we do love a cup of tea

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@directedbyzacksnyder first of all I would like to thank you for putting into words what I have struggled with.

In case anyone doesn’t know, Justice League director, Zack Snyder, recently announced that he would be stepping down from the project due to a family tragedy.

Snyder only announced this because knowing the internet he knew that if he had simply said he was stepping down, loads of bloggers and clickbait websites would have gone on to write inaccurate articles about how “Hack Snyder ruins the DCEU once again”, or “WB finally washes its hand of Zack before he creates another disaster.”

Over the years it’s become incredibly clear that critics and bloggers have used their opinion on Snyder to become nothing but massive jerks.

And in doing so not only have these bloggers, websites posted incredibly hurtful stories about Zack but they’ve taken it to a personal level.

Just yesterday I got into a huge argument with a Critic, who I once had massive respect for, because she decided to make a terrible joke about how she was completely confident that Zack Snyder hated his mother.

Look I understand that Zack isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, hey I consider myself a fan and even I don’t love all of his work.

But please, please, can we stop with the massive personal attacks on this guy. Snyder is a kind man who every single person who has worked with him has praised to the high heavens for being a gentleman. And many actress​ have said that if it wasn’t for him they would have quit acting.

He’s not a misogynist, or some Right Wing Ayn Rand obsessed psychopath, or some edgelord who wants to ruin your childhood.

He’s just a guy who has feelings just like us and that often gets forgotten about.

Right now Snyder needs some time to make peace with a family tragedy and a kind word could a long way. And if you can’t do that feel free to say nothing at all. You have already proven your character.

Romance Manga

Here are some fabulous shojo romance choices to keep you warm and cuddly! Enjoy! (No particular order)

Haru No Ride

Reason to read: The struggles the characters face are real. Futaba struggles with her identity, and Kou with his family and self-worth. We get to see these two characters fall in love and get many satisfying romantic moments! 


Wolf Girl and Black Prince 

Reason to read: At first, I wasn’t a fan of this one, but I am glad I gave it a second chance because this manga is freaking fantastic. The dynamic between the two has a rocky start but romance and reciprocated feelings soon ensure. Another great thing is that this manga actually mentions (and may in the future show) sex, unlike many shojo that tend to pretend that it does not exist. 


Ouran High School Host Club 

Reason to read: If you haven’t seen the fabulous anime, then go watch it and come back and read it. Your welcome. If you have seen it, then we all know what that final scene was missing. Do not fret! For this manga continues the antics and the romance! Everything from the characters to the plot are perfect in this manga and I can say with complete confidence that this manga has the most satisfying, heart-warming ending of any manga I have ever read. 


Nodame Cantabile 

Reason to read: I do not play an instrument and have never listened to classical music, but this manga gave me a profound appreciation for that world. Nodame is by far the most unique and interesting heroine I have come across in manga, and her relationship with Chiaki is great because the love takes a while to blossom, but that makes it a lot sweeter. There is a 3 season long anime series that I watched and enjoyed and I actually do believe that watching it might be a better option because this show does involve music, but the manga has a lot of spicy details that are fun to come back to after watching! 


Hibi Chouchou 

Reason to read: This manga is not everyone’s cup of tea, but those who like it LOVE it! The reason this manga polarizes people is because both protagonists are extremely quiet and shy, so we get a lot of glimpses into their thoughts and wishes, but not a lot of actual dialogue. The reason everyone should give it a try is because it really is an accurate depiction of the struggles of shy love and is really well drawn and cute.  


Kamisama Hajimemashita 

Reason to read: Nanami proves that a cute face and dainty demeanor does not define her level of strength. Tomoe and her relationship grow so naturally and the special circumstances they are in makes the reader really want to root for them. 


Horimiya 

Reason to read: Hori and Miyamura show each other sides of themselves that no one knows and they become essential parts of each others lives. They are so freaking cute together!


Your Lie in April 

Reason to read: First of all, I REALLY recommend watching the anime first. Our protagonists are musicians so if you actually want to hear their music, the anime is the best option. I would recommend reading the manga after watching the anime if you want to relive the pain good feelings. The strange thing about this show/manga is that technically, it is categorized as a “shonen” which automatically makes me think of lots of boobs and butts, but this show is an innocent and lovely choice for any reader! WARNING: sadness inside. 


Kaichou wa Maid Sama! 

Reason to read: Misaki is one of the most kick-ass girl characters. She juggles being the student council president with great grades and a job at a maid cafe all while her home life crumbles. Usui and Misaki are one of my favorite manga couples because they truly deserve each other! 


Akagami no Shirayukihime 

Reason to read: Shirayuki may look like a weakling, but she is actually mentally strong and incredibly brave. I have not read too much of this manga yet, but so far I like what I see, and since I always spoil stuff for myself, I know for a fact that love is around the river bend! 


Cherry Boy, That Girl 

Reason to Read: First of all, this is a Korean manhwa, not a manga, so you read it left to right. This freaking work of art…I love this manhwa. It has it all, twists, turns, love, deceit, tricks, and treats galore, all wrapped up in fully colored chapters!


Last Game

Reason to read: OMGGGGG. It all started when Kujou knocked Yanagi off of his high-horse by beating him in almost everything: school, sports, and the like. Yanagai was one of those boys who has talent, but mostly gets what he wants because he is rich. Then Kujou comes out of nowhere and with her ordinary, plain-jane looks steals his pride without really trying at all. From that moment, Yanagi has followed Kujou to high school and now college to try to win the Last Game. Yanagi is the true gem of this manga because unlike in many shojo romances, it is actually told from the boy’s perspective and the boy falls in love first. 


Special A

Reason to read: This is literally the epitome of the classic “competition –> love” scenario…and I love it. The charm of this manga is all of the different love stories that blossom between all of the other characters. There is a good anime for this show, but the manga is a tad better.    

