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dnd-writes · 2 years

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Tag(s): Succubus!Yves, sex in dreams

Also, massive thanks to @floraedewrites for helping me out and providing feedback!

A lovely, quiet walk in the streets gets violently interrupted by someone running blindly. It was impressive, really, managing to bump into the only other person in the area.

“Ow, fuck. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Here, let me help you.”

You kneel down on the ground and help the guy you just bumped into to pick up the papers that got scattered on the sidewalk. He seemed like he was having a bad enough day even before this predicament, he was sweating and panting, seemed like he was in a hurry to do something or go somewhere.

As you gather the files all over the pavement, you start to notice that they had common themes. One paper had cryptic looking text, another had a picture of what seemed like a page of a book with bloody writing, and the one you just picked up had demonic looking symbols on it. None of these sparked much interest in you, all but one thing.

Everything was either printed or written on the same type of paper except for one, which caught your eye. Among the long white rectangles was a small brown piece. The tears on the side suggested it was ripped off of something, but what exactly? Picking it up, it didn’t seem like it was made of paper, it was smooth, silky, and surprisingly heavy. It was small and thin yet weighed like a book.

The tiny piece had a picture of a woman, possibly one that you could consider to be the most beautiful woman you’ve laid your eyes upon, more than any celebrity or model you’ve seen. Below it was a small piece of text that looked like it was written with a brush.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper.

Before you could read any further, the man snatches all of his belongings back in a hurry, not even caring that he crumpled them in the process. And just like that, he’s gone, scurrying off to wherever he’s head - maybe another stranger on the road. Whatever it may be, you continued off to where you were headed.

No matter how many times you told yourself that it was nothing, you can’t help but think about the little accident earlier. Why did he have all those things printed out? Was he doing research? Was he a Satanist…? Or was he just hurrying to play some Dungeons & Dragons with friends? Most of all though, what you could not get out of your head was that picture of that woman.

It was just her face but it mesmerized you so much. Her pink hair, her make-up, her features, it was ingrained into your brain. Those words as well. They were definitely not English, so what could it have meant? None of the words sounded remotely familiar to you so it co–

A fast force drives past, slamming into you and knocking the breath out of you. “Argh,” you exclaim as your rear makes contact with the pavement.

“Ah fuck, not again”

That’s twice now that someone has randomly bumped into you. Opening your eyes, you see a piece of paper floating towards you.

“HEY! You dropped… this…” Whoever it was, they’re gone.

You pick up the paper off the floor. It was the same paper you were looking at earlier but with drastic differences. The paper was fuller, the brushwork was thinner, the material was shinier, the paper was lighter, and the picture was bigger - now it was cut off right above her chest showing off her broad shoulders and her chiseled neck.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper once more.

“This could not be a coincidence” you thought. Bumping into two people who both had this paper, or at least variations of it, definitely means something was going on. Could be the wildest coincidence you’ve encountered, could be that you came across two cult members, or it could be the weirdest advertisement tactic you’ve come across. If that were the case then it was honestly working apart from the fact that you were weirded out by the situation entirely and the fact that you don’t even know what it’s really about.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” You can’t help but say the phrase over and over again like a song forever on loop in your head.

Finally arriving home, you start to feel much sleepier. It’s only 4 in the afternoon but it feels like you haven’t slept in a day, eyes droopy, body heavy, all you want to do is go to bed. Not bothering to close the door, to change clothes, or to even set-up the bed - just slamming into the pillows and dozing off. Thinking about nothing but rest… and that mysterious woman.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” One last mutter before succumbing to the weariness.

*****

Black, void, emptiness. Just a barren vacuum of nothingness in the middle of who knows where. Swimming through the vast oblivion, perpetually floating in whatever space this was. In the distance flickers a bright light, an intense heat, a luring beacon. You move towards it, drawn by its intense pull.

The more you repeat the passage, the more different the piece of paper becomes. It gets bigger, shinier, and lighter. So light that it became lighter than air. The poster floats up and up, stopping in the middle of the room. It lights ablaze and the ashes it leaves on the floor form a circle. When the last piece falls into place, the center swirls and distorts, forming a bottomless pit - a passage, a portal, to another world.

As you float closer to the light, the more it becomes clear that it was candles forming two lines. Your feet meet solid floor upon crossing the threshold of the first set of candles. The path leads towards a table with a figure situated on top. It was hunched over, its long pink hair covering its face.

A dark red hand emerges from the swirl and then another, the two grip the edges and push it outward, creating more space for what could only be itself to come through. Out comes the creature from the depths of wherever.

You tread slower as you near it, something feels off. The shade of pink was awfully familiar. Could it be? Could this be the woman that’s been on your mind lately? She looked so… elegant and peaceful like this, like an angel. Just a sheer nightgown on her body allowing you to peak at the smooth silk that is her skin.

Skin a shade of red richer than blood, wings a shade of black darker than night, horns sharper than any needle, and curves sexier than any mortal. The demon shakes and stretches, getting itself used to the world it has just entered. “It’s been so long…” it hisses.

Its face lifts, revealing the familiar face to you. Although this time, she no longer has the same deep make-up as before. She looked cuter, prettier, softer than the face that was imprinted into your mind. Her smile was pure and heavenly, it made you draw closer to her.

The demon climbs on your bed, its claws cutting through the sheets. It looks your unconscious body up and down, checking and admiring your physique. Its finger grazes against your form, your lips, your chest, and finally - your crotch.

The girl… Yves, as you finally recalled, stands up. Under her clothing was nothing but her smooth skin - petite breasts and wide hips, freely available for your eyes to gawk at. Your hands had minds of their own at this point, moving and taking off the flimsy garments she had on.

Its sharp talons carefully carelessly rip your clothes off piece by piece leaving you in the nude. Shreds of cloth scatter in the air in a flash but your body remains pristine and untouched. “Let’s see what we have here.”

Yves smiles at your dumbfoundedness. She giggles as she watches you stare at her body. Could you blame her though? Her curvy frame, her cute nipples, her pretty pussy, all displayed for you. Yves gets on the table and spreads her legs. One hand spreads apart her pussy lips while the other taunts you in.

Its hand drags across your torso, leaving marks on your skin as its claws tread on it. Just a simple touch and the sleeping giant awakens. Just mere contact was all it took for it to come alive. The monster licks its mouth before going in for its meal.

The candles shone brighter as you walked forward but none of them compared to the heat Yves was radiating. Her aura was repelling but every wriggle of her finger reels you in, it was as if she was controlling your body. Before you know it, your dick was pressed up against her.

The bed creaks and shakes as its heavy figure straddles you. It lines itself up over your stiff rod and smoothly lowers itself on you. It stays still for a moment, relishing in the warmth inside of it after being deprived of the sensation for decades. “It’s been far too long,” it growls.

Yves spreads her legs out for you, allowing you to place your arms beside her and press your body against hers. You chuckle out of nervousness, her aura was incredibly alluring and her body was beyond beautiful already, and you haven’t even gone inside her yet. Her breath was hot with passion, brushing against your nose, you could sense her need from it.

It slowly rises before slamming back down onto your lap, fucking itself with a steady pace. The bed creaks louder and louder as it gradually quickens. It rams itself with little to no care about your well-being, not paying attention to the weight it exerts on your feeble human body.

Yves wraps her limbs around you making you enter her. Her tightness was like no other, just absolutely perfect, just the right amount to match your girth. It was like her insides were made specifically for you.

It leans forward, capturing your parted lips. It pokes and prods your oral cave as it explores inside, licking your teeth, sucking on your tongue, and kissing your lips. As it indulges itself on your meat it starts getting carried away with your mouth.

Yves’ mouth tasted like heaven, so much so that you were starting to feel breathless. It was as if she was literally taking your breath away through the kiss. Your tongues clash in the middle, fighting for dominance, but it was clear she was holding back. You could taste her saliva as it sloshes back and forth in your mouths.

The more time it spends kissing you, the weaker your body becomes. It backs away as soon as it notices what was happening, not wanting to kill its first ‘victim’ right off the bat. It wants to savor you, perhaps even keep you around.

Yves pushes you off of her and you feel the life returning to your lungs. She was captivating and breathtaking, quite literally. After snapping out of a trance, you focus back to your cock inside of her. Grabbing her legs and starting to thrust.

The Eldritch fiend sits straight up, bouncing once more over you. The creaking was loud, at this point it had one goal and one goal only, to extract your seed. It doesn’t even stop to heed to your condition, it only cares for itself.

“Fuck~” Yves moans out, so soft yet powerful, so quiet yet mind-shattering. Her sweet voice filled your ears, prompting you, invigorating you to go for more. It was like an energy charging your brain, every soft moan empowering your entire body.“Fuck,” it groaned, a slight annoyance in its ‘voice’. It could feel it growing near, a twisted smile creeping up on its unnatural face. A look of lust, a look of greed, a look of hunger. It wanted this, needed this even. Its speed mirrored its starvation.

You pulled your bodies close together the faster you went. Eventually Yves lays flat on her back and soon enough you were parallel to her. She wasn’t even doing anything special but her stare burned right through you, made your heart beat more, made you dumbfounded. She giggles at you once more before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss.

With another huff and another puff it feels your load erupting out. It continues to bounce, milking your balls, draining every last drop. As it feels no more coming out, it gets off of you. It lets out a long sigh of relief, a grateful smile along its face.

Yves’ mouth tasted incredibly satisfactory, her saliva intoxicating you like no other drink in existence. You couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of her. You tried to break free from her hold to tell her of your orgasm but she held you down even harder, even wrapping her legs around your waist. It was like she sensed it nearing. You hilt, pumping your entire load while making out with her. As you finished, you felt weak.

