#I hope the rest of your day goes perfectly!💕

[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 // Chapter I

Summary: Elain doesn't need a pack bond to be satisfied as an omega. She's perfectly content being mated to Azriel alone and their solo bond had never been a problem. That is until Elain's heat cycle arrives ahead of schedule and her alpha is half way around the world with no way home.

Luckily for them, their very good friend and roommate, Lucien, is willing to step in until Azriel can get home to help her.

AN: I was hoping this would be longer and better quality, but I’ve been a little stuck. Sorry guys. Anywhoville, hope you still enjoy it! 💕

Chapter II

Lucien

”How's she doing?"

Lucien smiled, putting his phone on speaker so he could continue working on breakfast. It had been two days since Elain's heat had kicked in unexpectedly and he wasn't afraid to admit he was enjoying every moment of it. "She's fine, Az. Still sleeping at the moment. I'm just working on breakfast."

"She's been eating enough?"

"Not nearly, but that's going to stop today. She'll be fine, Az. What are we looking at when it comes to flights?"

Lucien heard his friend sigh on the other side of the line. "If all goes to plan I'll be home tomorrow night."

He nodded. "She'll be excited. You want to talk to her?"

"Not if she's resting. She'll need it to get through the next wave of her heat, I'm sure. I need to start getting ready anyways."

"Right. Good luck, man."

"Make sure she eats someth—" Lucien had already ended the call, rolling his eyes.

"He doesn't think you're incompetent. He just worries.”

Lucien turned, waving Elain into the kitchen space, unable to resist sweeping his gaze down the bare skin her skimpy robe failed to cover. She was still flushed, pupils dilated. Another glance and she leaned into the counter, her slick-damp thighs pressed tightly together. “How are you feeling, little one?” he asked out of courtesy.

”A little tired. Achy again. I’m okay.”

She pressed in close, her blush creeping down her chest even as she nuzzled into his scent gland. “Careful, sweetheart. Stove’s hot. Everything’s almost ready. Once you’ve eaten we’ll see if we can help that ache again.”

”Breakfast later,” she pouted, one hand slipping under his shirt. He ground his teeth, trying to think of anything but fucking her into her newly repaired nest as she nibbled over the spot she’d previously had her nose buried in.

Taking a deep breath, he eased her off of his chest, nearly flinching at the wounded look it put in those soft brown eyes. “You need to eat, Elain. I’m not letting you go hungry through your heat.”

“I’m not hungry,” she huffed. “I don’t need food, I need you to knot me.”

His lips twitched. Brat. And how quickly her tune had changed on that front. One sharp look had her biting her tongue, shuffling over to the table when he gave her rear a soft swat. “If you want me to knot you anytime soon,” he began, plating breakfast for them both, “you’ll eat.”

She frowned again, eyeing the plate he set in front of her even as her stomach growled. “Eat, little dove.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she mocked, cutting into a sausage link.

He chuckled, but didn’t say a word, simply watching to make sure she kept eating. The poor thing was squirming in her seat by the time she cleaned her plate. “Good girl.”

”Lucien, please.” Pushing back his chair, he curled a finger in summons. Elain hurried over, perching on his lap and tucking back into his neck. “Please.”

”Such lovely manners, little one. They might just make up for all that backtalk a moment ago.” She huffed against his collar and he reached around to squeeze her hip in reprimand. “Hm, petulant, aren’t you? Tell me,” he purred. “Does Azriel let you get away with talking to him like that? Or would he put you over his knee for trying to make eating such a low priority?”

She whimpered, going stiff in his lap even as he watched her drop one shaky hand between her legs. “Ah, ah.”

“Lucien.”

He turned her in his lap. Leaning back into his chest, she was small enough to fit her head beneath his chin, riling the sort of protective instinct he couldn’t afford to entertain. He rolled his neck, trying to steady himself with the scent of her heat back in full force. Ignore the slick already soaking through her thin robe and onto his sweats. “Perhaps, sweet girl,” he murmured, “we can keep your secret this once. See what we can do to fix our problem here.”

”Wait, I-”

“Elain.” She shivered, neck bared to him the moment his teeth grazed her earlobe. “Spread your legs.”

~~~~~

Azriel

The scent of her heat hit him the moment he stepped into the apartment. He knew Lucien had been taking care of her, of course. But it didn’t change the fact he was concerned about the situation as her mate. He was just shrugging out of his hoodie when he heard a muffled moan from the bedroom he shared with Elain.

He couldn’t help but smirk at that, dropping the rest of his things in a heap before aiming to join them. “Having fun, I see.”

Elain was a panting mess, eyes glazed over, her nest half ruined beneath her. As for Lucien…

Just as he’d told Elain, a pack bond had always appealed to him. Who better to complete it than their friend and roommate?

”We are,” Lucien growled, not bothering to withdraw the two fingers buried to the knuckle.

”Az,” Elain whimpered.

”How you doing, angel?” He kicked off his shoes, sinking into the nest and hunching over her to stroke her tangled hair back.

“Want you,” she begged.

”Me?” he asked, lips grazing her brow. “Or both of us?” Lucien went still, starting to pull back from where he was braced over her, hand drenched in slick by then. “Don’t,” Az told him. “Keep going.” He needed an honest answer, inhibitions down. Devious as it sounded, she was more likely to be honest about her feelings when she was riding out her heat than trying to clear her head enough to find an answer that sounded polished and loyal.

”B-both,” she squeaked. “Both of you.” Her hips jolted when Lucien twisted his wrist so he was able to stimulate her clit with his thumb. A broken, desperate sound left her before she called for Az again. He leaned down to kiss her, his hand wrapping around her throat. “Please,” she whined against his mouth.

“Sweet, needy omega,” he purred. Elain swallowed hard beneath his palm. “All wound up again.”

“Been like this from the start,” Lucien told him. “Insatiable.”

He clicked his tongue, loosening his grip and letting himself map the freckled skin exposed to them both. “Poor little thing. Just need kept full, is that it? I think that can be fixed easily enough. Can’t it, Lucien?”

Smirking slightly, Lucien withdrew his hand, muffling Elain’s soft pleading by pushing those two fingers down over her tongue. Always one to please, she suckled there as long as he let her, licking his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he praised. Keeping one braced by her head, he lined up against her, easing in slow and steady. “Good girl.”

There was nothing Az wanted more than to be inside his mate right then, but this would be the nail in the coffin. Elain needed to see there was truly room for all of them here.

So he watched. Waited. Sat back, pleased to see Lucien was confident in his handling of their omega, even with ties unestablished. She detonated, trembling from head to toe as Lucien worked her through the aftershocks. Sniffled when Az told him to take her again. To fill her up how she needed.

Az stepped out of the nest just long enough to strip his clothes before coming to the top of the bed and bending down to kiss her, fingers rubbing soothing circles wherever he could to ease her distress. She was already overstimulated.

“Easy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead before starting to tease her breasts. “You’re doing so well, angel.”

He slid his fingers through hers, pressing down on her belly. “Oh, God.”

“How does it feel,” he asked, “to have Lucien fuck you while I hold you in my arms?” Lucien smirked, dipping his head to graze his teeth across her scent gland, right beneath the place Az had already marked her.

There was an unspoken agreement that everything would need to be further negotiated when Elain was in a clear state of mind. Planting the roots now was as far as they could go without breaking her trust. Marking was too big a step to address with her head so clouded, considering all that had changed in the past few days.

Soft little pants met his ears and he didn’t bother trying to hide his groan of pleasure—nor the raw need coursing through him the moment he watched Lucien knot his mate. She cried out, scrabbling to secure a grip on something solid. “That’s my girl,” Az praised the next time she came down, Lucien easing out of her with a deep groan of his own. “That’s it. My sweet little mate. Back with me?” he asked when her breathing had leveled again.

Elain nodded, her sweat-slick brow flush against his chest. “Missed you,” she mumbled.

“I know, angel. I hated being away, even knowing you were in such good hands.” She withdrew, chewing at her lip. The moment of truth, then. “Elain?”

She dropped her eyes, a dark blush that had nothing to do with her heat staining her pale face. “I’ve… enjoyed it.” He coughed sharply, unwilling to laugh when Elain still felt so vulnerable in her confession. “I just felt I should at least be honest—”

“Elain, angel, you haven’t done anything wrong. You were given a solution to the problem you found yourself in.” He could feel Lucien staring him down with every word, but Elain deserved his full attention when it came to this. “You’re allowed to change your mind, you know. I won’t push anything you’re against. Neither will Lucien. But I won’t let you see any shame in it either.”

“This would be okay, then?”

He smiled. “It would be perfect.”

~~~~~

Elain

“I told you.”

Elain smiled, sharing a glance with her brother in-law who was already shaking his head at Feyre’s smug tone. There were many ways Feyre had grown up before Elain and Nesta, but at the end of the day she wasn’t entirely free of the common allegations against youngest siblings.

“I’m not discussing it, Feyre,” she said, bending to check the twin loaves she was baking for the five of them to share that evening.

“I’m sure what you’re after is the last thing your mate cares to hear about at the moment.”

Rhys smirked again, but was smart enough to pretend his focus was entirely on feeding his son and not the antics Feyre had started. “Elain,” her sister said, the lack of teasing in her tone making Elain pause. “You’re happier for it, aren’t you? It isn’t just about Az bringing up pack bonds?”

