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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month

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ough can you do something else smutty with gotham jervis tetch he’s literally the love of my life and I read your other stuff with him and I literally love it so much. like him being needy for the reader like he was in the other one you did with him? it was so aughhh 😫😫

thank you thank you

‘LOSE CONTROL,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis doesn’t like it when you leave without warning him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. PURE SMUT!! Literally no plot. Needy and obsessive jervis. Like, he’s fucking FEINDING. Jervis is a little toxic. Biting. Body worship. Hints of PAST non consenual hypnotism. Guys this might be my fav smut fic i’ve ever written. Heard this song and I was floored; it’s so HIM.

Inspired a bit by @adalwolfgang ‘s biting ask ;)

♫ “How many times did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone? / I lose control when you're not next to me / Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict / And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth.” Lose Control by Teddy Swims

“Look into my eyes, my dear.” He whispers, forcing your jaw up with his hand that isn’t occupied, shoved deep into your cunt. Two slender fingers pump in and out of you at a furious pace. You’re choking on your tears and saliva, heavy mascara streaks running down your face as you sqeeze around his digits.

You are whining and squirming in his hold, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hand. The overstimulation is killing you, and you know he can see it. He’s biting his lip, and your eyes drag along his neck and chest. He must have been at this for hours now.

He’s borderline torturing you, like he’s trying to get a confession. When you feel your eyes begin to roll back, he only shoves his fingers deeper, teasing your wet cunny and roughly finger fucking you.

“Ah ah ah,” He clicks his tongue, a scowl of dissaproval on his face. “Come back to me.” He orders, a particularly deep thrust of his middle and ring finger curling up into your pussy. Your chest is heaving, whimpering as he continues his game.

You don’t know how the two of you ended up in this position. One moment you come home from work, and the next he has you pressed up against a table, you two fucking like bunnies. It took you by surprise, the way his soft hands roughly grabbed your throat, muttering some sort of incantation.

Somewhere along the way; you realized, he thought he had hypnotized you. Your mind ran wild. The two of you had made love before, but it was always slow and sweet. He was the perfect gentleman, slow thrusts of his cock into your slit, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck. This was a whole new side of him; Dark. Deep. Animalistic.

No, he thought he had you hypnotized. You think back to if he’s done this before- when he wanted to get rougher with you. The more deep-seated perverse thoughts he has; he unleashes them on you, when you can’t say no. He fucks you harder, as though he doesn’t want to offend you. When he has his own needs to fill, that aren’t very gentlemanly.

Problem is, you quite enjoy this side of him. The way he leans his forehead against yours, keeping eyecontact the entire time. He’s starved for your attention. He wants is all on him.

“Tell me, where were you today, hmm?” He commands, still thinking you’re under his spell. You’ve been playing his game; not letting him know that you know. You realize this is own little lie detector test. He’s trying to ask if you were anywhere else…with any other man. You shiver when another thrust of his fingers brings you back.

“Work.” Is all you whisper, looking into his gaze. Your eyes are glossy, and he just hums in response. He looks vaguley pleased, vaguley dissatisfied with the ambiguity in your answer. If he suspects something, he doesn’t say anything. He must be too caught up in the moment, in your body, in your core to care.

Just when you feel the knot of your orgasm building up inside you, he rips his fingers away. You give a loud yelp at the loss of contact, which he remedies by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck.” Is all he directs, eyes still focused on you and only you. You try not to gag when he forces them deep into your throat, watching your tongue swirl around your own juices.

You suck on his fingers for what feels like ages, until he’s satisfied. You can feel his hard cock pressing into the meat of your thighs, and you’re desperate to have him inside you.

His chest heaves wildly as he roughly pushes you onto your back. You feel your skull and back hit the wood of the table and wince, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He prowls on top of you, like a predator hunting his prey. His pupils are blown, mouth slightly agape. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for even a second.

His cock is flushed long, hard, and red from base to tip- and he shoves it into you without warning. He lets out a loud growl beside himself, and thrusts slowly at first. He laughs at his own obscene groan of pleasure.

“Forgive me,” He coos, and he sounds patronizing, smirk on his face. “I just couldn’t help myself.” He giggles, as though he knows he’s apologizing for something you won’t remember.

His thrusts grow faster as he pounds your body into the table, brusing grip on your thighs. The more he fucks himself into you, the more his hands roam, until he’s wildly squeezing and groping at every part of you.

He’s engorging himself on your pleas, and the sound of your drenched pussy. The only noise that fills the room is the squelch of his dick dragging against your walls. His hands settle themselves on your throat, and you see him trying his hardest to maintain concentration on you, and not let his own gaze slip into the back of his head in pleasure.

He’s hitting it deep and raw, and you mewl around him. You can tell he’s getting close when his brow furrows and he grits his teeth, pace faltering in short spasms. His mouth keeps opening and closing- like he wants to speak, like he wants to give you more commands; but you’re too tight, too wet, and feel too good- he can’t seem to utter a word or rhyme.