It was happy but it was yet to be satisfied. “More, more, MORE!” it roared. It climbs back onto the bed but this time only halfway. Just a mere touch was enough to bring the sleepy monster back to life. It marveled at the sight of you getting hard again, even more now that it sees it up close. It takes a good whiff of you before taking it into its mouth.

Your eyes black out and next thing you know you are back in your bed, exhausted and sweaty. You stare into the ceiling, your body hot and heavy. It took a while for the reality of everything to sink in as your ears began to pick up the low, subtle wet noises emanating from beneath you.

You look lower and see a being of unimaginable horror calmly sucking you off. You flinch and begin to pull yourself away but the pleasure anchors you to the spot. From dreadful fear to questionable curiosity, with a mere wink it charms you into submission. Despite its dastardly horrific face, you felt a sense of attraction to it.

With a flick of its wrist its body alters, the blood-tainted skin turning to a shade of light skin, the wings retracting into its back, and the face transforms to someone that you recognized. She plops out your rod from her mouth and replaces it with her hand. “Hey there~”

“H-Hi… Yves…” you croak out, a hint of gentle nervousness overpowering the previous panic that pondered you. Your cock twitches even harder upon seeing her face, the demonic look makes you think for a moment but this majestic woman makes your heart and dick lust like no other.

“Thanks for breaking me out of there, Hell wasn’t that bad, it was mostly boring really. No dicks, no men, no cum - I got hungry and weak. But thanks to you~ I’m free.”

You look puzzled for a moment before realizing that she was referring to the chant that you recited over and over again.

“And for the record, it’s pronounced Yves not Yves, ok? Nonetheless, I’m able to wander the Living Realm once more, feasting on the lust of every man on this Earth starting with you, my little savior.”

You smile and then gulp, your knowledge of succubi comes rushing to your head. If it were true then that means that she would keep fucking you until you were completely dry and weak, maybe even resulting in your death. But that doesn’t sound like the worst way to go, if you could spend your last waking moments non-stop fucking this bombshell, you would certainly take up the offer.

“You know what? Since you ever so kindly broke me out of my boring little prison, how about we strike a deal? In exchange for not killing you and milking your body completely dry, how about I become your little fuck buddy instead? Hmm? How does that sound?”

You try to speak but the uncontrollable pressure is starting to get the better of you. Yves lowers herself and deepthroats your entire length effortlessly, with just simple humming you unload in her mouth.

“Ahh~~~ I’ll take that as a yes. When you’re done with your boring human work and I’m done feeding off of the souls of the living, then we can fuck and fuck and fuck as long as you want. I am a sex demon after all, you could fulfill your wildest dreams with either me or anyone you want.”

You were at a loss for words, only managing to give her weak nods of approval. You lay there on the bed lifeless and unmoving, your whole body limping and exhausted, your erection dying down.

“Aw, you poor thing,” she says. With a simple touch of her fingers your whole body comes alive, filled with an ungodly surge of strength but deep down you could still feel residue of the exhaustion. It was like adrenaline coursed through your body, all thanks to a mere touch by the seductress.

You shoot up from the bed, fueled by the unholy power flowing in your body. Yves catches you in her arms and making eye contact with her brings you back to the ground. As much as your cock twitched with lust and hunger, your heart melted at her gaze. You weren’t just horny, you seemed to be… in love. Whether it was genuine or fabricated, you don’t know, nor did you really care.

Yves made the first move, giving you a quick peck on the lips making you snap out of another trance. You dive right in and she quickly reciprocates, storming up a heated make-out session out of nowhere. Her mouth tasted sweeter and more savory than you remembered from your dream, with a hint of slight saltiness here and there.

You two crashed into the bed and started rolling around, fighting for the top spot just as much as your tongues fought for dominance. The dance comes to an end with you on top and your tongue inside Yves. It was a tough battle but it seemed like she let you win.

While your tongue intruded her oral cavity, your hands roamed her body, finally able to feel her up for real this time. Yves’ skin was soft and smooth like silk, it was joyful enough just gliding your hands across it. Your fingers quickly find refuge atop her perky chest, hardened nipples that acted like beacons of want.

Your hands make quick work and tend to her chest, not wasting time and immediately playing around with them. You twisted, you pinched, you groped her breasts as you didn’t hold back at all. Yves’ moans vibrated into your mouth and it only made you lust for her more. No more of this slow and sensual nonsense, you wanted her and you wanted her now.

As you broke off the kiss Yves bit her lower lip, a smirk on her face as if she knew what was on your mind - you wouldn’t really be surprised if she did. She quickly flipped herself and got on all fours, her butt stuck out towards you just like you wanted - seems like that confirmed your suspicions.

You’ve given the rest of her body so much attention that you haven’t had time to give some to her ass. You took a moment to marvel at it, its beauty unparalleled just like the rest of her. So soft yet so firm, her ass was simply perfect. Just the right size and shape to your liking.

You gave it a few good slaps, each hit earning a sultry yelp from Yves. You couldn't see her face but you could tell she was biting her lips. One more good smack sends her thighs jiggling in response, now it was finally time. Her clenched asshole surely looked inviting but you’d save that for another time, today you’re aiming for her snatch.

You grabbed a cheek in each hand, so full, so juicy. But no more time to ogle, you were hungry and impatient. You thrusted forward, your entire length smoothly slipping inside. Yves moaned out, sounding so heavenly and fulfilling, while you were left speechless. So tight, so warm, so wet, so inviting, you never wanted to leave.

Pulling out, you felt emptiness, slamming back in you felt fulfillment. You did it for a second time, a third, a fourth, over time your speed picked up, the sound of skin hitting skin echoed in your small room. Every time you left, it was like she was calling you to fill it back in.

You kept your grip firm and your pace fast, trying to keep your mind focused and your eyes open. Just everything about Yves was mind-breakingly amazing, everything inside and outside of her, it was actually hard for you to keep up.

You slid your hands up her body, she felt so magical, so majestic. Perhaps it was how soft it felt, so unnatural, so… otherworldly. You were sweating already from all the work you were doing and yet Yves remained perfectly dry save for the sweet sap seeping out of her slit.

Yves lowers herself as you move up higher across her torso, allowing you to penetrate harder and deeper into her. You cupped her chest, anchoring yourself to her as you thrust your hips with such force.

“Mmm… Fuck, Ngggh~” Her inebriating voice once again fills your mind, making it go haywire, sending you over the edge. You slow your hips until it stops skin to skin with Yves, your cock twitching inside of her as you shoot your third load inside of her.

You roll over onto your back, completely drained and exhausted. Yves in turn gets off the bed. “That was fun!” she remarks, her body still lively and energetic meanwhile you pant for air like you just ran for miles. “I’d love to go for more but I don’t think your body can handle it, don’t want you to die now would we? While dying from too much sex sounds great, it’s better to have sex all the time.”

As she says that, you could feel the demonic adrenaline washing out of your body. You suddenly felt the fatigue brought upon by all the activities performed to and by your body within the last couple of hours.

Yves didn’t need to be an all-powerful demon to sense that. She climbs back into bed with you, wrapping an arm across you as she snuggles her head on your chest. She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before closing her eyes, a bright smile on her face. “Goodnight,” she cutely says.

With all the uncertainties you had about demons and succubi, you were certain sleep was something they didn’t need and yet here she was, snoring away. Once again she made your heart beat like crazy, but this time not from lust, not from adrenaline, but from love. It was odd for sure yet you were sure you felt it at this moment.

“Goodnight, Yves.”

At the end of the day, you two snuggle over ruined sheets. A demon for a fuck buddy, what are the chances? You were lucky to have stumbled upon her and likewise she was lucky to have you, truly a match made in hell.

-The End-

#kpop smut #loona smut #yves smut #kpop #loona #yves

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dndwrites · 2 years

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Tags: Succubus!Yves; sex in dreams

A lovely, quiet walk in the streets gets violently interrupted by someone running blindly. It was impressive, really, managing to bump into the only other person in the area.

“Ow, fuck. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Here, let me help you.”

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper.

A fast force drives past, slamming into you and knocking the breath out of you. “Argh,” you exclaim as your rear makes contact with the pavement.

“Ah fuck, not again”

That’s twice now that someone has randomly bumped into you. Opening your eyes, you see a piece of paper floating towards you.

“HEY! You dropped… this…” Whoever it was, they’re gone.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper once more.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” You can’t help but say the phrase over and over again like a song forever on loop in your head.

“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” One last mutter before succumbing to the weariness.

*****

“Thanks for breaking me out of there, Hell wasn’t that bad, it was mostly boring really. No dicks, no men, no cum - I got hungry and weak. But thanks to you~ I’m free.”

You look puzzled for a moment before realizing that she was referring to the chant that you recited over and over again.

You were at a loss for words, only managing to give her weak nods of approval. You lay there on the bed lifeless and unmoving, your whole body limping and exhausted, your erection dying down.

“Goodnight, Yves.”

-The End-

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ruiniel · 7 months

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Writing and writtering

Tagged by @effervescentdragon, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

406k

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All them Castlevania series, Tolkien

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Castlevania: reader prompts

Another way

Môr

Prickly thorns, tender roses

Guide me

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to respond to all comments, nowadays not responding means I love them in silence but likely overwhelmed.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's a tie between Circles , Brittle And Brief , and Whither you go

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Past and Forever

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not as of yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Emotional&Explicit is my flavor

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hmm technically, if The Silmarillion/The Lord of The Rings counts?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

One's in progress, or should I say a friend and I are writing the same fic with different endings.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Argh, tough to choose!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Still hoping to one day finish the ones that are up on ao3, slowly...

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, I have the most fun with deep third-person point of view.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Need more planning up in here

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I tackle it sometimes! It's fun trying to write it in a way that doesn't require a footnote (unavoidable in some cases though)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Lord of The Rings!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Having the most fun with Beyond this place of wrath and tears right now

0 pressure tag: @hirazuki @cilil @melestasflight @yuzukimist @herinke and anyone else who feels like it!

