#i much prefer prioritizing the naked body to a clothed one

[skunkes]

Any tipsss for drawing clothes and their form?

i dont even have a good grasp on dis, i just either look up ref pics or find the most similar clothing in my closet and put it on to get an estimate of that the folds wld look like, the rest is from pulling those events out of mental library

[nethhiri]

for the oc thing. please. i am so horrendously down bad for ether rn (sorry shen ilyt😭🙏)

but likee the texture question! idk she gives vibes, i feel like since she prioritizes ease of movement she would just... hate any sort of restrictive/idk body covering(?) clothing.

can imagine them getting to a winter island and ether just being like "i am absolutely not wearing that" (a coat)

also the eyes question🙏 need to know what color they are. i could probs figure it out based on like your older colored pic of her and maybe its mentioned in the story? if it has been i dont remember but i need details!!! imagining gazing into her eyes🥰 in love w her sorry

AHAHAH it’s ok. Shen will forgive you.

Oh absolutely. She likes very light fabric and would prefer to be naked if it was socially acceptable. She 100% refuses to wear anything with leg holes, including panties. It gets in the way of her tail and they’re basically pointless since they would be shredded. She has to wear skirts or dresses. She also needs the back to be open for her wings. (Actually probably soon Nami will give her clothes to borrow that are too restricting and she’ll tear them to suit her needs, incurring a tremendous debt lmao)

She runs hot anyway because of her metabolism so the cold may not bother her as much. And you will have to glue a coat on her if you want it to stay on.

Her human-like eyes are green and her siren ones are a yellowy-orange, with a slit pupil. The bottom half of the left one no matter the form is slightly darker than the main color (matches my own: one shit brown and the other darker shit brown. Lamest heterochromia ever). Also, they are reflective at night like an alligator. So if you shine a light in the water you get two glowing eyes staring back. Actually thank you for asking this bc I just decided she should have a third eyelid like an alligator too lmao.

Thanks for asking! This was fun to answer.

[passmethatcokezero]

How’s Seungcheol in bed? 👀

I wish he'd let me know himself 👀 lmao ALRIGHT, here's how I would describe Seungcheol in bed:

(no warnings; read at your own risk. no sensitive topics tho ^^)

Firstly, he demands ZERO distraction.

"But, it's my boss..." You spoke in between breaths, peeking at the vibrating phone on the bedside table. "C'mon, that goddamn son of a bitch is the reason I'm relieving your stress!" "Language, babe!" He then pins your hand against the bed when you tried reaching for it. "It's outside working hours, he should know his place, and you better prioritize yourself for once like how I do, understand princess?"

Quiet. Not that him moaning hurts his ego - well a good 2% of it maybe - but he would always rather focus on your pleasure than his. Although, he does let out the hottest growls and sweetest whimper as he gets his release, or every time you give him...

P R A I S E S. Oh how he loved hearing your moans mixed with compliments that feed his energy. You just have to give him all the praises he needed to hear if you wanted to last longer.

"Babe, ahh. Your thighs make me so, so weak," you cried, feeling the curling of your tummy as you humped his hard rock thighs with your bare pussy. "That leather pants you wore this morning, oh god," a moan escapes his mouth, and you felt his muscles contract. "Did daddy made you wet seeing me on stage?" "So, so wet I had to touch myself - humph - I-I'm coming!"

It's a no-brainer, he totally is a dom. He would be so cute during your date, whining at how you ate that last piece steak he reserved for Kkuma, and then turns a 360° once he gets you by himself.

His voice would go one and a half pitch down as he rams his thick cock into your hole.

Loves kisses (so much, and sloppy, deep kisses make him go crazy) and groping. I mean, for what are those biceps if he doesn't use them on you?

most of the time would rip your clothes (well, he can always buy you one, he protests.)

He wanted to top you most of the time (he owns the position), but he'd take into consideration your beg to sit on his dick just like tonight.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking big," "Do I stretch you good, princess?" "You always do, babe - fuck!" You were already seeing stars, as he hit the spot while under you all the while entertaining your erect nipples, trailing licks and kisses.

can make you come in three minutes :) or less if it really needed to be quick o.o

ASS-LOVER. He had said it once, and can never confess to saying it: it was your thick ass that got him crazy about your body. He loves squeezing them, leaving hand prints on the cheeks; slapping them if he gets to fuck you from behind; or sandwich his length between you luscious buns; or even bury his face on it as he makes you feel good with his mouth.

finds you really hot on every lingerie he gifted you but more when bare naked, no matter how many times he have glorified it.

definitely knows how his thighs ALONE can make you CUH-RAY-ZYYYYY

....and would take advantage of it by wearing shorts whenever he comes over, or in tights after working out.

you never catches how he makes you the one to initiate. (or maybe you're just always horny when you see his thighs.)

Would prefer lights on, dim that is. He'd love to see your face contort to every pound, and how your face and neck would moisten with sweat, trailing down your chest.

Fan of biting, but not if he does it. He does not want to hurt you like that so unless you beg for your life, he doesn't let his teeth (nor his huge hands) tarnish your beautiful skin.

Would throw you to bed if the sex was out of jealousy, though. Still careful not you hitting anything that can hurt.

You gasped at the force as he your body sprung on the mattress. "You thought I did not see, huh?" "Wha-what are you talki-" "So you let Joshua blow your neck right when I was gone to get us some drink?" "Our FRIEND is treating a mosquito bite for fuck's sake, Choi Seungcheol!" The night dawned with him having thoughts of breeding you, nonetheless. he just can't wait to have an actual baby Choi - a living proof that he is yours and you, his.

Does not approve toys because he is determined he is much better than those and he is enough. Which is true, actually. Although, one time you introduced him to a vibrator Jeonghan has gifted you as "something essential"

"I'd use that if I am not with you," He kisses your neck gently, not showing a bit of interest in the idea. "But, it'll make you come instantly!" "Exactly why I don't like them!" "For me, please babe." You kissed him on the lips as he gives in to your request. And yep, he definitely enjoyed it, and you more, having him writhe yet still powerful to send you to nirvana.

would he curse? of course! but only does it behind his lips.

loves saying and hearing dirty words.

has a fetish of commanding you to touch yourself in front of him

or would watch an erotica with you as you both feel yourselves.

LOVES. TASTING. YOU. cos you are so damn sweet, so smooth under his tongue. once he was just eating you out all night as his supposed punishment and you squirted and came thrice you were so embarrassed. he has been teasing you about it ever since.

HE GOES HARD. like H A R D. always. he has pride on his dominance and power in bed.

...and would last for a number of hours. you cant believe his endurance! earlier in the afternoon, he was sulking at how Soonyoung had to insist changing many some parts of the choreography to spice up their performance for the upcoming awards show. and yet he just whispered to your ears he can drill your pussy all night you can't stand next morning to take some day off.

sometimes would fuck you helplessly, mercilessly - just as how you wanted.

once suggested recording - which has now a growing library that you marathon when needy of your boyfriend's attention.

hickeys ;) he loves proving you are his, physically.

kinks: daddy kink, breeding kink (but will not do it without your consent), praise kink, orgasm control, crying kink(?) (if there's such thing, but he can be dacryphyllic but wont say it; like what i've said, he would never want to hurt you ever, wont even succumb to your BDSM desires that easy and if he does, he'd be so crazy worried from time to time BUT if he hears your cries and sees your tears falling because of his power, he loses himself and his control over his speed and strength

aftercare: :((( so soft and calm as if you have just tamed a beast and now you're looking at an angel sent down to bring you the VIP care in paradise. would bathe you in warm suds, lavishing the fragrance of ylang-ylang all over you to further ease your stress, and massaging your temples as you rest - your back on his chest.

"Feeling any better, hmm?" This voice, this soft voice only you, his mother, and well you daughter Kkuma only has the privilege to hear, envelopes you like the coziest blanket. "Much, much better than what you promised." nested between his legs in the tub, you already felt your lids double their weight. "Of course, all the comfort for my one and only." he leaves a smooch on your ears as he tightens his legs to as if to support the sides of your body. "But don't you dare sleep on me again or you won't see me when you wake up." "--Yah!" He chuckled to your reaction to his tickle which caused you to jolt - fully awake in an instant. "Can you stop sulking about it! I said I was sorry!" "Were you about to sleep on me again!?"

a/n: hmm well these are just top of the mind. i would love to add more but... we wont see an end to this if i did... so im saving you some time i guess.

now go forth with your agenda for today, anon ;>

p.s. im not entirely sure how you want this to be and im so sorry abt it so i just mixed bullet points with some scenarios in between. hope you like it!

- Lee x

[kaisa-ryo]

Megumi Fushiguro NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Nothing can be better than looking at you, studying every part of your face up close. Watch how your eyelashes tremble, how your chest rises and falls, inhaling and exhaling air. So familiar, so lovable. What a beautiful and so necessary face at this moment. From time to time he wants to run his fingers over it, remember it, photograph it. I want to look at your face for a very, very long time. Then he drops those thoughts because he needs to focus on trying to sleep.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Lips.

God, he so enjoys watching you bite them, lick them, paint them with glitter. This is essentially a small insignificant part of the body, but so demanding for courting and kissing. Yes, kisses ... Megumi so wants to touch them and do it yourself: bite, lick, paint with glitter ... After all, they seem so soft and delicious.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Into a condom. Even if it is not always convenient and completely satisfactory with an elastic band, Megumi still prefers to protect herself. In addition, it is useless to oppose this if you do not want problems in the future. But if you ever ask him to do it without a condom, he might even agree, though not right away. First, make sure that you really want it, since he was not ready to ever do this. So don't be surprised if he gets worried during the process.

D = Dirty secret

From time to time he thinks about how you will take full control over yourself. It makes him mentally convince himself what a lustful bitch you are for him. He understands how you revel in your own perfection, how this thin erotic veil allows you to devour him with your eyes, hypnotize. It almost makes you a god. But the deity should not so protrude his sexuality in front of his beloved. Therefore, if you do so, then in the morning Megumi will throw some reproach in your direction, but at the same time he himself will remain satisfied and completely satisfied.

E = Experience

There is. If in high school he was a cold-blooded bully with a good appearance, then it is possible that Megumi had favorites back then. Not to say that, under the influence of hormones, he wanted to fuck every girl, because on his mind he had only the goal of maintaining justice with vague and false concepts. Yet he tried it once. She was a girl with high status and good connections, which were beneficial for him to achieve his goal. Sex without commitment is not the best experience that can be obtained, because apart from the pleasure of the process, you do not feel attracted to your partner. But what you just do not go to achieve the goal, right? The guy did not particularly remember that incident, but a clear understanding of the foundations of the art of submission remained.

Now he doesn't want to remember school life, because both character and actions were not sugar at all. In addition, the intentions of what then and what from now are different, one should not exceed expectations. But speaking of being intimate with you, Fushiguro has acquired a real bond that makes intercourse more sensual.

F = Favorite position

A deck chair is a great option. It seems like an ordinary missionary, but both he and you have something to hold on to. And as a bonus, he sees your face, by which he can give an accurate analysis of how well you are now.

G = Goofy (Are you serious at this moment?)

Yes. Despite the main goal of getting pleasure, it is also important for him to control it. He is not afraid to death that everything will go downhill. It's just that perfect sex hasn't bothered anyone yet. In addition, it is not at all difficult for him to do as he wants. Therefore, he feels a great need for complete control over intercourse. If everything is done correctly, he feels proud of himself, which cannot but please him.

H = Hair (Is the hair ok?)

Hygiene is as important to him as every other aspect of his life, especially if it somehow, no matter how, concerns you. You never need to remind him of this, as he himself tries to take care of the intimate area as often as possible. Therefore, he is unlikely to have problems providing comfort for both of you.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

There is. These are mostly cute things that are usually not considered very important, but for you they are like a trophy. For example kisses on the forehead, crown of the head, knuckles of thin fingers, neck and shoulders. It is like a ritual dedicated to love for your beauty and uniqueness. Even if the process is not very sophisticated, you get pleasure every time. Towards the end, you realize that you have gained much more than the warmth from light, but sensitive touch.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

There is such a thing. And you don't have to be far away. If you have not done this for a long time, but for some reason he is afraid or does not want to offer you, then do not mind masturbating to one of your photos in the gallery.

K = Kink (Kinks and fetishes)

The guy is not indifferent to your body, no matter what shape it has. Feel his smell, touch, stroke, listen until all these tenderness reaches light bites, squeezes, licks ... He feels everything much more sophisticated than it seems. And nature is such that subconsciously very subtly feels desires. Even if they are not at all.

He likes it when you walk in sexy pajamas, stockings that accentuate the shape of your legs or open clothes, although he doesn't always approve of this, because he knows perfectly well that he is not the only one who likes your body.

I like to give you different jewelry because they look so perfect on you. It is not for nothing that people say: "It is not clothes that paint a person, but a person's clothes."

For Fushiguro, this is both the main aesthetics and a source of inexhaustible pleasure, which is noticeable with the naked eye.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Not a lover of variety, so the option with a bed is the most ideal for him. Moreover, the bed is large and soft, which allows you to do a lot without any discomfort. You often feel tired after sex (unless you're a sex addict), so in the case of a bed, you don't have to worry about passing out on the table or floor. Yes, with the bed, you are subject to almost all poses!

Fushiguro is also not cold to the sofa, which is not much different from the bed in terms of sex. On it he can relax while you ride it, clutching his shoulders or pants. The sofa is also a good control plane, which can be easily used if you understand that you need to get up. It's still convenient! Why do you even need a shower and a table?

M = Motivation

When you walk around the house in the open in only panties and a bra. He doesn't like it very much, but heck, he really doesn't want to admit that he is actually embarrassed and it still turns him on. And when he comes to pick you up from home to take you somewhere, and then finds you not ready, in only one underwear, he will be indignant at why you are still not dressed, then he will turn away, covering his face with his hand and making a slightly trembling exhale. At this time, you will notice how his cheeks and ears turn red and giggle softly, pulling on a T-shirt. Once you specifically asked him to fasten his bra, knowing that it will start. After all, in front of him, a close-up flaunts your completely naked back, which you can touch and stroke. It seems that another second and he will lose control of himself and go into a rage. Holding his breath, he will begin to gently stroke the delicate skin and excitedly run his fingers up and down the spine, feeling his legs trembling from the touch. You will have to bite your lips in order not to turn around, and all this time with concentration to look in the direction where your shadows are reflected in a black silhouette on the wall a few meters away.

Also no less exciting for him is your passion for something. If you diligently write an essay, essay, read interesting books, even just tap your nails on a hard surface - he will be immersed in your actions. After all, the main thing for him is not the process of action itself, but how you perform it. When Fushiguro sees you at work, he enjoys every second of what is happening.

N = No (Which won't do)

What he considers to be risk or abnormal.

Megumi is for healthy sex and will not settle for BDSM, role-playing or sadomasochistic procedures. Especially complete submission. It does not arouse and does not cause orgasm from the word at all. He believes that such an idiotic variety was invented by mentally ill people, after whom everything is repeated for the reason of "fashion", public manipulation and self-hypnosis. In addition, in order to decide on such an idea, you either need to be a crazy psychopath, or stop respecting yourself. At least Megumi thinks so and has no doubts about it.

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

In this regard, Fushiguro tries to maintain balance.

