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rubyreduji · 6 months

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omega envy — lc

summary: chan goes into rut while you two are wrestling and you offer to help him out

tags: smut (minors dni!), a/b/o dynamics, alpha!chan, beta!reader warnings: cringe omegaverse, play wrestling, reader is implied smaller than chan, rough play, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. rec), fingering, (f. rec), breeding kink wc: 3.2k an: i made a post abt writing an a/b/o story months ago and i told mika i’d write one for her so mika this is for you (tbh i dont even know if ur still interested in this/remember but shhh)

Chan’s restless as you two sit on the couch, attempting to watch a movie that he picked out. You reach over for the remote and pause the movie before turning to Chan.

“What is your problem?”

He stops fidgeting and turns to you, caught off guard. His eyes are wide and he looks like a puppy. “What?”

“Sit still,” you tell him. “You’ve been jittery for the past hour.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mutters. He turns away from you, pretending like he’s watching the movie again, but you can still see the way his fingers tap against his thighs and the slight bounce of his leg as he taps his heel up and down.

You’re not too annoyed by it, Chan has always been a restless body, but it seems to be even worse than usual. You think about what the other pack alphas would do if they were here right now. Mingyu and Cheol are pretty restless too and they often like to go to the gym to release some tension. You can’t exactly just drag Chan to the gym right now, but you can think of a couple other ways to get his jitters out.

You smirk to yourself before launching yourself across the couch at Chan, tackling him against the cushions. He lets out a yelp that quickly turns into a growl. He doesn’t question you, his instincts taking over as he grabs at you, trying to pin you back.

This is your favorite part about being a beta. The ability to blend well with both the alphas and omegas while still being your own thing. You can cuddle with the pack omegas while they’re in pre-heat or you can wrestle with the alpha when they get too rowdy.

Chan quickly flips you two around, so your back is against the couch as he hovers over you. You’re held down for only a second before you roll both of your bodies off the couch and onto the floor. You know that it’s probably a bit childish to be rolling on the floor, play fighting like you’re still pups, but it’s clear Chan needs this and you don’t mind indulging in some fun every once in a while.

You can sense Chan’s scent getting thicker as he doubles his efforts, doing his best to overpower you. You’ve always liked the youngest alpha’s scent, a mix of spices like they’re being mortar and pestled right next to you. That’s one thing you’ve always been jealous of being a beta. You like not having to go through a heat or be so controlled by your instincts, but you always wished you had a strong scent. That your pack could better sense your emotions without having to say a word. Chan has always sworn you do have a scent, but you know it’s nothing like the one he has.

You’re not sure how but someone you and Chan are now completely on the other side of the room from the couch. Chan’s got his arms wrapped around your waist as you push at his head, your knee pushing against his stomach to get him off you.

Chan just barely loosens his grip on you, and you take the opportunity to pull yourself free, standing up quickly to regain some composure. Chan scrambles to his feet as well and you’re quickly throwing yourself at him again.

It’s clear that Chan is stronger than you, not only due to his size but also his orientation. That’s not going to stop you from trying to overtake him. You jump on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hook your elbow around his neck, half choking him. Chan claws at your arm, trying to throw you off.

You’re stubborn though and only budge when Chan slams his back down onto the couch, crushing his weight on top of you. You dig your heels into his stomach and Chan squirms in your grip. You both eventually let up and Chan quickly spins his body around so he’s on top of you again. You reach up to grab him but his reflexes are quicker, slapping your hands out of the way so he can pin your shoulders down against the couch, the weight of his body heavy on top of your hips. You wiggle your hips though, trying to buck him off. You reach up and jab at his sides, forcing him to fall back off you.

You try to get up to try and push Chan down, but he gets the upper hand once more. He picks you up only to throw you back down onto the couch. You grab at him, pulling him closer, ready to throw both of you off the couch like you did earlier. Chan doesn’t allow though, holding you down so you can’t move at all. He stares down at you with a fire in his eyes.

And then you feel it. The distinguishable press of something hard against your thigh. Chan lets out a low groan and his hips rut forwards against your thigh even more, his strong scent suffocating your nostrils and throat.

“C-chan,” you gasp out. This seems to wake the boy up from the daze he was in and he quickly reels back from you, falling off the couch and onto the floor.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, his face quickly turning red. “I-”

You wrinkle your nose up at the way his scent turns sour, yet still tinged with arousal. You stare down at him on the floor, allowing your eyes to flick down to his crotch for only a second. His sweatpants protrude out, his hardened cock lying beneath the fabric.

You sniff the air once more, your mouth forming a small ‘O’ shape. “Are you…in pre-rut?”

Chan whimpers a bit, looking away from your piercing gaze. “I don’t know. I thought I still had another two weeks, but you know how irregular it can be for me. I- maybe you should go.”

“Are you sure?” You find yourself asking. You’ve never been a rut partner for anyone in your pack before. You’ve helped some of the omegas out before, but never an alpha. Not that you’d be opposed, especially if it was Chan.

“I mean, I think you’re right so like, it would be best if you weren’t here when I you know…succumb to the urges.” Chan shifts where he’s sitting, his hips lifting off the floor for a moment, exaggerating his bulge. You can see how he’s twitching to shove his hands down his pants.

“And what if I want to be here when you ‘succumb to the urges’?”

“Wh-what?” The sour scent in Chan’s smell fully disperses, the smell of his arousal increasing tenfold.

“Let me help you Channie,” you tell him softly, sinking to the floor next to him. “I know I’m not an omega, but betas can still be great rut partners. You can tell me fuck off you really want me to, but I know it will feel better if I’m here. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Shut up,” Chan grits out.

You’re a bit taken back. “Excuse me?”

“I said, shut up. If you keep talking like that I’m gonna fucking mount you.”

“And what if I want you to?”

That’s all it takes for Chan’s resolve to break. He lunges at you, pushing you so you fall back onto the floor. Chan climbs over you so his body covers yours. His nose is at your neck, biting and licking and sniffing all over.

Chan whines. “You smell so good, jagiya.” His hands grip your hips, holding you down.

The feeling of Chan’s mouth all over your bare skin as you wriggle under him, your panties quickly dampening.

As much as you love being a beta, when you presented you had one mortifying thought that you’ve never shared with anyone. You hated that you didn’t present as an omega, because that meant you weren’t able to mate with Chan. You get embarrassed whenever you think about that thought, but it comes to your mind again now as Chan ravages you. If only younger you could see you now.

Chan paws at your shirt, desperate to reveal even more skin. You help put him out of his misery, tugging the article of clothing over your head. Automatically Chan’s mouth lowers, licking over your chest, kissing right above your breasts.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Chan mutters, barely lifting his mouth off of you. “You don’t even know.”

“But I’m not-”

“An omega? I don’t care. You’re you and that’s all I need.”

Fuck. Chan’s words send goosebumps down your arms. God, you need him horrendously.

“Bedroom,” is all you can choke out. Chan picks you up and throws you over his shoulder before carrying you to his bedroom. He throws you onto the bed before shucking his own shirt off.

You’ve seen Chan shirtless plenty of times, but you’ll never not drool a little when you see his nicely formed torso. He’s got the typical alpha physique with a thick chest and rows of abs to spare.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” Chan growls, low and primal, making the obsessive need for Lee Chan grow under your skin. Despite your hesitations when you first presented, you’re glad you’re a beta, because if you were an omega you’d have fully soaked your panties and your shorts with slick by now.

Chan pushes his pants down his legs as well and you follow suit, leaving you both in nothing but your underwear. You can see the way Chan takes shallow breaths as he stares at your body, laid out and vulnerable for him.