#tumblr games #ruiniel:fanfiction

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drivingsideways · 7 months

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Twenty Questions

@rosyfingered-moon thanks for the tag! :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62 ! :O

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

853,262

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly tv. Actively, right now, none. Since 2018, it's been cdrama or kdrama, but I've written for Western shows previously.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

4 of the 5 are for The King: Eternal Monarch and 1 is for Beyond Evil.

Algebra (credit mostly goes to co writer @haraxvati for all the heavy lifting) - TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon in the realest fake arranged marriage ever

A Soul Divided- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon in which Gon is a total failboat at pretending to be a normal citizen, but guess what, so is Captain Jo Yeong.

Destiny's Child- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Lee Gon, or the Lee Gon Liberation Manifesto

Before You Came- TKEM, Jo Yeong/ Kang Sin jae, in which Kang Sin jae falls for a man who wants to be ravished by God but the dude ends up crossing the space time continuum for someone else entirely. Love works in mysterious ways etc.

Cat Whisperer - Beyond Evil, Han Joo won/Lee Dong sik. What it says on the tin, really. Dong sik ruminates on the acquiring and care of feral felines.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I respond to all comments, even if it's just a one liner or a key smash. If someone's taken the time to read and enjoy and engage with my work, I want to acknowledge that- and sometimes you make friends through AO3 comment space ! :')

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I have several fics which end on a bittersweet note, but none that I think are completely without hope? Deer Heart is probably one of the most emotionally violent fics I've written, but even that one ends on a hopeful note (at least I see it that way.)

A main character dies in the last instalment of The Stars 'verse, but someone bookmarked it with the comment " the hurt no comfort tag is propaganda bc this does hurt yes but there IS comfort and thats because there is love :') " which was honestly a comment that made * me * tear up ! :')

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HUGE fan of cloyingly sweet endings for my blorbos, but I do think I end up in the bittersweet column most times? But I guess "Instructions for Dancing" may be literally the fluffiest thing I've ever written.

Do you get hate on fics?

No- I think an occasional comment that made me go ???? because the reader apparently wanted something different when they clicked on my fic, but no real hate, thankfully. I've been blessed with really sweet commenters for most part!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Not sure what is implied by "what kind" here- hopefully hot (but also revealing something about the characters and the relationship?!) ? :)) Tbh, smut is not my wheelhouse, and I always find the process of writing it nerve wracking.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

It's not something that I find interesting to read or write usually. I have one unfinished and unpublished Black Sails/ Supernatural crossover that I think was a brilliant idea but I ran out of steam.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I love all my ships intensely, so it's hard to choose! Even if I'm not thinking about them on a daily basis or writing for them or reading fic about them, each of them has a piece of my heart.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Argh, don't ask me this! There are so many, so many. But in specific, there's a Black Sails au that I really wanted to write and have written maybe 15k of AN OUTLINE for, but yeah, never finishing that.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm generally able to deliver an emotional punch very well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh dear. Everything? And I think that's fine- all craft is practice and discipline and I hope I will get better at "everything" as I write more and hopefully more thoughtfully than I have in the past.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think there's only one fic in which I've used complete dialogue in multiple languages (with Google Translate as my guide, SORRY). But I'm pretty cool with the idea of it and I enjoy reading fics that have multiple language dialogues as well.

First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it was Supernatural , and was left unfinished- I have since deleted it.

Favorite fic you've written?

This keeps changing, and there's things I love and hate in all my fics, but I guess a drivingsideways "starter pack" should have Destiny's Child in it, and the last fic I wrote "Juche" turned out pretty well, I GUESS.

@cupofteaandstars @elderflowergin @haraxvati @sadviper if you want to! :D

#writing things

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noipsaskblog · 4 months

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Hi!!! Welcome!!!

Hello everyone!! I'm No One In Particular, but you can call me Noip if you wish!!

Although, I like having nicknames, so feel free to suggest some, hehe!!

Anyways, who am I??????

I'm just a monochrome child living in his room, and recently found this place called 'Tumblr'! I found a lot of cool people and thought I'd join them here!

I like having friends, exploring alternate universes, drawing and reading, and also sleeping!!

My Best Friend is known as Monochild!! She isn't here yet... But I might be able to convince her to join at some point!! Same with my other friends too!!

But what I do NOT like is fear, boredom, and...

Loneliness...

So... I would love to become friends with you all!! :D

Why is your name 'No One In Particular'?

That isn't my name!! I am literally 'No One In Particular'!! I don't know why, but... I don't seem to have an identity! I'm just... 'no one in particular'!

That's why everyone calls me Noip! Makes it a lot easier.

Are you sure you aren't known as anything else?

Oh, well... I guess I am known as the 'Traveler of Worlds' and 'Teller of Legends', but more commonly...

..."That Kid."

What do you look like?

Oh!!! I'll get a photo soon!!!

I look really cute, I like to thinkl!!

Argh, almost time to go!! Sorry, I bid you all adieu!!

Someone else will take over!! He's really smart, but also kinda strange...

...

Hello?

Oh, perfect. It's working.

So, uh, hey.

The rest of this part is OOC. That is, No One In Particular is no longer talking.

If you couldn't tell, this is a roleplay ask blog. Hope you like the story I set up so far.

I'm @cicada-wisp. The owner of No One In Particular's story and all the characters.

His tale takes elements from OMORI, UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE, and a little bit of Yume Nikki.

Originally the story was very different. But then it was forgotten.

It's been remade now. This is it. I hope it's good.

...

Oh, right, actually important things.

So, tag list:

#NoipAsk - Someone asked Noip something and he replied.

#Story - A part of the story was revealed.

#OOC - An out-of-character post.

#NoOneInParticular - Something relating to Noip. Also known as a character tag.

#MonoChild - Something relating to MonoChild. Also known as a character tag.

#art - Art. Do not expect many updates from this tag, sorry!

#writing - Writing! This'll probably be more common than the art tag.

General Notes:

Other character blogs and such are free to interreact as well! As Noip said, he loves having friends!

If responses are slow then sorry... I don't mean to ignore anyone!

Please, please interact with Noip. He's.

So.

Alone.

#No One In Particular #Noip #ask #ask blog #asks are open #oc ask blog #undertale #omori #yume nikki #Story #ooc #Monochild

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ambreiiigns · 2 months

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Ok wait. Yes tell me what episodes are good and everything else you said in the tags, but does rick and morty have lore? I thought it was episodic?

ok first Yes there's lore. there's like. the backdrop premise of rick having just came back into his daughter's life after being absent since she was a child for undisclosed reasons but it is a big part of beth's characterization and why he gets away w all the shit he gets away with. but there's also Lore that ties w rick's crybaby backstory™ and like the universe in general is probably more. Complicated? Expanded? than you'd think? bc yea it SHOULD be episodic and self contained but the team is at war w that concept since s2 if not s1 already. it's why i'm annoyed at people complaining abt the random filler episodes in s7 like girl that's the Normal Episodes. the Lore Heavy Episodes are the little special treat for you not the standard?? it's a sitcom unfort.

so. maybe still my favorite episode is STILL from s1 ep8. rixty minutes aka interdimensional cable ONE!!! let me set the scene. a few episodes earlier morty's school was doing prom and he asked rick to make him a love potion to get the girl he has a crush on to go to prom w him. rick fucks up SEVERELY bc his nihilistic scientist brain didn't understand love (??? i mean we know he Does. but it was s1) and he accidentally turns everyone first into morty stans who wont him desperately and then into straight up Monsters. he can't figure out how to fix it so what he does instead is move morty and himself into a new dimension where the incident had also happened but that dimension's rick had fixed the problem And gotten himself and morty killed accidentally. so they swoop in and dig a grave for Themselves and take those rick and morty's place. for rick it's Nothing it's Normal he's been doing this a while he's closely aware of the many dimensions and many versions of himself etc in fact it becomes a Huge plotpoint soon. but morty's still new to this and having to? handle his dead body? and put it in the ground? and take its place like nothing happened? that's tough for him! baby's traumatized. rip

but everything's been self contained enough so far that you sort of dismiss it right. then two episodes later interdimensional cable happens. aka rick fucks around w their tv to hook it up to. interdimensional. cable. so they can watch stuff from every other reality out there (whoa!) and as they binge they bump into jerry being interviewed on some late night show and they're like HUH???? THERE'S A VERSION OF REALITY OUT THERE WHERE JERRY'S RICH AND FAMOUS???? so now beth and summer are also wondering what They're up to in other realities and rick gives them some goggles that let you see what different versions of you are doing. rick himself and morty are the only ones who don't care and just keep watching silly tv having a laff. in the meanwhile summer complains that every version of her is doing nothing cool while her parents are hitting the jackpot and beth offhandedly mentions that "if we accomplished our dreams it probably means you were never born" which is obviously HORRIBLE TO HEAR so summer being an angsty dramatic teen wants to Run Away From Home and beth and jerry start fighting abt how you ruined my life and all. morty smells blood in the water so he goes upstairs to cheer up summer and she's like. they had you on purpose as a symptom of their problems you're not the Cause of their problems you can't make me feel better. so morty points out his and rick's graves in the yard outside the window and tells her he's not even her real brother he's as much of an incident as she is rn and now that he eats breakfast a few feet away from his corpse he knows better than most how meaningless all of this is anyway. and he tells her. something that still brings tears to my eyes. he goes "nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. come watch tv?"

ARGH! HE'S JUST A 14 YEAR OLD BOY WITH AN INSANE MAD SCIENTIST GRANDPA WHO'S BEEN DRAGGING HIM ON FUCKED UP ELDRITCH SPACE ADVENTURES THAT HAVE BEEN SHATTERING HIS INNOCENCE AND UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE! AND NOW HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH TV WITH HIS SISTER! it kills me it's so humane and childish and it was REALLY gutting to me. cause i didn't expect a callback at that point. i didn't expect the trauma to impact the characters. it was completely out of left field and it made me say oh. so this is good. so this is actually worth watching.

