#that gross couple that won't stop making out in public

[experimentalmadness]

Break the Cage

Synopsis: Tav is confronted after letting Astarion ascend and letting herself be turned into a spawn. Astarion is, of course, there to intervene. But there is far more to her choices than meets the eye.

Hurt/Comfort, mentions of serious past abuse, angst with a fluffy ending. Soft(er) Ascended Astarion,

A/N: I swear I'll post these all in a multi-chapter collection on AO3 soon, but in the meantime you can find more of my Astarion/Eidel fic here

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“You’ve let this go too far, Eidel!” Jaheira’s voice was full of that insufferable righteous anger Astarion had had quite enough of. 

He lingered behind the door to their chambers in the Elfsong, peering through the slight crack as he watched the older druid pacing like a panther. Meanwhile his newly made consort held up her hands placatingly. “Please stop shouting.”

“It was bad enough you let him execute seven thousand souls, but you let him make you his spawn?” Jaheira continued, “What were you thinking?”

“It was my choice,” Eidel’s soft voice carried no hint of doubt. 

“Choice is something you will never have the luxury of again.”

“Jaheira, please, I’m still me. Nothing’s changed.”

Astarion watched as his consort tried to reach out to the elf only for Jaheira to take a disgusted step back. “The druid I had come to know would never have allowed so many to die for such a selfish decision.”

“I never said it was easy.” A mournful tone crept into Eidel’s voice. “I will spend my eternity balancing those scales…how can I make you understand?”

“You cannot.”

Eidel sighed. “Very well, but…you will stay, won’t you? Our goals are still the same. We need all the help we can get to stop the Absolute.”

“I stay for the sake of this city and its people, of course,” Jaheria said. “But you have let yourself become an abomination.”

Astarion saw Eidel stiffen, her eyes going wide. “Don’t call me that. Please.”

“Why? Do you suddenly dislike the truth? You are a druid, Eidel, a creature of life and nature and you allowed yourself to be severed from the natural cycle of life and death. I never took you for a fool until today.”

“Is it foolish to want safety?” Eidel asked, her voice whisper-quiet. “For him? For me?”

“Enjoy your safety in the little cage he will put you in.”

“I’ve spent my whole life in a cage!” A screaming rage the likes of which Astarion had never heard from Eidel before burst out of her. Even Jaheira seemed taken aback by the sudden onslaught. “All my life, Jaheira! I know what captivity is. I’m free. And no one can take it from me. Ever. How dare you! How dare you!” 

Her body was not built for anger. She shook and dissolved into tears. Astarion decided his curiosity was fully sated and he walked into the room. “I’ll thank you not to distress my consort further,” he said, coming to stand next to Eidel. 

Jaheira seemed torn between guilt and anger. She looked as if she wanted to reach for his sobbing Eidel out of an abundance of remorse, but he slung an arm over Eidel’s shoulders, drawing her into a comforting embrace. He spared the older elf a small smile of satisfaction. Jaheria’s impotent glare was oh so rewarding. 

“Eidel,” Jaheria sighed. “I did not mean to…there are other paths to take, child.”

“I think you’ve done quite enough,” Astarion gestured towards the door. “Off you go.”

Jaheira laughed without humor. “You cannot order me about, my lord.” Her voice dripped with disdain. 

“Whoever said anything about ordering? You’re going to leave of your own volition because I need a moment alone with my consort. And you are upsetting her.”

“I…would like you to leave now, Jaheira,” Eidel drew herself away from Astarion, eyes shining and wet. “Please.”

“I see you for what you are, Astarion,” Jaheria said as she turned on her heel to leave. “Even if she does not.” 

The door slammed shut behind her. “Well. What a thoroughly unpleasant woman,” Astarion rolled his eyes. “Don’t you worry, sweet thing, I’ll keep a watchful eye on her where you are concerned.”

Eidel had stopped crying, but her hands were still balled into trembling fists and he could feel her sorrow and rage pouring off of her. The tadpole allowed for him to sense her emotions, but now he could feel them as if they were his own. The bond he’d forged with her was new, and unknown. Maybe it held some magic he had not yet accounted for. Astarion frowned, not particularly enjoying tasting Eidel’s emotions at present. 

“I am not an abomination,” she said, more to herself than to him.

“Of course not,” Astarion assured. “You are perfect.”

“You won’t put me in a cage.”

He smiled. It wasn’t a question. She didn’t need reassurance to believe what she felt in her bones. But he gave her one anyway. “Unless you consider the Gate and all of Faerun to be one?” He hardly had to worry about her leaving his side. He could feel how terribly badly she wanted to always be with him. Her freedom, and his, aligned perfectly. And for such natural, darling, obedience he’d give her everything. 

She inhaled deeply, and her trembling ceased. “I wish I could make her understand. I wish I could make them all understand,” she lamented. 

“We don’t need their understanding,” he soothed, placing his hands on her shoulders. “We are far above needing their approval. We have each other.”

A smile flickered at his words, but did not stay. Eidel’s eyes were still downcast. “I shouldn’t have shouted.”

“Darling,” Astarion laughed, “you should have done a lot more than that.”

“I just wanted to keep you safe. To keep us safe.”

He was losing her to something dark he couldn’t identify. “Eidel. Whatever did you mean when you told Jaheira you were kept in a cage?” He’d heard her mention her life before this little adventure only on the rarest of occasions. He knew about the cage, about the fact that she had fled from somewhere before the nautiloid had found her. But the rest was an utter mystery. 

“I…I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Ah, that old song. How many times had he heard it? How many times had he let it simply slide away. “I find that puts us on rather uneven footing, wouldn’t you agree? You know all there is to know about me. All my dirty little secrets. I’ve shared everything with you. And yet you hide your past from me?”

“Astarion it’s…it’s not a nice story.”

“Oh and mine was such a fairy tale?”

Eidel had that look she often had when they touched upon her life. Prey hiding from the predator. He could smell her fear, a sickly curdled scent that wrinkled his nose. Eidel paced, walking a small five step by five step square from the hearth to the group’s chest and back again. “That’s about it,” she said, standing in the middle of the invisible square. “The size of my world for as long as I can remember.”

It was barely enough room to lay down in comfortably, even for one as slight as she. “It was always dark. I was always cold, hungry. I was a child and then not. There were figures always passing me in the dark but they never spoke to me. I would reach for them. I would scream at them. I learned to talk from the rats and spiders that would creep into my cage. When they would touch me they cut at me with sharp knives. Spoke in incantations. Shouted at me in frustration. They took parts of me with them every time. My horns first,” she reached up under her bushy ashen black hair to the flattened stumps that hid under. “Then my wings,” her hand went next to over her shoulders, reaching for the empty limbs that no longer existed. “Then my tail.” She touched her lower back, swishing her hips as if she still expected a muscle that no longer existed to move in response. 

“I had no thoughts for a long time. Not until the animals taught me my first words. Then I thought. This was the whole of the world. But the rats would tell me of the sun. Of the trees. The spiders told me of the soft places in forests. And I learned a new word: freedom. And I learned to want things. They taught me how to change my form and then I escaped. A spider crawling through the dark cracks of the earth until I found what lay outside my underground world. And there I was. And it was bright and beautiful and…lonely. I don’t know why I was kept in that cage, in the dark. I don’t know why they hurt me. And the more I think about that time the more I feel as if I’m back there. I will never go back. So that’s it. You know as much as I do now. Please never ask me again.”

Astarion didn’t know what to say. There was anger simmering beneath the surface, but there was more. Understanding. Empathy. Emotions that twisted inside of him, vile and pathetic. She reminded him of his own degrading past, standing in her invisible cage like that. He wanted to look away. “You have a deal,” he said, “I never want to hear anything so unpleasant from your lips ever again. Now, come with me.” 

He held out his hand and she was all too eager to take it. She was cold to the touch, a fact Astarion was still getting used to. He missed the gentle warmth she often radiated, but it was more than the chill of death on her skin. She looked dead. Her eyes were a blank, and her awkward bird-like legs shuffled alongside him like a thrall. An intolerable sight. He led her out of the rooms and up to the Elfsong’s roof where the afternoon sun was blazing bright. 

“Here we are,” he announced with a small flourish of his hand. “A far more fitting setting than those dreary rooms below.”

But Eidel only blinked. He felt her mental exhaustion, felt the weariness in his own bones. “Eidel,” he touched her cheek. “Enough of this. You were not made to be kept in the dark.”

“Why was I made?” she asked softly, haunted by specters of her past. 

“Oh, I don’t know, darling, hardly anyone knows those things,” he scoffed. “But I know that I made you for the sun. For the world to lay itself at your feet.” He turned her wrist over to kiss the twin bite scars he had placed there less than two nights ago. “I made you to be adored.”

He grinned as the light slowly returned to her eyes at his words. “You belong here,” he gestured around the open air. “So let’s have no more talk of such dreadful things.”

“No,” Eidel said before she brought herself against him. Astarion wrapped his arms about her out of reflex. “I belong here.”

He chuckled, “You sweet sweet thing.”

“This life? Freedom? It means nothing without you,” her words were deathly serious. None of her usual joyful, naive charm. “That was what I was trying to make Jaheira understand. Maybe she is right, in a way, maybe I am an abomination… I don’t know.”

“I can tell you definitively you are not, darling.”

“But, Astarion, I’d have sacrificed more than seven thousand souls for you. To protect you. To give you the world. I love you and it scares me. I cannot lose you.”

“And you never will,” he said, full of false gaiety. He tried on a laugh, but pulled her tighter still. Her words reached down into him, tearing something loose. He was the Vampire Ascendant, untouchable, invulnerable, but not against her. It was horrible to feel so keenly, disgusting to hold this fluttering bird and find her heart as valuable as his own. “We are bonded, you and I, for eternity.”

She still tasted of sorrow when he kissed her. “Eidel,” a gentle, teasing chastisement was on his tongue, but that wriggling, ugly vulnerability crept in when his guard was down. “I love you,” he said instead, surprising himself. It was not followed by a desire, a question, nor a command. He only wanted her to hear him say it. 

Her smile was as warm as the sun, a shining gem he had all to himself. She let out a small, joyful laugh that sounded like her truest self again. “Perhaps that is what we were made for, after all.” 

[chrrychills]

Hi!!!! Do you think you could do SBG main six with a really affectionate S/O? Like there S/O is always around them and most of the time is clinging onto them in one way or another. Examples: hand holding, pinky holding, hugging there arm, hugging them, leaning on them, random kisses.

baby, tell me what you need .

main six « affectionate s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•she's not into affection at all. ashlyn gets uncomfortable when people are in her personal space, especially in public. she'll hold your hand/ pinkie while around others, but that's pretty much it. maybe she'll let you lean on her shoulder if you're tired, and that's a big maybe.

•in private, though, she's a little more affectionate but it isn't by much. when you two are alone, she doesn't mind cuddling and kisses much. if it's excessive, she'll find a way to nicely tell you to tone it down.

•the longer you two are dating, the more you end up adjusting to each other. she gets more comfortable with physical affection, and you get better at understanding her boundaries and when she doesn't want to be touched. you two end up being really in sync with the other's emotions.

•the only time she shows affection beyond hand holding is when you're hurt/in danger. if there was a close call or you got injured, she'll definitely wrap you in a pretty tight hug while scolding you/ apologizing, depending on what happened.

•overall, she gets used to your affectionate tendencies and eventually grows fond of them.

aiden clark:

•aiden's big on physical touch, so your affection is definitely welcome. be prepared to always be touching in some way– wether that's cuddling or just holding hands.