Chan knocks himself out of his stupor and he descends on you, attacking you with his mouth. His tongue laves over your collarbones and his fingers dig into your hips. His scent is thick in the air as he works himself up more and more, getting closer to hitting his rut.

You feel Chan’s hands push up your torso and dip under your bra, pushing it up your chest to expose your breasts. Chan doesn’t hesitate to get to work, his fingers kneading at your boob, rubbing your sensitive nipple, while his mouth attaches to the other one. It reminds you of a hungry dog, though you guess that’s exactly what he is.

The alpha’s hips are positioned right over yours and you can feel his cock bump up against your clit. You’re sure he can feel your wetness through the thin layers of both of your underwear and you push your hips up a bit to get more friction. Thankfully Chan takes the hint and he trails his hand downward, shoving his hand into your panties to connect his fingertips to your clit. He rubs at it roughly and you throw your head back with a gasp as the pressure starts to satisfy the ache in your core.

“You smell so good,” Chan growls, his voice deep and thick. “Even without my hands on your cunt, I can smell how wet you are.”

Chan moves down the bed, so he’s in between your legs. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and strips them down your legs. You go to close your legs, embarrassed at being so exposed, and not enjoying the sudden chill of the air hitting your bare pussy, but Chan is quick to grip your thighs and pry your legs open once more.

The boy groans at the sight of your bare pussy exposed to him. “Baby,” he mumbles, “I need to taste you.” He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you closer to him so he can line his face right up to your cunt.

“Wait, wait,” you tell him. “Don’t focus on me, you’re the one in rut.”

“Not yet,” he says. “So let me have this.” With that he dives right in, his tongue licking a thick stripe right through your folds. You gasp, quickly clenching your thighs down around Chan’s head. This just makes Chan bury his head further between your legs, his lips wrapping around your clit. He sucks at the bud harshly, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

His mouth is messy against your cunt, kissing and licking and sucking wherever he can. You can hear the soft growls he emits from his throat, the sound getting more aggressive the more he licks at your pussy. Your body is already buzzing with pleasure and all you can do is whine as he pushes your legs apart further, feeding his fingers into your dripping entrance.

You can’t help but throw your head back, moans flowing freely from your mouth as Chan’s finger pushes deeper and deeper into you.

“Ch-chan!” You gasp as he brushes up against your g-spot. Your hand flies to the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as you lock your legs around his back.

The smell of arousal in the room increases, overtaking your senses and driving your mind further away from coherency. As Chan prolongs his time between your legs, you can feel his rut creeping closer. You know he feels it too, by the way he starts to get more restless, his hips rutting down against the mattress.

“Can’t take it any longer,” Chan grumbles as he finally pulls his head up from your legs. His face is slick with your arousal and there’s a dark look in his eyes. “Need to fuck your cunt.”

Suddenly Chan’s scent changes, completely overtaken by lust. You gasp as Chan shoves his boxers down his legs, his leaking cock releasing from the confines. It’s huge, larger than you were expecting, and you don’t have time to warn Chan to be careful because he’s lining himself up and pushing his tip in.

Unlike any normal omega, you’re not made to take alphas in rut, but Chan isn’t thinking clearly anymore and continues to push into you, ignoring the tight fit and doing his best to put it all in.

“Open up, baby,” Chan growls. “Let your alpha fuck you.” His thumb rubs at your clit mercilessly and you gasp and whine, doing your best to relax for his cock. Finally Chan is able to bottom out and he lets out a low groan at the feeling.

The alpha barely lets you adjust though, pull his hips back only to slam them back in. Your body is jostled at the sheer force of his thrust and this seems to entertain Chan, as he does it again and again, slamming into your cunt.

The feeling of his alpha cock inside of you has your mind reeling. You’ve never felt anything like it before and you need more, you want him to fill you up as much as he can, knotting you like you’re his omega.

“You’re so tight,” Chan says. “Pretty little beta pussy taking my alpha cock so nicely.”

The pace of Chan’s hips contrast his speech, like they have a mind of their own. His grip on your hips is tight, pinning you down to the bed so you stay in place for him to fuck into. You already feel so close to your orgasm, but you know Chan is only just starting, and even if he does cum, he’ll be insatiable for a while.

“A-alpha!” You squeal, your fingers digging into Chan’s back. You’re sure his whole back will end all scratched up, but you don’t think Chan will care too much.

Chan leans down, pressing his mouth all over your bare skin. His lips and teeth clash against your shoulder and chest as he nips and sucks all over, marking up your skin. He lets out soft whines as he does this and you run your hands through his hair, petting him like the pup he is.

The alpha’s mind is completely gone now, his only thoughts now being on his growing knot. For the first time in years you start to wish you were an omega, once again. You wonder how it would feel to get lost in pleasure the way they do, going dumb at the feel of an alpha’s cock filling them up. Just the thought of an alpha and omega mating, nothing in their minds but each other, you can’t help but yearn for that feeling.

Almost as if Chan can sense your thoughts, he nudges his nose right into your neck. You can feel his nostrils brush up against your scent gland as he whines into your neck. “You smell so good. Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me. You know that? Fuck my pretty, perfect beta. Just for me.” Chan grabs your legs, hiking them up around his waist so he can fuck into you at a new angle. “Gonna breed your little cunt. Fill you up with my pups and get you so round and pregnant.”

“C-chan!” You gasp at his words. Your pussy betrays your mind though, clenching at the thought of being bred by Chan.

“See baby, you want it, you need it. And I need to give it to you. You’ll let me, right baby? You’ll let me give you all my pups?” Chan’s mouth strays dangerously close to your scent gland, his teeth teasing the spot.

You can barely think about his words, your mind only on the mating bite you wish he could give you. You know it won’t do much, not in the way it would with an omega, but god do you want it nonetheless. You’re not like Chan, you’re completely in the right headspace, not overtaken by your hormones, but you still want it. You want his bite and his pups and to be his. His beta.

“Fu-fuck, yes!” You cry out. “Breed me, please. Give me your knot.”

Like Chan was holding off until your word, Chan grips your hips tightly and pulls his hips back until he’s nearly pulled out, and with one fell swoop he thrusts his cock back into you, shoving his knot into you as he does. As soon as your cunt clenches down around his knot he’s milking himself into you, his cock twitching as you feel yourself fill up to the brim with his cum.

“Good girl, so fucking good,” Chan mumbles against your skin as his body sinks down against yours. He’ll be satisfied for now, but you’re sure he’ll need a few more rounds until his rut is completely ebbed away. “My pretty beta.”

“Channie,” you say, lifting his head up in your hands. Chan gets what you want and leans forward to kiss you, letting your lips slide together as he deepens the kiss.

When you two pull away Chan rests his head on your shoulder. His mind should be clearing up for the time being, at least until the next wave hits. “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. I know I’m not-”

“Shhh, don’t. I don’t care if you're not an omega. You’re even better than one, okay? Because you’re you. My beta.”

You flush at the term. You’re not sure if it's still his rut brain talking, but from the way he’s nuzzling his nose right into your scent gland, you doubt it is. You want to talk about it with Chan, but you’re still stuck on his knot and you will be for the next day or so until he’s in his post-rut.

You’re not worried though, because from what you can tell, being Chan’s beta is way better than being any regular omega.

