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vandaliatraveler · 10 months

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“A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.”

— Rachel Carson

The photos above were taken along the Virgin Hemlock Trail at Coopers Rock State Forest following a prolonged rain. The old forest's dripping green intensity, charged by early summer's electric, stormy atmosphere, reminds us that nothing really dies here; all matter is reabsorbed and repurposed and made new again. You can smell it in the wet moss, decaying wood, and humus. The forest is immortal and sentient and relentlessly renewing itself.

From top: Little Laurel Run rushing through the old hemlock forest like a gem-filled artery; partrideberry (Mitchella repens), a trailing, evergreen vine whose fragrant white flowers come in pairs; a tall, handsome whorled loosestrife (Lysimachia quadrifolia) in bloom at the forest's edge; white avens (Geum canadense), a shade-tolerant perennial of forest margins; swamp dewberry (Rubus hispidus), a bristly-stemmed relative of the blackberry; wild hydrangea (Hydrangea arborescens), also known as smooth hydrangea, a rapidly-colonizing woodland shrub with high wildlife value; running clubmoss (Lycopodium clavatum), an attractive, spore-bearing vascular plant; crown-tipped coral (Artomyces pyxidatus), an elegant, edible coral fungus that grows on decaying wood; and eastern hemlock (Tsuga canadensis), the forest's majestic benefactor, which can grow to over 100 feet high and live to be more than five hundred years old.

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dailymtgflavortext · 5 months

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"This storm will calm. We must believe that."

-Aven of Enduring Hope

#mtg #magic the gathering #aven of enduring hope #flavor text #white

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octastims · 4 months

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Aven (Worldless) stimboard with black cats, Claws and Space in orange and black for me!

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darlix747 · 5 days

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I. I saw your Masked Fool Aventurine fanart and I absolutely fell in love with the concept gskdgkfkfsa

I'm always so envious of other people who draw well because it's all so impressive!

That specific piece of art sparked something in my imagination and now I have so many ideas gskdgskgsd

I actually rp as Aventurine on a few different blogs on here, and I was wondering if I could make a rp blog based on your art and concept with all credits to you ofc!!!

I haven't felt this inspired in a while kshkhdskhs so it may sound silly but I just wanted to ask!

I hope you're doing well, and no pressure to reply to this whatsoever!

~ Mod of @aventurine-official

asdkfdsk i would be so honored!!! i'd better make some more art and write some more things in that case.... i have more misc thoughts and a small playlist i can drop too if you or anyone else is interested! i love writing and making aus especially so please pick my brain if you want!! but yes, absolutely that would be okay!! thank you so much :,)

#i feel incredibly honored by this ask #and the whole response to that piece!!#i drew it purely for funsies based off a random brainworm abt how white night is aven's cannon debut song and the tavern invite #i never expected people to like it so much!!#there's a lot of fancy lighting on the piece but i do have a non-fancy lighting version too for a better look at colors and such #ok ok i'll stop yapping #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #lix answers

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dianeramic · 6 months

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A series of fantasy-themed ink illustrations I did for my TTRPG stock art venture! There's a lot of these coming up, so stay tuned for more!

My DriveThruRPG store, where I upload these for game developers to buy and use, is here!

#ink #fantasy #dragon #zombie #bat #xiao #monkey #abyssal chicken #aarakocra #axe beak #aven #ttrpg #dnd #osr #black and white

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haganez · 4 days

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sometimes I see ratu/rine fans act like that and I wonder if i was too harsh on hkv fans...like truly they beat all genshin yaoi fans in terms of being racist freaks

hkv gets its own breed of racist freaks but the amount of shit ive seen of these two is really starting to make me think i was taking them for granted. what the hell is going on

#have u guys seen the white person who got a tattoo of avens branding #it’s like racism is literally just an imaginary trope like fucking vampires and omegaverse 😭#inbox

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dansnaturepictures · 1 year

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11th May 2023: Winchester and home

Pictures taken in this set today: 1. Beautiful Woodpigeon at Winchester Cathedral at lunch time. 2. Gorgeous forget-me-not in Winchester in the sun. 3. My first fox-and-cubs of the year a lovely flower. 4. Sunny patch in Winchester at lunch time. 5 and 10. The University of Southampton sports fields and towards Lakeside on the way home this evening looking a great green. 6. Nice tulip in Winchester. 7. Possible cornflower by the river Itchen. 8. Tree in Abbey Gardens. 9. View at Winchester Cathedral.