Elain smiled once more, resting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s all I want and more.”

~~~~~

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[siriuslysatorusimping]

Okay me again, hi, I’m at the airport for a not fun trip home and am distracting myself. I have an anecdote or two for you that are just reminding me of Gojo/Rinko prof dynamic.

My dad would get to his college campus before my mom most days (now she just drives him to work all the time lol). He would always end up popping over to her class or building before class began to say hi, love you, have some tea, etc. But if he got there before her, he’d end up gushing to HER students about her and she’d have to kick him out to start class.

He also had an incident where he’d been hospitalized for a surgery and was not supposed to teach for a bit so he could rest. But he LOVES teaching, so he snuck away from home to teach class and my mother had to come to campus to drag him home and back to bed rest. These may not mean much regarding Gojo and Rinko but I love the college prof couple dynamic in every setting and I wanna share cute stories since everyone’s going through it rn 💚

Hi!! I'm sorry that it's a not fun trip home. I hope it goes as well as it can! 💕

OKAY BUT THAT FIRST EXAMPLE WOULD BE GOJO 1000000%.

He'd get there and be like "DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW FUCKING SMART YOUR PROFESSOR IS??? HAVE YOU SEEN HER RESEARCH? YOU'RE SO FUCKING LUCKY, HOLY SHIT. SHE'S ALSO HOT AF. YOU KNOW, IT TOOK ME OVER A YEAR TO CONVINCE HER TO DATE ME???"

And he's saying all this shit and Rinko just slips into the back and is cackling as he rants and then he finally notices her and just gets this fucking dopey smile on his face as he greets her and literally everyone is rolling their eyes because how can a couple be this fucking cute and in love?

I also have a headcanon where Mai shows up at his class to pass a message and half his students are like "WTF who is that isn't he married" and the other half are like "WTF i thought hot prof was single wait is he dating a student do i have a chance" and Mai is whispering to him and he's getting all agitated, and suddenly he's just like "CLASS IS FUCKING CANCELED BECAUSE MY WIFE WENT INTO LABOR WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT TO INTERRUPT MY TEACHING." and he goes to leave, muttering under his breath as he asks Mai if Rinko drove to the hospital herself and he just groans when Mai smirks at him and tells him she took the metro and he's just like "this FUCKING WOMAN IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, AND SHE'S PERFECT, BUT TODAY SHE WAS PERFECTLY STUPID." and Mai is just fucking cackling as she follows him out of the room.

[levi-supreme]

Happy New Year sunshine! I wish you and your loved ones a holiday full of happiness and rest. Thank you for sharing with us a bit of your culture! I'm really interested in Asian countries' cultures ❤️

Oh yes, I saw it! I'm sure that would be a nice way to celebrate your birthday haha! Same here, I'm really excited for the new season and to see Levi again 👀

I'm always so happy and in awe to hear you're glad to have me on your blog and that you consider me a dear friend of yours. My heart feels so warm right now and that's all thanks to you. I know I'm repetitive haha, but thank you from the bottom of my heart. You're playing a big role in my road back to recovery and for that I'm eternally grateful. Remember the same goes for you! Whatever problem you're facing, I'm here to help you and give you the love you deserve so much 💖

Omg you make progress really fast haha. So glad to hear you keep enjoying the game and that you're almost done with the first part of the experience. Haha yes, those hybrid flowers seem easy to breed, but actually it's quite hard at the beginning. I still remember my failed attempts haha. Congratulations for your first hybrid flower dear! I'm sure it'll be followed by many others. Oh I've never heard that game before and I wasn't aware it existed a mobile version of animal crossing. If you didn't like it you did a good thing deleting it. I have some games on my phone I don't really play anymore, but I don't want to delete theme because I feel like maybe I could have a change of heart. However, that never happens and then I end up with my phone's memory clogged! I wish you good luck with your progress! But with the rapidity with which you proceed, you probably don't need it 💕

Oh god! I've always wanted to play God of War Ragnarok!! Unfortunately I have a Xbox and the game isn't avaible there, only on ps4/5. I hope your bf likes it and that he's having a good time. When I was younger I used to play Cooking Mama with my brother and we loved it so much! It may seem childish but it's actually a good game. Glad to hear you were able to convince him to buy it and that everything worked out in the end. Once or twice I played GTA with my cousin, I never learned how to drive properly there and I always broke the car by crashing into something. Omg same! I have those Pokémon toys that used to come with McDonald's Happy Meal too. Unfortunately, I don't know anymore where I put them haha 💙

I'm glad to hear you came to a decision regarding Levi's birthday this year. Keeping mind of your creativity, I'm sure it'll be a great event! I'm excited for it and I can't wait to se what you have in mind 💗

Talking about shyness, I feel like I'm ready to reveal myself to you! But I remember you saying once that you enjoy not knowing who I am. So I want to let you decide! I'm happy with being one of your emoji anons so please don't feel pressured! 😊

Yes, you're right. We've come a long way together and likewise, I'm thankful to have you as one of my dearest friends! 🥰🥹

No need to thank me! I read your shipping fics in the past and I was in awe! Like you said, you and Levi are perfect for each other. I feel like with you Levi would be so happy and content with life. I'm so glad to hear you've overcome your insecurities and that you're enjoying this experience!

Thank you so much for the message! You saying that I make you happy makes my heart melt! I'm the one who should thank you for your support, for chatting with me and for letting me become one of your emoji anons! Never apologize for taking your time to reply! I understand you perfectly. Enjoy your holiday sunshine, I love you 💞 ~[🧸]

Hi there my dearest 🧸 anon!!! Good day to you! Thank you so much for the well wishes! It's been raining the entire day and even though I'm not complaining... it's too cold XD I'm glad that I can show you bits and parts of East Asian and Southeast Asian culture over here!!! I'm so happy to hear that you're interested in learning about my culture too. There's probably only a few people here who understands my culture, and I'm really touched to hear these from you hehe. Other than spreading my love for Levi, my blog will also be here to spread the love for East and Southeast Asian culture too!!

Hahha for SNK to air on my birthday is either the best or worse way to celebrate tbh... But yes!! I can't wait to see Levi again 🥺💖 I'm sure everyone misses him terribly and we can't wait for him to appear on the big screen again <3

Hehe. I think I'm also very repetitive, because I'm always talking about how grateful I am to have such a supportive friend like you too! There may be lots of bad things happening on the internet all the time, but I'm glad to have found you! ^^ let's continue to support each other for a long long time ☺️

Hehe, yesterday (21/01) my new Residence Services opened and now I have Isabelle on my island!!! Yay!!!! And Tom Nook just started talking to me about building that campsite to invite K.K. Slider over 😂 and urgh I have to farm for iron nuggets again................ :/ I'm making friends with my island's residents and I'm having so much fun!! I love it when I gift them something and they give me clothes in return haha, it's so cool!!

Talking about hybrid flowers, I got a second pink windflower again! And I got an orange pansy too, and a second one is blooming ^^ I'm trying to manifest for my other flowers to have hybrids too... other than windflowers and pansies, I have hyacinths, cosmos, and mums!! My tulip seeds are still in my storage because I have too many flowers outside my house XD

Pocket camp is actually quite fun!! It's similar to acnh, but you're at a campsite instead of an island. I kinda liked it, but it was hard earning money and I wanted to get those spring-limited kimonos and sakura decorations etc, but then I didn't want to spend money on those lol... so I gave up pocket camp XD but I'm the same!! Sometimes I keep games on my phone because of nostalgia, and I think I'll go back to playing them one day. In the end, I don't and it's just there wasting space.... hahaha.

Well my bf finished God of War Ragnarok already!!! He was complaining about how ridiculously hard it was to get the platinum trophy for the game on the PS achievements, so he stopped playing and he's going to uninstall it haha. I don't follow the God of War series, so it was interesting to watch him playthrough Ragnarok too! Aww cooking mama is really fun!! I used to play it on my cousin's PSP and that's how I got to know cooking mama lol. He loves playing cooking mama now XD

Don't worry, I'm terrible at GTA too. I tried playing it and I failed my first mission miserably???? I keep banging my car and killing people too, so I gave up on the game HAHA. I think my pokemon toys are still somewhere in my room though... I hope I can find them some day hehe.

Since Levi's birthday falls on Christmas, my idea for Happy Birthday Levi this year somehow coincides with the theme of gifting hehe. I'll leave it as it is so that I don't drop anymore spoilers~

Awwww!! 🥺💖 haha, tbh I'm okay with either too! I would love to know who you are, but at the same time, I love the anonymity about you too! I love seeing you as my emoji anon! It feels like I am talking to a secret admirer XD don't feel pressurised to let me know your identity as well, I actually really do enjoy this 'mysterious' factor about not knowing who you are hehe.

Haha I'm glad I overcame that insecurity too! Ultimately, I started writing Levi fics because it makes me happy to show my love for my favourite character is this way, and I started selfshipping because it makes me happy too. I realised I shouldn't be embarrassed for being such a huge selfshipper, and as long as it makes me happy, why not! Even though not many people read my Reivi stuff, I know that there will always be people out there who do read them and that's good enough for me 🥰

Thank you so much for this very thoughtful message too my dearest 🧸!! I appreciate you a lot and I am always keeping you in my thoughts 💚 also, not sure if you saw, but I made a discord server for my followers here!! There's not many of us yet, and I'm still trying to make it a nice cosy place just like my blog too hehe. If you have discord, feel free to join my server!! But same thing: please don't feel pressurised to do so as well ☺️ take care of yourself, and I'm looking forward to hear from you again!!! (*^^*)

[merry-andrews]

Hi!!💜 yup it's me again. I'm sorry honey, it took awhile for me to answer :(

Aww don't be sorry at all! I do enjoy reading angst as much as I enjoy reading happy stories so! And my Gosh! No need to thank me darling!! You deserve all love and happiness and all praises and all full of love comments so!! I'm just soooo sad AO3 doesn't allow me to give you more kudos so! :(

And don't apologize for yesterday at all! Take all time you need to reply so!(though you really don't need to always reply to my comments I mean I said it before, when I start talking about something I love, I won't be able to stop myself! I keep talking and talking!😅😅 you don't have to answer in long reply so! Just knowing my comment make you happy is enough for me! More than enough so!🤗💗

Today was too busy for me here, went to shopping, wrote a silly story and my aunt and uncle came around too and tried to catch up with my classmates oh my God!! Yeah I also wanted to tell you, I talked about you with my RDR friends so! And some of my classmates too!! "He's the BEST! his writings are just unique! It's like you are playing the game when you read his storiiiies!!!!!" Even my little brother is now one of your fans too!! Yup!

Exactly! Angst suits Javier and John's relationship so good!

Agreed!! My God that's the fact! I mean I've tried to write about them 'fluffy and romantic' but, talking about this ship brings up things like 'cheating' 'broken heart' 'break up' 'sadness' and..

I'm just happy I'm not the only one who noticed how characters changed at the end of the game! And player could clearly see these changes in John! And yes, Abby and Javier have some things in common and it's why they were like John's best friends. Closest people to him (though it's just tragedic to see John went with Abb instead of Javi..)