He finally loses himself, buring his face in the crook of your neck. You similarly lose yourself as well, hypnotized sex-doll facade failing as you pull him into you, and bite down on his neck. He damn near chokes, eyes widening as he pumps thick ropes of cum into you, not bothering to pull out. You cum just the same, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.

He pulls away quickly, scurrying to look at you. He swallows, nervous. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at you incredulously- unsure if he’s somehow woken you up out of your hypnotized state.

“Sorry,” You murmur, pathetically. Your eyes are closed, still resting against the table, trying to catch your breath.

Scilence falls between the two of you, until you prop one eye open to look at him.

Standing before you, Jervis’s chest is heaving, a wild and carnivorous look in his eyes. You look down to find him instantly hard again, eyes narrowed in on you like an animal. His jaw is slacked, obviously not previously aware of your fully alert mind.

He looks like he wants to tear into you again.

This is going to be a loooooong night.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #batman x reader #gotham villains x reader #batman rouges gallery #dc comics #gotham jervis #jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader smut #gotham mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #mad hatter #mad hatter x reader smut #the mad hatter #the mad hatter dc

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writing-for-the-gays · 29 days

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hi its me againnnn,,, ermm i would like to request poly billy x stu x (ftm, fat, hairy ect ect) reader again :3c but fluff HCs this time :3c

-🐛 anon

Ough these boys be home of sexuals in a world of homes of phobics , continuation of the other fic actually. Disk jockey reader. Again me and 🐛 anon are holding hands and frolicking through fields.

No pretty pic this time I'm reblogging this with memes I made for these fics

Fluff! Tooth rottingly sweet.

"catch my breath and hold it for me."

- you three are a power couple behind a closed door. Infront of people you have to pretend to be very straight with each other (as straight as you three can be, if you three were a line you'd be a circle.)

- to be blunt they're in love with you.

- you got custom rings for each other about a year into the relationship, to symbolize your dedication.

- and these boys take it very seriously. They keep the rings on a necklace they wear underneath their shirts when out , and wear them proudly on their fingers when around you.

- alone Stu and Billy are affectionate, Stu being more like a dog and Billy being more like a cat.

- Stu will run up to you and throw his arms around you I'm a big hug when you walk through the door of his house and Billy will wait until you're all sat down to come up and lay his head on your chest, and whisper to you Abt how much he missed you.

- in conjunction with this is their love language. Billy can be somewhat touch averse, especially after a rough day, or whenever, and has a tendency to pull away if the physical touch is too much, but he loves acts of service, and will often cook for you, and do whatever you ask of him including, but not limited to, murder.

- Stu's big on physical affection, and will hang off your arm whenever he can, hold your hand (he sometimes pretends to be measuring hand size out in public so he can have some more skin to skin contact even when it's not totally socially acceptable.), and kiss you often, but he prefers to do activities with you instead of for you, and tries to get you to do random things with him, it doesn't even matter what it is. You find yourself doing dishes with him more times than you can count.

- it can lead to some really tender moments, and you three really relish in these moments. It's one of your favorite parts of the relationship.

- Stu being trans means that when you're binding you get tons of reminders to take breaks, especially considering the fact that binding methods around this time aren't exactly safe. More often than not you find yourself in a stall with him while he massages your back and checks your ribs.

- Billy has an equal amount of worry, considering he's known Stu since forever and so is intimately familiar with trans topics, but he's less nice about it. He refuses to let you cuddle him or vice versa if you have your binder on. He also helps you take your T injections because Stu can handle a lot, but needles aren't one of them. He does T gel that's how bad it is.

- every night you all rotate who's the middle spoon (what else do I call it).

- Stu's absent parents mean that you've basically decided to move in with him. You don't have the most aware parents either. (Dead, probably.)

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You laugh gleefully, worn down black and white shoes thud against the concrete as you run past Billy and Stu and onto the top of the playground.

"Fuck you two! I'm the god of this bitch." You shout down to them, slamming your hands on top of the plastic tube slide making a hollow thudding noise that echoes dully in the cool night air.

Billy lets out a snort while Stu lets out loud bark of a laugh. "What? You don't find me powerful enough? Fine you don't get to watch the shooting stars up here with me." You promptly stick your middle fingers up "Have fun on wood-chips!" You playfully sneer, the bright smile on your face portraying the playfulness.

"Not if I can get up there!" Stu says sprinting to the metal platforms that lead up to the playground. You let out a dramatic gasp and race to them as well, giggling the whole time.

Billy looked on with a soft smirk, he eyed the playground and tried to find another way up, spotting a rock wall he snuck around while you jokingly wrestled Stu.

Billy climbed up the rocks, quietly sneaking up onto the playground, tip toeing his way behind you and locked eyes with Stu who smirked.

Billy wrapped his arms around your middle and hauled you back, making you let out a genuine frightened yelp.

"Billy!" You scolded before giggling breathlessly "Fine you two can come up here with me." You say squirming out of Billy's arms you smile up at the starry sky.