I enjoyed seeing Red Kite and Swifts in the air and Great Tit, Coal Tit and Grey Wagtail flitting around at the river as I ate lunch in Winchester at lunch time the wagtails seemed to have a nest in the brick wall beside the river near where they fluttered on a branch and material in the river and the Great Tits seemed to be going up the wall and the Coal Tit possibly bringing in food to a nest in thick vegetation. Blackbird and beautiful Small White butterflies at the cathedral were other highlights, with Mute Swans from the train on the way home, quite unusually Jackdaw on the balcony, Collared Dove, House Sparrow and the White-shouldered House moth and a spider at home enjoyed tonight. Columbine, speedwell, bluebells, periwinkle, wood avens, herb-Robert, a wealth of cleavers including in flower which I don’t think I’ve seen before and some colourful orange and yellow poppies in a nice spot at Colebrook Street were other Winchester flower highlights today. Cow parsley was a good one to see here too and I was taken in by the seas of it adorning the sides of the pavement on the way to the station and on the way back today with green alkanet seen there too.

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avenpt · 6 months

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Happy Ace Week, everyone!! No matter where you are on the ace spectrum, you are celebrated this week! And if you are learning about asexuality, we hope that this week will prove helpful.

[image description: a purple square with the text "Happy Ace Week!! October 22nd-28th, 2023." There are illustrations of a rainbow in the asexuality pride flag colors (black, gray, white, purple) and a purple star character with a smiling face. The AVEN logo is in the lower right corner.]

#asexual #asexuality #ace #lgbtq #ace week #asaw

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philistiniphagottini · 29 days

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16, 26, 65 and 78 from the smut prompts for aventurine plz? 👀

Hi Anon. Since you didn't specify, I chose female reader when doing this request. Thanks for dropping by, hope you enjoy.

Smut Prompts

Prompts 16 + 26 + 65 + 78

cw. smut, penetrative sex, lingerie, praise, mirror sex, pet names ((Aventurine loves to yap lol)), slow and sensual, implied chubby reader, fem! reader

"Look at you" Aventurine cooed softly against the shell of your ear. "My pretty baby is performing so well for me."

You stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the bruised skin as a spine-tingling shiver wracked your spine. You pressed your back against his sturdy chest, squirming in his lap as he blew cool air against your ear. A lazy smirk crawled over his lips as he caught the lobe between his teeth, radiant eyes shimmering with mirth as you continued to shiver from his touch. His fingers ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as warmth coiled low in the pit of your stomach. His slender digits hooked around one of the straps of your bra, toying with the flimsy material with a curl of his wrist.

"You look so beautiful, wrapped in lace" he whispered with a husky purr of your name. "I told you I had a good eye for these things."

His lips grazed the soft spot just under your ear, his hot breathing puffing against your perspiring skin and making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation. You squeaked as he let go of the strap of your bra, letting it snap back against your skin with a satisfying sound. A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as Aventurine’s hands continued to knead at your pliant body, pawing at you like a needy cat vying for your rapt attention. You finally let go of your kiss swollen lips as his hips pressed up into you, digging into the soft globes of your ass cheeks as his cock slipped a little deeper into your sopping entrance, your wet pussy snug and warm around him.

A hum bubbled up Aventurine’s throat as your lips parted around a sweet sigh of his name, long lashes brushing over your burning cheeks as your eyes threatened to slip close. Your hands clawed at the fraying edges of the carpet beneath you, head tipping back as you rested it against your lover’s sturdy shoulder.

"Aven…rine…"

Your head felt dizzy and you could barely think past the thick haze of lust fogging up your mind. Your blood simmered in your veins as the tips of your fingers turned numb, your legs quivering as Aventurine languidly rolled his hips against your rump, dragging his cock through your soused walls slow enough that you could feel every steadily pulsing vein lining his girth. A warm chuckle blew past his lips as his hands squeezed the soft pudge of your belly, fingers sinking into generous amounts of skin until it spilled over between his digits. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, his gaze lingering briefly at the apex of your thighs where his cock parted your creamy folds and disappeared between the silky lips.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" Aventurine asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Your nails threatened to tear holes in the carpet beneath you as you nodded, your throat bobbing as you swallowed around a harsh moan.

"Yes" you breathed. "Feels so, so good."

Golden locks of Aventurine’s hair tickled your skin as he fondly rubbed his cheek against yours, his fingers dancing along your torso as he continued to coo gentle praises against your ear. Your breathing stuttered as he rubbed his cock a little deeper inside you, the tip pressing against a white, hot nerve that caused the hot coil inside you to twist tighter, thrashing around inside your gut like a caged animal gnawing at the bars of its enclosure. Your back curved into a beautiful arch as you offered up your chest to his waiting hands, your perfect tits eagerly bouncing into the warm palms of his hands. He smiled devilishly as he squeezed your breasts, deft fingers tugging at the perky tips of your nipples that just peeked over the top of your bra. You whined his name loudly, the tips of your ears burning red hot at the sound of your pussy slobbering so filthily around his cock. Your hips wriggled, pussy eagerly swallowing around his cock as he pressed up against a soft spot.

