#Just casually looking through the fantasy section

[mindmeld1000]

Nothing prepared me to see ABO stories just out in the wild on a Saturday morning

#On AO3? Expected #In my local indigo on a Saturday when i'm hungover and trying to find a book for a christmas gift? Not expected #Just casually looking through the fantasy section #turned the book over to read the summary #saw “My Alpha” #put the book down and questioned a few things

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You worked for SHIELD and had a huge crush on Natasha, so what do you do when she corners you one day, begging for your help as her zipper is broken and she's struggling to remove her uniform.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, anxious!reader, mutual pining, kissing, flirting, fingering, oral

A.N: Sorry this is a day late!

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“I need your help”, came the sultry feminine voice from your bedroom door, completely snapping you out of the fantasy world you were currently daydreaming about from the book in your hand.

You knew who was there before turning in her direction in shock and surprise. “Help? Me? You need me?” your cheeks warmed at your noticeable stutter with questioning as you looked at the beautiful red-haired woman standing at your door. Natasha Romanoff was smirking at you with her hand on her hip and wearing the tight-fitting black widow suit, recently returning from a mission. She looked dangerous and deadly, but from what you could see, none of her weapons were attached to her anymore, even though she was a weapon. 

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking across the room, taking in every detail of your bedroom, and you wished you had cleaned up before she arrived. Standing nervously from your bed, your book is thrown onto the bedside drawer without marking the page with the urgency to give the woman your attention.

She doesn’t say anything; she just continues to look at you with her piercing eyes before nodding her head in the opposite direction, a sign that she wants you to follow her down the hall. You were a SHIELD agent and are currently staying at the Avengers headquarters as you continue to train for missions. You’d made some good friends here and enjoyed finally being able to use your skills for something that mattered.

This was all until you realised that the Avengers themselves actually lived there, not just the agents. You assumed they had their own homes for privacy, but this was not the case, so day after day, you had to see people like Natasha who could casually walk into your bedroom. Your crush on the Avengers was rampant, having admired her since before even joining the institute. Who wouldn’t find her attractive? She was among the most fierce and beautiful women you’d ever seen.

Natasa, ever the spy, was well aware of the effect she had on others and, most of the time, enjoyed shooting down anyone who attempted to flirt with her, walking away without a glance back at them. But not you. Never you. It is evident to everyone who worked at the  Avengers headquarters that you had a deep-seated crush on Natasha, from the fleeting glances out of the corner of your eyes or how you would stammer and stutter over your words when she was close by. You were fascinated with her, but rather than being a strong, independent woman, you resorted to being a nervous wreck, hardly even looking her in the eye because you were so anxious to talk to the beautiful woman.

This only became a fun game for Natasha, who found your crush incredibly endearing, cute even and found any excuse possible to try to talk to you, even adding your name to missions so that she knew you were close by. The more time she spent with you, the more she developed her crush; she was just better at hiding it. It was a fun little game at your expense, and today, Natasha was hoping it would be the end to it all, bored with the teasing.

Natasha walked confidently down the hall, through a set of double doors and into the Avengers section of the building. You nearly tripped over your feet, trying to look around at the area you’d not been to before she halted in front of a door, entered a key code and walked in. The weapons and expensive dress decorating the indicted where she’d taken you. You paused on the threshold to her bedroom, unsure if she meant for you to follow her in here, but she urgently waved you further so she could close the door.

Hiding your trembling fingers behind your back, you turned towards Natasha, your eyes wandering above her head as you couldn’t stomach looking into her beautiful face. “So, um, what do you need help with, Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha tried not to grin at the formal way you addressed her. “It’s pretty embarrassing, actually”, she began, her posture changing completely as her shoulders hunched slightly inwards whilst curling some of her red hair behind her ears to appear as if she was embarrassed. “My zip snapped during the mission, and now, I can’t remove my uniform, and the material has been specially made, so I can’t just cut it off”.

Your mouth suddenly filled with saliva as you automatically glanced at where her zipper stopped, just above her cleavage. Once you realised you were staring, you quickly looked back down to the ground, finding the carpet incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“Why are you asking me for help and not the seamstress?” you asked when you finally found the courage to find your voice.

“The seamstress doesn’t work on Saturdays, and you’re one of the only people I trust here, so I need to hold the two pieces of material together at the top, and you somehow shimmy the zip down”.

There was only white noise blasting through your head at her request, and without giving yourself time to overthink, you closed the distance between each other. The tips of your shoes brushed against hers as you lifted your fingers to grab the zip buckle. Natasha could see the tremor in your fingertips as she grabbed the two sections of material and tried to squeeze them together.

It was difficult at first to grab the metal, especially as your hands began to sweat, but ever so slowly, the zip descended lower, inch by inch. More of her skin began to be revealed. Her cleavage, her sternum, then lower over her navel until the very edge of her public area, which, to your amazement, was neatly trimmer and a brunette shade.

As you comprehended what you were actually looking at, you stepped away, hands rubbing at your sides like you’d made the gravest mistake possible, scared that Natasha would be upset for revealing so much of her body. However, the assassin was unphased and began to pull her arms from her uniform, pushing the black material off her shoulders, down her waist and hips and then kicking off her shoes and attire, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

“You… You don’t wear any underwear beneath your uniform”, you whispered beneath your breath in awe before quickly looking at that entertaining patch of carpet on the floor, realising you’d been staring at her naked body. Your entire body heated with embarrassment and arousal as you crossed one leg over the other to try and squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. 

Natasha shrugged at your observation, “I find that the uniform is so tight that I can’t wear any underwear without the seams being seen, so it’s easier to go without”. Nodding your head at her explanation, you continued looking anywhere but at her. Natasha took a dainty step towards you, her smile growing more prominent, “Are you afraid of nakedness?”

You make a point of forcing yourself to look at her whilst folding your arms over your chest. “No, of course not. I just thought it would be polite to give you some privacy”.

Natasha bites the inside of her lips to stop from just outright grinning and laughing in your face. “I don’t mind. You can look”, she quips whilst raising one of her eyebrows suggestively.

You weren’t sure if this was a test, but as your eyes lowered, you thanked whatever gods were listening to this one moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. She was well toned, given her lifestyle and training methods, and scars littered over her body, which was evidence of her work as stabbings or gunshots clearly created them. You were mesmerised by her beauty, from her perfectly trimmed mound, her toned abs, and up to her round, full breasts.

Until that is, something piqued your interest, “Do you have your nipples pierced?”

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, looking down at her perked nipples with a shrug of her shoulders, making them jiggle with the movement. “Yeah, they’ve made me quite sensitive, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, they’re super cute”.

“You are”, you say, admiring her breasts, but then your eyes go wide in shock, realising what you’d just said and the soft tone you’d said it in. “I mean, they are- the piercings are -I didn’t mean to sound inappropriate, sorry. I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn't, um-”

Natasha took a step forward, closing the gap entirely so that you could now feel the warmth of her skin; she was that close. Her beautiful, naked body within your bubble, you never wanted it to leave.

“It’s ok, I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed”.

“I…I am?” you say, looking at her like she had grown another head because there was no way Natasha Romanoff just called you cute in any sense of the word, especially when you’re whining away anxiously.

“You are. Might be why I asked you to come and help me rather than the others. Nothing like a cute girl helping to undress me”. You flush at the obvious flirtatious advances, trying your hardest to continue looking into her forest-green eyes that seem to delve deep into your soul. “You’re even more cuter when you’re like this. Reacting more to my words than my naked body. God, I could just eat you right up.” Natasha lifts her slender fingers and runs the back of them over your eyes and around your ear. “I’ve been watching you, y’know?. It's so hard to talk to a cute girl like you when you’re running away from me every time I enter the room”.

“I’m just nervous”, you say and instantly chastise yourself for stating the obvious.

It doesn’t, phas Natasha thought as her other hand gently grasped yours, interlocking your fingers as she stated, “I know. You don’t have to be nervous, Sugar. I only want good things, I promise”.

She lifts the hand that is holding hers, kissing the palm ever so softly and then moves it so you’re holding her face. “You don’t have to be nervous to do anything with me”, Natasha continues, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to get to know you on a personal and physical way, if you understand what I’m alluding to”.

Your mouth didn’t want to work, with the worry of just blurting out that you were in love with her, so you nodded your head to show your understanding. Being brave, you allowed your fingers to explore her sharp cheekbones, admiring the delicateness of her skin and shocked when she even began to nuzzle into your palm.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sincerely, her eyes wide with hope and yet restrained, not wanting to frighten you off. As your fingers brush through her silky hair, you nod your head, wanting her very much to touch you in any way possible.

Natasha lifts both hands to press against your hairline, exploring your face like she was trying to map every inch of you. Lower she descended, over your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips, pulling on the bottom one with her thumb, which had your eyes automatically dropping to look at hers.

You want to kiss so severely that it almost makes you ache and beg. It seemed Natasha also knew this and had another idea in mind as she implored in the most innocent voice, “Touch me lower”.

You do as instructed, over her jaw and down her long neck, then press her collarbones again, wondering if this is the area where you should stop. However, Natasha raises her eyebrow again in question, so you take that as your queue to explore lower. Your eyes never leave hers as your fingers run down the centre of her sternum, directly between her breasts, until they stop at the base of her sternum.

Deciding to be brave for once in your life, your fingers skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts, and you watched in delight as her breath hitched, chest leaning into the touch. You take this as a good sign and reach for her hard nipples that have a simple metal bar through the centre.

Natasha groans, even though all you’ve done is graze over the bundle of nerves. “So sensitive”, she explains and reminds you of her predicament.

Pulling your hand away, thinking you’d done something she didn’t want, you apologise quickly, “Sorry!”

However, with her lightning-fast reaction, Natashas quickly grabs your retreating hands and pulls them back to cup her again. “I like it. I like everything you do to me and want to do”.

Before you can overthink anymore, Natasha is pressing her face towards yours, eyes closing and lips connecting with yours. Your whole body reacts instantly, leaning closer and mewling into her mouth, pushing harder. Her lips were so plump they felt like soft, warm clouds against your face, and you’re obsessed, crazy for more, never wanting this moment to stop.

But of course, it does as Nat pulls back for a second, and you’re trying to chase after her with your lips, which causes the woman to giggle. “Can I take this off?” she asks, pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You nod, heart beating so hard on your chest you were sure she would be able to hear. Lifting your arms above your head, Natasha removes the article of clothing and begins to admire your black bra. “I love this”. She eyes it for a second before realising that it unclasps from the front. Natasha internally praised you for being so beautiful as she reached to undo the clasp, exposing your breasts to her.

She moans in wonderment at your beauty, cursing herself for waiting this long before making a move. Natasha couldn’t wait any long as her head dipped to lick across your nipple, causing your back to arch to press her face closer, and your fingers gripped into her hair to hold her there.

Something seemed to snap in you, whether the confidence blooming in your core or the anxiety melting away. Either way, you were in this situation, and there was no way you were letting it go to waste. As the red-haired woman sealed her lips around your other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into her mouth, you swiftly pulled her off by your hands behind in her hair, but only to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Whether it was your enthusiasm to kiss her or Natasha’s excitement that you were beginning to feel more confident, something knocked the two of you back so that you were now led on her perfectly made bed. Natasha doesn’t waste a second and is climbing on top of you, straddling your waste with her naked body now hovering over yours. You touch her everywhere now, her thighs, over her arse to pull her hips closer, up her back to then cup her head.

It was everything you wanted and more; couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and warmth. Everything about her, you wanted it every day, all the time. She was sweet and delicate with you, but eventually, Natasha too was becoming fevering with her touches and needing more of you.

“I wanna taste you”, she admits against your lips, just as her tongue dares to peek before yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked uncertainly.

Natasha laughed against your mouth, moving to kiss down your throat over the areas that had your toes curling as she confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure I want to eat you out.”

Your only answer was a grin that caused your cheeks to ache with how giddy you felt. Natasha kissed your lips once more before shuffling down your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, tasting every area of your skin she could reach, and spending special particular attention on your breasts. Teasing and sucking on them until you begged her to move lower with how intense your arousal was becoming. 

Natasha noted this, deciding that the next time the two of you were intimate, she wanted to see if she could make you cum just by nipple stimulation. Lower she moved, every touch was gentle and calm, even as she unbuttoned your jeans and began to lower them as well as your underwear down your legs, with the help of you lifting your hips, her fingers still were careful about where she touched.

She then began her journey up, kissing and licking all the places that were most sensitive, like your inner knee and thighs, until she was face to face with the area causing you the most ache.

Her eyes met yours, and a devilish smirk on her lips made you wonder what you had gotten yourself in for as her mouth met your more intimate areas. You broke eye contact first, but only because your body jolted, and you had to force your back to arch, spreading your legs further on the bed as your head tipped back.

Natasha's lips were just as plump and soft against your pussy as they were against your mouth. She kissed you there first, savouring the warmth and liquid that had already leaked from your cunt. The noises you were already whimpering were like music to her ears, so desperate and needy.

Carefully, her tongue licked long strips up your folds before adding pressure and parting them, moving deeper until she was poking at your hole that was already contracting with your arousal around nothing. She contemplated for a moment letting her tongue fuck you, but instead, she paid particular attention to your throbbing clit. Tentative, agonisingly slow circles did the tip of her tongue move around the bud before she pressed the flat front of her tongue and gave it a long lick.

“Natasha!” you cried out, hand moving to grip her hair to hold her there. Nat thought it was adorable seeing you falling apart like this so quickly. She hummed against your pussy which caused vibrations to purr into the nerves, which caused your thighs to tremble and clench with the stimulation.

Nat tickled the backs of your thighs to get them to relax again before travelling the length of the limb until the area where your tongue was still pleasuring. Her middle finger circled your eagerly awaiting hole, and as she sucked on the bundle of nerves, she inserted the finger carefully. In and out and moved before adding a second finger, beginning to stretch your cunt. Your hips began rolling of their own accord, desperate to match the pace of Natasha’s tongue and fingers, which had just started to curl to press against the sensitive spot inside you.