Ok let me say, if RDR was happened in modern ages I expect John and Abby being close friends! Roommates even! Cus, why yes, they're odd couple. Can't be like wife and husband also can't live without eachother.. ouch! That's exactly it!! He's torn between wanting a normal life or having a partner he can truly love so! Aren't you my adorable darling?😆💕💕 why everything you say is just so in-canon so?!? Do you work for Rockstar?? GASP! you should be RDR writer!!!!🙈

Awwww! I love this imagination of Javier warmed up to Jack so! And yeessss!! Modern RDR but Abby living on her own with her son and John can have Jack at the weekends! Such a wonderful idea so! And him and Javier taking Jack on small trips, having good times together.. my God.. now I just wish if RDR could happen in modern age so😭

Don't be sorry darling! I did enjoy reading this lovely story and ooh??👀 I'm looking forward to see more 'Jovier' stories from you so!😆

Thank you for taking time typing such long replies in answer to my comments!!🙈 I guess I can not thank you enough so! Ouch! I wish I could..do something in return so!! I mean like..like drawing something for you or writing for you, you know? I just..I mean I checked your AO3 page and you have no gift!!!!! You're such a wonderful writer I don't understand people so! God!

I can’t be him

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Escuella x John Marston

Tags: Riding, Light Angst, Cheating, Sexual Frustration

Disclaimer: Fixed edition of the work I’d previously posted. My love for this pairing makes it impossible to not strive for perfection. If you detect any errors or mistakes, (or you just absolutely hate/love it) please let me know! Otherwise, Enjoy

The entire world had to be against him. These days, John constantly found himself wondering just what he’d done to deserve any of this. Everyone was nagging and complaining, everyone’s nerves taut like never before.

If it wasn’t Dutch spewing big words and commands, it was Abigail. Goddamn Abigail. He loved her. There was no doubt about that. John couldn’t imagine a life without her. With all the good and bad. It was just that the bad seemed to become unbearable.

She had chewed his ear off all day, her voice rising in frustration when he asked for just a moment of silence. Dutch was never far behind, constantly reminding him of things he planned to take care of on his own time. He could do that; he was an adult for god’s sake. They were treating him like a child, belittling everything he did, shaking their heads in disappointment when he couldn’t match up to their standards. He wasn’t Arthur. Fuck, John really wasn’t anywhere close to him.

“Javier.” He approached the man where he sat, noticing the opened bottle of whiskey by his side. As inviting as it seemed, that wasn’t what he had sought the man out for that day.

“You can come to me,” Javier had purred, although drunkenly, clutching onto the back of a chair. “Anytime you need'ta blow off some steam.” They’d been getting drunk by the campfire, had shared all kinds of tales and memories. Javier was good company and his offer had John bristle for a moment.

“What?” He had asked, oblivious, not at all catching onto the way Javier had kept looking at him all night. It was more realistic that Javier had merely offered him to go for a drink whenever he wanted, but his stare alone held entirely different intentions. “You proposin’ me or sumthin’?” The thought had made John cackle, ridiculous as it was.

He stopped the instant Javier drew in a breath to answer, found his dark, dark eyes, pupils impossibly big.

“Yeah,” he had answered, trailing his eyes down John’s body, stopping somewhere around his crotch. Right where John knew his pants were bulging.

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[persephonescottage]

PONY | 21.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Billy is mean to Henry, but he is nice to Pony.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: Soooooo here’s this chapter that I had a very hard time writing, I hope you like it. Once again, I’m writing this on my phone so sorry for grammar mistakes💕 Here is that map of the library if you still care. Thank you so much for all your kind words I promise I’ll try my best to have the next update in the next couple days. Love you guys!

All of a sudden the room is on fire but no one notices.

No one but you.

As the rest of the audience explodes in clapping and cheering when William Russo finishes his speech. There’s ringing in your ears and the mic in his hand has turned into a pitchfork as the orchestra begins to play sinister music.

People move in pairs, they are dancing to the melody synchronized and happy but you can’t breath, this is hell.

No.

This is a panic attack.

You remind your self to keep your breathing steady, deep in, deep out, counting the seconds the air stays inside of your lungs even when the corset is making it almost impossible to do so. 

Henry’s hand is back on yours and you look back at him. He’s smiling, his hand pulling on yours, taking your arm to his shoulder, signaling you to start a waltz just like the rest of the people on the dance floor you’re in the middle of. But your legs are frozen, they’re glued in place.

You’re about to tell him you have to go, but you can’t think of an excuse quick enough. Henry’s eyes glisten with the lights of the room and he looks just like innocence itself, his hair perfectly combed back, not a hair out of place, his delicate grip on your waist.

Why aren’t you enjoying this?

Then your name is called from behind you and your blood chills.

Henry stops too.

The three of you stand there in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by the glittering dresses of twirling couples in an infinite waltz.

You know he’s behind you, but you can’t turn to face him, if you turn it will all be over.

“Mr. Russo, congrats on being the honored man!” 

Henry’s hand goes past you and he stretches to reach Billy’s, the motion makes your body swerve. It’s too much, you turn slowly and there he is in all black, looking down at you, the graphite mask covering half his face, half the scar on his nose showing perfectly unlike it did those nights under the moonlight.

He’s shaking Henry’s hand awkwardly, in forced pleasantries and he’s not even trying to be discrete about it, you’re sure your dancing companion notices too when he retrieves his hand and clears his throat.

You hold your breath and lower your sight.

Why can’t you look at him?

You’ve got nothing to hide.

He’s the one that stalked you and lied to you, pretended to be protecting you from himself!

“I’ll borrow your dancing partner for a few minutes Mr. Dumas, we’ve got an interview to do.”

“You do? I didn’t know any of that?” Henry looks at you surprised and you say say nothing. 

“It’s an honoree thing.”

“I’ve been honored a few times, I’ve never gotten an interview Billy.”

Billy grits his teeth.

Who allowed this man child to call him by his nickname?

“Well, maybe your father has, he’s the one who gives the checks, isn’t he?”

You cringe at the comment and decide it’s time to intervene. A fight in the middle of an active dance floor, though flattering, might get you fired.

“This is the first year we’ll be doing the interview Henry. I thought we’d do it later, but if you’re ready now sir, we can do it now.”

“Right now please.”

You turn your sight right back to the dark eyes that look at you in winning satisfaction. 

At least he said please.

“Shall we?”

His hand is on your lower back and the shivers you know too well make themselves present, the coldness of the obsidian ring on his finger causing your thighs to rub together.

“Do you want me to come with?”

Henry’s whisper is on your ear, and you’re torn. You should be saying yes, in fact you shouldn’t even be playing along to the lie of the interview in the first place but you ignore the gut feeling and you shake your head with a nice smile.

“No it’s ok, can you tell Gianna I went to do the Blackbird thing?”

“Blackbird?”

“She’ll understand.”

Henry looks at you confused but nods in agreement and then turns to Billy with a hard stare.

“Please take care of my girl Billy, remember there’s still a stalker after her you never catched.”

🤍

“Can you at least wait for me? I’m wearing heels!”

You’ve been following this man around the entire library. the dark tall shadow running up stairs and down corridors you know like the back of your hand but suddenly feel like a hunted maze of marble and gas lamps. 

As soon as you left Henry’s side Billy Russo walked away from you. As fast as he could, left you power walking behind you in what seemed like a never ending marathon around the building.

You called for him a few times.

In a formal way of course, as people were around.

You called him Mr. Russo, as that was the only way you dared to call him, you asked him to wait when you could feel a light sheen of sweet forming over your collarbones but he never did, he never even turned around to face you.

You debated a few times if you should stop, stop the madness. 

Why were you chasing this delusional man in the first place?

Oh my god what if he really wasn't Blackbird to begin with?

But of course he was.

Wasn't he?

You just had to keep running.

He turns into a hallway on the second floor with a dead end and you give yourself a tired smile, you know this wing, there is no way out of here but then he reaches the end of the hall and turns left to the Shoichi Noma reading room.

That should be closed, you tell yourself, he’s not allowed in there.

No one is tonight.

Lifting the weight of the shinning taffeta of your skirt you take the turn as well, the room is dark and you go down the flight of stairs carefully, the smell of old books filling your nostrils quickly.

As you reach the main floor you look for his siluette in the dark but you don’t see him, only a dim light catches your sight at the end corner of the room.

Candles!

Who allowed candles in a room full of old books?

A loud thud almost gives you a heart attack and you turn with your hands on your chest, it came from the staircase.

You move as quick as the dress allows you, sprinting back across the room again, climbing with hands and feet up the stairs but it’s too late, the door is locked and you are trapped inside.

“Finally you and me Pony.”

🤍

You’d love to say you banged on the door when all the lights in the reading room turned on, you’d like to say you screamed for help when you saw him sitting on a chair on the head of the oak wood table with a devilish smile and the phantom mask off, just waiting for you.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t do any of that.

Instead you walked back downstairs slowly, counting your steps as if you were heading for the god of death himself, as if reaching the end of a cliff, unsure if you would throw yourself down, waiting for a reason to.

“Hello Pony.”

“Mr. Russo.”

He chuckles and shooks his head in amusement.

You can’t help but think of how the dim lighting makes his dark eyes sparkle, he looks childish when he smiles, but the eyes, the stare is so hot.

“Is that what I am now? Mr. Russo?”

“That’s what you’ve always been, I just didn’t know.”

“Huh…” he fakes a thinking sound, his open palms resting on the table to support himself as he lifts his body from the chair “It’s not so bad, in fact, I’d like to hear you scream it tonight.”

“I don’t think that’d be very professional since we did come here to do an interview.” Your voice is quiet but your making sure to sound as stern as possible, you’re glad the tulle hides your wobbling knees. “Let’s start with the first question, who do you think you are?”

He moves quickly through the room to reach you and your body reacts as fast as it possibly can walking backwards until your back touches the hardness of a bookshelf. He grips your chin between his fingers in an unyielding grip.

“I’m the only one who gives a fuck about keeping you safe apparently.”

Your breath gets shallow, like his proximity and attention cut your lungs open and you stare up into his eyes. The room grows silent and you wait for him to let you go or say something, or kiss you.

You want him to kiss you again.

You don’t care how mad you were half an hour ago.

You don’t care that he played cat and mouse with you all this time.

You don’t care that you shouldn’t want this man because he’s a liar and a gaslighter and a stalker and you definitely shouldn't want him to touch you.

Your eyelids flutter open and closed as if they are too in a debate, blinking up to meet his gaze, his lips barely inches from yours.

“Don’t give me that look Pony, it’s like you want to kill me and fuck me at the same time.” His hand let’s go of your chin caressing your cheek “I know better now, I know that pretty pussy of yours is poisonous, the ultimate temptation.” He finishes quietly, his voice low and rough.

What does that mean? 

You frown.

“I…”