Stu sets down a blanket, and sits down on it. You follow and sit next to him leaning your head on his shoulder. Billy lays his head in your lap.

You hum a soft tune and relax into your boys, you and Stu's rings clicking together when you join hands.

Not long after twinkling streaks of light begin to dot the sky and you sigh.

"I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be." Billy says softly, and you nod with an awestruck smile not losing your focus on the lights. "Same." Stu says.

You don't notice their gazes locked on you and not the sky.

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-id be fucking dumb not to mention that you all regularly fuck with the radio station when you can.

- you like your job but it's funny to let Stu or Billy just say some dumb shit on air. Nothing too scandalous so you don't get taken off sir but enough to get a solid laugh out of you.

- Stu normally tells what I can boil down to 'haha funny penis joke' and Billy's a little more sophisticated. ('haha funny penis joke but less obvious' basically)

- let me be perfectly clear, Stu and Billy couldn't give less of a shit about what you look like, but the fact you're bigger than the both of them makes them all sorts of soft.

- they call you their 'big bear' and have accidentally called you that multiple times in public (mainly Stu going 'big bear!' when he sees you, he says it's an accident but it may be just to see the panic on everyone's face for a second.)

- Stu likes to wrestle you, especially if you're playing around or in general rough housing. He sometimes pretends it's just guys being guys but it's really just to be close to you in public. He also likes the feeling of trying to overpower you because he's definitely not in charge with Billy, but you're nice enough to let him pretend for a little bit.

- in an AU where they don't die, somehow aren't caught for their crimes, and don't do anything dumb enough to get them killed before 2015 they see the legalization of gay marriage across the entire united states. Billy and Stu have a big fight about who gets to legally marry you, of course you're all at the altar, but whoever legally marries you will get to change the last name of the entire polycule.

- you agreed on a hyphenated name but you can only have one of their last names and both of them aren't too keen on changing their name (Billy wins, meaning you're 'Y/n Loomis-L/n' Stu's 'Stu Loomis-L/n' and billy is of course 'Billy Loomis-L/n')

- by the start of the reception Stu isn't angry anymore and keeps repeating Mr.Loomis-L/n every time he has to say something to one of you two.

- for now you three have different last names but the exact same heart.

#x reader #x chubby reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x hairy reader #x transmasc reader #stu matcher x billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis x reader

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sunnibits · 1 year

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imagine izzy goes overboard during a storm and after he's rescued, ed has stede take him to the captains cabin to get him out of his wet clothes and warm him up so he doesnt get hypothermia. eds still out working on deck, and stede and izzy either arent together yet (or they just got together very recently) and arent quite comfortable with each other yet. izzys a little bit in shock and stedes never seen him like this before 🥺

OUGHHHH YESSS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. HYPOTHERMIA IZZY SO REALLL <333

oh my god wait this just reminded me I literally have an unfinished fic buried in my notes app that is incredibly similar to this lmao!! it was about Izzy staying out working in the rain too long and so his boyfriends finally force him to take a break while Ed takes over for him. then stede helps him out of his wet clothes and gives him a warm bath!!!! 🥺🥺 I never finished it but ough, I liked the idea a lot!

no but honestly “let’s get you out of those wet clothes” is literally one of my all time favorite tropes, oh my GOD. cannot emphasize enough how crazy it makes me for real. like it could be a sexy scenario or just a nonsexual caretaking scenario, it could be a bit whumpy/angsty if you do it right or it could just be soft and warm and fluffy, it’s just sooooo sweet and tender and adaptable and I love all the implications of it so much <3333 the moment that line drops in a fic you KNOW I am gasping and squealing and kicking my feet. give me a “let’s get you out of those wet clothes and warm you up” fic ANY day.

godddddd anyways I do looooove the idea specifically of Izzy being in this very shaken, slightly sickly state and Stede just being like “ohhgghhh uhhh what do I do oh no why isn’t he yelling at me that feels like a bad sign. he should be yelling at me. I’m worried. Ed help.” but like slowly starting to awkwardly take care of him,,, maybe Izzy’s a little resistent at first but he’s so tired and cold that he goes along with it anyways….. Stede wrapping a blanket around him hesitantly and murmuring “that’s it dear, you’re alright now” almost without thinking,,, Izzy looks so strangely fragile and small in the moment in a way that’s kind of making Stede stare without meaning to, because he just looks so childlike?? and he’s not hissing at him for once??? He’s just cold and shivery and his hair is out of place and soaked, and despite all their rocky history Stede can’t help but just want to take care of him and wrap him up like a burrito <3333

then of course when he is finally warmed up and properly buried in blankets, he ends up falling asleep against Stede’s shoulder on the couch, sitting in front of the fireplace <33333 Ed walks in and kind of raises his eyebrows in surprise and looks like he’s going to tease, but Stede just silently shushes him as to not to wake the baby boy…… yeah. yeah.

