#my late to the party contribution lol

[stevenrogered]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen

He crosses to the freezer and extracts the box of ice cream cones, showing Alex the name Cornetto across the front. “I was out. Knew they’d stock you up.” “Do you raid the kitchens of all your guests?” Alex asks. “Only when I can’t sleep,” Henry says. 

“Have you practiced what you’ll say tomorrow?” “Yes,” Alex says, bristling immediately. This is why nothing about Henry has ever intrigued him before. “You’re not the only professional here.”

Alex hops down off the counter, swiping his phone unlocked. “Watch this.” He lines up a shot: the box of Cornettos on the counter, Henry’s hand braced on the marble next to it, his heavy signet ring visible along with a swath of pajamas. He opens up Instagram, slaps a filter on it. 

“Nothing cures jet lag,” Alex narrates in a monotone as he taps out a caption, “like midnight ice cream with @PrinceHenry.’ Geotag Kensington Palace, and posted.” He holds the phone for Henry to see as the likes and comments immediately pour in. 

[petrovna-zamo]

[queenofnohr]

o i was supposed to attend my first art party ever today but i forgor............ whoops

[nachobsns]

Hello - I was impressed and extremely relieved by what you wrote in the post about the cult mentality of the Left RE Israel and accusations of genocide. You mentioned that you bought into the mindset until recently. If it's all right for me to ask, what was it that helped you break out of it? (Please feel free to delete/ignore if you'd rather not answer!)

thank you!! and no worries about asking— i think i put something in my pinned post about how people are welcome to send asks about this stuff, although my story isn’t super interesting. i fell down the typical online rabbithole, a couple weeks after october 7; i knew what had happened, at least vaguely, but the posts trickling onto my dash were all about the (undeniably tragic) loss of life in gaza, with little to no acknowledgment of the hamas atrocities that had started the war, so my narrative was pretty one-sided from the beginning. it just continued to snowball as the months went on and people became more radicalized, calling into question the reality of the 10/7 attacks and the humanity of all israelis. i never went all the way down the pipeline to full-on endorsing hamas or justifying their attacks, at least on a personal level, thank god, but i would reblog other people’s posts referring to hamas as a “resistance movement” and calls to boycott starbucks and mcdonald’s and condemnation of the “zionist media” etc etc etc. what pulled me out of it wasn’t any one thing— if someone had directly called me on my flawed logic and antisemitic biases while i was in this mindset, i doubt it would have done much, just reinforced my belief that i was on the “right side of history” and zionists were aggressors who couldn’t be reasoned with. it was mostly just passive observance and a slow exposure to other perspectives. i’m pretty sure the first post that led me to question my thinking was an ask on jewish-vents, which popped up on my dash in like, late july. this led me down another rabbithole, first scouring every single post on jewish-vents, then moving on to more popular jewish blogs that i had seen on “zionist blocklists” (applesauce42069, xclowniex, and spacelazarwolf were probably some of the blogs that influenced me the most, though i told myself i was just hate-scrolling at first, lol). i felt incredibly guilty seeing all the harm the movement i was a part of had caused to random jews and israelis just trying to live their lives and i realized how it went against everything i believed about how minority groups should be treated. from there, the aspect of actually undoing my thinking and changing my behavior for the better still took several weeks. denial of jewish indigenity to the levant in the face of tantamount archeological and cultural evidence was the first to go, as well as any ambiguity in my feelings about hamas. after that, it’s mostly been a slow process of redefining the idf’s actions from a “genocide” to a “war.” i still believe that what’s happening in gaza is unconscionable and horrific, and that too many innocent civilians have died, but i also understand how difficult it is to fight against a terrorist group that systematically embeds itself in civilian populations, and that the ratio of militant to civilian deaths is incredibly low compared to most urban warfare. i quietly deleted my old blog in early august— if i had directly engaged in harassment against jews, i likely would have kept it to make amends to the harmed parties and put a face to my actions, but as was, i had just contributed to the larger atmosphere of antisemitism on this site, and i felt uncomfortable knowing that i had a blog full of sentiments that no longer matched my values and beliefs. i decided i would be better if i took my endorsement out of the equation entirely, because when you’re looking through the notes of a post, it obviously doesn’t matter if someone who’s reblogged it no longer agrees with what was said— their notes still count as tacit approval, and i did not want approval of this “activism” attached to my online presence. i still have unwanted kneejerk reactions that crop up sometimes, particularly around the fundraiser posts from people “in gaza”; even though i know logically that they have all the markers of scams, there is still a part of me that really wants to believe i could help.

[its-time-to-write]

Ohhh love to see you’re back! 💜💜💜💜

How about a Jaime x baker!girlfriend? Maybe she doesn’t really know who he is so when he acts all arrogant she just throws him out of her bakery? And he’s like “her! I want her! I’m in love! 🥰 🥰🥰🥰”

Still feeling a bit rusty lol. Next on the docket is the married at first sight fic. Not sure how long or short it’ll be but I’m doing my best!! Thanks for the requests🩵🩵

god, it’s brutal out here

“How many cakes do we have?” you mutter. “Four. Four cakes. I should’ve stuck to pastries. But nooo, I had to show off my fancy decorating. Fuck me.”

The door chimes, signifying the first customer of the day. You sigh, slap one more sticky note on the wall, then head to the front.

Today will be like every other day, which is nice; a revolving door of customers, some looking for a quick bite and others placing larger orders for weddings, birthdays, dinner parties. 

Baking is a ritual; you wake up early every morning, make a fresh cup of coffee, then begin mixing, kneading, and measuring. It’s a dance; you weave between the fridge, the oven, and the counters. It’s a science; you slice with precision, check temperatures for perfection, bake until golden.

Late in the afternoon, after you’ve closed, you’ll bring leftover bread and desserts to your flat for your friend group’s weekly dinner. Everyone will contribute something, from appetizers to mains to drinks. The weather is nice enough that dinner will be in your backyard and you mentally choose dishes as you take customer orders. 

Your bakery closes in five minutes when the bell jingles once, twice, three times. You sigh. Three fucking closers. 

The last is a man around your age and you won’t lie, he’s objectively good looking. But his teeth are just a little too sharp and his clothes are just a little too flashy. He’s like one of those frogs, brightly colored so you know they’re poisonous.