“That feels so good, right there!” Natasha didn’t plan on stopping making you feel this good, but she did contemplate just how pretty you’d look after being edged a few times. She just added that to the lengthening list of things she wanted to try with you in the future.

You had to bite your lower lip as your cries of joy were beginning to echo around the bedroom, still holding onto the red hair and essentially fucking yourself on her fingers and tongue. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the green eyes that were watching your every move.

“Please kiss me”, you asked desperately with a slight quiver in your voice as you were getting closer to orgasming.

Natasha grins, licking her lips and crawling back up your body whilst still curling her fingers, her thumb pressing and rolling your clit instead of her tongue. Her mouth was hungry against yours, forcing your lips wider so she could stroke your mouth's crevices, making sure you could taste yourself from her.

You reach out for her, wanting to feel her body just as badly as she wants to hear you cum, but she has other ideas. The hand you reached for her with was held firmly against the bed as Natasha shook her head. “This is just about you today; there will be so much more time for me in the future. Just enjoy this, Sugar”.

You could have melted at the pet name she’d picked and rushed forward to kiss her feverishly one more, hips rolling and working in time with the curl of her fingers and thumb. She was making you feel so good, expertly touching your body, gripping the back of your head to hold your close.

Resting her temple on yours, she looked at you with glazed eyes and demanded, “Cum for me; I want to see you cum on my fingers, pretty girl”. Her words had your core tightening in arousal, your mouth gaping open to gasp and share the same air as her she was that close to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me. I know you’re close. I can feel it on my fingers; you’re so wet for me, so tight, Sugar. Cum for me”.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm rocketed through your very centre, thighs trembling, arms struggling to hold you up as your pussy squeezed in flutters around her fingers. She didn’t stop her rocking motion; those sweet curls of her two fingers, not under you, had sagged back onto the bed to catch your breath.

Carefully, she eased her fingers out of you, putting on a broad display of her licking your fingers and dramatically moaning at the taste before lying down next to you, resting her head on her elbow.

“Do you wanna go and get some food?  There’s a cute Italian place about half an hour from here”, Natasha asks casually whilst stroking your cheek with the hand that had just been between your legs.

“What? Like a date?” you asked with the tremor returning to your voice as you stared at her with widening eyes.

Natasha takes one look at you and laughs, tipping her head back with how funny she found it. “I’ve just licked you out and had you cumming on my fingers, and you’re getting nervous about a date? You’re too fucking cute, Sugar. Yes, it’s a date. What do you say?”

Your cheeks heat at her amusement, but you’re soon joining her with smiling, nodding your head and saying, “Yes, I’d love to go on this date with you”.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff one shot #black widow smut #black widow x reader #marvel smut #marvel #mine* #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[gooppoo]

imagine you’re braiding jake’s hair and find out he has a hair pulling kink 😫

this. this is exactly what I'm talking abt.

tugging along.

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mdni.

It was supposed to be something casual. He had become a true warrior, and you'd be damned if his hair was the reason something horrible happened to him. Besides - you were good at it.

"Sit."

He crossed his legs and seated himself in front of you. On a small stool, you opened your legs and tugged Jake into the space between them. Your items for braiding were ready on a small table beside you, prepped for work.

Since becoming a true Na'vi, Jake's hair had grown substantially, and had gone through many phases of styles, but today he decided - "Can I get those small braids all over-" he motioned to the crown of his head.

"Do you want them against your scalp?" You took his soft hair in your hands.

Pondering what that style might look like, he nodded and snuggled between your legs again.

Starting, you parted his hair with a comb, gelling out different sections where the braids would trace along his head. Then the actual braiding began. Your fingers were nimble and dexterous to get the style tight for longevity.

When you got to a particularly sensitive spot of his head, he would hiss and hum lowly.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Nah-" Jake clenched his jaw, "Don't worry about it."

And he meant that. Because if you did, you might notice the absurd tent pitched beneath his loincloth. It would've been a surprise for both of you.

Jake didn't knew this was a scratch you could itch. He's had his hair done plenty of times, but this time with the way you tugged and yanked, it registered more as pleasure than pain. Each time the sensation of his hair being pulled rippled down his body, his length twitched shamefully. His mind couldn't help but imagine grappling for dominance and your hands rooted in his strands, playing dirty-

"Are you sure you're alright Jake?" His groaning was very obvious, but to you it registered as discomfort.

"Mmhmm."

One point, when your reached further along down his head, he purposefully jerked forward to simulate the fantasy in his mind more accurately. You smacked his head and yanked him back into place; at this he yelped and had to bite back a moan that would've definitely come off as provocative.

"Stop squirming, it'll make it worse."

Oh - that's just what he wanted.

When you were done, Jake was awkwardly waddling away and grumbling his thank you to hide the face that he came all over his lap.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully smut

[rashoumon-homo]

Hands (Chuuya x Reader)

Chuuya x Trans Male Reader, NSFW

-> Content Warnings: trans male reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), amab terms for afab parts, “wetness” is mentioned but otherwise no fem terms

-> 1.7k words

Author’s Note: this was my first time writing trans smut and it was really really hard for me. Hopefully this is beneficial and euphoria-inducing to someone out there who doesn’t get to see themself represented in reader insert fanfic often.

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

The first time you watched Chuuya tug off his gloves, you knew those hands would be the death of you. The smooth skin of his palms, those long, powerful fingers. How might they feel loosely caged around your neck? Slipped under the hem of your shirt, roaming along the expanse of your waist and abdomen?

It was no more than a fantasy; a guilty pleasure of yours. Until, a week or so after you’d started dating, you were walking side by side and he casually grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers into yours. Even with the glove acting as a layer between you, the warmth of his skin seeped through to yours. The muscles in his palms, in each section of his fingers, flexed ever so slightly as you both moved, reminding you of their presence. His hand was smaller than you expected, about the same size as yours. But he was much more confident with it, which lent to the impression it was larger than it was. He’d rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand to relax you, though it had much the opposite effect. The gentle pressure sent shivers down your spine, collecting and pulsing between your legs. It seemed your body wanted to feel that rhythmic, gentle pressure somewhere else.

When he pinned you against the wall and kissed you for the first time, his hands were a significant part of the equation. One held your waist while the other slid from the side of your neck to your jaw, his leg slotted between yours all the while. He pressed his thigh into your throbbing dick as he kissed you, coaxing a small groan from your mouth. Even while kissing, he moved deliberately; never half-assing or doubting his movements for a moment. He was confident. Dominant. Though trapped between the cool brick and his warm body pressing into you, you didn’t feel cornered or afraid; far from it. You wanted more.

Then came the fantasies. You wrote it off as innocent curiosity at first, wondering whether the pads of his fingers would be rough or smooth under the gloves. One thing led to another, and you were imagining his hands sliding over the sensitive part of your waist, squeezing the curve of your ass, pushing your thighs apart to venture between your legs. Those skilled hands would know all the right spots to touch, to press and stroke, to bring you to orgasm. The thoughts themselves were enough to aid you when getting yourself off, at least. At the rate things were going, all he’d have to do is reach for your belt and you’d cum in your pants like a teenager. Luckily for you, you lasted a bit longer when the time came.

You were spread out on his mattress, still dressed, while he stood at the foot of the bed and slipped off his jacket. He eyed you hungrily as he continued to undress, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time at a deliberately slow pace. You licked your lips and swallowed. When you reached to take off your own clothes, he stopped you.

“I want to unwrap you myself,” he said, eyes trailing up and down your body. He tossed his shirt aside and knelt on the bed between your legs, pushing them to a bent position to give himself more room. He handed you another pillow to prop up your head, looking a little nervous for the first time since you’d met him. “You comfortable, baby?” he asked, resting his hand on your knee.

You nodded. “I’m fine,” you reassured him. “Just really fucking horny.”

Chuuya laughed lightly, now finally reaching for the button on your jeans. “That I can help with.”

You could feel the pressure of his fingers near your groin as he undid the button. Only a couple layers of fabric separated you from his touch. The tug of the zipper was unbearable, sending miniature vibrations through the fabric of your underwear. Nowhere near enough to get off from, but enough to tease you. Without thinking, you bucked up into his touch.

“Ahh, sorry,” you said quickly, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Hey,” he said softly, pulling your hands away. “Don’t hide, baby. You being eager is a good thing.”

He tugged your pants off and threw them to the side, but hesitated before reaching for the waistband of your boxers. He ran his knuckles lightly over the fabric over your crotch, pressing a little harder at the moist patch you’d left.

“So wet for me already…” he murmured. He glanced up then, and asked, “Is that alright for me to say?”

You nodded, then guided his hand higher to where your dick throbbed against the fabric. “Though, I prefer you to point out how hard I am as a measure of arousal.” He nodded, experimentally petting over it through your boxers.

“As long as you don’t use any words you wouldn’t use for an amab guy, it’s fine,” you reminded him.

“Before I start, are you okay with my fingers inside?” he asked.

“Please,” you said quickly. Then shyly, you added, “Would you be okay with taking off your gloves? I’ve kind of been fantasizing about that for a while.”

Chuuya grinned, then tugged off his gloves with his teeth. And there were his beautiful, slender hands, exposed to the air once more. They reached for your waistband, knuckles just grazing your skin, as he pulled your boxers off.

Chuuya swallowed, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. “God, that’s sexy,” he breathed.

He gripped the undersides of your thighs to spread them wider, positioning you. Rather than go for your dripping hole first like you expected, he rubbed his thumb along the underside of your dick. It throbbed against his touch, and you let out a short moan. He did it again, eliciting a similar reaction.

“You wanna jerk me off, baby?” you asked with a lazy smile. “Here, try like this.” You pushed his hand aside with your own and curled your finger, showing him how you like to jack off on your own. He copied the motion and pretty soon had the hang of it.

You moaned, arching your back to angle your hips towards him. “So good, baby,” you praised.

Chuuya slid his finger down to your hole and pushed it in with ease. He added another on the next thrust, curling them inside you as he moved them. “So warm,” he murmured.

“More,” you groaned. Your dick ached with need.

Continuing to stroke his fingers inside of you, he took your dick into his mouth. His eyes flicked up to study your reactions as he tried a mix of sucking it and rolling his tongue over it at different intensities.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your breath came out as short gasps as you writhed under his touch. “Feels so fucking good.” Those hands really were magic, the way they pressed into you just right. And his mouth must have been sent from heaven, with how expertly he sucked dick.

Chuuya’s free hand pressed down on your hip to hold you in place. His hips were moving, you noticed, as he grinded against the bed. After a broken moan of yours, he groaned against your dick, sending vibrations shooting through you like lightning.

“Chuuya!” you gasped. A familiar heat started to gather in your groin. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. “Chuuya… fuck, Chuuya… ‘m gonna-”

Your whole body tensed and you let out a loud cry, clenching down hard on Chuuya’s fingers. He slowed down but continued to fuck you through the orgasm.

He took his mouth off your dick and must have at some point started rambling words of praise because when you came back down, he was murmuring, “…hot like that, the way you look when you cum, you’re doing so good for me baby boy, so perfect.”

You breathed heavily, muscles finally relaxing. Your skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and you felt exhausted but happy. When you looked down at Chuuya, he was looking back at you with such adoration it made you feel shy all over again.

“Taking my fingers out now,” he warned. He slid them out, then quickly grabbed a tissue to catch the majority of the cum dripping from them. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, then said, “I’m gonna wash my hands and then I’ll come clean you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and closed your eyes. There was the sound of the bathroom sink once, then twice, then the pressure of him sitting on the bed alerted you to his return. He gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, then set clean pajamas at the end of the bed.

“You should probably go piss before you fall asleep,” he said. “I heard it’s important.”

“You did your research,” you said, surprised.

“Well, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “I wanna take good care of my boyfriend. If that means doing some extra reading, I’ll do it.”

Your eyes crinkled into a smile. “Babe! When I get back from the bathroom, I want cuddles, so get ready.”

In the bathroom, you changed into the pajamas Chuuya had lent you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror like an idiot. And true to your word, as soon as you came back to the bedroom, you hopped in beside him and snuggled into his arms. The comforter had been replaced with a new one - luckily all the mess had been on top of it instead of the sheets.

Chuuya kissed you as you settled into the sheets, stroking the back of your head lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me- for everything really. I’m sorry I didn’t get you off too,” you said.

“Oh, uh…” he said, blushing. “I kinda… came while sucking you off?”

Your eyes widened and you grinned. “You did not!”

Chuuya shrugged sheepishly.

“And here I thought I was gonna be the one to cum before even getting touched,” you snickered.

“Hey!” he said, shoving your arm.

You caught him in a kiss, and the two of you laughed together until you fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

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[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's friends with benefits | college AU | smut | crack

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> word count 1.8k

>> warnings dry humping | use of handcuffs | oral (m. receiving) | cowgirl | reverse cowgirl | ft. bestie jimin ;)

>> author's note fhjkdhkjd hiiii!!! we're halfway there peeps <3 things become revealed on this cause i'm a whore for plot... so 👀

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“So, you and Jungkook are…” 

“Casual, nothing more and nothing less Park.” You answer truthfully, while skimming your eyes over the aisle of butt plugs. 

“I don’t believe that. Remember when he had the biggest crush on you during the first semester?” Jimin slaps your shoulder lightly, almost punishing you for hooking up with Jungkook. 

“You’re lying. He doesn’t like me—” 

“He does.” Jimin insists, whisper-yelling to not cause attention. 

“Why are you whispering?!” You take a butt plug from the aisle, noticing how it’s transparent. 

“I don’t know, we’re in a fucking sex shop?” 

You shake your head, giggling as you put back the butt plug and continue to stroll through the shop. Jimin isn’t innocent, he’s just not very open to the whole sex toys thing. You’ve tried to make him loosen a bit to the idea but he refuses. Which is also why you’re surprised he even accompanied you. But after he started bringing up Jungkook as the first thing, you weren’t surprised why he said yes. 