We drink a cup of tea, but we do not know we are drinking a cup of tea. We sit with the person we love, but we don’t know that she is there. We walk, but we are not really walking. We are someplace else, thinking about the past or the future. The horse of our habit energy is carrying us along, and we are its captive. We need to stop our horse and reclaim our liberty. We need to shine the light of mindfulness on everything we do, so the darkness of forgetfulness will disappear.
— 

Thich Nhat Hanh

Thich Nhat Hanh gems

Do you ever think about what it will be like for us shippers and just readers of fanfiction in general when we are old. And I mean like 90 years old, in case we get the privilege to live that long.

Do you ever think about the fact that after all the challenges of life you will have been through, all the pain and suffering and laughter and love you will have felt, you will be sitting in a squishy armchair, perhaps a cup of tea in one hand and a phone or tablet in the other and you will stumble upon one of your favourite fics that you read when you were still so, so young.

You will begin to read it, a warm feeling of nostalgia will overwhelm you as if someone had lit a warm fire in your old and bruised body. And you will smile and laugh and cry with your favourite stories again, all the more precious this time because you know life is running out for you and this might very well be the last time you get to feel these words about your favourite people in your favourite imaginary world. 

It will remind you of all the stories you’ve read, where you read them, what they taught you and how much more beautiful your life was because of them. At that moment you won’t regret a thing in your life, because, no matter what you’ve been through, it has all led to this wonderful humbling feeling of love.

lovingstyles87  asked:

What do you think Harry would have planned for the day when you first introduce him to your toddler daughter? Dad!Harry always gets me!!

*** This is edited and written on mobile but I think I might take this further and write a series! I love Dad!harry too, he is so wonderful 😭 thank you!!! Requests are still open :) ***

Tea Party

You heard a knock on the front door of you flat, and your heart skipped a few beats. You’d been waiting for this day for a while now, and you were suddenly hesitant about it.

It was just Harry, but this was also your little girl.

“C'mon, bug, let’s go see who’s here,” you said softly, playing with her small brown curls. Her hands reached up to you, signaling that she wanted to be held. You obliged and picked her up, making your way to the door.

With one big breath, you tried to shake the nerves so diligently pulsing through your entire body, making you nervous. You didn’t know why though – you loved Harry and he loved you; you shouldn’t be so scared.

Opening the door, you were met with a big smile from Harry and his eyes bore into yours, filled with excitement and compassion.

“Hi there, pet,” he said.

You felt your daughter immediately try to hide in your neck, body pressed tightly to yours as if Harry was the scariest person she’d ever seen. You laughed, “Bug, what’s gotten into you?”

You stepped out of the way to let Harry in and shut the door behind him.

“How was the drive over?” you asked, rubbing your daughter’s back in small circles.

“Was pretty nice, traffic wasn’t a problem either,” Harry said as he walked over to your couch, plopped down, and patted the spot next to him.

You followed and sat, hoping she would warm up to the idea of a stranger in her house soon. She wasn’t normally this scared of others…

You pulled her off of your chest and turned her to sit on your lap, facing Harry. He sat there and smiled, knowing that she was nervous and didn’t try and make any sudden moves.

“Bug, this is Harry,” you told her, stroking through her hair and held her hand with your free one, “can you say hi?”

She looked up at you with big doe eyes, still silent, and then back at Harry.

“Hi,” the tiniest voice squeaked out.

“Well hello there,” Harry murmured warmly, “it’s nice to meet yeh.”

She smiled a little but then almost immediately went back to hugging your torso, face buried in your shirt. You chuckled; she never put on this much of a show for anyone else.

“Bug?” Harry asked and waited for her to turn.

She didn’t at first, and he called her again, “Hey there, bug?”

Your daughter timidly turned to face him, looking up through his eyelashes.

“Your Mumma was telling me about your dolls, could you show me those?”

Her face lit up, “Yeah! Momma can we?”

She jumped off of the couch, almost an entirely different little girl, and grabbed your hand. You laughed, “whoa there bug, they’re not going anywhere!”

You turned to Harry and mouthed “thank you” before getting pulled down the hall to your daughter’s room. He followed the both of you, smiling to himself as he watched you interact with your daughter.

You soon found yourselves seated on the floor of a very pink bedroom, being shown all of the toys and dolls and books and dresses that she had. You mostly sat and watched, as Bug was showing Harry all of the toys. He soon had a pile of stuffed animals and books at his side, and a small tiara on his head.

“That’s for princesses, Mumma tells me that I’m gonna be one someday,” she would tell him, words stumbling out of her mouth with excitement.

He turned to you, grinning, and then back to her, “I think you are already one,”

The three of you spent the morning like this, it must have gone on for nearly an hour. It was the most at peace you’d felt in a while – you all fit together so perfectly. Harry knew that Bug meant a lot to you and the way he played with her and talked with her really made your heart swell.

You were shaken out of this fairytale-like setting by your phone, ringing shrilly. You sighed when you picked it up and saw your boss’s number on the screen.

“Are you okay to sit with her?” You asked Harry, defeat evident in your eyes.

“Of course,” he said, nodding his head, “do whatever you need. M'here as long as yeh need me.”

You pushed off of the floor and took the phone call out in the hall. You heard Bug giggling back in her room and Harry softly talking to her, probably reading a book.

It wasn’t a very long phone call, but your boss needed you at work. They were slammed and didn’t have enough employees to cover for the day. You agreed, knowing you needed the hours, and sighed when you hung up.

Walking back to your daughter’s room, you heard a ‘clink!’ and Harry talking in a higher pitched voice. You turned the corner and held back a laugh when you saw him seated at a small table, knees nearly to his chest sitting in such a tiny table. He still had the tiara in his hair, but this time was wearing a clip-on earring and had a dress-up purse in his lap. Bug had set up her tea set that she loved dearly and begged to play with almost every day. She was wearing a big princess dress and was daintily sipping on a pretend cup of tea.

Harry looked up at you and smiled, absolutely loving every second of this.

“Do you need to go?” He whispered over to you.

You sighed again and nodded your head.

“You don’t have to watch her, I can call a sitter and we –” you started.

“No, s'fine,” he cut you off, “she’s much happier here, I can tell.

“Plus, we haven’t even properly had our tea party yet.”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re ridiculous!”

He just sat there grinning, nodding along with Bug’s monologue she’d come up with. Today it was all about princesses and Harry was the Prince.

