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barleyo · 8 months

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Love Machine. (Part Two)

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader

A/N: Sorry for the wait! It took me a while to brainstorm ideas for this. Plus, I’ve been super busy lately! However, I have been trying to keep myself out of another hiatus, so, here I am with another fic! Hope you all enjoy, I love you all a whole bunch :)

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: Oral (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, p in v, spit play, hair pulling, sex doll/android, slight degradation, kinda some objectification (?)

Leon became a permanent fixture in (Y/N)’s sex life. She had practically disregarded every other toy she had; none of the cute, little vibrators in her top drawer could do the job for her anymore. She needed something real– well, sort of real.

The longer she owned him, the more attached she got to him, and the less ashamed she became of having him in her possession. She even started to see him as more of a boyfriend, going as far as to keep him almost always on, allowing him to walk around her home freely.

“Can I? I mean, I don’t know if it’ll do anything for you, but….” (Y/N) was already on her knees, sitting right between Leon’s legs while he sat on the plush couch’s cushion.

“Everything you do does something for me,” he quickly interrupted, running his hand over the cold metal of his belt buckle, a shining addition to the pants she had found for him soon after bringing him home. “Everything.”

Her hands flew up to replace his own. Using the pad of her thumb, she forked the belt open and unzipped his pants. His cock was already stiff and unconstrained, with no boxers to cover the length.

“Ah,” her lips parted slightly at the sight and her tongue darted out quickly to wet them.

Leon wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it lazy strokes, watching as her eyes focused on the leaking head. “Hm? Look, it’s ready for you,” he said, a huff escaping his nose as he held back a chuckle.

She tried to lean forward to place a lick over the top, but he stopped her. His hand gripped her hair gently and forced her to look up at him.

“Hey, I’ll guide you, yeah?”

(Y/N) nodded and felt him loosen his grip, but still keep her in place with his hand. Taking the other hand, he smeared the head of his cock over her lips, coating them in a thin sheen of his pre. Her tongue slipped out again, tasting the glossy saltiness, and keeping her tongue out for him.

“Oh, that’s cute, baby. Keep that tongue out for me.”

Leon tapped his heavy tip on her tongue, smiling inwardly at how she tried to curve her tongue to coerce the full length into her mouth. He complied and pushed her head down quickly. Her throat constricted around his cock for a moment before she adjusted.

She looked at him through her eyelashes as her spit started to dribble down his length and down her chin. Her jaw already ached at how wide her mouth had been split to fit him, but she powered through, eyebrows drawing together and eyes pricking with tears. Pressing her head down one more time before letting her go, he groaned at the tight, warm, wet fluttering of her throat, desperate for air.

“Christ, Leon,” she said with a choked gasp, “didn’t know it’d be that rough.”

“Rough? (Y/N), you don’t even know what rough feels like, you big baby,” Leon said with a dry laugh, clearly trying to get a reaction out of her.

“Yes, I do, and that was it.” She rose up and sat over one of his thighs, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Couldn’t even breathe.”

“Well, if you really wanna have the air knocked outta you,” he teased, slightly moving his head and turning to show his dial the best he could.

“Oh, hell no, you already wear me out enough as it is, Leon.”

“Aw, c’mon, I bet you’ll like it, if you try it.” He tilted his head to the side and offered her the dial again.

(Y/N) pursed her lips for a second while she thought and hovered her fingers over the dial. “Okay, but you have to at least try to be easy with me.” She bit the bullet and switched the dial to rough mode.

“No promises.”

Leon’s eyes blanked out for a split second, and a red light flashed out from them as he rebooted. For a moment, they just looked at each other, and he only acted when she tried to call out to him.

“Leon–?”

“Been too easy on you, baby.” He pushed her off of his lap and onto the couch, trapping her under his weight. “You getting soft on me? Can’t handle it when ‘m a lil mean?”

“N–no, Leon,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes averted from his. His gaze felt stronger now, she could feel him piercing through her with every look.

“Don’t lie to me. You can’t even look me in my eyes, can you? Hey,” he called, gripping her chin and making him look at him again. “Look at me when I talk to you, you know better, hon.”

She tried to respond, but she couldn’t force herself to. Her mouth and eyes went dry. Leon sighed, his breath short and warm as he pulled her body down to the other end of the couch.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll use your mouth ‘til you have somethin’ to say.” He hovered over her face with his thighs on either side of her head. Without any hesitation, Leon bottomed out in her throat, feeling the back of it. It was smooth and warm against his shaft, and the squeezing of (Y/N)’s choked gurgling only prompted him to fuck it harder. “Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “there, sweet girl. Got such a nice mouth, feels so good wrapped around me. Could use you like this forever.”

She reached up and grabbed onto the thick muscle of one of his thighs, bracing herself for his pace. He pulled out after a moment, moving down so that he had her trapped still, legs caging around her hips. She whined and coughed a bit, grimacing at Leon’s smirking face.

“All that cryin’ n’ moaning needs to stop, baby. Are y’ready to be a big, tough girl f’me?”

(Y/N)’s voice was croaking and wheezy as she spoke. “Yes, I can do it– can be good for you,” she said.

“Good.” Leon was already pulling her pants off of her, tossing them far over his shoulder. He placed her legs over his waist and slotted himself between them. He let his thumb trail over her clit, just barely touching it. His other hand gripped and held her hips down while she tried to inch them up into his whispering touches. “No, stop all that. I’ll give you what I think you need.” He added a bit more pressure, enough to have the full pad of his thumb pressed against the little bud.

“Please, I need more. Can you fuck me, please?” She impatiently wrapped her legs closely around him, forcing his hand away from her cunt, but pressing his cock right against it.

“You’re so needy, baby,” he cooed, giving into her and rutting his tip through her slick. “How bad do you want it, huh? How bad?”

“S–so bad, fuck, c’mon, don’t tease me.”

He pressed his lips against hers roughly, gnashing their teeth together and slipping his tongue over hers. There was no softness in the exchange, only rough, red-hot pleasure. Leon finally pushed inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, despite her begging, the feeling of him pushing into her cunt was unexpected. He fucked into her mouth with his tongue while he started to burry himself deep inside of her.

Pulling away from the kiss, Leon was slowly pulling in and out of (Y/N)’s pussy, observing how her face contorted. “Open, (Y/N).”

Her eyebrows were furrowed a bit, a reaction to the sudden sharp thrust from him. She parted her lips and let a moan bubble in her chest when she felt his spit hit her tongue.

“Swallow. Swallow, dirty girl,” he urged, eyes glued to her mouth as he watched her hold it in her mouth greedily. She swallowed it and opened her mouth again to him, showing him the proof. “Good girl, you listen to me so well when you want to,” he said, caressing her face softly.

She nodded and bit down on her bottom lip. A soft, content sigh left her. Leon was being relatively gentle with her, until he felt a sharp squeeze from her walls.

“How’re you already close? I haven’t hardly done anything to you,” Leon said, trailing his hands down to her waist. He held onto her sides, hard enough to bruise later, and moved her body down on his cock, sliding her up and down like a toy. “If you’re gonna cum, you might as well cum nice n’ hard, yeah?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, and instead scooped her into his arms briefly while he laid on his back. She sat, straddling him, waiting for him to move her body. She took possession of his shoulder, digging her nails into the skin while he brought her hips up and down, bringing her to the very tip of his cock, and slamming her back to the base with brutal strokes.

