#hopefully that covers all bases but ask if you need it tagged

[lowkeychenle]

Guilty As Sin? [ZCL] (M) Fic Teaser

Description: Chenle is everything you want--everything you need. Somehow, the thought of him manages to pull you back in even after you were free. Messy kisses, late night trysts, and him tracing the word 'mine' on your thigh--barely anything, so how could you possibly be guilty as sin? (based on Guilty As Sin? by Taylor Swift)

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst

Content Warnings: Smutty smutness, use of the word 'slut' in a couple different instances, uhhh self...help lol, explicit, rough, unprotected sex, and I think that's it for now *MDNI*

Expected Word Count: 5-8k (this is so subject to change lol)

Release Date: 8pm EST 2024.5.10

Taglist: Open!! Please let me know if you want to be tagged when this comes out <3

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!Reader (features roommate!Renjun, Mark, Jaemin, aespa Karina!)

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Lips brush against your neck and trail up to your ear, and you feel his smile before you hear his chuckle. His hand grips your thigh, but as he pulls back, his eyes travel along your face. His irises have gone dark, and he gulps. The room is far hotter than it should be, and as you sit next to Chenle on your couch, his fingertip traces a single word on your skin, over and over again.

MINE

MINE

MINE

MINE

“(Y/N), are you listening?” Chenle’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and hopefully nobody notices how your stare was stuck on the way he taps his fingers on his jeans. Your face heats up, but you try your best to hide it.

“What? Sorry, tired today.” You sit back in your chair, glancing around the room to see your roommate, Renjun, and several of your other friends sitting on the various seats around your living area.

“You don’t look tired.” Karina raises her eyebrow at you.

You glare back at her. “How do you want me to fix that?”

“Chenle was asking us if we wanted to go to a party next week,” Jisung adds. “A friend of his we don’t know is turning twenty-three.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll be right back.” You launch up, heading for the kitchen. Before you turn fully, you make eye contact with Chenle. He leans back on the couch cushion, legs crossed, and head tilted. He’s dressed so simply, sweatpants and a dark, loose-fit T-shirt, but you could ignore those things for your own sanity.

What you can’t ignore?

The quirk of his eyebrow. Did you just imagine the way he looked you up and down? Every inch of your skin feels hot, and you think of those fucking fingers on your thigh all over again.

Before you embarrass yourself any further, you quickly move towards the kitchen, throwing the door of the refrigerator open to grab a water bottle. You set it on the counter after inhaling half of it, and then brace your palms on the edge, too. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. You’re not sure why you can’t stop fucking thinking about it.

His hips slam into yours while his hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. No matter what, you’re lost in the feeling of him inside you, the sweet stretch and how his jaw is clenched hard to keep his own noises at bay. You want to feel him everywhere, to truly lose yourself in the moment.

You wrap your legs around his waist to get him closer, and he curses a little louder than he should—

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[astrangerlately]

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[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 10 (FINAL PART)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

*Read parts 1-9 first for the full effect!*

Summary: Everything is out in the open between you and Bucky now, but there are two rules for your new secret relationship.

Warnings: unprotected sex, teasing, possessive!Bucky (hehehe), maybe fluff (?), profanity, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: We've finally reached the end. I think I'll miss this version of Bucky and reader but I'm pretty excited about the work that I'm planning on putting out here next. Hopefully everyone's okay with the conclusion of this, I didn't want to have anyone riding off into the sunset or anything, but I also didn't want to have a horribly sad ending, so this felt right. You guys should totally let me know in the comments what kind of things you'd like to see from me soon! I don't know if I'll take specific requests anytime soon, but I'd love to at least find out what might get you all excited. Thanks for the umpteenth time to @littlemiss-yeehaw for being the best cheerleader and warnings-writer out there. She also draws some unbelievable shots of Bucky based on scenes in these fics.

           

In the shower, on the hotel bed, in the chair by the window, hell, even on the floor when the two of you rolled off of the bed in the heat of the moment. You’d successfully christened every surface of your hotel room before the clock ever struck midnight. You hadn’t meant to go at it like horny teenagers who found themselves home alone for the first time, but that’s what happened. It’s like you were both thinking about how this may not continue once you get back to the compound tomorrow morning, so you fit as much as you could all in one night.

            Now, you’re laying side by side in bed. Your most recent tryst involved you on your hands and knees with Bucky doing all of the right things behind you, and it thoroughly winded you both. You listen as your collective breaths fill the air, the two of you each coming down from your post-orgasmic highs.

            “Do you think Dr. Raynor will figure this out?” You ask softly, raising a hand and wiping a bit of sweat from your brow. Bucky laughs and turns his head to look at you. He still can’t get past how pretty you look after doing such dirty, animalistic things with him. Even without the super soldier serum decreasing his refractory period to mere minutes, he thinks he’d be recovered and ready for round five just from looking at you like this.

            “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

            “It’s on my mind, yeah.” You admit. You’re probably more worried about it than you should be, but deep down, Bucky’s worried too.

            “So, how do you want to handle it?” Bucky asks, fully rolling onto his side to face you.

            “Maybe we just wait and see what she has to say after observing tonight’s mission and then go from there. I don’t want to say anything first and give her anything to use against us.” He’s listening to your words, honestly, he is. He doesn’t think he could ever miss a word you say. But he can’t stop himself from reaching over and running his fingertips along your flushed cheek. You turn to look at him and he lets his fingers ghost over your lips and down the column of your throat until he reaches the notch between your collarbones. His eyes linger there for a moment. Something’s missing.

            “You never gave me my dog tags back.” He whispers. You’re not wearing them, and neither is he. So, where are they?

            “Yeah, I wasn’t sure when to give them back.”

            “Bullshit, you wanted to keep them.” Bucky teases. You push his hand away from your neck at the accusation, but can’t stop the smile that’s creeping over your features. Fuck, he’s so into you. He closes the distance between the two of you and places his body carefully over yours under the covers, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Even just kissing you sets off fireworks inside of him.

            “They’re sitting on my nightstand, back in the compound.” You tell him, hoping it doesn’t make you sound too obsessed. You had planned to give them back all week, but avoiding him made that a little difficult, so instead you left them sitting beside your bed. It was sort of comforting to see his name every night before you fell asleep, and every morning when you woke up.

            “Keep them.” He insists, pressing another kiss to your soft, soft lips. You get lost in the moment, focusing on the feeling of his tongue working against yours, his scent enveloping you in the most consuming way, and his weight keeping you pinned to the mattress. You could stay like this forever.

            This, of course, is when Bucky’s phone would ring. He groans in annoyance as he breaks the kiss and touches his forehead to yours, looking down into your eyes.

            “Tell me not to answer it.” He pleads. You purse your lips, knowing it’s probably someone from the team calling with some kind of update or new order. Bucky groans again before rolling off of you and snatching his phone off of the bedside table. He answers it and puts it on speaker, confirming that it’s someone from the team.

            “Hey, sorry to call so late. The threat has been neutralized so you guys can head back now and get some sleep, we’ll debrief in the morning.” Sam sounds tired but calm, so it must have been more of a nuisance situation than a major threat. Bucky closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose with his vibranium hand.

            “Sounds good, we’ll be back soon.” He grumbles. You can tell he’s annoyed that you won’t be staying the night here. When he hangs up the call, he lets out a deep sigh before sitting up on the side of the bed, with the covers gathering around his waist. Without thinking, you crawl up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind. He stiffens as if he didn’t expect your touch, but that just makes you lean into him more, resting your chin on his shoulder. You feel him slowly relax and having that effect on him warms you to the center of your being

            “We’re going to go home, get some rest, and debrief in the morning like this was any other mission.” You say, attempting to be reassuring.