#sorry again for getting rambly but I simply cannot be bothered to write things in a nice cohesive way #ask box #stizzy #izzy hands #stede bonnet #ofmd

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magicaldreamfox1 · 2 months

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🥺🎢✨ for the writer ask game!

wahhhh three at once !!!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

since this is writers ask game this has to be abt writing. right. soooooo uhmmmmm... not to be a whore on main but i love small moments of tenderness. like holding hands hugs i love hugs ough. any of that and im immediately like 🥺 this applies to canon too so. double answer. just in case

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

hmmmmm im gonna take this as like from the writing experience perspective. and it absolutely has to be sugar daddy au. like it's truly a rollercoaster for me 😭 im experiencing the epic highs and lows of writing death rebirth cycles of violence etc etc going from having so much fun and giggling and kicking my legs to like harrowed from the war (writers block)

it's a lot 😭

overall i don't think my fics are that wild tho. besties who know my wips feel free to chime in tho

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

🥺🥺🥺 this is very sweet esp bc i've been feeling bad abt it lately. hmmmmmmm

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

can i say i really like my vp tma verse fic? i really like my prose there let me find a good excerpt

i did a lot of cool things in this fic im very proud of it !

im also very proud of the progress i made with my writing since i started posting on ao3 (my 2 year anniversary is coming up in april 🥺) !

and also bc i cannot shut up abt sugar daddy au. im very proud that i had the courage to start it and that im still committed to it. and that it's turning out as well as it is ! 🥺🥺🥺

send me an ask for the writer's emoji ask game!

#sorry i took so long to answer !#the last question was hard 😭#thanks for the ask <33333 #wow me talking abt the tma verse fic just as tma is nr 1 trending. this is so real #ask game answers

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lumiereandcogsworth · 4 months

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🎥🤩🏡🤔

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer. okay fair enough, i forced a disney question on you so now i suffer with a song question. UHHHHH???? i mean bold of you to assume any of my fics are long enough to even withstand HAVING a trailer. i guess going based on length, my longest one, my 18k pre-canon adam lore, that would could easily have my eyes by the lumineers for its trailer. as you well know that’s THE adam song. i truly don’t know what i’d pick for any of the other semi-long ones so uhhh, there’s your answer 😎

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received? oh golly i receive meaningful comments all the time!! i’m very blessed with a small but incredibly loyal readership 😭 i have one reader who often says “i have tears in my eyes” and that always gets me. i love that i can evoke that with my words!! whether it’s real tears or figurative, i’m glad i can touch people’s hearts that way! also whenever someone THANKS me for my writing i’m like shdksjdks NO THANK YOU!!!!!!!! like gosh you’re so welcome. it is literally My Honor😭 being thanked for my passion?? my goodness. also @roberrtphilip always leaves comments that make me giggle and twirl my hair. he just Gets It. i love making alex explode with my fluff >:)

🏡What is your perfect writing environment? laying or sitting on my bed, it’s like 1am, everything is quiet, i’m Lost in the moment as i frantically type to get every idea out fast enough. ough. best feeling in the whole world

🤔What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing? SO MUCH AHDJSJ. i’ve noticed my narration style is like, idk what the word is, a bit cheeky? i’m always saying shit like “it wasn’t quite what he intended, but it worked well enough” like idk i feel like i’m a tad sassy as a narrator but in an endearing way. “it wouldn’t possibly work, of course, but we’ll give them points for trying.” neither of these quotes are direct but they’re VERY much my narration vibe. that’s more a style though not specific words or phrases. okay uhhmmm i mean i definitely say a lot of fluffy words a lot but hey that’s my brand babey! i say “sweet” and “warm” and “gentle” and “softly” all the time. they say “i love you” all the time. tender kisses and loving eyes. it’s all the same stuff but gosh do i eat it up Every Time. and my readers seem to as well, so it’s a win-win 😌

fic asks!

#thank youuuuu >:3 #gayassbenaffleck #answered

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sighonaraa · 10 months

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🦟 and also 🪲 for the ask game

🦟 Recommend a fic that makes you smile! Fluffy, sweet, light-hearted, that sort of thing. :)

You Think You're A Man (8611 words) by Vamillepudding Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent Characters: Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Protective Keeley Jones, Well-Meaning Roy Kent, Roy Tries To Teach Jamie How To Be A Man, Jamie: I'd rather not, Light Angst Summary: “You’re doing what?” Keeley asks, her voice tinny because Jamie put her on speaker. It’s a video call, but Roy can’t see her face, because he’s too busy standing ankle-deep in water and cursing. “He said he’s fixing my pipes,” Jamie confides. “Is that a euphemism?” Keeley asks. It's not. * Or: When Jamie's house gets flooded, Roy embarks on a mission to teach him some important life skills. For some reason, Jamie seems less than appreciative.

this fic by @vamillepudding is so sweet and tender and lovely. the way they write jamie and roy's dynamic in the context of what it "means to be a man" is heartfelt with enough lightheartedness that it never veers into Overt Angst. go give it a read!!

