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ninja-hamsterstyle · 6 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Siberius Vaako

A/N: Created with @bkwrm523, @annathewitch, @musikat18, @yallneedtrek, and @fear0fdeathkeepsusalive

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

He was unfamiliar with aftercare before he met you, so you had to teach about it (i.e, telling him when you’re sore, because it won’t occur to him). But once he learns about it, he’s unwilling to admit how much he loves it.

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

His favorite body part of yours is your ass.

His favorite body part of his is his shoulders.

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

He likes to cum in you.

On you.

In your mouth.

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

He loves having throne sex.

He doesn’t really care about being seen.

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

He was married, so it’s safe to say that he’s experienced between the sheets. He’s a little less experienced in intimacy and romance.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

He likes all positions, but he’s more particular to bending you over and taking you from behind, or against the wall, or when you ride him. Basically, any position that gives him access to your ass.

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

He’s not goofy during sex. He takes your pleasure very seriously, but he finds it you laugh or smile in the moment.

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

Any hair down there is neat and trimmed.

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

Intimacy isn’t Vaako’s strong point. You need to teach him a little bit. It takes some time, but it’s a sign of his respect for you that he’s willing to learn. He learns to appreciate slow and sensual.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot - he has no shame in it. You’ve come home more than once to find him jacking off, simply because he felt like it.

He also likes encouraging you to do it so he can watch you.

K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)

He has so many kinks. An authority kink - he loves it when you call him Commander or Lord. Bondage, particularly tying you up. Voyeurism - he likes people knowing who you belong to, that you’re taken care of.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Look at D. He’ll have sex almost anywhere. His favorite places though, are the throne room and your huge, in-floor bathtub.

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

When you casually show off skin.

Catches sight of your ass.

When you whisper naughty things to him in passing.

When you’re being as filthy as he is.

Nuzzling his conversion marks.

When you encourage him to pound harder into you.

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

When you’re not into it. If you’re not into whatever the two of you are doing, then he’s not into it.

He would be turned off if you appeared to be fickle in your attentions. After his marriage of convenience, he wants to know that you are his and his alone.

And stuffed animals - if you have any, then they get pushed under the bed when you go at it. He doesn’t like their beady eyes staring at him.

He’s not a fan of cute nicknames either - he prefers Commander, not snookums.

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

He likes giving and receiving. But if you give, you better be prepared to receive.

He loves to eat you out when you’re on you’re hands and knees so he can squeeze and nip at your ass.

He loves it when he comes home from conquering and he's barely got his armor off before you're on your knees in front of him.

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

Rough

Fast

Hard

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

Vaako loves quickies. He enjoys pulling you into a closet or a dark corner and fucking you up against the wall. And he loves to leave you sweating and breathing hard, watching you walk away, like you didn’t just have sex in a closet.

Just because they’re quick doesn’t mean he can’t satisfy you thoroughly.

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

Yes, but more because he doesn’t think about it.

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

So. Fucking. Much.

He can and has kept you up all night.

He’s a Necromonger - they’re known for their endurance.

Though when he comes back from fighting, he only wants a couple of rounds before going to sleep.

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

Of course he has toys! He’s kinky as fuck. He might have one for himself, but most of them are for you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Vaako is a huge tease and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

He’ll tease you until your eyes roll back in your head and your legs start shaking and you can’t even call out his name.

He’s especially likes to edge you, then disappear to do Commander-type thingies.

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

Moderately loud. Teasing and grunting and growling in your ear.

He makes sure you’re louder than him. It’s his mission to make sure everyone knows who’s making you feel this good.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

He loves your boobs. Sucking marks all over your chest so people can see and paying special attention to your nipples with his tongue and fingers.

He also enjoys walking around your quarters naked.

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

There’s nothing half-dead about Vaako’s equipment. He’s thick and long and knows how to use it. He wields it as skillfully as any weapon.

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

Look at stamina. He’s ready to go at any given moment.

Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep slowly. He’s the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up.

#lemons #siberius vaako x reader #siberius vaako/reader #vaako x reader #vaako/reader #the chronicles of riddick #the urban shitposting group writes

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writeanapocalae · 5 years ago

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Writeblr Reintroduction!

Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the 1,000 followers! I never thought I’d get here with writing, of all things! So, I thought I’d do a new writeblr intro to say hi to all the new guys! This is going to be long, I’m so sorry.

I’m Worm/Whatsan/Gene/Your dad! Why am I your dad? Because I got really mad about all the bad dads out there one day and decided to take over! Feel free to send me an ask anytime if you need writing or life advice or just some comfort and a dad joke, feel free to send me an ask! I love asks and tag games and interacting with people.

Some things about me: I am a transgender man, I am pansexual, my girlfriend (!!!!!!) and I have been together for 6 years and I love her a LOT. I do have chronic fatigue and some undiagnosed sleeping issues which, mixed with my working full time in customer service, leaves me with very little energy for writing, reading, and drawing. Still, I write and draw far too much for is healthy. I’ve just gotten very good at taking naps (not great at getting out of bed after though). Oh, I’m also almost 30 too!

I am a horror nut and most of my writing has at least some horror elements in it. I also love urban fantasy and science fiction. I cry about robots a LOT. Like number 1 thing I cry about. I have a lot of wips going and quite a few that have finished the first draft stage.

Birdlime - Zalis must follow the thief of a great magical artifact before parasitic magic can take the world back over.

Broken Blue - A young witch finds that humans have unleashed a world ending curse and is sent to retrieve the book that caused the curse before it starts another war between humans and witches, aided by a witchson, a stone golem, a stuffed animal, and a child forced into the body of an adult.

Caecus - A team of investigators go into the abandoned Caecus facility, where every employee went missing while trying to create sentience in their androids, only to find that the remaining robots have grown violent and hungry, trapping the humans within the facility.

Donation Bin - A university for robotics gets a new shipment of robots but one of them still retains some of its police training and worse, some of the information on a major crime.

The Dream Estate - In the name of science a group of volunteers get sent into a shared lucid dream state but, when things go wrong, with monsters and a deranged killer, Jackson, the sole survivor of a similar test, is kidnapped and forced into the dream.

Nanowrimo from 2012 - This was my very first Nano, which is about a vampire, Sanks, and a human prince, Crin, and their journey through a country in which nonhumans are almost criminal.

Legends of Casteval - Casteval is a normal man who is told that he’s actually an arthurian-style hero, and also that he’s dead, and he has to go through the land of the dead to find the original Casteval so that he won’t have to save the world himself.

One Man’s Son - A continuation of the concept of Silent Hills P.T., Carl finds himself in a continuous looping hallway, learning about a past he’d long hidden from himself.

Scoped - A novella about a genderfluid assassin, Anson, who is hired to kill a business competitor, who’s already hired an assassin of his own to take out Anson’s employers.

The Thrall Incident - When their friend sells herself to a thrall rental agency for vampire consumption, Coryss, Nico, and Tali get involve with sorcerers and vampires and other monsters in order to get her back.

Westbrooke - Pen’s best friend, a paranormal journalist, goes missing when exploring the abandoned Westbrooke mall, making her follow him and find that the mall has come alive with a need for shoppers.

