people do that (unless you're Azula). I wonder if some of his no-bullshit attitudes stem from just KNOWING when students or other people are trying to bullshit him, and he's immediately over it.

He's hot-headed, and in a relationship, he'd be very protective. If his Canine Loyalty is an A, then a committed relationship might be more serious for him. He wouldn't choose a partner lightly, but I don't think he'd be celibate by any means. Just that he'd be intentional in his approach if he wanted things to go further.

Being in a relationship means, in many cases, being closer than almost anyone to a person. If he has a powerful sense of smell, it might be necessary for him to be comfortable with a person's scent, whether that means what kind of products they use or their natural body scent, probably both. I think it would at least play a factor in his attraction in a more complex way than people without a dog's sense of smell. Fragrances in different products could be discussed with a partner, so pheromones would probably be a more significant factor for him.

He'd be able to detect even minute changes in your body; he actually might be able to alert you if something changes that you might not notice yourself (as in, something to get checked out by a doctor). If you spend enough time together, he'd be keen on your body's changes in ways you never could be.

While rough around the edges, he'd be a quick learner if he had trouble being tender with someone. Due to his selectivity in committed partnerships, he might not have much experience being close to anyone but Vlad. But his sense of loyalty would make him prioritize your happiness and sense of safety.

I think communicating with him would be easy if not intimidating the first few times things come up. If you need to approach him, he'd instantly know something was up and want to talk about it. His aggressive nature makes him someone who would rather get a conversation or situation handled. He'd be able to tell if you were holding something back too.

I think, with the right dynamic and awareness of your limits and needs, the honesty factor would be a huge learning experience for a lot of people who date him or spend time with him. As in, communication - honest communication is complicated for a lot of people. Sometimes lies are a learned safety mechanism, sometimes it's coping, sometimes it's maladaptive daydreaming or dissociation, and sometimes it's insincere & malicious in intent. Ryo Inui is someone who would not hesitate to call a partner on their shit, but he wouldn't make you feel shitty about yourself or anything.

You wouldn't have to do the "saying yes when you mean no" thing. You wouldn't have to make yourself small when you're together. I doubt he'd judge any of your struggles; he'd want you to be open and honest with him so he can meet you where you're at.

He'd respond well to someone who gave the same back to him too. If he's too abrasive, it's ok to say something about it. He might have to cool off depending on the situation, but he'd take the time to thank you for being honest with him and say he'll work on it.

NSFW

He has a human cock, sorry y'all! I do think he's packing heat, though. He's huge.

He's into going down on his partner for long periods. If it were a battle of endurance, you'd probably lose. He can't create suction, but his tongue is presumably longer and stronger than the average person. At the very least, it's a wholly unique experience. If suction is a must for you, he's not opposed to getting toys that can achieve that.

He's a big dude, so he's got big hands and thick fingers, with arm strength that means he can fingerfuck you to another dimension.

Get on your knees and spread wide in front of him, or prop yourself up on a big pillow, and he'll lick you front to back. His tongue could reach further inside you, too.

If you're on your back, he will take his time with long broad licks and intermittent pressure by pausing on your sweet spot. Grinding into his tongue makes him grumble with approval. He wouldn't need to open his mouth far, and he'd hold you in place so you couldn't buck - so his teeth aren't a concern. He'd press his tongue firmly along your favorite spots and move in rhythm until you reach your peak.

His tongue and jaw strength mean he can do this until you beg for more or tap out. If you're into overstimulation and forced orgasm, Hound Dog is the person for you.

Big dom vibes; I could see him indulging a partner with a role reversal if they've been together for a while, though. Perhaps not out of a particular desire for subbing, but to make his partner happy and try something new. I imagine he'd have to be VERY comfortable to give up control though, so it would take some time and communication.

Aside from that, I think he defaults to more rough intense sex. He'll try most things that indulge your subby needs. The submission to him creates an earnest need to make you cum. Chances are he has more stamina than you, and he has a short refractory period. If you have the time, he could quite literally go all night. He cums a lot, and it's nice and thick.

He loves to cum inside any chance he gets. It's a deep-seated desire, and that's amplified if your body is giving of hormonal signals for "mating." If you ask for it, he'll happily indulge and will press into you as far as he can. He's not above leaning down and thoroughly licking you clean, either.

Doggy style is his favorite position; he loves prone bone, too, though. If he's fucking you from behind, sometimes he'll pull your hair and arch your head back to press into his chest. Then he'll lean forward to let saliva drip into your mouth before he dips his tongue in to taste you. He'll lean down and lick your back when a sheen of sweat develops on your skin as he fucks you from behind. He loves to taste you in every way he can. Fucking you is a sensory buffet for him every time.

Moaning doesn't happen often, but he growls and grumbles as he gets closer and finishes.

I think that aftercare would be a learning experience, but not out of a lack of desire to make you happy and comfortable. If you've had a long night, he might be forgetful sometimes, but he never leaves you high and dry. Give it a few chances, and he'll have a routine down for both of you that leaves you full of happy juices and feelings.

