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hyunjin + hands
warnings - explicit content, 18+, quirofilia
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his hands. the ones that caress your face after you cry. the ones that wipe away your tears with his slender thumb. the way your cheek fits so perfectly in his palm as he holds you, telling you how beautiful you are.
his hands. the ones that brush through your hair after you showered, or to simply just help you get sleepy. the ones that tuck your hair behind your ears when you don’t have any free hands. the ones that tie your hair up for you before it dangles in your dinner.
his hands. the ones that hold around your neck gently when he wants to pull you closer for a kiss. the ones that grip around your throat when he wants to knock air from your lungs. the ones that he travels from your neck to your chest.
his hands. the ones that cup your boobs so perfectly. the ones that he rubs your nipples with, twisting them between his fingers. the ones that he squeezes them together with when he fucks between them with his cock.
his hands. the ones that seem to know all your sweet spots. the ones that slowly travel down into your panties to access your clit. the ones that rub flawless circles on your nub, making you scream. the ones that enter you, so timidly, yet so desperately for you to cum on them.
his hands. the ones he uses to slap your ass and tell you that you’re a good girl. the ones he uses to grab your ass, making sure to bruise it. the ones that travel up your leg before devouring you whole.
his hands, the ones that guides his cock into your little hole. the ones that he uses to rub your pussy as he’s thrusting in and out of you. the ones he uses to tug over you whenever you’re unable to fuck him.
his hands. your favourite part of his body. the most magical hands ever.
#chvnssecret#stray kids smut#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin#hyunjin smut#hyunjinhands#quirofiliac#handfetish#handkink#smut#nominors#18+
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👑Hi ! 25+, She/Her, CEST.
Literacy/frequency: I'm literate-advanced literate. I can write beyond the discord limit, or faster replies, I adjust to the person I'm writing with but I like fairly detailed scenes. I'm quite active, if I like the rp a lot I can answer several times a day or once a day (we all have a life I understand that we can't always, it's the same for me, just warn).
Fandom: HOTD (AegonxAemond, Aegonxoc, Aemondxoc, modern or not, I have plenty of ideas), Sandman (ocxoc), Constantine DC universe (ocxoc), or crossover between Sandman and Hotd, I have a plot too.
Fandomless : Enemies to lovers, dark and conflicting but passionate stories.
Plot ideas: I have several plot ideas and if that doesn't inspire you, we can build some together with great pleasure.
Before a solar wave, two people meet for the first time, the tone rises, they argue. A few months after the apocalypse, one of the two is in danger and the other saves them. I have the whole story in more detail and editable if you are inspired. (MxM or MxF)
Two childhood friends who grew up together but were separated as teenagers reunite as adults; one is the leader of a major mafia gang and the other one of the best federal agents in the country. The agent will infiltrate the mafia for his work and find himself under the orders of his former childhood friend. (MxM or MxF I will write F and we can double if you need, I like stories with more than two characters)
A group of friends who have known each other since the orphanage where they grew up and later become a group of gangsters, going through prison, etc. (MxM, MxF, multiple partners, I'm pretty open!)
Two brothers/siblings/friends are kidnapped by a Bolivian cartel and thrown into the forest for a kind of manhunt, they get out of it together and in turn become, little by little, the leader of a gang which becomes powerful and seek revenge.
Triggers: This will be an adult RP, so no minors, preferably looking for people who are 20 years or older. I don't have any particular issues with FxF; I'm just not used to it, but I'm open to trying. There will be NSFW content, as I enjoy writing it, but it shouldn't be the only focus of the story - we need a real plot.
I have few limits, but I like to discuss them with the person before starting.
Other: I'm a talkative person who loves to exchange ideas, whether it's sharing Pinterest boards related to our RP or discussing everyday life topics - I'm open to chatting and even becoming friends. Despite having a full-time job, I can reply several times during the day and sometimes throughout the evening. I hate being ghosted and never do it myself.
So, if you survided this long shoot and you're the type who is super passionate and invested, enjoys creating stories, imagining adventures and worlds, sharing your latest musical discoveries, and sending silly gifs - let's connect! Please like this message to show you're interested!
#nominors #hotd #fandomless #talkative #mxm #mxf
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hey 18+ peeps....feel free to follow my risqé bloque..........
