#writers & lovers

[author-mandi-bean]

Facing February

Any other writers trying to get their shit together in 2025?

[xinesegalas]

Exploring Life, Love, and Writing: Writers & Lovers - 4 Stars

Join us in the Lit Lounge for a captivating literary journey. Our latest recommendation: Writers & Lovers by Lily King.

Hello, fellow bookworms! Welcome to the Lit Lounge, my cozy little corner where I can fully indulge my passion for literature. Today, I’m excited to share my thoughts on a book that has been on my radar for quite some time: Writers & Lovers by Lily King. My interest piqued when my niece and a couple of close friends recommended it. As a true sucker for stories about writers, books, and the…

[strzxrin]

Hallo!! I stumbled onto ur account nd omg u have literally all of my fave tropes for x reader fics lmao

Ne ways can I request a Elliot and Xiuying x reader where they're both fighting for reader's attention? Maybe Elliot sees Xiuying being friendly nd a lil too close to MC nd that's when Elliot amps up his bullying a bit (maybe some marking action going on too idk- 👀), then later Xiuying sees that the reader's going through something (nd he knows it's Elliot) nd gets a lil protective/possessive over the reader

imma do what i want, so get lost or get with it !

synopsis. ┆ you were just trying to get through your university life without too much attention. but turns out that the gods have different plans it seems.

tags/warnings. ┆ gn!reader, dark content, dub-con, marking, possessive behaviours, size differences, multiple parts on having sex, reader is written to be a scholarship student and the secretary for student council, enemies to lovers(?), elliot is completely delusional, degradation (elliot), virginity loss (elliot), blowjob (elliot), elliot calls you a whore, jealous sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering (xiuying), praising (xiuying), edging (xiuying)

characters. ┆ elliot pearce ( bully . human character ) . zi xiuying ( student president . half-elf character )

a/n. ┆ the amount of times this fic has been rewritten bc i was rereading what i wrote pre-exams and i question my capabilities as a writer is actually diabolical. ALSO PLS NOTE. when i meant by virginity loss, i don't mean any insertion bc i find it to be very hetereo-norm, so in my thoughts about what exactly is virginity loss is when you do any sexual activity with another person. but i do hope you guys enjoy this fic and it is filthy i fear

masterlist ┆ character wiki

you don’t really remember how you got to this stage. being pinned against the wall and kissed in an empty lecture hall that you know no one is going to enter since it is a sunday. 

you had tried your very best into avoiding the wrong people in this university. especially since you’re in the same batch as the elliot pearce. 

it’s not as if you didn’t know of his story, of the countless poor victims that had gotten on his wrong side just by looking at him wrongly, talking to him wrongly. you stayed far away from him, trying to get out of his sight completely during your foundation year. it really didn’t help when you both got into the same exact course for your degree.

still, you tried your hardest not to look at him the wrong way, you became a wallflower essentially. you never tried to stand out too much, and you’re just thankful that your course is specifically based on sole courseworks, so you didn’t need to pair up with anyone.

and just when you thought that you could finish your third year in peace, that is when fate decided to struck you like lightning. you were his next victim and you never felt more scared shitless in your entire life.

because being entangled with elliot pearce meant that your entire life will be essentially ruined. and you wished that it was an exaggeration, but that man holds too much power and a boredom that could most definitely be compared to an eight year old. the moment he finds someone to play with, he’ll play with them until they break.

and unfortunately for you, you were now his toy. his doll, as he would like to call it. you get squirmish whenever he calls you that, when he looks at you with that irritating smirk, when he knows that you’re worried for everything that you had built for to graduate.

he makes you feel infuriated, tired and most of all, pathetic. because you do not have nearly enough power as he does. 

really, his ministrations started simple at first, bothering you when you’re in class and trying to do notes. but then it became more and more frequent, especially when you gut started to churn whenever you see him getting close. you were on a scholarship, you had no choice but to push yourself into studies because university isn’t for the weak. 

with lecturers that somehow can’t do their job properly and just read off the slides, to millions of presentations you had to read through and additional reading to understand what they were even teaching, to courseworks and exams being thrown into your face.

you never had a moment of break. because if you do, the university will recindicate your scholarship, and you wouldn’t be able to continue going to this place. this was your only chance into getting a good job, to get money and live the carefree life you had always wanted.

but he had to ruin it the moment he laid eyes on you.

in his point of view though, he had noticed you from the very beginning of foundation. during the induction, he was bored, with people flocking him left to right about wanting to form a ‘friendship’ with him. he knew better, it was due to the connections that he had that makes everyone want to worship the ground that he walks on.

but he saw you during that day. his eyes were drawn onto you as you looked out of place, awkward, as if it was your first time being in a place like this. you looked average to say the least, but that changed when you both made eye contact for the first time and he felt his heart thump.

it was a feeling he had never experienced. sure he dated some people before, fucked them too, but there were no strings attached because in the end they had only wanted his money. he sees you averting your gaze and trying to not catch his attention. or anyone else’s attention either.

he started looking for you more and more, and he gets annoyed by the people who were trying to approach you, or him once they realised that you were nothing to them. those people became his victims, and frankly he doesn’t regret it.

and for the next four years, he didn’t have a chance to even talk to you once since you always slipped away from his grasps the moment he tries to do so. what a pretty and infuriating wallflower you are. but it was fine, as long as he gets to see you, he’ll be content. he wants to have you, yes, but he’ll find a way to have you in the near future.

at least that was his plan.

until he sees you standing next to him of all people. zi xiuying, the perfect golden boy. and you were smiling at him. fuck. your smile was so pretty too, but it wasn’t for him. it was for that obnoxiously perfect student president.

your smile would be sheepish, and you’d turn flustered every time xiuying compliments you and it made something within him snap. you wouldn’t even look at him, and he needed your gaze to be back on him, just like how it did all those years ago. because you were his, from that day on, you had always been his.

so, he did what he’d do best, fuck with your mind until you break and fall apart just so that he could build you up and mold you just for him.

he’d see you trying to run off to a different direction whenever he finds you in the halls, but his strides are long that he keeps up with you. he’d sling his arm over your shoulder and whisper words of “don’t run away from me” or “keep running and i’ll give you a reason that you can’t.” and he lives seeing you shudder around him.

elliot had gotten more territorial however, especially when student council has been getting to it’s busiest lately. and you, as the dutiful secretary that you are, you had to make sure you did your job right.

the reason for his behaviour is when he caught you giving xiuying a small kiss on his cheek and a sheepish smile. what the fuck. you were his, so why are you kissing another man?

when you were alone and trying to find a place to do your work, he pulled you into and empty classroom, his patience finally reaching its limits.

“what was that?” he asks, pinning you against the wall as you gulped, seeing the dark look in his eyes, and your stomach churns. 

“what are you even talking about?” you whispered as he lets out a scoff at your act “just now, with that golden boy. you kissed him” you blinked at his words. “i didn’t? that was a peck on the cheek” “that is still considered as a kiss” “no it doesn’t— why are you even so worked up on it? you’re not even my boyfriend”

ah. his patience has finally come to an end.

“you were mine first. long before you even met him. and you tell me that i’m not your boyfriend?” “elliot what are you even talking about—” “shut it, you whore.”

why did that make you clench. why did he have to be a hot person with a shit personality. why did this have to happen to you?

“did you like it, hm? having his attention on you? being praised by him for doing some tasks? i didn’t know you were the type to be into that” he whispers, his lips at your ear as he nipped your earlobe, making you squirm under his touch. “don’t you dare try to run off again, doll.” it was derogatory, and it made your core churn.

if he was sick, then you’re even sicker to be turned on by this.

you wanted to push him away. in fact, you could if you truly wanted to. he didn’t pin your hands down, so you truly had your shot. but you were stuck in place, entranced by how he looks at you. “see, even your body knows that you belong to me” you shuddered once more and he gives a lazy smirk in turn.

he pulled away slightly, waiting to see your reaction, and you didn’t know why but your hands immediately clung onto his clothes, not wanting him to go just yet. and that alone gave him permission to do what he always wanted to do. to have you.

he leaned in, kissing your lips to which you stood there awkwardly at first before he pulled away just slightly “open your mouth, doll” he murmured, his thumb now caressing your bottom lip to which you followed his instructions. “there you go.. so good for me, yeah?” he murmured and kissed you once more.

he pushed his tongue in and hummed. you taste so uniquely you, and he wanted more of it. you didn’t know where to put your hands, instead just gripping onto his shirt for life as he kisses you breathless. when he pulled away, you were panting but he wasn’t done just yet.

he dipped his head lower, kissing your jaw before staying in the crook of your neck, kissing and nibbling. you let out a gasp at the sensation to which he continued to make blossoms of red and purple on your neck. 

the sounds you make were enchanting to him, and frankly he wanted more. he looks up to see some tears in your eyes which made him hard at the sight. such pretty tears, he couldn’t help but coo at it before kissing you senseless once more.

just when he has made your lips all slick with kisses is when he deemed it as enough from giving you kisses till you pass out. he took a step back to look at the work of art that he made with your skin and he grinned.

you were a flushed, panting mess. your hair was dishelved, your clothes a bit messed up from the tugging and pulling that he did. but you looked, beautiful in his eyes. 