🪲 Recommend a great fic centered on your favorite character!

and i do appreciate you being 'round (13644 words) by laminy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jamie Tartt, Leslie Higgins, Jan Maas, Keeley Jones, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso), Julie Higgins (Ted Lasso), Ted Lasso Additional Tags: Higgins Pretty Much Adopts Jamie, Maybe Jan and Jamie Are Flirting, Jamie Tartt Needs Friends, Developing Friendships, Male Friendship Summary: Jamie's still trying to fit in at Richmond. To him, that means buying friendship. Turns out, people like him even when he doesn't spend money on them.

GAH. i love this fic. it explores the CRIMINALLY underexplored dynamic between jamie and higgins, while also incorporating jamie's relationships with the rest of the team as well. it's just. so well-written and sweet and funny and ough. love it.

thank you for the asks!! <3 <3

#ask games #asteria-argo #for the fic rec ask game!#long post #ted lasso #fic recs

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finelinens · 7 months

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OH WOWOWOW I ADORE UR ART. I love how tender they r and idk how to describe it but you just draw them with so much. physicality. like I can see their weight and how tight they're hugging each other and like DAMN !!!!! THEY R IN LOVE AND U CAPTURE IT SO WELL IN SO MUCH OF UR ART !!!!! what a coincidence I also just drew something from one of tippys fics their writing makes me so dizzy. living on a faultline was my intro to their work and that fic seriously drives me crazy

AHHH thank you so much this is so kind of you to say. tippy's writing is seriously so great, definitely one of the best authors i've read in the fandom :') your girldads dnf art is sooooo sweet ough

#ask #people are nice

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baladric · 1 year

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Ough Maia mommy kink...that's exquisite...would also fit with his intense reaction when he first met Hesero...and Csethiro would be the best soft domme...sword fighting muscle mommy... What kinks do you think the other characters have? I read that one Cala/Beshelar boot worship fic on ao3 and it's lived in my head rent free ever since

ohhhh anon. oh sweet beloved dear anon, i am kissing you on the forehead, i love you so, you are so wise and clever

the funny thing is i feel like there's UHHH wrong answers to the tge kink question(s) so like these are all just ME, having read surprisingly little of the extant fic for this fandom (once i start writing for a thing, i weirdly lose interest in reading for it)

i will say i'm on the fence about the general Softness of csethiro's domme'ing ;alkdfjw like in the universe where i get everything i want, csethiro's had some Experience™ with ladies in vedero's circle (i think a lot about the passingly-referenced aizheän tativin A Lot), and so i think she comes to maia's bed with a skill set that feels very inapplicable to her at first, and also involves a lot more Meanness than she expects maia to be in any way into?? so i think it takes them a good while to get to anything particularly kinky—but when they do, i think csethiro is the dominant party for a Long Time, like mommy kink stuff obvs, praise kink goes w/o saying imo, definitely like rope bondage in the manner of silk ribbons and calling maia Pretty and treating him like a doll, and when his anxiety is eating him alive? i honestly think he asks her to get kind of mean to him!! like lance the wound, right? voice the bad things!! get it all out of his head and into the real world and then throw it out the goddamn window at the end!! there is so much catharsis to playing in the space of self-hatred in a controlled environment, i am just sayin

also i think they find out during some regular tender vanilla sex that csethiro does, in fact, love Actual soft-dom maia, and then they play with service roles and something along the lines of hypnosis, like maia talking her into a meditative state and going to town on a list of pre-arranged tasks, etc!

and like. 100% of the time i think their sex is INCREDIBLY gender-fucked. like the bed hangings shut and neither of them has ever heard of a binary gender, everyone is babygirl and also daddy and sunshine and silly boy and little slut and and

and then there's cala and beshelar ;lkajdflaw;kfjdsd like the SHORT list: major S/m (painplay, humiliation/degradation mostly), bondage, breathplay, definitely some INVOLVED roleplay, and i think cala likes to wig deret out with the idea of semi-public things (plugs, cages) even though they both know they can like. never ever risk that bc like talk about compromising their attention for protecting maia!!! as well as i rly love the idea of them both just. knowing each other so well that they can drop each other out of their heads with a few words once the door shuts behind them when a day has been rough, bc jesus god are their jobs hard and long and they know when the other one needs to just. fuck off and get fucked. for a while. (also they are very very sweet to each other and both so huge into aftercare, it's basically the whole point to them, like the other one having let go enough to allow themself to be proper taken care of and petted and loved on OUGH)

csevet aisava has cumslut energy. i'm sorry. he just does. that's a twink who just wants to be on his knees until his brain turns off, okay.

telimezh is vanilla and i love him. berenar, however, FUCKS.

thara celehar is a babygirl and he does not want anyone to know this, ever, including the person he is actively having sex with. this goes hand in hand with a STRONG humiliation kink, which you can bet Iäna "Daddy Dom" Pel-Thenhior uses to screw with him SO HARD

meanwhile iäna wants little more in the world than to be blown in the wings of an active performance and then fucked raw in a dressing room, half-clothed and made to stare at himself in the mirror while it happens

vedero drazhin mostly wants to slap csoru drazharan in the face i think. and make her cry. and then go read a book.

hope this helps <3

#i'm SO glad you asked anon #aj answers #anonymous ask #ask #tge

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amporella · 2 years

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Stan for the bingo

BINGOOOOOO!!