She couldn’t last very long, soon throwing her head over his shoulder and gripping his blonde hair in her fingers, pulling at his scalp tightly with a deep, guttural moan. Thin globs of her arousal dripped down his cock and onto the couch, leaving wet spots over the fabric.

“Oh, that was a good one,” he said, feeling his cock kick in her, prodding at her g-spot and overstimulating her. He shifted his hips upward in a ruthless strike against her tender, abused pussy.

“Fuck, Leon, too much,” she mewled, leaning back to look at him again. Her face was flushed and sweaty, eyes heavy and lidded from her orgasm.

“No such thing,” he said, pushing her down on the couch again, holding her weak arms above her head and rutting into her. “This time, I wanna see your cute lil’ face when you cum. Can you do that for me? Hm, baby?”

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eletaniaaa · 5 months

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I want to do some kind of year in review. 1) I am far too chaotic for any sort of organized template. These are some of my favorite screenshots I've taken this year. I know I'll never get a ton of notes on what I post, but they've brought me joy. (On the subject of notes, the two most popular posts I've made since I joined tumblr are the most low effort trash and they don't bring me joy, but that ironically does make me laugh.)

Beginning of the year I made an unofficial decision (compulsion?) to focus on my fav OC, my sith inquisitor from swtor. It's become kind of a project seeing where I can stick her. She inspired me to write more, first with swtor then cyberpunk, which is partially why I became so attached. That and I put a lot of myself in her. I will say I have uhhh a weird relationship with my asian heritage? I ended up deleting Ixaphia 1.0 at some point because she reminded me too much of my mom (it was the hair, that hair had to go!) Not to get too real on main, but I think she might have helped me unpack some stuff I didn't even realize were a thing.

For 2024 I'd like to overcome the feeling that I'm wasting my time here posting my little pictures like a sad racoon who is too lazy to make gifs. It's a weird struggle of wanting to share and talk to people but also not wanting to put even the most vague personal details out there. See me, but do not perceive me. It's going great!

As for writing this year, I write sporadically, usually when blorbo thoughts threaten to start leaking out of my ears if I don't get it out. It's not something I share but @meonlyred has been subjected to the p o rn, bc what are friends for. I'm sorry and/or you're welcome. Not ready to put that into the void, but I will throw up the first few paragraphs I ever wrote for my Viktor Vektor fic in hopes that 2024 I actually finish the thing.

Jackie walked over to the punching bag Vik had hanging in the corner of his basement clinic and bounced back and forth giving it a few casual jabs. The man was a hulking fridge of perpetual energy. He sauntered over to some knick-knacks on a shelf and began rearranging them.

“I'm telling you Vik, she won't admit it, but V is sweet on you. I can tell.”

Viktor didn't look up from the equipment he was cleaning. The basic tools of every NC ripperdoc, plus a few he had custom modified for himself. Half the appeal of working back-alley was doing the job better than the corpo wage slaves tied down by miles of red tape. Besides the tiny tremor in his hand, a little souvenir from his boxing days had washed him out of the possibility of trauma team--even if it could be mitigated.

“Nonsense, Viky. You'd be good together! Me and Misty and you two, think of the double dates. Basically what we do already, just make it official-like.”

This time Viktor did stop what he was doing and looked up at his friend over the glasses half-slid down his nose. He took them off and rubbed his temple.

“Jackie--”

He was mercifully interrupted by the metallic clank of the door, before he found himself having to explain yet again why him and V were a bad idea.

“Sorry, Jack. Got an appointment. Still on for tonight? Malone v Hernandez. Fridge is stocked.”

“V will be there too, yeah?”

At the look Viktor shot his way he held his hands up in concession. “Okay, okay. I'll see you tonight. But think about what I said!”

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sparklecryptid · 16 days

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moose intro v 2.0

it's been two years since my last intro post, time for a new one I GUESS.

edit 14/05/2024: if you're here for the book post i have muted notifications for it HOWEVER yeah i started writing it. its tagged here. side stories will be made available on either paetron or ko-fi (eventually).

kofi link

ao3 link

patreon link

basics: i'm moose, i have been moose for 10+ years, i am over 21 and my pronouns are any, and thats all you need to know

currently attending uni to get my library tech diploma (which yes is an actual THING in canada thank you) will be going on to finish my BA while working and then eventually get my MLIS

I Like Fibre Arts (Knitting, Crochet) I'm teaching myself how to spin too

I have many opinions on many things. I do not tag for those opinions. If you follow you will see those opinions at some point.

I am disabled. Physically I got stuff going on. Mentally I also got stuff going on. Sometimes there will be stuff here about that.

i have MANY OCs but they only get their own tag if i get attached to them and decide that they are getting a fic.

i write what comes to mind. i am a fic writer. i do the fic thing.

i also have like two original writing projects im working on. for reasons.

one last point:

#intro post #pinned

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tommyssupercoolblog · 10 months

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HI i'm a tommyinnit factive and this is where I go feral !!! I have a misce submission sideblog called @justomegathingss as well but it's mostly inactive because no one ever submits to it lol

I co-host with my in system husband @septiccoffeefreak so we're in front 90% of the time, we're v clingy so we're always co-con or co front lol. I also write septicinnit fanfic w him and I draw fanart so,,,, both posts w us specifically and the general septicinnit RPF ship will be here. u've been warned!!

I have no DNI but I block freely!! I also am pro RPF and proship ("ship and let ship") so like,, if u wanna block me about that u should do dat- I don't post dark content really or consume it because I don't like to personally?? so that won't be on my blog!!! But it's worth noting I support people's right to MAKE that content.

BLOG NAVIGATION:

#i made a textpost

#asks

#tommy's og art

OTHER:

Commission Info

Printify Store

Youtube

Me and Seán's Ao3 account

Spotify

my old pinned (colourful!!! silly!!! beloved!!! but hard to read and even longer than this one) is under the cut for preservation

OK INTRO POST WHEE!!!!!!

Hewwo besties. hello girliepops. hello boys, hello gamers, hello homestuckers and evil little creatures it is me!!!! hi!!! HELLO hi hi hi!!!! a million hellos forever and ever and....

okay fine sorry, just one last hi: hi!! I'm a Tommyinnit factive in a system and I do art sometimes!! I also play a lot of animal crossing like way too much animal crossing like my autism has me in a chokehold i play it everyday. I use he/him pronouns :3. and I am MARRIED.

My husband, Seán, is a Jacksepticeye factive in the same system as me!! we cohost/cocon together and I love him SO MUCH and I infodump about him and his source sometimes so. BE WARNEDED!!!! his acc is @septiccoffeefreak if you want to go acknowledge how fucking cool and awesome he is which you SHOULD!!! We came up with the septicinnit shipname actually!!! And write the first fics for it!! So understandably I am absolutely FERAL about it like biting clawing going insane feral. my babygirl...

I don't hold myself to a blog theme but I tend to post a lot of decora and cutesy rainbow things on this blog, as well as memes and videos I found on my feed!!! and sometimes!!! if ur lucky!!! I post an omegaverse post!!! (check out @justomegathingss for more as well) or like an actual hot take on the universe!!! though again usually it is just reblogs of sanrio characters and decora fits lol. I also of course post a ton of my art and some original posts where I go feral about something or other and scream really really loud to my terrified (but intrigued and entranced) followers. expect the unexpected. be prepared for chaos

I have no DNI for my blog, but I will block u if I decide that having you unblocked makes my internet experience sucky in some way. this is my little corner of the internet an i will customize it in whatever silly way makes my brain go brrrr

The Magical Special Poggers Tags, with which you can Navigate my Blog:

#Tommy's OG ART wow - art i made!