            “That’s what you want? To pretend like this was any other mission?” He questions, running his hands over where your arms are wrapped around his abs.

            “I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant we don’t have to run in and tell everyone that something might be going on between us.”

            “Might?” He chuckles. You feel his abs shake beneath your hands as the melodious sound leaves his lips. You never heard him laugh much before, and you didn’t expect to like it as much as you do.

            “Hey, I told you that I fell for you, and you said fuck, I’m cumming. How am I supposed to know you feel the same way?” You tease, letting go of him and laying back on the bed, drawing the covers up over your naked body. He turns a bit to face you and starts pulling the covers away from you slowly.

            “Y/n…” He says your name with so much genuine feeling that it sends tingles throughout your body. Has he always said your name like that and you just never noticed before? Yes. “I made you wear my dog tags while I fucked you.” What the hell does that have to do with what you just said? He can see the confusion on your face and it brings a smile to his. He slides back under the covers next to you and begins peppering kisses across your shoulder and collarbone.

            “Bucky…” Fuck, if you start saying his name again there’s no way either of you will make it back to the compound tonight. He quickly makes his way up to your face, attaching his lips to yours for a moment and then tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away. It’s the nicest way anyone has ever shut you up.

            “I wanted to be able to pretend like you were mine. I fell way before you did.” He whispers against your lips. Holy shit. He feels the same way. Bucky Barnes feels the same way about you as you feel about him.

            You know that you have orders to head back to the compound, and neither of you are the type to disobey orders from above, but how are you supposed to pack up and head out after finding out that you have feelings for each other? You can’t stand the thought of traveling back to the compound tonight knowing that you’ll have to put on a show and pretend like nothing happened here. So, why not delay a bit and take what you want one more time?

            That very rational thinking is what inspires you to slide your hand between the two of you and wrap your fist around Bucky’s already-hardening cock. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your small, soft hand wrapping tightly around him, and he wonders how he went so long without having you this way. You’ve been right across the hall from him all of this time. You’ve been going on missions with him for the last two months, giving each other shit nearly every waking moment, and completely missing what had been there the whole time. Love. He won’t say it out loud yet, he doesn’t want to scare you off, but that’s what it is. He’s sure of it. He loves you. He may not say it but he can damn well express it.

            That’s how Bucky finds himself, for the fifth time tonight, guiding the tip of his cock inside of your perfect cunt. He’s done this enough times now that he knows as soon as he bottoms out inside of you, you’ll tense up and scrunch your eyes closed, trying your hardest to adjust to his size. He watches as you do just that, and then he feels your entire body relax beneath him and he knows you’re ready. He pulls one of your legs up and over his hip as he begins fucking you into the mattress. When your eyes flutter open to meet his, he has to go completely still inside you so he won’t cum right then and there. You laugh to yourself. You know what eye contact does to him and you love it.

            “What’s the matter, James? Keep going.” You taunt, wiggling your hips and forcing his cock to slide into you another inch. He’s only halfway inside of you. He breathes out a slow, calming breath before leaning down and nuzzling his face into your neck, letting his cock sink into you slower than it ever has before.

            “You like rushing me, don’t you?” He asks, giving your cunt gentle thrusts. A soft hum leaves your lips at the pleasure that’s beginning to build in your lower stomach. You’re so focused on the feeling that you don’t even acknowledge his question. “Don’t rush me tonight.” He buries himself to the hilt before stilling once more, drawing a whine from your lips. “We’re making love, not fucking, sweetheart.”

---

            A few hours later that same morning, a very uneventful debrief took place in the conference room at the compound. You and Bucky turned in your mission reports, leaving out the details of what happened in the hotel room, and then you were dismissed to have a few hours of freedom before having to meet with Dr. Raynor.

            Everyone probably assumed that the two of you went off to your respective rooms upstairs, but it took little convincing to get Bucky to sneak over into yours. When he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, the first thing he noticed was his dog tags, right where you said they were.

You kick your shoes off by the door and walk over to sit on one of the small gray chairs that you have off to the side of the room, feeling surprisingly nervous that Bucky Barnes is seeing your room for the first time. Nervous. After everything the two of you have done this week? You’re ridiculous. You watch him as he crosses the room and scoops the dog tags off of your nightstand. He stares at them in his palm for a moment, and for a second you worry that he might pocket them. However, when he turns to you with a soft smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, your fears are assuaged.

“Do you have any rules? For this thing that we’ve got going on?” Bucky asks, taking the free chair across from you and setting the dog tags flat on the coffee table that separates the two of you. You tilt your head to the side, studying him closely. You see what he’s doing. The first night, while under the influence of that chemical, you gave him one rule: no kissing. He returned with his own rule: wear his dog tags while he fucks you.

“I have one. We keep this a secret, just between us, for as long as we can.” You respond, letting your eyes trail over his physique. He’s sitting in your chair the same way he sat in the chair in the hotel room last night. The man knows how to demand attention without saying a damn word. You watch as his licks his bottom lip and then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Fine. It’s a secret.” He agrees, his gaze briefly lingering on your neck. “But I have one rule too.” He reaches out with his flesh hand and begins sliding the dog tags across the table toward you. “You’ll never take these off again.”

BONUS CHAPTER

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[under-the-dirt]

Hi Liv, my dear mutual, who is hopefully warm right now, it's 29°F where I'm at, could I possibly have platonic 141 cuddles with reader to warm me up?

Take your time and stay warm :3

me too!!! i’m so cold here it’s actually 19 degrees right now. it’s so cold in my house at night and i wish i had a big man to cuddle so i wouldn’t suffer!!! i’d put my ice cold hands between his thighs and cuddle into his chest like ahhhh i wish my bf was built like one of the cod men.. <3

ALSO!! i’m making this one dif bc the last one was rly hard 2 write <3

pairing: taskforce 141 x gn!reader

tags: fluff, cold reader, cuddle puddle, sorry if i suck at writing gaz he’s the only one i don’t simp for </3 UNDER 13 DNI

Today was cold. Normally, you’d be okay, but the base’s heater was broken and you had no extra blankets to cuddle up with. You shivered beneath your thin blanket, curled up and cold.

John Price

You’re shivering in your room when he knocks on your door, opening it and seeing you all cold.

“Are ya cold?” You nod. “C’mere love.” He coos, crawling into your bed beside you, lifting the covers and climbing under. He wraps his large arms around your waist, calming your shivering almost instantly as his warmth seeps into you. You sigh as he pulls you to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and wrapping the blankets tighter around you.

“Thank you,” You whisper, and he chuckles, the vibrations running through your body and causing you to smile as well.

“Oh it’s no problem, I’m a little chilly too,” He chuckles, resting his chin in your hair and closing his eyes.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He knocks on your door, expecting to find you doing some work or dancing like you do, surprised when he sees your shivering beneath the covers. He’d known it was cold in the base, but he’d just gotten used to it. The cold never really bothered him. He’d always run rather hot, as he was a large man, so he didn’t need heaters and excess blankets. Who knew such a thing could become such a gift, able to warm you up!

He crawled into your bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, turning you to face him and pulling you to his chest as he rubbed your lower back gently. He pretended not to notice as you nuzzled into him, curling up in his arms like a cat, your shivering ceased and you now happy and warm. He responded to your whispered thanks with a grunt, although he was quite happy on the inside.

John “Soap” Mactavish

He’d been annoyed by the cold, always preferring to be warm and cozy. He’d assumed the same about you when he saw you shivering in a hoodie around base before retreating to your room, not leaving for anything. So, why wouldn’t he go help out his little bird?

He opened your door, and as expected, you were shaking like a leaf beneath your thin blankets.

