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[dawngyu]

THE BLOWOUT

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

sypnosis: When you find out it’s his birthday—and that he’s spending it alone—you can’t just stand by and let it happen. The thought of him sitting, pretending it’s just another day, you’re too soft-hearted for that.

He won’t be alone. Not if you have anything to do with it.

warnings: strangers to friends to?? alcohol, clubbing, petnames, alchohol!games. let me know if I missed any!

smut-warnings: MDNI. fingering!, oral!f&m receiving, unprotected, nipple!play, dirty talk, creampie, multiple positions dom!beomgyu, manhandling, beomgyu being pussy!drunk lol

wc: 4.2k — playlist

notes: happy birthday beomgyu, the love of my life! this fic is for bamtoris/moas (I love u all) and for the deep love I have for this man.

thank you to my beta reader.

Tonight, you're free.

No papers, no deadlines—just a spontaneous decision, with you and your eyeshadow-adorned eyes.

The air is filled with perfume, alcohol, and the distant haze of cigarette smoke. The place is packed with strangers, faces you don’t recognise, voices blending with music. The bass from the speakers pulses through the floor, a song you don’t recognise thrumming in the background. You clutch your purse a little tighter, a subconscious habit, as you remind yourself why you're here.

"One cocktail, please. Something light," you say to the bartender, slipping onto a barstool. The drink appears in front of you within minutes, a delicate swirl of color in the dim lighting. You take a sip, the cool liquid smoothing down your throath. A small, satisfied hum escapes your lips.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You cross your legs, the sparkle of your heels catching in the overhead lights as your eyes scan the room. Most people are on the dance floor, lost in the music, making out in the corner, moving without care.

Then, the space beside you shifts. The scent of expensive cologne, deep, musky, and intoxicating wraps around you before you even turn your head. The bar is nearly empty, yet they choose the seat right next to you.

Dark, deep brown eyes lock onto yours when you turned your head to check. He looks young—mid-twenties, maybe—his sharp jawline and the tall tip of his nose. His hair, a rich chestnut with hints of auburn, falls messily across his forehead, as if styled by pure accident. It’s longer than most men wear it, brushing past his ears and barely settling on his shoulders. The color is striking, almost too perfect, as if painted by careful hands, enhancing the sharp angles of his face.

Your gaze drifts lower. He wears leather—worn yet fitted—paired with dark pants that cling just right. Chains glint at his throat, rings catch the light on his fingers, each piece adding to the effortless allure he carries.

The curiousity of his stare makes your throat go dry. You quickly turn away, pretending to focus on your drink, hoping the heat creeping up your neck isn’t obvious. You swallow hard, quickly looking away, pretending to focus on the last sip of your drink.

The moment your glass is empty, you lift it slightly, signaling the bartender. “Uh—could I get one more—”

“Make it two,” a smooth voice cuts in beside you. A sleek black card slides across the counter. “Her drinks are on me tonight.”

You blink, turning to him. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his gaze locking onto yours again. You notice the pink of his lips. This time, it sends a slow, shiver down your spine.

He’s unfairly handsome.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Besides, I want to taste your drink." His eyes flicker to your empty glass, the faint imprint of your lipstick staining the rim, before trailing up, slowly to your lips. He doesn’t even try to hide it.

"My eyes are up here." you say, tilting your head slightly.

His smirk deepens as he finally meets your eyes, amusement dancing in them. "Yes, ma'am," he teases, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The bartender slides your drink in front of you, and as you bring it to your lips, you can feel his eyes still on you, watching.

"What’s your name?" he asks, effortless.

"Y/N," you reply, setting your glass down.

He repeats it, dragging out each syllable like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "Y/N… It suits you." His lips curve slightly before he leans in just a fraction. "Tell me, Y/N, your boyfriend let you out in that dress tonight?"

You arch a brow, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Even if I had a boyfriend," you say, voice steady, "he wouldn’t get a say in what I wear. It’s my body, right?"

The teasing fades, just for a moment, and instead of another smirk, his lips tug at the corners. A small smile you almost missed it.

"That’s right," he murmurs.

You swirl your glass lightly before looking up at him again. "Since you know my name, I should get yours, don’t you think? I mean, you are buying my drinks."

He leans back slightly, studying you like he’s debating whether to give it up so easily. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he finally says, "Beomgyu."

Beomgyu, who stuck with you throughout the night.

He's there, when you were pulled into a group of random people for drinks. His hands on the small of your back. His eyes never leaving your form for too long. He comes with you whenever you need to take the restroom. True to his words, he bought each drink that you had.

"I mean, it's just so funny that I was crying!" Yuna, a stranger to you an hour ago says, the laughter of people circled around passed. You are now seated in a long VIP black couch, full of people you just met.

Beomgyu immediately notices your shifting beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, this one is... too bitter." You scrunch your face, trying to swallow the last sip, the taste lingering unpleasantly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Beomgyu watching you closely. His gaze flickers to your lips, and without thinking, he wets his own with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm getting you some water," he murmurs, voice low as he leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. A light touch grazes the small of your back before he stands. "Wait for me here, yeah?"

He returns within a minute or two, a cold water bottle in his hands. A small smile tugs at his lips as he offers it to you. “It’s completely sealed.”

“Thank you.” You take it as he twists the cap open for you, making sure you hear the pop of the water bottle, the cool plastic brushing against your fingertips. Around you, laughter erupts—Yeonjun’s voice carrying over the noise, no doubt cracking another joke at Kai’s expense.

“So, why are you alone tonight?” Beomgyu's voice pulls your attention back to him. His head tilts slightly as his fingers brush your face, his touch featherlight.

“Can’t I be alone for a night? You know… to de-stress.”

He chuckles at that, and for a moment, the serious, composed Beomgyu fades away, replaced by something softer, something boyish. The sight of it sends warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Okay, baby.”

Your breath hitches. The casual way he says it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, has you scrambling for composure. You clear your throat. “What about you? Why are you alone?”

He shrugs, leaning back slightly. “Had big plans tonight. Get drunk, party alone. But then—”

“Hey, girly!” Yuna’s voice cuts through the conversation. Your gaze snaps to her just as she singsongs, “It’s you.”

It takes a second for you to register what she means, until you follow her gaze to the bottle lying in the center of the circle, its cap pointing directly at you.

Oh. Right.

You were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

After a nod, you watched as they spun the bottle again, maybe to find you another partner because that’s how the game worked, right? You chewed on your lip, the weight of your own impulsiveness settling in.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to join this crowd, just like it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to come to the club alone tonight. You hadn’t even considered the possibility of being chosen. There were so many people here, what were the odds?

The bottle slowed, your pulse hitching as it nearly landed on someone whose name you vaguely recalled Sunghoon. He was already smirking, leaning forward slightly as if he knew it was going to be him.

But just before it could stop completely, a hand—slender fingers, reached out and nudged it off course.

"Oops, my bad." Beomgyu says, voice light as he tilts his head. "Looks like it’s me."

The room erupts—cheers, whistles, knowing laughter and teases—all directed at the boy who had made no effort to hide just how much he’d stuck by your side tonight.

Beomgyu's gaze flickers to Sunghoon, who meets it head-on. "Any complaints?"

Sunghoon chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Nah, man. All yours. We get it."

Beomgyu doesn’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, he turns to you, unfazed by the stares, the amused whispers buzzing around the room. You, on the other hand, feel bare under their scrutiny, exposed.

Then, a hand appears in front of you.

When your fingers found his, the space did not feel so vast, nor the moment so daunting than you thought it would be.

You were led into a cramped, closet-like space at the back of the room, the air thick with anticipation. Chae-won, the mastermind behind this whole setup, turned to face you both, her smirk widening as her gaze flickered down to your still-linked hands.

The truth was, neither of you seemed eager to let go. His hand was warm, larger than yours, fingers loosely curled around yours like he was holding on without even realizing it.

“Seven minutes,” Chae-won announced, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll knock when time’s up. And no funny business once I opened it, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu answered quickly, but you barely heard him—too busy avoiding Chae-won’s exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, which only made your pulse race even more.

Beomgyu gestured for you to step in first, and you did, he followed, closing the door behind him. The darkness wrapped around you both, forcing your other senses to take over. The space was small, so small you could smell his cologne. You could hear his breathing, steady yet close, feel the warmth radiating from him.

And if there had been even the slightest bit of light, you were sure he would’ve seen how red your face had turned.

“We really don’t have to do anything, you know,” he whispers, his voice soft, almost careful.

You smile at that. You don’t know why, but you trust him—trust him in a way that feels strange yet effortless, like you’ve known him far longer than you actually have.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

A beat of silence. Then, quieter—“You don’t want anything from me at all?”

You hear him swallow, as if your question catches him off guard. “…Maybe a kiss?”

A laugh escapes you, light and breathless, and in the darkness, you feel his hand find yours. Even without seeing, you can picture his face—the shape of his lips, the way his long lashes must be brushing against his cheeks, the way he must be looking at you right now.

God. The heavens must have taken their time sculpting this man.

“A kiss?”

“Hm.” He squeezes your hands gently, and even in the dim light, you can see the teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Think of it as… a birthday gift.”

“What?” Your eyes widen. “You know I’d still kiss you without that excuse, right?”

He chuckles, the sound warm and effortless. “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His dimples appear, small but unmistakable, and for a second, you forget to breathe. “I wish I was kidding, though, about the birthday part. It’d be nice to say you kissed me just because, not because it’s some excuse.”

You pull your hands away, blinking. “Wait. It’s actually your birthday? What are you doing here alone? Why are you alone? And why—”

Before you can finish, he leans in, silencing your rambling with the lightest brush of his lips against yours. It’s barely a kiss, just a fleeting press, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make the world shrink down to just this—just him.

When he pulls back, his voice is quieter, almost careful. "Family’s nowhere near. Friends are busy tonight. No girlfriend." A small pause, his thumb ghosting over your knuckles. "I was just planning to get drunk until I saw your pretty face."

You can't speak. Birthdays are sacred to you—more than just a day on the calendar, they’re a celebration of survival, of everything you’ve endured and overcome. A moment to pause, to appreciate yourself, to recognize the strength it took to make it through another year.

And yet, here he is, spending his alone.

You meet his gaze, and he holds it, there’s no urgency, no expectation in his eyes. He’s done nothing but be kind to you tonight, you were safe with him.

His hand moves slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The pad ofhis thumb brushes the curve of your cheek, it’s so soft it almost breaks you. It was as if he’s memorizing the shape of you. “You’re beautiful—”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you reach up, arms looping around his shoulders, and pull him in. Your lips crash against his, and he responds instantly, kissing you back with a eagerness. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, asking—no, demanding—entrance, and the moment you grant it, he deepens the kiss, tasting you, savouring you.

You press yourself closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the way his hands grip your waist, possessive. One of them slides up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair and pressing all of him into you.

When you finally break away, gasping for breath, he chases your lips, desperate to claim them again. But you stop him with a peck. You rest your forehead against his, letting him know what you're about to do.

“Let me make you happy tonight.”

After whispering those words, you can't help but smile back at his ridiculously pretty, beaming face.

It's safe to say that ever since your encounter in that cramped closet, Choi Beomgyu hasn't been able to keep his hands off you. He's bolder now, fingers brushing the small of your back, resting absentmindedly on your knee. So, when he whispers, just 30 minutes later, that he wants to take you home—

You let him.

Because tonight, more than anything, you can’t let him be alone.

And now, your legs are wide open sitting on his bed, moaning his name as his fingers move in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your nose was filled by his scent.

He was all around.

“Beomgyu…” You moaned, watching his fingers diddle with your clit for a few seconds before being shoved back in again. He already made you squirt and it hasn’t even been 30 minutes since you’ve entered this apartment.

“Feels good?” He commented, smirking up at you as he places a kiss on it. 

“Oh my gosh…” You panted, leaning on your elbows, not wanting to miss a movement. Tongue darting out, he traced the sides of your cunt, moaning as he took it all in his mouth. The vibrations almost sent you to the edge again as you tried to press his face closer to you.

Taking his fingers out, you can feel Beomgyu harden his tongue on your clit before he drags it down to your hole. “Ah!” You pouted at him, hissing at the feeling of his wet muscles exploring your insides.

The way he moves it around makes you circle your hips, grinding your clit on his nose and making him growl. “I knew you would taste this good.” You blushed, thinking about how he kept looking at you, as if wanting to see every reaction you have.

Kissing your clit one more time, he moved up to your lips, “How can your lips taste so sweet?” He moaned, pressing your cheek as he coaxed you to open your mouth. You let him slip his tongue inside you, panting as he allowed you to suck on it before tapping your cheek lightly as he pulled away “Such a good girl,” He tapped your tit before pulling your chest to him, skillful tongue circling your sensitive nipples as his fingers played with the other one. 

“Yeah….” You moaned, pushing his hair back and exposing his forehead as he licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. His eyes stared up at you before you felt his finger caressing your slit again. He indulged in the way your brows bumped together when he sucked your nipples hard, pulling before letting go with a pop. 