“You can’t lie to me anymore Pony. Don’t tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.” His breath touches your neck and you can feel your pores come alive “Don’t tell me that you don’t want to rub your clit against my leg until you come. Don’t say you never touch yourself and think of me. Don’t lie to me, Pony. I know you better than anyone now.”

You can feel the vibration of the music from Astor Hall moving the walls, moving your body, he’s peppering kisses on your shoulders as he whispers, on your collarbones, and you’re shivering.

“If you don’t lie to me, I wont lie to you either. Last nights I was so hard I fucked my hand and pretended it was you. I pretended you were down on your knees begging for my cock just like you’ve done all of this days at your apartment.”

His hands are caressing your waist and sliding to your back, toying with the laces of the corset and you’re nervous thinking that he will pull on them any second now.

“I imagined that you licked and sucked me off and I came all over your pretty face. My dreams have been plagued with you and all the ways I’d fuck you since the day I first saw you, you’ve haunt me Pony.”

His chin goes down to rest on the top of your chest and he takes a quick lick down the middle of your breasts.

“Then this afternoon before the gala I was hard again, and I jerked off in the shower imagining I had you bent over with my dick in your pussy and a plug in your ass.”

He stops speaking and you pant, more turned on from his words that youi’ve ever been, you can feel your pussy pulsing, every nerve ending eager.

You want to scream yes.

Yes, do that.

All of that and more, use me, fuck me.

But you don’t.

You can’t.

Because he is still the shadow that followed you everywhere, he is still the man that threatened to kill Henry, he is still one of the most powerful men in New York, and now you know it’s easy for him to keep his threats.

You should escape, you know all the escape routes in the library, it was possible for you.

Tears fill your eyes and you don’t know why.

Blackbird was never your friend, or your boyfriend. You never envisaged a realistic life with him or a happy ever after. But to know you’ll never even get to know what it was like to give yourself to him and let him fuck you into oblivion felt like a loss you could barely cope with.

“Nod baby and let me know you hear me.”

This is the first time he’s with you in a complete sober state, and you’re silent, assessing the situation, he must think you’re an idiot, but you nod because he tells you to and because at the moment you don’t seem to be able to form a rational thought that doesn’t include the both of you naked on the study table.

You shouldn’t like anything he’s saying to you, it’s wrong and disgusting and abhorrent to the feminist that you consider yourself to be. But you can feel yourself responding to him, your muscles lax and you suddenly wished you wore underwear.

“Why are you doing this? This is stupid, you’re Billy fucking Russo!”

“Thanks?”

“No I mean, you could have sex with anyone.”

“I don’t just want sex.” He growls.

“Then what do you want from me?” You ask hating how weak you sound.

“I want to own you.”

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Coffee and Confessions

Pairing: !Professor Xu Shangqi x !college f. reader

Genre: Fluff (lime)

Warnings: professor x student/TA relationship, elements of slow burn, mutual pining, sfw teasing, reader plays footsies with Shangqi, making out, confessions, suggestiveness, preludes to smut  

Summary: You start off your winter break with your favorite professor.

Word Count: 2.9k

Beta Read: @cyborg-cinderella - thank you bestie Ilysm 😘

Notes: This fic is my submission for @tonystarksfavoritedaughter‘s 1 year writing challenge. I chose the quote: “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Congrats Hailey on the milestone! I’m so proud of you 💕 sorry for posting it past the deadline, but I hope you love it 🥺 Although no 18+ warnings are present, my blog is still 18+ so PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Otherwise you will be blocked! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

It was finally winter break. Everyone around you was packing their bags to return to their hometown or planning vacations to extravagant places the world had to offer. Everyone except for you. 

You didn’t have much awaiting you in your hometown. All the people you grew up with essentially got up and left after graduating high school and never looked back. On top of that, your family decided to make plans without you and were expected to return home on Christmas Day. That is, if everything goes well for their flight back home, and you could only hope that the weather conditions were safe to travel in. So you were left with no choice but to hold down the apartment you shared with your roommates. 

Once your roommates left you with the apartment, you sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments before deciding to flip on the TV. You were only able to squeeze in a few episodes of the show you were binging before boredom washed over you. Then, you decided to follow an at-home workout video. By the time you finished exercising, you were still bored out of your mind. 

The rest of the day revolved around ordering takeout and starting a new show to binge watch. In the middle of watching one episode, your phone chimed to signal you received a text. You grabbed your phone from under the blanket and turned it on. It would be an understatement to say that you were shocked by who sent you the text.

“Good evening,

I hope you are doing well and are receiving the rest you deserve after all your hard work this semester. I know this may seem out of the blue, but there is a pressing issue that I would like to discuss with you in person. Would it be possible to meet you at the cafe on Lime & Lemon St tomorrow morning at 10am? If not, perfectly fine. We can talk over email if you prefer. Please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you and have a wonderful night!

Professor Shangqi”

You lost track of the times you read the text from Professor Shangqi. Your face warmed up and your palms persparated. The professor you had been crushing on the whole semester is requesting to meet up with you outside of school. The smile on your face was as wide as the Cheshire Cat. Then, you suddenly frowned.

What if he wanted to meet up with you because you failed his class? What if he caught on to your crush on him and was going to confront you about it? Your mind was racing with thoughts and you didn’t know if you should cry or throw up or pretend you never received the text and call it a night. 

“No,” you exclaimed out loud to yourself. “I should reply. It’d be rude of me not to.” And so, you sent out a quick reply and sent it without thinking twice.

“Hi Professor!

Yes, I can meet with you at that time. I hope that everything is okay on your end. I look forward to meeting with you.”

Time couldn’t move any slower as you waited to hear back from Shangqi. When your phone dinged again, you opened up your messages within a second of receiving the notification. 

“Oh, everything is fine. I promise. Just wanted to ask you something that I prefer doing in person. Can’t wait to see you :)”

Now, you were back to smiling and biting your lip. Your fingers danced across your phone screen as you wrote one last message to him.

“Sounds good! I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight professor :)”

Rolling onto your belly, you screamed into the pillow that you were lying down on. You had to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming. Before you knocked out, you read over the text thread, excited you will be getting coffee with the professor you had developed a deep admiration for. 

The next morning, you sat in your car, glancing at your reflection in the tiny mirror above you. Your palms were sweaty against your phone as you checked the time. 

9:59am

You started to hyperventilate, considering how close it was to the time you were expected to meet Shangqi. Normally, you were perfectly calm and collected around Shangqi. Yet now, you were on the verge of vomiting because of how nervous you were about going out with him. Was this even considered a date? No. Just a student and professor having a casual business meeting. Right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the parking space next to you. You almost yelped when you realized the driver was your professor. As Shangqi turned off the ignition and stepped outside, you took some deep breaths to steady your racing heart beat. When you finally got out of your car, Shangqi glanced in your direction and flashed a sweet smile. 

“Hey!” Shangqi called out, sauntering towards you. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah, likewise,” you responded. You gave him a firm handshake like how you always did when you saw each other. Except this time, the handshake lingered a little too long for it to be professional. You both lightly giggled before anchoring your hands down and brushing fingers. 

“Shall we?” 

“Yes, let’s go in.” You walked alongside Shangqi until he rushed to open the door for you. A laugh erupted from your belly as you thanked him for the gesture, entering the coffee shop. As you hopped in line, Shangqi briefly glanced down at your backside before following you. He was grateful that you hadn’t turned around, otherwise he would’ve been in for it. Little did he know, you had hoped that he would look at you the way you did with him.

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna order the matcha lavender latte,” Shangqi playfully taunted as you peered up at the menu. You pretended to act offended even though deep down, you were flattered he memorized your favorite coffee drink. Yeah, it technically wasn’t coffee, but it was better than the boring Americanos your professor always drank.

“Of course, I am! Remember, every time I go to a new coffee shop, I have to order their matcha to compare between shops.” Shangqi beamed at how your face glowed while you spoke. “And if I were to guess, you are gonna get your tasteless Americano?” Shangqi adjusted his glasses and turned back to the menu.

“Actually, I think I’ll get the same thing as you. It must be worth the hype if you’re always ordering it. And I’ll have you know, dear, that Americanos are not tasteless.” Your head whipped around when he called you dear. You weren’t sure how you could possibly respond to that without wanting to yank him towards you and kiss him. But the way his eyes met yours made you even more tempted to do so.

“Next in line, please!” A loud voice projected from behind the counter. You both whipped your heads in the direction of the barista, waiting for you to approach the counter. Shangqi made way for you to stroll towards the counter first. Nodding towards him, you proceeded to the counter, reciting your typical coffee order to the barista. He punched the buttons on the screen, waiting for you all to conclude your order. Shangqi came up behind you, lightly cupping your mid back. The unexpected movement sent chills up your spine and your cheeks burned hot enough to keep you toasty in this cold weather. 

Shangqi angled towards you. “Make those two matcha lavender lattes.” You simpered, cocking your head towards him. The barista, unbothered by the exchange occurring in front of him, tapped away at the screen. 

“Would you like to try any of our pastries or…” his voice dragged out as you scanned the menu.��

“The strawberry crepe sounds pretty good,” you mentioned to the barista.

“And I’ll have the chocolate croissant,” Shangqi jumped in. The barista gave the total cost of the order, and as you dug through your bag for your wallet, the professor handed the barista his credit card.

“Wait, I could’ve-”

“No need for that. Besides, I’m the one who invited you here, right?” You nodded in agreement, allowing him to pay for the order. Then, you both waited to the side counter, standing so close that your arms bumped in unison. Without acknowledging the closeness, you both smiled to yourselves, glancing at the ground. 

After receiving your orders, you both settled into a cozy corner of the cafe. Shangqi rubbed his hands together to keep warm while you bit into the strawberry that sat atop the crepe. He stared at your lips as they puckered around the strawberry, his mind wandering to the dark depths that he only visited at night. You swallowed the fruit as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. In the blink of an eye, your professor steered himself back on track.  

“So you’re probably wondering why I invited you to coffee.”

You shrugged with a small smirk. “Just a bit curious.”

Shangqi laughed, “So the reason I asked you here is because…” He twirled the cup around on the table as if the right words would magically appear. Well this may not be a surprise to you, but you were my best student. In fact, you received the highest grade out of all of my students.”

You gulped on the lump in your throat, beads of sweat forming on your palms. As much as you wanted to make eye contact while he spoke to you, your nerves got the best of you. Just the sheer thought of looking into his beautiful brown eyes would make you faint.