“Ye mus’ be freezin’ wi’ those thin blankets, aren’ ye?” He chuckles, tossing off his shoes and climbing into your bed, pulling you close to his chest. “Feelin better, aye?” He asks, and you respond with a nod.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime, lovie.” He coos, closing his eyes as you nuzzle into his arms and fall asleep.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He knew, after seeing you grab a blanket and run off to your room, that you were freezing. They all knew it was cold, you were just more susceptible, he supposed. So, naturally, he went to your room to find you hiding beneath your blankets, teeth chattering.

“Oh love, all cold aren’t we?” He coos, climbing into your bed and rubbing your arm. “Don’t worry.”

He climbs beneath the covers, turning you to face him and pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair gently as you fall asleep.

“There we go, much better,” He chuckles, and you nod.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, love.”

AHHH I WAS SO SCARED TO WRITE GAZ!!! IDKHOW BC I DON’T LOOK INTO HIS CHARACTER ALL THAT MUCH WASAHHH SOMEONE HELP ME IMPROVE MY GAZ WRITINGF anyways that’s a fun one!! asks cleared finally and i can stop feeling bad abt it!!

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[denaliwrites]

Dreams See Us Through

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Part 1: Don't Blink Part 2: Don't Turn Your Back Part 3: Don't Look Away

Catch and Release Prompt: "Solo"

Summary: Without the Doctor by your side, it's up to you to save yourself.

Soundtrack: If We Hold On Together by Diana Ross

Requests: Open!

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce -- If I could tag literally everyone who asked for a part 4, I would.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Peril.

"Doctor," the tinny voice of Jack Harkness piped up from the TARDIS intercom, sounding winded, "I found something I think you're gonna want to see."

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

When you opened your eyes, the Doctor was gone. In his place, a seemingly infinite field of flowers sprawled before you, with the sun shining brightly overhead. At first, you thought maybe you'd died and gone to Heaven, but as you looked around you saw that, to your right, nestled among some rolling hills, sat a pretty average-looking castle. You would've thought that, were this Heaven, the castle would've been grand and made of gold or something.

And, as you made your way through the meadow, you realized you recognized the flowers you brushed past.

So the angel hadn't killed you. And not only had it instead displaced you in time, it had also displaced you in space.

You were back on Earth.

Your next step was to find out when and where you were. Based on the castle overhead, your guess for location was a very broad "somewhere in Europe." That didn't help you much -- you needed more exact details.

You needed coordinates and a date.

You paused to look around, realizing that you never bothered to look behind you. Unfortunately, it didn't help much -- the castle was still your best bet for civilization. And from this distance, you couldn't tell what state it was in. If it was brand new or hundreds of years old.

Only time -- and a very long trek -- would tell.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

"Doctor," Jack greeted as the Time Lord swept into the room. His arms were held open as if for a hug.

The Doctor ignored the gesture and opted to instead stare at Jack from a distance, arms crossed over his chest. "Why am I here, Jack?" he asked, already tired of the man's antics.

"To look at this," Jack answered with an easy grin as he whipped out something from his coat pocket.

The Doctor stared at it in confusion.

"You called me all the way here for an Agatha Christie novel?"

"Really, Doctor. You think I'd resort to making up excuses to get you to come see me? Look at the cover," Jack told him, throwing the book over.

The Doctor caught it easily and did as Jack had told him. Up close, he could see the details and read the finer print. And a realization struck him.

"What's a hundred-year-old Vipiteran edition of the Mysterious Affair at Styles doing in a dingy apartment in 2008 London?" Jack asked aloud the question that had been forming in the Doctor's mind.

He didn't have an answer, so he shrugged and began flipping through the pages.

He was near the end when he stopped short, staring at something wedged between the pages. The Doctor pulled it out, staring dumbfoundedly at the old photograph he held between his fingers.

"Doctor, look at the back."

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

The biggest problem was avoiding the creation of a paradox -- difficult, but not impossible.

Luckily, you'd found a town on the other side of the castle, and with it your date and location. May 16, 1922 in Tureborg, Sweden. That definitely made things easier, though there was still the challenge of getting the Doctor's attention without creating a paradox. Or... at least, not a world-ending one. Hopefully.

You unfortunately had very little on you -- really, only the book you'd bought on Vipitera that you'd kept on you in case you found time to read (so much for that), and a credits chip that was virtually useless now.

You also couldn't speak Swedish. That was a bit of a problem.

You were there only a few days when your problems seemed to resolve themselves. An English artist had stumbled upon the town on his way through the country and had stopped to take in the sights and paint a pretty picture.

More importantly, though, he had a camera with him, and that was enough to spark an idea in your mind.

Befriending the artist was easy -- he was desperate for the companionship of someone who could understand him and you were desperate to get back to the Doctor.

You used each other, as God intended.

Fast friends that you were, it wasn't long before the artist offered to take your picture, and it was an offer you couldn't refuse. In fact, it was an offer you'd been banking on.

And that was how you got a Vipiteran copy of the Mysterious Affair at Styles, with a picture of you tucked into the back and a date a few days into the future and current coordinates scrawled on the back, to London.

Now all you could do was wait, and hope.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

The Doctor decided, as he set the TARDIS on course for the day and location you'd written on the back of that photograph, that the moment he saw you, he was going to tell you he loved you.

He was lucky, ultimately, that you'd found a way to leave breadcrumbs that were too small to upset the delicate balance of reality -- yet noticeable enough for him to pick up the trail.

He was lucky that you were smart, and bold, and courageous, and determined as hell. He was lucky that you wouldn't take death lying down. That you'd find some way to make it back to him.

He was lucky, he realized as he threw the switch that'd send him back to you, that you loved him enough to fight to get back to him.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Right on time, the sound of the TARDIS materializing filled the air. You moved to stand, waiting with bated breath and vibrating nerves as the blue box faded into view, and only a moment later the Doctor came bounding out, eyes scanning the scene for you.

He barely had a second to process the you-shaped missile heading his way before you were on him, arms thrown around his neck and holding on so tightly that he had to remind you that he needed to breathe.

"Shut up," you murmured into his neck, even as your arms loosened, "and fucking hug me back."

He obeyed without hesitation, his lips pressing to the top of your head as he pulled you tighter against him.

"I thought I lost you," he said into your hair. "I love you -- I promise I will never let anything happen to you again."

You believed him.

This experience had been enough to scare you both into being more careful. And even so, it wasn't over.

You pulled away from the Doctor, staring up at him with a determined gaze.

"Take me home. There's a Weeping Angel I need to take care of."

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[lurkingshan]

Breaking Down the I Feel You Linger in the Air Finale

Okay pals, I got some sleep and I'm ready to dig into this finale and all its beautiful messiness. I love this show and I'm frankly a little frustrated that we got such an incomplete resolution to the (hopefully) first season when there was ample time to do it right. As ever, pacing and time and information management continue to be major weaknesses for Tee Bundit. As I said last week, the writing for this show has been undeniably messy but it's still holding together on the strength of the production and the performances and the success of some of its big themes and character arcs; that take held firm through the finale and some of the baffling choices made about where to spend our time in this final installment. So, let's dig into it!

The Long Goodbye

I'll say upfront that this is my biggest beef with the pacing of the finale. We spent all of last week on a long and painful goodbye for Yai and Jom, perfectly executed, but for some reason we did another 45 minutes of it this week, not so perfectly executed. While I loved the covering of the mirrors, the saddest sex scene ever (complete with sex moans running as the audio over a memory montage how dare you show!), and the pain of Yai realizing he drew the final picture and watching Jom disappear, we didn't need to retread them saying goodbye to each other over and over again for two entire hours of story time, and we didn't need a long, sappy, on the nose speech from Jom saying things we already knew. As I told @neuroticbookworm, this might be my aro showing but I found the series of repetitive emotional goodbye conversations and memory montages exhausting and not in a good way. If I were the script doctor, I would have kept the mirrors, sad sex, and Yai drawing as the start of the episode and cut the rest, moving much more quickly into the next phase of the story.