"Good girl" Aventurine praised. "Keep moving your hips just like that."

Unshed tears clung to the corners of your lashes as your lungs pinched in your chest, hands still trying to find purchase on something; anything to stop your mind from spiralling out of control so rapidly. Your hands finally found something solid to grab onto as Aventurine’s hands slipped down your waist, the leather material of his gloves setting every single nerve on edge as your hands curled around his knees, fingers clawing at his pants as you tried to hold on. Aventurine’s gaze flicked to the full-length mirror situated in front of you, your reflection almost glowing as he observed you from a different angle. He kept his eyes trained on your figure reflected in the mirror as his fingers pranced along the insides of your plush thighs, scooping up the beads of arousal that dripped down your shaking legs.

"Pretty girl, look in the mirror for me" Aventurine purred against your skin.

You shook your head once his words registered, your eyes shyly averting from the mirror just a few feet away. A frown tugged at his lips.

"Baby, come on, no need to be shy~"

He gently nudged his nose against your cheek, encouraging you further. Still, you refused, a soft noise of protest rumbling in your chest when your head was tipped in the direction of the mirror.

"Come on, do it for me. Pretty please?" Aventurine asked, his voice flowing like honey from his tongue. "Just a little peek. I want you to see how pretty you are."

Aventurine was acutely aware of how you viewed yourself. He knew you were deathly scared of mirrors, adamant to avoid seeing your reflection at any cost. A negative habit he was gently trying to coax you out of. You looked so lovely dolled up for him in lingerie. He just wanted you to have a little glimpse at the image he had the blessing to gaze upon every single day. Maybe if you did, you might just realise why he was so sickeningly, endearing, maddingly in love with you.

You swallowed thickly as you hesitantly tilted your head towards the mirror. Aventurine encouraged you further, nose pressed into your hair as he inhaled your scent and let it curl deep in his lungs with each deep breath he took. Your eyes traced over your figure in the mirror, quickly darting over yourself. You tried not to let your gaze linger on the places you loathed to see the most, instead, trying to appreciate how well the expensive lingerie that Aventurine hand picked himself perfectly hugged your curves and complimented you so well it rendered you speechless.

Your hips shuddered when Aventurine’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, moving the fabric aside as your neglected clit was exposed to the cool air of the room. You hissed through clenched teeth as a shiver crawled down your back, heat still bubbling in your stomach and fanned into even hotter flames when Aventurine’s fingers traced the pretty pearl of your clit. Aventurine chuckled softly as his teeth nipped at your exposed neck, tongue following the prominent pulse of your neck as it jumped beneath the press of his mouth. Your eyes caught his in the reflection of the mirror, his glowing gaze almost hypnotic as you lost yourself in their alluring depths.

"See? Aren’t you the most beautiful thing in this known universe?"

The second your eyes strayed from his own and you caught a glimpse of your own flushed expression in the mirror, the trance was broken. A sudden wave of bashfulness shook you down to your core and without hesitation you buried your burning face in the crook of Aventurine’s neck. He couldn’t contain the fond chuckle that tickled his throat. He weaved his free hand in your hair, damp locks curling around his fingertips as he kissed the top of your head.

"Good girl. I’m proud of you. You did well."

He kissed the top of your head once more as you shivered in his lap.

"You alright baby girl?"

You nodded softly. "Hmm. Just…keep going. Want you to make me feel good."

It was just your way of asking for a distraction to empty your head of every single thought so you didn’t have to think anymore. Aventurine smiled.

"Oh, I can do that. I’ll make you feel so, so damn good."

A contented purr stirred in your chest as his fingers rubbed around the hood of your clit, playing with the sensitive nub with such attentiveness you’d think it was his favourite toy. Your hot breath became trapped in the crook of his neck as you moaned and sighed his name against his skin, fingers digging into his knees as the overwhelming bliss sparking in the pit of your stomach like fireworks threatened to consume you. Your plush walls squeezed him tighter, the slow push of his hips matching each sensual rub of his fingers over the hot little button at the top of your pussy. His eyes flicked back to the mirror as he panted, fixated on the way your tight pussy clenched every time he bottomed out as your arousal dribbled down the sides of his cock. The sight alone already had his body teetering on the razor thin edge of oblivion.

He cradled the back of your head as your teeth nipped along his throat, your lips as soft as the touch of rose petals as the swollen flesh just barely ghosted over the deep scars of his past marred into his flesh. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as his pulse quickened. His grip in your hair tightened, unable to contain his sudden urge as he wrenched your head up to smothered your lips with his. You both shared a delighted moan as Aventurine’s tongue pried your lips apart, tasting the shape of your mouth as he hungrily swallowed your whimpers and mewls of ecstasy. He sucked on your tongue as the head of his cock brushed against the soft, gummy patch deep inside, making stars swirl in your vision as the pressure inside of you suddenly snapped.

