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applesontheground · 3 years

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MMMMMMMMM UR OPEN FOR REQUEST? If you aren’t too busy…. Maybe some Brahms Heelshire with a male nanny! Or a transmasc nanny? Just like. What u think his reactions would be maybe. )I am so sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m. Tipsy. Whoops )

haha, you’re perfectly fine! i chose to do a little fic for this! the idea immediately hit me after playing around with what you wanted, so let me know how i did :’)

SFW | Word Count: 728 | Brahms Heelshire x Male Reader (i put it in a respect where you could take it as either transmasc or amab! it doesn’t have any explicit mentions or subject matter, so i apologize in advance if you wanted something along those lines/more specific. ;-;)

It was nice of him to teach you how to play chess. You saw it as another thing to do in attempts to fill the days with nothing better to occupy yourself with, and he saw it as a way to refresh his strategy now that there was someone to do it with. He mentioned that his father had shown him a couple times as a boy, but had refrained as he came of age.

Still, you had some work to do. As your unsure hand set the bishop two spaces straight forward, a chiding sigh came from behind the cold exterior of his mask.

“Bishops don’t move that way, [Y/N].”

Since the revelations between doll and man, there was a strangely quiet air between you and Brahms. You wouldn’t call it uncomfortable, especially with the more time spent coexisting like this, but sometimes he seemed like he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Touches seemed hesitant, compliments felt strange when they emerged. Maybe it was because of his upbringing, often times without the kind of relationship like what you were offering, coupled with your own reserved nature.

Any other reason that could come to mind was itching you, first manifested as a tickle in the back of your throat and then growing to a heat over your lips. They had to ask now or let it fester.

“You’ve had people come into your life like this before, right?”

Brahms’s large eyes shot from the board to you, hard to read in any other way besides that. “What?”

You rolled your neck, “You’ve had…people, right? They were asked by your parents…” When you began choking up, he straightened his posture a bit. You weren’t sure if it was because he understood what you were getting at, or it was because he was growing more uncertain. Finally, you huffed, “Have you ever shared the Manor with a guy like me?”

Cringing at the way it came out, you uncrossed and re-crossed your legs, frowning at your own rows of chess pieces. You wished the silence would be broken by another ghoulish creak from the old wooden frames holding up the place, but it only made you have to avert the realization that those seemed to stop happening as frequently after Brahms let himself be seen.

The other man spoke in his delicate tone, slow as his hand settled a pawn on another square, “No, it’s never been another man before, but I haven’t minded you, [Y/N]. I’d even propose that your presence isn’t any different from other nannies that have come and gone...”

You blinked at that, almost taken aback, but then decided to bite your tongue. You weren’t one to avert these comparisons, but of course you had the inclination with how it sat in your chest. Anything linking you to people who didn’t stick around didn’t exactly comfort you, especially after getting insight of the nature of Brahms. You wouldn’t let yourself wonder what happened to them. Not yet, anyways.

His eyes sank downwards, on your hands again. “Mr. [L/N], it’s your move.” He reminded you without a lick of recognition for the face you were giving the board. He had sometimes called you “Mr.” as what remained of a formality, the old habit rearing its head in the moment. What reminded him of it was beyond you. Still, you nodded, working another piece as the clock down the hall struck two.

His hand immediately retaliated, a white knight shooting forward with a keen intention. He mused, “You know, I never got around to teaching any of them this game either. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” You looked up again, met with the dark, slightly outgrown curls as he kept his head tipped down, and gauged the board with his chin on folded hands.

“I’d say so, you’ve been a good teacher.” You admitted, feigning from mentioning that he could be a little impatient at times. Being the only person ever taught the game by him wasn’t anything special, but when you finally shot your Bishop in a diagonal fashion and he hummed in approval, you found that was enough to make you hold out the hope that you were different in a way he’d like one day.

It wasn’t like you were eager to find out what would come of it if you weren’t.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher requests #requests #✏️#🎭#my boyfriend: WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME ALL THESE QUESTIONS ABOUT CHESS #also part of me wanted to title this 'nothing but two kings staring at each other'

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i-did · 3 years

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Ok ok this may be a dumb question but we'll see, what are your thoughts on bdsm + andreil? The vast vast majority of these types of fics have Andrew as the dom (and I get why) BUT theres 1 dom Neil fic and I'm like 99% sure I think I saw u comment on it so I'm assuming ur reading it and enjoying it too. And tbh, I find it much better than pretty much all the dom Andrew stuff, I hadnt realised the potential dom Neil could have until I read it. But anyway, I wanted ur thoughts? 🤲 (this is so badly phrased I apologise)

Lmfaooo being perceived is so weird. I hope I didn't say anything because I remember commenting on that fic and thinking about commenting something about my personal sex life, but I don't remember if I did lmfaooo. Omg okay, all that aside–time to now respond to this seriously.

Okay regarding that specific fic, yeah I read a lot of AFTG fics of all types, I haven't read something NSFW in a while, but when I saw the ‘Dom!Neil’ tag I decided to give it a shot. It’s interesting seeing how other authors go about their ideas and just enjoying their story. It doesn’t align with my personal ideas of everything obviously, but those are my personal HC and that fic is that authors personal HC. I like that they’re exploring something that this fandom doesn’t see explored a lot and is just a fun read, lol. Honestly I give up on most BDSM fandom fics because the depiction of Neil makes me uncomfortable ...almost always. I agree a lot more with this fics concept of how they would explore power vs control in a BDSM sexual sense, than most Dom!Andrew Sub!Neil fics– which I have long ago stopped trying to read.

