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nymika-arts · 2 years

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hey everyone! i wanted to post a mini store update for a couple reasons: firstly, i’ve uploaded some leftover stock from my grad exhibition store, so there are 2 copies of the spooky print bundle available (including several different prints than the last one i offered) and for a limited time all comic orders come with a free sticker.

second, i only have a very few taylor swift keychains left, so if you’d like one make sure you grab it before they’re gone!

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check out my store here ✨ you can also support me on ko-fi, or even just rbing this post is super helpful 💖 ily all!

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trainingdummyrabbit · 7 months

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Hey, I know you're a Projmoon fan, I guess I'm curious because I'm at an impasse on what to do rn, did you play through the entirety of Lobotomy Corporation, did you just skip it entirely for Ruina, or did you read a summary/watch a cutscene compilation or let's play/something else? And what would you recommend as an approach? I've tried playing through Lobcorp but it's just extremely tedious and I'm considering skipping it to get to something I think I'll like more (Ruina)

oh!! ok my answer is a little bit complicated tbh; bc i havent. played any of the series at all. WAHAHA

what i personally did was um. attempt to watch an incomplete lobcorp lp ==> couple months radio silence ==> watched one (1) day of gameplay from a friend (for one boss fight specifically) ==> got recc'd summaries i slowly watched thru ==> couple months radio silence. ==> watched someone else's (actually complete) lp ==> (rabbit hole'd) summaries again.

um. dont do that. JSNBGKHDBK

im not gonna act like i Know how t tackle a series like this (since it took me like 4 circles around to Actually Commit to it (and also im kind of. new. here)) BUT from my personal opinion of the series and how it carries itself, i CAN recc at least Some order of something.

TRY to play Lobcorp! which i can kinda see is already done on your end. its something i Super want to try but absolutely know i wont finish SKJFNKDJF;; the main draw of PLAYING lobcorp is the struggle. it Sucks! its Long and Tedious and the game HATES you... and that's the point! it's plot relevant. it's an experience i didnt get to feel, but can so painfully just Understand by merit of watching someone else do it, only skipping about occasionally. tl;dr: the game loop is Telling A Story, Dragging You In-- THAT is the draw in insisting folks play it. it genuinely makes the... everything... hit that much harder. Once youve given it your best, dont feel ashamed to look for someone who's Done It! (i hear a lot of folks havent completed lobcorp themselves, so ✌) DONT UM . SKIP IT COMPLETELY THOUGH ruina is literally a Direct Sequel to it. i think it does a good enough job at introducing the setting on its own, but i am GRABBING YOU this shit will hit fucking DIFFERENT if you Understand. also its a lovely game worth looking at and appreciating bc GOD what a fucking experience those last few days are. i do not cry that easily to stuff like this but OUGH. AUGH. H

Wonderlab??? its a webcomic thats heavily reccommended you read through, but due to um. circumstances . it doesnt seem t be feasible atm. however, there IS a synopsis up thats pretty darn good! wonderlab, iirc, isn't directly plot relevant, but DOES introduce certain important concepts for ruina. however, it's not Mandatory, as ruina Also explains these things. as far as i know, its just a fun lil kickass story in the universe taking place between series you can look at if you want :)

Play Ruina! or watch, i guess. again, i watched an lp and it kicked the shit out of me emotionally (affectionate) so honestly do what you will here, i suppose.

honestly though, these are both super fucking long-ass and ridiculously heavy games so you're probably gonna be here a while. it took me like two weeks of committed watch time t look into Properly, and that was even when i started skipping straight to cutscenes at the latter half. embrace that! i cant stop you, but id heavily reccommend at the very least watching through the gameplay loop for a good chunk of the time-- giving the story that space really hammers home the... Everything. heavily heavily recc letting it Have that space.

for ruina specifically though, definitely at least watch through the beginning and ending legs of every fight-- and at least a solid chunk of every boss fight. if you're intent on skipping round gameplay loops like i did, imean. watch the boss fights watch the boss fights these fuckers do NOT play around. i cannot applaud these games' soundtracks enough and i wont say anything but trust me trust me trust me.

ANYWAY. here's the stuff that was recc'd to me, personally! if you wanna give watching through the series a go! :]

Lobcorp LP: [x] (Commentated+Completed! I couldn't find any no-commentary ones that were finished, but honestly for its gameplay loop it Helps. Blind on his end, but he does genuinely really like the series so i give it a thumbs up ✌) Ruina LP: [x] (Same guy :] also completed!) Lobcorp SUMMARY: [x] (Brief, but a good opener+summary!) Wonderlab SUMMARY: [x] (It Sure Is Wonderlab!!) Ruina SUMMARY: [x] [x] (Actually incomplete, but goes pretty well in depth and is easy to watch+absorb.) Alt SUMMARY: [x] (Consists of both parts of the duology! I haven't actually watched it in a while so i don't exactly remember much t say about it, but it sure is on my list!)

#TAG ESSAY BUT ITS IMPORTANT ACTUALLY HI <33 #pikasks #long post #speaking only what i know and feel from th short amount i can speak for!!!!!!#VERY VERY good game series though when it hits it fucking HITS.#its just 'im in hell im in hell im in hell im in hell-- OH FUCK.'#transitioning to a slightly more jaded 'ah. hell. --OH FUCK.'#ANYWAY. for lobcorp; abnormality lore isnt PLOT IMPORTANT but it IS very very fun storytelling so if you like fun spooky stuff. nods.#again-- do what you will and what you think is most fun-- this is just what i think would have th most impact!#for me tho watching the summaries THEN the gameplay helped a lot bc i do Not retain info well at ALL #. i also get really stressed when characters are in danger and i dont know what will happen to them so that helped there too KSJNFKJD #again. heavy heavy series but if its your speed its SO worth it.#ALLSO THERES CONTENT WARNINGS HI YEAH theres an image available but tbh most of it isnt that bad.#EXCEPT ONE INSTANCE. if you dont wanna know when dont read ahead BUT #REALLY HEAVY BODY HORROR AND GORE WARNING for one specific part of ruina-- nothing good happens on trains. <3 #it builds up to it very well so you can see it coming p easy-- no jumpscares-- but YEA THAT BODY SURE CAN HORROR.#THATS ALL. OK. HAVE FUN <33

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kaffeebaby · 11 months

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What kinda stuff are you writing about!!

Most of the stuff I'm writing right now are better call saul fanfics. I've always been more of a fanfic writer as opposed to making original characters and worlds.

A lot of my fanfic ideas are the "What if this happened instead?" genre. Like what if Gus rehired Gale and made him work with both Walt and Jesse? That would change a lot of stuff, and I had explored some ideas months ago, but I kinda stopped thinking about it as much as other ideas that were more interesting to me started crowding my mind. I don't want this post to get too long but also >:3c

Lately, I've been trying to come up with ideas for a fic where Chuck forgets to cancel his appointment when he's having his last breakdown, so he misses his appointment and his therapist shows up at his house concerned. And she ends up getting him to a hospital where he can be treated before he has the chance to do anything worse than tear his house apart. That event would completely change everything else that happens in the show, and would even impact the stuff that happens in BrBa, so it's been a lot to think about. I basically have to figure out a way for Chuck's life to become livable for him, plus I have to figure out how Saul can still happen if Chuck is still there and Kim doesn't divorce him due to Howard and Lalo never happening, and. Many other things.

But I have a rough outline of different things that need to happen, and I'm the type of person that daydreams or fantasizes a lot throughout the day, especially at night, so it's nice to have a pet project that has some interesting challenges. I get to justify thinking about blorbos all day because it goes back to something I want to write about.

The one wip I mentioned in my tags was a Chuck and Howard smut that I was writing during January this year. I planned to have it finished and posted on Valentine's Day, but I got the stomach flu like two weeks before that which completely ruined any ability to write people having sex. I tried to keep writing after I wasn't sick anymore, but it was kinda done for at that point, since the deadline was actually really motivating me. I've thought about trying to write more on it again, and I've even considered posting it in its half finished state with an author's note that it's not done. There are very few Chuck and Howard fics, and I only ship them recreationally, so at first I wasn't so upset and not finishing and posting the work. But the more time drags on, the more I feel like there are people who would actually like to read my rarepair fanfic, even if I posted it unfinished with a warning and the possibility I'd finish it later. It works where it is right now, but it's very much not as long as I wanted it to be and there's a lot more stuff I wanted to add that I just don't feel the motivation for at this point. But also that doesn't mean I should keep it locked up forever.

I have some other fic ideas that I've been floating around, but my brain has been consumed by my Chuck Lives AU for a while and it's kinda hard to focus on other stuff. I do have a google doc of all my fic ideas though, and I visit it every now and then when I'm in the mood to write or want to refresh what all of my ideas are. I've been a lot better lately at actually writing down ideas as they come to me so that I don't forget them later.

#long post #not really but tagging it just in case #my own writing #I love talking about my fic ideas because it's fun to actually share what im up to #i dont have any irl friends that like brba and bcs so i only get to talk about my fic and art ideas online #most of my fic ideas revolve around chuck because hes my favorite character and i think his therapy era is so interesting #i do have some fics posted on ao3! though they are just 2 very short scenes about chuck being sick or getting better #ive made some progress with my wips but its all like. lateral progress? is that what its called #when you work on a lot of things one step at a time and get them all a little more done. instead of just working on one thing #and getting that done before moving onto the next #anyways this is getting too long #if anyone ever wants to chat about all my fic ideas and maybe troubleshoot or just shoot the shit about writing stuff I'm available in dms #id even be okay talking on discord too! I'm also kaffeebaby over there. and on ao3 which I forgot to mention

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beepboopkek · 5 months

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— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (Female Reader)

Including: Jing Yuan cw: afab!reader, pwp but barely, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in v, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n, light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3941 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: I am so sorry for this I am going to die of cringe later but I needed this out of my brain so I made my best attempt at writing. There is a lot of stuff that is bad but I do not have the energy or patience to do it so, you have been warned, this is a first-time smut from an inexperienced writer whose first language isn't english :3 hope someone out there likes this

You were bored.

Extremely bored.

Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out.

One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.

You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face.

“Yu.”

“My Love.”

You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up.

“You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you.

“I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look.

“Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him.

“Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

You grumbled something with your mouth full.

“I didn’t catch that, love.”

You gulped down your food,

“I said, play Starchess with me”

“Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”

“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.

He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily.

“Go on.”

Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.

“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement.

“Is it-”

“Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red.

“I was going to say Blitz Starchess.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together.

“I hate you.”

Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted.

“I didn’t do anything, though?”

“You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.”

Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again.

“Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.”

You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.

. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.

Shit.

You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,

"Dear?"

You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.

"...Yes?"

"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"

Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,

"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?"

He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you."

Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other.

He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.

There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.

"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn."

"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.

"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"

You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.

"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."

You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.

"Very well then, let the games begin."

You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead.

Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won.

The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face.

Damnit.

You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket.

“Happy?” You deadpanned at him.

“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn

You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn!

You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph.

He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender,

“You got me there,”

You watchedn him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body.

He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one."

"You never specified if accessories were also counted."

You huffed at him, "You never asked!"

"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.

He was right.

He knew he was and continued to play his next move.

Bastard.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.

Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.

Two can play that game.

The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.

By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.

Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.