Yes, he likes to hear your drawn-out muffled moans. I like how you all wriggle under it and beg you not to stop. I like the way you cum. But it is no less exciting to see how you walk with your thin fingers along the entire length of his penis, and then clasp your lips and swallow it as deeply as possible, periodically circling the head with your dexterous tongue. Therefore, he is not inclined to prioritize. He continues to give you pleasure simply because he thinks it is right, and when he himself wants to feel pleasure, you will guess it yourself by his eyes, facial expression and swaying his hips in time with your movements.

P = Pace

As a rule, Megumi tries to do it in full force. Physical strength is still a man's trump card in love, and should not be underestimated. But it needs to be properly stimulated. Energy should not be pushed to the limit. Fushiguro was used to stretching his orgasm, speeding up and then stopping for ten seconds. Then the surge of feelings becomes even stronger. Too much speed will immediately lead to overwork, and the orgasm becomes smooth and short. It's too predictable. Of course, the guy is not a fan of variety, but that does not mean that you absolutely cannot pamper yourself, right?

Q = Quickie

Average. The most common.

And what else do you need? High speed does not allow you to feel the process properly, and low speed dampens all excitement and quickly gets bored. Medium is perfect for both of you.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Not ready.

You shouldn't force him to try new sensations. This will cause him discomfort or even anxiety, which will not lead to the best outcome. Once you talked to him about this, at the end he said that he didn’t like it and asked him not to bother with this topic anymore, since even the thought of it introduces him into slight stress. Not because of the experiments themselves, but the very fact of their fear. He is currently struggling with this because he wants to be completely perfect for you. However, it is unacceptable for him that it is easy for him to control the process, but it is so difficult to start experimenting in terms of sexual relations. He will definitely deal with it. Not right away, but it will cope.

S = Stamina (Stamina)

Pretty decent

Getting pleasure is enough for both of you, so you have the strength to wash in the shower, make tea, read a book and just lie around, warming your bodies with hugs. It even happens that there is enough strength to walk along the street, restoring not only physical balance, but also emotional one. Still, a walk in the fresh air with conversations on various topics does not let you forget that your love is real and is not a farce for sexual gratification.

T = Toys

It treats all their varieties badly.

Another trinket invented by the unbalanced and sexually addicted. You both have enough and an ordinary hookup without stupid "decorations".

* In fact, once the thought flew through his head about how you would react if he shoved a vibrator into your vagina as close to your clitoris as possible. And how he later, in all seriousness, assured himself that he would not offer you such a thing for anything. Recalls a magazine article about sexual fantasies among teenagers at thirteen. As a result, having mentally slapped myself in the face, I never thought about it again.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Yes!

He doesn't like to admit it, but oh my god, how your pleading and sobbing drives him crazy. At such moments, he seems to be in seventh heaven. He would like to listen to them, but then all the pleasure from the upcoming orgasm will disappear. He wants to satisfy his desire as soon as possible, but he really doesn’t want your sweet voice to stop at such seconds ... And when you finally finish, everything inside him contracts. Because now you shout his name instead of muffled moans. It feels like he is special to you. Yes, only he can make you make a mess in your body, which was just so obedient. Only with him can you finally plunge you into ecstasy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

At first, he is silent, as if swallowed his tongue. But by the middle it already starts to grow. But if you only knew how uncontrollable he is in the end ... although, why am I crucifying here? Of course you know.

At this time, along with orgasm, he realizes how fucking he is. So inside him begins a feverish flow of internal current, and at the same time a fire flares up in his heart, turning into a high.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

When you first slept, the spontaneous thought came to you to look into his phone. Nothing criminal, you just wanted to make sure you were the first.

Waking up first and looking at the phone, which surprisingly had no password, you checked the list of contacts that were not embellished in some way, and in general there were not as many of them as you expected. But you, apparently, so much enjoyed digging into his personal life, feeling like a real Sherlock, that you decided to look at Google. There already began something from which you simply could not help but emit an unrestrained laugh: more than ten tabs related to sexual relations, the structure of the vagina, the consequences of the "first time", precautions for intercourse and a bunch of other things. You could hardly restrain your laughter so as not to wake up your loved one, who apparently became a real Alpha and a sex guru in just one evening.

It's been a long time since that moment, but you still haven't admitted to him that you then got into his phone.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

14.5 cm during erection ± 1

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

Megumi cannot be called “lonely-touchy-with-a-broken-heart”, but “addict” is certainly not about him. This is an unexpected manifestation of desire when he himself begins to kiss your neck, in the hope of showing your initiative. Usually you make love at your request or at a noticeable hint. Fucking you in bed, he is not looking for any benefit for it and is not chasing cheap bonuses. He thinks that he is simply satisfying his sexual need, and does not go further so that you, too, do not get hung up on sex as an important part of your life.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

Quickly, if you are not trying to distract him with conversations (you are not always sure that you did everything right and completely satisfied him).

If you want to annoy him with requests, for example, if you are cold and you tell him about it, he will immediately cover you with a blanket. But you are more cunning and you do not need a blanket at all, but his strong arms.

— Mmm... and I wanted to warm myself in your arms...

Then Fushiguro will roll his eyes, sigh loudly and hug you from behind.

— I want you to kiss the top of my head! — you will rather smile when he reluctantly, but still will do it.

— Will you sing me a lullaby? - then the guy will understand that further you are just making fun of him.

— Maybe you still dance?

— What a good idea! Stand by that closet.

— Sleep, princess.

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[villainousshakespeare]

Happy Birthday & congrats on 200 followers! I was thinking number 1. Just. One. Bed (a favourite of mine as well) with sassy lil angel haired Magnus 😉

Thanks very much for the request! Hope you like it! (and hope smut is okay!)

First story for my 200 Followers/Birthday writing challenge! 

Bunnies in the Rain

Magnus Martinsson/Reader 

Rated M - sex, smut, kissing, romance,angst, fluff

“I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid there’s only one room available,” the overly made up-clerk simpered, batting her eyes at your colleague and completely ignoring you, even though you were the one who had asked.

“That’s fine,” you answered, voice sharper than it strictly needed to be as you stared down the pretty girl. “We don’t mind sharing.”

Ignoring both her pout and the amused smirk from your partner you could just catch out of the corner of your eye, you slapped your credit card down on the counter. Smiling sympathetically at him the girl - really, she couldn’t be much more than that - made the necessary arrangements and handed you a pair of key cards.

”Second floor, room on the right,” she smiled, still ignoring you. “Do you need help with your bags? Not that you would, you look so strong.”

”No bags,” you grumbled, snatching the cards from her hand and turning to trudge up the stairs, leaving him to thank her.

”What is your problem? You practically bit the poor girl’s head off!”

You turned as your partner shut the door to the small room behind him and glared at him.

”You look so strong!” You cooed in an exaggerated version of the clerk’s flirting. “Why don’t you come back down and hold me with your big, strong muscles! Jesus, Magnus!”

”Jealous?” He asked with a grin that made his eyes twinkle.

Sputtering your denial in what was surely a “Me thinks the lady doth protest to much” manner you glared at your partner. Really, you couldn’t even blame the girl. On any given day Magnus Martinsson was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Tonight, after spending half an hour in what could kindly be described as a torrential down poor, he was nothing short of an Adonis. The rain that had turned you into a drowned rat had plastered his normally loose fitting button down shirt to his lean torso, displaying muscles usually only hinted at. His blond curls were darkened to a burnished bronze, but lost nothing of their tousled appeal as he ran his hands through them and shook out the excess water like an overgrown golden retriever.

”I just think one should maintain their professional demeanor when on the job,” you huffed, sounding priggish and pretentious to your own ears. 

”Yes, yes. I know how much you value professionalism,” he sighed, pealing the drenched shirt off to reveal his well defined chest and sculpted abs.

Considering you spent most of your time on the job trying not to stare at him, you thought, you had to prioritize professionalism. You had been partnered with Detective Martinsson three month’s ago upon your transfer to the Ystrad police department and every moment since then had been an intense combination of agony and ecstasy. 

It was not just that Magnus was so undeniably attractive, although that certainly did not hurt. No, on top of his radiant good looks the young detective was intelligent, excellent at his job, funny, and had excellent taste when it came to picking out songs to play on the radio. Considering the amount of time you spent in the car with him, the last was no small thing. Yes, he could be rather smug, and he did at times act overly put upon, but Magnus had a heart of gold to match his curls. It was enough to make you want to throw yourself down on the bed and cry.

The bed. Oh, dear god in heaven, there was Only. One. Bed. Tamping down your panic you glanced over to where your partner sat on a chair, pulling off his damp socks and setting them out to dry on the radiator. In anyone else it would have been repulsive, but you found yourself staring at his gigantic feet, thoughts you should not be having running through your brain.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"What?" your eyes snapped into focus to see him grinning at you, half naked, from where he lounged in the chair.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" you squeaked, face heating as he stood up and crossed the room to the closet, unbuttoning his jeans as he walked.

Had you hit your head when your car had swerved off the road, you wondered. Or perhaps you had died and were now in heaven.

"Here, catch," he said, grabbing one of the robes that had been hanging on the closet door and tossing it to you while he wrapped the other around himself and then shimmied out of his jeans. "You've got to be soaked to the bone, don't you want to dry off?"

Of course. Robes. Towels. The rain. Shaking your head to clear it of the image of Magnus half dressed you turned your back to him and quickly shrugged out of your dripping top before donning the plush white bathrobe. Using the trick every female learned at a young age you slipped your bra off from underneath, and after a quick moment wiggled out of your pants as well. Even though the robe was much thicker than your clothing had been, somehow there was something so... intimate about being clad in it. All it would take was a pull of the cord and your would be all but bare, as would he. It was enough to send all of your moisture directly south.

"The girl said their was a bathroom down the hall," he told you, padding towards the door. "I'll be right back."

The bathroom. Of course. If you had been thinking you could have gone there to change. Of course then he might have thought you were self conscious about changing in the room with him, and then he might have put the pieces to the very easy puzzle together and realized why changing near him was so uncomfortable for you. That could only lead to embarrassment and heartbreak.

Taking advantage of his absence, you did your best to finger comb your hair into something resembling a human style in the wicker framed mirror. The entire room was decorated in an old cat lady style you realized. Busily flowered wallpaper, a plethora of porcelain figurines, ruffled bead spread... which of course led you back to the bed. It was only a double you realized. Not even a full queen size. Two grown people, and Magnus was  very  grown, would have to stay quite cozy to sleep in it. Of course, most couples at a country bed and breakfast would not object to that. Unfortunately for you, this was not a romantic tryst with a lover but a misadventure during a routine drive back from a  court appearance in another jurisdiction. 

"You turn," your sunny partner said, sauntering back into the room with his robe open enough that you could see the light dusting of soft hair on his chest and long legs. You could not get out of there fast enough.

When you had settled yourself down with a pep talk in the bathroom you returned to the room determined to make the best of what was sure to be a long, sleepless night.

"So," you began, going for nonchalance and failing miserably you were sure, "this is cozy."

"Could be worse," he shrugged. 

"Oh?"

"At least there was someplace within walking distance. We could have been stranded in the car."

"Just because someone doesn't know how to drive in the rain..." you teased, loving that his face went red. It was always good when you could get a reaction out of him. He was normally so self assured, you often felt like a disaster in comparison.

"I swerved to his the rabbit!" he insisted, sticking with the story he had claimed at the time. "It's not my fault the side of the road was so muddy that the tires got stuck."

"Funny," you replied airily, "I didn't see any rabbit."

"Then it's a good thing you weren't driving," he told you superiorly.

You looked at him suspiciously. The red still tinting his face lead you doubt his tail, but you were magnanimous enough to let it go. Really, it could have much worse. You were both uninjured and the car, while not going anywhere without a tow, was relatively unharmed.

"So, left or right?" he asked, looking at the bed.

"Um..."

"It's not meant to be a brain teaser," he grinned at you.

"I can just sleep in the chair," you blurted out.

"Don't be ridiculous. We are grown adults. I am sure we can manage to behave ourselves for the length of the night. If you don't have a preference though, I will take the right side by the window. I get warm when I sleep."

Acting on his last words, Magnus untied the cord around his robe and tossed it onto the chair. Fascinated, you watched the ripple of muscle beneath the skin of his back and the way his boxer briefs hugged his peachy back side as he climbed into bed. 

Of course he could be dismissive about sleeping together, you thought despairingly. He was perfect, from his mop of curls to his boat sized feet and all that lay in between. Someone that divinely created would never be tempted by you, your overactive brain screamed at you. Sighing, you pulled your robe tighter about you, flicked off the light, and shuffled over to the bed.

Magnus had not been joking about being warm you realized as you lay down. You were on positioned yourself as close to the edge as you could, yet it still felt as though there was a furnace at your back. The awareness of him, coupled with the heat he was radiating, made you shift uncomfortably.

"You are ridiculously tense," he proclaimed, after you had tossed about for a few minutes.

"Generally speaking," you agreed, hoping he wouldn't suss out the cause.

"Here, roll onto your stomach," he said, voice brooking no refusal.

With an aggravated sigh you rolled so that your face was buried in your pillow, unsure why he thought this would be any better. As you settled in to your new position, the bed shifted and suddenly a very large, very heavy body settled onto you, straddling your upper thighs.

"What are you doing?" you gasped, trying to get up.

"Hush," he commanded, pushing your shoulders back down and beginning to rub your neck. "You need to relax. You are one gigantic knot! Most likely because of the accident. And because I was the one who caused it, though for completely humanitarian reasons of course, I should help alleviate it."

A million thoughts formed and fell apart in your brain as Magnus began working the knots in your neck with his gigantic hands. He was right, you were incredibly stiff, although for reasons other than the car accident, and his hands were magic on your heated flesh. Working his way downward, he tentatively pushed the robe off of your shoulders so that he could have better access to your skin.

"Is this alright?" he asked, voice betraying a hint of uncertainty that somehow made you feel better.

"Oh yesssss," you murmured, feeling the tightness release as he continued his way down your back. "You are very good at this."

"I made some money in college working at a spa," he confessed. "But you can NEVER tell anyone else at the station that. Okay?"

"Okay," you agreed. At that moment you would have agreed to anything he asked. His hands on you lower back, just above the dimple at your hip, were quite possibly the highlight of your life to date.

"That's what I like about you," he said softly, applying pressure to particularly to a particularly tight spot. "One of the things, I should say. One of many. You tease me sometimes, I mean, we tease each other, but not in the way the others do."

"You mean not for being beautiful?" you asked, not thinking of the words that were coming out of your mouth.

"Um... well, I wouldn't have put it that way," he gave a bark of laughter. "But you hear them. Ragging on my hair, or the fact that I still have a baby face. They find out I worked as a massage therapist, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Your secret's safe with me," you assured him, "as long as you don't stop."

Magnus worked in silence for a bit, teasing the knots out of your upper body with his heavenly hands. Once or twice you had a moment of embarrassment as they brushed against the side of your breasts, or low enough to almost graze your ass, but it all felt so heavenly that you didn't really mind.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" he asked after a bit as his palm worked down your spine.

"Of course you are," you mumbled, drifting off under his ministrations. "You're the perfect man. I've known that since the day I met you."