Okay here are my personal ideas about Andrew and Neil, and how they would explore sex.

Many NSFW HC below the cut:

I personally don’t think canon Andrew and Neil would go into BDSM culture or ascribe to either roll strictly. I feel they wouldn’t like established dynamics like that and would get turned off by that aspect, especially since Andrew both craves control of situations but fears ‘being like them’ and a lot of Dom play is about power dynamics that he wouldn't be comfortable with. Andrew sees power in sex as different as control during sex. He needs a controlled environment, and be in control of the other by having them listen to his boundaries, but he can’t feel he’s overpowering the other person. I don’t think he could do a lot of strictly Sub things either for similar reasons, he would feel like he's giving up control of the situation in a way that could make him very uncomfortable.

Neil on the other hand is also often portrayed as a very textbook sub, but I don't think he is. I see him written as a brat a lot, but personally I don’t see him doing that since a lot of what playing with a brat is, is giving them what they want and denying them what they want and them ‘defying you’ and stuff. It's like a form of playful miscommunication I don't see Andrew or Neil ever actually doing. Obviously all healthy and proper play is outlined and discussed beforehand, but I see Andrew and Neil as needing the actions themselves to be clear and cut and dry.

Neil also gets off on Andrews pleasure, Andrew is the same about Neil, they're almost like a feedback loop of “the other enjoying themselves is inherently hot.” to me, Neil getting off on other people (Andrew) getting off is a very Dom like quality. In turn, Andrew is very turned on by pleasuring Neil, but from the point of his knees, which is almost sub like, he is turned on by sucking someone else off and seeing how into it they are. Either way, I think they both wouldn’t be into hardcore BDSM or BDSM culture but also aren’t vanilla. I don’t see either of them going to leather clubs instead of Edens and going to Folsom Fair and joining BDSM social groups and stuff.

I also don’t think either would ever use titles for the other, I think they don’t call each other by their names often on a day-to-day basis, since usually the people were talking to already know their name, and we don’t need to use it for clarification. I do think–just like in canon with emotionally charged moments–names will be used with more emphasis, especially Abram which is not used frequently.

Side note about my Jewish Neil HC: Judaism rocks because sex isn’t shamed, but rather considered a blessing and a holy act. In fact, it’s a good thing to have sex on Shabbat, G-d is actively like ‘fuck yeah you little humans, enjoy life’s pleasures and each other's company’ sex was designed to feel good and a way to connect. Shabbat is all about human connection with those important to us, and a day of rest away from work, so sex on Shabbat is actually actively a good thing. I don’t think Neil is ever religiously Jewish, but Andrew making a joke about this once would be peak to me. Which also fits Abram, a very Jewish name I HC to be not just Neil’s middle name but his Jewish name, and is used in said holy context of sex.

I think like a lot of healthy adults who are sexually active, they will explore and will be more adventurous to try new and other things, especially when dealing with issues like waning to get off but having touch aversion and issues like that. I have a lot of sex life HC about them actually, ways they navigate erectile dysfunction, mental health, and what they like in a safe environment. They trust each other, and I like imagining different ways aspects of their relationship would change or evolve in my head in all different types of ways, including sexual. I also enjoy giving them kinks and inclinations I specifically don’t have, because it’s like me exploring the concept of why someone else might like something even though I personally don’t. I’m not imagining things that make me uncomfortable necessarily, just things I'm neutral on or don’t see the appeal of, but know why they appeal to others and try to imagine what these characters might think.

I feel canon Andrew and Neil explore sex and dynamics that make them comfortable, I have HC about Andrew possibly exploring pup play and wearing a collar for Neil partially as a “joke” in the beginning, but discovering they really like it. I also HC Neil is really into athletic stuff sexually, he thinks Andrew half dressed with his padding still on and a jock strap is just peak sex appeal. I also think Neil is very sensory, and makes associations with smells and senses easily, so he develops a sweat kink, which leads into his armpit kink. Neil isn't turned on by ‘the bad smell of sweat’ but rather the fact that when Andrew is sweaty he smells like Andrew a lot, rather than after a shower he smells more like soap, and he can’t smell Andrew as much. Andrew on the other hand prefers cleaner sex. He’s not triggered by dirty sex though– he used to suck guys off at an alt dance club and is used to the smell of sweaty balls, it's just not an active turn on. Neil has ‘nothing is hotter than Andrew wearing running shoes and socks, and only running shoes and socks’ energy to me too. I think Andrew feels good about himself in leather, but isn't going to be a leather daddy and wear the leather assless chaps and the cap, he will wear the leather harness that every gay wears to pride, but he wears it just for Neil. Also, Neil loves Andrews pecs, Neil’s kinda a boob guy, but for Andrew’s pecs specifically.

