#they can also explore all the flavours of sex that they want to now that they have found their safe person

[temporal-discounting]

If you think you saw me in the cereal aisle sobbing over how Ed and Stede finally have the chance to enjoy tender, loving sex for the first time in their lives.... no, you didn't.

[tiredmamaissy]

Non-Unrequited Love: Part II

Read Part I, Part III & Special Ep. I here. (Links are also below)

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak Sully (18) x Omatikaya Reader (18)

Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, profanity, foreplay, oral sex, lo'ak in rut

Word count: 3.8k

Authors Note: enjoy!

Synopsis: Now that you're lo'aks mate, you calm him during his rut.

Previously on, Non-Unrequited Love:

...’Now we are mated, before Eywa.’ Your chest gets hot.

‘For life.’ His leans in and kisses you passionately...

You are yet again exploring his mouth with your tongue, but this time with a little more experience. He’s grabbing you by the waist and manhandling your hips, pulling you as close to him as he can. You can feel the urgency in his touch, his hands searching each inch of your untouched, unfucked body, eager to make it his.

You’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, panting, and gasping for air, while you search each other’s bodies clumsily. There is so much to explore, and so much to learn about one another.

“Lo’ak, touch me here” you bring his hand to your breasts, “it felt good when you did it earlier”.

His hands fumble with the thin cloth covering your breasts, eagerly trying to unknot it. Out of frustration, he rips the cloth down the middle, exposing your aroused breasts. It’s the first time that he’s seeing you naked like this. He stares longingly at your chest, admiring the different textures and colours before him.

“I said touch them, not burn holes into them” you cover them with your hands, feeling shy.

“Why are you hiding? You’re beautiful.” He says, gently pulling your arms away from your chest.

Can I taste them? he looks at you through faded eyes, kneeling slowly.

You’re so out of it. You smile, bringing his head to your left breast. His lips part slightly, blowing hot air on to your breast, making your nipple even harder. You guide his open mouth to your nipple. When he takes it into his mouth, you can’t help but moan.

“Ngh!” He sucks your breast harshly, succumbing to the urges of his rut. “Ah! Gently...” you hiss.

He looks up at you, with reptilian eyes and unlatches. He wipes his mouth, and mumbles through pursed lips “Sorry”. You look at your breast to see a rounded bruise-like mark left on your areola - a hickey, bright and pink, with small red dots. 

You smile at him, reassuring him with your eyes that it is okay. “Now, this one” you say, nudging his head over to your other nipple.

He starts by licking your nipple with the tip of his tongue, listening to your breath to know what feels good. He slowly takes you into his mouth, and suckles awkwardly, trying to find a good pace and rhythm. His quick sucks send small shocks throughout your breast, making you take a sharp breath.

“Feel good?” he mumbles between sucks, drunk off the flavour of your skin.

“Yes” you close your eyes tightly, “f-feels great”.

You pull his head closer to your breast, gripping his braids tightly. He sucks rhythmically, occasionally tickling the most sensitive part of your nipple with his tastebuds. You feel his hand slide slowly against the soft flesh between your thighs, rubbing it as gently as he can. Your loincloth is soaked, wetting his fingers that fondle you innocently.

Surprised by his glossy fingers, he pulls away from your breast, his mouth making a popping noise, and moans “Shit. You’re soaking wet, y/n”. He smells his fingers eagerly, trying to pick up your scent.

Soo good. He sniffs your natural scent once again, holding his breath to savour it.

“I want to taste here, too” He pleads, fiddling with the knot on your undergarments, making his way down your body.

Jeez, Lo’ak. You blush, slightly humiliated.

Placing your hands gently on his jaw, you pull him back up to you, and plant kisses all over his face. These kisses morph into your flushed cheeks caressing one another, cherishing the smoothness of each other’s skin. You work your way back to his wet lips, covered in saliva from suckling at your breast, and kiss him sloppily.

Your hand falls down to his crotch, feeling the warmth of the bulge in his loincloth. His quick pants turn into groans as you rub against the imprint of his cock.

“It’s so thick...and stiff.” You whisper, between frantic kisses.

He breaks the kiss, peering down at your hand fondling his bulge. His face stains pink, as your touch feels so, so good. You slide your hand into his loincloth, and his head slowly dips back while squeezing his eyes shut.

“Nggh... y/n.” he pants, rubbing himself against the palm of your hand.

You see your chance to take advantage of his exposed neck, sucking on it harshly, leaving behind the same marks that are on your breasts. You feel his swollen head, resembling that of a mushroom in shape, pulsating in your hand.

The pressure in your chest builds, and you feel a new feeling in your own pelvis growing. You struggle with the knot of his loincloth, eager to free his throbbing cock.

Easy, pretty girl. He holds your shaky hands.

“Look at us, two na’vi, in a jungle, all alone” he smirks, helping you unknot it.

You watch as it flips up, hitting his stomach, leaving a wet spot behind. Your eyes bulge at the sight of it. It’s so much bigger than you had imagined - than in the filthy dreams you’ve had of him. He notices the shock on your face, “didn’t think I’d be so big?” he lets out a breathless laugh.

Your eyes fall to your feet, realizing that you’ve been staring too long. “Why do you smell like the rain?” you change the subject, shyly.

It’s my pheromone. You can smell it because I’m in rut.

You smell good. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

He bucks his hips slightly, reacting to the firm grasp on his member. He slides his knee between your legs, using it to put pressure against your slit as he kneads your breast. You find yourself humping slightly against his leg, breathing heavily into his neck.

“I want to taste you too” you say desperately, now stroking his entire length.

Losing control by the second, Lo’ak shakes his head. “Soon, mate. Hold on a little longer.” He kisses your neck, sucking on it lightly, trying his hardest to cherish this moment as himself. He swiftly replaces his knee with his hand, rubbing circles in your soft, most vulnerable area.

“Mmnhh” you purr into his ear, trying to keep your moans to a minimum.

He moves your loincloth to the side and feels your wet, hot slit, “you’re so warm, here.” He mumbles between kisses. “So slippery, and wet.” He pants hot breaths onto your neck. He moves his fingers towards the top of your slit, gently rubbing your swollen clit. “All because of me?” he nibbles on your collarbone.

A strange feeling builds in your chest, getting more and more intense the longer he rubs you “Mmh! Yes!” you whine, stroking his cock even faster.

He works his way back up to your lips, kissing them ravenously. You feel him getting rougher, and more insistent with his movements. He inserts his middle finger inside of you, hooking it upwards to massage the spongey part of your heat. The pressure building in your chest overpowers the slight sting from his rough fingering. A loud moan escapes your mouth, as you grind your pelvis onto his hand.

Soon his massages turn into thrusts, his body language driven by his impulses. “I want to be inside of you so badly, y/n” he growls deeply into your ear, humping into your hand that grips his cock.

“So, fuck me Lo’ak.” You demand, surprising him and yourself by your lewd words. The feeling in your chest is so overwhelming you feel like you’re about to implode.

Without warning, he roughly withdraws his finger from you and pushes you away from him, breaking tsaheylu. He looks at his feet, panting heavily. “It is time.”

“Time for what?” you huff, somewhat frustrated that he stopped so soon.

“Remember when I said to do as I say? It’s time to tie me up.” eyes still locked on his feet.

You’re shocked by his suggestion. “Tie you up? Is that a kink of yours or something?” you ask, staring at his cock that dangles freely between his thighs.

“’Tis not that.” he peers at you through his brows, restraint plastered on his face. “Ha... Ha” he pants, “I - I’m gonna lose it.” His cock twitches when the words come out of his mouth.  

 He crouches suddenly and searches his bag in a hurry. He hands you a long rope. “Tie my hands behind my back, and then secure it to that root over there.” He motions to a large root, jutting out of the soil, making a small arch way next to the lake.

You nod, understanding his request. You crouch and shuffle behind him, tying his wrists together with shaky hands. After tying the knot, you decide it would be a good idea to double knot it.

“Ssst!” he hisses, “Too tight.”

You loosen it slightly, “Sorry Lo’. Can’t have you getting loose, can we?” you grin, enjoying this a little too much.

“Hurry...” he moans.

His soft noises bring you back to reality. You lead him like a direhorse to the root jutting out by the lake and help him sit. “Are you sure you want me to tie you up like this?”  you ask, concerned for his comfort.

“Just do it.” He growls.

The depth of his voice frightens you, making you obey his order. You tie him tightly to the root and kneel before him.

“Just do as I say...” he gazes up at you. “...and I won’t end up hurting you.”

You can see how badly he’s trying to restrain himself from completely slipping under his trance. “Okay, my mate.”

“Good girl. Now lay in front of me, and spread your legs.” he commands.

You raise an eyebrow and widen your eyes; the way he says these words makes your heart skip a beat. You shyly obey him. You lie flat on the ground in front of him, and open your legs, exposing yourself to him.

You lift your head and see that he too has his legs open, his hung cock freely brushing against his thigh, and his hands tied behind his back. His head is tilted downwards, allowing a few of his braids to hang in front of his eyes, which are staring immensely at the sight before him.

Oh, Great Mother. You think, as you witness his cock grow, getting harder and harder, leaving his thigh, and laying against his stomach.

Shit. He realizes that you can see him get excited just from looking.

You both stare at the erotic sight in front of you.  

“Don’t stare... Lo’” you close your legs a little, feeling timid.

“’tis more beautiful than I’ve been imagining” he murmurs, mesmerized.

You blush, opening your legs even wider than before, exposing your dripping slit. Knowing that you’ve been the one he pictures while spending his time here on this island alone makes you feel overly confident.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, “Now, put your finger inside of you, just like I did”.

You insert your finger inside of you and pump it in and out. It doesn’t really feel all too great, no where near like it did when Lo’ak did it. He could see that you weren’t really enjoying it.

“Is it hurting?” he watches you, his stiff cock aching.

“It doesn’t feel the same. Can’t you do it?” you huff, shifting your hips to the side.

“Calm. You must be stretched. I will please you soon” He growls, “have you really never pleasured yourself before?”.

“Not really…” you whine quietly, feeling flustered.

“Bend your finger upwards” his eyes fall directly on your slit, you hook your finger up, and jolt from the pressure in your bladder.

“That’s it, pretty. Feel that spongey part?” he asks, raising his brows.

“Ngh.. yes.” You squeal, feeling the same strange sensation build in your chest.

“Tell me how it feels” Lo’ak pants, heavy eyed.

“It feels... weird.” You moan softly.

“Now, move your finger and your hand at the same time.” He breathes, getting more excited by the second.

You move your hand up and down, massaging your sweet spot. The feeling in your chest starts burning, “Lo’ak!” you moan loudly, curling your toes inwards.

“Yes, that’s it. Moan my name until you cum.” He’s grinding into the air.

“Oh, Lo’ak... I don’t know, I don’t know...” you mumble, focusing on the sensation.

“Add in another finger when you feel ready.” He instructs huskily, intensely watching the erotic sight in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to break out of his constraints and help you – no, fuck you.

You thrust your finger inside of you, making circles into the spongey part of your heat, watching your mate stare at you longingly, nibbling on his bottom lip. There’s something about having Lo’ak watch you do this that turned you on even more.

As more and more slick starts flowing from you, you plunge another digit deep inside of you. Finally getting the hang of it, you start grinding into your hand, watching your mate buck his hips.

“Ugh! Lo’ak... It feels so – so weird!” the strange feeling is getting more and more intense; it feels like you’re about to burst. Knots form in in your lower stomach, and your chest feels like it’s on fire. “ngh... Lo’ak, what’s happening? I feel like I, I- ngh!”

“Say it.” He growls. He feels like he’s going to cum just from watching you go over the edge. He’s never been this excited before and being in rut just made it even more intense.

“I – I don’t know! I feel like I’m gonna explode...” you whimper, your walls clench around your fingers.

“You are going to cum. Say it.” He pants heavily. Strings of precum are dripping from the slit of his pulsating cockhead onto the ground, making a small pool of his slick.

Your moans pierce the air as you hump your fingers eagerly, chasing your first orgasm. “Ah! Hah! Ah... Oh! Oh, fuck!” the knots in your stomach pop, and the fiery sensation in your chest runs down your spine and out your slit.

“Say it!” he demands, head tilted back slightly, looking down at you.

“I’m cumming, Lo’ak!” you cry loudly, listening to your hand slap against your skin.

“Let it out. Cum for me.” He commands. His cock is moving from throbbing so badly. You force your fingers out of you as your body convulses, and your cunt pulsates uncontrollably. With shaky legs, you dip your head back in ecstasy, gasping for air.

“Shit, y/n.” seeing you cum like this sends him into a fit, bucking his hips into the air, his cock dying for friction.

“That was... amazing. I’ve never felt that way before, I –” you down at your mate, to see that he’s completely wet, covered in your juices. You look at him, dumbfounded, to see that he’s in complete and utter bliss. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that I could do that” your face turns purple.

“Come here. I want to taste you.” He says between breaths.

Wide eyed you stare at him, he’s still slightly rutting into nothing, his cock, twitching for attention. You creep towards him, kneeling in between his legs with your tail curled around resting on your thigh. 

“Put your fingers in my mouth.” He demands. 

You take your wet fingers and slide them slowly into his mouth. He sucks, and swallows. He pulls back “it’s… sweet.” He looks up at you with siren eyes, “I want you to come in my mouth”.

The lewd words coming out of his mouth made your heart sink and your tail sway, accidentally brushing against his cock. 

He whimpers at the slight touch of your soft tail, caressing his bulging head. 

“Turn around and bend over, now.” he becomes more demanding as his slips further into the fog.

You turn your back to him, and bend over.

“Good girl. Now, back up and put your sweet, sweet pussy in my mouth.”

