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BTS: Sexy Zodiac Time 🌝

So I’m super into astrology, and I like to incorporate it into my characters when I write. I was doing some research for some smut and I got this bright idea to share what I think the Bangtan Boiz™️ would be like during sex based on their personalities and 🔮zodiac signs🔮

*This is all based on my intuition/imagination and should be taken light-heartedly


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Everyone knew Warren wasn’t just inviting Kurt into his room to “study”

featuring Nightangel cause what better subject to practice with<3

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mens-frights-activist replied to your post “Do you have any headcanons for trans Anders?”

Anders is so gender fluid, I really feel that. I always loved the idea of him getting to the circle and loving the robes, and the skirts hah

I love love love genderfluid Anders headcanons so much!! Back in the Anderfels I’m sure he’d have to wear very light, layered clothing because of the arid environment, so I like to believe he just grew up wearing robes and dresses and no one batted an eyelash. 

Imagine (escaped) Anders being caught because he took too long staring at the beautiful outfits in some new town or city because he didn’t have enough money to actually buy them… Then imagine him in Kirkwall, surprised and amazed by the clothes Hawke buys him with his new-found fortune. I’m sure he’d spoil him on occasion with whatever outfit he thought would look nice on Anders. Robes, dresses, corsets, boots, stockings, you name it!! Hawke would call him handsome and beautiful, no matter what uwu

August 14th, 2014

AUTHOR: hannaadi88

August 14th, 2014

The man had taste, Arthur begrudgingly admitted to himself. Cafés usually weren’t his scene; he’d trade a warm cup of coffee for an equally warm beer anytime. Still, the place the incubus had selected for them was quaint enough to stay for a few minutes, he supposed. The café itself wasn’t crowded but populated enough for a couple to exchange lewd remarks at their leisure without the danger of being overheard.

Not that they were a couple, of course. Far from it.

“I just don’t get it,” Alfred exclaimed, ignoring his ice coffee in favor of frowning incredulously at him. “Here you are, the embodiment of every teenage girl’s wet dream, and you waste it all on men! Do you have any idea what you’re missing out on?”

Arthur raised his brows at the man, unimpressed. “I was under the impression that you’d be grateful. After all, I could pose serious competition to your charms if I were so inclined.” He took advantage of the temporary lull of conversation as Alfred took a long sip of his drink. “That aside, I would hardly say that I’m missing out on anything. On the contrary, I think you’re the one wasting his talent. You wouldn’t hear me saying something so rude to someone I’d just met, though.”

That seemed to have triggered something in the other incubus. The frown melted off his face and what Arthur could only coin as a seductive grin formed on his lips. Attractiveness was a factor Arthur faced every day in his line of work and he liked to think that he was generally immune to it. It was because of who he was, however, that made him appreciate true beauty when he stumbled across it. He found Alfred’s smile hard to resist.

The boy was getting ahead of himself, though, conveniently blotting out whatever he didn’t want to hear. “That confident, are you? Pretty cheeky for an old timer. Put me and you in one room and, no matter how witty you’d be, I’d be the one everybody wished was in their bed. Men, too, if I wanted.”

Ah. There went all of the charm, right out of the window. Arthur couldn’t stand overconfident pricks. “Contrary to your misguided belief, there is more to attraction than good looks. You wouldn’t know the first thing about how to seduce a man.”

Alfred chuckled. “Should be easier than women. I know how guys think. All we want is to fuck. No need for fancy dinners or endless flirting.”

“You are highly mistaken, then.” Arthur scowled, pushing away from the table. “Wooing men is much harder than that, especially if you want a better quality fix from them. Insulting the complexity of their job, for example, tends to make them want to hurt you rather than bed you.”

Ice coffee long forgotten, Alfred looked up at him, eyes shining with competitive vigor. “Is that a challenge?”

Arthur didn’t bother giving the incubus an answer. He grabbed his coat and made his way towards the exit, forgoing his original plan to pay or at the very least to offer to leave the tip. Alfred had earned the privilege with that fat mouth of his.

That fat mouth proved to be talented in the end, after all. It had taken a long time, sure, but it seemed that Arthur had finally managed to train the lad properly. Lying with their limbs intertwined in bed, Alfred’s aura preened with the smugness of a demon. Now that he had finally succeeded in making his point, Arthur had every intention of wiping that satisfied smile off of the other’s face.

“Still think I couldn’t get a man even if I tried?” Alfred broke the silence. His arm was draped lazily around Arthur’s shoulder and his thumb was slowly tracing circles into Arthur’s skin. Arthur, whose head was resting on the other’s collarbone, bit back a smile.

“On the contrary, love. I think you’re a natural.”

Something in Arthur’s tone made Alfred pause and his brow crinkle in confusion. “Wait, you do?”

“Well, of course.” Arthur propped himself up on his forearm and turned to meet Alfred’s blue eyes. “It takes a dedicated incubus to get another one in bed. In fact, I believe it took all of your charms and skill to make me give in after, what, your fifth attempt? You didn’t stop to even get a fix in between. All of your talent wasted,” Arthur drawled, a smirk slowly forming on his lips, “on a man.”

It was his turn to chuckle when he recognized understanding dawning on Alfred’s face. “Cheer up, boy. I’ve helped you expand your horizons, after all. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

Alfred’s face turned red. “I— Well, men aren’t that bad. I mean…I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on just any guy. It’s only because—”

“I’m an incubus?” Arthur’s smile widened in amusement. He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Alfred’s mouth. Alfred didn’t respond at first, still stiff with confusion, but after a few moments he melted back against the headboard, his features softening.

“I guess you are pretty good after all, old timer. I won’t be so easy next time.”

“That is assuming there will be a next time, Alfred.”

“Of course there’ll be.” Alfred reached out to Arthur’s face, cradling his cheek in his palm. “You have to take responsibility for your actions. I’m completely and utterly hooked.”

Arthur raised his own hand to keep the other’s palm in place. “Are you planning on wooing me?”

“You better believe it!” Alfred grinned.

This time, Arthur didn’t take the time to bite back his smirk. “Bring it on.”

She steadied herself. She spoke with effort, but she managed to get it all out in the end. ‘You asshole,’ she said. 'I didn’t know they were still cranking them out. You think that despite ourselves women like me are attracted to men like you. But I don’t want to go to bed with men like you. I don’t want men like you to exist.’
—  Martin Amis, Money