You can find me in other places too!

#writeblr intro #wip intro #transwriteblr #moodboard #writer intro #my god this took me over 2 hours

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fear0fdeathkeepsusalive · 5 years ago

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Slick

Tags: Definitely @musikat18 (because she is Lumberjack Wife) @yallneedtrek @bkwrm523 @bookcaseninja @annathewitch @sloth-lady-s

Summary: A part of the ‘Sticky’ series, ideas are from the Urban Shitposting Discord Group and written out by me.

Rating: M

I apologize for the very, very long wait. Gavin has not been playing along. I have tried several hundred times to write this chapter and he has been no help. This will be the last and final part of the Sticky series. Unfortunately it doesn’t follow the previous part “Stripped” in Gavin’s point of view. I couldn’t take the chance of loosing my muse again and never finishing this series of shorts. So here it is. I hope you all enjoy it - sorry that it’s probably not worth the extremely long wait.

*****

It was early, still dark outside as you opened the office with your key. The cool air nipped at your exposed legs; someone must have left the air conditioner running last night. Shuffling quickly to the alarm system you punched the code in before it could blare out in the much welcomed silence. You moved on auto pilot, turning on the computer at your desk, checking the fax machine and waking the coffee pot. The steady dripping on the brown bean flavored water set the mood for the morning. Everything was calm. You were calm. Or so you tried to keep telling yourself.

Smoothing the skirt you wore, you brushed off imaginary lint. Today to were having lunch with Gavin. Well not just Gavin. There was a wealthy investor that Gavin was meeting with today for lunch. Your handsome boss had asked you to come along, help him keep the files organized and be a witness to the signing of a contract. Naturally you dressed a little nicer than you normally would for work because of this meeting.

You continued through your morning routine, watering the plants, checking the emails and preparing a cup of coffee for Gavin. He would be in within the next ten minutes and would most likely need the caffeinated drink desperately. He was extremely stressed about this deal going through when he left work last night so he most likely didn’t sleep well.

Sighing, you got back to work. There was an order in and so you pulled out an order sheet and a pen to make up a chart for the delivery crew. Your clumsy fingers dropped the pen and it rolled under your desk. Groaning in annoyance you pushed your chair back to locate said pen. Dropping to the floor you reached out for the writing utensil that had made it all the way to the back of the desk.

Gavin stopped short as he entered the office. Y/N was crawling under the desk, booty sticking in the air as you rummaged around for a moment. He greedily soaked in the slight, a small wave of heat setting over his skin.

A victorious cry left Y/N’s lips as you suddenly sat up, forgetting you were under a desk and smashed your head. “Ow.” You cried as you quickly grabbed your head in your free hand. The other hand still gripped tightly around a pen. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

You must have heard him because you jumped and hit your head again. “Ow…” He winced and moved over to you. “Good morning Gavin.” You slid out from the desk, careful to not hit yourself a third time.

Gavin allowed his eyes to dance over your figure as you brush dirt off your exposed legs. “You look beautiful.” The words escaped his lips before he could catch them. He was pleased to see you smile up at him instead of being weirded out by his compliments. He really needed to reel it back in; he was your boss and lately his behavior hadn’t been very professional.

“Ready for the meeting?” You asked gently and he scoffed in return.

“Like hell I am. What if I fuck it all up and he backs down from the deal?” He ran a hand through his hair, giving it a disheveled look.

Your gently touch was sudden and he almost jumped as you grabbed his free hand. “Gavin,” Lord he could hear you say his name all day. “you're gonna do just fine. I'll be there with you if you need a buffer.”

He could have purred as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, making it fall back into place. “What would I do without you?” He mumbled.

“Probably cancel the lunch.” You gave him a cheeky smile and pushed him toward the coffee pot. “Now go have a cup and relax.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

It didn’t surprise you when the deal went rather well, the CEO of the partnering company bought them two rounds of drinks. Gavin toasted in delight and gave you a smile that you couldn’t help but return.

The CEO turned his attention to his briefcase on the floor and started to rummage around for the paperwork to sign. A warm hand landed on you knee and you jumped slightly before looking at Gavin.

He was smiling at you still before he leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “Thank you again for this, Y/N. You definitely have been a big help here." His hand squeezed your knee softly. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you." Chuckling softly you turned to him. “Oh I’m sure you’ll think of something.” You stated as you imagined coming into work the next morning to a small batch of cupcakes from his sister-in-law.

“I’m sure I will.”

The two of you froze. The tone of voice he used was highly suggestive, the words falling off his tongue in a purr. Immediately he tore his hand off your leg. The CEO found his paperwork just in time and slid it across the table.

The remainder of lunch was fine, but you could feel a little bit of tension between Gavin and yourself. You hated it.

With a copy of the deal in your hands the two of you made it back to his truck and sat in uncomfortable silence. Gavin’s fingers tapped rapidly on the steering wheel as he sighed a few times, as if he was for a loss of words.

You turned to talk to him - but the stress and anxiety was written all of his features. Instead you turned to look out your window, gazing at the mountains in the distance. Your mind kept wandering to the tone of voice he used, how warm it made you feel and also how it shocked you. You wished there was something you could do to make him feel better about it - you were sure he didn’t mean anything by it. It was most likely just a normal automatic response that he was used to saying. That thought made you feel even worse, now wondering who the lucky lady was.

Gavin parked the truck in front of the office and sat there for another moment before finally speaking to you. “You can go inside. I’ll be in shortly.”

You looked over at him, his eyes still glued to stare out the front window. Choosing not to respond verbally, you nodded you head and opened the door before heading inside.

He watched you walk to the building, your hips moving perfectly as you moved. “Damn it.” He groaned and hit the steering wheel. He needed to calm down and figure out the best way to apologize for what happened at the restaurant without making it too awkward.

He sighed loudly. It was now or never. Walking slowly to the building his mind raced with different scenarios of how this would go. Each one made him feel worse and worse. You sat at your desk as he walked into the room. A pen rested against your lips as concentrated on the work in front of you. Your tongue came out to wet your lips as you placed the pen on the sheet you were working on.

Something inside of him snapped and he decided that the choice was never, storming to his office he slammed the door shut and cursed loudly. Loud enough that he knew you heard as soon as it left his mouth.

A timid knock came rapping on his door, but you didn’t give him the chance to tell you to go away. Instead your body moved in quickly and closed the door. Guilt poured over him as your eyes stared at the floor. “Sir, I just wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?” Gavin moved closer to you, concerned.

“Well… I’m… I’m the reason your in a bad mood right? I did something wrong at lunch?” You sounded so unsure, but convinced that this was all your fault.

“What?” He questioned in a snap that caused you to look up.”

“Well, I -”

“How could you even think that?” He moved closer so that he was just a few steps away from you. “I’m mad at myself. What I did at lunch was highly inappropriate. You should be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad.”

“I know and that’s why I have to be mad at myself. I have to draw that line constantly with you and it frustrating.”

There was a paused moment. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t - don’t do that. It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.” His mind was racing, words tumbling out of his mouth.

“Neither did you.” You replied.