Much like you’re in a trance yourself, you follow his orders like a good little girl, slowly creeping back until you feel his warm, wet tongue press against your cunt. Your face gets hot as your now staring down at his raging cock, which is begging for attention.

He laps up your juices greedily, parting your lips with his tongue. It was like he was kissing your pussy, sucking on your clit and gulping the juices that flow out of you. You look underneath you and see that slick is dripping down his chin, onto his neck, as he eats hungrily.

The feeling is like no other. The bean at the top of your slit heats up, as he rubs it side to side with the flat of his tongue. Suddenly, it’s like his body knows what to do once slipping into the thick of his rut. It feels too good. It feels like when you first came, but this feeling is rawer and more sensitive.

You find yourself whining in circles on his tongue, chasing yet another orgasm, holding onto his knees tightly. Now at the height of his rut, he bucks his hips instinctively, unintentionally brushing against your cheek. He lets out a guttural moan, his cock finally thrusting against something other than air.  

Feeling sorry for his swollen cock, you take it into your warm mouth, and caress the underside of his head with your tongue. Surprised by the pleasure, he thrusts harshly, pushing his cock even deeper inside of your mouth. You let muffled moans vibrate through your nose, as you will yourself to take as much of him as you can into your throat. Lo’ak lets out a loud groan, already nearing his peak.

“Mmmh! Mmnhh!” he whimpers as you take in even more of his shaft, your eyes fill with tears.

He picks up speed, moving his head side to side in hopes of sending you over the edge before he does. You can’t even form a coherent thought, you’re too focused on making him cum first to pay attention to the burning sensation building in your pelvis. Instead, you bobble your head up and down his length, sucking as much as you can.

“Ugh! Mmmnnh!” he groans into your cunt. Just as you feel like you’re winning, he forcefully shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You can feel it pulsate, spurting warm, thick cum down your throat. You stop moving, allowing your mate to empty his seed down your throat.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” he moans, pulling away from your dripping pussy, his head dipping back in exhilaration.

You swallow loudly, gulping down his huge load. You sit up and wipe your mouth, looking at his cock between your legs, which is still throbbing and rock-hard. You glance back at him, and the look on his face you’re met with is priceless, it’s like looking at a frightened yerik. Not only is he shocked by your lewd behaviour, but he seems flustered from cumming first – in your mouth at that.

“I’ve been wanting to taste you, too” you reassure him, licking the salty taste off the corner of your mouth. His irises flicker between a dark and light green. “How many ruts did you say you spent here alone?” you ask, out of breath, trying to get off of him.

“This would’ve been my fourth” he pants, peering at you through his brows.

“Okay. One down, three more to go” you hum, turning around to face him.

With shaky legs, you try to mount your mate, feeling eager to fuck the sense back into him. A rush of blood stains his cheeks, his eyes following yours as you mount him.

“You should really take all three of your fingers before trying to take me” he suggests, breaking eye contact to glance at his raging, 13-inch cock, rubbing at your opening.

You scoff loudly, and try to squat down on his cock, taking him inside you. His cock slips against your hole and slides past your clit. “Ahh...!” You look down at his member, which is poking your belly button, and realizes he was right – It wouldn’t fit inside you this tight.

You dismount him and turn back around and bend over once more. You support yourself with one hand flush on the flora beneath you and swoop your other hand under your belly.

Your cunt’s plump lips are bulging out between your thighs, with slick dripping down your slit onto his cock, mixing with his. Rubbing the bean-like bump at the top of your slit, you arch your back, pushing your ass into the air.

“Fuck” he mumbles under his breath, “it’s even prettier at this angle”.

He wants nothing more than to slam his rock-hard cock deep inside of you, but no matter how hard his bucks his hips he only just brushes against your hole. It’s like torture. “y/n. Fuck yourself. All three fingers.” He demands of you, smothering you with his pheromones.

Under the influence of his strong scent, you obey his every word, sliding all three of your fingers into your slippery hole, hooking them upwards and fucking yourself. The huge stretch stings at first but subsides quickly when the familiar hot feeling in your chest returns full force. You find yourself digging even deeper to reach the sweet spot in your cunt, whining on your fingers in the process.

The electricity surging up and down your spine makes your tail quiver from side to side, wrapping tightly around Lo’ak’s throbbing cock. Your touch sends him over the edge, forcing him to buck his hips into it.

“That desperate?” you giggle between your moans, using your tail to grip him harder. You peek behind you to see that he’s fighting with the rope that ties his wrists tightly behind his back, trying to break free of his constraints. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, pretty boy?” you tease, knowing he can’t get loose.

“Fuck. Yes, y/n!” Hearing your filthy mouth tease him for the first time drives him into a frenzy, making him moan noisily as he thrusts through your tails grip like an animal. Just seeing him thrust his hips like that makes the strange feeling in your chest more intense, but hearing him moan your name makes you spiral.

“I’m gonna! Ugh! F-fuck, Lo’ak! I’m about to cum!” you release silent screams as you finally reach your peak.

“Oh fuck. Me too *thrust* me too! *thrust* Ughh!” he growls, pushing his cock as far as it can possibly go.

Your legs tremble beneath you as you push your fingers out of you, using them to rub your swollen clit, while you gush your sweet nectar on your mate’s cock. He holds his position, letting out guttural groans as he finally spurts thick, sticky ropes of cum in the air.

Exhaustion washes over the both of you as you gasp for air. Releasing him from your grip, you turn around and tower over your mate. “That’s number two.” You pant, trying your best to mount him yet again, with weak, shaky legs.

Read part I & III here:

Part I:

Part III:

Special Episode I:

[anchoeritic]

omg, well now we need to explore the mommy milkers situation <3

how would tonowari/jake/quaritch breastfeed or react to lactation? i feel like each would have their own flavour of response, yk? 🥺💦

also oML i need to req and askbox u more often bby. i <3 ur writing style lowkey i forget and then get re-delighted lmao

time for some mommy milkers !!!

i see TONOWARI as the type to come back from a heavy hunting day and just immediately fall in your arms. he’s a tough man. toughest man to crack, i’ll tell ya that. as capable as he is, he will always melt in your presence. he’s a commander in chief. there’s a reason why he’s always so strict.

i most likely see it during the aftercare portion, though. a long restless session of some soft reassuring sex, the night ends on a lighter note: his lips wrapped around your nipple, just sucking on it.

he definitely makes noises when he finally tastes your milk, a given reminder of how sweet it really is when it hits his tastebuds.

he makes sure to include the other one too (🥹😵‍💫) and uses his fingers to twist it around a bit, sometimes drawing out a bit of milk. he never wastes a drop, though.

JAKE would be the first to fucking do it. he’s a whore. but a lil softie whore. he wants to be close with you 24/7, literally never gets off of you until he’s SHOVED.

it started off with tiny gropes at your boobs, sneaking touches in that paaaarticular area. then, well, he would grow more comfortable with the idea; going from kissing all around your chest to, specifically your titty region. he’s doing all this while he’s caressing your tummy, btw.

honestly, he does it for the first time during a bit at the end of your pregnancy, and falls in LOVE. the thought of being cared for in a way and taken care of kinda lit something up in him. being held by his mate and being as close as he can be,, oh,, he was not about to give this UP.

“tastes so good, mama.” he would tell you between sucks, savouring the taste of your milk. “‘s sweet, just like you.”

QUARITCH doesn’t get it at first soooo he doesn’t really hop on the wave until a little later on bcs he’s a LOOOOSER! a hot loser but that’s besides the point.

he knew about the kink prior to you even being impregnated by him. he definitely watched a video on pornhub before he started crackin’ on pandora and falling in love with you.

it’s so funny to imagine quaritch being so comfy with you to the point where he’s sucking the milky out your titty. he absolutely would thooooough. especially during sex!!!!!!

fucking you slow and deep, making sure you’re watching him slip in and out of your pussy through the small mirror since you can’t see from the angle of your swelled up belly.

he comes leaning down and grabbing at your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple softly. a single drop of your milk had already won him over. you’d known it after you heard his first moan from just the taste.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he’d mumble against your skin, “needa taste ya again. i can’t get enough of ya.” squeezing the rest of the milk out your titties, drinking up every last drop.

pls i’m literally having my fangirl moment:!,!&: don’t eveeeNnnnNnn..!!. i’m such a huge fan of your content. i’m literally your biggest fan bye. i love u.

[asexual-society]

Hii hope you have a wonderful day today! -I wanted to ask something to make sure im not being mean but- is it possible for an Ace person to be Aphobic? Im in a fandom where there used to be a Ace character- he said he was- thing is, the show never said he was SexRepulsed- but fans took his lack of interest as such. believed he was in fact SexRepulsed. -that character is gone- now, there is yet another character (think, a reboot of the old one) believed to be Ace but this time, he seems to be ok with touch an even seems very friendly ~ with only one character. my ask is, if some people view this second version, as still Ace. but sex favorable, is that aphobic? is maybe having another view on this chracter that is questioning himself, a bad thing? because this is said a lot, that ppl is being aphobic for "refusing to accept he is sex repulsed" or "using the fact he is questioning himself to ship him" (mind you-most shipart is literally hand holding and being buddies) hope Im making sense- im so lost and I trust your blog to help me (because im also scared to be harrased for asking this inside that fandom)

Hey! (We got your other ask, I got half way through answering it and then forgot, so I will get to that soon I promise) Good to hear from you again :) I ended up going a little off topic here, but I hope I managed to fully answer this (if not, just send another one). Also get ready for some parentheses.

In answer to the first part of your question, yes ace people can be aphobic (many ace people can be arophobic, but also acephobic, both to people who share their own identity and others who have a different identity under the ace umbrella).

This is a pretty interesting question actually, because there is acephobia at play in the situation you're describing, but not necessarily in the way those people mean. It is NOT acephobic to have a sex favourable ace character, that's fine, because there are sex favourable aces out there and they're just as much a part of our community as those who are indifferent, averse, repulsed, or some sort of mixture. Sex favourable aces have just a much right to see themselves represented as sex averse aces, but unfortunately, there is so little asexual representation that it can feel like if one flavour of ace people are represented, that that representation has been taken away from aces of other flavours.

It's totally understandable to feel that way, but that doesn't mean those feelings are actually justified? And people get pretty negative reactions for complaining about any lack of rep, which can lead to bad feelings all round and just creates even more of a divide between us. We have to understand that our individual experiences not being represented is NOT the fault of other ace people. It's not fair to want one group to miss out on representation, just so another can get theirs. Additionally, it can be important for people who are questioning or struggling with their identity to work through that in their art, and explorations of things like touch aversion and touch starvation can be very nuanced because one person can experience both to very high degrees, and they each can even compound the other. And, a sex favourable asexual person will not feel the same way about sex as an allosexual person, and that is an equally nuanced and interesting (and fun) thing to be able to explore.

I don't know what media this ask is about, so I can't comment on specifics, but I can admit, I've been frustrated by this sort of thing in the past; it can be really hard to shake an instinct to push back when you feel like you're being treated unfairly, but sometimes we do have to step back and understand that everyone in our community feels the same way, we just want to see ourselves and to feel seen by others. As a person who is both aro and ace, and doesn't want to have sex or be in a romantic relationship, I don't feel represented by characters who are alloace in the way an alloace person does, or sex/romance favourable aroace characters in the way sex favourable aroace people do, but they probably feel that same way when they see aro characters or sex averse characters. It does really suck when people outside of the community ignore and erase the identities of aspec characters because they don't feel our experiences are interesting or valuable enough to represent and explore, but that isn't what's happening on an intracommunity level (as in, within the ace community).

The recent discourse about shipping aroace characters has sort of been getting me down, because it's a complex topic and rather than being a black-or-white, two sides thing, there are people with good and bad takes (mostly bad, let's be real) coming from so many different directions, there is so much nuance it would take me much more than one little answer to cover (and let me tell you, if I were to try, it would not be on this blog!). I might have said this before, but I tend to avoid fandoms of media with canon aroace characters for the most part for this exact reason, and within the community we are SO far ahead of where the rest of the world (and even the rest of the queer community) sees aspec people, I genuinely believe (call it cynical if you like) that this will continue to be a problem for several more years. And like, you can just block people and move on with your life, your fandom experience will be so much more enjoyable if you block people who say shit you think sucks, aphobic or not. Everyone should do this.

I think this is probably long enough now, and I've definitely missed something important, but I hope it helped.

~ mod key

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

I love the potential for angst this IF has. I simply know I will have to play it many times just based on the potential routes.

Now, as a gay man, I'll probably won't play many of the female romances (which pains me, because Jessica's route can be so toxic, angsty and interesting, I'm almost willing to concede). But, fortunately, most of the routes I wanted to try are still available to me.

Jules just feels like a route that it's better if there is homoeroticism. Well, most romantic relationships improve with homoeroticism, but that's my opinion. And their route is just so tragic, but it also can make MC go to such different character arcs. From someone who can't move on, to someone who accepts Jules is gone and begins to heal. I'm just so intrigued by Jules romance. Even if it's doomed from the start. What does this say about me? I'm not sure. Just, perhaps, that I have some things in common with MC, as Jules seems to also fascinate me.

Choi Warren is also an interesting route for me. Because it has the usual angst friends to lovers often has. But it's intensified because MC seems to be aware already of how Warren feels, but is unable as of yet to feel the same love back. Because the ghost of Jules remains. Which makes this relationship intriguing to me, it's that it technically it doesn't have any ties to Jules. Yet, he remains ever present. But there is also this aspect in which MC could just decide to settle for Warren. After all, Warren is their friend, and already loves them. And that's just so angsty.

But there is also this angst that will always be present if you don't romance Warren. Sure, he is already pining. Yet how devastating is to see the person you love not move on from their crush with you but with someone else?