You were determined, but so was he.

Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.

You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.

The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.

Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.

…You realized very late that you were going to lose.

You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.

You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.

You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and panties, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.

“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”

He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.

“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”

He moved his bishop in line with your king.

“Checkmate.”

You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none.

There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.

But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.

“. . . Fuck.”

You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.

“Alright , alright. You win the 3 games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.”

Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,

“So, what's my reward for winning?”

You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.

“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.”

But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.

“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.

“I'm interested in another reward.”

“What?”

“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”

“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”

“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.”

He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt.

He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear

“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.”

His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.

“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?”

Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.

“Answer me.”

“. . . I don't want you to stop”

He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?”

Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”

He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.

You were down to your panties and bra now, coincidentally, you were wearing one of his favourite sets’.

His kisses continued downward, unbuckling your bra with one hand while the other appreciatively squeezed around your body.

He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.

Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.

He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.

Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your panties.

His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your panties, making the wet patch grow bigger.

“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this wet for me, hm?”

“S-Shut up.”

You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.

He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where your clit is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your panties providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.

“Do you think you can cum just from this alone?”

“I don't k-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he pinched your clit and rubbed it.

“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”

You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.

“I'm feeling nicer today, let's take this off, dear.”

He tugged at your panties and your hazy mind cleared for a second

“Jing Yuan! Don't I-”

A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as you stared in horror at the shredded remains of your panties but before you could utter a word, Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to make circles around your clit.

You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.

He continued flicking your clit at a faster pace before speaking into your ear.

“Be a good girl and cum for me”

You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.

The general continued to make slow and gentle circles on your clit as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses and bites everywhere.

You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.

“So, my hypothesis was correct.”

“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.

You said, not sure if youre referring to the torn panties or the fact that him massaging your clit was enough to get you to cum.

“Of course I will, and any other matching set you like so I can rip them all off of your body.”

His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.

He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.

“Do you want to continue?”

You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.

“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.”

He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso.

“Turn around for me, love.”

You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your pussy as he outlined your lips. Pressing gently on the soft flesh.

Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.

He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,

You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your slit above his cock.

“Tell me if you need a break.”

Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back.

“F-Fuck- too much-”

“You can take it, I know you can.”

He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock.

“There we go.”

Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust while rubbing gentle circles on your clit, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath.

You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.

“. . .Tie my hands, please.”

Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot.

“If i was aware we were going to this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.”

You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through.

Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek.

“There. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock.

Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock.

The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly.

He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas.

Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster.

“Come on, come for me.”

He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to play with your clit.

And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over his cock as he kept his pace.

For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing,

That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body.

“Y-Yu-”

“Just a little more.”

He continued rubbing fast circles over your clit and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard.

It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full.

Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.

He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated pussy.

“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.

“Absolutely not.”

Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.

“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.

“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”

Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightened his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.

“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”

“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,

“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”

“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope you're happy.”

You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.

“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”

“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”

“You know me too well.”

You looked at him into his eyes and he simply gave you a crooked smile

“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”

“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”

You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.

This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.

“Horny bastard.”

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #fem!reader #god i am not your strongest soldier #i am coming up #i just need him inside me #i had to let the demons out #send help #first fic #can i even call it that #in god we trust #i hope someone finds this ok #jing yuan smut #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut

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powerbottom!Wanda x Beefy G!P reader

(this is gonna be kinda long and dirty so be prepared)

Reader and Wanda are both college students who have been mutual pining each other, Wanda tells Nat that she likes reader and really wants to get down and dirty with them but doesn't know what to do Nat gives Wanda these chocolates (which is like those sex Viagra chocolate things) and tells Wanda to invite reader over for a movie night and share the chocolate, and that leads to hella sexual tension and they both can't hold it in anymore and fuck, Wanda rides readers abs and also handcuffs reader to the bed and she teases reader a lot and after a while reader just wants to touch Wanda so bad that they break the handcuffs which turns Wanda on even more and they fuck hard, lots of overstimulation and maybe some breeding (also maybe some fluff at the end as well as reader wants to live in this moment forever so reader uses Wanda's polaroid cam to take a pic of her naked and saves it in their wallet)

sorry this is long but if you do decide to write it just have fun with it and add your own stuff as well, love your fics <3

Study Date

Summary: Wanda and Reader have wanted each other for so long. Natasha, being the good friend that she is, helps the two speed things along and realize just how much they want each other.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,767

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, gn!reader shapeshifter, powerbottom!lwanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, fantasies, teasing, foreplay, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Hey Wanda, I noticed you weren't in class today. I thought I'd lend you my notes,” you say as you hand the pretty girl from your expository writing class your notebook. She smiles as she accepts your offering.

“Awe, you're so sweet! You didn't have to do that! Thank you, I'll type this up and get it back to you as soon as possible,” she says. You smile back and tell her to take her time. The conversation falls flat but you don't want to stop talking to her. You stand there awkwardly as you try to think of something to keep the conversation going. Wanda was doing the same, she didn't want you to leave. She wanted to keep talking to you. She always wants to talk to you. “Hey, I heard there is going to be a party this weekend. My brother is hosting it so I'm going to be there and so will other people. Because it's a party! And that's how… anyway are you going?” Wanda asks nervously as she fiddles with the notebook in her hands. Natasha tries her best to not be repulsed by Wanda’s bad attempt at asking you out. She had no idea that her friend was crushing so hard on someone, let alone you.

“Nah, I have a lot of studying to do,” you reply without giving the invitation much thought. “Maybe another time? This semester has been kicking my ass and I might lose my scholarship if I don't get my grades up.” You admit as you shift on your feet awkwardly.

Wanda frowns and looks hopeless. Natasha rolls her eyes and then cuts in. “Wanda is a fantastic tutor,” she says. “Maybe you should ask her to tutor you,” she spells it out for you when all you said was cool.

“I mean. Um. Would you have time to? I would really appreciate it,” you say as you gesture at Wanda.

“Uh,” she looks at her friend.

“She is available tonight,” Natasha offers up. “I have plans so she’ll be alone in the dorm.” Natasha scribbles down information on a piece of paper and hands it off to you. “Let’s go,” she grabs Wanda and pulls her away.

“See you later!” You shout at them as they leave.

Natasha shakes her head as they continue to walk away. “That was pathetic,” she says to her friend. “I know you’re new to flirting but,” she starts as she opens the door for their dorm building. “That was not flirting. That was just… sad.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I know. I know. I’ve never liked anyone the way I like Y/n before. I want them in ways that I’ve never wanted anyone before.” She presses her palm to her forehead as she blushes.

“Like, losinging your v-card type of want?” Natasha’s eyes widen as her voice lowers while they walk to the elevators. “You hardly wanted to lose it to your Vision! And you were with him for three years!”

“I know!” Wanda says as they enter the elevator. “But gosh, there is something about Y/n that has me,” she stops as someone enters the elevator. She puts her hand on Natasha’s shoulder and sends her a mind message to continue the conversation privately. “I’ve had several wet dreams about Y/n since I saw them running around the track field shirtless.”

Natasha looks at Wanda with wide eyes and thinks, “They had their titties out on the field?”

Wanda shakes her head. “No, they have a shapshifting ability. It’s why they prefer they/them pronouns because they can shift their physical appearance to how they feel they that day. And that day it was a male chest and it was strong and sweaty and-”

“Ok! I don’t need to know anymore. But that is quite an ability, I’m sure a lot of gender nonconforming people would love to have an ability like that.” She said out loud as they stepped out of the elevator. Wanda agreed.

“I think they can do more but I could hardly focus. I started to imagine the possibilities and I was just happy mind reading isn’t one of their abilities.” Wanda says as they enter the dorm.

“I’m glad it’s not an ability of mine either,” Natasha says as she opens the mini fridge. She flips through the different types of chocolate bars that she owns and smiles when she finds the one she it looking for. “I’ve been saving this for a rainy day and honey, it’s getting pretty cloudy.” She hands the chocolate bar over to Wanda.

“Oh, I’ve been craving chocolate all day!” Natasha stops her roommate from eating the candy.

“Woah, not so fast. Wait for your date tonight. Share it with Y/n,” she suggests.

“Why?” Wanda makes a weird face as she tries to figure out what is special about the unlabeled candy.

“Just trust me,” Natasha quickly puts on a special bracelet that prevents anyone with telepathic or empathic abilities from entering her mind and she smiles as she flashes it at Wanda. “The less you know, the better.” She starts to gather her belongings. “I will be out all night. I gave Y/n your phone number so you should be receiving a text or something soon.” She looks around the room to assure herself that she has everything she needs. “Good luck, Wanda. I hope it all goes well. Just please don’t use my bed.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at the bracelet and smiled at her friends departing words. The hug each other, “Thank you.” Natasha leaves the room. Wanda flops onto her bed as she waits for you to text her. She thinks about the times she’s seen you half-naked and sweating. How she’s wished to have your body on top of hers. Wanda bites her bottom lip as she fights the urge to slip her fingers between her legs and imagine that they are yours.

Her phone pings with a notification and she springs up to look at it. It’s you asking what time you should arrive. She licks her lips she tries to make a flirty response but she ends up cringing at everything she types. She settles on just telling you to meet her an hour from now and flops back onto her bed with a sigh. She needed to get it together because in anhour you would be in her room and you needed tutoring. And some how she needed to work in sharing the mysterious chocolate bar with you.

Wanda changed into something a little more suggestive and flashed on a set of lingerie underneath, just in case she became brave enough to try something with you. She cleaned up the room a bit and lit a candle that was enchanted to keep sound in any room that it was lit in. She doesn’t know why but she has a feeling she’s going to get her way and she won’t be quiet about it when she does.

“Smells nice in here,” You say as you enter Wanda’s room. She shuts the door behind you.

“Thank you, it’s a new candle I made. I kind of got into the trend,” she says sheepishly as she stands behind you. There wasn’t room for a sofa in the dorm room so there isn’t one. There was only beds and desk chairs as seating options. “You can sit at my desk,” she points to the desk that is between the beds.

“Thanks,” you say with a blush, “Um, if you’re selling your candles, I would love to buy some from you.” Wanda’s cheeks flush bright pink as well as she sits on her bed.

“I think I have a couple that I can gift you,” she smiles as she gets comfortable. “Alright, so what subject are we starting with?” She asks as you are pulling assignments out of your bookbag and setting them on her desk. She looks at the chocolate bar that was left on her bed and tries to think of how she can offer it to you without it seeming weird.

“Um chemistry has been brutal,” you say as you organize yourself. You try to keep your eyes on the work in front of you because her shirt was tighter than the one you saw her in a couple of hours ago. It was hard enough to be around her when she had loose fitting clothing on. Now that it was accentuating her chest, you thought you might pass out.

“Chemistry happens to be my strongest subject!” Wanda says as she leans over to look at your papers. She quickly gets into helping learn the formulas that you struggled with as well as a lot of the vocabulary that you had mixed up. Deep into the study session, Wanda starts to mindlessly break off pieces of the chocolate bar and eat it.

You accept the pieces that she offers and by the time you've moved onto math, the chocolate bar is gone. You start to feel even hornier than when first walked in but you try to focus on the subject.

