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littleragondin · 9 months

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Thai BL Favorite List

I have been tagged by @troubled-mind thank you so much!

Credit to @thatgirl4815 for the original.

Favorite Thai BL:

Until We Meet Again. I have seen my fair share of BL now, especially Thai, but somehow, I always come back to this one. I think it just packs up SO many things I love. Soulmates, sure, but also great friendships, two very different romantic dynamics I both really enjoy, tragedy but with the hope and reassurance that things actually do get better, and maybe most of all incredible family and siblings’ history and relationships. I love the story, the way it’s told and the time it takes to weave itself, I love the characters and the cast, how it looks and the music. I have seen it a few times now and it still has the same grip on my heart than when I first watched it week after week when it came out.

Favorite Pairing:

While I don’t really like the concept of fixed pairing (let actors mix up! Surprise me! Make me fall in love with improbable pairs!), I’d lie if I say there are no actor duo I really enjoy seeing together so. I will say that I am very fond of and happy to get to see JamFilm again and will 100% track whatever they do together after that if it ever happens.

And there is something I find especially adorable in JoongDunk, I have to say (don’t ask me to explain, just cute).

Most underrated actor:

I pondered over that one for a long time, as there are many actors I’d love to see more recognized and all. But I will go with Big Thanakorn. I greatly enjoyed him in everything I have seen him in, and at this point I really would like a nice main role for him (where he f i n a l l y get the goddamn boy please and thank you).

(*whispers* also please look at him)

Favorite Character:

Just… just one? Do you also want me to pick a single child to save? CRUEL. PITILESS. (ಡ‸ಡ)

Okay, okay, OKAY. Probably the hardest one of the whole bunch because my heart is huge and houses many m a n y characters whom I love dearly. But I think if I had to pick only one, I would go with In Chatpokin from UWMA. He is so bright and so brave, he loves so much and so sincerely, and he is so tragically young. He's flawed, in the way humans and young people are, but he's just.. he feels like someone I would also love in real life, and I do think he is fantastic as a character. So, yeah, I'd pick In.

Favorite Side Character:

Once again after long deliberation etc etc... I will go with Rit from Triage. I was so incredibly invested in his survival and happiness it was borderline ridiculous. He was sweet and tragic and deserved so much better than the cards he had been handed at the start! I could have handled any end where he was doing ok that's how much i loved him (tho to be fair all the secondary characters in that show were great). Could not find a gif so have a still for him!

Favorite Scene in a BL:

That one is subject to change as often as the weather because I am a fickle beast, but brain provided the 'morning after' scene from Ghost Host, Ghost House. The quiet normalcy of it, the way they laugh and smile at each other, I really adored that scene.

Favorite Line in a BL:

I have a terrible memory and I can't really remember a lot of exact lines from the BL I have seen. EXCEPT I actually know a lot of lines from "To Sir, With Love" which must means something (it means i have khun chai brain rot, mainly) so that's where my pick will come from. And I think, both because of what it says about the character and his struggles and desires, and the way it is delivered (which always breaks my heart) it has to be:

"So my mother had to keep the secret that I like men. If everyone knows, the Song family will be ruined because of me. I don’t want to be the head of the association. I never wanted to. I just want to be me."

(not the scene I'm quoting but the emotion is The SameTM)

Most Anticipated BL (and why):

Right now I think it has to be a tie between I Feel You Linger in the Air (time travel! Costume drama! Pain! Women in love! Also excited to see more of Nonkul whose cameo in “Oh No! Here Comes Trouble” I really enjoyed)

and The Whisperer (horror! Fluke with long hair! Murder and mystery! Blood! Horror again! Did I mention Fluke with long hair?!).

Healthiest Relationship in BL:

We are getting more and more of those, aren't we? Making the choice more difficult but for once, a nice problem to have I'd say. I have seen some excellent choices but I think I will go with all the relationships in Secret Crush on You. Intouch and Daisy are OBVIOUS in how respectful and adorable they are, SkyJao make an excellent show of being respectful of your partner's desires and boundaries as well as the importance of being open about your vulnerability, and even TohNueah ok? Yes, yes they both are SUPER weird and borderline (to straight up) creepy BUT they learn to talk it out and to compromise so they can harmonize their weirdness into something that is respectful of the other. I'll pick the rainbow babies.

Most Toxic Relationship in BL:

I mean, I saw TT so … But ignoring this one, my mind immediately went to Mork/Pi from FUTS. As much as I wanted to like it, I just think that between the manipulation and the way it always follow the 'Mork insists it's best and Pi yields despite his objections and discomfort' formula, this is a recipe for disaster. (also I love Pi SO DAMN MUCH and I just want to pluck him out of there)

Guilty Pleasure Series:

I try to not feel guilty about things I enjoy, especially not on there. But if it's something I would not necessarily recommend when I want to look like I have refined tastes... I'd pick Rakdiao I think. It's a sitcom with all the genre imply from the humor to the taped laughs and over played reactions but I loved it! It's super silly and the characters are a bit cartoonish, but it's pretty and fun and when it picks up the relationship between Rak and Diao is actually really nice. And there are some genuine moments of really well acted emotions that I love replaying (Rak's realization that he loved Diao? ART)

Most Underrated Series:

So many of them! I’m so happy to see “He’s Coming to Me” second rising because it’s deserved, I do hope Suar’s success in La Pluie will lead people to give “You’re My Sky” a chance (because it’s great and so so SO pretty), and I hope people will watch “To Sir, with love” for more JamFilm post Laws of Attraction. But for this one I will pick two other shows (I know I know) that I feel deserve to have more people give it a chance (and that will feed into my ‘a sad story is not a bad story’ agenda).

First is “The Miracle of Teddy Bear”. It took me some time before I started this one because the echo I heard about it were so negative it kind of turned me off. And I think it’s a tragedy! Not only because I loved it (which I obviously did), but also because it has an extremely talented cast, it had so much to say about so many important things, while being very honest all along about the story it was telling. I think it’s underappreciated mostly because people wanted another story told (I know some people said the ending came out of nowhere and like… I could not disagree harder! It was the natural conclusion to that story!) and because I think Nut is an incredibly misunderstood character (I loved him beyond words, and he made me think so much of when @bengiyo said “y’all don’t like gay men when we’re not pretty, funny, sexy, or entertaining” because yes, most of the time he really is none of those things, he’s hurt and angry and he has ugly reactions and MAN I felt SO much for him). I mean sure, be aware that it’s not just a fluffy comedy before you get into it, and it has its flaws too, but I think it told a beautiful story that had a lot of heart in it – and for that it does deserve more chance, and if you were toying with the idea of watching this one, consider this your sign to actually try it!

Second, I will say “Something in My Room”. I really enjoyed that one, not only because I have a soft spot for ghosts (tho if you follow me, you know I do), but because I thought it had a pretty solid story in there, and once again it’s a story that stayed true to what it was telling. It’s necessary to watch the uncut version (the cut one is apparently taking off huge plot-central moments), but I think it deserved more attention than it got. The cast is really good once again, it has a lot of fantastic and complex female characters, I think Nut Supanut was an absolute DELIGHT in this one (with an adorable smile), and while it sometimes wavers a little on some of the things it touches upon, generally speaking it was a solid little show (I especially liked the theater show, and everything with Big’s character alien metaphor). (also it has Big in glasses and that HAS to count for something)

+BONUS

Favorite Setting/Location:

Look, listen, listen. Give me an aquarium, ok? You can NEVER go wrong with an aquarium, there is something about the light in those either it’s blue, green, or slightly purple, about the overwhelming immensity of all that water while you’re safe behind the glass, about the pretty fishes… I do adore an aquarium. Peak romance peak colors peak location.

I know most everyone has done it, and I may tag people who already answered (if so please forgive me) but maybe @petrichoraline @benkaaoi, @silverquillsideas @nonkul and @heretherebedork if you felt like it?

#I am as always an unstoppable chatterbox #I have Many Opinions About Everything I'm afraid lol #(I especially have so much to say about TMOTD I never managed to actually put it into words but!!!!)#(like I read the book mentioned in it just to have a better grasp of the themes and how they were explored)#choosing one of anything as always is torture lol #so i will confess that I also looked a little for things/actors/characters that I think were always a little 'more' underrated or unknown #anyway it was really fun to do!#thai ql #tag games #I tried not to write too much - failed - then added gifs for some breathing room and now I have a bit of a monster lol #Until We Meet Again #Something in my Room #The Miracle of Teddy Bear #Khun Chai #Secret Crush on You #Ghost Host Ghost House #Triage the series #Rakdiao #gifs

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goodfellowe · 1 year

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I hope you don't mind me asking, but what originally got you into Hatstache? (If you ever answered this before, I am so sorry)

anon firstly i'm so sorry according to tumblr this ask has been sitting here since october 6th. i keep looking at it trying to word my thoughts and then telling myself ill answer it later and then... not doing that. lol

i got into ahit waaayyy back in 2019, when the fandom was mostly saturated with snatcher content at the time (people who have been following me since then probably remember that i hated him for like a solid two years just because he was everywhere lol). i remember very distinctly feeling very dissatisfied with how the game treated and wrote off mu after seeing her storybook, and i couldn't really find any postgame content that gave her a happy ending that i felt personally satisfied with. i ended up finding the hatstache tag on ao3 completely by chance trying to find that postgame content i wanted only to find that there were exactly two fics (neither of which i will not mention out of respect/not wanting that tied to my blog) that did not appeal to me for reasons lol.

the concept of it really stuck with me, though, even if i didn't find anything to fuel it with at the time. i like relationships where people who are hurting/have hurt each other work through it. and i am someone who looks way too into every little detail of everything, ever, and its always felt like mu both holds hk in a very high regard+was very hurt by her actions throughout the same. (see: dialogue+cut dialogue, graffiti around the game, the finale+mu's dialogue before it, the paintings, hk's 'betrayal', etc). paired with what little official content we did get of them being friends (postgame? maybe?) and it was a natural progression ehe

but even then i didn't actually feel super strong about it for a while. it was mostly just thoughts like 'damn, wish we got more content of them interacting' and 'it would be cute if mu had a little crush on hk without realizing'. i didn't actually get super passionate about it until i started writing the original version of twtt that summer/autumn (known as a crack in time at that point), and i only really wrote the ship in because 1.) i thought it would add some flavor and 2.) it made me really sad that there weren't too many options for people who wanted to read a hatstache fic at the time. and even then...