“Bug,” you called over to her, “Mumma has to go to work, can you stay with Harry?”

Her eyes grew wide and she jumped up and down, “Yes! Yes mumma yes!”

She ran up to you and hugged your legs, and then went right back to playing.

Harry looked back to you and nodded, mouthing the words “we’ll be fine,” to you.

You teared up a bit, knowing that she was in good hands. It wasn’t out of sadness, but out of relief and joy. She bonded with Harry so well and it just worked. He was the perfect puzzle piece for your messy life. And he wanted nothing more than to be a part of it.

anonymous asked:

C-could you please not reblog art where the characters are white washed? You recently reblogged one where Lance is borderline but Hunk is pretty pasty. Thank you.

Sigh. This isn’t what I wanted to write about tonight. That said, maybe it’s time.

I think I’ve made it clear that this is an anti-discourse blog. That includes race discourse. I think it’s a side of fandom that has done MUCH more harm than good, and I would like it to go away entirely. I understand why it exists, and I would never tell someone else how to use their time, but I will not agree and I will not engage.

I think I know which art piece you’re talking about. The artist was using a rather pastel color palette. It looked like the paladins were sitting in a bright patch of sunlight, relaxing and hanging out together in a lovely room. And that’s all. Yes, Hunk and Lance’s skin tones were lighter than they are in the show. But so was everything. It was clearly an artistic choice and I have no problem with it.

I’m sorry it bothered you. But I’m not going to delete the post. Neither do I intend to keep an eagle eye out in the future to avoid “white-washed” fandom art and avoid reblogging it. I’m sorry if that’s an issue for you. Feel free to unfollow me. I’m not going to train myself to look for problems.

I think the entire mentality in recent years of fandom in general and the Voltron fandom in particular to hunt down “problematic” fan creators and punish them is not only awful and damaging and unhealthy, but also dangerous in a way. Most of the things fans are complaining about their fellow fans doing wrong, or even the show itself, are very minor. By searching so hard for things to be offended about, by finding them and reinforcing them with likeminded fans and working yourself up into a frenzy over them, you are TRAINING yourself to be offended. You are teaching your brain to be pleased and satisfied when you find things that upset you, because the rush of energy and anger feels good. And that just makes you find more and more and more.

This is not a good road to go down. It leads to misery. It leads to depression. It leads to believing that the world is awful and only getting worse, and no matter how much you fight it you can never make a difference, because there’s always going to be some other “problematic” thing to get worked up over. And it’s just going to keep getting worse and worse.

It’s the same way I feel about the “microaggression” thing you hear about in the larger American culture. Racism is bad, and I hate it. But someone asking where you’re from? Not racism. Most of those things I see listed as microagressions are tactless and a little rude, but they aren’t crimes. By teaching ourselves that they are, we’re only making things worse and worse for ourselves and for each other. Morgan Freeman said it best. The best way to cure racism is not to seek it out and decry it, but to find commonalities and learn to love each other instead. You’ll never change a racist by yelling “RACIST!” at them over and over until they shut up. That just makes them hide away in likeminded communities and discuss how awful you are and how abused they are and how they’re right in every bad thing they’ve ever thought about you. You change a racist by showing them that we’re all the same, and our differences are things to be enjoyed and celebrated and shared, not sequestered and hoarded and gloated over like gems.

This is something you learn in therapy for mental illnesses like PTSD and depression, by the way. It’s similar to the counseling I got. Part of the problem with PTSD is hypervigilance, the way your brain is constantly on the look out for things that threaten you. The more you notice, the more tense and alert you become, and then you see more. It’s the same thing with the whole fandom callout culture. I worry a lot about kids who come into the internet fandom bright-eyed and happy, eager to share and discuss the things they love, only to be beaten down by these eagle-eyed folks who see problems everywhere they look that need to be attacked. And these kids are learning to fall in with the crowd, because not to do so is literally dangerous to their mental and emotional health.

We need to train ourselves in the opposite direction. We need to learn to accept each other with a few little bumps and bobbles here and there. If you have criticism to offer, do so, but in a constructive way. And if the creator doesn’t agree, accept that. Accept that their work is just not your cup of tea, and move on with your day. You will be much happier and healthier for it, I promise.

One of my fandom friends was basically hounded out of the Voltron fandom with hate messages she got for one of her fics. The reason? Lance wasn’t Latino enough. Because he was singing showtunes with Blue instead of more “Latin” songs, I think was the crux of the complaints. Mind, this was before he was even revealed to be Cuban, so it was based entirely on fanon. This friend of mine is biracial and grew up in a mixed Latino family. Her godson is a gay Latino, and she based the characterization of Lance on him, because he loves showtunes and his relationship with his partner reminds her of Lance and Keith. The persecution of this friend of mine based on her artistic choices in a cute little ficlet about Lance and Blue having fun together still upsets me and breaks my heart. I want it to end.

I’m sorry if this little essay offended anyone. As I said, feel free to unfollow me if my stance makes you uncomfortable. I hold no grudges. But this is something I feel quite strongly about, and I’m not going to change. And congrats if you read this whole thing! It was quite a piece.

The Hearts We Take, The Ice We Break (Jughead x Reader)

“Can you do a Jughead imagine where the reader and jug breakup and the gang take his side, and in loneliness she tries to kill herself ( like what Cheryl does in the finale ) and jughead saves her?“ –Anonymous

Warnings: Implied sexual abuse, suicide ideation, and suicide attempt.

Listen To: “All I Want”, Kodaline


You were the perfect girl, to the outsider’s eye. A River Vixen, a good student, a good friend, a beautiful girl. You didn’t have the vindictiveness of Cheryl, or the reputation of Veronica, or even the pretentiousness of Betty. You laughed at the right times, smiled just enough, and never showed up to school with smudged eyeliner or a hair out of place.

When you’d moved to Riverdale High, everyone had their eyes on you. When you suddenly asked Jughead Jones III, the boy who sat next to you in English class, to go to Pop’s with you, everyone was shocked. Including him.