His hands stilled for a moment, then resumed caressing your back in slow circles. A small voice in the back of your mind told you you should be alarmed, but it was too far away, and you were too comfy. In complete contentment, you felt yourself drift off to sleep.

***

As you slowly awoke to consciousness like a diver resurfacing from a deep sea excursion, you thought that you had never in your life felt so relaxed. The muscles in your body, normally so knotted and tense, were loose and heavy. Well being suffused your whole body. The warmth behind you was firm but pliant, and a light sporadic breeze was drifting over your neck. You could not remember the last time you had slept so well. 

And then it came rushing back. The drive in the storm, the mad dash through the rain when it became clear that the car would not budge, the bed and breakfast, and Magnus. Magnus massaging your back and neck in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as you lay beneath him on the small bed. Magnus, whos limbs were now a tangled mess with your own, and who's head was tucked into the crook of your neck behind you.

"Good morning," a fuzzy voice said, making you shiver as the air from his words hit the nape of your neck. 

"Um, morning," you gulped, trying to put together the end of last night. When you had begun to drift off, you had a feeling that you had said... something. Something you most defiantly should not have.

"None of that," he ordered, sounding stern.

"None of what?" you asked.

"Thinking. I worked far too hard last night getting you to relax to have you ruin it with that overactive brain of yours."

"Thank you for that," you said, swallowing.

"All my pleasure, believe me," he murmured, and you felt him smile against you.

"I doubt that," you said. "We should go see about the car."

To your great surprise, Magnus swore and hoisted himself up onto one elbow.

"Do you know," he said, voice aggrieved, "how damned frustrating you are?"

Stunned you rolled around to face him, hand clutching your robe together. His lips were pursed as he looked down at you, an exasperated expression on his face. 

"I am?" you asked, completely at sea.

"Absolutely! May ask you a question? Why do you think you were assigned to be my partner?"

"Chance?" you ventured.

"I am a senior detective. I outrank almost everyone else in the department, except Kurt and Anne-Britt. And I end up with the new girl?"

"Bad luck?" you tried again.

"It honestly never occurred to you that I requested you?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "That I went to Lisa and all but begged her to assign you to my car? To the point that she has been looking askance at me ever since?"

"You did? Why?" you were absolutely flummoxed.

"Because I liked you, you idiot!" he said, pulling at his blond ringlets. "I wanted a chance to get to know you before the other vultures swooped in. I thought if we spent enough time on stake out together, if you got to know me, that you might..."

"Might what?" you asked, properly confused.

"Might like me too," he said at last, flopping back onto the bed. "But you are the most confusing woman I have ever met! You stare at me -"

"Everyone stares at you, Magnus! You're gorgeous!" you interrupted.

"See, that's my point! You say things like that, you laugh at jokes I make that even I know aren't funny, you seem to like me..."

"I do like you!"

"But then you go all proper and by the book on me. You won't go out for a drink with me after work. You avoid me when I see you in town."

"I do not!" you insisted.

"The other night at the pub?"

"You were with that blond," you sulked.

"You did see me!" he said triumphantly. "That blond was my cousin. I was there hoping to run into you and she was my cover!"

"Seriously?" you stared at him.

"Would I make up something that humiliating?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "So when the car got stuck - and I swear, there was a rabbit - I figured it was my last shot. But I give up. I get it. You're not interested, and I can respect that... And I have just made an utter ass out of myself. I'm going to go take a cold shower. And then jump off a bridge somewhere."

You realized that you had been staring at him blankly, mouth hanging open and giving no indication of the thoughts racing through your mind.

"Magnus! Wait!" you cried suddenly, grabbing his wrist as he made to get out of bed.

He turned and looked at you, blush staining his cheeks. You swallowed and looked down, eyes going wide as you realized that his feet and hands were not the only large things on him, going by the bulge pressing for release in his briefs. You were fairly certain you made a noise that was not words in any language before dragging your eyes back up to his eyes.

"What?" he asked, voice sounding almost sullen.

"I like you too," you spoke the words quietly.

"What?" he asked again, eyes widening.

"I said I like you too," you repeated, a tentative smile tilting up the corners of your lips. "That's why I've been so by the book. If I gave myself even the smallest license around you I would never get any work done. I would just sit there and stare dreamily at you for hours. Or worse, throw myself at you and tear off your clothing."

"I wouldn't call that worse," he remarked.

"I don't go out for drinks with you because I fear letting my tongue loosen around you. I'm afraid I will tell you how you're all I can think about, and I would kill to be with you."

"You mean that?" he asked, beginning to smile in return.

"More than I've ever meant anything in my life," you told him.

"In that case," his hand moved to brush a stray hair out of your face and trace your lips with his thumb. "May I have your permission to kiss you?"

"You may have permission to do what ever you like!" you breathed, meaning it.

"Dangerous words, darling," he said in a dark voice that you felt to your toes.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours. It was gentle at first, almost tentative. He nipped lightly at your lower lip and you gasped, opening enough to let his tongue slide into your mouth. After that, you were lost. At once coaxing and demanding, Magnus drew you into a kiss that set your body aflame. Your arm wrapped around his neck and you fulfilled your dream of burying your hand in his buoyant curls. His own hands were wandering over your body, teasing with the edges of the robe still encasing you.

Pulling away from your lips for a moment, Magnus lifted the cord of the robe and raised an eye at you in silent question. You smiled wantonly and nodded. With a growl, he tore open the tie and pushed the offending garment down your arms before pulling you back flush against him. The heat of his skin, all hard planes and taut muscles, seared into your bare flesh and you raked your fingers down his back. His kisses began trailing a meandering path across your jaw and down your neck, pausing to suck or nip as the went. Helpfully you tilted your head to one side to grant him better access.

"God, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this," he groaned, rolling you onto your back and rising up to look down on you. "You are so beautiful. So smart and sexy."

"Please," you whimpered, tracing his torso with needy fingers. "Please don't stop."

"Oh, don't you worry about that!" he grinned lasciviously. "Unless you tell me to, I am all a go!"

Putting action to words, he was upon you again, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth to suck and torment with his tongue. While he distracted you thus, his hand slid down to glide over the satin of your undies. With a hitched breath you bucked up into his touch and he chuckled with sin. Deft fingers began running over your satin covered lips, teasing and pressing with great skill. When you began thrashing back and forth he gave a low purr and pulled the knickers down and off of you, tossing them to the floor.

"Perfect," he said again, eyes roaming over your body while you writhed beneath him. One long finger pressed against you, slipping within your folds and feeling how wet your were. Magnus hummed in pleasure, biting his lower lip as he slowly inserted the long, slender digit deep within you. "Oh yes, you are going to feel so good around me."

You tried to form words, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpers. With a predatory glint in his eye Magnus quickly shucked his boxers briefs and positioned himself between your thighs. Your knees came up to nestle him in closer and he rocked against you, rubbing the head of his cock through your damp folds.

"Are you ready?" he asked you, pupils blown and strain showing in his face.

You nodded twice, eyes big as they locked with his. Slowly, achingly slowly, Magnus pushed forward and slid into you. It was almost too much as he pulled back and pressed forward to work his way deep within your walls. A long, low groan escaped his lips and his head arched back as he finally bottomed out. You had never felt such stretch before and were grateful that he stilled a moment to let you adjust. When he finally began to move again within you, you discovered that he had more than just size in his favor. Magnus angled deftly to his every spot within you, while the course hairs at his base rasped against your pleasure center. Before long the room was full of the noise of sex - moans, gasps, and the slapping of skin on skin as he drove you both to the edge and over. Your name had never sounded as sweet to your ears as it did when Magnus shouted it in release.

It was some time later when you made your way, tottering a bit but supported by his strong arm around your waist, down the stairs to the counter to check out. The same young woman was working the counter (it was a family establishment) and from the sour look on her face she had heard your very vigorous activity some time before. You settled the account and, hand in hand, made your way to where a tow truck was in the process of pulling Magnus' car out of the muddy ditch on the side of the road.

"Magnus," you said sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Yes love?" he asked, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it.

"I still don't believe you saw a rabbit," you said with a smirk. "But I have never been so happy for an non-existent animal before in my life."

@yespolkadotkitty @caffiend-queen @nonsensicalobsessions @hopelessromanticspoonie

[dokidoki-tae]

Hi I'm sorry to bother you with this, and of course you don't have to write anything if you don't have time or don't want to. But I was wondering if you had bathtime ideas (hc or scenario, sfw or nsfw) for La Squadra men and s/o? I tried looking through your posts in case you already wrote about this. (Sorry if I missed it just in case.) But hmm that's a lot to ask for, so maybe just a scenario w/Prosciutto!? Hope you have a lovely week!

You’re not bothering me at all, my dear! And I have not written about it yet! I wasn’t sure if you were literal about the “bath” as in using the tub or just bathing routine. But I hope this is okay ;w;

Risotto: He prefers showers because they are quick so he can get back to work asap. When his s/o mentions taking a bath together, he’s a little concerned and hesitant. His s/o is a little confused by his reaction, so he takes them to the bathroom and stands next to the tub. Oh right. Risotto is huge; there’s no way he can sit comfortably in that. You’re a little sad that you can’t enjoy a relaxing bath with him, but you realize that showering with him is just as perfect. He towers over you, making it easy to wash your hair. He’s gentle as he massages your scalp. You can barely reach him, so he suggests you clean his body, handing you a washcloth. Your intentions don’t escape him as you gently and carefully scrub his body, running the washcloth and your hands over his muscled form, hands lingering on his abs and chest, grazing his nipples. He comments that you forgot a place and takes your hand and places it on his growing erection. You use the cloth to work him until he’s completely hard, and he picks you up and has you against the wall intended on fucking you to make sure you have a reason to clean yourselves after. 

Prosciutto: He usually only takes baths when he is feeling stressed and tightly wound, which is all the time. So, Prosciutto takes a bath once a week on his day off. When his s/o asks to join him, he’s a bit hesitant because he likes just sipping on wine and reading a book. But he looks at you and evaluates what he prioritizes. You’ve never been a source of his stress. In fact, you’ve done nothing but ease the overwhelming burden he feels sometimes from his job. Combining his bathtime with you would be euphorically blissful. Even so, he sets up rules about bathing together. No splashing is the main one, no talking loudly, no soaps that irritate his nose, no horseplay because he doesn’t want water splashing around, no sex because he doesn’t want to get your fluids mixed in the water. His rules are ridiculous but funny, promising to abide by them. Prosciutto doesn’t abide by them. He doesn’t do anything different when setting up the bath, but the atmosphere is romantic when you’re there and the fire of candles as the only source of light dancing against the walls and you is a little much for him. Several minutes into your bathtime leads to Prosciutto directing you to sit on his lap while he’s fully erect. You tease him, reminding you of the rules, but he says he can make or change rules as he please since it’s his time and bathroom. Ends up taking you right there and will move to fucking you on the bathroom floor since water keeps slashing out and the tub is a bit cramp. 

Pesci: He’s a pretty big guy but not so big you can’t enjoy bathing together. He doesn’t utilize the tub because he sees no reason. When you mention it’s to relax, he lists other ways he relaxes. Prosciutto has to tell him that couples bathing together is meant to be relaxing. Pesci calls you as soon as he learns this and yells into the receiver that he’d like to bathe with you. You two bathing together is less sexual and more fun. Pesci takes bathing literally and innocently washes your hair and body. You’re both naked and have your hands all over each other, but it’s completely innocent. You’re laying against him and Pesci has his hands wrapped around your stomach as you listen about his week and he listens about yours. Pesci IS gazing at you, taking mental pictures of your current position. This type of intimacy is new to him and he can’t help but feel grateful that he has someone to share these type of moments with. When you out and dried, you both crawl into bed together, still nude, and use each other’s body heat to stay warm. 

Formaggio: Doesn’t take baths. They just aren’t his thing. You might find him once or twice when you visit, but only cause he got super drunk and someone put him in there or he got in there himself. When you press him about taking one with you, he agrees immediately because he intends for things to get saucy. You can get him to relax if you use scents he’s not used to, so fruity ones will work. He’s not used to those scents unless you’re the one wearing it. But he likes it but can’t let himself wear it because of his dumb man pride, he prefers to stay smelling musky. He can be really playful especially if there are bubbles. He’ll scoop some up and blow them at you if you’re sitting on opposite ends. He might make bubble beards and just plain act like a kid. Watch out though, if you are sitting on opposite ends, facing each other, he will try to stick his big toe between your folds (if you have a vagina) or your ass. He’s weird. 

Illuso: Prefers baths over showers, and everyone hates him for it because he takes so long in the bathroom. He sits in the tub to relax and then turns on the shower to rinse himself when he’s ready to get out. He uses that time for himself, so he keeps it hidden from his you for a while cause he wants his “me” time. You can entice him though if you promise to spoil and indulge him. It ends with Illuso between your legs, his back against your front and you gentle massaging his favorite shampoo into his locks. It’s a special privilege since he rarely allows anyone to touch his hair. Only really allowing Prosciutto since he values haircare, and you when you’re pulling at it when your having sex. This is your opportunity to kiss and nip at his shoulder and neck since Illuso tones down his bravado during bathtime. You first massage his stomach as you nip his neck and roam down and take his cock into your hands and work him until he’s bucking into your hand. This is the best way to spoil him.

Melone: Melone takes you shopping to buy bath items you’ll enjoy. He makes it about you and has a list of things he’d like to do for you. For a while, you’re the one who’s sitting in the bath, and Melone is out waiting on you hand-and-foot. He massages your aching feet and back and even your hands. It’s a little much and you have to beg him to get undress and join you; you want him to relax too. He teases you, asking if you want to be massaged elsewhere. You flick water at him playfully, saying you just want him to relax but giggle that aren’t opposed to doing other things if it helps him relax. He gently moves you so he’s sitting against the tub and has you sit facing him. His hands are placed on your hips and he kneads circles with his thumb. You press your forehead against his, relaxing thanks to his magical touch. Melone has a way of making these moments sweet and sensual. You lay your head on his chest as one of his hands remain planted on your hip and the other gentle strokes your back. Silence is the only thing you hear until Melone starts softly humming a song and you follow right after. You rise to stare lovingly into his eyes and lean in and bring him into a passionate kiss, which he returns. His hands move to roam your bottom, prodding your entrance to prepare you for him

Ghiaccio: Ask him to take a bath with you because he needs to “relax” and cue him yelling at you about how he is relaxed. He’ll deny your requests again and again when you ask because he hates baths. He doesn’t like just sitting there. He gets bored and wants to get out after less than 5 minutes. He knows; he tried it out when you first asked and he said no. The right time to get him is when you prepare the bath and prepare to get in and yell for him to come into the bathroom, unsuspecting. Either have a towel wrapped around you or an easy to remove robe and drop it in front of him to reveal your bare form and ask him to join you again. He’ll gawk at you, eyeing you up-and-down and agree through gritted teeth; you got him. He might have an erection as he undresses, you prepare yourself. He’ll refrain from groping/fondling you but will break and play with your chest and nipples. You naked form is what encouraged him to get in in the first place, so he wants to be able to play with you at least. Might reach down and massage your intimate area, stating he’s making sure you’re clean every inch of yourself.