“It's kind of hot in here,” Wanda says as she fans herself with her hand. She doesn't know why but her body is on fire. Her clothes feel horrible on her skin but she can't take it off. Not with you here. Oh but she wishes she could convince you to take your clothes off.

“Yeah, it um it is,” you shift uncomfortably as your eyes land on her glistening chest. Wanda’s eyes are glued to your chest as well. The sweat on your body was causing the white fabric of your shirt to become see through. The shirt was clinging to your abs, exposing your six-pack. “Maybe I should um-”

“Fuck me,” Wanda gasps out as she bites her lips. “I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from I-” You cut her off with your lips. Finally kissing her after spending the past few years pining for her. Wanda responds to the kiss just as eagerly. She pulls on your shirt to pull you closer to her until you land on top of her. Your body against hers on her bed. She couldn't think of anything but your lips and your body. She needs you. She needs you now.

“Are you sure,” you try to slow down your kisses. “We can stop at any moment,” you say as you try to catch your breath. Her lips start sucking on your neck and you let out a soft loud groan.

“Why would I want to do that?” She says as she rips your shirt in the middle. You are surprised by her urgency. You didn't know that Wanda even liked you. “Wow,” Wanda gasps as she admires your naked chest. She unhooks your bra and her eyes grow hungrier at the sight. You get rid of the rest of the fabric of your shirt and toss it to the floor. You roll off of Wanda and lay next to her to start to get rid of your pants. You had most of your abilities down but when it came to sexual urges, there was one thing you couldn't control completely. That was the cock that is currently growing and will soon be straining against your jeans.

But before you can unbuckle your belt, Wanda climbs onto your chest and kisses you on the mouth again. “I have an idea,” she says against your lips as she holds your face in her delicate hands.

“Mmm, please share,” you say as you kiss along her jaw. She maneuvers you so that you are laying properly on the bed. Then with magic, she chains you to the bed. Wanda removes her tight shirt and short shorts to reveal the red lace bra and the black thong. Your eyes widen at her lingerie. You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would be here.

Wanda straddles your hips and you groan at the contact of her skin against yours. Her thighs rest against your sides. Her pussy juices drip through her thong and land on your stomach as she starts to gyrate her hips on your abs. You watch her breasts bounce as she moves on your abdomen and you lick your lips as you think about touching her. About sucking on her breasts. Licking her smooth stomach. Wanda puts her hand on your breasts as she continues to use your abs to create friction. You moan as she plays with your nipples. She makes eye contact with you as she leans in close to you. She makes you think she's good to kiss you but then her hips slide down and her pussy starts to ride your bulge as her lips kiss your neck.

“Fuck” you his as her lips move to your collarbone. She sucks on your skin lightly as she makes shapes with her tongue. You imagine her sucking your cock and it causes you to thrust your hips into her middle. She yelps and looks at you. Her pupils have taken over her emerald eyes as she takes your breast into her mouth. “Wanda,” you beg as you thrust your hips up again. She takes her mouth off of your chest as she sits up again. Teasing you by slowly removing her bra. You groan again as you fight against your magical restraints. When her breasts are exposed, Wanda drops her hands to your belt. She unbuckles the accessory and unbuttons your jeans. She pulls your zipper down and stops there.

Wanda drags her fingers at the top of the waistband of your boxers. She is driving you crazy. When she slips her fingers into your boxers you can't take it anymore. With your super strength, you break the magic handcuffs off and grab Wanda and flip the two of you so that you're on top. “That was hot,” Wanda says as she kisses you again.

You get lost in her lips as your hands touch her everywhere. You have them on her hips then on her breasts then on her ass. Her skin is so soft and you want to touch every inch of her. You begin to suck on her neck as you move to explore her body with your lips. She sighs and moans when you reach especially sensitive spots on her body. Her hands continue to trace the ridges of your chest. You drop her breast from your mouth and grin. “You like what you feel?”

Wanda blushes as she grows a bit shy. “I’ve been dreaming about them,” she says with pink cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just want to appreciate them while I have them.” She reaches up and kisses your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she starts to suck on your neck again. Her hands start to trail further down your body. She starts to push your pants and underwear further down until your cock bounces out. You moan from the relief. Her eyes widen at the sight. Her ex-boyfriend was a super computer that looked like a Ken-doll in the private area. She’s only seen dicks online and none of them come close to what is laying against her stomach. She couldn’t imagine how it was supposed to fit inside her virgin hole. She is surprised that fear isn’t controlling her nearly as much as it has in the past. But she can’t keep the thought as you roll your hips and the base of your cock grazes her clitoris just right. Her lips latch to yours again. You are typically someone that likes to take it slow but something has your body buzzing with energy and taking over your actions.

Wanda’s hand wraps around your cock and you roll your hips into her soft hand. You have imagined her jerking you off before. It was in a car or in a closet or at a movie and it was always after or during a date. It wasn’t this fast, or this amazing. Your hand doesn’t compare to hers. You have to pull away as you feel yourself near your edge.

“I’ve dreamt about you too,” you whisper against her lips. You fall lower on her body until your head is between her thighs. You kiss her left thigh first then her right. Wanda wimpers each time your lips press against her thighs. With your tongue you trace letters along her thighs claiming her as yours. “I’ve wanted to be in this position since I saw you at the freshman mixer,” you admit as you drag your tongue along the crevice between her thigh and vulva on her right side. “But you were taken for two more years after that.” You lick the left side and Wanda licks her lips as she watches you tease her.

“Now I’m yours,” she says desperatley, “I’m all yours.” Her fingers lock into your short hair as she pulls you closer to her pussy. “Show me your deepest desires, Y/n.” You nod as you put your mouth on her entrance. You slip your tongue inside of her and use your abilities to have a deeper reach. Wanda’s eyes widen at the sensations as she feels your tongue wiggling inside of her. You feel a wall as you extend your tongue further and your eyes widen as you shrink your tongue to it’s normal size.

You pull away and ask, “Are you a virgin?” Wanda grows shy again and tries to hide her face in her pillows. “It’s okay to be it’s just, are you sure you want to… with me… like this?” You say as you crawl up her body and remove the pillow from her face. “I just don’t want you to regret your decision later if there are reasons you waited this long,” you tell her softly.

Wanda gazes into your eyes and takes your hand and brings it close to her. She kisses the palm of your hand as she holds eye contact and then places your hand over her heart. “I'm sure,” she answers softly. Then she pushes you back so that you lay on the bed. She pulls your pants and boxers all the way off and tosses them behind her. “I want you so bad right now, Y/n. I've wanted you for a long time.” She says as she moves her hands up your thighs until they meet in the middle to give attention to your cock again. She kisses the tip of your penis. Her soft plush lips send shivers down your spine just before she wraps them around the bulbous head. Your head falls back as she deep throats your cock. Taking as much as shee can down her throat without gagging. You’ve never seen that before. You can’t believe it. Wanda removes her mouth and you lift your head back up to watch her. “I don’t have a gag reflex,” Wanda smirks. You make a confused expression and Wanda giggles. She taps her temple, “Mind reader.”

You sit up on your elbows, “Hold on,” you stop her from sucking your cock again. “You’re telling me that you’re more than a witch?” You shake your head. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry for what you saw today. I promise, I like you for more than-”

“No, I don’t… I didn’t read your mind earlier. I,” she crawls up your body and sits on your chest again. She holds your face as she tries to explain her abilities. “I don’t like to know what other people are thinking so I take something that decreases my ability to read peoples minds. I can only read your mind when I’m touching you. I wasn’t doing that earlier,” she explains.

A slow smile graces your lips. You move your fingers a long the length of her arms. “Does that mean you’re seeing what I’m thinking about now.” You take the palm of her hand and press your lips against her soft skin. The hitch in her breath is enough to let you know that she can see exactly what you intend to do with her tonight. “And what do you think?”

Wanda leans in close to your lips and whispers, “I already told you to show me your deepest desires. So stop stalling.” She meets your lips in a slow, deep, kiss. Every time she kissed you she felt the effects of something grow stronger. She couldn’t place where it was coming from but she has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with that chocolate that Nathasha was being so weird about. It didn’t matter anymore. She was so close to having exactly what she wants.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say with a raspy voice as you kiss her back. You move your hands down her body and rip her thong off of her. You aim the tip of your penis at her entrance and slip just the tip in to tease her as the two of you continue to kiss. You pump in her softly, slowly stretching her out with your girthy cock. Wanda’s mouth falls open as you slip inside her previously untouched walls further. You move your kisses from her lips to her cheeks then to her neck. Her hands move from your face to your shoulders as she helps you lower her further onto your throbbing rod. Her nails start to dig into your skin and it causes you to lose control of your thrust as you break her hymn in one strong thrust.

“Holy shit,” she gasps. “I can feel you,” she says as you lick the sweat off from her collarbone. “You’re stretching me,” she moans as you thrust further into her. “I’m so full with your cock,” she continues and you groan as you bring her breast into your mouth. You get the full length of your dick inside of Wanda’s tight walls and you nearly bust a nut from how amazing she feels around you. “It feels so good,” she says while she moves her hips. You smile with your mouth full of her boobs. Then you drop it with a plop as you grab her hips.

You begin to pump inside of Wanda and fuck her as hard as you can. She is shocked by the pleasure she is feeling from such force but she is far from complaining about it. “Yes!” She screeches out as you pound her pussy with your thick meat. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She pulls you closer to her by wrapping her both arms around you. “Fuck you’re in so deep! Oh fuck! It’s so good! Fuck me Y/n! Fuck me!” She shouts as she continues to ride your cock while your hips slam into her.

Your thrusts get so erratic that your cock slips out of her hole and you have to stop your hips from moving. You flip the two of you so that you are laying on top of her before you enter her again. “Ah fuck your pussy is so good, Wanda,” you moan as you enter her tight wet walls that is gripping your dick and pulling you further inside of her. “I’ve never done it raw before. Oh my gosh this feels amazing!” You say as rock your hips into Wanda. The sensitive skin on your penis is feeling every inch of her and you can’t believe any of this is real.

“I’m so close,” Wanda gasps as her nails start to dig into your back. You didn’t know that you’d enjoy that feeling as much as you do. It drives you to speed up your thrusts again as you rub her clitoris with your thumb.

“Cum for me,” you tell her and watch as her eyes roll back and her chest arches up into yours and feel as her walls squeeze the life out of your cock as if her body was trying to milk you. She screams out as she rides the waves of her orgasm. You don’t stop playing with her clitoris even after her body falls limp.

“Don’t stop,” she says as she enjoys the over stimulation. You continue to rub her bundle of nerves while you pump your cock into her.

“I’m, fuck, I’m close,” you warn her. “Don’t, mphm, worry. I’ll pull out,” you grunt out as you start to slow down your thrusts. That’s when Wanda’s legs wrap around your waist and lock you in. “Wanda what are you-”

Wanda pulls you into a deep kiss. She dances her fingers along your jaw as you try to pull away. “Cum inside me,” she whispers. You head starts to shake but the request is too delicious that your eyes roll back as your cum starts to flow out of you and flood her pussy. “Mmm I can feel you pulsing inside of me,” she says as your cock empties inside of her. When you stop erupting, you try to pull out but Wanda shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says, “I don’t want to feel empty just yet.” You nod as you keep the two of you connected and sigh as you lay your head on her naked chest. Your limp body laying on top of hers. She is combing her fingers through your sweaty hair. “That was amazing,” she kisses your forehead.

