#time to listen to silk chiffon

[lunawish]

Q : WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA? A : CHIFFON.

stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows. your essence is chiffon: your soft heart disarms those who meet you. you willingly swallow your feelings for everyone else; it is easier to hide your sensitivity. you may be a mirror, reflecting the best back at others, and not knowing quite who you are inside. you are the compromiser. you are the recaster. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ashen, hickory, brown, and grey, who act with patience. you are also drawn to the cheerful orchid and honey, who will help you grow and discover what actually makes you happy. however, you may struggle to get along with the wild-hearted personalities of mauve and terracotta who act on their whims.

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[wri0thesley]

not sfw, minors dni. reader wears a nightgown and is married to diluc.

It's so hard when he has to be away.

He knows you do not begrudge his work; you had told him, smile on your pretty lips, that you knew when you married the tycoon of the Mondstadt wine industry you were marrying the business as well as the man. You'd batted your lashes and said you hoped he'd still have time for the pleasures of a man, and Diluc had felt a warm heat glow in his cheeks, and had hushed you with a kiss before any of the wedding guests had seen and began to wonder.

But he has begun to begrudge it himself. He could leave much of it to Elzer, he supposes; the quality of the grapes, the trade deals, the things that Dawn Winery has always provided to Mondstadt as a whole . . . but he finds himself unwilling to let go quite so fully. And certainly, he could not have let go of this particular work of his; could not in good conscience expect Elzer to don a mask and patrol the streets at night and risk body and life for the safety of the denizens of Diluc's beloved nation--

But oh, when he drags himself home at two in the morning, weary and blood-stained and bruised with the heaviness of protection weighing him down, he cannot help but wish he could leave it all behind and spend the evenings luxuriating in the warmth of your embrace instead of the searing flames he calls forth with his vision to cleanse the streets.

He pauses at the threshold of the bedroom.

Something is . . . different.

Not wrong, exactly. He would know if it were wrong; he fancies he would be able to tell if you were in danger even if he were in Inazuma or Sumeru - that some thread of his soul tying it to yours would tug urgently and he would know. But he is used to you being buried beneath the covers by the time he returns, your lovely face a peaceful mask of sleep. Sometimes a book laid upon the covers, for you've been reading and trying to stay awake for him - sometimes your hairbrush still loosely held in one hand, for you often wish to brush his hair before bed and he does not always know what nights the services of the Dark Night Hero may be needed.

But he can hear something, behind the intricately carved wooden door. A rustling; a soft, rhythmic noise. He lets his eyes close briefly; tries to centre himself, and work out what it is that is happening behind his bedroom door.

Oh.

It makes itself clearer in small increments.

He realises the rustling is sheets; the whisper of silk and lace, your nightgown against the soft cotton. The sound of skin rustling fabric, loud in a room that ought only to be privy, at this time, to your soft even breathing.

He pinpoints another noise; something quiet but wet, a slick, rhythmic pumping . . . and his throat goes dry. The pumping is in time to a breath that is far from even; and even as he stays there, listening, he begins to hear the slightest whimpering pant in an octave most familiar to him.

It is only you. He knows that; he has complete faith in you when it comes to these matters, as he knows you hold in him. How could he ever wish for somebody else, when he has your hands to come home to, soft and warm upon his cheeks and eyelids and mouth as if they could heal the horrors he has seen? How could he want any other body pressed against him but yours, when the two of you are twin flames; musical instruments that fill in the gaps. When he is a violin and you are the bow, playing his strings until he is helpless under you - incomplete?

You are too far gone to hear the soft creak of the door - despite Diluc's bulk, he has always been good at moving in the shadows, undetected. You are, Diluc notes with a soft smile of amusement and fondness, utterly lost in whatever fantasy it is you are building for yourself - your eyes squeezed shut, tears of pleasure dripping from your lashes, your mouth a sweet, kissable pout.

Your nightgown is all rucked up about your thighs; in the glimmer of the moonlight through the fluttering chiffon curtains, he can see that slick droplets of arousal paint your thighs. And against your mouth, your nose - being breathed in with every sigh and pant and whimper - is one of Diluc's shirts.

He knows it is from the laundry hamper because he can see which shirt it is; the burns at the cuff, for he had worn it not two nights ago when he had discovered an Abyss Mage in the fields too close to Dawn Winery. It smells, he's sure, of fire and smoke and his own sweat; of the cologne you had painstakingly made him as a first wedding anniversary gift (lampgrass and valberries).

He knows, then, that with the slick pump of your fingers inside of you and the whimpering and the way your body is moving in time with your own touches, that you are thinking of him.

What fantasy are you imagining? He has coaxed them out of you, slowly - shyly, admitting to some of his own on the way. You have made some flesh; he has taken you over his desk, you have dipped your pretty head between his legs on a sweet picnic, on your wedding day the two of you had slipped away, between the ceremony and the little party, and christened three rooms in the winery before you were missed (and every room besides, since then)--

It does not matter. He is quiet as he walks to the bed; as he reaches for his clothes, the cravat at his throat. He is in shirtsleeves by the time he is beside you, as he gently takes his shirt in his hands and your sweet, guileless eyes fly open in surprise.

"Diluc," you whimper, caught with three fingers stuffed inside of you and the sheen of an orgasm not fully completed masking your lovely gaze. He smiles down at you, his heart a fire in his chest - and then he swoops like his own falcon, pressing his lips against yours, so sweet and so longing and so lovely.

"Darling," he murmurs, against your lips. "I'm here. Let me help."

And the shirt is no longer needed.

[ermesskiss]

what music I think jjk students would listen to

✧ ft: yuji, megumi, nobara, maki, todo, yuta, haraki, kirara ✧ a/n: been thinking about this for a minute, and I decided to write out my opinions/hcs

jjk adult version here + jjk character playlist works here

reblogs and comments are always welcomed!!

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✦ yuji

➥ he definitely listens to pop music with overall good vibes. I also think he would listen to R&B and rap, but nothing that is too vulgar, he is the stereotypical sunshine character so I don't think it would be in character for him to listen to music that is highly explicit

➥ I feel like yuji definitely listens to music from the 2000s and 2010s, the type of music you would hear on the radio as a kid during that time, the nostalgic type stuff,

➥ I feel like he's a big fan of some of the old Drake music and Kanye's graduation album. I also think he would love Tyler, The Creator

songs

♪ Stronger: Kanye West ♪ Loving Is Easy: Rex Orange County ♪ Games On Your Phone: 24kGoldn ♪ Glitter: Tyler, The Creator ♪ Headlines: Drake

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✦ megumi

➥ my favorite emo, he for sure listens to dorky music, such as Weezer (hence, gege made Island In The Sun his theme song), probably some alt and rock

➥ though everyone calls megumi emo I don't think he would listen to sad/depressing 24/7 unless something horrible happened to him (the recent manga chapter) I think overall for somebody as grumpy as megumi, he does listen to more upbeat, positive music

➥ I think that he would listen to older music, stuff from the late '90s and early 2000s; I honestly think he listens to a little of everything in regards to the era. honestly whatever he does listen to relates to him or has some kind of story or meaning to it, if yk what I mean

songs

♪ You Get What You Give: New Radicals ♪ QUEER: BROCKHAMPTON ♪ Time to Pretend: MGMT ♪ I Want A Dog: Weezer ♪ Wake Me Up When September Ends: Green Day

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✦ nobara

➥ listens to more women artists than men (a true girls girl) regardless of the music genre, she's going to be more interested in women singers

➥ since nobara is very confident in herself and her abilities, she listens to music that makes her feel confident. Seeing her listening to sad music as she self-loath isn't in character for her

➥ a large majority of the music she enjoys is queer-coded (she's a lesbian, fight me about it)

songs

♪ Brand New City: Mitski ♪ Cherry Bomb: The Runaways ♪ Silk Chiffon: MUNA ♪ Broken Clocks: SZA ♪ Just A Girl: No Doubt

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✦ maki

➥ I get the vibes that she listens to rock music and also likes pop and some R&B; it’s a mix of all three tbh

➥ similar to Nobara, I can see her listening to music that makes her feel powerful, little music that is self-loathing; she’s trying to keep up with her stern and strong appearance