Dylan's romance is probably the one I'm looking forward the most. Simply because I know it will be the most angsty there will be. Because my MC will be someone who was deeply in love with Jules. So Dylan and him (as my MC is male) will begin in a very bad place. Yet, there something so cute and cathartic about them finding love with each other when Jules, the person they both loved, was unable to give them the love they needed and sought? At the same time, there will always be this doubt about what tied them together. Is Jules still, somehow, a shadow that is with them, although he has died and should be completely gone?

Aiden intrigues me as well. Simply because I don't have a reason to romance him yet, but I like this archetype. Perhaps I just love the idea of finding consolation and happiness in someone who you just never expected to love nor trust. And isn't there such a beautiful thing about being able to trust and be dear to someone who cannot be open with anyone else but you?

As of now, I think I'll romance Dylan, Warren and Aiden in that order. But also having Jules as an ever present ghost. I'm not sure yet if I'll romance Jules alone. Since I tend to play MC's who are nice people, I just cannot condemn them to such fates.

I'm very excited about this story, as of yet mainly because of the relationships and their potential. So I'll wait for when you have more to share, as I know I want to explore what the characters have to offer. As well as see how my MC will develop.

Well, most romantic relationships improve with homoeroticism, but that's my opinion.

I feel like my anons and I share the same braincells lmao. I have added more flavour text if both the mc and Jules are of the same sex. I love the angst homosexual relationships offer in fiction.

But it's intensified because MC seems to be aware already of how Warren feels, but is unable as of yet to feel the same love back.

Haha, yes! I like childhood friends to lovers trope in IFs but the ones I have read involved the mc seeking out to be more than friends with the ro. I wanted things to be different here. How about the ro being the one seeking out mc's affection but the mc is just too fixated on someone else to notice the ro?

Because the ghost of Jules remains. Which makes this relationship intriguing to me, it's that it technically it doesn't have any ties to Jules. Yet, he remains ever present. But there is also this aspect in which MC could just decide to settle for Warren. After all, Warren is their friend, and already loves them. And that's just so angsty.

Yes! As for people whose mcs are aromantic or not into men...they can have a serious conversation about this with warren. You can choose a gentle or harsh approach. Whichever one you see fit.

Or you can continue doing what you have been doing so far. Avoiding and pretending.

But there is also this angst that will always be present if you don't romance Warren. Sure, he is already pining. Yet how devastating is to see the person you love not move on from their crush with you but with someone else?

Oh the endless suffering Warren has to face simply for being in love. First, comfort your bestie whenever things with Jules don't go well, then when Jules is finally out of the picture and he thinks that, maybe, maybe just maybe the mc will look his way this time.....someone snatches them away once again. Lol. It would really hurt him less to know that the mc is just unable to feel that kind of attraction towards him due to their sexual orientation than this.

Yet, there something so cute and cathartic about them finding love with each other when Jules, the person they both loved, was unable to give them the love they needed and sought?

Yes! Just two people who have been hurt by the same person coming together and finding a safe space in one another. (Although there is a route where you can be just as horrible as Jules to Dylan. Maybe even worse.)

But also having Jules as an ever present ghost. I'm not sure yet if I'll romance Jules alone. Since I tend to play MC's who are nice people, I just cannot condemn them to such fates.

A route i myself would have gone for, haha. But I do want people to do a complete Jules playthrough. It won't be pleasant but that is the point.

I'm very excited about this story, as of yet mainly because of the relationships and their potential. So I'll wait for when you have more to share, as I know I want to explore what the characters have to offer. As well as see how my MC will develop.

Thank you! I loved your insights! Will be looking forward to hearing your thoughts on episode one when it's released.

[variousqueerthings]

Regency England. Bit more black than they show in the movies.

it's "thin ice," which is personally the episode to me that cements some of this season's (perhaps some of this era's?) ethos. it's also the one that people often bring up about twelve-as-the-doctor, and I do appreciate it. I've had critique of twelve's writing throughout most of s8 and a faaair bit of s9, and I think the twelve that people fondly remember is mainly s10 (with a dash of s9 and a few choice scenes in s8 -- it's not all bad) but I am happy that capaldi was able to give the doctor real nuance bit by bit until we got to this point and can sort of feed that back down the line, even though I'm not convinced that the beginning of writing him knew what it was doing entirely

also this episode has a really big fish in it. and the fish... is people! (sort of, it's an animal, but animals are people!)

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 10/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 7/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 7/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 6/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 7/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 8/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 8/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 10/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 7/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 7/10

FULL RATING: 77/100 (if I can count….)

imagine if we'd had this the whole time...

OBJECTIFICATION: Bill wears this really cute regency fit, the Doctor's swaggering about in a top hat he then gives to a homeless kid, looks upon looks

PLOT-POINT: Bill and the Doctor unexpectedly land in the past (no doubt because the Tardis doesn't want to end things just yet), and she navigates everything from being Black to the Doctor's morality. it's a very clear trajectory from episode one (the wonder, but with some personal sadness), episode two (the danger, but with the feeling of doing good) -- in episode three, Bill realises that things aren't so clearcut, and that the Doctor is, despite being her professor, a bit of an enigma to her

it's not as big of a Thing as back with Rose in s1 or Clara in s8, where they were both really wondering whether the Doctor wasn't a bit fucking unhinged (I'd say Martha as well, but her unhinged Doctor flavour was... unique RIP), but it's a bit of that

of course the Doctor has had their own character growth by now so is sort of more able to not fall to pieces on the whole + isn't the kind to seemingly ignore suffering for the sake of the bigger picture, which I don't think would have been on with Bill at all. yes the Doctor speaks about the bigger picture, but it's about protecting the kids

also I think Bill witnessing the Doctor standing up for her was good for her belief in him, as well as her own worth

COMPLEXITY: it's quite a simple plot. a child just fully dies relatively early on, and I don't know why that's shocking but it just is. I think because the plot is on the whole a tad on the sillier side, but then the villain is truly vile, and the the heart is very much in the right place (what if orphan kids were people! what if big fish trapped in the Thames was people!) so it becomes very Doctor Who

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: there's not technically much Big plot advancement, but Bill and the Doctor feel like they advance a lot in their understandings and trust of one another

at the end of it there's a bit of spooky banging on the door, and it's the Master we know this. knowing it's the Master makes me wonder a bit about how the various hints work out. I need to rewatch the bits where the Master is properly revealed, because yes they're bored and frustrated, but how do they really feel about the Doctor seemingly ignoring them/moving on at this point. banging on the door and all that, but that feels more for effect. idk what I'm saying here, it's not actually critique, I think I'm just wondering about a fic from the Master's perspective while locked up

COMPANIONS MATTER: yeah Bill is both emotionally and practically important in this! it's been more than a week so some of the details are hazy, but she definitely Participates. I think a little less on her own steam than in some others, but definitely doing some Stuff

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: as far as I remember there's nothing egregious in this episode beyond the fact that the Doctor takes charge most of the time and there aren't any really distinguishable single-episode characters who carry some of that side of things. there's the bad guy and the kids, and youknow... hypocritical perhaps, considering how often I've felt like this era has had kids who were kind of superfluous to plot and often unfortunately not good actors, but I'd have liked to have seen more of these kids beyond the Idea of them, if that makes any sense

they're introduced very strongly with the pick-pocketing and the death and finding out where they live, but for the main gist they fall a bit on the wayside

maybe this is the wrong point to be talking about that -- my point is, if the episode had been able to make the kids make more choices in the plot, then the Doctor could have been leading it slightly less

it's not a big thing, it's just a thing

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: the Doctor's been to the frost fair a few times, which is very funny to me and gets a mention. otherwise this isn't much of a referencing episode, and that's fine

“SEXINESS”: can we cross this one off the list for good? (almost, but there's ooone episode I just wanna talk about... well, and then I don't remember if it gets really bad near the end, it's a bit of a risk, as much as I'm so into Gomez!Master, sometimes she does still get the bad dialogue + with the sexism Type that they write the first doctor as at the end of the season... we'll see...)

INTERNAL WORLD: it's the frost fair of 1814. there's circus. there's orphans. there's an evil rich man. there's the Thames. there's the big fish under the Thames. I mean, what more do you need tbh

POLITICS: this is the episode that's famous for the Doctor punching a racist in the face. I cannot say if anyone would have preferred it to be Bill or for it to not have happened at all or... personally I think it's pretty great and of course feels a bit like a direct answer to critique no doubt gotten for some of Martha-in-the-past episodes, where the Doctor never stood up for her and she never really had her worries/fears taken seriously

in this episode you've got a very similar beginning (stepping out of the Tardis and getting nervous because it is 1814), the Doctor allaying those fears in a way that I think was pretty acknowledging of them, while also giving us Black people 1814, as youknow... there were Black people in 1814. including one of the single-episode main characters, so it's not just background characters and Bill

and then the Doctor loses his cool because of racism, which is both admirable and unhelpful to their situation, as it does get them captured. but youknow. you wanted the Doctor to stand up for Martha and this feels like a long time coming -- I don't think it needed to be subtle, I think a bit in-your-face was very needed. now the question ofc is whether we think Ryan and Yaz in chibnall!era are able to continue that... I don't remember

and the next question of course is whether the fifteenth Doctor adds even more layers to the story as a Black character (Ncuti Gatwa at least has said that he thinks so, which is exciting). as a whole though, it's interesting watching this from the perspective of where we are now. Freema Agyeman as Martha shouldered a lot of weight and while I think her character was fantastic and her arc was interesting and nuanced, we know they didn't (and the fandom certainly didn't) give proper space for her to be a Black woman and also just... didn't give her space, in various ways -- however one might have seen it, gracious read is that they "wanted her to be like any other (white) companion, without being singled out," or "they were afraid of writing race," or or or... we know it can be done better (and that if Martha were to come back, say, right now.............) Bill was a very different character to Martha, and after her Ryan joined the team, and since then Rose (Noble), and the fifteenth Doctor are now a part of a much bigger, more exciting (or maybe I should say less depressing) analysis of writing Black characters on Doctor Who, which will only grow as the character roster grows

and the thing is, this season isn't just "important because we need to support Black characters in scifi" in the sense that it's badly written and we're kiiind of gritting our teeth through it, it's... it's quite good. it's not perfect, and I think others could give a much more in-depth analysis of that than I can (specifically in terms of race), but as a trajectory both for writing Black women, for writing marginalised main characters generally, for writing queerness -- which is more my wheelhouse to critique and I do -- for writing the twelfth Doctor's character arc, for the end of this particular era of the show... I think it deserves that kudos. sometimes. someone's gotta punch a racist in the face. and a Black woman can know that her white buddy has got her back. and the two of you can save a big fish and a bunch of homeless orphans and get said racist eaten (or drowned, I forget if the fish got him)

that's good political theory

I want to also note the orphan kids. I mentioned I wish they'd been more fleshed out after the first act/been more heavily involved in the plot, so that the ending really pinpointed how it wasn't just good because homeless kids is... bad... but specifically also from a character standpoint. this especially because one of them died at the beginning, and I feel like it didn't quite sit through the rest of the story -- that being said ofc, the ending is neat. good on you Bill for getting this through and confirming it happened

FULL RATING: 77/100 (if I can count….)

I feel like I did a good summary in the above point. solid stuff. big fish

Just realised "thin ice" obviously also refers to someone who is metaphorically on thin ice- we talking the Doctor taking Bill out even though he's not supposed to? the Doctor and Bill's relationship having a tense moment? the Doctor generally getting "bored" and needing to do something? perhaps and yes, and also ooh big fish

[goddessofroyalty]

There's always been one thing I never really understood about Omegaverse and other verses where people go through heat cycles, and I kinda want your thoughts on this take. Why is it people seem to think that just because you're in heat, you're a completely INSATIABLE nymphomaniac during that time. Like, I get it, actually participating in secual activity will help but like... literally ask ANY woman on their period what they feel like, and usually Horny is one of the last things they're gonna tell you. That's isn't to say you aren't horny more than usual but like... usually, everything else overshadows it. Why can't we have omegaverses and heat cycles that depict the more gross side of things?? Why is the stand usually that an omega wants a massive orgy!? Is there soekthing I'm missing?

To actually answer your question before I get into My Thoughts, Heats are written the way they are because:

1. Heats are something that does happen in the animal kingdom, which, while basically every species behaves differently during, is the biological "time to have sex" time.

2. Probably more importantly, heat-tropes (and definitively omegaverse) started as an excuse for porn that then had worldbuilding created around them.

Now that I have acknowledged those two things we can go into my thoughts.

Because while humans are ultimately just animals in the biologial sense, we are animals that developed agriculture and civilisations. And to be able to have those things you just can't really have a noticable amount of your population in their prime who are taking a full week off being completely mindless sex machines (especially when you consider it would be both the omega and their mate out of action if the omega needs near constant sex). Of course this can be mitigated depending on how often the heats are - people could and did take time off their responsibilities throughout history by leaning on family/community (especially relevant in more pack-based omegaverses). But it can also be mitigated by not having heats be all-consuming so the omega (and their mate/s) an still tend to their duties/tasks with only brain fog and more breaks than usual (to go fuck/masturbate away the horny).

If you've been following this blog for a while you would know I lean towards the later (for social cohesion reasons as well but that's another long explanation).

I completely agree with wanting more people to explore the more gross/uncomfortable elements of heats (we are afterall animals that created clothing so we're not just walking around bare). That's why I tend to have cramps as an early-heat symptom. But ultimately the goal of a heat is to motivate the person to have sex and it being so uncomfotable that they don't want to is counter-productive to that goal (with the usual caveat of everyone being different and that there are likely people who have heats that are just uncomfortable).