#other good episodes.... anytime birdperson or evil morty show up it's GOOD. rick backstory episodes are also good #the simulation episode is good. the citadel introduction episode is good and Formative. s2 e1 good. the parasites episode is good #tiny rick is GREAT the vindicators is GREAT the jerry adventure is GREAT the goopy episode is GREAT the beth clone stuff is ALWAYS GOOD #the toilet episode.... THE DRAGON EPISODE the decoy family episodes omg. the pissmaster episode makes you cry. nah i'm going insane #YES i was looking at a list of episodes and reminiscing. it's GOOD RICK AND MORTY IS GOOD GUYS #somebody ask me abt other episodes or abt rick crybaby backstory GO #ask

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astrabear · 1 year

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Various thoughts on kudos/reader engagement, which are unlikely to be of interest to anyone but me -

Like many people who are writers and/or tumblr users, I love me some external validation. At the same time, I'm pretty confident in a lot of my skills. So my issue isn't so much "oh no, people don't like my work, I must be terrible" as it is "argh, this is so frustrating, my stuff is good, why won't people recognize that?"

And in fact, looking at my Ao3 numbers, my ratios are very good. A significant percentage of the people who read leave kudos, and a fair number of the people who leave kudos leave comments. The people who read my fics like my fics. It's just that, relative to the other writers I know, very few people read them. I'm seeing responses to my poll saying that "this has a lot of kudos" means 500+ or even 1000+ kudos. I only have two fics that have over a thousand hits. Half my fics don't even have 500 hits. It's an entirely different world.

Like I said, I'm pretty secure in the quality of what I write. And I've come up with explanations that make sense to me for why I have such a small readership (I don't often write the most popular ship; I usually write short, single-chapter fics; I don't generally write things that give readers happy and/or horny feelings; and I didn't start writing until a lot of readers stopped following the tag and just relied on subscriptions and word of mouth. If I'd started in the earlier days of the fandom, when more readers were checking the main tag and also more readers were interested in a wider variety of content, it probably would have looked very different.) Most of the time I'm ok with this. I write boutique fic for a select audience. There's nothing wrong with that.

But it throws me off a bit when I see just how different some other people's expectations are, even within the same fandom. Like I'll see people reblog posts about how you should write for yourself, not care about kudos, etc etc, and I'll think "that's easy for you to say, you're extremely popular" and then apparently they don't think they're extremely popular, because their idea of what "popular" means is orders of magnitude larger than mine. And then the brain weasels creep in and say things like "maybe you aren't writing boutique fic for a select audience. Maybe it's just that no one gives a shit about your fic and you just make yourself look foolish by pretending you have any significance in this fandom" and I have to go read comments until they go away.

#life of a writer #it is actually ok to want praise and recognition for things you've worked hard on #and also no one owes it to you and it shouldn't be your primary motivation #it's kind of like when I brought my very nice homemade lentil salad to a work potluck #and hardly anyone touched it #but the cheap crappy delivery pizza was entirely gone #there are valid reasons for it #but one wants to feel appreciated

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hklnvgl · 1 year

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(tagged by the lovely @ailec-12 ✨)

I posted 1,471 times in 2022

48 posts created (3%)

1,423 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@flitwickslittlebrotha

@charactershoesfic

@werewolffeelings

@bloody-wonder

@grrrrrr-argh

I tagged 884 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#trc - 243 posts

#tdt - 206 posts

#mdzs - 111 posts

#pynch - 79 posts

#d - 54 posts

#aftg - 32 posts

#greywaren spoilers - 32 posts

#fic - 17 posts

#greywaren - 15 posts

#ask - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i also want to check the country of others by leïla slamani out from my library so whenever i do that i'm pushing it to the top of my list

My Top Posts in 2022:

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

i was tagged by both @flitwickslittlebrotha and @kelliealtogether thanks!!! 💕

the real hawk: Ronan knocked, and then knocked again with more force.

est quaedam flere voluptas: On some hidden level, Adam wanted to be the kind of person to effortlessly enjoy parties.

Yiling’s apples: There were plenty of homeless people in Yiling.

overflowing: Sirius regretted many things.

little dolls for sale: It wasn’t the first time Ronan had thought about it.

enormous are the groves: Adam poured himself out of his car, barely pausing to close the door after him.

into silence: It was Blue, Gansey and Henry’s fourth going-away party.

the plum tree flower: Adam inhaled deeply when he got the door open.

arm as a pillow: Declan didn’t technically live with Jordan.

stars parting: The nightmare wasn’t special.

all in all i'm pretty happy with these first lines! so much that some of them doubled as summaries 🙃 i'm not sure who's been tagged already so i'm just gonna tag @of-stars-and-moon @ailec-12 @parakeatswrites and you guys can ignore me if you've done it already 💛

10 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

ages ago (i'm super late sorry 🙃) @andrea-lyn tagged me to do this! 💛 (thank you lovely!!)

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2021. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

when the world is one color (pynch, 2k). so this is the first of the many one shots i managed to write and post last year and i'm very happy with how it turned out! aka how to combat being cold with hugs (missing scene, post-trk, pre-epilogue)

but for their voices (pynch, 5k). this was very exciting to write bc it was fun to explore adam's thought process in this cdth-inspired au. aka adam is not unkowable if you stare at him long enough (different meeting au, college)

a persimmon (pynch, 1k). oh dear i struggled so hard to finish this little piece bc there were many different things i wanted to include, but i'm quite happy with the result! aka adam panics bc he's horny (missing scene during ch. 39 of trk)

the puppeteer (pynch, 3k). i made myself cry while writing this one. aka once upon a dream (sickfic, mi-adjacent)

yiling’s apples (mdzs, 2k). i've fallen hard for their story so i had to write something for it. aka why does everything important happen in yiling (pov outsider, gen)

tagging @ailec-12 @of-stars-and-moon @cheeeryos @behindtheatlantic @parrished @catboyadamparrish @flightspathfic @kelliealtogether @parakeatswrites 💛💛

12 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

back in march (😅😅) the lovely @ailec-12 tagged me in this game! i'm super late but 🤷‍♀️

rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

Last Song: can't remember as usual 🙃

Last TV Show: twenty-five twenty-one (yes it's destroyed me thanks! 🥺)

Currently Watching: crash landing on you (it's a rewatch!)

Currently Reading: you are not like other mothers by angelika schrobsdorff and i'm listening to beloved by toni morrison's audiobook

tagging @ive-garden @creativefiend19 @kelliealtogether @of-stars-and-moon @parrished @sleepy-skittles @purgatorybfs @catboynecromancy @cheeeryos 💛

12 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

Describe yourself with ONLY pictures you have! You cannot download or search new pictures.

i was tagged by @parakeatswrites @kelliealtogether and @behindtheatlantic 💕💕💕

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

writing prompts 💖

it's been a hot minute since i last opened prompts and i don't really have lots of time in my hands to write but i think having little things to serve as inspiration is exactly what i need to get back to my usual writing rythm! so. please send me a pairing and a prompt and i'll write a little one-shot 💕 (i'm mainly in the mood for writing pynch and wangxian but if you wished to see any other pairing just send it my way and i'll see if i can write something for it!)

thanks @ailec-12 for helping me compile this lovely list of prompts! 💛

50 Angsty Questions Prompt List

more questions

dialogue ideas

kiss prompts

more kisses

100 dialogue prompts

bad things happen bingo

minifics

anon asks are of course welcome as well! 🥰 thank you!

14 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#oh wow #d #that was fun #lol i'd thought i'd been less around here #guess not lol

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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hotwaterandmilk · 2 years

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Asamiya Kia's first artbook in 20+ years hit shelves this week and for once my copy arrived fairly quickly. Titlted Réunion, this book covers the artist's entire manga career from well known 90s titles like Silent Möbius and Nadesico right through to his more recent efforts like JUNK and Kanojo no Carrera. If you're looking for any of his anime art you won't find it here, this is exclusively for his printed media (and you can find his older anime work released under his actual name, Kikuchi Michitaka, in older artbooks like “The Next Generation”). If you're a fan of his manga however, you're in for a treat as this is a fairly comprehensive release.

Now when I say "if you're a fan of his manga" that really is loaded, isn't it? Look I'll level with you, Asamiya's manga art has changed significantly over the years to the point where his early works like Saimebi and Vagrants look vastly different to Corrector Yui and Spe-Ope! He was also an early adopter of digital processes in the 90s and more recently increased his use of reference photos in his doujinshi releases too (like, to an obvious degree). All of which impacts how his work has evolved over time.

To put it simply, there's 288 pages of art in here and depending on which works of his you like, you’re either going to see the 4400 yen price tag as a bargain for all the great art from series you love or a rip off for all the mediocre art from series you don't care about. I'd have to say I sit probably between the two, while I'm not a huge fan of the way Asamiya's art has evolved he did still help create some of my favourite series. So while a lot of his recent work just isn't for me, I was satisfied with the amount of early artwork here that did tick my boxes.

Anyway, good things about this art book:

A shitload of pictures. Like there is PLENTY of art here which makes it heavy to ship but worth it if you’re keen on having a lot of his art in one place.

The book covers most major releases (manga, DVDs) from each title, including more recent ones (so you have original 90s book art from Compiler but you also have the cover Asamiya drew for the 00s DVD release of the series).

Quality paper, quality printing -- honestly the work looks good.

Comments from Asamiya for each illustration that give you an idea on the background behind each pic (like when he was first testing out effects in early Photoshop or what inspired a particular pose). It gives you some insight which is nice.