“But I did! I’m your boss. I shouldn’t be touching your leg, making suggestive comments, thinking about how badly I want to take you, making you moan for me.” He paused in his rant as he realized what he said while your eyes widened in shock. “FUCK!”

You winced as he yelled. “Gavin…” You couldn’t believe what he said.

“See, I can’t control myself around you - and I’m sorry.”

“Gavin-”

“I’m sorry I fucked this all up. I ruined our friendship-”

“Gavin-”

“...and I completely understand that you want to quit.”

“GAVIN!” You finally yelled over him. “Just shut up.”

And he did. The two of you stood there, just breathing for a few moments.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I’m sorry. I wouldn’t lie-”

“Not that.” You looked at him. “The other stuff.”

He looked ashamed. “Y/N - you’re beautiful, caring with the biggest heart. I couldn’t help but be attracted to you. And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be a good boss and control-”

“Prove it.” You stated confidently, the thought of him making a move on you had you feeling warm.

“Y/N - you don’t know what your asking for.”

“Gavin, prove it, or I’m walking out and never coming back.” You meant it.

He moved so he was right in front of you, his eyes searching your body for any signs of hesitancy. Slowly he lifted his hand and brought it to your face, cupping your cheek gently before leaning in. His nose pressed against you opposite cheek, breathing in your scent, before sighing against your lips. “Y/N…” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Gavin…” you murmured, closing your eyes while enjoying his gentle affections.

He sealed his lips on yours, pressing firmly for a few seconds and releasing them for a second and moving back in. He repeated these gentle kisses and you returned them. His free hand landed on you hip, holding you close but still with space between your bodies.

Your hands both slide up his chest to his shoulders, the kisses becoming more rapid as you pressed closer to his body. The two of you moving to the couch he often crashed on. Sitting down, he pulled you with him, your legs spreading over his hips as you sat in his lap.

“Yes…” You heard him whisper as he breathed desperately against your mouth. A shiver of arousal coursed through you and you were about to back off when his lips started attacking your skin, trailing down your jawline to your neck trailing slowly. Once every few kisses he skim his teeth softly against your neck.

He could feel shivers pass though your body at his simple touches - your fingers digging into his skin as if you were to explode at any moment if he stopped. “Y/N… can, can I have you?” He knew this was moving quickly, but he thought about this for so long. “I need you.” His hips rocked up against your heat causing your nails to bite into his skin. He was rewarded with a delicious moan as you unconsciously rocked against him, seeking the feeling it gave you.

Your eyes slid open, a purr escaping you as you rolled against his hard on before capturing his lips. “Yes…” You responded as you ended the kiss.

The second the word left your mouth, you were on your back laying on the couch. Gavin’s hands were pushing up your skirt to your hips as he removed the undergarment that was already slick with your juices. His eyes traveled up your body and his hands traveled down your legs. "I'm gonna make you feel good. Just relax, okay sweetheart."

You nodded your head, timidly and he smirked before trailing kisses up your legs, spreading them apart as he traveled up.

Once he reached your apex he wasted no time in denying you pleasure. The moans that escaped your mouth only encouraged him to continue. Reaching up with one hand he grabbed one of yours and laced your fingers with his.

His tongue dipped into you, collecting a scoop of your nectar as he drank greedily. He hummed in enjoyment, causing shocks of pleasure to shoot through you.

It didn't take long until you were a mumbling mess, biting your lip to quiet your screams as you came against his mouth.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt this good. You panted, trying to catch your breath as Gavin moved up your body. You welcomed the gentle weight as he rested atop you.

"Not done with you yet sugar."

He must had removed his pants while you were in a daze full recovery from your orgasm because you felt the tip of his head lining up at your entrance. "You ready?"

Nodding you reached up and buried your hands into his hair. With a very slow, deep and careful thrust he moaned at your tightness around him.

You couldn't help but respond with a gravelly moan of your own as he stretched into you. The pull back was just as deliciously torturous, stopping just before he pulled all the way before sinking back in.

He increased the speed at which your hips met and your couldn't suppress the sultry moan that feel from your lips. You couldn't think of anything except that this was exactly what you needed. You craved this.

Gavin swallowed your next moan in a steamy kiss that your returned with greedy fervor. You found yourself pushing his body away from yours, disconnecting your bodies completely before you pushed him down on the couch.

Gavin trembled and let out a hungry whine as you sank down on his cock. Rocking against him, you kept the movement at a slow and steady pace as you got accustomed to the new position, relishing the feeling of your walls gripping onto him with every thrust.

Increasing the speed of your hips you really began to fuck Gavin, his hips slammed up to meet yours as you came down. You cried out in ecstasy as he hit something inside you that made your whole body tingle.

Smirking up at you he angled himself to hit that spot over and over and over again. Urgency began to pump through your veins, your lower stomach already coiling and tighting as you drew closer and closer to your second orgasm. A familiar shiver ran through you before the dam broke, coming hard around Gavin's cock.

He continued, hands at your hips helping you rise and fall as you rode the waves of your release. Somehow he swamped your positions without withdrawing from your core.

Gavin was panting, sweat rolled down the small of his back. He buried a hand into your hair and pressed a kiss to your lips. "One more time baby, come for me just one more time."

It was amazing that you could have a third orgasm in such a short amount of time from your second, but you did. His hips slammed into one more time as he groaned into your mouth, releasing his seed.

The two of you laid there a moment, panting heavily as you came down from your highs. Eventually Gavin got up and ran into the bathroom attached to his office and ran some water.

He returned with a washcloth and with the utmost care, cleaned you gently of any sticky fluids. Pressing a gently kiss to your lips and smiled. "Let's take the rest of the day off and go take a nap." He suggested as he noted how exhausted you looked.

"Can't we just nap here?"

Gavin smiled and locked the door to his office so no one could come in the rest of the day.

The End

#Sticky series #Storyteller #GavinXOC #pete's dragon #Gavin #final part

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passionpluto · 5 years ago

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Premiere Nebula Modern AU Headcanons

(AKA how I think these future girls would act in 2019.)

Omega:

—Cartoon fangirl. Since her theme color is rainbow and she’s an artist, her faves would probably be the crazy colorful ones like She-Ra, Steven Universe, and MLP.

—Sells her art on the convention and Maker Faire circuit.

—Likes listening to indie music.

—Isn’t big on superheroes, but Stelle bought her a Thor jacket once for a gift exchange/secret Santa (kind of as a joke about her lightning powers), and she still wears it around a lot.

—Likes investigating urban legends, but isn’t quite as daring as the YouTubers who regularly go into abandoned buildings. (She may not be as easily scared as she was before the altering, but she’s still got anxiety, so like me, she’d be much too freaked out about getting caught.)

Valka:

—Watches true crime documentaries and claims she’s doing it for intel about how villains think. (Which is true, but she also wants to see if her case ever comes up, if people ever suspect one of the country’s major leaders of being the Manufacturer.)

—Likes tabletop games, especially if they’re strategy-based.

—Wears silly workout shirts, mainly because she thinks an athletic sun elemental wearing a “sun’s out guns out” shirt is the funniest thing ever. The other Nebula members understand that anything that gets their leader out of her trauma for a little bit is good, but still find it hard to take her seriously if she’s wearing one during briefing.