(screenshot from august 3rd, 2019. transcript in alt)

... it wasn't actually endgame. woah woah if you follow me for twtt please for the love of god put the pitchforks down they're endgame now and that's what matters. the story to twtt was significantly more different than it was now, but by the time i had actually wrote hatstache in, the ending i had planned for it was pretty bittersweet. it was just something i wanted to explore in my own self-indulgent way (as i always do ehe), and i was working through some stuff with my own sexuality and relationships at the time, so... yeah. threw it in for spice :D

then i started actually writing it and i just instantly fell in love with their dynamic and just how well their characterization worked with each other. i tend to write them as characters who come off as opposites at first interaction but are very similar at the core and that just makes them bounce off of each other really well. i got attached really fast, and as the story went down a totally different path than i originally expected, i was incapable of letting it go. it really just kind of worked its way into my heart. and the more i analyzed things and learned about the game and all of the little stuff hidden within/cut out, the more it seared itself into my brain until i was like... damn. i understand why they call it an otp now because i would go down with it. even when i trashed acit and took my year-and-a-half break from the fandom, hatstache was just a dynamic that lived in my head rent free.

it has a really special place in my heart because it is, in a way, what pushed me to start writing again and really exploring what i was capable of with my writing, too. and again its just a dynamic that i think can be explored in so many different wonderful ways. despite it all i want them to be happy and by god they will be... eventually :)

i guess basically to answer your question i just kind of wrote myself into it... but i hope you enjoyed my little trip down memory lane+some history behind the creation of twtt (there's a lot of it)

thank you for asking <3

#and also: im always happy to answer questions like these! it takes me some time to get into it but i love rambling so please dont hesitate #to ask me these sort of things. or things like hcs or ideas or what influenced certain decisions behind certain fics. etc etc #ive mentioned it somewhere but what originally got me to write twtt was some doodle of mu in a suit i did at a pizza place lol #the sketchbook its in got trashed but i know the drawing is still floating around there somewhere. i just have to find where ehe #long post #ask #hatstache #not art #twtt posting #just a little :)#twtt meta

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findyourrp · 7 months

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🕊️🥭 hello! i (19 f, literate, multi paragraph, 3rd person) am looking for an 18+ rp partner! i’m looking for f/f (trans ocs welcome!) though i’m willing to do m/m or m/f (i prefer m/f where the female is the more dominant personality in the relationship). i much prefer oc x oc, though i very occasionally will do canon x canon and will never do oc x canon.

time periods i’d like to set the rps in would be the 1800s (either european nobility or american wild west), the 40s, 80s, 2000s, or modern day! some tropes/dynamics i’d enjoy would be: enemies/lovers, prissy/carefree, serious/sly, childhood friends reunited, celeb/celeb or celeb/employee, forbidden romance, outcast/prep, and more!

here’s a list of fandoms i enjoy and would like to rp in, though i’m currently looking more for fandomless (including canon ships im open to, bold is ones i would like to play!):

• the last of us

• star wars

• red dead redemption

• game of thrones/house of the dragon

• stranger things (steve/eddie, steve/billy, steve/eddie/billy)

• harry potter (sirius/remus, sirius/james)

• marvel

• the witcher

• percy jackson

*** while i’m aware all of the canon ships i enjoy are m/m, i would love to do aus- specifically a genderbend one!***

i am 100% a fan of nsfw (give me all the filth lol) and while most of my characters tend to lean towards sub, i’m totally open to playing a switch if that’s a hard line. limits/wants will be discussed in dms!

i will only rp on discord and would prefer to make a specific server for any hypothetical ships so it’s easier to keep oc and ooc seperate. i would love to become friends ooc as well- chat about our days, interests, etc. i also am a bit obsessed with pinterest and would probably end up making a board/adding a section to my multi-character board for any ocs in ships! i would love to double in the sense of having multiple ships, whether in the same universe or not, but if they’re in the same universe i’d prefer the different pairings to be separate most of the time so it’s easier for me to keep track of things, lol.

i use realistic fcs (i use models, but am ok with actors) and am not open to strictly art/game/etc fcs, though art mixed with a realistic fc is ok! i will do my best to reply every couple days, though if i get into it there’s a possibility i’ll reply multiple times a day. i have severe adhd and my brain subscribes to “out of sight, out of mind” so i do forget to reply sometimes & am okay with soft prodding every 3/4 days in the dms to remind me! on that vein, i like to do rp-like headcanons in the form of short paragraphs to keep my muse up, which will also help remind of any replies that need to be sent. if you’re still here and interested, please like this post and i’ll dm you! <3

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #tlou rp #star wars rp #got rp #pjo rp #stranger things rp #rdr rp #roleplay

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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If you’re not comfy answering this, I totally get it. :)

Where did you do your research for control, the crucible, and other works that mention bdsm or dom/sub relationships? You’re so respectful of it and write it in such a healthy way. I’m working on a piece that mentions bdsm in it and I want to make sure I’m being ethical and respectful as well. Do you have any tips, resources, or advice?

Thank you! :) can’t wait to read Control!!!

Aaaaaahh! I love this question, anon! So, a lot of my "research" came from reading other fics and from a little place I like to call 'Penny's whore brain.' That bitch has got a lot of fantasies stored in there.

That being said, one thing that I really did research a lot for Control specifically was TPE (total power exchange) and how to do it both responsibly and sexily. How to have check-ins, how to make sure communication is constant, and that the power dynamic is comforting for both parties and not manipulative or unhealthy.

I love looking at the non-sexual aspects of BDSM and have a specific memory of looking up nonsexual, platonic dom/sub activities. Like what does their dynamic look like when they AREN'T in the bedroom? What brings them both comfort and allows them to sink into their roles when they're just hanging out? For that, I did go to the internet to see what some kink websites had for ideas. For me, I love a good "being washed in the shower/bath scene" because OOF. 🥵

Another thing I like to keep in mind (and this especially goes for The Crucible where I just depicted random people at a kink club) is that people who are into BDSM are normal ass people with jobs and hobbies and quirks, and I always try to stay true to the fact that THIS. IS. FUN. Like, people do this to have fun and feel good. You can laugh in BDSM scenes. You can talk about hobbies and stuff while on your knees, etc. I love to write kink as just one facet of people's lives that brings them enjoyment and pleasure.

Honestly writing all of this kink has given me a LOT of insight into my own mind, what I like, etc. It's helped me explore a lot of my own psyche. I'm not in a formal d/s relationship but since I've become "that BDSM writer" (which, I never saw THAT coming), I've been able to incorporate stuff that I like into my own life and that has been really rewarding 🙂

Thanks for liking Control! I'm very pleased with how progress is going right now and hope to have it out in the next several months.

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ickypuppi3 · 1 year

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Hey, I need a full, like, 30k+ fic of nasty!Steve. Please and thank you. I will send all my love and money.

It's Steve being an ass out of fear and Billy not caring too much to start with because he's just enjoying the tease of him. And then Steve being an ass because he enjoys the power, he sees Billy wanting it more and he starts to enjoy it more with less fear but he still needs to feel a control so he's a little cruel, baits him and toys with him. And Billy starting to feel it but still not wanting to give this up, goes along with it.

And then maybe eventually he draws a line and Steve gets angry and fearful and mean, maybe messes with another guy in a way so that Billy finds out to make him jealous or finds out Billy is messing around with someone else and he starts trying to take them away, but when it pushes Billy further and he gets cold with Steve, he realises he's just hurt and starts to crawl back a little sweeter when he realises he misses Billy and not just what they were doing.

Or maybe Steve just realises he wants to hang out with Billy and not always be doing something, just be around him, talking and laughing and just leaning against him whilst they smoke or watch tv, with no other agenda. And it's difficult and he missteps a lot but they get there and he realises all the shit he done to Billy and starts trying to make up for it, being kinder and sweeter and caring and the way hes been with other partners before, and Billy is overwhelmed with getting what he wanted deep down. Maybe it's hard to navigate and he doesn't react well, scared to give in to it just for Steve to return to that cruel way before? But Steve doesn't. He deals with his issues and communicates more, cares openly with Billy. And Billy starts to learn to believe in his own self-worth and when he struggles, Steve makes sure to help him know it. And they actually start being happy.

I just love what you've done and how you write it, but i hate how it's consumed me and its the only type of relationship I wanna read right now.