•in all honesty, he's probably the one to initiate affection most of the time. he'll stop if you tell him to, but if you don't he's practically attached to your side the entire time you two are together.

•a huge cuddler. although he's hyper, he can knock out in seconds if you're cuddling and playing with his hair.

•he literally never gets embarrassed, so he doesn't care if people think the affection is weird or gross. he's also lowkey whipped so it just might not occur to him.

•the longer you two are dating, the more normal he gets about affection. it's a lot more casual and subtle then it was at the beginning of the relationship, but it's aiden so he's obviously still touching you in some way.

•he's annoying and likes to stick his foot in your face, especially when you're concentrating on something and he wants your attention. it usually works, too.

ben clark:

•he's internally freaking out every. single. time. it doesn't matter what you're doing– holding hands, holding his arm, kissing his cheek, anything. he's a mess.

•he gets better at handling the affection a couple months into the relationship, but he's still lowkey giddy and it's hilarious. aiden's on his case about it constantly, which doesn't really help.

•ben isn't one to initiate affection, just because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. it doesn't bother him when you do it, but he'd be beating himself up for weeks if he accidentally did something you were comfortable with.

•he doesn't initiate a lot of affection, but what he will initiate is hugs. expect a lot of them– not that you can complain. ben gives the warmest, softest, most comforting hugs known to man. you could literally fall asleep standing while hugging him.

•100% a pinkie holder. he won't give a reason as to why he prefers it over holding hands, but you do it anyway because he always smiles a little when you wrap your pinkie around his, and it's worth the sight.

tyler hernandez:

•at the beginning of the relationship, he has a hard time accepting, much less reciprocating any type of affection in public. he isn't embarrassed, he's just nervous of making a fool of himself.

•he does a complete 180 when you two are alone, though. wether your studying, making food, sleeping, etc etc etc. if he isn't touching you somehow, he'll pout until you hug him.

•he gets better with PDA the longer you date, but it's still subtle. he'd rather perish than be the overly-touchy couple that people hate. the most affection in public is hand holding and cheek kisses when picking you up/dropping you off. maybe a quick peck on the lips if you haven't seen each other in a while.

•the cuddle bug. he loves cuddling, especially if he's in a bad mood. there's been multiple times where he's dragged you into bed and didn't let you leave until he felt better. also lowkey forced you to play with his hair, but you don't mind because he might as well start purring with how content he is.

•cheek kisses! he thinks they're cute, and he thinks you're cute. so in his mind, you = cheek kisses.

taylor hernandez:

•she loves your affection. she lives for it, and will reciprocate every time without fail.

•chronic hand squeezer. it helps her stay grounded when she's stressed, upset, or scared. you two 100% squeeze each other's hand three times to say 'i love you' without actually saying it.

•forehead kisser. she thinks it's sweeter and more intimate than anything else. her dad used to kiss her forehead to comfort her when she was a kid, so she doesn't it to you in hopes of providing you with that same comfort.

•she loves when you kiss her hands. knuckles, palms, wrists, it doesn't matter. since she does mechanics, her hands get kind of roughed up. she'll melt when you kiss any cuts, bruises, or callouses she may have.

•also a big cuddler, but not as much as her brother. she likes to take an hour or two when you can to just lay in bed, holding each other and whispering stories and quiet i love you's.

lacey's notes:

i officially don't write logan anymore. sorry to those who love him, i just feel like my writing doesn't do him justice.

tumblr has deleted this draft four fucking times the stupid cunts.

not edited because if i have to spend another minute on this i'm deleting my entire blog.

title inspo:

[talkbycolor]

jester-shaped fucktoy

A/N; have you ever had sex with a clown? It sounds like honk honk with every thrust

Pairing; "Damon" x AFAB!Reader (im starting to consider to make the reader no tits, no pussy, no dick, just a barbie doll with a hole man)

CW; this is a little gross ngl, just sweaty sex / unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, just like the hentais teached me / rough sex, heavy overstim, fucking like animals just like the song / circus scenario, porn without plot / this is just smut but hey, dont be shy and request something / this counts as an AU?

You were never the main attraction of the show, a jester whose only function was to demonstrate clumsiness in presentations, a cute clown.

So how did you end up spread-eagled in your dressing room?

There was a man in reddish clothes thrusting into your fat pussy, you didn't even know his name, you had barely finished the show that night when he showed up at the door of your trailer proclaiming to be a big fan.

"AH SHIT! FUCK! RIGHT THERE!" You moaned as your trembling hands tried to hold onto his shoulders, you screamed so loudly that your circus buddies could probably hear you from their trailers, the guy was huge compared to you, he grunted and howled every time his thick penis wedged itself between the folds of your abused Damn, it was like having sex with a wolf instead of the adorable fan who had sheepishly introduced himself a couple of minutes ago.

Because you had just had a performance, you were so sweaty and having sex right now only made it worse, you were melting in his arms as he fucked you against the dresser in your dressing room, practically dripping as your clown makeup ran down your cheeks, combined with sweat and pleasurable tears from being fucked so well.

"P-Please, PLEASE! I'M GOING TO PISS!" You whimpered, your body reacting on its own, saliva dripping down your chin as you begged him to slow down, your ass ached from the clash of skin and your peach was as red as your lipstick.

"Hey, is everything okay in there?" Someone knocked on the door of the trailer, which shook a little from the intense movement of the event that was happening inside. The stranger with fangs only growled when he heard a new voice wanting to interrupt the fun.

"Everything's fine! t-everything is perfect, give me a second!" You warned, putting all your effort and self-control into ensuring that your words didn't come out like the desperate screams of a whore who was being fucked at that moment.

The person outside the dressing room had probably understood the situation long before hearing you so no one else asked again.

Making out wildly with a fan inside your trailer while he put his penis in your hole was not something you had in mind due to the hectic life you had.

But hell, it wasn't something you turned down either.

Not long after, you choked a scream in his throat as you reached your orgasm, feeling like you were choking on the stranger's tongue, your breathing was erratic and your body was shaking violently, you had already come but he didn't stop, moving his hips like a dog. wanting to knot and fill you completely.

"You'd look so adorable swollen with my seed, you wouldn't mind me inseminating you, right?" He spoke between grunts, they weren't even coordinated thrusts anymore, his voice sounded so agitated as he panted like a dog in search of his orgasm.

"This fucking pussy is all mine, I'm going to fill you so many times that you won't be able to appear in any performance for a whole week, you'll spend those days getting out all the semen that I'm going to put in you" He said as he gently chewed your ear, his tongue going shamelessly on your sweaty skin, biting your neck until leaving several marks in shades of carmine and violet.

At that point he was just desperately licking every drop of sweat from your body, he was also dripping and not just semen, the splash between skin was a combination of precum and sweat, and the entire trailer smelled of sex.

"But how easy, you offer your ass to every fan who talks to you?" That sounded a little more threatening, like he was genuinely angry and the thought of you being with others was enough to make him furious.

So furious that he grabbed your hips until he left violent marks.

"F-FUCK! P-PLEASE! I HAVE NOT BEEN WITH ANYONE, ONLY WITH YOU!" You moaned between whimpers at the delicious pain, now he moved with more force, you could almost swear that you felt the head of his penis making an effort to enter your cervix.

Overexertion made you a stupid whore, you had urinated yourself even when he was pounding into you, isn't that pathetic? You were drooling shamelessly and your head was ringing as you didn't even recognize what was happening, you just knew that he felt too good despite having your cunt numb from the amount of stimulation he was receiving.

Grinding his hips against your entrance finally brought about his orgasm, cumming in large quantities until your belly looked a little more swollen, proud of that work he spread your legs in a perfect split, you were quite flexible after all.

As for you? A trembling doll that only let out pathetic gasps and his head was too screwed to be able to say coherent words, you even laughed softly.

The guy brought his forehead together with yours and kissed your lips, your lipstick was already a disaster so you returned the kiss more than gladly.

"I'm Damon, and I was serious about being a big fan…can we go on a date?"

He introduced himself even though you probably couldn't even figure out what was going on, you could only whimper with a satisfied smile.

"I… sure" You smiled exhausted.

♡

[lanadelnegan]

Ooh girl! Loving your work! I had an idea of a smutty fic with JDM himself. Maybe something with him being scared of showing his jealous side because the reader is his younger girlfriend but can’t help it when a man flirts with her

THANK U THANK U. A jealous JDM? I can do that hehe.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, semi-public sex, car sex (riding), a jealous, possessive jdm, age-gap relationship

A/n: I didn’t even mean for this to turn into such daddy-kink, but it did towards the end. So I hope you’re into that. 🥵

"Can I buy you a drink?" A younger, blonde man smirks next to me.

"Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks though."

"Come on. I insist." Before I can reject him, he plants himself in the stool next to me before motioning to the bartender.

"Um, I -"

"Excuse me, you mind grabbing this pretty lady here another.. On me." He asks the bartender before smiling at me again.

"Names Drew." He tilts his head back swallowing his drink.

"Drew, I'm.. here with someone."

"Nice to meet you, here with someone." He says jokingly as if that's my name but I ignore his lame attempt.

"Look baby, if you are here with someone, where is he?" His head tilts to the side at me and I raise my eyebrows, clearing my throat as I look past him at the much taller man standing behind him.

The bartender places the drink in front of me as soon as Drew turns and notices Jeffrey standing behind him.

"Wow, thanks for the drink man." Jeffrey's large hand grabs Drew's shoulder roughly and I watch his fingers squeeze until the veins on his hands become even more visible.

Drew visibly cringes in pain at the touch and watches Jeffrey finish the drink he ordered me in two gulps.

"I'm more of a whiskey guy, though." Jeffrey smiles at him arrogantly, wiping the corner of his mouth before slamming the glass down on the bar. Drew tries his best to put on the tough guy act but I can see the fear behind his eyes.

"Sorry man, she didn't say she was here with her dad." He glares at Jeffrey.

I make a "yikes" face, showing my teeth and shaking my head. Poor Drew, this isn't gonna end well for him.

Jeffrey chuckles in his face, keeping eye contact with him, and my legs clench a little watching his "Negan" side come out.

We've only been dating for a couple months now, and while I'm sure our age-gap is strange to other people, Jeffrey and I couldn't be happier. I've always dated men my age, but men in their young 20's don't know how to treat a woman. Jeffrey is so good to me.. in every way imaginable.

I've never seen this protective, jealous side of him.. but I think I like it.

"Daddy.." I interrupt. "why won't this weirdo leave us alone?" I talk in a baby voice to Jeffrey, mocking Drew for calling him my dad.

"Wait.. I.. I know you. You play that asshole in the walking dead... Can't fucking stand him." Drew huffs at him.

"Y/n, baby, go wait for me in the car." Jeffrey demands.

Before I go to leave, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Jeffrey's cheek slowly, glancing at Drew who looks like smoke could come out of his ears any second. Freak.

"That's fucking gross, you know that right?" Drew calls after me as I walk away. "He could be your grandpa! Bet he can't even get it up."

Before I can open the door to leave, I hear a loud bang from behind me. I turn to see Jeffrey's hand bring Drew's blonde head up from the bar top he just slammed it against. "Dude you just broke my fucking nose! Drew wipes the blood from his face.

"Babe, stop!" I call out.

Jeffrey glances at me, still firmly gripping the back of Drew's hair.

"You're lucky my girls watching, or I'd break more than that." He grits out next to his ear.

I've never seen him make that face.. and it does something to me. He looks so hot and.. unhinged.