Sorbet & Gelato: Gelato suggests it and you and Sorbet kind just give him a quizzical look. He does know that the three of you will definitely not fit in any of the tubs at their base or at your home. You know since you’ve tried. Normally it ends up being you and Gelato, you and Sorbet, or Gelato and Sorbet. Never all three of you. Gelato jokingly suggests that you can use a kiddie pool since it’s bigger, which he takes back when you hit him with a pillow. Sorbet begins thinking about renovating one of the bathrooms to install a larger tub and starts mumbling about the expenses, mostly to himself than with either of you. Gelato dramatically announces he’s made a reservation at a hotel and emphasizes it has an oversized jacuzzi tub. Gelato pulls out bath bombs, bath salts, bubble bath soap, from his bag. He’s really into it. He’s picked out scents you’ll all like mostly making sure Sorbet likes them since he’s the most sensitive when it comes to smell. Sorbet orders shower first so the water is clean from any of the mildew or dirt on your bodies. There is always some level of foreplay when showering with them especially Gelato since he lives to clean sensitive places for a longer time than necessary. Sorbet is more practical and prefers to get in and out ASAP. Depending on the mood, anyone can end up sandwiched between the other two. This time your sitting against Sorbet and Gelato laying his head on your chest. Regardless, you can expect Gelato to be upfront about his advances and take your nipple into his mouth while he plays with Sorbet’s. And Sorbet moves his hands south and kneading and rubbing you until you’re moaning. Based on the number of things Gelato has brought, you might be in for a long and fun night.

[negasonicimagines]

Sexy Alphabet (350 Follower Special)

Since no one requested any letters, I decided I’d post the full list using the prompts by astral-writings & then if you want to request a letter for me to fufill using my own original alphabet, then you can submit a letter via the ask or messaging features. Anyways, here goes...

A is for Aftercare...What does she do and act like after sex?

Ellie enjoys taking care of you afterwards, considering it pretty much part of the act. She always cuddles you in whatever position you like, and enjoys praising you. She’ll do just about anything you ask if it’ll put a smile on your face.

B is for Bondage… Is she into BDSM? How far will she go if she has a green light?

Ellie loooooves to tie you up and have you at her mercy. She’s willing to experiment if it’s what you want, but isn’t overly rough and definitely isn’t into anything she deems “gross.”

C is for Cum… Pretty self explanatory.

She loves making you cum, and will do it as many times as you’ll let her. Ellie likes it when you get her off, but prioritizes you.

D is for Dom… Is she dominant, submissive, a switch?

Ellie is totally dominant and loves having control over you. She thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you’re submitting to her. Ellie might sub every now and then if she’s tired or for her partner’s sake, because she doesn’t hate it, but definitely prefers domming.

E is for Edgeplay… What riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.) is she into?

Ellie isn’t into anything super dangerous, but she’ll choke you if you ask (and realize just how much she likes it.) She’d definitely experiment with teasing you with a knife, but wouldn’t cut you with it. She wouldn’t be particularly into anything at first, mostly enjoying you enjoying yourself, but she’d quickly find herself into choking upon partaking in it for you. She’d like the feeling of control and the quiet little sounds that you’d make. She especially likes telling you that you’re not allowed to breathe until you cum.

F is for Fantasy… What’s a fantasy of hers?

She is super into the thought of overstimulating you, but isn’t sure how to bring it up.

G is for Got Caught… How would she react to being caught having sex?

Depending on who catches you two, she’d likely just do her best to hide your naked forms and tell whoever it is to fuck off. Might throw something at them if she thinks she can get away with it.

H is for Hot Spots… What’s a place that quickly turns her on upon being touched?

Ellie’s “hot spot” is her back, 100%. If it’s been a long, hard day, due to a mission, training, or just the stresses of life, and you offer her a massage, it’s leading to sex for sure. Touching her back is the only way you can get her to let you make her cum first, because it loosens her up to the point she’s truly willing to let you do whatever you want. It sends exciting tingles throughout her body, but it also relaxes her so much.

I is for Intimacy… How romantic is she before, during, and after sex?

Ellie is definitely caring, but she’s not usually over-the-top romantic unless it’s her birthday, yours, or a holiday like Valentine’s Day. She can super romantic if you or her has had a tough day. Basically, it’s just like your non-sexual interactions.

J is for Journey… What’s her ideal way of leading up to sex?

Ellie loooooves to prime you with wet kisses to your neck and chest, taking your clothes off but by bit. She can be a teaser, but sometimes prefers getting to the point. Loves foreplay either way.

K is for Kinks…  What are her kinks, typical and/or especially deviant?

DIRTY TALK. Also, Ellie quickly gets into choking if you are, and she also likes tying you up (as previously said.) She’s mostly into whatever gets you off as long as it isn’t too gross or taboo. Ellie would like being called Daddy for sure, but it’d fluster her quite a bit at first.

L is for Location… Where does she like to have sex at? Does she like risky locations?

Ellie doesn’t intend do have sex publicly, but she will definitely finger you in a movie theatre if she gets bored of whatever’s on the screen. Sometimes you take her to boring movies on purpose. (She knows this, no matter how sly you think you are.) She prefers privacy, but other than that doesn’t care about what furniture it’s done on, though a bed is easiest.

M is for Masturbation… How is she when she gets herself off? What does she enjoy?

If Ellie has any dirty pictures of you, that’s her go-to. She really likes to sext when you’re apart, whether it’s during the summer when she goes home to her family, or when one of you is on a mission for a while. Ellie can sext with a straight face, and will, just to see you blush or to help you get off when she doesn’t have the same level of privacy. Sometimes you’ll send her ridiculously dirty texts (or pictures, if you do that) to try and fluster her, but the most you’ve gotten out of her so far is a pleasantly surprised expression. She’s a pretty quiet masturbator, living in a house with lots of other people for most of the year; however, she will put on a show for you.

N is for NO… What are a few things that she will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do?

Ellie will NOT hit you, other than spanking. Definitely not into scat or piss, either.

O is for Ons… Turn-ons, to be exact. What are hers?

You. Just… You.

P is for Position...  What’s her favorite sexual position?

Depends on the act. When you finger Ellie, she likes for you to sit in between her legs so she can look at all of you while you do it. When you eat her out, it really just depends on her mood. Sometimes Ellie likes to ride your face & sometimes she prefers your head between her thighs and her hands in your hair, guiding you as well as praising you between moans. When she fingers you, she prefers to be in a sort of imitation of missionary, directly on top of you while she finger-fucks you.

Q is for Quickie... Does she like it? Does she prefer it over “actual” sex?

She definitely doesn’t prefer quickies, but if you two are horny and lacking time, she definitely doesn’t mind, either. It might even make her realize she’s sort of into clothed sex.

R is for Rough…  Is she rough in bed? If so, how rough?

Ellie likes being rough in a more conventional way (biting your neck, digging her nails into you, pulling your hair) and will progress a little further (spanking, choking) if you ask, but isn’t into anything hardcore. She doesn’t want to truly hurt you, ever.

S is for Stamina… How long she can go before she tap out?

Both of you being teenagers, you two can go on and on and on… But, eventually, one (or both) of you does get tired.

T is for Toys... Does she use toys? Does she own them? If so, what kind?

Ellie doesn’t really prefer being penetrated with a strap-on or other kinds of toys, but she definitely likes fucking you with them. She also likes to use vibrators, on you or her.

U is for Unfair… How much does she tease you, and how does she tease you?

When Ellie’s in the mood to tease you, she can do a variety of things. She loves to tease you by sending you dirty texts when you can’t do anything about it, or tracing her fingers up your inner thigh under a table, creeping up to where you need her most and then sliding back down, so slowly. She might even do both at the same time, all while chewing bubblegum and working on homework. Ellie teases you until she gets bored of it.

V is for Volume… How loud does she get when having sex? What are some things she might say?

Ellie swears often, groans a little more than she moans or whines. She enjoys your reaction to her saying your name enough to go out of her way to incorporate it into her moans when she isn’t sure what to say. She is loud and vocal as fuck when there’s the privacy to be, liking to boost your confidence and just let loose, but otherwise isn’t very loud.

W is for Wild Card… A random letter for Yukio!

D is for Dom! Yukio is a dominant-leaning switch, which leads to some complications in the sexual component of hers and Ellie’s relationship. They make it work, though. (This is one reason they’re excited to have the reader as a third.)

X is for X-Ray… How does she look with their clothes off?

Ellie usually wears a sports bra and boxers, sometimes will wear a girlier, sexier set (definitely black) to surprise and fluster you. 

Y is for Yearning... How often does she need to have sex?

Ellie doesn’t “need” sex, but she usually is pretty horny. She would never pressure you, though, and is perfectly content with getting off in the shower or whatever if you don’t feel like sex for any reason. You guys usually do at least something every night, though.

Z is for Zzz… How quickly does she fall asleep after having sex?

How quickly Ellie falls asleep after sex depends entirely on how many rounds there were. She’s typically a night owl and cuddles you to sleep, but will crash earlier than usual if you two’s actions have really taken it out of her.

[lilmajorshawty]

PLUTO THE UNKIND(Pluto through the houses)🦂🌑

First housers:

First house Pluto natives, are a presence to behold both in their expression and their dominating personalities to match. Since we are in the house of the “self” and Pluto is the planet of “death and rebirth” there is a continuous emphasis for make overs and transformations in the lives of these people. Often times they have alpha personalities without trying and tend to put a crowd in silence when they enter a room. They are strong in will and have a very blunt and straightforward means of expressing themselves. They can have sharp and eagle like features(this can be doubled depending on how strong Pluto’s influence is) and they can have structured and noticeable jaws! The eyes can be dark in color and very intimidating. The hair is thick and for some it’s curly in nature. The skin can also be oily and acne can be a thing in the early years-and these people have beautiful skin! Olive and or Carmel in complexion in some cases. They tend to walk like serpents and can have a defensive way of moving that creates space from their surrounding environment. They’re very intense and have a naturally magnetic Aura about them.

Sex: in your face, powerthemes-who’s in control you or I? Feel my body-let’s fight for he pleasure. (Aggressive and raw sex:sex that has an explosive and animalistic edge) hair pulling.(Can have very bare sexual organs! Kind of look like they should just be naked all together)

-Leonardo DiCaprio, Beyoncé knowles, Britney Spears, Keanu Reeves, Justin Bieber.

🥀Beyoncé ghost/haunted.

2nd housers:

Second house Pluto natives are paradoxical in nature, they can be very secretive when it comes to their items and possessions, be it lovers/close family/their own resources like clothes or money or even themselves as a whole. They always maintain some amount of emotional and sentimental distance from outsiders and can have clannish tendencies towards those they don’t know well as opposed to those whom they’ve been close to for years. They have a intensified sensuality about them and can prioritize the more physical and earthy aspects of relating to others and tend to judge and observe how others react to situations and life situations on a “close up” level. They have an intense relationship with money and may have struggled with it being taken from them or being scarce during the early years which causes them to hold it near and dear to them as they age. These natives love very hard and can be paradoxical in the sense that they’re either slow moving and passive in romance or they’re intense and overwhelming.

Sex: sensual and an exploration of the body, how do you ignite my senses? How do I become your aphrodisiac. Teasing and prolonged touch. Oral sex and neck stimulation. (Can have heavy set/really thickesh looking sexual organs that are very beautiful to look at)

-Johnny Depp, Uma Thurman,Bill gates, Harry styles, Emma Watson,Mark zuckerberg, Arnold Schwarzenegger

🥀bonobo x Andreya Tirana eyesdown.

3rd housers:

Third house Pluto natives are what I like to call “heavy talkers” they talk and think with a deep and cutting intensity that is both noticeable in the words they speak and the ideals they cling too. They tend to be fixed in their own beliefs and not in a close minded way or a my way or the high way mentality either-it’s in a more moralistic standard type of way. They don’t like foul treatment and have a notable disgust towards those who over extended their power for bad reasons. They have a natural power and authority to their words and have a 1 on 1 way of speaking even if it’s a crowd that happens to be their audience. They hold people to no expectation and view everyone as there bare and raw selves but that being said that makes them in a way hard to reach on an intimate level due to their aversion to the more superficial aspects of life. They can be immensely intellectual and practically genius when it comes to human nature-they just know how to work a person in their favor. The why and how of things runs through their mind often and they can be quite sexually minded but have an easy time of presenting a stone face even when thinking the most grotesque of scenes.

Sex:stimulate me, the subversive lingo and enticing wordplay. Talk to me dirty-sexting and telephone sex. Nudes and provocative webcaming. Hand jobs and fingering come to mind here. Anything involving time and hands-think quickies. (Can have thin/skinny sexual organs)

-Angelina Jolie, Martin Luther king, Julia Roberts, Justin Timberlake, Napoleon |

🥀 Kendrick Lamar ADHD

4th housers:

Pluto in the fourth house natives are as one would say emotionally transformative. Unlike Lilith in the 4th that can come across as emotionally detached and in a sense aloof-those with Pluto in the 4th can seem almost too emotionally present and can have a way of surrounding a room in their aura of depth no matter their environment. There is a tendency for them to be straight faced in the face of others yet those who cry in the silence of their own comfort. They are extremely resilient and even more privy to the manipulative and exploitative nature of man and because of this they’re not only protective of themselves but those whom they hold dear. They can have very complex emotions no matter their moon sign and can have a very scorpionic themed childhood full of secrecy,loyalty,deception, early sexual influences and strong female guidance and seeing women as a powerful and sole providing source. Mother may have been obsessive and maybe overly intrusive but was intensely loving in her own way and held the child close even at times if it were too close.

Sex: very emotional in nature-very dependent on the mood and often times can shed tears depending on how intense the connection. May fall in love or grow attached after sex and will have a hard time letting go of the person. Likes positions that require intimacy and face to face. Breast and for men also the breast and the face. (Soft and thick sexual organs.)

-Selena Gomez, Kanye West, Ben Affleck, Tyra Banks, Charles Manson.

🥀 lil Silva ft sampha salient Sarah

5th housers:

Pluto in the fifth housers are extremely self aware, in fact one of their most standout qualities is their atmospheric energy-they naturally encompass intensity and have a residual darkness about them. Most cases they have a strong relationship with their sexuality and at times naturally express this via body movement and the way they go about doing things. They’re no stranger to obsession and even less a stranger to thrill. They live their lives in a daring fashion and have a willful personality that can undermine even the highest person in power-they don’t stand down and hate being ordered about no matter who you are. Both men and women here have a thing for earned dominance and prefer to be in the presence of people whom are authentic and aware-they don’t do well with people who “act” or “wear mask” and have a tendency to ice these people out. They have a naturally overwhelming energy and for some it can be intimidating and nerve racking being in their presence early on due to how “them” they are. Relationships are often HEATED. And often times they attract people and lovers from a last life. A lot of their “flings” get serious and end up becoming really passionate love affairs that also tend to burn out after the karma is dealt with. People crave their energy and often times they attract a lot of strong Saturn and Pluto energy. They can obsessed over their creative endeavors and can also be moody in how or when they feel like being “creative” they are some of the most amazing artist and performers!! But once again they’re moody and it really depends on when they feel like expressing their artistic side. Relationships take a tol on them and when they fail it can serve as a medium for transformation for these individuals!

