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Five tropes I never get tired of reading
Jan. 10th, 2023 07:30 pmHope everybody's 2023 so far is ... uneventful. Not very interesting.
Me, I'm enjoying Clean The Insides Of Things January, which means I'm emptying cabinets but filling the trunk, and at some point have to go on an extended scavenger hunt from the place where they collect old glasses to the place where I can get shredding done to the place I trust to recycle small electronics ...
Continuing with some trailing questions that I assigned myself in the waning days of the December Daily: Five tropes I never get tired of reading.
- Somehow I have to have sex with you without letting you find out I'm in love with you. Fake dating, aliens made them do it, fuckbuddies trying to pretend they aren't catching feelings, that kind of thing.
- I'm going to have sex with you and it's going to be no big deal because I'm not in love with you, no matter what my friends, my boss, my therapist, and my landlord say. I'm sure I'm not going to feel anything unfamiliar or uncomfortable. It'll be fine.
- Sex pollen. Particularly (A) when there are pre-existing feelings that must be hidden (see above) or (B) when the pollenated character is very guarded and way overdue to get broken open.
- Inexperience. Which is a challenge when I also like reading characters who are way beyond high school, but I really like people who don't know how to do things and have to learn.
- I really want to have sex with you, but first we have to figure out how. This covers inexperience but also things like hello intelligent nonhuman, hello person under a curse, hello person who's anatomically unusual or just anatomically different from what I'm used to, hello person with various kinds of barriers to work around.
(I would really love to read realistic sex scene treatments of canonical injuries/disabilities. Like I feel like I've read every word of due South smut that exists in the known universe, repeatedly, and never once do I recall anyone mentioning that if you put Fraser's knees on your shoulders and roll his hips up, that might be suboptimal for someone with a bullet menacing his T8 vertebra.)
Me, I'm enjoying Clean The Insides Of Things January, which means I'm emptying cabinets but filling the trunk, and at some point have to go on an extended scavenger hunt from the place where they collect old glasses to the place where I can get shredding done to the place I trust to recycle small electronics ...
Continuing with some trailing questions that I assigned myself in the waning days of the December Daily: Five tropes I never get tired of reading.
- Somehow I have to have sex with you without letting you find out I'm in love with you. Fake dating, aliens made them do it, fuckbuddies trying to pretend they aren't catching feelings, that kind of thing.
- I'm going to have sex with you and it's going to be no big deal because I'm not in love with you, no matter what my friends, my boss, my therapist, and my landlord say. I'm sure I'm not going to feel anything unfamiliar or uncomfortable. It'll be fine.
- Sex pollen. Particularly (A) when there are pre-existing feelings that must be hidden (see above) or (B) when the pollenated character is very guarded and way overdue to get broken open.
- Inexperience. Which is a challenge when I also like reading characters who are way beyond high school, but I really like people who don't know how to do things and have to learn.
- I really want to have sex with you, but first we have to figure out how. This covers inexperience but also things like hello intelligent nonhuman, hello person under a curse, hello person who's anatomically unusual or just anatomically different from what I'm used to, hello person with various kinds of barriers to work around.
(I would really love to read realistic sex scene treatments of canonical injuries/disabilities. Like I feel like I've read every word of due South smut that exists in the known universe, repeatedly, and never once do I recall anyone mentioning that if you put Fraser's knees on your shoulders and roll his hips up, that might be suboptimal for someone with a bullet menacing his T8 vertebra.)