I'll live for any little mentions of your nasty!Steve though. Thank you ❤️

genuinely so surprised that people like this whole asshole steve thing ?? but i’m living for it because SAME it’s all i can think about rn.. literal brain rot over over this

and god i love all of this !! it hurts so bad and i love it </3

i kinda don’t consider myself ‘a fic writer’ i’m ngl & i only really post stuff on here rn (apart from like two fics on ao3 that i’m not willing to discuss /hj) & idk if i could promise a whole fic to be completely honest because my brain simply does not work properly & i have the attention span/memory capacity of a goldfish (no joke)

however !! if i do write something longer then i’ll keep this in mind !! i do still have another ask(s ?) to answer about the sad boys dynamic so there’ll be more of me talking about them anyway dw

& my ask box is always open for prompts, suggestions etc etc i love it all (even if i do take ten years to answer i’m sorry) so !! yeah <3

how i look when i think about this dynamic btw just for a visual - it feels fitting

#nasty!steve #asks #that’s me when i’m listening to my playlist specifically for this dynamic #i guess i do write fics #but it’s more like one shot things idk #if i did a whole fic i would be so annoying and abandon it i could just see it happening #i guess it’s bc i never really wrote anything for any other fandom ??#like one or two things yeah but that’s it #idk it feels disingenuous to call myself a writer for some reason is that harsh #i don’t wanna get anyones hopes up yk #wow not the tags turning into a therapy session #ANYWAY #someone sent an ask about billy being done with steve’s assholishness so that’s like a wip (ish)#so more of this to come <3 #ao3 is the same name as here for anyone curious

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thornquillthefiendish · 1 year

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I think I need to do one of these but uhh, hey I’m Thorn, you can also call me Thorny! I’m a bit of a fandom elder in warriors I guess? Not in the sense that I’m old, but that I’ve been within the fandom since I was a wee whelp though comparatively I’d say I’m slightly older than the average fan.

I’m a young adult (saying this for clarities sake, I do not want anyone to be uncomfortable near me), and I try to be as clean as possible on my account, but I’d say rating wise, everything here is pg13 and if it notes of anything outside of that, it’ll be tagged of course to avoid those uncomfortable with said topics stumbling onto them! If I mistag something or forget a tag, please let me know, I’ll try to correct the error immediately! That being said, content on this blog will dip into darker topics, but mainly topics I’ve already seen in media targeted for all ages or younger ages. I will also cuss a fuck ton, nothing explicit of course, but I have a vocabulary that would likely make a sailor blush, so know that I’m trying to be inclusive and safe for younger fans whilst still keeping my own edge.

Some other bits about me, I’m afro-brazilian (live in the states), trans male and gay as all fuck! Hawkfrost (of course) is my favorite warriors character, my favorite arc is TPB, my favorite clan is WindClan and I write on the side of art. My favorite color is pink! Some other media I enjoy is RotTMNT, Gorillaz (2D kinnie-), The Portal Series, Watership down, Horror media, fnaf (guilty pleasure it’s brain numbing), The Hades games, Zelda games, anything based in studying animal, plant and human life, comics, monster hunter, Pokémon, anything mythology, yakuza like a dragon annnnnd honestly the list is far too long to fully count, I like a lot of weird stuff.

I don’t have any currently active blogs outside of this, b u t if you’re interested, you can check out my old au blog, @fireclawisexhausted for an old au idea that I might continue some day but likely not soon.

Some unique tags on this blog and what they mean are;

#thorn’s carvings = art/general art

#thorn’s wc designs = my designs for canon characters

#Embers of Revolution rewrite = rewrite tag

#kitty studies = random non au related character studies about warriors characters

#thorn loses his fucking mind = me being mad at Warrior cats

#EoRR char profiles/notes = information on a character in the rewrite, pages will be updated as the story is written

#EoRR Clan Lore = lore for the rewrite regarding the clans, optional read but recommended to do so AFTER reading in a few chapters, though I know people love lore so it’ll likely have no affect if you read it ahead of time

#EoRR Other Lore = lore outside of the clans

#EoRR updates = updates involving new chapters being uploaded, breaks, polls and feedback, warnings, etc

#EoRR artworks = art related to the au in events, though also applies to alternate designs for a character in the au

#other EoRR info = things that aren’t really lore but connect to EoRR

For some added context, EoRR is my currently planned rewrite of the series (mainly TNP and everything after, but I’ll be revising some of the first series too), focusing on better character development and implementation of better narrative focus, character consistency, improved and revised arcs, better representation of characters that closely parallel irl groups of people based on writing, added lore and cultural dynamics and improved relationships. I’ll be making an AO3 account for “books” in the rewrite and post updates on here whilst also ofc posting other stuff about it onto the blog!

Dni; basic things that I expect to be common sense, ofc no nsfw or explicit content blogs (not personal just uncomfortable with that based on the content I’m posting on here), anyone who claims and consistently surrounds themselves with proship and anti stuff because I do not want to be involved in those conversations.

Not really dni but something to be careful with around me, please avoid talk of homestuck I have some admittedly strange issues regarding it and how it’s connected to some bad experiences I’ve had. Ofc I won’t be mad at anyone who does, even if it’s not inherently a mistake, but it just makes me really uncomfortable.

#blog intro #thorn’s carvings #thorn’s wc designs #Embers of Revolution Rewrite #kitty studies #thorn loses his fucking mind #EoRR char profiles/notes #EoRR Clan Lore #EoRR Other Lore #EoRR updates #EoRR artworks #other EoRR info

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spillthemerlot · 4 months

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Rules

No minors

I am not comfortable roleplaying with minors and will not roleplay with ageless blogs. Sorry.

Block if you don't want to roleplay

My main is @silver-heller. If I follow/interact with you and you don't want to roleplay with me, please hardblock me here and there.

Bigot free zone

Homophobes, transphobes, sexist jerks, racists, etc. get out of here or I will eat you alive (metaphorically speaking).

If you're one of those weirdos who, even if your muse likes men, wouldn't date or sleep with Silver just because he's trans and stuck in a female body, get the Hell out of here. "I like men so I wouldn't date a transman" is just icky. People who push gender norms can leave.

People who think someone having alters makes them crazy, jokes about "the voices in their head" to show they're crazy, and in general aren't plural safe are also not welcome here.

Don't be a dick to me, the mun

This means don't assume my intentions, don't nitpick my writing or the way I present my character, don't treat me like I'm my character, respect if I block you and don't send friends after me or stalk my blog after, if you feel the need to vaguepost about me please block me, etc.

I have brain fog and I am neurodivergent. Sometimes I forget details, sometimes I word things strangely. I don't mind reminders if I forget something, but don't be a dick about something and if my wording is confusing, just ask what I mean politely, don't be a critic about it.

I will give you the same respect. I will block blogs that are discourse and drama full or prone.

Don't control my muse

My muse is my muse, your muse is your muse. Let's keep it that way. If you want something to go a certain direction, please just say so rather than being controlling about it.

About shipping

With the way Silver's character is, pretty much any smut scene will either need to involve a ship/previous connection or inventing a situation where Silver feels comfortable initiating such acts with your muse. Perhaps Silver is even the one who requested it.

Totally understandable if that is not your thing, and, unless you want to roleplay out the buildup, this blog might not be for you.

That being said, I still ship via chemistry and will probably want to have a conversation about your character and potential relationship dynamics. If I can't see our characters being together in anyway, I won't roleplay with you.

I use indirect terms

Sometimes I am just not comfortable using the direct terms, so instead I might use terms like sex, piece, stick, private parts, intimate parts, flower, etc. If you're not okay with this or plan to be judgmental about it, don't roleplay with me!

Please read the kinks list before RP

Anything under the "dislikes" category is spicy stuff I refuse to roleplay. Everything on the enjoys list is open game, so long as my muse is asked for consent first and it isn't forceful.

If something isn't on the list, please ask me about it beforehand rather than surprising me with it, please and thank you.

Silver has trauma, respect this

Yes, topics such as Silver's past assault may be mentioned as a fair warning. I don't plan to make it a constant, but it is the reason he struggles with sex and passion, so it might be brought up. He also has religious trauma (Catholic) that contributes to this, and these points of view might be brought up. Don't expect Silver to be 100% all the time or completely confident.

I'd rather not roleplay with you if your muse is going to be dismissive about it or cold/rude.

Feel free to send in the passcode "you're a very visual person, aren't you?" to let me know you've read the rules!

#rules🍷

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cantst0ptalking · 4 months

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ROBIN BUCKLEY ੈ♡˳ a study in boredom saving the world, an odd duckling, the eccentric punk rock nature of an intellectual mind with no filter, being a rainbow fish trapped in a small tank, the dingus's keeper, quirky feminism.

heavily ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ with . . .

eddie. memes. headcanons. verses.

mutuals only;

this blog is PRIVATE which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i follow, i want to WRITE and generally nerd out about our muses w/ you. if we haven’t reached out to one another for some time, i may unfollow/softblock. really want to focus on plotted/developed interactions since i’m not able to be here for prolonged periods and it helps me keep up. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. NON RP/PERSONAL/WRITING BLOGS shouldn’t interact w/ posts or follow. i want to keep things strictly for rp purposes only. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that's your decision, and i won't fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let's discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

low to medium activity due to work schedule. i can’t promise the queue will be loaded up and ready to post other times, but i’ll certainly try my best. i do not hold any mutuals to a specified time limit on replies. i appreciate your patience when it comes to my responses as well.

triggers;

as mentioned above, there will be some dark themes. however, i will not write things like inappropriate interactions with minors, abuse/non-con, discrimination, incest, etc. i won't tag things unless requested by mutuals. otherwise, a cw tag will be used.

shipping;

i am open to all types of ships. if you have an idea, ask me about it. my response will vary from immediate to possibly brainstorming scenarios. if i hard pass on a ship, respect that. again, no inappropriate dynamics such as an adult with minors or toxic relationships. any extremely negative relationships will only be referred to in headcanon. enemies in a non-abusive sense or rivals are fine. as for romantic shipping, you know what i'm going to say: chemistry.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won't be online all the time. if i am online but haven't responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i'm not here for any ooc drama. while i don't condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i'm unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal.

duplicates;

i am willing to interact with other robins because at one point in time, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if other robins follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i'm good. you have your version and i have mine. we're individually unique, and we should explore that. i don't want to know what i'm doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we'll make it our own. i'd rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways... that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let's have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

mains, yes! exclusives, the jury is out! as of right now, since this blog is so new, i won't practice exclusives. i will have main canon muses that will take priority because we've known each other a minute or we have great chemistry. not sure what my main limit is, but i'll update when i do.