I personally think Andrew and Neil typically don’t have penetrative sex. They do it sometimes–and when Andrew is ready he will bottom more as a way to prove something to himself than anything–but it’s not their preferred way or their ‘go to’. When they finally do, they don’t see it as ‘finally having sex for the first time’, since all the sex they've been having is real sex, even if its oral, hand jobs, etc. I don’t think Neil is naturally inclined to bottoming, and since even the visual of topping can make Andrew uncomfortable, they enjoy sex in any other ways, thigh fucking, docking, Andrew fucking Neil’s ass cheeks, sucking each other off, mutual masturbation, frottage, etc. and it leads to stronger orgasms when they don’t have to hope ever second will be a cliff edge and turn into a panic attack. Safer waters are simply more comfortable for them to swim in, and they deem all sex as equal in ‘value.’ that being said, Andrew likes his ass being ate, as long as its just Neil’s tongue, while Neil is neutral on his ass being ate, but loves doing it to Andrew.

I also think they would explore toys, but not in the way they're often explored in fics, which is very vibrator and dildo centric. I think they would use jacking off toys, the disposable egg kind or some more long term ones, maybe even something they could use at the same time. I don’t see them ever actually using handcuffs or restraints really either. Andrew would see Neil tied up as an equivalent statement of ‘I don't trust you not to touch me’ when he wants to actively progress past that, and shows he trusts Neil by not holding his arms back or letting him touch him. Andrew had to hold down previous partners, but Neil is different, Neil listens. This isn’t my personal opinion about restraint, but it is what I think Andrew would think.

I have no idea if this is what you meant by ‘my thoughts’ but here they are. *puts something in your open palms,* idk what emoji that would be

#ask #aftg #aftg headcanons #nsft #OSHA violation #mailob

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satsuma-saturn · 4 years

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Wings of Wax and Feathers - Belphegor x Reader

A/N: not my best work, but i felt the need to post smth, since i haven’t posted a fic in a while. was gonna finish it sooner, but i highkey had a seizure and have just been recovering from it. anyway, i hope u enjoy and feel free to request shtuff that u wanna read. i’m also expanding on writing for more than just OM!, like MM, MLQC, Love Unholyc, and that’s probably it, but idk. My brain is malfunctioning after sleeping for only 3 hours lmao. Uh, I’m not rly a big acc, so I don’t rly get any requests, so send in requests if ur so inclined!

WC: 1322

Warning(s): general angst, mentions of character death, mentions of strangulation

as always, fic is below the cut-

His dark hair shines bright in the moonlight, violet eyes illuminated, like stones of amethyst. You stand before him, watching him gaze off into the distance. He seems distracted, not having noticed your presence, despite you standing in front of him, within his line of vision, or peripheral, at least. A frown dances across your face as you decide whether or not you feel like bothering him. On one hand, you had sought him out specifically to speak to him, but on the other, you don’t feel like being snapped at. Even if he isn’t the Avatar of Wrath, he sure as hell acts like him.

For weeks, you have been avoiding him, knowing full well that he has wanted to talk to you about “The Incident.” The incident that everyone refuses to even acknowledge. Not even Mammon, who held your corpse after the life had been choked out of it. When you brought it up with him, he pretended to not know what you were talking about. Belphegor is different, though. He knows it happened and he wants to make amends. You aren’t sure that you want to, though. Often, you find yourself flip flopping back and forth between wanting to continue avoiding him and actually speaking to him. Even if he were to apologize, you aren’t sure if you could ever have the same relationship with him as you do with his brothers.

Yet, you find yourself standing in front of him, as he stares at the stars, blissfully unaware of your presence in front of him. At this point, you still aren’t sure you’re ready to talk to him and make amends, but your feet moved faster than your brain, leading you to seek him out. There’s a quality about him, giving him a soft, innocent look. Just a boy who wants to sleep and spend time with his twin brother and little sister. Beneath that soft exterior, however, is a cold-hearted killer. A demon. Of course, they’re all demons. This is their world and you’re just living in it. Even sweet, gullible Mammon is a demon beneath the surface, capable of what Belphegor did to you and worse.

Wind whips around you, chilling you to the bone. Why, of all nights, did you decide that seeking him out in the winter night was a good idea? Ordinarily, one would assume that Hell, or the Devildom, as it’s known by the demons, would be hot at all times. At least, that’s how it’s been portrayed in all forms of media you’ve seen. The Devildom does have winter, though. Winters are different in the Devildom, compared to the human world. Temperatures are colder than anywhere in the Human World, even the coldest of places. Despite the cold, tonight is warm, compared to other nights in the Devildom, yet freezing to you.

“MC.” A quiet voice drags you from your reverie, as stoic, violet eyes bore into yours. He seems to have finally noticed you. Beyond saying your name, however, he says nothing else. Just stares. There’s a tired expression on his face, but just beneath the surface, you sense his irritation. Obviously, he had come all this way to be alone and just think, but you showed up, invading his space. The demon doesn’t say anything about it, but somehow, you’re sure that that is what he’s thinking. It’s hard to tell with him, though, as he wears the same tired look on his face, no matter his mood, similar to a certain police captain on a show that you watch in the human world. Dark circles accentuate the bags under his eyes, which anyone would assume came from a lack of sleep, but you know better. All he does is sleep.