Back to the Future

Jom returning to his present day life, trying to cope with his anguish and loneliness and adjust back into things, and further investigating the time travel mystery to figure out a way to reconnect with Yai should have been the main narrative of this episode. Instead, we got a truncated version of it that didn't have time to breath because we'd used up so much time on the above mentioned retread. For my money, Jom's devastation upon finding Yai's letter to him was the most emotionally resonant moment of the finale and the first part of the episode where I almost cried. But we had barely sunk into that feeling before it was abruptly cut short because we were out of time and Tee needed to wrap this baby up.

Eyebrow Scar Yai

Here’s where I get actually kind of peeved, because this final (pre-credits) scene was so poorly set up and executed that to even call it a resolution is a stretch. A modern version of Yai walks into the room, asks Jom why he's crying, tells him he's been waiting for him, kisses him, and then the credits roll!

Now I've been in the tags so I know this caused confusion for anyone who has not read the novel (me too, fam!). And that's because the show had not bothered to establish:

That Yai does in fact have a modern doppelgänger

Who the heck that doppelgänger is and how he’s connected to 1928 Yai

How that doppelgänger would be able to remember Jom when no other doppelgängers in the story can remember their past lives

Based on what we know, could we piece together a reasonable theory about who this man is, how he got there, and the final pieces of the mythology that make sense of it? Sure. In fact, bookworm and I pretty much guessed exactly what the explanation for this was after watching the show, and many of the elements at play here were theorized in conversations we had last week. Book readers like @tipsyjaehyun have now confirmed the full explanation for anyone who cares to go read it.

But the show did not tell us any of this information. If you have to read the novel or have novel readers spoil you on aspects of the story that the show didn't bother to cover in order to understand the ending of the story, the execution has failed. And given the pacing notes above, there is really no reason we couldn't have gotten a better set up for this ending with Eyebrow Scar Yai (yes I know his name but no I'm not using it because the show didn't bother telling me; I am petty like that). Jom could have found this descendant during his time of processing and the ending could have hinged on us realizing this modern Yai is a reincarnation who has his past life memories intact; had we gone into a final kiss between them feeling grounded in all of that knowledge, it would have landed so much better.

Hello Commander

And now on to the post-credits scene, where Tee puts a plea into the universe to give him a second season so he can play around in another time period and explore what is evidently the origin of this soul tie between Jom and Yai. I chose to read this episode tag as separate from the actual season 1 narrative, and I think that was the intention given its placement. If they secure funding for a second season, this tag scene becomes the beginning of that next story, with Eyebrow Scar Yai's kiss sending Jom into another time travel adventure. If they don't we can just ignore it and pretend the pre-credits scene was the end (which is why I'm not happy it was so poorly done). I, for one, would love to see a second season to explore another time period and give Tee a chance to clean up some of this mess he has made of the mythology and season 1 resolution. Shouts to @clairedaring for reporting back from the live showing of the finale on what the possibilities are looking like there. Fingers crossed we get a continuation of this story some day!

Tagging in @waitmyturtles and @twig-tea who also have linked posts above. And shouts to @blmpff @cankersoregirl @pharawee @wanderlust-in-my-soul @italianpersonwithashippersheart @bengiyo @dragonsareawesome123 @wen-kexing-apologist @junghaesin @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @chickenstrangers @sunshinechay @btwinlines for posting about this show every week and making it such a fun watch despite having a small audience on here. It was a pleasure watching this with you all!

#i feel you linger in the air #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

[femmefatalevibe]

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[cloudwhisper23]

Hello there! So, I'm still settling into my first year of college (oh boy) and I've determined that the time allotted in my schedule is too much for a normal part-time job. That being said, I do have spare time, it's just not in good places for me to get my homework done as well. I want to do well with college, but I also still need an income. So!

I am going to try doing commissions. They'll be written, of course. Fanfiction or fiction, whichever you prefer, but I'll get into more detail below the cut.

What can I request?

I'm a member of a few fandoms here on tumblr, and I've actually written fanfiction for Five Nights at Freddy's (of all options, I have the most experience with this one), Bendy and the Ink Machine, and Hollow Knight. I'd be willing to also try writing for Ace Attorney, Six of Crows, Stardew Valley, and Supernatural, since those are some of the fandoms I'm most familiar with.

I am experienced in writing plenty of regular fiction as well, so don't be shy about asking me to write stuff about OCs or just a general idea you had and wanted to see written out on the page. Just make sure you give me a prompt for what you'd like to see!

I can also do poetry. I don't write it as often (which is why you rarely see it on my blog), but I tend to write in free-verse, which is a fancy word for saying I don't follow poetry rules. I can follow poetry rules, but it'll probably take me longer to complete a poem.

I won't do 18+ content though. Sorry, but if I'm going to test that boundary, it'll be in my own time. Commissions are for the things I'm comfortable writing, and 18+ isn't that. So I will refuse to do any of that.

What about romance? Is that something you're comfortable writing?

I don't have full confidence in my ability to deliver good romantic stories right now. I can do a really slow burn, and I'm decent at romantic tension, but that tends to be more open for readers interpretation. You can request romance, but if it's not up to your standards, I apologize in advance.

What is your writing like?

I feel like this one kind of explains itself, but in case it doesn't, I have pieces of my writing scattered around two blogs and an Ao3 account. The blogs are @cloudwhisper23 and @cloudthenightguard, and the Ao3 account is under CloudWhisper23 as well. On both blogs, my writing tag is #cloud writes, which hopefully will make it easier for you to search for samples of my writing on both.

What about pricing? And expected time of delivery?

I write short stories on a 1,000+ basis, with the minimum being $10 USD, but I won't do more than 10,000, and I'd appreciate if you tipped me more than that (But you don't have to. I get that other people may not have much extra to give)

Poetry is a bit different though, and I'd be more willing to do it at $5 USD, but I'd prefer to write in free verse.

Payment will be done through PayPal, or Ko-Fi but depending on requests, I may be willing to consider other alternatives.

Naturally, the timing of delivery will depend on several factors. Obviously the shorter works are ones I can get to people in shorter periods of time, but depending on what I'm writing, it'll be a bit of experimentation on my part for certain things. I cannot promise an estimate without knowing what I'm meant to be writing. Certain things require further research, or knowledge about characters that I simply don't possess. If it's an OC issue, I'll ask directly, but as for more fandom based characters, I will likely do my own research.

If you have any questions I haven't covered, feel free to DM me or send an anonymous ask!

I am human, and I can't promise that I will think of every question you'll possibly ask. So please, if there's something you're not sure of, let me know so I can try to work through it with you. If you're not sure what you want, but you do know that you want something, we can brainstorm together to figure out what works best for you!

#cloud speaks #writing commissions #commissions

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Nothing “new” really this week, but I went back to reworking some old writing, so enjoy one of my favorite moments my og girlies, Jayde x Nadya, have during their second date

A humble town nestled at the base of the mountains that The Lodge remained safely hidden. It was always fairly quiet, just as Jayde preferred it. There were no large crowds or tourists. All of the businesses and markets relied primarily on the locals to keep afloat. The crime rate was practically nonexistent. Maybe the quaint size made it harder for people like her to blend in, but that also meant that any threats sniffing around definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed, either. Even Nadya, in her calm and approachable demeanor, turned a few heads as the two of them walked down the main street simply because she was still a new face. If Jayde ever felt unsure about their safety, she needed only to tune her ears to the gossip around town and they would tell her everything she should to know. 