There are some rare pieces of art represented here that you won’t find in good quality anywhere else (the Kiddy half-naked in jeans pic, for example, has never been published in quality like this before).

Bad things about this art book:

Not nearly as comprehensive as it could have been. Don’t get me wrong I like that Saimebi QD is included here (for posterity if nothing else) but the section on the original series is rather lacking. Off the top of my head there’s no Saimebi bunkobon covers included, no kanzenban covers included, no DVD covers included, etc. This goes for most of the bigger series featured in this book (Kanojo no Carerra doesn’t have a fraction of its overall art here). I’d honestly have preferred they split this into two books to give the bigger titles more representation because argh, we could have had it all!

Far too many lovely pictures ruined by being placed across the spine. Why do publishers insist on doing this? There’s some incredible art for series like Corrector Yui and ALL the Dark Angel manga covers that are spread across two pages to their absolute detriment. Hate this practice (see above in the pics for a gorgeous Saimebi spread that’s ruined by this placement).

There is some overlap between older pics from art books GAIA and VENUS, but there’s also a lot missing from this era. Again, points off in terms of comprehensiveness. (But I do have to say the quality of this book remains vastly superior to the old ones.)

Overall though look I’m very happy I purchased this to get what I got. The pictures from series I like look amazing and even the ones I don’t care about as much are nicely represented. My gripes are really just wistful desires for more of what we have and better organisation, none of which are exclusive to this release.

So my advice is that if you like Asamiya and want to own a collection that covers all his major manga releases, get this book.

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circular-time · 2 years

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Being a Thasmin fan is weird for me right now:

Quietly content yet sad Doctor Who has FINALLY given me an onscreen queer ship with a female companion after 30+ years. I first started wanting one with Ace's "girlfriends of the week" in the 80s. Yes, Bill getting to die happily ever after with puddle girl was gratifying, but it was tangled up with Bury Your Gays and another Black companion getting killed and cybered, not to mention 2 different episodes where Bill is the shooter/shootee. (And maybe it didn't feel as real since we never got to know Heather; an offscreen ship doesn't pack the same punch.)

But I'm glad that the Doctor is not mooning after a human, or at least is the last person in the universe to realize it. Because while it makes perfect sense to get a crush on the Doctor, the Doctor is a several-thousand year entity with all those other Doctors inside, many of whom I can't imagine falling for most short-lived companions. Except that the Doctor is as silly in their own way as the Master, having been irrationally hooked on Earth for millennia — why? Is it a kink? Are they drawn to humans like flames to a moth?

I'm feeling less annoyed than I should be that, once again, we're given tiny scraps of representation and expected to be satisfied. But see 2 above: it makes sense in story that Thirteen is oblivious. (Which still feels to me less assholic than Ten's treatment of Martha, because Thirteen never treats Yaz as second-best to anybody.)

I'm still frustrated that Chibnall is so bad at writing female friendship that he separated Yaz and the Doctor so we almost never saw them as a team in S13, which should have been their Dynamic Duo season. And even when together, they act like uncommunicative guys when it comes to sharing what's going on inside. Or even with themselves. So a male character has to step in as unpaid therapist to tell them how they feel. (I started noticing this in S12, when Graham and Ryan often acted as proxies to voice feelings Yaz and the Doc weren't expressing, until finally Jack showed up and did it too. Heck, even the Master played sadistic psychotherapist. )

I'm pleased the actors understand and are onboard the good ship Thasmin. Jodie and Mandip know part of this is because fans are exaggerating and projecting their real life friendship onto their characters. Which could feel a little weird, you know, like it's got a slight whiff of RPF? But they get it.

I'm enjoying all the warm fuzzy Thasmin fanart while having to stop myself from making "Of course we know this ain't gonna happen/is going to crash and burn by November" pessimistic comments/tags. Whence this post.

Not that we 100% Know… There could be another time jump! But I can't imagine Chibnall being that generous.

But on the other hand I really love well-written, true-to-character angst. This feels like it's going to be right up my alley. IE I am going to bawl buckets.

Dang, Jodie and Mandip are hot. I am looking respectfully.

KISS HER ALREADY, DOC.

Adddendum: Argh I never did finish those Thasmin fics I started before it became canon!

#thinky thoughts #thasmin #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan

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justreadingfics · 4 years

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It’s a Deal -Ch. 13

Chapter Summary: Old memories come back to you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: angsty internal thoughts, no Bucky this chapter.

A/N: Here it is. I’m sorry I ended up not reblogging all the comments on last chapter before I post this one, but I’ve read and cherish them all, please don’t doubt that. Thank you, incredible Suz, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer you’re a Queen around here. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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You bet that if you told anyone about the scene playing out in your apartment right now, people would scoff their asses off at your face: Saturday afternoon, your living room, the Leader of the Avengers Tech Team, the Director of SHIELD – probably the most powerful organization in the world- and one of the scariest, if not the scariest spy to ever walk on earth. All three of you sitting on your carpet, barefeet, wearing tops and tiny shorts due the heat brought by the bright sun slipping through your windows. A big bowl of popcorn in the center and innumerous chocolate bars everywhere.

Those afternoons with the three of you are a rare event. First, you had your relationship with Eddie to blame, but now it’s mainly due to your work schedules that almost never are in sync, but whenever there’s an opportunity, there you are.

Your phone's message alerts ringing together bursts into the conversation and the three of you grab your devices simultaneously. You were dreading to see what it was, sure it was something from work, but a huge smile widens in your lips at what you see on your screen.

“Jesus…” Nat says, while, laughing, you three turn the screens to one another, confirming you have received the same message. “Bucky’s a lost cause with that cat. That’s the millionth picture I received of her this week. And she’s always doing something extremely exciting like… sleeping.” She rolls her eyes.

“But we have to admit that little asshole is kinda cute,” Sharon comments looking back at her screen and the picture of the, indeed, sleeping cat.

“She is, right?” You agree, with a huge smile on your face. You and Alpine may have had a somewhat rough start, but you can’t help but admit she’s an adorable little jerk who’s just very protective of her human.

“By the way,” Natasha smirks at you, putting her phone back on her pocket, “I had no idea that was what he meant when he said he would romance the shit out of you.”

“It suits perfectly, though,” Sharon comments, shaking her head and laughing with her.

“It does. Shame on me, I should’ve known better.” Nat agrees.

“He said that?” You ask with peaked interest you try to disguise in the quietness of your tone while you bite the corner of your lips.

The curiosity in the information doesn’t go unnoticed by them, who just snicker at each other. You decide to ignore that.

“The dude is smitten, Y/N, wake the fuck up.” Natasha not so gently throws a popcorn right on your face.

“Hey,” you whine.

“And so is she, giving that little dreamy look on her face. Wake the fuck up indeed.” Sharon sides with Nat with a huff.

“I’ve created two monsters…” Nat comments like you weren’t even in the room, referring to the fact she is the one who brought you two together.

“It’s not like that…” You barge in their little interaction, catching their attention, before folding your legs up and holding your knees, “I mean… yeah, of course… I can’t help having feelings for Bucky, I mean… he’s…” you pause, searching for the right words to describe him, “He’s Bucky.” You shrug… a small smile curling your lips, “He’s Bucky…” you repeat with a sigh while your gaze wanders away…

It’s just you don’t really need anything else to justify why it’s so inevitable to grow feelings for him and your friends catch on to what you mean, because when you look back at them, they both have stupid and dreamily little looks at you… ones that don’t fit to a couple of spies.

You clear your throat, letting your initial line of thoughts come back to you, “But it’s not that simple… There’s…’ you falter.

“There’s what?” Nat insists, in a kind way.

But “Who” was the more proper pronoun.

“Eddie…” You whisper.

“Argh…” Sharon groans, tilting her face to her side before, looking back at you, “What about Eddie?”

It was just yesterday that you had your little “encounter” with Bucky. You know it was no coincidence he was there, the little shit must’ve tracked you down… but you couldn’t make yourself care about that when it was so amazing… incredible… Not only the fact that he went down on you in such a shameless way and gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, like he always does. It was also the way he spoke to you…his attitude… not really imposing himself… encouraging you to have fun with your friends… no sign of jealousy. It made you feel special and free and… loved. Really loved for who you are and not for who you make yourself to be to please and that is a tremendously powerful feeling.

Still… you have mixed feelings about it all and Eddie is the reason. Being there with him felt familiar and comfortable, but, in some way different… better than before. It makes you think that he really is engaged into finding not just a way back to you, but also a way to make your relationship work and it certainly weighs over your heart.

You tell your friends all of that.

“Did Eddie notice anything?” Nat asks, reaching over for some popcorn.

“I don’t know,” you answer, “He wasn’t at the table when I returned, but he came back shortly, my friends were still talking about it, but we changed to subject once we saw him. The girls didn’t comment anything again, and he acted normal… I guess he didn’t.” You shrug, starting to bite on your nails.

There’s an annoying little feeling rising in you since the night before and, thinking over it, you recognize it as guilt. Guilt for doing that with Bucky while Eddie was there in Club, guilt for not being bothered by Bucky’s presence, while, at least initially, you were bothered by Eddie’s, guilty for enjoying that Bucky was the one who actively made a move when Eddie didn’t, for missing him more than you missed Eddie, for feeling more positively about his change of mind than Eddie’s, for wanting Bucky more…

Guilt because you know you’re falling for him. For Bucky. And there’s little you can do to stop it.

“What is it?” Sharon asks, tightening her lips and nodding at where you’re chewing your nails.

You promptly stop, bringing your hands to around your knees again, “I guess I wasn’t expecting either of them there.” You decide not to share your most recent thoughts with them.

“You know why both of them were there. It was definitely not a coincidence.” Nat reminds you.

“I know… but it's ok, they were polite...” You brush it off but add, quickly, fighting back a smile at the memories that flashes in your mind, “In their own way.”