“I didn’t force you to come.” You say, finding the section for ropes and handcuffs. 

“I know…” Jimin whispers carefully, not wanting for you to hear that you’re right. He knows you’ll use it against him. 

“But seriously, why are we here? Did Jungkook send you here or?” You choke at the question. It’s not that it hasn’t anything to do with Jeon Jungkook but you’re here because he gave you the green light to pick. And, you’ve had a few things in mind. 

“This isn’t about him… It’s for me.” You respond, voice laced with uncertainty. You hope it doesn’t crack through to your friend. Jimin just rolls his eyes, following behind you while you finally find what you’ve been looking for. 

“Perfect.” You grab ahold of the silver handcuffs. Jimin raises an eyebrow in question. 

“What? You’re gonna handcuff yourself or?” You sigh out loud. 

“And if I do?” 

“Kinky.” Jimin jokes, which causes you to roll your eyes back at him. Sure, you had some fantasies that weren’t on the most vanilla side, yet Jungkook was very basic. It wasn’t a bad thing, he always did things to make it exciting somehow but you wanted to step it up a bit. Handcuffs were a good beginning. 

Jimin doesn’t need to know who’s going to wear them. That’s gonna stay between you and Jungkook. You know deep down he gave you the green light, but a part of you is still uncertain about bringing an accessory to your deal. Fuck it, if he truly has a problem with it, then you’re not as sexually compatible as you thought. You’re just extremely curious to how he’ll react. 

The bag from the sex shop is resting on your desk while you fiddle with the material of your sheets. You’ve kept your eyes on it ever since you arrived back home, wondering if you should open them now. It’s mostly because you’re curious over how exactly they work, and looking at the time, Jungkook won’t be here for another hour — so you have time. 

Something kicks inside of you, so without instinct you jump up and open the bag with no care. When you get access to the handcuffs, you notice they aren’t paired up with keys but are sustainable instead. You regret holding onto them, because the minute you’re about to put them away, Jungkook walks into your dorm as if he lives here. 

“Hi— Are those handcuffs?” Jungkook stills by the door, while your face looks like a deer caught in headlights. It’s like middle school all over again, being caught with something you truly wanted to keep to yourself. Jungkook is sometimes hard to read and him being extremely quiet worsens the situation for you. 

“You’ve got eyes.” You joke, about to put them away when Jungkook moves towards you and grabs them. He studies them, humming along. 

Your heartbeat increases, afraid of what he’ll think. 

“Never took you for a kinky person…” Jungkook says. “I like it.” He smirks, moving closer to you and grabbing both of your wrists. 

You stop him. “Who said I would wear them?” You quirk an eyebrow and Jungkook’s mouth drops. 

“You’re kidding.” 

You don’t respond, instead you take them from him, locking him in easily as he lets you. 

“Lay down for me.” You demand, taking off your pants which gets Jungkook excited. He’s never really been dominated before or been handcuffed before but this is surprisingly a huge turn on for him. 

“Damn baby.” Jungkook comments, laying completely down and dragging his arms upwards. You straddle his lap, being too quiet for his liking. 

Jungkook can’t get another word out because you’re kissing him, gently yet roughly as you pull his bottom lip with your teeth. 

“You said I decide this time. This is what I want.” You push yourself down, dragging your clothed core over his growing erection. 

“Shit.” Jungkook breathes out, stunned by how you’re taking control like this. 

You grind back and forth, feeling the edges of his cock rub down on your clit and slit. The sensation is enough to make you grow needy, continuing your movements. Jungkook isn’t better himself, moving his hips upwards to follow your pace. 

Jungkook is surprised when you bring your mouth on his neck, kissing him all the way down as you keep eye contact with him. 

It’s not that you don’t want to tease or edge Jungkook for a bit longer, but your roommate is back in a few hours and she’s the last person that needs to know you have Jeon Jungkook right under you. 

So, therefore you move your hand to the waistband of his pants, taking his fully hard cock out. Jungkook hisses by the contact of your hand on him. You do love to tease just a little bit, so you put your lips on the underside of his cock, letting him feel the soft edges of your lips. Jungkook moans by the contact, missing having your mouth on him. 

It’s not something you always did, so whenever you did, Jungkook couldn’t exactly contain himself. With a small smile, you finally give him what he wants, grabbing him by the base and swirling your tongue towards the wet slit. 

“Fucking love your mouth.” Jungkook says truthfully which sends a rush down your core. Compliments by him always had that effect on you. 

You prop yourself up, inviting the tip inside of your warm mouth. The way your mouth stretches sends a chill down Jungkook’s spine, him tucking on his lip ring in anticipation. You move downwards, covering everything you can and using your hand to whatever you can’t cover. As said, Jungkook is fucking big. 

You suck up and down, spitting on it once to lubricate it. The noise turns wet and sloppy as you shamelessly suck him off like you always do. Jungkook tries his hardest not to thrust upwards, keeping himself still to be good for you. After all, this is simply the beginning. 

When his cock is wet enough, you remove your mouth and move towards the cupboard to fetch a condom. Jungkook watches you put in on with ease, removing your underwear before you position yourself. Normally you would grind down on it before sitting down, but you’re too impatient. 

As you ease yourself down, you both gasp in sync over the feeling. Jungkook feels himself grow dizzy over how tight and warm you feel and you just love how he fills you up. 

When he’s fully inside of you, you begin to bounce, clutching both hands on his chest. Sounds grow louder whenever you move quicker, aching for a release. Jungkook tries his best not to move upwards and kiss every inch of you, maybe even slide his hand under your shirt and squeeze your breasts. Now he understands the meaning behind handcuffs. They send an unwilling rush through you, making everything feel more intense because of the restraint. 

“That’s it, shit.” Jungkook praises you, moving his hips upwards and meeting you halfway. You respond with a moan, throwing your head back as his cock hits your g-spot repeatedly. 

When you look back down on Jungkook, you notice how he’s moving his arms towards you. 

You stop moving. “If you touch me I stop.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. 

“You can’t be serious.” He almost sounds annoyed. 

You grin, moving down to reach his lips. “I am.” You mumble against them and Jungkook tries to reach for your mouth but you move back upwards and go back to it. 

This is fun. 

Seeing Jungkook a little helpless, despite every inch of him aching to touch you, makes you feel something you can’t exactly pinpoint. All you know is that this is the most fun you’ve had a while. 

You grab onto his necklace, fiddling with it as you bite your lip and move carelessly. Jungkook is beginning to tense, a sign he’s close but you’re far from done. 

Therefore, you remove yourself, Jungkook groaning by the loss of your warm core. But, before he can ask why you’ve stopped, you turn around, giving him a view of your backside. 

“Fucking hell.” He breathes out, watching your ass begin to bounce on him. You hold onto his legs for support, gliding yourself back down whenever the tip is about to slip out. The pace is slower than before, a teasing method you’ve gained while having your fun with Jungkook. 

“Jungkook—“ You moan, feeling yourself grow closer, your legs tensing with each thrust. Jungkook can tell you’re close, with the way you’re clenching around him. He’s trying to hold on for a little longer, holding his hands where you want them but fuck. Every burning fiber in him wants to touch it, grab it, even spank it. He’s always liked the startled gasp you make whenever he spanks you and right now? He fucking needs it. 

It intensifies everything around him, his brain shutting off completely, sounds being the only thing he makes. You’re just as lost, pushing everything you have in yourself to chase your high. 

As your orgasm begins to wash over you, your hold on Jungkook’s legs tighten, along with every muscle. Jungkook follows suit, his cock twitching inside of you — releasing inside of the condom. 

The room is quiet. Without a warning you remove yourself, Jungkook’s cock slipping out of you easily. You both look at each other and Jungkook removes the handcuffs in a hurry. 

“Jungkook wha—“ He interrupts your sentence with a soft peck to your lips, both of his hands cradling your sweaty cheeks. 

The kiss surprises you. Not because you haven’t kissed before, no. This is the first time Jungkook has kissed you without it leading up to sex. 

“You’re incredible.” Jungkook admits, leaning his forehead against yours. He looks at you softly, caressing the apple of your cheeks with his thumb. It’s a look he’s never given you before. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

Holy shit. Does Jungkook like you?! 

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[billthedrake]

(This is a story I started a while ago but put to the back burner before getting very far. We'll see if I pick it up again.)

FIFTY SHADES OF DADBOD

PART ONE: THE PROTOTYPE

Sexual attraction's a mystery. At least it is to me. I just know what turns me on and it's deep seated. Yeah, my tastes are particular, weird even. It took me years to own up to them completely.

I don't know if Mr. Carson was responsible for my love of dad bods. Maybe he tapped into something already there, deeper in me. But I had an important milestone watching him mow the lawn, shirtless in the summer heat. Puberty had hit me like a hormonal train and I was spending the summer days with a boner, rubbing it, enjoying the new sensations. I was doing it a lot, too, particularly since I had the free time of my summer days. I don't even think I fully registered that I was attracted to men and men only.

But that day I realized. I looked out my window and watched my neighbor. I got excited and had the naughty urge to rub myself to the vision of the guy, so I unzipped and pulled out my boner.

Jeff Carson was about as typical, even stereotypical a suburban man you could picture. Early 30s, married with a kid, had a corporate job similar to my dad's. Handsome looks, receding blond hair, masculine in that laid-back ex-frat way. Had about 5, maybe 10 extra pounds clinging to his mid section.

I watched that fateful day as the sweat trickled down his back and into the waistband of his beat-up Nantucket red chino shorts. Then as he turned the mower and walked toward my house, that beautiful torso came into view. Strong but not huge pecs, a dusting of golden hair, then just a hint of a gut.

I felt an unfamiliar sensation. Pleasure, but mostly sensations that surprised me. Like I was going to piss. I was having my first orgasm. I cleaned up, ashamed, but about fifteen minutes later I was back in the same spot, doing the same thing as Mr. Carson did his last turns around the lawn. I was hooked.

Mr. Carson wasn't my only JO fodder for my teen years but he was always the biggest star in my fantasies. He fit my ideal of a perfect man and even defined it. To this day, guys measure up to him.

The crazy thing was he got even hotter for me. Around sophomore year, the Carsons had a second baby, and I saw work and domestic life put more padding on his body. Almost all of it went to his midsection. For a good year straight, I observed how the love handles and incipient beer belly filled out Mr. C's dress shirts and polos, as well as the casual T-shirts he'd sometimes wear on the weekend.

And then there were his golf shirts. My dad bod attraction may have been already there, but I'll credit Mr. C for turning me onto golf attire. He was an avid golfer and the way that poly-knit fabric would hug his body would send me wild. Besides the amazing gentle girth of his stomach, the man had perfect tits. Nice thick nipples with a pointy tip that would show through in his golf shirts or polo shirts, even his dress shirts. I developed a real fetish for shirts and the men who filled them out well.

I even knicked a couple of my dad's old ones from a pile he'd set aside for Goodwill. No, I don't perv on the old man, but I perved on those shirts. Big time. Load after load, pumping them out after school as I slipped on a polo shirt and JO-ed in front of my bedroom mirror. The shirts were big on me, of course. I wasn't an athletic teenager and still had a very slender frame. But I'd stroke my dick and imagine what I'd look like bigger, grown up. I imagined being about to fuck a man wearing his golf or polo shirt. One day I even snuck a pair of dad's golf shoes and put them on for my session. Was the biggest cum I'd had.

If Jeff Carson was hot in a snug shirt, it was a different kind of pleasure seeing him shirtless in his backyard when the warmer weather came. Unaware that he was showing off his new-daddy weight to me. I took a ton of pictures which still don't fail to get me off. And eventually, the man took up jogging to lose some of his excess pounds. I wanted to tell him he was fucking perfect and he shouldn't ever change, but I did enjoy the glimpses of him running down the street, the modest swell of his belly jiggling with each stride. Fuck, I shot so much spunk to that mental image.

I worried I was forming an unhealthy obsession, but Mr. C opened me to a new world of men. I started noticing teachers and coaches and men around town who fit the type. These were men I'd never see in a porn video, except for a few of the amateur vids I was curating into a personal collection. Though I didn't have a term yet for their body types, I began to appreciate the sheer variety of dadbods.

It felt bittersweet moving off to college. On one hand I was itching for the freedom to discover myself and to come out. On the other hand I was losing my regular sightings of my neighbor. Not only did I lust after him in a big way, I was growing a little crush on Mr. C.

PART TWO: THE EX-JOCK

It was second semester of college before I discovered the gym. I learned the basics for weight lifting from whatever internet sources I could find and hit it hard.

I made a workout buddy who saw I didn't really know proper form lifting and offered me some tips. Sam was a total bro type, but like me had a leaner genetic build. I think we got along so well because we were serious about lifting but weren't meatheads like a lot of other guys in the gym. We had a standing gym session together four times a week. We didn't hang out too much otherwise, but we spent so much time together we became good friends.

Sam didn't seemed too fazed when I told him I was gay, but he did act a little weird for a while, making nervous jokes about his ass being off limits after I watched his set of squats. Finally, I just said, "Dude you're not my fucking type so don't worry."

That seemed to clear the air. "Sorry man I guess I was being a dick." He racked an extra 20 on for my set. "I bet you go for those pretty boys." It was a small liberal arts college and the few visible gay gays on campus fit a certain type.

I got into place. "Nah," I admitted. "I like older dudes."

He laughed and had a smirk still when I finished my set.

"What?" I asked.

"Me, too," he said. "I don't mean dudes, but I prefer older women. My buddies make fun of me sometimes... I don't think I've lived down the Cougar Boy nickname," he laughed.

"Fuck 'em," I said. "Life's too short not to go after what you want."

Me and Sam were solid after that day.

Thing was, I could talk a big game, but I still hadn't had much sexual experience. Some fumbling hookups with some guys on campus, but I was craving an older man to have sex with. A man like Jeff Carson.