Aventurine whispered praises against your parted lips as you writhed in his lap, coil in your stomach shattering into a million, tiny pieces as your veins were flooded with liquid relief. It felt like your heart was lodged in your throat, ears ringing as your pulse drummed loudly in your ears. The cant of your hips came to a halt as your velvety walls squeezed Aventurine’s cock so tight it felt like you were trying to suffocate him. He buried his boiling cock deeper in your constricting walls, lapping at your sweet saliva as your pussy drowned his cock with thin strands of translucent fluids. The hot, wet feeling made his dick twitch, teeth clamping down on your lip as a groan rumbled in his chest as the coil inside of him unravelled.

Warmth blossomed across your abdomen amidst your own pleasure high, hips jolting as Aventurine’s cock kicked inside you and painted your walls with thick, sticky ropes of white. Your legs snapped shut on instinct, keeping his hand trapped between your thighs as your pussy squeezed and milked him dry until you were filled to the brim and overflowing. Everything felt like a hazy blur when the lingering dregs of pleasure started to fizzle out. You parted from Aventurine’s succulent lips with a loud pop, air heavy in your lungs as you gulped down ragged gasps. You struggled to keep your eyes uncrossed and focused on him, body warm and feeling completely boneless as you relaxed further against him. A warm hum rumbled in his chest as he lazily curled his arm around your waist, hand rubbing your round belly as he kissed your cheek. He couldn’t even be bothered yet to pry your supple thighs apart and retrieve his other hand, prefer to keep it stuffed there as you warmed his cock.

"Such a good girl for me, my pretty baby. Are you feeling full?"

You nodded with a contented hum. "Ask me again in a few minutes."

Aventurine chuckled warmly as he pressed his lips to your sweaty temple. "Anything for my Princess."

#my writing #request #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #x reader #fem!reader #chubby reader

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writer-ace · 1 year

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I watched the asexual and aromantic communities get eaten away at by exclusionists and proto-TERFs and queer people making fun of microlabels and people who talked about how they just wanted all of us to stop dividing ourselves so much and people who decided that the concept of the Split Attraction Model was homophobic and people who flooded the ace and aro tags with porn and--

Well, you get the point.

But now a lot of people on this site don't know about ace culture and modern history, so here's some stuff you should know about:

The Asexuality Visibility and Education Network (AVEN) was started in 2001 by asexuality activist David Jay as a forum and educational space about asexuality.

A Carnival of Aces, which is a monthly blogging carnival on ace topics, has been taking place since May 2011 and has included such topics as coming out, non-traditional relationships styles and polyamory, asexual education (which I hosted), and labels and microlabels.

The Split Attraction Model is one model for talking about sexual and romantic orientation that splits out those two orientations, allowing individuals to describe sexual attraction/orientation as distinct from romantic orientation (e.g., aromantic bisexual, heteroromantic grey-asexual). While this model is primarily used by people on the ace and aro spectrums, it can be used by anyone who wants to discuss or describe sexual orientation as being separate from romantic orientation.

The AVEN triangle (or asexuality triangle) is a black and white or greyscale triangle that originated from taking the Kinsey scale and extending it down into another axis to address/acknowledge the range of attraction between what's on the Kinsey scale (allosexuality) and no sexual attraction (asexuality). It's generally presented as white at the horizontal line at the top and then black at the point at the bottom, often with a gradation of shades of grey down to the bottom.

Microlabels are specific (sometimes very narrow) labels for sexualities, romantic orientations, and genders. While these are not aro- or ace-specific, they were often associated with those communities because there was a culture of having nuanced conversations about narrow definitions, often by people couldn't find something that fit their experience in the standard L, G, B, or T lexicon. Demiromantic/demisexual, cupioromantic/cupiosexual, and quoiromantic/quoisexual are all examples of micro-labels.

The ace ring, a black ring worn on the middle finger of the right hand (generally) is a symbol of asexuality that some ace people wear. It originated on AVEN in 2005 when people were looking for a symbol that was rather covert.

Cake has also been an ace symbol, mostly from the idea that ace people agree that cake is better than sex. It used to be common to see a drawing of a cake with the ace flag colors.

The ace of (heart/spades/clubs/diamonds) has at times been used as a symbol for different ace spectrum/aro spectrum combinations. Ace of hearts is generally agreed on as alloromantic asexual and ace of spades as aromantic asexual (aroace or aro/ace). Ace of clubs is sometimes for grey-romantic asexual and ace of diamonds sometimes for demiromantic asexual, but those are less common.

Dragons were also associated with the ace community, at least on Tumblr. I'm less certain where this one came from (theories include that they're mythological creatures the way ace people are seen to be or that it's because there were headcanons that Charlie Weasley was ace).

