#blog notifs are next to useless

[yousaytomato]

once again asking tumblr for the ability to turn on blog notifications - but for original posts, or reblogs with added content, only

[jenscx]

[02] tumblr girls — hopeless

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

you toss and turn on your bed, messing up your duvet cover with your indecisiveness. danielle had said she would text you, but should you text her first since she hasn’t? or was it a little weird? would danielle find you desperate or weird? you let out a pathetic groan, throwing your phone away onto the other corner of your bed.

minji and hanni had offered no help and were entirely useless when you told them of your dilemma. after all, keeping your crush a secret from them was increasingly harder each day. might as well just tell them and maybe you would get some help. you were wrong.

“you’re asking us? we’ve spoken to like, 5 people our whole life, including each other,” hanni had said. minji, naturally, nods her head, agreeing.

your phone suddenly dings. eyes widened. hands instantly reach for the phone, fingers hastily scrolling to find danielle’s contact.

no new messages. you flop back onto your bed, feeling pitiful at your own self. if anyone saw you like this, desperate for a girl’s message, what would they say? your friends would definitely make fun of you.

staring at the ceiling, your eyes wander around your bedroom walls, filled with photographs of memories in school with your family and friends. the photograph pinned in the centre of it all, a class photo from last year. you had cut the photo out from the yearbook. you were near the side, smiling with arms tossed over minji and hanni’s shoulders. yet, right in the middle, danielle’s grin is even wider and is it strange if the sight of her immediately brings a smile onto your face?

your phone dings again, then it starts to spasm with notifications. you don’t even bother checking it, knowing it was probably hanni blowing up your phone about how minji was playing with her feelings again. god, maybe you should focus your energy on helping your best friends get together instead of being a sad, pitiful girl yearning for someone out of her league.

hanni, apparently, doesn’t get the hint that you’re ignoring her messages on purpose, and decides to call you. you let the phone ring for a bit before reluctantly picking up.

“y/n, i swear, can you please knock some sense into minji? i don’t care how you do it, like you could even punch her or slap her—”

“shut the hell up,” you groan, “she’s your best friend, you do something.”

“she’s yours too!” hanni retorts.

“okay but i’m not hopelessly in love with her!”

hanni scoffs. annoyance starts to seep in.

“what do you want, pham? what did minji do this time?” you ask. hanni wails loudly, “when you left to go find the love of your life, you know jake from chemistry? yeah, he came up to me and started asking for the homework. obviously, i told him and then minji started being all sulky!”

“sounds like she was jealous.”

“that’s what i’m saying! but maybe it’s the demons in my head and you’re just deluding me. anyway, i just let her sulk until when i get home, she texts me and asks if i’m dating jake? like girl, do i need to bash your head with a rock?” you wince at the increasingly loud tone of hanni. she seemed incredibly agitated.

you bring your phone’s speaker further away from your ear. “i wouldn’t go that far, but what did you say to her?”

“told her that i am not dating jake, we’re just friends because we’re lab partners. and then she was like, asking me if i was dating someone, i would tell her, right? but she’ll do all that, get jealous and shit, and then not look me in the eye the next day?” hanni whines. you feel a semblance of pity for your best friend. maybe minji was just struggling with coming to terms with her feelings.

“god, she’s so annoying. i hate her so much! she thinks she can tell me to trust her when i would literally murder someone for her.”

your best friends were stupid. maybe that’s why you were so drawn to becoming friends with them.

“hanni, you would murder someone for fun,” you frown.

“if you can’t tell, i’m rolling my eyes right now. and yes, i won’t deny that but—” a notification pops up.

danielle [9.47pm]:

hi yn! :))

“hanni, i’m hanging up now.”

“wait, what—”

you instantly press the hang up button, fingers rapidly scrolling to danielle’s chat. meanwhile, hanni blows up your phone, demanding you to answer. hesitating for a moment, you don’t click into her message. you didn’t want to seem too desperate or like you were waiting for her to text you (you were, obviously).

danielle [9.48pm]:

sry 4 the late text :(

just wanted to check

are u free tmrw?

for the project !!

before you could even stop yourself, your fingers start to type a response.

jeon yn [9.48pm]:

i’m free!

what time?

danielle [9.49pm]:

9 in the morning?

i heard our brains work

btr early in the morning :D

meet @ the library near sch!

you internally groan, hoping to sleep in during the weekend but anything for danielle, right?

jeon yn [9.50pm]:

yeah sure!!

see u then

danielle [9.51pm]:

goodnight!!

see u xx

see you. with kisses. your phone nearly drops onto your face. does danielle say that to anyone? or just you?

xx means kisses right? you weren’t going crazy? maybe you were. terribly deluded and indulged in danielle’s kindness, mistaking it for affection. god, you were a mess. why couldn’t you be some suave casanova who could actually talk to your crush without stuttering? seriously, was it just a danielle thing? you could easily converse with others on the daily (not that you did), but still!

the more you think about your situation, the more pitiful you feel. it’s only because of the project that danielle is even talking to you. maybe you should take the chance to show her your charming aspects, and not freeze up every time you see her. yes. that is exactly what you’ll do!

confident and determined, you start to search the common attractive features of someone’s personality. surely a girl like danielle would want an independent yet caring partner. she would need someone to take care of and take care of her. someone that she could rely on but still be emotionally open to talk. your determination starts to disappear when most attributes consist of masculine, strong and manly. right. she would want a man.

you go to sleep with a heavy heart, not bothering to close the tab. maybe it could be a constant reminder that the girl of your dreams is straight.

was this all hopeless?

your dreams, or nightmares, had been haunted by a blurry figure of a man standing next to danielle at the altar. a stretch for sure, since you were both still in high school, but just seeing the truth laid out in front of you was heartbreaking. clearly the contents of last night stirred you greatly. no way danielle was into girls, and if she was, she wouldn’t be into you. she’s a cheerleader, for god's sake, why would she entertain someone like you?

groaning, you quickly get out of bed. of course danielle was a morning person. she was sunshine itself. maybe that’s why she has so much energy and her skin is so luminous… you slap yourself gently, if you wanted to stop this deluded narrative of danielle liking you back, you had to prevent yourself from worshipping danielle like a deity.

taking one glance at your closet, you groan. why was it that on the day you were meeting danielle, all your clothes seemed horrendous? whatever, not like you had to impress her anyway. you throw on a white cropped button up with jeans. at least it was comfortable and breathable. not like you were gonna breathe anyway since you’ll be staring at danielle—

you curse your mind.

staring at the time, you finally decide to head out. even if you arrived early, you wouldn’t mind waiting. it was better to be early than late, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression. and it was common decency! not like you wanted to portray yourself in a better light or anything…

ugh. you were pathetic. letting yourself be distracted by anything other than danielle, you start to make your way to the library. you hated it there; the librarian, mrs kwon, was not very fond of you after you had caused a domino effect with a bunch of books stacked up. honestly, it really wasn’t your fault. hanni and minji were just so annoying that you became fed up with them. a small cat fight had broken out, if you could really call it that, but hanni had shoved you into the towers of books. needless to say, you spent the rest of the afternoon helping mrs kwon.

you were kind of glad that living so closely to school meant you only had to ride a ten minute bus ride to the library. it was rather convenient. not convenient when your best friends came to your house unprompted and disturbed your peace and tranquillity.

maybe since you were already on the way, you could slip in some alone time and admire the seasonal changes. spring was beautiful. more butterflies and insects flying about. more flowers blooming. could anything be more perfect than spring? (danielle).

you put on your earphones, sighing comfortably as you watched the everchanging view. mere minutes later, you had arrived already. with fifteen minutes to spare, you quickly found a place to sit in the library. since exams haven’t begun yet, there was not a student in sight, only some little kids attending a book reading contest. you smile at the cute children who struggled to pronounce hard words.

a tug of your earbuds pull you out of your reverie. at first, you think that mrs kwon was going to scold you for coming back after the mess you had caused, but the small giggle let out made you realise it was danielle.

“what are you listening to?”

watching danielle with wide eyes, you struggle to formulate a response as she puts your left earbud in her own ear. her lips twitch with delight at the melody that fills her ears.