“I wanted to know if you would be interested in being my TA for the spring?” The muscles in Shangqi’s body tensed while he waited for your response. He relaxed when he saw the twinkle in your eyes. You were smiling so hard you had to hide behind your hand. Moments later, you nodded your head repetitively.

“Yes!” Your cheeks were sore from grinning. “Oh my gosh, yes! Wow, I am truly honored, Professor. Thank you so much!”

Shangqi sighed in relief and raised his cup towards you. “To the fall semester. And now, onto spring semester.” You tapped your cup with his and then simultaneously sipped your drinks. It was refreshing to hear only good news coming from your professor. You hummed happily thinking about how you get to spend more time with him.

Further into the coffee date, you noticed a shift in Shangqi. While you made small talk, he would eye your lips and lick his own. Was it a coincidence that he did that? Were you imagining things? Was he coming onto you? You assumed that you were overthinking everything, yet his every little move made your skin heat up.

Feeling bold, you grazed your foot against Shangqi to test how he would react to it. He didn’t seem phased by it until your foot crept up his leg. His jaw clenched in surprise and he removed his glasses to clean the lens. His imagination still ran wild as you slowly trailed your foot in between his calves. 

Perfect. You got him.

To tease him more, you seductively ate the strawberry crepe that you had almost forgotten. You shut your eyes and moaned as the sweet treat hit your tastebuds. Something in Shangqi stirred as your innocent moans filled his ears and he gulped down another swig of his drink. Anything to distract himself from his mind diving deeper into that forbidden place. Meanwhile, you hid your smirk, knowing that you managed to get under your professor’s skin. In a good way, of course.

This continued until everyone in the cafe left for closing. You both took your time leaving the cafe. While Shangqi slid the crumbs off the table with a napkin, you took your time grabbing your bag behind you. It was really obvious that neither of you wanted to leave. Even the tired baristas picked up on you and Shangqi trying to prolong your date. 

“Well, that was nice,” you announced once you finally exited the cafe. A wave of sadness washed over you, realizing you won’t be seeing your favorite professor for over a month. 

“Yeah, it was a nice date,” Shangqi added, causing your heart to skip a beat. You smiled timidly at him. As much as you wanted to question him about it being a date, you didn’t want to pry. You were appreciative to have spent quality time with him before spending a lonely winter break at your apartment.

“Thank you, by the way,” you began. “For today. Actually, the whole semester. Out of all the professors that I’ve had, you’re my favorite. I can’t wait to be your TA.” Shangqi smiled at you, soaking up your kind words. You reached your hand out, waiting for him to shake it.

“I think we’re past handshakes now.” You lowered your hand slowly. “You’re gonna be my TA so we can be a bit more casual, don’t you think?” You snickered. Shangqi extended his arms and wrapped them around you when you closed the space between you two. You felt secure. You felt home. And you didn’t want to let go of that feeling. Neither did Shangqi.

Your professor pulled away just enough to look into your eyes longingly. The mixture of the nippy air and his comforting embrace caused goosebumps to form on your uncovered skin. His gaze moved down to your lips and his breath decelerated. Then, your voice snapped him back to the present.

“You know something, Professor?” Shangqi’s face plastered with perplexity. “I know you have been staring at my lips the moment we stepped in the cafe.” Shangqi tried to deny you but just ended up tripping over his words. He grew more nervous as he defended himself. It made you titter how the professor that always had a way with words became a blabbing mess over you.

“You can kiss me if you want.”

Shangqi chuckled at your forwardness, but proceeded to move his hands to your face. His rough hands cradled your jawline before leaning in to press his lips on yours. Your heart violently thumped against your chest and your stomach twisted as your lips danced to a beat that felt so familiar. After what felt like a lifetime, he pulled away for fresh air. 

Shangqi was awestruck. By you, the kiss…by everything. All he could utter was, “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Yet, he still brought you to a fit of giggles.

“It was the-”

“The crepes. Yeah, I remember.” Like a pair of magnets, your lips were stuck on his again. His thumbs smoothed over your cheeks as you tugged on his winter coat. Your tongues almost simultaneously slipped into each other’s mouths, causing you to gasp as he explored the inside of your mouth. The bitter taste of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the pastry danced along your tastebuds. You craved to memorize the taste of his tongue, to have his lips imprinted on your body. 

“Shangqi,” you stammered, as the kiss died on your lips. “I really like you. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.” Now that you finally admitted your feelings for him, you wanted to burst into tears. Your head started to drop, but your professor tilted it back so you could gaze into his brown eyes.

“I really like you too.” Shangqi swiped your hair out of your face so he could bask in all your beauty. He sighed in joy, “God, it feels so good to say it. I have felt things for you ever since the first day. I never thought I would adore someone the way I adore you.” He sniffled, unsure if it was the tears he was fighting back or the cold winter catching up to him. “But, here we are. I’m not ashamed to admit how much I really like you.” 

What started off as a short peck turned into another passionate kiss. You felt his lips form into a smile against your own. He nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you to snort quietly. A sound that Shangqi secretly loved.

“I don’t want you to go now. I wish we had more time together.” Shangqi caressed you as if it would be the last time he would ever be able to. A lightbulb in your head abruptly lit up when you remembered that you were basically spending all of winter break alone in your apartment. Perhaps, Shangqi could keep you company.

“My roommates are back home and I have the apartment to myself if you want to come over.”   

Shangqi perked up. “Yeah I like that. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there.” You nodded happily before he kissed you one more time. Both of you locked eyes before heading to your cars. You shared one last subtle laugh before easing your ways into your cars. The shape of his lips still lingered on yours, and you couldn’t wait to touch them again. 

Now, you finally had something to look forward to during winter break. More appropriately, someone to look forward to.

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[sableseb]

hi! congrats on 500!!! you deserve it, your work is *chefs kiss*

for your sleepover this weekend, can i get a one shot where it’s reader’s birthday & bucky pampers her. gives her a nice bath, maybe even attempts to paint her nails, etc etc. then he starts to give her a massage & things turn sexual pretty quickly. she ends up being the one on top, & there’s many orgasms for her because she’s the birthday girl, so of course bucky is gonna make sure she’s feeling her absolute best.

ya know, lots of face riding, breeding kink, some choking, maybe spit kink, food play(?👀)....whatever you feel is best honestly:)

thank you, & i hope you have a fun sleepover!!!💕

Thank you tons!🥺❤️ I genuinely loved the idea of this request🥵 I hope you like!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut, fingering, face riding, breeding kink, choking, biting

tags: @fuckandfluff @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44

“Buck! Stop it, you’re tickling me.” you say in between giggles, trying to jerk your foot away from his grasp. You’re sitting in the tub, bubbles and flowers lay scattered through the warm water as your boyfriend is perched outside the bath trying his best to give you a foot rub.

“Well, this would be a lot easier if you’d just stay still for two seconds.” he mumbles, a smirk forming on his face.

Bucky always goes above and beyond for you, but when it’s your birthday, he always makes sure to give it his all. This year you didn't want to do much to celebrate your milestone. All you told him was that you wanted to spend the whole day with him and only him.

Of course, he happily obliged. He hasn’t let you lift a finger. He’s done all the cooking and cleaning for you. He hardly even let you leave the bed.

You sink lower into the tub as you feel your muscles relax beneath the steaming water. Bucky’s hands are working wonders on the balls of your feet and you can’t help but to let out hums of contentment. You can’t remember a time that you’ve felt so relaxed.

After almost an hour of pampering, he helps you step out of the bath, wrapping a fluffy, white towel around your body. You lean into his chest and lay your head just below his chin. “Thank you, Buck. Best birthday by far.” you whisper.

He pulls away to look down at you. His girl has him whipped and he’s not afraid to admit it. How can he not be with your doe eyes and perfectly pink lips? “The night’s not over yet, doll.” 

“Oh?” you question. “What did you have in mind, Barnes?”

“You’ll see, hun.”

He takes your hand in his and leads you to the master bedroom. He motions you to lay on your stomach. You do so and he pulls the towel down to lay just above the curve of your backside.

Bucky straddles your waist and brings his hands up to your back. You melt into his firm caresses. The cool metal on his left hand feels nice against your humid skin from the heated water. The right works in tandem, getting out all the little kinks that have built up in your muscles.

“A foot rub, now a back rub? You’re too good to me.” you tell him, voice muffled a bit from your cheek is pressing against the fabric of the blanket resting atop the bed.

“Oh, doll. This is just a little warm up.”

He dips his head down to press chaste kisses along your shoulders and neck. His lips make a shudder run through your relaxed body. His hands move down and grip the towel that’s covering your lower half. Without a second thought, Bucky pulls the towel away to expose your perfectly round ass.

He grips the flesh, grabbing and pulling, spreading them apart, giving a smack here and there. You find your hips rising, trying to push against him, needing some sort of friction on your aching pussy.

“How many times does the birthday girl wanna cum, hm?” he asks as he watches you squirm, eyes catching wetness glistening between your thighs.

“As many times as you’ll let me.”

Bucky groans, he knows how much you love the orgasms he can bring you. It makes a sense of pride swell in his chest that a woman such as yourself wants him as much as he wants you.

He moves off you. “On your knees, baby.”

You happily oblige, chest pressed firmly against the mattress, hands gripping the blanket, anticipating his next move. You feel him move behind you once more. This time, cool metal fingers dance along your thighs.

Bucky’s eyes feast on your pussy all spread out and practically dripping on the bed below. His fingers finally make contact with your clit, rubbing slow circles against the sensitive flesh.

Your moans get caught in your throat with each rotation of his wrist. You work yourself against his hand, almost humping his palm.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my hand. I know that cunt wants to cum.”

“Please. F- finger me.” you gasp.

With a smirk, he inserts a metal digit. Who is he to deny his girl on her special day? He languidly pushes in and out of your tight channel. Your legs spread farther apart, knees digging into the bed. You bounce back against his finger, puffs of air leaving your mouth as he works you effortlessly into a frenzy.

There’s a coil that starts to wind and Bucky takes notice by the way your thighs start to shake and your toes start to curl. He adds another finger, stretching you out even more.

He picks up his speed, watching the way your ass ripples against the harsh pace of his arm. Your moans get louder as he curls his fingers to find that spot that makes you see white.

His flesh hand snakes it’s way around your front, pads of his fingers meeting your swollen clit once more.

“Bucky, oh fuck. Right there baby, right there.”

“Know how much my girl loves to come around my fingers, c’mon, cum for me, doll.”

His hands keep moving, gaining momentum the more he sees you squirm. You’re close, heat overtakes your back, clit pulsing under his finger tips, drool leaking out the sides of your mouth. Bucky leans down to bite your ass. The harsh sting sends you over the edge and you let go with a cry.