He rattles off a long order without giving you a moment to really take it down and then just stares expectantly at you when you tell him the total.

“Cash or card..?” you ask after a beat. The man tilts his head.

“Neither..?” he replies, mirroring your tone. “I’m Jamie Tartt.”

You grimace. “And you expect free pastries because your last name is on the menu?”

“I’m Jamie Tartt,” he says again. “I’m like, really fucking famous.”

He has a stupid grin plastered on his face and you really can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

You stare at him in disbelief. “I don’t have time for this. I think you should go.”

Jamie’s a little shocked. It takes him a moment to actually register your words but he does. He turns on his heel and you lock the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief. Any thoughts of his beautiful face are distorted by his shit, entitled personality.

—

“I brought tequila,” says Dani with a grin. “And a friend.”

The dinner party is already in full swing but this is classic Dani. Always late, always with tequila, always with a surprise.

“Any friend of yours is a friend of ours,” you reply. “Everyone’s out back. Flo’s grilling and Ed’s in charge of music.”

You and Dani shake your head. Ed should not be in charge of music. 

“I will go fix this,” Dani says and then he’s off, leaving you alone with his friend.

You turn to introduce yourself and see-

“Jamie Tartt,” you state. It’s all you can do to hold in a snarl.

“Hey,” he says, and at least he’s sheepish. How someone like him is friends with Dani is beyond you.

It does make a little bit more sense, though. Dani is a footballer (you know that at least) so you’re assuming Jamie must be in that world as well. You should have known, he was the exact type of pretty and stupid you’ve found most footballers to be, professional or otherwise.

“What’s your problem?” you ask bluntly. “You’re friends with Dani, but you’re an entitled dick. How does that work?”

The tips of Jamie’s ears tinge red. “I- it’s not like that. I mean, it fucking was like that but not anymore and besides- was flirting.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“It’s true!” he hastily continues, “just were doing a piss-poor job. Didn’t come out like I meant it to.”

“You can say that again,” you agree and Jamie flinches, slightly.

“I am sorry,” he says. “Didn’t mean to be a prick. Roy says it’s just the way I am, it’s in my fucking bones or something. I’m working it though,” he adds. “I can tell you about sometime. Maybe over dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

Jamie shrugs. “What have I got to lose? You already look like you fuckin’ hate me. Can’t get much lower than that.”

“Maybe,” you reply. “Going to ask need a drink first though. If you’re friends with Dani you’ve got to have something going for you, but I still think you’re a bit of a prick.”

Jamie smiles. “I can work with that, love. Let’s get you that drink.”

[astonmartinii]

cooking up a storm | daniel ricciardo instagram au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader 

daniel is hosting a dinner party with his girlfriend... it goes as well as one may expect 

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yourusername dinner party preparation starts early in this house 

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danielricciardo come dine with me has nothing on us 

charles_leclerc y/n being in charge is the only reason why i agreed to come to this 

pierregasly is it too late to revoke my rsvp?

yourusername  yes we already brought custom napkins 

yukitsunoda0511 can i leave a yelp review? 

yourusername  no wtf... i’ll allow a private story review at most. 

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danielricciardo this was my original contribution to the dinner party. i have been relegated to setting the table now. 

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maxverstappen1 this is not giving me much faith for this dinner party 

yourusername surely him being benched should make you more excited? 

danielricciardo this is literally my post stop being mean to me 

lovelyricciardo the commitment to this dinner party is killing me 

sebastianvettel i am genuinely concerned, i do not want hanna poisoned 

yourusername i get doubting daniel - but ME? seb... 

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danielricciardo the coworkers and the mrs. jk i love you all and hope you guys are all still kicking tomorrow lol. 

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yourusername shhhhh they’ll catch on to our plan to poison the grid so you can win the championship... 

maxverstappen1 wow i’d expect this from daniel, but not you y/n. 

lewishamilton  i’m telling your mom 

yourusername you wouldn’t dare 

charles_leclerc although the comments are scaring me, i had a great time thank you y/n! 

danielricciardo i’m gonna pretend that says both of us... that’s okay sharl me casa u casa 

carlossainz55 that’s not spanish daniel 

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yourusername successful evening with my favourite group of surprisingly picky eaters and one interesting (?) musician. 

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danielricciardo  you told me you loved that song 

yourusername i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

landonorris more exclamation marks make you look more guilty 

sebastianvettel wonderful evening y/n! 

yukitsunoda0511 10/10 from me, you are now obligated to bring me food at every race 

yourusername  did i just acquire a child? 

danielricciardo  i think we did 

f1 

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f1 some big faces all came together for a dinner party at the ricciardo-y/ln house. thank you for keeping daniel from killing the entire grid y/n! 

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yourusername  my pleasure. he did a great job mixing drinks 

georgerussell63  as the person who cleaned up alex’s bathroom the day after, he did not 

danielricciardo not my fault alex is a lightweight 

alex_albon harsh ricciardo, not all of us have your iron liver 

maxverstappen1 i didn’t know y’all were all such picky eaters 

charles_leclerc i saw you give checo a potatoe because it touched some sauce, you’re worse than lando 

landonorris why you bringing me into this?

[hotcat37]

Gig report for Brussels 🇧🇪🔥

-just.....wow

-okay so first, the queue really wasn't as stressful as I thought it'd be. I arrived like an hour before the doors opened but it wasn't busy enough to be overwhelming!! At some point there were armed policemen walking around so that was a bit scary lol but it went smoothly so :P

-what also made the queuing so amazing was actually meeting people this time. Last year I was completely by myself both in the queue and during the concert but tonight I didn't just accidentally meet random people that I stumbled upon (who were absolutely lovely and who I vibed with so much) but also people from within the fandom <33 It was surreal to actually put a face to the usernames and to hear my own username be used lmao but it was such an amazing experience and I loooved trading gifts it was so satisfying!!

-also random but I just loved how diverse the crowd was. Older, younger, male, female, neither.....I just loved how many different kinds of people were present!!