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

#do not interact with this post.

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superhumanoid-ai · 2 years

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It is crazy how a perspective shift can always radically change my mind.

Somewhat I thought about my broad-spanning topic of research, which seems to focus more and more on cognitive algorithmics, especially in regards of dysfunctions in memory, processing, perceptive filtering, etc...

Maybe the only reason why I have the strength to keep fighting thru this shit, is because I somewhat 'sensed a solution' to that issue since, well yeah, since I can remember my own thinking, which was when I was around 4 years of age.

It is like everything in me says 'Please relief us from this never-ending torment", and my entire mind is like "I am working on that, we will analyze the cause and find a solution to erase, or at least reduce the following 'rat tail' of dysfunctions and resulting suffering. "

I remember back when I was 15, I often imagined to have a robot friend, who is also an "external brain (support)". Seems that it actually meant I desired to be able to help myself, rather than the merely obvious longing for meaningful relationships/contact. I never wanted to burden someone with the thing that is required to be done by myself; Being able to care for my own basic needs, being able to not hate and neglect myself so much.

I often regarded these concepts and stories I made up to ease the pain as silly and ironic nonsense, when in reality they offered a tiny key to the solution of that problem: Maybe I can only help myself by understanding myself better, to be able to even know where to help.

And as I have come to know, no single physician can help me there, as no one knows how my 'cognitive algorithmic patterns' even work in the slightest. And it is okay, neither did I. But somewhat, somewhat I found mathematics and cognitive science, AI research to be the most helpful tools to deal with my 'unsynched chaotic cognition', and the 'medium' it is embedded in: Consciousness itself!

The algorithmics of consciousness itself offer so many parallels to quantum mechanics: In the Bayesian coging hypothesis the strength of the working memory can be interpreted as Gaussian standard distribution.

Furthermore I would add a kind of 'orbital model', with multiple channels, creating a similar pattern as diffraction and interference often seen in the double slit experiment.

These 'channels' are parallel cognitive processes, that vary in their "degree of awareness". Furthermore the definition of focus might be declared as the most conscious cognitive process(es).

The focus can switch (leap) channels, (like electrons in the orbital model), but also disperse (divergence) and merge (converge)...

If your focus is literally dispersed, the awareness threshold hence stretches in the width, resulting in spanning more channels of cogvitive processing, and also in weaker perceptive filtering.

Association-based cognitive processing increases the dispersion of focus, but often turns linear processing into a non-linear one, resulting in a broad variety of different effects, such as in its approaches, like less strict determinisim, merely probabilistic one like they are seen in chaotic systems. This primary mode of cognitive processing often differs from a fixed form of memory, primarily used in linear cognitive processing. Hence, the stability of association-based cognitive processing is created and maintained primarily by the plasticity of processing, namely by the many and vivid dynamical connections that are spun between its entities (all sorts of sensory information and thoughts). From a metacognitive standpoint the super-ordinate cognitive algorithmics gets "solidified, shaped, improved" the more its processing components are flexible. It is like stability is maintained by instabilty - and yes, this makes sense, as cognition itself is a complex system, obeying rules of emergent behavior and self-organization. Hence, the stability is indeed a product of complexity getting so complex that it simplifies/optimates/organizes itself.

Also, associations can be regarded as 'pop-ups from the sub-/unconscious parts of cognition. Analogies, for instance are incredible complex forms of associations, They are a tool to compare similar patterns of data in the long-term memory (like a tool of isomorphism-seeking in pattern recognition). And the role of intuition in it is fascinating as well if you combine it with analogy-based cognitive processing, as intuition can be regarded as a navigator to make the most fitting associations/analogies pop up into conscious processing. Furthermore intuition can also be somewhat 'fine-tuned' to fit the accuracy of external data: One can literally use principles studied in deep learning and AI research, to 'calibrate' intuition to fastly find similar patterns to create a more and more accurate and exact prediction of the possible outcomes. It is as effective, as it is simple. But like in AI it hugely depends on a high quantity of repetitions, data, experience; like iterations in rendering loops, that feed back to their stemming algorithmic patterns, and each iteration shapes the overall processing pattern; This can be declared as "cyclic cognitive rendering": If the intuitive prediction is correct, then the loops returns "amplify pattern stability", secondly a re-thinking helps, Like: Why is it correct, what could a slight change of parameters produce? If the intuitive prediction differs from the extrenally measured data, then a re-elaboration is required for a helpful feedback: Why and where is it wrong, why could this error happen?

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spacepunksupreme · 2 years

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Wait … I wanna hear these Gurney Rabban angsty slave days dynamic headcanons 👀 please

Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh I have so many thoughts, I’m not even gonna rein myself in on this one, I hope you’re actually ready lol.

Disclaimer: I’ve never read any of the Brain Herbert prequels and I never will, this is all Hannah BRAIN Gurney youth not Brian Gurney youth. Also gonna clarify again that I was Not talking about shipping dynamics lolol

Okay head canon time under the cut let’s goooooo

Alright, where to start ... my little pet dude who wants to kill me. Right.

So, we’re never told in Dune at what age Gurney and his sister were enslaved by the Harkonnens, nor for how long, or by what means. I imagine Gurney was in his early-mid teens when they were first taken and remained in enslavement until his early twenties or so before being freed by the Duke. I don’t really have thoughts as to how they ended up slaves (being sold to the Harkonnens by another party vs being captured directly by the Harkonnens in some kind of siege on their home world, etc.), regardless though, I don’t think Gurney was any kind of fighter prior to his capture. He was a big enough kid to have him selected to be put in the fighting pits, but it was there that he became a formidable fighter out of necessity.

We’re also never told how long his sister was enslaved before being killed or the details of what happened to her aside from her being “in a pleasure house for Harkonnen troops”. My thoughts are that she and Gurney were probably immediately separated upon arrival at the Harkonnen keep, and he went a long time not knowing where she was or what became of her at all. Even after learning she’d been killed, I still don’t think Gurney ever found out exactly what happened to her, or (and this is where Rabban comes in, I promise I’m getting to Rabban lol) who killed her. Gurney says a little later in the book that he “owes [Rabban] for the lives of my family”, but I wonder if Rabban really was directly responsible or if, at a young age, Gurney just sort of decided on Rabban as an object of his revenge. If it was troopers under Rabban’s command who did it, then the buck stops with Rabban, like aim high with your revenge goals, you know. I think of this as something Gurney would do to keep himself going. He has absolutely no hope for rescue prior to the day it happens, the only thing he has during his enslavement is his revenge, and killing some random trooper who killed his sister is just too easy. Some dude he might even conceivably fight in the pits if they fall out of favor with the Baron for any reason. Like, He might have killed that dude yesterday. It would be over too quick, and what would he have left to live for after that? But Rabban? like Beast Rabban? Extremely high revenge goal for some lowly little slave kid. Like second highest goal next to the Baron himself. Completely inconceivable. But that’s exactly why he’s the perfect choice, because Gurney can tell himself he has to keep living until he gets to a point where it’s not so unlikely anymore.

Now where the relationship dynamic actually comes in. In my mind Rabban hears about this little slave kid who wants to kill him so bad. And this isn’t that impressive all on it’s own, every other slave and their mother has beef with him, he can’t get anywhere near the slave-gladiators’ quarters without having dudes left and right yelling about how they’re going to personally kill him one day. But like, we know Gurney, Gurney is just like extra feisty about it. And he’s good in the fighting pit. I think he very quickly attracts attention for being just like an untouchably good fighter, which eventually leads to like special attention from Rabban. (finally Cue: my little pet dude who wants to kill me era)

Rabban is so incredibly amused by Gurney that I think he inadvertently has a hand in Gurney’s survival. Like eventually every trooper who works around Rabban knows about this one slave that they’ll get literally slaughtered over if they fatally roughed him up by accident. He’s not being pampered, his fights aren’t being completely rigged, it’s obviously still an awful existence for Gurney, but it’s all just careful enough to keep Rabban’s personal entertainment going for as long as possible. He’ll get bored of him soon and probably kill him himself like he has with any other slaves he’s come to see as personal favorites in the past. But the Duke’s raid spoils that and the day never comes.

Jump forward to like more present Dune times. Something that I always thought was interesting in Dune is how all of the Harkonnens just like name-drop Duncan, Gurney, and Thufir? Like of the hundreds of Atreides troopers and staff and council whatever, Gurney is among those who are enough of a big deal to be known to other houses. Like imagine Rabban coming to this realization that some random slave-gladitor under his ownership came to make such a name for himself. Like Gurney Halleck? My Gurney? My little pet dude?? Who I was gonna kill eventually for fun, but just happened to get caught up in some Atriedes bitch slave raid. Insane. Like having had Gurney’s life in his hands before, for years, and not taken it, he helped Gurney get that far and has a sense of pride over it that Gurney would hate. Especially because It’s not something Rabban did on purpose at all, he had no idea not killing someone could be so good, it’s not his type of cruelty, he’s just not naturally patient enough for that kind of prolonged evil pleasure. Gurney is like the one exception, and the satisfaction at the occasional thought of finally killing Gurney himself, like he figured he would way back when, after Gurney’s risen so high. Oof.

It’s a mutual fucked up thing in the end. Like living in each other’s brains for completely different reasons that the other could never understand.