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hyunglinesprincess · 1 year

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BTS Dick Analysis

Hey y’all! So this is my first ever post and I’m lowkey nervous but it’s ok. I want to start writing various things but for now I’ll start with stories my dirty mind comes up with lol, once I get for comfortable I’ll start taking requests. So, for this first post I’ll do a BTS Dick Analysis (haha starting off strong). I’ve seen a lot of these and I’ve found them interesting so I thought I’d join in on the fun. So enjoy!💜

WARNINGS: Lewd words, descriptive words of male genitalia

I don’t own any of the gifs!!!! (I’m not that talented)

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Kim Seokjin

OF COURSE THIS MAN IS PACKING! Don’t you remember his only scandal. No but seriously Seokjin looks and acts like he would have a big dick. I would say he’s one of the biggest in the group. I think he’d be well above average when fully hard (around 8in don’t @ me) I also wholeheartedly believe he is really thick, like second thickest in the group thick. The general shape of his cock is straight, no obvious curve or big vein, just smooth and pretty even from base to tip. But his BALLS are a whole different story (bro wtf?) I feel like his balls are really big lol. Like in the pic below you’ll see his balls are literally begging to be free. 🫣

Anyways moving on

Min Yoongi

I believe 100% that this man has a THICK cock ok. He might not be the longest but whatever he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. Also I’m a big believer that Yoongi has a slightly curved dick. Not curved to the side I mean curved upwards. So he’s just really digging in there lmao. I also think his cock is so soft and pretty, like I feel he would be very aesthetically pleasing naked.

Jung Hoseok

Hmmm where do I start with this man? THIS MAN IS A GROWER BRUH! He’s lowkey the type to pretend to have a small dick but when he pulls down his pants whew child good luck. I feel he’s like around Jin’s length maybe like 1 1/2 in shorter. But he isn’t as thick as some of the other members. I feel he’s pretty average in terms of thickness but BUT, he does have a veiny dick. I think he have a lot of veins everywhere and one big vein on the underside of his shaft with his cock is slightly curved to the side.

Kim Namjoon

Ok maybe I’m a little bias when it come to the hyung line because I 100% believe Namjoon has the fattest cock in BTS. I have multiple reasons ok. One, he is a big boy so that leads me to believe that everything about him big. And two, he just exudes that big d energy. He nice, funny, talented, kind, smart, and HUMBLE. That’s the recipe for big dick energy. Also he has at least 2 big veins on his cock when fully hard. I don’t think he has a very noticeable curve but I think it’s slightly curved downwards.

Park Jimin

(aww look at his smile🥺🤎)

I just know some of y’all are gonna hate me for saying this but I think Jimin is average🫣. Now average doesn’t always mean small ok, when I say average I mean like 5 or 6 inches. That’s not too bad tbh, some women and men can’t handle more than that so that’s perfect. But I do think he has a thicker than average cock. His cock isn’t even all the way, it’s slightly skinnier at the base and gets thicker as you reach the tip. Plus I think he’s super clean and soft so I think he’s really smooth and shaven down there (including his hole for you know, dessert).

Kim Taehyung

TAECONDA! This man is so big he competes with Jin. I thinks he maybe like half an inch shorter than Jin. But oml he’d most definitely be curved upwards so beautifully. Like he’d make a tummy bulge when he’s inside ahhh. Anyways, his dick would be pretty tan tbh, his skin is nicely tanned so why wouldn’t his dick be. I also think he prefers to let his pubic hair grow to an extent. Maybe just a little bush on top but not around his balls and hole (he’s lowkey a switch).

Jeon Jungkook

(awwww look at his smile and his adorable bunny teeth)

Plz don’t hate me when I say this but Jungkook is not as big as people make his seem ok. I think he around 7 1/2 inches and fairly thick. Nothing too drastic just a nice big wholesome dick (lmao what am I even saying). But I do think his tip his huge. Like that shit would need so much lube before going into whatever hole. Also he apart of the smooth boy club. He’s nice and waxed everywhere because he’s a SWITCH ok. I don’t want any of that “Jungkook is a dom daddy” nah bitch this man can take dick better than most girls ok. I SAID WHAT I SAID!

Okie guys I hoped you enjoyed my weird and perverted word vomit. I’ll try to get to another OT7 fic, soon but college and work are kicking my ass so it probably won’t be soon lmao. But anyways yeah I hope you enjoyed reading this, and I hope you guys will keep reading. Byeee

(AGAIN I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNERS)

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blonditarot · 3 months

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Wall up

I decided to give people another lesson of witchcraft because why not

I’d be surprised if there’s anyone that is interested in spirituality that doesn’t know about this technique but if you don’t, I’m gonna teach it real quick. But I’m pretty sure it’s a common knowledge.

„Wall up”, this is how I call it, is an exercise for protection, I wouldn’t even call it a spell tbh. This could be a bit harder than my quick egg cleanse if you have no idea about spirituality or you’ve never tried to connect with your energy through mediation but it’s still pretty easy. In my opinion.

Still it’s the easiest and cheapest way of protecting yourself from negativity. As well as one of the most effective one, after all it’s your own will that does the work. All you need is your energy. But let’s get to the point.

I believe we all have walls around us for protection. All we have to do is strengthen them, because as I noticed some of us have stronger walls and some of us have weaker walls.

Sit down in a calm environment. Take 3 deep breaths and imagine walls surrounding you from each and every side of your body. It doesn’t have to be literally walls. It could be a bubble, angels wings wrapped around you. Just something that covers you.

Focus on them. Try to touch them. How do they feel? What color do they have? What are they made of? It’s like building a home and decorating the room inside. Let your intuition guide you, you’ll just know its supposed to look like.

Now try to expand it. Make the walls thicker. More stable.

And that’s it. It’s that simple. Have fun

Love u ❤️❤️

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shatterthefragments · 2 months

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The II jacket arrived today! 🥰💖

@ghxstly-death here is the ramble/review!:

So there seems to be different weights and feels to different parts of the fabric. Which is. Less nice. In my opinion.

But I am accustomed to athletic wear and the material has a similar feel to most of that. It reminds me of a thinner version of a pair of pants I used to wear all the time.

It feels smoother and nicer than one of my old athletic works shirts that was originally from Walmart. (Idk if they still sell with that brand anymore).

It’s. not the *nicest*, but it’s fine. Right now I feel neutral about it.

The upper portion of the coat (but really I’d probably just wear it as a shirt tbh) is a thicker portion than the rest of it. And I like the feel of it and how it doesn’t feel as if it’s going to snag if one of my rough fingertips passes over it.

The sleeves are maybe a mid weight portion of the fabric.

The flowy dangly bits are probably the thinnest parts: I do prefer the texture of thicker weight fabrics so to me this is the least appealing part of the garment and it feels like maybe it could snag if I dragged my rough fingertips over it.

That being said I think that it was necessary to make the fabric thinner as you go down the garment bc it’s a stretchy polyester and kinda. Sags(?) downwards a bit? I’m not quite sure how to describe it but Like It Wishes To Sink To The Floor a bit? Just that polyester behaviour.

I am. Not entirely sure on how to deal with the strappy parts but they look cool and one of them is the same fabric as the garment and one feels more like one of the straps on a bag that I have. Woven canvas? Idk. Still polyester but. Best description I can come up with is camera bag strap bc it feels very similar to one of the ones we used to have. The clipping mechanism seems very tilted but it works and it kinda makes sense that it would be that way to make it cheaper instead of going through a better built process bc it does the job well enough.

The zipper is not the best quality but it’s fine.

While it is tighter than I would like, it is a stretchy athleisure style of polyester. It does seem to drape better when I wear one of my binders (though I essentially stopped binding at the start of covid to try to protect my lungs god I miss the silhouette and feel.) (shown with binder in left photo)

But I do feel pretty cool when wearing it :)

Trying to describe the feel of fabric: it’s smooth and almost silky but not quite, and it feels less silky and more substantial/woven in the thicker areas?

In comparison to costumes that I remember wearing for Halloween as a young child, this is far better quality.

In comparison to the clothes I wear on an everyday basis, this is not as good quality.

It is however better quality than a shirt I got off Shein before I knew better (but bc it’s one of my few, or possibly only, semi formal goth shirts I still wear it every so often - I wore it at a bachelorette party the first time I wore it.)