“Belphegor, hello. I was looking for you.” He says nothing, just staring at you, not blinking. You feel like a turtle, wanting to slip back into your shell, but there is nowhere for you to run. The Avatar of Sloth isn’t a threat to you, at least not now, but you still feel uneasy around him. Perhaps you should have brought Mammon or Beelzebub with you, but they’re back at the House of Lamentation, unaware of Belphegor’s location, or that you had sought him out. If Mammon knew anything of your fear of the youngest brother, he would have kept you from searching for him in the first place.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, he finally speaks again. “Why? You’ve been avoiding me, but suddenly you wish to be in my presence?”

You ponder his question. Other than trying to make amends, for the sake of the other brothers, what is your reasoning for seeking him out? The two of you know that you would rather be anywhere than where you were. “I guess I just want to smooth things over with you and make amends, y’know? For the sake of your brothers. All this time, I’ve been playing the demon family therapist, and it seems my work isn’t over yet.” Momentarily, you pause, giving him time to absorb what you just told him. “So, you don’t hate humans anymore. You’ve seen that we aren’t so bad, right? It isn’t any human’s fault that Lil-”

“Don’t say her name!” He snapped, his violet eyes blazing with anger. What is the point of trying to patch things up if he won’t even listen to you? His anger was starting to rub off on you, as you scowled at him. Maybe you made the wrong decision in coming here. “Humans are insolent, insignificant beings! Just because you are the descendant of someone that I cared about, doesn’t mean that my viewpoint has suddenly changed on your kind. You’re the only human that’s worth allowing to live. The rest can all die, for all I care,” he says, as if that makes anything better. His voice grows louder with every word, causing you to back away slightly, out of fear. You don’t notice it, but he does. Even if it is his fault, it still stings to see you so frightened of him.

Even without the fear of him, his words are not what you wanted to hear. You should have known. Demons are creatures of habit, not putting forth the effort to change themselves for the better. It was in their nature, and you should have expected the Avatar of Sloth to be the least likely to make a change in his nature. “You know what? I tried! I tried to patch things up between us for your brothers, but you’re too far gone! You don’t care about me! You don’t like me! I only matter to you because I’m some distant descendant of your sister’s! This may not be what you want to hear, but it’s the truth! Stop pretending that I’m anything to you but some vicarious version of your sister!” Your hands tremble as you shout. The demon is silent, his violet eyes piercing yours. He doesn’t even appear to be reacting to your words. “What?! You have nothing to say?!” Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes, as you try to fight them off, not wanting to cry in front of him. Sniffling, you wipe your nose and turn to walk away, the icy dew soaking into your boots, which offer little protection against the cold. As you start to leave, he settles on a fallen, rotting log, burying his face into his hands.

Belphegor lifts his head from his hands, speaking quietly to himself. “My name is Icarus, and I have flown far too close to the sun.” He sighs and runs a hand through his dark locks, feeling all alone in your absence. If only his love for humans hadn't turned to hate. Maybe then you would feel comfortable around him. For now, though, he will have to watch you from a distance, keeping tabs on you from Beel.

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lustbile-archive · 4 years

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*Please read before requesting*

I’ve been getting some blurb and fic requests so I figured it would be helpful to make kind of a guideline of my writing. Regardless of it having a graphic or whatever this is very hastily made, but if you want an idea of my writing HERE is my multi group master list, and HERE is my nct/wayv masterlist Also sorry if I forget anything I’m kinda dumb

Fic Requests: OPEN

Blurb Requests: OPEN

* I write as inclusive as I possibly can

- I doubt anyone has noticed, but I don’t use gendered pronouns. If pronouns are necessary for the flow I will only use they/them. These aren’t personally my pronouns but I just prefer to use them in writing and I’d prefer to not have she/her involved in requests but I’m not going to refuse a request if you do use it. I also do not use gendered pet names such as: baby girl, good girl, or girlfriend

- that being said all readers will be written with a vagina. Sorry if that word made u cringe rip, but I don’t think I’d be able to write anything else :/

- I try not to write anything that makes it seem that the reader has a specific skin color, a specific length or color of hair, or a specific body type. I might slip up on this, and thinking back I think I have, but I want nothing more than for my writing to be able to be read by almost anyone (with a vagina obvi)

* If you request a fic be patient

- If you request something, unless it’s just a blurb or head canon, I’m not going to be able to get to it immediately. I have my own original ideas and a whole series I’m keeping up with so it will be a minute. And I do try to keep up with the smut tags to see if my writing is showing up, so if I see that you’ve also requested the same thing from someone else, I’m going to be less inclined to want to write it, and I might just not write it at all. If you in anyway think maybe I didn’t get ur request, send it again, or send me a message asking if I got it. I probably did but I have other requests or fics lined up first.