My headcanon for a secret desire is period sex if he's dating someone who has them. He might take a while to say something, but I think the hormonal changes would get to him. For me, the last couple of days leading up to my period are ridiculous. It's not the same for everyone. But he'd be able to smell and would respond to the pheromones your body gives off not only during your period but when you're ovulating as well.

#ryo inui #bnha smut #hound dog smut #hound dog imagines #bnha imagines #ryo inui x reader #hound dog x reader #hound dog bnha #bnha x reader #🔮☆headcanon.#edited 8/17

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yelenayena · 4 years ago

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Love Game part 3

Pairing: Yelena x fem!reader

Genre: Lemon, non!AU

A/N: This is my very first fanfic. Sorry if it's bad, but I hope you like and enjoy reading this story! The period in this story is when the Yeagerists began their mission to create the “New Eldian Empire”. I'm poor at grammar, and this is the first story I have written in English, so I’m sorry if they're a lot of mistakes I made in my writing. Feel free to give me some advice in English so I can learn and write better in the future 💜

Summary: You live in the same house as Yelena in Paradis as a maid. You adore Yelena, but you thought she wasn't attracted to you at all. The day after she talked with Pixis on the balcony, she eventually talks to you and tries to tease you.

Warning: Smut, +18, explicit content!!

She kissed your lips so gently. Her arms on your waist pull your body so close to hers, no more boundaries between you and her. The thrill of her kiss running up your skin was electrifying. You want to stop her, but your body tells a different story. It feels like you've been so thirsty for her touches for a whole time. Moments later, her arms all over your back. Then she kissed you passionately, her tongue is in your mouth now, moving wildly to play with yours.

At this moment you feel that the world around you vanishes away, only you and her. You want her back, you want her so badly. But a thought hit your head, you regained consciousness. Realizing that this should never have happened between you and her, there shouldn't be unnecessary physical touch.

You pulled back your body to stop her, “this is wrong, we ought not to kiss!” you said with a firm voice.

“Uh-huh, and then?”

You stepped back on your leg to keep your distance from her. “Don’t ever kiss me again!”

She curtsied and bent her face close to yours, “but you liked that, and you kissed me back,” she said. Her right arm touched your lower lip and teased it with a naughty touch.

You don't know what to say, because she was right, and the way she teased your lower lip is so intoxicating. You looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated, you can see a strong desire within her. She looked at you so lustful.

“Let me get this clear,” she continued. “I want you and don’t you ever dare to say no because I hate being rejected. Let’s move to the next level, I promise you'll love it, and we’ll be having so much fun!” Her right arm traced your chin, neck, and stopped at your left breast. She then put her lips against your ear, “tonight you look so beautiful with that nightdress, and I can't hold myself anymore,” she hoarsely whispered.

Her powerful and strong voice makes you do nothing but obey. “Now, go upstairs and get to sleep. It’s already late, I’ll clean the glasses for you.” She placed her arms on your shoulder to lead you out of the kitchen. And you just obey like her cutie puppy.

The next morning, Yelena saw you watering the potted plants around the backyard. “Hey, cutie, you slept well last night?” she said in an enticing tone.

You glanced at her, “funny you acted so friendly recently. Don’t get me wrong, but I don't think I’ll accept your stupid game.”

She stepped closer to you, “yes you will. As I said last night, I hate being rejected. So I’m gonna make you say my name when you get high. Just be ready today.”

She saw two soldiers walking towards your position. She cleared her throat, “so I wanna have some tea and please take them to my room by evening,” she said loudly with a different tone.

You realized she was trying to fool those soldiers, then she left you there. You glanced and followed her movement, she’s talking to the two soldiers. They seemed to have a serious conversation with her. You want to know what they are talking about, but you can't hear anything from the place you were standing.

As she promised, she left you no choice but to bring the tea set to her room. Once you entered her room, she locked the door and grabbed your hand quickly, and hugged you tightly. She kissed you more passionately than last night.

“Yelena-” you try to speak, “I told you we can't do this.”

“Yes we can, I know that you want me too, your face can tell me that,” she said during a kiss.

The more you try so hard to refuse, the more she holds your body so tight. She took off every one of your clothes until there nothing left. She touches you more and more, inch by inch. Yet, your sense of logic continues in a detached way with your desire, and you almost give up to satisfy your physical craving.

When she places you on the bed, you try to unbutton her shirt, she helps you take off her shirt and pants until you two get naked. That dusk, you ended up letting your lust control your body and let her touch you more deeply.

After that crazy moment in her room, you can't pretend that you don't need her anymore. You always let her touch your body every time she wants if there's a chance. In the library, in the bathroom, in the fulfillment warehouse, everywhere in that house is a place for both of you to have sex. You love the way she touches you. It always makes you want her more, more wild, more lust, more touch.

“Y- yelena-” you moaned as you felt her long fingers inside your cunt moving in and out faster.

“Yes, beauty? Gonna cum already?” she asked seductively.

You say nothing but moan her name again as you get high and release your warm fluid all over her finger. Tonight you ended up fuck with her in your room.

“Damn! I'm gonna miss this,” she said and started to suck her fingers in her mouth.

You frown at your face, “what do you mean ‘gonna’?”

She smiled at you, “nothing,” and gave her finger to your mouth then you licked hers sensually.