“clairo? i like her too,” danielle whispers. you swallow your saliva, “you do?”

“yeah,” danielle sends an award-winning smile, “i like sofia the most. do you like sofia?”

if you weren’t so caught up in your own delusions that danielle was the straightest girl alive, you might have eaten up the piece of meat she had left, deeming that girls that liked clario were devastatingly gay.

“uh, yeah.”

“i’ve never met someone else who likes clairo,” danielle confesses, “most of my friends are into rap.”

“rap’s cool too i guess… uh, what do you normally listen to?” you build up the courage to ask. danielle’s face lights up drastically.

“ariana grande, the beach boys, oh! bruno mars too.”

you raise an eyebrow, “a pop lover?”

“yeah! pop just makes me feel happy,” your heart clenches at the sight of her smile. was god drunk when he made danielle? this wasn’t good for your heart.

danielle continues rambling about music, which is the cutest thing ever, not that you would say that out loud. you just wear a smile on your face, genuinely happy to listen to her voice. it was so soothing and relaxing. if danielle told you to jump off a bridge, you would do it instantly.

“oh— sorry, did i say too much?” she asks nervously. you’re immediate to reassure her, “no, of course not. i was just mesmerised.”

danielle stares at you, confused.

“by what?”

“huh?”

“mesmerised by what?” she repeats. your mouth turns dry. mesmerised by the way her curly hair falls against her face. mesmerised by the way her eyes light up with happiness and glee. mesmerised by the way she actually sparkles under the sun.

“you have good music taste,” you say instead. danielle’s smile doesn’t falter.

“really?! i think you have better taste than i do though,” you don’t disagree. liking danielle is the pinnacle of good taste.

she turns to you, beaming, “could you recommend some songs to me?”

caught off guard, you hesitate to reject her. “uh, sure. i can make a playlist.”

“thanks! just send me the link and i’ll listen to it immediately!”

you nod, tempted to run out of the library to hide from the intensity of her stare. danielle, unknowing of your inner dilemma, only pulls out her laptop and stacks of notes.

“so! we have a project to do about human attraction!”

may god bless your soul.

jeon y/n [5.17pm]:

did u get home safe?

danielle [5.18pm]:

yupp!

thanks for buying me coffee too!

i’ll repay u next time :)

jeon y/n [5.18pm]:

next time?

danielle [5.18pm]:

next time we meet up!

we still have more to do

jeon y/n [5.19pm]:

ah… right

by the way

i added u on the playlist

danielle [5.20pm]:

oh my gosh

WAIT i have to listen now

you wait patiently for danielle’s reaction. the playlist was handcrafted with your own music taste and danielle’s revealed preference. coincidentally, there were a lot of love songs, not that you intended there to be. it seemed rather intimate to share your love of music to someone else, but danielle was the kind who would appreciate it.

it had almost been more than an hour until danielle finally texted back.

danielle [6.42pm]:

i love it omg

superior music taste.

jeon y/n [6.43pm]:

haha really?

i just put in songs i thought u would like

danielle [6.43pm]:

spot on.

amazing.

please add more :D

jeon y/n [6.43pm]:

of course!

rest well

danielle [6.44pm]:

u too!!! <3

you too. with a heart. like a lovesick fool, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, unwilling to be rid of.

masterlist | next

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

genuine question: how can we use this website to be less annoying to others?

Glad to give my thoughts. Like I said, I’m very petty and most of this stuff probably isn’t as big a deal to most people. Anyway I’m bad at being brief so I added a readmore. Here are my personal rules:

1: Don’t add anything to the body of a post unless you have something that you really feel will add some degree of value, meaning, humor, context, or at least something to people further down the reblog chain.

This is the most important rule. Adding something to a post makes it longer, it makes it so everyone who reblogs it in the chain after you has to see it. If you have nothing to add but “wow” or “holy shit” you are lengthening the post for no reason. Those reactions can easily go in the tags.

This is also the reason I think gimmick blogs are so annoying. It’s one thing for a “heritage post” blog to reblog things related to its respective gimmick. Simply reblogging them puts that thing on their blog, so anyone looking at it or following them because they want to see “heritage posts” will see it. But they go a step further and add “X heritage post” for no real reason other than to brand the post as theirs.

When I see a post that I like that has useless additions that take up space while adding nothing I get mildly annoyed and go to the reblog of the person who reblogged it before they did just to trim the useless comments off. But if that person deactivated then I can’t trim the comment. Tumblr lets you trim to the original post without any of the additions regardless of if op is deactivated or not with the little X on the reblog menu, but only to the original post. It’s better than nothing though

This whole point is, to me, a bit of tumblr etiquette that makes it so you don’t have to see unrelated comments from someone you don’t follow just because they thought to add a pointless comment way up the chain. This definitely is petty, but if you remember how the old tumblr formatting worked, this was extremely important because each addition took up even more screen space with the line to the next persons url and squished the original post into smaller and smaller spaces. So that’s probably why I feel so strongly about it even though it doesn’t matter as much anymore.

2: The tags are mostly your free space to say what you want, BUT try and respect that OP will likely see them.

A LOT of communication done on this website is done through talking in the tags. That’s not what they were originally meant for but that doesn’t matter anymore. People will likely be looking in their notes to see tags by their mutuals.

The original poster can and will see every tag on a post, unless they delete the post or mute notifications. Mute notifications seems like it doesn’t work, but that’s because it only mutes future notifications on the post, the tags in your notes before muting will still be there regardless

This is to say that in most situations, if the op is someone like me who uses their notes to communicate with their mutuals and others in their communities, your irrelevant tags might also be there and annoy them. So use courtesy when tagging. Thankfully tumblr cuts off tags after a certain point on the notes page but still keep it in mind. I go overboard writing mini essays in the tags all the time, and while I do think that is a little annoying I do it anyway so I can’t blame people.

3: Keep blorbo tagging to a minimum if you can help it.

This is probably my most controversial stance, but blorbo tagging can be really annoying in certain circumstances.

The biggest offender to me are tagging make characters on posts about women. I don’t care that you think he’s your babygirl or whatever, I find this extremely annoying. I get it, sometimes a post fits your character really closely but the gender is wrong, but usually it doesn’t and they’re just doing this on any post even slightly related to a single aspect of a male character they care about. Often because most tumblr fandom people couldn’t be bothered to care about female characters if that was the only way to escape a saw trap alive.

There are other blorbo tag type things that annoy me, and again I’m a petty bitch, so take it with a grain of salt. But to me this one is a little personal (for lack of a better word). One of my first big posts on this blog was about wizard girls leaning in to kiss and having the brims of their hats get in the way. I didn’t mind the blorbo tagging about men that much, but they got less and less related to the post that it was annoying. The last straw before I deleted the post (back when I didn’t realize mute notifications actually worked. It might not have at the time) was a tag about their male blorbos leaning in to kiss and their belt buckles got in the way???

Idk I just find blorbo tagging in general mildly annoying and only do it when the post is an extremely perfect fit for on the characters I care about. I often block people for blorbo tagging about characters from things I dislike, I’m petty and the block button is fun for me to press, so I do that often. :)

4: NOT EVERY POST IS ABOUT YOU!!!

If you see a post that isn’t about you or your demographics or gender or whatever, you really don’t need to make it about you. That will very likely annoy op, especially because no one would have anything against you if you went and wrote your own post inspired by whatever the post in question said.

Not every post about lesbians needs to be made about gay men. Not every post about trans women needs to be made about trans men. Not every post about women needs to be made about men. And probably most important:

Not every post needs to be made about white people!

I know you might be thinking how writing something in the tags about your experience as a white person relating to what op is talking about, but I promise you they don’t want to hear it from us. They almost certainly are seeing tags from other white people because for some reason we can’t seem to see someone posting about issues of racism without having either the “I’m sorry for being white” or “white devils advocate” voices appear in our heads, just ignore it. Bite your tongue and reblog or move on for the love of god stop pestering the op.

Obviously the lesbian, trans women, and women ones are the ones I see in my notes that are annoying. But I can’t pretend I haven’t seen other white people say some really unnecessary shit in the tags / haven’t seen posts by nonwhite people who are clearly annoyed about how we always make everything about us.