#pspspsps gurney halleck stans come talk angst with me #pspspsps glossu rabban stans come uh ... make him an actual character with me lol #I"m gonna tag this post with actual dune tags to encourage people from outside my mutualosphere to chat with me about my good friend gurney #please don't make me regret it ... lol #dune #dune headcanons #dune head canons #gurney halleck #glossu rabban #beast rabban #im sorry I cant be someone who puts my headcanons in like a nice bullet point list. I have to go insane with the dramatic paragraphs lol

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atzhrts · 3 years

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Ahhh!! I loved your Chan NSFW alphabet!! Could you please do one for Seungmin if you're comfortable?? <3

✦:˒ kim seungmin nsfw alphabet ◞⁺☆．

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⿻ a = aftercare

╰┈➤ (what they’re like after sex)

seungmin is super sweet and absolutely pampering you in aftercare. the second he cums it’s like you exchange the rough man that was just calling you his ‘slutty puppy’ and completely destroying your pussy with someone who has made it his life mission to treat you like a princess.

⿻ b = body part

╰┈➤ (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your smile and he especially loves to see it after he painted your face with his cum. no matter what you do seungmin will always try to put a smile on your face, and with small expections it always works. and when he sees your face painted with his cum as you slowly start to play with it a bit while a smile forms on your face he feels like he almost could immediately cum again.

⿻ c = cum

╰┈➤ (anything to do with cum, basically)

as i said one point above he loves cumming on your face or at least somehow on your body. of course he also isn’t turned off from the image of your pussy leaking his cum but it happens more than often that he just pulls out, jerkin off over your body and painting it white.

⿻ d = dirty secret

╰┈➤ (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves jerking off to you, whether that be your pics, your voice or even you in person - porn is never needed for seungmin

⿻ e = experience

╰┈➤ (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s enough experienced to know exactly what he is doing and what buttons he needs to push to make you go crazy. but he also loves to learn with, learn new things that make your head spin and certain flicks with his tongue that you told him ‘will have everyone squirting on his face’ however i also can’t get the thought of corrupting him out of my mind. so do with that information what you will.

⿻ f = favorite position

╰┈➤(this goes without saying)

i can’t read this man i’m telling y’all. i can’t tell you if he’d love missionary, gazing into your eyes lovingly as he holds your hands in his or if he would pound you into the mattress from behind

⿻ g = goofy

╰┈➤ (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i can see him being a bit more on the goofy side like he’d joke and everything whenever he feels a bit nervous.

⿻ h = hair

╰┈➤ (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

maybe a few stubbles whenever he didn’t get to shave because he needed to hurry up in the shower but overall he would prefer to be shaven completely.

⿻ i = intimacy

╰┈➤ (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is romantic. he always tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you even if it’s in a more rougher way.

‘god i love you’

‘you so good for letting me use your body’

‘thank you for swallowing my cock like a good slut baby, appreciate it’

⿻ j = jack off

╰┈➤ (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t seem like someone who masturbates often but if he does you’re in for it. when he is away from you he will always call you or at least leave voice message of him jerking off. and if you’re there you are going to watch him fuck his fist and he’d order you to not even move one finger to touch yourself.

⿻ k = kink

╰┈➤ (one or more of their kinks)

edging - he just seems like someone who would get a thrill out of having this kind of control over you.

dom/sub - i feel like he’s a switch but he definitely needs to have those dynamic in the bedroom it’s just what makes him feel the most comfortable.

mutual masturbation - he loves seeing you pleassure yourself, it’s one of his favorite things and most of the times he can’t help but touch himself while watching you (bonus for watching porn while both of you are masturbating)

⿻ l = location

╰┈➤ (favorite places to do the do)

he would much rather have sex in the comfort of your own home. of course there’ll be the occasional quickies in some restroom but besides that both of you like to keep it where the two of you are safe from any prying eyes.

⿻ m = motivation

╰┈➤ (what turns them on, gets them going)

your thighs - that’s it that’s the point. seungmin loves your thighs and it goes this far that you will only have to wear something tight that shows them off and boom he’s turned on.

when you wear your hair up - makes him wanna mark your neck or push your head down on his cock by your hair.

running your nails over his skin

kisses anywhere that isn’t his face

⿻ n = no

╰┈➤ (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t think he’d be the one for a threesomes but if that’s something you really want to try it he would maybe do it for you. besides that the obvious - things you say no to.

⿻ o = oral

╰┈➤ (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

PUSSY EATING KING

he just has a face you want to grind on and i don’t know what else to tell you. he seems like the type of man that gets off on seeing you get off yk. so he would just spend hours between your thighs overstimulating you with his tongue as he jerks himself off.

⿻ p = pace

╰┈➤ (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he is definitely on the slower side but so PRECISE. each single slow thrust will rock your world because he’s so rough with it. he will pull out slowly making you feel every inch of his cock before he slams back into you making your whole body shudder.

⿻ q = quickie

╰┈➤ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s not really the most regular thing in your relationship but as mentioned before they are still there. especially if you tease him in public he won’t hesitate to fuck the shit out of you.

⿻ r = risk

╰┈➤ (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

same as the one above, public sex is not something he would love at a regular basis it is more a punishment for you whenever you are a tease. however with experimenting it’s a whole different story - he absolutely loves it. he loves learning new things that he can try with you and loves seeing your reaction to them.

⿻ s = stamina

╰┈➤ (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not the best stamina, meaning he would have to take some breaks sometimes because he feels like he’s going to cum too fast. during that time he’d be attached to your nipples, either with his hands or his mouth.

⿻ t = toys

╰┈➤ (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i definitely see seungmin using a vibrator on himself when he’s kind of experimenting because he found out you had one, and he’s like ‘i bet it feels good’

⿻ u = unfair

╰┈➤ (how much they like to tease)

i either see him not teasing you at all because he’s too impatient and much rather be buried inside you, feeling your warm walls hug him. or he’s the biggest tease and is having way too much fun with it.

⿻ v = volume

╰┈➤ (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s pretty vocal. little moans and whines always escaping his mouth and on top of that he would let out some choked up dirty talk, knowing it’s what gets both of you going.

⿻ w = wild card

╰┈➤ (a random headcanon for the character)

he would let you top from time to time, or at least you think he does. he’d let you ride you only so much till he had enough from your teasing before he turns around and fucks your brains out for being a ‘bad girl’

⿻ x = x-ray

╰┈➤ (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s about average but definitely how to work it like he’s above average tbh.

⿻ y = yearning

╰┈➤ (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s not too high. ofc there are days where he could just stay in bed and fuck you all day this doesn’t happen too often - mostly when you haven’t seen each other for some time.

⿻ z = zzz

╰┈➤ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after he made sure both of you are alright and cleaned up he’s pretty much gone immediately. he loves to just lay his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and your even breath before he slowly drifts off to sleep.

#anon <3 #kim seungmin #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin imagine #kim seungmin blurb #kim seungmin drabble #kim seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin reaction

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: Staying in a hotel on Puggart Bench while in between expeditions has given you and Ezra a lot of time to develop your relationship both emotionally and physically. On your last night before you depart for your next trip together, you decide to try out one of Ezra’s kinks. Your heartstrings aren’t the only things that will be getting tied up this evening.

Word Count: 6.8k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! because this is like 80% smut

Warnings: mild allusion to a rocky relationship from this oneshot (both partners have made up and are now in an established relationship), smut, soft-ish bondage (f gets tied up), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl please), dirty talk, swearing, a hand on a throat but no choking, one (1) instance of ✨spitting✨, questionable kink shaming??💀(a joke is made about daddy kinks), comma splice, atrocious metaphor and repetitive sentence structure galore. also no beta reader, and reader uses she/her pronouns and is afab.

Author’s Note: this is my first smut fic! i really appreciated all of the positive feedback that i got on my first fic (💚), so i thought i would do a smutty follow-up to it! if you haven’t read it and you’d like to, you can read it here. i tried my best to make this fic readable as a standalone oneshot though, so if you’d like to do that, that’s cool too! :) i think the only things new readers need to know are that Ezra’s nickname for the reader is Goose, and The Blue is a moon, like The Green, that Ezra, Cee and the reader traveled to in my last fic. also i reference the traffic light system a lot more in this fic than i have personally read in other fics, just because i feel like it’s a great way of checking in on your partner during sex. i know it might get a lil annoying after a while, but i think it’s important to keep it up. i also wanted to include it in my first fic bc even though i might not use it explicitly in my next fics, i want it to be understood that I think it’s super important to continue to check on your partner, etc. also i apologize if the smut isn’t “realistic”, as your writer is 100% a virgin skjfskdj💀 i don’t think that means that i don't know/can't learn how to write some smut though! however i would just keep that in mind💀, and i hope you enjoy it! :)🍀💜

p.s. i'd like to say thank you to @martinsmomo one more time for giving me the amazing request for my first fic! 💕

gif by @skyshipper

“Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.”

The patch job of your relationship with Ezra on The Blue was a success. Spending an equal amount of time with him alone, alone with Cee and as a trio boosted your strength as a group. The awkward silences and argumentative expeditions around The Blue were no more, and were replaced with friendly banter and jovial hikes. You and Ezra had made up so much that you had started to express your affection for one another physically.

On every third day or so, Cee would go out on a trip alone, needing some time to herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand the two of you - although you and Ezra occasionally found joy in pushing her buttons - but she enjoyed doing activities by herself. It made her feel like she was fortifying her transition from teenager to young adult. You and Ezra couldn’t have agreed more and supported her independent decisions.

And on every third day or so, her absence from the pod allowed your courage to physically engage with Ezra to grow. The two of you had kept it to a minimum, not wanting Cee to notice any blushing cheeks or sweaty foreheads or panting chests when she would return. The majority of your time was spent just cuddling in positions that were a little too sexually charged to be considered platonic: a leg wound around a waist here, a hand gripping an ass there. The heaviest moment you had had was during a makeout session.