And of course the other final caveat of every fandom I write in tends to get a slightly different flavour of omegaverse depending on what I think works best with the themes/worldbuilding of that piece of canon.

[aewrie]

i've gone so far off the rails but we're in too deep now too late to turn back

or, long ass tirade re: writing consent and lack of thereof and weird nuanced situations is go

(who died and made me the boss? no one. but ppl keep telling me i write this stuff good so presumably i'm doing something right)

first off: if you think deriving enjoyment/catharsis of any kind from fictional nonconsent scenarios is gross and wrong: you're not gonna like me, please go away

second off: i am approaching the majority of this from the angle of writing (hopefully) engaging fiction. this is personal thoughts flavoured by my preferences, not a universally applicable how-to guide and not a consent 101 for real life purposes

ty

also, for context

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'excplicit on-screen consent is awkward'

skill issue

but yes. it can be. very much so. 

i'll start off with that i have put words into characters' mouths at times bc i felt the need to tell others something (even if intended audience for a given message might never stumble across it) and will do it again, But good luck trying to figure out what those instances are,

but anyhow i think that's where a big part of the problem stems from. people (writers) try to tell their audience things (educating them on consent) at the expense of their story and characterizations. and then when they try to make it sound less awkward they attempt shortcuts like a handful of specific Sexy Ways To Ask For Consent lines that i saw people lamenting about in the notes of that post, rather than, again, trying to think of how these characters might have this interaction happen and if it serves the story and its purposes

(what i mean by 'a story's purposes' is what's the goal here. is it to explore these characters. is it to make the audience feel a certain way, or to have them think about something. and bc we're talking about smut here too is the point to get off and that's it)

if i try to think back i can remember exactly one (1) pwp smut fic where a character stopping abruptly in the middle of business to ask for consent in an somewhat questionable situation was entertaining, and that's bc the other one's response was basically that ship sailed ages ago don't you fucking dare leave me hanging here

'fiction influences how people act irl'

"...and therefore all sex scenes should have on-screen consent to help model healthy communication"

to a degree, yes, fiction can influence people when information on a topic is otherwise scarce, but the solution here isn't to turn porn into sex ed, it's to provide better sex ed outside fiction. if you write explicit enthusiastic consent SOLELY because you think your average reader needs help grasping the concept, i worry. to paraphrase a post i can't be assed to dig up bc it was years and years ago: if we rely on people's chance encounters with pornography as a means to educate the masses on safe sex, we've already lost the ball. grievously.

and i need to stress that i LIKE writing explicit consent, when it makes sense, and in ways that make sense. i'm not opposed to showing what attempts at healthy communication can look like in fiction. i think there should be stories like these! i think they can be great in introducing people to new ideas and encourage learning more outside fiction. but also i think in many situations it's just better to share educational resources separately and let the stories be stories, even if the aim is to have the communication etc reflect what you'd generally want/expect irl.

one thing i like to include (when applicable) is the term edgeplay in my descriptions/tags; it's a small thing but maybe someone not familiar will see it and realize that maybe they shouldn't be diving into what my characters are doing headfirst, even if it works out in the story

i do think mainstream porn especially could use more things like brief scenes after the main meat of a film where the actors are just chilling and stuff. a little grounding moment when it's time to 'return to reality', particularly with more hardcore stuff.

but we're primarily talking smutty fanfic, a niche within a niche, and like. honestly a lot of fanfic does better on this front already, bc we tag for these things. the understanding is already there that the fic is following tropes and kinks and specific crafted scenarios regarding consent. #sex pollen is the author telling you here will be that particular kink/trope, but also that someone's decision making is influenced/impaired by some substance belonging under the sex pollen category 

wait i thought a good way to highlight the key point here; 

> author's wanting to include on-screen consent because they prefer that, or want to encourage people, even if on a small scale, to think more about this more, etc: awesome! go for it! i do this too!

> other people pushing an expectation that fanfic smut writers of all people are responsible for educating the masses in order to fix a society-wide problem: please get a grip

i have written a pretty wide range of situations where there was on-screen consent but i'll get more onto that later,

and then i've also written/drawn stuff where there's absolutely no whiff of anything resembling healthy discussion or concern for boundaries, and a good chunk of that has been smut. i do love pwp fic/erotic art where you can read into it what you want to read into it; eg i have a fic that *could* be read as the pov character is really into it, the consent just isn't explicit on screen OR yeah that's just straight up noncon and brainwashing, just subtle about it -- i tagged for power imbalance. readers can read and imagine further details as they like. a one shot pwp with no wider narrative attached to it lends itself particularly well for something like this.

when there is a bigger story attached, i gotta start considering more how characters interact with each other and what their relationships are like, but even then, please refer to the diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm fic post

and of course the one part of this wank that only noncon enjoyers seem to even notice: i'm more worried about the people who write ""consensual"" sex scenes that are in fact dubcon at best, because they genuinely do not seem to realize this, than the ppl writing wildly not-appropriate-to-replicate-irl scenes with full awareness that this is the case. and often, you can tell. even if it's not spelled out in the text itself.

'consent is sexy'

i am facepalming and groaning (in frustration, just for the sake of clarity) and glaring at my screen

rl? consent isn't sexy. it's necessary. it absolutely CAN be sexy but that's not a prerequisite. in fact sometimes these discussions can be actively unsexy and THAT'S FINE (trust a cnc kinkster to be the one voice of sanity in the notes of that post and be the one to bring up this point; you, random tumblr user, are a real one) bc being sexy is not the point. the mutual agreement and knowing what you're getting into is the point

(i get this phrase is less or more something created with the purpose of basically marketing consent but still)

in fiction, it can be many fucking things. including the worst boner killer you've seen. refer back the where we started, and also the whole, when the reader's here just to get off chances are they aren't in the mood for a lowkey lecture in consent (and/or safe sex)

also!!

i wouldn't say character gasping i want you in the middle of making out is sexy bc it's explicit consent, but rather it's sexy bc they're needy. because they can't contain how much they desire the other person and are emotionally vulnerable in expressing that. and does leaning into something like that not make for a more interesting and engaging (including in the sense of being arousing) storytelling than 'yes, i, a mature adult of legal age to consent and not currently under the influence of any substances that might impede my judgement, enthusiastically consent to performing the sex with this person who is my equal in every way'?

(i am exaggerating for comedic effect but that's how reading some examples i've seen feels like at times. and if someone out there thinks that is sexy i want to study them under a microscope. fully solidified brain risk centers has me fucking weeping.)

people writing things with consent/boundary issues that aren't straight up noncon (moderately spicy opinions time)

you see here' the thing with me being comfortable acknowledging that something can be noncon AND sexy: i am also perfectly content acknowledging more grey area type situations that so many others completely miss on their crusade against the Problematic noncon (and age gaps. let's be real fandom loves to hate on age gaps even when they're a completely non-issue, and then is damn oblivious to often far more glaring potential red flags. (see hannigram. apparently some people think the ship is Bad because of the age gap and no other reason.))

coffeeshop aus being the ~fluffiest most wholesome trope~ that's actually problematic bc that's just sexually harassing a service worker who may not be able to do shit about it is just one oft used example. other such things include: teacher/student or mentor/student relationships, doctor/medic/healer + their patient relationships, gods + their followers/priests, spiritual leaders + regular people of the applicable faith, ceo/evil overlord/whathaveyou and their employees/staff/underlings, the list goes on, wrt consent these are all at the very least sketchy by irl standards even if everyone was an adult and technically consented, and i didn't even list nearly every scenario imaginable,

and oh boy i almost forgot to mention things like love potions, sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, characters in heat, etc etc

BUT in fic, if we're not all fixated on being Pure and Unproblematic, these can be fucking great and romantic and sexy. for a moment we can pretend that getting flirted on by the cute regular and writing your number on the back of a receipt to hand with their drink you have memorized bc that person always orders the same thing is the pinnacle of romance. we can imagine that a follower in their blind devotion isn't a prime target for exploitation but rather their god's favourite pet who gets special treatment. you get the idea.

just, don't whine about problematic fic if you can't face the iffy parts in your own favourite romance/sex fantasies?? we're all freaks here and slapping a BUT my characters EXPLICITLY STATE that they consent on yours doesn't change that my dubcon pwp and your coffee shop au both inherently have a certain disregard of boundaries built in. it's a feature. it makes the story better at what it is supposed to be. that is: a fantasy. trying to shoehorn in standardized explicit on-screen consent can get weird beyond a superficial level of wholesome, unless you're willing to acknowledge the fact that this is actually at least a little Problematic. you don't have to spell it out in the fic, but. at least think about it, if depicting only the most wholesome consensual educational intimate encounters is so very important??

back onto depicting attempts at healthy communication/consent for a bit

the thing is, care and communication and respecting boundaries and trusting each other and all that can just as much be a fantasy explored in a story(!)

and i say 'attempts at healthy communication' rather than 'healthy communication' for a reason. even when i try to go for something grounded in how these things can look like in reality, characterization and narrative comes first. i've cut banger lines bc they felt too much like we're trying to do therapy and i'll damn well do it again. same with consent. i'm here to tell a story. even when it's grounded in realism. i'm not First And Foremost trying to model a healthy relationship even if my story has an element of hey, practising good consent *can* look something like this. characters can and should stumble and make mistakes and have conflicts that don't have perfect solutions, and that applies here too. we apply suspension of disbelief everywhere else in fiction. this is no different.

!! and, in insisting on reading this kind of fictional intimacy as Educational, people are going to miss more subtle ways in which the scenario may not be ideal. i shouldn't have to explain why that's Not Good

you can have fun with this actually And make it another tool of characterization etc

and on-screen consent doesn't have to look the same for every scenario and character. in fact it shouldn't. bc if it does, now you've probably stumbled into the pitfall of writing consent 101, possibly with an attempt at making it more sexy, rather than story.

like, just some ideas off of the top of my head that aren't 'yes, i consent':

normally abrasive character who needs to be in control at all times becomes more subdued and allows another to get intimate. just maybe a reserved 'you can', and them not fighting like they usually do with everything just out of habit

characters who cannot keep their hands off of each other because they're just desperately wanting to get as close and intimate as possible. no time for words. no chance for words because between kisses they're too out of breath anyway. (how is there any argument about this sort of scenario leaving consent 'vague'??)

normally reserved & quiet character making a subtle first move that, when coming from them, is Big

character is too excited and aroused and struggles to make the words go but their actions very much scream Want, while the other is going on about how sexy they are

honestly, nala giving simba the bedroom eyes in tlk style situation is a good one if you're just fading to black

'i want you', 'i need you', 'let me have you'

actually i'm providing some examples by yours truly;

my longfic is just. there's two sex scenes. one character is very experienced and the other is aroace and has not had an intimate relationship of any kind prior to this. i put emphasis on the curiosity and uncertainty and the more experienced character wanting to be sure that everything's fine, because he cares about that. for how i wrote these characters and this relationship, this approach made sense. i have lines like:

"You would give me this experience with you, then?" "Is this alright?" "I know my boundaries. That includes knowing which ones I am willing to bend." "Go slow at first and it's all good." "Tell me how it feels?"

I wouldn't necessarily label ^this scene smut in a conventional sense tbh. it's more the characters trying to figure things out and being a bit awkward about it at points.

and then i have this example later on of how a lack of clear 'yes' can be more fun:

If they think they are going to get a coherent answer out of him, they are wrong. The sight between his legs demands his attention, and he knows nothing sensible would come out of his mouth now, if he tried. The best he manages to give is a whine that maybe was supposed to be a 'please', but who knows. He certainly doesn't.

from a different story with same characters, we have 

"You are so responsive to simple touch, my friend." Simple, he says. Distracting. That it is.

closely followed by

"If I should stop, will you tell me?" They look up. Tell him? They don't bother, often, with trying; so many don't pay attention. Most keep a distance anyway. But some, they don't care if they push away or try to leave, unless they want to go away themselves; don't care that they hold a weapon until they use it, they know how to use it, it is not an idle threat. Easier to fight or run away, depending. Not to bother, when others deny their mind, their decisions. But he wants to know? "Three taps. Or something else, but still thrice. Somewhere I can feel it. I will know, then." So simple. They can do that. "Will you?" He wants to know. Nod; yes. They will.

in which we establish a safeword without calling it a safeword! to have a clear way of communicating no/stop when these two aren't that familiar with one another and the pov character is nonverbal. again, bc it made sense for my characterizations. frankly(!) leading up to this there's little things that are less good consent, like pov character feeling they have to decide on the spot if they engage or not when they realistically would have liked more time to think (and did not expect further checking ins along the line bc Unfamiliar Territory) but for the oneshot fic it works, bc it gets things moving along at a decent pace.

also good spot to go on a tangent about how perhaps im just too aroace for all this nonsense bc I KNOW the gag is that oh you're reading this very filthy smut? we all know what you're here for ;) ;) and i'm legitimately like. good character writing?? yes?? with tasty word building on the side as a bonus maybe?? i Do Not look at sexual content as inherently or even primarily as something that exists for the sake of sexual gratification, it's just another thing you can include in a story. if it's sexy for others and all that awesome, if not, that's a you problem lol.

then less plotty more smutty ones;

The King parts his legs, then, just enough to allow access. 