—Uses the “sparks joy”/“does not spark joy” meme incessantly, because her last name is Sparks and she secretly has a terrible sense of humor. Will instinctively say “this does not spark joy” in a tired voice whenever she’s disappointed.

—Because her younger sister Io loves anime, and because she has black hair and blue fire, she has been roped into cosplaying Dabi several times, often while Io cosplays as Todoroki. She was annoyed at first about this but realizes that this is probably the one time people get excited about seeing her use her powers. (“She did the thing! She did the thing!”) Plus, she actually doesn’t mind playing a villain once in a while.

—Definitely watches “mind game” anime like The Promised Neverland and Death Note.

Io:

—Was an unbearable hipster in her early teens.

—Probably owns at least three Jurassic Park T-shirts.

—Shitposter of the group.

—Was the one who got Valka hooked on true crime shows.

—Is currently the one trying to peer pressure Omega into exploring abandoned buildings.

—Likes YouTube amusement park documentaries, even though she’s only been to a few in her life because of the Manufacturer’s terrible parenting.

Xue:

—Definitely likes fairy-kei and Lolita fashion, and often looks at street fashion blogs for inspiration.

—Has successful managed to choreograph her ice magic to match Elsa’s in Let It Go. Is currently working on the other Frozen scenes in hopes of someday mastering the entire movie.

—Probably dresses up as Elsa for little kids, because she’s that good of a person. The kids love seeing an Elsa who actually has ice powers!

—Goes on advice blogs a lot and tries to help as many people as she can on them.

—Once got a “my shield doesn’t fit in my workout bag” novelty exercise shirt from Valka, and only wears it to be nice. (Needless to say, the Nebula gift exchange was a bust.)

Xing:

—That one YouTuber who exclusively does metal covers of non-metal songs.

—Secretly has an Instagram poetry account, where she writes under a pen name to preserve her “street cred.” (“It’s one thing to write your own songs—online poetry is not rock ‘n roll.”)

—Absolutely had an emo phase.

—Attempts to make a Nebula meme account along with Io. (Valka nixes the idea.)

—Overly aggressive Guardians of the Galaxy fan. (“If you try to tell me the Avengers are better one more time, Stelle, I will fight you.”)

Koto:

—Gets roped into joining the robotics team, and actually really likes it.

—Once ordered an absolutely massive mint chocolate shake (like the kind you see on food blogs), and regrets it immediately.

—Regularly gets in Internet fights with people who hate mint chocolate.

—Will talk your ear off about the similarities between Stormtroopers and military clones, and how the implications behind the fictional one tie into the treatment of the other, very real party.

—Likes Captain Marvel (because she reminds her of her girlfriend Stelle) and has a couple Captain Marvel T-shirts.

—Since Io likes anime in the modern AU, she would immediately see the resemblance between Koto and a gender-flipped Deku (green hair, freckles) and remark on it in battle. Once she watches the anime, she finds it’s pretty cool that they look alike. (And that the dark skin/green hair combo also makes her resemble Sailor Pluto.)

Stelle:

—Had (and probably still has) a DDR phase

—Really likes Captain America, because Winter Soldier was on TV when she was in the hospital, and she admired how he never gave up on Bucky in spite of his brainwashing. For a while, she wished she had someone like that in her life, until the Nebula members basically say “Koto’s right there, you idiot.”

—Would probably be the one to spam their page with mental health and trauma memes.

—Likes YA fantasy a lot, even the silly ones.

—Projects a lot onto fictional characters. (Particularly Bucky because of the whole “brainwashed assassin” situation, Captain Marvel because of the “fighting for the wrong side” situation, and Rapunzel because of the “kidnapped since infancy” situation.)

Kaine:

—Probably reads trashy romance novels.

—Absolutely mains Widowmaker. (I don’t even play Overwatch, and I know this. Sniper-type IRL, kinda goth, definitely a Widow main.)

—Teaches Stelle to play Widowmaker after she realizes how close their backstories are, and bonds with her over video games.

—Follows Gothic Lolita blogs, just like how Xue follows classic/sweet Lolita blogs.

—Likes horror movies, but doesn’t scare easily.

Phea:

—Has a beauty/social justice blog that isn’t really popular.

—Most of her popularity comes from her makeup videos, where she attempts increasingly weird and complex stage makeup designs. She’s the one who does Valka’s cosplay makeup for the Dabi costume.

—Is a big advocate for body positivity, and calls out every scam-endorsing celebrity she sees on Twitter.

—Is the type to bullet-journal every day out and make it as aesthetic as possible.

—Has mermaid-print everything.

#premiere nebula #writing #my post

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Yallneedtrek’s Writing Anniversary Challenge

Hi you guys! So, I’ve been wanting to host a writing challenge for a while, and now seems like a good time to do so. November 30th marks the 2 year anniversary of when I started posting my fanfiction, starting out with a whopping 649 words on this Charles Xavier fic. Things have changed since then, I’ve written a lot more and joined a few fandoms since then, made some friends, and all in all enjoyed my time here on tumblr.

So if anybody would like to join my writing challenge, here are some things to remember while entering/posting:

~To enter the writing challenge, you must send me an ASK with a character or ship, and AU, AND a prompt from the lists below. (If you send anonymously or have multiple blogs, make sure that I know which blog you will be posting on)

~All entries are due by November 30th, 2018. There is no cut-off date to enter the challenge, as long as you think you can finish, you can enter whenever. (I will post occasional reminders and tag everybody who signed up!)

~Characters/ships can be used multiple times, as can AUs, but prompts can only be used once.

~If there’s a character/ship not on the list but that belongs in my fandoms, you can message me if you’d like to write for them and get my okay!

~You can use any writing genre: fluff, smut, angst, whatever. I would prefer angst-y fics to end happily, though!

~Important! When posting, please include Warnings, Word Count, and a Summary. Also, add a “Read More” if your fic is over 400 words so we don’t clog up everybody’s dash!

~When posting your fic, tag my blog and use the tag #yallneedtrekwritingchallenge, and send the post to me directly to make sure that I’ve seen it. I will reblog all of the fics and add them all to a masterlist to be shared when all entries are posted!

Have fun writing, lovelies!

Characters and Ships - Choose one:

Star Trek-

Jim Kirk

McKirk

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Wonder Woman-

Steve Trevor

WonderTrev

Avengers-

Steve Rogers

Stucky

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Loki Odinson

Thor Odinson

Urban boys-

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Gavin Magary

Siberius Vaako

Black Hat

Eomer

John Kennex

Any Karl Urban character, really

Other-

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lance Tucker

Carter Baizen

Wynonna Earp

Doc Holliday

AU’s - Choose one:

Soulmate

Firefighter

Royal

Fake dating / fake married

Supernatural (any supernatural creature/phenomenon)

Neighbors

University / Fellow Professors

Artist

Flower Shop

Vikings

Called / texted the wrong number

Body Swap

Bartender

Motorcycle Club

Roadtrip

Book Shop / Library

Office

Coffee Shop

Arranged Marriage

Roommate

Writing Prompts - Choose one:

1. “But I’m not wearing pants”

2. “Why were you in a dumpster?”