"Car. NOW." Jeffrey says in my direction as he tosses the blonde man on the ground. He grabs his leather jacket and follows me to the car. We both get in, staying silent for a moment as I try to register what happened.

He sighs, dropping his head and gripping his knuckles around the steering wheel. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have act-"

Before he can finish, I'm climbing on top of him like a dog in heat, slamming my lips against his while lifting my black dress until it's bunched around my waist., revealing my red thong. The seat is pushed far enough back to allow me room to comfortably sit in his lip. His mouth parts open and my tongue swipes across his. Fuck, his mouth tastes so good.

I bite his bottom lip when I pull away, letting my fingers tangle through his salt and pepper hair. His hands firmly grab my ass as I grind myself desperately against him. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure he'll have a spot on his jeans. I take his semi-hard cock out of his black jeans and stroke it twice before he's solid in my hand.

The best thing about being with an older man? The size of his cock and the way he knows how to use it. It's big enough to where the tip reaches just above his belly button as it stands against him and my mouth waters at the sight. I lift myself up, wasting no time due to my throbbing pussy needing him so badly, and gently slide down his length. His head drops back slightly as he watches me through lust-filled eyes.

"Fuck, baby. That's it." He talks me through it as I struggle to sit completely with him in me.

I bounce on him while he guides me up and down, squeezing my ass. He looks up at me as I start to slow down, grinding against his cock repeatedly as it hits the right spot.

“You look so fucking good riding me, baby.”

His window is cracked open a few inches and we’re parked right outside the front of the bar. The thought of getting caught makes me hotter as I moan and bite at his ear.

Just as I’m about to come, I hear the bells of the bar doors ring and look to the side, seeing Drew walk out. His nose is bandaged, so someone must have helped him out.

“We’ve got company, doll. You wanna tell him who you belong to?” Jeffrey slams me down onto his cock so hard that my vision clouds and I feel my orgasm rush through me. My mouth falls open just as I look to the side and see Drew walking past the car.

“Daddyyy!” I moan loudly, getting Drew’s attention. He looks at me disgustedly and shakes his head. I watch him angrily get in his car and drive away and smile to myself.

“Fuck. Daddy.. I’m gonna cum.” I cry out.

“Soak my fucking cock baby. Give it to me.”

I cry out louder as my walls contract around him. He kisses me hard and looks into my eyes.

“Fuck, doll. I love you.”

I stare at him wide eyed and can’t believe he just said it. I’ve known I love him since the first week we met, but I wanted him to say it first.

“I love you too, Jeffrey... I.. I want you to cum in me.” I kiss him lips softly this time and I slowly slide myself up and down on him.

He smiles up at me. “Yea? You want daddy’s cum in you, baby?”

I nod and bounce on him faster.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Baby, fuck. Fuck. Ahhh.” He moans and his dick pulses, shooting strings of hot cum deep inside me.

I stay on top of him, kissing him as he comes down from his high. His seed leaks out while his cock is still in me and I feel it run down my legs.

“I need strange men to hit on me more often.” I breathe heavily, teasing him.

“Funny, doll.” A loud smack lands on my ass. “I promise they won’t fuck like you like daddy does.”

[joohanisms]

xdh + soft intimacy 💭💫

i'm not god's strongest soldier. i need fluff too.

cw: disgustingly sweet fluff, suggestive for jungsu, junhan and jooyeon, biting in jooyeon's, 1 little gross comment in ode's.

gunil

soft slaps on the ass.

drying your hair for you <3333333

getting ready for bed together. just being side by side with him in parallel play fashion while you put on your skincare, brush your teeth, etc.

if he's done sooner than you are, his arms are around your waist and his chin is on your shoulder, just holding onto you while you finish getting ready to finally join him under the covers and cuddle until you fall asleep

wearing soft, comfy pyjamas to bed every night. he might have even got you a matching set :-( or maybe he bought a single set and gave you the shirt so you're literally wearing the same pyjamas :-(

likes to wear said shirt to bed when you're away </3

jungsu

taking showers together !!

it doesn't even have to go the sexual route (although sometimes it does), only washing up and helping each other with gentle touches is more than enough.

would know your favorite shower temperature by heart :-) my loveliest.

would take your shampoo and wash your hair soooo gently, massaging your scalp .. if you have any tangles, he'll take the conditioner and slowly go through them.

but as much as he loves taking care of you, he loves being taken care of.

wash his hair with the fancy hair treatment shampoo, massage his scalp, make sure none of the suds fall too close to his eyes. he melts every time.

when it comes to washing your bodies, this is where the danger is at. sometimes you'll get too touchy for it to be .. sfw .. but! most of the time it's just soooooo tender.

body wash suds everywhere, hands everywhere, the occasional tickle and/or pinch..

also, if he was alone and he missed you for whatever reason, he'd steal your body wash so he can try and curb the longing :-( it never worked.

jiseok

looklooklook. sciency booky boy. if you're in uni he's coming with you to wherever you go to study.

he knows practicing guitar might make you lose your focus, so he likes to read or look into science thingies!!

baby likes being close to you and no matter how different your lifestyles might be, he likes to be included :-)

won't let you overwork yourself though.

if you're in public, he'll gently pull you out of your bubble and suggest you go eat something, take a walk, whatever.

though if you're home, he can be more affectionate. he'll come behind you and massage your scalp, run his hands along your body and go baby, let's rest a little, yeah? i have snacks ready for you!!!

if you end up dozing off beside him on the couch he'll nearly pull a muscle trying to get a blanket without waking you up. you wake up because of the jostling and he's actually a little relieved tbh.

will go c'mon, let's nap in a bed. we don't want your neck to be stiff in class tomorrow :-(

seungmin

i'm so sorry to say this. if you have acne he Will go can i pop it pwease... idk if this is a common couple practice throughout the world but it is where i live . peak levels of intimacy = popping your partner's pimples for the oddly satisfying vibe

loves online shopping with you!!!

you would sit together with a laptop on your laps and go babeee you'd look so good in this !!!!

cocky little bastard he is, he might go you should see me/yourself without it ;-) the only way to make him stop talking or smiling like a fool is to kiss him.

then you often end up saving money because you simply forgot about shopping lmaooo

on a softer note, you'd would window shop through the internet, falling into rabbit holes. when you realise, you're looking into real state in minnesota or baby shoes.

even though those seem funny and really far away, your hearts grow a little warmer <3

hyeongjun

idk personally i love i adore boys that are not afraid to be vulnerable.

okay, when the pair of you were still too fresh, too shaky, jun would be more reserved and think he'd be bothering you.

when the relationship gets established/stable though, he would get clingier, softer, coming to you with his worries, leaving you to pet his hair and reassure him :-(

when taking a nap he'll cuddle up to you, head under your chin and making himself as small as possible, and it's so endearing to see your lanky boyfie trying to be tiny so he can be babied and cooed at .. little does he know you'd do that to him even if he was 3m tall.

now, sex wise: when he feels vulnerable and in need of affection, he might go 🥺 could you. uh. lead tonight 🥺 and he'd be theeeee softest warmest loveliest little sub

jooyeon

holding your titties non sexually when you are alone.

cuddling? boob in hand. napping? head on boob. stressed? free stressball.

they're just really warm and soft :-(

omnomnomnom his love language is biting.

will lovingly bite any body part in reach of his mouth. nips at your neck just to watch goosebumps rise in your arms.

might've bitten you too hard once .. was So apologetic, he never wanted to hurt you :-(

but when the bite would bruise eventually, he would like it a little too much. he won't open this can of worms right now though

[future-dregs]

Spnkinktober Day 21 - Knives

Written for @spnkinkevents

I'm very late to it, but I wanted to finish out my chosen prompts.

Wincest ♡ Blood ♡ Role-play ♡ Sam's serial killer kink ♡ Bottom Sam ♡ Word Count: 3,683

Good Golly, Miss Molly!

The sign reads Jolly Molly's B & B.

Very cute.

Saccharin, even, were it not for the knife gouging it's way through the ampersand, painted blood flecking the lace trimmed blue letters.

Dean can feel Sam's eyes on him before they've even passed it.

"No."

"Dean-"

"No, Sam. I do not want spend my night in some nutjob's idea of a theme joint, drowning in quilts, and having to listen to some sadsack creep around at "the witching hour" to try and convince me, that the place is haunted. No thanks!"

"But it won't be like that!"

"Oh yeah? And how do you know, huh? Cause every time we stop at one a these, that's what happens."

Sam hand inches over and tugs on the steering wheel. "Its this next exit."

Dean smacks him. "Don't touch my Baby's wheel while I'm driving. That's gross."

Sam shrugs and pulls out his phone, nonplussed. "It's coming up, don't miss it."

"I know how to drive, Sam!"

"Just saying."

"Well. It's insulting."

Sam doesn't respond, and Dean glances over. He's got his wallet open and is flicking through I.Ds, thumb hovering over his screen.

" Now what are you doing?"

"Booking us a room."

He looks up. "They only go up to one king per room, no double queens. Do you want your own, or are you going to be my boyfriend this time?"

Sam likes doing that, now that they were getting older. Going someplace where nobody knew them and loving up on Dean in public. Calling him pet names and kissing him whenever he felt like doing it. Walking around with his chin on his shoulder and his hand in his pocket.

There was always a rush to sneaking around, flirting with the taboo nature of it all, trying to keep their voices down and their hands to themselves just enough that they didn't get run off, and they were so used to that, having to be that way , but being a visible couple was nice, too.

Plus you usually can get some complimentary booze or dessert if you play it up enough.

"Do they have any anniversary specials?"

---

Dusk is settling heavy when they pull in. The Impala grumbling pleasantly to herself as they crunch to a stop in the gravel parking lot.

The place isn't anything like Dean had been expecting. It's not like the usual true crime tourist trap at all.

Instead of a grandmother's two story with lace curtains and flower boxes, it's a long, low, log building with small windows and heavy doors.

It doesn't look suspicious, unless you know the history.

Or if you have experience with these types of things.

"Huh." Dean says. "I thought it'd be more-" he waves his hand around. "-kitsch."

"Right?! They did a great job preserving it. This is the actual place where Moll Johnston 'Jolly Molly'" and here Sam actually huffs a little laugh, mouth quirking up. "This is where she found and kept her victims. The whole place is her kill room!"

"Well when you put it like that, who wouldn't want to sleep here?"

Sam is either ignoring him or just not listening.

"I wonder if they let you go down to the cellar? It didn't say on the website."

"You gonna ask?"

"Damn right I'm gonna ask. That's where all the good stuff happened."

"Good stuff? Sam. She murdered people."

Sam just shrugs Dean's statement off, a little grin tugging happily at his mouth, making his cheeks dimple and Dean forgets everything he was saying.

He darts in for a kiss but Sam is already exiting the car and he just gets a sideswipe of shoulder and the seam of his shirt, making Sam laugh out loud, bright and genuine.

"Down, boy. Wait until we get to our room at least."

Dean has to trot to catch up. "And have you getting all distracted and forgetting about me? No thanks."

"Well." Sam says. "I guess you'll just have to find a way to, ah, refocus my attention."

And he heads in, leaving Dean to plot. There will be some sort of retaliation coming, the only question is if it will be fun, or if Dean will choose to be annoying about it.

Either way, he's got plenty to occupy himself with until then.

Sam checks them in, trying to play it cool and work his way up to the big question as he asks about checkout times and amenities, but the desk clerk has obviously been through this many times before, and they state flat out that there are certain doors that are locked, and should remain locked and are not available to guests.