^depending how you kinky you'd like something like that, it could be an invitation or a command. depends on the surrounding context

He listens to the raspy breaths above him; they do not betray much, but he knows the subtle differences in the pattern, knows when he is getting close. / They would expect him to do something. They delight in the spontaneity, -- / -- watching how their hands twitch, listening to their little sounds. How he adores those sounds.

a selection of small things implying these characters are familiar with each other. and, that there's not so much of a point in confirming consent for everything every time. you can have it in there without spelling it out if you want, and especially with established relationships, that just makes sense, unless it's a Thing for them to go over the details each time. in which case: why. explain the logic and convince me (is it a kink for them? you could make it a kink thing if you want to play up the sexiness, but do realize that's going to be a niche thing.)

ooc is ooc. how would your character show or not show that they want to get nasty?

sidenote for kink etc: if your story isn't set in present-day real world or something close enough, you can implement a system that the readers will understand is a safeword, even if you don't call it that. is there something unique to your setting/characters that they might use instead, that might even make more sense in-universe? ALSO, in scifi/fantasy settings particularly you can possibly take stuff MUCH further than would be plausible or possible irl. don't be restricted to real world rules for kink, and with that, consider how this might impact stuff like negotiation. eg, 'anything that doesn't leave a permanent mark goes' carries a whole lot of different meanings when you have access to magic healing that leaves your skin looking perfectly unharmed. (this is for if your characters are aware that they are doing kink; if your characters aren't aware of this, proceed accordingly)

fixating on a verbal 'yes' like it's some kind of magic word just shows a fundamental misunderstanding of what consent even is

[cw for talk about sexual abuse etc from here out]

(if you're not familiar, please look up the fries model of consent. it's not a be all end all, but a solid starting point, particularly for vanilla scenarios.)

you can have a character go through the motions of consenting without it meaning jack shit due to the circumstances that lead them there. this partially ties to the whole people writing noncon without realizing. bc fiction generally involves conflicts of some kind, the things that drive your story forward can at the same time be what makes consent between your ship-to-be iffy, even if we all know that it's actually fine and no one's really being hurt (again, we apply suspension of disbelief etc), or just not good consent by any stretch of imagination.

is my neglected and emotionally abused ~late teens oc meaningfully consenting to sex when she's being pressured to 'earn her keep' by her caretakers and then getting pimped by her boyfriend who manipulates her? she says she's consenting. must be fine, then. right? right? (hint: No.)

another oc initiated what was at first a consensual encounter, voiced discomfort when things started going sideways, and when things Really went to shit, started fawning (among other things). is a yes, go ahead, i like that good consent here, or later in different situations, when this trauma rears its head and they're fawning again? (hint: No.)

and don't get me started on the 'verbal' part of a verbal 'yes' bc apparently some people out there genuinely insist that that's the only thing that matters- like YES, irl, if someone's body is responding to stimulus but they're saying no, that verbal no is what you pay attention to. but communication is so much more than plain spoken words. ffs.

writing lack of consent (spicy opinions incoming)

disclaimer addendum: if you're writing based on personal experiences, do whatever makes you comfortable. and i mean whatever. hell, even if it's not personal experiences or you're not sure, still that applies. i sure as fuck know it isn't so simple knowing if your experiences 'count' sometimes. again, personal thoughts/preferences re: fiction. not an edict to follow.

so, with fictional sexual abuse/nonconsent, i find a common point of struggle with this is a) person is writing noncon smut and they try too hard to make it Sexy, b) person is writing a story focusing on trauma and they try too hard to Be Sensitive

like honestly the best ones i've read, regardless of what the purpose of the story was, are the ones where the author approached it like just another topic to write about. go into detail when it serves the story you're telling. be vague when it serves the story you're telling. let the characters react in a way that makes sense rather than in a way that tells the reader how sexy and/or terrible this situation is. even if you're keeping things off screen, show what's going on in the character(s) heads.

for smut, trying too hard to make it sexy can come off as awkward and at times comical. and i'll wager, not in a way that's intended. not a noncon exclusive phenomenon, but perhaps more obvious here with the tone issues that come from that.

trying too hard to be sensitive is. it can come off as condescending? i don't want to chew up anyone for being uncomfortable, but i do take issue when people act like their way of dealing with their trauma is the Only Correct One (please shut up) and anyone who disagrees is Not A Real Survivor (please shut up), and especially if anyone more removed tries to dictate how to supposebly be respectful as if trauma worked the same for everyone

...have you ever watched a crime drama featuring sexual abuse and the general vibe that the whole situation has is just this oh you poor pitiable thing :( wrapped in a package of copaganda dressed as revenge fantasy. and it isn't even that the victim wants revenge, or anything really, for that matter, they're just kinda there to look vaguely sad. it's all just a side note to the getting the fix of Justified Corporeal Punishment

adjacent to that, is what comes with the territory of writing a sensitive topic with care: people beating around the bush and using vague euphemisms instead of describing ANYTHING. i'm not saying every single instance of depicting sexual abuse has to be graphic, but when it comes across like this is something so terrible and gross that you can't even mention it, are you being sensitive, or are you being avoidant? not every story that features sexual abuse in some capacity focuses on that, but with the ones that DO, worth considering why something is being left offscreen/underscribed.

(like i can straight up say when i've been Avoidant it was bc *i* was not in the spot to be dealing with that particular scenario in depth OR bc i was pre-emptively wanting to appease hypothetical others. for daring to include something a touch more personally vulnerable in art/fiction. neither was exactly the best mental place to be creating something planned to publicly share from.)

uh oh it's complicated

idk if i'll make any sense but i'll try to words

a somewhat tame example: unexpected kiss that gets handsy. we could have rough division of scenarios as such

1) character didn't consent to this, but actually wanted it so it's fine, 2) character didn't consent to this, and aggressively makes it clear, 3) character didn't consent to this, and it's complicated

scenario 1, when done well, is the surprise affection is sexy situation. characters know exactly what the other wants. there's a fantasy in that, of not having to voice your desires to have them realized, and whatnot.

with scenario 2, when do things pause to give it some weight? character in the receiving end shoves the other away and yells at them, or someone else does it for them, and then the whole matter gets brushed off after maybe a quick are you ok, feels like the usual way it goes. from a storytelling perspective, even a brief moment to show discomfort would make that land far better, if the point is to show that this is creepy and unwelcome?

and 3 is. what if it is unwanted, but the response doesn't scream get off of me. what if the character has complicated reactions, for a possibly wide variety of reasons. where things get messy. this compels me. but it's very different from both the prior ways to go about the same scenario and easily the most complicated, because we don't get that immediate simple dramatic 'resolution' either way, if you do this properly.

i love good dubcon/soft noncon/technically consensual/things of that nature. and i will argue that you can't really do those well if you don't have a decent understanding of consent. you can't properly navigate the nuance and grey areas and technicalities and it isn't consensual, but it's complicated or consensual but not safe or sane for a compelling, believable story if you don't have a solid grasp of how these things work

depicting sexual trauma without showing anything or even directly naming it

a while there was a post about how if you can't bring yourself to use words like 'kill', instead opting for euphemisms like 'unalive', then you probably aren't mature enough to write about death with any grace, and shared there was the sentiment that this applies to sexual abuse as well. absolutely valid point but also i had happened to finish a fic relevant to that discussion recently and Now i'm getting out that particular yes but there's also this other angle to consider

which is: does it make sense for the characters to describe things using a given phrasing?

my character who's just been slapped in the face with a significant trauma and is struggling not to dissociate probably isn't going to talk about it the same way as someone who's had time to process and heal and just had an epiphany in therapy. probably.

but i'm getting sidetracked from getting sidetracked so onto the next point (for now?)

if you're not allowed to write it badly, are you actually allowed to write it?

do your research and approach these topics with care and all that, yes, but also, are we demanding that people potentially writing about their own trauma and lived experiences are masters of their craft? does a vent fic or an autobiographical work have to stand up to scrutiny of representing sexual abuse 'respectfully'??

like, a bunch of people have pointed out how demanding people publicly disclose their trauma to be judged by complete strangers in order to determine if they're allowed to write something is all sorts of shitty, but hey, here's a thought adjacent to that i don't think i've seen anyone bring up. because seriously. if someone's screaming that they're hurting why the fuck should the primary concern be but are your creative skills up to par??

(i'll be blunt again and say this is in part why i've been extremely hesitant up until recently to include these sorts of things in my stories in much detail, but far more so, i'm thinking about all the fucking awful treatment i've seen others receive for talking about/depicting fictionalized retellings of their traumas ""incorrectly"".)

i'll admit it: my first attempts at depicting sexual trauma even as a sidenote to another story just plain sucked. there was an attempt but it was no good. in part i was young and less aware of everything, in part i was poorly mimicking existing examples that were generally meh 

i'll also admit that what was genuinely most helpful at getting better was reading graphic noncon smut/angst. the well written stuff. because those fics aren't afraid to go into detail; rather, they enthusiastically dive into all the little and not so little things that make it more worse. they present the whole thing without dressing it to be palatable, and the jump from side note to copaganda to brutally honest survivor story was- i think the first really graphic one was the first time i could sympathize with the character and root for them in their journey to overcome the trauma. as opposed to almost voyeuristically (ironically enough) observe from a distance and then forget about it when the rest of the plot moved forward and forgot about it too.

and then one more thing relating to that that's been rattling around in the back of my mind for probably years now: there's one fic from years ago in particular that i think of when i consider the topic of fanfic depicting rape inappropriately. because that fic is not so different from noncon kink works i at times see from the type people arguably disrespected in said fic, just more novice in execution.  it also makes me think of how i handled various areas of this whole consent/communication/boundaries jumble in my earliest attempts vs now. which is just one of those reasons i'm reluctant to judge intentions in these situations, at least outside mainstream entertainment where standards/expectations should be completely different.

in conclusion 

this has been an i was exhausted and the filter was off ramble that got too damn long

have good day/night/whatever

[caspersgraveyard]

look. look. i get that it gets preachy sometimes but spreading awareness and information about queerness in general is IMPORTANT.

even someone like me, who comes from a definite place of privilege (i wouldn't say I'm privileged enough to just coast by in life or sit on piles of generational wealth but i am aware I'm amongst the mid to upper echelons of general society), and is queer themselves doesn't know about so many things.

the most prominent example i can give you is my experience with gender dysmorphia. for the longest time, i didn't even know that term existed - i just called it "gender stuff" (this was after realising I'm bisexual btw). and then I learnt the term and a little more about trans people and enbies, but still thought it was just restricted to people transitioning to the opposite sex or using they/them or neopronouns.

throughout this i had fleeting moments of deliberation about my own gender but they always ended with "I'm definitely a man so eh whatever". and then I learnt that people using multiple pronouns is A Thing, that it's a type of non-binary. i saw public figures i love (shoutout to @chronicintrovert and Beth McCarthy, thank you) using multiple sets and my brain went "oh. that's a thing, huh?".

so then I started doing some more research about that and read a little about it. i tried to find fiction w this flavour of enbie MCs too because that's always helped me, but unfortunately couldn't find anything (which is why I've taken it upon myself to write those stories; DM me for my writing if you're interested).

and through all that, my explorations of gender began to change and grow. i understood myself more because i was now aware of the options i had. i no longer had to be restricted to one gender. i could be as many as felt right. i still think of myself as a man, but I also think of myself as a they/them and also even as a kind of constant mix of the two (full disclosure: I'm not 100% settled on the they/them bit but i am like 80% sure).

the first time i told someone about using he/they pronouns out loud was at YALC. someone in a line i was in was giving out pronoun bookmarks to anyone who wanted them and asked me which ones i used (sidenote: i LOVE her she is one of the sweetest, kindest people I've had the pleasure to get to know this year). i was terrified but i said he/they anyway, thinking she wouldn't have one of those because "who even uses such weird pronouns, god 🙄".

but then she pulled one out. she pulled one of the LOADS she had out. she had printed entire stacks of he/theys and she/theys and then my brain went "oh. it's not weird at all. it's actually entirely ordinary and perfectly alright" (i love identifying as weird but i meant it in a negative sense there). and that helped so much. it gave me so much more confidence about my pronouns.

look, long story short, it was because of awareness, prominent and proud usage, and normalisation of all types of gender expression, that I came to know more about my own. we need more of it all.

[lien-da]

Basic Sex Toy Safety, for Beginners

The Echidna's Friend has asked the other day, as they were buying their first ever sex toy; how do you know when a sex toy is safe? I had really appreciated being asked this, as safety is incredibly important, and being able to ask the big questions like this is incredibly important.

Materials

If the toy listing does not include what it is made of... Don't even bother. Any site which has any respect for your time will let you know what the material is.

Let us try it now - go to this page from CloneZone, and search for the material it is made from. There it is, under a click-through for 'More Information' - this toy is made of silicone.

This is the first thing which you want to look for.

Safe materials for insertables are Silicone, Glass, Stainless Steel, and Aluminium. If it is going inside of your body, do not stray from these materials. Eventually, with time and wisdom, you may stray to explore with other materials - but if you are new to buying sex toys, I would recommend even just sticking to Silicone. Do not use 'jelly' toys. 'Jelly' or 'Rubber Jelly' is a very strong-smelling softened plastic, which melts and degrades over time. It is nigh impossible to properly sanitize, and it is prone to giving infections and particularly unpleasant rashes. Jelly is usually a transparent plastic colour, though it can also be found in opaque toys. If anybody recommends you a jelly toy, look the other way. You do not want this inside of your body.

Kink With Safety, Start Small.

It can be really tempting to dip straight into the deep end; and with so many 'beginner' kink and fetish items on the market these days, it's easier than ever to step right off of that cliff, and... Directly into the hospital. Improper use of impact gear such as Whips, Floggers, and Paddles can give you internal and external damage in the hands of the inexperienced, and improper restraints such as Rope, Handcuffs, and Bondage Tape can give you permanent nerve damage, or even cut off circulation, leading to an unpleasant hospital trip, and a new life-long injury. Unsafe, Untrained, Unmoderated Kink Kills. Watch videos (yes, we do more than just porn!), look things up, ASK A KINKSTER! Kinksters love to explain these things. Don't be shy, We Don't Bite. The best knowledge you can pick up on how-to-kink, is directly from the people who do this every day. If we cannot answer, we can usually point you towards somebody who can. In the age of Social Media, it is easier than ever to directly ask a kinkster.