➥ is a Megan thee stallion fan, listens to her while training

songs

♪ Conceited: SZA ♪ I’m So Sick: by Flyleaf ♪ Did It On’em: Nicki Minaj ♪ Cocky Af: Megan Thee Stallion ♪ Hard Times: Paramore

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✦ todo

➥ All upbeat music, not a single sad or depressing song on his playlist

➥ Because it’s all upbeat music, he usually listens to rap and R&B. His workout playlist is the only playlist he listens to

➥ Also listens to music from female artists that are his type (Megan Thee Stallion, etc.), and he tends to listen to music that is explicit about women

songs

♪ Baby Got Back: Sir Mix-A-Lot ♪ Started From the Bottom: Drake ♪ Faneto: Chief Keef ♪ You Better Move: Lil Uzi Vert ♪ DOGTOOTH: Tyler, The Creator

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✦ yuta

➥ I think Yuta's musical taste combines Yuji’s and Megumi’s. On the one hand, he’s a lover boy, sunshine MC, and on the other hand, he has an emo/self-loathing part of his personality

➥ Given the genres, I would say he would listen to rock, alternative, bedroom pop, and Indi

➥ I think that yuta is open to listening to any type of music, he's interested in hearing other people's favorite music and he's also a bit of people pleaser so even if he doesn't like he'll agree so the other person doesn't get upset

songs

♪ Can’t Dance, Don’t Ask Me: Weezer ♪ Creep: Radiohead ♪ Day ‘N’ Nite: Kid Cudi ♪ Television/So Far So Good: Rex Orange County ♪ Bad Habit: Steve Lacy

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✦ hakari

➥ Listens to rap and R&B, without a doubt, and maybe some rock music from time to time

➥ Knowing that it is canon that he is a rebel and doesn’t like following the rules, I can see it fitting him also the fact that he’s a bookie and a player

➥ he's a drake fan

songs

♪ Baby Keem: Baby Keem ♪ Bad and Boujee: Migos ft. Lil Uzi Vert ♪ I Don’t Know Dem: Chief Keef ♪ F**kin Problems: A$Ap Rocky ♪ Crazy Story: King Von

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✦ kirara

➥ Based on their appearance and fashion style, they listen to alternative, rock, and dance/electronic

➥ kirara definitely giving off 2000s emo type music

➥ Since hakari and kirara are always together, kirara started to like hakari music more

songs

♪ freak show: Punkinloveee ♪ Ginseng 2002: Yung lean ♪ Helena: My Chemical Romance ♪ GOOD LOYAL THOTS: Odetari ♪ Hands Up!: 6arelyhuman

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✧ a/n: I had a hard time with a few characters; you would think, since I have over 1.9k liked songs, it would be easier lol. Anyway, feel free to comment your opinions and/or if you agree or not

[foreverdolly]

Heyyyyy Sunny baby! So listen, congratulations on hitting 2.5K! I couldn’t imagine it happening to a better person.

So I have a request for mafia boss!Elvis (preferably 70s era if that’s okay with you!)

21. “Touch her and you’re dead.”

16. “You shoot anyone that comes through the door who isn’t me.”

And I would like the forbidden love trope as well!

Something about mafia boss!elvis and the forbidden love trope sounds hot to me. I love you baby! Congratulations again!

-Daisy (@powerofelvis)

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

prompts: "you shoot anyone that comes through the door who isn't me" and "touch her and you're dead." with forbidden love trope.

word count: 2.1k

song: i got a feelin' in my body - elvis presley

notes/warnings: SMUT! brief talk of violence. elvis owns you and your pussy, but he worships the ground that you walk on. you've got him majorly pussy whipped. thank you so so much, daisy! i hope you enjoy this.

You were guilty of overlooking every rotten thing that your lover had ever done- which was a lot. Your ole’ man wasn’t a very good man, but he owned you. Heart and soul, he owned you. Your existence before Elvis felt so far off- like it had been a past life. You weren’t sure how you even functioned before you had a great big man to warm your bed at night and scare away all the monsters. 

You were guilty of overlooking every rotten thing that your lover had ever done- which was a lot. Your ole’ man wasn’t a very good man, but he owned you. Heart and soul, he owned you. Your existence before Elvis felt so far off- like it had been a past life. You weren’t sure how you even functioned before you had a great big man to warm your bed at night and scare away all the monsters. 

The Sunset Strip used to be your stomping grounds. You made a name for yourself there, what with your good looks and submissive disposition. One day you were doing a private dance for a good looking stranger that was dressed to the nines, and the next day you were holed up in the penthouse of his luxurious hotel room, breeding like rabbits and kissing until both of your lips felt raw. 

Elvis loved adorning you in diamonds and blood rubies. He made sure your hair and nails were done at all times, bought you all of the latest designer collections- you were a prize, and he treated you as such. His prize. The man, regardless of his cold exterior, belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him. You had him wrapped around your little finger. The power that you had over the boss was remarkable. All it took was a singular heated gaze from across a busy room, and in the blink of an eye he would be tugging you into the nearest bathroom, ripping at your chiffon skirt with eager hands. 

Your name hung from his neck on a solid gold chain, the lettering inlaid with diamonds. He had one made for you as well- ELVIS spelled out in bulky letters. He loved to joke around and say that it was your collar. He’d often tug your face closer to his by hooking one of his long fingers underneath the chain. You loved feeling the heat of his cigar and peppermint scented breath, paired with the cold metal bite of the thick chain pressing nto your neck and he pulled you up, up, up. Elvis either fucked you like he hated you or made love to you as though you were made of silk stretched thin over porcelain. 

It drove him crazy, but he loved being mean to you. Loved biting into your skin to leave claim marks deep enough to draw blood. You’d yelp and thrash, scratching at his exposed flesh, all while he’d stay deeply buried inside of you. Marking you. Claiming you. Owning you. He’d apologize afterwards with strong calloused hands stroking gently at your hips, his skilled tongue flattened against your abused pussy. 

Your ole’ man was harsh and cruel. He loved striking first and getting even. He believed that pain and death were two of the greatest motivators in life. He held strong to his convictions, maintaining that certain things weren’t deserved but earned. 

Life being one of them. 

Elvis rarely messed up. His ideas were usually reckless- the thoughts of a mad man- but everything always worked in his favor.  He was an evil genius, his mind only working in absolutes. 

You were lounging on the king sized bed, your long legs stretched out behind you, your head popped up on your elbow. You enjoyed watching Elvis work. You liked the way his long fingers rubbed against the barrel of his gun as he polished his collection. You liked the deep rumble of his voice, like lightning before a storm, when he was barking orders at someone over the phone. You liked it when his blue eyes turned glacial when something didn’t go exactly his way- the murderous aura that overcame his built stature. 

He was all powerful. He had a penchant for torture. He didn’t believe in “forgiving and forgetting”. He feared no one and nothing. 

And he was yours. 

“And what the fuck do they want?” He leaned back into the red velvet desk chair, boredly staring out the window and down at the view of the city. He owned half of it. 

You watched him with heavy lidded eyes, your limbs still shaky and unstable after an hour of incessant pounding from the tops of Elvis’s muscled thighs. Usually he stayed in bed long enough to watch his cum drip out of your spent cunt, lazily scooping the warm seed up with two fingers only to shove it back inside. 

Keep it where it belonged. 

There was something about tonight's conversation with one of his lackeys, Lamar, that felt off to you though. 

“Tell Frank that if he tries to get anywhere close to me that we’re gonna have’a problem,” A heated pause, and then Elvis was slamming his large fist down onto his oak table. “I’ll blow his fuckin’ brains out. You tell him that verbatim, got it?” He slammed the black telephone back down onto the receiver, stretching out his long legs before letting out a troubled groan. 

“Baby,” He mumbled as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, giving them a few exhausted rubs. “Imma need you to get dressed.” He braced his hands on his knees, letting out a small groan before he was up and moving, one of his shoulders popping when he stretched his long arms up and over his head. 