“Oh god, you look so fucking beautiful when you do that with hair falling loose down on the bed,” she played with the ends of your fine hair with another hand. You don't know why, but the way she seduces you with her dirty mouth gives you a delightful sensation. You never mind being a slut for her.

She kissed your lips and whispered, “Give me another, my princess. Let’s do scissoring!”

That night, you fucked with her for hours and this is the longest sex in a week. You try as many positions as you can until you two get dried, ‘till the clock says three in the morning.

The next day, when you go to town to buy groceries. You met Yelena there. You felt confused about why she can get in town while she’s in protective custody.

“I can’t believe we meet here,” she greeted you then she brought you to the alley nearby.

“Yelena, how can you get here?” you asked.

“There’s no time to explain, but I’m glad I met you here. Listen, the situation will not be the same. There will be an agitation around here. I need you to protect yourself if you need to, bring your parents to stay away from town. And I’ll blot out your punishment,” in the last sentence, she lowered down her voice and looked into your eyes softly. “You sure you never drink wine in the kitchen?”

“No, I don't! I told you I don't like liquors,” you answered convincingly. “Agitation? Punishment? What do you mean?”

She smiled, “I know you've been undercover to be a servant for months. You're a former Anti-Personnel Control Squad member that survived the Reiss family tragedy. And thanks to you, you revealed to Dot Pixis that I'd met with Eren before he invaded Marley. That's why I gave you a punishment to force you fucked with me.”

You dropped your groceries in shock, you never realized that she knows everything. Her smiles turned into a wider one as your reaction gave her much satisfaction.

“Floch tells me everything about you. You're no longer working with the government, but they still can find your record.” She stepped closer to you, “you're lucky I fuckin’ like you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and touched your head, “take care of yourself. Goodbye,” and she stepped out to join her confederates. Left you there, alone.

Your heart sank when she said goodbye, as you get the feeling you will never see her again.

When you came to that house, the situation was already chaotic, you found blood and dead bodies of the soldiers everywhere. So this is how she can run away from this house. You walked to her room, you still can smell her scent there, and it makes you feel in a sad set of affairs.

There’s a book on the desk, you stepped closer and opened the book. Your eyes widen as you see something inside the book. Now you know how she can keep in touch with her confederate, she used the book to take and give the information about the current situation in government. You hold the book so tight until your fingers get pale. You feel so defeated she can fool you around, and it all because of your stupid feelings.

You looked out the window with irony and said, “silly me I like you too. Please don't get yourself killed.”

Fun Facts:

She really into you, she can't think straight when you're around her.

I think she's a dominant type, and finally, you can make her half-naked and you take control of her (you can take a look at the first picture 😉).

Yes, you were the former of The Military Police Regiment who joined Anti-Personnel Control Squad leads by Kenny Ackerman.

I think Yelena was really upset about her incarceration and the other member of Anti-Marley Volunteers in various places, after what she did to Paradis. Although the government of Paradis was kind enough to put them in a decent house, she was still upset (this is my speculation for my writing purpose only).

Yelena had been watching you since the first day she stayed in that house. For her, you’re the best thing that Pixis had given to her. She could stick it out in that house because of you.

There are a lot of the Yeagerist’s sympathizers in that house, so, she still can communicate with Floch and her comrades easily. That’s why she knows about your little secret.

No, Yelena didn't kill the military soldiers in that house, but the Yeagerists did (this is only my hc). I think she respects the Eldians sm because Zeke is an Endian.

THIS IS IT! I hope you like my story ;)

Have a good day! ✨

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sebstanseabass · 3 years ago

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 16

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The sun glared through the thin sheet of the tent, making your listless self stir beneath the blankets draped over your naked body. Cautious not to wake Bucky, who had his arms wrapped around you, you carefully buried your face deeper in his neck but he wasn't that much of a deep sleeper as you thought he would be.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He said, pulling you closer.

"G'morning." You replied, smiling against his skin. "Have you been awake this whole time?"

"Yes. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping."

"Someone tired me out last night."

Bucky chuckled, sending a low vibration on top of your head. "Hmm, how was he?"

"He's pretty good in bed." You chuckled. "But pretty creepy when he refers to himself in the third person."

You stayed right there for another hour — in each other's embrace, in heat, in thin sheets, in profound silence, still taking pleasure in the afterglow of what had transpired last night: the intimacy in each other's skin, of each other's mouths, of each other's everything. A kind of intimacy you never dared share with anyone, not even with your serious ex-boyfriend.

Before the both of you got up and headed down the fire escape and then to the apartment, you had looked at him one last time and asked yourself the same question you had asked Bucky the first time you were here on the rooftop:

"Have you ever felt that kind of feeling?" You asked.

"What feeling?"

"The afterglow feeling."

Was this the kind of afterglow you sought after?

You shook your head, suddenly feeling ridiculous. Perhaps it was the sex; just that. The most amazing, mindblowing sex I ever had in my life, you thought. The more you described it that way while descending down the stairs and entering the apartment through the window (while wearing Bucky's shirt which looked huge on you, by the way), the more you believed it was just because of that. Besides, it was something that had given you sweet, sweet pleasure, something that made me feel like you were high on drugs, something that made you feel alive, something that made you feel things you didn't even know you could — the after of it all, of course, was worth so much more.