#I made a textpost - a combo of original textposts, as well as reblogs I made with text on them!!

#asks - asks i received!!! (asks i sent to someone ELSE and am reblogging the response to would go under #I made a textpost)

If I reblog something without any art or text attached at all, that's gonna be untagged (usefully, anyway)- but I figure if you're hunting through my blog for a post it's probably not a blank reblog anyway.

For more information about me and links to my other socials, look at my Caard, Tommyfactive.carrd.co !!! it has a bunch or really poggers info and links to my pintrest and stuff so like u should totally look at it. U might get coolness poisioning from how cool I am though /j

Commission information Here!!

Printify Store here!!!!!

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ghostwise · 10 months

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Self-Rec Tag Game 🌹

Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Tagged by @palipunk and @isayashai thank you sm ;v; 💞 I will tag @s1ithers @coldshrugs @arcann @vlwv @ruushes if you like!

Something you absolutely adore:

Four Little Crows off to Meet the Maker :: This is chapter 1 of my Antivan long-fic, Quinta de Talpa, and it sets up Zevran and Hamal's quest to oppose the Crows while also serving as a 'marriage proposal' fic. I think it's a punchy start to a really long project, and I adore it! It motivates me to continue. :)

The door to their room opened before he could knock, and Hamal looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes heavy with lack of sleep. In one quick sweep, he took in the blood-stained clothes. Zevran shook his head. He pushed his way in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I may have… underestimated things.”

2. Something that was challenging to create:

For Suffering is Such a Part :: AO3 :: This is the first long-fic I finished, and it took me years to complete. I found it incredibly daunting to work on anything longer than 1k, but I was deeply attached to the story and couldn't get it out of my head; I dedicated myself to completing it for several months after picking up an old draft. It's set during the Nature of the Beast quest in Origins. I uh still think about it a lot o_ o;

“My! Aren’t you a poet!” Zevran exclaimed, laughing into his wrist. “Am I just a hunk of meat to you?” Grinning broadly at him now, Hamal settled down on one knee, amid beams of sunlight. “Vhenan, to me you are the spring thaw, and all that comes with it.” Zevran looked at him. He blushed to the tips of his ears. He would definitely have to think of sweet things to tell Hamal in revenge—but he was far more poetic in Antivan, and had been caught off guard, so for now he acquiesced. “The things you say,” he told him softly. “Fine, you win. I’m a spring thaw.”

3. Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably):

The Reading Stone :: AO3 :: I love writing silly banter, but I often worry it goes too corny. I fear making anything too tonally dissonant. With this one I just had fun with it, and wrote some ensemble goofiness in Orzammar. :)

“And as I said, there is no need,” Hamal retorts. “You all sound like Ashalle. I can get by just fine without glasses.”

“Not if we go by all those bruises you’ve collected, walking into corners,” Alistair tuts. “How do you manage in a fight?”

“An enemy is just a big shape. I simply hit it until it stops moving!”

“Maker…”

4. Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.):

All That Matters is That You've Kept on Living :: AO3 :: This was a sweet short piece between Zevran and Isabela. But it felt unpolished and I almost didn't post it! The response was very positive, I was happily surprised. I still feel I can expand on it. Maybe one day. :)They deserve so much love, two of my favorite characters.

Yanking her legs back she tucks them beneath herself and tackles him with a hug, affectionate but very much exasperated.

“You talk about your husband too much, Zevran! No one will ever want to sleep with you!”

Zevran draws in a sharp breath, then he collapses into laughter.

5. Something you want other people to see:

Not a Homecoming, But Something Like It :: AO3 :: Another fic set in Antiva. This one comes very close to being part of QDT, but ultimately it is able to stand alone. Adelmar is mentioned in FSISAP, too, but only through flashbacks. She's an important part of my extended worldstate, as she helps Zevran heal past traumas, and vice versa (she was a prostitute at the brothel he was born in).

“I’m so glad you’re doing well. So tell me,” she scoots closer and looks at him eagerly, “What sort of life did you have, after you were adopted?”

“Adopted?”

By the kitchen counter, Hamal catches the subtle edge in Zevran’s tone. He pauses, holding the knife in his hand as a lull falls over the kitchen table, but he doesn’t know enough Antivan to guess what’s happened.

What’s happened is this: Zevran and Adelmar came from the same place, and know enough about that life to instantly understand that a lie has been told.

“Oh,” Adelmar breathes after a moment. “You… you weren’t adopted.”

Zevran lets out a laugh. It’s his ‘stalling’ laugh, and now Hamal is looking over, arms crossed, searching his face for clues.

“I was not adopted,” he says.

#this is a fun tag game bc it encourages artists to hype up their work AND gives us a personal look at what creators love to make #giving you all flowers rn 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹#edit: just noticed the buggy text editor cut off the last section ough. fixed.

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fleet-off · 1 year

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Five favorite things about your latest fic, GO!

Eep! Thanks for the lovely ask, anon. So my favorite thing post-posting is all the ways people are pairing “this is bizarre” with compliments in the comments--variations on “strangest kink, somehow wholesome,” “compellingly odd and stunning,” “super weird, I love it,” “didn’t think I’d like this concept as much as I did.” I am so happy to have created something strange that connected with people.

But I think you’re asking about the fic itself, so! Here are five things I got jazzed about while working on won't give up these ghosts. (This...may get long. I am an analytical dork.)

1. Favorite Love Motif: Handholding

Sandalwood smoke tickles his nose and snakes into his lungs. The world is a narrow peninsula--the island of Pete’s body on the table and the familiar hand anchoring him to lands beyond.

For all the consuming, transformative, codependent ways Vegas and Pete love each other--sometimes they’re not very good at it! Figuring it out is a piecemeal process, and one I paralleled with the holding of hands.

Vegas fails to hold Pete’s hand during the faux-funeral. Pete attributes the struggle to lack of practice, but…his own lack of response isn’t helping. He isn’t reading Vegas’s signals--likewise when Vegas practically strangles his hand during the flashback, and Pete accepts his own numb fingers without recognizing the depths of Vegas’s fear.

Of course, Pete does eventually notice. During the aftercare, their hands skim without catching as they check each other for damage. Pete wraps Vegas’s fingers around the water bottle and makes him drink, Vegas grabs Pete’s wrist to get him under the blanket. They’re trying to care for each other’s needs without facing up to their own.

The sex scene contains indirect progression--Vegas ties Pete’s hands together in a prayer pose. The bondage works for both of them and constitutes handholding by proxy, since Vegas is the worshipper here. Pete becomes the shared vessel of their mutual existence.

Pete takes hand-holding initiative in the aftermath--a reciprocation that precipitates Vegas admitting what Pete’s pseudo-deaths do to him. They talk towards a solution, and--with the Great Coffin Compromise--finally manage to tangle their fingers comfortably. Vegas and Pete are learning to make it work.

2. Favorite Too-Clever (Pejorative) Line: Faux-Corpse Repose

Two spots of red bloomed in the man’s chest and gut. The body staggered and fell, performing the twitching dance of a corpse that doesn’t know it’s dead yet. […] So Pete lay on the floor of his and Vegas’s bedroom, limbs askew in the repose of a corpse that has recently received and accepted the news of its passing, and let all thought and emotion leak from his body into the carpet under his head.

Sorry, this juxtaposition always gets me giggling. It’s the sort of device that thinks itself moderately clever, when really it’s modestly clever at best. But this is fanfiction, and it does serve the story, so I allowed myself the indulgence.