You dragged yourself up to a sitting position, strands of hair falling off of your shoulder, a few flyaways falling into your face. He wanted so badly to lay you back down on the bed and hold you until you fell asleep. Maybe push himself inside of you up to the hilt, just so that you could warm his cock while you slept. 

But tonight was going to be different. 

Tonight he’d have to teach a few rookies a lesson before he could turn in for the night. He was getting old, and the last time he checked the clock it was nearing midnight. He was tired, and because of that he was extra grumpy. 

He lit up a cigar before reaching into the large walk in closet for the closest shirt. He wasn’t shocked to find that it was a black button up- nearly everything he owned was black. He didn’t bother tucking the material into his trousers before he walked into the living room to slide on the pair of shoes that he had been wearing earlier in the night- before you had slyly cupped him through his pants the moment the both of you had gotten back to dinner. 

“What's wrong?” You called out to him from the bedroom, untangling your limbs from the satin bed sheets and stumbling into the closet. You put on the nearest lacey nightgown, ripping one of your robes off its hanger to pull on as well. 

“Frank and a few of his men are bein’ nice enough to pay me a visit, that’s all. Nothin’ I can’t handle.” He shrugged on the leather holster vest, tightening the belts at his chest before loading them up with guns. He slipped a few magazines into his pockets, just to be safe. 

 He loved watching you dress- but almost everything you did turned him on. The bullets jingled in his pockets as he leaned against the french doors that connected the living room to his private quarters. You could spit in his face and he’d be rearing and ready to teach you a lesson. 

He worshiped you. 

Which is exactly why he had to keep you protected. 

He crossed his strong arms over his chest after he folded up the sleeves to his forearms, the tattoo of his family crest now on full display. “You’re gonna hate me for this,” He started, licking his plush lips before continuing. “But imma need you to get in the closet and close the door, honey. Whatever ya hear out here. . . don’t come out until ya hear me tell you to.” 

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as you stared at him from across the room, your heart already thundering in your ears. “I-I can’t just stay with-” 

“No!” He barked, causing you to jump in shock. He never raised his voice at you. “This is gonna be bad. "Brains smeared on the walls” sorta bad, lil one.” 

You sucked in a breath, your joints locking up in panic. He could tell that you were starting to spiral, and so he took a few long strides to get to you, pressing a few quick pecks against your already kiss-swollen lips. 

“There’s a couple’a guns in the closet. They’re all loaded. I want ya to shoot anyone that comes through these doors that ain’t me.” 

You nodded your head, shakily turning around to face the closet door. 

“Use your big girl words. I want to hear that you understand.” 

“I understand, Elvis.” 

The dyed brunette heard the closet door shut, and he was quick to close the french doors, only shapes and blurry colors visible behind the frosted glass windows. Almost on cue the door to the suite slammed open, the doorknob going straight through the drywall of the entryway. The man’s eye twitched, one of his guns already in his hand. He felt the cool metal- the weight of the weapon.

It was all familiar, just like going back to Memphis. 

Happiness can be found in a warm gun. When his finger is on the trigger, no one can do him any harm. Elvis could shoot a hole straight through a quarter from half a mile away. 

He was God with a revolver. 

“What the fuck has you bargin’ into my home at midnight, Frank? Did your wife leave ya? Maybe you want to park your sorry ass on my couch.” Elvis used his free hand to push back a few strands of hair that had fallen onto his forehead. 

Frank growled, flashing his clenched teeth at the younger male that stood across from him. 

“I know you took it. Don’t play dumb, you hick.” 

Elvis took a deep breath in through his nose to cool down the heat that was building in his chest. He acted too quickly on his anger- it was something that he was working on. 

“Frankie, I ain’t got the time’a be arguin’ like this. Either tell me why you’re here or get the hell out.” He could have been balls deep in your pussy again by now if it wasn’t for the rude interruption. 

“Someone stole a hundred pounds of product from one of our warehouses last night, and I know it was you.” 

Elvis stood there stoically, his face completely void of any emotion as he let the other male’s words sink in. After a few seconds the corner of his lip turned up into a small smirk. Then it evolved into a grin. 

Before Frank could understand what was going on, Elvis was clutching at his stomach, throwing his head back with loud laughter that echoed around the room. 

“F-Frankie Boy, I had no clue you were such’a comedian.” He wiped at one of his eyes with the back of his hand, as if to rid himself of a tear. “You think that I, Elvis fuckin’ Presley, would steal a measly one hundred pounds. . . from you? I could own you and your entire family four times over. You’re nothin’ to me. Nothin’ but’a speck on a whole map’a pricks.” 

Frank and the two sons at his side bristled with anger. Elvis didn’t flinch when he heard the sound of a gun’s safety being clicked off. He didn’t even bat an eye in their direction. 

“Then who the fuck took it?” Frank asked through clenched teeth, the veins in his forehead bulging. 

Elvis thought that the old man’s fat head might explode, especially if he kept tensing up like that. 

“Maybe ya should check out the nearby gas stations. I’m sure some junkie had a field day., is all” 

And Elvis was right. He hadn’t been the one to steal the product. . . but he did check out one of Frank’s warehouses. He preferred to keep an eye on his competition. 

Elvis didn’t invite the homeless man into the building. . . but he hadn’t exactly locked the door back behind himself when he left. 

“If you don’t start talking, Presley. . . I’ll carve that pretty littl-” 

Elvis might have been an older man, but he was still far faster and stronger than most men that were fifteen years his junior. He’d been in this game a very long time. Before Frank could even finish the sentence, Elvis had one arm wrapped around his throat, his other hand holding a smoking gun. 

The three men had been too shocked to have even heard the gunshot ring out in the penthouse. All they could do was blink dumbly at each other. 

That was before the pain kicked in, anyway. 

The shortest of Frank’s sons dropped to the floor, screaming out and clutching his shattered knee. The gun was already pointed at Frank’s other son before they could even recover from the surprise. 

Elvis pressed his lips against Frank’s ear and spoke through clenched teeth, tightening his hold around his throat. The room plummeted into silence, the only sound behind the boy’s whimpers of pain and the deep sound of the mob boss’s voice. 

The sound of your man’s voice. 

“Touch her and you’re dead.”

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[aylasology]

Silk Chiffon

New girl!soft!reader, probably even fairy!reader but we'll never know. Also, Max cameo!! Reader is referred to as angel :)

Robin Buckley is down BAD. Shot through the heart. Completely enamored. Under Aphrodite's love spell. And it's all because of the new girl in town.

The new girl who always wore warm colors, the new girl with highlighters on her cheekbones, the new girl who rambled about movies and fairies as if she was one, the new girl Robin Buckley fell in love with.

In pink sandals, a white maxi skirt, and a pink graphic tee of Alice in Wonderland, she walked in Family Video a few months before. Gaining attention from the other girl so quickly as Max was seen swinging next to her. Max was talking about something, she's never seen the girl this talkative, but the angel who walked next to her listened attentively. Nodding and letting out small "mhm" 's as they walked through the store.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Robin managed to croak out the minute the two girls reached the counter. Max holding a copy of the princess bride. Taking in the angel's features, her cheeks blushed pink. She had to be an angel somehow, right? With her soft features and her soft smile, nothing seemed to rival the kind of beauty this angel possessed.

"Just ring this up for us please," she smiled, and Robin swore she heard angels hum through her ears as the angel's pretty voice sinked in. She felt her cheeks blush pink as the girl smiled. How is it possible that someone could be that cute?

She did as instructed, trying so hard not to acknowledge Steve's obvious teasing in the background. And that was how it worked every week. The pretty angel walking into family video to return and buy a new tape, Max swinging by her side. It was either some rom-com Robin would hear her babble about as she looked for it inside the store, or a horror movie Max wanted the angel to see.

And while Max searched the store for a new tape, the angel would stand by the counter, creating small talk with Robin. The angel would ask about movies, asking what genres she was into and Robin would answer in a heartbeat. The angel spoke in a way that was so comforting, a sense of peace coursing through Robin's veins that didn't cause her to stutter and panic.

She was a nerd, an introverted one but she was never ashamed of her interests. She was into mythology and fantasy, more specifically fairies and there was this sort of glint into her eyes and a sense of happiness when she talked about it.