Sweet beloved precious Stan. I really have a hard time ranking characters once I get past #3 or so, but Stan is very much up there, and honestly, how could he not be? He is literally perfect. Has there ever been a more tender, more sweet, more lovable character ever in all of media? I THINK NOT.

As if he was not already terrific, his outfits are also consistently amazing. Knight Stan? Stunning. Toolshed? Groundbreaking. Also, I'm kind of crazy about the theme of masculinity in Stan's outfits? His main personas - a Knight and the equivalent of a handyman - are traditionally masculine, and something about that speaks to me. Sweet baby masc Stan... I love you.

HE IS DEEPER THAN HE SEEMS. And I know that's probably a little weird considering that he is maybe the most fleshed out character on the show? But seriously, he is. @/south-park-meta has some really notably great Stan meta that I highly recommend checking out; you can appreciate Stan as a deep character just from his appearances in the show, but you can REALLY REALLY appreciate him once you read some really well-written meta about him. And fortunately, there is a lot of it!!

I do think he's gotten done dirty by fans, but not in the sense of him being too jocky or too masculine or whatever; Stan's depression certainly plays a major role in his character, but I've also seen it be brutalized quite frequently within the fandom, in a lot of ways? It is anyone's right to depict his depression in whatever way they want, but it's also generally agreed upon that there are certain portrayals that are closer to canon than others - and I'm sure we've all seen versions where his depression is romanticized, ramped up, etc that makes him really unrecognizable. And like, I think this is to be expected. This fandom has a large percentage of teenagers, and frankly, a lot of teenagers are depressed; there is bound to be a lot of projection onto a similarly depressed character, which is fine! Everyone projects, consciously or not, but I do grimace instinctively a little at the sight of fics that lean REALLY hard into it without much nuance. And I'm sure that floats some people's boats!! It's just not mine. It's the same reason I'm generally a little hesitant on goth Stan; it's easy to lean into this trope of a gothy, edgy, depressed character and forget that goth Stan doesn't embody Stan as a whole, and neither does depressed Stan.

I summed this up in Kyle's character bingo, but I'll say it again here; I do think Stan works better as part of a dynamic, and I think Kyle does too. They're canonically basically inseparable (and they gravitate back towards each other when they are separated), and they function better together - Stan did say that he would regret not forgiving Kyle for the rest of his life, and really, what more proof do you need. They're just better together!!! That's all.

I've also said this before, but yes. He has never done anything wrong. I crumpled up like a paper towel the first time I read a post claiming that Stan was abusive to Kyle in Ass Burgers, because ough no. I don't think so. It's okay to lean Kyle's side while admitting that Stan was suffering very deeply, had no ill intent towards Kyle, and was incapacitated against his will for a large portion of the episode. He doesn't deserve to be blamed for what he did; he is consistently a kind, endlessly caring character, and he's made up for saying 'fuck you' to Kyle a million times over. Don't hold it over his head. It makes me sad :(

Thank you for the ask!! Stan is my beloved and I'm deeply in love with many adult portrayals of him.

#south park #stan marsh #asks #i got another stan ask too! thank you alister #i'll get to christophe soon owo

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BTW I am constantly going back to stare at the one drawing you made of Bishop and Lucky all the time 24/7. I am always thinking about them......

Lucky's little heart zipper🥺🥺🥺

Also the way Bishop looks at Lucky,,,,, so tender,,,,,,, so kind,,,,,,,, keep him safe hold him in your arms,,,,,,,,,, I'm sooooooosososososososo normal and completely sane about them grrrrrrrr GRRRRRRRRRR

My brain is on a constant loop of "What if Lucky did unspeakable things to that guy" to "What if they kissed tenderly under the moonlight. What if they were both kinda awkward about it but they soon find themselves in their own rhythm and for a little bit- for just a small bit, everything feels okay,,,,,, they feel safe,,,,,,," I have these thoughts and then I start foaming at the mouth and clawing at the floor because GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

There are SEVERAL scenarios I did not put in the porn thread because they were soso soooo sappy and I felt embarrassed sharing them cuz I'm making myself flustered and kicking my feet like ough wow wow okay ueueueueueueueue

I love them both sm but if I ever encountered Bishop I would immediately punch him so hard and then I'd trip him and I'd run away. I need to express affection through violence but also I discriminate against tall people💥💥💥💥💥 fuckin shrink loser (Captain when I get my fuckin hands on you- so help me god when I get my godamn hands on you)