Jughead quickly learned that there was more to you than meets the eye. You immediately delved into talking to him about deep philosophical topics, complicated film theories, and general snarking about the surrounding town. Combined with your beautiful appearance and kind nature, he was enthralled. He almost unconsciously uttered an invitation to go steady with him. You immediately said yes.

You’d been dating for a few months now. You were over the moon with happiness. Every day, you’d walk into school clinging to your boyfriend’s arm. You’d plant a kiss on his cheek before every class, and take pictures with him every chance you got. Your Instagram was plastered with selfies of the two of you, filled with comments of “#couplegoals” from classmates from your old school, more times than you could count.

While you were elated, Jughead felt differently. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the school following his back. Ever since his suspected involvement in Jason’s murder and his huge fight with Betty one year ago, he knew everyone thought he was a freak. Coupled with his newfound relationship to the new town sweetheart, he’d made you into a target, too.

It started out with whispered comments in the hallway, which you brushed off. “They’re just jealous of you, Juggie,” you said with a smile.

Then, things got physical.

“You need to step away from that Southside trash. I’ll show you what a real man is like, (Y/N),“ Reggie said, cornering you in the empty locker room. You tried to run, but he grabbed your arms and shoved you against a locker, mashing his lips into your hungrily.

“Jughead!“ You screamed. You knew Jughead waited for you every day after cheer practice to walk you home. Reggie plastered one hand over your mouth, another creeping up your skirt.

The door swung open, Jughead standing in the doorway.

Wordlessly, with a look that could kill, Jughead pulled Reggie off of you and punched his lights out. Being a star football player, it merely earned Reggie a reprimand from the coach, while Jughead earned slew of detentions.

Needless to say, Veronica and Betty were furious at what had happened to you, and got to work in earning your justice. Jughead had other things on his mind. He seemed more distant, more distracted.


One day, you couldn’t take it anymore. Jughead no longer returned your kisses. He avoided pictures. There wasn’t that same warmth in his eyes.

“Jug, we should talk,“ you said, crossing your legs on your bed.

“Yeah, we should.“ Jughead never met your eyes. “I… I think we should break up.“

Your eyes widened. “…what?”

Jughead gulped. He had been rehearsing this conversation with Archie for a week. Jughead no longer wanted you to suffer because of your relationship with him. “I’m not good for you, (Y/N). You deserve a lot better, and…” He took a breath, preparing to say the lie that Archie said was necessary for you to let go. “I… I don’t love you anymore.”

Jughead expected screaming, crying. Instead, your eyes went to your hands in your lap. “…okay, Jughead. Okay.”

Before he could change his mind. Jughead stood jerkily, and walked to the door.

With his back facing you, he said, voice steadied, “Be good, okay?”

Softly, you repeated, “Okay, Jughead. Okay.”

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Never Again.

Characters: Erik x Reader, Charles.

Warnings: Physical violence, mentions abusive relationships, swearing.

Authors Note: I do not support any form of abuse in any kind of relationship. If you are in an abusive relationship, or know someone who is in one, please seek help. Thank you @mm277me for the request.

It was a particularly quiet day.

You were sitting in your king-sized bed drinking a warm cup of lemon water. Gazing out the enormous window, the golden sun peaked through the trees, the rays illuminating your skin. Wearing only underwear and your love’s shirt, relaxation flowed through you. In the midst of day dreaming your mind snapped back to muffled yelling and a sudden slam of the door.

“Erik?” No one answered back.

“Erik,” you asked again, with still no response.

You set your cup down on the mahogany nightstand and shuffled into the den. Erik was hunched over the dining table, back facing you, his muscles stretching his shirt. He was heaving as his fists were clenched together.

“Erik,” you whispered.

Erik exhaled a frustrated breath and shook his head.

“Erik, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured.

“I woke up ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen,” you replied. You carefully walked up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder, “what’s buggin’ you, baby?”

He replied flatly, “Shaw.”

“Charles brought it up again, didn’t he.”

“He doesn’t understand, I have to stop him. He killed my mother.”

“He doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He doesn’t want to fight.”

“He doesn’t want you to bite off more than you can chew.”

“Are you actually defending him,” Erik turns to you, “ of all people?”

“I don’t want you to go after Shaw either, not right now.”

“Why,” Erik growled, “because you couldn’t handle a bit of blood either?”

“Excuse me?”

Erik began to prey on you causing you to walk back into the bedroom, him inches away as he growled, “ you know Charles wants you, and you know he could influence you if he wanted to.

You were brought to a halt by the foot board of the bed, “I know that he wants me, but he can’t influence me, and you can’t beat Shaw, not today.”

He latched onto your wrists and pinned them against the wall.

“You’re weak,” he snarled in your ear, “you’re weak and you know it.”

“Let me go Erik.”

“What do you think you’re gonna do, huh? What do you think would happen?”

You could feel his hands strangling the circulation out of yours, with great pain you pleaded, “Erik, please stop, it hurts,”

You fought to get out of his claws but the grip tightened.

“Get the fuck off me!” You then kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, winded, and tried to run. Erik pounced on you and grabbed you by the shoulders bringing you down with him. The two of you began to scuffle, rolling around on the floor until you managed to get on top of him and pin him down this time. You punched him twice, as hard as possible, making his nose bleed.  

Erik was out cold and you sprung up to successfully escape.

You were speeding through the hallways and corridors to get as far away as possible.

About to run out into the gardens a pair of hands reached out to you, “stop, what are you doing?”

You froze in your tracks to the sight of Charles, he rushed to you, “what’s going on? What happened?”

You stuttered, “I was in my bed, then a I heard a - and he came - and we - then he - then I - and he’s on floor and now I’m - and I -”

“Shhh,” Charles whispered, placing his hands on either shoulder,”  don’t worry, love, I’m here.”

You nodded, still winded.

“Come with me and we’ll talk after some tea, yeah?”

“O-okay.”

Charles sat you down in the kitchen and made you a cup of chamomile tea, “here,” he said, “this should help you relax.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“Now, what happened.”

“I was in bed a-and he came in, and was just so angry about Shaw. Then, before I knew it, he was holding me against the wall, then I pinned him to the floor and punched him, then I ran and now I’m here, a-a-and…”

“You don’t have to go on,” he assured.