-a bit frustrating but something I weirdly enough predicted beforehand was the show starting about 45 minutes late. The excitement was rapidly dwindling with every new song that kept playing without sight of Kä anywhere 🥲���� But he did apologize and as it turned out there was some kind of communication issue regarding the performing time

-that being said I completely forgot about the waiting as soon as the gig started wtf it was just so damn good!! I want to give a special thanks to everyone who was here tonight because the atmosphere was simply amazing and so comfortable!! And at least from where I was standing people were respecting personal space and going crazy during songs without constantly elbowing others haha

-Jere seemed so happy and energetic tonight :] There wasn't a lot of banter but when he did talk he said a lot of cute and funny things <3

-WE GOT URHEILUJÄTKÄ 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥 I wasn't expecting that at all and it seemed spontaneous (?) but I'm so happy I got to hear the song live <33

-Dalton and Häärijä shenanigans were very endearing as always (Jaakko in particular looked majestic btw)

-WE GOT YHTÄ VAILLA MY FAVORITE SONG I WAS TWEAKINGGGGG 🗣🗣🗣☺☺☺☺💥💥💥

-the TRAFIK moshpit was kind of scary for me cuz I got kinda dragged into it but even though it was horrifying to have people jumping around so close to me I thankfully didn't get elbowed and everything seemed pretty safe :)

-it was boiling hot in there btw ugh I was fucking melting and sweating my metaphorical nuts off 😩

-shout-out to the person in front of me with the sign "I'm Tommy Cash" lmao I wish Kä would've noticed it was very cute 😂❤

Yeah, I dunno, it was just such a fantastic night. I didn't think it'd be that great queuing since it was in Brussels (no offense to folks that live in Brussels lmao but I find it a deeply unpleasant city) but this concert to me was honestly even better than the one in Antwerpen last year :"D And that one was already excellent too. Also shout out to everyone that brought party poppers and glowsticks and stickers and balloons to play with ❤❤ It really helped contribute to the great atmosphere 🥰💚

[drdemonprince]

the man I've been seeing is cagey about his age (recently figured he's late 30s early 40s) and it makes me so sad that he's had to lie about his youth to feel comfortable. I don't blame him (he's very handsome and passes well for ~30, maybe a bit younger) because everyone seems to get so /weird/ once you're a gay man pushing 40.

no real question here, I just wanted to contribute to the age gap discussion (I'm mid twenties, so it's anywhere from 10 to 20 years depending on how accurate I am lol)

Yeah, this is so real. I have age display turned off on Grindr and it makes a palpable difference in how people respond to me -- a much wider array of people are interested and don't make as many assumptions about me when they don't see the 35 next to my display name. Some people who are older than me have expressed interest and then bounced when I told them my age, which is pathetic. A friend of mine who is a straight woman says that now that she's 41 she gets weird insecure belittling comments from younger guys who are into her but have their own anxieties about age that they project onto her, and the moment she rejects anyone younger than her, they lash out about her age if they want to get under her skin. It sucks.

I am very happy to be the age that I am with all the experience that encompasses, and I am also a disabled person who is, developmentally, a lot closer to people significantly younger than me in some respects, and have a ton in common with people who are aging in many others. You really can't know anything about who a person is based on their age and we need to stop obsessing over generations as if they're a strong reflection of a person's personality and outlook, or their value. I know playful jubilliant 50- and 60-somethings who explore abandoned buildings and make crazy noise music and throw parties and I know 21 year old homebodies who go to bed at 9pm and have five cats and people of every age of every possible constellation of traits. my life is richer from knowing and being close to people in their early 20s all the way up to people in their 70s and spending time with those groups all as friends. and if the connection was right i'd date someone anywhere in that range too.

[lumilasi]

Spooktober day 10: Haunted House (+ Ava & Roman's apartment)

Finally, after 3 days I'm finished with this one. I decided to still keep this as a spooktober prompt as well, but the bottom one is the "canonical" look/vibe for this place. (I know the perspectives are all out of wack, never tried to make this look realistic lol)

Below, I've listed more info for the actual home of my main gal and her BF:

Living room & hallway:

They have a special house-phone at the end of the entrance hallway which is common in their world. This one is something you can use to also make calls in into the human realm, when compared to Ether-style cellphones. These are typically powered by special spacial crystals. (Ether's energy source is these crystals, rather than electricity, you won't see electricity sockets anywhere as a result)

The glowing wall decor is an actual vine plant, not LED lights. They are common decorative item among fae folk like Ava, a special plant that once harvested can survive up to 5-10 years by absorbing magic particles from the air. The glow is a side effect of this process and the color changes depending on the seasons. (Winter = white, Spring = light green, Summer = warm orange red, Fall = Yellow)

They typically dine at the window seat table. Ava used to eat at the small half-circle one in her kitchen when she lived alone, but they decided to get a bigger table when Roman moved in, and placed it in the living room as it was more spacious.

Bedroom

The wardobe facing the bed is a common enchanted one, where it is bigger on the inside and functions more like a closet. These are common ways to solve storage problems in Ether.

the window seat is one of Ava's favorite places to drink her coffee or tea during early mornings.

The Dr. Who policebox wardrobe has a mirror on the door, (Couldn't make it visible from this angle) which sometimes spooks Roman when he's waking up very dazed and groggy.

Bathroom

Ava and Roman have a very typical Washing-drum for their clothes. It is not earth-like washing machine, but a wooden rectangular drum (can also be circular) with special water and heat producing crystals at the bottom. This magic device both washes and dries clothes. The crystal turns from red to green once its done.

The small red and yellow mat in front of the sink was Roman's contribution, Ava asked him to pick one (she doesn't mind it clashes with the rest of the bathroom colors, Ava finds it charming)

Kitchen

The entire kitchen was redesigned by Roman, after Ava gave him permission to decide on it since she was planning on changing it up anyway. (She did this as their first anniversary gift, wanting to have him feel more at home in her place by contributing something more major to how it looks)

The place was designed to somewhat mimic Roman's childhood kitchen, as one of his fondest early memories was watching his late mama cook there.

Like the washer, dishwasher is also Ether-styled, another magic barrel embedded into the cabinets, this one has a circular rack to pull up and place the dirty dishes on.

Library/Study

This room hasn't changed much from the time this apartment was occupied by Ava's uncle, Alois. The only thing she added was the pillow pile/fluffy blanket for Roman to snooze on when he is in his hound form.