You give her a lazy smile with your eyes still closed, “It was. I wish we could live in this moment forever.”

“I’ll allow it,” she responds softley. “But you’ll have to promise that you won’t want to be with anyone else.”

You make a face, “That’s an easy promise.” You lean up and kiss her cheek. “There is no one I’d rather be with.” You grab her hand and lay it on your chest over your heart. “You can even scan my mind. Sure, I’ve slept with people in the past. But I’ve always wanted to be with you. No one has ever invaded my mind the way you have.”

Wanda bites her lip and sighs. “I don’t have to search your mind. I trust you.” She kisses your lips.

After an hour of laying in her bed, connected to each other, you eventually pull out of her. Some of your cum flows out when you do and Wanda catches some on her fingers. She sucks them clean and you almost get hard again. But you manage to control yourself since you’re no longer under the influence of whatever you were under. You grab her polaroid camera from the top of her dresser and you point it at her. She gets shy and pulls some of her sheets over her body. She covers her face with her long light brown hair and you snap a picture. You wave it to help develop the image even though you know it doesn’t really do much.

You smile as you look down at the image a year later when you’re getting ready for your wedding. You put the image in your wallet again and it’s still there when you’re racing Wanda to the hospital to deliever the babies. You glance at it when you’re sitting with her in the nursery as you remember the first time you got to have the most wild sex with Wanda and think about how the chocolate her best friend gave her led to all of this. Natasha confessed to what she did in her maid of honor toast. You have it with you on your tenth wedding anniversary and show it to Wanda during the special dinner. She blushes as she remembers how things used to be before the two of you became parents. Although she still made enchanted candles, the Tommy and Billy were quite disruptive with nightmares and bedwetting. It made moments that the two of you wer alone long enough to have sex that much more special.

“You still have this?” Wanda asks as she was looking for cash to pay the pizza guy for the twins fifteenth birthday party.

“Babe, I will carry this in my wallet until the day I die,” you tell her and give her a sweet kiss before running the pizza boxes over to the insatiable teenagers. Wanda paid the man and smiled to herself as she admired her younger form. She kept herself quite fit and so did you, but she couldn’t help but think that some areas were tighter in the picture than they’ll ever be again. She puts it back into your wallet so that you can keep your promise and you do.

The End.

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Nest Swap 3 (baby Tim wakes up in Red Robin's life)

This was without a doubt the best day that Tim Drake had ever had. It was probably the best day any Drake ever had, actually. He was never going back to elementary school. He would use a laser on anyone who tried to take him there. There was probably one here, actually. He set off looking for one.

He found a notebook and a clicky pen with six different colors that he used to take a note about everything he found, to get his thoughts in order. After he had inventoried all the coolest stuff in the secret hideout, he went back upstairs. He was yawning too much to do a lot tonight and anyway, he had to be up in the morning to help Miss Fox. He had important responsibilities to uphold, just like Mom.

Going to bed presented a little bit of a challenge. He dug through the drawers to borrow pajamas, nose wrinkled up at how terrible these clothes were. Most of them were boring. They were way too big, of course. It troubled him.

He dug under the sink and found some super concerning things. He looked in a plastic box in the bathroom closet and eventually found a package of spare toothbrushes. Tim felt a little gross about borrowing toothpaste from a stranger's tube, but he didn't see a way around it. He brushed his teeth, washed his face with something he found in the main bathroom, and took a fast shower.

Tim stood in the main bedroom for a while, pursing his lips. It was where he found all his cool stuff, but it was probably personal space. “I think it would be presumptuous to sleep here,” he decided. He gathered up the electronics and their cords and hauled it all into the next bedroom.

He crawled into bed and tucked himself in. He was out in a matter of minutes, even though the hallway light was still on.

He woke up when he woke up, because he totally forgot that he didn't have an alarm set here. Oops. Tim had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he crawled across the bed to check the time.

It was 9:34 already!?! He was late for Miss Fox! Tim scrambled to open up the email- and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank gosh,” he said. He put the phone in his pants pocket and shuffled to the kitchen.

The weight of the phone pulled the pants down to his knees.

“Ugh!” Tim shouted, because he could. He took the phone out and hiked the pants back up with one hand. He kept complaining, because it was fun. “Terrible pants,” he scolded them. “Falling down, in this economy?” His voice went up way too high when he quoted his dad's favorite complaint while reading the news. Tim cheerfully waved his hands around and channeled his Mom next. “As per my last email!” He ended it with a foot stomp.

Wow, that one was fun. He felt powerful. He decided he was going to use that one today. Tim put the phone and tablet on the table and made sure the volume was up. Then he tried to find breakfast. He knew alllll about breakfast, and so did the guy who lived here.

Usually Ms. Mac made it if his parents were gone, or Dad made it if they were home. But Tim knew the formula. For breakfast, you pick a piece of fruit, a carb, and two drinks. If you're fancy, you have a hot serving of protein.

And Tim? Tim was fancy.

He picked a banana out of the fruit bowl and cut it up with a big chopping knife he found sitting in a wooden block, like kitchen Excalibur. He forgot to take the peel off first, so that was annoying.

For drinks, he found a carton of milk that actually smelled pretty bad. “Boo,” Tim said sadly. He poured it down the sink and then got out a can of Zesti. It was grape, so it was probably the best substitute for fruit juice available.

You also need a hot drink for breakfast, so he made a whole pot of coffee and bounced on his heels while it dripped, feeling very adult. He looked at the coffee packaging for a while, lost in thought with his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. It had a great picture of an atrocious cat thing on it, and said it was AUTHENTIC FANALOKA COFFEE. He liked the cat. It looked like it was designed by an evil scientist who had never seen a cat.

Tim didn't know what Fanaloka meant in this context, though he surmised it was the cat’s name. He moved on with his day.

It was harder to find a carb. There was cereal, but that was yucky without the milk. He found two bagels, but there wasn't any cream cheese! What was wrong with this guy?

He eventually gave up and toasted a bagel. Morosely, he got out butter. Maybe that would be good enough.

The piece de la resistance was bacon. He found a package of it in the freezer. It was all frozen. It was way too hard for him to take off two strips.

His first thought was to cut it up with Excalibur and then fry up just a little. But the fry pan was super duper heavy. So he just microwaved the whole thing for 5 minutes.

It smelled great!

The bagel in the toaster was actually really cold then. He heated it one more time and then frowned at it when it came out too brown. “You get what you get and you don't throw a fit,” he grimly quoted Ms. Mac, and climbed up the tall stool to sit at the counter. He buttered the bagel. Like, he buttered it a lot. Maybe that would help.

It was still kinda hard to eat. He peeled open the bacon and fished some out with his fork. It was all wiggly. Tim tried it. “That's good,” he said, pleased. He had another strip of bacon. Oh! The coffee!

He hopped down from the stool and ran over to find a mug. He filled it with coffee and tasted his creation. Hm. He had another sip.

“It tastes bad,” Tim said contemplatively.

Did that mean he used too many beans or too few beans?

The only way to find out was experimentation. He dumped out all the coffee, threw away the wet beans, and made it again with like, twice as many beans. He went and ate his banana and about half of the bagel while the coffee percolated itself. Then he tried the coffee again. He took a slow sip. His nose wrinkled. “Maybe this coffee is just disgusting?”

Mom always gave it to him with sugar and milk, like how she had it. Obviously the loser who lived here had let his milk expire (Mom would never) so Tim gave it up as a bad job.

His first email arrived with a ding during breakfast. Tim opened it with a slightly greasy finger and read it while he gnawed at the bagel.

Hmm. Miss Fox was concerned about something going on in R&D and she wanted him to replicate an experiment by the notes the scientist was using. She didn't want to bias him by telling him her suspicion, so that was all the information she was giving him.

Tim used one hand to laboriously type back an okey-dokey message, in business language.

When he finished eating he dumped everything in the sink. That was probably good enough. He grabbed the phone and the tablet. Then he went to bother the fish, so that he could use the laboratory downstairs.

The phone buzzed while he was going down the stairs. He felt it against his chest where it was stuck between his body and the tablet. Hmm. It buzzed again. “Just a minute,” Tim said crossly. It kept going off! Wow, that was so annoying.

As soon as he got downstairs he put down the tablet and scowled at the phone. He was getting like a billion messages from someone named Dick. “I am WORKING!,” Tim said to himself as he typed up and sent the same message.

Dick sent like 42 crying faces. Tim groaned and scrolled up to see the last couple of messages, just in case they were important.

Uh.

“These messages don't look important,” Tim said, raising his eyebrows at babble about how Dick missed him and he hadn't checked in last night and “the family” was afraid that he had fallen in a hole or been eaten by a lion. Apparently someone called Dami had drawn up what they thought that might look like, in case they needed to show the police. Dick had included it as an attachment.

Tim clicked on it, curious even though he knew he really shouldn't open attachments from weird people. These were definitely weird people.

It was a really good picture. He told Dick as much and then blocked the number. He needed to get stuff done today.

#red nest swap #dc fanfic #tim drake deaged #tim drake #ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY POST

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Death of Me - Part 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - part six (and then some) of "Soft Spot"

Simon finally asks you to dance. It ends up being a lot more than you anticipated.

warnings: smut!! soft!Simon! oral (f and m receiving), simon folds you in half, you get to ride him (sorta), lots of teasing, slight overstim if you squint, praising, creampie, slight body worship? a lot of smut and a lot of plot

wc: 6.9k

A single dim lamp was the only thing that greeted you and Simon as you entered the bedroom.

Its pallid yellow hue didn’t do much to liven the area, but it did cast enough light to guide you to the bed, which you headed straight for. All the excitement from the ball had worn off and left you with a heavy feeling in your eyelids instead. You attempted to blink that feeling away to no avail as you sat on the edge of the bed and began the grueling task of wrestling with the skirt of your dress so that you could free yourself of your heels.

Simon’s eyes watched you quietly while he pulled the mask off of his face, revealing clean shaven skin, which you had so tactfully pointed out no one would have even noticed if he hadn’t shaved anyway. Once his mask laid limply on top of the dresser, he found himself trying hard to suppress a small smirk as you still struggled with the straps of your heels.

“Need help?” he prompted. The soft, rubbery soles of his dress shoes were more malleable than the thick material of the work boots he normally wore, which made his footsteps more quiet as he walked towards the bed.

“Nope,” you responded quickly.

Within a moment you were on your feet once more with those blasted heels dangling from your fingers. With the extra height gone, it felt as if the center of your feet were falling through the floor as you stood up to grin at him. His eyes continued to follow you as you turned around and walked towards the closet door. Each step you took was slow and uncertain as the sudden change in terrain threw your balance off.

“Did you have fun tonight?” you questioned as the closet door squeaked open.

“Was I supposed to?” he asked, but you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You rolled your eyes as you bent down and began to rummage through the various shoeboxes you had stacked in the far back corner. Though it wasn’t necessary, you always kept those darn boxes. Made it easier to store things in the closet if your dress shoes were stacked in a tower rather than shoved against the wall on the floor.

“Well, I had fun,” you said. You quickly found the empty box and fumbled around trying to arrange your shoes inside so that you could close it up properly. “Johnny shared some interesting stuff about you.”