…Also the line about how a hole is a hole, Pete’s is full and the grave’s empty, please let’s fuck. I thought I was going to have to cut that and I was so sad about it. It’s crass, it’s very Pete-practical, and it has about three rhetorical devices attached that lend it just this slight poetic edge. It makes me laugh an awful lot. (Thanks to Lily @theflowergirl for encouraging me to keep thinking on this line instead of cutting it!)

3. Favorite Scene Transition: Void

“It’s like being the only stillness in the world,” he said at last. “The wet sand digs into your feet, and the sea is this massive moving thing you’re not a part of, and all you can see is water and sky and dark. And it sees you, but there’s nothing there to see of you. You’re safe. You’re--a void.” *** Death is a void. Death is the bumps and jolts on the road out of Bangkok with Pete strapped across the backseat. Death is the sunbeams slanting through the car window and warming his shroud, and Vegas behind the steering wheel taking care of his body after its intended use has run out.

It’s cheating when there are only two scene transitions in the fic, but what can I say? I've been thinking more on first lines since I read @giraffeter's gorgeous last ten on an ask meme, and I think I managed to start each scene fairly strong in this story! And I am chuffed by the repetition-as-transition here and by this new-scene para more broadly. There's the juxtaposition between dark and light, between being invisible before a limitless sea and being the center of Vegas’s world…and then there’s the throughline--the void, the physical rocking, the safety.

4. Favorite Glimpse of Vegas-POV: Building the Bier

Vegas who loves breaking things and hates to see him broken; Vegas who lives in fear and awe of his shattering. Vegas’s stoic face, hidden from him as he laid the blindfold over Pete’s eyes and made a funeral bier of their dining table. The apology Pete never got to hear.

I loved slipping hints of Vegas’s read for this scene into the story, because parts of it vary wildly from Pete’s interpretations and Pete has no idea. “Made a funeral bier of their dining table” is one of those throwaway lines a Vegas POV would have absolutely fixated on. The significance of transforming the place where they eat, removing its purpose for the sake of a scene where Vegas starves himself to provide for Pete’s needs? Vegas would chew the fuck out of that idea! (And you just know he’d make some contradictory unholy communion of having Pete’s body spread across that table. So many doomed savior metaphors there.)

And because I still can’t help myself with the hole-is-a-hole line--second place is Pete knowing that Vegas must get something from the symbolism of laying claim to him beside the hole he dug to lay him in the ground. Because of course he does. Vegas is absolutely thinking “his body is the crypt, let me be buried here, let me be reborn in him” and a host of similar weird-ass thoughts.

5. Favorite Life Motif: Heartbeat.

Pete is alive as small things are alive the moment before the kill.

Ending with another motif! I threaded Pete’s heartbeat throughout the fic as the physical manifestation of the “buzz” of life. The first portion of the story is disruptions of heartbeat (buried by the blast of his gun, interrupted by the clicker). As Pete fades during the drive, his heartbeat is replaced by facsimiles--the pulse of the engine, the rhythmic thud of the shovel. Not coincidentally, both of these sounds correspond to Vegas taking care of Pete in his afterlife mental space.

Pete’s heartbeat roars back following his safeword, paired with the panic of realizing that the scene hurt Vegas. Then the sex scene marks a sharing of heartbeat--Pete offers “the pounding rhythm that rocks his soul.” This is set up partially via predator/prey imagery (sans any fear from the supposed “prey”), with Vegas biting at Pete's chest and the pulse in his neck. Pete’s heartbeat is overwhelmed at the climax by Vegas’s presence.

And yet! As the death roleplay was a simulation of death without dying, the sex scene is a simulation of dying without death, and all the more life-affirming for it. Pete’s lays Vegas’s head against his pulse in the after, giving him the chance to hear it. And where Vegas’s experience of Pete’s “death” was as his own dying, Pete now feels Vegas’s heartbeat and takes his turn as the simulated predator vampire-style by biting down on the pulse in Vegas’s wrist.

Thanks again for the ask, anon! This is probably more than you asked for, but I had a very fun time thinking on it. ^^

#asks #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic #fleet answers

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kaeyapilled · 1 year

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Tbh I really like the... what's the word. Stuffy??? (That's not quite right but it works) sort of sound Kaeya's eng voice has on the early quests and voicelines, though I think they may have tried to slightly up the animeness(?) of it in some later ones (which doesn't sound bad, either; just an observation). It's very human and feels more like a real, genuine voice than the [generic smooth playboy Femme Fatale: Guys Edition] voice some people seem to think of him with would have.

He is smooth and witty and charismatic sounding by design (both his own in-character and by actual marketing character design), and that's good, and I'm definitely not saying anyone talks like he does irl* - I just appreciate them letting him have that smidge of Some Real Guy voice too. It adds character distinction and charm. Like you can hear it some in the "Knight of Favonius" line I think?? That I do hear people talk like in my daily life.

It's interesting, actually; I'm not actually that familiar with most characters' other language voicings (this is extremely still a stupid gacha game (affectionate) and I have a life, hyperfixation be damned), or know enough about the languages to distinguish tone beyond the most obvious, but there are definitely character differences.

I do often see fans of the Kaeya's Chinese voice complaining about his Eng character being more flirty-toned and sadistic, when in it he's a bit more friend's-older-brother-coded (my own 'what I'm reminded of', though the older-brother-ness sentiment def isn't original to me) and pranksterish. And I saw someone joke at one point that Korean Kaeya is just too chill to be the Kaeya in their fic because he's too calm to be bothered by any of it.

One other example I'm familiar with is Childe: ENG shows anger really well, and is a bit more childish and hypocritical, but [I forgot which language but I think it was Chinese or Japanese?] Childe was more resigned and accepting of Sometimes Lying Happens Back To You, if still upset about it, and slightly more mature about that incident. (I looked into his because I saw someone saying they thought that made more sense with him being someone who had to tolerate the Abyss, and I got curious.) And Korean Childe sounds slightly more violent, in my opinion, at least on some of the more playful english lines.

...I mostly specified eng Diluc because I don't actually know anything about his other voices

I think all of the characteristics are interesting, of course, and I suppose they're all 'canon' in each language. In terms of fan stuff, I think it just depends on what the goal is! I just go by preference, but I have seen people specify what "language" of each character they're thinking of for stuff before, and even mix and match a few times.

*(related: while I was looking into the voice differences I happened across a clip where his VA was going on this whole thing about how much breathing the Kaeya Voice takes. It is literally so full of air - catch in universe Kaeya silently inhaling as much as he physically can every time no one's looking at him.)

i have several bones to pick with the english voice acting (and most of them have to do with with the goddamned anime-ness which i am, most of the time, not super fond of) but i actually really like kaeyas voice! particularly early game lol which is also a constant with genshin voiceovers for me.. what i really like about kaeyas eng voice is like. the cadence of his words. the rhythm of his speech. it sticks in my head and i keep repeating his voicelines to myself like a stim lol but anyway. once again i digress.

those are really cool details to know about! i had never looked into it before; im not familiar w like.. any of the other voiceovers (stupid gacha game (affectionate) and all that) (i thought about switching to a diff language a while back but i was too attached to kaeyas eng voicelines and that singlehandedly made me decide against it lmao) but i think it's pretty fun how the tone of the voice actor and the words chosen in translation can slightly change the characterization sometimes. i think the smooth talker flirtatious tone kaeya has influences a little how i imagine him, like, what sort of persona he displays to others, what he wants people to believe he is like, etc. in the end its all subtleties! and i love the idea of mix and matching these little characterizations when making fanon content because that is what fandom is all about babey

#i... did not shut up about kaeya this entire answer. sorry. this will happen again #thank you for the interesting ask anon!! love discussions like these #and also lol what you said about the kaeya voice and having to breathe a lot to do it #kaeya miscalculating the amount of air he'll need for his next sarcastic remark #having to take a pathetic gulp of air halfway through #successfully ruining the effect of his charms #anonpilled #kaeyaposting #(mostly)#meta/analysis

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thewatercolours · 2 years

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1. That ficlet of rippling consequences where no1 and no2 are bantering outside graham’s bedroom door is so lovely and warm and soft. They care so much. And anything you’ve written for frostburn ever - you nailed frosted graham’s character so completely and im just. In awe. I cannot compare.