Remember, you can always write your own post!

5: OP didn’t “turn off replies”

This feels like something that wouldn’t happen that often, but multiple times when I’ve made even mildly controversial takes about like video games or whatever, people will either add in a reblog or send me an ask complaining that I “turned off replies because I was afraid of hearing them disagree” usually followed by them calling me a coward. It’s very simple, I have reply settings so that people I follow and people who have followed me for at least like a week can reply, that’s it. I don’t have replies from everyone on because most people outside of those categories I don’t care about their opinions and they are annoying. If you can’t reply, that’s probably why. And if they actually did turn off replies, that’s because they don’t want replies, especially from people like the ones I just described.

6: I actually don’t have a problem with spam reblogging

This might seem backwards given my other stances on things taking up unnecessary space like useless comments, but I really don’t mind spam reblogs. I frequently do it when I see art I really like or when there’s a post that really resonates with me. Yes, it is annoying! No, I probably won’t stop. I do it so I can’t judge other people who do too. I am trying to keep it to like 5 times at most though, any more is just overkill.

7: OP is a stranger, not your friend

This one applies basically everywhere on the internet, but unless the person who made the post is someone who is like a mutual or someone that’s you’ve interacted with a lot before, they’re probably a stranger. Don’t try to be “playfully rude” or overly familiar. It’s annoying and weird and you will get blocked.

8: If you’re sending an anonymous ask, remember that OP is not going to take you in good faith most of the time

A lot of anon asks aren’t meant to be malicious, but a lot of others are. Bait, hate mail, insults, you name it, there’s a very good reason people like me assume every anon is sent in bad faith for some purpose. If you are going to send an anon ask, try to make it clear that you genuinely just want to ask a question and that you aren’t trying to trick op into saying something you can use to write a callout post against her or whatever.

You did that in this very ask thing and that’s why I’m writing out this long post instead of deleting it or letting it rot in the inbox.

9: Prev Tags etiquette / “Peer Reviewed” Tags

The usage of “prev tags” is controversial, a lot of people have different opinions on it. But with all the changes they made last year that made it harder to see the tags of the person before the person who’s reblog you are viewing, I think prev tags etiquette has changed.

My personal rules for prev tags are to copy the tags into my own tags, and then follow them up with a tag that says “<- prev tags”. Unfortunately tumblr tags convert dashes into spaces for some reason so it ends up looking like “< prev tags”. I’m stubborn and don’t want to like use an emoji arrow though. Anyway, tumblr mobile conveniently allows you to copy the tags of the person you are reblogging from surprisingly easily which I appreciate.

Unlike previous tags, which stay in the tags and don’t turn into an addition to the post, “peer reviewed” tags as they are sometimes called do get added to the post permanently for the remaining blog chain.

The unfortunate truth about this website is that some people have bad opinions on what qualifies as being meaningful enough to be cemented as an addition to the post via “peer review”. As such, the phrase “how could you leave this in the tags 🤣” has essentially become another “you sir have won the internet 🤣”

The shitty part about that is sometimes there are good and meaningful additions in the tags that are worth being added to the post as a whole. But you can add someone’s tags to a post without saying “how could you leave this in the tags”. Anyway this one is more subjective and hard to define so I hope I got my point across at least somewhat.

Anyway, there are probably a few other rules I personally follow that I’m not thinking about right now, but just follow general internet etiquette and try to keep in mind that op is a person who will likely read whatever you type, that covers most things tbh! Thanks for reading if you somehow read this far. Hope this helped! If it didn’t, oh well, I did try and warn you I’m petty and have strong opinions about things that usually don’t matter afterall

[ansible-but-not-official]

I've been amassing a horde of PCs made from dumptser dive parts and have a bookshelf of hdd's. Unfortantely coordinating storage and maintaing a bunch of machines is getting out of hand. I thinking about breaking my rule and paying for hardware and getting a used server, backplane and rack but i've got no idea what the hell to look for or what a reasonable price is. Anytips on buying a used server? My goal for this machine is that it can hold or easily support a backplane with 24+ 3.5" hdds and having a gpu or igpu that can stream 4k SDR video while running a slimmed DE

hi!! first off, labgopher is a great resource for skimming ebay (though not fully comprehensive). you may have better luck setting saved searches w/notifs on ebay, if you have time to kill waiting for a good deal. oh, and uh, avoid buying gear where the pictures look like a trash heap...i once got a server wrapped in grocery bags and sticky with purple juice, crammed diagonally into an undersized box for a circular saw.

second. do not buy HP/HPE gear. (reminder, this take is not endorsed by redhat.) their shit is so outdated and crippled...the hours i sunk into finding out that a performance server (DL380p) from ~2012 had no support for UEFI boot, then setting up Duet just to get something bootable... yeah. many such cases. (after another issue someone said "oh maybe you got one with the half-broken iommu" and refused to elaborate.) pay the dell tax, or check out supermicro or whoever else, but not HP. there's a reason it's cheaper than everything else on the market, and it's that no one wants it.

so regarding the design requirements: a typical 2U LFF cage holds 12 drives. there are some machines (e.g. Dell R720xd2) that have _two_ rows of drives, which would give you the 24x capacity you're looking for, though these are gonna be pricier because of their density. the other approach would be to tack 1-2 jbod chassis onto a server. i've seen a 12xLFF 1U chassis on ebay before, with like 3 rows of drives, which was pretty neat. a chassis with all of its drives up front will take up more vertical space and probably not be much shallower than a regular server anyways.

so my ideal approach would be this:

2U server such as an R720, with plenty of room in the back for PCIe cards ($200 | $350 | $600)

a JBOD* or two, enough to meet your disk needs (remember you can also use any storage in the front of the server) ($150 | $350 | $500 each)

whatever PCIe storage controller cards and cables you need to connect the jbod to the server ($15 | $40 | $60)

a GPU that fits in your PCIe space ($??? idfk*)

*re JBOD and controllers and cables: i have not actually successfully set up a jbod of my own, or even a controller card. the only reason i got my NAS off the ground was because some madlad published a way to crossflash the H710 card that came with my servers. for this reason i am nervous to recommend too far outside what i've actually tried and accomplished

*re disks: try to get gear that comes with drive caddies, or at least uses very common caddies like dell/supermicro/netapp. i have a hitahci jbod that i found cheap on ebay...but have no idea what caddies it needs so it's kinda useless lol

*re gpu: i know next to nothing about gpus

thanks for the ask!! i think, you have inspired me to spin off another blog, since i actually do have hardware experience, as opposed to...ansible...yeah. i'll follow up when i have a new blog set up :)

[eraserisms]

This meme was sent in from here from @int65

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

Shota let out a soft grunt, not wanting to be bothered over such useless questions. With it being the end of the term and summer around the corner, he had exam results to go over after all. "Ngh, I mean, D.A. is okay I guess. I don't know if the term 'get along' would be quite a way to describe it. He's a bit loud and excitable at times, but then again, it seems to be a common theme that all people in my life are noisy. He can get goofy sometimes or go on stupid rants about whatever he's interested in at the moment, but I don't think that he's a bad person." "I actually think in a way, we have a couple things in common. For one, he's caffeine dependent and is a cat person and he has no margin for bullshit. He always is looking out for other people even when he likes to pretend or convince himself that he doesn't give a fuck. We both work with kids, so there is that too." Shota gave a small hunch of his shoulders. "So, I think at the very least, we have a mutual understanding of each other."

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

Aizawa threw back his head letting out a bark of a laugh. The question alone was comedic gold. "He hardly can survive in the one that he's living in right now, and I don't even mean that woefully. One villain stopping traffic would be enough to throw him into a tantrum. He'd probably end up being just as much of a fanboy as Izuku is and that's saying something. Then again, if heroes were his reality, on the flipside he might actually have 0 interest in it and view it as something stupid and 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians'-esque" Shota gave a small toss of his head from side to side as he considered his next words. "He'd never be a hero and his quirk would be far from heroic, unless you consider healthcare hero work and I suppose it is in a way. He wouldn't view it that way though. More likely, he'd have some sort of cooking orientated quirk and I suppose he'd be able to get by with that. It probably would be something along the lines of having the ability to make perfect measurements every time. He has a talent with the gas pump too in that regard and almost always gets the cost to match an even number. If you can call that a talent that is."