You looked to him and saw guilt in eyes, ”its not your fault,” you said.

“Maybe not, but you still got hurt pretty bad.”

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted.

“I beg to differ,” Charles pointed.

You looked down to see purple marks on your wrists, bruises from Erik’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged.

Charles scowled, “and this has never happened before?”

“No, never.”

“Well if this keeps happening you need to let him go, I don’t want this to turn into abuse.”

“Believe me,” you laughed coldly, “he wouldn’t be around if it was.”

“Well, good,” Charles nodded.

You spent the next few days in Charles’ quarters. You slept in his bed while he took the couch in the other room. He insisted and you couldn’t say no. Charles granted you a vacation from training but you would look out his window to see Banshee flying around ever so often and the occasional red flash coming from Alex.

The fight kept replaying in your mind, everything happened so fast. The blood, the bruises, the yelling. It was a 24 hour news reel of pain and regret and despair.

You started to weep, “Erik, Erik…”

Your tears were interrupted by a creaking doorway, you wiped the droplets away, not knowing who it was that was sauntering towards you.

“Erik…”

“Darling, I’m so sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and into his arms, sobbing, “I’m sorry too.”

“I shouldn’t be in here but I had to see you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Charles told me to leave you alone, but I just couldn’t.”

You chuckled, “you made the right choice.”

“Please forgive me, baby.”

“I do, of course I do,” you looked up to him and you changed your tone,” but if you do this again you’re gone.”

“Of course, darling, of course. Never again,” he cried.

Hand in hand you went back to your room, laughing and kissing one another.

Charles was leaning in a doorway, watching you cheerily walk with Erik. He sighs and walks outside to check on the other’s training.


Requests and Submissions are open + Masterlist.

In Service of the King

Me and @xnoctits​ used to joke about Noct being a pillow princess but then she had to go and catch feelings for him which in turn lead us to giving him better sex headcanons. I for one will always remember Pillow Princess Noct. Gone But Not Forgotten. RIP. January 2017 – March 2017 (Or whenever this woman caught them feels officially lmao).

Anyway, NSFW headcanons coming in for the sleepy prince.

As as per requested, Gladio’s will be posted sometime later tonight!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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  • Blake/Ren: *Trying to read in peace.*
  • Cardin and his team: Hey Fairy and Furry. It's is our table. Why don't you two beat it Before-
  • Ren: That's their job. *Turns a page of his book*
  • Cardin: Huh? *He raises an eyebrow, Noticing it getting hotter and flashes of light behind him and his team.*
  • Blake: And they are really good at it. *Blake turned a page of her book when Cardin hears his teammate scream followed by loud bone cracking and smashing.
  • Cardin: *When He turns around he immediately begind to sweat as she see Nora and Yang both sparking with lightening and flames as his teammates lay on the floor with broken legs.* Oh fuck.
  • Nora: Soooooo Cardin. You called MY BOYFRIEND a fairy huh? *Nora Smiled as she rested her hammer on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: And MY GIRFRIEND a Furry? *Yang also smiled with red eyes as she cracked her knuckle.*
  • Cardin: I... I...
  • Nora: Yang Would you like to do the honors of BREAKING HIS LEGS? *Nora Asked her friend Sweetly.*
  • Yang: Oh Nora You are too kind. But lets share shall we. After all, *Yang replied just as sweet as she cocked her gauntlet.* He's got three.
  • Cardin: Th-Three?... oh no. *Cardin whimpered before screaming in pain as Nora and Yang processed to break his legs and third leg.*
  • Ren: *Meanwhile Ren and Blake sit unphased by Cardin's screams as they raise their cups of tea.* To out girlfriends.
  • Blake: They be the best whom we love so much. *Blake said tapping her cup with Ren and take a sip.*
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The Royal Romance

Inside Choices is a behind-the-scenes blog from the Pixelberry team. Got any suggestions for future blog posts? Let us know!

It’s been an exciting few weeks at Pixelberry! Spring is in full bloom, and with it, we’ve seen the release of the newest The Crown & The Flame book and Endless Summer’s grand finale – and yes, Endless Summer: Book 2 is currently in the works.

But that’s not all we’ve got in store for you! We just released The Royal Romance, a thrilling whirlwind of love that doubles as a spin-off of Rules of Engagement. It’s the first of several new books we’re hoping to unveil throughout the spring and summer.

The Choices team is pretty much constantly hard at work on current and future books… but I did manage to snag the two writers from The Royal Romance for a quick chat:

Let’s hit the basics first. What is The Royal Romance about?

Jennifer: ‘The Royal Romance’ is about a normal girl who has one magical night with a prince and makes the spontaneous decision to travel to his kingdom to try to win his heart. But will you end up with him or fall for someone else along the way?

Kara: We’ll sometimes start off with a guideline, kind of like a one-line prompt. For Rules of Engagement, for example, our goal was something more dramatic than The Freshman and following four different characters. For The Royal Romance, our premise was to write a fish-out-of-water romance about a normal girl who gets swept into the world of royalty. We knew we wanted there to be some kind of competition element to it, so what we ended up with was something like a cross between The Bachelor and The Prince and Me–all of the thrill of falling in love with the adventure of traveling and trying to compete for the person you love.

It’s always fun spotting the crossovers in different Choices books and seeing the universe grow. How did you settle on the idea of creating a Rules of Engagement spin-off?

Jennifer: We’d already started developing the kingdom of Cordonia for Rules of Engagement, and when we found out we’d be making a romantic, royalty-focused book, it seemed like a good opportunity to expand the world and dig deeper into what it’s like there since you don’t see it very much in Rules.

Kara: Technically, The Royal Romance is also a continuation of The Crown & The Flame, though that may be a little more subtly done! One of the characters, Olivia, is a descendant of Zenobia, who appears in book 2 of TC&TF. Readers can probably tell that we love crossovers. Part of that’s because we all love seeing what the whole team is working on, so we play all the Choices books. But part of it’s also because writers will switch books when we need to help out with something else. For example, Jennifer moved from The Freshman to help launch Rules of Engagement. The writers from Most Wanted are currently working on Endless Summer and #LoveHacks, as you might have figured out from all the mysteries and jokes! Braidwood Manor had a writer from The Freshman on it, which is why there’s some cameos there.