“Did he, now?” Something of a chuckle sounded behind you as Simon walked to the edge of the bed behind you and sat down. You could hear the slight creaking of the frame underneath his weight as he sunk into the mattress.

You nodded your head as you tidied up the boxes before standing up. Every inch you straightened up caused your knees to scream in protest, but you ignored it as you turned around to face Simon. The sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, suit still mostly intact, and legs spread as he rested his elbows on his knees… perhaps you weren’t as tired as your body tried convincing you. Your mind was certainly wide awake at that point as your eyes drank him in not-so-tactfully.

“Yeah,” you confirmed as you placed your hands on your hips. The dark umber of his eyes were fixated on your face as your lips slowly pulled into a quiet grin. “He told me you still carry around that stupid handkerchief I gave you. Said that’s how he knew you had a girlfriend.”

If his expression changed at all, you didn’t catch it. His eyes seemed lost as they flickered in short intervals, exploring your face. Darting from your nose, to your lips, to your neck, daring to dip even as low as where your hands rested on the firm bones of your hips.

“Smart bastard,” was his only response.

You hummed as you stood there in thought for a moment. It was difficult to focus on anything other than him at that moment. His gaze was something you craved, and you could never get enough of the way it made your heart involuntarily race. Your heart always betrayed you in some capacity. It made the blood race through your body, causing your fingertips to pulse as they begged to touch him, feel him against your skin. Intimacy used to scare you, terrify you. It was strange how much you craved it ever since Simon came around.

Before he could become wiser about the thoughts swimming around in your head, you shifted your gaze to the floor as you put on what could only be described as a poor excuse for a contortionist's act. Awkward hands reached behind your back as you attempted to grab the thin zipper that held your dress together. It seemed that whoever designed dresses loved to put women in terrible and uncomfortable positions in order to undress themselves without aid, which was something you were failing at, and quite terribly. For a moment you had gotten a somewhat steady hold on the zipper, but only pulled it down an inch or so before it snagged on something, causing it to slip from your fingers.

You didn’t even need to look up at Simon to know that he was internally chuckling at your struggle, but you looked up at him anyway with an expectant look on your face. “Mind helping a girl out?” you asked, hands once more returning to your hips.

“Thought you didn’t need my help,” he said as he shifted forward with an eyebrow raised. You tried not to pay attention to the way his tattoo poked out from underneath his sleeve, and you certainly didn’t want to entertain the feeling it stirred inside of you.

“Yeah, I didn’t two seconds ago, but I do now,” you retorted.

Despite your banter, Simon stood from the bed, his height towering upwards as he mosied on up to you. Once he was within arms reach, you turned around, exposing your back to him so that he could free you from the confines of your dress. A hand came to rest on your lower back as he held the fabric of the dress steady while the other firmly gripped the zipper. With a firm tug, he fastened the dress with a single zip upwards, effectively trapping you within that cloth prison once more.

“Simon…” you groaned. The back of your head met his firm chest as you leaned back against him with a grumbling huff. “You’re not very helpful.”

“We haven’t danced yet,” he responded simply.

His comment caught you off guard, and you found your brows drawing close together. “Huh?”

Hot air suddenly brushed against the shell of your ear and you felt your skin tense with goosebumps. Simon curled forward, lips brushing against your earlobe as his voice rumbled through you in a soft whisper.

“I said we haven’t gotten to dance yet,” he repeated. Your legs would have turned to jelly and caused you to collapse on the floor if it wasn’t for his hand still on the small of your back holding you in place.

He had to know what he did to you. The hand placement like he was ready to pull you in, his lips ever so slightly nipping at your ear. You could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest go straight to your stomach and then wander ever lower with a searing heat. It was quite clear what he was really asking, but Simon had a way of buttering you up before ever initiating anything more serious, which you didn’t mind one bit. Still, it didn't mean you couldn’t play with him a little.

“Well,” you said, a sight hum to your words as you slowly turned to face him. His hand slid along your back as you moved and it caught onto your hip while your hands came up to rest on his chest. You leaned forward, fluttering your eyelashes while you tilted your head to the side. “Ask me to dance, then.”

A deep breath expanded the cavity of his chest and you felt your hands move with him. His free hand came up and cupped your cheek, and the warmth of his skin felt divine against yours. You wanted more of it, of him. The only thing stopping you from giving into that burning want in your stomach was your own self control. You let out a shaky breath as you leaned into his hand.

“Will you dance with me?” he asked you, properly this time.

You grinned up at him as your arms slowly slid closer to his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Moments later the two of you were dancing with nothing to accompany you but the sound of your own breaths. It wasn’t a proper dance by any means, as you two slowly rotated in small circles. It replicated something more akin to a penguin waddle than any waltz, but you didn’t care about the dance itself. His hand moved away from your cheek in order to grab your hand, and though you wanted to complain, you instead rested your head against the thick muscle of his pec as replacement. In that position you could hear the sound of his heart thud perfectly throughout the chasm of his chest, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it was always so steady. Strong and thudding like a horse galloping in slow motion.

And god, the smell of him. He must have worn something different, like a cologne he saved for special occasions, or maybe he used some new type of soap, but whatever it was it was mouthwatering. It was a sharp but subtle scent that reminded you of the woods your mother took you to as a child, and a hint of the cool river water you dipped your hands into.

“You look good in a suit,” you spoke up. Your voice sounded odd with one of your ears pressed against his chest, like half your body was under water. “Should find an excuse for you to wear it more often.”

“Wouldn’t be as special if I wore it all the time,” Simon pointed out.

You slowly lifted your head off of his chest and your eyes began to instantly wander. Something so pristine and clean pressed did look somewhat out of place on a man such as him. The scars on his face, rigid and always angry, popped out against the formal wear, but in some strange way it made your stomach churn with desire.

“I suppose,” you said, your eyes wandering further down his body.

The expanse of his chest only seemed to become more prominent in his attire, and the way the buttoned up suit jacket accentuated his waist from his broad shoulders was almost enough to make your mouth water. You weren’t sure how you weren’t gawking at him earlier. Perhaps it was just the nerves, but you were glad your body had come out of shock and had finally started to enjoy what was in front of you.

Soon enough, it wasn’t just your eyes that were wandering. The hand that was lazily resting on his shoulder while the two of you spun in slow circles began to drift along his collarbones and then down to his chest. His body seemed to react on instinct, leaning into your touch as if silently begging for more. You tilted your head at him while your fingers intertwined with the delicate silk of his tie before you gave it a firm tug.

“So,” you said as you raised yourself up on your toes, “I guess I better enjoy it while I can, then.”

It was too much for the both of you. The heat that festered between the two of you threatened to melt you to the bone and it built and built until it finally dispersed in a fiery blaze. The hand that held yours while you danced suddenly pulled away from your fingers to engulf the side of your face once more, and not even a moment later Simon’s lips were on yours. It was needy and maybe a little rough, but it pulled a content groan from you anyway.

For a second time that night Simon’s hand pulled away from your body, and this time you really did whine. A plump pout appeared on your bottom lip as you pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him with eyes that all but demanded him to touch you again. Instead of giving into your demands, his hands moved between the two of you as he undid the buttons on his jacket. It had a difficult time sliding off of his shoulders, as broad and thick as they were, but he eventually shimmied it down his arms before tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Next came his tie, which you let go of in order to let him loosen it. That was discarded somewhere you didn’t even care to pay attention to.

Once more his lips were on yours, and this time both hands held your face to hold you in place as you devoured one another. Simon was starving, you could tell by the way his lips pressed against yours with bruising force and how his breaths quickly became labored. You felt yourself stumble slightly as he pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless and off balance like he ripped away the very ground you stood upon.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said, his voice nothing but a low rumble.

His hands trailed down from your face, to your waist before carefully rubbing along your back. Then it was open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, and you gasped in surprise at the sudden intensity of it, but you didn’t fight back against the way your head rolled to the side to give him more access. Expert fingers unzipped your dress, and the fabric fell limp around your arms as the entirety of your back became exposed. You dropped your arms to the side for a moment, allowing the silky chiffon to flutter to the ground in a puddle around your ankles.

Because of the nature of your dress, you didn’t wear a bra, so when the fabric dropped to the floor you were completely exposed to Simon, save for a simple pair of panties. It always went that way, though. The man was either too excited or too hungry to ever think about removing his own clothing before getting to you, and that night was no exception.

His kisses continued down your neck and moved even lower. A soft nip to your collarbone had your arms wrapping around his neck, but he dived even deeper; to the soft peak of your breasts, your sternum… before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, hands holding your waist as he looked up at you and planted a heavy kiss below your belly button.

The sight of him on his knees in front of you, like he was worshiping you, was intoxicating. It looked a little out of place on him, and maybe a little silly; his stature screamed that he should be the one towering over you at all times. But when his hand slowly began to travel up the inside of your thigh, it was very clear he was still the one in charge, and he was just getting started.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, lips brushing against the softness of your lower belly. A careful but accurate thumb brushed across your clothed clit, and your thighs nearly trapped his hand between your legs as you tensed from the sensation.

“You.” The word came tumbling out of your mouth, slurring like you were drunk on his touch alone. He rewarded your vocalness by making another quick and expertly placed swipe against your clit, nearly having you mewing in response. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

He responded by hooking his fingers underneath the band of your panties and giving them a firm tug down over your hips. They joined the mess of black fabric at your feet, and then he guided you towards the bed where you sat on the edge, resting back on your hands. His dress shirt hit the floor with lightning speed as he worked at the buttons faster than your fuzzy mind could comprehend. With his torso exposed, you couldn’t help but gape as your eyes traced over the thickness of his arms and ruggedness of his chest.

Now free from his shirt, Simon scooted closer to the edge of the bed, still on his knees, where his hands quickly dove between your legs, spreading them apart. His arms hooked underneath your knees and he pulled upwards, and you fell back on the bed with a quiet yelp in surprise. Effortlessly, he lifted your hips up off the bed, your legs having no choice but to rest on his shoulders as he pressed quick and hungry kisses up your thigh.

He continued to inch his way up your thighs where his tongue found your clit in no time and your back instinctively arched, pressing your hips further against his mouth. If there was one thing you learned about Simon, it was that he was always hungry. It wasn’t very often that he would initiate anything intimate without his mouth eventually making its way to your cunt, swiping over your needy clit like he would die without it.

Fingers lacing through his hair, you closed your eyes and reveled in the way he worked at you while his dark, grumbling pants were muffled against your heat. Shameless moans and pitchy praises left your lips as the pads of your fingers carefully pressed into his scalp all while he made the heat pool in some dark pit of your body. It burned through you, seared your insides until your blood boiled, threatening to incinerate you from the inside out.

“Simon…” was all you could whine out. The swell of your orgasm began to build in a dull but ever looming wave, and you felt your breaths come in uncontrollable and erratic bursts as your hips squirmed in his grasp.

After a few more strong, hungry licks along your clit, Simon’s mouth pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath. He moved your legs off from over his shoulders and gently lowered you onto the bed where he was fully able to take in the sight of the mess he made of you. A mixture of his spit and your arousal coated the soft flesh of your heat where it dripped down between your thighs. It was the same mixture that coated his freshly shaven skin, but he quickly wiped it off on his arm as his eyes darted back up to your face.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as he pushed himself to his feet.