Sex: passion,Passion, PASSION. An insatiable and primal encounter-sex to the point of exhaustion and intoxication. This is a deep penetration placement and these natives tend to crave deep intimacy in sexual endeavors. Back and spine. (Can have natural looking and a bit on the more wild side looking sexual organs)

-John Lennon, Lady Gaga, Mariah Carey, Robert Patterson, Adele, Coco Chanel

🥀Rihanna question existing

6th housers:

For natives with Pluto in the 6th house there is a strong projection of the will in the workplace. Honestly the work place can be shady and downright agitating for these natives. Your workers can and tend to be of a more private and serious nature and at times can either demand to much of you or do much behind and out of your line of sight. Caution is advised here with being to trusting of your co workers because let’s just say-some of them are out to get on top. Work is also the source of greatest spiritual growth and transformation and often times you learn and get a lot of life lessons from work for better or worse. Their might often be some more intimate and sexual themes that play out at work such as workers using sex as a bargaining chip to get a position, such as office sex and or sexual manipulation such as pimps and prostitution(this is not set in stone or guaranteed by the way-it’s just one of the ways this aspect may manifest) people view many of these natives as indefinite and immensely capable-you’re a juggernaut when it comes to getting your job done and these natives have a noticeable coldness to the way they express themselves rooted in excellence and superiority. Might be the types to love aggressive and or scary animals as pets-and animals many be intense towards these individuals and vice versa!

Sex: this can point to a need for sex in the day to day or some sort of physical release for health reasons and just to overall feel good! Sex to please and sex with unequal themes invited such as worship or satisfaction of the partner. Anal sex is sometimes a commonality here. The lower and upper stomache area.(can be petite in appearances and look very neat sexual organs wise)

-Michael Jackson, George Clooney, Shakira, Miley Cyrus, Lana del Rey, Amy winehouse, Kristen Stewart, Demi Moore.

🥀donny Hathaway someday we’ll all be free.

7th housers:

These natives are VERY VERY PASSIONATE. Since the 7th house not only rules the house of marriage and partnership on a 1-1 setting romantic and otherwise, these natives approach these themes in a very Plutonian fashion. They crave deep intimacy and usually unconsciously attract and seek out this intensity-but be it that this is the house of reflections and shadows these natives often are frightened of what comes there way and the depth and passion they’ve invited to their doorstep. For better or worse they want a soul reaching love and one that allows them to let their walls down and merge on the deepest of levels with their s/o but it takes many years upon years to open up to this concept on a realistic level. This is mainly because love scares them and truly leaves them at their most vulnerable as often the house Pluto is in even more than the moon shows where your soul is at its most weak. They want and crave solace and often times are scared of it simultaneously. Being with these natives is going to be a trial but one worth your wild if you’re willing to put up with their behavior that is purely done out of fear. They’d do anything for those they love and place a high value on love even though it depletes them and leaves them drained. They can be harsh to those whom them really love and can be very difficult when they love you-but they’re love although complex is SOO deep and SOO sincere. “They don’t really think they’re that intense-it’s everyone else that’s taking things to seriously”

Sex: very mutual based-I want to please you, I want to love you-when you’re happy so am I-you climax-I climax. Sex is both passionate and emotional-take on the feelings of the partner. Positions that allow mutual intimacy and eye to eye. The buttocks.(very pretty looking sexual organs-can be petite or thick depending)

-Barack Obama, Rihanna, Mahatma Ghandi, Ryan Gosling, David Bowie, kourtney Kardashian, Naomi Campbell, anti-Christ(supposedly)

🥀yaeji passionfruit (this is so good)

8th housers:

These natives are the equivalent of there ever was one of hell. They’re the embodiment of tribulation and rebirth and can be some of the most powerful and intense souls you’ll meet. Despite contrary belief since Pluto is at home these natives tend to have a very free and almost whimsical attitude about themselves-they’re confident and self assured and carry themselves strong. They don’t allow they’re emotions to freely devour them nor do they wear it on their face. They usually have an intimate relationship with their own personal feelings and prefer to handle their more darker tendencies alone. They have a non trusting personality and are the hardest people to get to know out of all the Pluto in the housers. They can have a very loner attitude and dislike anyone for any reason feelings as though they’re relying on them. They’re both self sufficient and driven and have a very GUARDED presence. Despite their carefree side they’re very intimidating and have very black or white views on how they interact with others. Intimacy is seen by them as something that demands maturity and restraint and they have an immense amount of sexual control. Sex runs rampant in their minds in some cases-or not at all there is no inbetween. And sex here takes on a life force and these natives at times use sex as a weapon and can be very easily manipulative and perceptive beyond anything you’d be able to see coming. They embody Pluto yet the scary thing is that you’d never know.

Sex: intense and emotionally incredible. Serpent movements and speed. Sensuality and losing control. There can be a death like feeling during sex once climax is reached and albeit sex is powerful with these natives it’s draining on their bodies so all though it may not happen often it’s an intense scene to behold. Lumbar region and upper thighs. Oral and cullingas. Also another deep penetration placement. (Sharp looking sexual organs and may be veiny if male)

-Jesus Christ(wow yas figures!), Adolf hitler, Christiana Aguilera, Elvis Presley,Marlon Brando, Oprah Winfrey, Bruce lee.

🥀snoh aalegra worse

9th housers:

Okay, these natives have a strong moral constitution-and what’s even more so many of them are immensely mature beyond their time. They approach life with a grounded and serious demeanor and aren’t the types to joke or play with the idea of morality or the concepts of others or themselves. They are usually private about religion and often have complex and even dubious relationships with it. It’s not something as simple as bending a knee nor is it’s something as simple as a holy building to them it’s something much more and something in which many spend much time trying to understand. Much like Pluto in the first these natives undergo many changes of the ego and can seem like A different person at many points in there life. A noticeable theme here is comfortability. Many natives with this placements have a deep understanding of themselves-even on a sexual level. Many aren’t threatened by the “if” factor and most don’t feel threatened by others beliefs of feelings of them. They know who they are and no one living or dead will change that.

Sex: bountiful and vast. Tend to have a hug appetite for sex but see sex as something fun and playful rather than an obsession or need. Thighs and oil/lubricant items. (Says some may have bigger sexual organs than usual)

-Nicki Minaj, Hilary Clinton, Brad Pitt, Ellen Degeneres, Winona Ryder, Demi lavoto.

🥀sza drew Barrymore

10th housers:

The ELITE and the SUPERIOR is how I’d describe those with this placement. There’s a very powerful and commanding nature about these individuals. They come across as very earthy and connected to their environment and bodies and have a pretty acute awareness of their crowd and those around them. They feel the changes and the shifts in the actions and natures of those around them. They take life itself seriously not just the world of the public and I’ve noticed many of them to have good relations with their family yet completely disconnected in the sense that their family seems to not really know who they are deep down. They can have a more explicit and intense internet persona and public look. They can have naturally earthy beauty to them be it makes or female and have a very naturally sensual look to them! They’re hard to read and don’t easily involve their emotions in anything they do-so it can be hard to gauge their level of emotional investment in anything they’re doing. They do not fuck around(excuse my language) when it comes their public image or jobs and hate being the topic of discussion.

Sex: the theme of control runs strong here. There’s a tendency to challenge their lovers and those they get sexually involved with-the idea of being unable to hold up their persona-the idea of submission in the face of domination. Bdsm. (The knees and the middle to lower thigh. )(can have an earthy and polite look to the sexual organs! They can be soft much like the 4th house)

-Tom Cruise, Taylor Swift, Kim Kardashian, Eminem, Prince, Ariana grande, Paris Hilton.

🥀charlotte Gainsbourg rest.

11th housers:

This is kinda a “your friends are not my friends” placement and these natives can have very high priority on their friendships that often can cause a lot of damage and wounding to them if their friends aren’t as loyal and protective of their friendships as they are. They tend to show they’re more intense and brooding qualities around they’re friends and due to Pluto’s influence here they also attract the same type of energy back. Their views towards groups and revolutions can be baffling and many have a more odd and out their approach when it comes to groups and communities. They may even outright seek to control them. They also tend to have a sometimes harsh view towards order and structure and may periodically struggle with relating to the idea of it and them in the same sentence. They sometimes mix sex and friendships together and this is at times a bad idea because a lot of the time it not only makes things develop into something neither party was asking for but it can also alienate you from your friend-groups. The friends tend to be strong in nature and can have magnetic and captivating personalities! And these natives are also usually popular and have an easy time getting a following because of their own innate captivating personality that often infatuates many for better or worse.

Sex: Power is a theme for sex here-disputes the airy nature of this house, sex that allows them to be on top or feel above fulfills some here. Sex with friends and or those whom they’ve crushes on-as well as being turned on by lower vibration and higher vibration conversation and communication. That weird stuff. Imagine a boiling room party-with the Florecent blue to yellow lights. (So here is the calves and ankles and inbetween the breast and the pecks.)(can have an angular look to them! Can look like bananas for guys and may have something unique about them for males and females)

-Scarlett Johansson, Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Anniston, Bruce Willis, Bill Clinton.

🥀disclosure boiling

12th housers:

These natives are what I like to call an enigma. They often portray themselves in a way that is completely opposite from who they really are. They often present an easy going and passive demeanor and one that is both compressed and non-explosive as a means to control themselves. This is not to say they’re not beautiful and kind hearted; they truly are immensely healing and tender hearted people with a love as expansive as the universe itself but there’s often another side to them that many with this placement either choose to ignore or that they choose to disengage with. And for those aware of it there can be a tendency to be frightened of their more “powerful side” they have powerful emotions and at times these emotions can overwhelm even them. They’re not open by any means and out of all the housers dare I say even Pluto in the eighth they loathe opening up and hate anyone seeing the more intense and deep side of them. They are both extremely resilient and stronger than any in terms of what they’ve been through and what they can tolerate. They constantly rise from the ashes behind the shadows and deal with some of life’s most vicious of karmic lessons. They have an almost breathtaking intensity hidden below there cheery smiles and can often have a resting face that shows their true feelings with out them realizing it. They’re unconscious movements are aggressive and at times come across as very intense and agitated.

Sex: a world separating experience and can often have a romantic and seemingly soul touching level of depth to it. Can be sacrificial in sex but despite this they might sleep around in an attempt to find true peace through the act but a lot of them get used sexually and it truly hurts them.(the feet! Aha and really the finger tips and the lips) (can have very sensitive and translucent sexual organs! Can be undefinable or look different depending on the viewer)

-Marylin Monroe, Donald trump, Madonna,Steve jobs, Katy perry, Kurt kobain, Freddie Mercury.

🥀Florence + the machine long & lost

[purgatoryandme]

Between Scenes

Takes place during chapter 34 of Illuminate Me when Bucky and Tony try to sleep in the same room.

Tony stepped out of the shower, the sound of his wet feet padding across the floor painting an image for Bucky despite his closed eyes. He could hear the rustle of clothing (old worn out band tees and flannel sleep pants were Tony’s favoured pjs. He’d made jokes about sleeping naked until Bucky started guarding his room), Tony’s exhausted mumbling (would he be rubbing at the water caught in his eyelashes? Sweeping it away like he tried to sweep away his exhaustion?), and the spatter of water (Tony always shook himself like a dog to dry his hair. Never towelled it off properly - always goin’ to bed and gettin’ his pillow wet. Bucky’s hand itched to take over the task).  “You can open your eyes, you won’t see my Ass-ets.”  Tony chuckled, sighing when Bucky didn’t even crack a smile.  “How long has it been since you actually got some sleep, Rip Van Wrinkles?” Tony continued to prod, nudging Bucky with his foot when he still failed to respond. Bucky’s fingers simply curled around Tony’s damp skin, taking a moment to centre himself, before he grumbled under his breath at the effort it took to stand. The world spun for a moment and suddenly Tony’s hands were gripping his waist.  “Ok, that’s it. I’m not tolerating this anymore.” That was Tony’s Director Stark tone. Despite himself, Bucky whined a bit (he’d known Tony would get tired of his constant hovering, but he didn’t understand - he couldn’t be left alone. Something would happen. There were a million risks-). The fingers on Bucky’s waist tightened as he tried to straighten and push Tony back into his bedroom. “We’re not going there.”  Tony said, firmly stepping around Bucky’s attempts to nudge him, refusing to let go,  “We’re going to your room. C’mon, I’ll even put on the jacket.” Bucky stood by in confusion as Tony hurried off, rustling around in his room, before reappearing with his hair dripping all over Bucky’s blue jacket. “At least...” Bucky waved at his hair, trying to tamp down on the pounding headache that had been coming back for an encore appearance since Tony had first stepped into his (low-flow, excessively hot) shower. Tony squinted at him,  “Do it for me if you want it done so bad.”  Bucky’s hand spasmed and he frowned at it. He wouldn’t risk doing such a delicate task like this. He could hurt Tony- Who was grinning triumphantly (that little shit-).  “If I can’t get you to prioritize your own safety,” He sing-songed, shaking his hair out again and snorting when Bucky wrinkled his nose,  “I’ll get you to prioritize mine. Now let’s go to your room, Sleepless in Seattle.”  “Wasn’t that a romcom?” Bucky mumbled, following in Tony’s wake nonetheless (as if he were ever going to do anything else - especially not after Tony responded, “I love romcoms. Maybe we’ll watch a few, braid each other’s hair - the works.”). 

Back in his own room, Bucky spent the better part of half an hour trying to shove Tony into the safe place underneath his bed without words. All of his attempts were met with a swift and blunt, 

“Hell no.”  Until Tony simply rolled his eyes and climbed into his bed, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky once he was half-buried in the sheets. Bucky might’ve felt like complete an utter shit, but he was willing to focus his brain for at least a few seconds on such a beautiful sight (Tony looked tiny like this, tucked away in layers of fabric, the edges of Bucky’s jacket collar just barely peeking out from the plain linens -  just enough to remind Bucky that Tony wasn’t completely undressed).  The quirked eyebrow lifted a little higher as Tony wriggled himself into a more comfortable position (that shimmy was probably the most precious thing Bucky has ever seen).  “I know you’re not one for talking right now, Oh Silent Night, so I won’t ask what the hold up is. Instead, I’m gonna tell you: stop having a hold up. Get under the bed, Barnes, or so help me God I’ll shove you under it myself.”  Tony grumbled. Bucky’s exhausted mind barely managed to parse the good humour from the worry in his tone, hardly managing to shoot Tony a tiny smile before clambering into his hidey-hole.  A sleepless hour passed wherein Bucky focused on Tony’s breathing (unchanged - he was awake, too) and on the door. Then, suddenly, Tony muttered,  “Can’t fucking believe I’m doing this...”  And slung his hand over the edge of the bed, hanging just low enough to be within Bucky’s reach comfortably. He’d even picked the right side. But...there was no way it was what Bucky thought, right? As if he were reading his mind, Tony sighed, his voice suddenly seeming so much closer than before,  “The hand is for you, Bucky-Monster. I’m not dangling it here for anything else that hides under beds. C’mon, my palms are cold.” Hesitantly, head still pounding (how long had it been since he’d slept...?), Bucky intertwined their fingers. Tony’s hands were large. The tips of his fingers and much of his palms were rough with calluses, scraping against the ones on Bucky’s own hands. Tiny silvery scars peppered every square inch - Bucky found himself brushing the very tips of his fingers over them (Tony’s arm shivered in his grip, but didn’t pull away). It was soothing - having Tony here with him, actually present, focused on Bucky...it was nice. Nice enough to slip into a fitful sleep at last. 