#NOTSCHNUZ#NOMINORS#theres gonna b dragon dick if u dont jive with that i suggest u keep away#also maybe gore but idk yet#šnuts
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@late-to-the-fandom
NAME: Juniper
PRONOUNS: she/her/sir
USERNAME/URL: @late-to-the-fandom
SHORT BIO: I’ve got old stories for HPHM but currently write for WoW/Venthyr Covenant particularly.
WHO YOU’D LIKE TO CONNECT WITH: I’d love to connect with other WoW people but I also love to support anyone writing
WIP LINKS: Master Post
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can i make some 18+ STAY friends on here pls? 🕺🏻
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("Bees", a small dedication to the wonderful @quia-nominor--leo, who I only get to see in passing because they're busy saving animals and being awesome. Lambert & Ciri, hints of past Eskel/Geralt. Mention of teenage girl crushes that Lambert teases her about.)
“Hold the rod with your casting hand around the base of the reel—no, other hand, it’s your dominant hand, stop fucking around, yeah, there you go—“ Lambert curled Ciri’s fingers into place, bracketing her narrow shoulders as he adjusted the fishing pole, “put your index finger in front of the reel and wrap your others behind it.” There was about twelve inches of line, and Lambert had pain-fucking-stakingly shown her how to bind the bait in place. The princess was a quick study and he only had to walk her through it twice before she had the hang of it.
Ciri jutted her lower lip in concentration. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like that. Now here’s where it all comes together,” Lambert said, glancing over his shoulder. “Check behind you for obstacles. Once hooked a man’s trews clean off on the frontward swing.”
She chuckled. “No, that’s terrible.”
“Yeah, cock swingin’ everywhere, bad day for him to go native, right—“ Lambert slipped a foot back after tapping her heel lightly, urging her to follow, “point your rod where you want your line to go, swing the rod back—“ his voice hitched as he tugged the pole and made her arms lift, “behind your shoulder and then bring it forward in one fluid motion, and when we do—“ he held her fast as she tried to follow his words, “you’ll release your finger from the line at the peak of the swing, an’ off it’ll go into the briny deep.”
“Lakes are freshwater, Lambert.”
“Keep back-talkin’ me and the fishes will have something a whole lot nicer than mouse to eat, here we go, and—”
They moved together in one fluid motion, Lambert nudging Ciri’s index finger away just in time for the line to unspool. The whir of the reel ended with a satisfying plop as the baited hook hit the surface of the water. A respectable distance, not that Lambert would tell Ciri that. “Passable,” he sniffed, dropping into the creaky old chair he had dragged down from Kaer Morhen for their lesson.
“Now what?”
“Now, we wait. Don’t scare the fish off with your bellyaching.”
Ciri threw her hands up and flopped onto the folded blanket next to the chair. To her credit, she sat in silence for a good while. Lambert even managed to crack open one of the beers he had brought to pass the time, but soon the pointed sighing began, and the shuffling, and the—shit, well, Lambert knew what it was like to be a—how old was Ciri anyway? Nine, twelve? Difficult to tell. The mutagens made you age in a weird way. One minute you were baby-smooth, barely a hair on your jaw, next you looked like a crinkled ball sack. “Something on your mind, princess?”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that,” she said haughtily, “I’m… I’m going to be a witcher.”
“A witcher, you think?”
“That’s what you’re training me for!”
“Yeah, about that,” Lambert took a swig from the ale and leaned forward, forearms sloping over his thighs, “the training’s all well and good, we’ll see you right, help you swing a sword like the best of ‘em, but being a witcher? That’s not a path you have to walk. Shit, you could go marry some mouth-breather in the north and have some crotch goblins of your own—”
“Urgh, no,” Ciri pulled a face, “I don’t think I even like men. Grandmama picked out one she thought was good, and he was fat, and ugly, and he smelled so bad.”
“Oh yeah, all men smell bad.”
“And they’re hairy.”
“So hairy,” Lambert conceded.
“And, and… sometimes not even in the right places? Like, their head.” She slid him a sly glance and he kicked her on the leg. “But I guess you think they’re smarter than girls?”
“Naw. I just say that to wind up Merigold,” Lambert took another swig of ale, “most people are dumb fucks.”
“Even Geralt?”
“Geralt is the dumbest of all fucks, never forget that.”