He helps you ride it out, fingers slowing down just enough to send aftershocks through your core.

“That’a girl.” he praises, pulling his hands away from you.

Sweat sticks to your skin and you’re trying to even your breathing out. You raise up, making room for Bucky, who is making himself comfortable on his back in the middle of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, a slight smirk appears.

“Come fuck my face, baby.”

The words make you clench around nothing. Bucky lets you take the reins from time to time, but it’s been a moment since you have. As much as you love having him in control, you love controlling the pace just as much.

You throw a leg over his head, situating yourself on your knees to hover just above that sinful mouth. It takes all of Bucky’s willpower to not grab you and shove you on his face. He wants you to use him for your pleasure.

Placing your hand on your drenched cunt, you pull your lips apart, giving the man below you a perfect view of your clenching hole and engorged bundle of nerves.

He audibly groans at the sight. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Slowly, you sink onto his tongue. Whimpers escape your lips as he licks each fold and teases your entrance.

You start to grind back and forth on his face, his stubble adding a delicious burn between your thighs. Your hands fly up to grab your breasts. You tug and knead, twisting your sensitive nipples.

Each grunt Bucky lets out adds to your pleasure. Little vibrations find your clit, making you try to lift away, but his hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you back down to eat you out like you’re his last meal.

You fall forward, arms holding your weight while you continue to mercilessly move your hips against Bucky’s face. Another coil is forming, that same heat returning as he bites and sucks.

“Suck my clit, baby.” you plead, tears forming around your eyes.

His lips automatically wrap around the swollen flesh. You jerk, a debauched moan escaping your chest.

“Ah, fuck. Right there, don’t fucking stop.”

He wouldn’t dream of it. He keeps sucking until your flows of “yes” and “Bucky” stop and your body goes stiff. He pulls back, gasping for air. Your juices cover the entire lower half of his face, lips and nose glistening.

You collapse on the bed next to him. Getting up abruptly, he sheds his clothes until he’s completely bare. You can’t help but to glance down at his cock. It’s swollen to the point that it looks painful. Angry veins appear along his shaft, the tip leaking precum. Suddenly, you find yourself turned on all over again.

He makes his way back to you, slotting himself between your sticky thighs. He brings you in for a kiss. His tongue slipping past your lips, making sure you can taste yourself on him.

Bucky pulls away, giving you a quick peck before trailing kisses along your neck. He makes his way up to your ear while lining himself up to your entrance. “Know you got one more for me. Can you give me one more, doll?”

“Yes.”

And that simple word is all it takes for Bucky to fully sheath himself inside you. Your warm walls welcome him with ease. Finally being wrapped around something has him let out a breath of satisfaction. You feel so wet, so tight.

He can’t control himself, he’s fucking into you with such a force that the bed beats against the wall. You feel so full, his thickness is rubbing you in all the right places, his tip keeps kissing your cervix.

Grabbing your throat, he grounds himself, pounding into you as he watches your chest bounce with each snap. He squeezes a little harder, knowing how you love your air way constricted. Especially with his sizable hand.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, the pleasure is almost too much. You’re still overly sensitive from the last two orgasms. Bucky brushes his nose against yours, keeping eye contact as his thrusts keep getting faster, chasing his release.

“How’d you like me to fuck a baby into you? Have you all round with my child. That’d be a good present for you, wouldn’t it be, gorgeous?”

You couldn’t think straight. His words fuel a desire you didn’t know you had. The squelching sounds grow louder as wetness is pooling on the comforter below.

“Tell me you want my cum.” he snarls. “Tell me to fill you up.”

“Please,” you rasp against the pressure of his hand, “want you to cum in me so badly. Fill me up, James.”

He lets out a broken moan as his climax approaches. His thighs and abdomen start to pull taut, he needs you to cum first so he can feel your walls clench and pulse around him.

His hand leaves your throat, he brings your legs up to his shoulders. The new angle has you seeing stars. The pointed strokes inside your tender pussy have your feet locking behind his head.

After a few more thrusts, you come undone. Your body locks up and your walls lock onto Bucky’s dick, almost making it impossible for him to pull back.

“Fuck.” he moans.

Your climax triggers his. He’s cumming deep into your womb. The hot ropes soothing the light pain accumulated inside you from being overworked.

Your legs fall limp, Bucky still resting snugly between them. His lips find yours for a sloppy kiss. Your tongue dances with his, seeming to want to taste him for all his worth.

Pulling away, you trace his jaw with the tip of your nose, inhaling his musky scent. “We need to have birthday sex every day.” you chuckle.

“That we do, doll. That we do.”

[tender-rosiey]

AAAH HI ROSE, I hope you're doing well sweetie!

I was wondering if I could request a scenario of what it's like waking up in the morning with Dazai? 🤍 Anyway I hope you're doing okay and that you're staying strong and beautiful as always ~

❥ Mornings with Dazai

ᴀ/ɴ: HEY LOVE! I hope you are doing well too; hope this is up to your expectations and that you like it, please stay the wonderful person you are MWUAH 💕

Gentle rustles were heard in the silent room along with the quiet but still audible chirping of the birds outside as the sun glistened.

A typical morning with your lover is full of raw emotions as you both had just woken up not able to comprehend except the love for each other and just spend time in each other’s embrace until you get the motivation to leave the comfort of the bed and Dazai’s embrace.

The first thing he sees is your face at rest, your hair messier than the nest of the birds outside and the pillow markings on your face that you had pressed mercilessly to the sheets in your sleep, and despite all of that he thinks you are undeniably a beautiful angel beside him.

With the ability to sleep beside someone, comes the representation or understanding that one is comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you; he cherished the fact you could feel such lovely sentiment towards him.

But his moment of admiration for you was cut short, today was a weekend and he wanted to spend the entire day on a date with you doing endless activities from the morning because despite Dazai being known and loving lazying around he wanted to cherish and live every second with you to its fullest.

Hence, the gentle and feather like kisses that you started feeling on your face in attempt to wake you up without getting you groggy.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You heard him coo in his morning voice, but he was still met with grogginess when your response was just groaning and turning your back to him to which he just chuckled lightly to in return.

“Come on, love; we have a long day ahead of us!”

“Osamu, it’s 8am on a Saturday, what the hell are we gonna do?”

He made you lay your head on his chest as he started stroking your hair while replying “Well, we are gonna spend quality time together like the wonderful couple that everyone is envious of.”

“But I am tired, Osa.” You whined while clinging onto the bed sheets under your lover in attempt to stay stuck to the heavenly bed and it’s warmth.

“Belladonna, you always scold me about waking up and being productive—“

He stops upon taking notice of your rather still tired features, despite the fact that this time you had slept perfectly fine and a good time as well; sighing, he lays down with you on top of him and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as you nuzzle into him.

“Perhaps we could sleep some more.”

And so he goes into a deep slumber, arms securely wrapped around you; the rays of the sun making their way through the curtain illuminating the room like a painting.

The scene is serene and quiet even the birds stopped to let you have your moment, no one remained but you and your lover and what you felt for each other.

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[thenycbratzdoll]

Updated Night Routine September 2021 🦋

Hey besties, a couple months ago i’ve made a post explaining my night routine. Since then i’ve switched it up a little and incorporated new products. I hope you guys enjoy this updated version as much y’all enjoyed the last one which had been very successful. Thank y’all for all the love. Love you🤍🦋

First we gonna start with my shower routine. Since it’s practically the fall, i’ve switched into warmer scents such as vanilla and shea butter. I conjured up a little routine when it comes to the shower that i’ve been in love with.

Besties…..I promise you this right here smells amazing. Caress body washes are only $4.39 in target. It’s super affordable and long lasting. It’s also very exfoliating and makes your skin smooth and toned. It’s perfect for the fall.

I already know that you guys know about these treehut scrubs. They been everywhere and super trendy. Unfortunately they’re always out of stock. Definitely in ulta. This Tahitian Vanilla Bean scrub work wonderssss. Aahhh i love it so much. After I rinse off the body wash, i go deeper in the exfoliating process. This is also super long lasting.

Last step of my shower routine in a feminine wash. This smells so nice and gentle to clean with your sensitive area. It helps balances your PH system and keep it healthy. Our vagina deserves the best feminine washes and care too just like the rest of the parts of our beautiful bodies. You can get this at target for $9.79, it’s worth the money ladies💕

Body 🧴

Lately i’ve been obsessing over body butters from treehut, specifically the coco colada scented one that also have a matching scrub to it that smells amazing as well. Depending on my mood, i’ll use the body butter which you can find at ulta for $7.96.

The main moisturizer I include in my routine is the Strawberry Pound Cake moisturizer you can find at Bath & Body Works. I also use the matching body mist along with it. This scent goes so well with the body butter and my shower routine. It helps create a long lasting effect.

Skin Care 🧖🏾‍♀️

My skin care is stilll the same bestiesss. But….I have added and switched out a couple products.

For my cleanser I use fenty skin total cleanser. I’ve been using this product since April 2021 and it works perfectly on my skin type(combination). I love it so much. But before the cleanser, during days I wear makeup I go in with a cleanser balm. I’m not a big fan of it, definitely the smell but it works for now. If you guys have any cleansing balm recommendations please tell me in the comments.💕 Other than that, the cleanser I use is the tonymoly’s peach cleansing sherbet which you can find at Ulta for $26.50. After that process i’ll go in with my fenty cleanser. I’ve also added a new step which is cleaning out my pores with skincare tools. I been OBSESSING over this step. My nose is one of my most problematic areas. It gets so oily fast and clogged…..not cute. At first you will be disgusted, but taking the time to clean pores is a game changer. Depending on the mood I’m in, my last step would be an overnight mask. I’m in LOVE origins “drink up intensive overnight hydrating mask” with avocado and glacier water. After I apply that i’ll go in with my laneige lip mask that i’m also obsessed with. On days that I want to continue my skin care routine without the overnight mask, i’ll use my kiehl’s avocado nourishing hydration mask instead. Then i’ll continue my skincare routine with retinol (once a week on sundays), and then my rose hyaluronic face cream.

For the rest of the night 👾

I’ll chill with a relaxing playlist. Since i’m starting my freshman year of college, i’ll most likely check if there’s any assignments that I have to go over. I’ll catch up with my friends, and then write down some affirmations. I’ve been more focused on my goals lately and making sure that i achieve every milestone. After i’m done with everything I want to catch up on for the night, i’ll relax my body with my playlist still on, use my favorite fragrance oil on my wrist and go to bed. Depending on how I feel that night, i’ll use my aromatherapy rose and lavender, pillow & body mist.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, I hope you enjoyed💕

[atsuminthe]