Ignore the green of my brace and the twine that’s sticking up, but this is a photo

In the other photo you can kinda see my grey knee high socks on. So. On my 5’2” ass it is.. long. Not unbearably so though. (Also I forgot the strappy parts before the photo on the right)

Unofficial rating: 8/10

I Will wear this

But am also pretty sure it’s too much work for a regular basis (straps) (though I do appreciate it doesn’t choke me bc I often can’t wear crew necks even though I have a whole drawer of them bc I hate the way it feels when stuff is near my neck but I love those shirts so sometimes I’m okay) Also this likely would be too much work to bring with me to even consider wearing this to the sleep token concert I’m going to bc it would be a bit big to pack and I’m not sure if I want to wear this the whole time when travelling (it only has the one arm pocket) (I’m seeing a friend for a few days first and while I can do laundry I want to keep packing very simple for me)

#clothing #shatters’ selfies #sorry this got. long #ghxstly-death #posting this before I try to code up with any more metaphors 😰#come up with

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forbidden-spaghetti · 6 months

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Geogradient Shawl is complete! I slowed down a lot at the end, but I accidentally added two extra rows between dip rows on clue 4. Looks like it blocked out alright and I honestly don’t mind how it looks so I’ve decided to keep it. I’ll add fringe once it’s dry and call it complete!

Anyway, more thoughts about this project under the cut

SO!

The pattern is.. not my favourite from Westknits, but definitely not a bad one. The pattern itself was decently written but there was a discrepancy between clues 1 and 2 regarding which colours to use. I’m not too upset about that because of the shitshow that was clue 1 but I do hope it gets updated eventually. Subsequent clues were updated, but I mostly went by the pattern and didn’t check the ravelry group all that much so I ended up using less colour C and D in the design as a result. Another part of the pattern that irked me somewhat was the right handed language used. This is pretty standard for knitting patterns but idk I was hoping a big designer like Stephen West would at least be able to use more neutral language so as to not confuse me lol. The original clue 1 was especially confusing as I had to construct it in the opposite direction.

The first two clues were a bit boring tbh. Westknits MKAL patterns always seem to be full of wacky stitches and cool colour play but this one felt like a slog until I got to clue 3. Again, I blame the part 1 shitshow for this and I do understand that it’d be a huge pain to have to rewrite an entire part of your pattern in a few hours. I adore the Granny Square alternative clue 1 and honestly wish I had seen it before deciding what to do with mine but oh well lol. Overall, pattern is ok. I already have a triangular shawl so I was hoping the would be a different shape, so clue 4 was a pleasant surprise!

Now when I got up to the horizontal floats and dip stitches, I was a bit wary because while they look pretty, I feel like this shawl is going to catch on eeeeeveeything. I don’t know how much I’ll wear it, it might be a special occasion kinda shawl.

The yarn I used was too thin. The result was nice and airy with a good drape, but it does make the floats and dips a little less impactful than I’ve seen on other finished geogradients. I didn’t buy a kit from my lys but my lys was selling kits of this yarn. Otherwise the yarn is lovely and soft. I have about 150g leftover (not including the scraps I plan to turn into fringe) so I’ll have to think of something to do with them. I don’t think they’re going to play ball with my other fingering weight scraps. It was also a bitch to frog and would get fuzzy at the drop of a hat thanks to the alpaca content.

Overall I enjoyed this project though. Would I do another MKAL? Probably not. At least not for a while. I think I’d rather wait for the design to be released first. But who knows? I am a slave to my FOMO and there was a lot of that in my geogradient shawl.

Would I make this pattern again? Honestly? Yeah. I think I’d do it with a thicker fingering weight yarn and probably with a proper merino (or merino/nylon at the very least) I’d also do the granny square variant clue 1 and probably the optional mohair part in clue 2 as well. I was a little peeved that optional mohair wasn’t listed in the initial materials but apparently that a weird unwritten rule of an MKAL- Stephen is just happy to drop this info mid project and assumes that every knitter has an extensive stash of yarn they can pull from. Especially mohair, which isn’t something that’s regularly produced in Australia (except for one farm in QLD) so it’s all imported and all expensive.

It’s a pity, because the mohair dares I saw looked gorgeous.

Anyway, I’ll add the fringe once it’s dry and probably won’t touch it again for 6 months. That’s another lesson learned: all the trendy patterns on ravelry are seasonal for the northern hemisphere so it’s not worth keeping up with them.

#knitblr #yarnblr #westknits mkal 2023 #my knits #my FOs

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meduseld · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by my dear @angel-starbeam so let's get into it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

234! To be found right here.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

586,701... I thought that number would be higher tbh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, but currently mostly The Terror and 911 on fox. The duality of man I guess.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order: I’d Learn To Float, You're Looking At Me (Like You Don't Know Who I Am), Water Is Sweet, Blood Is Thicker, Tough To Talk To and Down On Both Knees. Which is kind of a hilarious progression as it's two Superbat Big Bang fics about love and secret identity, an epic Aquaman with GOT style politics one and two sexy rough Buddie from 911 fics.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yeah I always try to! People are sweet, they highlight stuff I hadn't even seen and sometimes they end up kickstarting the words juice. Like the second half of Nature Teaches Beasts to Know Their Friends is several k written exclusively for/in the comments section.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably After The Night (When I Wake Up) since it's such a dark premise regardless and the ending is just about fucking everybody up.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably I’d Learn To Float up above, since it's a happy family time and personal fulfillment for Clark with less angst overall than some of my other fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, mostly for NickxZiggy fics and other canon/practically canon ships which always suprises me because I've written pairings that on the surface should be way more "problematic". That being said, hitting that comment moderation button cleared them right up. Haters are cowards, basically.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have yeah, but I don't think of myself as primarily a smut writer. My niche is probably masturbation as an excuse for character study.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Sort of? Like I like taking elements from one verse to apply to another to see how that works but more in the sense of like an AU over a strict crossover so not in the sense this was meant.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge and I'd prefer to keep that ignorance going because yikes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, it's been offered but I'm kind of a control freak in these matters as you can infer from the answer above and have asked that people don't translate my fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but none have seen the light of day for different reasons which sucks because I do enjoy it very much, it just hasn't worked out to get to the publishing stage for life reasons.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I can't pick one, that's too hard, but obvs it really hits when you have a Character who thinks they are unlovable but committed to duty regardless and then a Character who goes on purpose, I love *you* on purpose. You can uh. Infer that from the fics mentioned above.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh too many in my files! That's why I refuse to post WIPs they haunt me. But right now mostly the two big-ish Terror ones I really want to post but alas.......

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think a feel for character? Like I think I get what makes them tick, if that makes sense.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing the fucking area they are in!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think this one has a hard and fast answer to be honest. Like, is it canon compliant (aka do you have a character known for swearing in Klingon? Are language barriers a theme in the work? Does this world have a second language for like magic and shit? Tolkien Elvish and so forth) or is it part of the story you're telling (i.e. does the POV character know this language or is their lack of understanding a plot point? Are you deliberately keeping information from the reader because this is a mystery?) I mean, if you don't have Gomez Addams saying cara mia you're doing it wrong. So basically it really depends on what is going on. If you need the reader to know what is being said/the POV character should know the language italics or implication (he swore in Spanish, and then she used a very romantic phrase in French or whatever) make sense, if you're deliberately highlighting the language barrier or setting up a plot point like they misheard the thing or are trying to piece it together then it should be rendered in that language. Or as implication I love that device.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uh. The Fullmetal Alchemist anime as a tween. It's for the best the sands of time swallowed that.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose! That's too hard. Idk, you tell me your favorite fic that I have written, sound fair?