"Seems strange." Dean pips up, bland but challenging. "Woulda thought there'd be at least one place here that'd for sure be your big ticket item. How come you're not showin' that off?"

"Theft. Sir. And other, unsavory practices. So if you would kindly stay to your guest designated areas-"

"Sure thing." Dean snaps up the key and hooks his first two fingers in Sam's front pocket, tugging him along.

"You've got to get me in there." Sam hisses, as they walk up the stairs to their room.

"Alright, y'little gorehound, alright. Quit whinin'."

Sam makes a face at that, disapproving of the term, but he accepts it, and is mollified.

The room isnt as bad as Dean had feared.

There are quilts, and the windows are hung with dusty lace. But, on the whole, it's much more reserved than the typical standard for places like this.

However-

"The fuck is this, Sam?"

Dean's plucking distastefully at a dark knitted swathe draped over a wooden dressmaker's model.

It's set in the middle of the room, dominating the space, and its definitely...

Something.

"Ooh okay! THAT was her kill shawl, she wore it to keep the blood off her clothes. In case she was interrupted by a new guest. It's just a replica though." He says, twisting the fibers between his fingers. "This is new material."

He sounds disappointed. "There's probably one in every room."

"Well its not like they're going to put the genuine article out where just anybody can mess with it. Some yahoo would've stolen it by now, you heard what the guy said."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Hey? Sammy?"

Dean comes up behind him, hands under his shirt, slipping over his belly and hips, following the triangular slant of muscle down past his briefs. His mouth is hot against the cloth, biting at the flat between his shoulders.

"Y'wanna get distracted?"

Sam turns in his arms. "You just can't wait, can you?"

"Nuh uh. I did. We're in our room."

He can get at Sam's neck now, licking out the hollow of his throat.

"And dont act like you're not just as bad."

Sam whimpers and crushes Dean's mouth against his throat, hand on the back of his skull. Dean shoves them back toward the bed, and as they fall, Sam twists so that Dean is under him, grinding their hips together and sucking on his mouth.

He stretches Dean's arms above him, taking one and placing his hand on the back of his neck, wanting Dean to grip him, grab him, take the hint and pull his hair. He keeps it long for a reason after all, and what he likes during sex is not disconnected from that.

When he does, Sam arches into him, fingers clawing at the fabric between them, trying to get them down to skin.

Dean's eyes are blown wide and dark, his lips the red and white of a crushed strawberry, bleeding at the edges. His voice a low rumble that makes Sam's toes curl.

"Now who can't wait? Go get yourself cleaned up and ready. I'm gonna grab a few things from the car."

"Aw but Dean-"

Sam's half gone already. Nobody can get to him as quickly as Dean can, turning him stupid with lust, a mewling wreck of desire. He wants Dean and he wants him immediate and dirty. What's this "cleaned up" nonsense? He smells like the road and they both love it, and he's barely eaten since the last time they had sex. He's ready to go! And Dean's cock in his stomach would say that he's ready too but...

"I know. And you know I just love to stretch you open, knuckle deep, licking you sloppy wet. But this time I want you to do it. I want you aching, waiting for me."

Dean kisses him. Deep and slow. Melting Sam from the inside out.

"Okay?"

Sam looks dazed and starving, diving for another kiss, running out of air, before he answers.

"Okay."

All Dean's talk fades away however, as he grabs Sam's ass and janks him back for another liquid hot kiss when he tries to get up, leaving the tangle of their embrace only to be drug back in before they can finally force themselves to break away.

Sam strips off as he goes and Dean slams to a stop halfway out of the room, eyes eating him up even after Sam closes the door, devouring his after image.

He steps into the shower, having to crouch awkwardly to get his body mostly under the spray. Sam soaps and rinses with no nonsense efficiency, then gets down to the main event of stretching himself open while he still has hot water. You never can tell how long it's going to last in places like these and plus, Sam wants to get fucked. He doesn't have time to waste.

The small bottle of complimentary conditioner is used to the fullest as Sam's long fingers spread his hole, reaching for that place of preperation and pleasure. He stops before he goes too far. He wants to be tight. He wants Dean to have to push and work and fuck him. Dean's gotten soft in his recent age, he's too careful. For Sam's liking, at least.

Sam wants to feel it. He wants to ache for days.

He steps out, dripping wet and half hard, fully expecting to see Dean waiting for him, but the room is empty.

The cloak is gone as well. Probably stuffed in one of the dressers on his way out.

No matter. Sam lays back on the bed and continues to finger himself, lazily twisting around. He'll just give Dean a good show when he comes in, penance for making him wait so long.

But the minutes pass, and he still doesn't show.

Sam's starting to get concerned now, and he quickly dresses, stuffing himself uncomfortably into jeans and pulling his shirt half buttoned over his head while trying to keep his mind from running away with increasingly crazy and violent ideas about what would've kept Dean from him and sex.

He checks the car, and with the front desk, and he's headed back to his room to get his phone, when there's a blur of movement at his right and a cloth band gets dropped over his eyes, pulled tight behind his head. A knife bites a warning into his throat. He freezes.

"Don't move. Be nice."

The hand holding the blindfold tightens in his hair and his brother's cupid lips brush the back of his ear as he asks, "Wanna play?"

All the tension and anxiety that had been growing inside of Sam releases, solidifies into a ball of lust, and drops straight to his groin.

"Please, no. What are you doing? What do mean?"

His voice shakes and he wonders who might see them, if anyone will come to help him, but they're in a curve, a blindspot in the hallway, and there's no one around.

The knife bobs as he swallows. Gulps, really.

But he taps Dean's knee, their signal in games like these. Sam's ready and willing, arching his back and shoving his ass into Dean's crotch.

The knife is removed for a moment, and there's a scratching, plastic sound, then Dean's breath becomes huffy. Muffled.

"Then you better walk, bitch."

Sam tries to glance back, angeling his head in an attempt to see from underneath the blindfold, but the flat of the knife presses into his cheek and jaw. Gently, but resolutely denying him, forcing his face back to the front.

"Did I say you could look back?" The hand in his hair wrenches, and Sam ducks and gasps reflexively. " Walk."

He's directed by the hair down and around and briefly outside, his cock achingly, uncomfortably hard by the time they go down, down, and Sam can feel the cool air chill his skin and the damp closed up must smell of underground fills his nose.

The hands leave his body momentarily, and he hears a lock sliding home.

His wrists are bound and stretched high above his head. The fine point of the knife traces a filigree pattern into the resulting exposed strip of skin.

Blood beads up, jewel-like and beautiful.

The blindfold is removed and he blinks, trying to adjust. The light is dim, but eventually its enough to see.

They've ended up in the off limits celler.

Glancing up shows that his wrists are hanging off of a very old hook, and a thrill shoots through him at the thought that he could possibly be strung up on one of the very hooks Molly had used, sharing the position and predicament of her victims.

There's a gleam in the low light. Dean's knife, hanging loose and easy between his fingers. He stands on his back foot.

Contemplative.

The dangling knife swings up, and Sam turns his head to follow. It nicks a four stroke heart into his cheekbone. Molly's calling card.

Sam's breath quickens. His eyes are wide.

Behind the mask, the voice sounds amused.

"Cute."

Sam knows its Dean, there's no hiding that. But the flat white plastic oval of a mask he's wearing, blank and empty save for two hollows for the eyes, is just distorting enough to be thrilling.

Especially since he's wearing nothing else but the kill shawl and an erection.

The knife trails down his cheek, kissing him cold, before it come to rest on his throat, reversed, with the blunt pressing against his jugular. He can count his pulse in the blade, and he knows Dean can flip it to the razored edge before either of them can blink.

He tries to keep the excitement out his voice, hoping it comes across as tremulous and shaken.

Judging by the way the mask dips down and to the side, Dean biting his lip to stay in character and not laugh, he's not sure he succeeds.

"P-please." Sam says. "Your knife is so big. I'll do anything you want, just dont hurt me."

Dean's other hand comes up, presses his thumb into the mark on Sam's cheek.

"But hurting you is what I want."

He swipes the gathered blood across Sam's lips.

"You look so pretty when you're cut up and bleeding."

"I'll do anything." Sam repeats. Trying to look voluptuous, enticing. Definitely feeling needy. "People say I look so cute on my knees."

He tries to hook a leg out, draw Dean closer to him, but Dean steps back and shoves the blade harder against his throat.

"Don't. That's not how this goes. You don't touch me. I'm going to do things to you, and you're going to do what I say, and ONLY what I say."

He cuts a deeper line into Sam's belly.

"Understand me? Now, undress. Make it look good. Get my cock leaking."

He unhooks Sam's hands. The strap still dangles from a wrist, but he now has motion.

Dean's knife comes up to rest on his collarbone.

"And if you try to call for help or run away? You'll be dead before your guts hit the ground."

He presses and drags, opening a thin seam of blood.

"Get to it."

Sam slowly unbuttons his shirt, gasping at the pull of each one as it comes undone. The sounds are perhaps a little overkill, but theres only so much you can do with a button-up.

He let's it fall halfway down his shoulders, and then shimmies it the rest of the way off.

"I'll need you to move your hand if I'm supposed to get the undershirt off."

The knife moves to the inner of his thigh and presses in there, riding the seam, tip pointed straight into the heat of his crotch.

Sam shudders. And he bucks up involuntarily against it.

It's a mistake and he knows it, but he couldn't control it. His hips were moving before he could think.

Dean grabs him by the hair and twists, viciously.

"What did I say? What did I just fuckin say? Huh? HUH?!"

"Ah, ahhh. Only-only do what you say."

Dean shoves him back.

"You don't listen. And bitches who dont listen get fucked up. That's why you did it-" he grabs Sam by the top of his hair and wrenches him down. "-isnt it?"

Sam's wrists are bound again. Behind him. Tighter. Dean takes that knife again and cuts all his clothes off. He makes no effort to temper his strokes, and Sam's covered in blood and shallow wounds by the time he's done.

He very nearly comes because of it.

Dean swaps the hunting knife for a small, fixed blade vein opener that he'd had waiting.

He taps Sam's mouth with his knuckle.

"Open."

Sam complies, mouth pink and pretty. His breath panting and hot.

Dean drags his thumb down the middle of Sam's tongue, over the points of his molars. The salt and dime taste of him floods Sam's senses.

"Gorgeous. Now-" he places the flat of the blade on Sam's tongue. "-you hold that real still, cause it'll cut that sugar mouth of yours all up if you're not careful."

Gingerly, Sam closes his mouth, tongue working delicately to keep the razored edge balanced. He doesn't dare swallow, a sure way to turn his gums and tongue to ribbons, so the saliva fills and spills over, drooling down his chin and off the knife's short handle.

Carefully, Dean grasps the handle. Pushing and pulling he mimes fucking Sam's mouth the blade, getting lost in the slide of it between his lips.

Blood joins the lines of saliva swinging between them.

Dean gets down to Sam's level, and the knife passes through his lips one last time before Dean wipes off on his hair and sets it aside.

"Give me lips." He taps the low center of the mask. "Kiss me."

Sam licks his own lips, painting them in his blood. He leans forward and presses a perfect, half open print against Dean's mouth. Or at least its mask's approximation.

He pulls slowly away.

"Should I kiss anything else?"

He's on his face in an instant, the distinct click of a lube cap being flicked open sounds behind him.

Dean covers his cock, and without any further preamble, shoves himself into Sam.

Hunting knife in hand he grabs Sam's hips and shoves him forward and back, opting to use his body like a cocksleeve.

Sam loves it.