#asexuality #queer history

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eyesxxyou · 6 months

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My Hero

☆🕷️。・hobie brown x blackcat!reader

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synopsis. you and Hobie have long been playing the game of cat and spider. you chase, you fight, you fuck, you fight again, and you two love your games. until you find your life in danger because you stole something you shouldn't have

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🐾warning: p in v sex, unprotected sex don't do that children, a bit of sub!hobie, riding, reverse cowgirl, oral (m receiving) a bit of anal play not much though, hobie being kinda whiny and needy.

You always had a way of coming back into Hobie’s life when he needed you to the very least. Just when he was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t head over heels obsessed with the Black Cat as he thought he was, that he’d be able to look at you one day and not have the irresistible urge to kiss you and take you wherever the two of you might be, whether you be allies or enemies that day. He’d think that smile of yours, filled with chaos and mischief, framed in the silver fangs of your piercings, was just like any other, and that he didn’t have every inch of your body committed to memory.

Then you’d pop back up from wherever you spent your down time and bring back with you all the emotions he thought he had discarded in the rubbish bin down the street as well as your usual additional bullshit that he always played his own part in. That’s how you ended up in his very own bed, his real bed, the one he sleeps in every night, in just a thong and a baby tee that says 'I love (the love is a heart) to make men cry' as your hair now black as the night sky.

He never told you where he lived. No one would have assumed that the vigilante Spider-Man would live on a canal boat. But you were smart, crafty. If anyone were to figure it out, it would have been you.

Hobie was just swinging back on to his docked boat when he felt the familiar tingle of his spidey-senses going off. The prickling of his hair standing as his body moved by its own fruition. He leapt out of the way just before one of your knives could catch him. It came from overhead, the top of his boat where you perched yourself. The knife lodged itself in the wooden deck between his booted feet and he looked up at you.

There it was. All those feelings. They disgusted him but he loved you. He loved your slightly violent ways of showing love that never leave him wounded for long. Your usually pure white hair now raven black in wild curls, bad luck and even worse intentions radiating off of you. The smallest twinkle of fondness in your eyes as you look at him with that grin of yours.

“You always gotta try ‘n kill me every time we meet?” Hobie asks you at you drop down from your perch in front of him with the agility of a cat and snatch up your knife from his deck. You’re in regular clothes with a duffle bag tossed over your shoulder and cat-ish makeup on your pretty face. “I never try to kill you, hon. Just testing your reflexes.” You tucked your knife away, Your hand coming to rest on his chest affectionately. “Miss me, Bee?”

Always. “‘Aven’ crossed ma min’, luv.” He spoke gruffly. You looked up at him with knowing eyes. “I missed you too.” You got up on your toes, your hand coming to the nape of his neck to pull him close and kiss him, a friendly hello to make up from your aggressive one. Hobie kissed you back immediately, didn’t even have to think about it, how body did all the work for him. He knew he should be asking questions. How the fuck did you figure out where he lived for one. But oh— it’s like you knew that kissing him would make him nice, malleable, agreeable, and dumb. Hobie’s not dumb. He’d wise up quick so you had to beat him to the punch.

“I need your help, Hobes.” You murmured against his lips before he kissed you once again in sloppy play fighting with your tongues. “I’m in trouble.”

“When are you no’?” He left out in a slight breathless chuckle, finally pulling away. Wised up. “Wha’cha do?”

You nipped softly at your bottom lip, containing a slight smile. But if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a bit of fear behind those eyes. “I stole something I shouldn’t have.”

“Those are the only thin’ worth stealin’.”

“Bad people are after me, Hobie, and I need a place to lay low for a little bit.” Your lips twitched a little. Yes, definitely fear. “I need help and I heard Spider-Man is in the business of helping people.” It was definitely a shot at your pride. You hated admitting you needed help, spent years drowning because you denied everyone's attempts to throw you a life raft. Hobie knew you’d rather stab yourself in the foot. And that meant this was serious.

"Come on, le's ge' inside."

And that's why you're here in his bed, because the fear of being suffocated in your sleep in your own home left you paranoid. Hobie settled down beside you in his narrow bed with his arm tossed behind his head, the action pulling his shirt up just enough to reveal his naval and that beautiful happy trail leading down his low-hanging sweatpants. "Wha'cha take?"

"Nosey much?" Yet, you cozied up right beside him in his rather cushy bed. You liked the way he smelled, like musk and sweat and the faint hint of faded body wash. Some days, depending on the activities, he smelt metallic, like blood, and you loved that even more. You love his sharp, stoic beauty. Loved his hair and the unmarked flesh of his neck that was usually either bruised or cut in some way. Sometimes done by your own hand.