You both went straight to the bathroom to wash your faces and brush your teeth as soon as you got in. Of course, you took way more time than he did. He soon went to the kitchen to prep breakfast. You approached him afterwards, his bare back exposed to you while cracking some eggs into a bowl.

Without any hesitation at all, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. You caught a whiff of his scent, even though he reeked of sex, the vanilla-lavender hint never faded.

"Whatcha cookin', good-lookin'?" You asked, taking a peek on the table.

"I was thinking of making you Japanese omelettes today." He stopped whipping for a second to face you. He placed a finger on your chin, tilting it upwards, and proceeded to kiss me.

"Have I told you you have the softest lips?" He whispered after.

"Yes, you did." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And you kept reminding me last night."

"Good. You should be reminded of all the beautiful things you possess." He rested his hands on your hips. You wanted to shy away from the mention of the word beautiful but you didn't.

You have always received compliments, yes, but you never learned how to respond to them unless they tell you how to: "Oh for god's sake, just say thank you." Most people compliment you just because they have to, because social convention dictates them to (especially when you're at a party). Some, perhaps only five percent, genuinely compliment you.

But the spontaneity of last night — all the compliments Bucky kept giving you, all the "beautiful" being said over and over and over, were playing in your head like a broken record. Even after he saw all the folds, the rolls, stretch marks, scars, and acne marks.

It wasn't just that. He admired every single one of your photos down at the bar, photos you worked hard for, photos people kept neglecting. He talked about them like how you imagined someone actually talking about them. He talked to you about the beauty of art like how you wanted to talk to someone about it (Weirdly so, you picked friends you had nothing in common with: Nat just wanted to gossip, Steve preferred to be mysterious, Peter was all about business, Wanda was the one person you could talk to about these but you chose not to anymore, and Nick... was just Nick). It was like reading each other's minds.

You treated each as a compliment.

The five percent you were talking about? Bucky was it.

He pulled you out of your thoughts by sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing the cheeks for a bit, then placing them on the back of your thighs. You smiled then jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed you on top of the counter next to all the ingredients he had prepared.

He grabbed your face and continued to make-out, leaving the eggs on the bowl raw and unwhisked.

"You should," you said in between kisses, "go back to cooking. I'm starving."

"Y'know, you could just eat me."

"Sorry, I want cooked eggs."

He pulled away from, yet his hands stayed on your waist. With a cute pout on his face, he said: "Mean."

You broke into laughter after that and you watched him cook this Japanese omelette he kept talking about.

"I would make you the most amazing Japanese omelette — and the most complicated one, by the way. It took me months to perfect that — but I'm too lazy to prepare the rice." He chuckled, grabbing an apron. "So, I'm just going to make you the normal one. It's called Tamagoyaki."

"Hmm, interesting." You commented. "I just do mine sunny-side up. Crack an egg on a pan. That's it. It's an underrated hack, really."

He laughed. "It's a good thing I'm here then." He proceeded to heat the pan, and throw some butter on it once the heat was good enough.

"You told me you only know how to cook breakfast, right? Why is that?"

"The same reason why you cook your eggs sunny-side up."

"It's easy?"

"Not just easy." He replied. "It's the easiest of all meals! Toast, eggs, bagels, bacon — see, they're pretty easy."

You frowned, tilting your head. "You know, most times, you say the most profound things but you do say the weirdest, silliest things sometimes."

It was like two people were fighting against each other inside him: the child, and the man.

He laughed at your comment and said nothing further as he concentrated on cooking. You watched him move around the kitchen as the minutes passed by. And while you talked about the small things in life, you couldn't help but wonder how this Bucky, standing right in front of you, kissing you, holding you, was much more different — way more different than the Bucky you knew in Peter's stories.

The thing you liked about it though, was that both versions excited you. You longed for spontaneous adventures, ones that you’d keep forever, ones that would remind you of the days of your youth, ones you too stuck up to do, and you longed for conversations like this, and the ones you and Bucky have had before, conversations that made you see more of life's beauty and appreciate it.

That same afternoon, you spent it lying down on a couch in each other's arms, watching a movie he guilted you into watching: Roman Holiday. You made side commentaries while you watched, how lame the lines were, how cheesy they all sounded, but at the same time, amazed at how things have changed since then.

"Ugh, I love me a vespa." You said, watching the vespa speed away on the streets. "I would just love to ride around New York city in a vespa and just pull off some Roman Holiday in this bitch."

"I have to admit, that does look fun."

And somewhere halfway through the film, when Bucky was making small circles with his finger on your waist (igniting fire within you, and at the same time, making you weak on your knees), you ended up making out, grabbing and touching each other beneath your clothes, and taking them all off, sending them flying all over the living room floor, and repeating what you did last night — except it was in broad daylight and Bucky dominated over you, over and over and over, flesh on flesh. You kept screaming each other's names. He kept fucking you into oblivion, taming the mad woman in you.

You laid there on your back, pulling down his neck with your right hand, making your foreheads touch, locking your eyes together, telling him to go "faster, deeper", digging deep and scratching into his back with your nails, making him hiss out your name, and at the same time, crying out his name repeatedly like a chant, making you forget your own.