“e-elliot..” you murmured, trying to call for his attention when he was straight up staring at you. when he came to be, he sees your eyes looking elsewhere on his body which made him let out a chuckle “so that wasn’t enough for you, was it?” you sputtered at his teasing making him just watch you in amusement.

“you’re a virgin aren’t you?” you looked away when he asked that, nodding a bit sheepishly, making him hum in return. “then, let me be your first” he whispers, holding your chin so that you would look at him again. 

you find yourself unsure how to respond. he’s a bastard that’s for sure, but with the way he looks at you, you couldn’t bring to say no either. so in the end, you nodded which made him give you a lazy smirk.

he kissed you once more but he made your hands go down his body, letting them roam as you feel every part of him. he was definitely built like a statue, that’s for one. and as he guided his hand lower, you finally felt his bulge and you almost choked in the kiss. why is he big? surely not all men are this big?

he pulled away and chuckled softly at your reaction “surprise, doll?” he murmured, groaning when you gripped his cock through his pants “fuck, you’re handsy” he says through gritted teeth as you felt warm by your cheeks. “sorry..” you murmured, but he doesn’t allow you to let go either.

“keep doin’ that doll, massage it- fuuuck” he groaned as you did what he said. you were curious, ever so curious to see it in person, and when you looked up at him with such innocence, he swore he was about to cum in his pants.

“take my pants off” he murmured and you paused, feeling hesitant but you did it regardless. his dick sprung out and your eyes almost popped out at the size and girth “is it supposed to be this big? or veiny for that matter?” he paused at your questioning and let out an actual laugh instead of a chuckle.

“you’re rather funny when you want to be, doll. but i would say i’m just above average, and for the veins.. well, yes, i’d say so” he’s seen dicks before in his life, outside of porn and all. so he’d say his is pretty normal, minus the size.

“i.. i don’t think it can fit—” “we don’t have to do that today. just jerk me off and it’ll calm down” he says simply. no, if he had it his way, he would’ve fucked you senseless but he’s not about to make you, a virgin, feel like shit in the end. 

he’s obsessed with you, yes, but he’s not that make you want to kill yourself in the end. that wouldn’t be too good for him since he wants to stay by your side always.

you gulped and nodded, focusing on his cock, palming the head for a moment as he leaked precum. you hear his groans and you looked back up at him, wondering if you were doing it right “fuck, doll. keep looking at me like that, i might just fuck your face in the end” you got flustered again and looked back down.

you worked him slowly, but the more you stroke his cock, you wondered if it tastes good. you heard and read that it was salty, but you were unsure. and as much as you tried to give him pleasure, you weren’t too sure if you’re doing a good job. 

“what if i want to try..?” you whispered out softly and it made elliot grabbed you chin so you could face him. “try what, doll?” you stayed silent and he hummed “use your words, baby,” you felt your stomach churning again “..sucking it..” he groaned at your admission.

“on your knees, now.” he commanded and something within your body just decided to listen to him. you looked stunning on your knees in his eyes. “open your mouth and stick your tongue out.. just like that” he lightly slapped his dick on your tongue, grunting at the warmth. 

“go on, lick” he could see your hesitance but when he felt your tongue licking the tip, he almost lost control and snapped his hips forward. yet he didn’t. he didn’t even need to tell you what to do when you started to suck. 

his eyes rolled back before he guided your head to take as much as you could. he watches your head bobbing and your eyes looking up at him. fuck. he wants to fuck your throat so badly. his control was fraying until your tongue swirled around his length “oh fuuck! how did you even know to do that” he grunted.

are you.. smiling up at him? what a cheeky whore. he wants to rub that smirk off your face, and he pushed his cock deeper. you moaned at the sensation and he was going to cum from that alone. 

for someone who had experience before you, you make him feel like a virgin himself, which he found pathetic. still, he held back and rock his hips until he was close “m’gonna cum. inside or on your face?” he asks. he wanted to see his cum on your face, marking you as his, but the idea of you swallowing his cum also sounded hot.

“inshide” your words muffled and he grunted. inside it is then. he went just a bit harder before he cummed down your throat.

you choked at the sheer amount but you tried to swallow it all. when he was done, he pulled out with a loud pop and you choked for air. he ran his fingers through your hair, and just as he was about to get you up, the door opened.

the both of you immediately looked at the door to see xiuying looking at the scene. before elliot could even try to pull you away from the man, he came quickly and pulled you away from elliot. “keep you dick in your pants, asshole” xiuying says simply, dragging you away from the classroom.

after being a good distance away, he finally looked at you and your state. his eyes darken at the sight, seeing you all worked up and marked by that insufferable dickhead. you were quiet, feeling embarrassed and shy from being caught in a compromising situation.

“did he force you?” “what?” you blinked before shaking your head “n-no.. he didn’t.. it just, uhm, it just happened i guess?” he gave you a calculating look before nodding. he doesn’t talk about it nor did he force you to do.

for the next few days, xiuying never left your side. for his course, he didn’t have any classes for a week, so instead he kept accompanying you the whole time, not letting elliot have any time alone with you.

you swore you could feel the tension between the two, until you just couldn’t handle it anymore and asked xiuying straight up when you both were in the council room. tae-woo didn’t come to university today, having his own problems, which made it be the two of you alone.

“what is all this for, xiuying?” you asked softly, making him look up from the paperwork. he tilted his head “what do you mean?” surely he can’t be playing dumb? “this.. whole thing with elliot and all” you swore you saw his eyes darken for a moment before he gives you a gentle smile instead.

“well, i for one, do not want to see any students having sex in the school’s vicinity,” he says which made you feel warm at the memory. xiuying almost scoffed at your reaction but kept a smiling face for you.

“unless you like him? but that can’t be, right? after all, he has been making you forcefully isolate yourself all these years” he says, standing up from his seat and walked closer to your desk, his arms holding the edge as he leaned down.

“i..” you didn’t know what to say anymore which made him hum “don’t tell me i’m wrong. are you going to ignore everything that he did just because you got to suck his dick?” he asks, and his voice sounded rougher than usual. you almost backed off from your chair but you doubt that would help your situation.

he moved around the desk and went directly in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up just so that you won’t avoid his gaze “is that what it takes to get you to like someone, hm?” he asks leaning down to whisper “should i fuck you too so that you’ll finally like me back?”

why is this happening to you? you just wanted a clean life until you graduate, so why are these two men pining for you like it’s the end of the world? “xiuying please..” you whimpered softly and he had to bite back a groan.

you sounded so sweet. maybe this is why elliot just had to have his fill first, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have you either. “i can make you feel better in comparison to him. just give me a chance” he whispers. he doesn’t care if it made him sound pathetic. he just wants to have you. 

he had always liked you, ever since the moment you applied for secretary all those years ago, he knew he just had to have you by his side constantly. this was just his breaking point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“xiuying.. i..” your gaze went down but even then you could feel his gaze on you. you felt flustered before you just nodded.

after all, unlike elliot, you reciprocated your feelings with xiuying. you developed feelings for him a year ago, but you were worried if he didn’t feel the same, so you never confessed. but seeing how he’s acting like this, you think that you’d have a chance.

he sees you agreeing to him which made him smile and picked you up, placing you on the table before kissing you. due to sharing your first kiss with elliot, you knew what to do this time and he grunted into the kiss.