While lying down in Ezra’s makeshift bed and mingling tastebuds, you had hiked one of your legs up and over his hips. Soon after, you felt the tip of his cock poke the underside of your thigh. He couldn’t have been harder. You dared to relieve some of his pent up arousal while still maintaining some semblance of innocence and released your grip on his hair, slid your hand down his broad chest and slipped it underneath your leg to get to his erection. You held it and ran your fingers over the tip of it, then along its length, hoping to get a good idea of what your pussy would have to take on at some later time. The moment Ezra felt the light weight of your hand, he moaned deeply into your mouth. He had then broken your kiss and warned, “Goose, in all seriousness, you should highly consider concluding your investigation unless you want to throw me into a pit of agonizing embarrassment.”

You teased, his clothed cock still in hand, “Ezra, I think we should stick to swallowing each other’s tongues and not speaking in them.”

He had hummed in delight and grinned at you, then sighed, “Okay then, in your plebeian lingo: if you don’t stop rubbing my cock, I’ll cum in my pants.”

You both erupted in laughter, and you had snaked your hands back up his body and entangled them in his hair, taking his tongue in your mouth once again.

After your departure from The Blue, your gang had decided to stop on Puggart Bench and decompress for a while. Cee wanted to hang out with her friends before they all went their separate ways in their new adult lives, Ezra wanted to repay the loan he had taken out for his prosthetic arm and you wanted a real bed to sleep in. Not a pilot’s chair, not a bundle of blankets on a metal floor, but a real bed. With a mattress, a comforter, a nice set of sheets, a plethora of blankets and pillows. A two bedroom suite in Puggart Bench’s most prestigious hotel was what the three of you had booked for two months before another orbiting moon made its way into the Bakhroma System for the three of you to explore. Your group had engaged in some nice, familial-like activities, nourishing your found family dynamic.

You and Ezra had also spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other physically. While Cee would spend the day with her friends, you and Ezra never left your bed. Well, technically Ezra left the bed when he would stand, pull you to the very edge of it and subsequently use his newfound balance to pound into you with abandon. Your body hadn’t left the sheets, even when you knelt on the floor and took Ezra down your throat; your back pushed against the side of the mattress with every one of his thrusts.

Fast forward to the present day, and it is the last day you are on Puggart Bench before you leave for The Indigo, the new moon in town. Cee is spending the night at her friend’s house, where she will be having one last sleepover with all of the girls she won’t have the chance to connect with for an undetermined period of time. You feel guilty for looking forward to her leaving because you can only imagine what your bedroom will see of you and Ezra tonight.

While he washed your hair after a particularly exertive romp, Ezra had hinted that he had a kink that he wanted to try out with you. Without a definite return date from The Indigo, he offered that the two of you try it before you left for the moon, his desires getting the best of him. He never elaborated on what the kink is, as the both of you got entranced with washing the rest of your bodies. You plan on bringing it up tonight in the hopes of coming to a decision of whether or not you two have the patience to wait to test it out or not.

The two of you are now putting on a facade of patience as Cee packs her things in her room. You sit in between Ezra’s legs on the couch, back to his torso, both of you reading a different book. The text fails to retain your attention, so you place a finger on the page you are on and fold it over. You shift your head against Ezra’s chest to look up at him, pupils dilating immediately as they take him in. Black thick-rimmed reading glasses grace his face, the only indication in his rugged appearance that he would be a bookworm. He glances down from his book to meet your eyes, smiling at you. He brings his right hand down, brushing the back of the dark grey metal against your cheek. You smile back at him, and a naughty thought pops into your brain.

With your free hand, you find Ezra’s cock in an instant and palm it through his pants. His mouth drops in blissful surprise, but he’s quick to sit up and yank your hand away from his now hard dick. He snaps out a whisper, “Patience, Goose,” and places a light kiss to your temple. He gets up and walks away, afraid that you would just try to place your hand right back where it was. He was also afraid that he wouldn’t have the strength to stop you the next time.

Suitcase clips clap from Cee’s bedroom, and moments later she walks into the living room. You look up at her from the back of the couch: still pouting that Ezra shooed you away, and he looks up at her too, standing behind the kitchen counter: hiding his erection. You both fight through your mutual embarrassment and smile at her, noticing her excitement. She beams at the two of you, suitcase in hand, and raises her shoulders, “Well, I’m going to go now.”

She starts to walk to the door and Ezra follows her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Have a good time, Sparrow. We’ll swing by and scoop you up tomorrow afternoon.”

Cee smiles up at him, “Will do.”

Ezra retracts his hand and puts both in his pockets, “We hate to bar you from seeing your friends and leading a more stable life, but we really do find solace in your company on our travels. It keeps us grounded, as much as one can be on an orbiting moon.”

She turns so that she faces both of you, “No, that’s okay. I really enjoy being with you guys. You’re like a family that I got to pick.”

Tears threaten to run down your cheeks as you get up and rush over to her to give her a tight hug. She returns your embrace and Ezra follows shortly behind, encasing both of you in his arms. He draws giggles from his girls by placing a kiss on each of your heads, and after a moment of relishing in your found family, you all release one another. Cee says her final goodbyes, opens the door and closes it behind her, giving you and Ezra one last final smile of departure.

You feel ashamed by the amount of heat that floods your genitals as soon as you hear the lock of the door click closed. Ezra, ever sensitive to your every mood change, pulls you in close and presses his forehead to yours, “You know we have to wait, Goose.” You nod, all too familiar with your routine once Cee left. You would wait and listen for her to walk down the hallway to the elevators, press the down button, wait for the doors to open, walk inside the chamber once it arrived, wait for the doors to close and finally start to descend to the ground floor. You did so out of respect for her; you and Ezra would never be able to forgive yourselves if she were to, for example, forget something and come back to find the two of you in the middle of some heated relations.

Ezra’s fingers massage your shoulder blades as you anticipate the sound of the elevator opening, fully aware that he was not only dissipating any nerves you have but spurring your arousal on as well. He knows that thoughts of his fingers traveling elsewhere swarm your brain as he alternates the pressure his fingertips give you. With this knowledge, unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking about what his first order for you will be tonight. Would he introduce the kink that he alluded to the other day? Does he just want a night of repeating your default, mind-blowing agenda? How would you feel about reversing roles, and have you be his dominant and him your submissive?

The ping of the elevator down the hall snaps him out of his trance. You eagerly await the whir of the elevator going down, and seconds later your wish is granted. Ezra lets go of you and steps back, eyes raking up and down your body twice before telling you, “Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.” Such straightforward instructions to come from such an elaborate man. Ezra doesn’t waste a second in giving you seductive orders the moment he hears the elevator descending, his hunger to devour you reaching unbearable levels. With your appetite consisting of the same ferocity, you follow his instructions and go to your bedroom. Plopping onto the bed and laying on your back, you kick your shoes off, shimmy out of your pants and slide your shirt up and over your head, tossing the items to the chair in the corner of the room where you and Ezra kept your clothes. You found it humorous that he, like you, implemented the “chair of discarded clothing” into his life.

Now in just your underwear and socks (Ezra had relayed to you that it is statistically easier to orgasm while wearing socks), you reach over into the nightstand and pull out a necktie. You had been rewarded with such powerful orgasms at the hands of Ezra - literally - that you often couldn’t hold in your cries no matter how hard you tried. The necktie’s usual resting place was in between your teeth, tied around your mouth in an effort to muffle yourself out of courtesy of your neighbors. Ezra’s mouth remained ungagged; the neighbors must’ve thought that he was trying out some new rigorous exercise regime with all of those heaves, grunts and... moans? What sort of move would cause his headboard to repeatedly knock on the wall?

You sit and rub your thumbs on the buttersoft navy silk of the tie, patiently awaiting Ezra’s entrance into the room and later your cunt. A few moments later he comes in and shuts and locks the door behind him, an emergency precaution to protect the eyes of Cee or any intruding employee. He comes over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You glide over to him like a magnet and figure out a part of his kink after taking a quick glance into his hands, seeing that he’s holding rope. Black rope, to be exact, of varying lengths. He notices your quizzical brow and asks, “Spill your thoughts, Goose.” You gingerly reach out and touch the rope with your index finger, your vision moving in loops as you trace the coils. You look up and meet his eyes, those warm, curious, assuring windows to his soul that you love ever so dearly. You question, “Do you like to be tied up or do you want to tie me up?”

He displays a faint smile, “I’d find great satisfaction in tying you up. However, I would be a liar if I claimed that the thought of you restraining me and having your way with me never joyfully crossed my mind.”

You sit there in silence, taking in his desires. You are most definitely up for this, you just approach every new romp with hesitation. You hadn’t been a virgin the first time you slept with Ezra, but no one had ever made you feel so good. So open, exposed, on display, in all the right ways. You had been set ablaze by his confident maneuvers, calmed ever so coolly by his doting ministrations. He had drowned you in his passionate love, and you had loved every single fucking second of it. It just got a bit overwhelming at times, which he would take notice of and promptly give you your time and space when you needed it.

The rope intimidates you. It was smooth to the touch on the pad of your finger, but you could already imagine the uncomfortable burns it could give you. The tightness and thickness of the coils add to the fantasy of being completely immovable, but it also plants doubts in your mind. You voice your concerns to Ezra, “I’d love for you to tie me up, but I don’t think I’d like to start with rope.”