The handle and fingergrips of the knife grind into the bone of his hip. There'll be a bruise there later and he can't wait to see it, surrounded by the crescent bites of Dean's blunt nail.

Dean's breath is going ragged behind the mask and Sam starts to talk. Incendiary words getting punched out of him, goading Dean faster and rougher.

Begging to be fucked, and used and torn apart.

Calling Dean his own, and a monster he wants to be cut up eaten by.

Telling him to use him like the whore they both know he is for his brother.

Dean comes, slashing hard across the side of Sam's right thigh. Blood spatters the floor, streaks free flowing rivulets down his leg. He'll probably need a stitch or two to comfortably close it up, but it's not deep enough to cause any true damage or need immediate attention.

He'll clot eventually.

Dean shoves the long handle of the knife into Sam's hole, cum dripping out around it, streaking his balls as he thrusts.

"I want you to cum on it, Sammy. Shove your ass back and ride it."

Sam does.

Or, does his best.

It's awkward.

Rising up on his knees he tries to thrust but its shallow and difficult. He can't brace himself properly or get any sort of a rhythm going.

Until Dean slaps a hand, dripping red from where he'd been milking the blood from Sam's thigh, across his chest and shoves, trapping Sam between the two pressures.

Sam whimpers, and crashes back, the hilt of the knife finally able to give him that satisfying scrape he needs, to send him careening, whited out, over the edge.

His cum streaks the floor, his chest and belly, the underside of Dean's forearm. Dean snatches the knife out of him and slices a shallow gash across the small of his back. The flash of pain twines perfectly with the pleasure winding up his spine and his body shocks it's way through another partial orgasm, wrenching every last bit out of him, bleeding his dick dry.

Dean janks the knot out of the cord, and Sam sags against him, hips still twitching and humping. He's covered in sweat and blood and cum, his hole gaping and dribbling. He tries to clench, to keep Dean inside of him, but he's worn out and his muscles just won't do it. It serves to only send another heady gush down his legs and to the floor.

Dean drops to his knees and sucks the remainder out, holding Sam up by the thighs as he quakes around him, shuddering against his face.

He stands, and rolls it in his mouth, before Sam opens his like a baby bird.

Begging.

Dean dribbles it in, swaps the rest of it with a kiss, and Sam gulps and sucks on his tongue until it's gone. Fucked out and content and utterly exhausted.

"Y'know you're right?"

Dean says.

"This place didn't turn out to be half bad."

[Ao3 link]

[remlos]

remlo as pet owners

it's entirely possible that they would own either a cat or a little puppy (or both)

the dog and cat in question

the dynamic would be so different for each one but one thing is certain and it's that arlo and the animals will be competing with each other for remi's attention

arlo sleeping on the couch with a cat curled up on his lap <3

remi going out for afternoon runs with their dog <33

with the dog arlo will have it learn every single trick in the book and have it going on daily runs

with the cat it would be chilling while arlo reads another self help book

them trying to have their dalmations 101 scene where they have the dog run while they couples bike 😭

remi entertaining the cat by having it chase a fly-fishing toy or the laser point tool and have the cat run around everywhere trying to catch it

arlo will be malewifing and trying to bake something and then there's a cat dashing all over the cutting board and sending vegetables flying everywhere

their dog will be disciplined as fuck bc arlo refuses to let it run wild and be a public nuisance like those owners who let their dogs act up whenever they run into another dog

but under remi's jurisdiction it would be completely unhinged and jump him affectionately (he gets grossed out every time)

arlo: "we need order over here" so in public their dog is the model of good behavior

he is so proud of the dog as he is able to go on walks with it unleashed and everyone is amazed, plays it off like its no biggie "literally every dog in europe is capable of doing this"

but he can't stop it from pouncing on him whenever he comes home

the cat meanwhile will just jump on the table and there is nothing to be done about that

the dog leaping into bed with remlo 😭 remi doesn't gaf and starts cuddling the dog

arlo hates it because fur gets everywhere and it gets in the middle of them (lowkey he loves it why lie)

arlo sticking his head out from underneath the blankets and the cat popping out right after him

arlo and the cat will be so petty 😭 whenever arlo does something the cat doesn't like it'll start knocking pans off of the countertops

he'll pull it off of the counter and its super pissed bc he's immune to it scratching

remi refuses to let arlo put the cat in his place

she takes it from him like "you're so harsh for NO reason" when she turns around the cat sticks its tongue out at him over her shoulder (their reverse tom and jerry dynamic)

arlo as tom and the cat as jerry

they have a hate-love relationship where arlo cannot keep the cat's name out of his mouth when talking shit but they are inseperable around the house

remi picks up knitting and the cat suffers immensely whenever she pulls it into one of her signature yarn sweaters that could double as a straitjacket

arlo and the dog dual waiting for remi to get home from work

as soon as she unlocks the door the dog is onto her immediately meanwhile arlo hovers around the doorway, she's like. just join us and stop acting like you were doing something else

remi goes out to petco all the time and buys those crazy treats that look like baked human goods

arlo makes the dog do at least 5 tricks before it can even get a fration of a morsel of the treat meanwhile remi spoils the hell out of it and sneaks it extra when arlo is not around

remi would buy those poor animals jorts and a t-shirt so its up to arlo to assemble their society-friendly fits

the dog instantly goes to remi for treats and pets meanwhile the cat jumps onto arlo like a baby bc it knows he won't try to make it dance or recreate silly cat videos

remi has a dogstagram that is spam-updated every thirty minutes to her own insta having posts every other day

[ayamekishiwagi]

I'm in a particular mood so imma just spill some Taiga/Ayame/Romeo trio headcanons...

-The first time Ayame sees Romeo's prosthetic, he's prepared to hear a gasp and see her recoil, maybe ask in a soft trembling voice how it happened and to apologize for his injury. Instead she just traces the scars on what's left of his leg and comments that the pattern is beautiful.

-The first time the trio actually has sex is a mess of logistics and they have to work it out extensively on subsequent nights, but they eventually come to a usual pattern of Romeo topping Ayame, and Taiga topping Romeo. Sometimes they swap around but that's their usual method.

-The first time Taiga suggests Ayame top him she almost chokes on nothing bc WHAT. He doesn't understand what the problem is, they're a throuple they should all have equal opportunity to top each other, right? "You can even top Lulu if you want." "Don't make decisions without consulting me, BTH" "But you want Kitten to top you....right?" "That's....not the point...."

-A wedding between the throuple is only slightly confusing for the organizers. The officiant has never conducted a wedding with three people before. They all wrote their own vows and while Ayame's is probably a confusing mess of shojou trope speech selections, Romeo's is in Italian (no he's not translating, taking the tone of his words if you can't understand and suffer) and Taiga's is weirdly affectionate albeit weirdly worded. "You may now kiss the....uh, spouse. es. Spouses."

-Winter in a throuple with Taiga and Romeo means Ayame is always wearing good quality clothes, the best perfumes, and when they're out in public she's sandwiched between two warm protective men bc maybe Romeo hates the cold but the idea of his girlfriend getting cold is even worse. Besides, if he's really all that cold himself all he needs to do is mention it at all and Taiga will be all over the both of them. He always runs hot and he's all for feeling up his boyfriend and girlfriend whenever possible.

-Going shopping with Taiga and Romeo but they both have opposite ideas of what she should wear. Taiga encourages her to be more comfortable showing skin and be proud of her body. Romeo doesn't want their girlfriend to be showing off so much to anyone else but them, he wants those flashes of thigh and cleavage to be reserved for them. (if she helps out at the casino he's putting her in a suit that covers everything, those useless worms out there aren't getting to see HIS girlfriend's cleavage how dare they)

-Taking Ayame on a trip to Italy! She can't read anything and has to cling to Romeo the whole trip and Taiga won't stop laughing about it. An old woman said something about them and Romeo turned red and Taiga laughed louder. (Local Nonna probably suggested they were a cute couple, when are the kids due?)

-On which note, if they do have kids in the future, Ayame is gonna be spoiled rotten and so is their kid. Is her back sore, her feet, anything? Her husbands are on it. Romeo won't be as much help if she has morning sickness or gets super gross but it's not bc he doesn't love his wife he just get serious emetophobia. The first time they hold their child together everyone is crying. This child is going to be decked out in luxury brand onesies, make no mistake. Ayame is going to have to lecture Taiga on trying to teach their toddler how to play poker. "Wait until he's at least 10! He doesn't even know how to count to 30 yet!"

-The journey to having a child would probably be a wild ride with the throuple. One day Ayame is just really queasy and off, she genuinely refuses affection from her husband and definitely doesn't want sex she doesn't feel up for it. They initially assumed she was coming down with something so pregnancy comes as a shock to them. Do they want a child? Are they prepared for a child? And who would technically be the father, biologically? (Whose family tree should they trace for possible health concerns down the road, in other words) Ayame cries a lot bc she has a bad relationship with her parents and doesn't know if she's ready to be a parent herself. But she has TWO husbands to support her, and they guarantee she's going to be as comfortable as possible.

When she gets all weepy about them not finding her sexy anymore they reassure her. Taiga definitely enjoys just resting his head on her belly and thinking about how that's his kid. It's wild things would turn out with a husband AND a wife AND a kid after everything. At Darkwick they assume he's going to eat babies, but here he is WITH a baby.

-Does the child end up with an Italian name or a Japanese name? Whose family name does the child get? JK there's no doubt in this mun's mind it's Lucci. They're all the Lucci family now.

[techsupportforsinners]

꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ intro and a couple extras! ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱

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i'm literally just [REDACTED] but hornyposting. (had to cut any relations with my main blog seen that I'm getting a little well known, but some few people most likely will still piece things together and find this blog)

You can refer to me as "Tech". (i know, silly name, but it sounds cool to me). I'm a versatile and a switch. I go by he/him and I'm 21 years old. I also wish i was a succubus so feel free to talk to me pretending that i'm a succubus. (I would actually love that so much - i use succubus as gender neutral term cause the terms kinda confuse me a bit). Don't restrain yourself when talking to me, if you wanna think i have a dick or a pussy, just do it. You can change that anytime.

don't follow me if you're underage. If i see that you're under 18, i'll block you. Even on main. I'll take the risk and assume you're 18 or more if you don't have your age specified, but if i find out that you're under 18 or even if i just suspect that you're under 18, i'll block you

Feel free to send horny asks and hornypost in reblogs. This is a virtual orgy.

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basic rules, no minors allowed, no terf or "dni (insert gender)" assholes allowed, no kinkshaming allowed, no zionist allowed, no genshin fans allowed, you get it, just the basics. And please, do not even breathe or exist in the same planet as me if you think people should have the right to be assholes to someone because of their kink.

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extra stuff below if you wanna know even more about me + a little FAQ answering common rude questions and sayings i received in a funny way.

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I have some "problematic" kinks, but I obviously don't condone actual crimes and horrible practices like pedo/zoo and non consensual acts. Do not think that having a somewhat "problematic" kink is the same as supporting such hideous actions.

Every character in every hypothetical situation i post is ALWAYS above 18, consenting to everything and practicing safety. Even the monster characters. Yes, even the tentacle aliens. They consented too.

Some of my kinks are: spanking (mostly butt spanking), teratophilia/monsterfucking, CNC, tentacles (unsure if that falls into teratophilia), oviposition (not really a frequent kink, i only like it when there's teratophilia involved). List might grow because i don't remember all of my kinks right now.

kinks i dislike personally (but i don't condone hate towards people who enjoy them! leave them alone!): extreme gore and suffering, scat, vore, "force-feeding" kink (i don't remember the name, sorry..)