You felt the droplets of his sweat on your skin, mixed with your own. You watched him ravish you, watched the pleasure consume him wholly, and watched his eyes roll back as he came inside.

"I really can't get enough of you, babydoll." He growled, and kissed you one last time before you showered and headed down to work.

"You look different." Nat observed, sitting on one of the high stools across you. "Did you do something with your face?"

"No, I didn't." You grimaced, shaking your head.

"Then, why are you glowing?"

"Quit staring."

She chose not to listen to you and kept on following you with her eyes as you moved around the counter. "Oh my god, I know what it is — "

"Goddamn it, Nat — "

" — you had sex!"

She cackled, gesturing you towards the booth with a sharp tone: "Booth. Now."

You followed suit. It was crystal clear in that moment that you had no other choice, that she held the upper hand in this friendship. You were starting to think that perhaps this friendship you were pursuing with Nat was a mistake as she kept on berating you about the information she just acquired.

"There's no way in hell I'm telling you all about it." You huffed, sitting across from her.

"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said, "I'm a fucking prophet."

"Don't be such a smug bitch." You rolled your eyes. "No one likes a smug bitch."

"What did I tell you about this Bucky thing, huh?" She smirked, ignoring you. Again. "Come on, spill the beans! I wanna hear everything!"

You shook your head unamused. "Nope. No way."

She groaned. "Please? Nothing exciting is ever happening in this bar but now I have this! You!"

"How about you and Steve humping each other like bunnies?" You bit your inner cheeks to prevent your lips from smiling. "That's gotta be exciting."

"Let's not talk about me and Steve."

"So, it's okay if we talk about my sex life but not yours?"

"Exactly."

You frowned. "You're a weird friend."

"No." She leaned in. "I'm a miracle-worker that happens to be your new best friend, by the way — "

"Parker's my best friend — "

" — and you should at least thank me. I am more than welcome, by the way."

"Nat, if you don't stop I swear to God I'm gonna out you and Steve to the whole ass bar." You groaned, knocking your forehead against the table. Coincidentally, you could actually out them of the closet knowing they were actually doing it in one of the closets here in the bar (yes, you found a condom wrapper lying around one time. Knowing what had transpired in that small space, believe you me, you sprinted the fuck out of there).

"Ugh fine, fine." She said, making you stop banging your head and forcing you to look at her. "Just tell me this... Was it good?"

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, yes, it was good."

"Just good?"

You sighed in defeat, leaning back on the cushioned backrest of the booth. "It was the best I ever had." Nat bit her lip, hiding a squeal. "There. Ya happy?"

"Now, I'm curious! Please, y/n, you have to tell me. I gots to know! Okay, tell me, how big was he?"

"What?! No, I'm not gonna tell you that."

"Come on, I'll trade you Steve's."

"Ew, Nat! Gross!" You cringed. "I don't wanna know that!"

Then, she proceeded to move her hands in the opposite direction slowly, "tell me when to stop." You shook your head and just watched her in plain amusement as she continued to do it. Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god, this big? Seriously?"

"I'm not telling you anything."

"Come on, you told me about the time you kissed!"

"That's different." You scoffed. "This one's... intimate."

"Ooohhh, intimate. Well, I've never heard anyone describe sex that way."

"It was just different, okay? Good different." You replied. "And that's all I'm telling you."

She heaved a sigh, finally accepting the fact that you won't go anywhere past what you just told her. "Okay, at least you gave me something. Do you mind if I ask you something real, though? I swear this is the last time. It's not about sex, I promise."

Convinced, you nodded. "Go ahead."

"So, are you guys dating now? Or is it just, ya know, fooling around?"

You sat there, undoubtedly floored by the question. You had never even given it a thought. It never crossed your mind until Nat just made you realize the consequences of yesterday, last night and this afternoon, the inevitable. Were you dating? Will you ever talk about it? Is he even considering it? Or will you just continue to have sex without ever talking about dating?

"I, uh, I don't know. We didn't talk about it."

"Well, clearly there's gotta be something, right? That it's not just fooling around. I mean you said it was intimate, that it was good different — whatever that means." said Nat. "There's gotta be something deep?"

You looked at Natasha with astonishment, baffled by the things coming out of her mouth. Apparently,you were still on cloud nine to think about any kind of repercussion, to think about what could happen next to afterglow.

"I guess?"

"Do you like him?"

"Clearly, I do."

Unlike Nat, you were stunned by your answer. You answered that question faster than the speed of light.

She smirked at you in response. "You are so gonna fall in love."

"Shut your hole, Nat."

The door flew open suddenly, revealing Bucky and Sam, which got you up your feet. Instinctively and ignoring Nat, you approached him halfway and greeted him with a kiss which he gladly reciprocated, all the things you and Nat just talked about disappearing into this sweet, sweet kiss.

"Hey you." You breathed after pulling away from his lips.

"Hey, babydoll."

"Oh hey, Sam."

"Hey, babydoll." Sam mocked, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a cute name. What is that? French?"

Bucky smacked his friend on the stomach, making Sam groan and glare at him. "So, it's not French?"