- I post a full length work once a week, and I also have a pattern. It goes: original fic, requested fic, & series installment. This being as long as I have an active request obviously. So it will show up eventually but please just be patient

* I’m willing to write for anyone in the groups in my bio EXCLUDING

- Chenle and Jisung of nct

- Jeongin of stray kids

- Chen of exo

* I write memberxReader smut

- I do not write memberxmember stuff

- I have like one sfw work piece on here and that was more of just experimenting with the format idk if I’ll ever do that again but if u request it I might idk

* Tropes/Topics I won’t write

- Explicitly sub!idol. If he isn’t dom, he’ll be either neutral or sub leaning. I’m unfortunately personally a sub/bottom leaning switch and idk if I could write reader as a hard dom very well. But who knows maybe I’ll be in a mood one day and we’ll see what happens

- Reader w/ an certain insecurity, or a fic based around being insecure. The closest I can see myself getting is probably a degradation kink, but not everyone has the same insecurities and as someone who’s working through getting rid of my own insecurities I don’t think that would be something that would benefit my mental health trying to write. Also don’t depend on dumb boys to fix ur insecurities, especially fictional boys you’re too fun and sexy for that

- Size kink. Not everyone is built the same way or petite and acting like people who are are the only ones that consume fanfiction is irresponsible and gross. There’s other reasons I’m really not into this but that’s another rant for another day that would probably piss some people off :)

- Dilf with the reader being barely legal. Like this is actually gross and there’s no reason for grown men to be sexually attracted to teenagers. Dilf where he’s the father of another member and that member the reader r fucking high schoolers: ❌ Dilf where he has a younger child and the age gap is appropriate and not preditory: ✅

- Anything set in high school,,,, no???

- Idol/Trainee! Reader. We’re not all East Asian, I’m definitely not (I’m literally Mexican lmao) and this goes back to the inclusivity thing. Trying to read idol and trainee stuff when ur not East Asian is just, from personal experience, kind of weird

- harry potter au. JK is a raging transphobe/terf and I haven’t given a fuck about harry potter since middle school I wouldn’t know how to write it if I tried

- royalty/medieval stuff cause similarly I don’t know much about it aside from playing skyrim and also fuck royal people

- mafia au’s, they’re repetitive and just not my thing.

-anything fetishizing asians. Just don’t be fucking weird.

- I’m not going to sit here and act like the club x series isn’t kind of grey sometimes with the consent thing, with the nature of what’s going on in the club, it’s kind of hard to avoid, but I try to make consent clear, but with that being said I won’t write something that has 0 consent at all. (I think consensual non consent is okay but I’d probably slip in a discussion of being into that in the fic itself)

- i don’t know what to write I’m into some really freaky shit sometimes so it’s hard to think of stuff I’m giving a hard no to. If you HMU with something I don’t want to write I’ll just tell u

#nct smut #wayv smut #exo smut #got7 smut #seventeen smut #pentagon smut

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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sorry to add to your mountain of asks but pls listen to this concept: newt feeling like he is most intellectually ~inspired~ when he's getting fucked so he drafts all his letters to hermann while riding a dildo and then has to edit them afterwards bc they always turn out ridiculously amorous.

OK THIS LIKE. SENT ME ON A LITTLE BIT OF A SPIRAL AND GAVE ME A FIC IDEA. its like. tangentially related to ur ask. youll see what i mean. anyway 18+ below cut

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Hermann’s in pajamas when he answers the door, full on, blue-and-white striped pajamas with a dressing gown thrown over, not the boxers and holey t-shirts Newt usually goes for on the rare occasions he decides to not just pass out nude. They’re pretty cute. Newt always imagined Hermann as a nightshirt and nightcap guy, like something from illustrated Dickens, so it’s a nice surprise. A nice, cute surprise. (The dressing gown is not a surprise.) Maybe he should tell Hermann he looks cute. Might butter him up a little bit. He’s scowling and glaring at Newt in a way that screams I’m going to beat you to death with my cane if you don’t leave right now, so he could definitely use a little buttering up.

“It’s two in the morning,” Hermann says.

“You look cute,” Newt says. “New haircut?

“Newton,” Hermann says.

“Here’s the thing,” Newt says. His face grows warm, instinctively, for what he’s about to ask. “Okay. Hermann. Dude. Dr. Gottlieb. Herr Doktor. I need a favor.”

“At two in the morning?” Hermann says.

“You know me,” Newt says. “Can’t sleep ‘til I’ve worked out every last problem. And I’m stumped, buddy. This one’s really got me. And usually I--well--usually I have a method, but it’s just not working tonight.”

“I don’t have any drugs,” Hermann says, “if that’s what you’re referring to. Goodnight, Newton.”

He makes to close the door. “No!” Newt shouts, flinging his hand out and stopping him. Hermann narrows his eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” Hermann says. “You’re being awfully cryptic.”

“Can I ride your dick?” Newt says.

The door slams right in Newt’s face.

Newt knocks eleven more times. “Hermann. Hermann. Come onnnnnn.”

Hermann is red-faced and twice as furious as before when the door swings open this time. “I don’t appreciate being mocked, Newton, so if you’d kindly just--”

“Hermann,” Newt says. “Honestly. I’m serious. Not mocking you. I usually use dildos, but tonight, it’s just--” He sighs in frustration. And in mild embarrassment. This is Hermann, after all, that he’s spilling his most intimate secrets to. Technically Hermann counts as his best friend, which should make it less weird, but that’s only because he’s Newt’s only friend, so Newt’s pretty sure that goes right back to making it weird, and that’s not even considering the fact that Newt wants to do disgusting romantic things with the guy. But Newt’s stumped. He really is. He’s never been this stumped. Usually he’s good to go after working a dildo into himself (suction cup base, works great on the shitty plastic desk chairs they have in the lab, PPDC won’t even relent and get them adjustable ones) and riding it for a bit, maybe one of the bigger or more--well--out there ones for tougher problems, and it’s always worked, tried and true for over a decade, but he’s tried everything from the tentacle to his favorite vibe tonight and he’s still got a hunk of kaiju stomach on his workbench and half a fucking report to fill out and no inspiration.