Any kink - restraints, spanking, e-stim - LEARN first. Do your homework.

Where to buy?

Ideally, you want to find a sex toy shop which has physical, brick & mortar locations, or a company with a long history; at least a decade of operation - these are typically more reliable. Sites which are always offering large discounts are disuaded - if they want to give you 30% off at the door, that's a red flag. If you wish to get into more kinky, you will learn reliable stores from your fellow kinksters, as you maneuver through the community. I cannot give you recommendations, as I am country-specific, but just looking at some speciality stores on our Recc List might help you to get a feel for what to look for - CloneZone Rouge WruffStuff AffordableLatex

Lube Matters!

All about Lube... You will want and need lube for anything being inserted, that is a must. But did you know that the type of lube matters, too? Silicone Lube Is Absorbed By Silicone Toys. Counterinuitive, right? Whilst it was once thought that it degraded them, it indeed only absorbs, to release later - however, this leaves a residue on your toys, which you're better off doing away with entirely. You should be washing your toys before and after every play session (and more than just a little rinse under the tap!) -- but it is rather unpleasant. Never use flavoured lubes for vaginal insertion. What's good for your mouth, isn't always what's good for your internals. The vagina has a finnickly PH balance, and flavoured lubes can not only offset this, but can give you a nasty infection. Oil-Based Lubes break down Latex. What is commonly made of latex? CONDOMS ARE COMMONLY MADE OF LATEX! Well, I'm a material fetishist, so just about every inch of my bed and body is covered in latex, too. For beginners, I suggest using a water-based lube. It pairs well with Silicone, Glass, and Metal toys, and it goes well with Condons, too. We use Lubido's Cruising 250ML Water-Based Intimate Lubricants, which you can buy in bulk lots, but any water-based intimate lubricant should work just fine.

Cleaning

Yes, cleaning! The last thing you want, is for your brand-new toy to make you or any partners very, very sick. It's also generally good for the longevity of your toy, too! Always clean before and after play. Even if it has been safely stored away in its' bag the whole time - CLEAN IT! When buying your new toy, you'll want to keep this in mind. Does your toy have seams or crevices? Is it overly textured? Is it waterproof? Ridges and seams will trap in bacteria, so you will have to clean these extra diligently. Look up online for advice on cleaning your specific toy - you can find many instructions, of anything from butt plugs to clit suckers. We will often times look it up beforehand, when trying out a new toy type.

At the end of the day... Everybody is a beginner at something! Yes, even experienced kinksters; especially experienced kinksters! We don't know it all. Most of us stick to our niches, and curiously peek over the fence at our community neighbours. Always ask questions! Stay learning, stay curious. I know that I am always learning new things, as much as I am always teaching others.

[esotericfaery]

Venus in Sagittarius - Dec. 29th, 2023 to Jan. 23rd, 2024 & Mars in Capricorn - Jan. 4th to Feb. 13th

Moving out of Scorpio, Venus becomes less focused and more lighthearted in Sagittarius. This is more about love for all than that which is focused on one person.

So even though we’re now in focused, practical, stuffy seeming, ambitious Capricorn Season, we can bring back in some of the fun-loving attitude of Sagittarius Season.

Like Scorpio, Sagittarius is straightforward, yet is more about being casually honest than either intensely expressive or secretive. Sagittarius can have us engaging in more foot-in-mouth moments, so let’s be careful to reign ourselves in when necessary.

We have a relaxed way of searching for pleasure, and want to take more risks. Some risks are more wise than others and we should be careful to not be reckless.

Exploration, adventure, novelty, truth, higher meaning, and idealism enter areas of romance, money, personal value and creativity. Matters involving long distance travel, publishing, spirituality, philosophy or religion are also considered more often.

We tend to be more open with our feelings. While Sagittarius has its fiery, passionate side, it’s much more laid back and open than suspicious, mysterious Scorpio. We desire more social interactions, and our desire for humour runs more along the lines of the crude or childlike, while Scorpio humour tends to be more dark or sarcastic.

Venus squares Saturn in Pisces until Jan 7th (exact on the 1st), so we tend to feel a lack of confidence in romantic, creative, business or financial goals. Be prepared for setbacks and possible negotiations. Set boundaries where appropriate. We tend to question our values.

Starting on the 7th, Chiron in Aries trining Venus until Jan. 16th (exact on the 12th) will lighten this energy, around the time of the Capricorn New Moon. We’ll have the drive, master healer abilities, ambition and groundedness to heal old wounds.

Then on Jan. 15th, Venus squares Neptune in Pisces until the 24th (exact on the 20th), and people are going to be experiencing illusions, delusions, or projections within close relationships. Don’t overly-idealize people and ignore red flags. Try not to made any big decisions during this time, as we may not be seeing the truth clearly. Try to channel in the energies of Capricorn Season to be grounded and realistic.

*

When Mars leaves Sagittarius for Capricorn, He sets aside a more laid-back approach and becomes a focused, persistent and practical energy. This is an intense shift from fun-loving or reckless behaviours to strict level-headedness.

We carefully consider our options before taking action, as our energy is more reserved, deliberate and careful. We’re skeptical more than trusting, plus have the benefits of groundedness and discipline.

Rather than sloppily rushing through into the next thing on our to-do lists, we’re orderly and thorough, staying in control and on task.

Taking our time to be so rigidly careful can easily turn into negativity and stuffiness, to the detriment of mental and emotional health, so in awareness of that we can avoid this imbalance.

Channel in some of that Venus in Sagittarius flavour to avoid control-freak issues, and inject a lighter form of creativity into life to help balance this Mars and Sun in Capricorn energy.

Mars is squaring Neptune in Pisces until Jan. 6th (it was exact on Dec. 29th), so we’ll still be dealing to some extent with aggressive lack of clarity in ourselves or others.

We have Mars conjunct Pluto in Capricorn from Feb. 5th to the 22nd (exact on the 14th), increasing desires for power, sex and other ambitions. Watch out for selfish behaviours. Express this intense energy through regular exercise and sport, or other healthy forms of expression like writing or venting to a friend. Balance our actions towards desired goals by doing regular grounding and centring exercises so that we keep our tempers in check. Focus on independent work whenever possible. This transit provides plenty of strength, endurance and confidence to make headway on complex projects.

[pageofheartdj]

#but it's not an issue specific to this fandom#but also 'aroace people are valid but only if they fit these specific requirements' is EXACTLY the problem rn with how people in this fandom#tackle alastors sexuality#& also aspec identities as a whole#being aro being ace being aroace etc. is MUCH MORE than just 'romance/sex repulsed'#(which isn't even specific to aspec identities btw)#the fact people are acting like it's WRONG to acknowledge more of the aro&ace spectrum#& are treating a wide variety of aspec experiences as invalid because they don't fall into a specific narrow window#& on top of that are claiming it's APHOBIC is just. it's fucking mind blowing to me#it's even leading people to disregard certain kinds of qprs & i just. UGHHH#all over shipping!!!!!! all because of ship wars!!!!!!#there's so much we could be exploring with al regarding him being aspec but people are trying to shut that down for some reason#anyways if you ship al w/ other characters i love & appreciate you#if you explore his sexuality through shipping i love & appreciate you#i have now ranted about this topic twice today in tags but ladkskdjfj#i have thoughts

yeah totally agree! it's just in TOH it was a Forbidden Topic. if Lilith was anything but single disinterested ever it was treated as slight against god kljh

but yeah, people acting 'supportive' towards aroace people by... shitting on aroace people who explore aspec in anything that isn't romance/sex-repulsed.

even dropping the ridiculous 'respect his sexuality' towards a 2D DOLL. how is it respectful to shut off a huge chunk of aspectrum? how do they not see how aphobic they sound by merging attraction and dating/sexing in ONE and then decide for aroace people how much and in which way they must feel about these things?

I am more understanding towards people on aspectrum. But even then. wanting your specific flavour of orientation in media doesn't mean you get to shit on others for being slightly not like you, nor you get to dictate how people can explore it.

Not to fucking mention this is such an online issue, treating fandoms as mainstream that have the same influence and purpose as mainstream.

Honestly I don't know how Hazbin Hotel is less bad about aroace character than The Owl House.

Talking about Lilith even in QPR was risky. That fandom is VERY much 'aroace people are valid when they are on one side of spectrum only, hate dating and sex'.

Knowing how bitchy twttr HH fandom is it's very nice to see many many people who actually explore and play with Alastor's sexuality. There are still people like that. But much less.

[sxrenityy]

the scoops ahoy incident

eddie munson x f! reader ♡ (NSFW)

❝Looks so good, yeah looks so sweet; baby you deserve a treat.❞

- Or you and Eddie Munson go to Scoops Ahoy in an attempt beat the heat. Then, Eddie gets some ice cream on his shirt and the two of you go to the back to get him a spare.

Shenanigans ensue when clothes start coming off.

making out, french kissing, table sex, blow jobs, facials, semi-public sex, dorks in love, vaginal sex

☆ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40428471

“Ahoy! Would you folks like to set sail on this- oh, it’s you two.” 

“Wow, thanks for the warm welcome, Harrington.” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes, hands on the counter as he grumbled profanities under his breath. 

“Why must you guys always come here? To rub it in my face that I’m single and you guys are happily skipping off?” 

“That and this is the only decent ice cream parlour - plus, it’s thirty-four degrees outside.” You said.

Steve groaned again, this time louder. He was most definitely frustrated, but you honestly couldn’t take him seriously in that cutesy sailor uniform.

”Nice uniform, dude. Oh, hey, could you say ‘ay, ay, captain!’ for me?” Eddie snorted as he flicked Steve’s little hat - Steve looked ready to take it off and chuck it straight at him.

”Go fuck yourself, man,” He shook his head. “Y’know at least I have a job! What do you do again besides play Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of pre-teens?”

”Hey! Being a DM is hard work.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Hard work at what? Being a high school burnout?”

“At least I didn’t peak in high school…” Eddie whispered.

Steve just waved his hands around, “Okay, whatever. Just- what do you want?”

”Glad you asked! I shall have a… dark almond chocolate in a plain waffle cone,” Eddie said before turning to you. “And for my lady?”

”Hmm…” You looked at the ice cream flavours, nothing really caught your attention, so you looked up at the menu. “I’ll have the banana split sundae in a size small - no sprinkles, though. I hate those.”

Steve nodded, “Separate or together?”

”S-.” Eddie was about to say.

”Together.” You quickly said, pulling out your wallet.

Eddie blinked in confusion, “You sure?”

”Yep! Since you drove me here and all.”

”You’re the best.” Eddie kissed your lips, you kissed back.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, “Hey, shitheads!” He snapped his fingers and you and Eddie broke apart. “Kiss later, pay now.”

”Oh, right, how much?”

”Four dollars, seventy-five scents.”

You handed him a five dollar bill, he gave you the change in accordance.

With another depressing sigh, Steve went to work with your orders as you and Eddie stepped to the side.

Eddie leaned against the colourful wallpaper of the parlour as you leaned against him, holding his hands. 

You took one of his hands and brought it to eye level so you could marvel at his rings.

”Your rings are so endlessly fascinating, Eddie.” 

“Why thank you, I’ll tell my uncle.”

You looked at him, slightly shocked, “Your uncle makes these?”

He laughed - oh how you adored that sound, “You kidding? Nah, my uncle just has a collection of ‘em with other miscellaneous jewelry. They’re from his high school days.” 

“That’s still so cool…” It also made sense as they looked a little worn - though, knowing Eddie, it would make sense for him to have gotten these through his several stunts.

“So, what do you wanna do after this?”

”Hmm…” You take a moment to think. Starcourt had been the best thing to happen to the youths of a boring town such as Hawkins - there was so much to explore that you hadn’t even seen everything yet.

There were trendy food chains, trendy clothing, mini arcades, and…

You smirked, “How about…” You take one of your hands and pull your shirt slightly open for Eddie to see your bra. “I hear there’s a store that sells a bunch of… women’s products. You can pick out whatever.” You whispered. 

“Whatever I want..?” Eddie smirked.

”Whatever.” You confirmed.

”My, my, that’s a big responsibility.“

”I trust your judgement,” You said. “Sometimes.”

”Ouch.”

You were about to lean in again before a yell stopped you dead in your tracks 

“Lovebirds! Your ice cream’s done. Eat it quick so I don’t have to see you sucking face in my store.”

”How charming, Harrington,” Eddie went to take his and your order. “Thanks for these, matey.” 

Steve subtly flipped him the bird as Eddie was in the process of grabbing his cone. Except, Steve had let go too early and the ice cream started to fall.

In classic, Eddie fashion, he overreacted by spazzing out and leaping to grab it. He somehow saved it, but not without the chocolate smudging into his shirt.

”Shit!” Eddie exclaimed. It was a Black Sabbath shirt, too.

”Oh, God my bad. I’m sorry,” Steve said. “Uh… there’s some spare shirts in the back. But they’re… Scoops Ahoy uniforms.” Steve said with an awkward smile.

Eddie sighed, clutching the empty cone so tight it started to crumble. 

“And where is the back?” 

“I can help you find it,” You stood with your sundae and took Eddie by his hand - the one not holding the crumbling cone. “It’s really close by, actually.”

”Wait, how do you know where the back is?” Steve asked.

”Three words: Robin, free movies.” You said with a wink before dragging Eddie off. 

Inside the break room, you saw Robin with her feet on the table, reading what seemed to be a music sheet.

”Hey, Ro.” You greeted.