Tagging, only if you dig it:

@warrenkoles @jacksonmaine @dsudis @poeedamerons @boilyerheid and @dancinbutterfly

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ursinho-de-gelatina · 4 months

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#scruff #me #gay bear #feet worship #gay #selfie #thicker than i’d like tbh #big pecs #gayfeet #maletoes

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sacrificialroses · 2 years

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I made some decorative felt buttons to replace some on this cardigan but then I realized there’s like no felt button tutorials anywhere like this….. they’re more decorative than functional although they do work technically. Here’s a short tutorial

Materials:

-felt

-paint (acrylic or fabric) for dyeing felt (optional)

-scissors

-sewing machine (by hand could word too but not as sturdy)

-button of the size needed

Directions:

1. Trace a button size you would like leaving seam allowance, or just approximate the same size and cut out double the number buttons you need

2. Sew the circles together and leave a space enough to turn it inside out, once sewn turn inside out completely (something pointy or a button stuffed in will get it open all the way open)

3. Sew the buttons closed on the small open space, doing your best to maintain the circular shape, if they’re a little messed up it’s ok (if you want to do a satin stitch around the edge of the circle that can also make it look nice but it was a lot of work and I didn’t love the result personally, the bottom button has it)

4. Hot water can make felt more malleable and give it that soft filter wool kinda look so at this point you can dye them (or not) and agitate them in the hot water a bit; I have a dye tutorial although tbh I just soaked them in hot water with a bit of diluted well mixed paint and that does the trick without setting it, they’ll fade over time but I like pastels so it’s fine

5. Dry the felt off and rinse any excess paint off. Now grab a rough/textured material and rub the circles between the two layers, this will make them soft and fluffy and you can rub and shape them to be more puffy and circular; do this till you have your desired texture though too much can damage and thin out your felt

6. If you’d like you can see over the seam again to get that puffy edge look but u don’t have to. Your buttons should now be ready to be sewn on. I think you could stuff the buttons with material to make them thicker or less flimsy but I didn’t stuff mine because I don’t need them to be tooo functional :) more decorative although they do work just not as sturdy as a hard button.

Anyway just thought I’d share this as I don’t see any felt button tutorials anywhere

#mine #crafting #crafts #felt #diy button #diy buttons #felt buttons #diy felt buttons #diy

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darklordofthesimp · 1 year

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So a lot of how your muscles look is actually genetics. You can lift and lift and gain strength, but your muscles might not get bigger. Conversely, some people are able to bulk up with a relatively small amount of work. Some people will have heavily defined muscles, and some people will have muscles that aren’t very obvious. My sister was on a swim team, and swimming is a great work out for your whole body. It will add strength to all of your muscles. Despite all of the girls doing mostly the same thing, only a few girls got defined abs, and some got broader shoulders, or thicker legs muscles, and other different combinations of things. I know a guy who does incredible heavy weight lifting. He looks like he is pudgy, but it’s actually all muscle! People can do the exact same work out and will look completely different. There are some basic rules that come with lifting though! For muscle tone, you typically use a lower weight, and do higher reps. To add bulk to muscles, you do a higher weight, with lower reps. Your genetics will determine how bulky/defined your muscles get. Women do tend to have more compact muscles than men. But! Don’t be disappointed if you can’t get very bulky, or if you don’t have obvious definition. The important thing is that you are becoming stronger and gaining a lot of health benefits! Working out releases a lot of good chemicals in your brain, helps blood flow and energy levels, can improve mood, sleep, and your immune system! Also! When weight lifting, it is best to start small and slow, and work with someone who is experienced to make sure you have good form. If you don’t have proper form, you can injure yourself, so be sure to at least watch videos on proper forms for any exercises you try! Remember to keep yourself hydrated and do lots of stretches before and after working out to warm up and cool down! There are a lot of good resources on the internet if you look up pre and post workout stretches. Have fun and happy lifting everyone!

I have done a lot of research and have a lot of experience with physical therapy do to some health issues, so I thought perhaps this might answer some questions and hopefully help people be prepared. I’d love To have muscles like yours, but it’s mostly just my shoulders and thighs that get slightly bigger, and everything else stays compact. I am happy with it though! You look super great by the way! I love seeing people happy and enjoying their body type. I think everyone is beautiful and unique, it’s super cool to see the diversity :D

I'm quite well versed in how muscles work, however! This Is a great PSA for yall who have been asking. I build size and mass if I pick up lint from the ground. Lean, compact muscle? Not so much.

It's super hard for me to be lean and toned and I gain size before I gain strength.

So overall, everyone's bodies are fucking weird. Like theyre weird and they do weird shit and some people are genetically predispositioned to have strengths and weaknesses

But overall they're weird so you gotta find what works for you dependant on your goals. Diet is 70% of it.

Plus sized, skinny, jacked, somewhere in between, everyone's body's are fucking fantastic as long as yall are healthy. I'll always promote health cos I want yall to fucking live forever, but tbh what you look like doesn't fucking matter. It's just a flesh suit.

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What’s the cast’s official physical appearance? I want to draw fanart so bad~

**New Height Reference Chart with human measurements**

First of all, I'm absolutely flattered you want to make fanart <3

Second, if it's not stated outright in the story, most of the cast's appearance is up for personal interpretation! I don't have a reference for every character, but I'll try and do a quick sum-up of how I personally perceive the characters (but again, if you have your own headcanon? That's fine too!)

I’ve linked some Picrews, (and fanart for Danny and Nathan and Sam because it’s much better than any picrew I could ever find, lol - plus my own art for Christopher) but they are NOT official physical descriptions, more like...pointing in the direction of what the character might look like. Picrew has its limitations, so they might not have all the right details. I’d LOVE to commission art for all of my characters at some point, tbh. If it’s not described below, you can probably just take creative freedom with the appearances.

Christopher: long black hair to just past his shoulders, usually half-up in a bun. Dark eyes, sharp features, aquiline nose. Olive-toned skin. He’s pretty tall (think like 6′3" ish in human terms), but not very muscular. Kind of a beanpole tbh.

Danny: Red hair, usually worn down. Blue-green eyes, thicker eyebrows. In human terms she’d be about average height (like 5′6-8″), but if we’re talking relative to giants, her normal height is about 4″ (though under the growth serum, she’s more like 11″). She’s generally barefoot and physically, pretty lanky as well.

Nathan: Brown, messy hair, curls just a bit and is pretty short. Brown eyes, soft features, freckles, a little bit of facial hair along his chin. Kind of short (5′7ish), a bit of a heavier build, but he’s actually pretty physically fit, considering he does farm work often.

Sam: They’ve definitely got that slightly curly “more on top” haircut with the sides shaved, dark hair, pale skin. Hazel eyes. Average height, about 5′9″ or so. They’re kind of lanky like Christopher, but they actually work out, and have a good bit of lean muscle, especially in their arms. They have several piercings in each ear - specifically, they wear small black gauges, two helix piercings around the middle/upper edge of their right ear, and a flat piercing in each ear. Their tattoos are up to personal interpretation, they've changed in the fanart a lot which I find fun. But I do like the floral design on their left arm and a snake design around their right arm, along with lots of smaller, random tattoos along their arms and legs. They usually wear a flat-billed cap from their collection. They’re AFAB so they generally bind their chest and dress androgynously (they’re nonbinary but use they/he pronouns).

Sybil: Very tall, even for a giant (think closer to 6′8″ - like, she's definitely able to look down on even someone like Christopher). Strong features, a bit older than the rest of the cast (in human terms, in her 40s/50s). Dark skin, golden eyes, black hair - usually braided and tied up. She wears loose, white linen clothing most of the time. She is definitely very strong, and has a rather imposing physical presence. Sometimes wears golden, half-rim glasses for reading or looking at human-sized details, but not usually.