She looked a little deflated at that and Lambert knew he had stepped wrong. When they were training, she was resilient. She took his waspish corrections and bellowed commands in her stride, but in quieter moments she was vulnerable. Without the blood thundering in her ears, she had the time to listen to the voices of doubt and fear telling her to give up. Too difficult. Too dangerous. And while he never liked to miss an opportunity to take a punt at Geralt, he wasn’t quite settled with the idea of doing it at Ciri’s expense. So, he baited the hook.
“I can think of a few that might beat Geralt.”
Her ears perked at the prospect of a story. “Yeah?” Fish hooked.
“Oh yeah. I had a contract in Aedirn once. There was this peasant who’d dreamt that a swarm of bees had swarmed up his arsehole and given him a vision.”
“A swarm of bees?”
“A swarm of bees. Anal bees.”
“Anal bees.”
“Right, so,” Lambert continued, his smirk mirroring Ciri’s. “He says these bees—these bees have given him a vision concerning the iniquities of the local clergy.” He paused, letting her work the word over in her head rather than assume her ignorance. The poncy court education seemed to be good for something, because her eyebrows soon raised, imploring him to continue. “Local clergy claim he’s hexed. And what do you do when there’s hex fuckery afoot?”
“You call in a hedgewitch, or a witcher.”
“Correct. Yours truly happens to be in the area. I apply my not inconsiderable genius and I work it out.” He left a dramatic pause while he took another draw from the bottle. Almost out.
“Well?”
“Well,” he imitated her shrill intonation back, and her nose wrinkled at him. “Well, Cirilla, the local clergy had been partaking in the whorehouse three towns over. Not really a titanic-fucking-issue, hypocrisy of institutionalised religion isn’t something I really bother with most times, but they had upped their groundrent to subsidise their habit.”
“Ploughin’ bastards.”
“Language.”
Her mouth clicked shut.
“So, I tell the council that the visions were true. Bring a few of the girls over to point out their johns, and the priests are stripped of all their privileges. And I got to spend a night in a warm bed ‘cause Bum-Bee’s wife was ever so fuckin’ grateful to have him home.”
Lambert was pretty sure there was meant to be a moral to the story somewhere. Maybe something about not all dumb fucks being equal, or to not judge a dumb fuck book by its dumb fuck cover, or—
Well, fuck if he knew. This was Eskel’s department. You know, the whole educational story thing. Lambert was more… practical skills. Fishing, sword drills, alchemy. Those were his areas of expertise. He slid her a sideways glance to make sure she had been placated by the Anal Bees story, but sensed that there was still something bothering her. He weighed up ignoring it, putting it off until he could nudge her towards Eskel or Pretty Boy, but he had to ask, because she had that burdened look that tugged at something in his godsdamned chest. “There somethin’ else?”
“I lied,” she said.
“About?”
“I do like men,” she sighed, “I quite fancied Coën when I arrived. And—“
“Right, so what’s the problem then?” Coën was a good looking bloke, and Ciri hadn’t been the only one looking. Lambert had looked. He'd looked a lot and was batting around the idea of asking whether he could do more than look.
Ciri went red to the very tips of her ears and glared down at her hands.
“You don’t have to tell me, kid. But Merigold’ll notice if you go back lookin’ like you’ve chewed on a wasp and I could really do without that ballache, so—“
“I-think-I-like-girls-too.”
Somewhere in the vast space of lake and woodland before them, a fat toad jumped from a rock into the water, and the resounding plop filled the anxious silence. Ciri stared at Lambert with wide eyes, her lower lip between her teeth. Lambert nodded slowly. "Merigold?"
Ciri flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Lambert smirked. Oh, little cub had a crush on the pretty yet diabolical sorceress. Too funny. "Huh, Ciri and Merigold sitting in a tree—"
"Lambert!" Ciri squawked, shoving him hard in the shoulder. She had clearly been expecting this to go differently.
"What?"
"You can't tell anybody."
"Not even Eskel?"
"No! Or Coën, or—"
"Geralt?"
"Especially not Geralt!"
"You know, Geralt and Eskel used to dick about all the time. Like, literal dicks, you know—" Lambert pushed his tongue into his cheek and shook his fist next to it. Ciri's eyes nearly crossed.
"They—uh, I mean Geralt…"
"He was the Keep bicycle, he—"
"Lambert!"
"Yeah, alright, sorry, forgot you were a—"
"Girl?" She narrowed her eyes, accusing.
"I was gonna say princess, but, if the shoe fits."