“he taught you this?” he asks, his words a murmur against your lips as you nodded. xiuying wanted to rewrite your body’s pleasure until you were writhing for him and him only. he wanted to make sure you forgot everything about elliot, and he will be damned if he did not give you the most pleasure in comparison to him.

he peppered kisses onto your neck and marked you over the hickeys that elliot placed. his fingers started trailing down your body and your breath hitches. he was taking it slow, and his touches were gentle in comparison to elliot.

his hand slipped in between your thighs and started to move in a circle motion right at your clothed entrance. you shuddered in response, moaning softly at the feeling before hiding in his neck to try and take ahold of yourself. he coos at how cute you were being as his hands worked to slip your pants off.

when you laid bare, he brought his fingers up to your lips “suck, let it get wet” he murmured softly and you did as he told, licking and sucking his fingers just as you had done to elliot’s cock. when he deemed it wet enough, he pushed your underwear to the side and pulled his fingers out of your mouth to slowly push into your hole.

your hands immediately gripped onto his shoulder for support, your hole clenching tightly around his fingers. “shh.. take deep breaths, i won’t move until you’re comfortable” he reassures you, keeping his fingers still until you got used to the feeling of him in your entrance.

you gave him a nod when you felt comfortable and he started slowly first, keeping a gentle pace before you had moans of his name spilling out of your mouth. he coos softly and then began to move just a bit faster, making you squirm and gripping onto him for dear life.

your walls felt gummy and you were loosening up which made him grunt “that’s it.. so good for me” he praises softly and your stomach did flips. your mind was slowly melting from the pleasure and he could see it in your breathing pattern, the way how your eyes close in bliss, and he knew he was doing well.

he could feel you tightening up again, but before he could let you have your orgasm, he pulled out. you choked out a whine, looking at him with tears in your eyes “w-why’d you stop?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper and he hummed softly “because you’ll feel even better once i do let you cum”

he kept doing that over and over again, and you don’t remember how long has it been before he started to lean down and pepper kisses to your inner thighs. your body shook at the change of stimulation and you were close to cumming again, when he pulled his fingers out once more. you were fully sobbing, just wanting to cum at this point.

“xiuying pleaseeee, i can’t take it anymore” you whimpered, your voice shaky as he lets out a chuckle before finally licking your entrance. you moaned loudly and he took in the smell and taste that was completely and uniquely you. 

you thought he was going to pull his fingers out when he felt you getting close, but he didn’t. instead, he went harder which made you moan louder and squirmed even more, your fingers tugging at his hair. he finally let you cum and he swallowed every bit of it, enjoying the taste of your orgasm.

when you went down from your high, he pulled away and gave you a kiss, keeping his fingers inside you for a while. “you were amazing” he murmured, praising you and peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face.

he pulled his fingers out and started to coddle you gently, letting you soak in the afterglow of the fingerfuck and he just wanted you to rest on his lap. he likes having you close, because it meant that you were officially his now. 

“just stay with me like this, okay? i promise everything will be alright in the end” he whispers, watching as your eyes close from exhausting as he cradled you to sleep. you were his, not elliot’s, but his. and he’ll make sure you know that in the end.

[stnexus]

(not so) lyrical genius…!

band members au

NSFW, R RATED, MINORS DNI, 18+

yuki tsukumo x black!fem!reader x choso kamo

summary: every artist faces writers block at some point, but you and yuki are there to ensure choso gets just enough inspiration.

cw: nsfw, smut, 18+, use of pet names, poly!couple, established relationship, explicit language, threesome, (1) creampie, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, blowjob, swallowing partner’s release, light dom!yuki, little bit of switch!reader, sub!choso, face riding, cowgirl, praise, good deal of kissing in here

names used(?): baby boy, baby, pretty girl, ma’am, mommy (like twice), pretty boy, good boy

wc. 4.4K+

tags + note: @chososluv @shemaycry @uc1wa when i say it’s actually comical that i got writer’s block while writing a story about writer’s block. something like that would only happen to me i swear. but ahhh band mates choso and yuki, i hope you all enjoy! comments, reblogs, and tags are always welcomed.

a guitar amp sat on the hardwood flooring near the end of the bed. black cords and cables decorated the floor and trailed upwards onto the bed. mindless riffs and melodies were pushed through the amp, sounding around the occupied room. yuki’s fingers lightly strummed over the guitar strings as her blonde hair framed her face, her bangs slightly covering her eyes as she peered down at her guitar.

“this is useless,” choso huffed from the upper part of the bed, interrupting yuki’s actions as the sounds emitted from the amp halted. his legs were stretched out as his sock-covered feet almost grazed yuki’s criss-crossed legs. in his sudden little outburst, choso dropped a notebook and pencil onto the black-silk bed sheets, right between yourself and him. your two barbie ponytails swayed a bit as you looked between your two lovers, peering over your phone.

“there’s gotta be something, cho,” yuki almost groaned. the three rings on her right hand sending out a ‘ping!’ sound around the room as she accidentally tapped the neck of her guitar. “you don’t usually get so…” yuki seemed to search for her words.

“stuck. i feel fucking stuck,” choso interjected, finishing yuki’s sentence. another stress-filled huff flowing past his lips as his fingers pinched at his nose bridge. the solid black tattoo that adorned it was manipulated by his actions.

“well, i don’t think beating yourself up about it is going to help.” you joined the conversation, dropping your phone into your lap. reaching over to run a hand through choso’s hair, loose from the confines of his usual two high ponytails, your nails running over his scalp. “when’s the next gig?”

“in three weeks,” yuki announced, fiddling with the tuning pegs on her guitar. “the band has got everything done. but we’re lacking in the lyrics department, as we can see,” yuki tried to joke with a little smile. though the joke seemed to push choso further into despair as he groaned and leaned into your touch.

“at least you’ve got time.” you tried to be positive as well, letting your hand slip from choso’s hair when he began to move away.

“that’s the thing; we had two months.” his already deep voice deepened a bit more as he spoke. rubbing a hand over his face quickly.

being in a relationship with two artists almost felt unreal at times. but as you all sat in bed, pajamas on, and somewhat relaxed — the moment was as real as ever. it had been almost two hours that you all sat, choso trying to write lyrics onto the notepad he had just recently thrown aside.

complaints about how time was running out were thrown around between the two at random times. the two members of a completely independent band were left stumped. yuki was just unsure of how to help her boyfriend at the moment. knowing they had the idea of producing a new single before their next show, the chances of that idea taking place were becoming slim.

setting her guitar on the bed, right below choso’s feet, yuki wrapped a hand around one of your ankles to grab your attention. rubbing at your soft brown skin with a soft — almost apologetic — smile for choso’s down in the dumps attitude.

“baby boy, it’s just writer's block. how do you usually deal with it?” yuki questioned, still sending a soothing touch over your ankle.

if choso could throw a full-on tantrum, you doubt he would hold back. his brain seemed to taunt him with a lack of creativity, blanking out completely when his notebook was in front of him. the lack of inspiration boiled into frustration, and that, in turn, pissed him off even more.

“it’s been a minute since i’ve had a block this bad,” choso confessed. watching as yuki tugged at you, beckoning you towards her for a gentle kiss. his eyes trailed over the matching pajama sets you both wore. a plaid black and red pattern decorating the bottoms and a simple black fitted baby-doll tee complementing you both beautifully. 

in the quick moment, his constant feelings of luck set in. he always felt lucky to have you two, and he knew that would never change. he was simply weak for the both of you; hell, sometimes he could rarely fathom that you two interacted with him.

“is there something missing?” yuki questioned as she pulled away from your lips, dragging you into her lap. facing choso. her hand resting on your thigh as you placed your head against her shoulder. the sensation of her cool rings could be felt slightly through your pants. “we need to know where your head is in order to help.”

“we’re not mind readers ya’ know…” you jokingly poked fun at your other partner. inhaling yuki’s scent as it surrounds you. feeling choso eye the two of you for a moment, he searched his mind for the right words. a small frown playing at his lips but his eyes were a bit hooded as they flickered over both you and yuki. a look that your girlfriend did not miss when it took place.

“inspiration. i’m lacking inspiration right now,” choso admitted while sighing. dropping his hands to smooth over his heather-gray sweatpants, his fingers brushing over the hem of his white baggy tee in the process.

“that should be easy to fix, right?” you attempted to help again. “i mean, cho, i’ve seen you take inspiration from the smallest of things.”

“she’s right, ya’ know.” yuki agreed as her fingers played at the end of one of your ponytails. with a slightly raised brow, she tilted her head to the side, taking in the man before you two. his frustration had begun to teeter along the edges of something else and she knew just what it was. 

“i don’t know where to even start,” choso confessed once again. mind drawing a blank for what seemed like the thousandth time. though, that left him clear to take on another range of emotions with the way he started to grow a bit warm with you two in front of him. 

“you can find inspiration in anything— i mean not to judge, but have you heard some of the songs these other bands are making?” yuki said, a small laugh leaving her lips in her slight show of cockiness. but they died down as an idea flickered through her mind. if a cartoonish light bulb could appear over her head, it would shine as brightly as it possibly could. especially when her lips dropped to your ear, whispering words that choso couldn’t hear.

it was evident that the words made you a bit flustered as you let out a giggle, squeezing at yuki’s arm lightly. until a hum of agreement was pushed from you during her low-spoken words.