I didn't find him. At least not at first and not exactly. But I set up a profile on an app and after a bit of nervousness added, "looking for older guys. Masculine preferred, don't need a perfect body."

I got a few hits. Some guys were fun to chat with but didn't push my buttons physically. Others looked hot but seemed rude and short. Maybe I was too hesitant and was feeling them out too much.

Finally, I was horny one Saturday night and set something up. The guy I didn't think was that attractive but he offered to suck me off, no recip, and that sounded pretty good to me right then. I went to his place, and yeah, he wasn't better looking in person. But he had a nice head of salt and pepper hair that I looked down on as he shucked my shorts and started to lick my dick, getting it firmed up to hardness. And when he took me in his mouth, I realized what I'd been missing out on. This was a great blow job. Not rushed but definitely working me up to greater and greater pleasure. After a couple of minutes I blurted out that I was going to cum if he kept it up. He did, and I shot. Afterwards, the man was grateful, and I was in a good mood.

It was later that week when I hit the jackpot. The man's profile read 49, 6'2" (two inches taller than me), 220 pounds. We had some flirtatious chat and he unlocked his pics for me... a very handsome, almost ruggedly handsome face, with brown eyes, medium-short dark hair showing a lot of gray... and a nice thick-ish cock the pubic hair trimmed but not too much. Best of all was his body. Strong, bulky, a little padding around the middle. A true ex-jock build.

He seemed into what I was offering, too. Lean, six pack, nice round ass, a bit of muscle that I'd put on in the last year.

"It's gotta be discreet," he wrote.

"That's cool," I replied. "Don't have any one I could tell," I wrote. I was out and had gay friends, but none that I'd confessed my attraction to older men to.

He offered to pick me up on campus. I was nervous about that idea, but some gut instinct told me I could trust him. I'm glad I did. The man was even hotter in person and the smile he greeted me with as I got into his car told me he was pleased with me as well.

"Jason...? good to meet you," he said, offering his thick mitt of a hand.

"You, too, Pat," I smiled back, my heart beating. This guy was so frickin' hot. Thick-set muscle and just big, you know. I knew he was a coach from the get go. I didn't know where or what he coached, but I knew it was possible he was a coach at my college.

"You OK going back to my place?" he asked, checking in.

"Oh yeah," I said.

There's a cliche that younger guys often hold to about older men. That they're all experienced and great lovers. Sometimes that's just not true. I've come to learn that an older guy can be lousy in the sack, or maybe just not click with you for some reason.

But Pat lived up to the fantasy I had. Dude was an amazing kisser. He took his time, making out with me on the couch, talking some between the kisses. Not too much, but feeling me out, letting me talking about my desires, and complimenting me in the process. He didn't rush things, and he'd actually slow me down when I tried to. It was a simple correction, but it made the kissing feel so good. Him teaching me how to enjoy being with a man.

He ran his hand underneath the hem of my T-shirt, tracing along the ridges of my abs. "Nice," he purred, gnawing at the spot under my ear.

"OK if I undo your shirt?" I asked. He was wearing a button down, almost preppy looking. It was silly to ask I suppose, but I'd felt silently admonished for rushing things earlier.

Pat grinned. "Have at it, buddy."

Excitedly I reached up and undid his next to top button, then another. I stopped there, wanting to take my time. I eased my fingers beneath the opening and felt the warm hairy chest, firm and muscular but in a middle-aged kind of way. "So hot," I growled. "Perfect."

Pat's hand wandered up higher on my belly, sending goosebumps along my flesh. He knew what he was doing and he made it seem effortless. "Just so you know, I'm getting out of a messy divorce. So just looking for a little fun. Is that OK with you buddy?"

I nodded. I guess he could read my intense attraction and was concerned I was going to crush out on him. "Um, yeah," I replied. We kissed softly. He had a grin on his face. "This feels amazing," I said.

"It's not your first time is it?"

"No," I replied deciding to undo another button. His stomach was hairier than his chest, which excited me. "But you make the other guys seem like amateurs."

Pat liked that response, a lot. "Arms up, buddy," he ordered and I did so he could peel my T-shirt off. I quickly undid the rest of his buttons, watching excitedly as the shirt flaps opened to show off his mid-section padding. He had a fuller stomach than his online picture and I was very excited by the rounder girth. His muscle was solid, for sure, but his advertised 220 was probably closer to 230, with that extra 10 forming a nice combination of soft-firm beneath my touch as I explored his midsection.

"God you're perfect," I repeated. I finally removed my hand from his furry gut as he started to lean forward.

Pat removed his shoes and socks and undid his belt. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" he asked.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," I breathed. I was feeling nervous but weirdly confident too, if that makes sense. Being with an older man, particularly one with a body like Pat's, made me feel like I was truly having sex for the first time.

I watched excitedly as the jeans and then the briefs came down. Pat's genitals were exactly as advertised, and the pictures didn't lie. The man wasn't hung very long, but his cock was thick, thicker than average and the chunky tool just somehow looked right on his ex-jock frame. The prick stood up rigid like a railroad spike. The divorced man was turned on.

I followed suit and though I felt my body paled in comparison to his, I got off on the way he looked at me. I don't know if Pat had a thing for college guys or just younger guys in general, but I felt a wave of confidence as I stood before him naked and erect and stepped up to meet him in a kiss. His hard muscle and softer bulk both felt amazing against my trimmer body as we made out and rubbed cocks.

With a grin, Pat broke the kiss and started walking me backward. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom, buddy?" he asked.

I nodded excitedly.

Pat had a nice place, but it had a new, not-yet-lived in feel of a house of a divorced guy. But his king bed felt incredibly soft and comfortable compared to my dorm mattress, and it was a thrill to be in this coach's bedroom as he climbed onto the bed after me and climbed right on top of my reclining body.

That next kiss felt even more electric than the ones before. I didn't even know Pat's last name or really anything about him, but his body and masculine presence on top of me excited me beyond belief. Whether he was the romantic type or not, he seemed to love kissing and making out and taking the slow approach to sex. That worked for me, only his slow writhing against my body was starting to get me off, far too quickly.

I tried to stop my orgasm, but as I clenched Pat's hips urgently to signal him to stop thrusting against me, the man took that as a signal of desire and he writhed more steadily against me. That did it. I came. My fooling-around handjobs and BJs up to that point didn't compare to the incredible cum I had, spurting my warm seed between our naked bodies.

It took Pat by surprise and he broke the kiss suddenly and leaned up, looking down at me. "Whoa... you must have been pretty worked up, buddy," he said.

I felt embarrassed to have no self-control around this man. "Yeah, sorry Pat," I muttered feeling even younger and more inexperienced than I was.

The ex-jock kind of rolled off to the side so he could examine my sperm. It coated both of our stomachs, and I loved seeing how the white liquid matted down his belly fur, but the brunt of my load was on my body.

Pat took in the sight and then leaned down and started licking off my cum with long wide swipes of his tongue. He muttered excitedly at my flavor then it was my turn to moan as Pat came up and kissed me deeply, sharing my sperm as our tongues passed back and forth. It was an incredibly hot experience.

Pat thought so too and was now getting worked up. He looked up at me as he started stroking his dick. "I gotta get off too, Jase..." he announced.

I touched his forearm, not stopping his stroking but signaling him to pause. "I can go again," I said. "I'm pretty turned on right now." It was true, my erection hadn't gone down in the slightest and I felt like I could go again, only without that out-of-control urgency as before.

He liked that response. His expression curled into a smile. "Yeah, buddy? I forget what it's like to be 19," he chuckled. I watched his magnificent bulky body twist as he reached back to grab some lube. Pat popped the cap and squirted a good deal on his fingers.

He met me in another kiss just as his hand reached down to start applying the liquid to my hole. He'd mentioned in our chat that he loved fucking, and while I'd replied "that's hot," we hadn't discussed the specifics of how our hookup was going to go down. I had a pretty good idea now.

I was cherry when it came to anal, but very eager for that to change. Pat seemed appreciative of my tight hole as he worked it open with one, two, and then three fingers as we made out. He damn well knew what he was doing. Those fingers prodding me slowly and steadily, working me open.... it felt intense but in a wonderful way.

Finally he knelt up and got into place, putting my legs on his strong shoulders. Looking up I remarked how from the sternum up his muscle was big and well-defined, a total ex-jock build. I was starting to think football, he was that big and strong, and my guess was that Pat was a college football player who'd kept up dedicated time in the gym in the 25 plus years since graduation.

Below his chest, Pat had the gut of a man who'd let himself go to seed, or at least let his body do what men's bodies naturally want to do with age. And I was completely turned on by the result. Just looking down at that ex-jock belly made my virgin hole open up and allowed Pat's thick, wet prick to push in.

I was getting my cherry popped in a big way. Maybe it wasn't Jeff Carson doing the honors, but in every other way Pat, whose last name I didn't know, was my fantasy first. He bored in ever so slowly and about two inches in, I winced, feeling my innards tightening up.

The man paused, concerned. "You've done this before right?"

I shook my head no.

"But you said..." He'd misunderstood me before.

"I've had sex a few times, but you're the first to fuck me," I explained.

He looked down a little contrite and ran his hands up and down my smoother body. "We don't gotta buddy."

I held on to his midsection. "I want this," I said. "Bad. Just go slow."

He nodded. "You got it," he smiled. "Only I may fire off any time. Your ass is so tight." And with that he leaned down and met me in a soft kiss that made my body come alive.

If Pat was skilled before, he got even better. Patient in working me open as we made out and I felt up his bigger body. Then, something clicked and I just wanted him. I wanted every fat inch of that magnificent coach cock. I didn't have to wait. As my ass unclenched, Pat fed it to me, in a slow, steady push. Right all the way in, balls deep.

He grunted into my mouth, then broke the kiss.

"Popped your cherry, kid," he growled with a grin.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed, from both the physical sensation and the emotional intensity.

"You like that?" the man grinned, turned on by how excited I was. He gave a slow, shallow pump into me, then again. Not a hard fuck, but I felt it.

"Yes... fuck me Pat," I grunted, feeling all the pleasurable sensations in my body focused in my asshole. His hips pulled out more with each stroke now, and my prostate was singing. "Jesus... this feels so incredible," I said. My hands were back at his body now, every inch I could touch and feel as this man delivered an incredible virgin-busting fuck.

He nodded. "Your ass is incredible too, Jase... tightest I've ever been in."

His words made my hole clench and flutter against his pistoning dick. I wasn't even trying to do anything special, it was just my body's involuntary response. But it egged the coach on.

"Oh FUCK yeah! Milk my cock, buddy... just like that!" He humped more urgently into me, carried away by the sensations on his dick and given the green light now.

For the next minute, I lay there and took it. A master cocking that was fast and hard. I thought of touching my dick, but I didn't want to fire out too soon again. Pat deserved to get off in my ass, and I wasn't going to cut off his opportunity.

Turns out, I didn't have to worry. As the man leaned forward and claimed another deep kiss, the shift in angle mashed my dick right against his heaving thickset belly. That began to trigger my orgasm, right in synch with Pat's own deep cum. Together, on his king sized bed, we gave it up, spurting our loads.

The gruff man had a goofy grin as he dismounted and our bodies parted. He looked down at his spent, slick cock and the renewed frothy wetness on his stomach. "I was gonna ask if it was OK for you, but I guess I got my answer already," he said.

I lay back, feeling fully and completely satisfied and smiled up at him. "My only worry is that you spoiled me for other men. That was incredible," I said.

That gave him a proud, almost cocky expression. He gave my hip a gentle, affectionate pat and then got off the bed. "Here.... let's clean up." He grabbed my hand and helped pull me to my feet as well.

We showered together and Pat was especially affectionate as we slowly soaped each other's body and made out underneath the warm spray.

I did see a slightly concerned look as we toweled off.

"Don't worry," I said. "I know you're not looking to date. I'm just happy we did that. It's made my year."

That seemed to relax the big man, who took my towel from my and started drying me off. It was a simple, affectionate, yet very sexy action and gave me another boner.

"I can't believe you're getting hard again," Pat laughed.

"Can't help it," I said. "You're the sexiest man ever."

Pat grinned and gave me another peck. "Listen... you're right, I'm not looking to date. But if you want to stay over... maybe we can have a repeat when I recover a little."

"Sounds awesome," I said, taking my towel and using it to rub his body dry. I could never get enough of seeing the way the beefy mass looked against the white terry cloth.

My action made Pat smile. "You really were cherry just now, weren't you?"

That caught me by surprise. "Do guys lie about that?"

"You'd be surprised," Pat replied. "But you're the real deal... it was very hot breaking you in."

"It was hot for me, too," I assured him. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time." It was true. I later talked to some of my gay friends, who had very different first time experiences. I was lucky.

Pat and I snuggled in his bed and watched some dumb TV and talked some and eventually I felt his hardon come back to life as we made out. The man mounted me for a second time and while it lacked the sheer intensity of the first, we both relished the additional staying power that allowed for a solid 15 minute fuck. I'd be sore the next day for sure, but then I never wanted this to end.

After Pat dropped me off the next morning - after a mutual BJ session and some well-earned breakfast - I logged on immediately and tracked down the webpage for the football team.

Sure enough, Pat was the linebacker assistant coach at my college.

#drakestories

[acingthistest]

Prinxiety Week: That's How You Know

Prompt 1: Movie Night

tags@prinxietyweek

summary: Virgil and Roman had been sat in the living room for a couple hours. Tonight was their movie night; it was a way to bond with each other. They’d been doing it for a while now.

TW: none :D (though please notifiy me if I need to add anything)

Characters: Virgil, Roman, and Patton (who's only briefly mentioned)

I wrote this intending it to be romantic, but I think it can be read as platonic Prinxiety as well

It was shortly after Virgil’s acceptance when they had started. Roman wanted to try and get to know him better. Though he didn’t have much to go off of in regard to an activity they could do together. He knew that he liked Disney, which was a surprise to Roman initially. So, one-night, Roman asked Virgil if he wanted to join him to watch some Disney movies. It took a lot to convince him, until eventually, with some assistance from Patton, Virgil had finally given in.