And as if Max would be any help, everytime they'd meet without the angel, Max would only talk about her more.

"She lives in a trailer park next to me, and I swear she's so cool!" Max would babble, talking about the angel with so much excitement. "She talks about fairies and angels as if she was one!" she would add.

"You know she does seem cool," Steve would reply. "Why don't we invite her the next time you guys wanna hang out?" Steve added, nudging Robin as her ears perked up.

Her brain short-circuited, did she hear that right? They'd spend time with her? She'd be a part of their friend group? DID SHE HEAR THAT RIGHT????

And that was how they spent the next week after that, the whole gang hanging over El's house with movies and popcorn, all in pajamas for a sleepover.

"Gee, thanks for letting me crash your slumber party." She said with a smile as she stood by the front porch. She wore pajamas with little pink hearts all over it, a Tupperware with red velvet cookies inside. "I made these as a thank you," she chirped, her voice welcoming and comforting to Robin's ears.

She fit into the group quite well, smiling and nodding as they talked. She didn't talk much, and Robin felt that maybe all that talking was reserved for her. Who knows? Maybe she was just feeding her own delusions.

And as everyone dozed asleep on the couch, Robin was still awake, Steve's head resting on her shoulder. She looked up at the couch. The angel wide awake as she crouched by the corner. Knees bended as the other kids took up most of the space.

The angel looked at her, lips pursed to a smile as she noticed that she wasn't the only one awake. And before Robin could think, she said.

"You wanna get out of here for awhile?"

[vellichorbindery]

Finished this little one-shot bc I listened to the song Dress by Charlotte Sands which inspired me to write Sirius in a red dress. Also saw @industrations Remus in a silk dress sketch and then read @kaaaaaaarf soft like silk chiffon which was chef’s kiss and I wanted to explore a bit of wolfstar sm*t.

First time writing from Remus’ pov pls be kind this is also not beta’d yet but it was fun!

Dress read full thing on ao3!

Wolfstar. 2k. One shot. Sirius in a red dress and boots AND pigtails geesh (thanks @waxingrunes for basically giving me all the ideas with your art 🫶🏼) nsfw. EXPLICIT. Don’t read if you’re not comfy.

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Remus thinks he might just explode in his pants if he takes another glance at Sirius dancing in that dress. A slinky little number that hits him at midthigh, deep red, with dainty straps made of lace and a sweetheart neckline. His long pale legs are adorned in knee-high, red-heeled boots. The man looks completely edible. Fuckable. Sirius moves to the beat of the music as if his body was created with this specific tune in mind. He’s all grace and elegance, his hips swaying as the dress rides up, up up. He throws his head back, pigtails held back with red ribbon, swaying as he moves, his mouth open in a wide, devilish smirk. He’s got so many eyes on him from all sides of the crowded room, but he’s only looking in one direction.

Remus sits at the bar, elbow bent, his hand supporting his head while he takes a break from dancing, with Regulus sitting next to him. He’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched, as Sirius raises a perfect eyebrow at him and licks the pouty upper lip with a tongue that Remus is very familiar with. He watches as his boyfriend runs his hands down his body, slowly, all the while holding his gaze. Remus is gripping onto his drink so tight; that he thinks it might shatter in his hands. He’s completely hypnotized as Sirius takes a black polished finger and pulls at his bottom lip. He can barely make out the tattoo there from his spot, but he knows what the ink on his inner lip reads. He’s sucked on that specific spot too many times to count. Tattooed in a traditional style font. The word Daddy. He swallows heavily as his cock twitches in his trousers, and he shifts in his seat.

[gingerjolover]

Don't Let Go - Katie Gavin x fem!reader (MUNA)

Sypnosis: Katie teaches their sweet (and scared) gf how to rollerbade!

G's notes: i am so sorry i can't find the request but if you requested this i hope you like it <3

WC: somewhere around 800 words (short king)

Warnings: RPF, tooth-rotting fluff, cheesy silk chiffon reference, kissin'

You’re gonna break your face; you just know it. And then your pretty partner will have to scrape you off the concrete. Suddenly, the rollerblades in your hands feel heavier than ever, and you wish nothing more than to leave this empty parking lot. Actually, you’d do almost anything to go back to practicing on the rug in your makeshift office in your and your partner’s home rather than the blazing hot asphalt under the California sun. 

“You can put them down, you know?” Katie giggles, kneeling before you, taking the rollerblades from your hand, and placing them in the open trunk. Katie kneels back down, kissing your knee sweetly before sliding the kneepads up your legs.

“Katie, I look…stupid,” you whine softly, they giggle loudly, throw ing their head back. “No, you don’t, baby… besides, you wanted to wear the–” they start to speak before you cut them off, “Because I’m going to hit the concrete and skin my knees and elbows an–and knock out all of my teeth and–” you stammer, nerves rising in your body. 

“Woah woah, hey…baby…we don’t have to do this today if you don’t want…or ever,” Katie says softly, empathy and compassion in their eyes. Your eyes find Katie's, finding humor in them as the love of your life tries to talk you down. “Don’t laugh!”

“I wasn't laughing,” Katie says with a snort. 

Your pout is immediate; Katie stands up and pulls you into their chest as you sit on the edge of the trunk. Katie kisses your hair, smooching your head and face, “You don’t have to do this for me, you know?” is mumbled against your hair. 

“I want to do this, I do, I wanna be able to go on rides with you and dance around, I’m just–” you huff out. 

“Okay, take a deep breath, and let’s get the skates on, and then we can work on it slowly, okay?” Katie says softly, a humorous smirk on their face, kneeling back down to help work the blades on your feet, tightening the laces.

Katie helps pull you up, their hands locked in yours as you stand. Your sweet partner places a helmet on your head and clicks it together under your chin, grinning as they kiss your nose. “Don’t even,” you grumble, noticing Katie is enjoying this too much. “You’re so cute, I can’t help it; look at my baby,” Katie laughs, squeezing your hips.

Pulling you gently, Katie holds your hands tightly, steadying you. “Remember what I taught you, bend your knees slightly, lean forward a little…” they say encouragingly, watching your body get into position. “Okay, good girl, now just take steps…like you’re walking,” Katie says, a proud look in their eyes. 

You’re wobbly, so anxious about falling, but you do as Katie says, putting your complete trust in your partner. “Life is so fun,” you grit, making Katie let out a belly laugh.

“Soon enough, you’ll be in a mini skirt, and you'll be a pro, sweet girl,” the words come out between laughs, but they are encouraging. 

“Ready to add a longer stride to your walking?” Katie murmurs, watching you focus. “I can’t just do this?” you ask, almost pleading. 

“I mean, you can. You just look like Bambi,” Katie laughs.

“Bambi?!”

“You’re all wobbly; you’re not meant to walk in these forever, my love,” Katie responds, sassy but supportive.

“Ughhh, fine…how do I–um?” 

“Okay, so, push off with this back leg here—” Katie instructs, pulling their hand out of yours, tapping your thigh before you squeal. “Don’t let go!” in a panicked tone, Katie quickly grabbed your hand again. 

“You’re okay… I got you,” Katie murmurs, seeing your obvious panic. “Just use that leg and push off a little, try to glide between steps, increase your stride but not too fast.”

Listening diligently, as they say, you increase the time between steps and gliding on the skates. After a few minutes, you look up at your partner, smiling widely as they hold your hands and glide backward in front of you. 

“Good job, baby; you remember how to stop?” Katie asks, smiling. 

You give a slight smirk before pushing your toe forward so the nose of the skate stops you on the ground. 

“Good girl,” Katie cheers, kissing your cheek, your face instantly flushing. 

You spend the next hour gliding and skating around, Katie teaching you how to make turns on the pavement. 

When you’re finally back in the car, Katie leans over and kisses you gently, “I’m proud of you, my love,” they say softly. 

“Thank you for teaching me, honey,” you say, kissing her again. “Can we come again tomorrow?” you ask; the prospect of skating with your partner makes you giddy. 

Katie laughs loudly, holding your thigh as they blast the AC, “Of course, babe,” before kissing you again and driving you home.