Your hand found purchase on his still-clothed cock, painfully wanting to be let out of its confinement. “You wanna taste? Go on. It’s been waiting for you.” He chuckled as you slowly pulled his sweatpants down. “Go on, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ made your pussy clench as you squatted in front of him, naked cunt exposed to the air as you kissed the tip of his dick. 

“Yeah, spread those legs as you suck my dick. That's what you get for looking so fucking beautiful tonight.” You moaned, tongue sticking out as you licked his shaft, hand cupping his balls before you took it all in your moan. Beomgyu grunted at the move, cursing at how you escalated things quickly from kitten licks to deep-throating him in an instant. “Shit, you weren't really kidding when you said you'll make me happy, huh?” He chuckled.

You eagerly took it back in your mouth, letting your tongue trace the vein under his length. You whimpered as you felt him reach over to tweak your nipple with his fingers. “You have such pretty lips for my dick, yeah?” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down, pulling your lips back to prevent your teeth from touching his skin.

Not long after, you can feel Beomgyu's thighs tensing under your touch and he was already pulling you away from him.

“Not yet.” He whispered, pushing you back on the bed. You instantly opened your legs, staring at him with lust and hunger in your eyes as you licked your lip. Beomgyu watched as you spread your plump lips, showing him your entrance as if silently begging him to ram his heavy dick into you. He would’ve taken his time to stare at how beautiful you are if only his knees weren’t going weak from holding back.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” He rubbed the tip at the tender flesh of your core making you whimper, grinding your hips as you pleaded repeatedly. He cooed at your state, putting a hand behind your head before capturing your lips and shoving his erection inside your waiting cunt. You moaned in the kiss, feeling the pleasurable burn as he stretched you with his girth. He slowly moved in and out of you, groaning at the tightness before breaking the kiss only to urge you to watch as your heat took his length.

“Look at that, doll. Look how perfectly it fits inside you.” He moans, mocking your whimpers as he gradually went faster until he was slamming into you. His strong hands push your knees to your shoulder, squeezing your bouncing tits. You shamelessly called out his name, not caring if anyone can hear you.

“Yeah, wanna let everyone know I can’t hold myself around you, huh?” He growled, sweat dripping down his face as he parted your folds with his fingers. “Is that why you’re being so loud?” You can feel his long tip nudge your g-spot, making you scream as you explode.

“Oh gosh, G-gyu—” You chanted, feeling his cock slip out, or rather get pushed out as you squirted on him, making him chuckle as he rubbed your clit quickly before pulling your hand and switching positions. 

“Messy baby.” He teased you, watching your body twitch as he laid down, placing you on top of him and you found yourself mindlessly rubbing yourself on his cock before swiftly sliding it in with a soft cry. “That’s it, fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want my cum? That will really make my birthday.” He reached for your tits, rubbing the pebbled flesh as you rolled your hips on top of him, hands caressing his glistening skin as you breathed out his name. 

Seeing your mouth open, and your glazed eyes as your body bounces on top of him got him staring at you in amazement. Beomgyu's hand slid down your body to your swollen nub, drawing figures with his thumb as he shallowly thrust up to you, restraining himself from letting go and fully ravishing your body. 

It was when you leaned back, arching your body as you parted your legs wider that he lost control, ramming up to you like a madman as a rumble erupted from his throat. “You’re really asking for it, baby.” He put his hand on your hips for support as he fucks himself up in you, chuckling as you hit those high notes, and breathing harder as he hit the exact spot inside you. 

“Beomgyu.. keep doing that.” You whimpered, throwing your head back as you let him use your body as he pleases. Desperate for release, Beomgyu sat up and laid you down again without taking his pulsating length out of you. You can tell how much he’s trying to stop himself from coming, enjoying how you squeeze his throbbing cock every time he shoves himself in you. 

Yelping as he folds you in a mating press, Beomgyu couldn’t even afford to let you breathe as he hammered his dick into you. “Oh fuck!” You cried, feeling him reach deeper into the new position. His face contorted like he was in pain as he repeatedly buried himself inside you, bullying your cunt as put half his weight on you.

“Gonna cum inside you, doll.” He panted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling when you nodded frantically with teary eyes. “Gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to be asking for it more later.” The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed around the room.

Feeling his hips stutter, you pouted up at him, “Give it to me, please, Beomgyu. Pretty please.” You breathed against his lips. 

As his thrusts went shallow, you could feel his tip rub the sweet spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure as you cum hard around him. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your thighs trembled. The feeling of your walls spasming and contracting around him sent Beomgyu to the edge. He managed one powerful thrust, hissing as he spilled all his release deep inside you. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm liquid flooding and painting your insides. 

“So fucking good,” He rasped out before capturing your lips. Panting hard, he savored the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. You stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, hearing each other’s shattered breaths before he pulled out, eyes fixated on your hole. He licked his lips, smirking as you whined desperately at him. Your hip’s starting to hurt but you can’t bring yourself to care, enjoying the way his eyes glimmer at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

"Happy now?" you chuckled, breath still unsteady. Beomgyu met your gaze, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. "I was close to breaking most of the time, Choi Beomgyu,"

He let out a soft laugh, warmth flickering in his eyes as he finished cleaning himself. Then, without hesitation, he turned his attention to you, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped you down. "You are a wonder, love," he murmured, almost in awe.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Pulling the blanket closer, you watched as Beomgyu stood, opening the bedside drawer.

"So… no girlfriend, huh?"

"I don’t have one."

You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him before sinking deeper under the covers. "You—"

Beomgyu easily dodged with a chuckle, taking your worked up form and sliding onto the bed beside you. His hand found yours, warm and sure, as he gently slipped your familiar ring back onto your finger. The same one he wore, a perfect match. His gaze softened, "You're not just a girlfriend. What are you on about?"

"Tell me why I agreed to this roleplay again?"

"Because it’s my birthday today, baby." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before lingering on your forehead. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. "And because you’re the perfect wife for giving me a blowout."

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[lovezbrownies]

Pillow Talk Peony.

General Masterlist - Yuna's Masterlist

Synopsis: You always manage to slip away from her at the very right second. With you unintentionally avoiding her far too many times Yuna decides it's better to wait for you to wake up as she sat in your bedroom.

PAIRING: Yandere!F!Pop Idol x GN!Reader.

Yuna sat quietly in the corner of your dimly lit bedroom, her piercing gaze fixed on your sleeping form. Her hands rested delicately in her lap, the pristine perfection of her manicured nails betraying none of the turmoil bubbling beneath her serene facade. The clock on your nightstand glowed faintly—6:00 a.m. In just an hour, you’d wake up, blissfully unaware of how much effort she had expended to reach this point.

It hadn’t been easy. For months, it felt like a cruel game of cat and mouse, a game she hadn’t agreed to but had become consumed by nonetheless. Yuna had carefully orchestrated every encounter, every fleeting moment where your lives could intersect, but each time you had slipped away as though guided by some invisible hand. Whether it was chance or some unconscious instinct to avoid her, she didn’t know—and frankly, she didn’t care anymore.

You weren’t going to evade her this time.

The frustration of your near escapes still lingered in her mind. She thought back to all the fleeting opportunities: the coffee shop where she had accidentally brushed past you, only for you to disappear before she could utter a word; the countless handwritten notes she had left, each one folded with meticulous care, only to be ignored or discarded. Yuna’s obsession with you had grown sharper with every failed attempt, her calm exterior masking the storm that brewed within her.

But now, everything had fallen into place. Her patience, her persistence—it had all led her here. Sitting in your room, the faint scent of your cologne clinging to the air, she allowed herself a small smile. This time, you wouldn’t leave her sight. This time, she’d make sure of it.

The first time Yuna noticed you, it was the kind of moment she would have shrugged off if it were anyone else. But it wasn’t.

The show had just ended, and the crowd’s screams still echoed faintly in her ears as she stepped backstage. Her face, still lightly flushed from the adrenaline of the performance, was calm and relaxed. This part of the night—the part where everyone rushed to pack up, chatter filling the air—was just background noise to her. She usually ignored it.

But this time, something caught her attention.

She was leaning casually against a stack of equipment cases, one boot crossed over the other, waiting for her stylist to let her escape the post-show routine. That’s when she noticed the lights. Not just their brilliance, but the way they moved during the performance. They hadn’t just matched her energy—they had enhanced it, telling a story she hadn’t realized she was crafting.

Her eyes flicked lazily toward the lighting rig. That’s when she saw you.

You weren’t front and center, just another crew member buried in the chaos, but there was something about the way you worked. Calm, focused, like the whirlwind around you didn’t exist. You were crouched by the console, checking something with practiced precision, and for a moment, Yuna just…watched.

It wasn’t like her to care. Usually, she let the credits for the technical side roll over her without a second thought. But there was something different here. Something about you.

She didn’t overthink it. Sliding her hands into her jacket pockets, Yuna slipped away from the assistants fussing over her and strolled toward the lighting area, her movements unhurried, like she had all the time in the world. Her makeup and stage outfit were still intact, but she carried herself like it didn’t matter—like none of this was a big deal.

She was close now, her lips twitching into a small, lazy smirk as she rehearsed the simplest way to thank you. No need to overdo it. Just a quick “Hey, nice job,” and she’d be on her way.

But before she could say anything, your phone buzzed. You sighed, pulling it from your pocket as you stood, already turning away.

“Yeah, I’m still backstage,” you said into the phone, your voice steady but distracted. “I’ll finish up and head out soon.”

You brushed past her without so much as a glance, completely absorbed in the conversation.

Yuna blinked, pausing mid-step. Then she huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Alright,” she muttered under her breath, her tone low and amused. “I’ll let you go this time.”

She didn’t chase you or try to interrupt. That wasn’t her style. Instead, she turned and wandered back toward her dressing room, a faint smile tugging at her lips. You had no idea she’d even been there, and somehow, that made you even more interesting.

Cool. Quiet. Diligent. You stood out in a way that didn’t demand attention, but still held it.

For the first time in a long while, Yuna found herself curious about someone.

Back in the quiet sanctuary of your room, Yuna sat slouched in the chair she had pulled close to your bed. One leg hung lazily over the armrest, the other tucked beneath her. The faint light of dawn crept through the blinds, casting long stripes of pale gold and muted gray across the floor. Her sharp eyes hadn’t left you, her chin resting idly in her palm as she studied your peaceful form.

Her mind replayed the endless string of almosts—the times she had been so close, only to watch you slip away, completely unaware of her presence. It was maddening, really, the way you moved through life with such an unintentional knack for avoiding her. And somehow, despite herself, she found it endearing.

There had been that one time when she lingered backstage after the concert, ditching the afterparty in favor of what she thought was a perfect opportunity. But you’d slipped out the back door before she could even say hello. Then there was the time she wandered into the crew lounge, the faint hope bubbling in her chest, only to find a scrawled note on the table: “Out grabbing coffee. Back in 10.”

Always just a second too late.

Yuna let out a soft sigh, the corners of her mouth twitching in a faint, self-deprecating smile. She wasn’t used to being the one left waiting, the one left unseen. She was Yuna Claire, the star, the center of attention everywhere she went. And yet, here she was—sitting in a borrowed chair at six in the morning, staring at you as if the universe might finally hand her a break.

Her gaze softened as it lingered on your face, serene and unguarded in sleep. You looked so different now, so completely still compared to the version of you she’d spent months chasing, always moving, always busy. The faintest pang of something unfamiliar bloomed in her chest, somewhere between tenderness and frustration.

“You’re impossible,” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely a whisper. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to catch up to you?”

The quiet hum of the room swallowed her words, but Yuna didn’t care. Her hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face as she leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees.

Then you stirred.

It was subtle at first—a slight shift under the blanket, a soft exhale as your brow furrowed and your body adjusted against the mattress. Yuna’s eyes sharpened instantly, her lazy posture disappearing as she straightened.

You shuffled again, this time letting out a faint murmur, your head turning toward the light filtering through the blinds. Yuna rose silently, sliding from the chair with smooth, practiced ease, and knelt beside your bed.

The carpet muffled her movements as she settled there, hands resting lightly on her thighs. Her gaze flickered over your face, studying the faint twitch of your eyelids, the slow transition from sleep to waking.

Your eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, blinking slowly against the soft morning light.

Yuna leaned in just enough for her presence to register, her voice low and steady, barely above a whisper, but rich and warm, like the first sip of coffee.

“Good morning.”

Her lips curved ever so slightly, the smallest trace of a smile, as she waited for you to notice her, anticipation crackling in the air like the moment before the lights dim at the start of a show.

Your eyes blink open groggily, still caught in the haze of sleep. It takes a moment for the blurry shapes around you to sharpen into something coherent. But when they do, the sight before you sends a jolt of panic straight through your chest.

Yuna Claire, Yuna Claire, is kneeling right next to your bed.