Sometimes it can be hard when you work on a story for so long to then move on to start up another book. Leaving The Crown & The Flame to focus more on Rules and The Royal Romance was really difficult for me because I love those characters so much, but TC&TF was fortunate to have two other amazingly talented writers to keep it going. We’re always excited to get the chance to tell new stories, tackle new genres, and experiment with new ideas, but I think we all also have so much love for the other characters and worlds we’ve created that it breaks our hearts to leave them behind. I think that’s why we have so many crossovers in the whole game! It’s our way of taking our worlds with us.

What do you personally love most about The Royal Romance? And what are you most excited for our readers to encounter?

Kara: One cool thing we really wanted to do was have people get to pick their prince. This is the first time we’ve let you customize a love interest! Another thing I’m excited for is that because we’re using the same customizable character as #LoveHacks, we were able to get more skin tones and facial features so players have more options for how to customize their own character, too.

Jennifer: Also, we’ve had a lot of fun building up the characters around the Prince, and if dating a prince isn’t your cup of tea, it’s quite possible there are other lady and gentleman suitors for players to encounter.

All of our books have, to varying degrees, some romance in them. But this book is unabashedly about romance - it’s in the title! What are your thoughts on romance as its own genre?

Jennifer: I love romance and reading romance! Whenever I talk to people about it, though, they usually bring it up in a guilty way like maybe it’s something to be embarrassed over or perhaps because some don’t really see it as real literature. It makes me sad when people feel like they need to be ashamed of what they like! It feels sometimes like certain genres are deemed less literary or worthy, and I feel like the genres that get called out are often ones that are loved by women or young adults. A certain genre might not be for everyone, but that doesn’t make it less important to the people who care about it.

I think romance stories have a lot of heart, and that’s something I love in storytelling. To me, ultimately, a good romance is about seeing how people relate to one another and find meaning in their life. Connecting with people–whether it’s romantic or not–is a fundamental part of existing, and romance stories have the opportunity to explore that. And if you can find something real in what you’re reading, then isn’t that the point?

This book came together while you were simultaneously working on Rules of Engagement. That’s taking multi-tasking to a whole new level. How do you do it? Just how much coffee do you drink in a day?

Kara: Sometimes it feels like we never stop working! When you love the stories and the characters as much as we do, it can be really hard to stop thinking about them, even in the middle of the night. Plus, Jennifer and I have been best friends since high school, so we spend a lot of time outside of the office together, and when we’re excited about a project, we can’t stop talking about it. On New Year’s Eve this year, we were brainstorming The Royal Romance while everyone else was watching the ball drop.

At the end of the day, though, this isn’t just a job to us, and I hope it shows in the stories Choices puts out. It’s crazy how much we end up caring about the characters and the stories we’re telling. I think that’s the hardest part. We love writing and we want to do our best, tell the best story, and write something that will touch people. In most other forms of writing, you’d get a lot more time to agonize and revise, but we’ve got to hit weekly releases, so when Wednesday comes, time’s up. There’s a lot of pressure to write well, write fast, and, in this case, to build something new in a very short amount of time. The scariest thing is feeling like with so many things that go into every chapter and every book, and so many deadlines to hit, we might mess something up and let our fans down. But when it all goes right and we put out something that readers love, it makes it all worth it!

Finally… I’ve got to know. What’s your favorite fairy tale princess story?

Kara: Sleeping Beauty! I was convinced after I heard that story that my parents would some day reveal that I was actually a princess in hiding…

Jennifer: Cinderella. I love it as a transformative rags-to-riches story and also as a tale that you can see told across many different cultures. I do tend to favor more modern interpretations though, like the novels Just Ella or Ella Enchanted which are two of my favorite books.

Thank you for taking the time to chat! And to all of you reading along, The Royal Romance is out now – check into your game for a whirlwind of love, adventure, and more! Hope you love it just as much as we do.

-Jessica

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

Safety in the Darkness

So this is my first Teen Wolf imagine, starring Dark!Stiles <3 I hope you like xx 


Nogitsune Stiles!

Y/N walked swiftly down the road, listening to music in your earphones. It was quite dark out, as you’d stayed behind in the library to do your homework, and you’d lost track of time completely. You were a little frightened walking home in the dark, because you knew about what was out there, but you were too proud to call Scott or Stiles for a lift home.
You were lost in your music, until you heard a car pull up next to you. Glancing towards it, you saw it was a blue Jeep, and pulled your earphones out of your ears, smiling.

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From The Dining Table - Harry Styles AU // Part Two

Warning: Language

Summary: Where they find their way back to each other.

Words: 1,300

PART 1 // PART 2


“I’ll see you tomorrow Josh.” She waved at her friend, grabbed her hand bag and she’s out the door. Today has been very hard for [Y/N] she’s forced to be focused on her work even though her mind are wondering somewhere else, she pass a couple of liquor stores while walking back to her apartment and by that she decided to buy cheap vodka for her to survive the night, because if she’s going to feel this sad the entire night she might as well need some booze. When she arrived back at her apartment she change into comfortable clothes and open up the glass bottle, she didn’t even bother to grab a shot glass she drink straight from the bottle.

A vile taste slipped in to [Y/N]’s mouth stealing away the sad reality in favor of fantasy she drink more of it until it’s half empty, she took one last swig before putting on a slippers and walk out of her apartment. After thirty minutes stumbling down the cold and dark streets she finally got to the one and only; Harry’s house.

The house have some awesome security, so she can’t just come in

To: Harry S

Oiutside

She put her phone back to her oversized sweat pants and lean on the wall to wait for Harry, after ten minutes of waiting she thought maybe this is a bad idea and blame her drunken self why is she this stupid, she sat up from the sitting position and start to walk away from Harry’s house until she heard the automatic gate opened “[Y/N]!” Harry shouted and she attempted to run so he wouldn’t see her “Fuck.” She tried to run but Harry already saw her and walk towards her “What are you doing [Y/N]?? Are you drunk?? Oh god, you’re cold!”