Who else was he supposed to go to, really?

Besides. Win-win. Newt gets inspired, Hermann gets laid. And he knows Hermann doesn’t get laid enough to turn down the offer. Even now, Hermann’s eyes are widening, his angry flush receding, his posture shifting ever-so-slightly to lean towards Newt. He’s interested. Newt knows he is. (No guy who spends that much time staring at Newt’s ass in a work environment wouldn’t be.)

"It’ll be fast,” Newt promises. “You’d really be helping me out.”

Hermann’s tongue darts out across his lower lip. “Helping you out,” he echoes faintly. For a moment, Newt’s worried he might keel over in shock. He parts the door wider instead. "I suppose,” he says, “ah, I suppose--all in the name of, er, scientific progress. Research partners. It’d be remiss of me--to--”

“Not fuck me,” Newt offers, helpfully.

“Jolly good,” Hermann says, as faintly as before. “Right-o. In you come, then, Newton.”

Newt flashes him a broad smile, already shucking off his button-up.

“Is there any particular reason you’re recording this?” Hermann says.

“I can’t really write it down, can I?” Newt says. “Be kinda fucking hard. Nn. Ah. Ah! That’s good. Tissue isn’t decaying at all. Not like it should.”

“Pardon?”

“Hermann, please,” Newt says, “I’m working.”

He lifts his leg up just a bit higher, propping it up on Hermann’s headboard, and sinks down just a bit lower. Hermann’s got a nice dick, it turns out, and it’s working spectacularly, even if he’s not doing much besides knead at Newt’s pecs and occasionally grunt. He looks a little overwhelmed, actually. “This is nice,” Newt says. As an afterthought, he clenches around Hermann.

Hermann lets out a funny-sounding moan.

“You know,” Newt gasps, “this is how I used to write letters to you. Dildo up my ass, I mean. More inspiration. God, I wanted to impress you so fucking bad.” He wanted flat-out wanted Hermann so fucking bad, in all honestly, and a lot of that would spill over into his drafts. You’re so smart, Hermann, you’re so good at math, look at this thing I did, Hermann, tell me I’m good, I want you to screw my brains out, Hermann, I want you to shove your tongue down my throat and your fingers up my ass while you recite lines of jaeger code, yours truly, your pal Newt. Made for some embarrassing proofreading.

Hermann’s eyes widen. He likes that idea, Newt guesses. Of course he does. “Ah. By Jove--”

“By Jove,” Newt echoes in a wheeze of laughter, forgetting all about the stupid kaiju stomach. (How can he be expected to care about that when he’s got Hermann Gottlieb naked and blushing and saying things like by Jove! beneath him?) “Goddamn, Hermann, you’re cute.” In a fit of cloudy, horny affection, he reaches out and boops the end of Hermann’s nose. Hermann wrinkles it. “Splendid work, old sport. Absolutely spiffing.”

“Don’t,” Hermann pants, thrusting his hips up sharply, “ah, don’t call me that.”

“Old sport?” Newt says. “Would you prefer good sir?”

“Aren’t you meant to be working?” Hermann says.

Newt hums in thought. “I am,” he says. “Huh.” Maybe he needs a little more. Another tiny little boost. Hermann’s (thankfully) not a dildo, after all, and he can do things that dildos can’t do, like squeeze Newt and kiss Newt. Newt’s not taking full advantage. “Can you kneel?”

Hermann can kneel. They switch positions: Newt on all fours, ass up high, face smashed into Hermann’s pillow, Hermann draped over his back and plowing him from behind. He’s really into it. “Oh, Newton,” Hermann breathes in his ear, tweaking his nipples, taking handfuls of the chub at his sides and pulling and squeezing, “you feel lovely, you feel--” The rest of the sentence is swallowed up in a deep, guttural moan.

“Mmph?” Newt says. He manages to lift his head a little and spit the pillow out of his mouth. “Can you spank me?”

Hermann’s hips stutter to a halt; his fingers fall from Newt’s nipple. “Can I what?”

Newt clears his throat so he can properly mock Hermann’s accent. “Would you be so inclined to spank me, my good sir?” He thinks it might be the little boost he needs--Hermann’s big hands coming down, hard, on his ass, turning the cheeks red, until it’s stinging and Newt’s eyes are watering and he can hardly handle it. “Punish me for not washing my mug yesterday or something, I don’t know, man, I’m not--”

Hermann’s hand lands, hard and cold, on Newt’s left asscheek, and Newt startles. “Okay! Wow!” Another on his right. Hermann resumes fucking him.

“You masturbate in our laboratory when I’ve gone to bed?” Hermann says. He hitches Newt’s ass up a little higher and smacks it again. Newt yelps. Hermann’s hand retreats. “Oh, Newton, this doesn’t--did I hurt you?”

