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have you any bottom!Will Solace head canons? 🎤
Alright I am SO SORRY because I think I saw this after taking my ambien and passed out while writing it since the end was nearly incomprehensible, but here we are! Coincidentally, I’m actually writing my first (trans) bottom!Will fic, so I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently.
To start off, while I do headcanon Will as the epitome of a gentle dom, I also believe he can do so quite well no matter which position he’s in, and usually prefers to top just as much as he does bottom. But! you asked for bottom!Will, so that’s what we’ll focus on today.
As I said, Will really gets off on gently guiding his partners through the act, whether that be with his body or with his words—and he is nothing if not versatile. When he’s on top, riding someone, he’s smoothing his hands over their chest, trying to relax them as he rolls his hips along their cock (because you know Will feels just that good inside that whoever it is would already be losing their mind without him calming them down). He’s always asking questions, always assessing, but never in an interrogative way. Having worked as a healer for such a long time, he excels at figuring out what others need without making them feel pressured or stressed, and he’s also very good at doing this via dirty talk. It’s always things like “Does it feel good when I move like this baby?” and “Tell me just how close you are, cause I definitely am.”
When the other guy is on top, even if he can’t control the pace very much, he still makes good use of the rest of his body. He scratches down their back, squeezes their ass and follows the pace of the thrusting, wraps his legs around their waist. His dirty talk here is all about how well his top is doing, things like “You’re hitting just the right spot” and “It feels so good how deep you are inside.”
And then when he cums untouched, for just a handful of seconds, something magical happens: Will Solace, always so composed, absolutely fucking loses it. He’s crying out—both from his mouth and a little bit from his eyes—steady words reduced to a jumbled mess, probably waking up the whole camp, and shaking uncontrollably. If the person fucking him hasn’t cum yet, they definitely will be doing so now. But just as quickly as he lost it, once his orgasm fades, he takes a breath, returns to his usual calm, and is the king of aftercare. You’d never guess he’d just jizzed his brains out.
Thanks for my first ask, and I hope you enjoyed!
(BTW—trans!Will squirts. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.)
Guys if I wrote a book would you guys want an audio book version? I got published in a local library book lately and I’d love to share it, but it has my full legal dead name, so I’d rather give something where I don’t have to be tied to it. I’ll figure out how to upload the Audible later. Is there interest?
ykw if this gets like 5k notes I’ll do it
Happy Pride Month!!!!
Annual pride art! <3 Love these lil guys. Also a bonus this year - the not explicit but queer-coded gang:
fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
It hurts so much like I want to be able to help, but forcing someone to get help, or be “fixed” would likely hurt them more in the long run or something, and ruin the relationship with said person. Idk I’m not a philosopher
erm, aktucally, thats not philosophy thats psychology
Erm, aktually, that’s not a bird or plane, it’s my fist coming to pummel you /violent
steals your kneecaps
fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
It hurts so much like I want to be able to help, but forcing someone to get help, or be “fixed” would likely hurt them more in the long run or something, and ruin the relationship with said person. Idk I’m not a philosopher
erm, aktucally, thats not philosophy thats psychology
Anyone wanna join my Discord server?
Age limit- 13-16
Join limit- 5-6 (I want a small server, srry)
Genders- Both allowed
Looking for: People who know multiple fandoms (Bonus if u know SBG) , a little weird, funny, genuinely looking to be friends, Does not make Yaoi/Yuri their whole personality, Dark Romance haters, and basically someone who wants a friend group like SBG 😃 (If ur in the fandom that is)
I'll join.
The final stage of every OC's creation is having to go through websites like this to name it:
Winter rounds.
It was the first day of winter and already was the sky painting the ground in a blanket of white. You were so damn excited to play in the snow. Looking back, I wish we stayed inside instead. You would've been happier all the same.
The air was cold, but that was to be expected. It was only going to get colder from here. The smile on your face brought warmth to my heart, a warmth so fierce that it would melt the snow if physical. No matter how many times I wish it weren't true, that warmth didn't last long.
You were just about the build a snowman when it happened. God, I remember it all so vividly as if it happened moments ago. I turned around for just a second, I swear. And that's when it happened. The echo of a gunshot—crossing from god knows where—and stright through through your chest.
You were dead before you hit the ground.
Everything else was s blur as I collapsed to my knees and tried to apply pressure to the bullet wound. I begged and prayed and cried into the cold, unforgiving air—hoping that you'll be alright. My heart pounded against my chest to the point that I thought it might burst. My efforts were futile. I failed at the one thing I swore to you.
You're face was froze with shock as you lied on the snow, you're blood coating the white flakes with red. I was left distraught as I watched you lie in a puddle of your own blood. It made me sick. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
No longer do I think I can stand the sight of snow.
Had to think for a minute "wow, your backstory is WAY more tragic than I was expecting" until i got to the tags peak writing frfr
stupidlangelo sickening sickening
no one gaf but i was thinking of brown recluse spiders because uhhh something plague powers something but im very arachnophobic so instead of getting refs i decided to bullshit thru it
the zenin scowl cracks me up every single time
Vampires can't be on tumblr. We all love garlic bread with soup. They'll be an outcast.
I dont like garlic bread nor soup am i a vampire