That dull drum of your orgasm, lingering but not quite toppling, made your entire body feel like it would float away from the bed. You pushed yourself back up into a sitting position and leaned forward, your hands instantly finding the belt loops of his pants.

“Come here,” you said breathlessly as you yanked him closer.

Clumsy fingers began to tug at the buckle of his belt. The tightness of his pants was a dead giveaway to his hardened length lurking underneath, and you ensured your hands accidentally brushed against him more times than what was necessary as you undid his belt and then his zipper soon after.

A heavy sigh left Simon when he was finally free from his restraints, and he tossed the pants in some corner of the room where they landed with a soft thud because of his belt. With him fully exposed in front of you, you wasted no time returning the favor he so selflessly gave to you earlier. You wrapped a hand around the tip of his cock, thick and red, enjoying the heavy weight against your palm. You gave it a few languid strokes, taking your time while you looked up at him, watching his face.

It wasn’t often Simon was very expressive, but the way he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath was all you needed to tell that he was enjoying himself. It was also all the encouragement you needed, and you found your lips parting slightly before you leaned forward, tongue pressing against the warmth of his tip.

Simon’s cock matched him perfectly in the sense that it was just as long as he was tall and as thick as he was broad. Because of this, it was always a challenge sucking him off like that, but it was one that you refused to shy away from. You pressed your head forward, tongue gliding along the thick vein on the underside of his cock while his tip prodded against the back of your throat. A thick grunt left Simon as he brought a hand up to the back of your head, not to push you further, but to gather any loose strands of hair that should fall in your face.

Once your jaw adjusted to just how wide you had to open up, you began to bob your head up and down the length of him. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a second, despite how intense his gaze was. It burned through you like he was staring through your very soul, poking around in your mind to find your desires, finding what made you tick. Spit began to dribble down your chin as you picked up speed, but you refused to stop. You couldn’t get enough of him, of his grunts, of the saltiness of his precum, of everything he had to offer. Even with the odd breaths you had to take in order to keep inhaling air yet still taking him as deep as you could, you didn’t want to stop.

“Fucking hell,” Simon growled.

Shortly later there was a firm force on the back of your head, and Simon’s cock suddenly left your mouth empty. It was like he was pulling an animal away from food so they wouldn’t make themself sick gorging on food. You sat there on the edge of the bed, a glossy sheen of saliva wetting your chin and open lips as you panted. Simon held you by your hair, not painfully but certainly demanding as he looked down at you with heavy eyes.

He then bent forward, lips on yours in a frenzy as his tongue replaced the space in your mouth. It was a wet and sloppy kiss from the spit that already soaked your lips, but you kissed him back with that same neediness. You could taste your essence on him, that soft but lively sapor, and you felt yourself moan into him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Simon mumbled as he pulled away. His hands gently pushed your shoulders back so that you were laying down on the bed once again, and in a swift motion he pushed you upwards so that you were closer to the center of the mattress rather than hanging off the bed. He descended on you, arms resting on either side of your head as his body hovered over yours. “Gonna be the goddamn death of me.”

The weight of his cock sat heavily on your lower stomach as he settled himself between your legs, and you felt your hips buck forward in anticipation. That orgasm you had been denied earlier made your cunt ache for him so badly it almost hurt, but you knew the wait was worth it. Cumming around his cock was certainly better than cumming around nothing.

Simon reached down and took himself in his hand as he slid from your stomach down to your entrance. You groaned as his tip pressed against your still angry and puffy clit while he teased at your entrance. Between the mess he made of you earlier, and the spit that still soaked his cock, you were plenty wet for him, and the squelching sounds only proved that further.

“Please,” you whined, your voice coming out more pitchy than you had intended it to be. “Simon, fuck, I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” he pressed, voice husky. The tip of him pressed into you ever so slightly, but with the discipline of a soldier, he refused to go any further. “Wanna hear you say it.”

You pressed your lips tightly together as your hips attempted to grind downwards onto him. But he knew your games well, and a slight smirk crossed his face as he moved himself away.

“I can’t wait anymore, please,” you begged. “Please, I need it, I need you so bad…”

His smirk only grew as he pressed himself forward again, the thick tip of his cock moving into the greedy entrance of your pussy, causing you to gasp. “Atta girl.”

There was a slight, dull burn as Simon moved deeper in you, the type of burn that took your breath away as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the mattress. Just when you thought he was going to bottom out, he kept going, and despite the countless nights the two of you had spent together like that, it always came as a surprise. Once he did you felt so completely full, walls clenching around him, you were certain you would combust.

It only grew more intense as Simon leaned back, hands hooking underneath your knees to press them towards your chest. Your eyes shot open at the feeling, and you let out a soft whimper as your eyes found him. He pulled out slow and careful before giving a firm thrust forward, one that had you cursing under your breath. Desperate fingers found their way to his forearms, trying to grab onto anything for stability as he nearly folded you in half.

What was once a dull whine of an impending orgasm quickly became a blaring alarm as Simon’s thrusts became more steady. He had warmed you up so well on his tongue, like he always did, your body always took him in greedily by the time he finally split you open on his cock.

“Been thinking about this all night,” Simon admitted in a pant over the lewd sounds of wet skin on skin. He drew a choked moan out of you after a particularly firm thrust, and you felt his grip on your legs tighten slightly as he picked up speed. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

You bit into your lip, hardly able to get a word out. How could anyone expect you to? When a cock as thick and heavy as Simon’s was rutting into you over and over again, stealing your breath each time it hit the fragile spot deep inside of you that threatened to undo you? Everything in your body was turning into mush and you didn’t want him to stop.

“S… Si-mon,” you stuttered out, voice punctuated by every thrust into your weeping cunt. Your nails began to dig ever so slightly into the rugged skin of his forearms. “Gonna… gonna cum… fuck… please…”

Nothing changed about Simon’s pace. He knew what he was doing was just what you needed, and he wasn’t going to switch things up on you when you were so close. There wasn’t a single inch of your face that wasn’t left unexplored by his eyes. His own pants mingled with your pitchy moans as he felt your body tighten; the shaking of your legs, the tensing of your stomach, the fluttering of your pussy around him.

A few more intense thrusts later and that feeling that had grown so taut inside of you suddenly snapped. It was like drowning in the ocean, being suffocated under the unending waves only to be snatched from the water and wrapped in a lovers arms. Like dying and being brought back to life within a single instant. He marked the moment of your downfall by the way your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy and your thighs shook against his grip. It was a terribly delicious blistering heat that consumed you whole, and Simon only egged the feeling on as he worked you through it with deliberate thrusts.

Eventually he came to a stop, yet still buried deliciously deep inside of you as the heat waned. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were met with his face, his lips slightly parted in awe as he let go of your legs, allowing them to settle by his hips instead. He collapsed forward, mouth finding the soft skin of your neck as he placed several kisses between pants.

“You’re perfect,” you sighed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He could only groan a short little huff as he continued placing delicate kisses on your skin. Your mind continued to spin for a few moments before you came to the realization that Simon was still agonizingly hard and pressed deep inside of you. A hand slipped down to cup one of his cheeks and gently pull him away so that you could replace the skin of your neck with your own lips.

Tender. It was the only word you could think of. Despite the fact he had fucked you so hard your brain felt like mush, he was so fucking tender. It made you yearn so much for him it nearly hurt.

Your legs tightened around his hips and you twisted to the side. Simon was plenty strong enough that he could have ignored your movements entirely, so you knew it was deliberate when he followed your lead, rolling onto his side and falling on his back. You rolled with him, lips still on his as suddenly the positions were switched. He laid under you, looking up at you as if you hung the stars. Still buried deep inside of you, you ground your hips down on him, groaning at how sensitive you were.

You took a moment to just look at him. The curve of his jaw, the thick and puffy scars that jutted out along his skin like crevices, the warmth in his eyes. He looked at you like he was bewitched, like he could die gazing upon you and die the happiest he had ever been.

It wasn’t often that you found yourself riding Simon, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. The man prioritized your pleasure over his own, leaving little time for you to give back. So taking advantage of the situation, with simple and slow movements, you lifted your hips up slightly only to rock them back down, gliding along his length. This drew another grunt out of him which only fueled something in you. This deep, primal need to take care of him. To make as much of a mess of him as he always made of you.

Even with your thighs still quaking from your climax, you began to work at him, hips rising and falling faster than your brain could comprehend. The plump flesh of your tits shook your chest and you reached up to cup them, squeezing them together with a moan.

“Fuck,” Simon groaned at the sight of you. Rough hands came up to hold your hips as you rode him, guiding you up and down while his hips bucked to meet you halfway. Even when he was supposed to be the one laying back and enjoying himself, his focus was still you; always you.

That tingly feeling of overstimulation began to shake through your legs, weakening them, but Simon’s grip on your hips kept you going. Even on top of him you were nothing but a babbling mess as your hands fell to rest against his chest just to keep yourself steady. Each sound you made slowly started to be drowned out by the quiet praises Simon muttered. You couldn’t even fully make out what he was saying over the sound of blood gushing in your ears, but you could tell he was close by how sloppy his thrusts became. They were quick and desperate, but still mind numbing all the same.

“I need it,” you suddenly blurted out. The tips of your fingers pressed into his shoulder like you were trying to grab at the very essence of him. All you could do was ramble and whine as he continued, reaching ever closer to his own high. “Need your cum. Please, please, Simon, I need it so bad, fuck…”

He didn’t last much longer after your precious begging. A few more sloppy thrusts later and he slammed your hips down on him once more, keeping you there while his cock twitched inside of you, spilling his seed deep into you with a rough grunt. A shaky breath left you at the sensation as you felt every single pulse as he emptied himself into you. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore. Completely spent, you collapsed in a heap on top of his chest, bodies still connected. His skin was slick with sweat, or maybe it was your own skin. It didn’t matter; everything that was yours was his, and his was yours.

For a while the two of you laid with one another. His heart beat heavily in his chest, reverberating and echoing throughout your own body. Both of your panting created a dull melody that echoed bluntly off of the bedroom walls, one that eventually softened as the crescendo of it died down. Once he caught his breath, Simon’s fingers tangled in the mess of your hair, holding you close as he pressed a fat kiss to the crown of your head.

“Petite mort,” you breathed out as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.

“Hmm?” Simon hummed in confusion. While one hand stayed locked in your hair, his other hand slowly ran up your back in long, slow caresses. It sent a wave of shivers down your spine, instantly cooling your sweltering skin.

“You said I was going to be the death of you. Petite mort. Little death,” you explained, and then paused for a moment to sigh. “It’s… a euphemism for orgasm.”

To your surprise, Simon chuckled. Really, you hadn’t thought it was all that funny, but maybe there was some weird irony there. The man had a strange sense of humor, afterall.

“Petite mort,” he repeated, the French rolling off his tongue better than you had expected of him. “Weird goddamn saying.”

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Warm water enveloped your body as the sweet aroma of epsom salts clung heavily to your skin. Every hint of discomfort in your body seemed to wash away in the bath, from the ache in your feet from the heels you had worn that night, to the dull yet pleasant throbbing between your thighs. Darkness smothered the bathroom as the lights were off, leaving only the small light from the lamp in the bedroom to illuminate the room through the open door.