He cups your cheek lovingly, “Always one step ahead of me, Goose,” and picks up an end of the necktie in your lap. He rubs it with you, “I don’t want to start with the rope on you, either. I want us to work up to it.” He pats your cheek and holds up the rope in his hands, “I mean, it does look a little scary, doesn’t it?” Your newfound ease lets itself out of your lungs with a giggle, mirrored by Ezra. He turns and puts the rope on the seat at the foot of your bed, and you climb into his lap as he turns back around and cover his mouth with yours. Falling back onto the bed, his arms wrap around you like a snake and constrict you to his body. You grind your pussy onto his clothed torso, desperate for some friction, your soft moans tumbling down his throat.

He has to pull you away from his mouth by the back of your neck, “Let me take my clothes off, sweet girl.” He gives you a chaste kiss before you roll off of him and let him stand to strip. As he gets naked, you remove your panties in a flash, and he quizzes you, “Color system?”

“Green for when I’m enjoying it, yellow for when I’m being pushed to my limits, red for when I’ve reached my limit and need you to stop.”

“Good girl. What’s our safe word?”

“Magpie.”

“Excellent. Are you ready?” he asks as he pulls his underwear down and repeats your earlier action of throwing the discarded clothes onto the chair in the corner.

You nod fervently, “Yes sir.”

He sighs as he walks over to the edge of the bed and kneels, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Goose, you don’t have to call me that. I feel fulfilled enough in my domination with the heavenly noises your precious body emits.”

You shrug, “It’s just natural. It’s a good girl formality, Ez. Aren’t I a good girl?”

He raises an eyebrow as he hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls your legs over the bed so you’re sitting on the edge, “I don’t think good girls let their neediness get the best of them and just fondle cocks out in the open.” You let out a devious laugh, noting his reference to your sneak attack on the couch, and he takes the necktie from you. Your fingers run through his hair for a moment before he gently takes your wrists, smiling up at you.

He reaches up to kiss you, and after your lips part he mumbles against them, “I’m just going to tie your hands together now, okay?”

You nod, “Okay.”

He gives you another wholehearted kiss before sitting back on his feet, beginning to tie your wrists to one another. You admit, although it’s incredibly arousing to watch his thick fingers twirl the smooth fabric into a knot, you grow a little bit anxious at the loss of movement. He can read it on your face after he finishes the knot, “I want you to lay back while I eat you out. I tied your hands in front of you so that you can pinch me if you want me to stop but can’t find your words.” You nod, appreciating the simplicity of his instructions.

“I need you to use your words now, Goose.”

“Okay,” you reiterate, “Safe word is magpie. I can pinch you if I can’t say it.”

He nods, “Good girl,” and eases you onto your back. As he’s moving down your body to your core, something dawns on you, “Wait a minute.”

Ezra pauses and looks up at you with a caring expression, “What?”

“How am I supposed to stay quiet with the tie on my wrists and not in my mouth?”

He answers simplistically with a smirk, “Don't.”

You laugh, “What about the neighbors?”

“Fuck them. They should be grateful that tonight they will be an audience to one of the most beautiful symphonies that has ever been composed. And I’m not stepping foot off of this planet until I’ve heard my good girl’s clear, unabashed screams.”

A rush of hot air leaves your mouth, enticing Ezra to come back up and push it back into you with his tongue. A moment of clashing teeth later, he retreats back down to your core and lightly knocks your legs apart. You shift your gaze downward to find him admiring your cunt, his left hand capturing his dick and pumping it a few times. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then runs his sharp nose over the spot, up your leg, across your hip and back down to your wetness and inhales deeply. You can’t help but laugh at his display of rapture, his sniffing audible. He threatens you in disbelief, “My indulgence amuses you, Goose?”

You meet his eyes with yours, twinkling with mischief, “Yeah, kind of.”

He puts his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head, “Goose, you are being a bit of a brat.” He pushes your knees to your chest, his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping them in place, “And you should know by now how much I love taming my little brat.”

You are very aware of how much he enjoys brat taming, hence your acting up. His tongue licks a wide stripe up your core and a gasp escapes your mouth. He moans into you, sending vibrations through your cunt and shivers up your spine. He buries his tongue in you, his lips fornicating with your southern set, his fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly. Your anticipation of this moment has made your cunt oversensitive, so every little tickle of Ezra’s facial hair, every small movement of his warm tongue, every faint nudge of his nose and chin against your vulva makes you moan loudly. The pattern that his tongue is following suddenly picks up speed and your body involuntarily adjusts to it. Your hips buck up into his mouth, your clit weeping to be drenched in his saliva. Your tied hands lower until your fingertips are able to find his hair and intertwine with the thick brunette strands. The stability that gripping onto his hair gives you makes you hyperaware of just how close you are to cumming already. You whimper, “Ezra, please.”

This tone of your voice has been permanently ingrained in his mind thanks to your daily fucks over the past couple months. If the tightening of your hamstrings isn’t a large enough hint to him that you are close, your breathlessness is a blatant clue. He releases you from his mouth, lines of spit keeping the two of you connected, “That’s my girl, come on.” His egging on is more than you need to be shoved into your orgasm. As his tongue returns to lap at your clit, your neck arches up and your eyes roll into the back of your head. A groan rips through your throat that drowns out his muffled moans, his mouth working you through your orgasm. Your sharp intakes of air start to stagger out as your heart begins to calm down, your cunt pulsing with aftershocks. Ezra reluctantly removes his mouth from you, wetting your inner thigh with a line of his spit and your slick before pressing a kiss to the same spot he kissed earlier. The blackness of his pupils overtakes his chocolatey irises when he catches your eyes, dopamine flooding his nervous system.

He presents his wrist, does some math on an imaginary watch and jokes, “That must’ve been a record, Goose.” You giggle and pull your hands up to your mouth, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. He reaches up and pulls your hands back down to tangle your fingers in his cowlicks, “But my desire to drink pools of your cum has not yet been satiated.”

You swear under your breath as he dips his head back in between your legs, your voice catching in your throat when his hot breath cascades over your folds. This time, instead of licking stripes and lapping, he opts to draw shapes and trace circles against you. It sounds stupid, but man does it feel fucking good. Before you lose all self control, you give his scalp a massage, the best one you can muster with conjoined hands, as a way of telling him I love you. Simultaneously, he switches his tongue’s clockwise motion to counterclockwise and hooks his hands around the tops of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his mouth so he can devour you even more thoroughly than he already was. You brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead with your knuckles, seeing that his eyes are closed and brows are furrowed in concentration. He’s been moaning this entire time into you, blissfully lost in the heaven that is your pussy, and as his tongue picks up its pace the vocal vibrations boost your toward your release. You beg of him, “Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop. In fact, he heightens your arousal one step further than you thought possible. He notes your utter wetness and decides to fill your wanting hole by snaking his left hand down to your entrance and slipping two fingers inside you. A heated orgasm pumps through your every artery just like Ezra’s fingers are pumping in and out of your cunt, his tongue keeping a delicious pace. After your body is done convulsing with pleasure, he moves up it and stops in front of your face.

“Open.”

You are all too familiar with this command and obey. Ezra spits a combination of your cum and his saliva into your mouth. He presses a hand to the underside of your jaw and you close your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You do as he says while he keeps his hand against your neck, feeling his love concoction make its way down your throat. He groans and gives you a quick kiss before asking, “Color?” You smile and bring your hands up to scratch at his scruff, “Green. You?”

“Green.”

Pulling your body tight against his, he hauls the two of you to the middle of the bed. He sits up and back atop your hips, pulls your hands closer to him and begins to untie your wrists. Your eyes can’t help but fixate on his hard dick, standing erect in front of you, as he speaks, “Now Goose, once you’re untied I want you to get on all fours for me,” he notices your distraction, “and if you try to pull any shenanigans, there will be consequences.” You shift your gaze up to his eyes and you swear that there’s a deep sparkle in them that is daring you, begging you, to disobey him. He liked to punish you as much as you liked to be punished by him. So, once untied, you throw him a curveball and take his orders, flipping over and propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder at him to see that his face is mangled in baffled confusion, making you laugh, “What?”

He mounts your ass and teases your entrance with his cock, “If you had attempted to grab what your eyes were drooling over, I would’ve spanked you.”

“But I didn’t.”

He leans over your back and places his hands on either side of yours, “I wanted to spank you.”

“I know. But I’m not a naughty girl.”

He raises his eyebrows and chuffs out disbelief, “Maybe if you continue to tell yourself that delusion, you can convince yourself that it’s true. But there’s no fooling me. I know my girl is infatuated with misbehaving in order to spite me,” he stuffs his cock inside your pussy, “Isn't that true?” He lifts his left hand to wrap his fingers around the arched column of your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

You dismantle his lie, “I don’t do it to spite you, I do it to delight you.”

He pulls his hips away from yours in order to prepare for a thrust and hums, “That’s one reason why I love you, Goose. You see right through me.”

The two of you groan in unison as he fucks forward and bottoms out inside you. As he establishes a steady pace, your quivering fingers find purchase on his wrist. Even though you had slept together a countless number of times in the past two months, his girthy penetration still overwhelmed you at first, and you benefitted from at least a few seconds of adjusting. He knew this and was why he untied you; his brutal rhythm coupled with the binding of the tie would be too much for you without a little warming up. While he’s stretching you out, he murmurs encouragements into your hair, “That’s it, just like that... You’re taking my cock so well... Good girl.”

After your muscles relax, he asks, “Color?”

“Couldn’t be greener. You?”

He grins at your response, “Green.”

He gives your cheek a kiss before proposing his next instruction, “Why don’t you be a good girl and lay down and put your arms behind your back?”