3. “Just give me the ____ and nobody gets hurt”

4. “Lick me all you want, I’m not moving my hand”

5. “I did not kidnap you! I anything, I adult-snatched you.”

6. “Didn’t you ever stop and think that there’s a reason I’m here?”

7. “Next time you come in my room to scare me, try picking a better hiding spot than behind the curtains.”

8. “What do you suggest we do?”

9. “Are you okay? I’ve never seen you turn down food.”

10. “Are those my underwear?”

11. “Will you just stop talking?” “Make me.”

12. “Did you just make a joke?”

13. “And you say I’m the dramatic one”

14. “Don’t get your hopes up”

15. “Subtlety is not your strong suit”

16. “My mind does not immediately jump to murder. Oh who am I kidding, of course it does!”

17. “Do you smell something burning?”

18. “No you are not Batman, stop saying that!”

19. “If you don’t stop talking in song quotes, I swear I will end you”

20. “Who ever said that I hate you?”

21. “Who thought it was a good idea to give (him/her/them) coffee?”

22. “What is that incessant beeping?”

23. “Here, take my jacket”

24. “Say hello to your cat for me”

25. “Who are you talking to?”

26. “Stay, please”

27. “Are you dead?” “Yes.”

28. “Next time you need help, don’t come to me”

29. “Can anybody tell me why my house is on fire?!”

30. “Are you crying?” “No! Shut up.”

31. “Stop screaming, it’s just me.”

32. “Jealous is not a good look on you”

33. “Is my leg supposed to bend that way?”

34. “I would rather be stuck on a deserted island with literally anybody but you”

35. “If you get ‘Let it Go’ stuck in my head one more time, I will never speak to you again.”

36. “I am too tired to deal with your happy disposition today”

37. “That line was so cheesy, it hurts.”

38. “Can you not be sarcastic just for once?”

39. “I told you this was a bad idea”

40. “Do not throw up on me”

41. “I’m just gonna keep talking until you smile”

42. “If you’re trying to seduce me, I would reconsider.”

43. “Can I kiss you?”

44. “I must be going crazy”

45. “Do I spy a tattoo?”

46. “Am I turning into a vampire?”

47. “No, you cannot borrow my laptop! You remember what happened the last time.”

48. “Just hug me before I put someone’s head through a wall.”

49. “If you can’t tell, I am very angry.”

50. “Are those little unicorns on your boxers?”

51. “You dropped something”

52. “You must be new here”

53. “Can we watch movies and cuddle?”

54. “I love you, I hope you know that.”

55. “I need you to stop laughing and come help me”

56. “Next time, I pick the music.”

57. “Can I kill (them)?”

58. “If you can go one hour without talking, I will kiss you”

59. “Stop saying that”

60. “You’re ridiculous”

61. “I’d hate to ruin such a sweet moment, but we have to go.”

62. “Oh, I almost forgot you were here”

63. “Is it true what they say?”

64. “Is that what I think it is?”

65. “You’ve got no sense of self-preservation”

66. “You’re worrying me”

67. “Get away from me”

68. “Don’t say that”

69. “Sometimes I wish I never met you”

70. “Can you stop poking me?”

71. “Don’t tell me to calm down, you’re covered in blood!”

72. “Will you tell me a story?”

73. “There might be a small…large…dent in your car, but please don’t kill me, I can explain!”

74. “I just want to drink chocolate milk and take a nap.” “You are a grown adult.”

75. “Are you drunk?”

76. “It looks like there was a train wreck in here”

77. “You lost the bet, you know what that means”

78. “I shouldn’t be here.” “Then why are you?”

79. “I’m not going with you dressed like that”

80. “Who else is going to save you from yourself?”

81. “What kind of name is that?”

82. “That is a lot of- what even is that?”

83. “That doesn’t look like fun, it looks like a death trap”

84. “So this is what betrayal looks like”

85. “Who started the food fight?”

86. “What, my poetry isn’t good enough for you?” “You just recited Dr. Seuss.”

87. “I’ve been shot!” “Relax, it’s just a nerf bullet.”

88. “You’re trying too hard, you need to just relax.”

89. “You look like the poster-child for bad decisions”

90. “Could you be any more oblivious?”

91. “Shut your whore mouth”

92. “Say that to my face, you soggy piece of pizza”

93. “You are such a moldy shower curtain”

I really hope you guys have fun writing, and I’m looking forward to reading all of your amazing fics! If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send an ask. Love you all!

I’m adding everyone on my tag list and Urban Shitposting group just in case you want to join or signal boost!

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mad-girl-without-a-box @cd1242 @space-helen @izzy10718 @feelmyroarrrr @bookcaseninja @musikat18 @kickingitwithkirk @auduna-druitt @garnet-redtailedhero @bubblegum-star-trek @reading-in-moonlight @cuddlememerrick @loststarlight @fireboltrose7559 @lauuerodz @bkwrm523 @fearofdeathkeepsusalive @goingknowherewastaken @annathewitch @outside-the-government @queenmismatched @thefanficfaerie

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news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog · 6 years ago

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How a college meme group regained control after a hacker took it hostage

It's Troll Week on Mashable. Join us as we explore the good, the bad, and the ugly of internet trolling.

Facebook meme groups are the lifeblood of modern college culture. For one school, a power struggle between a hacker and shitposters became a bonding experience for a whole student body.

If there's anything that this generation of young people can do without fail, it's shitposting. In an surprisingly nuanced entry on Urban Dictionary, a user defines shitpost as "any content on the internet whose humor derives from its surreal nature and/or its lack of clear context." Differing from memes in that a meme's humor "comes from its repeatability," a shitpost's humor stems from its tendency to ridicule a situation by making something out of nothing.

The art of shitposting is best exemplified in this bizarre saga of an Iraqi hacker bent on obtaining passports, a college meme group held hostage for incomprehensible demands, and the girl whose tenacity for trolling reclaimed it.

SEE ALSO: The only good thing left on Facebook is private meme groups

What does Addman want anyway?

Berklee College of Music in Boston is a small school whose social culture, like many smaller academic institutions, is strengthened by memes. Its seminal Facebook group, Overheard at Berklee, functioned as a town hall for students to poke fun at the administration, promote their work, and share the most ridiculous snippets of conversation they overheard on campus.

Brendan Cornish, a current Berklee student who provided the screenshots of the group's shenanigans, calls Overheard a "huge part" of the school's culture.

"It lets off-campus students like me feel like a part of the community, and it helps everyone develop a sense of Berklee identity," he said over Facebook Messenger. "It's fun to have a shared sense of humor in what feels like an in-group."

But in March 2017, that all changed when one of the admins' Facebook accounts was hacked.

Image: screenshot courtesy of Brendan cornish

Under the compromised account, the hacker was able to remove all of Overheard's admin and moderation team, and establish himself as the sole controller of the group. He quickly changed the group's name to "The Iraq virus was here" in Arabic, according to Google Translate.

"Having difficulty telling if this was a move by the White House to make us live in fear or not," one member posted in the group. "Sad reacts," another member posted.