3. Your interpretation of my blorbo graham is lovely - strong and capable and persevering even in moments of weakness. Always reaching for the light. Fills me with joy and is v inspiring when i mostly just knock him down

4. i love the way you write neese and graham’s relationship - they’re the most adorable couple. Couple goals. I wish to squish them. Loving and supportive and chaotic and sharp. You breathe so much warmth and life into them.

6. Ohhh that scene in GG where manny is telling graham to stay in the dark and the cold - and he doesn’t. He reaches for the light. I love that. I love him. I need more moments like that in my fics lbr

8. How very much like canon it feels. Seriously im jealous, it has the same mental palette as the game itself. I tend to just wander off in the reeds and im just in awe of your prowess. Are you sure you’re not a member of TOG’s team in disguise?

9. Goblin graham goblin graham goblin graham - especially more of my boy ashdown, im surprisingly attached to him. Goblin graham actually makes me anxious with how good it is, i have to steel myself in order to read it, its scary

12. I keep coming back to that stargazers fic, filled with hope and wishes for the future. I adore so very much and i need that.

Oh no - I forgot to reply to this, and it absolutely made my day when I read it! Honestly this warmed my heart like a cookie in an oven.

It's so kind of you to mention that guard scene! I don't often attempt putting more than one guard in a scene, because there's a certain magic to their dynamics that can be difficult to capture (some of you are pros at it, though!) I look at that scene and see room for growth, so it's encouraging that on some level I was on the right track! As for Frostburn - what can I say? You captured my imagination with your lovely writing in that AU, enough that I got over my tentativeness about writing in another person's fanon. You did that icy king so well I couldn't help but want to give it a try myself.

I love how we all have slightly different focuses in how we experiment with the same character. None of us have a formula. We're always breaking and expanding our own patterns. But we all have approaches we love, and yes, I do love sticking Graham in trouble but making sure there's always some small thing he can try (what can I say? I came to this game through the reboot, where there's always a way forward, not the classic era where you really should have picked up that one object during the 5 second window of time, and if you didn't, you are bound to wander that forest indefinitely with no way past the witch. My Graham always has options, even if said option is just climbing up and and down chains in an anachronistic elevator. Your Graham approach is awesome too - sometimes he has options, but he doesn't always have options, which is true to life and is an opportunity to explore from important ideas. He makes me feel tremendously, and think about how that's often the way in life - we can't make it on our own, and have to rely on our friends and loved ones and unmerited moments of grace to make it through. And when your Graham triumphs in the end, that ending is so marvelous and a great relief and it feels earned.

Ha, at first I wasn't going to write that scene with Manny, because it was in the embarrassed, concise outline, but in the end the prospect of writing it felt fun, so I went for it. It's the only GG scene thus far that's from the POV of those watching the mirror rather than someone in the scene, which also was fun to play with.

Uh oh, someone's finally on to me. Fine, you caught me. I am indeed a dev with the Odd Gentlemen. I'm the one who decided we wouldn't follow up on the dragon in the final chapters, designed the log decorating game and the "I'm going on an adventure" game, wrote all the wonderful quips about participation awards and messenger pigeons in Chapter Four, and saved you from having to play the scenes with Whisper and Acorn in Chapter Two. You're welcome - I aim to please. ;-)

Thanks for all the kind words. I haven't finished writing mine for everyone yet - I should do that!

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anondudeao3 · 2 years

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Figured I should continue to keep you guys updated on Broken!Verse

I have had another two epiphanies! It looks like, looking at my blog, I forgot to tell you about the first. I just checked my messages to one of my friends and the first epiphany was at little over a month ago.

I think I am getting very very close to sorting things out. I think this now means I have all of the later ones dealt with (maybe?) But Movie Night and the ones following soon after...I still don't really know. The first epiphany, and some advice feels like it's starting to tease at something but I just. Don't know yet. I don't know how to implement these things yet, and I feel like I may still be missing an important piece of the puzzle.

Anyway, the bad news is...exactly what I didn't want to happen is happening. Probably like...a good 80% of what I have written so far is not going to end up posted. That was what it finally was, one of the epiphanies was...well I will just explain how I got there:

I was writing a fic. I spent days writing a fic that was WAY too long like a man possessed. And it hit all the right spots, but when I thought about posting it, I realised that it was also...awful haha. The characterisation was horrid, and there were definitely other issues, and it was for a show I've never written for before but it's not because I don't know the show or understand the characters, I've watched it probably more times than I've rewatched ANYTHING. It was simply that this specific fic was EXACTLY what I wanted to read, and...the story was just not compatible with their characterisations. But I eventually came to the realisation that I didn't have to try to fix it up, and make it 'good', I could just have this fic for ME. It's okay to just write things for myself sometimes.

And after a couple weeks, now I out of the blue had the realisation that this perfectly applies to b!v, it feels like it makes sense, it feels right. I'm very attached to a lot of that writing, but a lot of it is just not good, but there are things I particularly love about it that hit just the right spot for me, so I can keep it just for myself and move on with creating a better b!v continuation that isn't bogged down by much of this tedium and madness without throwing anything away.

Anyway. Hopefully I can figure out the last bit(s) soon and start really working on rewriting Movie Night and the next ones coming!

#truth be told im exhausted and half asleep as i type this so i miammm #may edit later. oops #broken!verse #AD updates

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slutabed · 2 years

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I am feeling v emotional about my adhd this weekend and idk what it is (could just be my monthly emotions tbh who knows)

but idk it seems like one of those ~issues~ that people don’t take as seriously so I should just be over it and able to adapt and soldier on with it but I still have so many emotions attached to it for myself, past and present. i have so much anger and sadness and fear and pride and joy tied up with it and what it means for who I was as a child and who I will be and who I am now.

it’s really not easy and I have some friends who have a diagnosis and have meds and just live their daily lives hardly ever thinking about it. and then I’m here feeling like it affects each and every part of me and I feel like I must be faking it, then, if I’m the only one who feels this way.

but in some ways I see myself reflected (even if it’s just a character I love in a fanfic! who is on a lowered dose of stimulants in this chapter of the fic and is Struggling and Overwhelmed and realizing how hard it would be to do life without his support system) and i think maybe I’m not lying or faking or being over the top and maybe this thing does affect me a lot.

i couldn’t take my right dose of meds the past couple of days bc of a mix up with a new doctor and my prescription and a pharmacy so I was on a lower dose for a couple days, which made me feel absolutely unbearable to be around, and then I wasn’t on anything yesterday and today which was alright except today I got my period too and was just absolutely overstimulated by everything at the beach, the discordant music from competing boom boxes and the too-cold wind that didn’t quite mask the sting of the too-hot sun and the way my sunscreen melted into my eyes and stung. it was a lot on top of the pain from my cramps and when I got home my parents wanted to talk and I just. i tried but I had to go lie down for an hour just to recover from the day. and it feels ridiculous to feel so lazy and tired when my brain is going a million miles an hour but that’s how it is and I’m just afraid I won’t be able to sleep tonight and. idk I lost the point of this post at some point