[stardust-swan]

How to Be a Real Life Mermaid 🌊🧜‍♀️🐚

The Look

🐚 Wear sea foam green, aquamarine, teal, ocean blue, soft grey, lilac, periwinkle, emerald, pale gold, white, deep blue, and turquoise

🐚 Pick flowy fabrics such as taffeta, chiffon, linen, silk, muslin, and sequined fabrics that resemble fish scales

🐚 Choose garments like maxi dresses, flowy skirts, bandeau off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, soft scarves used as tops, shell clutches, woven bags, and pretty beaded sandals

🐚 Accessorise with jewellery made from pearls, sea glass, seashells, turquoise, aquamarine, opals, gold that resembles the sun glinting on the sea, and silver that reminds one of the metallic sheen of fish scales. Examples of accessories you can wear are bangles, anklets, layered necklaces, and pearl earrings

🐚 Makeup Ideas: eyeshadow in nudes like a sandy beach, greens and blues like the sea, or lavender and pink like a coral reef, shimmery highlight, dewy skin, coral pink lipstick, and seashell pink lipgloss

🐚 Hair Ideas: loose curls that look like ocean waves, fishtail plaits, green and blue hair dye, pearl hairclips, and sea salt hairspray. Brush your hair with a pretty wide-tooth comb.

The Lifestyle

🐚 Listen to songs such as Martha's Harbour by All About Eve, No Ordinary Love by Sade, Come Into the Water by Mitski, Pearl Diver by Mitski, Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey, and Call of the Sea by Claudie Mackula (a longer mermaid playlist is here).

🐚 You can also listen to the sounds of the ocean, like whale song or waves crashing on the beach

🐚 Watch movies and TV shows such as Aquamarine, Splash, The Little Mermaid, H20: Just Add Water, Mr Peabody and the Mermaid, Miranda (1948), Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi, Ponyo, Barbie in a Mermaid Tale, Barbie: The Pearl Princess, Neptune's Daughter (1914), A Daughter of the Gods (1916), Queen of the Sea (1918), Venus of the South Seas (1924), and Magic Island (1995)

🐚 Read books, fairytales, and poems such as The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, The Mermaid Handbook by Carolyn Turgeon, Mermaids: The Myths, Legends, and Lore by Skye Alexander, A Daughter of the Sea by Amy Le Feuvre, Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and The Sea-Child by Katherine Mansfield

🐚 Mermaids are renowned for their beautiful siren song, so sing sweetly and brightly as often as you feel like it

🐚 Make your self smell like the ocean by using a deodorant like Old Spice Deep Sea, and perfumes like L by Lolita Lempicka, Acqua di Gioia, Salt Air by Skylar, Fleur de Corail by Lolita Lempicka, Seahorse by Zoologist, Nymphéas by Kismet Olfactive, Salina by Laborattorio Olfattivo, Alien Mirage by Mugler, Very Sexy Sea by Victoria's Secret, 20,000 Flowers Under the Sea by Tokyomilk, Nebbia Spessa by Filippo Sorcinelli, Tiziana Terenzi's Sea Stars Collection, Chant d'Extase by Nina Ricci, Sirena by Floris, Squid by Zoologist, and Orto Parisi Megamare (be aware that the latter two suit a dark siren who lures men to their deaths more than a sweet mermaid princess).

🐚 Make your home smell like the deep sea too, with sea salt scented diffusers and candles such as Yankee Candle Sea Minerals, Yankee Candle Seaside Woods, or Jo Malone Wood Sage and Sea Salt

🐚 Home Decor Ideas: silk sheets in blue, grey, and sea green, seashell jewellery trays, homemade terrariums, jellyfish embroidery, seashell candles, beaded curtains made from string and shells, paintings of maritime scenes, glass vases filled with layers of sand, seashells, and faux pearls, seashell shaped soap dishes, rattan furniture, woven baskets, treasure chests to keep your valuables in, mermaid figurines, a seashell or jellyfish mobile, a bowl filled with seashells, a glass bottle filled with ocean water or with a love letter inside to replicate a message in a bottle, mosaics with marine motifs like seahorses and shells, even an aquarium with colourful fish if you are able to care for them

🐚 Spend lots of time around near bodies of water, swimming in it to connect with your inner mermaid, or just walking in it and feeling the sand beneath your feet

🐚 Collect seashells and pretty pieces of sea glass thar wash up on the shore

🐚 Watch synchronised swimming, or even learn it yourself

🐚 Go diving, snorkeling, or mermaiding

🐚 Visit aquariums to see beautiful exotic fish and learn more about the ocean

🐚 Do your best to be sustainable; make the world a cleaner place for your fishy friends to live in. If possible, attend a beach clean-up group local to your area to help pick up litter

🐚 Carry a haircomb and hand mirror with you at all times (you can hotglue seashells and faux pearls on the back of the mirror to make it even more like a mermaid's treasure)

🐚 Watch documentaries and read books on the ocean, marine life, and nautical myths and legends

🐚 Enjoy snacking on seaweed soup, coconut water, and Guylian seashell chocolates

🐚 Take luxurious baths with dead sea salt, seaweed masks, small white bath bombs that resemble pearls, a coconut scented candle, and calming music

[busterswritehand]

You're Timeless To Me

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Roughly 180 years after the events of ACOSF, Lucien looks up to find that he is surrounded by strangers. Meanwhile, Nesta realizes she has stayed still while the world around her keeps moving. Misery loves company, but these two can hardly make small talk.

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Part 6

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Nesta disrupted the stillness of her bath water with the tip of her toes. She sat on the edge of the tub, peering down at the water. Even after two centuries, some days she still had to work herself up to take a bath. She turned her head and peered out the door that led to her bedroom.

No sign of Cassian. She looked back at the bathtub. Nesta propped her head on her knee, kicking the water. She listened out for the sound of any movement. There was nothing besides the faint splashes she made.

In the nearly 200 years since the two had accepted their mating bond, things had become complicated between Nesta and Cassian - more than she would care to admit. What went beyond petty arguments had become fundamental issues. There were cracks in the foundations of their relationship, and the two danced around them.

Disrobing her towel, Nesta slipped into the water. It had gotten cold since she drew the bath. She grumbled a quiet complaint, envying Lucien's fire abilities.

She had felt the heat of the male's powers once a long time ago. It was something she had nearly forgotten, but she could recall that warm touch clearly. As quickly as the memory resurfaced, she banished it to the back of her mind.

Nesta lay back, hands holding onto the rims of the tub. Holding her breath, Nesta let herself sink into the water. She let her eyes open enough to look past the water towards the ceiling. Her grip on the tub eased.

It was lonely most of the time. She had her friends and her own routine, but her friends had their own lives and her life rarely had the privilege of her mate's company. She supposed it was her own fault, but Nesta had made herself a promise.

When she was nearly out of breath, Nesta shot out of the water. Slowly, she began to wash herself.

She wasted no time getting out of the bath as it began to drain. wrapping her hair in a towel, she kicked off stray water droplets from her legs. Before wrapping herself with another towel, she dried herself off. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped for a moment. Looking away, Nesta tightened the towel at the top of her chest.

Her footsteps echoed off the tile floors. Walking into the bedroom, Nesta approached her bed. Their bed. On top of the bed was the box she had picked up on her outing with Lucien. She stared at it.

Nesta's fingers grazed the outside of the box before opening it. She felt the smoothness of the plum colored silk. Her fingers brushed past the edges of the black chiffon overlay. Gently lifting the dress out of its packaging, Nesta discovered a matching pair of black undergarments.

She chuckled.

Nesta disrobed and slipped into the generously gifted undergarments and then the dress. Simple and short-sleeved, it was fastened together by an embroidered waistbelt. The fabric of the train was hooked by a ring to her right hand.

With the help of her vanity mirror, she fastened her hair with a silver decorative comb. She turned away for a moment and reached for her earrings. They were long silver teardrops with amethysts in the middle. Putting in her earrings, Nesta faced the mirror again to find Cassian standing behind her.

Not registering it was him, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Cassian bellowed a laugh. Nesta whipped around and swatted him.

"That wasn't funny," she scolded.

"It was to me," Cassian smirked

She rolled her eyes and turned back towards the mirror. She reached for her necklace, but Cassian beat her to it.