"People were confused because it's mostly a meme page," Berklee alum and active Overheard member Alejandro told me over a video chat. He asked to only be referred to by his first name. "And naturally most of the responses were just people A: Being confused, B: Making memes about it, which became considerably easier with the first thing that Addman said."

In his first public statement in his new digital domain, he announced, "I.m hacker. And. Hacked the addman."

Image: screenshot courtesy of brendan cornish

From then on, Overheard members referred to him as "Addman" or in some cases, "The Addman."

"Next thing you know, it's just shitposts. Everywhere," Alejandro said. "The entire group is flooded with memes. Flooded with memes about this mysterious hacker, flooded with people sending screenshots of them messaging him, and the hacker occasionally responding."

As people tried to figure out what the fuck was going on in their group, they inundated Overheard with offers for free grams of weed, jokes about alerting WikiLeaks, and attempts at sending Addman mixtapes.

Then he revealed what he hacked the group for: "Photo passport." In return for "passport English," he promised to "give you drub."

Image: screenshot courtesy of brendan cornish

Image: Screenshot courtesy of brendan cornish

That, of course, sparked a fresh wave of shitposts about what he meant by "drub." Some theorized that Addman had drastically misspelled "group," while others joked that he was offering drugs.

Students began coming up with conspiracy theories about Addman; some believed that it was an elaborate hoax by another Berklee student who was ambitiously trying to pull off the ultimate shitpost.

Sure that Addman was just another Berklee kid, Alejandro messaged the hacker.

"I thought it was fucking hilarious, I added the guy, sent him messages on Facebook," Alejandro said. "But I totally thought this was a fucking joke, and sent stuff to the guy. And then I went through the guy's profile and it had been there for a while. It was a real Iraqi guy."

Image: screenshot courtesy of alejandro

How one girl tried to save it

Amid the chaos, Berklee student Emma — who we'll refer to only by her first name — was concerned.

"I thought all of the memes that came out of it were funny," she said over Facebook Messenger. "But when he started deleting the other admins and changed the name I got a little worried. Everyone was just making light of this ridiculous situation."

She decided to take matters into her own hands, and messaged him: "Are you into kinky shit?"

"I figured nobody was going directly to the source of the memeage and I wanted to try my best to get the group back," Emma said.

Addman replied with his best attempt at sexting, messaging Emma gems like "Let's get your body up," and "Send me your picture in the bathroom to raise my appetite."

She replied with a photo of her foot haphazardly pointed in front of her shower. As Cornish writes in his Imgur album chronicling the wild chain of events, "it is still unclear if Addman's appetites were raised."

Image: screenshot courtesy of brendan cornish

"I thought the whole thing was such a joke," Emma said. "It was probably 1 a.m. and I was laying in bed being a troll, lol."

Addman, however, was determined to get his passport. His demands were unclear; at one point, he posted, "Hi I want Facebook account creation date2005 ... I will give you the group."

His grasp on the English language also seemed to improve with every post. An hour after demanding a Facebook account from 2005, he posted, "Hello, I want personalized photo IDs and passports in exchange for that I will return to you to download personal IDs or passports in the comments."

Who wouldn't risk some lighthearted identity fraud for adminship to a Facebook meme group?

Undeterred by the threat of never getting Overheard back, Berklee students responded with an onslaught of shitposts. Running with the classic trope of ripping off young creatives, one member even offered to pay Addman in exposure.

Image: screenshot courtesy of brendan cornish

Image: SCREENSHOT COURTESY OF BRENDAN CORNISH

"It's almost surreal," Alejandro said, still astonished that it all happened.

This whole situation is like a testament to shitposting itself. When presented with absurdism, why not respond with absurdism? If anything, the Overheard reaction to being hacked exemplifies the Millennial and Gen Z love for nihilistic humor — the world may be falling apart, but at least we can make jokes!

"This is just more new content," Alejandro agreed. "And new content lets you explore old memes and ideas that you couldn't before, so people are gonna jump on that immediately. It affected all of us because everyone's in that group, and it was so ripe for the picking."

"You saw all the regular Berklee joke subjects brought up, but adapted to the situation," Cornish concurred. "No one missed a beat."

Addman shuts it down

But Addman wasn't as entertained. He archived the group eight days after triumphantly gaining control, perhaps after being the target of constant trolling. Berklee kids made another Overheard group, but according to Emma, it "wasn't the same."

Image: shitpost courtesy of brendan cornish

"There were thousands of members in the in the original group," she said. "Alumni, current students, and even some staff. We didn't want to lose that as a community."

Although many former members resigned themselves to the new Overheard group, Emma was determined to regain control. While filling in friends who were out of the loop it hit her: They had to "give one last shot of getting the old group back." She redoubled on her efforts to message Addman, attempting to harangue him into making her an admin.

"He kept pushing for me to take off my clothes and send him pictures, but I wasn't having it so kept being like, 'Maybe after you do ME a favor and make me an admin with you," she said.

One of the friends who resolved to win back the group with her made a collage of Addman's best attempts at sexting. Gems include, "I have brought my head into my confusion," and "I am now a young man in your blades."

Image: connor mccoy/courtesy of emma

Emma played along — when he messaged her, "I want your body," she replied with: "I need your body, as long as you got me, you don't need nobody."

Berklee vs. Berkeley

It seemed like Addman, like many people, confused Berklee for the larger, more well-known University of California, Berkeley. That mix up in itself is a meme within the Berklee community — at the beginning of every summer, incoming Berklee freshmen try to join the UC Berkeley Facebook group, Emma explained.

Knowing that Addman was clueless about what school he was hacking made it infinitely more funny. In the end, it wasn't the sexting or the shower foot photo that got Addman to relinquish. Instead, Emma promised to add him to an actual UC Berkeley Facebook group.

"Music school breeds some trolls," she said.

In September 2017, months after declaring Overheard Berklee his, Addman made Emma an admin. She unarchived the group, restoring balance to the school's culture.

"Thanks four addind my love Emma," Addman posted in UC Berkeley's Class of 2019 group after she added him, passing him off to another college Facebook group to deal with.

Although Addman promptly unfriended everyone from Berklee and left Overheard, his reputation and impact on the school's lore lives on.

"You could almost do a BC and AD split with before Addman and after," Cornish reflected. "The whole thing kept me up until 4 a.m. that night, and whether this is pathetic or not, was one of my most fun Berklee memories."

Who was Addman anyway?

There's something beautiful about how cemented college social interactions are in meme culture; no matter how cliquey or divisive a class may be, an opportunity to make memes will bring them together in a way that administration-sponsored orientation events can't. On a larger scale, it hints at just how sardonic this generation is. Who can resist a good shitpost, even in times of crisis?

More than a year after the incident, Overheard at Berklee and its spinoff group have been untouched by foreign hackers in search of passports. But one question still lingers: Who was trolling who? Was Addman the real puppet master in all of this, playing the Berklee kids like marionettes?

"I don't know how in on the joke he was," Alejandro wondered about Addman. "I don't know if he was serious, or if he was doing this just to fuck with some dumb college students? I don't know if he was just trying to have a laugh."