“No! I-I- fuck I’m going home, sorry to interrupt your n-night.”

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

She thought to herself, she began to walk further away from Harry but of course Harry didn’t just left her went back home by herself, walking in the middle of the damn cold night “No, you are coming with me.” He grabbed [Y/N]’s hand not to hard but enough to not let her walk back home

[Y/N] walk inside the house that’s used to be her home, everything’s still the same since the morning she packed her stuff after the huge fight both of them had “[Y/N]? Are you okay?” She didn’t realize she was crying until the salty tears hit her mouth “I-uh, I-” she stopped trying to talk because of the alcohol in her body, the sadness that took over her whole body plus the memories that come back hitting her like a fucking truck and that’s when she completely lose it she sobs uncontrollably Harry just sat beside her on the stool caressing her bare shoulders whispering words that hopefully will calm her down

“I love you so much Harry, I shouldn’t felt this towards you after all the things you did to me.” She cried

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t deserve your love.”

Flashbacks

The pictures are crystal clear, and it’s not edited in any way.

Harry Styles is cheating on her long term girlfriend [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?!

[Y/N]’s hand were shaking and tears are streaming down her face creating a black stains across her cheeks, she closed her eyes and hoped it’s just a really bad dream and she will woke up with Harry sleeping beside her but no, it’s real.

“Niall.” She breathed, her voice are shaky as hell “I figured you have seen the pictures from last night.” Niall’s thick accent rang through [Y/N]’s head “Yeah, I did.”

“He’s a mess [Y/N], he actually just left my house I’m sure he’ll be back in a moment.”

“Thanks Niall.” Then she end the call and wait for Harry in the living room. At this point she didn’t even care, she just want to meet Harry and end things officially and when [Y/N] hears the car engine inside the garage her stomach flips, she try to calm herself down but it didn’t work so as soon as Harry got inside she shouted

“WHAT THE HELL HARRY?!” Everything explodes, and the mixed feelings she got is not helping either “I’m sorry babe, I really do. I was so drunk last night I didn’t even remember anything until Niall woke me up and told me about it.” He sighed

“I’m sorry Harry, I can’t.” [Y/N] walk to the room that used to be their’s but now it’s just Harry’s , she packed enough clothing to the gym bag, her laptop, hand bag, chargers, perfumes and make ups, she did a one last glance at the bedroom and realized that there’s a picture of them, she took it with her and toss it inside the gym bag as well. [Y/N] walk out of the room and Harry were sitting on the couch with his hand on his head “[Y/N] please don’t leave, we can work this out! I’m so sorry it will not happen again!” He pleaded

“Harry, no.” She answered simply “Bloody hell [Y/N] ! It was only a kiss!” He shouted at her

“Only a kiss? Harry are you fucking serious?!” She shook her head, and made her way out

“[Y/N]! Please!” Harry pleaded but [Y/N] just walk straight out without looking back at the love of her life.

Days after the break up [Y/N] expecting calls or texts from Harry, they have been in a serious fight where [Y/N] just storm out of the house and stay at her friend’s house clear her mind, Harry left three hundred texts and twenty seven missed calls that’s how extra Harry is when it comes to [Y/N] but now; it’s nothing.

There’s no calls, or texts or anything. She missed him, she really do and despite the hurtful things that he did she’s still willing to love him again

but we don’t always get what we want right?

They have been in many fights, Harry said hurtful words to her, ignore her for days, but then when he apologized [Y/N] can’t help but forgive him, and that where she’s wrong.

PRESENT TIME

“I made you a tea.” His voice brought her back to reality, Harry put the steaming hot cup infront of [Y/N] “Thanks.” She sipped the hot tea and the warm sensation ran through her cold body “Do you want to eat something?” He asked

[Y/N] shook her head to answer his question, Harry made his way to the couch and grab the blanket “Here.” He placed the soft material on [Y/N]’s bare shoulder, she’s wearing a thin tank top because didn’t plan to go out at all, before the alcohol started to intoxicate her.

Both of them sat in silence while the television playing on the background

“I think I should go.” Said [Y/N], her voice are cold and monotone “What, no,” Harry stand up as soon as he realized that she’s walking over to the door, everything felt like a deja vu for him seeing [Y/N] leaving him all over again

“Please I’m begging you, stay,” he begged her “Please love.” He sound desperate and hurt and now for the hundredth time [Y/N] let him in again, she turn around and saw Harry standing with tears streaming down his face so she ran to him engulfed him in her embrace

Even after what Harry did to [Y/N], she’s still going to drop everything to be with him; and that’s what love does to people.

Going down? Tips and tricks to make it better for him.

First, let’s talk hot spots.  I think I’m going to have to bust out the cockshroom again for this one.  Check out C, the frenulum.  This little space on the underside of the cock, where the shaft meets the head, is a hotbed of nerves.  Do not neglect the frenulum!  A few long, slow licks (flatten your tongue for maximum sensation) across it will feel delicious.  I’ll cover other handy tongue tricks for this area later on.  Moving on to B- the coronal ridge, another nerve hotspot.  Lick it, nibble it (gently!), place your lips immediately beneath it and just apply soft suction to the head…he’ll squirm in delight, I promise you.  Just make sure that any suction concentrated on the head isn’t too much too soon. If you want to really rock his world, wait until he’s pulsing (close to orgasm) and just suck the head. It won’t be enough to get him off, just enough to make him beg you to do that with more of his cock in your mouth. ;  ) There’s another spot that deserves attention that isn’t marked on the shroom. (The slit- the opening in the top of his cock. Gently probing it with your tongue can be incredibly pleasurable for him. And don’t give me any crap about it being icky, ladies. It’s not.