"Let me."

His heavy hands gently placed a necklace that matched her comb and earrings. Clasping the necklace together, Cassian traced his hands from Nesta's neck, past her collar bones, and down to her shoulders. He placed a kiss on her neck. Nesta placed her hands over his own.

"You look stunning," he said.

"And you need to get dressed."

Cassian nestled his face into the crook of her neck.

"In a moment," his breath danced on her skin.

Nesta watched Cassian and herself from the mirror. She lived for these moments of peace between the two of them.

"I'm serious," She smiled. "Or we'll be late."

"Fine," Cassian groaned, dragging himself off her body. He sauntered into his closet which was opposite Nesta's.

Picking at her clothes in the mirror, Nesta watched Cassian's shadow. It faded in and out of view with each movement he took as he dressed. And there it was again - that primal hunger from the bond.

She ignored it.

"I talked with Feyre and Rhysand a few days ago," Nesta said, straightening the comb atop her head.

"You did?" Cassian peeked his head out from the closet, curiosity creeping onto his face. "Should I be worried?"

"No," Nesta chuckled. From the mirror, she saw Cassian slip back into the room. She studied his formal wear. It was so modern - no doubt that Morrigan helped him pick it out. "We talked about me taking up a formal position again."

"So you're finally coming back to the Valkyries," he said with a smug grin.

She failed to match it. His smile was only a confirmation of what she had been worried about.

"I'm going to train as an emissary." She was blunt. There was no use in beating around the bush. Cassian's smile quickly fell. "Lucien will train me."

Nesta watched Cassian through the mirror as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Was my apology not enough?" He moved towards her. "If you're trying to punish me-"

"This isn't about you," Nesta cut Cassian off, whipping around to face him. "It's about me."

"Right," Cassian scoffed. "I should have known."

"Cassian." Nesta reached out to touch him.

"Don't worry I know the drill," he brushed her hand away. Cassian turned to exit. Nesta grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Just wait a moment."

Cassian ripped her arm away.

"We don't want to be late, remember?"

Nesta's heart sank as she watched Cassian leave the room. Unfortunately, it was a kind of disappointment she had grown used to.

Straightening her back, Nesta followed Cassian outside of their townhouse. They would have the rest of this conversation later. How much later depended on him.

[emmalandry]

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The temperature of the bath Patrick ran for you was just perfect, The bubbles were soft on your delicate skin and the glass of chardonnay he poured for you was burning your throat just right. The two of you were letting out tiny giggles as he splashed you with the water but it was quickly cut short by the telephone ringing. "Y/N, I have to take this. Get out, Put on a robe, and meet me in our bedroom dear." You nod, knowing how he can be after you two are interrupted. You snatch your favorite silk chiffon robe, it's fluffy around the edges and Patrick always makes sure it's dry-cleaned just for you.

You down the rest of your chardonnay and exit the bathroom, Silk robe falling gently on your shoulders, the same shoulders that you know are about to be bloody and burning after Patrick is done. Sat on the bed with your feet tucked prettily underneath the swell of your ass and hands on your thighs, you wait. You wait for what feels like an eternity before Patrick walks in. Knife spinning around in his forefinger and middle. "Ah perfect, Always so Obedient." He lets out a sigh of relief at the end of his sentence. Happy that you listened to his instructions. "You know I hate to do this to you Hun, But work just interrupted your bath time and you know how angry that makes me..." You nod, biting your lip gently trying to anticipate the pain that is bound to be inflicted on you at any given moment.

You feel the knife slice through your beautiful skin. It’s pain and pleasure all at once. Something that hurts this bad shouldnt feel this good. But it does.

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[elenarodriiguez]

soft like silk chiffon | e.m. & s.h.

summary: a one night stand could destroy most friendships. thankfully stevie harrington and eddie munson aren't most people.

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

cw: nsfw, lesbian steddie, transfeminine steve harrington, 18+ content

word count: 2086

read it on ao3

Waking up with Stevie Harrington’s arms wrapped around her, the brunette’s warmth caressing her back and threatening to burn Eddie alive, was a mistake. A glorious, unforgettable, better than anything she had ever dreamed of, wonderful kind of mistake.

“Morning,” Stevie whispered into Eddie’s ear, as if she didn’t want to dare to break the early morning silence of Eddie’s miniscule shithole of an apartment.

“Mmgh.” Eddie responded in all of her songwriter glory.

Surprisingly, Stevie didn’t bother trying to engage any further with Eddie, having known the girl long enough to know that trying to communicate with her before caffeine was a futile mission to take on. Instead, she pulled herself off of Eddie, climbing out of the bed they’d tumbled into the night before, and soon enough Eddie heard her footsteps padding away from the room.

Staring up at her ceiling, Eddie began to compose a prayer to whatever Goddesses were listening into her wavelength at that particular moment in time. It was pretty standard stuff: make sure Wayne stayed in good health until vampirism becomes a thing, give shitheels like Billy and Jason from high school all of the karmic retribution they deserve, ensure that she hadn’t fucked up everything by sleeping with her best friend (who had been the centre of her affections for years now). All of the usual things.

In the midst of the greatest catastrophizing spiral that the world had ever witnessed, Eddie half considered getting dressed and pleading with Stevie to not renounce her and their friendship. However before she could fully get herself dressed, grabbing the only clean pair of boxers that had been unceremoniously stuffed into her nightstand and pointedly ignoring the love heart pattern emblazoned on the fabric, Stevie hip checks the bedroom door, brandishing a mug of coffee and a large tumbler that Eddie would bet her left tit on was full of the caramel iced latte Eddie refused to drink in front of most people.

“Oh my god, I’m in love. How’d you feel about a spring wedding?”

“Not a fall one?” Stevie teased, passing the coffee into Eddie’s grabby hands. “I’d have thought that Halloween wedding shit would be right up your alley.”

Eddie mulled over her response for a moment, taking a long drag of her sugary caffeine as sirens went off in her mind. She oscillated between answering honestly and risking getting heartbroken, or carrying on joking and also risking getting heartbroken.

“It would be, but spring weddings means flower crowns and you wearing yellow because it’s the ‘right time of year for it’. Halloween could never compare to seeing a literal goddess in human form.”

“Eddie, you can’t just say those things!” Stevie exclaimed, her gaze now firmly focused on the mug of coffee warming her hands up.

“Why not? It’s all true.”

There it was, out in the open. For want of a better metaphor, the ball was quite literally in Stevie’s court now. While she waited for Stevie to process, because she always needed time to process even if she wouldn’t dare to verbalise the fact, she sat herself upright on the bed, leaving space for Stevie to sit down should she wish to. Eddie tried to stop her mind from falling into a sinkhole, putting her coffee on the nightstand and fidgeting with her hair until it was in an acceptably messy ponytail.

Once she could no longer hide behind her mane of hers, Eddie turned to look at Stevie, properly looking at her for the first time that morning, and awestruck couldn’t come close to being an accurate descriptor. Here was Stevie, her Stevie, cute little preppy Stevie, wearing the muscle tee Eddie had worn to the club the night before, and some love heart adorned, pretty pink panties. And her eyes, god her eyes were ablaze with want, intensity rolling off of the brunette in tsunami sized waves.

As Eddie went to ask her about her thoughts, Stevie knelt over her, coffee cup now nowhere to be seen, and dipped her head down to kiss her. Even though they had kissed numerous times the night before, nothing could have compared to the way Eddie felt when their lips collided. Her body didn’t even give her brain the chance to flail around, as Eddie’s arms shot around Stevie’s waist, nails digging into her hips, garnering the most beautiful gasps and hisses as Eddie caught hold of some of the bruises she’d left on them the night before.

Pulling away from Stevie’s lips was painful, but the sight of Stevie kneeling above her soothed all of the ache away, especially when Stevie let out an embarrassed squeak and nuzzled herself into the crook of Eddie’s neck. The feeling of soft puffs of air on Eddie’s sensitive skin was almost enough to lull her back to sleep, but she resisted, if for nothing else than to savour this moment.

“So, I take it that means you’re keeping your calendar open for that wedding, huh?”