Your breath catches, the shock hitting you like a slap of cold water. You jerk upright instinctively, the blanket slipping down as your brain struggles to process what’s happening.

“Wh—what the hell?!” you stammer, your voice cracking with disbelief. “Yuna? How—? Why are you—?”

You don’t get far.

Before you can tumble into full-blown panic, Yuna moves. She’s startlingly quick, her body pressing against yours as she swings one leg over your lap and straddles you with ease. One hand slides firmly over your mouth, silencing you in an instant.

“Shh.” Her voice is calm, steady, but there’s an undeniable weight to it, a quiet authority that makes you freeze in place. Her gaze pins you, sharp and unwavering, yet oddly soft around the edges.

You’re still too shocked to do anything but stare at her, your wide eyes locked on her impossibly composed expression.

“That’s better,” she says with a faint sigh of relief, tilting her head slightly. “I was worried you’d start screaming. That wouldn’t be fun for either of us, you know?”

Her cool demeanor is unnerving, as if she’s in complete control despite the surreal absurdity of the situation.

“Look,” she continues, her tone casual, almost conversational, like this is the most natural thing in the world. “I know this probably looks…weird. Alright, maybe very weird. But you’ve left me no choice.”

Her hand stays firmly over your mouth as she leans closer, her face inches from yours. You can’t decide if you’re terrified or just utterly bewildered.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for months,” Yuna explains, her voice dipping lower, softer. “Every time, you slip away. I show up, you’re gone. I get close, and you’re already off somewhere else. It’s like you’re allergic to being in the same space as me or something.”

Her lips curve into a faint smirk, her thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as she continues, “And honestly? It was kind of funny. At first. But after a while…” Her smirk fades, replaced by something quieter, almost vulnerable. “After a while, it just started to hurt.”

You blink rapidly, your muffled protests dying in your throat as her words sink in.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” she says, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. “But you’ve made it impossible for me to get through to you any other way. So, here I am.”

She sighs, as though the weight of the situation is finally catching up to her, and then—without warning—she leans forward, resting her head against your shoulder. Her body softens against yours, and for a moment, she seems completely at ease.

Her hand finally drops from your mouth, but before you can say anything, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into an embrace so natural, so deliberate, it feels like she’s done it a hundred times in her head.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” she murmurs, her voice low and warm against your ear. “Just…let me stay here for a minute.”

You sit frozen, your mind racing to catch up, the warmth of her body pressed against yours sending your thoughts spiraling in every direction.

“I’ve waited long enough for this,” she whispers, her tone a strange blend of contentment and determination. “You’re not slipping away this time.”

And with that, Yuna holds you closer, resting against you like she belongs there, while you remain wide-eyed and utterly stunned, unsure whether to push her away or give in to the surreal weight of her presence.

A week later, life had taken a strange, almost sitcom-like turn.

No matter what you did, no matter where you went, Yuna was always there. Like an omnipresent force of nature with impeccable timing and an uncanny knack for foiling your every attempt at slipping away.

Take yesterday, for example. You’d woken up with a foolproof plan: sneak out before sunrise, head to work, and keep a low profile until the end of your shift. Simple. But as you cracked open the door to your apartment, the unmistakable scent of coffee hit you.

“Morning,” Yuna greeted casually from your kitchen, one leg propped up on the chair as she sipped from your favorite mug. “Thought you’d try that.”

You froze, staring at her in disbelief. She just smirked over the rim of her mug, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

And it wasn’t just the mornings. Oh no, Yuna had somehow infiltrated every part of your routine.

At work, you’d tried slipping out the back door during lunch, only to find her lounging against the wall outside, scrolling through her phone like she’d been there all day.

“You really need to pick better hiding spots,” she said with a chuckle, not even looking up.

One time, you even pretended to leave the building, doubled back through a side entrance, and ducked into a storage closet. A storage closet!

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

“Hey,” Yuna’s voice called from the other side, light and amused. “You do know you’re not invisible, right?”

The door opened before you could even think of a response, and there she was, grinning like a cat that just caught its favorite toy.

By now, you were pretty sure she had supernatural powers—or at the very least, a sixth sense dedicated solely to finding you.

It wasn’t that Yuna was mean about it. In fact, she was too nice, always making it seem like these encounters were no big deal. Like when you tried hiding in the break room after work, and she casually strolled in, holding a takeout bag.

“Figured you’d be hungry,” she said, plopping the bag down in front of you before sitting across the table. “Don’t worry, I ordered your favorite. Oh, and no use running—I already checked the other exits.”

You wanted to be mad, frustrated, anything. But somehow, Yuna made it impossible. Her confidence was maddeningly smooth, her smile disarming. She acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to constantly shadow you, and part of you had to admire her dedication.

But today? Today was going to be different.

You had planned meticulously. You’d taken half the day off work, packed an emergency bag, and even scoped out a back alley route to the train station. There was no way Yuna could know.

So, there you were, creeping down the alley like a secret agent in an action movie, your heart pounding with both excitement and fear. The train station was only a block away. Freedom was within your grasp.

And then you heard it.

“Going somewhere?”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Slowly, you turned to see Yuna perched on a stack of crates, one leg dangling lazily as she leaned back against the wall. She looked completely at ease, as if she hadn’t just foiled your most elaborate escape plan yet.

“How—?!” you spluttered, your jaw dropping.

Yuna just grinned, hopping down with the kind of effortless grace that made your frustration boil over. “Come on,” she said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Did you really think I’d let you go that easily?”

At this point, you couldn’t even be mad. The absurdity of it all had reached cartoon levels, and Yuna’s smug satisfaction was somehow both infuriating and hilarious.

“I give up,” you muttered, throwing your hands in the air.

“Good,” she replied smoothly, her smile widening as she steered you back toward your apartment. “I’m way more fun to hang out with, anyway.”

You groaned, but deep down, you couldn’t help but laugh. Because, really, what choice did you have? 

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Drabble #2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Background: Just something I wrote in a Target parking lot waiting for my pickup order lol

Summary: Bucky listens to his girlfriend pleasure herself in the backseat of his car.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Praise. Slight domination.

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She has no idea how she ended up in the backseat of his car, her skirt hiked up and her legs spread wide as she touches herself. She’s never done anything like this, but all reservations left her miles ago when Bucky pulled out of the airport parking lot, convincing her to trust him. They still have at least thirty minutes before he can get her home and he wants a show until then.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his eyes briefly glancing at her in the rearview mirror, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Let me hear you, doll… Fuck, I missed you.” It’s been weeks of phone sex and dirty texts and all Bucky wants to do is pull the car over so he bury himself inside of her. But she deserves more than a quick fuck on the side of the road after being apart for so long. 

Her hands keep moving, following his instructions, the teasing pace driving her crazy. She could easily speed things up - he can only see her face after all - but all she wants is to please him. She’s missed him, ached for him in every way, and she’s nothing but a willing participant. One hand cups her breast inside her bra, pinching her own nipple while her other hand stays between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit slowly. 

Her breath gets heavier, her moans and soft gasps filling the small space as Bucky talks her through it, his words fueling her desire. “God, you’re fucking incredible,” he tells her, his cock straining against jeans, desperate for some sort of relief. He shifts slightly, glancing back at her again before returning his eyes to the road, grateful for his enhanced senses. He needs to hear her, be responsible for her pleasure, but not at the expense of her safety.

When the slow pace becomes too much, she finally asks for more, her body trembling with need. “Bucky, please.” He knows exactly what she wants, and he wants to give it to her, but if she comes before they make it off the freeway, there’s no way he’s going to be able to make it home before he has to have his way with her. So, he continues to make her wait.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he promises, “just keep touching yourself like that. Nice and slow.” Her groan of frustration is laced with pleasure, his praise making her pussy pulse. As much as she wants to complain, or take control back, it’s nothing compared to how much she gets off on submitting to him. She’ll do anything he tells her to, especially like this.

When he finally takes the familiar exit, Bucky glances at her again, turning his head slightly to let her see the smirk on his face, making her breath catch. For just a second, her hands still, her body tense with anticipation, until his voice breaks through, finally giving her permission. “I want you to fuck yourself, can you do that for me, Princess?”

He barely finishes the question before she presses her fingers against her entrance, sliding deep in one smooth motion, making herself cry out in pleasure. Her noises send a jolt straight to his cock and he resists the urge to reach down to free himself, regripping the steering wheel instead, the metal groaning under his vibranium hand.

“There we go,” he breathes, his voice rough, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the mirror. “Just like that... show me how good it feels.” He doesn’t even have to see her hand to know exactly what she’s doing. Two fingers deep inside of her, curled to press against her g-spot while she grinds her palm against her clit. It’s the fastest way to make her come, and he licks his lips at the thought of how wet she is for him.

His ears pick up all the telltale signs of her getting closer to her orgasm, her breath quick and uneven, her head thrown back against the seat. She doesn’t even realize how close they are to home now, but Bucky’s been counting down the seconds, and the moment he reaches their street, he tells her, “Can’t wait to taste you, have you ride my face until you’re screaming my name.” That’s all it takes for her to fall.

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pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: you aren’t sure if you want to destroy his car or take him home with you

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You enter your usual Miami haunt with your friends, one mission in mind. Your lilac skirt fits your like a glove, showing off your legs and curves. It was Logan’s favorite.

Logan was an asshole, he knows it, ever since he broke up with you last year. He’s been keeping tabs on your socials recently, knowing this is where you go when you are in Miami instead of Fort Lauderdale. He brought Oscar with him as moral support, they stand at the bar, laughing over some bubbly drink.

Your eyes scan the club as you walk in, slightly pausing when you recognize the blonde guy staring at you from the bar, you can tell when someone wants you. Instead, you train your eyes on some guy on the dance floor, sending him a flirty smile and joining him for a dance or two, giving Logan a chance to pull himself together before going in. He can’t help but tell Oscar how good you look. The trap has been sprung. You are going to get Logan back. Whether romantically or by revenge, you weren’t sure.

You walk over to the bar, pretending to have not noticed the pair, standing one seat over.

“Tequila shot,” you order and Logan takes his chance.

“Add two more and put it on my tab,” Logan tells the bartender, Oscar gags a little, but doesn’t protest. You give Logan a look he can’t decipher, but you slide into the seat beside them.

“Thanks,” you say, the awkward small talk between the three of you filling the time as you wait for the shots. Logan salts his wrist for his shot. You grab his wrist, lick it, and throw back the shot. Oscar barely suppresses his laugh as you turn to go back to the dance floor. Logan quickly throws back the shot and follows you. Your friends find Oscar and chat, the group curious to see how this pans out.

“Y/n,” Logan catches your wrist, you act like you don’t care about him, but you can see the whispers in his eyes searching if you still love him. It breaks your cold heart a little. “Don’t be mad, please. I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, trying to win you back.

“I’m like your fucking car. You steered me into the fucking ditch then ran off,” you say after a second, turning back towards the crowd, he just pulls you closer.

“I’m so sorry. I hate myself for that,” he admits, you ignore him, dancing to the beat, not pushing him away but not encouraging him to dance with you either. Just when things are feeling too comfortable, you walk away in the direction of the bathrooms. Logan follows.

“Will you give me a chance?” he asks, the music quiet in the background. ‘God, he’s so fucking fine’ you think to yourself. The lighting doing everything right, the shadows enhance his jawline but his eyes shine bright.

“I haven’t decided yet,” your eyes revealing more than you intended. He can see the hurt and love in them. You aren’t sure if you want to curse him out or bring him home.

“What can I do,” he grabs your hands.

“I don’t know. I’m between being your wife or smashing your car,” you say, steeling yourself. Logan is thinking twice, unsure if he was ever yours or was never not yours. Logan pulls your closer, kissing you. Your body automatically responds to him. letting him pull you close.

“You’re mine,” you whisper, the temptation to both flip him off or pull him into the bathroom strong. He follows you back to the dance floor, you can feel the tension and chemistry coming back, electricity humming in the way you dance together. It’s like pressing a reset button, becoming something new. Oscar and your friends left a while ago, knowing the two of you were determined to leave here together from the start.

You tell the cab the address of your Miami apartment. Every moment that passes sees the hurt and past fade to gray.

“Pick your poison, I’m poison either way,” you had told Logan earlier, he chose you anyway, the both of you wanting to play with the broken pieces of your former relationship.

He pushes you against the wall, kissing you passionately.

“Before we do this, where do you stand? If we go ahead, there is no turning back,” Logan stops, needing to know that you belong to him again, you already know he belongs to you.

“I hate you but I love you just the same. I’m gonna get you back,” you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, a feral need for him growing.

It wasn’t a surprise to Logan’s friends when you showed up to the Miami paddock later that week.

What was a surprise was the ring around your finger, one that matches the one around Logan’s.

“What the hell?” Oscar asks, a smile on his face.

“I’m not going to let her go again,” Logan looks down at you with a smile.

“I chose to love him till the end, luckily for Sauber,” you joke, referencing the team who decided to take a chance on Logan and help him develop.