Hobie's hand was on your thigh, the pads of his fingers messaging your flesh as he looked at your face, dimly lit by the waning moonlight reflecting off the broad ocean and glittering into your face. Your lips were wet, full, pouty. Your eyes sharp and piercing. He could see the pretty peaks of your nipples beneath your shirt. He wanted to run his thumb across them, call you his pretty girl. Mumble into your mouth incoherent words of ignorant admiration. "You came t'me, lovie. I feel I gotta righ' to know wha' kinda trouble you're in."

You two couldn't keep your grubby paws off of each other, always stealing touches, slight caresses like you two were fooling anyone. Every fluid movement between you two, always playing off each other's last, was done like something of a ritualistic dance. You take something from him, he takes it back, whether by hand or by web, you get up close and with both of your quick instincts you're fighting over the objects of your desire, seeing who's wit will prevail in the end. Your banter often followed the same routine.

"Well, I feel I have the right to reserve that info. Jus' do your job, pretty boy. Keep me safe so people don't come and ruin this pretty face you like so much." You pull him close and place a soft kiss on his slender cheek before dropping the matter all together. "But— I am very grateful for your kindness. My hero." You press your lips against the shell of his ear, peppering kisses against his skin.

You shuffled about in his bed, maneuvering between his legs with your hands against his sweatpants to pull them down. "I want to thank you."

Hobie let out a breathy chuckle as you worked to pull his cock out from his pants. "I don't need thanks, par' of ma job, but I won' refuse one." Not with lips like yours and a sharp tongue that could turn so, so soft when put to good use.

Your hands held his half-hard cock, twitching with the pumping blood that made him grow harder by the second, and you stroked him softly, gathering saliva to spit on his tip and spread down his length. Hobie shuttered under your touch, looking down at you through hooded lids as his tongue poked out to wet his lip then nip at it. "Go easy." He murmured, knowing he mercilessly beat his cock earlier to the thought of you, not knowing when he might see that pretty body of yours again.

You always start so slow, feigning a sort of innocence about the way you kiss his leaking tip and suckle on it as you look up at him through your long lashes. You'd keep going on like this forever if you had the choice but Hobie was impatient and restless. Grunting with pleasure and disapproval, he'd tuck his fingers in the curls of your hair and get a nice, firm grasp before pushing your head down further.

You'd relent, let your jaw slack so he could sink his cock further into your mouth, the sensitive tip of his dick dragging across the plain of your tongue. He'd let out something of a strangled, choking whimper before biting his lip. "Fuckin'-" He'd let out in a breathy moan as his head would fall back and he'd guide you head up and down the length of his cock.

It happened every time and this was no different other than the slight way from the waves rocking the boat. His fingers were in your hair, guiding your movements as his dick slid along your tongue against your throat. "Goo', kitty." He stroked your head and pulled your head away to stroke the tip of his cock against your saliva-coated lips.

You took him all the way to the hilt, let him settle down your throat before swallowing. It drove him crazy, made him shiver as he pressed your face to his pelvis and coaxed you to do it again. You swallowed and swallowed before pulling your head back and swirling your tongue against the head of his cock. You bobbed your head at a nice, steady pace, reveling in every hiss that escaped his dark, pretty lips.

He was losing himself to you, to that mouth, to that dark gaze of yours. Head like this made him fall in love. Made him completely mad for you. And oh, you were bad, so bad and he needed you. He needed to be inside you, needed you in top of him.

Hobie moaned softly. "Come'ere." He pulled you off his cock and pulled you up the length of his body.

You kissed him, hand stroking his length in gentle strokes while you sat on his thighs. His tongue found yours, your teeth nipped at his full lip. "You like to pretend you don't miss me but you gotta miss head like that."

"You have no idea, luv."

You climbed further on top of him, kneeling above him with your hands caressing the sides of his pretty face. "Just lay back and let me thank you, hmm? I'm not always so grateful." You pushed him back against his few pillows. Hobie lied with a hand behind his head, watching as you got up and turned around to give him a nice view of your ass from behind.

You pulled your thong to the side, that pretty pussy of yours on display for him, nice and wet. You reached back and took him into you hand to drag the thick of his cock between your pussy lips, stroking your aching clit with his tip. You got him nice and wet with the creamy juices of your cunt before lining him up against your wanting entrance.

He slid in so nicely, the tip stretched your nether lips apart. Your back arched subtly as you pushed your ass back more and let him sink deeper within you. Hobie pulled a single hand from behind his head and grabbed a handful of your ass to get a better view,

That pussy of yours could make a grown man weep. So wet, so tight, so mind-numbingly soft. You knew how to move your hips in just the right fashion to make him want to cum inside every single time. Just the sight of your lips hugging his cock was enough to make him crumble in ways no other could make him. He’s whimpered for you for fucks sake and one rested in his throat right at this very moment.