“Polite? Even when Bucky had his face up your pussy?” Sharon teases, not letting that one go, and making you give in and let out a laugh while you hide your face with your hands for a moment.

“I was pretty excited to find out he was there, actually,” you admit and their faces light up, which you assume is prompted by your own expression. “It was a thrilling sensation… I can’t quite explain.”

“He really is in love with you…Bucky…” Nat tightens her lips and tilts her head.

You sigh, looking back at her, “I know…” You admit.

They both keep waiting for you to say something else but you don’t know what you could say. No… as a matter of fact, you do. You’re just not ready to put your thoughts out in the world. At first, you had your doubts if what Bucky was feeling was really that deep… but now… something has changed. You believe him. You really do. And you know you’re falling for him, too, but…

Eddie was the one you wanted for so long… you’ve made so many plans with him… Long term plans. You used to see yourself growing old with him and that’s an image that still somehow haunts your feelings. And now… the fact that guilt surrounds the feelings arising for Bucky inside you makes you feel like a cheater. You didn’t feel that when it was just sex, but now you do. And you’re damn scared.

What if you surrender to your feelings now and go to Bucky and then comes a day you’ll realize that you were wrong and Eddie will still be the one you really want? You wanted him for so long… can that really have changed? How can one let go of that feeling, that certainty of being right for each other, without being afraid of doing the wrong thing? And if that happens, if you do the wrong thing now, you will eventually hurt Bucky and that’s definitely the last thing you want.

That’s fucked up and you know it. But it’s what you’re feeling.

You keep it to yourself, though.

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It’s a few hours after the girls left your place, you take a refreshing and long bath and are about to put on a movie to relax a bit more for the rest of the evening. Maybe that way you can put your thoughts and feelings in order.

That duality of emotions is crushing your mind. You wanted some time alone and you had that… now, you can’t help the feeling that you need to come to a decision, a conclusion of some sort, you just can’t keep pushing it further. For better or for worse. Or you will lose your mind soon.

A comfort movie is in order for all the thinking you need to do, so you set “The Prisoner of Azkaban” on your TV before you head to the kitchen. You’re still pretty full of all the junk food the three of you made a feast of the whole afternoon, so you decide to prepare just an old recipe of peach iced tea your mom has taught you. Perfect for the hot weather, too.

You’ve just added the ice in the jar when your intercom rings. You frown wondering who could that be and check your phone for any missed calls or messages, finding none before answering the intercom.

“Yeah? Oh… no, yeah, sure, come up.” You press the button to let him in. Your heart beats just slightly faster, wondering what could he possibly be doing there.

“Hi,” he greets, once you open the door after he pressed the ringer.

“Hi,” you answer, and without even thinking, just keep staring at him, blocking his way into your apartment while he stands at your door, holding a big box in his hands.

“Can I come in?” He asks, when you say nothing else.

“Oh, yeah, of course, sorry.” You step aside, allowing Eddie to walk into your living room with a tight smile on his lips.

“Please,” you gesture towards your sofa and he nods, walking with you over there, “I was about to pour me some iced tea, would you like some?” You offer, tentativeness still present in your tone, while the big box secured in his hands grasps your attention for a second.

“Your mom’s recipe?” He asks, his whole face lightening up as he takes his seat.

You chuckle and nod.

“Oh, hell yeah, then.”

You take just a little longer than you actually need to fix the tea for the two of you in the kitchen. For some reason, his presence, after the night before, what you did with Bucky and after you coming to terms that you are, indeed, growing feelings for the other guy… it just unsettles you.

After taking a deep breath or two, you come back to the living room. Some small conversation ensues while you take a seat by his side and you two drink from the tea you’ve just prepared.

“Ahm…What’s that?” At some point you give in to the curiosity and nod towards the box now on your center table.

He smiles, before placing his cup on your table and taking the box in his hands. He shifts on the sofa, making room for placing it on one of the cushions between the two of you. “I was taking a look at it at home earlier, it just… I couldn’t help myself… and decided to come by to show you.”

When he opens the lid, placing it aside, you take in the contents, which makes your heart beat a bit funny at the surprise. You recognize pictures of the two of you, letters, a few souvenirs… All of them represent a memory of your relationship.

“Oh…” you say. You know all that stuff had been stashed in some place, but you never knew he had taken them with him once he moved out.

“Yeah…” Eddie brushes the back of his neck, peering at you from beneath his lashes, “I guess I really wasn’t that confident about my decision when I left…” he shrugs, looking down at the box again, “I just couldn’t leave it behind.”

You give him a tightened and brief smile, before placing your teacup on the table and starting to fumble through the items inside the box. You let out a breathy laugh when you find a picture of the day you two have met… he had founded a study group on advanced software creating techniques and you were the only one to show up.

“Oh my God…” you laugh.

“Yeah… what a couple of nerds,” Eddie chuckles, looking at the picture.

He helps you through the shuffling when you go through some more pictures from college, his family, your family… the day you two closed the deal to buy the apartment… the letter you received when you were both accepted in the Avengers tech team…

You feel the tears gathering in your eyes before they start silently rolling down your cheeks… It’s a weird sensation, it’s like meeting with an old part of yourself, an old friend. One that has never really left, but you almost don’t recognize anymore… leading to a nostalgic and longing feeling.

They’re all good memories stashed on that box… of course… you guess no one is really keen to proposedly keep a souvenir from the bad ones… but that’s not on what your focus lays right now. Your attention is caught by a particular thing from the box. A small gasp escapes your lungs at the sight.

You look up at Eddie, whose eyes have been intensely trained on you, before you grab the object in your hands.

It’s a scrapbook you two have made through college years. While you silently and carefully go through the pages your life passes in front of your eyes. Movie and concert tickets… more pictures… a few drawings… software ideas you had together… little notes you’ve written to each other… and then, on the very last couple of pages, there they are.

You remember them. The day you two decided to write a letter to each other, telling how you wanted your future to be.

You roam your fingers through the frayed papers… you don’t have to read them again to know what’s there. You remember. Without knowing, in the end you two had written the exact same thing in both letters… among other small stuff, you two wrote you wanted a kick ass job, live in the city in an apartment of your own… and stay together forever.

Your watery gaze follows when Eddie slides down to the floor and kneels before you, taking your hands in his, “I meant every word then and I still do,” he says, softly, staring deeply into your eyes, “I can’t see my future without you… I just can’t.” He shakes his head, before it drops.

You see how his lips twist before he looks up at you again, with a saddened look on his face, “I know how that guy makes you feel…”

Your body freezes just as your heart does and you feel the precise moment when it splits in two. That heavy sensation comes back to your chest when the image of Bucky pops into your mind and suddenly there are two lives running before your eyes. One there, with Eddie, with everything you've ever dreamed of… the other running straight into Bucky's arms and leaving all of that behind.

And you know there's only one right for you.

You're brought back to reality by the sound of Eddie's voice.

“I- I know about what happened last night, I, ahm, I’ve heard the girls…” he stammers but holds his hold on your hands when you shift on your seat and he senses your discomfort. “No… it’s ok. “I know it’s new… it’s exciting…” he continues, nodding and hastily licking his lips, “And you deserve to explore that. You do… it’s ok.” He puts on a small smile, “But I want you to know that I’m here. I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for us… for our future. No matter how long it takes. How much fun you need to have with that guy before you realize what I already know.” He smiles wider, “Because I know you and I are it. We’ve always been it.”

You’re frowning while looking down at him. His words making their way into your senses.

You free one hand of his secured hold to reach over and cup his smiling face.

He leans into your touch.

You make a decision.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky x Reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #it´s a deal #it's a deal ch. 13

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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A NEW EXPERIENCE

Prompt: You and Roman have been together for 7 years now,and on the night of your 5th year wedding anniversary,you have a new way to demonstrate your love for him

Word count: Uh girl,grab a snack ‘cuz this one is long!

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut,cursing,slight self-degradation,fluff(at the end),a lot of intimacy and Tantric Massage(yes,you’ve heard it right 😉)

A little disclaimer,before we continue: Tantra is a middle eastern (more precisely Indian) philosophy and spiritual path,the tantric massage itself is a wonderful experience that DOES NOT involves any sort of sexual interaction such as penetration or masturbation!Yes it does involve yoni/lingam massage(vagina/penis massage) but the whole goal of it it’s not orgasm/ejaculation.It can happen of course,’cuz we’re humans but if it can it has to be delayed/controlled since that’s not a goal to be reached,it’s a full body experience and a deeper self connection and healing journey.So if someday you reach out a PROFESSIONAL for this especific massage,keep all this things in mind,please.The only reason I’ve included sex on this it’s because the characters in this story are married and got carried away(also because,it’s Roman I mean,who wouldn’t?). Also they don’t live the Tantra as a philosophy or spiritual path at all! It’s just a new way of working they intimacy together as a couple.It is NOT my intention to degrade ANY form of philosophy/spiritual path from anyone’s beliefs,this is for entertainment purposes only,and also a new way for me to write about new/different themes(or personal study topics of mine) for my stories. I have a deep love for middle eastern cultures and an even deeper love for studying different types of philosophy/spiritual paths.

Tag: My soul sister @ziasaph

Notes: Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.

Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Today’s my 5th year wedding anniversary with my lovely husband,Roman.We’ve been together for 7 years now.The first time I met him,I gotta say, I hated him! There was something about him that screamed trouble.He was too good to be true,I mean,he was incredibly handsome,polite,thoughtful,kind,loving,funny,intelligent,respectful(a true gentleman really),the best kiss I’ve ever had and don’t even get me started on this man’s bedroom skills...No man ever fucked me like that,no man ever cared much more about my pleasure than with he’s own,no man could make me feel like a goddess the way he could..you see what I mean?He couldn’t be an honest good man right?!And I knew better!Oh I really did..I’ve always had a “rotten finger” when it came to my men choices.If you putted me in a room with two guys,a truly good man and a shitty asshole,I would’ve had 100% chose the latter.Maybe for the “fun” of it or even just to prove my Freudian fate,who knows?