“you’re right. but that still leaves me with nothing.” choso nodded. brows furrowing a bit as he watches you two converse. yuki planting a kiss on your cheek as you let out a hum in place of a reply. 

“well you’ve gotta start somewhere. what vibe are you going for?” you spoke up, feeling your girlfriend’s hand gently move from your thigh to your waist. tucking underneath your shirt to soothe you a bit, just as she had done earlier. though this time, a small hiss left your lips when her cool rings kissed at your warmed skin. “your rings…they’re cold.” you laughed a bit at the sensation.

“oh, i’m sorry, baby.” yuki apologized but her hand stayed exactly where it was. 

“something…sensual…maybe?” choso spoke like he was questioning you two instead. “we have a number of upbeat songs. we need something…different.”

“look at it this way,” yuki started with choso again, “our biggest inspiration is right in our faces at this moment.”

a look of confusion overtook the man for just a moment as he let out an inquisitive hum. though he watched as yuki’s gaze flickered from his face to your own in a sort of silent reply. though her words caught up to her soon after.

“our pretty girl,” yuki said in a sure tone. “i mean look at her; she’s gotta be the best inspiration—”

“both of you are. you are both part of my inspiration.” choso rushed out. watching as yuki’s hand trailed a bit further into your shirt. no doubt — her fingers grabbing at you from what he could see.

“mmm, you want us to give you a little more inspiration? huh, cho?” yuki questioned as she locked eyes with him. nimble fingers grabbing at one of your nipples as a gasp was pushed from your lips.

“y—yes,” the man stuttered out a bit flustered.

“yes, what?” yuki demanded as she planted a kiss on your neck, her eyes never letting up on choso. 

“yes ma’am,” choso corrected himself, a slight blush of pink presenting itself along his cheeks. to which yuki gained a lazy smirk before speaking.

“why don’t you go give our pretty boy a kiss, sweetheart?” yuki persuaded you as she pulled her hand from beneath your shirt. helping you off of her lap, yuki watched as you maneuvered yourself over to choso. his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you sideways into his lap. wasting no time in pushing his lips up against yours.

the kiss was heated, full of hunger on choso’s end. as if he had been waiting to get close enough to one of you. your pace mirrored his own in an attempt to bring balance.

“softer.” yuki ordered as she stood from the bed, tucking her guitar and amp away into a corner of the room. grabbing a hair tie from somewhere in the room to tie her hair into a ponytail — her bangs still hanging freely. then pulled her rings off one by one, setting them down somewhere she knew she’d be able to find them later.

on her cue, choso slowed his movements. there was no room for being indifferent today. he knew the best way to get anything he wanted was to comply. so his lips were soft against your glossed ones; the flavor of your lipgloss danced across his tongue. small moans of want meeting between the two of you.

“that’s it, good boy,” yuki cooed as she knelt onto the bed. pushing herself into the bit of open space between you two as she placed a kiss on your cheek, then choso’s cheek. ultimately ending with the three of you kissing at once. a mixture of sounds flooding the room. 

your eyes closed as you felt choso’s hand snake up your torso, palming at your clothed tits. pinching at your pert nipples through your shirt at random. the kiss glided into just him and yuki as you worked to pull your shirt off, welcoming the air around the room to cool your warm body. hardening your brown nipples even more.

“fuck…” choso stated almost breathlessly as he and yuki separated, his eyes landing on you. which only earned a laugh from yuki as she tugged her own shirt off.

“we are about to fuck, choso.” she jokes sarcastically. letting the woman’s joke enter one ear and go through the other, his heavy hands grabbed at you. furthering the actions he had begun earlier, tweaking and pulling at your nipples at random. soon lowering his head to wrap his lips around one. groaning around you as yuki came into view, allowing him to grab at her with his free hand. her pert — almost pinkish colored — nipples being manipulated by his movements.

with her legs tucked below her, yuki pushed herself forward to reach for the waistband of your pajama pants. tucking her hand below the material as her fingers pushed against your panties. the fabric pressed into you underneath her fingers as a wet spot had begun to form. an almost whimper was pushed from your lips at the feeling of both of them.

“that feels good, yuki,” you assured as her fingers worked over your clothed clit in slow and light circles. the way your hips move and chased after yuki’s touch was enough to keep choso pliant as he removed his mouth from you. his cock hardening even more with each movement you made.

“i bet it does,” yuki almost whispered next to your ear. her fingers pushed your panties aside, two fingers swiping at the wetness between your legs. dragging her fingers heavily from your hole to rub at your clit momentarily. the little bud throbbing under her fingertips.

only a whine of disapproval left your lips as she pulled her hand from below your waistband. fingers glistening under the warm light of the bedroom.

“hush, shouldn’t we give choso a taste? we are trying to be inspirational, right, honey?” yuki asked, while your hips continued to grind over choso. in search of his hardness to help the ache that began to grow between your legs.

“yes, mommy.” you complied fully. watching as she pressed her soaked fingers against choso’s lips, and allowed him to wrap his lips around them. a grumble of delight muffled around them as he worked his tongue over her fingers. moving his hips so you could push up against him.

“ ‘taste so good, baby.” choso compliments as he looks at you as yuki slips her fingers out from between his lips. a mewl of thank you brushing past your lips in gratitude for the words and the help he provided you with.

as you felt your clit bump against choso repeatedly, yuki took her time ridding herself of her pajama pants. her black hipster-cut panties being the only things left when she got herself back onto the bed. moving to kiss as choso’s neck. allowing you time to do just as she did and remove your bottoms. 

“would you look at that,” yuki giggled just a bit. “she’s so wet, she left a wet spot…through her pants.”

the mere sight almost made choso cum. a little wet spot sat perfectly over his bulge, and it sent a shiver through him as yuki palmed at him over the stain. his hands grabbed at her wrist to pull her into a straddling position.

yuki’s comment turned you bashful, as you were made completely aware of your wetness seeping through as you pulled your bottoms off. thighs a bit sticky from the mess as you left your underwear on, getting onto the bed again. 

slipping her hand under the band of choso’s sweats and briefs simultaneously, yuki gripped at his length. slightly hovering over him instead of sitting firmly in his lap — leaving room to stroke him slowly.

“shit, yuki—” choso hissed out as he tried to focus on thumbing over her underwear, her clit attentive under his finger. your lips met his again as his groans began to accumulate, your hand caressing his jaw.

“you both,” he started in between kissing you, “oh fuck— are going to be the death of me.”

you and yuki let your laughter envelop the room. giving him a momentary break to help him remove his shirt and sweats. throwing in haphazardly around the room.

both leaning down to plant a kiss on his clothed cock, a small stain of presumably precum could be slightly seen and felt against the black material.

“can we take them off him now, yuki?” you nearly whisper. your words match exactly what choso had been thinking. knowing better than to ask and possibly receive longer teasing from yuki. your eyes locked in on yuki as she laid the palm of her hand on one of your cheeks, one of your ponytails brushing against her hand.

“yes, baby,” she agreed with a smile. “we’re just here for inspiration today, so i don’t think we need to prolong the teasing. unless he wants us to be mean…” yuki’s words trailed off. both of you look to choso for an answer to yuki’s words.

 “nono, ‘just want you two,” he spoke flustered. his own hands trying to maneuver to push the briefs down. only for you and yuki to push his hands back.

“nah, we’ve got it baby.” you replied sweetly. helping yuki to pull them off him, only needing him to lift his hips. his cock springing free from its confines, slapping against his lower stomach. choso was once a bit reserved about showing himself off, shy at the thought of what his two pretty girls thought of him. but over time, you and yuki made him well aware that with his girth and length, there was absolutely nothing to be shy about.

the normally pale tip was a blushy pink color, mirroring his cheeks as he looked at the two of you. spitting into your hand, you wrapped it around his base as yuki took a lick at the precum threatening to dribble from his tip. you followed suit, as well as working towards stroking him.

watching as you both licked up the side of his shaft, only to meet at his tip — choso swore his eyes could have rolled out of his head from his reaction.

“holy shit—” choso stifled a moan as both your tongues ran repeatedly over his tip. like you two were kissing, and he just so happened to have been placed there.

placing a chaste kiss on his tip, you moved back. allowing yuki the room to wrap her lips around him completely. bobbing her head as she worked towards pleasing him. your hand worked in unison with her, stroking him, especially in areas she couldn’t fully take in. your free hand playing with his balls. 

“they’re trynna fuckin’ kill me…” choso moaned to himself in disbelief. hips rutting up a bit, mindlessly. switching places with yuki, she sent choso a cheeky smile. lips riddled with spit and precum.