BB!! my heart EXPLODED from cooking with tsumu pls I luv him so much like how much I luv you ❤️ thank you sm it was so well written pls I can imagine those scenarios perfectly and THE MATCHING APRONS ugh 🤧 i can totally see him burning water...dunno how but it’s chaotic i luv it — everything ✨✨ i read it 3 times and I’ll continue to keep reading it ~ for my next request I think I’ll go with sakusa first! apple tart + picnic date (omi + picnic dates,, pls the literal dream) hugs and kithes 🍓💖

minty’s notes: omi,,,picnic date,,,i’m screaming but the s is silent <3 hugs and kithes to you as well, i hope you’ve been good!! pls the comparison had my heart doing flips dO YOU WANT ME TO DIE OF A HEART ATTACK,,,i luv u too baby 💕

Picnic date with Sakusa

song: Ne-Yo — Never knew I needed

the best picnic partner you could ever ask for tbh

he’ll help you pack everything you need and will double check everything

has a great recipe for strawberry milkshakes!

also carries medicine and an emergency first aid kit with him wherever he goes (he’s cautious)

doesn’t let you touch the basket or the blanket after you’ve packed, he’ll carry them for you until you reach the picnic spot

holds your hand the entire way too

feed him pieces of fruit, he’ll look at you with such adoration in his eyes

kisses your hands softly whenever you rest them against his cheeks (pinch them and he’ll grunt)

listens to you as you ramble on about something, his head laid comfortably in your lap. the feeling of your fingers combing through his curls makes his heart go boom boom boom boom i want you in my room—

boop his nose while he sits like that and you might get a low chuckle out of him

kiss his forehead! he’ll snort and raise himself on his elbows to press his lips against yours, whispering “you missed”. such a sweetheart, really

weave flowers in his hair—he’ll hold them there. doesn’t care if his teammates make fun of him the next day because he still has a daisy tucked in his hair above his ear

he makes the best grass rings. it’s a good replacement until he has an actual ring to gift you

[momo-de-avis]

Hi Momo! First off I'm so excited for you moving out! Your current neighborhood seems hellish cjdks i truly hope you'll have some rest for your ears wherever you go.

Secondly! I'm starting to write (for a hobby) but I've found that although dialogue flows very easily for me, descriptions not so much. Do you have any tips or resources?

Thank you 💕

THANK YOU, I CANNOT wait to get out of this house!!!!!!

Now, I know this sounds extremely cliché and, to an extent, disheartening, but I swear it's what's most effective to me.

The cure to writing better is reading more (and that includes reading shit books, I mean the absolute dregs of self-published literature, bottom shelf 0,99$ kindle stuff, you gotta learn how to NOT do things, and when you read absolutely terrible shit, it actually makes you think not only why it's bad, but how would you have done it to make it better, so I cannot advise enough for people to read bad books).

Being blunt, at the end of the day, our brains, literary-wise, are a compilation of words we picked up here and there and bundled together because they looked nice. Some tiny expressions we might have picked up on other books, some we found by combining words, some we saw somewhere or heard somewhere we don't remember but it stuck. It's why it's important to keep reading, to build up your vocabulary, not in the sense of "learning more words" but in the sense of "understanding the possible uses and value of words". I also advise everyone to install a dictionary app on their phones so they can check stuff out while they read (I have THREE in mine for THREE languages, including my own, because bilignorancy is real problem in our world).

In my humble opinion, to find that description, just the right one, you need to first find your voice, understand just how relevant description is to you and to the story you're writing. There really are (to me) no rules, and nothing set in stone, every story has its own tone, language and voice. This goes for the infamous "show don't tell" as well. I don't believe "show don't tell" is a rule so much as it is a balance between showing what must be seen and telling the things that must not distract from the showing (if that makes sense). There is such a thing as showing too much (from personal experience, my biggest mistake in the past was over-showing (??) emotions. It got to a point where, after three paragraphs, you got the feel of 'okay, yeah, I get it, they're pissed' and I had to cut back), just as there is such a thing as not telling enough. For example, the balance between these is what usually makes for great foreshadowing -- you show what must be seen, discreetly enough that it comes off as almost a passing note, but you tell zilch. The telling might come (if you wish so, it's really a matter of style) at a point of revelation.

Also, pick up books closer to your genre. This isn't just about understanding some kind of inherent style of the genre, but of understanding the audience it is aimed at. When you're starting out, it's perfectly normal to not know who your audience might be (hell, in the beginning, the audience is you, so that's a place to start -- please yourself as a reader before you please others, you really gotta be your number one fan in this). It is important to understand the genre itself, but I think that's somewhat relative, I really don't like saying there's like, one or two ways to do things, because from my experience of studying art and literature, for every rule, there's a guy who broke it masterfully. I mean, I could tell you that you should read books set in the 19th century if you're writing a story set in the 19th century, but then again you might be doing it in a way that the typical 19th century language just does not fit. I do believe you should always read the genre you want to write, disregarding your stylistic choices, but it's entirely up to you.

Although, and I'm walking around in circles a bit here so apologies, there are stylistic conventions within genres. I think erotica is the best example of this (and why I can't write erotica if it meant saving my life). Erotica is the kind of genre where certain words/expressions are not just accepted, but encouraged, but those same words/expressions would look extremely tacky in another genre (and they do look tacky, just take a look at the Bad Sex Awards).

So, when I was younger, I used to do little exercises to practice description. This was a long time ago, but if I remember correctly, one I used to do was pick up the most boring sentence I could think of and transform it into a paragraph. I'd start off with simple shit like "The coffee was black and hot" and then move onto more complex sentences like uhh "The coffee tasted bitter and burnt his tongue". At a given point, if you do these enough, you'll find yourself developing a sort of stream of consciousness, and honestly, that's what I was aiming for at the time.

What else I'd do, I'd carry a small notebook with me, sit somewhere (a café, usually), and pay attention to the people around me. Then I'd just describe, again stream of consciousness style, some particularity that caught my attention.

Understand also that there are several types of descriptions. I, myself, am not very visual overall (except with landscapes, apparently). I sincerely dislike describing how characters are dressed or what their hair looks like unless it's relevant somehow (like, the person who is looking would make note of that, or I want to make sure this is a "I am very attractive" moment, cause those sometimes just exist). I am, however, extremely sensorial, meaning that most of my descriptions don't really focus on one or two of the five senses, but... all of them at the same time and none altogether, if that makes sense. So, if I were to describe how hot the coffee was and how bitter it tasted, I'd likely pull from old memories, make analogies, use metaphors, probably personify an object which is something I do a lot (like, for funsies, the coffee bit him in the tongue instead of burning, or he picked up a 'pensive cup of coffee', meaning he's doing the thinking, but by putting the characterstic on the coffee cup, it sort of explains how he's so distracted he forgot the coffee is hot... idk I'm pulling this out of my ass right now, I hope this is making sense!)

ON THAT NOTE: learn literary devices. They are your friends. They make reading pleasant. They are the seasoning of books. They're not just the salt and pepper, they're the extra cloves of garlic recipes don't tell you to use, and the rosemary that will give it a special aroma. I really mean it, literary devices are very important, they ennoble your style and your words, and they help you tell the story exactly as it means to be told. You probably use them anyway without even noticing (most of us do), but try to jot down in your head what each of them means and how important they are, and especially how they're used, if you're having any doubts. Widen your horizons.

If you are more descriptive visually, read books (or shorts, or fics) that match that style (I find that, for example, Neil Gaiman is one, G.R.R. Martin is way too fucking descriptive, it's actually one of the reasons I quit his books, Sanderson to me is really balanced out, but he, like Sapowsky, apparently fucking love describing fights, so expect both to go off the shits with pirouettes and leaping and jumping). Same for if you prefer another type of description, more focused on the other senses or more stream-of-consciousness-like. Just find the author that clicks with you.

Do you remember that movie, I think it was called Hitch, where Will Smith taught Paul Blart how to love a woman, and the goal was to conquer, I think it was Eva Mendes? There was a scene where Will Smith takes Paul Blart (I really don't know the actor's name) out on a date to teach him how to behave, and then when he takes him home, he tells him that, when kissing after a date, as the man leans forward, he does 90% of the path, whereas the woman, when she moves forward, she does 10%.

That's exactly the type of balance you will want with descriptions, though of course the numbers may vary. But you, the writer, are the man here: you do 90% of the path. You set the scene, you give out the ambience, you describe the mood, the appearance, etc. The woman here is the reader, and the final 10% you leave it for them. You withhold that last bit so they have some room for imagination. In my honest opinion, it is extremely important to leave this 10% there, to give this wiggle room for imagination, because otherwise, the reader might feel like they're sort of trapped. If you give too much description, at a certain point, it becomes confusing.

Remember, no matter how good with words you are, no matter how much of a fantastic, awarded writer you are, when you write "The room was dimly lit by the late afternoon sun, the blinds were pulled halfway down, and the walls were yellow" NO TWO PEOPLE will imagine the exact same room. So you want to leave it at that: the general outline that provides the details necessary to set the mood and are relevant to the story/characters, but not so overly descriptive it would become impossible to imagine. It literally feels, in that situation, like the author is trying their best to control my imagination, and it's an unpleasant feeling.

Same could be said for people, but it is generally agreed that with people you have more leeway to be more descriptive than you would be clothes or spaces etc. Generally speaking, people have characteristics that require more attention, for example: 1) if they have a familiar relationship to another character, you bring that up; 2) tics and mannerisms that make them stand out; 3) the already expected: eye colour, skin colour, hair colour, but then you add hints of change to these, for example, how they flush if they're shy, how their hair is a mess if they tousled it out of nervousness, etc; 4) be aware that characters' relationships with each other will influence how they see them: for a guy who's in love with a girl, her general traits won't be enough, and her brown hairs will appear different, will stand out, or her eyes will have a spark, or there will be a tic or something they will notice, whereas if it's a child - son, daughter, niece, etc - they will see them in an endearing, comforting (not sure that's the word but hey) way.

Also, be careful with spaces and clothes. Spaces and clothes are THE TWO things people tend to be overly descriptive, and -- again, OPINION, everyone eats what they feel taste better -- it's the biggest turn off for me. Special situations (as I said above) call for special attention, of course, but remember again: the character's relation with the space will dictate how they see it. What I mean is, if it's the house they grew up in, it's off-putting to go off on a huge description full of awe (something YA authors do A LOT in fucking fantasy stories). But if it's like, a palace they are entering for the first time, and the character has never seen anything bigger than their living room, then yea, go off on the details that would stand out.