But when I decided to finally give in to the Samoan’s charm and accepted to finally officially date him,I discovered why he smelled like trouble,because as soon as I found out I was in love with him I knew I had lost my whole heart to that man!And if you came from a emocional troubled background,like I did,you know that that’s the worst case scenario one could ever have.But funny enough,despite my deepest fears,he changed my whole world,he dragged me out of the shit pit I’ve always lived in and pushed me into the light beside him,making me forget everything bad that ever happened to me,transforming my reality into the fairytale I could never had imagined.If you told me,7 years ago,that right now I would be here telling you this same story,I would have have bitterly laughed at your face and asked you to give me a hit of whatever it is that you had.

But here I am,finishing to set up one of our guests room for the surprise I had in mind for my husband.I’m sure that this will never repay him for the way he always made me feel,but at least I hope he can have a bit of a glimpse of how much I truly love and care for him.

I was lighting up the last pair of candles when I heard the front door open,his deep sigh and the loud thump of his bags dropping on the living room floor.

“Y/N,baby girl? You home?” That voice alone could bring the biggest,truthful smile upon my lips.I put the lighter on my jacket’s pocket,carefully closing the guest room door and I ran downstairs to meet my redemption in form of a man.

“Roman!” I squealed while I preceded to jump on his arms and wrap my legs around his waist,kissing him like I would never see him again.

“Wow!” He chuckled “I see someone missed me those 3 weeks,huh?!” Still laughing,he wrapped his big arms around my waist and retributed my kiss vigorously.

“Of course I missed you baby!You’re my Samoan Prince Charming,how could I not miss that?!”I laughed.

“Prince Charming,huh?!”He chuckled “You wait ‘til you see what I wanna do to you...I’m pretty sure you’re gonna change your mind from prince charming to tramp real quick!”He smirks and I can already feel my panties getting damp with excitement.

“Oh really,big guy?! Well I’m sorry,but I’m about to piss in your yard and ruin your dreams!’Cuz I already have a surprise for you,and that took a lot of prep time too,so as much as I would love to see what you have in mind that will have to wait,at least ‘til later.”

“Piss in my yard?!Oh baby girl,always so delicate with your words!”He laughed

“What? I’m expressive,you know that!Also if anyone here is the well mannered,polite and posh one that’s you,I’m just you know,rough street trash”.I bitterly said

“Hey!Don’t say that,please.You know that I don’t like when you degradate yourself like that.You’re not trash,you’re my everything!And let’s be honest here baby, I love your rough side..”He squeezed my ass,to prove his point.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna get all worked up,and you’re going to ruin my surprise...” I whispered

“Ok,ok.I stopped!”He chuckled,then gave me a light peck on the lips before lowering me down to the ground.”So what do you have planned?”

“You know it’s called surprise for a reason right?!”I said.

“Oh c’mon Y/N! Not even a little preview baby?” He gave me those beautiful puppy eyes,and the bastard knew that I would give in.

“Argh,you’re the worst!”I faked an annoyed face,but he knew I was pretending so he just smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back.”Ok the only,ONLY thing I will tell you is that it involves a large amount of intimacy..I’ve never done that to anyone before..and it’s an incredible experience.That’s all I’m saying!”I proudly huffed.He stared at my face for an eternity before he slowly smirked at me saying “You do realize that you said you were going to tell me just ONE thing about it,but you ended up telling me THREE instead,right?!” He started laughing when I poked his broad chest saying “Shut up! You know,you’re lucky I love you,because otherwise I would just kick your ass right now.”I tried to hold back my laugh,but that soon was forgotten when he kissed my lips so slowly and sweet and said “I don’t have a doubt you could kiss my ass at anytime baby.” He lazily smiled at me,before his expression turned more serious. “I love you Y/N so fucking much!” He caresses my face before continuing “I’m so happy I could take a few days off to be with you,to celebrate the 7 years we’ve been together..and the many more years yet to come” He pecked my lips lightly “I could never have asked for a better woman,wife,best friend,lover,supporter..my own personal safe harbor.” He shyly smiled at me and pressed our foreheads together,and I couldn’t help the tears escaping through my eyes.

“Oh baby girl, I didn’t meant to make you cry!” He said

“Those are happy tears I promise!” I sighed “Besides,I feel bad that I can’t say such beautiful things to you,I’m sorry baby,that you got the product made with a broken mold” I sadly sighed.

“Hey,I already told you to stop saying those bad things about yourself! Also you don’t have to apologize,I know everything you went through and it’s normal for someone in your position to be a little careful when showing your fellings,and trust me babe, I don’t need your words to know that you love me,your actions already do the job!” The smile he gave me was so sincere that reached his eyes.And I really hope that my actions tonight will prove his statement to be right.

“So,when do you plan on giving me my surprise?” He asked with a sparkle in his eyes.And I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well the first thing I need to know is if you’re already fed?”

“Yep! I stopped by a cafe on my way home and ate something light,like you asked me to”. He responded

“Good!Now I’m gonna need you to take a shower so you can wash away the tiredness of your flight,towel yourself dry,but don’t put any clothes on I’m gonna need you naked for this.” He maliciously smirked at me.

“You need me naked,huh?” He licked his lips “Ok,sounds like a great surprise so far..”

“Yes it is! And if I were you, I would hurry up..”

With that he ran off to the bathroom like a little boy,and a few seconds later I could hear the water running.

As soon as I finished stripping the last piece of clothing off my body,I heard the bathroom door open and Roman call for me.

“I’m in the guest room.The one near the stairs.” A few seconds later, I see him entering the room.

“Wow,this looks beautiful!” Since we never used that room as a guest room,it didn’t had a bed(which helped a lot) I just cleaned the hardwood floor,placed a big extra thick(about 40mm) yoga exercise mat in the center of the room,a lot of candles(some were sandalwood scented,but not many,so it doesn’t get too nauseating.Just enough to give that relaxing feeling),some rose petals around the floor, a few cozy cushions around the yoga mat and a little low table with one massage candle and a large thermical water bottle(to keep the water cold and fresh).It wasn’t much but it did look cozy and spa like.

“Did you like it?”

“If I like it?Baby girl it’s perfect!”Then he looked at my naked body and added “Perfect indeed” as he slowly lowered down to catch my lips in the most romantic kiss. When I broke the kiss(‘cuz if it was for him,we would stay there for hours) I begin to explain to him what my surprise was.

“I was thinking what I could give you for our 5th year anniversary that wasn’t bought from a store,but had more of a deep sentimental value” He slowly nodded

“I was talking to Sarah and she told me that Lisa,her new girlfriend is a Tantric massage therapist and had given her a tantric massage one day,she said it was the best experience she’s ever had.So I got curious and decided to make an appointment with her and babe” I sighed “I’ve never had in my life,such an amazing experience! The feeling is...I can’t describe,you have to feel it to understand it. My point is,Lisa told me that tantric massage can be used by couples as a form of bonding,like a deeper connection. It can be used to strengthen they’re intimacy.” When I saw the confused look on his face I said

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you so much” He smiles “I love you too baby girl” I smiled back,continuing my explanation “And I know that you’re the best man I could’ve ever had asked for myself!Even too good for me,but my point is that,it makes me upset that I don’t tell you as often as I would like to how much you mean to me,so I asked Lisa for some advice on how to perform a tantric massage on you and thought that,maybe it would be a nice way to show you how I truly feel,through this” I pointed out to the set up in front of us,smiling shyly.

“I-I..baby girl, I don’t even know what to say...This is all so beautiful, I mean, you didn’t need to make all this to show me that you care or love me babe,I know that regardless” he touched my face softly and quickly added “But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about your surprise..In fact I’m quite excited to see what this is all about” He has a evil sparkle on his eyes and we both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ok big dog,I gonna need you to lay down on your stomach for me,okay?”

He smiled and did as I asked.

I kneeled down on one of the cushions beside the yoga mat and said

“Alright baby,now,I need you to close your eyes,relax and just focus on my touch upon your skin ok?” When he nodded I grabbed the massage candle and started by dripping some of the wax into his ankles and calves,lightly spreading the melted wax up,until it reaches his back thighs.

I remembered that Lisa told me that this should not be a relaxing massage,in the sense of quizzing in the muscles to bring relief,but it was more focused on the touch it self,so I had to keep a very lightweight touch and make sure that only my finger tips(and occasionally my finger nails if I wanted to) touched his skin lightly.

When I reached his back thighs I notice Roman shifting his weight ever so slightly.

*Oh thank God,I’m doing this right!* I thought to myself relieved.

I dripped more wax,now,onto his perfect round ass and lower back.As I begin working out the wax and spreading it I heard a deep,low,almost inaudible,growl leave his lips and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.I let my finger nails just lightly roam his ass,lower back and side hips.I was so lost in the action that I was caught by surprise when a loud moan left Roman’s lips.

“Y/N..”

I grabbed the candle again and repeated the same process but now on his middle and upper back,shoulders,in the back of his arms and forearms,the palm of his hands,his fingers,neck and ears.

When I reached his head,I lightly dive my finger tips through his hair so I could reach his scalp and begin lightly massaging it,as if I was washing his hair,when I very lightly scratched his scalp I heard a very familiar sound

“Mmmmm fuck,oh shit...Mmmmm”

*Hold on..did he just? Oh I know THAT sound,I think he came!* I thought to myself

I lightly tapped his shoulder twice(a sign for him to turn onto his back) and when he did I could see that I was right,as there were evidences of his cum not only on his stomach but also on the yoga mat,and his deliciously thick erection resting on his belly.