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog? 

Shota raised his brow with question. "As in like...maintenance things or like in general? As far as maintenance goes, he is actually pretty bad at those kind of things. He likes doing HTML stuff and all that but you're never going to get an elaborate page or graphic out of him. He actually has made an attempt with this blog to not strive for aesthetics and feels that it takes away and distracts him from what he really wants to do; which is roleplay. He also figures that if people want to write with him, he hopes it's for his actual writing. And not whether or not he can make his page look pretty." Shota let out a soft hum of thought. "And I suppose that's rational." "As far as how much time he spends looking at this blog, the answer is way too much. He usually isn't someone to obsessively check his notifications on his phone but since he's excited to be back into roleplay, he has been doing just that. He isn't constantly refreshing his page or anything but, the moment he gets a notification, he tries to check it at the very least."

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

"Other muses besides me?" he repeated, his teeth bared in it's usual disturbing way, amused. "As of right now, yes and no. D.A has had a lot of different muses in the past from all over the place. He actually came back to this hellsite with the intention of playing Alastor Moody again, but has decided to remove Al from the fandom that he is in and make him an OC. He really needs to get on that but I've been serving as a distraction." "D.A. has played all sorts of characters but always ends up writing anti-heroes and certainly has a type. Al & I have a lot in common; we're both teachers, amputees and missing an eye. I also would say even as far as personality we're quite the same. Gruff on the outside but caring on the in. We even both have two siblings I can't speak about myself but, Alastor is undoubtedly a true hero and a good man over all. He surly has a 'Plus Ultra' personality." "He has debated picking up a few more BNHA characters, but wants to make sure that he is able to run my blog first before he gets Al up and running. Then he'll think about other characters. He has also considered possibly putting Al on a multi-account but is unsure of what other muses he wants to play anyway."

[oetscop]

my favorite ios tumblr features ^_^

i have to hit the little teeny tiny X next to my url (takes no less than 3 tries) in order to do literally anything on the app (ie looking at notifs, making post)

can no longer tap profile button to immediately scroll to the top of my blog (the scrolling is like free exercise for your thumbs)

they didnt get rid of the thing where if youre on a blog and reblogging things from them, if you open the thing to add tags or queue posts, the second you close out you get sent to some random post at the top of their blog. i love that this is the only thing i even updated the app for and not only is it not fixed, the app is unusable ❤️

putting the profile at a weird spot on the top of the app! and replacing it with the store that we all look at just as much as we do our own blogs!!

constantly having $3 dashboard crabs jammed down my throat when trying to look at my own blog!!

still being followed by no less than 10 phishing bots a day, having legitimate security concerns because of an incredibly outdated captcha system that has been used on this site unchanged since 2015, allowing some genuinely abhorrent blaze posts. and instead of fixing any of that, they add useless paid features that arent even funny like the checkmarks were (ie the stupid crabs. theres a horse now???? immediately marketing the vanilla extract meme) and then updating the layouts of the mobile apps in ways nobody asked for, and VOCALLY hate!

@staff @staff @staff fix your priorities im literally begging you rn

[isacucho1234]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Oh hey Nena! You want to know three random things about myself eh? Is there an ulterior motive? Are you going to impersonate me on your next anon mischief??? 👀

Okay, I’m going to trust you this time. Three random facts about me:

1. I love technology a lot. So much in fact that I’m the official technician of my family. I think that may be one of the reasons my brother is useless with tech. I am the oldest of my family, so I had to learn by myself, but when he tried to he just asked for my help because it was easier and he never learned I think. He needs my help for the simplest things, like connecting to a WiFi network 🫠

2. I started reading fanfiction for the first time about a year and 2 months ago, and it wasn’t even HP. The first fic I’ve ever read in fact was a Mario bros fanfic and it wasn’t even that good 🤦‍♂️. Luckily I then discovered the HP fandom a few days later and I haven’t looked back to my first few days of fanfic reading.

3. I may or may not be a bit socially awkward IRL. I don’t want to be, but when I go out it is very difficult for me to start a conversation with strangers even if I wanted to unless they start the conversation first, and if I’m talking to someone very often I don’t know how to reply or how to continue a conversation. Maybe that’s why I don’t engage in the conversation in the discord often, because I don’t know what to say. But still, it is much easier to talk to someone online than in person for me. I only feel comfortable during a in person conversation when it is with my friends or family. I’m trying to improve my confidence with other people, but it is a slow process.

Okay those where three random facts about myself. Just don’t use them for your mischief nena, I’m watching you 👀

[rose84sworld]

Okay, so this is my first post ever and I’d like to write about a very special date for me, one that I’ll always keep in my heart.

POV : January 8th 2022

It’s been months since I’ve been truly content, I started doing things I never thought about a few months ago, I’m spending my precious time on useless amount of instagram posts and talking to random people online, through comments. Next year it’ll be my last year in school and even though I know I have to study hard enough to be able to go to a good university in two years time, I can not even motivate myself to do anything that read Wattpad stories on my phone. I remember I was talking to someone at that time over snapchat, she annoyed me though, but I didn’t want to seem rude so I continued talking to her. On January 8th 2022, I am laying on my bed in total darkness. I am not feeling well as I have SH’d a few minutes prior, and when I take my phone to scroll down instagram again, I see a notification, somebody started following me on instagram. I decided to see if they wanted to talk to me for a few minutes, maybe that would stop me from overthinking. I type five letters : H, E, L, L, O. Hello, and they respond me with the exact same message. I think it’s good to start a conversation, we talk for a while about our names, our ages, about where we live, and how she loves France. Her name is Marie, she’s from Germany and apparently 3 years younger than me. I have quite the attitude while texting her, just like every day in school, I am kind of flirty but I don’t think she notices it, she doesn’t know I’m lesbian either ways. After a while I’m curious as to why she started following me. She tells me that there isn’t any real reason to it, and that it was just random. We continue talking but as I know there can be homophobic people out there I decided to just drop the bomb and tell her I’m lesbian, I made sure to apologise if it made her uncomfortable because I thought she was a nice girl no matter what. She tells me that it didn’t bother her and that it would even be very hypocritical of her to not like that cause she’s lesbian herself. I am so shocked, honestly I didn’t expect it. She confessed that she saw one of my comments under some guy’s post about how I am homosexual and decided to follow me cause I seemed cool. Anyways we continue talking for a while until she needs to go back to her family because it was her sister’s birthday. It did make me stop overthinking and I feel so good.

That’s it the story of how I met the most important person in my life, little did I know I would fall in love. I’m going to write about her in this blog so I can keep show them all to our children in the future.

-D

[starlightandsouls]

THIS IS WHY WRITERS/CREATORS ARE LEAVING THIS APP!

Like seriously, you mean to tell me that out of all the 176 people that had the time to read my work and like it, couldn't hit the reblog button LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO THE LIKE BUTTON?

And okay if we put reblogs aside cuz you want to maintain the "aesthetic" of your blog or whatever, HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO LEAVE A COMMENT?!

I'm sorry, I know this post sounds very bitter and rude but I'm honestly so done with people on here treating it like tik tok or Instagram. Creators don't get paid for the shit people so readily and freely consume. We put hours of hours of time into our work and the only thing we ask in return is that people INTERACT with our work.

Leave a comment, let me know what you thought of my work, leave a goddamn emoji if you're too lazy to leave a comment. Honestly sometimes I feel like I'm just banging my head against a wall because of the lack of meaningful reactions on my writings. Like just think of my disappointment when my notifications are blowing up after I post something, only to find out that instead of any reactions whatsoever, it's just people spam liking my work

I'm still gonna write what I want to write because not only is it my coping mechanism, but also because I love to write. But the people like the 176 ones above who don't have the decency to leave anything other than a useless like, better not have the audacity to send in any asks or requests for part 2, cuz I'm sure as hell not writing shit for them

[beveragesfood]

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[freewritersiteus]

Social Media Marketing-How much are you profiting?