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hypothetical FAQ based on previous personal experiences (list might grow in the future)

(warning beforehand that the answers might come across as a bit mean because i'm just really tired ngl)

"your kink triggers me"

that's.. your problem. Why should i avoid doing something in my personal life to please a stranger that has no importance to me whatsoever? You're the one who should've gone to settings and put all of your triggers in the content filter for it to block the posts that have it, like i did with my own. People aren't going to stop everything they're doing only to pet your head and babysit you. We owe you nothing.

"your kinks are gross and i hate you for it"

i'm pretty sure your religion-obsessed parents feel the same way towards your sexual orientation and taking it out on me won't make them change their minds magically. And i'm very sorry that you're bitter because no one wants to have sex with you and you decided to take it out on me. So sad. boowomp.

"you're sick and deranged for hornyposting and people should keep sex hidden from the public"

Sex exists and you can't deny that, it's a normal part of life. If sex was wrong, we wouldn't feel sexual pleasure. You're so bitter and i can't help but question if you're just suppressing yourself and how sad you are because you feel too guilty to explore your sexuality. Many queer people figure themselves out because of sexual attraction, might i add. Just let people enjoy themselves. You don't need to see it, just walk away

[the-firebird69]

There's a couple more things going on our son got reservations to go to the car show and he was very surprised and it works and he's waiting for Ken but he was surprised it worked and he's happy about it and so are we. It took awhile but it worked we have a few more things to mention and they're pretty big

we have a few more things to mention and they're pretty big

--- This place rots and it stinks and it's gross it's also changing the climate is going to change here a little because these ships will be out and the water levels will be lower and it won't stink as much and things will start growing like madness and it won't be flooding and they're not taking ships out because they're fighting over it which is pretty big

--- There are other things happening in Charlotte County there are a few ways to see it but one way is Donald Trump is going to jail he's going to court it's going to court very soon and that's in Punta Gorda and he's going in Port Charlotte and he is going to be sorely mistaken for his stupid **** in the public eye i've never seen so many articles about nothing he just hasn't repeated he puts it everywhere is bothersome horrendous **** and he's running around saying he lost and out of his mouth are coming the most terrific things about people you could imagine and he still sits there thinking his the Teflon dime when things are sticking to him. He's getting shot and killed he's getting kidnapped and he's getting beaten to death and the moron won't shut up asked to God the guy has the biggest mouth you've ever seen and we can't stand looking at him he's so damn dumb he's running around like he's running Saturn and he's not that would be one thing but what he's doing is not right for him and we have to stop him too amazing loser is what he is.

--- Other things are happening in the news we will get to them in a moment.

Thor Freya

Olympus

good

he has to eat and such

Hera me too lol

Zues good

the fleet is off her side no it is way fr but not far enoug. and threaten. we hit those that threaten now and the heated up fleet dros to 17.5% jsut now. soon more. they are fiery belligerrent and evil idiots. ad not worth keeping around for anything. sooon they will be out. after this it iwill be 55% gone. and the rest will panic a bit and we will cut them down fast. the other two fleets will coe in shortly no will try to move shortly we think. have been saying it all at teh same time. and it makes no diferene. they have no backup. but will.

and we shall take them all down fast too.

Thor Freya

Olympus

and we see it heat up and they weaken in tht state good

Hera

Zues

[etruatcaelum]

[ @the-gray-maiden asked: ]

20. how does your muse feel about public displays of affection? would they engage in them?

SALEM.

No. Just being in public—being looked at—makes her feel viscerally uncomfortable and unsafe. She's spent millions of years with no one but herself for company, and her experience with other people has been overwhelmingly defined by violence. Even something as small as holding hands where someone else might see would be deeply upsetting for her.

OZMA.

Their comfort with public affection fluctuates from one life to the next, although they tend to be more reserved than not. Right after they're separated from Oscar, they have a brief period of wanting to just hide in complete silence somewhere nobody can find them—and as that feeling settles, it turns into Ozma being intense about their privacy.

SUMMER.

She doesn't go out of her way to engage in PDA, but she's also not shy about it.

OSCAR.

He would be so embarrassed to be caught kissing somebody, but he's fine with things like holding hands or hugging in public.

CINDER.

In the event she had a partner, Cinder would absolutely not feel comfortable with open displays of affection—but she would also unflinchingly go for it anyway if she felt like she had something to prove.

WATTS.

He doesn't pay any attention to it. Half the time, unless the participants are being truly over-the-top about it, he won't even notice.

ELAH.

His guiding philosophy is "you only live once." That this is, in his case, demonstrably not true will in no way stop him. If he likes you he is going to do his best impression of a lapdog and you will scritch the teeth behind his ears. That is a threat.

HENRIETTA.

She is the type to commentate when she sees it. Loudly.

BLAKE.

It depends a lot on her comfort with her partner and the time and place. Around friends, with Yang, she's pretty okay with PDA in moderation.

ADAM.

He is… weird about it. Emotionally, he never actually feels okay with making romantic gestures of any kind in front of people—but with Blake, he also felt like a certain amount of grand gestures and very public displays of (chivalrous) affection were just part of being in love, so he crushed down any discomfort he felt and ignored hers.

SIENNA.

She isn't stridently opposed to it, but she does feel that open affection is better kept private. In her own relationship, she would be okay with very small gestures only.

ILIA.

On the one hand, she finds it obnoxious and unnecessary and even a little gross when a couple really gets into it. But on the other, when she imagines being so in love with someone herself that kissing made the rest of the world fall away, it sounds unbearably romantic. She's aware of, and vaguely embarrassed about, this hypocrisy. She would absolutely make out with her girlfriend at a bus stop, zero hesitation.

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Kinktober '22 Day 24- Lee Taeyong & Kim Doyoung

Prompts: Voyeurism, Punishment

Word Count: 1.5K

Synopsis: Taeyong just can't stop watching Doyoung fuck his significant other, no matter how hard he tries to.

Consists of: Third person POV, Switch!Taeyong, MLM!Taeyong, GN Switch!Reader, Dom!Doyoung, MLM!Doyoung, Voyeurism (non consensual), Bondage (reader receiving), Whipping (reader receiving), Degradation (reader receiving), Brief cum play, Masturbation (Taeyong), The word "pervert" is used a few times, Reader briefly wears pink lingerie, Implied threesome

Taeyong knew it was wrong, that he was crossing a line. He felt dirty every time, like some sick pervert. Yet that feeling of self-disgust still wasn't enough to stop his ventures. Once he saw the two of them, he could truly think of nothing else. One time just wasn't enough; but then again neither was two, or five, or twelve.

The first time was an accident, Taeyong swears upon that fact. The two of you were just so loud. How could Taeyong be sure Doyoung wasn't killing you if he didn't go to check? He never intended on peeking the door open and seeing you tied to the headboard as Doyoung places harsh hits on your flesh with a small whip, tears brimming in your eyes as you scream, "D-Doyoung!"

"Shut up you whore, this is what you wanted wasn't it? You can't expect me to believe that this isn't what was going through your head while you did that little photoshoot for me. Sent me those pictures when you knew I was in public. Almost like you wanted someone to see you. You're a fucking slut, it's disgusting," you mewled and pouted before jerking your body forward as Doyoung hits you again.

The way that they spoke to each other enchanted Taeyong. He had never seen a couple behave like this in real life. But he had never snooped on a couple's sexual sessions before either, let alone his best friend's. Taeyong studies your body, noticing how well tied the ropes are around you, so Doie must do this a lot.

Once Taeyong realized you weren't dying he could've just walked away, he should've. Looking back now he wishes he did, then maybe he wouldn't feel so grossed out with himself all the time. But instead Taeyong stayed in place, and from that little crack in the door, he watched both of them reach heaven. Your body spasmed as you screamed and came, Doyoung pulls out and paints your tummy with his cum, a nice little puddle on your lower belly. After Taeyong sees Doyoung scoop up his cum and make you lick it off his fingers he was done for. Flushed and with an un-ignorable hard on, Taeyong quickly and quietly fled the scene. The second he reached his room his cock was out, and the rest was history.

A little while after that is when Taeyong started his little routine, peeking through the door once again, seeing whatever filthy act you and Doyoung were up to, pulling out his cock, and silently jerking it. Taeyong had live porn, and he was the only viewer allowed. This all turned him on terribly, but there's always a surge of panic when he's right on the edge, when he bites his lip so hard it draws blood, praying he won't be heard. When he starts to wonder where his cums gonna go. And then of course, afterwards, when he makes his escape back into his room. Sometimes the nightmarish thought of being caught after the fact, almost making it to his room but then Doyoung coming out, and knowing Doyoung he'd be able to look at him and tell what he'd been doing. Taeyong wasn't a good liar, how would he get himself out of this one?

As much as Taeyong didn't want to believe it, he wanted in. He wanted to participate in whipping you, and the idea that he was most resistant to, he wanted Doyoung to whip him. Taeyong couldn't help it, he had seen Doyoung in a way he never had before and it turned him on in a way he couldn't explain. He had always thought you were attractive, now even more so, but he knew the attraction to his closest friend was a real problem. He's one-hundred percent certain he's been weird around Doyoung since he saw what he saw. And Doyoung being as attentive as he was, Taeyong was also one-hundred percent certain Doyoung had noticed.

The two of you had corrupted his psyche. Asleep, awake, your bodies were always on his mind. Taeyong knows things he shouldn't know, like the way Doyoung sticks his thumb into your mouth every time he cums, or how you don't cum hard unless you've been spanked first. He knows that for both of you, the foreplay is the best part. Taeyong felt like student, like he was studying your relationship. Any test about the two of you, he'd get an A.

As Taeyong mentioned, Doyoung was attentive and he had indeed noticed that something was up. He had noticed the very first day. Always making sure his door is closed tight before exposing himself and his lover. He knew there had to be a Peeping Tom in the dorms, and after assessing who was in the house at the time and doing a process of elimination, he knew it was Taeyong. His best friend Taeyong. Once he got over the initial anger from his privacy being invaded, he thought the idea was actually quite cute. Or at least the thought of Taeyong, red-cheeked and out of breath frantically jerking his cock was. Doyoung immediately told his love about it, and they both agreed that there was no trouble in giving him a little show. They both thought that would be the end of it, one and done, and then they never had to think about it again. But Taeyong had become a frequent visitor, claiming the place in-between the door as his own. They had to try their best every time not to look over at him, to not let him know that his fantasy is completely controlled. That at any time, one of them could get up and shut the door and that'd be the end of it.

The pair had grown tired of pretending Taeyong wasn't there, he was there, and the wet noises his cock made with every thrust attested to that. So they decided they had to put it to a stop.

It started just like every other time: you let out a loud screech, Taeyong realized what's happening on the other side of the wall then comes to take his place in the tiny opening. You and Doyoung toyed with each other a bit, letting Taeyong get comfortable, giving him time to start stroking his cock. He does exactly what's expected of him, taking out his dick and jerking it while he watches his show. You two fooled around for as long as you thought it would take for Taeyong to get close, it was only a matter of time now. The two of you begin to hear hushed whispers and you know this is it. Three, two, one, "Taeyong!"

Taeyong's eyes go wide, and he freezes in place, if he hadn't he certainly would've fallen on the ground at this point. His worst fear was coming true, he wishes he could run, but his legs won't move, "Taeyong, I know you're there. Come here," Doyoung doesn't move a muscle, making it seem like it's really Taeyong's choice. Taeyong opens the door at a sluggish pace and steps into his doom even slower.