Jayde kept a close eye on the human beside her. A chill in the air made Nadya hold the cup of coffee in her hands a little tighter. Of course, Jayde also noticed the nip in the air, but it didn't affect her the same way as it did humans - a fact she had never given much consideration before. Just as Jayde pondered the etiquette of offering one’s coat, they approached a store that made Nadya’s expression brighten up like a Christmas tree.

A small, excited gasp escaped her lips as she grabbed Jayde’s arm to halt their pace. “Is that a bookstore?” 

“Sure is,” Jayde confirmed with a broad grin. The little hole in the wall had been the precise reason she led them in this direction. 

“Do you think we can go inside for a minute?” she asked hopefully. 

“Lead the way.” 

The local bookstore mostly sold used items - novels so old and loved that a lot of their covers had been taped and laminated in an effort to hold them together. It gave the interior a slightly musty smell that wasn’t too unpleasant for Jayde the more they explored. Literature in any form wasn’t typically something that held the wolf's interest for long, but she felt thoroughly content with following Nadya around. Especially after she put on her glasses. The simple image always gave Jayde heart palpitations no matter how many times she saw it. 

It became pretty evident right away that they would be in the shop for a lot longer than a minute. Nadya seemed to want to give each section an equal amount of attention. The tips of her fingers must have touched the spine of every book on every shelf. Some garnered her attention enough to be pulled out and studied in closer inspection, while others only required an adorable head tilt to read the titles. 

Bearing witness to her intricate ritual of picking out novels only fueled Jayde’s infatuation. She found herself inching closer and closer so that she would not miss a second of it. That’s when she noticed something. 

Nadya was completely distracted by everything she absorbed, not noticing the werewolf shifting towards her. Or so Jayde thought. 

Thump, thump, thump...

The human’s heart pumped at a steady pace to fuel the energy coursing through her veins, but then Jayde hovered just a few inches from her and got the urge to wrap her arm around Nadya’s lower back. 

Thump, thump–thump, thump, thump–thump...

The scent of her nerves prickled at the rest of Jayde’s senses, making her hesitate. It wasn’t like she hadn't heard that stutter many times before. It wasn’t like Nadya didn’t make her heartbeat flutter in the same exact way. But after the night before – when things got a little too intimate before Nadya was ready – Jayde found that differentiating between making her excited and making her uncomfortable was slightly more difficult to gauge. Yes, Nadya had been the one to ask her to stay the night. They had woken up in each other’s arms without any doubts. Yet that uneven drumming in Nadya’s chest echoed in Jayde’s ears. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

Nadya tore her eyes away from the back of a book to look up at her. “Of course.”

“So, I’m pretty… physical,” Jayde stated. 

There was a painfully long pause and then Nadya blinked. “Is that your question..?” 

Realizing that her brain had just buffered, Jayde snapped back into focus. “Oh, uh, no. No, I mean that I want to touch you.” She sighed as soon as she heard herself. It seemed like any ability to properly communicate completely abandoned her. The way Nadya gazed so sweetly at her with those brown doe eyes of hers did not help the situation at all. “Shit, that sounded weird. I want to be… uh, closer… sometimes. More than sometimes. And I-I do want to touch you, it’s just… I don’t know exactly how.” 

Nadya chewed on her bottom lip for a moment with a thoughtful furrow in her brow. “You want to have sex with me, is that what you’re saying?” 

“No,” Jayde blurted out. “Well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking –” That’s when she noticed a smirk slowly tugging at the corners of Nadya’s mouth. She’s screwing with me, Jayde thought as she felt embarrassment flush across her cheeks. I’m making a goddamn fool of myself. “Quit smiling at me,” Jayde complained with a chuckle. “I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” 

“You make it so easy sometimes,” Nadya teased with an affectionate shoulder bump. “It makes me feel better.” 

“Okay.” Jayde laughed again. “Let me start over.” 

“You have the floor.”

Jayde took a beat to get her thoughts in order, though it was so hard not to get lost in the soft, patient expression on her beloved human. “I know I make you nervous, but the line between good nervous and bad nervous gets blurred. I’m having a hard time telling the difference with you.” 

Nadya’s eyes tracked all over her features curiously. “How do you know I’m nervous?” 

That was an easy question to answer. “I can sense a lot, even the smallest changes. Like the way your heart beats. Or your breathing. Or your scent.” Focusing on those things now started to help her regain composure. “I’d say I look out for it, but the truth is, it’s something I’ve always noticed when it comes to you.” 

Nadya stared at her silently for enough seconds that Jayde worried she had said the wrong thing again, but then the brunette’s body swayed towards her ever so slightly as she muttered, “That’s helpful.” 

“It is when I know what I’m sensing. Which brings me to the point that I’ve been taking fucking forever to get to.” The two of them had been speaking in hushed tones while in the small store, but Jayde still glanced around for any potential witnesses to their private conversation. Relieved to find no one besides the older woman behind the counter, she continued. “Can you give me, like, a set of boundaries?” 

“Like what?” 

“Well…” She shifted anxiously on her feet. “I get the urge to grab your hand and hold you and kiss you a lot. I know that anything sexual isn’t very comfortable for you yet, but I don’t want you to have to endure something like my hand on your hip a certain way because you feel like you have to.” 

Nadya’s expression became hurt. “You think I have to endure you?” 

“No, I don’t think that,” Jayde quickly assured. “I just want us to go at your pace.”

Nadya sighed and returned the book in her hand back to the shelf. Then she plucked the coffee cup from Jayde’s hand and set it down next to hers with the books. “Can I be honest?” 

Jayde nodded her on. “Preferably.” 

“The line is blurred for you, but I’m still trying to figure out where the line for me even is. I have no idea what I’m doing, Jay. I just know that I want to be with you. So…” Nadya reached for her and their fingers laced together. “If you want to grab my hand, grab my hand. If you want to hold me…” After her thumb brushed over Jayde’s scarred knuckles, she brought her hand up and placed it on her waist, pulling herself closer. Jayde held her breath as her skin tingled all the way up arm. “Hold me. If you want to kiss me…” 

Jayde was completely entranced by Nadya’s voice, how it adopted a gentle tone smooth enough to ensure that no one else besides her could hear, even if there were others around. The heat of the human’s breath beckoned her to lean in – invited her to bask in the girl's intoxicating presence. Once their lips touched, a sparking sensation raced throughout every nerve ending in Jayde’s body and she released a breathless gasp of relief. The hand Nadya still held in place at her side squeezed her hip to pull her even closer, while Jayde’s other hand came up to cup her cheek. She risked parting her lips to deepen the kiss for just a moment and was rewarded by a pleased hum reverberating in Nadya’s chest. 

Before she could get too consumed by the sensations, Jayde pulled back to rest her forehead against her beloved human’s. Even doing something as simple as breathing with her felt incredible. It had the young werewolf convinced that she didn’t know a damn thing about love before this girl came around. 

“If you’re not sure… I want you to try,” Nadya said. 

“How about I ask first?”

“I want you to try,” Nadya repeated and leaned back, the color of her irises were as warm and soft as the rest of her. Jayde was utterly smitten. “If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”

Apprehension lingered at the back of her mind. “You’re sure you’re okay with that?”

A sweet smile brightened her face. “Don’t feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me, Jay. I trust you. I want you to do whatever you want, I just need some time to catch up to your level.” 

Those words meant more to Jayde than she could ever express. She never wanted to break the trust Nadya had in her. Jayde tucked a strand of light brown hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek, enjoying the softness of her skin. Then she planted a gentle kiss on her forehead to show her how much she appreciated this talk. “Take all the time you need, Nadya,” she whispered. 

Nadya gifted her a grateful peck. “I really like you.” 