“I’m happy for you two,” Oscar says, happy to see his best friend happy. Everyone but your parents were happy for you, the parents were just mad you got married without them there.

“I am too, but I will take it out on his car if he hurts me again,” you tell Oscar, joking but not joking. Logan just holds you closer. You both told each other about your plans to get each back, it caused a lot of laughter.

“That’s my wife,” he grins proudly. Oscar shakes his head at his friends.

“You did what!” Alex runs over to the two of you. “Where was my invite? Oh, glad to have you back Y/n, Lily missed you,” Alex says, as the two of you just laugh.

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oscarpiastri not letting the two of you go back to a club, Y/n will end up pregnant or something

y/friend1 you both took getting each other back a little too seriously. this is why i love you

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

• summary: think of the mask… iykyk

• a/n: here is an extra longggg smut

• contains: billy russo x fem reader, sexual themes, nudity, p in v, possession, slight begging, dom v sub

• word count: 4.9k

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The atmosphere in the room was charged with a mixture of mischief and anticipation, the lights dimmed low to cast eerie shadows on the walls. The soft sound of music played in the background, providing a subtle beat to the tension that hung in the air.

He stood across the room from her, his tall frame dressed in form-fitting black jeans and a plain black t-shirt, a stark contrast to the white mask that covered his face. It was a costume that only added to his already alluring air of danger and mystery.

He could feel her gaze on him, her eyes tracing every inch of his body as he leaned against the wall, watching her intently. He knew she was taking in the sight of him in the iconic scream mask, the way it framed his jaw and eyes, the way it gave him a dangerous aura.

He couldn’t help but smirk under the mask, enjoying the effect it had on her, the way it made her eyes widen ever so slightly and her breath hitch in her throat.

She took in his form from across the room, her heart racing as her eyes took in the way his shirt clung to his chest, the way his jeans hugged his hips. The black and white mask covering his face only served to enhance his already dangerous allure, making him feel like a lurking predator, waiting to pounce.

She took a shuddering breath, willing herself to calm down. They had played this game before, this constant banter and tension, but something felt different this time. More intense. More seductive.

She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes never leaving his figure as she began to slowly make her way towards him. Each step was calculated, a mixture of nerves and desire coursing through her body.

She could feel his gaze on her as she moved forward, tracking her every movement like a hawk, his stance still relaxed against the wall.

He watched her approach, his eyes never leaving her as she steadily made her way towards him. Under the mask, he could feel his smile growing wicked, his heart racing in his chest.

As she drew closer to him, he finally pushed off the wall, straightening up to his full height, his figure looming over her. He reached out, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips, pulling her against him in one swift move.

She let out a small gasp as he pulled her against him, her body molding against his as if it was always meant to be there. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the solid contour of his chest and abdomen against hers, and it made her shiver with anticipation.

One of his hands slid up her side, coming to rest just below her jawline, his thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. He could feel her breath hitch as his touch skimmed over her skin, her body practically humming with need.

Her body responded to his touch as if it was a reflex, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly. She could feel the heat building between them, a slow burn that was threatening to consume her.

He took advantage of her momentary distraction to lean in, his lips hovering just above her ear, his voice low and rough in a whisper. “You look good enough to eat, you know that?”

A shudder ran down her spine as his words washed over her, sending a wave of heat coursing through her body.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his through the holes in the mask. She couldn’t help the coy smile that formed on her lips, her hands slowly sliding up his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles through the soft fabric of his shirt.

“So why don’t you take a bite?” She teased, her voice sultry and sultry low as she pressed herself even closer to him.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt her press against him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle movements of her hips grinding against his growing arousal.

He lowered his face to her neck, his lips hovering just above her skin, his voice a low rumble in her ear as he pulled the mask just enough to expose his lips. “Dangerous words, sweetheart. You’re begging to be devoured right now.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips ghosted along her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but imagine what those lips would feel like on her skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Her fingers traced small circles on his chest, trying to keep her thoughts from spiraling out of control as she fought the urge to pull him closer. “Is that a threat?” She managed to utter, her voice a little huskier than before.

His hand at her jawline moved further to tangle into her hair, his fingers tightening in the silken strands as he gently tugged her head to the side to expose more of her neck to his lips. He teasingly placed open-mouthed kisses along her skin, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste her.

“More like a promise.” He murmured against her ear, his voice dripping with seductive promise.

He lifted his head from her neck, his darkened gaze meeting hers as he gently pulled her closer with the hand tangled in her hair. The hand on her hip moved to her chin, tipping her face up towards his so he could look directly into her eyes.

He leaned in, his lips barely touching hers, his voice a whisper against her skin. “I’m not going to be gentle, you know.”

A shiver ran down her spine as his words washed over her, her breath catching in her throat at the hint of danger she heard in his voice.

Her eyes locked on his through the holes in the mask, her mind swirling with a mixture of desire and trepidation. She knew he was a man who could be both tender and rough, and the thought of being at his mercy made her heart race in her chest.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” She replied, her voice a little breathless.

A low growl escaped his lips as he heard the words leave her mouth, her admission fuelling the primal desire coursing through his veins.

He closed the small gap between them, his lips crashing against hers in a rough and possessive kiss. The hand in her hair tightened its grip, keeping her head tilted back as he devoured her mouth, his tongue seeking entry to deepen the kiss.

She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue access to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as her body pressed fully against his, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair.

The taste of him, the feel of his body against hers, it was intoxicating, making her head spin and her body burn with need. She moaned into the kiss, arching against him, silently begging for more.

His hands moved from her hair and hip, now roaming freely over her body, memorising every curve and line. He could feel her responding to his touch, the soft sounds of her pleasure sending a rush of heat through his body.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. “God, you taste so good.” He murmured, his voice strained.

Her breath came in heavy pants as his lips moved along her neck, the sharp sensation of his teeth against her skin making her body arch against him on instinct. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body growing increasingly desperate for more contact.

Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. “More.” She gasped, her voice a ragged plea.

His fingers dug into her skin as he heard her whimper, his body reacting to the sound of her pleasure. he wanted to hear it again, he wanted to feel her falling apart in his arms, and he was determined to get her there.

He pushed her backwards, gently shoving her against the wall, pinning her captive with his body. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He murmured, his voice rough and ragged.

Her back hit the wall, the cool surface a harsh contrast to the heat of his body pressed against hers. She shivered as he pinned her against the wall, her body trapped between the solid surface and his firm frame.

She could feel her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation at the feral look in his eyes. “I... I can only hazard a guess.“ She managed to reply, her voice a breathless whisper.

He let out a deep rumble of approval, his hands sliding down her body to grab her thighs, lifting her up easily as if she weighed nothing. Her legs immediately wrapped around his hips, holding onto him tightly as her back stayed pressed against the wall.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above the curve of her jawline, his voice a low, possessive growl in her ear. “Well, I’m about to give you a demonstration.”

Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck, anchoring herself to him as her body was lifted from the floor. The sudden change in position sent a jolt of excitement through her body, her thighs clenching around his hips to hold on tighter.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he spoke, his voice sending a shiver through her. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the rough edge to his tone, and it made her body grow more needy with each passing second.

“Please do.“ She whispered, the hint of pleading in her tone.

He let out a low chuckle as he heard the pleading tone in her voice, his lips curving into a wicked smile. He loved it when she begged, it made something dark and primal inside him come alive.

He pressed himself further against her, trapping her completely against the wall. his lips moved to the sensitive skin of her neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh, leaving a trail of marks that he knew would bloom purple and red soon.

Her back arched against the wall, her body pressing into him as his lips and teeth worked their magic on her neck. She could feel the marks left behind, each new one sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as she let out a low moan of pleasure. Her hips instinctively tried to grind against him, seeking friction, but his body kept her pinned firmly in place.

Her attempts at friction only served to drive him wild, his body responding to her neediness in a primal way. His lips left her neck, moving to her ear, his voice low and rough against her skin.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?“ He whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “You keep moving like that, you're gonna make me lose my damn mind.“

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, her body responding to the heated tone of his voice. She could feel the heat and desire radiating off him, and it made her body throb with need.

She let out a soft, shaky moan, unable to form a coherent response. Her hands roamed over his back, desperate to touch more of him, to feel more of his skin beneath her fingers.

He could feel her need for him, her body arching against his, her hands roaming over his skin as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and it only served to fuel his own desire.

He pressed himself harder against her, his hips grinding against hers in a slow, deliberate movement. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension in the air growing thicker by the second.

A gasp escaped her lips as he ground his hips against hers, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. It was both torturous and delicious, the way he held her so firmly against the wall, trapping her in place while teasing her with those slow, deliberate movements.

Her head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the feeling, her body begging for more.

He took advantage of her surrender, his lips moving down the exposed column of her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he moved lower. Her breath came in hot, ragged pants as he struggled to hold himself back, his body aching with the need to take her right then and there.

His hands on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to grind against her, prolonging the sweet torture.

Her body quivered under his touch, every touch, every nip and bite sending a shiver through her body as she surrendered to his control. The feel of his fingers digging into her thighs, the heat radiating off his body, it was all driving her wild.

She arched against him, her back pressing harder against the wall as she desperately sought more contact, more friction, anything that could ease the aching need building inside her.

He could feel the need radiating off of her in waves, her body arching and writhing against his, trying to seek more contact, more friction. the sounds she was making, those soft little gasps and moans, were driving him crazy, making it increasingly difficult to hold back.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips moving along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of nips and bites in their wake. “You’re killing me, you know that?“ He growled, his voice ragged and strained.

He pulled away from her neck, his hands leaving her thighs to move to her waist, deftly unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes roamed over her body as he worked, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

As the last button came undone, he pushed the fabric aside, revealing more of her skin to his gaze. He ran his hands up her sides, his touch trailing over her soft curves, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

She shivered under his touch, the feel of his calloused palms against her sensitive skin making her breath hitch in her throat. His eyes roamed over her body, devouring every inch of exposed flesh, making her shiver and shudder under his gaze.

Her own hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as she arched her back, silently begging for more.

He took the hint, his lips moving to her collarbone, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh before trailing down to her chest. He pushed the open blouse off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor at her feet as his hands continued to roam over her body.

“Gorgeous." He murmured against her skin. "You’re so goddamn gorgeous."

His words sent a shiver through her, her body responding immediately to the low, rough tone of his voice. His lips and teeth continued to explore her chest, her head falling back against the wall again as she writhed beneath him.

Her hands moved over his shoulders, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, her fingers digging into the flesh, trying to pull him closer.

He was at the edge of his control now, his body thrumming with need and desire. Her hands on his shoulders, her body writhing beneath him, it was all pushing him further and further towards the edge.

He put her down abruptly, breaking the contact between them for a moment so he could pull his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside.

His actions sent a wave of heat through her, her eyes taking in the broad expanse of his chest, the sinewy muscle beneath his skin, the faint white lines of scars marring the flesh. Her body ached to touch him, to feel his bare skin against hers.

Her gaze roamed over his figure appreciatively, her hands itching to run over his chest and arms.

He could see the desire burning in her eyes as she looked at him, the way her gaze roamed over his body, and it made something primal and possessive in him flare to life.

He stepped closer to her again, his body pressing up against hers as his hands The to her hips, pulling her flush against him. The contact of her bare skin on his was electrifying, sending ripples of heat through him.

She let out a low moan as her body connected with his, the feel of his bare chest against hers sending a wave of heat through her. She could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath her hands as they roamed over his shoulders and chest.

Her fingers brushed over the scars on his flesh, tracing the faded lines with a gentle touch.

He shivered imperceptibly under her touch, the sensation of her fingers tracing over his scars making something clench in his chest. It was such a gentle, intimate gesture, one that he hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made him almost uncomfortable.

He tried to shake off the feeling, focusing instead on the way her body felt against his, the way her breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed her harder against the wall.

He ran his hands down her sides, his palms sliding over her hips, pulling her closer still. His lips moved to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke, "I need you, right now, right here."

His hands moved to the button of her pants, deftly undoing the fastenings, pushing the fabric down over her hips.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands moved to her pants, her body arching into his touch, needy and desperate. She couldn't wait any longer, the need coursing through her veins was too great. She shimmied her hips, helping him push her pants down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the feel of his muscles and skin against her bare flesh, and it made her head spin with desire.

He took a moment to admire her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, the way her skin glowed in the dim light of the room. Her body was a work of art, and it made him want to worship every inch of her.

He ran his hands over her hips, down her thighs, his touch light and gentle, yet filled with an undercurrent of need.

He didn’t want to waste any more time, his body was aching for her, and he knew that he couldn't wait much longer. He quickly undid the fastenings on his own pants, pushing them down over his hips, leaving him in just his boxers.

His eyes never left her face as he stepped out of his pants, closing the space between them once again.

She couldn't help but stare at his body, her eyes taking in the lean, muscular form of him, the way his skin was taut over his muscles, the way his body moved with a graceful, fluid power.