“inspiration, baby. we’re trying to inspire you not kill you,” the blonde woman teased.

with your lips around him, tongue working against his length, a hum of agreement was emitted from you. heightening his sensitivity to you and yuki’s actions. his hips jutted upwards — pulling a gagging sound from you in the moment as he quickly moved to pull his hips back.

“shit, baby, ‘m sorry,” he whined out, placing a hand lightly on your head in a soothing manner.

“ ‘m okay,” you confirmed as you let him slip from your lips. your voice a bit raspy from the way he had fucked up into your throat. your ponytails swayed as you and yuki went back to simultaneously licking at his tip. drawing sounds from him every second it seemed. 

feeling him twitch below your tongue, you and yuki continued. the verbal warning and begging of i’m gonna cum, please don’t fucking stop falling from choso’s lips.

one final lick from the both of you, paired with stroking him, led him to his peak. cum spurting from his tip in thick ropes over the tongues of both his beautiful girlfriends. repeated swears said by him floated around the room as you both swallowed the milky white substance he had given the two of you. his hands weaved through his own hair for just a moment.

“such a mess, huh?” yuki questioned you as you both looked at the man. she almost laughed at his current state.

“mhm, and he tastes good too.” you nodded.

“well…i guess i’ll let you choose today, d’you want his tongue or do you want to ride him?” yuki asked casually, as if he weren’t sitting there panting. but at her words choso felt his abdomen clench, a feeling of warmth flooding his face once again as he began to harden.

it wasn’t long before you let yuki know you wanted to ride him. leading the both of you to ask him to lay in the very middle of the bed. his body surrounded by the silky sheets on the bed. straddling him, you slid your panties to the side for just a bit, a string of arousal clinging to them as you lowered yourself to grind against choso. your slick hugging into his cock.

with a sensitive grunt, his hands found your waist, helping you move your hips. yuki took the time to remove her underwear and kneel over him, drooling cunt hovering just above him as his anticipation began to grow. a giggle leaving her lips as she leaned forward to kiss you.

“take them off, pretty girl.” to which you complied once again with no indifference as you pulled off your underwear. throwing them off the side of the bed yuki leaned forward as she pushed herself onto choso’s tongue, the warm and wet muscle immediately seeking out her attentive little bud. which drew a gasp from her. yet and still — her hand wrapped around his cock as she helped push his cock into you.

your walls fluttered at the feeling, welcoming him with a sticky coating of your arousal as you took him inch by inch. feeling utterly done for when you felt the head of his cock beginning to push past your most sensitive spot. only to have him nestled right up to your cervix once completely in.

in your process of taking him, it was almost like you had droned out yuki in front of you. until she grabbed at your hands, intertwining your fingers with her own. 

she had begun to look dazed with the way choso’s tongue lapped at her wetness. the sound was nasty and vulgar, causing a knot to form in your lower belly. circling your hips, you could hear choso groan beneath yuki as he began to grip at her thighs.

eventually you worked up the nerve to begin bouncing on his cock. a sheen of your slick wrapping around him as you did so. letting out a dragged-out whine, you looked at yuki in front of you, her hands still holding on to yours as she pulled you into kiss her. the moans falling from you two were like music to choso’s ears. like the lyrics he couldn’t seem to find.

you clench stupidly when your bouncing leads to angling your hips just right. allowing choso’s tip to abuse your sweet spot over and over again. your grip going slack on one of yuki’s hands as you freed yourself to plant a stabilizing hand against choso’s abdomen.

“his tongue is so fucking good, he’s so good.” yuki began to mewl against your lips. her brows furrowing each time choso’s lips latched around her puffy clit, sucking for a split second.

“he feels so good too…” you reply weakly. your search to motivate him had begun to crumble into fucking yourselves silly with the use of your boyfriend’s compliance. the praises you both sung went straight to his head, his mind fuzzing up below the two of you. though it pushed him to lend a helping hand even more.

one of his hands climbed up between yuki’s thighs, fingers finding purpose right up against her entrance. barely hesitating before pushing one finger in, the second finger being pushed into her not long after.

“fuuuck,” yuki almost whined into your mouth as she felt his fingers dragging along her walls — his tongue still working against her cunt. her kisses began to slow when choso worked towards picking up his pace. her breathing becoming ragged and her hand squeezing at your own. “you’re gonna make me cum, keep going cho.” yuki announced as she leaned away from your lips, voice shaky as she held onto every bit of dominance that she could.

as your bouncing continued almost mind numbing sounds of you and your lovers exclamations and skin slapping against skin ensued. a sharp gasp escaped yuki’s lips as her cunt tightened around choso’s fingers, gushing around them due to the fact that he’d started bullying her most sensitive spot. her rushed announcement of her peak mimicked the way choso had sounded not long ago.

her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as she freed her other hand to make herself stable just as you had done. her breathing harsh as she drifted back to her senses.

“you gonna cum for him, baby?” yuki questioned slowly, her blonde bangs shielding her eyes as she leaned forward again. this time dipping lower. “you gonna cum for our pretty boy?”

“yes— yes mommy,” you replied, feeling choso shift under you. his feet were planted into the soft bed below him. careful to secure his footing over the silk sheets as he began fucking up into you. feeling yuki press kisses onto your chest, she continued to do so all the way downwards. stopping only when her face was level with your cunt. watching how choso disappeared into and reappeared.

“taking him so good. poor clit looks lonely though.” yuki almost teased as she pushed herself back to eye level with you. a hand gripping dangerously close at the junction of your thigh. 

“please touch her, ‘wanna make her feel real good.” choso pleaded from under yuki. her spent cunt still hovering over him.

“mmm. he’s such a giver,” yuki smiled as she pushed the pad of her thumb against your clit. rubbing the pleasure spot in heavy, lazy circles. placing loving kisses on your cheeks as choso bounced you up and down. “even when we’re supposed to be helping him, he’s a giver, choso’s such a good boy.”

“yeah, yeah…he’s a good boy,” you spoke with a heavy tongue. shaking a bit as yuki quickened her fingers against you.

“you gonna let him cum in you? come on pretty, give him something to write about.” yuki spoke lowly and persuasively into your ear as you nodded. one more roll of her thumb over your attentive clit and you were pushed over the edge. your stomach tightened then relaxed as it felt like a cord snapped. creaming around choso as he pushed up into you for the final time.

“cum in her, baby. give it to her…” yuki spoke to choso softly as she moved away from him. sitting next to you both, a bit winded as she watched him empty himself into you. praising him as he grunted out, grabbing your hips to keep you upright.

“you should have inspiration for days at this point,” you giggled breathlessly as you calmed down, shuddering as choso pulled out of you. the mixture of the two of you sticky between your legs, dripping from your cunt, and his face glistening with yuki’s slick. both of you supplying him with soft kisses pressed into his lips.

“might’ve been a little too much inspiration,” yuki chuckled as you both took in choso’s reddened face. his hair sticking to his face a bit.

“writing…” he spoke softly, “should be a breeze.”

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「師傅，工廠已經這樣了"就去它娘的吧"，餓不死土裡的蚯蚓就餓不死咱們工人階級。 If an earthworm in the ground won't starve to death, then neither will we, the working class.” He”」

─ Mo Yan, Shifu, You'll Do Anything for a Laugh: A Novel /莫言 《師傅越來越幽默》第5章.  (Chinese writer, b. 1955) Literary movement Magical & realism. Nobel Prize winner in Literature 2012. His original name is Guan Moye (管謨業). 

📌 He has been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2012 for his work which "with hallucinatory realism merges folk tales, history and the contemporary". Among the works highlighted by the Nobel judges were Red Sorghum (1987) and Big Breasts & Wide Hips (2004), as well as The Garlic Ballads.

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About writer - Mo Yan 莫言

China''s most critically acclaimed author, has changed the face of his country''s contemporary literature with such daring and masterly novels as Red Sorghum, The Garlic Ballads, and The Republic of Wine. In this collection of eight astonishing stories--the title story of which has been adapted to film by the award-winning director of Red Sorghum Zhang Yimou--Mo Yan shows why he is also China''s leading writer of short fiction.

His passion for writing shaped by his own experience of almost unimaginable poverty as a child, Mo Yan uses his talent to expose the harsh abuses of an oppressive society. In these stories he writes of those who suffer, physically and spiritually, under its yoke: the newly unemployed factory worker who hits upon an ingenious financial opportunity; two former lovers revisiting their passion fleetingly before returning to their spouses; young couples willing to pay for a place to share their love in private; the abandoned baby brought home by a soldier to his unsympathetic wife; the impoverished child who must subsist on a diet of iron and steel; the young bride willing to go to any length to escape an odious, arranged marriage. Never didactic, Mo''s fiction ranges from tragedy to wicked satire, rage to whimsy, magical fable to harsh realism, from impassioned pleas on behalf of struggling workers to paeans to romantic love.