“Yes,” Newt says, “and no.”

“It does hurt?”

“It doesn’t,” Newt says. His recorder is lying, uselessly, next to his head, where his glasses are also resting after having slipped off some time ago. The most he’s managed to get out is gibberish. Honestly, Newt doesn’t give a shit at this point. “Hermann, I’m fine, okay?”

“But you do masturbate in--?”

“It’s kinda hot,” Newt admits, “knowing that you could just, I don’t know, walk in at any second. ‘N like I said. It’s. Uh.” Hermann’s grabbed a handful of his ass, this time, and is kneading at it as enthusiastically as he had Newt’s love handles. “It’s inspirational. Guh.”

Hermann’s chest pressing against the length of his back, his mouth at Newt’s ear. Newt shivers. For a guy as dorky and dweeby as Hermann, he sure does know how to be unfathomably sexy--Newt might be falling a little bit more in love with him. “If this is the sort of thing you’d need a lot,” Hermann says, “you know, Newton--we are, er, research partners. I wouldn’t be adverse to--to helping. So to speak.”

“How selfless of you.” Newt grins into the mattress.

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hi!! this is gonna sound weird but um do you ever think what ele and edo's futures are gonna be like? logistically speaking. like if edoardo goes to Cornell, which he absolutely should bcoz one should never forgo academic opportunities for a S.O, then id rather ele not follow him leaving behind her friends and family etc. sooo how would they survive long distance for 3/4 years? or maybe like once ele graduates school she too legs it to Cornell or some other uni in the states so theyre in the 1/2

same country at least? will they finally return to Italy at some point? what age do you think they’ll tie the knot? also what do you think ele would study? botany seems likely but I hate that subject with a burning passion so hard no. journalism maybe? I hope this ask doesn’t freak u out lol I worry over them like they’re actual people but anyways grazie e ciao! 2/2

‘do I ever think about incantava’s future’ know that I am always thinking about incantava’s future all. the. damn. time. this got real long real fast and is mostly me rambling and speculating so it’s all under the cut

thank you for the ask and know that I am 100% not freaked in the slightest bc I love talking about incantava and I also worry about them like actual people so we are in the same boat and having a grand old time anon

I love the idea that edo goes to Cornell for his undergrad and then comes back to Europe (or even Italy if we’re getting real hopeful) for a masters. with ele, I think she would definitely explore the idea of going to a school in the States, but I don’t think Cornell would be her first choice. that’s mostly cuz I HC her as being way into biology and there are definitely other universities in the US that are better for that than Cornell. no idea which one she’d go to tho. however, I can also see her happily going to school in Italy or another European country especially bc paying for school there would be a breeze compared to tuition in the US aha. that being said, I can see both of them going on to graduate school no matter where they do their undergrads.

as for the long distance, this is edo and ele we’re talking about. edo waited a whole fucking year, going out with absolutely no one, for a girl that for all intents and purposes hated him at the time, had a long term girlfriend even with his history of being a fuckboy (and as having an older brother who’s a total fuckboy, I will tell you that they take girlfriends very seriously), and considered ele his family after only having actually dated her for like three weeks. ele doesn’t need her boyfriend, she chooses to have him, and from the year and a half between her ex and edo, we know she was perfectly fine not having to date anyone or play the game. these are two people that aren’t inclined to cheat or be looking for a significant other or be casually dating. I think they’d survive long distance, especially given how much they care about the other. they think of the other as their family, ffs, that’s not a bond easily broken by distance. and American schools give long breaks, especially between semesters (#christianity lmao). I was looking at Cornell’s academic calendar for fic purposes and there are plenty of breaks for rich king incanti to jet himself or ele to wherever the other is and have quality time. I think they’ll survive long distance just fine, especially if ele decides to go to college in the US. and the time difference between NY and Rome is only six hours, and speaking as someone who’s done the whole time-difference-with-loved-ones thing, that’s totally manageable for texting and calling and stuff. they’ll be fine.

basically it’ll be a lot of facetime/skype/video calls, pretty constant texting, seeing each other during breaks bc rich king, and spending their summers together. I can see edo coming home for the summer for sure and they’ll spend it all traveling bc they’re Italian royalty lmaoooo.

I’ve said this already but I think ele would do something with biology, maybe research or teaching. that being said, the journalism and writing aspect could totally be worked into the science thing (technical writing, anyone?). she could work for a science journal or write for a research team or something like that. boundless opportunities aha. I do see your point about journalism, though. given her interest in the radio and the subject matters we know she’s chosen for her episodes, I can totally see ele going into journalism and writing and reporting on causes she believes in. both are two directions I think she’d be really happy in, but I’ll agree with you that botany is not the optimal career choice lmao.