Since the universe hated him, Bucky shouldn’t have been surprised to wake up from a wet dream. He was surprised, though. Confused as all Hell, hard enough to hurt, and sweat-soaked, too. Fuck, fuck, Tony was right above his head- “Calm down, Boner Boy. I’m not bothered beyond the damp palms. Thought you’d tried to prank me with the old ‘hand in a glass of water’ trick and was pretty fucking offended.”  Tony’s voice was scratchy and rough - still exhausted. What time was it? How long had he even been asleep? Against his will, Bucky’s hand clenched tightly around Tony’s, his sweaty palms making getting a grip hard (By Mary and a Catholic Priest, right, hard. This was the worst. It was like being a teenager all over again - go AWAY, think of something terrible, ok, ok, moving was not an option). “I’d be more offended if you didn’t have wet dreams about me, to be honest.”  Tony was saying, sleep-rough voice fitting seamlessly into Bucky’s dream (where Tony’s voice had been roughened a different way) and nope, nope, not going there. No.  “I haven’t gone to bed with anybody in long enough that a lack of interest would be an ego blow. It’s human, hey-” Bucky was never going to sleep again. Ever. Sweet Baby Jesus, this man barely tolerated him and here he was, perving all over him and holding his hand (he still couldn’t - he couldn’t quite let go) while he slept.  “Was I at least any good in your little fantasy? Because it sounded like-” Bucky cut Tony’s rambling (rambling, not flirting. It was rambling. Probably nervous rambling) off with a miserable groan.  “Well...”  Tony mumbled, his fingers twitching in Bucky’s grip,  “That wasn’t a happy noise. I’ll have to give my dream self a talking to.” Tony was shifting above him, probably ready to peer under the bed, and wow, no, Bucky did not want to be seen in this state. He tried to release Tony’s hand, preferably to cover himself, however found that Tony’s grip had strengthened.  “Ok, the ‘you’re only human’ talk has never been my best work. I’m just gonna...I’m just gonna let that one go. Not let you go, though. It’s like...ass o’ clock in the morning and you haven’t slept NEARLY enough to go back to your brooding shadow routine, Sleepless Beauty.”  Tony said, slowly settling himself back onto the mattress. His thumb was rubbing gently across Bucky’s knuckles (and not helping Bucky’s case at all - all it did was remind him of the one time Tony kissed his hand in excitement, what it felt like to have his lips brush against Bucky’s skin, the scrape of his beard-).  “Maybe my speeches about humanity suck because I’m the really boring version of a cyborg. Whadaya think, Buck-E-Bot? Cyborg to cyborg, can you deliver inspiring speeches about the birds and the bees? Puberty? Piston action?”  Tony’s laugh was throaty, whisky-warm, and far more intimate than any other noise Bucky had ever heard him make. It had him smiling despite himself, though shame still burned low in his belly.  “The reason I look like this...it’s a virus.” Tony said, all traces of laughter gone, only seriousness remaining,  “That and nanobots in my blood. My whole body is a machine now. I should still age, but it won’t be quite...right. It won’t be the same - I don’t even know if I’ll ever get to be a silver fox again. Robots dictate my healing now, the beating of my heart, the way my skin-” The hand in Bucky’s gains a soft glow, a map of veins standing out in the darkness of Bucky’s room,  “Does that thing. Not human, any of it. My brain has servers, uplinks, Hell I could probably jam all that I am into a hard drive if I wanted to. I’m not supposed to be able to do that.”  There was bitterness lingering in Tony’s voice, old and resentful and...resigned. Bucky didn’t have it in him to be resentful at his own situation anymore - he’d already lived longer than he’d ever wanted to. Resignation, though? He understood that perfectly.  “My mama, she always said ‘Anthony, lover of romance, the romance of things - you’d put all of humanity in your heart if you could’. She thought it was funny, that her little boy didn’t like fairytales that ended in a kiss, hated magic, but fell head over heels for human connection. ‘The King mourned his fallen men, spoke to dreary dreadful death, asked it to come for him, too - ah, that sounds like love. You aren’t interested, are you, darling? Oh look at that pout-’ Always laughing at me. Kept teaching me romantic languages because it ‘suits you, Anthony, like a rose tucked between your teeth’.”  Bucky sucked in a sharp breath at what Tony was saying, the way he was saying it - a Spanish lilt with something... (Memories of a riot, of many riots, of people shouting in the streets - something Southern in their speech. Open high vowels, -et, -eza, suffixes that were familiar but not. An older, rougher kind of Latin origin. Adéu) Catalan. Falling off of Tony’s tongue, the accent had never sounded sadder. “I always did like robots better than people, though. Give me an android and, well, you’ve seen Vision. I was going to say give me an android and I’ll be in Heaven, but I guess the real answer is: I’ll be a father. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised I wound up like this. The Arc Reactor was just step one.”  The bitterness was still there, the accent lingering too, but...the resignation sounded a bit less like defeat.  “So me and you,” Tony said, squeezing Bucky’s hand, his own still glowing just a bit,  “We’ve got a bit of metal in us, yeah? Protocols to follow. Processes we carry out. Your body is just carrying out a process and, as long as it doesn’t affect the mission, we can both just see it as another cog in the machine, yeah?”  Bucky released a shuddering breath, realizing he felt...calmer. Less like a shrapnel bomb waiting to go off, shredding the mattress and tearing apart the man above him. Who was less delicate than Bucky gave him credit for.  “Yeah.” Bucky responds, squeezing Tony’s hand and willing his eyes to shut, his breathing to slow, his body to relax,  “We’ve got a bit of metal in us. Makes us hard.”  He huffs at the chuckle that slips free above him. They won’t be doing this again, so he should enjoy it while it lasted (this kind of mutual understanding between man and machine - it was dangerous. For both of them, but mostly for Tony. Still, Bucky needed sleep to defend him, so he’d allow it...for now).  (When he tells Tony that in the morning, there’s an odd set to Tony’s brows that tells him Tony doesn’t doesn’t believe a word out of Bucky’s mouth)  (He’s right, of course) (Bucky was a weak weak man long before he was a machine)

[starwarsdestroyedme]

I am damaged

Just another Reylo one-shot I wrote. Although it was inspired by a Heathers’ song, listen to “Toi qui manques à ma vie” from Natasha St. Pier if you really want to enjoy the complete emotional experience.

AO3 link  ffc.net link

Summary: 

Ben Solo was damaged from the very beginning, maybe Rey was damaged too. That might be why both broken pieces fit perfectly.

‘He grabbed her hands between his, and placing them together he blew to warm them.

“Your hands are cold” he mumbled.

“You aren’t wearing your gloves”.’

Inspired by “I am damaged” from Heathers.

Five years had passed since that fateful battle in Snoke’s throne room, where Rey believed she had grasped what remained of Ben Solo inside Kylo Ren. For a moment she thought it possible to recover him, bring him back home. She was wrong.

Nobody could return Ben Solo to what used to be his life, because all of it was broken. Han Solo had disappeared and Luke too. Rey knew this, and, honestly, she didn’t wish to drag him back to something that had brought so much pain, to him and to his family. Nonetheless, she kept hope that she could take him  somewhere new and better. Somewhere that didn’t involve death, nor militarism, nor the horror caused by the First Order. Was she too optimistic?

Most likely, anyone would think so, but if she had specialised in something it was rescuing whatever had deteriorated and fixing it. She also knew that, in order to help Ben, he had to let her.

There lay the problem, everyone’s mistake. Nobody could bring Kylo Ren back.

Many years ago, in Jakku, she had seen two children dragging the dying body of, presumably, their grandfather. One glimpse had been enough to know they wouldn’t make it.  Not because the kids weren’t strong enough, not at all. Upon seeing the man she knew that he didn’t plan on staying alive. In order to save someone it is needed that the person wants to be saved.

For that reason, the only one capable of redeeming Kylo Ren was Kylo Ren himself. The moment he decided to take the first step Rey would go to him, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to stop them. Until then, Rey would wait for as long as it took.

Leia’s death hit them unexpectedly. Rey didn’t know the woman as well as she would have liked, but she admired her for certain. The general received the funeral she deserved, everyone who loved her attended a beautiful ceremony where the body was cremated and the ashes were laid down to rest inside a mausoleum created to honor the victims of Alderaan.

The room shaped as an apse was surrounded by walls made of obsidian, where the names of survivors from Alderaan, who had died far from home, had being embedded with alabaster. Plasma lights placed behind the white mineral made the names look like stars floating in space. The floor too was covered with obsidian. In the centre of the room a pedestal of carved ebony rested, on which the remains of Leia lay. The labradorite urn glowed like a star at the half-lit environment.

Rey stood in front of the monument when everybody had already left. It seemed right.

“Now a princess rests with her people” said Kylo Ren with a gloomy voice. More than usual.

Rey could feel the emotions of that man dressed in darkness.  He had awakened the bond for the first time in months, not because of her, but to pay his respects the only way he could.

“I thought you couldn’t see my surroundings”answered Rey, as if to confirm her presence. She preferred using a meaningless sentence rather than tackling the true issue straightforwardly.

“The bond is evolving” he explained dryly, looking at the names written over the walls, like shunning the image of his mother’s urn could change reality.  “We can see eachother’s surroundings…” he turned his face to stare at her with his reddened eyes “and feel their emotions too”.

Rey spent the next few hours holding him. None of them bothered to say a word. Kylo didn’t cry, although they both knew he wanted to.

The bond had sprung to life again. It happened during the morning, while Rey had breakfast in her room. Poe, who had ascended to the leadership of the Resistance, prioritized that Rey could move in a tranquil environment in order to make progress in her studies of the Jedi texts. What the pilot didn’t understand was that it did not work that way. Rey didn’t follow the Jedi path strictly, she left place for her emotions and impulses, she kept light and a piece of darkness within. Devoting herself to contemplative life for months wouldn’t provide her a revelation. She felt bored rather than concentrated.

So when Kylo appeared before her, she focused on him.

“What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

Kylo sat in front of a desk where he had placed some utensils and a paper sheet, just like the ones  her books were made of, but bigger. When he heard her speak he turned. Rey was able to see that he had poured a black liquid over some sort of stone plate. He held a brush in his right hand. He wasn’t wearing gloves.

Kylo glanced at her with surprise.

“I’m writing”.

“But… you are using papel”.

“You can write on paper too”.

“I know that” she answered ignoring the fact that he had just treated her as if she was stupid. “But, why do you use paper? Nobody does, the first thing I’ve ever seen written on paper have been these books” she explained pointing at the book resting on her lap “and they are ancient”.

Kylo remained quiet, considering her.

“It calms me. When I write I can focus better. Compared to technology, paper is warmer,  more... personal... I guess”.

“You open yourself to the light when you write” she wasn’t asking, she could sense it. Kylo looked at her, for real this time, his compassive eyes betrayed him. Rey was right. “What are you writing?”.

Kylo didn’t speak for a moment. Rey could feel his longing, the conflict, and she wished to say something to help him, but he replied before she got the chance.

“Poetry”.

The image of Kylo dissolved right after that, leaving her by herself again.

“Ben…”.

The next time she saw him writing, Rey didn’t waste time and started to ask questions to satiate her curiosity.

“What do you use that plate for?” she asked pointing at the stone-made instrument.

“It’s called inkstone, you use it to put the ink there and control the amount you get to write” he began to explain calmly. “I’ll show you”.

Kylo made a gesture telling her to come close. Rey took a chair from her room and sat by his side. He grabbed a bar of a dark material that was kept inside a wooden box.

“This is the ink. You pour some water at the deep part of the inkstone and dissolve it. It mustn’t be too dense, because then your traces will look too thick,  but, also, not too liquid, because the ink will look too clear” Kylo said while he dissolved the accurate amount of ink and mixed it with a brush.

His years of skill became evident. For the first time Rey wondered how many years was he older. She would have liked to know her  birthday, then she could ask his and find out.

“There must be a balance” she replied, proving she had understood.

“Exactly”.

She watched how he carefully wiped the brush against the shallow part of the inkstone to take away the excess of ink.

“Now, posture is very important to write. You have to place yourself one fist apart the desk” he showed her placing his fist between his stomach and the desk “and one fist apart from the chair. You also need to stand straight. This is because when you make the brush strokes you accompany the movement with your body”.

Kylo wrote a word expertly, leaving Rey amazed by the beauty in his handwriting.

“Mamihlapinatapai” Rey read slowly “I haven’t heard that word in any of the languages I speak”.

“It is an untranslatable word”.

“What does it mean?”.

She didn’t know what had caused it, whether it was her question or the situation, she was struck when she saw Kylo smile a little.

“It doesn’t matter” he quickly dismissed it “now you try it”.

He extended his hand and offered her the brush. Rey took it without touching his bare hand. She did as he had before, placing herself in the right way. She dipped the brush in the ink and removed the excess. Rey looked at Kylo.

“What do I write?”.

“Try your name first, that’s what I did at the beginning” something inside Rey shrunk thinking about a younger version of him writing ‘Ben Solo’ in quick and neat characters.

Rey started writing, trying to copy what he had seen him do. ‘Resh, esk, yirt’.

“It doesn’t look that good” she said, somehow disappointed.

“I think it is very impressive, I wouldn’t be able to tell this is your first attempt”.

They stared at eachother. Rey thought that she wanted to kiss him, just a peck on his lips, some kind of contact. Something passed between them. Did he want to kiss her too?  Kylo broke eye contact and glanced at the word he had written.

What did it mean?

Her first kiss didn’t go as expected.

She had got drenched by an unexpected rainstorm when she had crossed the base to retrieve some mechanical supplies.

Kylo appeared when she was about to reach her room to get a long warm shower.

“People normally take their clothes off when having a bath” he said in a cunning tone.

“Oh, I’m sure you are an expert at spending all day half-naked, but, actually, some of us have this thing called decency” she answered angrily while shivering.

“You’re shaking” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, and unless you can fix that…”.

Then Kylo did something unexpected, he grabbed her hands between his, and placing them together he blew to warm them.

“Your hands are cold” he mumbled.

“You aren’t wearing your gloves”.

“I was writing when the bond opened, I never wear them when I do that, they get in the way”.

Rey had never felt so small in her entire life, not even in a battle. The intimacy of the moment made her feel tiny and confused, and she had the strange feeling that time was slowing around them. Kylo felt impossibly warm, and the realisation hit her, she had never thought this man could be described as warm, and yet…

No, he wasn’t, only when it came to her.

Rey got closer, the cold felt like too much, and Kylo’s presence reassured her. How he could calm her so much, she didn’t know. Rey felt safe.

Kylo must have sensed something through the bond, because his expression, usually stoic, got overflown by emotion. His eyes trembled. ‘We can sense the other’s emotions’ Rey reminded herself.

Suddenly, Kylo had wrapped his arms around her protectively. She sensed the same feeling of safety coming from him.  Then, he gently pulled her face away from the crook of his neck using the Force, and made her look at him again.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her, the gesture was filled with tenderness. Peace surged from the man who held her. Rey wanted to cry. Maker, she felt so full. Rey gave herself to the kiss passionately.

Peace and passion.

Light and darkness.

Rey and Ben.

Balance.