[justmeinadaze]

Could you write a Gator Tillman x Plus size Reader series or an imagine (upto you) kind of like enemies to lovers

Also you are one my favourite writers and all your fics are so amazing ❤️

A/N: Thank you <3. I love you! I can turn this little thing into a series if people want that :)

Warning: Smut, degrading (brat, whore), dirty talk

Word Count: 1065

“That’s it, you little brat. Take my cock like the whore you are.”, Gator moaned as he rolled his hips roughly on top of you. 

You hated the deputy and everything he represented in your small town but God did you love playing games with him. The first time was at the bar you worked at after you had been robbed. You gave the police all the information but when he came back a few weeks later to tell you they came up empty handed, you cried and smacked him across the face. In return, he bent you over pool table and fucked you till your eyes rolled. 

After that the game was always a bit different but the outcome was the same. A few times, he pulled you over on the side of the road siting a broken taillight before handcuffing you for “resisting” and shoving his cock down your throat. Another time, he showed up on a date you were having and brought you home to tie you to his bed, teasing you all night till he finally allowed you to cum drenching his mattress with your arousal. 

In public you were ruthless with each other, calling each other names and throwing verbal spares till the other one was pissed off enough to retaliate.

Tonight, while he and his friends were at the bar, you challenged him. Gator had said an off the cuff remark about how if someone breaks into your house not to call because “someone needs to put you in your place and humble you!” You had snickered which amped him up enough but your following sentence was the spark that ignited the fire within him. 

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that. Can barely even protect me let alone fuck me.”

That’s how you ended up in the position you were in currently, waking up in the middle of the night with him pinning your wrist above your head as he fucked you nice and deep. You secretly hoped he would come over, waiting in your room in the thinnest lingerie nightie you could find for hours before giving up and going to bed.

“Fuck. You think I can’t take care of you? Y-you can barely take care of yourself. Do you—mmph—do you know how easy it was to sneak in? Then I find you here in this flimsy nightie, pussy dripping, just begging to be ruined.”

“Gator…”

The officer’s sweaty forehead fell on yours as he groaned against your lips. 

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you moan my name.”, he whispers, a rough whimper leaving his throat when you moan it again. “Tell me you need me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I need you, Gator. I need you to keep me safe a-and—oh my God—take care of me. No one fucks me like you. Make me cum, honey, please.”

His head promptly shot up at your words as his rhythm slowed making you whine. 

“No one fucks you like me? No one else better be fucking you at all, little girl. You’re mine. This tight little pussy, your sexy curves, this perfect ass…” Gator’s palm comes down hard at the space between your upper thigh and behind causing a little mewl to leave your lips.

Picking up his pace once more, he roughly slammed his hips into yours as his cock aggressively hit that sensitive spot and beyond deep in your cunt. The officer’s head fell to your side and he continued to whisper in your ear as he heavily panted after every other word. 

“Your fucking smile…adorable…adorable laugh…the way your face lights up…when you see me… shit,baby… your sarcasm and quick wit…your beautiful heart…I want them all. Fuck, I’m close. Tell me who you belong to you, Y/N.”

While he spoke, your fingers had tangled in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could as your other hand gripped his ass guiding his movements.

“You. I belong to you, Gator.”

Your legs locked at the ankle around his waist forcing him to stay put as your body trembled and you came. As you he listened to you climax, his own followed as he grunted loudly and pounded his release deep inside you. 

The two of you laid like that trying desperately to catch your breaths for a few minutes before he gently pulled out of you and reached for some tissues by your bed to clean you with. Once he completed his task, he laid on his back with his arm behind his head as he stared at your ceiling. 

“Why the lingerie?”

“Huh?”

“I imagine you don’t usually fall asleep in something like that.” You didn’t answer mostly because you didn’t know how. To be honest, the two of you rarely ever spoke after you played. “If you did that for me, you don’t have to. I think you look sexy as is.”

“How would you know?”

“Jesus.”, Gator chuckles. “Did you hear a word I fucking said? “

“You don’t know me, Tillman.”

“I’d like to, Y/L/N.” Your eyes met his as he continued. “I know you hate me but I’d like to prove to you I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am.”

“You mean the asshole you pretend to be to make daddy happy?” When he huffs and closes his eyes you immediately feel bad. “Gator, your dad hates me as a person. I doubt he’d let you take me on a date or something.”

“I don’t care. Look, Y/N, you wouldn’t be going on a date with him. You’d be spending time with me and only me.”

“You’re on his police force.”

“Christ, you are so fucking stubborn!”, he growled before softly grinning when he heard your small giggle. 

Rolling on to his side, he reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Ok.” Gator’s eyes widen excitedly as your smile grows at the sight. “But I swear to God if he comes at me with ‘A woman’s place is…’—“.

The officer’s lips cut you off and you revel in this new feeling of soft kisses instead of passion, anger fueled ones. 

“You can say whatever you want to. Just know, though, that I can keep you safe and take care of you.”

“I know, Gator. I know.”

[alien-magnolia]

His Little Grace

Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader

Fic description: As Ganon’s minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something more…

Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!

Omegaverse rules:

https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591

It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 o’clock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganon’s control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.

Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,” the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. “My son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,” the King suggests. “Of course,” Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Link’s beauty.

He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revali’s Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. “So many monsters…,” he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.

After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him… could it be? An omega?

He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.

He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. “Somebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,” he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.

“My Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,” Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.

“See if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,” Link sheepishly tells him.

“Yes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,” Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.

“My dear. Are you okay?,” he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. “I think I’m okay now, yes. Who are you?,” her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.

“Quickly, young one. Tell me your name.” The woman tells him. “Lily.” “Ah. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,” he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.

“I should have been more careful,” the woman replied, slightly blushing.

——-

You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.

Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.

You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated — to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity — so many monsters around. What options did you have?

Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this ‘Prince Sidon’, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.

The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.

“My dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,” the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.

“Well, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas — normal. I’m a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. I’m not strong enough to fight these monsters. I don’t even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of Hyrule…,” you trail off, a bit sad.

The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. “My dear. You see, they aren’t that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.”

You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each other’s presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmother’s book was right.

“Lily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,” Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,” his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.

—-

Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.

You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3

Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.

“What is it?,” you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. “My Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?”

You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. “I came here to look for a mate, Sidon. I’m an omega. They aren’t very common after the calamity,” you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.

“My Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!” He looked enthusiastic suddenly. “You see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,” he praises you.

You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. “You and I, my pearl. I think you’re the most adorable little Hylian I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re an omega — that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,” he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.

You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.

His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmother’s book, you have read that those with ‘sexual variance’ (gender classified as omega or alpha — instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.

You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3

“You know, sweet one…I have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance… a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breed…,” his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. “Make me yours then,” you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.

He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.

“My little grace smells so good for me,” he chuckles darkly. “That’s all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim you…,” he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. “Please, Sidon. Want it, please…,” you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.

“You know, my little love…Zora actually have two cocks. I wonder how they’ll fit inside my Pearl…,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.

You have read in your grandmother’s book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength too…

You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! “Sidon. Please, want it in me,” you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweet…,” he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it … <3

“Sidon. I’ve never.. never had this before…,” you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. “I will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Don’t know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,” his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.

You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3

Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.

“My sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, can’t wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heir…,” he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! “Please, my prince, Sidon, please!!,” you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.

“Mate me. Claim me. Please, sir,” you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. “My pleasure, my little love.”

He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, you’ve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.

You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.

You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.

Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3

[rachandroll]

So I have this theory about ships.

I've spent the last 15 years or so raging against "The Moonlighting Curse" as my own personal nemesis (also known more in fannish parlance as Shipping Bed Death). I find the idea that a couple being together is by its very nature boring super fucking maddening. I think if you can't write people in love and together in an interesting way, it just means you haven't learned how to do that yet. It's very often the cook, not the ingredients, you know?

There are a lot of stories that get characters together badly, though, that can't be disputed. Getting a couple together does scuttle some narratives. And while I do think some of it has to do with the fact that "will they/won't they" has a lot of tropes that can act as crutches for bad writers, and interesting and functional couples require more skill to write because there isn't enough of a similar scaffold to work from...there's another aspect I been thinking about lately. And that's intensity.

See, the reason "will they/won't they" is so juicy is because of the sexual tension, right? That intensifies all the interactions between the two characters, which gets us way more invested. A lot of our fav shit, like rivals to lovers, starcrossed lovers, etc etc etc, it's about creating circumstances that also amp up the tension and therefore the intensity.