He was beautiful in a primal, masculine way, and she felt her body respond to his presence instinctively, her skin growing hotter, her breathing coming faster and more uneven.

He stepped closer to her, pressing his body against hers once more, their bare skin meeting in a rush of heat and sensation. He could feel the softness of her body, could smell the faint, sweet scent that was uniquely her, and it made his head spin.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He leaned in closer to her, his mouth hovering over her ear, "I want you, every part of you. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

His teeth nipped at her earlobe, his hot breath making her shiver. He knew that she was ready, he could see it in the way her body responded to his touch, the way her eyes darkened with desire, but he wanted to give her one last chance to back out.

She gasped softly as his teeth teased at her earlobe, her body arching into his touch in response. She could feel the heat coiled low in her belly, the need building with every beat of her heart.

"Yes." She whispered, her voice throaty and heavy with desire. "I’m sure. I want you. Please."

He growled at her words, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He gripped the thin fabric of her panties in his fists and tugged, hard, ripping the delicate material.

He was impatient now, his body thrumming with need, the control he'd been maintaining slipping away.

She gasped as the fabric tore, the sound of it ripping making her heart skip a beat. The action was primal, possessive, and it sent a bolt of heat through her.

She could feel his impatience now, the way his hands were gripping at her hips, the way his body was pressed against hers, it made her feel like a caged animal. Like she belonged to him.

He could feel his control slipping, the need to possess her, to claim her as his own, growing stronger by the second. He reached down and pushed his boxers off his hips, kicking them aside to join the rest of the discarded clothing, leaving them both bare.

With that final barrier between them gone, the heat and tension that had been building between them reached a boiling point.

He moved one hand to her leg, hooking her thigh over his hip, pulling her against him. He could feel her heat against him, the way her body seemed to fit against his like a puzzle piece.

His eyes bored into hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that took her breath away. "Last chance to back out." He said, his voice rough with need.

She shivered under his gaze, her body responding to his words, to the primal need she saw in his eyes. She knew there was no going back now, there was no way she could deny him or herself any longer.

"I don't want to back out." She whispered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want this. I want you."

He reached up, his hands pushing the mask up to cover his face completely, hiding his features from view. his eyes, usually so intense and expressive, were now shielded, but the heat and need in them still burned.

He moved his hand again, sliding it between them, his fingers finding their target, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

She shivered at the feel of his fingers, her head falling back against the wall as a low moan escaped her lips. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body, making her shudder and writhe against him.

Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails raking lightly across the smooth flesh, leaving tiny lines in her wake.

He groaned low in his throat as her nails scratched across his skin, the sharp little pinpricks of pain only serving to increase the pleasure coursing through him. He could feel the heat building within him, the need consuming him, pushing him further and further towards the edge.

He could feel the last of his control slipping away, the need to be inside her, possess her, overwhelming all other thoughts. He lifted her other leg, hoisting her up against the wall, her legs around his waist, her body completely open to him.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his body thrumming with need. he looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all that he was desire.

She met his gaze, her own eyes darkened with need, her body arching against his, silently begging for more. He could feel her heat against him, the need in her eyes mirrored in his own, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

He pushed into her, slowly, deeply, his eyes closing at the sensation. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

He felt like he was being consumed by her. The heat and tightness around him, the way her body moved against his, it was all too much. He was lost in the feel of her, the way she moved with him, her moans and gasps the only sounds filling the room.

He could feel her nails raking down his back, her body arching into his with every slow, deep thrust.

He pressed her body against the wall, his mouth moving down her neck, his hands moving from her hips to brace himself on the wall on either side of her head. He was completely surrounding her, his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her skin as he moved inside her.

Her hands were clutching at his shoulders, her legs tight around his waist, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built between them.

He couldn't hold back anymore, his body moving with a primal urgency, his hips slamming into hers, his movements rough and desperate. He could feel the edge of control slipping, the need to claim her, to possess her entirely taking over.

His hands moved from the wall to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he thrusted.

He could feel himself getting lost in her. the heat and sensation consuming him, his body moving with a raw, primal need that overpowered all other thoughts.

Her hands were clawing at his back, her body arching into his with every rough, deep thrust. He could feel her nails digging into his flesh, leaving marks in their wake, the pain only fueling the fire that was burning through him.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear, his words coming in a harsh, ragged voice. "You’re mine." He growled, his hands tightening on her hips. "No one else's."

He could feel her body respond to his words, the way she shivered and clenched around him, her body telling him without words that she was his.

She could hear the possessiveness in his voice, the animalistic need in his words, and it made her shiver. She could feel the truth in his words, hear it in his tone, and she knew that she was his as much as he was hers.

"I’m yours." She gasped, her body moving with his, her hands roaming over his back, pulling him even closer. "Always.”

He picked up the pace, his body moving relentlessly as he took her, his thrusts deep and hard, each one driving him closer to the edge.

He could feel the tension building in his body, the heat and pleasure coiling in his gut, building and building until he thought he would explodes. her body was meeting his every move, matching his rhythm, arching into his touch, her moans and gasps filling the room.

His movements were relentless, his body moving with a primal, animalistic strength, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless. He was completely consumed by her, his need for her overwhelming all other thoughts, everything else fading into the background.

And then suddenly, he felt the edge of control slip away, his body tensing, his breath catching in his throat as he teetered on the brink of oblivion.

He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure coursing through him, building to a frenzy, and he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a harsh, ragged gasp.

"I’m going to come." He growled, his body tensing, his movements growing more desperate as he chased the release.

She could feel the edge approaching, her body arching into his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to him.

"I’m almost there." She gasped, her voice ragged with need, her body moving with his, her legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper, to bring him closer.

He could feel her clench tight around him, her words the final straw, and a guttural groan fell from his lips.

"Oh, fuuuuck" He let go, his body shuddering as he came, his release washing over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and spent. He rode out both of their orgasms before he slumped against her, his forehead resting against hers, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure.

He collapsed against her, his body still shuddering, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath. He took off the mask and threw it randomly off into the room. He felt raw and vulnerable, his emotions closer to the surface than he ever allowed them to be.

He took a moment to steady himself, his arms clinging to her, his body still pressing her against the wall. He was completely satiated, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

© lupinsversion 2024

[bratbarzal]

miss maggie i have loved every one of your fics (oys rarely leaves my brain lol) but I as a quinn girlie I fear what you’ll put us through (in a good way tho) with this one!! The header alone has me so ready 🫣🥰

I love you for this!! and I'm in a preview mood so enjoy lmao (subject to change while I figure the structure/pacing of the whole thing out)

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Quinn watches as a soft, feminine hand places a drink down beside him, sliding it as much as it can reach towards Brock, and he doesn’t even think before he tries to help, unintentionally grazing the skin with the tips of his fingers as he moves it the rest of the way. And it’s only the quick retreat that captures his attention, his eyes slowly trailing up the expanse of the arm attached until he meets the gaze of the server.

Until he meets your gaze.

Wide-eyes, parted lips, and a surefire wash of recognition as he looks up at you from his seat, the sudden urge to shoot up to greet you tingling from the base of his spine to the top of his toes. 

The chatter amongst the table fades to a dull background noise, his friends blurring into faceless shapes around him, and all he can see is you - like some sort of delirious tunnel vision, if you weren’t looking back at him the way you are, he’d think he was imagining you.

He’d think he was willing you into existence, that he was picturing you in front of him because somewhere deep in his subconscious, he wanted to see you.

But if that were true, surely he’d be picturing you how you were. Fresh faced, hair lightened and skin freckled by the sun, probably dressed in those overalls you used to wear when you were helping him fix up the boat all those years ago, paint hardened on your fingers and nails bitten to stubs so they wouldn’t break from all the labour. He’d picture you with your hair tied back, loose pieces fallen down where you had little to no energy to neaten them back up, and bruises and scrapes littered all over your knees from where you kept tripping over all the tools he would leave lying around in his parent’s garage.

He wouldn’t be picturing you like this.

Your hair is darker than he ever remembers it being, longer than he remembers, too, falling in perfect waves past your chest, not a strand out of place and glistening under the low lights of the bar. You look older, a little more refined, with sharper features enhanced by makeup, and the more he stares, the starker the difference becomes. The clothes you wear seem less like a costume, less like something you use to cover yourself up and disguise what lies beneath - now cinched at the waist and cut off at the thighs - and, sure, it’s probably a uniform, but he could never have pictured you wearing anything like this back then.

Only one thing remains the same - one undeniable feature you could never hide from him if you tried.

The way your eyes soften when they meet his, just like they did back then - like they were always zeroing in on the good in him, and they refused to see the bad. Your gaze feels just as addictive as it was all those years ago, a gradual warmth spreading through his lungs, breathing in deeper than he thinks he might have in a long time, and the sensation fizzles out the second you break eye contact.

He still follows your every movement; the way you place his drink in front of him, and empty the tray in your other hand, smiling quick at someone else and letting everybody know to shout you over if they need anything more, and then he watches as you retreat without sparing him another glance.

“Think she’s hot for Huggy,” breaks through the noise, a low chuckle beside him as Brock nudges his side and the rest of the guys all laugh in response.

“Huh?” Quinn frowns, breaking his attention from where you had disappeared and turning to his teammate. 

“The waitress,” he clarifies, “She got all flustered at the sight of you, I knew you had silent game but seeing it in person is just strange, it was like you hypnotised her or something.”

If he had the power to put you under any sort of spell, he thinks enough time has passed that it’s worn off by now - and he knows as much from the way you reacted, breaking from his gaze and turning your back on him like it was nothing, like the two of you were nothing.

[thepaperpanda]

Everyone might’ve heard us - Bucky Barnes headcanons & drabble

Summary: a set of headcanons & a little drabble for drunk sex with Bucky

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), semi-public sex, drunk sex, female reader

Author: Fenrir

A/N: Today's prompt is: drunk sex.

Masterlist

Everything becomes incredibly heightened when alcohol courses through his veins.

Barnes may be a little more aggressive in his sexual advances. 

Get ready to be thoroughly dominated and fucked mercilessly.

He's consistently forgetful about using condoms.

When he's drunk, Bucky becomes more interested in the idea of public sex - the mere possibility of getting caught red-handed is driving him wild.

Under normal circumstances, he can stifle his moans when you work your magic on his neck, but with the assistance of alcohol, he's a cacophony of pleasure - he’ll groan louder and more often.“Fuck, doll, you’re going to leave a trail of hickeys on my neck, aren’t ya?”

He'll thrust with unrestrained intensity, abandoning his usual caution as he seeks to pleasure you. He will be unstoppable.

Picture this: you both in front of a mirror, where he'll force you to watch how his thick cock slides in and out of your pussy. “You like that, babe? Look at that. My dick fits you fucking perfectly.”

And when he's inebriated, he tends to get a bit cheeky, chuckling as your body jolts because of overstimulation.

"Was that too much for you, babe?" 

He's the type to initiate a passionate makeout session while you're in the midst of your fucking session, savouring the intoxicating taste of alcohol and your essence on your lips.

And here's a surprise — he'll want to experiment with your vibrator, using it to enhance his own pleasure, fucking your tight asshole with the toy while his fat dick is buried deep in your needy cunt.

Bucky's moans will reach a level of eroticism that feels like the very essence of desire. He’s going to sound like a fucking porn star.

He'll cup and squeeze your breasts like there is no tomorrow.

Get ready for ultra hard spanking, especially involving his bionic hand.

He'll deliver the most intense spanks while fucking your tight cunny from behind. Bucky isn’t typically into things that could cause you pain, but now he's gripping your hair like he's taming a wild stallion.

If you happen to be on top, of him, riding his dick, Bucky'll take control by gripping your hips firmly, rendering you immobile while he thrusts up into you with such force that you'll need to cup a headboard to prevent yourself from falling off; the sole sound in the room will be his ball sack slapping against the plush of your ass.

Bucky’s a fucking tease and he would rub his hardened shaft against your wet clit and folds first before sliding it on without a single warning. “Yeah, fuck, you’re so tight for me.”

“Baaaby, ‘m gonna cum inside of you, ok?”

The soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance over the restaurant as Bucky and you sat across from each other at a cosy corner table. The low hum of chatter and clinking cutlery surrounded you, creating a perfect backdrop for the evening ahead.

You had chosen a dress that you felt confident and beautiful in, its neckline gracefully emphasising your décolletage. The deep, rich colour of the dress seemed to catch the candlelight just right, enhancing the allure of the moment.

As the two of you delved into conversation, you couldn't help but notice Bucky's lingering gaze, his eyes locked onto you. His usual demeanour was softened by a faint, appreciative smile, and his blue eyes held a certain warmth that spoke volumes. It was as if the rest of the world had faded into the background, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the magnetic pull of your connection.

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Bucky firmly pressed your face against the restroom door of the restaurant, his hand gripping your neck, and his bionic elbow securing you in place. His other hand boldly explored your ass, while his lips trailed against your cheek. “So fucking sexy, aren’t you, doll?”