Heavy footsteps shook the floor as Simon entered the bathroom, temporarily darkening the area as he blocked the light source. He wore nothing but a pair of plain sweatpants, and the pale skin of his torso glowed in the darkness as he walked towards the bathtub where you laid in comfortable bliss.

“How’s my girl?” he questioned as he sat down on the floor.

“Great,” you answered with a sleepy grin.

It wasn’t until Simon had fully situated himself on the floor that you realized that he was eating. He sat with his side leaned against the tub, hissing slightly at the cold surface against his bare skin, and a plate in hand full of what looked like a frozen dinner he had probably heated up in the microwave. The scent of it mixed with the fragrant smell of the salts you soaked in was a little off putting, and you weren’t even going to start with how gross it was to eat in a bathroom, as you were certain he had eaten in worse places.

“Hungry?” you asked as he took a bite.

He took a moment to swallow his food before answering, yet he prepared his next mouthful as he spoke. “Didn’t eat dinner.”

A pang of guilt rang throughout your body at that realization. Simon hadn’t eaten at the ball, because why would he? Take his mask off around so many strangers just for some food?

“Baby,” you pouted slightly, leaning towards the side of the tub, “you should have said something when we got home. Could’ve gotten you food sooner.”

All he gave you in response was a simple shrug as he shoveled more food into his mouth. Then, after a moment of thought, he answered; “Decided to have dessert first.” That comment was enough to get your brain to short circuit. You opened your mouth to say something and nothing but a confused squeak left you. Simon continued eating like he was none the wiser.

“That was the stupidest fucking thing I think I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth,” you finally decided as you rubbed a wet hand over your face.

Simon chuckled, and things fell quiet between the two of you as he continued eating. Water splashed against the sides of the tub in gentle waves as your hand glided along the surface, scooping up bubbles just to let them slide off your skin. It was quiet. A comfortable quiet.

Simon’s eyes found you like they always did. He could find you in a crowded room. He could find you in the darkness of your shared bedroom. He could find you even if he had every sense stripped from him because it was like his soul only fell in harmony when he was with you. You were the very thing that grounded him - that tethered him - to the earth; that kept him from floating away and becoming something else. Something different. Something worse.

“If you could go anywhere in the world,” he suddenly asked, his fork scraping against the plastic plate in his hand, “where would you go?”

This question was different from anything Simon would normally ask, but it didn’t necessarily catch you off guard. Instead, you thought for a moment, racking your mind. Anywhere in the world? Well, the world was a big place! How were you supposed to pick just one?

“I don’t know,” you admitted while you adjusted your position in the tub. “I think I’d want to go somewhere warm. Somewhere that doesn’t rain so much. Honestly, I’d be pretty happy to just see anywhere that’s not London.” You paused for a second as you turned your full attention to Simon. “Where’d you want to go?”

Simon didn’t think nearly as long as you did. “Wherever you want.”

A small pout formed on your lips and you leaned your head against the side of the tub. The cool acrylic sent a shiver through your body, but you ignored it as you stared up at him. “That’s not very fun.”

He grunted as he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. “I’ve got four weeks of paid leave that I haven’t used yet this year. Figured we could maybe plan a trip, if you’d like.”

That perked you right up. “Seriously?” you asked as you sat up in the tub. “Like, you want to go on holiday?”

Your eagerness caught Simon off guard and he lowered his plate some as he turned his full attention to you. “That’s the idea.”

Your face lit up the darkness as you grinned at him. “I’d love that. Really. We could both take time off work! Maybe two weeks? One week to spend abroad and another week to relax at home?”

“Whatever you want,” he assured you. “I’ll make it work.”

A content smile graced your lips at his words. How did you get so lucky? How did you go from sleepless nights, from broken drywall and nails to him? To Simon Riley? The man who could knock a grown man out in a single punch but refused to show any of that roughness to you? Who would run you a bath after fucking you and not leave you a crumpled mess on the mattress?

“I don’t deserve you,” you quietly admitted.

“Yeah, you deserve better.”

The words left his mouth so quickly it was like they had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for eternity, waiting to be released. He said it with such conviction that it sent a jolt of pain straight to your heart. Of course everyone always wanted to do better, to be better, yourself included, but the way he said it… it was like he was saying he wasn’t good enough to be with you.

“You are better,” you assured him. Your hand breached the water, sloshing out of the tub and dripping as you shook it out slightly before reaching over the ledge. Simon shivered slightly as the warm water smeared on his skin as your fingertips brushed along his shoulder. It was annoying, you were almost certain of it, but you couldn’t go without touching him while having a conversation like that. “The best I’ve ever had.”

Things fell quiet between the two of you after that as Simon continued eating his dinner instead of responding. Maybe he didn’t believe you. It certainly wouldn’t surprise you with how quick he was to respond in the first place. But that was alright. He didn’t have to believe you in order for it to be true. So you laid there in the tub, fingers dancing across his skin as your mind wandered, daydreaming about far away lands and time well spent with the man who became your home.

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Hey, what's up, hello, I'm Xel, I truly have Donald Duck levels of bad luck and yet I do not have the rage button that makes things work out if I throw a tantrum, which feels like yet another failure of media, what is the deal with this.

The deal is:

Temp job had to let me go instead of make me permanent because the economy scared the 5 people over 65 in that department out of feeling safe enough to retire

None of my applications are getting interviews and I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Donald Duck tantrum did not assist me in this realm.

Holy shit seasonal depression I can't get out of bed like.... A Lot.

I have a convention to go to in February where I am selling art in the art show and where I will see many of my friends the only time per year.

I'm scared of everything haha wow 😬

I'm am an artist who just feels too upset and worried to art

I'm having trouble getting everything together and maybe will feel better with some level of stability? I need to do a lot of paperwork. It is proving hard. I have the Tumblr popular suspicions about my level of neurodivergance. (Fun story: I told members of my my family that I have thought in the last two years especially that I might have ADHD or Autism or something, and my cousin said, "Oh, honey *just the last two years?*" Obliterated.)

My abusive dad recently joined a cult and my grandmother thinks he'll try to contact me after 15 years and I'm fucking scared of him and that is Affecting Me in A Way boy howdy.

I do not have the money to pay rent even a little bit! I'm trying to get January and February taken care of maybe? So I can try to exist for this period of time and maybe not have a breakdown or get evicted or something?

Some real not awesome medical junk happening also because why not.

SO, I'm doing Tumblr's favorite thing and being a starving queer artist with brain worms who needs help. If you are interested in helping me out and making a donation to the "Why don't my Donald Duck tantrums solve my problems" fund, I would be Really Grateful.

I am on Ko-Fi, which is really just a funnel to PayPal, over here.

$2500 would keep me on solid ground. I'll try to keep a tally here in a read more along with a expenses tally if that would help you feel better about me! I know I've had to ask frequently in the last few months, so I understand thinking I'm full of it.

I have a commission to finish currently and a few buttons and things that need to be mailed. You could also ask for button and commission, but I am doing prep work for my part of the art show in mid February, so I'm not available until after then for that!

My grandfather used to do a Donald Duck impression that was really good and it convinced me that either he WAS Donald Duck or that old people all knew how to do this because they all talked like this in the era Donald Duck was from.

Here is Ko-Fi again. If there's something you'd like to see me post or unearth in atonement, let me know. If you'd like other places to aim your dead green American presidents, I can give you that too.

Thanks for reading and/or reblogging! Tell me how Donald Duck's freakouts impacted you. Take care of yourselves!

Rent is $710/month, so 1420 is January and February.

65 for the internet, 130

65 for car insurance, 130

65 for electric unless I can get the assistance plan up again, same 130

250 to survive at the con maybe?

Also just like food until i can get the foodstamps stuff sorted??

Gas???

Anyway, that's an idea of what and why, if that is helpful.

Jan 8:

We are at $460!

Thanks!

#mutual aid #help #donations #charity #i feel real ashamed to have to do this! :D

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amaryllidaceaee · 4 months

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dates

hi im autistic and i like numbers and dates so im gonna think abt that with petrigrof to think about a timeline because its fun

Since this is an early mobile phone

mobile phones became available to the public in 1983

and this (came out about: HMMM its giving me early 2000s like early early 2002 but correct me if im wrong) like I remember round cd players like this but also to be fair we had flip phones until 2018 so we were behind ig

cheers ran from 1982 to 1993

(also fun detail from stakes the song marceline sings with two bread tom is from a sit com that ran from 1985 to 1990 as well)

also if hes doing an exhibit about the 1990s they already happened

Also fionnas phone is from 2000 so 2000 happened and made phones

So yeah like a lot of ppl i think the mushroom war took place in the 2000s and betty and simon probably met in the early 1990s maybe even late 1980s if we think abt it hooray her headphones also give early 1990s

BUT IM NOT DONE

The average age for a grad student in the us is 33 so lets say they are in their late 20s early 30s when they meet in 1993 (im just making stuff up now) im gonna say shes 27 or 28 since its implied she is Currently a grad student and im ignoring marcys scrapbook because that will never make sense) and hes already graduated that and is doing a phd okay so say hes 30 more or less in 1993

If a person is 30 in 1993 that means they were born in 1963 and in 2003 they would be forty so simon and marcy would take place in 2010 if hes approx 47 and marceline is 7 she would have been born exactly in 2003 when the war and apocalypse happened which yknow my maths and estimates not great but i think is interesting anyway. Im gonna say he puts on the crown in the year 2000 and betty also disappears into the future in 2000

Also if betty is 28 (born 1965) when they meet plus 7 years means she is 35 when she goes into the future and 37 in come along with me

also if finn is 16 when elements takes place and shes on mars all through to temple of mars that means she spends a year on mars more or less and about 2-3 years in the future/ooo

If simon reverts back to before the crown that would make him 40 lets say and 52 in fionna and cake

Also if simon puts on the crown in 2000 and he leaves marceline when she is 11-10 years old it takes him approx 14 years to get to that point which is just interesting but also sad

more fun things

996 years from 2010 is 3006

finn is born 2992 (if he is 14)

also shermy and beth (if its 1000 years from 3009) would take place in 4009 making marceline 2006 years old by that point

#sorry this is a mess and i still have more to say #simon petrikov #adventure time #betty grof #petrigrof #fionna and cake #ok nothing im sayings making sense so its not a serious thing #they are slightly older than women being able to open their own bank accounts #in the usa that wasnt until 1974 #its not official so dont eat me its like a fun thought exercise

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thechekhov · 1 year

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Hey, do YOU want to play a no-stakes oneshot where your party are all staff working at the Essek Thelyss estate, and the biggest problem you have to face is getting some mail?

Well boy do I have a zip file for you!

Long story short, this is a game I played with some friends, and because it was a lot of fun and I already made it all anyway, I’ve decided to slap it into a PDF and make it available for others!

It’sdownloadable for free at the link below on my Patreon.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/dnd-5e-adventure-82496022

Check it out! And hey, if you like it and think I should do more stuff like this.... tell me maybe! Because this was fun to put together.