“If I say yes this time, will you leave me alone.”

“I promise, though I’d doubt you’d want that.”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to stop.” Virgil had said, rolling his eyes.

It had been awkward at first. Neither of them had been saying anything, and while that would be basic etiquette for movie watching, the silence was rather uncomfortable. Until one off hand comment turned into another, resulting in a mini debate with the two as the movie played in the background. It was nice sharing opinions on each subject. To see things from a different perspective. Even if one of them was all dream-like and fantasy filled, while the other was dark and pessimistic. Yes, they disagreed on most things, but the times where they both already had the same opinion were almost magical. Finding out they shared a common observation was wonderful since they had already expected the other’s counter argument. From that point on, they decided to do this at least once about every 3 weeks.

They were now currently in the middle of “Enchanted”, both dressed casually Roman comfortably laid up against Virgil, while Virgil messed with his hair. Roman didn’t mind though, even if it was messing up his good hair day. Every day was a good hair day in his books.

“He is so you coated, and I hate that I know it.” Virgil remarked, staring at the screen. He was referring to the movie’s resident prince character, Edward.

“He is your standard Disney prince, so it makes sense why you get that vibe.” Roman chuckled, his brand was adjacent to a Disney prince. In the words of Logan, it was a reasonable conclusion or something like that.

“But I think it should the other way around?”

Virgil began to braid a small section of Roman’s hair, rather than just running his hand through it, as their conversation carried on.

“Eh, I’m around you more often. It feels right to say it this way.”

“Well I appreciate your company.” Roman spoke softly. Reaching to the nearby bowl of popcorn they’d brought over.

“You better, you’re the one who asked me to be here the first time.”

Roman gasped at the shift of tone in the room. Though he honestly shouldn’t have been surprised.

“You’re the one who asked if we could continue movie nights!”

They had taken a break due to the events that had occurred as of recently. Some things became a little much.

“You didn’t have to say yes.” Virgil scoffed.

“But I did want to continue these.”

“Then stop complaining. You got what you wanted.”

Roman turned his head up to look at Virgil.

“I guess I brought this upon myself.” He stated, smiling as he readjusted himself.

“Stop moving, you’re gonna mess me up.” Virgil uttered. Roman obliged and refocused his attention on the movie. Virgil tied the two braids he had made together. Just one last finishing touch he thought to himself. Virgil tried to be discreet adding it in.

“Not bad if I do say so myself.” He admitted aloud, grabbing Roman’s attention away from the movie.

“Wait lemme see.” Roman summoned a mirror in his hand. He stared at his reflection, seeing what Virgil had done. Two neatly done braids adorned with mini stars in them.

“Where did you get these?” Roman asked, turning to face Virgil and pointing to the stars in his hair.

“A master never reveals their secrets.” He answered with a wink.

“The suspense is going to kill me from the inside, oh no!” Roman said sarcastically. They both laughed at the statement and continued to watch the movie. When Patton entered the living room in the morning, he walked in to see a sleeping Roman while Virgil was scrolling on his phone. Virgil waved to Patton as he let out a small squeal of delight.

#prinxietyweek2023 #sanders sides fanfiction #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #i rushed this and it shows

[nightmare-catguy]

Johnny’s sexual escapade chapters (1) are a bit grating, however, Johnny isn’t really a super reliable narrator here. There’s some stuff he says I believe, and other things I don’t. He fucks every girl he comes into contact with, to the point where a woman entering the story, it’s pretty predictable what happens next. But then again, I don’t know. If he lies about sex, wouldn’t he lie about Thumper? Is she so Godly to him, he can’t even imagine being on her level? But thats not true really, he’s had dreams about her that are the usual flair of Johnny Horny. I guess what I find is that, there is no sanctuary for Truant.

Johnny Truant openly tells us a few times he’s a liar though, he does so very casually, opening up about his fantastical stories. At the same time he can be very honest, but only to an extent. I think to protect himself. The story of his chipped tooth is dark, and yes in some ways detailed, but not as detailed as Johnny can get. (2)

Sex is something that can take your mind off of things, especially if your stress response is “I need to get laid.” Sex is a comfort (3), even if its momentary. Pleasure, women, drugs— He burried himself in this shit. To the point of access. To the point where I question his point of view.

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1. I don’t think they’re chapters, but I don’t know what else to call them.

2. Garry Callough, “The Truth of Truant,” The New York Times, August 13th, 2003, section 23.

3. Personally I try to use sex as a way to evade my fears as well. But funnily enough I find myself often in Johnny’s shoes. I don’t think I’m as bad as he is though. I’m reading through House of Leaves at a stupid speed (i’m around 400 pages in) It’s been around 3 days since I started, I didn’t expect it to hook me so well. So needless to say I’ve kinda been lost on the sauce. A quiet treck down the stairs at night has my hair standing on end. The Navidson Record is a super cool story, but it sure does sneak up on you. It’s creepiness. Kind of like how I felt about Skinamarink, which is why I wanted to read this book. But despite trying to slip into the comfort of my boyfriend’s face. His body, especially the fantasy of it. Loose myself in a bit, so I could take comfort in the idea of his presence. I glanced over my shoulder to the black closet that stood behind me. I had a dim lamp on, I guess its light only punctured the closet’s entrance but the rest of it. Just pitch black, no wonder people think monsters live in places like that.

It had such a presence to me.

I looked away, I’m not really scared of the dark. I often feel through it in the night for a glass of water, my house is familiar to me y’know? But what if it suddenly wasn’t? I mean in some ways its changed quite a bit since I came back from college. My closet especially, mom renovated it. It looks nice but it smelled foreign for awhile. It had a unpleasant sort of sour scent. The wood was stained and hadn’t really properly dried yet, so the smell just stuck to everything including my clothes. I think my mom found the scent pleasant but it made my closet supremely more alien. So now there it is, my sour smelling closet giving me the stink eye.

No not really, it’s more akin to a hollowed out eye socket when it gets that dark.

#thoughts #house of leaves #johnny truant #the navidson record #im semi shit posting #but i like the wroting style of house of leaves lol #im being a goober sorry not sorry. #my closet really did weird me out after this book tho #5 minute closet beuh.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 62

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“Call us when you’re ready~” Marvin sang as he walked off with Phantom, Henrik, and Mad. 

“I’m still confused about what store we’re going to,” Mad said as he took a couple of faster steps to match Phantom’s and was soon able to walk casually again. 

“I swear if you are taking us where I think you are taking us, I am turning right back around,” Henrik said to Marvin. 

“Don’t act like you’re not wanting to check it out. I’ve heard you and Edward before; you two are definitely not shy~” Marvin teased. 

“One time-”

“It’s been more than once, honey.” 

“You have-” Henrik’s scolding stopped when some teenagers started walking past them. “I am so giving you hell when we are home.” 

“Only if you’re rough with me~” Marvin winked and then closed his eyes when Henrik flicked his forehead. 

“I thought being with Chase would have calmed that, but I swear you are worse.” Henrik huffed. 

“Bicker later, we’re here.” Phantom tugged on Marvin’s arm, dragging Mad and him into the shop which in turn dragged Henrik in as well. 

“Those are fun mugs.” Mad strayed off when Phantom let him go. 

“Shocking that’s the first thing he notices.” Marvin chuckled. 

“It is in the back, is it not?” Henrik asked with a sigh. 

“He’ll get back there eventually, let him slowly merge in.” Phantom laughed and walked straight to the more…adult section of the store. 

Mad looked through the collection of mugs hanging on the wall, all with pictures and images and he was beginning to recognize. He was so thankful for the others, how they were all so excited and willing to help him learn and catch up on everything he was behind on. Mad realized this was the happiest he’d ever been in his life, surrounded by people who liked him and were understanding. 

He was cared for, he was loved, and he had everything he thought for the longest time would only ever be a dream for him. A hopeless fantasy that he was now living fully. 

“They have wallets too,” Mad said to himself. “And hats and…” He stopped and hummed when he saw the little glass cup. “Shot glasses?” Mad shrugged and continued, unaware that he was getting deeper and deeper into the store. “Oh! Mare has a few chains like these.” He giggled at seeing the accessory, remembering Mare telling him about when he was a teenager and would have one on him all the time. “Candy?” Mad went over to the display to get a better look and he stiffened when he noticed the shape of the suckers. “Oh!” 

“He found it!” Marvin called over to Phantom with a laugh. 

“Are they…are they supposed to be…like that?” Mad asked when Marvin joined him. 

“Like dicks?” Marvin asked and got a head nod. “Yep.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s fun.” 

“Okay?” Mad just blinked a few times and walked with Marvin. “Oh, wow, that’s an outfit.” He said, seeing some of the sets of clothing hanging. “There’s not a lot there and whatever there is, it’s all lace.” 

“That’s the goal.” Marvin went to one of the outfits and felt the fabric humming and shaking his head. He knew Mad would not like how that felt. 

“The goal is to wear clothes that doesn’t cover most of you?” Mad asked and then noticed Marvin had several outfits draped across his arm.

“It’s lingerie. It’s to make you feel good and excite your partner.” Marvin explained, going to another outfit and feeling it, nodding this time. 

“To get them aroused?” Mad swallowed and felt his face going warm at the thought of wearing one of those outfits. 

“Exactly.” Marvin picked up one of the sets, a purple one with a very soft lace, and he held it up to Mad’s body. “What do you think?” 

“It’s…” Mad just started giggling, and his face flushed even deeper. 

“You’re getting this one.” Marvin chuckled and had it join the others he held. 

“Do you think Jackie would lose his mind with this?” Phantom showed Marvin a box he held. Mad looked at it and quickly turned away. 

“He would. Get two.” Marvin and Phantom both laughed at his comment. 

“Have they talked you into anything yet?” Henrik asked Mad with a chuckle. 

“You bought something?” Mad said when he saw the bag in Henrik’s hand. 

“You did~?” Marvin half-sang. “What did you get~?”

“None of your concern,” Henrik stated. 

“But Hen!” Marvin exaggerated his whine. 

“Nope.” 

“At least tell me if it’s clothes or a toy.”

“No.” 

“Hen!” 

“I am going to sit on the bench out there and wait for you all to finish,” Henrik stated and walked off. 

“Boo.” Marvin stuck his tongue out.

“We’ll sneak a peek later,” Phantom said with an almost wicked grin. 

“I’m going to go out there as well. I want to look more at that big candy display.” Mad pointed, showing there was a large circular table with two layers of candy machines right next to the bench Henrik was sitting on. 

“Gotcha, don’t worry about your outfit, I’ll cover it, and me and Phantom will be out later,” Marvin said. 

“Sounds good.” Mad flashed a smile and walked out of the store. He waved to Henrik and pointed to the candy machines to let him know where he was headed. Henrik gave a thumbs up before taking his phone out to check some notifications. 

Mad walked around the candy machines, seeing the colors and reading the signs telling him what each treat was. He ended up behind it, hidden from Henrik’s view as he stopped at the jawbreaker machine. Mad got his wallet out, found just enough change, and got himself one of the jawbreakers. He happily unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, heading off for a trashcan and perking up when he saw a store that was selling Pokemon plushies. 

He had to get one for himself and Mare. 

Without thinking it through, Mad went into the store, getting him out of everyone’s sight, and adored the sight of all of the plushies. They all looked so soft and huggable. He found a Flareon first, remembering that Mare had said he was a lot like this one. Mad hugged the plushie to his chest as he continued looking around, not seeing the other person who came into the store with him. 

“There it is!” Mad chirped and grabbed the Gengar plushie, knowing that one was Mare’s favorite. “Perfect!” He continued talking to himself before heading to the counter to buy the merchandise. Someone had stepped up behind him, and Mad assumed they had gotten in line to buy whatever they had chosen. 

“Find everything you wanted?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Yes! Thank you.” Mad was practically buzzing. Mare was going to love his find. 

“Will that be cash or card?”

“Card.” Someone else spoke for Mad, and the voice sent a cold shiver down his spine. “Here you go.” Mad’s body trembled as the voice became clearer, making it impossible to deny it. He couldn’t move anything aside from his eyes as he watched a hand reach around him, holding a credit card, and the name on it had Mad wanting to vomit.

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes

[miastideclock]

a year with bang chan, "march 2nd"

word count: 680 warnings: not edited notes: really sorry about this being a month late

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. museum. morning.

“do you have your tickets ready?” a lady clad in a sophisticated uniform asked you and your boyfriend as you stood in line.

you found yourself outside the museum of natural history, looking up at the massive glass building. you had been here a few times before, but it seemed you always visited at the wrong times, sections being closed off or renovated. this time however, you had looked up beforehand when the botanical garden would be open so you could time it right. chan was as usual more than happy to accompany you to your adventures of your fascination.

“sure, here you go.” you smiled at the woman and showed her the two tickets you had ready in your phone. she gave you a nod, then gestured for you to pass through the door that lead into the museum. “so, we look around inside for a bit, then go out to the botanical gardens when the sun has fully risen? it was a bit cold out still.” you suggested, chan nodding along as he thought it was a great idea.

you quickly found the first exhibit in a massive room filled with glass cages of ancient artifacts, informational plaques, and huge replicas of what once used to be.

“the fact that something that big walked the same earth as us is beyond me.” chan spoke as he looked at a model of a dinosaur that was six to seven times taller than the both of you.

“brachiosaurus stood 12 meters tall and 23 meters long.” you read from the text written on the wall next to the massive creature. “and it was technically not that long ago either, in the grand scheme of things.” you quickly added as you looked further down on the information on the dinosaur. ”considering the planet is 4.3 billion years old, and these fuckers lived 145 million years ago.. that’s only like three percent of the worlds existence.”