"Sam." Bucky warned which Sam only found funny.

Bucky kept his hand on your waist as you approached the booth, with Sam behind us. Nat, who was still sitting on the booth, cocked her head on the side and eyed Bucky up and down. "Bucky, Sam... This is Nat from the night before." You introduced them to each other before you made them sit in the booth.

"Do you boys want anything to drink?" Nat asked.

"We'll have scotch." Bucky replied, giving Nat a friendly smile. "On the rocks."

"Actually, I don't know how to make drinks, I just asked to be nice."

You rolled your eyes at Nat, laughing lightly. "Don't worry, I got them." You approached the counter and prepared the drinks while Nat followed your trail.

"Babydoll?" She asked. "Steve doesn't even have a nickname for me."

"Okay, I have to ask this since you already did it to me anyway." You said, pouring scotch on the glasses. "Are you and Steve dating? Or is it just, like you said, fooling around?"

"We're friends... with benefits."

"So, just fooling around then?" You asked.

"Yeah, you can put it that way."

"Aren't you worried he might want something more than that? Like a relationship? He does seem like a man who wants to settle, y'know."

"Aren't you worried your new boy toy might want something like that too?"

You fell silent just as you were about to finish the drinks. You weren't worried about that, no. You were worried about you, wanting something more, something you haven't had in a long time, something Bucky hasn't had.

"The chances of me and Steve getting even serious are very slim." She whispered. "But you and Bucky? Now, that's a big fat chance. It doesn't even matter how long you guys have known each other. If there's chemistry, then you can't do anything about it, and the way you described your whole thing with him? Babydoll," she smirked, proud of herself, "if that's not chemistry then I don't know what is."

"As far as I can remember, you're the one who told me to just 'go where the river takes you' and now you're confusing me with these things!" You hissed, looking over at the booth and making sure Bucky won't hear your little banter.

She rolled her eyes at you. "Okay, okay, okay... Allow me to paint you a picture, y/n."

"Paint me a picture — ?"

"Do you know where the river takes you? A waterfall." Nat cut youoff. "Now, right now, you're still on a boat, just gliding through the river, going where the flow takes you. Then some time now, you're gonna hit a fast stream until boom, waterfalls, and when you reach the top of the falls, inevitably, you're gonna fall... fall in love, that is, with the hunky rich man over there. See? Painting a picture. I can be smart too."

You kept Nat's words in the back of your mind until you gave Bucky and Sam their drinks, saving them for later. Nat had to go out for a while to smoke outside, leaving you, Sam and Bucky in the booth, discussing the project you had with Sam's line, updating you with all the dates and details. Seeing as you'll soon be leaving the bar by the end of the week, you offered to start first thing next week.

"But I could actually give you a little pitch presentation just before we start shooting," you added, "idea decks we can work with, like styles, and some mood boards that fit your whole apparel aesthetic. But first, I need to know your brand bible, like your target audience, the tone of your business — stuff like that — just so I can prepare for the presentation."

"Wow, you know a lot about the business industry." Sam replied, amused.

"I used to major in business and finance." You sighed. "It does come in handy with my photography."

Under the table, Bucky reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers together and squeezing your hand three times which elicited a smile.

"Oh, I can give you a tour!" Sam enthusiastically said. "We can go to the office and to some of the stores; maybe the one in Fifth Street. We've actually received the shipment for the new designs. We could discuss everything then. How does tomorrow sound? Bucky can come with ya."

"Tomorrow works, yes! Tomorrow's perfect." You agreed.

You broke out in a smile, leaning on Bucky's side who was more than glad to see you discussing with Sam about the project, squeezing you hand once more, three times.

"Then, it's settled!" Sam boomed. "Now, where's the toilet? I think I got a little too excited."

You threw you head back, laughing. "Right down the hall over there." You pointed.

As soon as Sam was gone, Bucky turned towards you and held your face with his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "You sound so hot talking like that."

You chuckled, sliding closer towards him, your thighs brushing past each other. "You and your weird mind, Bucky I swear to God."

With his lips pressed on yours, you didn't even notice the door open, didn't even notice Steve walk in. You pulled away, hearing Steve clearing his throat. With your hands still on Bucky, you turned towards Steve, who was clearly entertained, and sent him a huge smile.

"H-hey, Rogers." You chuckled nervously. "You remember Bucky."

"Mr. Barnes." Steve nodded at Bucky.

"Mr. Rogers."

You frowned at their formal exchange. "Bucky's actually here with his friend, Sam Wilson. I'm starting a project with him for his business that'll start next week. We were just, uh, discussing the details."

"In his mouth?" Steve smirked.

"Steve." You hissed. "Not cool, man."

"So, where's this Sam Wilson?" Steve asked, looking to his right.

"On your left."

Steve turned around on his left at Sam's voice. Both men stared at each other for a while before introducing each other and shaking each other's hands. Weirded out, you turned to Bucky and asked if they knew each other, if the three of them knew each other (as you now remembered that time when Bucky and Steve met here in the bar).

Bucky shook his head no. "Maybe he's just one of those familiar faces you see on the street." He whispered, but as Steve went straight to his office, and as Sam got back in the booth, a weird tension surfaced that was cut off by Nat entering the bar, together with some customers who were more than happy to be the first ones here.