“Wow, you’re throwing big L words around,” Jayde teased. 

“Shut up,” the human laughed, pushing her away playfully.

A smirk remained on Jayde’s face and she laughed with her, motioning to the bookshelf beside them. “So, how many of these are we taking back with us?”

“Just this one.” Nadya picked up the book she had a few minutes earlier, giving her an innocent look. When Jayde squinted suspiciously, she relented. “Okay, maybe a few others too. I’ve narrowed it down, at least.” 

Jayde took the book out of her hands and prepared herself to bear the inevitable stack. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t think of a more noble purpose for her supernatural strength. “I’ll just keep following you, then. Let me know what else I can carry.” 

“God, where have you been all my life?” Nadya asked as she excitedly raced to another section.

#oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: nadya bishop #ship insp: woven and thatched #slowly but surely I will push them out into the world again #i forget how gross and wholesome they are like get a room u homos

[johannestevans]

Writing individual character voices is one of those skills where the best way to learn is by listening, but the problem with advice that amounts to “Just listen!” is knowing precisely what you’re listening for.

Dialogue in fiction, regardless of the medium, can be difficult in itself to craft — in writing a dialogue between characters, you want to write speech that reads as natural to how real people talk to one another, but also does what you need it to within the text, whether that’s to drive the plot forward, to show tension or conflict between characters, to be a vehicle for humour, tragedy, and so on.

But the thing about dialogue in any extended narrative is that it’s exchanged between those who are, hopefully, developed characters in their own right, and therefore will have their own unique, distinctive voices.

Crafting these voices and ensuring that they are strong and individual to the characters they belong to is a complex process that has a lot of moving parts. When we’re listening to dialogue in a radio show or a podcast, or when we’re listening to dialogue from a TV show or movie, many of us can differentiate between the current speakers based on aspects like the depth of the character’s voices, the way they use tone, their accents.

I say “many of us” because this isn’t always the case — many people who are D/deaf or Hard of Hearing may not be able to differentiate between speakers based on these more subtle cues alone, and not everyone has an ear for the more subtle distinctions between certain accents.

For me personally, the litmus test for good, strong character voice is this: if you put only your dialogue on a page, and include no dialogue tags to tell the reader who is speaking, will your reader still be able to tell who is saying what?

Before I get on with the rest of this guide, I just want to note that what I’m not going to do is include a list of ways to write dialogue and imply that some are correct and some are wrong — I have my personal preferences and pet peeves, but I believe that just listing the “right” ways to write dialogue would be just as useless as saying, “Just listen!”

My priority here is listening to character dialogue in order to craft our own, but specifically, it’s about how to listen and what to listen for.

This guide is going to be separated into 5 sections, each with a variety of questions to ask yourself about the character in front of you, what their voice sounds like, and why it sounds that way, with examples and comparisons.

The guide as a whole is pretty intensive, so feel free to give it a scan, see what bits you’re most interested in going over, and then come back to it later. This guide is written with analysis in mind, so you might want to come to it when you have a spare hour to really dig into it, as a lot of it is posed in forms of questions to ask yourself, which might be overwhelming if you just want to read through the guide casually.

What I’m going to focus on instead is a list of core questions you can ask yourself while analysing character voice that you can then turn around and apply to your own work. It’s by no means an exhaustive list of every question you could or should ask yourself when listening to dialogue or writing it, but my hope is to cover a wide range here to give you enough angles to work with.

Last disclaimer is that I’m a white, English-speaking guy for whom English is my first language — we all have personal biases in terms of how we process language use and conversation, but as a white first language English-speaker, my biases are more likely to be accepted as truth or default without further examination.

Part of the reason crafting strong voice is so important is because of the ways language use and accent particularly can be policed and targeted for prejudicial reasons, and one of the things it’s important to be cognizant of as writers from any background, but particularly as white EFL (English First Language) writers, is harmful stereotypes and stigma associated with certain accents, dialects, and vocal tics. It’s not just bad, lazy writing — it’s alienating to readers who may be from those backgrounds or have those tics, and can uphold harmful misrepresentations that bear no similarity to real life.

So, the five sections are:

how a voice sounds I (tone, pitch, texture, volume)

where a voice comes from (accent and dialect, as influenced by the character’s background, age, class, time period, etc)

what a voice says (choices made in speech, including character expressions, language use, direct versus indirect communication, personality)

how a voice sounds II (speech patterns, filler words, verbal stims, tics, repetitions)

what a voice means (values communicated in speech, additional information that can be inferred from speech analysis that isn’t just from accent and slang)

These sections are loosely grouped and all of them will and do have crossover, each of them impacting the other, but splitting into sections just makes things easier to digest than a big wall of text.

#dialogue #writing dialogue #writing advice #writing #it would have been wonderful if i could have uploaded this directly to tumblr but tumblr absolutely refused #idk if it's bc there were too many links maybe?

[omgkalyppso]

I'm digging through my OC meme tag so hopefully you haven't answered these lol

Is Étoile particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

Is Étoile romantic in the traditional sense?

How closely is Étoile's opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Does Étoile see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Thank you for the ask! 💜🌹🌈 I don't recall being asked anything like this previously. 🥺💙 How sweet!

Is Étoile particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

They have the confidence to give compliments, but not always to flirt with others. When motivated to flirting, I think they're good at it. They're definitely practised, mostly in their last forty years. They were interested in being able to initiate casual connections, and circumstance resulted in a few lingering relationships that also needed tending.

Is Étoile romantic in the traditional sense?

My instinct to this is to say no. They would say 'I love you,' only rarely; and they wouldn't be motivated to engagements, marriage, or even dedication.

They like using romantic language? Having "romantic" outings, like dancing and stage performances. But the former is reserved for certain partners only and wouldn't extend to all of their romances, and the latter can be enjoyed with friends regardless of actual romance.

No, not in a traditional sense; bearing in mind that I've mentioned in another post that in an extremely specific possible post-canon circumstance when they think they're going to die they'd ask Astarion for a handkerchief with some of his perfume and that they're just a slip and a fall away from being considered a romantic through a more broad lens.

How closely is Étoile's opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Does Étoile see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

It's crazy to only realize this when asked, but yeah. They wouldn't think so, and don't conduct themself in a way that makes it obvious, I think, but the anxiety of 'not being everyone's cup of tea' (including the uncertainty that certain sexual acts or public activities would be better enjoyed by a partner (prospective or long-standing) with someone who was more masculine, feminine or androgynous) does hit them sometimes.

And then Shadowheart's gentle barb about them looking "more substantial" in the epilogue would sting a little. I had Étoile tell her that she looked good too because I'd like to think the fantasy world actually escaped the clutches of fatphobia, but Étoile would be embarrassed about their weight and their size (the game brings such attention to Halsin's) in the right circumstances.

They appreciate feeling appreciated by their partners, despite how they might sometimes feel like no one's fantasy; covering that up with their strength, a strict personal conduct and literal layers of clothing.

#oc tag: étoile

[omgjumin]

Congrats. Saw ur event and I wanna make a request.... Gen neutral omega reader (fem bodied) x Alpha! Gojo Satoru + smut prompts 15 + 23 + 29.