Clothes is the biggest YA crime (followed by body). Like, yeah, I get it, your special poor girl who's about to become a lady is fascinated by the clothes she's given, but a couple of descriptions are enough, if you go on for pages. and pages. and pages. of like. just telling me about the impressive velvets and massive muslin our beauty wears, I'm gonna tap out. In my opinion, it distracts from what seems obvious the author can't tackle -- the psychology of the situation. (Remember when the woman who wrote Throne of Glass told us about a girl who spent 2 years under gruelling work in the salt mines, and apparently the first thing she considers when she looks herself in the mirror is "wow, I have huge tits" come on, man. THIS is the kind of shit erotica knows how to do.)

I don't think I have anything else to add, so yeah. It's about balance and objective, whatever fits the story you're trying to tell, as well as the genre.

On that note, let me suggest you a book that's actually pretty small and, in my opinion, is the perfect example of how descriptions are balanced between different perspectives (even though it's all told through one man's eyes) and influenced by the ambience/psychology of the character: Susanna Clarke's Piranesi. Beautiful, heart-breaking book.

I hope my ramblings helped you, anon!!!

[magicinavalon]

Hellooo! 2 and 17 for the tea and book asks? 💜

Hello my dear, and thank you for the ask! 🥰❤ I hope your day is going well.

2. Who is your favourite fictional character and why? ☕️

My favourite fictional character is Arthur Pendragon. His entire role in bbc merlin and the growth he goes through is truly unmatched by any other fictional character for me. Yes, he has flaws, but so do we all. His character is so, perfectly human, and I love that about him. He's supposed to be this epic hero, and he is, but he is just as lost and scared and flawed as the rest of us. All Arthur wants is to make the people he loves (and his kingdom) proud, but the way he was brought up doesn't allow for that right away. He makes numerous mistakes, and sometimes he learns from them, but sometimes he doesn't; I think this adds a lot to his story.

There are so many layers to his character at any given point in the show. At the peak of his growth, he finally becomes the leader he was meant to be and it is beautiful to watch, but he is still human. Still flawed. Still a little lost, and he never really loses that, he just learns to live with it. He has this giant heart hidden under his prattliness despite his upbringing and numerous betrayals. Then he's ripped away in this tragic ending that we know is coming for the entire length of the show, but it hits so hard anyway for all of these reasons and more. I just love him so much. His story. His character. All of it. (Oops sorry for the essay 😅 💕)

17. Who is your favourite author? 📚

Madeline Miller. Her descriptive language makes me feel like I'm reading poetry within a story. I read Circe before Tsoa and the way she describes nature and people and everything from a Goddess's perspective in Circe is breathtaking. I can only hope to write half as well as she does someday. Also Tsoa is epic on top of that!

Thanks again for the ask @queerofthedagger!! 💜💜💜

[jade-green-butterfly]

💘💖~Happy Valentine’s Day 2021!~💘💖

It's that special time once again, to show your heart and spread the love to all you care for~💕💝💕 =^.^= And this year, I would truly love to take this great opportunity to dedicate my annual Valentine piece to the true highlight of my 2020 and my beloved sweet jellybean, Cooper~💗 😍 💘 U//w//U ✨🌈 This precious darling really helped me through 2020, no matter what happened and I am ever so happy I gave my heart to him~💝🌟🌈 This was one of the TBGO/TrollsTopia sketches that had been sitting in my SAI for quite a while, and I am so glad I also took the opportunity to transform them into something romantically special for Valentine's Day, this year! 💘✨💖 So here is my dearest OTP, Coossy (Cooper x Me, Jussy) in two tender moments together - one where Cooper is totally daydreaming about me, his heart beating for all its worth~💓 (And I don't blame him, teehee~ ;D) Whilst the other, is Coopy lovingly carrying a sleeping me with care as I rest comfortably upon his back, d'aaaww~! >//W//< 😍 💖 Whilst working on these adorable moments, I could feel myself melting and beaming from the inside~✨ n//.//n 💗 And to make this Coossy Valentine extra special, I also added lyrics from the love songs that suited me and Cooper perfectly, including - Debbie Gibson's 'Lost In Your Eyes', Jackson5's 'I'll Be There', Bill Medley & Jenifer Warnes' '(I've Had) The Time Of My Life', Tiffany's 'You And Me', Leona Lewis' 'I See You' and even, Steven Universe: The Movie's 'No Matter What'~💕 🎶 'Sigh...~' 💕 U//v//U I am ever so pleased of how this truly precious piece turned out, just the way I wished it would be and I really enjoyed working on it too~💖 Happy Valentine's Day, my darling Cooper... you are my world, entirely and I love you so much with all my heart, forevermore~💝💗 😍 💘💖✨🌈 And a very Happy Valentine’s Day 2021 to you too, everyone~! 💓 💘 💓 (cuddles) 

Hope you all like as well, and have a lovely day! =^o^= Love you all so~💕 xxx. *Reblogs are much appreciated~!*

Cooper (c) Trolls/The Beat Goes On/TrollsTopia/DreamWorks Animation  Trollsona Jussy (c) @jade-green-butterfly​​ (Me~!) 'Lost In Your Eyes' sung by Debbie Gibson (1989) 'I'll Be There' sung by Jackson5 (1970) '(I've Had) The Time Of My Life' sung by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes (1987) 'You And Me' sung by Tiffany (1990) 'Happy Together' sung by The Turtles (1967) 'No Matter What' sung by Zach Callison & Michaela Dietz (2019) 'I See You' sung by Leona Lewis (2009)

[animeheadspace]

Hi! Can I ask for Tokyo Revengers matchup please 🥺

I go by she/they. I'm 22, 5'2", INFJ-INFP (it goes in between), enneagram type 4, ♏.

I have short black hair, hourglass figure w/ little chubby tummy and legs that make me sometimes insecure 💦

I might seem intimidating at first due to my preference in all-black clothes (including a mask, I luv wearing them so I don't feel bad about my face, it's not that pretty btw) But the more they get to know me, the more they know that I can be laid back, considerate, straightforwardly kind, reliable,  hard-working, and I can be sarcastic and sassy... a little. I'm more serious when I'm in work tho. But mostly I might to act intimidating because I'm shy and nervous!

I have bad habits that I sometimes lazy and tend to keep my emotions to myself. I'd prefer crying alone to calm myself down.

My love languages are physical touch, gifts, and acts of service. My preference of dates are cafe (coffee dates), shopping, movie (can be either way between theatre or netflix), beaches, library, museum, just not crowded place in general (except book fair)

I love cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters and non-venomous snakes. I'm scared of spiders and scary insects (bees, etc.)

I prefer a partner who is mature, kind, serious but a wild person would be nice i guess? 😅 But mainly prefer a person who make me feel protected and secure. (And I kinda have a trauma of a man yelling at me, espacially when they're furious for no reason)

Thank you for reading this and I hope you are having a good day! Remember to have a rest and take you time! 💘💗💟💕💞💓❤❣💝💖💌

hi love thanks for participating!!

i think that shinichiro sano would be the perfect fit for you omg. we don't see too much of him in the anime or the manga, but from what we know, i think that your personality and his personality would be a perfect match! shinichiro and you definitely met at the movie theater - it was packed, and you were forced to be positioned right next him due to the lack of space. yeah, it made you feel a little uncomfortable, but shinichiro was mesmerized by your beauty as soon as he saw you, palms nervously sweating as he tried to flirt with you. he was beyond shocked when you agreed to give him your number, since he was so used to women rejecting him. and you were surprised too - all you got from him was good vibes. and it worked out perfectly in the end!

shinichiro is definitely calm and protective - you don't ever have to worry about feeling afraid around him. of course, all relationships have their own fights, but with shinichiro, he drinks respect-women juice all the time and is generally a tranquil person - he never disrespects you or raises your voice at you, ever. he would much rather see your adorable smile for the rest of his life, so he tries everything he possible can to make sure you are comfortable! whether it means just travelling with you to the library or your favorite museum, you can always count on him being there to support you. ya'll definitely have your fair share of pets, but i think that shinichiro is absolutely shocked at how you aren't afraid of snakes!! he may be head of the black dragons but he will not go near 1 foot of your snake unless it is absolutely required of him to. he does kill all the bugs you're scared of though, so that's a plus. he will never let you feel insecure about your body as well! expect regular body massages, kisses like everywhere, and gentle caresses as a whole because i definitely think that his love language is physical touch. he loves you because he knows that you too will always support him in whatever he does - you're just that kind of person, despite your slightly intimidating surface, and he really, really appreciates that trust. he introduces you to baby mikey and emma too, and they LOVE YOU! expect playdates with them all the time too awww. you both would be like made for each other :)

i hope you enjoyed this!! and thank you so much, i hope you have an amazing day as well babe, please take lots of rest too!! <33333

[jschllatt]

hii :D how are you?

i was outside the whole afternoon with some friends and bought some skincare on my way home because my skin really needs it (and it shows 🤡) it was kinda expensive so my skin better be flawless after this or i'll riot 😤😤

after the power outage, it's now the wifi that is against you :(( we, as your followers, will have to show we're worthy of this blurb,,, but how? 😔

the twelve labour's of heracles nat's followers

a little flower for you :]

hi my love!! i'm doing well :) aside from my technical difficulties earlier, i actually had a really great, productive day! after waking up at 12 (and wasting half the day) i cleaned the house, worked out, showered, and went to the library and got a few books!! i'm really excited to read them, it's been a while since i've sat down and read a good book :)

i should've spent the day outside too, honestly. it was 80 degrees where i live though, so that's a bit too hot for my liking unless i'm at the beach 😅 but spending time outside with friends sounds like a blast! and oooh skincare is always so exciting, but very expensive, you're right. and oh hush, i bet your skin is perfectly fine.

i feel as though the universe is against me posting this blurb, but i did anyways 😤 hopefully nothing goes wrong from now on. there is no need for labor, but i will take that flower though ;) 💖

you're the best, wen!! i hope you have a great rest of your day! thank you for always being so supportive and kind 💕💕

[yutahoes]

Hi Nina, this Emerging Writer, I am so sorry for being quiet for so long. My life became so busy. Everything on Tumblr had to be put on pause for a while. Well…I have been reading your fics when I can find time to come on here! Your stories are so good, and I love the journey Yuta goes through in different stories! I will tell you my favorites when I have more time to write more!

Thank you so much for sharing how you got into writing! Your first story about the girl who is afraid of cucumber sounds so funny! I understand not wanting to share it! I am still scared to share my stories to a lot of people. I only imagine you as a prolific Suju writer! I hope your classmates appreciated your works!

We are lucky to have you write so many great and creative Yuta fics! I love the variety you provide! I hope the rest of March wasn't as busy for you and that April has been good to you! I hope you have been writing a lot!

Hi Emergent Writer. I'm sorry if this is too late, I don't know what to say. 🤭 Don't worry about spending little time in Tumblr, we all have different lives to live away from the app. It's perfectly understandable.

Thank you for still taking time to read my works. It makes me feel hopeful that someone is still reading my fics. 😁 I really don't know what to say but your message made me hold on to this little hope I have in writing. Thank you so much. 💕

I can't say that I have been writing a lot since the month is just so busy and I think I lose all my motivation in writing. I wish I can get back to writing enthusiastically like I used to.

Have a nice day, Emergent Writer 😁