In different circumstances such degree of nudity would have made her feel modesty. Instead, she found herself comfortable, at home. The bed had morphed into a fortress of scrambled sheets and warmth. Her body touched the quilt, everything seemed softer than usual. Rey buried her feet under a blanket that had been misplaced at the edge of the mattress,  a pleasant sensation ran through her as she felt the heat trapping her toes. She committed herself to enjoy the feeling of Ben’s hot and moist breath at her low neck, where he listened to her heartbeat.

As she fell asleep, she thought that moment defined the word plenitude.

Ben had decided to take the first step.

Rey didn’t take long to get the Millenium Falcon into hyperspace to go join him. Her friends had insisted to accompany her on the trip, she didn’t know very well how she would explain it to them, but it didn’t matter, with Ben on their side they would bring peace to the galaxy. He was all they needed, and all Rey needed.

Nevertheless, things hadn’t gone as planned. The First Order’s flagship, the Finalizer, had followed Ben’s TIE. The bond had awakened again, Ben materialised inside the ship, in front of everyone.

“What is he doing here?!” Finn exclaimed as he drew his blaster.

In a matter of seconds a fictional battlefield had been prepared inside the ship. Poe and Finn aimed at Ben with their weapons. Rose held her taser as if her life depended on it.

Rey came between them and Ben’s image.

“Rey leave. There’s no time for me to get on board. I’ll distract them while you flee” Ben said seriously.

“I’m not leaving without you”.

“Rey, don’t be stubborn, save yourself. I’ll buy you some time” Ben tried to persuade her, sounding frustrated.

Rey realised that, just like that man with his grandchildren, Ben didn’t plan to get out alive. She turned around in despair.

“Finn, you’re the best gunman I know, please, help me…”.

Chewie roared from the cockpit, two shots from the Star Destroyer cannons were heading their way, they needed to make it to lightspeed. Now.

Poe headed for the cockpit screaming.

“There is no time! Use the deflective shields!”.

Suddenly, both lasers stood frozen in the blackness of space.

“Rey…” Ben said with trouble “I won’t be able to hold them for too long. So listen to me. I want you to leave, go somewhere safe from this godforsaken war” at this point Rey couldn’t help crying “Don’t cry” he got closer to her and wiped the tears away “there is no place for me in this story. I’m far too damaged”.

Four more shots were fired and stopped by Ben. Rey realised he wasn’t firing them back at them because he wanted to say goodbye.

“You’re not, there’s more to you, there is hope, I’ve seen it” Rey took his hand tenderly “please, let me help you”.

“You already have”.

Ben turned and shouted.

“Chewie! I’m sorry. For everything. But I need you to get the Falcon to lightspeed, now!”.

Chewie growled affirmatively.

“No!” Rey screamed.

He could see Ben’s image starting to fade away. Six laser rays were directed against the Finaliser, making severe damage. Ben extended his hand, and the Finaliser’s engines stopped to work. The entire ship began to collapse.

“Rey,” Ben turned his face for the last time “I love you”.

Rey pulled her arms around her stomach protectively. The Falcon jumped to lightspeed just as the Finaliser busted into a ball of energy, turned into smithereens.

“I know”.

[ashruins-blog]

HEADCANON MEME ( accepting ! ) / sent by @brutelily & @killer-qrow ( thank you !!! ♥ ) & gathered all in one post so i don’t spam anyone’s dash ♥ 

— DRINKS.

red wine & scotch, sometimes beer: robin definitely has an old man’s taste & somehow she prides herself on this. it’s rare for her to try cocktails ( too fruity, too sweet for her taste ), & even beer is usually only a ‘social’ drink for her, to order with friends or while grabbing a casual bite. at home & in more relaxed situation she much prefers drinking wine, mostly red — every time she has to travel to europe for work, especially italy, she tries to bring back a couple bottles to stash in her basement, occasionally for other people, too. scotch is something she really, really likes but tries not to drink too much ( it’s her mother’s favorite drink, & she’d rather distance herself from eleanor’s habits ). usually she pours herself a glass a couple nights per week tops, while reviewing tests or just winding down after a long day. 

— PATIENCE.

also known as something robin lacks entirely. she must be the most impatient human being in the world. a therapist might easily say that it all comes down to her tendency to sacrifice / workaholism & that, unless she’s actively working, she’ll always feel like she’s wasting her time. still, robin has never been the most coherent of people, & while she gets extremely annoyed when people are late, she's also often on the wrong side of the clock. prioritizing work & research over anything else means she oftens gets lost & forgets to check the time, so it’s not unlikely to see her running extremely late to an appointment. generally, robin is really short-tempered & doesn’t know how to count to 10 before losing it — she’s aware of this & aware that it is something she needs to work on, she’s just not as good at that as she is at her job. there’s an exception to her impatience, however: a coffee shop on the way to campus, where the baristas have learned how to handle her extremely complex order by now & are a few special bunch who get to witness robin’s friendlier side, even when the line for coffee is long & she’s running late for work.

— BODY IMAGE.

robin is more than aware of being less than attractive by gender normative standards. she’s too skinny, all bones & sharp edges, her breasts aren’t big enough, there’s barely a hint of curves & her pale, vaguely sicklish complexion is almost always stained by bruises & cuts. she’s aware of this, just tries not to make a big deal of it. rationally, she understands how little it matters & how nonsensical society standards are — on a more intimate, instinctive level, however, her self-consciousness towards her body image influences her choices in clothing ( almost always sweaters & tight jeans, sometimes a shirt & cardigan combination, & pretty much always large scarves & coats ). she doesn’t often hang around naked with partners ( doesn’t even have that many partners who stick around in the morning, really ), & doesn’t even own any sort of sexy lingerie whatsoever. her scars are also a source of self consciousness — despite there not being too many, & despite her being somewhat proud of its philosophical symbolism ( i survived / i earned this ), she fears a partner might find them unsettling / scary ( in the extremely rare event she’d ever let anyone see her fully naked ).

— TRUST.

is earned, not given. there hasn’t been a time in her life robin’s given anyone the luxury of her trust after her father betrayed it. father thomas has earned it — by never lying to her, instead waiting for her to be ready to hear all the answers to the questions that had been haunting her. very few other people have had the same treatement & on the job, usually, robin is extremely controlling & would rather do most of the work herself, as to not rely on anyone else’s mistakes. on the field she’s had to learn to trust a bit more — experts from other fields are vital when following a creature’s footsteps, & so she begrudgingly agrees to collaborate now & then ( she still tends to be just a little overcontrolling, & it’s only partially so nobody will work with her & father thomas twice ). on a more personal level, robin is extremely private. she’s not exactly paranoid, but intimacy scares her & she prefers being somewhat lonely to being exposed. dates seldom happen in her house & she’s a pro at dodging personal questions & that extreme attachment to privacy is just one of the reason why she has practically zero meaningful relationships / friendships.

— INDEPENDENCE.

vital, & along with her trust issues one of the main obstacles in her having any sort of healthy relationship. robin loves living alone & she’s hated the few times she’s had to lend a place to sleep to friends or colleagues. she’s learned from a very young age to count only on herself for pretty much all the meaningful matters in her life, almost as if it was a challenge to life itself. proving that she didn’t need people, that life could take anyone from her & she’d still be standing — even before moving to cambridge, she was still living a life entirely separated from her parents’. sometimes independence turns into loneliness — sometimes it starts weighing on her, & it gets constantly harder, but she won’t admit it, won’t cave in: she’s worked hard to prove man can be an island & she’s not gonna give in any time soon.

[motorcyclegear101]

What Type Of Motorcycle Should I Get As A Beginner?

There are nine types of motorcycles that a beginner should consider before buying a bike. There is the Adventure Bike, Sport Bikes, Cruisers and many more.

The Nine Types Of Motorcycles A Beginner Should Consider.

Standard Motorcycles

Sport Bikes

Cruisers

Scooters

Touring Motorcycle

Sport Tourer

Dirt Bikes

Adventure Bike (ADV)

Dual Sport Bike

Today we’re going to talk about some of the various categories that exist in today’s motorcycle market. We are going to help you figure out what type of motorcycle you should get as a beginner.

We are going to break down those classes so you know exactly what type of bike you might want to look at when you walk into a motorcycle dealership.

I’m going to be talking to you about some of the features of each of these bikes that help them be good at a certain task, we’re going to debate some of the pros and cons of those features of the motorcycles themselves.

My job in this article is not just to explain the features of each bike but to also talk to you about how the bike feels from an ergonomics standpoint. Keep in mind there’s a lot of you out there that might have fallen in love with a certain style of bike, for example, a sportbike.

A sports bike may look awesome, looks fast, hardcore lines and that bike might be appropriate for aggressive riders on a track day, but it’s probably not the most appropriate machine if you’re commuting back and forth to the office on a regular basis.

While we’re not intending in this article to tell you what bike is right or wrong for you, what we would like to do is give you some recommendations about what you can expect from each of these machines and how it’s going to affect the riding that you’re doing.

Remember the style of riding you might think you’ll be doing might be a lot different than the riding you actually do.

Because these bikes are constructed differently they come in all shapes and sizes, much like many riders and this means they interact with people’s bodies differently.

For example, if you are sitting on a motorcycle and your feet are firmly on the ground and you feel like you have complete control of the bike this is going to instill confidence in you right from the get-go, especially for beginners.

If you have any doubts about whether or not the motorcycle is right for you, the same way you would try on a pair of jeans or clothes before you buy them to try out the bike.

I’m not talking about a test drive, I’m talking about walking into your dealership, putting your ass in the seat, grabbing the handlebars and sit on the bike for 10 or 15 minutes to see how you feel.

We’re going to break this article down very very simply. We’re going to kick things off with street bikes. If a bike was made to roll mostly on the pavement we’re going to be talking about it in this first section.

Standard Motorcycles

Let’s kick things off with one of my favorite classes of a bike and that is the standard. Standard motorcycles usually fairly sporting machines and they’re best exemplified by having no fairing fitted. These bikes are generally fairly naked, you’ll hear that term use from time to time.

These motorcycles are not the perfect tool for any job, however, they can handle lots and lots of different scenarios with ease.

For instance, a Suzuki SV650 could very easily be taken to a track day but it’s also comfortable enough that you wouldn’t mind taking an all-day trip on this motorcycle, it’s a very versatile machine.

These bikes are updated all the time and the model that is available now may be slightly different but the size and shape of any of the new models will give you the same feel as any previous models. What you are looking for is not necessarily the models I mention here but the shape and style.

There are no surprises as to why the Suzuki SV650 style of motorcycle is going to be a do-anything machine, it’s great for new riders.

If you were to site on this type of motorcycle and grab hold of the handlebars your hands would be directly in front of you.

There’s maybe a slight drop to the handlebars which means you would have a little bit more weight on your wrist, but that’s going to benefit you as a rider because it puts a little more pressure on the front wheel which makes the bike easier to steer.

Standard Motorcycles

The other thing you’ll notice is your shoulders aren’t quite perpendicular to the ground, they’re a little bit more forward than your hips but then your feet are going to be directly underneath you. Your feet should be able to reach the ground so you have firm control of the bike.

Sport Bikes

Next up we have the sportbike. Sportbikes are patterned after road racing machines, you’ll notice how sleek and aerodynamic these bike look and that’s in part due to the plastic fairings on these types of motorcycle.

Sportbikes are good for racing if you are planning on doing a track day and you can also use them on the street too. I’d say they’re probably best used for shorter more spirited rides due to the aggressive body position, it’s hard to remain comfortable for most riders on a sportbike for a really long time.

The other reason I wouldn’t probably recommend these for a beginner unless you’re in the beginner class of sportbikes is that the larger machines like the Yamaha R6 or larger bikes generally are extreme machines and when I say that I mean that a lot of different senses.

They’re very very fast, they also have razor-sharp braking and handling which doesn’t really bode well for a beginner who might not have mastered inputs on the motorcycle. The other thing that’s really extreme on these sportbikes is body positioning.

If you sit on the sports bike you will notice right away the aggressive body position.

Sport Bikes

Your hands are at or slightly below or your knees. Your shoulders are pitched forward, your ass is pushed way back as are your feet and that’s going to put you in a really aggressive tuck down position.

This is a great position if you are planning on aggressively riding or tackling a track day but if you’re just commuting back and forth from home to work for 30 to 45 minutes it’s not going to be comfortable.

That’s not to say that there are no riders out there that do it, there’s plenty of riders that commute on these types of bikes but we’re just going to say that this might not be the most appropriate machine to do that on.

Especially when you consider some of the more advanced race-style mechanics on this bike like the suspension.

For example, if you’re using this on the street and you start to hit potholes it will be transmitted back to the rider which can cause you to feel a little bit uncomfortable so the sportbike might not be the best machine for beginners.

Cruisers

This bike is arguably the antithesis of a sportbike and that is the cruiser. Cruisers are bikes built for a nice long low cruise as the name implies.

These bikes prioritize comfort over speed, now there’s a couple of characteristics about a cruiser that make them particularly good for beginner riders.

The first is that these bikes even though they have very large engines, they have very large engines that deliver very controllable power. They’re typically very forgiving for beginners who happen to make some mistakes.

One of the other things that makes them particularly suited to beginning riders is the fact that you’ll notice the front wheel is kicked out just a little bit.

The frame has a little more rake and by having that front-wheel out there it makes the steering and handling a little bit more controllable on this motorcycle. Again also forgiving to rookies who might happen to make a mistake or two now.

There’s a class of rider who might be very interested in the cruiser and that’s people who are vertically challenged. If you’re a shorter rider a cruiser is almost universally a good choice because just about every one of them across the board has a very low seat height.

This means that even if you’re not a large motorcyclist, even if you’re on a large motorcycle you’ll find yourself able to easily control the bike. These motorcycles are built for comfort, not for speed.

On a cruiser, you will be in a much more of a slouched riding position with your hands slightly above your shoulders. Your shoulders are going to be kind of like slouched back with your ass almost kicked out in front of your shoulders a little bit.

Cruisers

Your feet are going to have two different options. They will be either kicked out in front of you using a forward control or your feet just slightly below your hips. That’s going to be a much more comfortable riding experience.

I personally prefer the forward position when I’m riding a cruiser, I find that to be just a little bit more comfortable for me, so even among experienced riders riding the same bike, there’s not even a consensus necessarily what is right.

I’m going to kind of reiterate what we told you the first time around and that is to spend some time on a bike, sit on it, it’s not weird at all to be in a showroom or perhaps to park yourself on a used bike and just ask for 10 or 15 minutes to make sure the bike is comfortable for you.

Scooters

Now we come to the class of motorcycle that offers more miles per gallon than just about anything else and that is the scooter. Scooters are kind of interesting, scooters are offered in a variety of sizes, the smaller bikes are excellent for in town work.

If you live in an urban area and you want to just run some errands scooters are absolutely perfect.

There’s also a larger class of scooters known as maxi-scooters and those are much much bigger with more powerful engines and they can actually attain motorcycle speeds, in fact legally they’re actually classified as motorcycles.

They offer lots and lots of storage capacity and taking a really long trip on one isn’t out of the equation at all.

Scooters are built a little bit differently than a regular motorcycle, looking at one it obviously visually much different.

Lett’s go through some of the construction features that make it a little different from some of the other bikes we’ve talked about.