Thank u 💖💖😭😭

his favorite excuse! gojo satoru

summary: gojo wants to be around you all the time whether you're working or not, so you decide to have fun with it

tags: kind of voyeurism?? blowjobs, oral m! receiving, fem! reader, reader is also a sorcerer, uhh i think that's it

notes: i honestly have no idea how to write alpha and omega fics so i went off of the idea im so sorry but hopefully this still fulfills ur request!!

gojo satoru who is just so serious and stoic when riding to one of his missions. to be correct, it was your mission to start with. satoru just happened to tag along. "i wanted to turn this mission into 'nothing will go wrong' to 'absolutely nothing will go wrong.'' which is satoru's favorite excuse in order to get out of his own work. so as proposed, satoru is sitting right next to you. but what's the fun if your boyfriend is going to attend but not keep you company? 

gojo satoru is bored. he promised you before you left that he would be quiet and not distract you while working. though you were on the clock, you weren't currently working. besides satoru is so attractive sitting there, unbeknownst to him, man spreading as he looks out the window. slowly, you inched your hand onto his thigh. grabbing it with a slight squeeze. shooting a small smile to the confused man, you began to trace shapes onto his leg. as each minute passed, you inched your hand closer and closer to his groin. "what are you doing?" satoru questioned, his voice kept low. "what do you mean? can i not lovingly touch my boyfriend?" satoru only let out a low chuckle before shaking his head. "stop distracting me." such cliché words coming from him. you rolled your eyes, continuing your actions.

deciding to get bolder, you reached your hand over and unzipped his pants. satoru's eyes were covered yet you could feel his piercing gaze on you which served as a warning. "shhh, be quiet." you whispered into his ear. squeezing your hand under his boxers, you freed his arising cock. leaning over, you wrapped your hand around the base before attaching your lips over the tip. painfully slowly, you moved your tongue across the slit on the top. your warm tongue swirled around the mushroom-like tip before taking all of him in you. gojo satoru isn't a sensitive guy, never was, however now he was severely struggling to keep quiet just from having your mouth on him. satoru's surroundings became conscious to him. though there was a divider, separating the front from the back, satoru couldn't help his dick twitching when he could be caught at any moment. almost as if you were mocking his desires, you moaned around his cock, creating a vibration stimulation. how your lips were enfolded around his dick, your hands gripping his thigh, and your eyes so innocently batting at satoru, made it all so more difficult to contain the moan held in his throat. "fuck, princess, you're going to get us caught." it was then you began to suck harder, hands instantly wrapping around the inches that couldn't fit in your mouth.

"oh god." satoru moaned before spilling his cum into you. there was a first for everything and getting a blowjob in the back of ijichi's car was one of them. "what was that?" your boyfriend asked as he quickly regained his self-posture. "just wanted to." satoru chuckled once more before repeating your actions from only 30 minutes ago. "now be a good girl and spread your legs for me, hm?" he hummed as he grabbed the inner side of your thigh to keep them pushed open. "no panties?" satoru could tell from then you planned this all along, as soon as he got in the car. "well, i do need some entertainment to keep work fun, don't you think?" it was now satoru's turn to roll his eyes. it would only be 10 minutes till you arrived at your mission site, so satoru would just have to make use of that time well. 

#gojo is so fucking hot #scrumptious even #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru smut #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru scenario #gojo headcanons #jujustu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen gojo smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #omgjumin

[zosociologist]

"Dating (& re-dating) Till Lindemann Would be Like..."

Till x Black!F!Reader - (A/N: I've rewritten this twice and deleted them both, I'm down horrendous for this man pls send help)

Warnings: you know the usual, my little smutty one to two liners because I'm too pussy to write a full fic🙄

P.S.: 💫WwaBRiM💫 but everyone is welcome to read(:

YOU two🙄

Folks genuinely wondered why you separated anyway

You two clearly had unfinished romantic business😒 y'all have a kid together for fuck sake😩

But we'll get there, we'll get there!

Okay so for starters, you two met way back when in the 90's when Rammstein was a few years old and YOU were an up and coming (and FAST) music journalist.

You were set to cover an article about this "arson-obsessed rag-tag group of robot-like neo-kraut rock-industrialists" (your boss' words not yours) and you found yourself drawn to the occasion

You were tasked with the duty of flying out to Germany for a music festival, where you'd touch base with the whole group, hopefully, and if that didn't work out, whichever one of the band mates you could interview and cover enough informational ground to make a pretty decent article.

Luckily for you, room and board was covered because a good friend of yours whom you attended college with resided in one of the quaint countryside towns, where you'd stay during your trip.

So the day came for the interview to take place in which your friend accompanied you and enjoyed the various attractions and doubled as your translator while you tried to do your job and LOW AND BEHOLD, the entire group was unable to show, except two members. One of their guitarists, Paul, and the frontman, Till.

You found a tented area where festival noise was subdued enough for you to make out your voices in the tape recordings, so that the interview could be carried out like a regular conversation among friends almost.

The interview with Paul went swiftly and your friend acted as a great translator even garnering some moments and laughter from both gentlemen.

The paradigm shift happened when you were starting with a question to ask Till and your friend to translate....when he responds to you directly, saying that "A translation is not needed, respectfully. We can talk."

You don't know WHAT exactly happened to you in that particular moment, but what you DID know is that you suddenly remembered it was the middle of June and 88°F outside.

You started to feel eyes on you as if there weren't any watching before, you felt like a fourth wall was broken.

Paul being done with his part of the interview, excused himself to go check his equipment, and your friend catching on and being your #1 hypeperson left to go "fly-fishing".

So there you were, in a tent, sitting across from this aurally intimidating man, with a coffee table and tape recorder separating you two. It generally didn't mean anything, but it felt? Like? Something?

So you get back on track to start talking about the group, their previous and individual projects, upcoming gigs and digs, things of that nature.

Then you went out on a whim and began asking him about his hobbies, ethical views and pet-pieves, favorite literature, and other things that you had no need for in the article, because honestly you got all the information you needed a while ago...you just enjoyed talking to him.

Deep down Till knew this. He appreciated it, calling you his most amicable interview to date. He found your presence soothing.

You two lost track of time and continued to talk as the sun began to go down and the group was set to go on in an hour and a half. But that didn't really stop either of you.

By this time, the tape recorder was handed to your friend, and you both were accompanied by Till to the Band's tent where every one got settled and ready for their performance slot, and you and Till were still talking through it all, actually right up until the very moment Rammstein had to go on stage and perform.

You got to witness the duality of his personality and mannerisms in real time from the sidelines, and my my, was it bewildering.

A month had passed by too fast and you both thankfully exchanged information to keep in touch. But unfortunately oceans can be a bit of a conflict.

It wasn't until you were at yet another rock festival interviewing a totally different band that you would run into him again, in total disbelief. Mostly due to the fact that the roles were reversed and now he was on your side of the pond.

You two were gunning for the same magazine laying on the bar counter in the diamond vip area, the magazine that had the published conversation between you two somewhere among the pages.

You two kinda just stared at each other for a moment. Just, wordless. No jesters. That is until you both simultaneously pulled each other in for a kiss, which turned hungry very fast. Almost like you forgot you were in a lounge with constant people traffic.

And after all you were still trying to appeal to each other as if you were still giving off first impressions.

That is until you two found an empty bathroom stall and all the professional upkeep went out of the door, pride and all.

There you were, bent over a sink with a hand over your mouth and him warning you, "Du bist nicht gehorsam, sei still oder ich werde aufhören". Long story short: You couldn't keep quiet, but he in fact, did not stop(:

Everything kinda fell in place for you two after that. Schedules were sorted out and you two found time that you probably didn't even have.

Whenever Till traveled to the states and was in your area he'd phone you to let you know he's near.

You'd have the place looking all cozy and homely, your own little safe haven.

Till likes your bed, and NOT just because he's had you on it six ways to Sunday and in several sinful and erotic ways....quite the contrary.

Your bed is sacred to you, in the sense that you wouldn't allow someone you don't trust or feel comfortable with to dwell in it. It's also like your thinking nook, so he lays his head on your lap and twirls his hair as he looks out of the window in deep thought while you read his poems he gave you to look over.