You trembled at his touch, a dampness growing bigger between your thighs.

Hiking your dress up slightly, Barnes cupped his hand over your clothed core, groping it, smirking widely as he felt how wet you were. Bucky purred, releasing his firm hold on you and withdrawing his hand from your pussy. With a deft move, he spun you around to face him. His hungry lips devoured yours in an intense, passionate kiss. As the heat between you intensified, your hands urgently worked to remove each other's clothing. Bucky's hand slid up, hiking the dress to your tummy while his bionic arm worked on the fly of his jeans.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Bucky locked eyes with you, searching for any hint of hesitation and finding none.

His hand firmly gripped the shaft of his hard dick that was freed, aligning it with your eager entrance, all the while maintaining intense eye contact with you. He entered you at a tantalisingly slow pace, and both of you couldn't help but moan in unison. Your fingers dug into Bucky's back as you clung to him.

Barnes' hands held your sides, and he began a rhythmic thrusting motion, pulling out and pushing in, all while burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

Both of you panted heavily, your nails leaving their mark on his skin, which only intensified his groans as he quickened his pace. "Fuck." 

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you mid-air, allowing for even deeper thrusts, his hips meeting yours with a passionate intensity.

Intense waves of pleasure coursed through your bodies, leaving you both in a state of ecstasy.

Your silky walls tightened around him, causing Bucky's cock to throb with pleasure. His hold on your sides grew even firmer; you could be sure he'd leave bruises there.

"You feel so amazing around my cock," Bucky moaned, his Romanian accent becoming deeper as he peppered the crook of your neck with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. One of his hands wandered from your side, trailing up to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and gripping firmly.

"Bucky," you moaned in response as he continued his rhythmic thrusting, and they grew faster and more primal.

The room echoed with moans, groans, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, a cacophony of pleasure. Both of you were lost in pure bliss, completely unconcerned about the possibility of anyone overhearing or getting into the restroom to catch you both red-handed.

As a familiar sensation welled up in the pit of your stomach, you could sense Bucky approaching his climax. His thrusts grew sloppier, his bionic hand that had been on your left sides now moving down to where you were intimately connected. The pad of his metal thumb found your clit, and he began rubbing it in rough circles, causing your toes to curl in your shoes as your orgasm surged through you.

Barnes wasn't far behind, delivering one final powerful thrust before his cock convulsed inside you. 

Your walls clenched tightly around him, and both of you reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously, filling the restroom with loud, unrestrained moans.

As he softened inside you, Bucky murmured a quiet, "I fucking love ya, babe."

Bucky leaned in close, his voice a hushed whisper, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "There's something about that electrifying thrill in my spine and tummy when I think about the possibility of getting caught fucking your cunt senseless." Bucky added with a cocky grin, "I'm pretty sure everyone in the dining room heard us."

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 21, vol. 20, 22 mai 1898, Paris. 1. Toilettes pour jeunes filles ou jeunes femmes. Modèles de Mlle Thirion, 47, boulevard Saint-Michel, Paris. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1.) Roue en voile "fil de la vierge" composée d’une jupe unie posée sur un fond de jupe de taffetas; et d’un corsage froncé, monté sur un empiècement plissé à plis lingerie, entouré d’une berthe formant épaulettes coupées d'entre-deux et ourlées de dentelle; plusieurs rangs de fronces retiennent l’ampleur du bas du corsage qui se termine sous une ceinture de ruban fermée par une boucle finement ciselée, col droit garni d’une ruche, manches froncées, garnies de coques de ruban. Chapeau en paille orné de tulle et de fleurs.

(1.) Wheel in “thread of the virgin” voile composed of a plain skirt placed on a taffeta skirt background; and a gathered bodice, mounted on a pleated yoke with lingerie pleats, surrounded by a berthe forming shoulder pads cut in between and hemmed with lace; several rows of gathers retain the fullness of the bottom of the bodice which ends under a ribbon belt closed by a finely crafted buckle, straight collar trimmed with a ruffle, gathered sleeves trimmed with ribbon shells. Straw hat decorated with tulle and flowers.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile en 1m20 de large, 6 mètres de ruban.

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(2.) Robe en voile posée sur un fond de jupe en taffetas, ourlée de petits galons de velours noir; mêmes galons posés, à mi-jupe, en dents aiguës retenues par des nœuds de dentelle. Corsage blouse devant, composé d’un dos tendu, plissé à plis horizontaux bordés de dentelle, décolleté du haut sur un empiècement en broderie écrue posé sur un transparent de soie; et d’un devant sans pince, plissé en travers, garni de dentelle; empiècement en broderie, fermeture invisible sur le côté, ornée de nœuds de dentelle; col droit recouvert de dentelle, manches en dentelle plissées dans le haut, bordées d’un volant, ceinture en ruban fermée par une boucle. Toquet en tulle noir gracieusement drapé, relevé sur le côté gauche par deux touffes de fleurs d’où s’échappent deux plumes pailletées de jais.

(2.) Voile dress placed on a taffeta skirt, hemmed with small black velvet braids; same braids placed, mid-skirt, in sharp teeth held by lace bows. Blouse bodice in front, composed of a taut back, pleated with horizontal folds edged with lace, top neckline on an ecru embroidery yoke placed on a transparent silk; and a front without pleats, pleated across, trimmed with lace; embroidery yoke, invisible closure on the side, decorated with lace bows; straight collar covered in lace, lace sleeves pleated at the top, edged with a ruffle, ribbon belt closed with a buckle. Gracefully draped black tulle toquet, enhanced on the left side by two tufts of flowers from which two jet-glittered feathers escape.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile, 9 mètres d’entre-deux, 1 mètre de guipure, 1 mètre de taffetas.

Chapeaux de Mme Marchand, 96, avenue Victor-Hugo.

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Le Sautoir Sapho que représente notre gravure est une délicieuse création parisienne; il se compose d’une chaîne en cordonnet de soie avec coulants d’acier d’un effet charmant. Cette chaîne mesure 1m50 de long, elle est destinée a retenir une montre, un face à main ou un joli crayon. C’est un objet que toutes nos lectrices voudront se procurer, étant donné sou prix minime de 2 fr. 45 franco.

The Sautoir Sapho represented by our engraving is a delicious Parisian creation; it is made up of a silk cord chain with steel slides for a charming effect. This chain measures 1.5 meters long, it is intended to hold a watch, a faceplate or a pretty pencil. It is an object that all our readers will want to obtain, given its minimal price of 2.45 francs.

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

Hiiiii!!! The first thing I would like to say is that I love your work. I wholeheartedly believe that you are one of the best ff writers that I have ever read before💗💗 You give me inspiration to write and try to make my own stories but I never know how to…So my question to you is how do you write? Do have a notebook with points that you want to write? What do you focus on first? What gets you through writing? Do you write everything all in one sitting? I have so many questions it’s unbelievable honestly. But my main/big question I need to ask is how do you start your stories and how do you come up with plot for the rest of it? I hope that one day I can become an amazing writer like you because you are the type of writer I aspire to be. So thank you for being my role model🩷🫶🏼 And also keep up the great work!!!

Hey!! First of all, thank you so much for showering me with your kind words 😭 To think that my writing could one day inspire others is absolutely wild. The version of me who used to write on Wattpad would NAWT believe this.

I see you have many questions for me, and I want to preface by saying I’m no professional… but I’ll try my best to address each of your questions as best as I can! So here goes...

I don’t start anything I’m not confident I’ll finish.

I don’t begin stories with vague ideas and figure things out as I go. I make sure to plan my stories from A to Z before I even start writing the first paragraph. (That said, there have been cases where I ended up hating the original plan and went back to rework things) But I find this process gives me a clearer perspective on the story and the message I want to convey.

Yes, I have a notebook where I do all my braindumping!

I don’t write stories that are just romance or fluff with no plot.

I always centre my stories around a lesson or value that I feel strongly about, and I try to weave that theme throughout (e.g. hope and humanity in Safe & Sound, self-love in Smoke Screens & Cigarettes, self-prioritisation and burden from fear of failure in Kindred etc.).

I think good world-building really enhances the reading experience, and I feel like weak character backgrounds can make a plot feel unrealistic.

Writing and inspiration work differently for everyone. Personally, I could never write an entire fic in one sitting, though that’s probably because I only ever write long ones. There’s just too much going on in my mind to organise everything in one go...

Of course, these are just personal opinions. But I hope that answers most of your questions! And if you have more, feel free to slide into my inbox anytime 🫶 Lastly, thank you so much for thinking of me so positively T.T It’s genuinely surreal. And in turn, you inspire me to do better. I guess you could say we inspire each other? 🤭

Much love, Nat ❤️

[fandoms-are-my-h0me]

Home For The Holidays

Ao3 link:

Word Count: 1,209

Rating: E (Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, slight breeding kink, NSFW, MDNI)

Summary: It's the holidays and you and Garreth are finally able to spend some time together. The topic of the future comes up.

A/N: This is my first fic so please be nice. I am so glad to have been able to join in on this little project! ❤

As you open the door to your little cottage, you are met with the warmth from a fire and the most heavenly aroma of dinner cooking. Sliding off your jacket and scarf, you place them down before heading over to kitchen to see the familiar red hair of your husband, Garreth Weasley, with his back facing you. He wasn’t supposed to be home until much later due to having to close the shop despite it being Christmas eve but maybe by some miracle he had gotten done early. You make your way over to him before wrapping your arms around him, placing your hands on his chest and your face against his back before he notices you.

“There is my little wife. I almost wondered if I would have to go searching for you. Can’t believe you would be late for our anniversary dinner” He jested as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips which made you roll your eyes before returning the kiss. You could tell he must have been eating the cookies you had baked the day before just by how his lips tasted of candy canes and chocolate. As he pulls away, he brings the spoon from the soup towards your lips. “Just want to make sure it is perfect. Don’t forget to blow.” The warmth of the soup helped your body defrost and the rich flavors made you wonder what new spice concoction he had tested out this time though it only enhanced it.

After dinner, you both stood around the Christmas tree as you decorated it while soft music played in the background, having pushed it off due to both of your crazy work schedules. As you pulled out an ornament that his family had given to you two during your wedding, you couldn’t help but smile a bit before you peeked around the tree to look at Garreth. His eyes seemed to glimmer amongst the colorful lights, and he had his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he tried to figure out where to place the ornament he was holding.

You still couldn’t believe this was your life sometimes, this being one of the times. Had someone asked you a couple of years back if you would see yourself settling down with Garreth, you would have given them a look. You both had seen each other as mostly friends since you joined Hogwarts in your fifth year, but something had shifted during your last year. You weren’t sure if it was both of you maturing or if it was the jealousy, you had felt when you saw him flirting with other girls but one night during a study session, you both got into a small argument before confessing your feelings to one another. Ever since that day, you both had been inseparable and when he proposed to you during graduation, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic. Though some might say they should have waited till they were a bit older and had a bit more money, they both had made this old cottage into the home they both had envisioned.

“Hey, everything ok?” A warm voice pulled you from your thoughts as Garreth stared at you with a concerned look on his face.

“Oh yes, just thinking about everything between us and about the future. I know that might be silly since we have only been married for a year, but I think we both are ready to talk about this.” You say before looking at Garreth for confirmation that he had the same idea. He walks over to you and places his hands over yours before noticing the ornament you were still holding.

“Oh, that kind of conversation. I honestly also have been thinking about having our own little family as well. It doesn’t help when most of the customers at Pippin’s have been students from Hogwarts grabbing ingredients for their last classes before the holiday break started or even just young families coming in to get what they need. Do you really want a family?” He asks as he rubs his hands up and down your arms in a comforting way while a smile graced his lips.

You wouldn’t deny that you were dreaming of kids running around the cottage more these days and now that you both were in a better financial standing, you wondered if it was a sign that it was time to start a little family. You look up at him, a smile gracing your lips before you nod your head. He pulls you into another loving kiss with a bit of excitement in it as he places his hands on your waist. “Would it be silly to ask if we try tonight?” he says with a mischievous smile and glint in his eyes.

It wasn’t long till both of your clothes were off and you were on your back near the fireplace, Garreth in between your legs as he worked on getting you ready to take him. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the moans and growls he let out while eating you out as your fingers tangled in his ginger locks. You could feel that familiar tightness in your core start to grow before he pulled away, teasing you as you let out a whine which was swallowed by his lips against yours while her rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Ready for me, dear?” He cooed before sliding into you, knowing your answer before you even spoke it.

Both of your moans filled the living room as you both chased your high, Garreth’s hips bucking with a steady and deep pace while your legs wrapped around his hips. You lean your head back as he starts to gently kiss and suck at your skin, your mind growing hazy with desire. “Fuck Garreth, right there!!” You moan as he rubs against your sweet spot before you feel yourself coming undone, squealing his name as your nails run down his back. You could feel his movements start to stutter as he was getting closer, so you decide to help him by looking him in the eyes before speaking in a sultry begging tone. “Please Garreth, please cum inside me. I want to carry your baby even if it takes fucking in every room of this house.” That was all it took before Garreth slammed into you before growling as he came, filling you up with the warmth of his seed. He made sure to stay deep inside you for a couple of minutes before pulling out, panting as he looked at you. “You ae something else, you know?” He says with a slight chuckle.