Author By: Foysal

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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 31- Free Choice: CNC

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 2.6k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), consensual non con (cnc), kidnapping roleplay, bondage, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, breif knifeplay, Bucky picks up reader, manhandling, overstim, established relationship, established safewords, aftercare

Notes- Please be aware of the warnings for this one as it’s much rougher!! Everything that happens here is consented to and explicitly stated so. Ending kinktober with a bang here since I like to go all out for the finales lol!! And it’s been so long since I’ve written for Bucky omg!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​​. Reblogs highly appreciated!

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“You want to do what?!” Bucky exclaimed.

You grinned as you enjoyed how flustered and caught off guard he was, “I want to know what it’s like…” your voice dropped as you traced a random pattern on Bucky’s chest with your finger, “To be hunted by the Winter Soldier…” a fire burned behind your eyes, “I’ve been very, very bad…”

Bucky swallowed hard as his eyes darkened with lust. He couldn’t deny what a thrill it would be to act out the scenario you proposed, but there was also the fear of actually hurting you in the process. That was something Bucky couldn’t… would not stand for. After mulling it over, Bucky smirked as he cupped your chin, “Is that so?”

Your pulse raced as his words sunk in and you realized he accepted your proposal. Excited, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips as his fingers still firmly gripped your chin. 

“But I want to make sure you’re still safe,” his tone turned serious, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded, “Alright, let’s set up our ground rules…”

*

It all happened so fast. One moment you were walking down the street by yourself on your way home. The next thing you knew, your world went black and a pair of strong hands had you in a grip so tight you couldn’t break free. The only reason you didn’t fully panic was a familiar voice in your ear.

“It’s me.”

Those two words from Bucky were all you needed to be assured you were actually safe and this was all part of the plan the two of you had set up. You insisted that he didn’t tell you when he would make his move so that you would feel truly surprised, and you were shocked that he waited a couple weeks so that you let your guard down more. It was devious and exciting.

Even though you actually gave it your best effort, Bucky effortlessly tied your hands behind your back and your ankles together without breaking a sweat. The entire time, a bag was over your head so you had no idea where you actually were, but you could tell he threw you in the back of a car and drove for some time in silence. You wondered what went on in his head during the drive, and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together in anticipation. 

You couldn’t even guess how long the drive was when the car finally stopped and you heard Bucky get out from the front. But the moment you felt his hands on you again, you gave wriggling free another try. However, it was useless, and Bucky easily slung you over his shoulder and carried you somewhere. With the bag still over your head, all you could do was listen, and you heard a large door slam and lock before his footsteps echoed in the space.

Normally so tender with you, Bucky dropped you down so that you stood upright before he pushed you back against something cold. Even if you wanted to use the split second his hands were off you to bolt, you knew you wouldn’t get far due to your ankles being bound. He was too quick regardless, and he firmly tied a rope around your waist and secured you to the piller you leaned against.

In a swift motion, Bucky yanked the bag off your head and you blinked your eyes open. You couldn’t help but use the skills Bucky had taught you in case you were ever actually taken and you studied your surroundings as best you could. You were in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, and the room was mostly empty save for a few pillars that held the structure up, some chairs scattered across… and a mattress close to where you were bound. The few windows let in a little bit of light, but the space was mostly dark.

“What’s your safeword?” Bucky murmured behind you in a low tone.

“Red,” you whispered back as you turned your head towards his voice.

“If it gets too much… If I hurt you… You say the word and this stops, ok.”

“I know,” your tone was soft yet completely certain. You wanted this, and you knew he did too.

Bucky was silent for a few moments before he stepped around from behind you, and you knew instantly he was lost in the moment. His eyes were dark and his posture was stiff, and it made you gasp softly. He scanned you up and down before he reached out and cupped your chin harshly.

“So,” Bucky’s tone was low and went right to your core, “You’ve been a bad girl I hear.”

A whimper escaped your lips but you said nothing. Bucky tilted your chin to force you to meet his gaze, and you decided to show defiance in your eyes. He noticed of course, and dove two fingers into your mouth. Bucky’s gaze burned into your figure as you stood bound and helpless in his grasp, and you gagged around his fingers as he filled your mouth. 

He growled as his free hand- his metal hand- cupped your breast roughly through your shirt. You moaned around his fingers, but you were powerless to stop him. In a flash, he grabbed your shirt and bra and ripped them off your body, leaving you topless before him. You whined as you struggled in your binds, but all it did was spur him on more as he watched your breasts swing around as you struggled. 

“You have been bad…” his tone dropped even more as he thrust his fingers deeper down your throat and watched as your breasts swung.

“Mmmf,” your cries were muffled by his fingers in your mouth. Suddenly, you got an idea and you bit down hard.

Bucky yelped in surprise and quickly pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He growled as you reeled forward and spit dripped from your lips. His eyes darkened as he watched the saliva hit your breasts as you took in deep breaths of precious air. But you didn’t have the relief for long as Bucky snapped and grabbed you by your throat and forced your head back up and slammed it against the pillar. You gasped as your airway became constricted, and Bucky’s deep scowl and dark eyes started to blur.

“Very. Bad,” he warned as he gave your throat an extra squeeze.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Bucky released you and you inhaled deeply as a rush of arousal pulsed through you. His hand trailed down your front and he took your breasts with both his hands and kneaded them roughly. You couldn’t help the moan you let out as he pinched your niples hard.

“No… Please…” you wheezed as you tried to free yourself again but to no avail. 

A low grumble reverberated from deep in his chest as he continued to fondle your breasts despite your protests. But you looked too tempting like this, and Bucky had many more plans for you in mind. So, he relinquished his grip on you and unsheathed his knife. With precision, he sliced the rope that pinned you to the pillar and grabbed the back of your neck.

“Come here,” he growled as he forced you across the space to the mattress that sat on the floor.

Although you tried to push back against him, Bucky was stronger than you, especially when he held you with his metal arm. With no effort at all, he guided your body across the room to the mattress and flung you onto it. Tears filled your eyes at being manhandled and all your breath was forced out of you when you hit the mattress on your side.

Bucky quickly knelt down behind you and watched for a moment as your heavy breaths made your chest rise and fall. He dropped the knife and reached for your pants, swiftly yanking them down along with your panties so that your ass and pussy were exposed.

“No wait,” you exclaimed as you tried to roll over onto your back. 

��Shut up,” he groaned through gritted teeth as he pinned you down with one hand and worked on freeing his cock with the other.

You squirmed and wriggled in his grip, but it was no use. Your arms were still tied behind your back and your ankles were tired together, leaving you at Bucky’s mercy. But, he could tell from how wet your pussy was that you were enjoying this… and so was he.

Without a word, Bucky stroked his cock a few times before he inched forward so that he was right behind you. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock at your folds, and you tried one more time to free yourself. But it was no use.

In one abrupt movement, Bucky thrust his cock fully inside you, and he savored the loud scream you let out. Your entire body trembled as he filled you, and from keeping your legs bound together, it only made you tighter around him. He groaned as he rocked into you over and over again, despite your protests.

“Please… No…” you cried as your entire body burned. Keeping your legs together made Bucky cocks feel even bigger inside you, but it was an ecstasy that you had never felt before and it drove you wild.

Bucky grunted as he pounded into you at a fast and harsh pace, ignoring your sobs. He only wished he could see your face too, but you buried it in the mattress as you laid on your side and took what he forced you to take. Bucky almost worried that he actually hurt you, but he trusted you to use your safeword if you needed. Since you didn’t, he kept going. He was sure you were enjoying this though from the way you clenched around him.

“This pussy,” Bucky groaned, “Is mine now,” he thrust in extra hard and stilled himself deep inside you for several moments, “I’m never letting you go.”

You whimpered at his words as his cock hit spots so deep inside you that he’d never reached before. It almost felt as if Bucky fucked you right into your soul, and being helpless to stop him added that extra thrill as well. As he hovered himself over you, you felt completely consumed by him, and although you pretended to protest, you secretly craved it like a new drug that you were instantly addicted to. 

And Bucky was just as addicted. The feeling of your wet tightness around his cock went right to his core, and Bucky was suddenly glad you suggested this roleplay. Otherwise, he didn’t think he would be able to hold himself back from how good you felt around him. And seeing you bound and helpless added to the heat that built in his body.