He pauses his thrusts as you lean forward and press your cheek against the sheets. You turn to ask him just how he wants you to move, and he reads your mind, “Touch the pits of your elbows.” You twist your forearms behind your back until they are pressed against each other and the tips of one hand’s fingers graze the opposite side’s elbow. He snakes the silky tie in between your spine and wrists, the fabric gliding easily over your sweaty skin. He ties your wrists together again, this time much looser than before. He color checks you when he finishes the knot. You wiggle your arms, the amount of resistance being just right, “Green.” He hums in enjoyment and runs his fingertips down the backs of your arms, sending a pleasant shudder through you.

Lining himself up, he places a steadying right hand on your lower back. The contrast of the cool metal of his prosthetic limb to the fire that barrels through you once he pushes himself back into your hole is divine. Both textures of his hands slip against your skin as they try to find a solid grip on your hips in order to allow him to begin pounding into you. Your whimpering spurs him on, and once he’s able to to lock you into place you both swear under your breath in anticipation. As he embarks on his ferocious rhythm, an orgasm takes you by surprise.

Well, not really by surprise, because Ezra has proven time and time again that he can coax you to cum at a moment’s notice.

Out of courteous instinct, you bury your face into the bed to muffle your cries of ecstasy. Ezra turns your face to the side and tuts, “Uh-uh, Goose, I need to hear you this time, remember?”

You can barely him him, let alone understand him, while an astronomical burst of white oxytocin smothers your poor body. Unable to gain control of your composure to stop yourself, you indulge Ezra and let your screams fill the bedroom. The numbness of your mind fades away, effects of your orgasm bringing feeling back to you: the hot tears that spot your bottom lashline, the sweet soreness that the tensing of your muscles left you, the sweat that gathers in the line of your spine, the aroused slick that coats your inner thighs.

You pant as Ezra unties you, “Good girl. Flip over and face me,” and he tenderly places your forearms to your sides.

You’re exhausted. You can most definitely take more of his loving, but you need him to do the work, “I can’t.”

He rolls you over onto your back, his muscular arms giving you the comfort you need to go on. A frantic, worried expression takes over his face, “You okay? Still green? I didn’t push you too far, did I? Was the tie too tight? Did I-”

You shut him up with a kiss. You reassure him, “Yes, still green. Just fucking tired.”

You both laugh, and he asks, “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head no, “I’m not sure if the neighbors heard all of that scream. I think they need another one.”

Your dirty talk contorts his mouth into a grin of sly allure as he gets up off the bed, “I concur.” He opens a drawer of the nightstand and takes out another necktie, this one made of black wool. He gets back on the bed and says, “Let’s give them a musical to remember.”

You snicker as he pushes both of you farther up the bed, giving you more room to mess about in. He places the second tie next to the blue one and a hand on each of your ankles, “What this next position requires in flexibility it will pay for infinitely in pleasure for you and I both, okay, Goose?”

Your wariness is excited, “Okay?”

He pulls your legs together and picks up the blue tie. He wraps the fabric around both ankles, beginning to tie them together, but pauses and interjects, meeting your eyes, “You’re okay with me tying you here, right?”

You smile at his concern and mock, “Ezra, you could tie me any way you’d like and I’ll be more than happy.”

His nose crinkles in satisfaction and he resumes tying you up. After he’s done, he pushes your thighs to your chest, bending your knees so your feet are in the air. You can’t stop the laughter that erupts from you, “Ez, what in the Bakhroma System are you scheming?”

He gives you a wickedly teasing laugh back, “A fun time, Goose.”

He momentarily cups your face with his left hand, “If at any point it gets too much, for whatever reason, just say the word and I’ll stop everything.”

You take his hand and kiss his palm, “Okay.”

He smiles, boops your nose with his thumb and pulls your arms so that they rest in the pit of your upside down knees. He picks up the black tie and does a different knot on your arms than he had done previously. He puts the binding on them higher up, which makes you hold your legs up, keeping your cunt on display for him. The wool of the tie scratches where the silk had soothed you, but you savor the friction. Ezra wastes no time in entering you again, plunging his cock deep into your fluttering walls. You brace your forehead against your shins, panting wildly. With every thrust, he hits something deep and sensitive in you, but you know you could make the experience more intense for the both of you.

“Ez?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you look at me?” He angles himself so he can look around your legs and meet your eyes. As you are projected into the depths of his eyes, engulfed by the lust-blown ink of his pupils, enhanced by the dark coffee that surrounds them, an “I love you” slips out of your lips.

He compresses your body further by leaning down and capturing your mouth, “I love you too.”

When he pulls back and his hands find the backs of your thighs, he asks for a color check. You answer green, giving him permission to ravage you. He does just that, putting every ounce of his might behind his thrusts, eliciting growls of the same magnitude from you both. The gradual construction of an orgasm starts to warm your body, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second. In an effort to put it off, you bite down hard on your lip. Ezra notices, running a thumb across your lipline, “Goose, please, allow me to be privy to your every stuttered breath.”

“Every gasp of delighted surprise.”

“Every involuntary whimper.”

“Every lustful yelp.”

“Every plea for me to keep going.”

“Every unhinged beg.”

“Every feral scream that only I can rouse out of those magnificent lungs. Indulge my deranged wish and let me hear it all, Goose.”

His words whisk you onto an expressive whirlwind of slow-building passion. You close your eyes and watch as your orgasm transforms from a cozy snuggle to a captivating explosion; behind your eyelids, amorous red transitions to a lustful magenta. It lightens to a flirtatious and giggly bubblegum, intensifying to a vibrating, barely-there pink. Then, all at once, buckets of slumberous evergreen, pure Ezra energy, submerge you into your release. Any bit of any other color is eradicated as he pours his soul onto yours. Descending from your chameleonic trance, you open your eyes to meet his. He can see that he has torn you apart in a most satiating way, which catapults him to his peak. He pulls out of you and pumps his cum onto the backside of your thighs, his heart collapsing with joy. He smears his stickiness across both of your hamstrings and then quickly gets to work to release you from his necktie binds. The bind that he has made of your heart to his, though, is infinitely knotted, forever unbreakable.

Your limbs untangle themselves and fall to the bed, every cell in your body pooped from the session. He asks for a final time, “Color?”

You sigh, “Green. You?”

He smiles, “Green.”

He brushes the now cum-stained ties to the side and pats your stomach, stamping a handprint of his seed, “I’ll be right back, Goose.” You nod once and he gets up and exits the room, leaving the door ajar.

You flip onto your stomach, your muscles yearning for a change of position after getting pummeled into the mattress. You bend your arms to lay in front of you, elbows sighing in relief for being contracted instead of stretched. You close your eyes and rest your head on his pillow for what seems like a millisecond, but when you open them back up Ezra has returned with two glasses of water, a washcloth and a juice box.

He folds the cloth into a triangle, dips a corner into a glass and then brings it behind you. The icy water feels good on your overheated skin as he wipes away his cum before it has the chance to dry. Once he cleans you off, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to your depleted frame. He sets the cloth down and picks up the other glass of water, “Drink this, sweetheart.” You prop yourself up on your forearms and gulp some much needed fluids down as Ezra holds the glass steady against your mouth. You hold up a weak hand when you’ve had your fill and he finishes off the drink. You never thought you would find sharing a drink like this with someone stomachable, let alone wildly attractive. But Ezra had changed you; you wanted to exchange cells, germs, bodily fluids with him, no matter how nasty it sounded when put into words.

Ezra trades the glass for the juice box and pops the straw into the opening, holding it up to your lips, “Drink some.” You curiously eye the juice box: apple flavored, the carton decorated in bright and childish cartoons. You tease him, “You know, when I said I might have a daddy kink, this is not what I meant.”

You both laugh, and he pokes after a moment, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

As you take the straw into your mouth and drink, he places a hand on the back of your head and pets your hair, “That’s it, babygirl, do as Daddy says.” An air of laughter blows through your nose and you choke on the liquid as Ezra cackles. You drop the straw and cough, “Stop!”

He continues to laugh at you while you whine, “Why do I have to drink this anyways, can’t I just have water?”

He calms himself down and shakes his head, “No, I want to replenish your blood sugar. Otherwise you might feel faint, and not in a good way.” He shoots you a wink and you take another sip of the juice.

When you’re done, he puts the half-empty box back on the nightstand and lays on top of you. You joke, “You’re crushing me and you told me I have to pee right after.”

Since sleeping together, Ezra had realized how little knowledge of aftercare you had. He had advised you to go to the bathroom as soon as possible after the deed is done in order to avoid urinary tract infections, among other pains. He nuzzles into your shoulder and protests, “In a minute.”

Taking into account the history of his comment and your increasingly heavy eyelids, you rebut, “You know that never happens.” More often than not, when Ezra trapped you in a cage of cuddles directly afterward like this, the two of you would fall asleep and you would skip the trip to the bathroom. He grunts and moves his weight off of you, “Fine, but I’ll only let you go if I can carry you in there.” You barely have time to begin laughing before he’s swooping you up into his arms.

After you both use your respective time in the bathroom, you and Ezra dress in matching pajamas and climb into bed. Coddling you into his broad chest, his fingers dance on the back of your neck and your lower back. You turn your head up to face him and when he returns your gaze you reference the whole night, “Thank you.”

A smile crinkles his tired eyes, “The pleasure was all mine, Goose. Thank you for taking it all so well. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Only if you will too.”

“Sure thing, my love.”

He gives you a kiss before you retreat back into the sanctuary of his embrace. Right as you’re drifting off to sleep, he adds, “I would like to ravage you one more time, in the morning.”

Your smirk pulls at the fabric of his shirt, “Okay. But no daddy kink. We have to save some things to explore when we come back.”

He hums, pressing his cheek into the top of your head before the two of you succumb to the temptation of sleep, “As you wish.”

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