"That's my cue." You sighed, standing up and letting go of Bucky's hands before going to the counter and greeting the customers.

You felt your phone vibrate against your back pocket after a few seconds. You opened it, and on the screen was a message from Peter:

Sorry couldn't get to you sooner. Lost my charger on the way to the cabin! Schmidt didn't want me to borrow his until I did everything he told me to. Everything's great! I'll send you pictures when I can.

Hope Bucky's taking good care of you. Miss you, y/n. I'll see you in a few days!

Your fingers hovered on the screen as you glanced at Bucky who caught your eyes. He winked at you while taking a sip from his drink and licked his lip afterwards, eyeing you up and down.

Tell Schimdt I'll beat his ass when he comes back. See you in a few days, Parker!

A series of what happened between you and Bucky flashed in your mind, making you bite your lip.

And don't worry, Bucky's taking good care of me.

... such good care.

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Intro to "Woodworking"

Where do you go when you live in a tiny medieval fantasy village and need some basic sex ed? The woodshop apparently. Results may vary. Includes frank, if humorous, discussions of sexuality.

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Bren had never liked sharing personal information. He believed in the twin virtues of privacy and minding your own damn business, and he acted accordingly. Unfortunately, he'd come up against a problem that required advice. Expert advice.

And there was only one place in his backwater village he could get it.

The carpenter's workshop was a pleasantly open building with large windows that let in the light and broad double doors that could allow the passage of a finished table or bed frame. The scent of fresh-cut pine and the subtler scents of hardwoods permeated the air. In every corner there stood half-completed projects, from the disassembled pieces of little boxes to uncut slabs with measurements drawn in charcoal. Bren could even see a small spoked wheel, half-sanded—a spare for the wheeled chair Kole's father used.

Mercifully, the only people inside were the shop's two owners. The most conspicuous of the pair was Dorin, whose height and breadth led some to suspect he had a touch of giant blood somewhere in his ancestry. He sat hunched over a pair of carved wooden fawns, adding the last fine details with a small chisel.

Hale looked slight compared to his husband, but this was just an optical illusion. A point that was reinforced as the man casually lifted a slab of wood that must have weighed as much as Bren did. It was impressive, but not why Bren was here.

"Hi, Bren!" Hale greeted, looking up from examining the marks on the wood slab. "Did your mother change her mind on the dimensions for that shelf? I was just about to make the first cut."

"No, no. It's not about that. I just... I need some advice."

"Oh? Thinking of taking up woodworking?" Hale asked, half joking.

In his nervousness, Bren replied with a poor joke of his own.

"Different kind of 'wood' to be working with."

There was a pause as Hale processed. Then he grinned like someone had handed him a new chisel.

"I knew it! It's Kole, isn't it? That nice half-elf boy?"

Bren's ears burned, and his eyes glued themselves to the floor.

"It is!" Hale dropped the wood slab in his eagerness, shaking the ground on impact. He didn't seem to notice. "Tell me everything! What do you need to know?"

The excitement was not mutual. Bren had resolved to ask for help with the same enthusiasm one used to ask the blacksmith to pull a bad tooth. Mercifully, Dorin only looked mildly interested, sparing just a glance before continuing his carving.

"Look, I'm not here to share details. I just need to know how some things work, and I figure you two..." Bren glanced back and forth between the pair then cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"Right, right." Hale nodded with exaggerated understanding. "No need to overshare. ...Unless you want to, of course."

Hale wasn't the worst gossip Bren knew—that title went to Mrs. Fields who owned the mill—but Bren still thought he took a bit too much pleasure in having his nose in everyone's business.

"I just need to know how some things work."

"Like what?" Hale tapped his chin. "Don't tell me you need to know what goes where? I should have some blank paper around here if you need me to draw diagrams. I can think of a few positions that would be good for beginners."

"No! No, I already know about that stuff." Kind of. A bit. In any case, Bren didn't think his dignity could survive diagrams. "I just need to know about... logistics. Like how you figure out who, you know... tops."

It was hard to get the words out, and he regretted it as soon as he had. It felt like such a stupid question, like it was something he should already know instinctively. People certainly had their own ideas about how these things worked, but Bren and Kole were about the same age, height, and build so it was hard to say that any of the usual "guidelines" applied.

To his surprise, Dorin answered first.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that," he said without looking up. "Just see what feels right when you get to that point. You can take turns trying or, hells, even flip a coin for it. There's more to sex than putting your dick in a hole. Focus on making each other feel good, and the rest will sort itself out."

That... actually sounded sensible. Reassuring, even. Maybe Bren had been making a big deal out of nothing.

"No, no, no! Hold on a minute, babe." Hale quickly covered Dorin's ears. "Listen to me, Bren: you are at a crossroads right now. This is where you set the tone for your entire relationship. You have a unique chance to secure the best position all for yourself. You have to be the bottom!"

Dorin snorted, but made no move to remove the hands from his head. Hale ignored him and continued.