When the sexual tension breaks, the first thing writers often do is look for new ways of adding in tension. A very large percentage of the time, that's by creating rifts between the characters in question, or tearing them apart in some way. The problem with that - beyond making the fans/viewer/reader feel jerked around - is that it's usually not intensifying the right thing. By focusing on the tension for its own sake, you can miss intensifying the actual draw, which is the power of the relationship itself. You can actually break your ship by trying to intensify it too hard with tension, especially by having characters lie and cheat on each other and otherwise treat each other terribly. Like sure, sometimes people like to experience characters destroying each other from the inside out! But that's not the draw of ships for a lot of people. Sometimes it's just sad, and not even in a fun way.

But here's the thing! Tension is not the only intensifier that exists. You can, for instance, intensify a relationship in canon by making them absolutely batshit insane about each other. My theory is that what we need more of is ships that get together and become fucking Morticia and Gomez Addams about it. Just doing the absolute MOST all the time in a way that no people in their right mind would do in real life. Just make them absolutely bonkers.

Crank that fucking dial baybeeeee. They are so, so in love and it would be alarming if it weren't so beautiful.

[hellbrainrot]

Buckle up this is a long post Im bored so I decided to make predictions on how I think Aemond s3 arc could play out based on Ewan’s interview’s  + Fire&Blood + the show. Ewan is very much a cinephile and as I was writing this analysis and reading his interviews I notice that a lot of the movies that he references have similar arcs to him . 

Since season 1 I feel like ewan gives certain hints about his arc and the direction they’re taking Aemond’s character . This is what he said back in December 2022 before he even got the season 2 scripts—  “That was one of the first things [showrunners] Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik wanted to think about: the legend of The Cyclops in Greek mythology, and how he ultimately traded one of his eyes to Hades in order to see the day he would die,” Mitchell told The Face. “What does that do to a person, to possess that extreme degree of self-certainty? To know the day you’re going to go down, and feel bulletproof to a point. I’m not saying Aemond is a seer, but he’s scary perceptive.” Now after watching season 2 we know that  Aemond is aware  of his fate he knows how he’s going to die.  

From that same article he also says "that "A character like Aemond never really felt that unconditional love from his family". I remember a lot of people where confused because based on Season 1  it seemed like Alicent was the child who she most doted on but I feel like he was saying that more in reference to season 2 where now we see that Alicent's love is not unconditional and was only based on that fact that he was her “dutiful” son. 

Here is another quote from ewan that makes me think he knows more even though he hasn’t got the season 3 scripts  : “Before I embarked on season one, I did sit down with Ryan Condal and he gave me the story beats of Aemond’s complete journey, so to speak - maybe not the beats in-between, just to keep me on my toes, but certainly the key story beats.”

So here are some hints I think he has been giving out that might give us some insight on the direction where they’re taking his character in Season 3.

Now Aemond /Alys is a pairing that I think a lot of people are interested in seeing how it’s going to be portrayed. Here are some insights where I think the writers will go. 

Ewan references the “Heat (1995)” movie a lot and someone noticed that the main character arc in that movie mirrors Aemond where they both have a code where they can up and leave anyone in 30 seconds flat until they end up meeting someone who goes against that code .. here is the article that goes more in depth 

2. In Fire & Blood he unexpectedly returns to Harrenhal to save alys from being Sabitha Fray hostage

I do think they will include this scene in the show since they added in a scene of the Frey's explicitly telling Jace that they want harrenhal.

+ the infamous quote "It was Aemond alone who had become besotted with the Rivers woman, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of leaving her"

3. I read a post on Twitter the said Alys’s will probably be a sort of weird mother-lover hybrid to Aemond and honestly … I can definitely see that 

I’m basing this on the brothel scene with the madam + ewan constantly bringing up surrogates —He felt despair, so he found a surrogate in Vhagar, so to speak an older lady, and kind of filled that void," he continued. "But is a dragon enough, or is there something else that could maybe help him? He needs help, he's a broken boy." https://www.businessinsider.com/house-of-the-dragon-aemond-nude-scene-ewan-mitchell-mommy-issues-2024-7?amp

+ him referring to alicent as his kyropnite  + the quote “In a way, he’s just a broken boy. He needs to be fixed. Someone’s going to help him” I wonder if this is a wink wink hint ? Either way I’m including it ..

I feel like all these insights is ewan hinting that alys will be his mommy domme ;)

Prediction : I think Aemond 100% is going to be down bad for alys and I do think she is going to end up having some sort of feelings as well. I think , like Daemon, Aemond will go through a somewhat similar experience at this time at Harrenhal .. I don’t think it will be 100% visions I’m with the theory that he is essentially going to work through his psyche with Alys I’m mainly basing this off of the brothel scenes though .. it seems like the show is trying to frame Aemond as someone who is CAPABLE of expressing his feelings he just needs a strict controlled environment to be able to do so .. and by this I mean a space where he can be nutured and cuddled like a baby? hopefully no redundant vision storyline 

Moving on …..

Ewan in another article mentioned that he saw a reporter with a “Rutger Hauer T shirt on from Blade Runner and might use it as inspiration going into season 3 https://www.polygon.com/24214846/house-dragon-ewan-mitchell-interview-season-2-finale (This is so specfic though I can't help but to think that he really didn't see anyone and was just giving a hint to the fans lol)

In Blade Runner there is a character named Roy Batty who’s known for his ruthlessness and is a cold driven leader with violent tendencies, sounds familiar ? Roy’s character theme is centered around humanity and morality —“Batty is prone to emotional outbursts due to his close-to-end lifespan. He is seen going through all phases of grief before reaching acceptance.” as Roy moves closer and closer to his inevitable end , he begins to experience a range of emotions from love and sorrow to anger and ultimately acceptance of his own morality .

In Roy’s this monologue he says "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." Here, Roy is reflecting on his violent actions, realizing that everything he has experienced will ultimately fade away and be forgotten.

Prediction: I believe Aemond's story is likely to reach the same tragic conclusion, mirroring the end described in both the book and the show, where Helaena says, 'You were swallowed along the God's Eye, never to be seen again.'. This could shape his end, Aemond’s conviction in committing the 'necessary evil' of burning his brother resulted in all of his relationships with his family being fracturered. His warped view of duty and acting on his own personal ambitions lead to this. In the end, he will probably realize that all of it was meaningless and that he won’t be remembered as a 'war hero in the history books, but rather a cursed kinslayer.

In both of these movies both characters Neil from Heat (1995) and Ray from Blade Runner continue to resist or try to fight their fate up until the very end — I feel like this is much in line with how Aemond will be framed in the show , we have Daemon who based on season 2 has somewhat accepted  his fate i think it makes sense that Aemond throughout season 3 will try to resist it until eventually he comes to terms with it … in a bittersweet kind of way 

Finally to wrap this up here’s what I am expecting (hoping to see) from aemonds character arc 

Him completely disregarding duty  

Him being more emotional and erratic 

Him coming to terms with his misdeeds

Him burning shit 

[finniestoncrane]

Kissing as a distraction with ZY,YJ,Arkham,Gotham and telltale Edward (with slight elements of enemies to lovers pls)

PD:You are my personal favorite writer for the green bean

Kissing as a Distraction

Riddler Headcanons PLEASE YOU ARE TOO KIND that means so much to me ;-; ok here are some mean green beans getting smooched and distracted 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mostly fluff, some suggestive stuff, lil bit of daddy kink because i am not well

btas

he's grateful for it, and he doesn't consider it a distraction at all

just a sweet show of affection, not an interruption

he would never think of anything to be more important than you

realistically, to him, everything else is a distraction

because he'd rather spend all of his time focused on you

gotham

it was a nice try, really. admirable, but misguided

and you meant well, you didn't want him to stop infodumping

you just thought he might appreciate a brief intermission

and you certainly would, which is why you kissed him

but he just kept going, talking against you, muffled and adorable

dano

do you think kissing him mid-rant is going to distract him?

really? from the plans he's been working on for so long?

actually... they might. a touch of kindness and softness...

it's enough to make anyone reconsider mass murder

congratulations, you've averted disaster with one smooch

arkham

not that he doesn't appreciate affection now and then, of course

but this was absolutely not the time, so he's pushing you away

and scolding you probably, chewing you out for distracting him

when he was working on something far more important

the slight twitch in his pants suggests he enjoyed it though

young justice

it would definitely distract him, might even do more

like cause him to have a nervous breakdown, or heart palpitations

but he's distracted alright... he's actually not really doing anything

his eyes have glazed over too... and is he breathing?

ok quick throw a glass of water on the poor boy

zero year

it's more likely than not that you would kiss him to shut him up

a distraction from whatever horrible/rambling things he was saying

but it always does the trick, because he's quick to change priorities

if there's anything that can distract him, it's physical contact

he might suggest you amp it up if you really want his attention...

telltale

prepare for a barrage of patronising yet erotic sentiments

"aw, do you need some attention from daddy?"