#mich vents #adhd #it’s annoying bc I thought I wouldn’t be valid with just an anxiety diagnosis #and now I have my adhd diagnosis and I’m like oh that’s still too easy #i don’t deserve to struggle bc these are like the level one issues to have #everyone has them ergo no one does etc etc #my mother’s voice heavy in my ear #asking me if all my symptoms have to come from my adhd or if some of them are just the way I am #like yeah you have adhd but maybe you’re just over emotional and it’s not connected to it #maybe you’re just forgetful because you’re careless and not bc it’s a symptom of adhd #but I feel such tenderness for this character in this fic #i am so emotional for him and his struggle and I think I just want my own life to be in words #i want to be put on a page so others can have the sympathy for me that I so sorely need #or crave. it’s not that I need it I guess I want too much but #it’s what I want #idk

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21tailsofwoe · 6 months

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aside from arknights ships what are your favorite yuri ships ?

TBH i don't even have arknights ships i go hard for (i haven't had the brainworms strong enough to make content for them i appreciate them from afar) but OOOHHH BOY what a question to ask. you see me venture into a pristine pine forest and ask me to point out my favourite trees?

i have been obsessed with many ships over time but to save everyone and myself the trouble i'll talk about the three that currently plague my mind:

qi yan and nangong jingnu (jwqs): i am not kidding when i say they've permanently rewired my brain. yuri so "toxic" (that's what the new yuri buzzword is now i guess) they needed a million words to give them time to torture and destroy and rebuild each other. my attachment to jwqs mostly came from my carnal desires for qi yan, the main character, but gosh this ship is absolutely bonkers. this novel has permanently changed the way i write my characters and the kind of characters i get attached to. (special shout out to li yanru the masked person gotta be my second fictional favourite lesbian)

2. mary/bloody queen and vera nair/perfumer (identity v): a "rarepair" where the characters have never interacted with each other and have nothing to do with each other i just ship them because i fancy them individually as characters and then i wrote a fic that got the ball rolling and now that ball has gathered so much debris it has come crashing down on my life and ruined everything. after some recent lore happenings though this ship built on nothing but scraps has suffered a devastating blow but at least i have friends to indulge me to row this canoe. no scene of them interacting in the lore anything but have this picture of my maryvera plushies. that joke about ships being two dolls that you mush together to make yourself happy except that shit is literally true for me. I hate it here

3. qi shiyi and tang si (identity v): two idv ships because this game forms 67% of my personality. this time the ship is legit and rich with subtext (or as rich the subtext could get with idv characters). qi shiyi is a playable character while tang si is an npc mentioned in qi shiyi's backstory and is a major motivation for qi shiyi's motives. qi shiyi by herself is a very interesting and layered character (a retired assassin with a tragic story, found peace living a quiet life with tang si, till tang si was taken away from her) so it was about time I would fall for this ship. unlike maryvera this one should've had a greater following but alas, it doesn't. so once again I'm rowing a slightly larger canoe with like three other people. I love it here

#metalks #ask #also special shoutout to miorine/suletta #love them

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anachronistic-falsehood · 8 months

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👀👀👀👀👀 gimme as many as u wanna talk about i am sitting in the corner kicking my feet like masky marblehornets in entry 19

OOOOO U AND ROS HAVE BOTH SENT ME LIKE FIVE EYE EMOJIS OK. i gotta split this up evenly here we go

ohhhh i still have my fucking. sanders sides crime au. i had multiple fics planned for that series but i totally abandoned it. i will finish it eventually i think but the main fic is finished and that's what matters??? i guess??? idk i wanted to write a bunch of oneshots and such for it but. NOPE!!!! maybe someday tho, i got v attached to my version of the orange side and i want to write about him more i just don't know how to continue it at this point, i wrote myself into a corner here and i cannot get out

HOLY SHIT. MY OLD HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD BAND RPF FANTASY AU. WHAT THE FUCKKKK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW IT IN MY DOCS JUST NOW. oh my god i wrote one fic and then i planned out a sequel and then i fucking stopped writing it. at this point i might as well write out the scenes i had planned in my head and just post that with some fuckin sparknotes summary of the rest of it bc i HATE leaving shit unfinished even if it's for a fandom i don't participate in anymore. it was about the members of the band being magical heroes from an ancient fantasy society and it was really fucking cool AND THEY HAD DRAGONS AND AGHGHHH THE WORLDBUILDING WAS SO FUCKING COOL. I REMEMBER HOW COOL THAT SHIT WAS. i drew up a MAP of the world. i was INVESTED. AGH. i should finish it i really really should. also in the hollywood undead rpf fics i had a ghost hunters au. which is also still unfinished. i am not touching that thing again which sucks because it was SO silly and fun to write but i just have no interest in it anymore </3 also listen to hollywood undead. their music slaps. by the fucking way

MY CTNTDUO SOULMATE AU. i had so many fucking plans for that. i was going to have a whole fucking series where they slowly got accustomed to each other and their fates being intertwined after so long apart. i had so many scenes planned, including but not limited to: quackity teaching wilbur how to fly after being groundbound for 13 years in limbo, protecting tommy together once cdream escapes prison, going on the hunt for cdream after learning the full extent of what happened in exile, wilbur leaving for utah and quackity deciding to go visit him and having an annoyed but tearful and silly and incredibly psychocompetetive reunion <3 kinda sad i never finished it!!! oh well shit happens

what else we got. cfundy and yogurt centric oneshot collection!! was planning on continuing with it and having the las nevadas crew be babysitters for yogurt and engage in silly hijinks and shenanigans!!! i also planned for a cfundy and cwilbur reconciliation!!!! unfortunately i never continued it after the second oneshot. sad! oh well there's other stories <3

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #v sad i never got to some of these!!! they were v fun at the time #maybe someday....... but for now they will sit there and simply exist on my hard drive #ended up talkin a lot abt 3gun in response 2 ros's ask so if u wanna see where those fics went. the explanation is to ur left

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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You can totally call me dude!! I'm not picky about that stuff. For all I care about I could be called sir and I'd just vibe with it- being called ma'am is boring anyway Oh heck yea, I love me some comfy blankets!! And it will be fun, you got that right. And I'd gladly be stuck with you any day!! Although, I don't consider myself stuck with you, I consider myself blessed and graced by your presence :3 SDKGNSKGNSKF YOU DO??? YOU REALLY LIKE MY FICS?? And uh, not crack, but definitely my stupid emotions and thoughts and feelings if that's worth anything? Apparently that's strong and possibly addicting, you should see some of the reblog comments people attach! I either get warm and fuzzy or am apologizing profusely in my head AND YOUR KIDDING. You did what?! And you never notified me... Tsk tsk. I would've exploded to the moon and back and taken you with me because of how much i'd love you in that moment. PLEASE SHARE ASAP

Twas this fic here!! Hopefully the link works, tumblr likes to glitch sometimes and make links not work bc it's a bitch

I never call ppl ma'am unless it's part of a meme, it makes me feel like a Victorian man which may be s vibe but not the vibe I'm after lolol

And I definitely don't consider myself stuck with you either! I am privileged to know you and see both you and your writing ✨️ flourish✨️

HELL YEAH I LOVE YOUR FICS! I need to reblog more of them, I keep getting in my head about looking creepy or bothering ppl with a ton of notifs which is v much a me problem I need to work through. Also your emotions are not stupid!! Gonna start wagging my finger and tsking istg

#asks #undyingghoul #undying's corner

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thefuckinsandes · 3 years

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Night Out of Town

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, p in v, unprotected sex (no condom/birth control mention), alcohol, slight dry humping, fingering/masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), roleplaying

Word Count: 2296

A/N: Wrote this fic for a good friend of mine. Please enjoy and remember, wrap it before you tap it!