Robin looked up, her eyes shifting from you to Eddie, “Uh… what are you two doing here?”

You pointed to the stain on Eddie’s shirt.

”Ah…” She said before starting to smirk, “Oh, I’m gonna love seeing you in a Scoops Ahoy uniform, Eddie.”

Eddie pinched his temples, “Yeah, thanks.”

”Don’t worry too much, I think you’ll look cute.” You said.

Robin gagged, “Eddie Munson? Cute? No, never. Especially not in a goofy little sailor boy’s outfit.”

“Even if I somehow don’t look like a total idiot, I’m still gonna have to walk around with this- this,” Eddie’s hand flailed to Robin. “That.”

”Hey, I rock this.”

”Anyway, let’s get you out of that before the stain sinks in too much,” You go back to dragging Eddie away. “Bye, Ro!”

The storage where cleaning supplies, spare uniforms, and a random assortment of other items was found in the hallway where you snuck out to watch free movies.

Was it illegal? Most definitely. However, was it worth the thrill and saving money. Absolutely.

Eddie opened the door and took one of the male employee outfits, “Oh, God. I haven’t worn this bright of a colour since…” 

“That Jungle Book class play in third grade where you were the tiger?” 

“How—.”

”Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie groaned, “Should’ve known.”

”Hey, at least you were cute,” You said as you took a scoop of your ice cream. “I think you’ll look adorable with this as well.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Eddie said as he began to strip off his shirt.

You watched with bated breath, Eddie’s body always being a sigh for sore eyes - even if you had seen it a million times before. 

The sheer beauty of his slender frame and tattoos never failed to make you blush. Maybe this was weird, but his define collarbones were perhaps one of the most attractive parts about him.

”You’ve seen me asscrack naked a hundred times yet you still blush when you see me shirtless? That’s cute.”

You smacked his pasty arm, “You would do the same if I suddenly took my shirt off.”

”So, why don’t you?”

”Because my shirt is spotless.”

”Well, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

Uh oh, you didn’t like that mischievous tone.

”Well, no, not in particular-.”

Eddie suddenly dipped his finger in your ice cream and spread it onto your shirt. It was a small stain, but definitely noticeable with the bright colour of the vanilla. 

“Eddie!” You set the sundae down before samcking his arm again, he only laughed. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear to God.”

All he did was put his arms behind his back and press his lips together into a tight, smug smile as you stripped your shirt off.

”Happy now?” 

”Very.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to search for the female employee uniform as Eddie rustled around behind you. You heard him unbuckling his belt - weird, as only his shirt had been stained.

”Holy, shit, Y/N, look at this!”

When you turned around, you nearly gasped. Eddie had found Steve’s clothes and took it upon himself to wear them.

”Oh, my God…” You emphasized each word out of pure shock.

There he was, standing there in straight blue jeans, tight navy shirt, and a grey, Member’s Only bomber jacket. 

“Do I look like pretty boy Harrington?” Eddie spun and put his hand on his hips, in a way which scarily mimicked Steve.

”Yes, until I get to your face and hair,” You cup his cheeks. “But… I like this better, anyway.” You kissed him.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist as he walked backwards until he hit the wall. Entangled within one another, you bite his lip and he opens his mouth happily.

Your tongues wrapped around each other as Eddie’s hands snuck down to your ass where he grabbed it firmly, Eddie slid them around to the front and fumbled with the buttons of your shorts.

”Wait, Eddie,” You push him back. “I don’t think we should have sex while you’re in Steve’s clothes.”

Eddie blinked, “Yeah, yeah. Right, right.” 

You giggled and backed away to watch him strip. As if to tease you, he ever so slowly took his jacket and shirt off, tossing them to the side as he snapped his hips.

”Like my show?” Eddie asked, smirking. 

”Hmm… good, but a bit weird because you’re wearing Steve’s clothes.”

”Fair.” Eddie shrugged and unbuckled Steve’s signature blue jeans.

Now in his underwear, you unknowingly bit your lip. My goodness, was this man simply… gorgeous.

He was so beautifully masculine; his long hair and accessories accentuated his more feminine side, but that slightly hairy chest and thick veins along his arms and hands added a nice duality.

The tattoos which decorated his pale skin also added onto his appeal - them being the first thing you noticed when the two of you had sex for the first time.

“Done ogling me?”

You flinched then blushed, “I can’t help it when my boyfriend is so madly beautiful.”

This time, he blushed. Despite how cocky and confident Eddie could be, he was a sucker for compliments.

”Always loved the flattery, don’t you, sweetheart?”

As Eddie was a sucker for compliments, you were a sucker for his sweet, sweet pet names.

”Anything to get you going, dear.”

”You know me so well, love.”

”Do I, honey?”

”You indeed do, darling.”

The two of you inched closer with each sentence until you burst into laughter.

”Those were the most painful words I have ever had to utter.” Eddie cringed.

”I’d say mine were worse.”

“No way,” Eddie firmly shook his head. “Anyway on a side note, this might be a little crude but… I’ve been hard this whole time.”

Bold. So very bold yet so very Eddie.

”I’m flattered, really.” 

“You should be, I always feel like… like— I don’t know, I’m on cloud eight or something when I’m with you.”

Cloud nine, You wanted to correct him, but kept it to yourself. “I appreciate the sentiment, Eddie. I feel the same when I’m with you… you’re like, my best friend and my boyfriend! How perfect is that?”

”I know right? God, I don’t know what I did in my past life, but I would have had to been some medieval saviour of a village to be here with you.”

God, Eddie Munson and his weird yet sweet compliments.

”Anyways…” You avert your eyes. “Should we continue where we left off?”

”My boner says absolutely.”

You smacked him.

Eddie had you up against the wall, ass-naked as he ground against you. He pinned your arms to the side as he left a trail of purple bruises from your ear to your collarbone.

Each one was a different shade of purple and had a unique, imperfect circle shape to them.

It tickled as he sucked on your neck, his hair falling all over your bare shoulders  and making you breathily giggle every time his chapped lips would make contact with your silky skin.

”Eddie… these are gonna be a pain to cover.” You moan.

”Mmm…” Eddie just groaned.

You sighed and allowed him to keep at it, secretly enjoying how he marked you so thoroughly.

Perhaps this was to mess with Steve, perhaps it was just his naturally jealous attitude - either way, it was strangely pleasant.

However, you wanted to pleasure him as well, “Eddie, Eddie, wait.” 

He pulled away, “What’s wrong? Fuck, did I hurt you?” His face distorted into concern as he let go of your arms and checked the hickeys.

You put your hand over his lovingly, “No, silly. I just… wanna give you some pleasure.”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, a small smirk now forming, “And how will you do that?”

You were smirking now as well as you flipped your positions around so that now Eddie was against the wall. You leaned in to his neck and left a small, but somewhat noticeable hickey there.

”C’mon, you can do more than that.”

”I’d rather focus on this.” Your eyes point down to his boner, clearly noticeable through his relatively thin, black underwear. 

Before Eddie could respond, you got on your knees and pulled out his cock. It had been hard for a while; you knew this as it’d been rubbing up against your thigh as Eddie made out with your neck.

You could tell Eddie was relieved to finally have his cock be freed as a loud groan left his mouth when you gently put your hands around it.

As always, you start with a few pumps to get him going as you dab your tongue on his tip which dribbled with pre-cum.

”Yeah, fuck, Y/N…” Eddie put his hands through your hair and squeezed.

The slight burn on your scalp pushed you to give bolder, rougher strokes to Eddie’s painfully erect cock.

You slid your tongue down the base of his cock in a painstakingly slow pace, savouring the drawn out groan which left his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah…” 

He has a favourite word. You smirked to yourself.

It wasn’t long before you deep throated his entire cock into your throat, that was when Eddie grabbed a fistful of your hair as he grunted, leg twitching.

Your mouth went in and out of his mouth, making sure your tongue thoroughly slid by every inch of his cock whilst giving gentle hums every now and then to send vibrations down.

You knew Eddie was close when his panting became unstable, almost desperate as his fingers slowly slid off your hair.

When you felt as though he was on the brink of finishing, you released his cock from your mouth and grabbed it so that his tip was to your tongue.

You licked it rapidly until his cum sprayed all over your face and you let his cock go.

Eddie caught his breath as a wide, elated smirk spread across his lips. 

“Jesus… I feel like… like… I just finished this super sweet campaign and everything went according to plan.” Eddie panted breathlessly.

“Odd comparison.” You noted.

Eddie looked down at you and rubbed his finger along your cheek, wiping off some of his cum.

“It’s been a while since you’ve had my cum on your face.”

”Yeah, because you always finish in my mouth,” You said. “I decided to switch things up.”

”You look so pretty.” Eddie said and gestured for you to stand. He took the time to clean your face the best he could with his calloused fingers.

It was defined rough against your skin, but it was comforting as only Eddie’s fingers had this unique sensation to them.

When most of his cum had been cleaned, Eddie let his hands rest by his side. You watched him as his big, dark brown eyes wandered around the semi-cramped room.

”Hey, Y/N…” Eddie asked as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

”Mm?” Your response was muffled.

”Do you think that chair is sturdy?” 

You lifted your head to see Eddie pointing at a white, foldable chair next to a matching table.

”Um… probably? Or maybe not since it’s back here and all…” You said. “Why?”

Eddie looked at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Oh lord, what was he planning?

”How about we… test the durability of that chair..? Y’know, for Steve’s sake.”

”For Steve’s sake?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

”For Steve’s sake.”

You were practically impaled onto Eddie’s throbbing erection, legs spread across his lap with your back facing him.

Your arms were on the table, holding onto the big hunk of plastic for dear life as Eddie  lifted you up and down via your hips. You tried to keep it down, you honestly did, but Eddie made sure that you couldn’t stay silent for long.

”I wanna hear your voice, Y/N, fuck…” Eddie grunted in your ear as his hands going from your hips to your arms.

Eddie pulled them back, forcing you to straighten your back as you gasped.

”Ah! Eddie!” You shouted out of surprise.

Eddie just held you in that position, back arching as he lifted his hips in the air to fuck your dripping pussy.

There was nothing to hold your moans in, and you just let go.

You moaned loud, Eddie’s cock feeling so insanely good as it pounded you deep.

The lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping and breathy moans filled the room, almost bouncing off the walls.

”Eddie! Eddie… oh, my God… I-I feel like I’m gonna… ah…” 

“You’re gonna what?” Eddie licked up the side of your neck.

A particularly harsh thrust sent your body and voice up, screaming out another moan.

”What are you gonna do, Y/N? Huh?” 

“Mmm…” Your head titled down slightly as you mumbled incoherent words. “I’m gonna- gonna— ah… l-lose my mind…”

Eddie laughed aloud, head flying all the way back out of pure amusement.

”It took you that long to say that?”

”F-Fuck off…” You panted.

”Fine.” Eddie suddenly released your arms.

Your body went flying towards the table, but before it could land, Eddie’s arms snaked around your torso and had you upright as you leaned against him. One hand was squeezing your tit as the other had turned your head towards his mouth.

His had kept your jaw open as he shoved hit tongue in.

Well, at least now your moans were concealed.

Eddie’s breath felt so hot against your face, and you were sure yours was as well. Your teeth clashed with his as you made out in such a messy, near desperate manner. 

“You taste like vanilla…” Eddie said in between the breaths.

”No shit…” You groaned, loud.

Then, out of nowhere, the door slammed open with a prominent thud.

“What the fuck!”

You and Eddie immediately pulled away to find Steve standing at the doorway, eyes widened and face distorted into an expression of initial horror and disgust.

”Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie jumped, and you did so as well.

”Steve!” You exclaimed, cheeks burning.

Steve slapped his hand over his eyes, “What the fuck!” He yelled again as he slammed the door shut.

You and Eddie stayed frozen in place, even after the door was firmly closed.

”Um…” Eddie began. “Maybe… we should have locked the… uh, door.”

”Yeah, maybe.” 

There was another fee seconds of silence before Eddie took you off his cock and stood, keeping you in your place before bending you over the table.

”Let’s finish this quickly, yeah? So we can explain to pretty boy.”

You just sighed, “Good idea.”

Eddie took that as a sign to begin again. Your already wet cunt was spread by his thick fingers to slot his cock back in.

”Mmm…” You couldn’t help but groan as it entered again. 

It was such a perfect fit, easing that lustful ache as Eddie roughly grabbed ahold of your hips and thrusted with such vigorousness.

He was pushing you all the way up the table, its legs squeaking against the tiled floor as it was shaken about.

You felt Eddie leave a trail of feather light kisses down your spine before licking up to your neck where he bit down hard.

”Eddie!”

”I could kiss you for hours, sweetheart…” Eddie moved your hair out of the way to whisper right into your ear.

And with a firm slap to your ass, Eddie came again into the strained condom.

You also orgasmed, your entire body seizing as this delicious wave of pleasure racked it - your body almost going limp from how sudden and how intense it was.

Eddie pulled out slowly and collapsed into the chair, you also slowly slid off the desk and onto his lap where Eddie wrapped his arms around your panting form.

”We should do this more often…” Eddie said into your ear.

You giggled, both from his statement and how his whisper tickled.

”And traumatize Steve again?”

”His fault for walking in…” Eddie said and you rolled your eyes. “You have to admit it was exhilarating though.”

You bit your lip as you shyly admitted, “Yeah…”

”God, you’re such a freak.” Eddie nuzzled into you.

”Says you.”

You kissed him, he kissed you back. 

“You guys sure took your time searching for the uniforms. I thought they were easy to find - were they hidden or something?”

Robin was sitting at the table in the middle of the break room with her legs atop it, a book and a walkman on her lap.