Addman appears to be living his best life as well — in May, he changed his profile picture to a saturated selfie of him wearing a snazzy maroon vest. But he hasn't stopped in quest for passports. When I messaged him for a comment on this story, he responded in typical Addman fashion.

"Do you want to group," he asked. "I want to get a passport and return you svez group."

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NSFW Alphabet - John Grimm

A/N: Created with @bkwrm523, @annathewitch, @yallneedtrek, and @musikat18

(My screenshot. Please don’t use without my permission.)

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

He’s very cuddly.

Butterfly kisses.

First he checks to make sure you’re okay, if you need anything. Then he just wants to hold you.

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

His favorite body part is between your legs.

And the tops of your thighs.

On him, his gun (both literally and figuratively).

His arms, and his scruff (because of what it does to you).

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

He likes cum play.

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

He’s bi or pan, but didn’t want his squad to find out. Because he knows they’d be assholes about it.

Loves it when you use his rank in bed, or call him Reaper.

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

Yes.

Very.

With multiple genders.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

When you sit on his face.

When he can sling your legs on his shoulders.

You riding him.

When you’re on all fours.

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

Won’t really initiate it.

But he’ll love it if you make him laugh.

Loves your laugh.

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

He does stay pretty well shaved down there.

But inconsistently.

He just doesn’t always have time or facilities when he’s on the job.

He’ll trim or shave when he can, but it’s not the end of the world if he doesn’t.

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

SCARED AF.

Thinks he’s gonna mess it up.

Soft boi™.

A little afraid to let you close because of his past traumas.

But when he does, he’s the sweetest.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yes.

Much.

He’s away from you a lot, and he misses you.

He has a recording of your moans during sex that he listens to when he’s away.

K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)

He keeps a picture of you when he’s away on missions wearing a piece of his uniform. One of his shirts, or his dress blues, hat, and nothing else.

Loves the thrill of almost getting caught.

Calling him his rank.

Calling him Reaper.

Bondage - on you. Not on him.

He’s a dom. Might be willing to sub, but you’d have to be very careful with our Soft Boi™. He’d easily get anxiety attacks while sub-ing.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His bunk. The one in the room with all the other guys’ bunks (while they aren’t there, obviously).

Closets, occasionally. Not so much.

Outdoors.

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

Your moans.

You in vintage pin-up stuffs.

When you don’t wear panties.

You in a skirt - easy access.

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

Bondage on him - he gets anxiety about it.

Small spaces.

Doesn’t like to be out of control.

Sex in public, unless it’s a secluded place outside.

Locker room talk.

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

LOVES giving oral. It’s his favorite thing.

Prefers giving to receiving .

LOVES making you squirt.

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

Hard and fast.

Super thrusting.

Hard enough to literally break the bed.

Slow, hard, deep thrusts.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

Yes.

Not in small spaces though.

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

Some, yes. As long as it doesn’t push his boundaries.

He needs a safe word, though.

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

All the stamina. He’s got superpowers.

His refresh rate is pretty fast, and he can go a lot longer than you can.

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

Doesn’t have any himself.

But doesn’t mind using them.

Doesn’t really care one way or the other; it’s up to you if you guys use them.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’ll edge you during oral.

Otherwise doesn’t really like it, though. Makes him uncomfortable.

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

Loud. He’s loud, he likes you to be loud.

Likes to see how loud he can make you.

Another reason he doesn’t like public sex.

Lots of grunts from him. Growling, and swearing.

Orgasms are more powerful for him after the serum, so it makes him super loud when he comes.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

The first time he had sex after the serum, he passed out. Still happens sometimes.

One time you both passed out. You woke up with his face buried in your pelvis, his arms wrapped around your hips.

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

Long and thick. He was already impressive before the serum. Now, he’s huge.

Superdick.

Curves slightly upwards when erect.

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

High, thanks to the serum.

He’s almost always ready to go.

Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very. He gets insomnia, so he’s often gonna be up after you.

Except for the times he passes out when he comes.

#lemons #john grimm x reader #john grimm/reader #reaper x reader #reaper/reader #doom #the urban shitposting group writes

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ninja-hamsterstyle · 6 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Gavin Magary

A/N: Requested by anonymous and created by @bkwrm523, @annathewitch, @yallneedtrek, @musikat18, and myself.

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

Gavin is cuddly after sex. He likes to lay on his back with you curled up into his side, your head on his chest as he kisses your head and traces lazy patterns up and down your back.

In the morning he’ll make breakfast for you.

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

His favorite body part of yours is your stomach and your thighs. He loves to worship those areas.

If you asked him what his favorite body part of his own was, he would say his arms and shoulders, but secretly it’s his ass.

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

He just prefers to cum to inside of you. He loves the feeling of it, the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his orgasm out of him.

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

It’s a secret between you and Gavin that when he asks you if you want to “go for a drive”, he’s asking if you want to go up in the woods in his truck, make out and then have you ride him. He also loves to bend you over the hood. And having you lay on your back on the tailgate with your ass hanging over the edge while he eats you out.

Basically, he just loves fucking in, on, and around his truck.

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

Gavin is fairly experienced. He definitely knows what he’s doing between the sheets.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

His position is spooning. It’s perfect for hip thrusting, holding your hands above your head, reaching around and grabbing your boobs…

It’s also perfect for stroking your stomach and thighs.

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

Gavin is more serious in the moment, but he’ll laugh with you if you find something funny. And the two of you are both giggly if you’re tipsy.

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

His hair down there is just as floofy as the hair on his head. He trims it a little bit to make his dick look bigger and he has a cute little trail of hair leading down from his belly button.

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

Gavin is a closet romantic. You wouldn’t think it, but once you’re dating, he’s very sweet.

He’s really focused on you in the moment. He loves to hold you close and whisper about how beautiful you are and how good you feel to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he wasn’t with you, Gavin used to jack off pretty often. He still does it occasionally when you’re not with him. He’ll sprawl out on the bed, or lean against the wall in the shower, thinking of you as he strokes slowly over the base of his cock, swipes his thumb over the sensitive head...

K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)

Aside from the forest sex and fucking-in-his-truck kink? He has a bit of a hair-pulling kink - he likes it when you run your fingers through his hair and tug it. He likes light bondage - both giving and receiving. He also has a worshipping kink; he likes to worship your body and loves it when you’re vocal.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’ll fuck you anywhere.

In the forest, in his truck, ON his truck, in his bed, in the shower, by the lake, on the porch swing. Everywhere he can.

The better question is where doesn’t he want to fuck you?

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

You.

In a corset and stockings.

Pre-shower.

Mid-shower.

Post-shower.

In daisy dukes, and a plaid shirt tied up under your boobs.

Playing with his hair.

Telling him his ass looks sexy.

Smacking his ass.

Smacking your ass.

So many things.

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

Anything that could potentially harm you, bloodplay, knifeplay, choking, degrading dirty talk.

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

All guys like receiving to extant and Gavin is no exception. He’s not going to demand it from you, but he gets happy when you start moving south.

He does insist that you receive regularly, though. He loves hearing the sounds you make when his head is buried between your legs and he loves the access he has to your thighs.

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

Slow rolls of his hips alternated with quick deep thrusts, bringing you to the edge a few times before he actually lets you come. He likes to take his time when he can.