First, let me direct your attention to the wheels, you’ll notice the wheels are a much smaller diameter than the other bikes we’ve looked at. Generally, these contribute to the easy handling nature of a scooter, note the platform of the scooter step-through design is sort of a hallmark of this scooter.

It’s entirely different in terms of where your feet sit and really almost every other motorcycle out there on the market. There is also plenty of storage, believe it or not, there’s a surprising amount of cargo-carrying capability on a scooter, especially relative to its size.

With the exception of older scooters, almost every single one of them has an automatic transmission so if the prospect of learning to drive a manual transmission vehicle is kind of daunting for you a scooter might be the perfect gateway into the world of motorcycling.

When you’re sitting on a scooter from a body position standpoint your hand bars are definitely closer to you than anything we’ve talked about so far.

Your hands are almost sitting at your knees and your shoulders are still right on top of your hips but your legs are definitely more in front of you than anything else.

If this was a motorcycle your feet would be sitting right where the engine would normally be, I think if you’ve never ridden a motorcycle before you’re not going to notice that, but for those of you that are coming of an MSF course where you’ve been practicing on a bike, getting onto a scooter might be a little of a different experience.

You do have a lot more room and you do have that clear planted feel to the ground and because these things are so lightweight you’d never feel like you’re intimidated.

The other point to make is if you are coming off an MSF course this is not to be confused with a motorcycle, you need to remember a scooter is an automatic.

Don’t grab that front lever thinking it’s a clutch because it’s actually a brake lever as you will throw yourself right over the front, other than that it’s a fun little machine you learn how to ride a bike.

Touring Motorcycle

Your touring bikes also called dressers or baggers, touring bikes are meant to carry lots of stuff at high speeds for long distances. The signifying factor that makes a bike a touring bike is a large storage often integrated right into the motorcycle.

You will notice these touring motorcycles have some huge saddlebags and the street glide we tested is actually one of the more stripped-down touring bikes you can put your money down on. A lot of full touring bikes also have a top case or top box on the back for additional storage capacity.

Because these bikes are meant to be ridden for long distances the manufacturers typically make them very comfortable for riders, and I mean that in terms of both seating position as well as appointments on the motorcycle.

It’s not uncommon at all on a touring bike to see full audio systems and navigational aids just in an effort to make a rider’s ride as good as possible.

The touring bike providing lots and lots of comforts, again these are meant to keep riders happy in the saddle for quite a while. Out of all the bikes we’ve talked about so far this is the one that’s definitely big enough to fit from my size standpoint.

There’s plenty of room for you to move around and what you will see is a mix of two different types of body positions. From the waist up your in a very neutral position.

Your hands are out in front of you, wider handlebars with plenty of leverage and your shoulders are above your hips. This is a comfortable upright seating position which is great when you are traveling long distances.

Touring Motorcycle

From the waist down with these floorboards you have a couple of different options for where you can put your feet.

You can kick your feet out a little bit if you want to give you more stretched out for control, or you can slide your feet back and use it for more leverage as if these were mid controls.

There are plenty of options for you to move around and find what position works well for you.

In addition to the rider comfort, there’s also plenty of room at the back for a passenger so they can move around comfortably too but that’s going to bring us back to weight.

These bikes weigh around seven to eight hundred pounds, you throw a passenger in the mix and it’s a pretty heavy ride, especially considering that while I can get my feet on the ground it’s still going to be hard to leverage its back and forth if I’m not really comfortable with the machine.

We’re not here to tell you what’s right or what’s wrong for your first motorcycle and we are not going to steer you away from any type of bike but if we did this would be one of them just because of how large this is.

It’s not going to instill confidence right from the get-go for new riders and it’s heavy so not one we would recommend.

Sport Tourer

One of the other bikes I want to talk about before we move on is actually kind of a throw to a blend of motorcycles we’ve already talked about and that’s the sport-tourer. It’s a mixture of a sportbike as well as a touring machine.

Typically you’re going to give up a little bit of carrying capacity with a sports tourer, generally, they can’t carry quite as many things as a straight-on touring bike but these bikes are considerably faster than a straight touring bike.

One of the other hallmarks of this breed of a motorcycle is the aerodynamic fairings. They’ll typically be very sleek looking motorcycles and the riding position is sort of middling as well.

You won’t see the full upright position but you’re also not going to be somebody on a sport-touring bike all wadded up in that uncomfortable sport position either, it sort of split the difference.

Sport Tourer

Before we move on I do want to mention something else about positioning. You may have noticed that just about every bike we’ve talked about has had a pretty neutral or intermediate riding position with the exception of the cruiser and the sportbike.

Both of those are kind of at the extreme ends of the spectrum. Most manufacturers are shooting to that sort of neutral riding position and the reason I bring that up is that it’s a very successful riding position.

The reason you see it on so many motorcycles is because so many motorcyclists are comfortable in that position, so if you do find yourself gravitating towards one of the bikes, again toward the outside ends of the spectrum whether it be sportbike or Cruiser.

I would encourage you to spend a little bit of time on one of those more intermediate bikes just to see what else is out there.

Dirt Bikes

When you say off-road motorcycle to most people the thing that jumps into their head immediately is probably something like a dirt bike. These bikes are made to tackle the roughest terrain that Mother Nature has to offer and as such, they’re constructed in a very specific way.

Let’s start with a couple of those features.

The first and probably most noticeable are the tires. You will see that they are very nobly super aggressive tires made to bite into the loose surfaces dirt bikes are typically ridden on. The other thing to notice about this bike is how tall it is.

It has lots and lots of suspension travel, it also sits very high up and that’s because dirt bikes are meant to roll over some obstacles. From trees to logs and rocks they all get in the way. Having a bike that sits up high prevents the bike from being damaged.

One of the other important parts about a dirt bike is you should know that this is a single-cylinder machine, the motor is physically very small though it is pretty powerful.

On some motorcycles, it’s kept small so the weight is kept down, when you’re wrestling a bike around off-road and you have to pick it up after you’ve dropped it after a crash, which is fairly common, in off-road riding having a lighter weight bike really can help.

There are no headlights, no key, no tail light, there’s a bunch of stuff missing on this bike that won’t make it legal to ride around on the street. When it comes to riding these things again riding off-road is really different than riding on the street.

These types of bikes are tall, I’m six foot three and I’m standing up I’m on my tiptoes on this bike. The suspension travel works great, but just keep in mind that you probably want to go to the tall end of the spectrum if you’re just learning how to ride.

Dirt Bikes

From a rider standpoint talking about the ergonomics, it’s very similar to what we talked about with a standard riding position. My hands are out in front of me, it’s definitely a wider handlebar for maximum leverage but you will see from the image that your shoulders are on top of your hips.

You would be sitting upright and your feet would be just below your hips making it very comfortable.

One thing to note with the dirt bike is it has a long flat seat and it is quite uncomfortable, but that’s okay because you will spend most your time standing up or kind of sliding back and forth.

You’re not going to sit in one position too long because you’re going to use your body as a counterweight over terrain.

It’s also one of the reasons why you might see different style handlebars on different style dirt bikes because you want to make sure you’re comfortable not just sitting down but also when you’re standing up.

The Honda CRF 450 in the image is one of the larger machines in the dirt realm, and while this bike itself might not be the most appropriate one for you to start off with, the beauty of dirt bikes is they come in a plethora of different sizes.

You can start off with something as small as a CRF 50 or you can work your way up throughout the range across pretty much every manufacturer out there so there’s a dirt bike for you and like I said as long as you get somewhere to ride it they’re an excellent machine to start riding on.

Dirt bikes are really a lot of fun this is one of my favorite classes to ride in.

Adventure Bike (ADV)

The next bike is my weapon of choice and that’s an adventure bike also known as an adv bike.

These bikes differ from a dirt bike in several important ways, they’re larger, they’re heavier, they have bigger more powerful multi-cylinder engines and they’re also street-legal so these bikes are the Cadillac of dirt bikes.

They’re kind of enormous but they’re also much more powerful.

You can either look at the adventure bike as just a giant dirt bike or you could look at them as touring bikes with some off-road pretense to it. The adventure bikes aren’t as tall as dirt bikes but keep in mind it’s still pretty damn tall.

At six-foot-three and I’m almost flat-footed on this FA100 but for the shorter riders out there, just keep in mind these might be intimidating as a first machine.

From a rider standpoint when we’re talking about economics the adventure bike is very similar to the dirt bike. It has a wide flat handlebar, your hands will be in front of you, your shoulders on top of your hips and then when you put your foot up on the peg it will sit directly below you.

Adventure Bike

That’s because of a lot of adventure riders out there and if you are going to use this off-road you’re going to spend a lot of time standing up, the same way we talked about with a dirt bike.

Unlike a dirt bike, this seat is much more comfortable because most of the OEMs realized that the majority of riders looking at this style of bike are probably using it for traveling a large number of miles on pavement and therefore you need a more comfortable seat.

One thing to note with this is they are a larger bike, they’re a little bit pricier and most of you out there are probably not going to want to consider the larger sect of ATV machines as your first bike.

However, I have a favorite section in a zone that might be more appropriate for riders out there looking to tackle both on-road and off road and that’s the dual-sport.

Dual Sport Bike

A dual-sport sits squarely between the dirt bike and the adventure bike, think of it as a dirt bike with blinkers. It doesn’t have nearly the amenities or road capabilities of an adventure bike but what it does allow a rider to do is to take a dirt bike onto the street.

This is great for riders who plan on either riding to the trail or riders who want to connect a series of trails with short pieces of pavement in between.

Their Road legal, they have emissions equipment, they also have all of the lighting and inspection items you might need in order to get a sticker onto your bike but you still have most of the capability of a dirt bike.

So What Type Of Motorcycle Should You Get As A Beginner?

Well, that’s actually a really hard question to answer. It’s kinda’ like asking somebody else to tell you what kind of underwear you should wear. There’s a lot of strong opinions on the matter, and just because all your buddies wear tighty-whities doesn’t mean that they’re right for you.

At the end of the day, it’s your butt. But there are some things you may want to consider. First being, what kind of experience are you looking to have?

Thinking about the kind of riding you want to do will help you find a bike that is capable of that. But more important than any of that is just; which bike do you think is the coolest?

Seriously. All your buddies are riding cruisers, but you think the Suzuki V-Strom is coolest thing you’ve seen since Han Solo showed up in the Millennium Falcon: Go with that, she is a helluva ship.

But if you are still unsure, just like everybody loves Firefly, a standard is a great place to start. Being at the center of things, if you find yourself leaning one way or the other, the standard can accommodate you and help you find the kind of riding that you enjoy the most.

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WU Reviews & Self-Care Series -  Embrace: Love Your Body by Shloka Ananthanarayanan ‘08 (@shlokes)

It has been a long time since a movie moved me to tears but only the most stone-hearted person could fail to be moved by the Australian documentary, Embrace. Now available on Netflix and other streaming services, every man, woman, and child should watch this and learn how to prioritize their lives to prize deeds over looks.

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Written and directed by Australian photographer Taryn Brumfitt, the documentary was born out of Taryn's realization that struggling to achieve a "perfect" body after having three children was never going to bring her satisfaction and she would never want her daughter to follow in her footsteps. She shared a Before-and-After post on Facebook where the Before photo was her bikini body when she starved herself crazy for a beauty contest, and the After photo was her current naked body, typical of a woman with three kids and more important things to achieve than the media-sponsored ideal of a post-baby body. That Facebook post went viral and Taryn received a great deal of kudos and love for her choice to celebrate her body as it was. However, even while she was chatting with news anchors about having a positive body image, she was extremely disturbed by the outpouring of e-mails from women and girls across the world who wanted to confide in her about how much they hated their bodies. So she decided to travel the world for nine weeks and talk to fellow photographers, models, and people she met via social media to better understand the reasons why 90% of the world's women are "highly dissatisfied" with their bodies. Over the course of one and half hours, you will see a lot that will horrify you and inspire you. Taryn's consultation with an LA plastic surgeon is particularly ridiculous, and while she has the confidence to laugh off his insane comments, one cannot help but realize that this is why less-confident women end up undergoing numerous procedures in pursuit of some unrealistic and unattainable standard of beauty. This is a documentary about being healthy but not being ashamed of your body size or shape. Take care of yourself, but do not subscribe to the false narrative that skinny is beautiful, or that no one will respect you unless you inject your butt fat into your upper lip. As an Indian woman, I am no stranger to this focus on the importance of looks. My girlfriends and I were constantly told not to go out in the sun lest we got too brown; the first comment friends and relatives made when they met us would be to say if we had put on too much weight or lost too much (somehow you either weren't eating enough or you were eating too much, there was just no perfect nutritional state); if we were too curvy, we couldn't wear form-fitting clothes lest we look too sexy; if we weren't curvy, we had to wear tighter clothes to flaunt what little we had; and the ultimate goal of all of this, of course, was to get married, because a woman can't be anything unless she has a man with her. I don't know why I was different, but I never bought into this narrative as wholeheartedly as my friends. I spent my childhood being the bane of my mother's existence because I couldn't bear "girly" clothes and instead wanted to run around in shorts and shirts and swim in the sun and play cricket outside. I was too thin as a child and then too fat as a teenager, and my relatives never let me forget it. It was a relief when I went to Wellesley and was surrounded by women of all shapes and sizes and we usually walked into class in hoodies and sweatpants (or our pajamas if we had slept through our alarm that morning) and didn't care how anyone looked. Sure, there were girls who were perfectly coiffed, but that was just their personal preference, and if you wanted to show up with hairy legs and wet hair, no one cared as long as you turned in your Chemistry problem set on time and participated during class discussions on Victorian Poetry. Later in life, I started going to the gym, and while my parents thought it was in pursuit of becoming thin, it was really in pursuit of mental health. I lost weight and then discovered I could actually find things I liked to wear instead of spending hours in a store and never finding anything that felt quite right. I realized that dresses were actually the comfiest clothes in the world, but to this day, I have a horror of shopping for pants. I never wear makeup and I refuse to pluck my eyebrows (because once you start you will never stop). And yet, despite all that, I still have days when I think I should go on a diet because I couldn't fit into that one pair of pants, or because I walked into an Equinox bathroom, saw a bazillion naked women in thongs with zero cellulite, and felt like a creature from a completely different planet. So for those moments when you let the world make you feel like your body isn't right, you must watch Embrace. And if you are a man, watch this documentary with all the women in your life. One of the main takeaways of the film is that we need to praise our daughters and young girls for what they do, not for how they look. It is such a stupidly simple message but it is heartbreaking that we simply don't do this and raise generations of women who hate the way they look and let that prevent them from doing anything productive with their lives. Taryn's final words in the movie are a poignant message to her daughter and I'll let you listen to them yourself because they will stir your soul. For my part, all I want to say is, you do you. If you like putting on lipstick, do that. If you like walking around in torn sweatpants, do that. Cut off all your hair, don't shave your legs, get a tattoo, don't get any piercings, eat some gelato, drink a kale smoothie, do whatever feels right and makes you happy. And then get on with the business of actually making your life mean something. Because when the time comes, you don't want the only thing people say at your funeral to be, "She was a size zero and always dressed like a beauty queen." You want them to say, "She was a kind, intelligent, warm woman, who made the world a better place to live in."

This review originally appeared on Shloka’s blog, Pop Culture Scribe. Visit https://bodyimagemovement.com/ to learn more about the movie and join the movement!