#dnd #dnd 5e #critical role #critical role 2 #cr2 #mighty nein #the mighty nein #critical role c2 #ttrpg #dnd maps #ttrpg maps #ttrpg map #dnd map #dnd oneshot #ttrpg oneshot

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i hope this hasn't been asked before. what size do you make your canvas? and do you crop it to fit other socials (like Instagram for example)? i hear that 300 dpi is standard. i never know if it's good to make my canvas big or not.

hi i think this ask is like at least 4 months old but i was scanning my sketchbooks from last year and i abruptly remembered i had gotten this ask because i had made a little chart in my sketchbook trying to figure out how to answer it

anyways theres pros and cons. and the size of your canvas is really going to depend on personal needs + preference. how good ur computer is, how complicated ur art style, how comfortable drawing feels, how much disk space you have to spare, what youre gonna end up using the art for in the end...300dpi is standard for PRINTING specifically, if you only plan to ever post things online then 72dpi works great and will save you space (fun fact a lot of professional animation files i deal with are 72dpi. and those eventually go on your tv screen). but personally i make everything i draw 300dpi because i am always printing stuff for cons, zines, etc and its nice to have the option even if i dont end up printing.

when I was a teen I used to draw on a rly shitty laptop and i made everything 800x800px 300dpi because big canvases would cause a lot of lag and also the resolution on this laptop was pretty small so 800px was a lot of the screen already. now i have a slightly better laptop with a bigger resolution and i sketch on giant 10000px-40000px canvases with the hard round brush and no shape dynamics or transfer whatsoever to minimize lag. when it comes to making a final illustration when i know ill be using a bunch of layer effects/blending modes/colors/mixing brushes etc etc ill generally crop the canvas down to the 6000px range. most illustrations i try to make sure are comfortably printable on tabloid size paper so thats pretty much anything hovering around or above 3000x5000px w 300dpi (so 11x17in). HOPE THIS HELPS?

EDIT: OH ALSO re: socials. i always ALWAYS size down my art to post on the internet. i think its crazy when other artists dont. because why would i ever let the internet have my hi-res file for free. also in general i think it looks better if you do the resizing yourself because if you don't then many social media sites will compress your file for you! a lot of people will post a hi-res file to twitter and then go "Wow twitter killed the quality of this img!!!" UH YEAH because they have an automatic image compressor. because they need to save space too lol and they dont want your image to take 248263895 years to load. same with instagram and to a lesser extent tumblr. when i post anything on social media i resize it down to 1200px-1600px on the longest side... its a little arbitrary but im kind of basing it on the smallest resolution of widely available screens. mostly because i think it looks stupid when u open up an image file fullsize and u have to scroll to see the whole thing... also iirc instagram only takes images up to 1080px before it resizes them? granted if you upload something smaller than that itll also resize it up which will look worse so I think bumping the numbers just over 1080px is pretty safe.

I should really be bringing the dpi down to 72 too when i post online but often im too lazy to do that. but it will technically help ur image load faster and stuff. and make it less likely for people to yoink it off the web and print it themselves.

#ask

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milaswriting · 10 months

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Update. — 27th June 2023.

Happy Pride Month 🌈 to those who have been celebrating. Much love to you all.

It's been a while since a progress update which isn't great from me, but now I'm posting one with a much neater and more professional look. My thoughts are that I'll post these at least once a month so readers are always kept in the loop as I feel like I've kept you all in the dark recently about what’s been going on. Anywhoo…

Firstly, I finished my undergraduate degree! My results that came out confirmed that I'll be graduating. I’m graduating with a 1st which is the highest degree classification that can be awarded in the UK — so, this writer is kinda smart and will be throwing a grad cap in the air — so that's kind of a huge personal accomplishment!

But more importantly, in interactive fiction terms anyway, I finished chapter 10! It's done. She's a chunky chapter that's full of loads of... stuff and drama! There's so much going on in the chapter: angst, comfort, a new character, found family — so you're in for a ride, to say the least.

I made a few changes too. The reader can choose/input their own pronouns, your mc can choose whether or not they wear glasses, there are new graphics for those that play with a black background (shown below!), alongside some editorial stuff — new choices etc. It's now with the beta readers.

On top of chapter 10, there's also Tumblr stuff that will be made available. I've had a cool, chapter 10 sneak peek edit in my drafts that I'll be posting tomorrow. I hit a follower milestone, so when the public update is out I'll be doing a follower giveaway.

Soo, as an overview: in eight months I wrote a 10k word dissertation, bagged a degree, got accepted to do a master's degree, and finished writing a 73k word chapter. So, whilst I hate that this update has been a long time coming, a lot of academic stuff happened in my life which made a lot of things hectic.

I really appreciate you being patient with me. I know it's not easy or fun waiting for wip updates, but there is a Golden one on the horizon and I hope it will be worth the wait.

#golden if #progress update #interactive ficiton

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canmom · 25 days

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reading Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt. it's interesting. clearly part of the post-Topside wave of trans lit, with the same 'plugged in to twitter' energy, but way more British about it. which means most of the allusions are very transparent to me. it's a combo of... hardcore kink driven romance as the main arc, in a near-future setting in which TERFism goes further to the point of outright bombings, and a scifi element with alien brain parasites that it's gradually building towards.

compellingly written, I'll give it that for sure - I lay down to read for a bit and before I knew it I'd read like a third of the book. the main character's disaffected, traumatised air is well observed, and the kink doesn't hold back.

I think my reservation with it so far is that it feels a little too much like a polemic blog post about the way things are going. the MC Frankie is a trans woman with a pregnancy kink who survived a bombing at a GIC and now works in social media moderation - it's all stuff that is blatantly Relevant To The Argument, as it were. it's tricky to criticise it for that because it's like, what you're saying is that it's tightly constructed and thematically consistent and that's bad somehow? but I think I've come to feel that I like fiction to bring me something a little new and unfamiliar.

the chapter I most enjoyed so far was actually a more metaphorical, abstract interlude, in which resistance to fascism is cast as becoming 'one mass of queer flesh, which now grabbed and clawed...'; 'faces locked in kisses until they became one face. the cops would try to pull at this mass, but to no avail'. very 'faggots and their friends between revolutions' stuff.

the chapters which are presented directly as social media posts and articles are also sharply observed. i think a lot of fiction in which the internet features heavily suffers from not understanding the internet very well (Hosoda's Belle for example), but for example the chapter 'Curious Cat' where an anonymous person (blatantly Vanya) is sending messages asking for help with a parasite, and getting rebuffed or misunderstood, and the chapter where Frankie relates a murder of an instagram model by a stalker who posts about it to a reddit community devoted to her, read as very real.

a lot of the story is about responding to a terrifying political situation in sexual terms - a flashback chapter depicting Frankie having sex with some terf's pretentious brother ("with each thrust from him, she thought to herself, I am a traitor, I am a traitor to the cause"), or the preface which jokes about how in another world the author would be writing 'cool horror stories about vampires raping werewolves, ones with no subtext at all'. I prevaricate a little on whether this is a compelling examination of a theme that I do find interesting (the mysterious origins of sexual desire) or just edgy for its own sake.

this is an odd novel for me in some ways because while on one level, this is about people who I could very easily be a single degree of separation from were they real, it's also about a facet of life that is still quite alien to me and in many ways I only know about second hand. I've never been to a kink club (that wasn't in an MMO anyway lol), I'm way too much of a nerdy autist shut-in to know what it's like to be someone who would feel put out if she hadn't had sex in a week. so even before the parasite stuff, it's hard to know how much of Frankie and Vanya's stuff is real, and how much is fantasy. is this really how things go between people? it sounds kinda fun, but unlocking the door this far has already taken years.

when I've read books about the crazy lives that American trans girls supposedly live and interesting sex they're apparently having, they've been at a certain remove, the other side of the Atlantic. and this book feels sort of similar, even though I know it's set right on my doorstep. idk, I've never been good at this.

anyway I don't think I want to write fantasy novels so directly about The Discourse of the day, but it's probably good that someone is. that said, it's hard to parse like... ok, it's titled brainwyrms, and 'brain worms' is a common way of describing an obsessive, cultish idea you receive from the internet.

and like if you look at the newspapers, or twitter trans discourse, you certainly could believe that this country is on a rapid slide to putting us in camps. however, my day to day life has been... it's not without hostility, but the average street harasser isn't doing it because of a Guardian or even Mail article. this country has a subculture of deranged weirdos who hate our guts, and a political class who will happily stoke culture war shit to score points, but most normies I've met don't care one way or another that I'm trans - they might mention a family member or friend they know who's also trans. the day to day conflicts are over way more prosaic shit, the landlord vs tenant forever war, or how the kitchen should be cleaned. which of these windows is more informative of the 'overall' state of affairs? not that a more violent terf cult is a bad premise to write a novel around, but a sense of impending doom is a pretty powerful mechanism to keep you scrolling, right?

like in 20, 40 years - will the terfs really be bombing the Tavistock and banning transness, as Rumfitt imagines in her near-future setting preface? or will they go the way of those newspapers in Thatcher's time who smeared the gay movement, just as they smear us today? of passing political obsessions like 'new atheism'? I don't know the half-life of cult shit.

anyway, time to read the rest of the novel, and see how it handles this brew that it's concocted.

#fiction #sff #novels

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I've been thinking a lot lately* about how artistic works are so intimately products of their moment and in conversation with it, and how easy this is to overlook both in terms of discussing a work and in terms of anticipating or considering new additions to an older work.

The first is important because so many judgements that can be made about a work are only meaningful when you know what their context was. What readers need or want to see, particularly in terms of representation, is hugely mediated by what else is available to them at the time. Yeah this is about stuff like "Rocky Horror was progressive when it was created" but also it's about stuff like "the John Carter movie bombed because it was regarded as derivative", when in fact the source material originated a bunch of the 'derivative' scenes and tropes that were then used by better-known movies before a John Carter movie ever got made.

The second is important because...even if you come back to a work, as a creator, you can only make new parts of it as the person you are now, in conversation with the world and genre as it is now, not as it was when you started. Taking a mildly-infamous-among-fantasy-fans example, Melanie Rawn's unfinished Ambrai trilogy; she's often said that she can't finish it because her life has moved on and...as sad as I am it was never finished, I think that's probably smart! She could write a third book one day, maybe, but it never could or would be the third book she would have written in the 1990s. And even if she did manage that somehow, the genre has moved on in such a way that it would feel weird and probably quite offputting to read a book doing with gender and feminism what the Ambrai books were doing in the '90s, because they are/were inherently in conversation with an era of fantasy that is now past.

All of which is to say that:

as a reader (or watcher) I think it's good to hold in mind, when engaging with a work from a time and/or place unfamiliar to you, the extent of what you don't know about the context of the work

as a creator, I think it's good to be very realistic about what you're going to actually achieve when you are making something over a long time period or coming back to something you left unfinished. You can totally do that! It can be incredibly rewarding! But the thing you make now is not the thing you would have made then, probably not even the thing you imagined you were going to make then, and that's just the nature of art.

*The reason I have been thinking about this is partly books I have been reading (Mara of the Acoma, you are my blorbo) and partly a very fun podcast I have been listening to which has re-read The Ruins of Ambrai and done a lot of discussion about its context, finishing up with a great interview with Kate Elliott about writing fantasy in the '90s (and writing it now, as she is still writing great but different books!). Anyway go listen to the Hot Nuance Book Club, it's a good time.

#meta #writing #fandom #melanie rawn

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