As you both lay on the couch, your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair, you couldn’t be more content with your life. The sight of snow starting to fall outside your window was soon forgotten as the grandfather clock in the corner started to charm signaling that it was now midnight. “Merry Christmas, Garreth.” You said before your chin was tilted up, so you were staring at him. “Merry Christmas, my love. Let this Christmas be the start of our new future. I love you so much.”

[sapphic-story]

What's Lee working on in 2024?? A Mini Guide:

I have a better job with slightly less hours so hopefully it is time for creative things again yippee!! Text under cut

Slide 1:

Liho (comic)

Themes: definitions of love, social expectations, relationships dynamics, idealization

Welcome to the loveliest campus in the world, protected by the ever adored Cupid Heart!

Ifeolewa is a sophomore college student that has been chosen to become a magical girl and defend the sanctity of love around her school!

…unfortunately, Ife has a 5th grader’s understanding of love at best and doesn’t quite understand the complexities of modern relationships and romances.

Now, Ife juggles school, fighting villains, “fixing relationships”, and trying to win the heart of her crush, Liho (her best friend’s incredibly recent ex-girlfriend).

Slide 2:

Slips of the Stars (comic)

Themes: loneliness, abandonment, free will vs fate, individual perspective

Kaasey “Slips” Marion is a aimless, bored, burnt out college student who doesn’t know where they’re going in life. 

They’re also convinced that every person around them is literally in a story, meticulously recording the story details in her notebook. They believe they are a background character in these stories, probably for comic relief.

Also, every day the world ends and then she wakes up at the beginning of the day again. 

That one’s new.

Slips has to step out of the shadows and work with her main characters to figure out what’s happening, why, who’s causing it, and how to help this story finally have its happy ending before time runs out.

Slide 3:

Hospital Food (achronological ergodic novel-y thing..?)

Themes: Mental health and chronic illness, identity, multigenerational relationships, life and what could lie beyond it (if anything)

Sickly new employee Ward devoted her time and energy to her new job at an inpatient care facility for individuals with deadly parasites eating them alive. Ward and her team fought day and night to save patient lives from the very same parasites that threatened Ward’s life more and more every second.

Now, Ward, her coworkers, and their clients are nowhere to be found. The facility they worked and stayed at no longer exists. 

What happened? Where did they go? Is anyone left alive? All that’s left are the forgotten files, notes, and memos collecting dust in abandoned desks and drawers, waiting to be discovered.

Slide 4:

Other odds and ends 

I share story custody with some friends on some things about spies, zombie apocalypse, urban fantasy mysteries, and more magical girls

You might see me posting about an experiment I did polling college students about loneliness and their relationship to technology

Additionally might also just generally see things for my class/work 

There’s also a lot of story ideas and tropes that I really like (see next slide) so you’ll see a lot of very specific tags regarding those concepts 

I like playing with different mediums like art, writing, music, video games, and many more!

All the art in this is my own :) save for the jojo reference

Slide 5:

About the Author

Hi I’m Lee sapphic-story

I’m a 22 year old Black American lesbian

I use they/them pronouns

I’m a master’s student in educational psychology and work in a community college system to enhance student services 

I have a lot of specific interests including…

Time loops

All things urban fantasy

Perceptions of love

Familial relationships

(Former) christianity 

Atypical relationship dynamics

The physical/emotional/ psychological effects of being a “hero”

Story structures

Self aware characters

And way more I have so many tags 

Stay tuned for further story updates

[life-outside-the-box]

A zine written by a radical, disabled/ neurodivergent, queer of Portland Oregon, with contributions from other disabled, queer artists and advocates as possible

A note:

Thank you to Canva and their artists for creating accessible and beautiful zine templates and graphic elements! And thank you to everyone who continues to put in the effort to fight against oppression. This is for you, especially those of you in the Portland Oregon disability/neurodivergent, and queer communities. And, of course, this is in honor and memory and to rally increased support around our fellow Palestinian humans.

Please let me know if you or anyone you know falls into the communities in Oregon/Portland that this zine is published for and want to contribute! Feel free to share without credit, although I did post originally from my personal and professional accounts; it is more for social activism :) Please reach out if you have any interest in supplying art of any kind.

-Creator and editor

*Please note times for White House Call Line are in Pacific Standard Time”

Alt text:

First slide:

Picture of pink dried flower with stem with pink and green sequins on cream background, cover of “Radical Justice”: A zine written by a radical disabled/neurodivergent, queer of Portland; with contributions from other disabled, queer artists and advocates. Published

November 2023, Palestinian Aid Issue

Second slide: Text reads: “We acknowledge the First Nations people who are the custodians of the land on which this zine is published and contributed from:

Cayuse, Umatilla and Walla Walla

Stl’pulmsh (Cowlitz)

Clackamas

Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde

Confederated Tribes of Siletz Indians

We also thank our QTBIPOC members who have taken up disability and queer justice and care work before us and the groundwork they have laid and the rights they died for that we continue today as a community.” Text on cream background with three dried yellow and white varied flowers on too and three on bottom.

Third slide: Text reads: “To our Palestinian brothers,sisters, and gender diverse humans: we stand with you, always.” With a heart in the middle of the broken up words and surrounded by 6 varied dried flowers and leaves.

Fourth slide: A note on decolonization

We all benefit from enhancing and adding to the voices that call for decolonization and human rights.

Disabled/Neurodivergent and Queer communities especially, and ALL OF US benefit from doing what we can to fight oppression when we see it. Picture above on a swing with locks on it.

Fifth slide: Graphic reads “Where there is oppression, there will be resistance.” graphic by Poonam Whabi.

Below, an advertisement for a course called “Economics for Emancipation: A course on Capitalism, Solidarity, and How we get free”

Sixth slide:

Another picture of a Palestinian, masculine presenting child holding a sign with “Save Palestine” on it.

Google doc with resources on how to get more involved and resources for learning at https://bitly.ws/Y4ki.

Charities:

Medical Aid for Palestinians

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund

Medical Aid Pal

Podcast episodes:

Palestine Parts 1 & 2 with Sumatra Awad (author of “Palestine: A Socialist Introduction” by Upstream Podcast

Seventh slide: Picture of a pink flower with yellow inner seeds, under which the text reads: “A list of companies you should boycott that are funding Israel from BDS Movement.net

https://BDSmovement.net (more info about the differences here)”

Please see list from graphic below at this site as well. Text on top of graphic reads: “Act now against these companies profiting from the Genocide of the Palestinian People “

Eighth slide: Picture of a white flower in bottom right. Text reads: “Phone and Email Your Oregon US Representatives

House

1st district: Suzanne Bonamici

503-469-6010

2nd district: Cliff Bentz

541-249-4085​

3rd district: Earl Blumenauer

503-231-2300

4th district: Val Hoyle

202-225-6416

5th district: Lori Chavez-DeRemer

503-557-1324

6th district: Andrea Salinas

503-385-0906”

Text continued in the right side with, “Senate

Ron Wyden

503-326-7525

Jeff Merkley

503-326-3386

White House Call Line

(T-TH 8AM- 12PM)

202-456-1111

OR

202-456-1414”

Bottom reads, “Send auto Populated Emails Below:

http://tinyurl.com/defundisrael”

Ninth slide: Poem reads: ““Genocide is not a Jewish value”

Harsh comment,don’t you think?

“No”, says the slaughtered Palestinian family

that is, if they could speak

So we continue to be their voice until they get the justice that they seek

Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions

H it ‘em where it hurts

for “their” priorities lie in wealth and power, not a dead child’s hearse

Genocide Joe and those in power, please take a stance that prioritizes life over power

When history looks back , your human rights violations will surely be looked to as weakness and dour.”

Picture of a sunflower in bottom left

Tenth slide: Picture of life-like leaves taped to a photo peg board with sequins.

Text reads, “Tools for Re-centering:

Vagus Nerve Stimulation

Body Scan/Somatic Grounding

Progressive Muscle Relaxation

Feeling Wheel Reflection

Timed Processing

Yoga or Qui Gong

Box or 4-7-8 Breathing

Centering Meditations

Binaural Beats/8D Audio”

[xplot-buni]

April 24th, Sensory Overload | Don’t Yell At Me… Please

Relationship: Logan & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2025, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Sensory Overload, Original Character-centric

Word Count: 660

Summary

Lily-Anne's developing mutation comes with a lot of sounds and smells. For Whumpril 2025 Day 24 - Sensory Overload

Read on AO3

@whumpril

She hates being a mutant. Hates, hates, hates it! It came with so many problems that probably no one knows how to solve. Like just how loud the world really was.

Lily-Anne’s always been sensitive to sound. Always seemed to hear a bit more than others. It was awful.

But now? Now she really could, and it sucked ass. Not to mention the smells. Grass, asphalt, the rubber of the balls being passed around, and about three dozen sweaty kids.

She feels like crying. Or screaming. And as the kids around her continue on with their games, making so many noises that she just can’t stand, she needs to get away.

She gets up from where she was sitting on the side of the basketball court and runs, hands covering the two round ears on the sides of her head that were ruining her life. She can already hear the kids whispering about her, probably laughing and making fun of her. Like all the other kids at her old school did.

She’s glad the property of the mutant school is so big. It’s easy to get far away from everything. Easy to just find a spot far away and tuck her small body between the branches of a tree.

It’s only when she knows no one can hear or see her that she lets herself cry.

---

Lily-Anne’s calmed down a bit, her sobs and crying now quiet sniffles and tears slowly running down her face. Just a few more minutes to pull herself together, and she’ll get back to class.

Footsteps. Getting closer. Heavy. Smells like leather and smoke.

She turns her head, seeing one of the professor’s approaching. Wolverine, if she remembers correctly. She’s never directly interacted with him before, but she always hears kids talking about him and how cool he is.

He stops beneath the tree and looks up, right at her. She tries to obscure herself more. “Lily-Anne. That’s your name, right?”

Shit. She’s going to get yelled at. Of course she is, how could she think for a moment that she could just run off and hope to simply sneak back in. She’s so stupid, of course this was going to happen. Sooner or later she always got yelled at for having running off, or having one of her tantrums, or both.

The tears start again. Lily presses herself up against the trunk of the tree, her spotted tail wrapped tightly around her waist. “D-Don’t yell at me… Please…”

“I’m not going to yell at you, bub.” Wolverine’s voice is rough and raspy, but it’s also gentle, calm. “Come on down, I have somethin’ for ya.”

Lily looks over to him, slowly revealing herself from her hiding spot, and thinks it over for a moment before deciding to come down. She climbs out onto one of the branches and prepares to slide off of it. “Need any help there?” She shakes her head, then drops down, landing on her hands and knees.

She looks up at Wolverine, whose pulling a hand out of his pocket. Now that she’s this close, he’s a lot bigger than Lily first thought.

“Here.” He holds out a pair of earplugs to her. She looks at them for a moment, glances up at Wolverine, before quickly moving to grab them. “There’s some mutations that are more common than others. Like enhanced senses. Hank’s been tryna find something to help mutants like us. Those aren’t perfect, but he’s gotten it down pretty damn well.”

She places them in, cringing slightly at the feeling, but once she gets settled, all the background noise disappears. She can only just make out what Wolverine’s saying through the earplugs. She takes them back out, her ears flicking automatically. “Thanks.”

He nods. “You ready to get back now? I can show you some of the quieter routes.” Wolverine offers his hand out to Lily, who nods with a murmured ‘alright’ and lets him guide her back.

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Here's a prompt. Tails has has to go to a science convention they're usually filled with boring geezers and pretentious people who think they're "better." Tails is allowed to bring someone since Sonic won't go he asks Amy. While there they make fun of all the "leading minds and elites" Tails feels less alone having a friend there and gives his best presentation yet.

-Sing-songy- Prompts are on Shut-Down~! That means don’t click the IN-Boxxx~ It’s very fuuuullll~ I don’t have time, anymore~ So, leave it be! (-background choir- Yes, leave it be!) It needs to rest just like my aching fingers and headddd~ (She’s so behind!) I thank you for your timmmeeee~ For trusting me with your ideas! -kicks- I’ll keep trying to complete’em! -Kicks- I just need more of your patience, kiddo! (She’s tryin’!) So keep your head’s held high! I’ll post them on the fly! Just keep your eyes upon my channels and writing sittteeesss~ (She’ll work overtime!) For your smillleeessss~ -big finisher, water sprays everywhere, show girls hug my sides and pose as I spread my full arm-span out and lean my head back to belt the last bit. We then proudly freeze in place for photos.)