You and Eddie walked out in matching Scoops Ahoy uniforms - or parts of it. You certainly didn’t take the silly vests, hats, and accessories - just the very basic elements. 

“Yeah, um…” You and Eddie exchanged awkward glances. “They were hidden.”

”Super hidden.”

”Huh…” Robin said. “Steve, did you do that?”

Steve shook his head as if he had broken from a trance, “What?”

Robin made a show to roll her eyes, “Keep up, dingus, would you?” She sighed. “Did you put the uniforms in some weird location when you went to clean the back?”

His brown eyes shifted to you, then to Eddie as his face wrinkled in disgust.

”I did. Sorry.” Steve said in an uncharacteristically monotone way.

”Okay…” Robin said, clearly weirded out. “Well, anyway, it’s my turn to serve ice cream to those sweaty little kids. Enjoy your time!” 

She flew to her feet and slid across the window which led to the main part of the parlour, closing it shut behind her.

The second Robin had left, you said, “Steve, look-.”

”Ap, ap!” Steve zipped his mouth shut, and you did exactly that. “I- no, we will put this behind us. We will never talk about this. We will never mention it to anyone again. And you two are never allowed back there again. Copy?” 

“Copy.” You said.

”Copy…” Eddie was more reluctant.

“Good.” Steve said, though he still seemed annoyed with how he had that classic look of disapproval on his face.

It was the one where his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were squinting, practically asking “seriously?”  

“Okay, get out now and return those to Robin tomorrow; I don’t wanna see either of you for the next few days.” 

a/n: #justiceforsteve

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?"��

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

[draco-spencers-paramour]

congrats for 300 followers! can I request a 🖤 with draco they have a sort of arrangement where everyday after work he goes to her house eats her out and have sex and then he leaves. they never talk but are catching feelings so one day when he comes as usual. Instead of him going down on her she gives him head and asks him to stay the night when they talk and finally confess?

This description is dirty af.....i love that😉

What you don’t know can’t hurt you

You never expected that after the war the person who helped you forget about the painful memories was the one and only Draco Malfoy.

You had spoken a few times, nothing serious. It was evident that you were both attractive people and there was a mutual awareness of that. Nothing really happened until after the war when school ended. Both of you were left broken and sad, ending up at the 3 broomsticks and then fucking back at yours an hour and a half later after at least 4 drinks about 6 weeks since you’d left hogwarts.

Draco had a job as an auror and you were a healer. Your arrangement was simple. He enjoyed going down on you much to your delight, and sex. But he never gave you the opportunity to do oral on him. Being the gracious person that you are, you wanted to return the favour but no. Because then it was over and he’d leave.

This had been going on for 6 months straight. You and him both trying to find some kind of release and comfort. The only issue was that you both became absolutely head over heels for each other but you had a fear of messing things up and ruining your arrangement which stopped your confessions of love. He longed for you, silently pining in desperation for one of you to just say something. Whereas you thought he just needed someone to use to fulfill his sex life, like his own personal fucktoy. Not that you minded but it did make you feel like shit after he left.

However, would you even call Draco your friend? Or was he just a lover..a regular hookup? you weren’t sure but you wanted more than oral and sex. It was mind-blowing but there was not much interaction though just whining of names, moaning and curse words. Even when you’d see each other in the street or at gatherings, you’d exchange the soft hello and not say a word to each other for the rest of the night but would probably leave together to go and fuck at yours.

Tonight was the same weekday routine. You finished your shift at St. Mungos before coming into your apartment in Godric’s Hollow. You got undressed had a shower and put a robe on before sitting on your couch with a mug of tea practically waiting for the boy you loved to knock on the door. And he did.

You swung the door open to see Draco looking rather upset. ‘You alright?’ you asked. He nodded before entering the room and you swiftly shut the door. He placed his work bag down before turning around and immediately placing his lips on yours. You became dizzy and light headed from the emotion he was pouring into the kiss. He must’ve had a really bad day you thought. He picked you up and pinned you against the door, lips never leaving yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you submitted full control to him, the bottom of your robe hiking up around your legs almost exposing you bare as his hand travelled along your thigh.

Draco carried you to the bedroom like it was second nature and laid you down on the bed. He began to kiss down your neck as per usual trailing down to your panties. You really wanted to give him full pleasure tonight so you stopped him at your navel by tapping him on the shoulder. ‘Could we switch tonight? maybe i go down on you instead?’ you bit your lip nervous at his reponse. He gave a small smile ‘If you want.’

You smirked and flipped you both over so that he was against the bed lying down. You slowly and teasingly removed your robe. Draco’s icy eyes were over taken by his pupils and his lips parted at the sight of your beautiful naked body. You removed his shirt before sinking to your knees, on the carpet, below the bed and began unbuckling his belt. You took of his trousers and boxers in one swift movement so that he too was now naked. Draco’s dick was prominently standing up against his stomach when you then slowly wrapped your hand around his length and licked up from the base to his tip.

He threw his head back and moaned ‘Oh god y/n, good girl’ this encouraged you to slip your lips around him and slide his cock in and out of your mouth. Draco kept moaning, grunting and swearing as you explored different pressures and boundaries. ‘Fucking hell..i’m gonna-.’ he said as you took him all in and sucked lightly. He gave a long low moan as he came in your mouth and you swallowed every bit of it.

you came up to kiss him which he gladly accepted and flipped the dynamic again with him on top. he pressed your hips into the mattress as he slotted his body in between your legs whilst his mouth was still on yours. He looked at you with an expression you’d never quite seen before. It was soft, curious and lustful almost bordeline loving. He then looked at you as to say ready?

you nodded and smiled before feeling the tip of his cock rub against your clit making you moan softly. Immediately after, you felt what you had been waiting for. Draco. His dick entered you slowly and he set a slow pace. He put his head in the crook of your neck and began kissing and panting. The pressure of the pleasure was too much for you both. The slow pace was absolutely fucking heaven. You were both on cloud 9, involuntarily clenching around him with every thrust. This was not sex, he was making love to you.

‘Oh Draco. Yes...yes..more.’ you whined. He moved his head to suck on your tits as he was fucking into you. That was what pushed you over the edge and you screamed out a string of expletives along with draco’s name as you orgasmed and clenched around his cock. Seconds later he met with his own release cumming inside you, pulling you into a kiss as he came.

Draco slumped on top of you waiting to catch his breath. You knew it would be about another 30 seconds before he got up dressed himself and left. Just as you predicted he stood up, out of the bed and went to the carpet where his clothes were and began to put his trousers back on. No you thought you couldn’t go on like this any longer.

Before your brain could even stop you the word fell out. ‘Stay’ you said, terrified. He blinked and look at the ground and then back up at you and it was simply ‘Okay, sure.’ He removed his trousers being naked once more and climbed back into your bed with you. Draco’s arms instantly came around your waist and you put your leg across his stomach, rested your head on his chest and put your arm across too. You were cuddling Draco Malfoy post-sex.....this does not happen ever **The beautiful boy laid there looking up the at ceiling as you just looked at him

Your eyes finally met ‘You know, we don’t actually speak very much, if at all. Everytime we see each other we say hi but then we don’t talk.’ Draco pursed his lips ‘I don’t know how to speak to people. Especially if i’m fucking them.’ you looked at him confused ‘But the only person you’ve been fucking for the last 6 months is me and when we were in school it was pansy in 5th year and you spoke to her ’ he nodded ‘I know but she was terrible and I didn’t and don’t even like her. It’s just different with you.’

you removed yourself from him and sat up and furrowed your brows ‘Why? Because I’m worse?’ he sat up also and put his hand on the small of your back ‘Merlin, no you’re the best I’ve ever had. But it’s not because of any of that.’ you looked at him even more puzzled ‘Then why?’ you questioned again. He sighed before looking down ‘I love you.’ he admitted. Your eyes widened ‘What?’

Draco frowned ‘Im sorry. I do. I love you. I see you at gatherings laughing so carelessly with your friends and I wish it was me making you laugh. I time exactly when I’ll get to yours so that i know you’ve had enough time to get ready and settled before i come over. I know that you have green tea always and you enjoy watching the rain and having baths. You hate anything orange flavoured and you like muggle TV for who knows why. I know a lot more than you think I do because I want be the person who you feel like home with because I love you and i’ve just ruined everything.’ he put his head in his hands.

You carefully took his hands away taking in his broken hearted expression ‘I love you too Draco. So much’ you held your hands in his. He gazed at you in shock before tackling to you to the bed and kissing you. ‘So how about we get to know each other a little better?’ you suggested ‘Like a date night?’ he beamed. You laughed ‘Yes but right now I had more of a ‘round two’ situation in mind considering our current state.’ you looked between you two to see that you were still both naked.

He smirked ‘Read my mind Y/l/n.’ You kissed him again ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ he said

well....thank you anon. I enjoyed writing this far too much 😁

[camelliagwerm]

For the fic writer game, 8 and 18 for A Pulsing Wound of Need and all the titles therein? I really admire your titles, they roll of the tongue so nicely.

Thank you, Ash!

fanfic writer questions | ao3 account for specific questions

8. Which fic or hc do you feel most proud of?

Fic-wise, I am leaning towards The Burdens of Command as it was really the first time I stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote something that was pure smut, and wanting to make sure it felt true to the characters; the entire thing is built on this idea that Camellia, for all her pride when it comes to her....technique in the bedchamber, ultimately won't have the same amount of experience as Valerius and now she has this opportunity to explore certain fantasies and kinks with a dedicated partner. She also has this delightful little bark after you invite her up to the Commander's quarters where she asks what normal couples do to keep sex interesting and that was a thought I kept in mind while writing it as well. (Though I imagine that O, These Cardinal Sins might take that honour once I'm done with it since I don't tend to write multi-chaptered things if I can help it. I prefer to keep my projects...contained for my own sanity.)

Headcanon wise - it's very blink and you miss it, but one of my favourite headcanons / the one I'm the most proud of is that Camellia is prone to dog-earing pages in her novels. Canonically she loves to read romance novels (and therefore, smut as well) - so I liked the idea of her dog-earing certain pages for 'inspiration and further exploration'. I've brought it up a couple of times: once in Addicted to the Taste of You and in a prompt fill:

“So,” he murmurs, a ringed finger tapping the folded corner, “I’ve noticed you marked a few specific pages. Like this.” Her cheeks grow hotter still. “They are helpful, umm, aids.”

18. How'd you come up with the title for (fic name)?

The series title actually went through a few different names, but A Pulsing Wound of Need comes from one of my favourite novels, A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson, which is a reimagining of Dracula and his brides. The full quote is "you turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. I never knew the meaning of the word enthralled before you" - with the narrator Constanta talking about the early days of her relationship/marriage to Dracula. I'd always considered Valerius to be the one who is enthralled, so I changed it to 'a strong-minded man into a pulsing wound of need'. From that, I felt like A Pulsing Wound of Need really felt like the best title for what is essentially a gothic romance/horror series. As for the other titles:

May You Dine Forever - an aphorism from the Urgathoan faith; they use this phrase to call upon others to perform wanton acts of gluttony or more importantly, bestow a rite of passage upon an ally. There's a flavour text in Camellia's act 3 quest unique to Urgathoans saying that while she might not share your faith, what she is doing is well-known to any follower of Urgathoa. As such, this felt like an appropriate title as it is Valerius' way of both encouraging Camellia's habits (the wanton acts of gluttony - including the sex) and reassuring her that he is her ally and will keep her secret.

Curiosity - so this was...inspired by a scene in the Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter where the naive narrator discovers some rather explicit books within the Marquis' library, but with Camellia's own curiosity in Valerius and what exactly made him decide to not only spare her, but support her. I couldn't thnk of a better title at the time, so Curiosity it is. This might be a fic I come back to and flesh out more like I did with May You Dine Forever, which was a rewrite of my original fic from October last year.

Sanguinary Delights - this was both a nod to the main location of this fic (the Ten Thousand Delights) and the murder that takes place, but also it is in the 1e dhampir information that "many suffer a reprehensible desire to indulge in sanguinary delights, despite the fact that the act provides most no physical benefit." Reading that really made it jump out at me.

Afterglow - no particular reasoning behind this one. Honestly, I might remove it from being its own fic and put it in my prompt collection.

Addicted to the Taste of You(r Blood Red Lips) - this comes from a song by Moncrieff called Serial Killer from the pre-chorus and I picked it out because this fic is the first time Valerius feeds from Camellia.

The Burdens of Command - you know how sometimes you just have those titles that come to you all of the sudden? That was this one; and it is about Valerius relinquishing control to her, even if it is just in the bedroom.

In These Quiet, Intimate Moments - this was a nightmare to title, and in the end I just picked a phrase I liked from the prose.

My Strength and Comfort - also came from the prose itself; Arsinoe allows Camellia to see Valerius when he should be praying before the final battle at Threshold, and she joins him for that prayer despite not sharing the same faith as him. He draws his strength from his faith, but he finds his comfort in Camellia. Both are equally important to him.

O, These Cardinal Sins - I think I just picked this one after none of the other working titles I had really fit (I really wanted to make a lyric from Bedroom Hymns work). Sex & religion come up a lot in songs, so maybe I'll find something else I prefer further down the line.

Something New, Something Red - this is a play on the wedding superstition of something old, new, borrowed and blue, with the ruby choker being both something new and something red, rather than blue (I've mentioned before how rubies are considered a romantic gesture among his family, so substituting blue for red felt more apt -- and the ruby choker itself having a more macabre touch.)

Something I Gained Nonetheless (Us) - this is a quote directly from Camellia's final true romance talk at Threshold - that she never aspired to have such a close bond with anyone while on the crusade, but she gained her relationship with Valerius nonetheless. It's a good catchall for my prompt collection.