“nope, no, nah, absolutely not, you got me spiralling, we have to move onto something else.” chan cut you off, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you away from the late jurassic period. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his actions, but let him steer you around nonetheless.

you roamed the different exhibits for a while longer until you decided to leave for the gardens. as soon as you made your way out on the grand steps that lead down and into the gardens, you felt your breath get knocked out of you. the sight before you was one pulled out of a movie, and you instantly felt the need to wear a long, flowy dress and run barefoot through the hedges. smell the flowers, look at the fish in the pond, and just dance around like the main character in your own fantasy.

“this is stunning.” you breathed out, not moving as you took it all in. chan grinned at your reaction and took a step towards you so we was now behind you. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your skin.

“let’s go.” he whispered into the crook of your neck, then let you go. he started walking down the marble staircase that lead down to the grass, but soon noticed you weren’t behind him. he turned around to see you in the exact spot he left you in, chuckling as he looked at you. he reached his hand out for you to grab, even though you couldn’t reach it without stepping forwards.

“you look like a prince.” you grinned. he was dressed in business casual attire, his hair not in any headwear for once, and the way he held out for you made him look like the main love interest in the fantasy you had built in your head.

“as long as you’re my princess.” he smiled back at you, it being enough for you to move your feet and grab his hand as he lead you down the stairs and into the botanical garden.

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop one shot #kpop requests #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids one shots #stray kids requests #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #bang chan #dating bang chan #what it would be like to date bang chan #stray kids bang chan #stray kids chan #skz bang chan #bang chan drabbles #bang chan imagines #a year with bang chan

[sleepsentry]

I saw your “Muse” rendition of Bill and Ford for the first time a few months ago and it’s had a chokehold on me ever since. I fuckin LOVE your style I love how organic and, like, round(????) everything is,, I love your colors I love they way you draw the way faces pull and smush with expression I love just scrolling through your acct

Thank you! That "roundess" you're talking about is probably a product of me growing up with French/Belgian comics from the 1960s to 1990s (they where my dad's and grandparent's).

I loved how animated everything looked and I would try and incorporate some of that dynamism into my art.

Thanks for leaving a message! I'm very glad some of my stylistic inspiration is visibly paying off. :]

Feel free to skip the info dump below.

INFO DUMP:

They have a very dynamic and exaggerated style that is used in serious or silly tones very effectively. It works well for both and I always appreciated the more flexible attitude to tone and contents that they had, it didn't feel as sectioned into demographics as American or British stories often where.

There was no "child" or "adult" style, at least not as obviously. There where stylistic differences and tonal differences, but not as strict. Obviously I wasn't reading the stories with war and death and guns in them, there was a "kids section".

There are a lot of different series out there, but I mostly read the older ones we already owned.

There where a few series from the 2000s we had issues of but most of the "modern" comics I read where from old comic magazine issues from the early 2000s to the early to mid 2010s.

I grew up on a lot of the "classic" series:

My dad and grandparent's tastes clearly preferred the more comedic or light-hearted stories.

There where more serious stories, that where very Indiana Jones, Lupin the III, James Bonde, and other cis/hetero/male power fantasies.

Globe trotting, paternal colonial undertones, two French guys in the 70s to 90s writing about very serious issues as the backdrop of their stories.... you get the idea. --r----a----c-----i-----s-----t----

[OK so I've tried making this post ten times now and it's not been saving to my drafts. The only reason I can think of is me mentioning the "dated" elements of the older stories in their "less than kind depictions of women and minorities." Yep, changed the wording and it saved just fine. :/]

These stories where predictably shitty in that sense, in a very casual way, rather than being incredibly hateful or loud about it. An alternative flavour of horrible?

Lots of inaccurate and harmful caricatures.

On a completely different note:

If these stories where more well known in America this Z guy would be a tumblr sexy man.

And Gaston LaGaffe would be a tumblr sillyman: He's very cute. ^^

Neurodivergent King. :]

First character that made me understand what a "man" was, in a way that made sense to me.

#asks and answers #depuis #spirou #gaston lagaffe #marsupilami #not art

[97-liners]

hiiii congrats on 2k!! deserved 👏👏👏 love how you play with language and set the mood and write dialogues ^^

for my request: sensory prompt 63. indigo skies before dawn + supernatural!vernon or maybe royalty, up to u :D

63. indigo skies before dawn | supernatural/fantasy au | this is a teen drama wrapped in a modern fantasy setting

HI IM GARBAGE. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for WELL OVER half a year now and i’ve been feeling so guilty that i can’t just bring myself to finish it. so i’m absolving myself of my sins (a lie) and just posting my unfinished draft. FORGIVE ME 😭😭😭😭

words: 3.8k; progress: ~25%

Hansol always makes it feel so easy.

Tonight, he comes into the convenience store just before 3am, dressed in a denim jacket pulled over a plain gray hoody and gray sweats. With a wave of a hand, he tugs one of his earbuds out and greets you with a casual “‘sup?”

“Hi Vernon,” you grin at him from behind the register. “Staying up late again?”

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly as he grabs a triangle kimbap and a can of peach soda from the refrigerated section, “I have a big project due tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow and begin to check him out at the register. “Should you be working on that?”

Hansol shrugs. “Yeah, but I’d rather hang out with you for a while.”

“Fine then.” You grin and lean forward, resting your chin on one hand. At this time of night, the street is empty and silent and the washed-out bright glow flooding the convenience store is beginning to make your eyes hurt. “What are you working on these days? Did you finish that song from last week?”

Hansol offers you one of his earbuds, tilting his head in a silent nod for you to listen. You lean across the counter and take it, and you wait for the music to start.

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.

.

The first time you meet Hansol, it’s nearly midnight and you’re the only person working. The convenience store is nestled in a quiet human residential area on the edge of the city, an area that gets nearly no traffic in the small hours of night save for the occasional tipsy businessman smelling of soju and grilled meat, stumbling in for a bottle of water and some hangover relief drink mix before returning home.

That night, Hansol comes in and you watch, tired and bored, as he saunters through the automatic sliding doors in his ripped jeans and leather jacket, a cap tugged low over his eyes.

Of course you recognize him. You’re not stupid, after all, or totally out of the loop despite the stereotypes. You’d have to be totally dense not to recognize Choi Hansol. Even if he hasn’t been in the public eye for years, you still remember what his face looked like, bright and innocent, just a child standing on a balcony in front of millions. You know who he is, but you don’t react, simply because you’re too tired and self-absorbed in your own internal turmoil to.

You watch, disinterested, as he wanders up and down the aisles and grabs various snacks and junk food, bobbing his head to whatever music is being piped through his headphones. When he gets to the counter with his instant ramen and peach yogurt, he tugs off his headphones and lets them hang around his neck and looks up at you, almost cautiously.

“Will that be all for you tonight?” You keep your expression neutral and your face blank, and Hansol nearly breathes a sigh of relief. He’s so obvious, you can’t help but to think that it’s kind of cute.

“Yeah,” he says, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “Can you heat up the ramen for me?”

That surprises you more than anything. Most customers use the attached charm on the underside of the lid to heat up their ramen. Maybe the rumors are true– you remember the gossip back when he had stepped down and passed the crown to his younger sister. Apparently, he’s a dud, you remember one of the city vampires, Jeonghan, telling you when he had visited your sire. Jihoon doesn’t really care for mortal business, so naturally you had been out of the loop, only informed when Jeonghan had visited from the city with new clothes and the latest model of cell phone for you. You remember thinking that it was an unnecessarily cruel thing to say about a teenager, but then again, you had been too wrapped up in your bloodlust and still barely-controlled violent urges to really care much about human drama.

“Sure thing,” you say to Hansol, still not letting anything show on your face. You open the ramen package and turn around to fill it with cold water from the dispenser behind the counter, and then you close the paper lid and fold the tab over the lip of the styrofoam bowl. With a press of your hand against the lid, the charm activates and a few seconds later, the water is bubbling and the bowl is steaming. “Be careful,” you warn, placing the ramen on the counter in front of Hansol. He pays with his cell phone and takes his food, bringing it with him to the counter by the window.

Hansol settles on one of the stools and turns to face you as he waits for his ramen to finish cooking. “Are you new to the city?”

You had just settled back down in your book, so it takes you a second ot realize that he had been talking to you. Slowly, you look up from the page you’re on and at Hansol, who watches you expectantly. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he says, “your accent. You sound like you’re from the country.” His heartbeat is relaxed and his face is open, curious. It doesn’t look like he has any ulterior motives, so even though it’s a little weird of him to strike up a personal conversation with the convenience store worker, you decide to indulge him.

“Yeah. I just moved here two weeks ago. My family moved here, and I wanted to be closer to them.” It’s not a lie– while you were still coming to terms with your new body, your brother baby brother had gone and grown up, graduated college, gotten married, and moved to Seoul. And when your parents found out that his wife was pregnant, they had moved to the city too. And by the time you were stable enough to rejoin society, although Jihoon had advised against it, you wanted to be there too. You’re one of the lucky ones– your parents had wanted you back, despite everything.

“Cool,” Hansol nods. “How are you adjusting?”

“It’s… overwhelming,” you admit, “I feel like I don’t belong. It’s big and noisy, but it’s lonely.” The other night, while you were trying to find a post office open 24 hours, you had accidentally touched a door handle plated in silver, clearly of an anti-Other establishment, and you’re still nursing the blisters on your fingertips. In your past life, you’re not sure it you ever even noticed the silver-plated doors everywhere.

Hansol nods again, sympathetically. The way he listens to you feels sincere in a way that not a lot of people do. “I bet. You’ll get used to it, though,” he says, offering a little smile. “The city’s like that in a weird way. It so big, and at first, you feel like you’ll never fit in, but you start leaving your imprint on the city, and the city molds to fit you. Everybody gets used to it eventually, the city makes sure of it.”

“You talk about Seoul like it’s alive,” you laugh.

“Isn’t it though?” He tilts his head inquisitively.

You pause, considering his words for a moment. The concrete and wires are still, but the bright headlights and masses of beings pulsing through the highways and squeezing in the subways and buses are more alive than anything else you’ve experienced before.

“I mean, you’re here, in this convenience store, checking people out and heating up ramen in the middle of the night,” he points out. “Right now, this little piece of Seoul is alive, because of you.”

You press your mouth into a tight line, lips suddenly feeing shaky. Hansol stares at you with those dark, sharp eyes, fidding with the plastic sleeve of the disposable chopsticks in his hands. You inhale slightly, just enough to fill your lungs with the air to say “that makes me feel better. Thank you.”

“Vernon,” he says, face breaking into a grin. It’s a ridiculous smile, with all three billion of his teeth, but it’s a good smile regardless. “I’m Vernon.”

Returning his smile, you repeat the name, testing it out in your mouth. “Vernon.”

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It’s just after the end of your shift and you’re walking home, headphones on, jacket slung loosely over your shoulders, listening to the kind of music that always reminds you what it feels like to be human. The night is cold, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, walking past buzzing orange streetlights and passing darkened windows. It’s 5 AM, and it’s just you and the moon. When you were younger, you used to savor these moments. It used to be a reprieve from the heat and noise of home, where you, your parents, and your brother were all cramped into the tight little flat, arguing and watching TV and listening to the radio and cooking and doing homework. But now, it just feels lonely. It makes you feel hollow, even as you sip at the little foil juice packet in your hand and let the metallic tang of blood flood your mouth.

You turn the corner to the little alley that the entrance to your apartment is on, and to your surprise, you see Hansol sitting on the steps leading up to the building across the street from yours. He’s looking down at his phone and is nursing a cigarette, a can of coke zero on the concrete by his feet.

“Vernon,” you say, half out of surprise, half because you’re just oddly glad to see him. “Do you live here?”

He looks up and as soon as he meets your eyes, he grins, a big goofy smile spreading across his face. “Oh, hey. Did you just get off work?”

You nod, and without waiting for an invitation, you toss your backpack to the ground and sit on the step next to him. Hansol wordlessly offers a cigarette, and you accept. Back when you had just been turned, you used to live on cigarettes because it would help to curb your uncontrollable thirst and calm you down from the bloodlust that new vampires are prone to. You’re less dependent on them these days, but it doesn’t hurt. Anything to feel human.

“I don’t live here, by the way,” he says, taking a nearly empty lighter from his pocket. You lean in to light the cigarette off the weak flame, and in the process, you catch a deep whiff of his scent, almost shuddering at how sweet and warm he smells. Like cinnamon and hot chocolate. Hansol goes on with his explanation, “my friend is a werewolf and asked me to wait here and let him in when he gets back.”

Your ears prick at the mention of another Other. Hansol still doesn’t know about you, but the casual way he mentions it makes you feel just a bit less nervous around him.

“You’re a really good friend, then,” you grin at him.

Hansol shrugs. “It’s just once a month, and his roommate is sick. Plus, he can’t pick up his keys and unlock the door with his wolfy paws and all.”

“I forgot it was the full moon,” you admit. “Probably should have been a bit more careful walking home from work,” you say, even though you’re fairly certain you have nothing to be afraid of save for bigots with wooden stakes.

“Nah, the wolves in this city are nothing to be afraid of,” he says, lifting his shoulders in a half-shrug. “There’s, like, three major packs here, and they all run a tight ship. Zero tolerance for anything that could get them in trouble and all.”

“Oh. That’s good to hear.” You wonder if there’s any other vampires your age in Seoul– the only other ones you know are open about their situation and well-established in the community, hundreds of years old. Jeonghan is nice to you, but it feels weird thinking of him as anything other than an elder.

“You live around here?”

“Yeah.” You point to the apartment across the narrow street. The metal gate is rusting and plastered over with old fliers. “That’s my apartment.”

“Nice,” Hansol nods. “It’s kind of a far walk from the convenience store.”

“I usually take the bus there,” you say. “And I don’t mind walking at night.”

“Hm,” Hansol tilts his head, like he’s thinking, as he ashes his cigarette. There’s a small tattoo on the shell of his ear, you notice. A simple protective charm. It’s roughly drawn, but clearly crafted by someone who loves him.

“Anyways, Did you watch the last episode of Reply 1999?”

Talking to Hansol is easy. It’s all mindless conversation that doesn’t mean anything, but it flows like water, and the way Hansol always makes eye contact with you makes you feel like he’s really listening to you.