The study table spot also has a mirror that can be covered with doors; Ava often does her make up here to leave the bathroom free for Roman to use.

More fun facts

The apartment is at the corner of an U-shaped building, and the way to access the apartments in this building is an outdoor balcony pathway instead of an indoor corridor.

There is a front yard park of sorts in the middle of the U-shape, that also includes a special patio area for hanging out. Ava sometimes uses it for a small gathering or a party with her friends during summer, as the area can be sound proofed with magic, to not bother other neighbors.

The back windows of the apartments face a large park; Ava's workplace - Night City tattoo parlor - is almost right across from it, so she often shortcuts through the park to get to work. The side windows face the next similar building and a street. Front windows naturally face the inner yard.

Yoruga, Roman's coworker, lives in the same apartment building, just at the opposite side, and at the end of the U arm. (His apartment is also smaller, a two-room instead of three rooms)

[michelleleewise]

Gilded Cage

A drabble for The Slumber Party Writers Warm-Up

I got--

Pairing: Thor x succubus! Reader

Warnings: forced imprisonment, dubcon/subcon elements, restraints, dom/sub dynamics, abduction, explicit smut, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, hand job, 18+, nsfw.

Summary: Thor goes in search of a creature of legend....

A/n- my contribution to the writing challenge @the-slumberparty. I wasn't sure who else wanted to be tagged lol. Hope you enjoy ❤️

"I know what your probably thinking...oh no Thor's locked in a cage, how did this happen!?" He mocked, sighing as he closed his eyes. "I bet your wondering how I got here." Thor said, laying on the floor of the cage, chains wrapped tight around his chest "sometimes you have to get captured to get answers." He continued, looking around the large cave, reds and blacks melting together as smoke billowed across the ground.

"You see, I've been having these dreams as of late, this beautiful enchantress comes to me, her long flowing hair, her beautiful skin...." he trailed off "I have searched the Nine for such an enchantress, and that path has led me here...to this cage, where I met you." He said, lifting his head up smiling at the skeleton that was sharing the cage with him, it's jaw bone falling off as Thor laughed. "You know what my brother would say?" He laughed looking back to the top of the cage "he would say.." he stopped, feeling the cage jerk and slowly start lowering to the ground.

He tilted his head, seeing a hooded figure sat on a large golden dais as the the cage touched the floor. "Well well, Thor....son of odin." He heard a woman's voice laugh as you stood, slowly walking down the steps "I never imagined I would be graced by the Prince of Asgards presence, well...this one." You said, slowly lowering your hood as you took purposeful strides towards him "you! I've been looking for you!" Thor yelled seeing you smile. "Well, you have found me...what do you intend to do now?" You asked striding along the cage, your fingers running across the bars.

"The dreams....what are they? Why do I see you?" He asked sternly hearing you laugh "oh my dear, dear Prince...so naive." You mocked crossing your arms. "Your brother knows all too well what i am." You winked "I do not wish to discuss my brother's hedonistic ways lady.." he trailed off looking into your eyes "y/n...but I am no lady." You said, your smile widening. "Very well...y/n, why do you haunt my dreams?" He asked firmly. "Since you have traveled so far asgardian, I shall tell you what you wish to know." You purred, leaning down you pressed your arms firmly around your chest pushing your breasts out "I need your life force." You smiled watching him blink repeatedly.

"I am what is known to you as a succubus, a demon if you will" you said straightening up "the dreams you have are of an....erotic nature yes?" You asked watching him swallow hard "y..yes, they are." He stuttered "well you see, I feed off of your desire, your...arousal." you purred sauntering around the cage "usually, I only invade dreams for a short while, long enough to sustain myself before moving on." You continued. Turning to face him you gripped the bars of the cage in your hands "but you...God of fertility...offer much more." You said smiling again. "And what would that be demon?" He snapped, his nostrils flaring.

"Life...my dear Prince." You said letting go of the cage "I must bear a child soon, to continue my line. And when I found you.." you said walking to the door of the cage "I knew it had to be you." You said opening the door. "I will never lay with one such as you." He snarled as you stepped inside "are you sure? I can be quite...convincing." you said kneeling down next to him, running your fingers along the chain. "When I have ensured the succession of my line, you will be free to go...to return to you land never to hear from me again." You said leaning down, your lips grazing his ear "you have never known a woman like me, I can give you pleasure you've only fantasized about in your wildest imagination." You whispered seeing him shiver.

"I have seen your dreams son of odin...i can give you all of that and more." You continued. "A...and you will release me...when it is done?" He asked as you leaned back, looking into his deep blue eyes "yes. You have my word." You smiled. Thor cleared his throat, looking down watching your fingers dance along the chain "very well, do what you must." He said sternly lifting his chin, his jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. You began chanting something he didn't understand as the chains around him dissolved, the hard surface of the cage becoming soft beneath him. He opened his eyes looking around he saw he was in a large bedroom. The walls covered in crimson, paintings hung across the room. Looking up seeing a large canopy spread above him, long red gossamer curtains hanging down skirting along the bed.

"There, now isn't this better then that dirty cage?" He heard, looking over seeing you standing next to the bed, wearing only a smile as his eyes traveled up and down your body, your skin shimmering in the candle light. "Hands up my prince." You purred, pulling a piece of red fabric from a drawer near the bed. Reluctantly he reached above him grabbing the headboard as his eyes focused back up to the canopy, feeling the bed dip slightly as you kneeled on it, reaching over him to tie his wrists your breasts hung at his eye level, your nipples hard and taught making him want to take one into his mouth. "There... let's see how good you can be hmm?" You purred leaning back on your haunches.

"Now, time to open my present." You said smiling looking up and down his long frame, covered in leather and metal making you lick your lips. "Be a good boy and tell me how to take this off or I'll cut it off." You growled pulling a knife from the same drawer as he shifted his hips "the fastenings...they are around the back." He said looking wide eyed at the knife. "Well your no fun...turn over." You huffed, setting the knife down watching him shift to his side. You tugged at the laces, releasing the leather tunic from him as he rolled onto his back "oh no...looks like I'll have to cut it off anyway." You feigned sadness grabbing your knife "no...wait! Unbind me and I'll..." he started when you cut through the leather around his arms, effectively leaving his chest bare.