You paint sometimes, and he likes to interpret your pieces. And if he REALLY likes it, he'll write a little think piece to go with it.

You both are kiiiinda angsty due to your respective upbringings but y'all agreed that it somehow influenced a lot of work and artistry that you two have put out in the world, and you're all the better for it. Alternative therapy, you call it.

Never a dull moment between you, and if the moment seems dull to others, it's because they're outsiders looking in and you two are merely enjoying the beauty of each other in 💫silence💫.

When you visit Till in Germany it's like a neverending field trip.

You guys visit his favorite local markets in his town & his frequent bookstores

*y'all even went to a sex dungeon before but that's neither here nor there👀*

You lay out in grassy meadows & skinny dip in lakes & eat fruit clad in underwear sitting in his back patio while the radio plays Tears for Fears throwbacks from the decade prior while you mop the floor with him in UNO, playing with 21 cards each instead of 7 because "fuck the rules, they're meant to be broken and re-written when there's only 2 players" (his words not yours).

You knew everything was set in stone truly when you were introduced to his girls, this was your right of passage and you loved that he felt comfortable enough to share that part of his world with you.

Which is why when it was all said and done, you two realized that the reason you separated for a year or so was because you thought your little support system would eventually come crashing down.

[BREAKUP HEADCANNON BONUS]

Which definitely wasn't the case.

The fear of honest, vulnerable communication and not wanting to be let down and left to survive flooded the better judgment of the both of you.

You two re-kindled your relationship in the most cinematically poetic way possible....

With you, in his dressing room alone while you interviewed him for a sold-out Rammstein concert.

And that sly silvertongued man, tried to wholesomely co-parent his way into your pants:

"Did Cozette's earache go away yet?" "You left our baby's moisturizer back at my place" "Come with us to the zoo tomorrow"

(it fucking worked, surprise surprise!)

So you two were back on the love train like you never hopped off in the first place.

You two are definitely cute together, BUT your child is even cuter, your friends agree and so do the rest of The Boiz™️, Till is pretty sure he witnessed Flake shed a tear when he was putting your baby's hair into little puffs once.

Wholesome couple all-around, DIABOLICALLY sexual sometimes (bought a shirt that says "Motherf*cker" and will wear it out when hanging with you for laughs)....but STILL WHOLESOME none the less!

#When I tell yall.....this wasn't gonna make it out of the drafts😩 #till lindemann #till lindemann fanfic #rammstein fanfiction #tillepathy #my writing

[the-floodhouse]

Hello.

Welcome to the small rainy town of Mourningtide. There is little to do here, especially for bored young people on summer vacation. Little to do except explore, that is.

(everything that follows is OOC)

Hi! This is Icarus (@/icarianangel)! This is my collaborative multimedia project that I will be turning into a book when (if) it ends. Turn back if you don't want to participate, or just read it as it goes along!

PLOT INFO

This story is the tale of three teenagers (and some other characters, to be introduced later). Their names are Olivia, Noah, and Zilli. You can read about them in the character page or in the tag "the cast".

The tale takes place in the town Mourningtide, as mentioned above. This is a standard rainy, miserable little town, à la old detective stories. It is, however, a bit magical, as you will soon find out. Another important detail is that everyone in this world has object/animal heads, in the style of weirdcore. This is just a stylistic choice, but it will be mentioned. Each character's head type will be mentioned in their bio and art will be posted occasionally.

If we zoom a bit closer in, the story truly takes place in the Floodhouse, for which this blog and the story itself is named. This is a large abandoned manor house on the edge of town. You don't need to know anything else about this yet, as all will be revealed when the story begins.

PROJECT INFO

The Floodhouse will be told through a combination of story snippets, polls, asks, art, and potentially videos, as well as whatever else may come to mind in the moment. It will, for the most part, be linear, so if you are new, you can simply go to the first post and read from there!

It will be told through audience participation as much as possible, see please vote on polls, reblog and comment on posts, and send in asks! Through this, you can shape the story to your ideas! I know it can be scary to participate in things like this, but trust me, we will do our absolute best to make sure whatever you send in is used and we love seeing stuff from you!

The only rules for submission/interactions are:

No hate speech or cruelty of any sort

No NSFW as of the moment (the characters and the mod are minors so it's just kinda weird)

Make sure to specifically state if something you say is OOC (for lack of a better word), or it will not be taken as such

This should hopefully be obvious but, no soliciting or promotion on here? That's not what this is for lol

And that should cover all the bases for rules!

The blog will hopefully update quite a bit, but keep in mind I am still in school and have a life outside of tumblr (shocking, i know /sar)

Last but not least, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR IDEAS AND INTERACTIONS BEING PART OF THE BOOK. I can't guarentee that it will ever be published, but I WILL be turning this into a full length story when it is over (date not set, it ends when it ends). I will do my best to credit everyone, but it's obviously very hard when this is being run through tumblr of all places, so keep this in mind when you interact.

For new players:

Read this post (you're at the bottom, so hopefully you already did)

Look through the character bios

Read through the past posts, or dive straight in if that's your thing!

Send an 👁️ to get a description of the current surroundings of any of the characters (if you don't specify it will be chosen randomly or all characters will be picked)

Send an ask, reblog a post, comment, etc! Just interact how you feel like interacting, and help us continue the story!

Lastly...

Thanks for playing!

#TAG SYSTEM: #the cast #<- for characters #ooc info #<- updates and general info #mourningtide tribune #<- the news #❔ #<- asks #❕ #<- polls #the setting #<- places #THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS THE STORY CONTINUES

[mittensmorgul]

Okay, let’s try this again! I’ll be placing a bulk order of my fic, Write First Then Read, from the printer in early November. I won’t know final total cost until all orders are collected, since the printer offers volume discounts on printing, and adding more copies to an order doesn’t appreciably increase shipping costs from the printer to me. So the estimates on cost given here are likely on the high side for US residents, possibly a little on the low side for international residents. But! I will be providing a concrete final total to everyone based on exact shipping to them as the printing date draws closer.

I won’t ask for payment until after the interest survey window closes on November 2, 2022.

Since tumblr is weird about including links, I’m not sure if this will make it into the tags where everyone who might be interested will see it... so please feel free to spread this far and wide to anyone who enjoys holding huggable copies of fanfic!

Again, everyone will be charged my exact cost, so this is just an estimate for now and how that breaks down. Price details and the interest survey link below the cut:

Printing a single copy costs $5.54 but the printer, again, offers a volume discount so this could drop depending on how many people want a copy.

Shipping from the printer to me depends on number of copies ordered, but a single copy cost me $5.59 to ship. Out of curiosity, I wondered how much it would cost to ship 50 copies, and it was only $25, so again, a substantial savings upfront to order multiple copies. This total will vary based on how many books I end up ordering, and I won’t have a concrete estimate based on that number until I have a number to estimate on. :’D

Shipping from me to you is the biggest variable. First is the cost of packing supplies (envelopes, labels, etc. that will vary a bit if I’m able to buy them in bulk. But I want to use a quality mailer to avoid damage to your book! I’m estimating about $1 per package right now, but again, this could be less.) I’ll be using USPS first class mail. Within the US, I can ship Media Mail, which is only $3.49.

Outside the US, postal rates will vary by your location. I’ll confirm that cost with you before you have to commit to ordering.

Handling things this way saves you money, since I don’t have to cover online store fees, etc. Hopefully this makes things easier for everyone.

All that said, if you would be interested in owning your own copy, please fill out the survey right here!  The sooner the better, since this is primarily for gauging how many copies I need to order and giving accurate final totals to everyone. I won’t collect payment or your exact shipping details until November 2, so you don’t even have to worry about that today.

And thank you to everyone in advance!

#spn fanfic #destiel #write first then read #huggable version now available!