Absentmindedly, you run your fingers along the scar on the back of your neck where your mother’s protective charm used to be, before it had been burned up by the curse.

“Wait.” You turn your head to the opening of the alleyway when that deep, creature part of you tugs at your attention and makes your skin prickle. You barely resist the instinct to extend your fangs at the intrusion, relaxing only when a large wolf steps into view and Hansol stands. The wolf pads down the street, regarding you suspiciously.

“Hey, hyung,” Hansol grins at the wolf. “This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Mingyu.”

My friend. His words echo in your mind. Friend. Hansol thinks you’re his friend. You let yourself dwell on it for just a moment, basking in the warmth of the word, before turning your attention back at the wolf, who still regards you cautiously, crouched like he’s getting ready to run. You narrow your eyes at him, trying your best to wordlessly tell him not to blow it for you. Be chill, you think, please.

“It’s okay,” Hansol says, “Y/N is nice.”

The wolf huffs, tossing his large head, but evidently trusts Hansol’s judgment, because he steps past you and starts pawing at the lock on the door.

“I gotta let him in,” Hansol tells you. “You should probably go to sleep too.”

You look up at the sky, which is beginning to lighten. In a few moments, the sun will be nudging at the horizon and turning the world yellow-orange, and then that bright endless blue that you can only see in your dreams and memories anymore. “Thanks for chatting, Vernon,” you say as you drop the cigarette on the ground and step on the butt to extinguish it. “I’ll see ya around.”

“Yeah,” he says as he sides the key into the lock and pushes open the gate to Mingyu’s apartment, “see ya!”

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(You're on the bus on the way to work when Jeonghan calls you.

"Are you busy?"

You glance out the window. "No, but I have 3 stops left before I get to work."

"Perfect, how much college did you finish before you were turned?"

"College?" You furrow your eyebrows. "One year, why?"

"Excellent," Jeonghan says, "do me a favor and write to your registrar to have those records released."

You huff out a short bark of laughter. "Jeonghan, what are you talking about?"

"I can get you into Seoul National University's undergraduate pre-law program. I know you're smart enough, and I'm fairly certain you'll be accepted to the law school easily."

"But--"

"It's a hybrid program," he continues, steamrolling on, "half online and half night classes, and I personally know that the law school makes special accommodations for Others. It's where I went, after all, for my second law degree a few years ago."

"Second?!"

"Yeah, turns out a JD earned in 1923 doesn't mean much in 2009." You can almost imagine the way Jeonghan flippantly waves his hand as he speaks. "Long story short, I'm getting tired of being one of seven vampire lawyers in this city, and I want you as my protege. Don't worry about tuition, I can foot the bill, easily. I have land investments I've been sitting on for over two hundred years. Society has changed too, you'd be surprised how well-received vampires are in higher education. A good handful of the most respected professors at SNU are vampires themselves."

You chew on your lip. The scar on the back of your neck prickles. "I don't know if I can do it, Jeonghan."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jeonghan sniffs. "Of course you can do it. You're brilliant, and I understand this is the path you would have likely taken if it weren't for the incident. Jihoon wouldn't have introduced me to you if he wasn't confident in your abilities, and I trust Jihoon's judgement."

Jeonghan's words hit you half a second later. "Jihoon was involved?”

"I'm always on the lookout for a bright young vampire, and he called me to visit you as soon as you were coherent enough to string two words together. Think of him a bit like a talent scout."

You hesitate, phone still held tightly to your ear.

“Jihoon may be prickly,” Jeonghan says, “but he’s a responsible sire. He doesn’t let any of his fledglings go into the world without sound prospects.”

You hold your breath, hand over your mouth, pressed tightly against your lips. Around you, the bus rattles on as it continues on its route, past restaurants and darkened salons and shuttered fruit stores. You sit still, feeling the city move past you.

“Think about it, Y/N. If you want to start this winter, I’ll need your information by the end of August.”

“Okay,” you respond numbly.

“And,” he adds, voice gentle, “remember, just because you’ve died once before doesn’t mean you have to stop living. You and I, we both feel, think, hope, and love, just as we did when we were human. We’re alive.”

Swallowing down a gasp, your fingertips dig into the soft, cold flesh of your cheek. Your chest feels hollow, where your heart used to beat.

“You have a right to be alive, to live, now, just as much as when you were human,” he finishes quietly.)

Nine hours later, you’re still mulling over the offer. You step out the back door of the convenience store at the end of your shift, Hansol is there waiting for you. He’s sitting on the curb with a bicycle next to him leaning against a lamppost, playing a mobile game on his phone.

You stop in your tracks.

The heavy metal door slams shut behind you and Hansol looks up at the noise. “Hey,” he says, putting down his phone, “hop on, I’ll give you a ride.”

You laugh a bit, a little incredulous. “You’ll give me a side on the back of your bike?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “It’s not a car or a motorcycle or anything cool like that, but I figure it’s better than walking. And anyways, the weather is nice and I like hanging out with you.”

“Oh.” Around the corner, you hear the chiming of the automatic door as a customer walks in. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “Are you getting on or what?”

“Yeah, sure.” You pull your tote bag to your front and carefully straddle the metal rack mounted on the bike, sitting so that your bag (holding your wallet, a cardigan, and two packs of blood) is nestled safely over your stomach.

“Sorry I don’t have a cushion or a real seat or anything,” Hansol says. He starts pedaling and the bicycle wobbles dangerously a few times, and you have to resist the urge to lean the opposite direction.

“Are you sure you know how to do this,” you laugh, leaning forward so that your chin is a breath away from his shoulder. You can’t see his face, but you know from the shape of his cheeks that he’s grinning.

“Yeah, I used to give my sister rides all the time.”

“And when was that?”

“When she was 10.”

“Well I think I’m heavier than a 10 year old.”

Hansol shrugs. “And I’m heavier than a 14 year old. And I’m stronger. And, it’s not that bad now that we’re moving, right?”

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“So,” Hansol says as he pedals you home, “I can’t pick you up tomorrow. I have a family thing.”

You almost laugh. As always, you’re perched on the wire rack on the back of his bike with his jacket folded under your butt to pad the metal. The edge of the sky is beginning to lighten and glow a dim gray blue. “It’s okay, the store is closed tomorrow for Coronation Day anyway.”

Nearly the whole city is shutting down tomorrow for the 20th anniversary celebrations for the king’s coronation. You think you have some idea of what Hansol will be doing tomorrow, but you’re not going to pry.

He doesn’t seem fazed at the mention of Coronation Day, though. “Oh, cool.”

"What are you gonna do then?"

You shrug even though you know he can't see it. "My sister in law had a baby a few weeks ago, so I think I'm going to buy some expensive fruit and visit my new nephew."

"Oh, cool, I love babies," Hansol says, "I wish I could read their mind."

"Tell me about it," you laugh. "I used to say that all the time when my brother was little."

"Oh, he's younger than you?"

You blink, realizing your mistake. Yes, at one point he was four years younger than you, and he will always be four years younger than you. But now he has lines at the corners of his eyes and a new gray hair every month. He's almost a decade older than you now. Or, at least, his body is.

[more here]

(You wonder if you should tell Hansol that you had dreamed about him the other night. It was daytime in your dream, and he was walking his bike beside you going down one of the thousands of spindly side-streets nestled in Seoul. You’ve never seen him in the sunlight, but you can imagine— the way his soft hair shines brown in the daylight, the way the light reflects gold in his eyes.)

((A few days ago, you had called Jihoon. The first call went to voicemail, actually, but the second call went through. Jeonghan tells you that Jihoon usually never replies to anyone’s calls, but he’ll always think twice before hanging up on his brood.

“What,” Jihoon’s gruff voice sounds over the phone.

The confession spills out before you can stop it. “I think I’m in love.”

There’s a long pause over the line, and then you hear Jihoon sigh. “Oh, YN. You know you can’t do that.”

You know. But maybe you had hoped that this would be different somehow, that Jihoon would have the answer for you, like a magic spell that fixes everything. After all, he had saved your life once before.

#haezysol #ask #97.yn #97.writings

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 19

Is This Hope Or Despair? Masterpost

Janus felt uneasy. Ash had been gone and once more, something the boy was doing more and more, longer and longer. All the whilst, he couldn't help but feel like the numerous secrets of the Seelie Queen were suffocating him, or was it Samael's weird family fantasy that was even more twisted as Sebastian's? Demons really weren't made to have families, if Lilith and Samael were anything to go by. He wanted to give Ash a place to belong, a place where he himself could belong, but how had living with Sebastian turnt out for Ash? Ash couldn't live in freedom with all these people trying to dictate his every move and plans. Hadn't that been his reason to join forces with the Queen in the first place? It was becoming clearer that whilst the Seelie Queen cared for Ash, they both thought differently about who should be in charge and who should have the cards. Whilst Janus would have given the world for Ash to rule, it seemed the Queen wasn't any less selfish as Sebastian and the Princes would certainly grab the world for themselves. It was growing difficult to remember why he was doing this, at this rate he was going to disappear more often and often himself, to get away, to catch glimpses of Clary and remember why he was in this political mess. If this was why Ash kept leaving, then honestly, Janus could not blame the boy.

Gwenneth was a goblin with a lot of information and intelligence unlike most of her kind, something she prided herself in regularly. She knew when the guards all gathered to report to the queen, she knew of the few guards that were left stationed and that only one would be stationed on the way to Jaime. The Shadowhunters planned according to the information they were given, and through Livvy they were given the validation that Gwenneth's route was true. All that was left was to kill the guard and get Jaime out before the report was over. The trio were following after her as she slipped to the garden entrance, careful not to be spotted by the guard stationed for lookout at the wall. Whilst Dru was focused, Ty and Kit each had their reasons for trailing off for a second every once in a while, the former being the sensory stimulation and the latter was just awed by its beauty. Kit honestly couldn't believe he had claim on all of this. It was too bizarre. Gwenneth signalled they were getting closer to the guard. Livvy tried to touch Ty out of reflex. "We're nearing the bathroom section. After that, it will only be a couple steps until you find a hidden staircase that leads to the dungeon." Ty nodded and Dru felt a tiny pang of annoyance that she was the one with the least information over here. The trio proceeded to go extra slow as Gwenneth marched forward with her casual pace. She looked at the Faerie guard and greeted him as a manner of distraction. Ty slowly crept behind him and just as the guard turnt around and looked him in the eye, Ty slashed his throat deeply with his dagger. As the guard slipped to the ground, the trio quickly followed after Gwenneth who indeed went down a hidden staircase. The group rushed to the dungeons and Gwenneth gestured in a direction, "Use one of your opening runes." Kit stood in front of the appointed cell, carefully drawing the opening rune. The cell door-a golden elaborate fence, Gwenneth went inside with the trio following after her. "Look at whom I brought to you, Jaime Rosales." The three looked at the gaunt Jaime, and Dru could feel her heart breaking in her chest as she saw him like that. He looked about a million time worse then when the Cohort had him. "Dru?" He asked bewildered. "We've come to save you Jaime." She said, going over to draw an opening rune on the golden blocks his chains were attached too. The shackles fell off, and Jaime felt such a big wave of relief that the tears were stinging in his eyes. Not having stood in a while, the strength in his legs felt gone at the moment, but Kit and Ty supported him from each side. "Now it's time to get the hell out of here."

#twp #the wicked powers #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunter chronicles #janus #tsc janus #jace herondale #ash morgenstern #seelie queen #dru blackthorn #jaime rosales #ty blackthorn #kit herondale #kit herongraystairs

[legendofzoodles]

LU Character Design Analysis 4

In case you haven’t seen the previous three posts yet, I’m doing this thing where I’m analysing and subsequently ranking all the designs of the chain in LU. I was going to do it 2 at a time, but I’ve got so much to say that I’m doing it one a time.

All the designs are really good, it was hard to come up with a decent ranking system that I was happy with and even harder to apply it. The numbers I scored them are subjective and any one of them can be debated.

And now for...

6th place: Time

Time is a hard character to design if you’re going to age him up and there are lots of ways to go about it, based on the life he’s led so far. That being said, I feel really bad about this placement because I like him, but let me try to explain my decision.

Pros: I love the concept of him being very different to how he was when he was younger. A lot of time has passed for him and a lot of things have happened to him. He isn’t the same person he was when he was a child.

His armour looks quite pretty. The colour placement is on point, with impressive looking golds on his shoulders, chest and lower waist, red accents throughout and the shiny silver taking centre stage. There’s even a bit of blue just below his collar bone to tie into his forehead marking, and I love the triforce and moon symbols on either side of that section. It’s a nice nod to the events of OoT and MM. The moon symbol is the one closer to his heart, meaning that he maybe reflects on that adventure more fondly and holds the good he did for Termina close to his heart.

His sword is held by a red ribbon connected to those two symbols. Which looks really nice and is something I haven’t seen before in other medieval style fantasy designs. I’m going to assume that tying it up was the best way Time could secure it to his back. It’s nice that even after going back in time, Time went out of his way to get that sword again. I like to think that this was just a benefit of him reconnecting with the Gorons like he did in OoT.

I love that his undershirt is a black almost skin tight semi turtleneck. It vastly contrasts his look in OoT, where the undershirt was white with a large collar. It reflects that he’s now a jaded experienced traveller who’s been through hell and despite willingly throwing himself into it over and over again because it’s the right thing to do, it’s wearing him down. He’s tired and deserves to rest but his heroic spirit (the will and power to act) won’t let him walk away from his duty. The fact that he doesn’t wear a flared collar now, but did when he was younger shows that he had an out, he could have stopped whenever he wanted, but chose to keep travelling. Now years later he’s in too deep and can’t quit.

He’s trapped.

I love the face markings and (possibly) missing eye, they allude to previous adventures we’ll never be clued into but can guess the outcome of. It gives Time an air of mystery to him, the feeling that there’s much more to him than what’s on the surface. Countless stories he could share but chooses to keep hidden from all but his wife.  