She folded her arms, lower lip jutted in a pout. "You never take anything seriously."
Lambert looked at her sideways, taking a pause to swig another mouthful of beer. He got the sense he should have made a big thing out of it, maybe put his arm around her and told her it was all gonna be okay, like she had some kinda grave illness they should work through together. Lambert couldn't do that. It just wasn't in him to make promises he knew he could never keep. The best he could do was show that others had survived before her.
He drew in a deep breath, and puffed it out through pursed lips. "First man I liked was about two years out on the Path. About three or four summers older than me, broad, sandy hair, missing teeth, cauliflower ear, but he was the first person to show me kindness in… a long time."
She looked up quickly. "What did he do?"
"He gave me something to eat, sewed up my face," Lambert gestured vaguely at his eye, "then one thing led to another. Lasted a few years."
"What happened?"
"Smallpox."
"Oh." She frowned. "Lambert, I'm… I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I didn't—"
"People die, Ciri," he said. "Life's shit like that. The least we can do is find the decent bits that happen in between. They're… well, they're worth the bullshit, you know? And it doesn't matter who the fuck it's with. Man, woman. As long as they're old enough, and willing. And no hooves, horns… unless that's…"
She shoved him again, the chuckle spilling over a small smile, and he smirked back. They sat in silence for a bit, staring at the fishing lure bobbing on the wind-rippled surface of the lake. When she spoke again, it was with a wistful sigh. "Maybe I'll find someone when I leave for the Path. I think I'd want them to have all their teeth though."
"So shallow, princess."
Before she could respond, the fishing lure dipped and the reel began to whir. Lambert fell forward and grabbed up the rod in both hands, steadying it before passing it across.
"Easy now, tug, and wind, tug, wind, that's it! C'mon, Ciri, focus, don't get too enthusiastic, patience. Patience."
They landed an impressive looking fish, with glistening silver scales and sharp, blue fins. As the sun set, Lambert rustled up a small fire and cooked it in his mess tin, white flesh seasoned with a handful of herbs and a slab of butter. They talked through mouthfuls of food and dried tac, and then Ciri, like any young cub with a full belly, went and fell asleep on him.
With an irritable sniff, Lambert scooped her up as gently as he could and carried her up the slopes to the keep. She didn't even wake as Merigold put on her nightshirt, or as Lambert came back in to tuck the threadbare blankets around her bony frame.
"It suits you, you know," Merigold said softly as they closed the door behind them.
"What does?" Lambert asked, lips tilted down. You never knew what you were gonna get with witches.
"Your heart." And with that, she turned and floated down the dimly lit hall in a cloud of auburn curls and self-importance.
Lambert rolled his eyes and stalked off in the opposite direction.
Heart, pfft. Kaer Morhen had beaten the last of that out of him years ago.
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Hello !
I’m a 33F looking for 21+M for smut (let say 40/60). I am looking for a partner to write with. I’ve been roleplaying for years, dark themes are okay, violence and all, no prob with dubcon, we just have to talk about it, like all the kinks you want to put in.
I like being able to build a real plot, that there are twists, a story and that we have fun together. I’m semi literate to advanced literate and I rp on discord only.
Also be able to discuss alongside roleplay- sharing, chatting..- and above all, be a minimum active (I answer several times a day)
If you are interested, like the post and I will come back to you.
#fandomless #rporiginal #nominors
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I was tagged by @keirametzbrassknuckles and @quia-nominor--leo thank you so much!! ❤️❤️
Answer the following questions and tag 9 people you want to know better:
Last song: Brothers In Arms from the Mad Max Fury Road soundtrack because I finally got to see this movie in a theater for the first time a little earlier today and I want to keep savoring that moment for a little while
Currently watching: Station Eleven and rewatching Black Sails, and my comfort show for when i’m too tired for anything else, the Great British Bake-Off
Currently reading: Vingt Ans Après by Alexandre Dumas (i know i said i was already reading this book a few months earlier, it’s a big book and i keep taking breaks ok), The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enriquez and rereading Lady of the Lake by Sapkowski
Currently obsessed with: sibling stories, songs for angry characters, this black sesame ice-cream i finally found in a store, the goblin heist one-shot i’m going to GM for some kids next thursday (and still have to prep for, woops)
Tagging @gleamingsilence, @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats, @poetikat, @theowlseye, @elmonstro, @aretuzagradschooldropout, @witch-and-her-witcher, @dadralt and @alllthequeenshorses (no pressure of course ❤️)
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Name seven comfort films, tag seven people
I was tagged by @nordleuchten (thank you for thinking about me :D)
Let's start:
1. Inglorious Basterds (2009)
2. Ironclad (2011)
3. Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003)
4. Back to the future trilogy (1985)
5. la Terreur et la Vertu (1964)
6. Star Wars eps. 4-5-6 (1977-1983)
7. Sucker Punch (2011)
There are many more I like, but these were the ones that immediatly came to mind ^-^
I tag: @orpheusmori @ans-main @quia-nominor--leo @thermidorette @burritofriedrich @vieillesmaisons @lamarseillasie
Don't feel pressured or obliged to reply e.e
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Hello everyone! My name is Qui 🌻 This blog is a side blog for me to talk about my random historical readings and thoughts. As well as generally a few other bits and bobs that are not related to fandom.