"Topping is a fool's game! If you want to feel something around your dick, you can have your own hand any time. But when you want to get fucked, what are you supposed to do? Oh, you can try certain vegetables, and I've certainly carved a few things in the right shape, but then you've still got to do all the work yourself, and-"

Dorin cleared his throat, interrupting the deluge of far-too-personal information. A mercy, given that Bren was on the verge of bursting into awkward flames and disintegrating into the floor.

"Hush!" Hale scolded his husband. "I'm passing on my wisdom. And you can't hear right now!"

He returned his earnest attention to Bren. "What I'm saying is, no matter what anyone tells you, it is surprisingly hard to 'go fuck yourself'. If you ever get the opportunity to have someone else do it, do not pass it up!"

"He's only saying that because he's lazy in bed," Dorin said, apparently giving up on withholding personal information. Hale made an offended noise.

"You! You can't hear, remember!"

Bren wished he couldn't hear anything.

"Is there anything useful you can tell me, or should I just leave?"

"Always use oil," Dorin said, finally brushing Hale's hands away from his ears. "More than you think you need. It makes everything more pleasant."

"Except for oral!" Hale added.

"Yeah. Except that."

"Okay, that's... good to know," Bren said. "So, like, the oil you use on tools, or...?"

"NO!" The objection came from both of them simultaneously.

Dorin cleared his throat.

"Ah, no. Different oil."

Hale grimaced.

"Otherwise you're in for an awkward trip to the healer."

Bren could tell there was a story there. A story he absolutely never needed to hear.

"Then... what kind are you supposed to use?" And where could he get it? Ideally without anyone guessing what he intended to use it for.

"We'll send you off with something," Dorin said. "It's better than you getting desperate and using whatever's on hand."

"Trust us on that," Hale added.

On this matter, Bren would.

In short order, the two set him up with a small jar of oil and instructions on where to discretely buy more. He also found himself holding the two fawns.

"You can pay us back by delivering them," Dorin explained. "They're for Leda on the other side of town."

"They're actually for her daughter," Hale added. "Leda hopes that if the kid has some nice toy fawns, she'll stop trying to bring home the real ones she finds out in the fields."

The palm-sized fawns were impressively lifelike: one curled flat and low like it was hiding in the grass, the other half-sprawled, pushing itself up on delicate forelimbs with its ears pricked alertly. Bren wasn't sure they'd be enough to persuade a determined child to give up the real thing, but they might come close.

Dorin offered some parting words.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just take it slow, listen to each other, and have fun."

"And for fuck's sake, let him top!" Hale added, unable to help himself.

Bren mumbled something approaching a polite goodbye and hurriedly retreated with the fawns, the oil, the advice, and what remained of his dignity.

His initial plan had been to make the delivery and retreat home to bury his face in his pillow until the embarrassment receded, but fate was not so accommodating. Less than halfway across town, he spotted Kole at the blacksmith's shop, saying his goodbyes. Bren paused on reflex, and when Kole turned away from the workshop, he spotted him.

Kole smiled—partly bashful, entirely charming—and Bren's stomach flipped.

Kole had moved into town a few months back with his parents: an elven mother and a human father who had recently survived an unpleasant encounter with a wyvern. Years ago, Hale had made a wheeled chair for his elderly aunt, and since then, anyone within a week's travel who needed one would order from him.

The family had made the journey to have the chair properly fitted and had ended up staying. Something about wanting to live "somewhere quiet" and enjoying the "lovely pastoral scenery". Which all sounded like nice euphemisms for "boring", but Bren supposed boring might be what you wanted after getting mauled by a wyvern.

"They're cute," Kole said, nodding at the carved fawns in Bren's hands.

"They're not mine!" Bren said hastily. "I'm just delivering them."

"Right." Kole's gaze lowered. "What's that?"

Bren realized, with some alarm, that he was looking at the bottle of oil sticking out of his trouser pocket. He hadn't thought it would be a problem since there was nothing suggestive about it's appearance, but he hadn't prepared for anyone to ask about it!

"Nothing!" His voice came out slightly more panicked than intended.

Amusement flickered on Kole's face, as if he could tell Bren was hiding something but was nice enough not to call him out on it.

"Who are you delivering them to?" Kole asked, mercifully turning the conversation back to the wooden fawns.

This was why Kole was the actual best. He had the decency to let things lie. (Or, at least, to let Bren lie to save some face.)

"Leda. They're for her daughter."

"Oh yeah. The little 'fawn-napper'." Kole chuckled. "Do you need help delivering those?"

"No, they're not heavy or anything." It was only after he'd said this that he realized Kole was making an excuse to join him. "Uh... I mean, you could..."

"I could carry one? In case you need a free hand."

"Yeah. That'd be good."

Kole accepted one of the fawns and fell in step next to Bren.

The two of them had been intimate before, but always alone. Bren was too much a private person to allow anything else. But when Kole casually laid a hand on Bren's lower back, Bren really couldn't bring himself to object. It felt... nice. And it's not like anyone was paying special attention to them.

Did he mention it felt nice?

Given where Bren had just come from, it was impossible not to reflect on the recent conversation. He tried to keep his thoughts decent, out of respect for the carved fawn in his hands. It was far too innocent for anyone to be having those kinds of thoughts around it.

Still, though...

Maybe Hale had a point.

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