I placed a cushion under his hips and one under the back of his head before I repeated the same previous actions.Starting from the soles of his feet,working my way up his shin,knees,thighs,lower abdomen,hips,abdomen,ribs,chest,nipples,side of the neck,face,front shoulders,biceps,forearm and the front of his hands.

Once I got up and placed myself on the mat,between his legs, I looked at him and I could swear that in 7 years,I’ve never seen that man with such a wild,primal,raw,luscious look on his face.

“Ro?”

“Hm?” I’ve never heard his voice so rough before

“We’re going to the last step now,ok?”

“Mhmm” was all he answered with his gaze glued to my face

I dripped some wax onto my hands and rub them together to spread it.

I took his length into my left hand,lightly squeezed the base of his cock and started to pull my hand up towards the head until my hand slides off,just so I could grabbed it with my right hand and repeat the same steps.

“Oh my fucking God” He rolled his eyes to the back of his head “ Sweet fucking Christ,Oohhh fuuuck” He moaned with a raspy voice.

I took the opportunity to massage the head of his cock in a orange juicer motion.

“Argh” He deeply growled,snapped his eyes open and look at me with a deadly look on his face “Fuck me Y/N! I need you to fuck me right now! Come here and ride me nice and hard baby”

“But Roman,I’m not done ye-“

“I don’t give a fuck!” He gritted “I need you,and I need you right now! Just come here,and put my cock inside that sweet tight pussy baby” He smirked in an almost demonic way and I immediately straddle his hips.

Once I lined his cock to my entrance he quickly thrusted inside of me,making me gasp.

While he gave sometime to adjust he said

“Oh it feels good to be home!” He chuckled

“Baby girl, I don’t know what you did or how,but we’re definitely gonna be doing this more often!” He smiled deviously before he holded my hips in place so he could fuck me like a maniac.

“Oh Ro,fuck”

I’ve never felt him so thick,so deep and so hard inside of me.He was fucking me at a pace so brutal that it was almost deliciously painful.

He grabbed my wrists from his chest and rapidly tugged me down so our chests were glued to each other’s,he took the opportunity to ferociously kiss my lips while he preceded to fuck me brutally.

“Ro,baby,I’m gonna-“

I couldn’t even finish my sentence,because my orgasm hit me so hard that I couldn’t even breathe properly.

“Oh fuck me baby! So fucking tight...so warm...” He gritted “So insanely wet”

With that I could feel his cock throbbing and the hot spurts of his cum inside of me.

When he released his last spurt,we look at each other’s eyes and shared the most passionate loving kiss.When we broke the kiss I said

“I love you Ro,so much”

“With your heart,body and soul?” He lightly smiled,remembering his own words said to me on our wedding vows.

I smiled back before answering without a doubt

“With all of my heart,my whole body and my only soul”

And it was in that moment that I knew I couldn’t have picked a better surprise for the owner and of my heart,body and soul.

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Seven Days left~ Give us 7 favorite Shameless moments

One day late – whoops! Sorry about that, sweet nonnie; this was the most delightful ask and I was very stoked to get it. ❤️❤️❤️

Disclaimer: I misread the question because I’m a dumbass and went for Gallavich moments. My bad. :o These are seven of my favourite moments, by the way: I just can't decisively pick my ultimate top seven. Also put them down in chronological order rather than in order of how fond of them I am, because it'd would've been too hard to do otherwise.

4x08: “You coming back?” This scene is quite uncomfortable, what with Ian's demand for blowjobs and Mickey's obvious (though temporary) discomfort, but I think that's what has me returning to it again and again (and what has had me writing one very long meta and a fic about it). It represents a shift in their dynamic, with Ian claiming some power in the relationship for himself, and even though it is uncomfortable, it's fascinating to see – and needed to happen for them to work in the long term (even if it maybe didn't need to happen like that – but then again, it's just so in character for both of them, however messed up?). The look Lip and Mickey exchanges after Ian's “relationship issues” never fails to get to me either, and I think it's important to note that Lip makes sure that Ian is okay with the situation and then he leaves them to it; he doesn't try to interfere or dissuade Ian. I keep wondering what that means to Mickey, having Lip – who's certainly not a friend at that point – know about him, and about him and Ian, and not really caring beyond making sure his baby brother is okay? I kind of think that maybe Lip and Mandy both showing Mickey that they're aware of the situation but not making a big deal out of it is really fucking important – people can know he's gay without it having to be a thing and without the world ending. Terry is a horrible outlier.

4x11: “Just wondering if we're a couple or not.” Maybe it's the mutual manhandling, maybe it's them trying to negotiate and sort out the current dynamics of their relationship. There's so much tension and so many layers here, history lingering, even as they're both fond and playful: lots to unpack. Damngoodcoffee once noted that Ian almost looks scared when Mickey pushes him to the bed, and I haven't been able to unsee that since, or to forget that the last time Ian pushed Mickey to verbalize the truth of their relationship Mickey kicked him in the face. I also love love love the lead up with Carl and Ian, “do you love Mickey?” – “I like how he smells.” Please take note of Mickey washing his hands: the dirtiest white boy in American is an example to penis pee:ers everywhere.

5x08: “Sorry I'm late.” Ian's surprise, and the look of hesitant wonder as Mickey shows up and moves to lie down next to him, like he can't quite believe that Mickey is really there, that he actually came. Mickey's quiet apology, no excuses or explanations about how he needed some time to deal (which, you know, it's very fair for him to need); he's there for Ian now, putting his own fears and pain and needs to the side to be what (he thinks) Ian needs him to be. That admittedly doesn't work out great for either of them in the end, but still, in this moment, it is what they both desperately crave: to just have each other and find shelter in the other's arms. Ungh. That gentle kiss to Ian's hair, how Ian finally relaxes and reaches up to grasp Mickey's wrist, holding on. It breaks my heart and soothes me, all at the same time.

10x07: Domestic bitches. Probably the scene I've tag ranted about the most, because I. Love. It. To. Pieces. Ian's so glad to be back in a place where he feels at home and can be useful by doing important stuff like picking up shampoo and shit for Mickey (in prison, I think he was acutely aware of them being on Mickey's turf and him feeling a bit not comfortable with being the one in need of protection?) and he's so damned happy that he gets to be here with Mickey. Gets to help him out and playfully slap his ass and kiss his cheek and squeeze his titty and just love him and be with him. And Mickey, being completely unconcerned about this display in front of Sandy; in fact he seems to adore being so obviously claimed and loved and wanted, and that's such a huge shift from the boy who was once terrified by the idea of letting Ian kiss him even in private. Argh. Just. Them being domestic bitches and loving it – and each other – so fucking much. They're giddy with it here and it makes my heart swell.

10x10: “When you know, you know. Right?” I have an absurd weakness for Ian being petty, and Mickey really had it coming here, so. You know. Allow me an evil chuckle. The Byron of it all is an unwelcome distraction (and Mickey gritting out “the love of my life” makes me cringe so hard every single time), but then I look at the absolute glee in Ian's eyes when he realizes that Mickey is going to a hipster concert and yeah, this is Kee's shriek of delight. Mickey looks very good in his shirt and with the hair and the cigarette, and that's always an easy sell with me. (He also looks so uncomfortable with Ian finding out about the concert but, again, he kind of had it coming.) Aah. Ian's certainly not the only petty character on the show, but it just looks better on him than on anyone else. He's got it down.

11x10: “Hit my husband again, I'll fucking kill you.” Mickey isn't even in this scene, and still. I didn't expect Ian to take such a firm stance on this (considering that Lip is his brother and Mickey was not innocent in the fight) but maybe that's why I love it so much? I swear, the jolt I felt when hearing it for the first time, it nigh on knocked me over. “My husband” Ian says, making a point of emphasising the nature of his relationship to Mickey; the Gallaghers generally strike me as having a general expectation of putting birth family above partners when push comes to shove. Fiona certainly did for a long while, and though Lip's kind of screwing his siblings over to create the life he wants with Tami and Fred this season, I think he still sees the sibling group as Ian's primary unit, and Ian wants to remind him that this isn't the whole truth anymore. Also, protective!Ian is glorious. (I love me some brothers on the porch, so even without this line, this is a great scene. But with it – holy mother of God, I've been slain. I'd feel embarrassed about the number of times I played it on repeat the next day, but I'm too old for that shit.)

11x11: Intro Speaking of protective!Ian... I'm sorry, there's just no arguing with the aftercare vibes and I don't even know how to process that properly. Mickey's a little out of it, seems like, since he's rather slow to respond to the intrusion and displays none of his usual intiative and agression, whereas Ian is very quick to shift from gazing lovingly at Mickey to chasing us out with a determination and anger usually reserved for Frank. I mean, how else would you explain it? (And okay, it's an intro and breaking the fourth wall, so speculating about when it happens in canon is of course foolish, but I'm just saying that they're in their new flat with very little furniture still so it has to happen around the time of the last episode but I very much doubt they played around like this when everything was so weird between them so probably not between 11x10 and 11x11, but say they got back to their place after their reconciliation on their old bed and just kept on reaffirming their bond in all possible ways? Yes? Yes.)

Special mention: 10x06 Deleted Bathroom Scene. Mickey is looking fine as fuck – please, do wear black tanks more often, I am begging you, Mick – and his eyebrow game is in excellent shape, and then we have Ian seeing to his wounds (be still my heart) and pulling at his hair when Mickey's just a shade too bratty and Mickey's little look of 'okay sure I had that coming' and I'm sorry, but I am dead now. Deceased. Only two things detract from this otherwise perfect scene: Ian's titties tattoo on prominent and unfortunate display, and the confusion about whether or not Mickey didn't even learn the simplest Spanish words during his stint in Mexico.

So, that's me. I could just as easily have picked seven completely different moment, but I do love all of these very much.

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