You sat in his lap with his member sitting snugly in you. You rocked your hips nice and slow, circling in a way that left you shuddering. Hobie squeezed your ass then smacked it with a sharp swing of his palm. “Don’ start teasin’ now, kitty. Show me.” He pressed his hand against your lower back just enough to get a nice view of his cock inside of you. His thumb rubbed circles against your asshole and earned him something of a whimper.

You placed your hands on his thighs as leverage and raised your hips, moaning at the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls. You went until only the tip remained before sitting back down and taking him in once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" The last one was long and drawn out as you felt him nuzzle against your cervix and press against that soft place in your walls that made you grip his thighs tight and need him a little more.

Hobie cupped your ass with his hand, this thumb still tentatively rubbing circles against your tight rim of muscles as you took him over against and again. That pretty pussy of yours so idyllic it looked more like a fleshlight than anything. It gripped him like a vice, like a sin, oh you were such a sin and you felt so good.

"Shit, luv– fuck. Treatin' me good f'once aren'cha?"

You rose until your pussy let him go with a nice, wet pop and swiftly turned around to straddle him as you were before. "I can treat you so much better, Hobes." You reached back, let him take your cunt again and watched his face as his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open with the beginnings of a moan.

Your eyes rolled back as he entered you fully, lids fluttering. You stroked his head and rutted your hips against his own, your clit stroking against his pelvis. You moaned softly, looking down at his pretty face looking equally as fucked out.

Hobie's hands grappled at your hips, thighs, and ass, unsure of where he wanted his hands the most. "Keep fuckin' me like tha'." His hands finally settled on your waist, forced you up and down on his cock like his personal sextoy. His hands were under that little baby tee you were wearing, squeezing handfuls and fondling your breasts.

Hobie's head rolled back, his eyes fluttering shut with the pleasure of it all. With a pussy like this, if you asked him to give up being Spider-Man, he would. With a pussy like this, you could ask him anything and he'd agree with you. So nice and tight and wet. He could feel that slick of yours dribbling down his length, rolling in clear pearls over his balls.

You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you. "Keep those eyes on me, Bee. Pretty eyes like those, I wanna see'em." Those eyes that look at you in a hooded daze, not a thought in that brain of his just you, you, you. His hands stroked the sides of your body, cupped your tits, grappled at your hips, forced you to fuck him harder.

He reached between your legs and stroked your swollen clit with his digits. He needed you to cum for him, before him, you had conditioned him like Pavlov. He can't cum unless he knows you've cum first. He needs to see that expression of absolute euphoria across your face to finally know relief himself.

"Please cum f'me, luv. Please, please, I need i'. Y'know I do. Please." Hobie panted and begged. And oh the way your pussy squeezed him in segments, pulsing and quivering with the beginnings of an orgasm.

You squeezed his jaw harder, looked him in the eyes with your forehead pressed against his. The tips of your noses touches, the heat of your breath met the others and you felt the desperation in his breath.

He pinched and rolled your clit between his fingers, watched you lose your breath and ride a little harder. "Come on, luv. 'm good fo' i'. Jus' cum f'me." He kept murmuring, watching your expression, playing with the clit he knew from top to bottom. Your pussy was beginning to make a nice, creamy squelch around his cock, your cunt quivering with your climax.

Your hips bucked as you sat in his lap and pulsed around his cock. "Fuck, Hobes. Shit, oh my- fuckin' God." He stroked your clit through your orgasm, your rocking hips milking his dick, a womb begging for his load. You were left shuddering uncontrollably with eyes barely able to stay open. Oh you were high on it, dick like this doesn't come by often and you were intent on enjoying it as you always do.

You fucked him hard, left a creamy ring around the base of his cock, fucked him because you needed him to cum because that was the whole point of this. You liked the face he made when he came. The slight smile, a daze in his gaze, the complete loss of control of every extremity.

He submitted himself entirely to you, let you spit in his mouth, slap his cheek, do whatever you wanted to him because he can feel nothing but the way your pussy milks him for all he's worth.

"My hero," you cooed. Stroking his cock as he came in nice, thick ropes inside you. His large hands squeezed your ass, your thighs, your waist, grappled at you as the very breath got knocked out of him. His lips sought out yours as they always eventually do with a wanton moan. He kissed you like he was in love, all tongue and teeth, all consuming. A kiss that says 'don't leave just yet, let's just sit here'.

You know for certain that he's in love with you and you find it adorable. You could say you reciprocated it, could say you wanted a nice, quiet life with him. But you both knew you weren't built for that, not when your allyship was so unstable and one moment you could be working together for a greater cause and the next you have a knife to his throat and intend on taking a little more than just a little blood. It's never hard feelings, a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do to get ahead under the oppressive eye of fascist government.