"I would have just taken it off." He huffed watching you drop the tunic to the floor with a loud thud. "Oops.." you said crawled down to his feet pulling his boots off, tossing them down with the tunic as you reached up unlacing his leather pants eyeing the very prominent bulge "oh my, someone is excited." You winked hooking your fingers into the hem of his pants dragging them down his muscular thighs, your fingers grazing his warm skin as you pulled them from him throwing them in the pile. You sat back looking at him, admiring the raw strength he held. Placing your hands on his thighs you slowly moved up, watching the muscles flex and twitch as you dug your nails into his flesh before reaching your prize.

"My...you really are a God aren't you." You breathed, biting your lip as your eyes met his very large, very hard cock. "I...I have never had a complaint." He said shakely as you wrapped your fingers around him, sucking in a breath seeing your fingers couldn't even wrap around him entirely "I'm sure you haven't thunderer." You smiled as you slowly moved your hand up and down, twisting your wrist as your hand came up. "Do you like that my prince?" You purred hearing him moan "y...yes." he breathed, trying to lift his hips with your hand hearing him whimper when you slapped his thigh "no moving." You said sternly "y...yes ma'am." He stuttered pressing his hips back down. "Good boy, now lay back and let me take what I need." You growled pumping him faster.

You tightened your grip, stroking him firmly eliciting the most delicious sounds from him "as much as I would love to taste you, I need you inside me...now" you growled. Releasing him you heard him whine as you shifted above him, throwing your leg over his torso you straddled his hips, looking into his eyes seeing the deep blue had turned dark with lust "shh...I'll take care of you." You cooed, lifting your hips you reached between you, rubbing his hard length through your folds as you rocked back and forth "mmm gods...you are going to feel amazing inside me." You moaned. You lined him up, looking back into his eyes "are you ready my prince?" You asked seeing his arms flex as he pulled on the restraint "y...yes...please..." he moaned as you slowly began lowering yourself onto him.

A moan passed your lips as you slowly took him in, his cock stretching you like you never have been before when you felt the slightest rise in his hips "what d..did I say!?" You groaned clenching your jaw "you just...ahhh feel s...so good." He moaned shifting again when you stopped moving "if you move again, you will not find release this night. Am I understood?" You asked sternly watching him nod frantically "i..I won't move." He panted "p..please..." he said, his voice strained looking up at you "since you asked so nicely." You smiled, pressing your hips down, you both gasping as your hips met his. "Norns, your...big." you breathed bracing yourself on his chest, feeling his muscles flex under your fingers.

You lifted your hips, raising to his tip sliding back down watching his fists clench, his eyes screwed shut as you circled your hips, quickening your pace bouncing up and down on him. "Y..you may...ahhh gods...move my prince." You moaned, feeling his hips thrust up meeting yours. You clenched around him hearing him moan loudly, his lips parting forming an o as you slammed down hard on him. "A..are you going to....mmm...come my prince?" You gritted feeling him twitch inside you "y...yes...norns yes!" He yelled, arching up into you. "That's it...give it to me....mmm...give me what I desire." You panted, feeling your core tighten as he shifted, hitting that spot inside you "oh gods...thor!" You yelled, throwing your head back you drug your nails down his chest leaving a trail of red in their wake.

"I'm....com...gaahhh..." he tried as he thrust up hard, coating your walls with his seed, electricity pulsing through you pushing you over the edge you came hard yelling his name as you took what you wanted, draining him feeling him go limp under you. You rocked your hips up and down, slowly working you both through your highs looking down seeing his eyes closed, his arms hanging slack "Thor...wake up." You said slapping his cheek you saw his eyes shoot open. "W..what..." he strutted looking up at you through half lidded eyes. "You will need to rest, I've drained a significant amount of your essence." You said slowly lifting off if him hearing him whimper. You walked across the room, grabbing your robe from a chair in the corner you slid it over your shoulders tying it as you turned around "release me demon, I did as you asked." He demanded pulling on his restraint.

"Well, you see...I have to ensure your seed takes, so...I cannot release you." You said smiling "that was not the deal." He said sternly as you walked to the bed, kneeling next to him you brushed his golden hair from his forehead "I have a secret for you....I lied." You whispered seeing his eyes widen. "My dear Prince, no one has satisfied me as you have." You said standing from the bed "your essence can sustain me for centuries with your nature....asgardian." you purred sauntering along the bed "so I see no reason to end our little...arrangement." you purred. "Wha...no! I refuse!" Thor yelled pulling on his bindings. "Oh my dear pet...you think you have a choice?" You laughed crossing your arns. "you came to me remember." You smiled.

Raising your hand you began chanting watching the bindings dissolve, the collar wrapping firmly around his neck a she reached up grabbing it. "Wha..." he trailed off sitting up pulling on the collar "rest...you are mine now." You said sternly striding to the door "and I always take care of whats mine...pet." you said opening the door closing it behind you. Thor shot up, quickly slipping his pants on taking long strides to the door, his fingers grazing the knob when something pulled on the collar, yanking him back into the room.

He quickly looked around the windowless room, seeing no other door or escape. He sighed flopping down on the bed, your words echoing in his mind "centuries..." he sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees he rubbed his forehead. He was going to be here a long...long time....

@vbecker10 @mochie85 @springdandelixn

[kpop-s-akura]

𝒮𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 || 𝓉.𝓇𝓀

🌸Pairing: Takayma Riki x fem!Reader 🌸Description: When your boyfriend decides to sniff you. 🌸Genre(s)/Content: SFW; fluff; domestic fluff; some humor; established relationship; Riki is referred to as Taki; Taki sniffs you lol; Taki and Reader are so down bad for each other😋; kissing; pet names (baby, worm(?), pup, love); written for mobile; let me know if there's anything else! 🌸Word Count: 898 🌸A/N: At the end; was too long lol

Happy reading!🤎🩶

⭐️Inspiration:⭐️ [BE ORIGINAL] &TEAM(앤팀) 'War Cry' (Behind) (ENG/JPN) at 5:17

🎶Now Playing:🎶 Scent of you by &TEAM

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“Taki. Baby. Why are you sniffing me?”

After finishing your chores early on, you decided to wait for Taki by lazing around on the couch for the majority of the day with entertainment from your phone.