Cyrus: Very large, portly man, maybe about 5′11″-6′. He’s got a rough sort of face with a short, greyish beard, mostly balding. Probably in his 40s/50s, just like Sybil.

Max: Very pale, almost to an unhealthy degree - messy dirt-brown hair, gray eyes, and rough stubble. Older, in about his late 30s but he looks much older due to...a stressful work environment.

Ryan: Blond hair, in a style kind of similar to Nathan’s - a bit unkempt but otherwise short. Pale, generally has bags under his eyes and somewhat gaunt features - very skinny. Dark greenish eyes. In his early 20s.

Maria: Brown skin, long, curly dark brown hair that’s thick and generally tied back (if possible). Similar to Ryan - very skinny/frail and has a sickly pallor to her skin. Warm, brown eyes. In her late 20s.

Alice: Pale blue eyes and long, light brown hair, generally worn up in a bun and tied back with a headscarf (if possible). Kind, motherly, but slightly worn features - in her early 30s.

Stan: Tanned skin and dark gray hair with bits of white poking through. Has a thick mustache and well-trimmed beard (when possible). Stern features, has a slightly haggard face with a few scars. In his late 30s, but like Max, looks a bit older.

John: Graying hair, long enough to pull back into a short ponytail. Pale skin, kind, green eyes, wears thin-rimmed glasses. About Sybil’s age, maybe closer to his 50s. Generally dresses pretty well, wears a button up shirt, slacks, and loafers most of the time.

Nora: Blonde hair in a chin-length bob with bangs, wears several piercings in each ear. Generally dresses very nice (similar to John). Very pale skin, light blue eyes. Slightly older than Danny, in her late 20s.

That’s honestly about all I’ve got. If you have any specific questions about any characters, I’ll do my best to answer them!

#itwom #toast asks #i'll probably add this to the main post as a reference actually

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Tuesday, July 19, 2022

It’s one of those days where music doesn’t sound good.

I’m not concerned since food still tastes good. There’s times where both aren’t good and I spend more money buying food from restaurants because eating won’t be good unless it’s one specific thing.

That’s the ‘tism for ya.

At work I’ve just finished my container of yogurt pretzels- but I’ve bought a new container that are at home on my counter. I’ll bring them tomorrow.

I need to decorate my apartment. The walls need to be claimed. It doesn’t feel 100% mine with blank walls. I need to put something up. The gram situation is what I’m maybe slow on.

I realize once again I’m at my desk with my AirPods in and no music is playing. I like to have them in with nothing playing over silence without them in. Not sure why. Maybe it’s because I’m used to them. Maybe it some kind of comfort thing. I then debate again if I want airpod max’s. I like O’s. They’re cute. They sounds similar to AirPods but sit over the ears and have a slight different I feel.

But I don’t need them, so we’ll have to see.

I brought a different lunch today. Tortellini. I’m happy to eat it later. Switch it up a bit. Hopefully we sit outside for lunch. We didn’t yesterday and lunch was quite stressful yesterday tbh. I appreciate the lunch breaks I take with E, A and P. It’s such a late lunch at 2pm but it’s something I look forward to.

Each day I get hungrier and hungrier and maybe eventually give up and start to eat- but then one of them asks if I want to join. And I happily move to eat with them downstairs.

It’s nice out midday in LA most of the time. In the courtyard area we get a cool breeze. And I don’t know if I feel like eating outside alone. And so I wait until 2- but that’s not for 2 1/2 more hours. We’ll see.

——

Well the only music that sounds good is Phoebe Bridgers so maybe I’m just sad today idk

I did have a fucking awful dream last night though.

My sister died in my dream. And it was heart breaking. Dad was going to speak at the memorial and mom and I realized his speech was not something that should be read. So I improvised. And I had to get up in front of so many people that I know and tell them all that Emma and I hadn’t spoken in two months, but missed her more than anything.

And now that I think about the dream, I can’t imagine her saying the same thing about me. I don’t know. But we went through the whole process of someone dying up until the funeral, I think.

And then I woke up and texted her to make sure she was okay.

“yes”

So that’s good that she’s fine. She had nothing else to say though, which didn’t surprise me.

I’ve seen so many videos on tik tok of people talking about how they cut off their siblings. And while Emma and I don’t talk, she hasn’t cut me off. And I don’t know if we’ll ever really talk again. All I have to say when people ask, is that we haven’t talked since I graduated two months ago and I don’t know how she is. I don’t know what she’s doing.

And most days I decide that I’d be okay if we didn’t. That I can’t let negativity impact me that way and blood being thicker than water is just something people say to guilt families or friends to act a certain way.

But days like today I don’t know if I want that. I miss how things were four years ago. I get Snapchat memories of us laughing and talking.

We all might’ve been better off if she didn’t come to graduation.

Time to log onto a meeting about festival grids. Fun stuff.

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I force O to get the mail like I always do. It’s 90 outside but we’re in the shade and it’s refreshing. He opens a fan letter addressed to a client. He keeps the photo of two star wars characters- it gets pinned up at his desk. I need to bring a photo of Zuzu.

We hang outside with L and D for a while for a break. We talk about college and how NYU had Taylor Swift speak- and O was front row and so close to her. I tell him I’m mad at him because of it.

We make our way back inside and back up nine floors on the elevator.

Everyone but A & E have been feeling off today. I’ve made multiple mistakes today. A & E have been having a grand day entertaining one another at their desks. The three of us had lunch earlier today. It was nice. We ate at 1, which I appreciated.

But now at 4 I’m hungry again and thinking about that portobello mushroom sandwich

I try not to be one of those people that counts down the hours until you can leave for the day. It only makes the time go slower.

48 minutes left

Yes, I am counting. It’s just one of those days. The morning felt fast and the afternoon seems to be dragging.

I need to go to target but I think I will get dinner first in Westlake.

Listening to videos by the Dodo while I work. It puts me in a better list and I’m also contemplating shake shake for dinner.

And then the office is left to B, me O and A. And it’s 6:30.

Another A and E are always the last assistants here and it’s the first time we’re here after them.

And I leave just before seven.

This portobello mushroom sandwich has been on my mind since I had it weeks ago.

My uncle doesn’t tell me what dressing he wants on his salad when I order. The employee recommends a lemon tahini so he better like it.

And then I start to his house. The sun is setting. It’s so calming to be out here.

I eat my portobello sandwich from Natural Café and watch Family Feud. The strawberry banana peach smoothie I ordered is amazing.

We watch America Says. With these shows we yell out answers at the tv whether they’re correct or not.

After I’ve yelled poodle at the tv too many times, I get my things together and start the drive home.

I put on I Know The End as I leave like I do every time. I roll the windows down and the wind blows through the car windows.

I think about how tired I’ll be in the morning but I’m not too upset about it with the song playing.

Zuzu is mad at me but not until we’ll after I shower. Don’t know why.

I get ready for bed.

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duskullite · 2 years

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ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

#me #gay #selfie #scruff #thicker than I’d like tbh #:/

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marrikko33 · 3 years

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How They Destroy Your Insides.

minors dni.

╰┈➤ characters: ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsuroo, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime

╰┈➤ warnings: deeep breathhh yall, NSFW content, 18+, (not my responsibility if you read it anyway), breeding kink, cursing, pet names, daddy kink, monster cock, sub/dom relationship, bottom! reader, pegging, rough sex, duality tho 👀, public sex, exhibitionism. lmk if i missed stuff.