Hobie half wondered if you were just here to get the drop on him, make him let his guard down to attack him. There could never be trust between the two of you, not complete trust anyway.

"You know we can't, Bee." You pulled away from him, pulled off of his softening cock and laid down beside him with your thong settling back into place. "As much as I'd love to, you know we're not compatible."

Hobie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I beg to diffa. We're compatible, we're fuckin' soulmates. I jus' can' figure out if we're sworn to be lovers or enemies." You look up at him, at his distant eyes that don't look back at you but instead out of a narrow window at the silver sea.

"What do you think's gonna happen while I'm here?"

Hobie finally looked down at you, his lips slowly pulling into something of a lopsided smile. "We're gonna fuck a lo', eventually hate each otha a lil' more, still fuck while we hate each otha. You'll probably try t'kill me at some poin' 'n 'm okay wit' i'. But at the end o' the day, I ain' gotta Scooby Doo, mate."

You sit up, lean in, and kiss him. In another universe, you could love him without hindrance. You've tried to love different versions of him but none compare to your Hobie, not even the Prowler Hobie you stumbled upon and made yours for a little while.

No one could compare to your hero.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #spiderman #spider punk #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x blackcat!reader #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse

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octastims · 4 months

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Aven (Worldless) stimboard with Fire, stars/ Constellations, black gems, claws and ravens for Anon! I hope you like it!

I'm really proud of how this came out... and now I want those cosplay claws too...

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it-is-only-a-novel · 1 year

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Aspec symbols

So I've been trying to gather a list of aspec symbols! Old and new, widely accepted, but also more obscure. Here's my list so far, including links and explanations (in italics) where possible. I've tried also to add in the specific labels that the symbols "belong to" where relevant/possible.

Arospec:

the color green (and anything green)

white aro ring which is worn on the middle finger of the left hand link

aro flag

archery (bow & arrow)

arrows of any type

frogs they are green (this is a more general queer symbol as well) link & link

yellow roses (& yellow flowers in general, seems to be more for alloplatonic aros, since yellow represents platonic love) link

sunflowers (aroallos) aroallo flag colors link

aardvarks link

anglerfish link

manticores link

rats link

nandays and caiques link

griffins link

phoenixs link

anatomical hearts distancing ourselves from the regular outlook on love, and/or love in general may be more for loveless and/or heartless aros

<2 link

succulents green

cacti green & many do not want romantic partners and can be seen as prickly, or want to be prickly

plants in general green!!

"no romo"

hummingbirds (aroallos) link

pineapples (aroallos) link

pizza & ice cream link

kiwis link

the emojis:🫀, 🏹, ↖️, ↗️, 🌻, 💚,🍍, 🍏, 💘 explanations: link

paper crowns references jughead jones from the archie comics link

Acespec:

dragons link

cake cake is better than sex link

garlic bread

the color purple

black ace ring which is worn on the middle finger of the right hand link

ace flag

space

pirates "Ace pirates aren’t interested in your booty" link

wolves

ghosts (demisexuals) link

axolotls

denim vests

cryptids

AVEN triangle

ace cards suits: spades-aroaces, Hearts-Alloromantics, Diamonds-deamisexuals, Clubs-grey-asexuls link

the emojis: 💜, ♠️

some of these are based off this post, and this master post

Aplspec:

the colors blue & yellow in the apl flag

apples (green apples can be geared toward apls that are also aros)

blue heart 💙

bees

iridescence

apl flag

blue roses link

Blue apl ring on the thumb link

based off of this post, explanations are there.

Aspec:

aliens & robots reclaiming stereotypes about dehumanization link

Artemis goddess in Greek mythology focused on her passion for hunting. Represents finding fulfilment in other aspects of life not only sex, romance, friendship, love, and so on. Also used a bow & arrow link and also my own interpretation from reading about her

Many thanks to @merely-a-caricature, @the-big-gayheart, @heartless-aro, @arosunflower, @saffigon, @crab-in-progress, @aroace-thoughts, @apl-aro-narc, @entropy-sea-system, @dateademisexualpersonwho, @legally-x, @askanaroace, @aroace-people-are-lgtbq, @the-amber-droid-dreams, @foolishfynnesse and @itsnotasecret20 I used their posts/reblogs/comments to compile many of these symbols (and I've linked the posts). If I've missed someone, I apologize, it isn't intentional!

Last edit: 23/2/2024

I also want to add, that this post doesn't include all aspec identities, such as agender, afamilial, asensual, and more. They are important parts of the community, but I'm only informed on some, so couldn't include them.

#aro #aromantic #arospec #ace #asexual #acespec #apl #aplatonic #aplspec #aspec #aro symbols #ace symbols #apl symbols #aspec symbols #queer symbols

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