“How about I fuck the bad girl out of you?” Bucky didn’t even recognize his own voice, “Make you a good girl when I make you cum for me.”

“N-no…” you hissed.

But Bucky knew your body well, and he knew you were fighting off your climax. You didn’t want to make it too easy for him, but he was up to the challenge. “I think ‘yes,’” he growled as he reached around for your clit, “Make you cum over and over again on my cock.”

You whimpered as he pounded into you again while rubbing your clit at a furious pace, “Pleeeease… No… Stoppp…”

“No.”

Bucky only thrust into you even harder the more you begged to stop, and it made the heat quickly rise within you. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fight off your orgasm, and you clenched your entire body in order to save it off as long as you could.

You knew he felt how hard you fought him, and it only made Bucky pound into you more, determined to send you over the edge. What you didn’t realize was that Bucky fought off his own orgasm; he wanted to make you fall apart completely before he spilled himself inside of you.

It didn’t take longer for Bucky to finally get what he wanted, though. Your entire body trembled and you felt weightless as your climax washed over you without warning. With a loud scream, you came hard on his cock as he continued to thrust into you and rub at your clit.

But even though you came, Bucky still didn’t stop. You whined as you tried to wriggle free, but Bucky only tightened his grip on you, “I told you I wanted you to cum again,” he warned as he rolled you onto your stomach and used the new angle to pound into you harder.

Your scream echoed in the room as your second climax hit you like a freight train. You felt yourself gush against his body, and the sounds of Bucky pounding into you became more wet. As much as Bucky wanted to prolong this, your second orgasm triggered his own and he covered your body with his own as he spilled himself deep inside you with a low groan of your name.

Heavy breaths filled the room as Bucky collapsed down on top of you, his cock still impossibly deep inside you. Exhausted, neither of you moved for several long moments. But, Bucky knew that it was now his responsibility to take care of you and he gathered all his strength to push himself up.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he slowly pulled out of you and crawled around to your face, “You alright?”

You blinked your eyes open and you didn’t even realize how much you had cried until you shook the tears away, “Yeah,” you breathed as you turned your head and met his soft eyes.

“Hang on, I’ve got you,” Bucky quickly shuffled back and untied your ankles first, then your wrists. He turned you on your side as he gently massaged your wrists, and he frowned to himself when he realized he tied the knots a little too tight. 

“Bucky,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Come here,” Bucky murmured your name as he gathered you in his arms and held you tight. Together, the two of you laid on the mattress as he hand his hand across your back soothingly, “You did so good, baby,” he placed a soft kiss on the side of your head, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you replied immediately as you savored the warmth and comfort of Bucky’s embrace, “That was fucking amazing,” you were out of breath, but he still heard the excitement in your voice, “I’ll be sore for a while for sure,” you added with a laugh, “But that was worth it.”

Bucky let out a short laugh.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked, noticing that Bucky needed you just as much as you needed him, just in a different way.

Bucky pulled you back enough to look you in the eyes and cupped the side of your face, “I did,” he admitted softly. He gave you an extra squeeze for reassurance and he gasped softly when you did the same back. 

“I trust you, Bucky. I hope you know that,” you leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, “I wouldn’t have asked for this if I didn’t.”

“I know,” he placed his hand on your head and pulled you back against his chest so he could hold you close, “You’re always safe with me, no matter what.”

“I know,” you echoed Bucky’s words as you rested against him and listened to the calming sound of his heartbeat, “I hope you brought me spare clothes though,” you lightened the mood.

This time, Bucky let out a hearty laugh, “Of course, baby,” he kissed the top of your head, “I told you I’ve got you.”

“Never doubted you, Bucky Barnes.”

[euphoricssentimentalist]

My most wonderful mutual @itwoodbeprefect tagged me to do this and I'm grateful since I love to ramble about myself kwjfjs

So,

Favorite color: blueeeee!!, but honestly I love almost every color and it depends on the mood to decide which one I'll choose or use or whatever

Currently reading: besides my 16 open ao3 tabs, I'm reading "The butterfly garden" by Dot Hutchison, which I haven't got the chance to read that much since school and more stuff has kept me pretty busy, but yeah, so far it's been engaging and I'm a sucker for psychos so I hope it's good.

Last song: Man, lately I've been going down a Rammstein spiral and oh baby Jesus I swear my family can't be more sweet about enduring my daily five hours blasting their songs at full volume. Last one I heard just a few minutes ago while finishing my homework was "Sonne" from the "Klavier" album and, seriously, if y'all feel like it you should check out the song, IT'S JUST *CHEF KISS*; I swear that whole album speaks directly to my soul, but this song in particular does something to me. The notes for the verses are so dark and intense, just like the original song, but at the same time it has this neat and elegant detail, and don't even get me started on the chorus part, because it really gives me the chills. Is so delicate and smooth and delightful I can not not fall in love with it.

Last series: Yesterday I couldn't sleep so I opened Netflix and played one of the first ones that appeared on recommendations. It was about a girl who pretends to be rich and plays the elite, I don't remember well the name but I think it was something with "Anna" in it lol

Sweet, savory, spicy: For what, exactly? Lmao. Uh... If we're talking food, for dessert obviously sweet. For food in general, bro, I'm Mexican, I eat spicy food all day every day, and I love it. As for savory, i guess sometimes?

Currently working on: Trying to perfectly schedule my days between school, study for a super important exam that is twisting my guts with the anticipation and getting back to practice with my guitar :(( it makes me real sad I don't have enough time to play again. I'm hoping on sparing some time next weekend and get acquainted with my baby again.

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I remember seeing you in my notifs for my old tales history analysis posts and being like “holy shit this must be some huge fandom blog holy shit this is my clout arc” and it wasn’t my clout arc but like damn bro you’re cool as hell. You’re my #1 source of rpverse news. Just a shame that the union is useless in the long run :D (Signed, A.D.)

Excuse you, we are doing VERY important work defending your rights. We've already got dental insurance in the bag. The next step is to convince the authorities to do something about the mysterious disappearances that keep happening behind the restaurant. And get sick leave for food poisoning from the restaurant. And... actually, who's managing that place these days?

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[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 7

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy,

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 7

 When you emerged from the bathroom Henry was just coming out of the kitchen area, two bottles of water in hand before he opened one and handed it to you;

 “Drink”

 “Thank you” you took it from him and lifted it to your mouth, not realising how dry your throat had grown from all the exertion. As you drank in silence you couldn’t help but to let your eyes stray over his exquisite body, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, to his thick cock hanging heavy between his enormous thighs. You hadn’t realised how long - and obviously - you’d been staring, but when he held his arms out and span slowly around with a smirk on his face you realised it hadn’t been in the tiniest bit subtle;

 “Like what you see Princess?”

 Stepping forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest as you smiled at him;

 “You know I do”

 With a sly grin you pressed the cold-water bottle to his naked ass and he let out a high-pitched squeal and leapt forwards, knocking you to your ass onto the soft plush carpet. Propping yourself up on your elbows you grinned at him as he towered over you, a look of dark amusement on his face;

 “Oh, you are in for it now Princess”

 You let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped down and threw you over his shoulder before stalking back to the bed and tossing you onto the king-size mattress. You squealed and laughed as he was suddenly upon you, tickling your sides in a relentless fashion as you writhed and wriggled beneath him. With your legs entangled you were soon rolling around, skin sliding against skin and you could feel him getting hard against your belly. In a moment of weakness you were able to twist your body enough so that suddenly you were on top, straddling his waist. You caught his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers together, your chests heaving from exertion and laughter.