I also stare at Rabbit a whole bunch because I'm feeling kinda lesbian about her............. Rabbit fits into a LOT of traits I find attractive in women so everytime Rabbit does something I'm kinda just like 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 Twirls my hair cutely...... heeeeeeeeyyyyy Rabbit *leans on my super expensive car* hiiiiiiiiiiiii🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

And she's just really short compared to Captain and it makes me happy cuz DESPITE my desire to remove his height advantage- seeing taller and shorter characters side by side puts happy chemicals in my brain,,,,,,,,,,, he can pick her up,,,,,,,, he can hold his whole crew,,,,,,,,,,, (Current Bishop might kick him if he tries though, good for him-)

-Watcher

Auagh 🥹 THANKYOUUU AHghh-- 💖💗💞💖💗💞💖💗💞

The heart zipper is so cute, ever since i started drawing him he's got that silly little heart and I can't stop 🥺🫶🥺

Yesyesyes!! Bishop wants to see him be happy, to keep him safe from harm. Lucky doesn't deserve what's happened to him and what will happen,, 🥺

Ohmy godd,,, What if they did that,,, That's so sweet,,, ahhh 🥺🥺🥺

You shouldn't be embarrassed!! Sometimes we need to destroy and tear and claw at everything and others? Well,, is it too much to ask to be held? To be cradled in one's arms, let your head rest against their shoulder and just listen to each other in silence? To trust and feel safe with each other like that,, 🥺 It's so sweet and yet not enough,, 🥺

Treating Bishop like Wrench 😭 (Understandable, honestly) Why is everyone so tall, what are you hiding from all the way up there?? (Captain has no right to be 7'4, this is a crime)

YESS RABBIT IS YEAHH YEAHYEAH!! 💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞

The height difference between Captain and his crew is insane and I love it so much. HE REALLY JUST CAN PICK ANY OF THEM UP AND IT WOULD BE NOTHING!! (Bishop would bite and scratch and kick and try to strangle him 😊 <<< FERAL CAT)

ALSO, I AM WORKING ON PROPER REFERENCES FOR THE CREW TOO, I WILL GET THERE EVENTUALLY,, (the fic comes first 😌) IT'S BEEN REALLY FUN SO FAR >:D

#ask #watcher #tsitd

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 22

IN THIS EPISODE OF SURPRISINGLY TENDER TENDERNESS:

It had her soul by a hook, a barbed arrow digging into her flesh, gouging her bloody the more she tried to escape it.

JUST KIDDING

okay i’m just gonna HOP RIGHT IN if u dont mind me cause we in it now and i DON’T have time to catch you all up go read the fic!!!!!!!!!!!! DONT ASK ME SHIT

A direct line suited her better. From up here, with only the rain between her and the sky, the path ahead was so clear. The tether was a straight line.

a gaydar so refined it comes with its own overlay. sweet.

the planet below her resisted, no matter how she insisted

even when she persisted?

She pushed, and the force released like a broken dam, propelling her body away from the unyielding world beneath it—she leapt, high into the air, and it was like flying. With huge bursts of Aura, she cushioned her falls and leapt again, from rooftop to rooftop, making a straight line across the city.

can u imagine yr in umbraroot having a grand old time minding yr own business and then u see Very Famous Tenured Professor of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch, pinging herself across the sky? nobody would believe u. do u think it’d b on the news.

The rain fell hard. It was pitch dark. Glynda had the phantom of a scent: like the last breath of a campfire before it died, like a kinder version of the acrid stench of Grimm, Cinder’s trail was clear as day to her. She was getting close; she could sense it, like blood on the wind.

ISNT THIS NOSTALGIC,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow. its like glynda’s abt to ruin vale’s infrastructure all over again,

If Cinder was in a fight, this rain would muzzle her. Glynda remembered it vividly: how frustration tainted Cinder’s face in Forever Fall, how her fire sputtered and died. Even Cinder would lose her edge here, in this cold downpour. If she was in trouble—if she—

remember when glynda realised this for the first time and was like ‘hoho’ only now its made a thousand times worse because u have a crush emotions r hell and yr in the soup now!!!!!!!!!!! YR IN THE SOUP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She almost ran right past Cinder—might have missed her entirely, if not for the painful yank at her own soul.

did cinder just hit the ground like a wet grape

“Don’t touch me!” Cinder’s voice was raw. She snarled the words out like a cornered animal and lashed out with one arm, hitting Glynda’s hand away. The other arm was limp, still tucked to her chest.

BE GENTLE WITH KITTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, lure her ass out w/ some shrimp on a string,

She shook like a frightened fawn under Glynda’s touch, ratchet tense and wholly spent of strength.

i cannot even describe how many of these scenes i am seeing so vividly in my head and my GOD do i wish i were better at sequential art cause i want to draw them ALL........................ I WANNA DRAW OUT THIS WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

god i cant like. TALK ABT THIS SCENE WITHOUT COPY-PASTING THE ENTIRE THING BUT AAAAAAAAAA god. GOD. i just. phew. PHEW. its REAL TENDER. GLYNDA PICKING CINDER UP LIKE A LIL GRAPE AND wait diesel is this the thing you drew art of. diesel. diesel look at me is this that art--

Her fingers bunched in Glynda’s shirt. They were drenched and cold and Glynda hurt so much inside for her—whatever had happened to Cinder this night had destroyed her, that much was clear.