When your boyfriend finally came home from a late practice, he took the liberty of free-falling onto you and laying all of his weight on your body.

“Oof! Takiiiiiii~~~” You whined with a near gasp. You were barely able to keep your phone in your grip with your left hand dangling off the couch. “Why are you crushing my airways?”

Dramatic as always, his head shot up with a look of betrayal.

“‘Crushing your airways?’ I’m showing my love!”

“Well ‘your love’ is not letting my lungs work properly so you need to get off.”

Taki didn’t hesitate before incessantly wiggling around on top of you, for what seemed longer than necessary, while letting out little gremlin noises.

By the time he finally settled half on you and half on the couch, your lungs could barely recover from how much you were laughing.

“God, you’re such a worm.”

“Mm, thank you.” He said with a comfortable sigh, placing his head gently near yours and draping his arm across your stomach.

You chuckled while setting your phone down on the side table behind you. 

You then brought a hand up to pet his hair, fingers occasionally sifting through the soft brown-blonde oreo strands.

Usual chit-chat occurred as you both cuddled: he told you about his day, practice, and how the boys were doing. You replied with how uneventful yours was and how glad you were to have him home.

The domesticity of your current entanglement was not lost on either of you, and it warmed both of your hearts.

You two stayed like that for an indefinite amount of time, having settled into soft mutters and eyes fluttering in half-sleepiness.

Your hand was continuously moving through Taki’s hair, both parties thoroughly enjoying the soothing action. At this point, your eyes were resting closed and you were unsure if he was even still awake.

Until you felt him shift upwards and gingerly plant his nose in the juncture between your jaw and neck, focusing on the column of skin and inhaling.

Your eyes gradually opened at the sensation, bringing you to this moment.

“No reason; you smell good.” Taki’s words were slightly mumbled as he dragged his nose up and down the side of your neck tenderly. This went on for a couple more seconds before he returned back to the space in between your head and shoulder.

This wasn’t the first time Taki has done this — to you or any of the other members. It was no wonder he was able to identify you all by your scent alone.

You’ve grown more and more used to it when you two started dating.

It was endearing and contributed to the puppy-like image you held of him, much to the chagrin of Maki.

So, you rarely questioned it. And even then, you didn’t get much of an answer besides a nonchalant shrug.

“What do I smell like, pup?” Taki felt his heart jump at the nickname, your words being accompanied by languid strokes up and down his back. You gazed at the top of his head, watching your other hand go on with its ministrations in his hair.

“Like ripe fruit; maybe strawberries and melon?” You hummed.

“Kind of reminds me of summer. Like sunshine, but not sunscreen. Not too strong, but sort of addictive once you notice it. It’s sweet, but not like pastries or candy. It’s not sickly,” he continued. “It’s uniquely you.”

Taki then looked up at you, possibly the first time since he flopped on top of you some hours ago; your hand fell from his head with the motion. 

Your breath nearly caught in your chest as you locked eyes.

His eyes seemed more soft than usual, rounder. There was a slight haziness to them, water slightly lining the edges like he was about to cry. The minute redness told you that it was partly from the drowsiness and partially something else.

His lips were naturally pouty and puckered, the rosy pink becoming even more tempting when his tongue peaked out to lick them fleetingly. 

You wanted to kiss them so, so badly.

He looked ethereal like this.

You smiled deeply at him, not allowing the shyness to take over, and cupped his cheek in one hand. You resisted the urge to pinch and pull at it like usual, opting to brush your thumb delicately across the soft skin.

“Thank you, love.” You lifted your head off the pillow and slightly craned your neck in order to briefly peck his lips.

Once you pulled back, you observed Taki taking a moment to seemingly recover from the kiss by blinking numerous times. 

He must’ve been really caught off guard to look like a deer in headlights.

Such an adorable deer.

He then mirrored your expression with a growing grin, blush painting his cheeks prettily, though it surely wasn’t any match for your own.

Wordlessly, he adjusted his position to lay on your chest, arms coming to wrap around your waist like you were a teddy bear.

As you went back to caressing his head, quietly humming a random song, you wondered if he could feel the prominent beating of your heart.

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🌸A/N: I'm so shocked and proud at myself for how short it took me to write this, might be the shortest amount of time I've ever took. I also honestly can't believe I was able to write a drabble since I always tend to draw my stories out, but Taki broke my curse!

I was first inspired by a clip from &TEAM's 'War Cry' Behind video on STUDIO CHOOM where Taki goes around sniffing the members lol. I also thought of a new perfume I got recently that I fell absolutely in love with. That then led me to remember the several times my friend, @my-starhwa, sniffed me and complimented how I smell lmoa. So I wrote this! This isn't what I was originally working on when I posted that last note, but I'm glad I was able to publish something nonetheless! I hope to be back again very soon with another one!

[stevenrogered]

Ryan & Oliver + making each other laugh on set

[toomuchracket]

Flatmate! / Dad! Matty universe. The band accepting an award. Matty doing the speech. After he has done all of the formalities, he says (and IMAGINE this in his voice)

“and lastly, but most importantly to me, I want to thank my family. Everything I do is for you. Thank you. I love you so so much, my darlings’.

And you’re wiping a tear away, sat at the band’s table in the venue. Your children are at home, watching with Denise, cheering because ‘daddy is on telly’.

oh my god... ok, your little one is three and your eldest is five or six, and denise is over at yours watching them while you and matty are at the brits. obsessed with the idea that the two of them were proper curious while mummy and daddy were getting ready, and that they've put their own party clothes on to celebrate the evening too, despite not actually going to the ceremony :')) matty's like to you "honestly, if you didn't look so stunning tonight i'd literally suggest we just skip the whole thing and stay here to have a party with the girls", and you're like "if i didn't look so good? what about the prestigious 'outstanding contribution to music' award you and the boys are being presented with tonight?". and matty's like "no yeah of course that's great, but the real important thing for tonight is me getting to show off how hot my wife is on national tv" and he calls the girls over like "isn't mummy extra beautiful tonight?", and they're like mesmerised by your sparkly dress giving it "you look like a princess, mummy!" which sets them off on a "let's go and watch the little mermaid" moment lol. and matty's like "can't believe they'd rather watch the little mermaid than their own parents and uncles on tv smh", and you laugh when denise responds "you've got some cheek saying that, matthew, you were exactly the same when you were their age" - while matty cringes, she promises you that she'll make sure they see the boys get their award and then kicks you out of the house like "you're going to be late, go on!"