“Eddie.” Stevie said. “There is no one else in the world I’d rather marry. But how about we try a date or two before we send out Save The Dates?”

“I mean, I guess I could manage that.”

Without giving Stevie any warning, Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of the other girl’s nose before tugging her down so that all of her weight settled on Eddie. She tensed up on instinct, sucking her stomach in for a moment, at least until Eddie poked her in the side and scowled at her for trying to make herself smaller, when she was already Eddie’s perfect woman. 

“Sorry, habit.”

“No need to apologise. Just remember that I would happily suffocate to death between your thighs, under your ass, between your tits. Anywhere really, you’re perfect and I would be happy to die if it meant I was with you.”

Stevie smiled at her, but Eddie could tell that she didn’t necessarily believe her entirely. Rolling the pair of them over, Eddie began pressing open mouthed kisses onto every square inch of skin that was visible, enjoying the way Stevie shivered under the attention. Eddie slowly worked her way down Stevie’s body, delighting when Stevie squeaked as Eddie bit the sensitive scar under her tit, that the stretched out muscle tee revealed for Eddie, only Eddie, to see. 

“You’re wearing my shirt. That’s so fucking hot.” Eddie said, her chest heaving as she tried to stay level-headed with this masterpiece before her.

“Eddie, stop.” Stevie whined out, wriggling under Eddie’s ministrations.

“You are so goddamn hot.” 

Every word was punctuated with a kiss, the final one crashing onto Stevie’s lips, Eddie biting her lower lip before pulling away with it still between her teeth.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

Reaching her hand under the tee, she chuckled breathily when Stevie let out a whimper as the sharp coolness of Eddie’s rings brushed against her olive skin, her nimble fingers reaching to tease Stevie’s sensitive nipples.

“I think that I’ll do this.”

Splaying her other hand over the soft, smooth expanse of Stevie’s belly, Eddie kept her attention focused on Stevie’s nipples, every moan that tumbled from the brunette’s lips incentivising her further. When her moans turned into pleas for Eddie to do more, Eddie let her hand drift lower, hovering over the pink panties that were now damp enough that they had started to turn see-through.

“On or off?”

“Off, please Eddie, I need you to touch me, please Eddie!”

“Well, if a goddess begs me, who am I to deny her?”

Eddie toyed with the idea of pulling the panties off with her teeth, but the horror that consumed her at the thought of clumsily biting Stevie in doing so deterred her entirely. Instead, she tugged them down Stevie’s long legs, pressing kisses and nibbling at the soft skin as she reached the crevice where Stevie’s hip and thigh met. 

“Where am I touching you then sweetheart?”

Canting her hips up towards Eddie’s nimble fingers, which drifted over her body, Stevie begged Eddie to just touch her, making the tattooed woman tsk in response.

“Now, now, darling. I asked you where am I touching you, and I expect an answer.”

“My hole, please, please, I need it. I need you.”

Now with a goal in mind, Eddie was a woman on a mission, desperate to make her partner come. She spread Stevie’s legs for her, bypassing her front genitals to leave a feather light kiss on her perineum before focusing on her hole. Eddie fumbled for the pack of baby wipes and lube that they had thrown on the floor hours prior, quickly but gently wiping Stevie before lubing up her fingers and pushing the tip of her thumb into Stevie’s hole.

Her reaction was instantaneous, a loud moan tumbling from her lips, a pink flush slowly descending down her chest as she panted out Eddie’s name. Grinning up at her, Eddie slowly pulled her thumb out, replacing it with a finger, beaming when Stevie jolted at the sensation of cold metal against the rim of her hole. 

Eddie revelled in the feeling of having so much power over Stevie at that moment, knowing that her pleasure was in her hands, and boy was it a heady feeling. She was slow to set a rhythm, wanting Stevie to get used to the sensation while also allowing herself the time to get reacquainted with Stevie’s prostate. But when she found it, God did Stevie deliver in her response.

Her back arched up off of the bed, her moans echoing in the tiny apartment, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure as she pleaded with Eddie to touch it again. And ever so happy to oblige her now-girlfriend, Eddie did as she was asked. She brushed her fingertip against it once more, pressing kisses to the skin her bunched-up tee was revealing at Stevie’s every movement. 

As she went to add another finger, Stevie begged for Eddie to come and kiss her, and weak to the doe eyes that Stevie was wielding, she complied, more than happy to kiss her girlfriend until she was breathless. Feeling Stevie’s hole pulse around her fingers set Eddie alight, and she would have happily done this for the rest of her life, so long as she got to hear Stevie’s moans of joy and pleasure on repeat. 

Pumping her fingers into Stevie’s hole, brushing against her prostate every few strokes, not quite maintaining a pattern consistent enough for her to predict, Eddie watched as Stevie fell apart entirely. She began tugging at her nipples through the tee, hissing when her twisting them coincided with Eddie brushing past her prostate, and yet she refused to let go of them, begging Eddie to do something more to make her cum. 

In the end, Eddie pushed Stevie’s hands away from her tits, telling the brunette to come as Eddie roughly thrusted a third finger into her hole while tugging at her nipple with her teeth. Stevie’s squeals reverberated through the apartment, her face deserving to be immortalised for all of the world to truly witness her beauty, although it was the soft whimper that the girl let out as Eddie pulled her fingers out which truly deserved to be commemorated, as Eddie knew her mind would never allow her to forget it.

Smoothing her hair off of her face, Eddie pecked Stevie on the forehead before speeding off to the bathroom, promising to be back in a moment. Dampening a washcloth, she wiped Stevie down, leaving gentle kisses all over her sensitive body while she tried to snuggle into Eddie. Eventually deciding to give up when Stevie began huffing at her, Eddie threw the washcloth into the laundry hamper, pulling her own come covered tee off of Stevie and throwing that in there also.

“Want me to grab you a sweater or something?” Eddie asked, allowing Stevie to tug her onto the bed and arranging them so that she was curled around Eddie once again.

“No, I’m okay, thanks. Want me to do anything for you?”

“Not right now, honey. I just want to go to sleep right about now, so long as that’s something you’re amenable to.”

Stevie hummed softly, the vibrations settling on the back of Eddie’s neck, and they soon both drifted off as the world began to wake up, with snapshots of bright yellow flower crowns, ball gowns, and love songs dancing through their dreams.

[transnats]

ugh i need to listen to boygenius

u should totally do it they dont have that many songs as a group tbh but their SOLO WORK? AMAZING! 😆 i always listen to historians or little oblivions. tbh anything by jb is good. phoebe has alright music, but it makes me really sleepy. i was listening to stranger in the alps while i was walking around school and BOY was i knocked tf out! even punisher makes me sleepy, and phoebe was like she made that album to have more upbeat songs so she isnt falling asleep on stage but anything by pheebs makes me eeby. silk chiffon is so FUCKING GOOD BRO that song makes me feel so girly and phoebes verse SLAPS. the songs they wrote to eachother literally have me in shambles everytime i listen to them its so unreal. 💔 oh my god sorry im rambling way too much i just really like boygenius OKAY BAI!

edit: LUCY DACUS I DIDNT MENTION YOU SO SORRY QUEEN! story time about how i got into boygenius actually! my first gf told me about them (fuck her btw) and i literally CRIED after listening to the record, then i listened to the rest then their self titled (in this exact order) and i was so FUCKING HURT when the albums were over. im the biggest the record enthusiast, in fact i have the target limited edition orange vinyl. 😎 anyways no burden is like my fave but right after historians. historians is my favorite album of all time. nothing compares to that damn album. istg. i listened to it for two months straight last year. home video is okay but i don’t really prefer it, so i kinda just listen to the songs when it shows up on my daily mix but other than that i dont play it that often.