/sips drink see if i were an asshole id say hoohoo the karma but as i am not i say only this: babey 😔

If they recognized her name, they were determined to act normally when arranging the room she asked for.

“hey didn’t we just see her ping across the city a couple of hours ago--” “greg don’t even ask”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cinder mumbled. “Leave me.”

“I won’t.”

ough,,,, directly in the kokoro i see

The shower was a collaborative effort; Glynda inspected for injuries while Cinder sat in the tub, warm water pelting down on them both.

other slowburns when they share a shower: hoohoo,,,,,,,, the tension,,,,,,,,, the s k i n offal hunt: what if you got in the shower with yr ex-enemy,,,,,,,,,, to inspect her wounds,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and you were both girls 😳

Glynda gently roused her own, pressing a tender flow of it through her palms, offering it to Cinder.

Cinder’s Aura was hollow and hungry. Her soul lapped up everything it was offered. Cinder leaned back slightly, like that would help the boost go through faster; or maybe like all she wanted was a kind touch. She didn’t look back. Slowly, the various cuts and scrapes that littered her body erased themselves.

i am loving this mirroring which you probably already guessed but im like wriggling in my chair abt it all,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS GAY SHIT. FUCK YEA. FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA

She turned off the shower and stepped out, gathering up the biggest towels she had found, bundling Cinder up in one and fluffing her hair again. This time the white towel came away clean. Cinder peered out owlishly, her face a far healthier color despite the purple bruising that remained around her eyes, telling plainly of her weariness.

OKAY straight up that description is so cute i physically clapped a hand to my mouth and went ‘AWUGH’ because BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B A B Y

There was a gulf between them in the hotel bed.

It wasn’t at all like their nights at Cinder’s house. This was closed off. Distant. A thousand questions and answers hung unspoken in the air, heavy like the rain clouds themselves. The two of them were warm and dry, but not much else. There was little comfort to speak of.

see the real slowburn experience is having progress and losing that shit again. we take one step forwards and two back. u get the HIGH and then u get the real low but rn i hope cinders round face smiles once again. nobody who looks that baby like should ever b so sad and thats a fact 😔

Cinder, in her sleep, started crying again. It came and went in disconnected pieces, until she finally cried herself awake, startling out of her dreams.

i sent this crying cat in response to the update announcement but i never knew how real it was until now

again there’s a whole ass section where i cant pick one bit cause its ALL good but GOD this fucking. whole silent conversation theyre having. OUGH. THE SOULMATES.

When Cinder didn’t answer the question, Glynda held one arm out, lifting the blankets between them. “Cinder.”

Glynda didn’t know which surprised her more: that she had offered, or that Cinder accepted.

OH???????????

She settled quietly, face pressed into Glynda’s collarbone, her breath flitting warm over scar-marked skin. Glynda’s arm, curled around her back, weighed her down. Cinder did not hold on to her in return. She was folded up around herself, fitting into the space Glynda had made for her, taking to warmth and shelter like an abandoned child.

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;w;

also whuh-oh:

The fear was eating her alive, and bit by bit, her skin seemed to unravel, every layer of her body sloughing off into just meat, rent through by that light—it felt like teeth, like destruction, like being twisted apart in some giant’s hands like an insect having its wings pulled out. It held fury like she had never felt. She quailed before it, and it bared its teeth, black tar and grave-rot spilling from between yellowed fangs.

Glynda tried to close her eyes, to look away, to run away, but it seized her like a bear trap sinking its jagged teeth into the wrong prey, snapping a much more fragile deer bone with ease. It sieved her being out from between her ribs, drinking only the cacophony of her soul, lapping up every part of her inheritance—all the while she was fighting, struggling helplessly in its grasp, her mind mere shatterings of bright-red pain, with only slivers of meat and fragments of bone remaining of her body—torn apart by lances of sunlight, burning like fire, a dawn that came with the sound of a scream.

firstly: 👈😎👈

secondly: do i gotta say how i love how visceral this fic is? i say it like in every liveblog. BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was coming. It would destroy her. With ease, with relish, it would tear her still beating heart from her chest and discard it, offal from the slaughter—and then it would dig deeper still, to draw out of her that very engine that kept her moving.

is this the closest we’ve gotten to an almost title namedrop?

Glynda stared through the darkness, seeing nothing, but knowing without a doubt that her gaze pointed north like a compass.

HRM............................................. I N 👈 T E R 😎 E S T I 👈 N G

THATS CHAPTER 22 BABEY. it was VERY good. i mean rip cinder’s whole ass but i do love her. i love this evil baby. i also love glynda picking her up with all the effort of picking up a bag of crisps,

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog

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