In the shower, or during quickies, he likes it fast and rough. He especially enjoys it when you ride him hard in the back of his truck.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

Look above. Gavin loves quickies. He loves fast pace of it, the thrill of the possibility of being caught.

The two of you have them quite often...

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

See above again. He definitely takes risks. He especially loves the thought of being caught. He won’t take risks with your health or your safety, though.

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

So much stamina. He can make you orgasm a few times before he cums himself. He can go at least two rounds, maybe three. And that doesn’t count the one in the middle of the night.

You’re always worn out before he is.

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

Gavin owns one vibrator that he loves to use on you. He also likes to make use of household objects (ex, the showerhead, his utility belt to tie you up).

He also has a fleshlight for himself.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Tease? Does he like to tease?

Yes, he definitely does.

He nibbles and sucks at your stomach and thighs until your half-mad with pleasure, until your eyes roll back in your head and you can’t even think to beg for mercy.

He’s not a fan of being on the receiving end though.

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

Loud at home, reduced to grunting and growling in the woods.

Encouragements, praises, growls whispering how amazing you are.

He also likes to make sure you’re just as loud as him.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

He loves making out.

He calls you darlin’.

He does an AWESOME Magic Mike striptease.

He loves dry humping.

(Okay, so this was more than one headcanon. Everyone had a good answer)

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

Long as fuck and thick as fuck.

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

So fucking high. He’s ready to go anytime, anywhere.

Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep a little bit after you do, you tucked into his side. And he’s out like a log when he falls asleep.

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Kinktober, Day One

A/N: Hi! Welcome to the first ever “Alex writes like a maniac every day for a month” fest! This first ficlet was requested by @annathewitch! Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Vascar x reader

Kink: Body Worship

Words: 1,124

Warnings: Lead up to smut? Vascar is a teasing little shit? The reader is a little body shy. Mentions of stretch marks (I tried to make this with a chubby reader in mind, but I’m not quite sure how well I did).

A/N, pt.2: I’ll be using my normal taglists for this, but if anybody’s interested, I can set up a taglist just for Kinktober as well, so you can be notified when I post a new fic for the event.

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"Ca-can I touch you?"

The words were soft, hesitant, and if he hadn't been standing so close, you might not have heard him.

A smile curved your lips. "Of you can, darling," You replied just as quietly.

It took him a minute, two minutes, three before he finally worked up the nerve to place his hand on the outside of your thigh, just below your hip. His skin was cool to the touch and his fingers were clenching and unclenching just the slightest bit, like he was unsure if he be touching you there. You put your hand over his, silently trying to encourage him.

He placed his other hand on your other thigh and you placed your other hand over that one. A moment passed and he hesitantly stepped closer, so that his bare chest was pressed against your back.

You leaned back into him, tilting your head onto his shoulder so you could see his face. You expected him to look nervous and he did, but there was also an expression of awe on his face, one that you'd only seen a handful of times before.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered.

Your smile grew and you craned your neck a little further so you could kiss the corner of his jaw. Coming from him, the compliment meant so much to you.

As your lips left his skin, he started moving his hands. Slowly, so slowly, he slid them up your thighs. A soft noise bubbled in his throat when he touched the lace of your panties. At the top of them, he dipped his fingers the tiniest bit under the hem, just enough to sweep across the skin underneath. It was your turn to let out a soft noise.

You kept your hands over his as they paused for a minute before sliding under your shirt. With the lightest touches, he explored the soft skin of your abdomen. His fingers traced your curves and edges. His index finger briefly dipped into your navel. You felt your cheeks heat up when he spent a little more time running his hands over your stretchmarks and you subtly tried to shift his hands away. Unfortunately, it didn't escape his notice.

"Y/N," He murmured.

"Vascar," You murmured back, hoping to maybe distract him somehow.

It didn't work.

He turned his head and pressed a long-lasting kiss to your temple. You felt his lips move when he spoke again. "Do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?"

"Stretchmarks aren't beautiful," You insisted.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

The heat in your cheeks turned hotter and then flooded to the rest of your face as he gently, reverently traced each of your stretchmarks with the tips of his fingers. You tried again to shift his hands away with your own, but somehow ended finding your fingers trapped between his. An involuntary shiver ran up your spine.

Eventually (finally), his hands slid up further, out of reach of the stretchmarks. You couldn't hide your sigh of relief. There was a huff of air against the side of your head and you realized he was chuckling.

Before you could come up with some sort of sarcastic remark, his hands coming across your chest. His thumbs swept under your breasts, stroking the smooth skin there over and over.

The sensation took you by surprise and your breath caught in your throat. You leaned more of your weight against him, your hands tightening over his.

Vascar smiled wickedly and kissed your temple once more. His hands slowed down again, stroking over the sensitive skin of your breasts, all the while carefully avoiding your nipples. And as he touched you, he carefully nudged you forward. Towards the bed.

You jumped when the fronts of your legs touched hit the side of the bed and opened your eyes (when did you close them anyway?) to look up at Vascar. A squeak escaped you when you saw the evil smile, the dark twinkle in his eyes.

Fast, faster than your brain could process, he spun you to face him and laid you on your back in the middle of the bed. Before you could blink, he was there too, crawling up over you.

"Raise your arms, doll," He said, still wearing that wicked smile. You did and he stripped your shirt off you and tossed somewhere over the edge of the bed. Then his lips were on yours, soft yet demanding. You grasped his shoulders, using them as leverage to pull yourself up and kiss him back just as intensely.

Then his hands were on your breasts again, traveling the same path as moments before.

Only this time he didn't avoid touching your nipples.

You broke the kiss, a choked sound escaping your lips at the feel of his fingers pinching, twisting. You tossed your head back against the mattress and Vascar wasted no time in taking advantage of it. His mouth was at the edge of yours, the corner of your jaw, the hollow under your ear. He kissed his way across your neck and chest, pausing to take a little extra time at your most sensitive spots, making you release more sounds you didn't know you were capable of making. Almost before you realized it, his mouth was blazing a trail across one of your breasts. In no time at all, it was taking replacing the fingers at your nipple.

"Vascar!" You gasped when you felt the wet heat of his mouth cover your nipple. You raised your head to look at him, but as soon as it left the mattress, it was hitting it again. Your eyes closed of their own accord as his teeth and tongue started giving you the most exquisite of sensations.

He lingered there for while, then switched to your other breast and gave it the same attention. When he finally moved away from your breasts, you chest was heaving and you were whimpering.

His lips followed the same his fingers did in reverse. Blood rushed in your cheeks when he kissed each of your stretchmarks, but you didn't say anything. Then he was at your panties and instead of removing them, he mouthed at your hips through the thin fabric. You grasped at the sheets beneath you, but he didn't stay there long. Somehow, he managed to suck on your clit for the briefest of moments, making you moan and cry out before moving like the teasing bastard he was. You lifted your hips, trying to follow his mouth, but he placed a firm hand between your hips, effectively pinning you down.

"Vascar," You whimpered as he kissed the tops of your thighs, "please."

"Patience, doll," He murmured. "I'm just getting started."

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