It's important to clarify that: I AM NOT A HISTORY PROFESSIONAL. I do not study anything that I talk about in a formal manner. I am only here for the vibes. Everything you read here is coming from my brain. I am simple an enjoyer of tragedy, repeating patterns, doomed narratives, hauntings, and cursed houses. ✨
My main blog is @quia-nominor--leo - mixed fandom because I started on Tumblr as a fandom blog and I can never leave.
I also have another side-blog @qui-rault. This is where I post French Revolution content.
Please feel free to drop me a message any time! I will gladly pass on sources, and love discussing any of this stuff. And if you want to correct me on anything that works to! 🌻
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👑Hi ! 25+, She/Her, CEST.
Literacy/frequency: I'm literate-advanced literate. I can write beyond the discord limit, or faster replies, I adjust to the person I'm writing with but I like fairly detailed scenes. I'm quite active, if I like the rp a lot I can answer several times a day or once a day (we all have a life I understand that we can't always, it's the same for me, just warn).
Fandom: House of the Dragon (AegonxAemond, Aegonxoc, Aemondxoc, modern or not, I have plenty of ideas), Sandman (ocxoc), Constantine DC universe (ocxoc), or crossover between Sandman and Hotd, I have a plot too.
Fandomless : Enemies to lovers, dark and conflicting but passionate stories.
Plot ideas: I have several plot ideas and if that doesn't inspire you, we can build some together with great pleasure.
Before a solar wave, two people meet for the first time, the tone rises, they argue. A few months after the apocalypse, one of the two is in danger and the other saves them. I have the whole story in more detail and editable if you are inspired. (MxM or MxF)
Two childhood friends who grew up together but were separated as teenagers reunite as adults; one is the leader of a major mafia gang and the other one of the best federal agents in the country. The agent will infiltrate the mafia for his work and find himself under the orders of his former childhood friend. (MxM or MxF I will write F and we can double if you need, I like stories with more than two characters)
A group of friends who have known each other since the orphanage where they grew up and later become a group of gangsters, going through prison, etc. (MxM, MxF, multiple partners, I'm pretty open!)
Two brothers/siblings/friends are kidnapped by a Bolivian cartel and thrown into the forest for a kind of manhunt, they get out of it together and in turn become, little by little, the leader of a gang which becomes powerful and seek revenge.
Triggers: This will be an adult RP, so no minors, preferably looking for people who are 20 years or older. I don't have any particular issues with FxF; I'm just not used to it, but I'm open to trying. There will be NSFW content, as I enjoy writing it, but it shouldn't be the only focus of the story - we need a real plot.
I have few limits, but I like to discuss them with the person before starting.
Other: I'm a talkative person who loves to exchange ideas, whether it's sharing Pinterest boards related to our RP or discussing everyday life topics - I'm open to chatting and even becoming friends. Despite having a full-time job, I can reply several times during the day and sometimes throughout the evening. I hate being ghosted and never do it myself.So, if you survided this long shoot and you're the type who is super passionate and invested, enjoys creating stories, imagining adventures and worlds, sharing your latest musical discoveries, and sending silly gifs - let's connect! Please like this message to show you're interested!
#nominors #hotd #fandomless #talkative #mxm #mxf
like if interested!
#cc x cc#oc x cc#m x m#m x f#1x1 rp#fandomless rp#house of the dragon rp#house of the dragon roleplay#dc rp#dc roleplay#literate rp#discord rp#20+#spicy#rp#roleplay
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