╰┈➤ pairing: haikyuu characters x fucking irresistable fem reader

Kageyama Tobio

yall here me out, but imagine this mf being a hard dom, but a sweet, obedient whore at the same time? like he loves being pegged too, just as much as he loves to pound your pretty cunt till it bleeds, playing with it and making it squirt again and again? he loves how beautiful your body is, worshipping every curve and imperfection, kissing and gently biting it to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

master of fingering, i mean, have YOU SEEN his long, pretty fingers? scissoring you as you gently whine and beg him to stop under your desk, skirt thrown up and arousal dripping down your puffy lips and onto the cold floor. loves, I MEAN LOVES the taste of your sweet arousal, eating you out hungrily whenever he feels like it. on the counter top, in a bathroom, on the bed and in the shower.

every once in a while he’d let you take control, begging you to fuck his pink hole till he becomes a slurring mess. i am SURE he has the most beautiful, breathy moans, deliberately louder whenever you’re flustered, making you rut your hips against his only more roughly.

dick analysis: i’d say quite big, long, with a pretty pink head. veiny along the underside and shaved, with a slight curve. femboy style ig, but bigger than usual, about 6.5 inches.

Kuroo Tetsuroo

loves playing around with you, the pleasure of knowing the effect he has on you as he pounds you till you literally break, you're are a good little bunny for him too, never being disobedient and constantly pining for his long, girthy cock. has never considered publicly having sex with you, as most of his sexual endeavours are usually confined to his bed, but will consider it every once in a while, the idea sounds pretty sexy to him tbh.

loves using your hole till it‘s swollen and bruised, seeing his loads pour out of it everytime he fucks you senseless is just such a turn on. overstimulating you till your a sobbing mess is something he just has to do, hearing your moans has his huge cock standing up every night.

he is VERY POSSESSIVE too, like possessive to the point where his hickeys are only in places he can access, across the top of your plush thighs and stomach. kuroo would hate to have other people staring shamelessly at his property, so any love bites he makes are always hidden. the idea of having them in unaccessible places is even hotter than displaying them, being aware of the fact that no one else has the privilege of seeing you in such a vulnerable, needy state.

dick analysis: perfect. literally just the right size, a little thicker, just the way you like it and probably unshaven. straight and veiny, one of the manliest out of the four. mmmm, i think about 7 inches, a comfortable size.

Iwaizumi Hajime

oh my, where tf do i start? he is so fucking hot, and loves to show it wherever he is, fucking the fuck out of your ass any time he gets the chance to. is into pet play, but too impatient to think about bdsm. teasing you just feels too painful for his own self, prefers to just slam into you raw, no condom ofc. why miss an opportunity to breed his little bunny?

however it doesn’t matter how much he fucks you senselessly, you never cease to amaze him because of how tight you constantly are, tight, wet, hot, just the way he loves it. i doubt iwaizumi would ever refuse you either, it doesn’t matter where the two of you are. in the car? sure, you could bounce on his cock for a bit, giving a show for gaping outsiders and drooling men. for him, it was just funny knowing they would never ever get your gorgeous body. it belonged to him.

pool? sure, just be prepared for a lot of lube and deep throating. bathroom? overstimulation to the point where you can’t even hold back your moans, muffled by your lingerie stuffed in your mouth. loves you too much lmfao, so showing you off is something he likes doing often,

dick analysis: monster. cock. girthy, huge, massive, my vocabulary is limited so I can’t even express how big and mouthwatering it is. i’d say around 8 inches? certainly takes your pretty pussy some time to get used to it, along with many bottles of lube.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

i pray for you. the endless stamina, raspy grunts and wet slapping noises you will be accustomed to hearing, along with the cries of ‘daddy’ is something you will have to get used to and quickly. very quickly. he isn’t as loud and bashful as iwaizumi or kuroo, but his sensuality and unintentional seductive gaze makes up for the usual silence, hips bruised from the tough grip he keeps on them.

has a praise kink, i’m fucking sure of it. i’m sure he loves to worship every inch of your stunning, curvy, absolutely GORGEOUS body, biting and sucking on the smooth, sweet flesh of yours. once he starts, it’s hard for him to stop, his monstrous cock standing tall over and over again, grabbing your face and whispering in your ears, “one last time hm? give your cute little cunt one last load?”.

condom? huh? wtf is that? that shit doesn’t have a place in his house, 1. they don’t make a condom his size (it’ll just rip), 2. even if he manages to find one barely his size, it’ll tear from the sheer force of him bruising your cervix, 3. why wear a condom? he needs to breed his little kitten, make her pregnant with his babies, over and over again, till she’s begging him to stop.

dick analysis: i have no words, (or i’m lazy), just incredibly big, manliest of them all, unshaven, brownish tint, 8.5 inches and curved.

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We Can Stay Like This Forever

Word Count: 2,385 Warnings: Uh... yearning. A crumb of smut. Dialogue heavy bullshit tbh. Author's Note: God okay, I've been sitting on this for like a month now? I wrote this when I couldn't focus on my own characters anymore and my brain needed to visualize parts of the scene I was trying to write using the body language of a character I already know and love so well. This is written in second person but the reader has a name. It was an experiment dashed out in a drunken fervor that made my editor weep. Anyway, if you see any of these lines in a book one day... no you don't.

MASTERLIST

“Javi, I haven’t loved you since I was twent—“

“That's bullshit and you know it,” he interrupts, voice coming out hard but arms crossed tighter than they have been all night, replacing the pressure of kevlar he’s so used to. Protective, defensive, stopping the bullets from reaching him where it matters the most.

Your lips are raw from dragging your teeth across them but biting down is the only thing that stops the tears from springing to the surface. You never thought you’d see him again, you never thought he’d be standing in your kitchen only strides away; two for him, four for you. You saw the news coming out of Colombia, heard it in the supermarket passed from ear to ear straight from his dad’s mouth. Javier Peña was the walking dead.

Javi left Lorraine for you. You gave him a choice and he made it and you, being certain he’d lean the other way, couldn’t live with that guilt. When you wrote that first letter, you didn’t expect a response. You just wanted to apologize, you wanted him to know that you were sorry. You didn’t expect to hear his voice on the other end weeks later when you picked up the phone. Hell, you had pushed the letter so far out of your mind that you’d forgotten you’d included your number.

And now he’s standing in front of you, tangible as ever. No longer just the boy you loved but a man aged so roughly by sun and stress that you are breaking within wishing that you had been there to smooth it all over.

“Goddamn it, Clara,” that hard tone reaches towards you again but he loosens his stance, the toned arms still holding close to his body but the tension bottoming out to his exhaustion, “are you going to say anything or are you going to just keep looking at me like I’m a fucking ghost?”

“Is that not what you are?” Your voice is broken when you find it again, the tears really do come now. “A ghost from my past come back to haunt my bad decisions? Tell me I fucked up?”

“Is that what you think I’m here for? Is that why you think I came to you first thing instead of my family?” He exhales a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and drags a hand through his hair, pinning you in place with his eyes. “Can I smoke in here?”

“I thought you quit.”

“Yeah well,” another exhale, the slightest hint of laughter on his lips, “I thought a lot of things I’ve been wrong about too.”

And god, those eyes. Simultaneously the warmest, softest brown but so black they look like blown out pupils. Like he’s the one who’s been snorting the cocaine, not busting those that do. You don’t even register the insult before nodding your head. What’s a little cigarette smoke when you run the risk of him walking out that door and not coming back?

But isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that the purpose of this conversation? Are you not being the same bitch you were all those years ago praying that he’ll be the one to walk out on you this time? Bringing it back full circle to that decision you forced on him half a lifetime ago?

“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound sure and even though your eyes are anywhere but on his now, you haven’t felt his leave you this whole time.

“Yeah,” you whisper to your feet like they’re the most interesting goddamn thing in the world.