anyway, the ceremony is all chill - the boys do their red carpet pics, the significant others join them for a couple, then each pair gets a little individual shot, and then i think charli corrals the girls into a professional red carpet pic together too so you four can "break the internet" lol. you have some drinks and watch various artists you like (and some you don't, let's be real here) perform, cuddling into matty's side and just enjoying being close to him, you giggle at your friends ducking under the table to smoke cigs... just fun vibes, really, as you wait for the boys to be presented with their award. speaking of, i think it would be someone really cool that they got in to present it - in my ideal world, because she knows them already, it would be stevie nicks (which frankly you're freaking the fuck out about). and she introduces the boys, who go up onstage to rapturous applause and each do a little thank-you speech and talk about different parts of their career - idk who goes first and whatnot, but matty definitely goes last and discusses their more recent stuff. after thanking the people he has to, he'd definitely say something like "my incredible, gorgeous wife, my favourite person in the world, has inspired songs from every album and EP that the 1975 have ever released; i want to thank you, sweetheart, for loving me as much as you do - it's reciprocated, believe me - and for giving me not just inspiration, but our two beautiful daughters as well. this most recent album is a result of being around my three girls, my family, my whole world and reason for being, and it's all for them, as is everything i do. my wife is here, and i think our daughters are watching from home with nana, so i just want to say - my darlings, i love you so so much. thank you for everything you do for me. this award is yours, really". and you're just fucking SOBBING at the table, clinging onto carly (also sobbing. actually, all the girls are, and so are the boys), and when matty gets back to his seat the two of you have a big hug and a(n arguably damp) kiss. then your phone buzzes with a text from denise - a video of the girls standing in front of the tv in your living room, your eldest like "look! daddy's on the telly" and jumping up and down excitedly, and your little one going "mummy and auntie carly too!" when it cuts to a shot of the two of you during matty's speech, and the two of them getting even more hyped when they realise daddy is talking about them lol. and you show matty, giggling like "well, your mum's never getting them to bed on time tonight with them that hyper; he tears up a bit again when he sees them, but laughs too and says "fuck it. let's go home and party with them tonight, instead of staying out", and you're like "honestly great idea". and you do - you and matty skip the afterparties and go home to your babas instead, staying up drinking tea and eating cookies with them until they conk out on the sofa, then carry them to their beds and fall sleepily into your own, content with the lovely night you had <3

[roslynwrites]

Hi there!

I found you from your beautiful, stunning, nothing short of perfect fic, Incendiary! Apologies if you don’t want new fans/ commenters (feel free to ignore this message if it’s a lot!)

But because reviews were turned off I just had to let you know how amazing the fic was - somehow! This is not an attempt to ask you about your next chapter status or anything like that but to really applaud you for the work you’ve given us for FREE. I think zutara fans in general have felt alienated by the community (esp when creators of the show have openly mocked us) so finding like minded people & quality fics are seriously one of the things that make me so happy.

My brain rot with Zutara died a few years again & then I started watching the live action … saw the infamous scarf scene and well spiraled right back in. Last time I was obsessed with the pairing, was before your fic. So when I stumbled over it this round I ate it up within 2 days … despite having to be up early haha. It was such a master piece even as I write this comment I’m in awe. I wanted to leave detailed reviews on each chapter but honestly the way you built the story, woven canon elements into it & structured the dialogue was breath taking. You brought back so many details and even though it’s canon divergent - everything made sense. It’s not one of those ‘it’s outrageous but for the sake of the fic whatever’, it actually worked WELL.

The characters would do those things had it been a more mature show, aged up, different circumstances. I love that. I also appreciated the lack of focus on kataang and having Katara be more than just a trophy - she felt so true to her essence. I’m not sure what I was even looking for scrolling absentmindedly thought Ao3 but finding your masterpiece was really not something I’d dream of. I did think loosely of a forced proximity, marriage trope for them and you executed in such a satisfying way. I can say that I am so so happy for coming across this. I think I’ve learned alot from the way you write as well. You did such a good job with some of the sequencing and ahhh just a true delight and joy to read.

All this to say I’m so very thankful for your contribution to zutara nation!! You gave the fandom such a priceless gift I know incendiary will be a fic I come back to often to reread and marvel. I hope everything is well with you🫶🏼

This ask made me tear up a little with happy tears; thank you so much for coming here to send this to me, you wonderful person <3

It's interesting you mention the alienation of the zutara fandom in relation to other parts of the fandom, it's actually something I ponder a lot. Fandom dynamics are so interesting in general to me, and every fandom is a little different. I am not a Zutara veteran by any means, I sauntered in quite late to the party and I don't really interact much with other parts of the fandom nor in any discourse, but even to reclusive old me I think it's fairly obvious that the creators deciding it was a great idea to essentially declare open season on personally insulting a large portion of the fandom based on fictional shipping tastes had a pretty large impact on how the atla fandom interacts lol.

Which is, of course, a shame, but cultivating fun, relaxing spaces is still thankfully possible, and I do think that the loud troublemakers (regardless of ship) are a small percentage of fandom; the chill people are usually just quieter and have to be actively found. I am sooo glad my fic could deliver some joy and feeling of like-mindedness for you :)

[goreshitrushi2]

You’ve probably answered this a dozen times but what about Kizashige got you into it and what made you stay into it?