Prompt:

Tails stood with his enhanced plane mechanics dissected and laid simply upon the presentation table, feeling like a nervous kid at a science fair while older human men walk by to examine the scientific break-throughs, but only give his stall a glance before moving on.

For some reason, Tails didn’t realize that men of science would be that particularly interested in the ‘look’ of a presented scientific wonder than the actual ‘wonder of invention’ itself.

His script in hand for the later ‘speech’ segment of the convention, he twisted it repeatedly between his gloved hands… wringing it as it cried out crumbled sounds to match his withering self-confidence…

He looked at the ground, his mock-model plane displayed up on a model-stick, the paint beautiful, and his cards for explaining each ingenious piece of it’s refigured structure modeled on the table as well.

‘Well, if I could have flown it, they’d stop and stare, wouldn’t they!?’ He angrily continued to wring the life out of the twisted papers in his hands.

He turned to the table, no longer able to see what looked like a red bear of somekind come up to the panel, scratch his chin, and then nod and take his leave through the crowd flowing past his stall.

“Gah..!” He hit the table with both his hands, squinting his eyes closed, “They won’t even ask a single question or make a remark..!” He had no idea what they were thinking…

The memory of Sonic turning his back to him, whimsically stating that science fairs weren’t really his thing, and winking to him that he’ll do great replayed in his mind a moment… only making his fingers upon the table flinch and twitch at the insensitivity…

‘Did Sonic really believe in me..? Or was that his way of avoiding a ‘boring’ science convention?’ He sighed as he relaxed his tense arms to gently begin sliding off the table, as though losing hope, before a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Wow! It’s even more expansive than the X-Tornado, Tails!”

The sound of Amy’s voice lifted him up in surprise, as he turned around with almost tears of joy in his eyes, “Amy… When did you get here?!” He spread his arms out wide, his twin tails flopping excitedly to show his true emotions of having a friend there to support him in his time of need.

Amy, seeing that, giggled, and moved her souvenir science bag, given to all who paid ticket entry, to the front of her and off her shoulder, “I got your letter in the mail about it! Of course I’d come to cheer you on, Tails!” She looked around, “It must be kinda lonely… not knowing anyone…”

“Are you kidding!?” Tails raced to her side, looping an arm around her and pulling her down to his height, pointing, “That’s Dr. Yellow’s newest machine that protects against sun’s harmful rays! You put it in water and let it sit and absorb light away from skin, like a tractor beam!” He turned her abruptly, causing her to cry out a second in alarm, before pointing to another scientist, “That’s Dr. Uda Strainheart! She’s the top-leading scientist for genetic modification!!!”

He continued to explain, expound upon, and geek out over everyone in attendance.

Amy just sweatdropped a bit in his eager explanation, clearly meaning he hadn’t a friend in the world here, but didn’t dare stop listening and nodding to each of his excited rants about them.

“Wow, I’m glad to see such an amazing mix of talented men and women.” She gestured about, “Including my favorite… You~” She booped his nose.

He chuckled, blushing at her sweetness, “Thanks, Amy… To be honest, I wasn’t really intimidated… more embarrassed…” He bent his ears down, “I’ve always wanted to attend this convention with my own scientific breakthrough… but I… Ohhh… I don’t really feel competent anymore.” He lowered his head. “I don’t have amazing works like sun polarizing mechanics that can draw in harmful light beams, or even change the genetic makeup so a child doesn’t inherit a harmful disease… I just made a new and improved fighter plane that no one seems to think is really helpful to society at large…” He rotated his fingers around each other, “I think… I have to make some sort of contribution to ‘health and safety’ to really make people stop and stare at my work…”

Amy, hearing enough, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to the front of her, “Now look here, Mr. Miles Prower!” He looked greatly shocked by her using his full name. “What’s more safe than a machine that can go toe-to-toe with a Egg-Destroyer? With a cosmic meteor shower!? You’ve literally created a heroic piece of machinery to protect and defend the whole ‘health and safety’ of the ENTIRE PLANET!” She let him go and threw out her arms into the space above his head. “You’re a GENIUS, Tails! It’s the health and safety of the environment against deadly threats like robotic takeovers or literal levels of cataphoric anomalies the size of the extinction of dinosaurs! You gotta have more confidence in yourself, buddy!” She nudged his arm, and he couldn’t help but smile at the kindness of his dear friend.

“You… You really did read my letter…” He nodded, wiping a tear out of his eye, “Y-Yeah… I guess… I’m not so good at… umm… praising myself? I guess?” He looked at his shoddy, make-shift station to present his work…

“Then you’ve gotta sell your passionate love to make them all fall in love with you!” She got all riled up with fire in her eyes, holding up her fists and looking as though she was trying to set the entire convention up on a date with Tails…

“Uhhh… H-How do I do that? And not go that far, either…” He sweatdropped, forgetting who he was talking to…

“You gotta declare your love to the masses! So those other stingy, pompous scientist nerds have to recognize you no matter what!” Her enthusiasm made him cower back a second.

“E-Easy, Amy…” She jutted herself into his face as he tried to pull back.

“Come on, Tails! In order to win the hearts of those you care about and adore, you’ll have to make them admire and love you! And so,” She took his hand, racing towards the stage, “You gotta beat all the other hopeful suitors to the punchline!!!” She threw him on the stage, making him cry out as he wiggled his arms about but got his tails spinning to land on the stage.

“A-Amy!” He reached out for her, but she held up his plane, winking.

“Give it all you got, Tails!”

He lowered his ears again, looking to see everyone now staring at him, turning to face him and corral around the stage.

“Uhh… uhhhhhhhh-AH!” He was suddenly shot with a spotlight, and all eyes were on him.

He nervously tried to unfold his paper, shrieking silently to himself when his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at seeing that his wringing behavior from nerves and frustration caused the sweat of his hands to bleed out the script, the words now smearing with the ink all over his gloves.

He hadn’t noticed… what will he do now!?

“Ah, That’s…” Amy’s eyes noticed something above the stage, “Sonic! Spin into this!!!” She threw the plane into the air.

“Ah! Sonic!?” Tails looked above his head, turning around to see a blue spinball go to bash against the toy plane. “Woah! Uhh… Initiate astroid protocol!” He cried out, as the plane began to transform and fire out fake firepower towards Sonic, looking like foam missiles and the like.

Some were just artistically recreated versions of the actual equipment on it.

Tails swiped out his hand holding the script, no longer needing it, “Advance!”

The Plane wobbled a second before boosters shot out, two on each end, and it’s wings flipped to reveal a set of two on each end.

“Now, defeeenndddd!!!” Tails cried out, as Amy rushed up where Sonic was spindashing, holding her arms out wide as the plane’s wings spread out and a photo-realistic projection showed a pink grid screen effect, a wide shield as it then fired out more attacks onto the spinning hedgehog.

Tails watched as Sonic proved his trust in his friend’s abilities, and gave that model plane all of his furious, highspeed shredding.

The crowd went into awe, gasping at the marvel, as the plane pushed against a massive force and held its place perfectly in the air. Its position never wavered, its armor never tore, and Amy smiled at seeing the sparks coming off of its hide, knowing Sonic wasn’t just doing this for show, but was also giving everything he had to the model plane.

“Hit it BACCCCKK!!!” Tails threw himself back, shouting with every bit of passion he had and knowing his invention would hold.

The Plane then turned its boosters in on eachother, and with the four flames becoming a singular, strong entity… The plane shoved with a fierce propulsion Sonic’s spinball up and through the convention’s roof.

“That asteroid returned to a new orbit.” Amy winked and saluted, “Thanks to the amazing and masterful hand of my dear friend,” She then held out her hand to gesture to Tails on the stage, “The youngest inventor of ingenuity yet! A marvel of humility! Miles ‘Tails’ Prower!”

Immediately, people were scrambling to the edge of the stage, crying out, “Oh, Mr. Prower! Mr. Prower!?” Trying to grab at his attention first to ask their questions.

The little toy plane slowly flew down as Amy moved up to gently catch it, “Great job, little buddy.” She smiled at it, then looked up proudly to Tails as he was clambered with scientific enthusiasts and minds all wanting to hear more about his great invention.

Amy then looked up to see Sonic’s head silouetted by the light of the outside crater left in the rooftops, his face darkened by him looking down, before slowly moving off and away.

She heard the similar sound of speeding away, and gently closed her eyes with that same kind smile. ‘Thank you… For not letting Tails down, Sonic.’ She sent almost a silent prayer of gratitude to him, before looking back to Tails who was being tugged left and right, the crowd going bonkers and nuts for him.

“Ah! Hey! O-One at a time!!! Form a line! Form. A. LINE!” She summoned her hammer and began to defend him, still holding the plane like a baby cradled in her arms. Her face turned scary and the people quickly moved back, giving the stage some space.

“Now, you first, please.” Amy used her hammer to direct everyone’s attention to a young girl, who put her hands together as her eyes sparkled towards Tails.

“Mr. Prower… Does your invention have a name?”

Tails smiled, nodding, “It does.” He looked to the crater as the Sonic X sound-music just before the end of an episode began to play. “It’s called… The Sonic-Striker!”

Truth be told, he hadn’t actually named it yet… Now he had the perfect name for it!

Next convention, he had a pink and blue model made, one called the Rose-Courge, and the other… Sonic-Striker Mark II. It was displayed that the Rose-Courage was a support system for the Sonic-Striker Mark II… and a newer model was being created for astronomical storms predicted for future times against the climate-changes threatening natural disasters… The Tails-Pride.

[alexglower]

Deepchord Presents Echospace - Liumin (2010)

backlit airport LCD, up while everyone's asleep, neon sign behind some fog, modern techno travelogue

Ring the bell! We have another Alex-approved ambient classic on our hands. Numerous field recordings flatten urban Japan to little sonic Polaroids---trains rattle and pipes hiss and rain falls and crowds of people murmur in the background like relaxed spectators---that are then stacked so high as to become skyscrapers again, reconstructing the city like one of those digital mosaics where every piece is its own tiny photograph. On top of all these crackly sounds are the requisite "minimal techno" synth pads, thick in the middle and low ends so as to further muddy the already-impressionistic image.

This resulting huge mass is cut down to size by some unassuming yet powerful kick drums. They slice through the field recordings like God's knife through the Grand Canyon, laying bare the constituting layers so clearly that the whole sonic assemblage feels as minimal as any individual piece.

"Sidechain compression" is the name of this specific process, wherein one instrumental track (typically the one reserved for the kick drum) is used to periodically lower the volume of another track. Whenever the volume of Track A rises above a certain threshold, the volume of Track B quickly dips out, then fades back in.

Ambient music often utilizes fades, either to transition between sections of a song (as Éliane Radigue often did), or to fade in and out of the larger track itself. This latter use of fading positions the track as existing outside the listener's periphery, with the fade in being the moment the track happens to enter their view, and the fade out being the moment it leaves.

With sidechain compression, this fading process happens multiple times a second, as if the listener is being constantly reintroduced to the same track. That repetition, aside from easing the listener into a trance-like state, also encourages a person to see the composite parts of a track as they slide back into place. It's sort of like The Disintegration Loops, where layers of a sample are slowly stripped away through repetition, except much faster and in reverse: the track is rebuilt from the ground up over 120 times a minute.

The trance-like state is far from incidental. Liumin, being a sort of travelogue, makes extensive use of train noises, in particular the rattling of train tracks. This rhythmic shaking and thumping is like a non-techno techno song, and is utilized across Liumin as a rhythmic anchor. Like all techno, the driving force of the kick drum makes the listener feel like they're going somewhere, with the various train noises of course accentuating this. But Liumin doesn't offer much of a destination, instead luxuriating in that liminal space of travel.

I'm reminded of the seminal early ambient techno piece E2-E4, which Manuel Göttsching made on the fly and listened to on a personal trip. And I'm thinking of The KLF's Chill Out, which is like Liumin but for the English and American countrysides instead of Japan, complete with various train noises and throbbing techno beats.

Liumin is particularly fascinating to me in that it charts a clear progression from its stylistic predecessors. Techno is a genre beholden to technological progress. It is rigidly simple, and this simplicity is enhanced by new audio editing software in the way digital photography is enhanced by new cameras that can take pictures in 800k or something. Every new audio effect Ableton adds lets producers make their kick drums and synths even more specific, lets them carve out a space within the small niche that is four-on-the-floor minimal dance music. Liumin is a lot simpler than Chill Out, but it feels so much clearer for it.

"Pure" ambient, on the other hand, has been making lateral moves for many years up to this point. It's largely idea- and vibes-based, so the only barrier to making something "new" is coming up with a new idea, an idea that typically could have been realized had it come about any time in the past decade. Ambient music released in 1990 and ambient music released in 2000 can sound very different, but that doesn't mean the music from 2000 sounds more "advanced," just that the two pieces are based on different ideas.

So all of this is to say that Liumin is an amazing album. It's futuristic and liminal and all the other buzzwords. Listen to this if you love trains or Place, Japan.