After years of practice, he’s quick about it, you don’t even realize he’s lit up until he lets go of that first puff and, with it, the entire room changes. It’s not angry, it’s not hard, it’s… twenty years of heartache and longing compounding, neither party believing they’re good enough for the other.

You look back at the tired man standing in front of you, “Javier, I—“

“No. No, let me talk,” he rubs his eyes with his free hand, drags it down his golden cheek and smirks. Another inhale and, “I didn’t come here to tell you that you fucked up, you’ve said it plenty. We’ve been talking for months, we fell back in stride like nothing ever happened, like I hadn’t spent years pretending every woman I fucked was you because it was like you’d never left my side. Almost twenty-five hundred miles, Clara, I was a world away from you and when I came home at the end of the day the last six months…” he’s the one biting his lip now, “I could call you no matter the time and the sound of your voice made me feel like a normal person. Like I still had a shot at this world beyond the bounty on my head.”

His exhaustion, his softness, is palpable now as he stops to suck in a breath like he hasn’t taken one this whole time and then…

“If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t have written. If you didn’t love me, you would’ve hung up. If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t answer the phone at one o’clock in the fucking morning to tell me to breathe through the anger and the sadness and the horror I witnessed. But if that’s the story you want to stick with, I’ll go. I don’t expect anything I just…” his voice hitches, the cigarette long forgotten between his fingers, “I just wanted to see if your face still lights up when you laugh or if that had changed after two decades. It hasn’t and it’s still both my favorite sight and sound in the world. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder to watch it grow through the years.”

He looks to the right of him and throws the cigarette in the sink. Pushing off the counter with his other hand, he takes one step forward and fixes his eyes on yours again. “Tell me I’m wrong, Clara. Tell me you don’t love me and I won’t ever darken your home aga—“

“I love you.”

And he’s on you. Just like that. Just one more step to close the distance and his body presses to yours. His large hands come up to cradle your jaw and his nose slots perfectly into place against yours and his lips touch down like a plane with faulty landing gear, crashing against yours all hot breath and stale tobacco and, oh god, the smell of him. Soap and sweat, the chemical make up of his scent flooding your senses to make you feel whole again when you didn’t even know how much you missed it.

His hands are sliding down gently, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. With his strong arms lifting you away from the counter, you no longer need to support yourself against it and you’re grabbing for him, trying harder to wring the space from between you like a worn rag but nothing is left.

The feel of him is something new, however. He’s not that scrawny kid who awkwardly held you to him, unsure of how his touches were affecting your body and pleasure. No, this Javier is different. Older, experienced, more tender than you remember him ever being, so sure of himself and just… thicker. Two shirt sizes up from the man you walked away from, his formerly wiry muscles are almost bubble wrapped in a way. What used to knot against you in hard planes of flesh and bone now give quietly against your touch as you’re pulling at the only thing that separates you now.

But suddenly, he’s breaking away. All heavy breaths and wildly flushed cheeks, his lips have left yours and the ache you numbed in his absence returns like a migraine after sleep. You need him and he’s gone again and you’re chasing his kiss with a whine as he replaces his lips with a thumb, cradling your face once more and shushing you, “Cálmate, mi amor. Está bien. Are we moving too fast right now?”

And you are breathless as you answer, “We are not moving fast enough, Javier.”

“I just don’t want you to think that this is all that I want. That you will wake to find an empty bed tomorrow.”

“If I woke to find an empty bed tomorrow, that’s exactly what I’d deserve.”

Those eyebrows knit up in confusion, the lines that have made their home on his forehead making you simultaneously weak in their beauty as evidence of his life and sad in the tragedy that you weren’t there to watch him earn them.

“Clarita,” his tone is so soft, the endearment coming to him as naturally now as it did in the before, “If it’s punishment you think you deserve then I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong. I chose you, you didn’t beg for it. I did that of my own accord. And when you chose to walk away because you felt guilty, I did beg you. I’ll own it, I begged and pined but you couldn’t get out of your own head long enough to see that you were never the issue, you were the solution. You still are. I have searched for you in everybody I’ve ever met. So tell me,” his hands are wrapping around your arms now, “Are you ready to forgive yourself and find me in your bed tomorrow morning?”

“Yes,” comes barely audible through parted lips as his find yours once more, knocking the breath from your chest as his hands slide down to your hips. He digs his fingers into the denim there and slowly starts to guide you through the home that’s not his thinking, correctly, that the only door at the end of the hallway is the destination he really booked from Bogotá.

And he is burning a hole through you, his entire being set on fire against you in the already blazing Texas heat. He is gentle as he pushes you down, climbing on top with one arm out to break both your falls. His shirt was abandoned somewhere in the kitchen, shoes kicked off in the hallway with your shorts not far behind. His belt buckle is riding against you as he rocks his hips down, forgetting the metal between you in his hunger for you to feel him.

He feels you wince, the whine swallowed between his lips but he’s pulling back like he’s electrocuted you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” your hands are shaking as you take advantage of the space between, “just take your pants off.”

He hits you with that crooked smile and meets your hands where they’re still trembling at his hips and, god, he’s swift. He wastes no time kicking off his jeans and falling back into you, pressing back into you. You can feel him straining against his briefs but his patience is unmatched as he savors every taste of your mouth, every nip at the warm skin of your neck and chest. His hands are exploring the years that have marked your body as you mentally catalogue the scars that have taken over his.

He’s pushed your shirt up as far as it will go without leaving you but when he finally does to lift it away, the separation is so quick that it feels like nothing. He’s everywhere and you’re delirious, half thinking you’re imagining him moaning into you as he takes your hand in his to put it where he wants it.

You almost think…but, no, that’s not how that works. Your brain is fucking with you, unable to reconcile the man on top of you with the memory of the boy you loved once upon a time. But you swear, he’s bigger. He holds his breath as your hand slides between him and his waistband and he’s looking down at you like he’s never been touched at all. The sadness showcased across the softness of his face is made worse by the sheen of sweat and blush across his nose. You’d almost believe it if you couldn’t feel the heartbeat in his hardness, waiting for you to make the next move.

After two beats of aching silence, looking up into the galaxies he has the audacity to call eyes, your other hand moves to push at his waistband. If you thought he was urgent before, the graceful rush to join your efforts is gold medal worthy. Your senses are delayed, you’re not sure if the sound of fabric hitting the ground comes before or after he’s ripping at the only bit of fabric that separates you now.

“Fuck,” he rests his forehead to yours, “I'll buy you another pair.” The confusion bubbles into laughter as you realize that, yes, he actually tore them from your body.

But the bubbling laughter in your throat squeezes into a tight gasp, the air punched from your lungs as he steadies himself against you. His long fingers are brushing your hair to the side as he leans down and whispers against your lips, “Can I?”

“Please,” but your begging is lost in his response before the word has fully left your lips. He is grabbing in a way you haven’t felt in years. Hungry, like he can’t get enough, like it’s all he needs.

It is devastating, the build up. He’s ripping through the deepest parts of you and you’re convinced, wholeheartedly, that the only truth you’ve ever known rides on the waves of his name. His grip tightens, his teeth dragging down your jawline and warmth takes over as an earthquake shatters what little composure you’ve kept.

He moans low in his throat once.

Twice.

Three times it dies out against your ear like it’s only meant for you. Like it was all only meant for you.

He’s smiling as he softens, you can hear it in his voice as he slowly asks, “Can we just stay like this for a minute?”

You press your lips to that dimple, singular and lonely on the right side of his face; so far gone from a five o’clock shadow, you’d almost think he’s been forty all his life.

“Javier,” your fingers wind tighter through the sweat slick curls at the crown of his head, “we can stay like this forever.”

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