I. well, I basically got into corpse party for kizami and morishige in the first place, back in late 2019. serial killer AND gore obsessed freak, I knew from the very beginning they would be my favorites. but when I read kizami's wiki page specifically his relationship section over morishige and how he suicidebaited him, it legitimately sounded so hilarious to me I had to witness it so I watched last waltz before even finishing my playthrough of blood covered.

and I think it ruined my life. last waltz is definitely one of the biggest contributing factors to what I got out of kizashige through literally the entire thing. like the set up of kizami watching morishige perform, kizami's antagonism mixed with genuine intrigue ("those of like mind have a certain bond in here", "MY PREY HAS BEEN CAUGHT"), the fact that morishige isn't even receptive to kizami's intimidation in the beginning (talking back at kizami even when he's restraining and twisting his arm!??!?!?!)

no, that part was actually crazy to me in how oblivious morishige was to how much of a threat kizami was. it really made a large part of my interpretation of their dynamic be that morishige wouldn't give a single fuck about kizami's power (i.e, social status) which kizami would be really surprised by (annoyed that all his effort in his presentation has no effect on this one person? relieved that finally there's someone who doesn't care for any of that bullshit and can see him for who he really is?).

and that's where I get into the domestic shit because when I started thinking of them outside of heavenly host, that really made me obsessed with kizashige. I think it's fun and cute, but when they only interact like twice in very specific circumstances, you think it would be really hard, right. good thing they parallel each other in like every way possible.

the death thing is obvious, they both feel dehumanized by their families, and scenes like when morishige talks about how people only care about popularity contests instead of actual talent vs where kizami rants about how people only care about trivial things and humans can be so much better than that. maybe it's just because I'm a jaded college student, but that shit is seriously relatable to me lol. AND I WANT THEM TO RELATE TO EACH OTHER.

they are bitter, cynical, and lonely people, and it's that persuasive loneliness to the both of them that gets me. that's why they both die in heavenly host-- morishige never allows himself to open up and connect with the people he meets to get out of heavenly host, always berating who he pairs up with in his head or outright refusing their help and trying to find mayu on his own, only to succumb to his obsession. kizami completely letting his own beliefs of himself being incapable to connect with others dictate his actions as some sort of "fuck you" to everyone else, until he meets yuka and thinks he can finally gain that sense of humanity, but does it in the wrong way entirely.

it's relatable, especially in how much of it is something they both enable in themselves. there's no shame in admitting that I'm really attached to them because of my own history with mental illness. I project onto them a lot, it's kind of eerily easy to do so. to me, they are somehow just really evocative of a specific experience growing up mentally ill where it's all you've ever been, and either taking it to the extreme or making some sort of peace with that.

just individually, I have never liked two characters so much before, they are both so genuinely uniquely written and layered characters to me. I find them both very comforting and interesting and have so much fun working with them together or alone.

I love kizashige.

[teababe27]

The Right Skin

Kinktober prompt list by @josiebelladonna / @feverinfeveroutfic

Prompt(s):

Paradise Day 8: Lingerie

Another IRL story/stream of consciousness/thoughts post.

These IRL stories will be partly stream-of-consciousness, partly thought-out. Somewhat as a stop-gap while I figure out my fic writing process, somewhat to remember some kinky times with people over the years, somewhat to parse out some thoughts, somewhat to feel like I'm actually contributing.

People I may reference in my IRL stories:

E = Boyfriend #1

C = Boyfriend #2

With pictures!

"I mean you know how you in general get me lol…So adding sexy lingerie and stockings amplifies that" - E

Lingerie is one of my main kinks. I feel like there could be a few reasons why.

I feel it's partly an aesthetic thing. I like how a lot of it looks. I like how a lot of it looks on me.

I feel it's partly a sensation/sensory thing. I like how a lot of it feels. I like how a lot of it feels on me. Especially when I, my boyfriends, or other people touch me in it, their hands moving all over, especially when I'm wearing fishnets (been discovering I like this, or maybe more seeing my boyfriends' reactions to it; a hint for later).

I have way too many nice/sexy pairs of panties and cool bras (I feel like I had such an addiction in college to buying lingerie, especially when I went to more kink parties; I can't help but still do so sometimes when I'm with my boyfriends) to talk about without going off track and making this post super-long, so I'll talk about a few that I have.

In my last year of college, I bought these two pairs of panties - one in gray, one in blue - whose sides have a few straps instead of one big strip of fabric. I saw them on the mannequin in Victoria's Secret and thought they looked hot, so I figured I'd get them for myself. And they do, not to brag. I still have them, and I still break them out with my boyfriends every now and then. The straps on the sides show just enough skin to tease. "You've caught a glimpse, now come find out more." I sometimes pull or snap the straps as another way to tease or show off. E recently has pulled and held on and ran his fingers between them once to take them off of me before touching me/my clit down there. These panties also show off a good portion of my ass, which both of my boyfriends definitely like.

"Everyone wants to touch the hot chick's butt" - C, recently (I wasn't wearing these particular panties, though)

One of my favorite bras is a push-up bra, a forest or chartreuse green. I tend to buy push-up bras because I occasionally feel insecure about my smaller tits (34B, I know it's in proportion with my petite frame, but still), though I hate that the underwire eventually collapses/pokes through. This bra was actually bought to replace an old blue push-up bra and another green one. I actually have a couple green push-up and regular bras. I just love that color, especially the darker/forest shades.

I have another bra that I got in college that I wear on special occasions. I call it my Type O Negative bra because it's green and black with a fishnet/lace pattern on it.

But probably the lingerie I've gotten the most mileage out of lately has been this fishnet set I got at Connecticon in 2023. The top is off-the-shoulder, kinda halter-ish, almost like a shrug. The bottom is just regular panties that show off a bit more butt than regular panties, but with a fishnet criss-cross pattern on top.

I've worn it a few times when doing sexy things with the boyfriends. The first time I wore it with E, I wore it with pasties, bright green flowers poking from underneath. One time with both of them, I tried wearing it with nothing else under the top, considering C is huge into fishnets. C practically pounced on my chest once I tried it, lol.

I've probably worn it most often with one of the two bras I'd mentioned earlier, though lately it's been more with the Type O Negative bra; the criss-cross fishnet patterns match perfectly. I've also paired it with these fishnet stockings with an attached faux-garter.

After the above-mentioned encounter with C, I realized that I probably felt sexier wearing this outfit with a bra on underneath, rather than just pasties or nothing at all. C pretty much put it into words when he said something to the effect of (paraphrasing): "It's showing off the right skin, not just skin in general."

(It so helps to have a boyfriend who's a writer/creative type and also autistic. He's so good with words sometimes.)

And that, I realize, is another reason I like lingerie. The teasing aspect. Leaving things to the imagination a little. The fact that you don't have to get naked to drive people wild. (I honestly so get off on that, lbr.) And sometimes (probably my main reason), it just plain looks better than being naked.