Friday nights were usually reserved for having genuine “me” time. Drinking wine, reading the latest novel, or just enjoying your latest show on Netflix. But instead of doing all of that, here you were at a bar, sipping on a margarita. You didn’t know what made you want to just get dressed in your finest clothes and done up, but the mood was there and so you did. You had a couple of guys come up to you with offerings of drinks and conversation, but none of them appealed to you.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You rolled your eyes, ready to tell the man that you weren’t interested, but you stopped. Sultry eyes were boring into your own and before you could even say anything, you were nodding your head. A grin appeared on the man’s face as he called the bartender over, ordering you another margarita and a beer for himself.

“So what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing out on a night like this?” He casually asks, looking at the empty seat next to you, waiting for the invitation for him to join you. With a nod of your head, he sits. His body is facing yours, giving you his full attention.

“Just thought I might enjoy a night out of town,” you told him, taking a drink.

“All by yourself?”

“I’m not by myself anymore, am I?”

A warm laugh erupts from him and it makes you feel warm, “Well you’re right about that. My name’s Santiago. What’s yours?”

You give him your name and you hear him repeat it. Hearing the way it came out of his lips made it sound like it was a sonnet, waiting to receive praise from those who may have been listening. You wondered what else those lips could do.

“Are you here with anyone?” You felt inclined to ask.

“Just a few friends, but their company can’t compare to the one that I am currently with.”

Oh, you liked the way he talked. Liked the way that his lips moved as it formed words. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you along with light flirtatious touches. He told you stories about himself. About the life he’s lived and is currently living. You told him yours as well. He listened intently to what you told him, asking questions and laughing at the appropriate times. After a few more rounds of drinks, he was leaning very close towards you and you welcomed it.

“Do you wanna dance?” He whispered huskily against your ear. His fingers softly running down your arm.

“I’d love to.”

His fingers reached your hand and he pulled it towards his lips, placing a soft kiss. He pulled you from your seat, abandoning the half finished drinks in favor of the music that now enveloped the bar. As soon as you reached your destination, he took the lead. Dancing with Santiago was much the same as the way he spoke to you. Smooth, flowing, and oh so warm. If his voice was able to make your head spin, imagine what his body was able to do to you.

His hands moved to feel every part of you and you in return did the same. An appreciative groan escaped his lips when your hips rolled against his. He gripped your hips, encouraging you to continue the delicious movements that were starting to release a beautiful moan from you. He growled against your ear, stopping your movements to give you an enticing proposition.

“Want to get out of here?”

A breathless yes flowed from your lips. Santiago grinned, pulling you back towards where you both were previously sitting to gather your things and pay off your tabs. You both quickly exited the building, ignoring the calls of his friends as he waved goodbye to them. The moment you stepped out into the cool air of the night, those lips you have been fawning over finally attached themselves to yours.

Those lips immediately ignited the fire that was already being fueled by the man in front of you. Those soft, insatiable lips that melded into your own. You couldn’t get enough of how they felt. How they tasted.

“Your place or mine?” He pulled away, before latching his lips onto your neck.

You gasped at the sensation. What was this man doing to you? “Yours.”

Taking one last bite at your neck, Santiago led you towards his car. Being the gentleman that he is, he opened the passenger door and helped you in. As soon as that door closed, he ran to the driver side, eager to see where the night would lead the two of you.

As he drove, his hand was placed on top of your knee, making soft patterns against the skin. But soon those soft hands made its way to your thigh, teasing you of promises that you know he’ll fulfill.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at his place and left the warmth of his car. He quickly led you towards his door and pushed you against it, latching his lips onto yours once again. Your hands began to wander his body, distracting him from his current predicament to open the door.

“Fuck, finally,” he moaned against your lips when the door opened. He wasted no time at hauling you towards the bedroom and along the way, it was nothing but tongues clashing against one another.

“Unzip me,” you murmured against his lips, wanting this as much as he did.

The man moaned at the sultry way you spoke to him. He broke away from the kiss to turn you around and began to pull down the zipper that held your dress together. As you felt the material lower, his lips returned to your neck. The moment your dress fell to the ground, Santiago’s hunger for you grew.

“No bra, huh. You naughty girl,” his lips continued to ravish your neck as his hands made their way to your breasts. He moaned at how full your breasts were. Oh, how he was loving the sounds you made as he played with your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation and moved your neck to the side, allowing more space for him to continue his onslaught against your neck and for you to grip his soft curls. Your ass grinding against his hardening cock.

“Santiago,” you moaned.

“Tell me what you want. Please tell me,” he urged you. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

One of his hands began to move towards the lace underwear that covered what he was desiring. Slipping his fingers under the band, he groaned at the sensation. You were so wet and warm. Fuck, he wanted you to say those words.

“What do you want?” he asked again as he ran his finger through your folds. As soon as he touched your clit, you were done for.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me,” you moaned at the sensation he was giving you.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

You cried out when he pulled his fingers away from you, but those sounds died out the moment he pushed you onto the bed. You turned and watched the gorgeous man as he began to strip off the clothes that he was wearing. You made your way towards him, wanting to help him get rid of his garments so he can join you.

“Don’t move,” he gave you a piercing look.

“Santi-”

“Patience, baby.”

How could you be patient, when all you wanted was for the man to fuck you into tomorrow. You sighed before a thought came to you. You couldn’t touch him, but that didn’t stop you from touching yourself. Your hands began to move against your body, remembering the way his hands felt. You cupped one of your breasts as your other hand traveled underneath your underwear, circling the sweet nub that caused soft gasps to escape your lips.

Santiago froze and just stared at you. He felt himself grow harder at the sight of you touching yourself. How you looked fucking gorgeous as the sounds of pleasure floated into the air. He quickly stripped himself as if he was a man on a mission. Well, he was on a mission. He had one goal in mind right now and that was for him to make you sing those sweet sounds. You gasped when your hand was pulled away and your underwear was quickly removed. In no time, Santiago’s hunger was satiated.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as you tried closing your thighs, but his hands kept them open. Santiago flattened his tongue, running it up the length of your slit, swallowing the cum that was presented to him. The moment his talented tongue reaches your clit, your hands grips his hair, trying to pull him into you more. Wanting him to feast upon you as if it was his last meal. A cry fell out of your lips as you felt a finger slide into you. It wasn’t enough.

“A-Another,” you pleaded, pulling his hair to tell him that you craved more.

He moaned at the sensation of his hair being pulled and obliged with the request. Two fingers now pumped into you in a rough manner. Santiago’s mouth pulled away from your wet lips and continued filling you with his fingers.

“Baby, if only you can see how you look right now. You’re fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck this pussy, but I need you to cum before I do. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you cum for me?”

“Santi, please!” You sobbed.

The need to cum was approaching fast. It just needed that final push. Santiago curved his fingers into you before adding the final touch that would release the sweet orgasm that you so desired. He sucked your clit and there it was: one of the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Santiago grinned as he heard that sweet sound come from your beautiful lips. He pulled his fingers out before he lapped at your pussy, groaning at your sweet taste. How his cock ached to be in you.