"Taeyong, what are you doing? Why are you fucking yourself outside Doyoung's room? Are you some kind of pervert?" You ask him, feigning disappointment.

"N-no, No! I just- I was...I'm sorry" he bows to both of you in hopes of forgiveness and that all three of you could forget this ever happened.

"You're sorry for what?" Doyoung chimes in.

Taeyong can't look him in the eyes, not prepared for the judging stare he'll be met with, "Uh-um for, for..." he stares at he floor trying to organize all the thoughts running through his head, so many thoughts and yet his brain's never felt more blank.

"What? You can watch us fucking a thousand times, but can't face us like a man when you get caught?" Doyoung scuffs, "Fucking coward."

Taeyong whimpers, not daring to look up.

"Taeyong's been a very bad boy," You're talking to Doyoung now, "What happens to bad boys again?" You prompt.

"Well they get punished of course," Doyoung states matter-of-factly. Taeyong chirps up at that, there was no possible way Doyoung was serious. But then, "You'd be down for that, right, Yongie?" and all of sudden he feels a harsh leather material gliding across his arms, making him gulp and wet his lips. You giggle from where you sit on the bed, and begin to strip yourself of whatever clothes were remaining, which Taeyong knows are just your cute little lacy, powder pink lingerie; it was your new favorite set.

"You'll play with us right, Taeyong? You know I've been pretty bad too, maybe you could punish me after Doyoung's done with you?" You smile at him while you make your proposal.

At this exact moment, Taeyong was sure he had died and went to heaven.

"Yes! Yes. Whatever you want," he had to hold off from cumming untouched at this very moment.

"Bend over, Taeyong, lemme see you," Taeyong immediately complies, giving Doyoung full access to his ass.

This has got to be the best day of Taeyong's entire life.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

[degrade-a-cutie]

Dream a little fear of me

I'm scrolling tumblr in public, reading incredibly nasty posts, perhaps accompanied by even nastier pictures. I'm blushing, wide eyed at times, so easily readable. I think I'm being so discreet, but you've been observing me the whole time from behind, merely a table away. When I go out for a smoke, you close the distance and wait until we're somewhere secluded to slam me against the wall, a knife to my neck.

You see, I'm not a fighter, nor a runner. I'll freeze, nice and still for you, crying and begging for you to stop, at most trying to squirm away from your grasp a couple times. We both know the truth, though. That I'm a disgusting closeted pervert who gave you no choice but raping and that it's all my fault. That I'm not truly afraid of dying by your blade and my attempts to escape were pathetic from the beginning. That my sloppy cunt and tomato red face won't let me deny that I was asking for it all along, and that you won't let me forget it now (or ever, really).

Do whatever you want. Rape my throat, slamming my head against the concrete wall as you thrust way too hard, despite me tearing up, gagging, puking all over myself. In fact, do it *because* of it. Laugh about it, take pictures, clean your puke smeared dick on my face. Piss on my hair and make me guzzle the rest.

Leave me stunned and gross, a piece of garbage laying there, with a promise to come back and tear my world to pieces again.

...So that every night, when I'm crying and shaking, touching my leaking gash in shame, I can remember you.

[siancore]

Hi. I was wondering, I really want to write a SamBucky fic but I'm a bit worried that I won't get their characters right. Do you have any tips on how to make sure that doesn't happen? Like, they aren't written out of character.

Hey. I hope you do write for SamBucky. We need more good fics out there.

I’ll just rattle off a few things that help me with writing these characters. The things I focus on related to canon are:

Mannerism: Bucky has a morbid sense of humour; Sam is a thrill-seeker and a little reckless; Sam is caring and helpful; Bucky isn’t trusting of people he doesn’t know; Sam is charming; Bucky can be charming when he wants to be; Sam likes to joke around, but is also very serious when he needs to be. Both are good with kids. Sam is an excellent public speaker. Bucky doesn’t speak too often unless he has something to say. Bucky prefers to be called ‘Bucky’ over ‘James’. Sam knows that he is good-looking. Bucky is protective by nature. 

Vernacular: Both are multi-lingual; Bucky acquires language quickly; Sam uses African-American Vernacular English; Bucky would not have extensive modern lexicon in English and would revert to phrases or words he would have used throughout the 30s and 40s whilst speaking English. Language-wise, he most likely dreams in Russian (unless it’s a specific memory) because of the depth of language immersion coupled with the wiping of his memory. Generally takes around 8 years to stop dreaming in your native tongue. Bucky often uses the contraction ‘ain’t’. He also wouldn’t necessarily say ‘gay’ or ‘queer’ as ‘queer’ was still considered a slur in the 40s and the widely used term at the time was ‘homosexual’.

Physicality: Sam is a slow runner (I love him for that); both are fit; both are acrobatic; Bucky uses brute strength; Bucky is taller than Sam; Sam has an ass that won’t quit. Sam initiates a lot of physical touch between them. Bucky’s wounds heal quickly. Bucky can be very dangerous as an opponent, but he isn’t a danger to those around him.

Expression: Sam smiles widely; Bucky’s eyes crinkle when he smiles; Sam folds his arms over his chest when he is concentrating; Bucky leans his weight to one side. They both routinely drift into one another’s personal space. Bucky looks at Sam with heart eyes; Bucky looks at Sam’s lips and drags his gaze over Sam’s body.

Other things: Sam was pararescue in the US Air Force. Bucky was in the US Army. Sam was serving when Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was in force. Bucky was serving when being gay was considered a mental disorder and any soldier caught with another man would face court martial; dishonorable discharge; arrest; or sent off to be institutionalised.

Now, if you want to write a SamBucky AU, to keep them in character, all you need to do is stick to a couple of the things listed above. A really easy one is Bucky’s sense of humour and Sam’s charm. They go together well. They are literally the sunshine one and the grumpy one. Describe their smiles. Sam always has the best, brightest smile, Bucky doesn’t give his genuine smiles to just anyone. Another thing that always works well with this ship is that Bucky always notices that Sam is good-looking even if it’s enemies to lovers; even when Sam is annoying him (also annoys him that Sam’s annoying face is annoyingly handsome). Always show the reader Bucky’s internal dialogue when he sees what Sam looks like. Always have Bucky pining for Sam lol

Things to steer clear of:

-          Anything that is gross and homophobic

-          Anything that is gross and racist

-          Anything that reinforces harmful racist stereotypes

-          Sam as a therapist for Bucky (unless that’s the premise of the fic)

-          Bucky using Sam to get over Steve

-          Sam being a second choice for Bucky because he can’t have Steve

-          The care being one-sided

I hope this is helpful. This has worked for me with writing for SamBucky.

Just some info about me to add context to why these are the things about them that I focus on: I am in love with Sam Wilson and I relate to Bucky Barnes. I’m queer and Black and am into linguistics and history. I am multi-lingual, have taught history and languages, and have spoken on panels multiple times about queer experience and history. Who I am informs how I write these characters and the approach I take. Sam Wilson gets nothing but love and adoration in my fics. Think about how who you are relates to them. Think about what you love about them and dial it up to 100! 

Thanks for reaching out and trusting my opinion. Happy writing!

[msgrumpygills]

Social Media Anon Here!

Firstly, never change Grumpy ;) you are probably the only person on Tumblr to LISTEN to another view and let it change a prejudice.

Secondly, the Padagram/Social Media change bus continues. Don't be fooled people will be looking at positive and negative reactions to that change on social media.

So here goes!

1. They are starting to market season 2 of Walker in Hiatus. That really doesn't happen. That means they know they need to target new viewers. They are acknowledging they have a problem. The main problem is Jared either didn't learn enough about production quality on SPN (Jensen/Misha were both more interested in behind the camera's) or that he thought he could stick a Stetson on and we all had such sh1t for brains we'd watch anything. So they need a viewer boost DESPARATELY and are going all out to (a) persuade Walkers remaining viewer(s) that it's worth sticking around and (b) get back old viewers or convert 1m+ viewers to season 2. So now we see all the cast (and Keegan has more followers than Jared and Lindsay has a VERY engaged following) trying to persuade their followers how fabulous Walker is. Expect this scrabbling to continue if they want their COVID paychecks.

2. Connected to 1, Jared has started trying to break out of the fandom bubble. I don't think he's trying for power couple (the clue in a power couple is that two FAMOUS people get together and create a super brand, here we have one niche C famous guy and a hanger on wife), I think we are in Jared profile raising and trying to raise his recognition score, which is probably a little low having half assed it in the last year and a half. He's doing it by scatter-gunning so I'm not sure it's going to stick.

3. Connected to 2,

(i) if I run my algorithm clean laptop with a "Jared Padalecki" news search, I get (a) a daily mail article on Jared "clarifying the rift" (b) a "hello" magazine saying he's been "inundated with support after death of "family member"" (c) the new york times article on Walker and Supernatural. It then goes into a variety of articles about Jared raising money for Holly's family (fucking atrocious in my view to use her death for publicity) and a series of derivative articles on his mantrum and later explanation. ONLY THE NEW YORK TIMES ARTICLE MENTIONS WALKER other than as a throw away, all of the others link to Supernatural only. Walker isn't on the main radar of anyone as a show. It's not mainstream enough to mention. it has ZERO buzz.

(ii) if I run the same search on my compromised tablet, I get a SEA of fluff articles "jared padalecki goes to venice", "jared padalecki's wife wishes him a happy birthday" "jared padalecki goes to watch soccer" "jared padalecki goes to the wrestling". I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow.

At the end of that I get the same articles as in (i) but the majority of his publicity is still going through the fandom and the, not very viewed, endless zine type websites that update on every episode of every geek show every day.

So we are seeing, and I expect it to continue, a break out Padalecki, (who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films), and a fluff Padalecki, trying to stay relevant a year after SPN relevance ended, because he hasn't got the same push for season 2 of Walker as he had for season 1 and Walker has zero presence. No one, not even the fans are talking about Walker.

Will it work? I don't think so. Keegan has 7m followers on Insta and that's because he's a photographer and writer and it's interesting. I would follow his account (I don't), but certainly it isn't a Walker instagram.

Jared is a clever guy, but he's boring on social media. He has a limited appeal. He does family snaps, hunk snaps, flogs orange pee and flogs his show. He says "family" and "mantra" a lot but that's really it. The clue is, if you didn't know who he was and came across his instagram you wouldn't follow him. Why would you? For a video of a guy running up steps? A smug picture of two middle aged men trying to flog you something?... (oh and lots of "brother" comments on Keegan's social media, which is irritating. It's like he thinks that is his repeatable formula and it isn't).

His media approach won't work because advertising and exposure pushes a product. In TV's case, it's not a one off product and there is a lot of competition. Product Jared needs to be more interesting (his mantrum's are the only exciting thing about him - and that is tragic) and his TV show just needs to be BETTER, well, a LOT BETTER.

Soooo, expect the Padapush to continue, but it's not about a couple, it's about individual marketing and for Jared breaking out of SPN bubble. For Gen, it's her tag along profile that she'll never break out of. She'll have to be satisfied with her superpower of being able to persuade people to buy toothbrush's and dog food (if she can).

Expect though the couple's bit to die off a little. Jared is getting over exposed. His engagement rating is plummeting (nearly 3% is a plummet) because of the repetitive photo content. He'll have to back off or people will switch off (I have already). What makes me laugh is.... from the dawn of time when cavemen took their wives 2 miles away for a new cave weekend.... NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HOLIDAY SNAPS.... Gen and Jared apparently need to learn that lesson...