I’m glad that his Ocarina of Time isn’t strapped onto his waist by a thin piece of string. It’s too important and frankly too powerful to be treated like any old trinket and exposed in such a manner. It would be like Twilight having the horse calling charm Ilia gave him just casually hanging off his belt waiting to be damaged.

I also like that after all these years he kept the power gloves, likely going out of his way to find them after being sent back in time as they’re so useful, because they look great with the armour.

Quick confession: I’m an idiot. When I wrote the draft I thought the design was adapted almost exclusively from the Hero’s shade, which didn’t make sense to me because Time wasn’t even greying meaning that he was at most in his mid 30s and he hadn’t even had children yet and hadden developed the hidden skills and TL;DR I thought it was too early to start referencing Shade in his design. But references to Shade are only in the the fact that Time’s wearing a whole suit of armour, and the cloth hanging from his belt and face situation.

The major reference in Time’s design is actually the Fierce Deity. Which in hindsight should have been obvious from the face tattoos...uh...yeah.

It’s a sort of sun version of the moon inspired Fierce Deity suit- and I can’t believe I didn’t notice that before! His undertunic is a warm tan version of the Fierce Deity’s cool grey one, and the style of Time’s armour is virtually the same as the Fierce Deity’s, but with gold accents. Even the fact that Time has seemingly abandoned his fighting style of a single handed sword and shield to focus on a large two handed sword, may be because of an incident in his past. Perhaps Time’s still partly/unconsciously possessed by the Fierce Deity or somehow under its influence and now using a two-handed weapon feels more natural for him.

I might be the only one, but the fact that Time doesn’t use a sword and shield is a strange detail. If what I suggested is the reason why Time wields the Biggoron sword as his main weapon, then that’s some masterful use of subtext on Jojo’s part. But since it’s not come up, for now that’s just my little headcanon.

There are some key differences, like the triangle and moon symbols are moved and the blue beaded necklace becomes part of the armour in Time’s design. But anyway that’s what’s going on here, moving on.

Cons: I know I’m harping on almost every member of the chain who doesn’t wear armour saying that they should, and I just complimented the visuals of Time’s. But to be honest, this is too much for me. And this section is just me complaining about the functionality of it.

Don’t get me wrong, it makes sense to wear armour. Time like the others is a traveller who actively looks for trouble and danger, thus he needs to have some level of protection in the event that he gets ambushed by a pack of monsters. This is also a fantasy setting, so I can easily suspend my disbelief and pretend that running around for hours in chainmail and a few sparse armour pieces is a sensible and necessary thing to do.

But...a full set of bulky fancy looking armour just ain’t it chief. He’s already got a long sturdy chainmail tunic, but he’s also got on a heavy looking piece of armour that’s relatively fitted and goes from his collar bone to his lower waist. Why is he doing that to himself? Who cares if it’s magic when it looks this uncomfortable and restricting.

He’s not a soldier, and given all that he’s been through he’d arguably avoid being employed by the army, so why is he wearing more armour than Warriors? I like the idea of him picking up ancient and powerful pieces of armour from his numerous adventures, but please this is too much.

The colour placement is really good like I said, but it looks too decorative to be viable for combat- or even to be taken seriously. His armour comes with pecs that are outlined it gold, which is a little funny to me. The layered pieces on his midsection are probably there to help with mobility, but they look more cyberpunk than traditional and remember this is on top of chainmail, so I don’t think that’s going to be very effective for mobility.

Instead of the chestplate (if I can call it that) being rounded and smooth like TP darknut armour so that sword swings will bounce off it and disperse the force, it has all these crevices and parts that jut out. Meaning a well placed blow (like just above the gold waist thing) may not cut through the armour, but the impact over such a small area will hurt like hell. Also there’s no armour or chainmail on his upper arms and collar bone, and along with the black skin tight shirt makes those areas look horribly exposed.

The metal pieces on what I hope is a securely fastened belt (although it looks like it’s going to fall from the weight of those metal pieces) are fine enough. They are shaped in a way that will deflect sword strikes, protecting the major arteries in his thighs and other places. That codpiece is awkwardly placed under the torso armour, meaning there’s either a weird large gap there or it is shaped to fit the v shape. Forgive me please but I can’t accept any of this as serious travelling gear. It looks even more ceremonial and less spontaneous battle appropriate than Sky’s flimsy tunic and mondo white cape.

It’s a good thing Epona is too old to ride, because if Time tried to wearing all that he’d surely crush her.

And anyway, I’d argue that he’s not old enough to be able to get away with wearing a full set of armour. I can’t excuse this saying that he’s an old powerhouse and that can walk vast distances in all that armour because he’s done it a million times before, because it’s not like he’s 50.

Also, Time’s red ribbon is pretty and really unique, but it’s really impractical. The material has no padding and secures the weapon in a way that would mean all the weight is on his poor shoulders. I get why the ribbon is there, it would be a shame to put a brown belt across his torso and hide the details in the armour. But since he doesn’t have that belt like the other’s do he needs his weapon to be attached to his waist, that way the weight is distributed to other parts of the body so that the pressure isn’t only on the shoulders.

Wishlist: I wish the armour less extravagant, or at least if it looked more worn and made to look tampered with, like Time had adjusted it to make it more suitable for travel and his style of combat.

On one hand I like that he’s not wearing any green, as that’s the colour that symbolises the hero and he’s all but abandoned that title to reject being a pawn of destiny. But on the other hand he wouldn’t know that as to him the colour green would remind him of his childhood in Korkiri forest, a place near and dear to his heart. But on the other other hand, he would surely grow out of that longing eventually and try to move on from his childhood hangups.

But on the other other other hand I think that would happen maybe half a decade or so further into his life, like early to mid 40s. He’d start to rely more on armour as he ages, when his stamina and agility start to decline, to make up for his lack of mobility. And then stop wearing a tunic.

I’m sorry but I don’t have anything much to add here, which is awful seeing how much I’ve complained, but other than smoothing it out and breaking it up into more conventional chunks I really can’t see any other way to improve it. Putting him in armor was a good visual choice; I like the longer chainmail because it helps Time look older and more mature than the others, and I like the beige tunic because it still has flared sleeves like his old green one. Plus the outfit as a whole looks impressive and thus helps to visually show his authority over the others.

It’s not a bad design. Far from it, I think it’s great, I just also personally think it looks a little funny and impractical and it’s a little too early in Time’s life to start breaking out the armour and turning him into a stationary heavy highting type of fighter. Not when he has yet to develop the fast moving high skilled hidden skills...in fact he should be in the middle of creating them now. Right?

Also...didn’t know where else to put this but I’m just gonna say that I miss his ponytail. I wish he kept it, or better, if it was in a longish braid.

Score:

Aesthetic and visual score (/10): 7 Character representation score (/5): 4 Practicality score (/5): 3 Total (/20): 14

This one was so hard to place. I had a war with myself about how to judge his character design. Because on one hand it’s chock-full of symbolism and visual mysteries, but on the other hand I don’t like it nearly as much as the others higher on the list.

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Thanks for reading! What modifications would you make to their designs? And do you agree with me or not? I’d love to know :)

Masterlist

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Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

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[opinated-user]

Outside of the Snape section, what do you think of the rest of Orchard's Harry Potter video? I think she makes some good points and there is a lot I've disagreed with her on in the past.

the rest as well was pretty bad. just like her first video, you aren't gaining anything watching her video that you wouldn't have by watching the videos of other people who are far better explaining their points. she is very close to reach something but she never does it. the point about how the women in HP are written with some misogynistic tropes and don't ultimately do much outside of that? heard that before. it's nothing new. the only thing LO add is about how the "anti slavery" portion of Hermione is written as a flaw, which somehow she doesn't relate back to how rowing views activist and activism in general as people being annoying. the idea that ron is written as clashing with hermione purely because of romantic tension is so reductive and then all their disagreements being purely jelousy is just... wrong. she talks about how people hated ron in the final book and apparently she missed the part about how ron was in direct contact with a cursed artifact that literally brings out the worst on people. that thing about him rubbing on harry's face that his parents are dead is because the collar he has is feeding off all his insecurities and fears. this is not an issue with ron specifically, anyone would end up saying something like that or worse because they're quite literally lashing out. he does tries to apologize regardless and harry doesn't want to hear about it, because they're in the middle of a war and have a friend is more important than unpack every single awful bad comment someone said. when talking snape, she either lies or forgot that snape did kept persuing harry's mom for far later after he already said a magic racist slur to her and she had to consistently reject him over and over again, in part too because snape just refused to apologize or see what was the issue in the first place, preferring instead to keep being mad at james. there's are so many little things that she says about the character that are outright not true or contradicted by the actual text and does literally sound like coming out from a snape apologist type of fan.

btw, the casually dropping that his father went to an abusive catholic school and might have been sexually abused himself by flashing the CSA allegations against that school? that's still disgusting. that's a real person whose trauma she's flaunting to her entire audience to be "well, he thought this was okay because that's what he grew up with" in the context of talking about a fictional character on a fantasy franchise? what a complete lack of any tact or sensibility. nobody needed her to flash those images, she didn't need to share to everyone "my father could have been a victim of CSA, no wonder he thinks like that!", her point could have come across without them! none of that comes with any warning. she's again treating a very serious, very delicate topic like CSA, CSA of a real person she's currently criticizing for internalizing abuse, on your face like it was just part of any casual conversation and i'm positively revolted that more people don't have a negative reaction to that.

the section of rowing hates women is fine by itself... but it's coming from the same woman that is adamantly against any self reflection, about actually learning from marginalized people, about listening when she's done wrong by them, that it sounds like she's actually just repeating what other people have said without any real conviction.

my only conclusion is that, again, she's not bringing anything new to the table and it's not worth watching. better look for other critical videos. they won't suddenly start talking to you about the sexual abuse their parents went through as children either.

#lily orchard

[kradogsrats]

raised to spouse the question of “wait, what the hell is Opeli High Cleric OF, exactly, in this setting that appears to be completely devoid of actual religion?” last night, causing us to rehash a discussion that apparently we had before and I somehow completely forgot (thanks ADHD?)

Opeli is very clearly designed to look religious, and she has this explicitly religious title in some official sources (Callum’s Spellbook, at least... I haven’t dug through the novelizations to see if it’s referenced there), but for a fantasy setting TDP is actually shockingly areligious. Where there would usually be gods of various elemental powers, instead there are the primal sources, regarded more as natural phenomena. (And also, through the arcana, instilling a bit of the divine in every Xadian, but that’s irrelevant.) The Archdragons, which could also be a focus of religious worship, are instead portrayed and regarded as essentially political beings. (Rayla acknowledges Sol Regem’s power and prestige, but also that he’s kind of a dick in a very non-reverent way.)

Opeli is also presented entirely as political--every official source description of her emphasizes her focus on law and her competence as an administrator. Not her spirituality. Not her religious morality. Those simply don’t exist. In fact, the rituals we see performed in Katolis are also pretty much devoid of any religious significance. Take Harrow’s funeral: there’s a prescribed set of rituals around the burial of a king, including a set amount of time that the body is expected to lie in state before interment. But Viren breaking those rules is a violation of propriety, not blasphemy. He has offended Opeli and the traditions of Katolis, but not god. And Harrow’s soul isn’t going to be trapped in the the mortal realm because his body was destroyed early, or anything. It’s just rude.

It’s all just legalistic ritual. Which aligns with Opeli’s character as described, sure, but the religious nature of her design still makes me itchy.

I’d like to do a deeper check for references to religion in canon through rewatch/reread, even just any errant “gods/god” light cursing, but until then the only thing I remember is in the Tales of Xadia sourcebook’s section on--get this--Startouch elves. It describes a poem held by the Royal Library of Evenere called “The Epic of the Void,” which pre-dates the fall of Elarion and is held in greatest secrecy and security:

Those hoping to study the poem must petition the High Mage of Evenere personally, but she is notoriously strict in allowing access to the work. Most hopeful readers are turned away without explanation (and often with a stern lecture on the sacred nature of Startouch scholarship), creating ever more mystery around this ambiguous poem.

(Emphasis added.)

A stanza of the poem is included:

Where do the fabled Great Ones hide? What secrets have you locked inside? From rising Sun to Moonlight’s grace I search the Sky for any trace Of Starfolk, fabled, fallen, found-- Once everywhere, now none around. Is all we are to know of thee Consumed by Dark, or cast to Sea? So bound to Earth, are we denied The touch of Stars? Have our Gods died? Where do the fabled Great Ones hide?

(Again, emphasis added.)

So a) nice tie-in with the recent Aaravos short Patience, but b) wasn’t Aaravos just casually standing around at the expulsion of humans from Xadia? Pretty sure that was after the fall of Elarion. So unless he’s like... the only Startouch elf who has ever manifested on Xadia, something’s weird. (Also, just for fun, c) note the inclusion of Dark among the references to the primals.)

So idk but what I’m getting here is that modern humans are largely areligious, but deep in the history of human culture there is the concept of a plural divinity associated with the stars that has, for some reason, not survived. This could be something shared in elven culture, but the inclusion of dark magic with the other primal sources in the poem implies a human author, and the same section in Tales of Xadia describes an elven children’s rhyme that references Startouch elves being gone(tm) but not really distinct from other elves. (Elves are more likely to have religion-adjacent rituals associated with their primals, imo. For example, the ostentatious purification ritual of the Sun elves.)

Anyway, to circle back to what started the discussion: Opeli’s role is almost definitely more of a “master of laws and rituals” one than a “spiritual guide” one, and also (the real reason I was thinking about this) the routine mild blasphemy used by humans for emphasis would likely be “gods,” or possibly some variant of “stars,” “stars above,” etc.

#the dragon prince #yes i did all of this to figure out what people should be saying during sex #i am a simple creature #'stars' bothers me because it was heavily adopted by star wars fandom so now i get cognitive dissonance #i should just buy digital editions of the novelizations shouldn't i #being able to search text would be SO useful