“Princess, let me fuck you. I want to feel you cum around my cock so badly,” he kissed along up your body, placing himself between your thighs. “Let me make you mine.”

Words taken from you, you nodded your head. You’ve never wanted a man’s dick as badly as you did now. Santiago began searching for a condom, but you stopped him. You were on birth control and had tested negative not that long ago, not having had sex with another person since then. Santiago tells you that he too was clean.

“Fill me, Santi,” you run your fingers through those curls.

Santiago grabs his cock and lines himself up your slit, running his cock up and down to collect the wetness still present. Slowly, he started filling you up. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you. If this was heaven felt like, you would worship his cock everyday.

As soon as he bottomed-out, he released the breath that he didn’t know that he was holding. You urged him to move, running your nails down his back as a form of encouragement. Santiago pulled out until all that was left in you was the blunt tip of his cock. Without warning, he slammed back into you and from there, his pace never relented. Santiago praised how well you were taking his cock. How tight you felt around him. How your pussy was meant to be his forever.

“Yes, this pussy belongs to you,” you cried as he angled his hip, creating even more delicious friction between the two of you.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, before he reached over towards your breasts, taking turns sucking your nipples.

The need to cum so badly was now present in your mind that you started lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. It helped, but only a little.

“Santi, I need to cum!”

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

He lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder as he rammed into you. You cried out. The change of position added more fuel to the fire that was ready to burst. Santiago felt you clenching against his cock. Your impending release, coming up soon. He licked his thumb and began to circle your clit.

“Cum for me, baby. I got you.”

Stars bursted all around as you came hard against his cock. Your cries encouraged Santiago to reach his own bliss. He leaned down towards you and kissed you hard, fucking you into the mattress as if life depended on his.

“Santi, let go. I got you, baby.”

Santiago moaned as he spilled inside of you. The feeling of being filled up elicited a soft gasp from you. Santiago breathed heavily as he leaned over you, kissing you sweetly. He gently pulled out from you and you groaned, missing the feeling of being full already. Santiago laid down next to you, pulling you towards his chest.

“So, how was that for roleplaying?” He breathed out as he turned to look at you.

You reached over towards the nightstand and grabbed the engagement ring that you had left prior to leaving that night, allowing him to pluck it from your hand and placing it on you himself.

“That was fun. But I say next time, let’s use fake names. It’ll make it even hotter. I hope the guys aren’t mad at me for taking over boy’s night.”

“Nah, those fuckers already knew what the plan was. Why do you think I had them go up to you to try and buy you drinks? Now, how about we go another round. Are you ready for me, future Mrs. Garcia?”

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia smut #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #oscar isaac #santiago garcia

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if anyone else saw the post saying that katara was gonna be 16 and sokka was gonna be 14 in the live action here is my take:

im pissed ab this.

and no, it’s not because its most likely being done so they can make zutara a couple. i dont care about that. i have nothing against zutara. i may not ship it myself but if you ship it good for you. ive seen cute fanart and cute fanfics for zutara that ive really enjoyed. i like zutara. not my favorites but i dont dislike them. just wanted to make that clear. that isnt what im mad about here.

im pissed because its gonna ruin katara and sokka’s characters.

by making katara older there is not a doubt in my mind that they will make her more “motherly” seeing as she will likely be responsible for taking care of sokka and aang. there has already been way too many issues in this fandom with stereotypes of katara being reduced to “just the mom friend” and nothing else. in my opinion many of the mom friend stereotypes that have been pushed onto katara in fanon has led to a lot of sexism towards katara and this will inevitably end up forcing the mother role onto her even more and thats just a no no for me. katara literally fights sexism in the NWT, plz dont force her to be a 16 year old girl forced to care for her brother and the avatar because she is older than them. katara deserves more than being forced into a motherly role for aang and sokka. again this is just my take on what i think will happen if katara is made to be the older sibling. i could be wrong. but i would really hate to see this happen because i know itll result in more sexism towards katara and i would really hate to see that.

and now sokka. a major part of sokkas character comes from the fact that he is an extremely protective older brother. because he is the OLDER brother he feels the need to be the man if the tribe. he is very responsible and very serious. this all stems from the fact that he is OLDER. he even says that he is the leader because of it. sokka pretty much IS the leader because he keeps these younger kids on track as an older brother. his insecurities largely stem from the fact that his little sister is a prodigy bender and he is not. there was literally a whole episode about it. and being an older brother w a prodigy sibling mirrors zuko and azula PERFECTLY and that parrallel is one of the most compelling things about atla!!! that will all be flushed down the drain. sure you can still have sexist sokka getting his butt whooped by suki without him being the older brother, sure sokka would likely still be insecure of his status as a nonbender without being the older brother, but in my opinion it would be much less compelling that way seeing as it stems from his status as. an. older. brother. his status as the older brother is also part of the reason why his relationship with hakoda is so interesting as well. his father left him behind to be the man of the tribe because he was older. he wants to make his father proud by proving that he can be a man. his healthyrelationship woth hakoda also DIRECTLY parrallels to zukos horrible relationship with ozai. WHICH IS ALSO AN EXTREMELY COMPELLING PART OF ATLA. sokka just wants to make his father proud by proving that he CAN protect katara. without this, his protectiveness is gone, leaving his protectiveness over Yue in the northern tribe and his protectiveness of suki at serpents pass and his protectiveness of toph on the airship rooted in nothing. sokka is protective BECAUSE he is the older brother. sokka as the younger sibling will reduce him to nothing more than comedic relief and strip him of much of the traits that make him an amazing three dimensional character.

all in all you dont have to agree with me. im not one of the writers. i cant confirm that mom friend katara and comedic relief sokka are what will result in the live action show due to the age swap. but i am very very very very VERY confident that that is what the characters we know and love will be reduced to should this occur. just my thoughts. just my opinion. (if you disagree thats okay but plz be respectful i tried v hard to be respectful when writing this as well)

tl;dr while it may seem inconsequential to change the ages of sokka and katara their roles and older brother and younger sister help shape their characters and changing that just to make zutara canon (even tho i have nothing against zutara. zutara stans please do not attack me ur ship is cute i swear.) it will also change the dynamic of the show we know and love and i am too attached to their original character arcs to be happy with this change.

have a lovely day everyone. go drink some tea and read a fluffy fic and distract urself from another live action atla disaster.

EDIT: keep in mind the age swap isnt like totally confirmed yet so this could all end up being for nothing but yk still wanted to put my thoughts out there🥰 now if you will excuse me im going to write a college essay and then some fanfic cuz why not

EDIT TWO: pretty sure its fake. im sorry for how long this is. false alarm everyone! i think! i hope!

EDIT THREE: i ship zutara now lol. i still stand by this post tho. not happy ab the character age swaps.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #katara #water tribe #like dont ruin their entire character for a ship guys. please.#i already knew i wasnt gonna watch the live action so idk why i care so much about this #idk ig im just upset because i rlly dont want katara to deal w more sexist takes she deserves better #i also dont want sokka to be just an annoying little brother we all know that thats what would happen #watch me be wrong about them changing the ages just to make zutara happen #what if theyre changing the ages to make sokka and azula happen HAHAHHAA #that would be even crazier #bryke i get why u left #zutara #zuko #i usually dont do big takes like this im sorry if this annoyed anyone #i was scared to post this i never post my atla opinions online unless theyre fun headcanons #plz dont hate me lmao

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