 You leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure if henry knew what you were about to do, but as you knelt back upright and rolled your hips just right, you slowly sank down onto his hard length that had notched just right at your entrance when you’d kissed him. His eyes went wide in surprise, his jaw hung open before the feeling of your hot soaked walls completely enveloping him was too much to process and his eyes fluttered shut;

 “Oh… oh-hoh… fuck…”

 His lip trembled as you slowly rolled your hips, arching your spine before straightening. With your fingers still linked you moved, riding him slowly, spelling out letters and words with your hips to rub him just the right way to make him go crazy. Out of all the times he had known how to work your body and drive you to an intense orgasm, now it was your turn. With a roll and curve of your hips you felt his fingers tighten against yours, his mouth moving but unable to get out the words he wanted to say, before finally finding his voice;

 “Hu-holy… fuck... Princess, I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum”

 “That’s the plan…”

 “But you…”

 “Shhh… don’t you worry about me Hen, just enjoy it”

 His body relaxed when he realised what you wanted to do, that you weren’t concerned about your own orgasm, and instead wanted to drive him completely crazy. With a swirl of your hips you started to spell out certain letters with your hips. You closed your eyes and concentrated on spelling and with each letter Henry’s moans and cries got more heated. On the second to last letter he let out a high pitched whine and his hands flew to your hips, the tell-tale tremble where your bodies were joined, and as you swayed your hips from right to left to right to left it was the trigger and his back arched, pumping you full of another load of his thick seed.

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to his lips, kissing you before you settled onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you held him in the afterglow of his orgasm. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper;

 “Thank you”

 “Umm, you’re welcome?”

 “No, really, thank you. It’s been a long time since a lover has solely given me pleasure without expecting it in return… which I absolutely will do, but…”

 In that moment you felt for him, you knew that he knew he was a skilled lover, but when you have a skill sometimes people can take it for granted. You went to speak but in that moment your stomach rumbled, and you giggled as he ran a hand softly over your back;

 “You are feeling hungry again Princess?”

“We did work up quite an appetite… do you think it’s too late for room service?” you propped yourself up and smiled at him.

 “Go check out the fridge… I would move but you’ve rendered me useless for the next few minutes with that pussy from heaven…”

 You delicately shifted off him, feeling his now soft member slip out of you, and you stood on wobbly legs, walking bow legged to the kitchen as you felt Henry’s cum slowly coating your inner thighs. Bending to look into the fridge you let out a squeal when you saw the large plate decorated with miniatures of all the restaurants famous desserts. 

“Bring two spoons!” you heard Henry call from the bed and you smiled as you did as he asked, carrying the plate in one hand and the cutlery in another as you made your way through the room lit by a single lamp at the side of the bed that he’d switched on and settled the plate on the bed beside Henry as he sat propped up against the plush pillows. You handed him a spoon and grinned;

 “Okay so we’re not going to just eat these off each other’s bodies?”

 “Uh-huh… you see this one?” he swiped his spoon halfway through what looked like a chocolate cheesecake; “This one has cocoa nibs in… they get caught in my chest hair”

 He lifted the spoon to your lips and you moaned as the rich Ecuadorian cocoa hit your taste buds, before grinning and talking with your mouth full;

 “So, you’ve done the body cheesecake eating thing with someone else?” you cocked an eyebrow, before your eyes went a little wider when you saw him start to blush and you stopped chewing.

 “Not exactly…” he took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly; “I was staying here last year - my Air B&B wasn’t ready - and I ordered room service. I had fucked up my shoulder on a dig so couldn’t be bothered to wear a shirt… and proceeded to drop an enormous spoonful of cheesecake on my chest”

 You let out a burst of laughter, struggling to keep the chocolatey mess in your mouth as he continued;

 “So not only was it super cold, it got caught in all the hairs… and my dominant arm was fucked up so when I went to pick it out I missed the plate with the crumby base and dropped it on the floor… then proceeded to step on it and leave a trail of brown stains across this carpet to the bathroom that looked like I’d trodden shit around the suite”

 Your eyes watered from trying hard not to laugh and spray cheesecake over him, but the thought of him having to speak to the concierge about another ‘its-not-shit-its-cheesecake’ incident was too much… thankfully Henry could see your predicament, quickly reaching to the plate to grab a paper napkin that had been set on it and handing it to you so you could spit the cheesecake out.

 The pair of you picked at the desserts, feeding each other, talking and laughing, before you stifled a yawn;

 “I need some sleep… you’ve worn me out”

 “Let me get rid of this” Henry grabbed the empty plate and started towards the kitchen area; “And then I’ll see about sorting you out Princess”

 Standing you smiled as you headed towards the bathroom, your body and mind in that pleasant glow of pre-sleep, absentmindedly calling out to him;

 “I love you to pieces Henry but you are not coming near this pussy again tonight, she needs time to recover… I’m gonna pee then fall asleep in your arms in that massive bed”

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of Henry’s reaction to your words, how he’d picked up on your casual use of Love, and that he knew it came from the heart. 

 By the time you returned to the bedroom Henry had lowered the blinds and was laying in bed, the covers to his waist as you climbed in beside him, curling up to his wide chest as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were asleep within minutes; however Henry was wide awake, his mind racing, processing something that had never been said to him before.

You woke to find Henry’s arm draped over your waist, his chest to your back as the cracks of daylight peeked in through the miniscule gaps in the blinds that covered the windows. You shifted a little and he rolled silently onto his back, the sheets draped over his lower body and you could tell he was sound asleep. Sitting on the side of the bed you reached for the water bottle only to find it empty, and with a longing glance at sleeping beauty you pushed yourself to your feet in the search for a drink.

 Twenty minutes later you emerged from the shower, having found your lower body to be a sticky uncomfortable mess upon waking, you spied Henry’s shirt from the night before draped over a chair and pulled it on, smiling at the scent of his aftershave as your body heated the luxury cotton as it nestled against your naked body. Quietly making a cup of coffee you peered in at Henry, still snoring away in the massive bed. Letting him rest you took a seat in the dining area, resting your legs on the glass table as you checked your phone, snapping a shot from your hip that showed Henry’s shirt tails draped over your thigh, your steaming mug of coffee, and the London skyline in the background. 

 One Instagram upload later you were quietly enjoying your coffee as you checked your messages when one caught your eye, from your roommate. As you read it your heart sank. Two years ago when you’d been hunting for a flat share in London you’d been introduced to a friend of a friend, a photographer that had a flat in Fulham and was never home, as he was a Paparazzi and travelled for 9 months of the year. He kept a place in London that was in essence a storage flat, but for security he liked to have a roommate. The last person had moved out and he needed someone to take on the spare room. Rent would be low by London standards, and for most of the year you’d have the place to yourself. Well, now he had decided to make the move to LA permanent, and wanted to touch base with you regarding how you and he should go about sorting the flat… and he was giving you first refusal to see if you wanted to buy it. 

 You set the phone down on the table and stared out of the window, a million and one things racing through your mind… did you earn enough to get a mortgage? Would it just be easier to move out and find another place? You were chewing on a fingernail when a large pair of hands slid down your shoulders and slipped inside the open shirt to cup your breasts, whilst the owner of said hands bent over you and kissed you;

 “Morning”

 “You look delicious in my shirt Princess”

 Henry's voice was rough from sleep, immediately ridding the previous problem from your mind and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core;

 “You looked pretty damn good in it too last night”

 Turning you stood and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, sighing into the tongue filled kiss as he lifted you and set your ass down on the cool glass of the table. Slowly he unfastened the few buttons that were holding the shirt together, before letting the garment fall open to expose your naked body. He ran his hand down your body, cupping your sex before sliding two fingers through your folds;

 “You’ve showered”

 “I have… I was sticky…”

 “Mmmn… I’ll just have to make you sticky again”

 He angled his hips and you felt his morning wood press against your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he slowly pushed into your soaked channel. You were expecting him to just fuck you on the table, but when he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, you let out a cry of surprise before he walked the few steps to the massive windows and pressed you against them;

 “I want all of London to see how beautiful you are when you cum, how well you take my dick…”

 He started to fuck you hard against the glass, your head resting against the cool surface as you clung to his shoulders, and with each delicious flick of his hips he was driving you rapidly towards orgasm, his thickness filling you completely. You were almost there when he paused, and it brought your focus back to his face, surprise to see he wasn’t looking at you, instead his attention was outside. You following his gaze and let out a shriek: the window cleaning crew were hanging from their gantry, squeegees in hand and jaws agape as they watched Henry railing you against the window they were cleaning from the outside. 

 With a smirk Henry reached over and pressed the button for the internal window blinds to be lowered, the two of you still carnally connected as the outside world was cut off. In the now muted light Henry started with fresh vigour as he fucked you harder than ever before, filling you repeatedly before you came with a scream, squeezing his body so tight he followed soon after, pumping you full again. 