"how about you come sit on my lap while i work"

"try not to distract me too much and i'll get you a treat later"

mission accomplished i guess, because he can't help himself

[dhr-ao3]

The Philosophical Conundrums of Love &amp; Hate

The Philosophical Conundrums of Love & Hate https://ift.tt/45QmrTO by cannediceicebabyy Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and Hermione find themselves at crossroads—lost, but in vastly different ways. A notorious playboy and avid party-goer, Draco Malfoy is faced with an ultimatum: either settle down and get engaged within eighteen months to inherit his family’s wealth, or forfeit it all. Hermione Granger, once celebrated as the brightest witch of her age, now finds herself buried in mundane bureaucracy at the Ministry of Magic, struggling with a sense of unfulfillment. When the opportunity for a fake-dating pact between these childhood enemies emerges, it seems like the perfect solution to both of their problems. But could pretending to be in love turn into something neither of them expected? Words: 4961, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Fake dating/relationship, Playboy Draco Malfoy, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Pansy Parkinson, Theo is a Little Shit, Muggle Culture, Veritaserum Potion, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings, feelings are hard okay?, Found Family, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Banter, Drinking Games, Loss of Virginity, Inexperienced Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Sexually Experienced Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is an Arsehole, Ron bashes himself, Quidditch Assistant Coach Draco Malfoy, Deep and Meaningful Philosophical Conversations, Muggle Movie Nights, draco and muggle things, Flirty Draco Malfoy, Snarky Draco Malfoy, charmed journals, he falls first and harder, Accidental Voyeurism, Hurt/Comfort, HEA, Getting Under Hermione’s Skin is Draco’s Favorite Hobby, Yeah There’s a Playlist, Dirty Dancing Draco, 80s Movies Galore, Accidental Self-Drugging (Not a Female Character), sex in a public space, Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring, Inappropriate Use of the Golden Snitch, yes you read that tag correctly, Legilimency, Legilimency Foreplay, arguing as foreplay, Sexual Tension, Hermione POV, Draco pov, Explicit Sexual Content, Edging, Draco Malfoy Has Trauma, Hermione Granger Has Trauma, Everyone Has Trauma, They Were In a Literal War, Anxiety Attacks, Nightmares, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, Rolled Sleeves Agenda, Does It Count As Miscommunication When It Is Actually Omission?, Writer Enjoys Putting People Through the Ringer Emotionally, So The Writer Is Granted Every Ounce of Creative Liberty, This Fic Is Fueled By Sleep Deprivation and Delusion, how many tags are too many tags, writer has adhd, Not Sure How That Is Relevant via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/2HCkUKD January 24, 2025 at 07:45AM

[fiercynn]

palestinian poets: george abraham

george abraham (they/he/هو) is a palestinian american poet, performance arist, and writer who was born and raised on unceded timucuan lands (jacksonville, FL). their debut poetry collection birthright (button poetry) won the arab american book award and the big other book award, and was a lambda literary award finalist. he is also the author of the chapbooks al youm and the specimen's apology. their collaborations include co-editing a palestinian poetry anthology with noor hindi (haymarket books, 2025), and a performance art project titled EVE with fargo nissim tbakhi. 

they are a recipient of fellowships from kundiman, the arab american national museum, the boston foundation, the national performance network, and the MAP fund, and more. their writing has appeared in poetry magazine, the nation, the american poetry review, guernica, the baffler, the paris review, mizna, and many other journals and anthologies. a graduate of swarthmore college and harvard university, they have taught at emerson college, and are currently a litowitz MFA+MA candidate in poetry at northwestern university. he is also currently executive editor of the whiting award-winning journal mizna.

you can follow them on twitter @IntifadaBatata.

IF YOU READ JUST ONE POEM BY GEORGE ABRAHAM, MAKE IT THIS ONE

OTHER POEMS ONLINE THAT I LOVE BY GEORGE ABRAHAM

Field Notes on Terror & Beginnings at poetry daily

Love Letter to the Eve of the End of the World at the margins

Of Nation, at rusted radishes: beirut literary and art journal

Searching for a Palestinian After at the nation

Stage Directions for a Representation in which Eve and Adam travel through their first checkpoint at mosaic theatre company

the ghosts of the dead sea are rising at the drift

ars poetica in which every pronoun is FREE PALESTINE at the margins

“from UNIVERSAL THEORY IN WHICH EVERY FAILED ATTEMPT AT LOVE IS A SOULMATE FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE” at fiyah literary magazine

Ode to My Swollen, Mono-Infected Spleen at brooklyn poets

The Olive Tree Speaks of Deforestation to my body at crabfat magazine

arab/queer vs. Imaginary at shade literary arts

self-portrait with second-degree sunburn at

[ summer / winter ] is the worst time to lose a [ country / lover ] at wildness

maqam of moonlight, for the wandering at the rumpus

against perturbation at the scores

apology, at cordite poetry review

i also adore this 2021 essay of abraham's at guernica magazine called teaching poetry in the palestinian apocalypse: towards a collective, lyric "i".

[hidden-poet]

I LOVE COMMANDER SNOW 😭😭😭😭

I can't wait for new updates💖💖💖 your brain works brilliantly darling

Ik it's wrong but I can't stop the lover girl in me. Do you think, with time, she will start to like him back too? Ignoring his red flags(his whole being), he's trying ok😔😔😔

Thank you so much! I'll try and amp things up a bit in the next chapter.

Girl, i totally get being in love with commander snow (me too) but i hate reading a story and within two seconds the reader is head over heals in love and they just forget the whole capital/ district thing.

She will definitely lust for him. Love him on the other hand? Girl, he has killed people from your community, and threatened you. Just WAIT until you see what he does now that he is hurt. If i don't have you grasping at your pearls, I have failed as a writer.

Love is out of the question.

Side note; Lucy-grey never loved coriolanus and Coriolanus never loved lucy-grey in Ballard of songbirds.

[graemepark]

LOUDER THAN WORDS/MANCHESTER

I’ll be taking part in the Club Culture Panel at the Louder Than Words Festival in Manchester on Friday 15th November.

For the last decade or more, Louder Than Words has prided itself on its determination to cover all corners of popular music. And that includes electronic dance music culture, with the club scene handled by the annual club culture panel, a valued part of each and every festival.

And like a DJ’s perfectly cued mix, that leads us into the 2024 panel, chaired as always by Louder’s Dr Simon A. Morrison. Simon spent his (younger) life on dancefloors around the world, from running Ministry of Sound’s Ibiza magazine for two summers to penning columns for DJ magazine including ‘Around the World in 80 Clubs’. His next book, Transatlantic Drift: The Ebb and Flow of Global Dance Culture, will be published by Reaktion in 2025.

His experiences have taken Dr Disco to clubs everywhere from Moscow to Marrakech, Brazil to Beijing… but where are we at with club culture in 2024? There was a time, after the explosions of the rave scene in the late 80s, that music lovers seemed determined to swap their amps and guitars for decks and samplers. But now – and notably with the huge impact of the Oasis reunion, and the one-person economy that is Taylor Swift – that bands and singers seems to have returned to the forefront of popular culture.

So where are people going at the weekend? Joining Simon for this annual medical for the club scene is a range of scene insiders. These include Matthew Collin, acclaimed electronic music writer, with his latest book Dream Machines: Electronic Music in Britain From Doctor Who to Acid House published this year. We'll have plenty to say on the current role of electronic instruments in the construction of contemporary popular music and more!

More panellists will be announced in due course but this is already shaping up to be a lively conversation, seeing Louder ’24 through from its opening statements to the Innside’s bar and dancefloor… all the way through Friday night and into the weekend.

[spacelesbin]

Friends, hoes, lovers, writers,,,,

Please, I am begging. How do y'all get amped to rewrite your projects? I'm on draft four of this story and genuinely it's the best it's ever ever been. 10/10 this is how the story needs to be told. It's thrilling! It's exciting! And I'm still dragging my feet and struggling to find motivation to actually write. What do y'all do?

[noisynutcrusade]

20 Aesthetic Room Ideas to Amp Up Your Design in 2023

It’s nice to have some guiding principles when taking on a project as monumental as designing a space. Maybe a few aesthetic room ideas to help you build your way to an ever-alluring vibe. As a longtime design writer and lover, I’m here to guide you on your journey with the best inspiration for 2023’s trending aesthetics. I searched high, low, and across a bevy of blogs to gather 20 design ideas…