I might stop these posts now because, well, it's gotta be a bit boring for you and I write LONG. :)

Stay safe and wear your masks ;) xxx

I don’t want you to ever ever change, lovely! Also, I’m NEVER bored by your messages! You put so much effort into the research you do and the messages you send and it’s appreciated! <3 

I started following Lindsey on IG because she seems pretty genuine, and her cat is way too cute! Plus, I like her attitude. I haven’t followed her for the whole Walker season, but even she doesn’t post a lot about it. She posts interviews and then posts about that night’s episode, but other than that, nothing.  Can’t speak for Keegan, but how are fans and non-fans supposed to be excited about a show when the people STARRING in the show can’t be bothered? Maybe they’re all aware of how shitty it is or maybe they’re lazy, but it doesn’t make sense. 

I’m always interested to see the difference in an “algorithm-free” setting and one that has an algorithm. I always figured Google was the same for everyone, but seeing the difference in articles you’ve outlined is insane. It really just goes to show that Jared isn’t the star that his stans think he is. He’s not as important as they think he is, he’s just an actor.  It’s even more jarring to see just how little Walker is talked about at all. All of my devices probably have been “contaminated” when it comes to algorithm so I can’t really speak personally about the public and fans talking about Walker or not talking about it. I can say that on the posts about Walker from the Supernatural Facebook page, a good chunk of the comments are people saying they stopped watching, never got into it, or thought it was trash. There are only a handful of comments talking about how they enjoy the show. 

I think it was disgusting for him to use a fan’s passing for publicity. And no, I don’t think it was anything other than a PR stunt. Her family had a GFM going that was promoted by plenty of the case INCLUDING GEN, so you know he knew about it. But for him to make his own special one and then have articles posted everywhere about how charitable he is? That’s gross PR bullshit and I hope it backfires. 

I still follow a few Supernatural fans, Jared fans, Jensen fans, etc. on Tumblr and even they aren’t mentioning it. I think maybe the hardcore Jared stans post gifsets or whatever, but I don’t see much praise for the show itself, just Jared’s looks. Even the fans aren’t biting and that would make me reevaluate everything if I was Jared. 

I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow. This made me laugh way too hard!

who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films You are on a ROLL!  Maybe I’ve become biased, but I can’t see Jared doing films. I mean, I could see him doing like a side character role or something small, but I can’t see him having a big part of a movie. Like I said, maybe that’s me being biased but I see him staying in TV. I could be proven wrong, but I don’t know. 

I agree about Jared being boring on SM. I used to get some giggles from his Twitter posts and even some of his early IG posts because they were goofy, clever, and candid. It showed his humor and was more personable. Now it’s just all fake and comes off as someone whose only motivation to engage with fans is money and that’s a big turn off. 

For me personally, I think that if instead of the “couple goals” bullshit that they try to push for their lavish trips, if they just posted cool pictures they took of different locations, activities, food or whatever, that would be more palatable than all the “Look at my hubster and I! We’re in Italy! Look at how in love we are!” But maybe that’s because I’ve become a bit of a photography nerd? 

I guess time will tell whether or not Jared will make positive changes and if Walker can be saved, but I’m not really optimistic about it. 

I AM optimistic about your takes on things so keep them coming! Long posts or not, I love them! <3

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warnings: swearing, anxiety, hitch…, gross couple stuff, fluffy in the beginning, angst toward the end

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Between band rehearsals and time at home, you were happier than you'd ever been. You and Mikasa were officially an item. Honestly, it was hard for you to believe.

Three full days and nothing had gone wrong. Maybe Hitch's threats were empty after all. Admittedly, you were a little worried she'd be right on your tail after you and Mikasa became official.

But there was no way she'd know, anyway. Only the rest of the band and your friend group knew about your new relationship.

Mikasa was never one to care about social media so the public not knowing for a little while wouldn't be a big deal.

You wanted the fans to be aware but you had to be sure you were clear of Hitch before you announced it. You wanted to be sure you'd completely shaken her off before taking to the socials.

Perhaps the scene at the restaurant really was her last stand. You hadn't heard from her since and you were too caught up in your own fear of her to reach out.

Her outburst was something you thought about in times when you weren't focused on your girlfriend.

You were actually a little worried about Hitch. What she said stunned you for sure but so many other things happened that night that you had barely even dwelled on it before you and Mikasa started dating.

It was easy to tell that every word she spoke came from a place rooted deeply within her. You never expected something like that from as calm a person as Hitch. Based on the way she escaped that night, neither did she.

After the kiss with Mikasa, you were too wrapped up in your own doubtful mind to even give Hitch a second thought.

Yet there you were, your thoughts consumed by her while you helped set up for Eren's party.

"Y/n!" Armin called from the floor. His voice was startling and you almost fell off the ladder he was holding.

"What, Armin?" You put a hand to your heart and steadied yourself by pressing your palm to the wall.

"Why are you taking ten years to tape streamers up? They don't even look good because you've got your head in the clouds! Just let me do it." They let out an annoyed huff and motioned for you to come down the ladder.

You obliged and held the ladder steady for Armin to climb up. They started fixing the streamers while mumbling an insult or two about how they were placed.

Eren was on the back porch attempting to put up string lights, which was usually Jean's job. Instead, he was on the phone with Niccolo, who so graciously offered to cater, at the kitchen counter. Mikasa was going around all the rooms and hiding expensive or prized possessions so nothing important got destroyed.

She then walked into the kitchen and sent you an affectionate smile while stacking away plates that used to belong to your grandparents.

You smiled back and took one hand off the ladder to grab hold of her arm before letting her walk to the fridge. Armin swatted your head. "Will you stop dilly-dallying? Hold the ladder steady!"

Jean made a silent gagging motion at you and Mikasa before turning back to the phone.

Although she was hiding her face in the fridge, you still noticed the hint of a smile on her face.

Armin smacked your head again. "I'm gonna get another head injury if you don't hold the ladder steady!"

"Christ, Armin. I got it, okay?" You gripped the ladder with both hands but fought the urge to tip it over. He really took decorating seriously.

Mikasa left the room after putting everything valuable into a closet and getting a drink.

Jean got off the phone after fifteen or so minutes and Eren came back inside to ask for help with the lights. Armin gladly halted his work with the streamers to go help him.

So you were back on decorating duty. You moved the ladder to another part of the kitchen to finish up with the streamers.

After everything was set up, the sun was beginning to set. It was around seven p.m.  People would be arriving soon so you all got dressed and ready for the party.

Sasha and Niccolo were the first people to arrive since they were the ones bringing all the food. Once they got done with putting the food out more people began to show.

First, it was the rest of your friend group. Then, it was people Eren knew but you didn't. Finally, it was so many random people that you lost track of them all.

It was now dark outside and your house was filled with people. Jean and Marco were at the front door as light security to make sure douchebags such as Floch didn't get in.  

The one time he did he broke a bunch of expensive vases. That's where the ritual of hiding valuable stuff came from. You could never be too careful at big parties like these.

Music was blaring through your house, making it impossible to hold a steady conversation with your girlfriend, who stood in front of you. 

Instead of talking, you both decided that dancing would be the better option.

What surprised you was when she started getting handsier with you as the songs progressed. She was never one for physical affection in places with lots of people so you were a little confused, but you didn't mind. 

"Guys! Reiner said he's gonna jump in the lake!" Eren shouted at you and Mikasa. He looked like he was out of breath.

"What?" you yelled back.

"The lake is fucking freezing! You can't swim in it this time of year or you'll straight up die! Holy shit- let me catch my breath. I just ran up the lawn and a flight of stairs. Fuck, I'm so out of shape!" He was still yelling since the music hadn't gotten any quieter. The stupid birthday cake hat on his head was slipping off. 

"Should we stop him?" Mikasa shouted. 

"Yes, we should fucking stop him! Everyone out there is cheering him on! The only reason he's held back is because Armin is stalling him! He's the only one down there with a little responsibility! God, Reiner is like a completely different person when he's drunk." Eren adjusted his hat and motioned for the two of you to follow him back downstairs.

You were about to follow him and Mikasa but you noticed a certain figure standing in the hallway, glaring at you. 

You thought this might've been over. You thought wrong. You'd recognize that glare anywhere.

Hitch had the nerve to show up at your best friend's birthday party knowing you'd be around. You guessed she hadn't known about you and Mikasa until a few minutes ago.

When she noticed your gaze, she abruptly turned to the left and walked into the kitchen.

"You guys go stop him, I'll stay back and monitor things while you're gone." You told your bandmates.

"You sure, Y/n?" Eren yelled again, already getting lost in the crowd.

"Yeah, go without me!"

He nodded and walked off with Mikasa trailing behind.

You felt like you were gonna be sick. You should've been more careful. You should've expected this.

You knew you were upset. You knew you were scared. But you knew you had to talk to Hitch before she talked to anyone else.

She looked angry when you approached her in a secluded hallway off of the kitchen that was luckily out of view from the rest of the party.

"I want to talk about Friday." Your voice came out surprisingly steady and for the first time that night, you could actually hear yourself speak.

She scoffed. "You wanna talk about Friday? I wanna talk about your new relationship. Do you seriously think I'm someone to mess with? Do you take me as a joke?"

"Hitch, I'm worried about you. What you said then, it was pretty heavy." You spoke calmly, trying not to provoke her.

Her glare faltered for a second but she quickly looked down and pretended to fix the wrinkles in her dress. "I lost my composure then. Don't worry about me. It won't happen again so don't ask about it." She looked at you again. "Y/n, why don't you tell me exactly what's going on with you and Mikasa?"

If Hitch wasn't going to crack, neither were you. "Nothing at all. We're only friends."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Because last I checked, friends don't dance like that."

"They can if they want."

She ignored your answer, not buying it, and changed the topic. "I bet you wonder where and how I get my answers to things. I have eyes everywhere. As long as I'm around here there's no escaping the truth."

You were trying very hard to keep up a wall of confidence but you knew it was falling fast. "I do wonder, actually. How did you even know she was coming back? Only two of my friends besides the band knew and they don't talk with you."

Then, she smiled. "Marlo's job has him working internationally. He was on a train before she came back. She was on it too. He overheard her on the phone with your friend Jean. I guess you could say he was in the right place at the right time."

You stumbled back in surprise. Of course something like that happened to her. What else could have?

She laughed at your reaction. "It's all too convenient! Just think about that, Y/n. You can never get rid of me, no matter how hard you try. I know what's going on with you two and everyone is going to know what happened with us."

She laughed again and any ounce of courage you had disappeared. Tears filled your eyes as you hurried away from her.

You hastily made your way through the sea of people and up the stairs. Jean and Marco looked up from the front door at the sudden noise of you running up the stairs. They called your name twice but didn't follow.

 You rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom. The door shut behind you. You dropped to the floor and let the welling tears fall.

You were overwhelmed and cried easily. Soon enough, everyone would know. How could you face them after what you did to Hitch? After they knew? 

A knocked sounded at the door after a few minutes of sitting and crying.

"Occupied," you said hoarsely.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Open the door. It's me. It’s Eren."

Damn, you were hoping no one else noticed. You figured Eren and the others would still be persuading Reiner out of stupidity. 

After a moment of hesitation, you opened the door and he came in. He sat on the floor in front of you as you leaned against the cabinets. 

"I saw you through that crowd. Jean said you came up here. Can you tell me what happened and if you're okay?" He rubbed your arm and pulled you in to hug him as he tried to help you calm down.

You hiccuped and sniffled into his shoulder, dampening the cloth of his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. "Take your time," he whispered.

You wiped at your eyes and pulled away from his embrace. "Eren, I did something so shitty in college."

posted: 9/29/21

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