 He spent the longest time just holding you, pressing kisses to your face and neck before your legs started to cramp and you begged to be let down, the sclooping sound of his heavy length pulling free of your cum soaked channel met your ears and it sent a grin to your face;

 “I’m going to need another shower”

 “I think I’ll join you” he replied with a grin, before picking the room phone up; “I’ll order breakfast so it’ll be here for when we’re finished, say 45 minutes?”

 You nodded silently, realising that the shower wasn’t going to be a ‘just get clean’ shower.

 -

 The shower had proven one thing; Henry was insatiable and had the stamina of a horse. He’d had you bent over from behind in the shower before you’d both cum, finally washing yourselves clean after that. As Henry shut the water off and stepped out he held out a hand to you, before wrapping a huge fluffy towel around your body and pressing a kiss to your nose. A knock at the suite door interrupted, Henry wrapping a towel around his waist as you started to dry yourself.

 Emerging from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, you’d tied the soft robe that was provided by the hotel around you and found Henry setting out the trays of breakfast on the table that only an hour before he’d been fucking you on;

 “Breakfast is served! What would you like; waffles? Fruit?”

 “Yes, it all sounds amazing”

 You sat beside each other quietly eating, before Henry sat back and smiled at you;

 “What would you like to do today?”

 You shrugged;

 “I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I wasn’t expecting an overnight stay at a hotel, so I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes. I guess just head home after doing a walk a shame through reception in my evening dress”

 Henry stood suddenly, holding a finger up in a ‘just a moment’ way, crossing the room and disappearing to the bedroom. You heard the quiet woosh of the sliding wardrobe doors opening, and moments later he reappeared carrying a number of bright yellow giftbags with ‘Selfridges’ emblazoned across them;

 “I thought of that…”

 He set the bags onto the table in front of you, and you raised an eyebrow;

 “Hen… what’s in the bags…”

 “An anti-walk-of-shame kit” You stood and looked into the bags, before starting to pull out their contents as he continued to explain; “I wasn’t sure what to get, or what the weather would be doing, so I got a few choices…”

 Pulling a floaty summer dress from one bag you held it against you and twirled around, revelling in the way the fabric drifted on the breeze. Checking the label you saw that it was the right size, before setting it down and going through the other bags. You found a pair of comfortable velvet sliders that your feet would certainly welcome after wearing the high heels the night before, a cardigan, and a bikini that looked incredibly tiny along with some lace panties. Another bag contained travel sized toiletries and a hairbrush. Another held a pale tracksuit in the softest of jersey fabrics. You set everything back into their bags and looked at Henry;

 “Thank you…. Is this normal for you?”

 “No, not at all” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “With everything that happened this week, I wanted to treat you, surprise you with a night that couldn’t beat any other night you’d ever had with anyone in your past”

 “What if I hadn’t said yes to staying the night?”

 “Then I would have taken all this back to my place for you to use there” he shrugged and a smile on his lips.

 “And why the bikini?”

 “Oh, there’s a pool here, thought we could make use of it before lunch?”

 -

 The sight of Henry in swimming trunks was enough to make you want to drop to your knees, the fabric closely cropped around the tops of his massive thighs, and the way his dick bulged obscenely in them, well, you were glad you were the only ones making use of the pool. Your bikini that he’d chosen for you wasn’t much better, the top merely two triangles of fabric with an array of straps, the bottoms just about covering your pussy but not a lot else. You were thankful for the robes the hotel provided for your short trip to where the pool was. 

 Once you were in the water however the playful side came out of both of you, hands sneaking under the water for surreptitious squeezes and caresses. Just at the point where Henry was about to have you pressed against the wall of the pool you heard the door open to the pool room, and a family with three kids came in, the kids dive bombing into the water. You both laughed at their excitement of swimming in a high-rise, the views over London just as stunning as in every other room, and as the parents apologised for the kids you told them it wasn’t a problem at all;

 “We were just about to get into the jacuzzi anyway”

 “We were?” Henry muttered but didn’t argue as you led him up the steps and quickly sank down into the hot bubbling waters, the jacuzzi just around the corner from the pool. You were in the same room but thankfully out of sight, and the second the two of you were enveloped by the bubbles Henry pulled you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. 

 “There are camera’s here” he whispered in your ear; “But they can’t see what happens underwater…”

 His fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, seeking out your folds before rubbing against your clit. Resting your head back against his shoulder, to anyone watching it would seem you are just a couple in each other’s arms; what they couldn’t see was Henry already had two fingers knuckle deep within you. He was grinding his dick into your ass when you let the water float you above his lap enough for him to tug his shorts down just enough to free himself, before he pulled you down and you sank onto his hardness. 

 As you watched the city go about its day Henry whispered utter filth into your ear, his hips making the tiniest of thrusts beneath the water, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit as you did your absolute best not to moan, sigh, or give anything away above the water that you had Henry’s massive dick plundering you yet again, this time in public. 

 His breaths were getting shorter in your ear and you had almost bitten through your lip from trying not to moan at the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach, so when Henry’s other hand snuck inside your top and pinched at your nipple you let out a tiny grunt and started to cum, the tightness of your walls contracting around him setting his own orgasm off.

 Soon after you climbed out having rearranged your swimwear, pulling your robes on before nodding to the family that were blissfully unaware of what you’d just done, their kids having been squealing and screaming far more than you two ever could.

 -

 Back at the room and showering again, you laughed as you playfully slapped away Henry’s hands as he kept trying to grab your ass in the shower, before finally turning and cupping his balls;

 “Henry, give these two a rest, they’re almost empty… gotta save something for my afternoon snack…”

 He grunted as you carefully washed him down of the soapy suds that covered his cock and balls, before kissing him once. As he soaped your back his voice was quiet;

 “What would you like to do now? Head out somewhere? Borough Market is just across the road… Or it’s just a short walk down the embankment to tower bridge… we could be proper tourists for the day”

 “That sounds good”

 -

 Sipping on the multiberry smoothie you’d bought as you and Henry had looked around Borough Market, the pair of you slowly strolled along the embankment alongside the River Thames. There was little to no breeze which you were truly thankful for as the dress he’d bought you was shorter than you were expecting, however he certainly wasn’t complaining and rather vocally had expressed how much he enjoyed seeing you in it. With your fingers interlinked with his you were deep in thought as you sipped on your drink, walking in silence towards the ornate towers of Tower Bridge.

 “... Princess?”

 Stopping you turned to Henry;

 “Yes? Sorry, did you say…?”

 Henry quietly laughed;

 “I have in fact been wittering away for the entire length of the embankment… what’s on your mind?”

 You saw a bench and nodded to it, Henry following you as you sat down;

 “My roommate has told me he wants to sell the flat”

 “Oh… I didn’t realise you had a roommate… and a ‘he’ at that…”

 You sat back and looked at him, raising an eyebrow;

 “Are you... Are you jealous?”

 He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. Taking a deep breath, he let out a single laugh before shaking his head;

 “No… yes… kind of…”

 “You don’t need to be. He’s gay. He’s out of the country for nine months of the year. When he is in the country, he’s barely at home with the hours he does”

 “What does he do?”

 “Paparazzi photographer. He’ll be here for a few months in the springtime… when it’s warm enough for celebs to be here for holidays and shopping. Usually starts with the Brit awards in February and is gone by May”

 “Where does he sleep?”

 “In his room of course”

 “His… room?”

 You stood, getting frustrated at the points Henry was focusing on;

 “Yes, his room. The door off the right of the living room. That’s his room”

 “Oh”

 That was it. He didn’t say another word, instead just looked down at his hands. And it annoyed you. This man, this gorgeous, kind, caring man, the same man you had thought of and nothing else for the past few weeks, who had been your knight in shining armour, was suddenly focusing on such a small detail of your life and becoming jealous of it? The longer you looked at him the longer he kept his gaze averted, saying nothing.

 You’d stayed long enough, silently you turned, the lump in your throat growing as you walked away, tossing the remains of your drink in the nearest bin. You didn’t look back. If he was going to be like that over something so tiny, perhaps you’d fallen too hard for him.

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