I think Italy will always be a home for incantava, whichever city they end up in, bc of the family they do have there (filo, nonna incanti, ele’s mom even) and bc it’s where they met and grew up. I have no idea how common it is for Italians to stay in their country or not, but given that our rich king is gonna go on to do some fancy business stuff and ele’s research will likely take her all over the globe depending on what she specializes in, I think they’ll be traveling a lot and would think of Italy as a home base, so to speak.

and marriage. fuck I think about incantava getting married all the time. I can’t see them getting married until both of them are done with school, but I think they move in with each other or have a shared living space pretty quick, probably once ele finishes high school. then university plus a graduate/masters program of some sort would put ele at like ~25 and edo ~27 (I think???? undergrads take ~4 years in the US but idk how edo will go about doing it and ele may or may not do college in the US, but my research for the college!au at Italian schooling puts an undergrad+masters at being around 5 years total someone correct me if I’m wrong so I would imagine an American undergrad + a European masters would take anywhere from 4-6 years total) so yeah I think they’d get married around then. kids plus their careers is a more complicated question tho. I just imagine those beautiful babies and their incredible domesticity to keep from stressing over the logistics of it tho lmaoooooo

hopefully this is a satisfactory answer to ur questions aha. there’s just so much that’s ambiguous about them that solid plans for their future will always allude me, but I just love them being fantastic and successful and intelligent together. as long as the writers keep their hands off they’ll be ok :)

#asks #incantava #hi yeah I'm always rambling about them don't mind me #thinking about their future just get's me all *strangled noises*#I want them to be happy and my babies love each other so much that they will be don't ever doubt it #skamit writers DO NOT INTERACT

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hi ok no pressure to answer this at all but I know u do podfics and I was wondering if u have any advice for someone who's considering starting to record podfics?? hope ur having an incredible day, sending you good vibes!

Hi there!

I, in comparison to a lot of other people who podfic, am very new to the game and I’m still figuring out how to do it well. But I do have some advice.

Okay so first of all you have to be completely unafraid to get ridiculous. It’s a very silly thing, and a lot of my outtakes are me laughing at myself because of a voice crack or a funny word catching me off guard. I’m also really critical of the sound of my own voice, and that was a tough hurdle to get over, but literally nobody hears your voice the same way you do and they’ll all be so caught up in your beautiful story-telling that they won’t notice a little stutter or crack. It’s gonna feel absurd at first, which means it’s a lot easier to do it when you’re alone.

Which leads me to my next point: you need a quiet spot. Somewhere where you can sit and relax for a good chunk of time and not be interrupted. You want to minimize as much outside noise as you can. Anyone who listens to my podfics can probably tell this, but I live on the ground floor of an apartment on the Main Street of a city. It’s not exactly conducive to peaceful podfic. So I grab my laptop and microphone, a water bottle, and anything else I might need and I set up shop on the floor of my closet. It’s feels. So silly. Sitting on the floor of my closet talking to myself, but it’s what it takes.

This is a really important one. Always. Get. Consent. From. The. Author. If it isn’t your fic that you’re recording, you HAVE to get the author’s consent. A lot of authors will have blanket permissions in their bios, but if they don’t then you must reach out to them and ask permission. Many will ask you to, but it’s common courtesy to link back to the original fic as well as tag them if you post it on any platform other than AO3.

You’re gonna need a microphone. Now don’t panic, I know that that’s an investment you might not be ready to make until you’re sure if you like it. That’s fine. My first podfic on my AO3 I recorded on my laptop microphone. The sound is terrible, but it was fine while I tested out doing it and figured out whether I enjoyed doing it. And I did. Most podficcers will tell you to buy a $100 microphone. Nah. This is the microphone I purchased. I love it, it was $40, The sound is comparable to a blue yeti, and it’s pink. It’s a win-win-win.

Other things tech-wise, I record in GarageBand just because it came standard on my laptop and I find it really really easy to use. I know other people that like Audacity, which is free to download and use. It really is a matter of personal preference. I’ve played with both and I’m still inclined towards GarageBand.

When it comes to the actual reading, I recommend doing a dry run before you start recording. This will help you keep track of who speaks when, lets you practice your voices, gives you a chance to figure out how you’re going to read certain lines, etc. it’s just nice to practice and hopefully get all your mistakes out before you start recording. Don’t be alarmed if it takes a long time. One of my podfics which ended up being an hour long took five hours to record and another ten to edit. It was insane and I felt like I was going crazy, but I was really pleased with the end result. (Side note: do NOT start your first attempts with long fics. For your first couple tries I suggest capping word count at 5-10k words) I also prefer to read the whole thing in one take. It just helps keep voice, ambient sound, volume, etc. consistent. Makes it sound more like one fluid piece rather than something chopped together, even after editing. Snaps will also be your best friend. This is a tip I wish I had learned sooner, but as you record it you make a mistake or don’t like the way you read a line or get interrupted or anything you want to cut, snap near the microphone. This will make a sharp line in the sound waves of your recording which will make it easier to come back to when you’re editing. Finally, when you’re editing, give the whole thing one full listen before you even think about starting to cut. Get an idea of how it all sounds, figure out where your cuts are, re-record any sections you aren’t thrilled with. Once you’ve listened to the whole thing, then you can start to tear it to shreds.

Here I’ve included a post with tips from someone MUCH more informed and practiced that I am. A lot of the points are ones I’ve shared with you, but there are some really helpful resources. This post was my gospel when I first started.

Sorry this post got away from me a little bit, but I really hope it helps. Godspeed anon, I hope you’ll share your work with me when it’s finished!

#long post #podfic #fanfiction #fanfic #resources #fandom resource #fanfic resource #podfic resource #anon

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