[veryberryjelly]

hi lovely, can i have a 🥐 for slytherin boys?

i’m 5’2, have long and curled dark blonde hair, green eyes. my style is quite feminine, silk chiffon floral dresses, colourful co ords, boots and little skirts, vintage silver and gold jewellery. i study art history and love to read, love fashion, absolutely love films. will listen to anything but have a huge soft spot for lana del rey and lorde. i’m a scorpio, infj and slytherin. love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. definitely need someone else to make the first move as a hopeless romantic. i’m independent, adventurous and always down for something spontaneous, once i get comfortable in a group i become a lot more extroverted. i always have my film camera and take sooo many photos when i’m out with friends and travelling, definitely someone to see the positives and beauty in every little thing

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i ship you with...

mattheo riddle !!!

i've always pictured mattheo with a very feminine s/o.

curled hair

stockings

lace

florals

the whole lot.

and i know he would love a bit of lana del rey as much as he tries to deny it to his friends.

he will be the one to take your camera during any party or anything so that you can have some film pictures of yourself enjoying your time instead of just everyone else around you.

also, not relevant. but i absolutely LOVE lorde and im glad i found someone else who does too <3

[fritextramole]

through the night like an ember

part 3 of a Nate Archibald playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Dance The Night ~ Dua Lipa

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just Come along for the ride?

Too much ~ Lou Doillon

So I smile a little too much And the glass, it comes quick to the mouth And I go on and on sometimes just like the rest of us

Silk Chiffon ~ MUNA, Phoebe Bridgers

I'm high and I'm feeling anxious Inside of the CVS Watch her turn round halfway down the aisle With that you're on camera smile Like she wants to try me on

Dance To This ~ Troye Sivan, Ariana Grande

Young ambition Say we'll go slow, but we never do Premonition See me spendin’ every night with you

This Will Be Our Year ~ The Zombies

The warmth of your smile, smile for me, little one And this will be our year, took a long time to come

Love Uncontrolled ~ Matt Doyle

Let me stay and listen to your heart beat; it's so sweet You know that I can hear it racing inside Spend the day with me under the bedsheet, in our heat Let me push those quiet fears aside

Cheek to Cheek ~ Odd Chap, Marty & his Rockin’ Comets

And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek

Light Personified ~ Fintan

Walk around this stupid town The lights go down, we’re silhouettes We know these streets, and walk the beat But secretly we kinda like it My younger days, my foolish ways Well, I put all of them behind me You’re all I see, you’re a part of me And I can’t find the words to write it

Lovesong ~ The Cure

Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again

Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat ~ Del Water Gap

The more I smoke the more I find I can't just fall asleep instead

Man on the Moon ~ Zella Day

Nobody saw us for seven days Under the covers, your body a maze I couldn't believe that deep down inside Two bodies glowing could light up the sky Alone in my dream room, I want to love you Alone in my dream room, my body above you

Another Day in Paradise ~ Quinn XCII

Touchdown throw off my own two shoes Still the same city I be used to And all the reckless things that we do

Party Tattoos ~ dodie

My mummy said to always wear a coat But it's warm and it's heavy and we're trying to float

Paradise ~ Chase Atlantic

She's always hanging with the wrong guys She's caught up in lights, you know, the big kind If I make it right then we can leave time

Superficial Love ~ Calica, Magdalena Bay

I thought we were like good friends But I don't wanna play pretend Whispers in your eyes Question your intentions

Stay the Night ~ The Internet

But maybe we should stay cooped up Like we don't know what moonlight is Lately I've been going crazy Begging you to stay

Twilight ~ bôa

Your feelings and mine are all lonely And dawn comes, you're there lying with me And you reach out to touch me But I am in the twilight

I Love You So ~ The Walters

You're everything I want but I can't deal with all your lovers You're saying I'm the one, but it's your actions that speak louder

Play Date ~ Melanie Martinez

I don't wanna play no games I'm tired of always chasin' Chasin' after you

I Do ~ Susie Suh

I don't know What am I doing here There's a shadow in my place Maybe now everything will be so clear

Test Run ~ Sunday Cruise

I thought it would be best if you left I thought it would be best if we were just friends

9 ~ WILLOW, SZA

If only I could stay, if only I could pray If only I could wait, if only you could stay Up, up in your zone, yes, you're all alone Yes I'm all alone

[myrsinemezzo]

2023 Music Recap

It’s the end of the year! Basically, anyway. And I wanted to share a musical recap for 2023 from rediscovering my love of live shows to sharing the three albums I heard for the first time that absolutely made my world better and got me through the rough spaces of this year. Feel free to share your own favorite live show or album :)

Live Show Extravaganza:

Taylor Swift - What can I say? The Eras tour was truly epic. I cried, I sang my heart out along with every person in the audience (except the dad in front of me who downed 6 hard seltzers throughout the show to cope 😂). Still have to watch the tour video and relive it all.

Muna - I was so ridiculously excited that they opened for T Swift and then they had a truncated set because of the weather. But! That meant they switched up their set and played my favorite along with “Silk Chiffon”!! (Anything But Me):

Nine Inch Nails/Ministry/Nitzer Ebb - This triple headliner was wild with a capital ‘W’. Aging dancing goths and everyone pogoing-up and down like an old school 90’s show. I’ll treasure the playlist I have from this one since NIN was what Myrs’s teenage rebellion sounded like. (Less Than):

Death Cab for Cutie/The Postal Service - Transatlanticism is pretty much my favorite album of all time, so this concert was truly amazing. I bawled during the title track. Absolutely wept. Getting to share it with a haladriel friend made it even better. And the Depeche Mode encore? Impeccable. (Transatlanticism live):

Pedro the Lion - The sound of my 20s to early 30s because I just couldn’t quit listening to it. As an exvangelical, his music is everything, and hearing him play the whole album live was unreal. (Rapture):

Nation of Language - 80s style synth pop!! And perfect synth pop at that. I named my first long-form Haladriel fic after this one. (Across That Fine Line). So good live, and the venue was tiny, so it was me near the front with a friend bopping and swaying all night long:

Michigander - their music is just fun, and I love that. Solid pop rock and a great live show that had the crowd singing along at the top of their lungs. (Stay Out of It):

Albums of the Year:

Frightened Rabbit’s “Midnight Organ Fight” - huge thanks to @rebelrebelwrites and @bad-surprise for introducing me to this album in their own playlists and mentionings this year. “While I’m alive, I’ll make tiny changes to earth” will probably be my next embroidery text project, and a vinyl recording is making its way into my brother’s arms as a holiday present. (Good Arms vs. Bad Arms live A/V club recording):

Hozier’s Unreal/Unearth - It was stressful as all hell, but I scored a ticket to see him when he comes to my city, and I just know there will be copious weeping and lip wobbling. This whole album is my favorite of his three, when I never expected it to top “Wasteland, Baby”. But so many songs scream fic material and are so beautiful and lush. Here’s my sing at the top of my lungs car song (Who We Are):

Ethel Cain’s Preacher’s Daughter - the utter vibes of this album are absolutely out of this world. Switches between the darkest and broodiest to americana to a track played in the opener to headliner switch at the Taylor Swift show. Just incredible. (Family Tree):

[ambitionsource]

THE ANTI-HERO ♦️ An AMBITION Playlist of Maddi-Curated Song and Artist Recs

( Listen 🎵🎧 )

"Dreamer" by Laufey 🎶 Some might call me mad, the worst this town has had; I fell right down the rabbit hole, legends say I fell so fast I lost my soul... "Anti-Hero" by Taylor Swift 🎶 Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby, and I'm a monster on the hill; too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favorite city, pierced through the heart but never killed... "broken people" by almost monday 🎶 Only been down for a minute, feels so long when I'm in it... "Lost Angeles" by The Aces 🎶 Lost Angeles, you're the loneliest city I've ever known... "she's all i wanna be" by Tate McRae 🎶 She's got everything that I don't have and she's all I wanna be, all I wanna be so bad... "Knees Deep" by The Beths 🎶 With no scar, no memory, I'm envious; why pretend I'm not? "Being Alone" by Gatlin 🎶 Alone again, thought this would be more fun; always doomed from the start... "Silk Chiffon" by MUNA & Phoebe Bridgers 🎶 I'm high and I'm feeling anxious inside of the CVS... "The Good Part" by AJR 🎶 These things take time; mom and dad, they have a good life, but what the hell am I gonna do with mine? "Letter To My 13 Year Old Self" by Laufey 🎶 I know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd of big blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and boys that stare; keep on going with your silly dream, life is prettier than it may seem...

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