Next up, the testicles. Don’t leave the twins out when you’re going down on him.  Just a few of the things you can do to his balls:  lick them while you’re using your hand on his shaft, suck them into your mouth and hum (sounds silly, feels great), lightly scrape your teeth across them, cup them in the palm of your hand while your mouth is busy above them.  If you want to give him an experience he’ll never forget, take all of his cock in your mouth, then stick your tongue out and lick his balls.  This takes some practice (and a limber tongue) but it’s possible. The double pleasure of being deep-throated and having his balls licked will blow him away. Another neat little trick is to cup his balls when he’s close to ejaculation and, just as you feel him start to come, pull them away from his body. Don’t pull too hard- no chainsaw cranking motions!- just tug gently.  It sounds odd and I can’t tell you why that feels good- mostly ’cause I don’t have balls- but it works. For a fun experience, have your guy shave them. You’ll love the smoothness and he’ll enjoy the enhanced sensation.

Tongue tricks:

  • When you first go down, use your tongue as though his cock is a dripping ice cream cone.  (Silly euphemism?  Yes.  Effective technique?  Hell, yes.)  Swirl around his entire cock in a circular motion.  Lick up the sides, being sure to come into contact with the ridge (B) as you move upwards.
  • Start at the very bottom of his shaft, right where his cock and balls meet, and lick slooooooowly all the way up to the tip.  Basically you’ll be tracing the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue.
  • Follow that same path again, but this time use just the tip of your tongue to softly flicker all the way up and then around the head of his cock.  Flickering your tongue this way makes for a nice contrasting move if you alternate it with firmer licks.
  • Like I said earlier, flatten your tongue and lave the frenulum with it.  Do this a few times, then swipe your entire tongue across the head in a slow motion. Repeat a few times and increase the tempo as you go.  He’ll love it.
  • Make a fist around the bottom of his shaft and press downwards (gently, don’t shove) to tighten the skin across his head and shaft, then start to work on him with your tongue. Holding the skin tight this way will make every touch of your tongue feel more intense.
  • Get the frenulum wet with your  tongue, then slowly slide your finger back and forth across it while you lick the rest of his shaft.

There are a million ways to use your tongue on his cock. Try different strokes and licks until you find things he really likes. Whatever you do, don’t just focus on one part and neglect the rest of him.

The rest of tips and ideas I have for you are pretty random and don’t easily fit into categories like “tongue tricks”, so I’m just going to do them in bullet points.

  • Food play can be fun, so grab the whipped cream or chocolate syrup and make a mess that’s fun to clean up.  Yeah, it’s clichéd, but clichés usually exist for a reason.  If you want to crank things up a notch, use honey- it’s much harder to get all of the honey off so it’ll take more of an effort.  Just don’t get it in his hair!
  • Use your hands. Grab the base of his shaft and suck just the head, squeeze the head gently or work your hand around it (make sure he’s wet first for maximum fun for him) while you lick the shaft.   When you feel like taking a break, grip his cock with both of your hands and move each one in around him a different way.  Do NOT twist too hard, just slide your hands in opposite directions.
  • When you’re in a position where you can really take him into your mouth without worrying about teeth, put your lips on the head of his cock, slide your hands around him, grab his ass and push him into your mouth while you swirl your tongue around him. He’ll probably enjoy the slightly forceful shade to this move.
  • If you’re feeling a little submissive, have him thread his fingers through your hair and hold your head still while he controls the speed and depth of his thrusts into your mouth.  Again, there’s a dom/sub flavor here that gives things an extra little spark.
  • Make sure your position is conducive to good head- there’s the obvious, like kneeling in front of him while he sits on the couch or bed, but other positions work just fine too, like laying on your back and letting him kneel/squat/stand above your head, and, of course, the ever-reliable 69.  Just make sure you’re not coming at him from an angle.  You want him aimed straight towards the back of your mouth, otherwise you’re risking scraping him with your teeth.
  • Speaking of teeth, WATCH THEM! They hurt.  Nibbling is okay, lightly scraping the head or shaft intentionally is just fine.  Grating him against your molars (or, god forbid, incisors) because you’ve got your head or his body turned the wrong way is bad, bad, bad.  Say “teeth” and “blowjob” in the same sentence and most men will cringe.  Spare your man and be careful with your chompers.
  • Pop a breath mint first.  I’m sure you’ve heard it before…pretty much everyone knows about the whole Altoid thing.  Mint = good.
  • Suck.  The term “blowjob” is misleading, obviously. Although wetting the head then alternating warm and cold breaths can be fun as a little bit of a teaser, you don’t really spend any time blowing on it.  Unfortunately, some women don’t realize they’re supposed to actually suck, not just slide their mouths up and down.  Suction is a good thing. (Poor Martha Stewart, I’m wearing her catchphrase out in ways she probably never imagined it would be used.)  You can do this gently or forcefully, but don’t do it too hard. Hint:  if he’s getting a hickey on the head of his cock, you’re overdoing it.  You know that lovely phrase some guys use:  “She could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch”…well, it’s not a compliment.  Hard sucking has its uses, but for the most part you don’t want to pretend you’re trying to rip it off.  That might scare him.  On the other hand, sucking too gently won’t do much for him.  Experiment with different pressures to see what flips his switch.
  • Sometimes it’s great to just dive right in and swallow his cock all at once, but taking it slow can be good too- especially if he’s not hard when you start. Tease him with your tongue, lick and nibble at his inner thighs (yeah, they like it just as much as we do), trail your tongue along the seam on the front of his balls and below them (or even farther if you’re into that).  Touch him lightly with your fingertips or gently drag your nails up and down his cock. Every now and then it’s okay to be a cock-tease.
  • I read about this trick somewhere online a long time ago and fell in love with it immediately:  get a cup of hot tea (not too hot) and a cup of ice water. Get your man hard, then alternate taking sips of each drink.  While holding the liquid in your mouth, slide your lips down over his shaft.  He’ll love the varied sensations!
  • Hum. Take his cock into your mouth and suck gently while you hum.  The vibrations will feel great for him and this is a nice little stopping point if you need a break.  After all, humming doesn’t require much effort.  If you want to make him laugh, try humming “Yankee Doodle Dandy”.
  • Use a small toy or your finger in his ass while you go down on him.  The two pleasures combined will make for a geyser of an orgasm, I promise you.  For more instruction on ass-play, read the archives of my blogs.  I don’t feel like going in to it right now (no pun intended).
  • Take him as far into your mouth as you can get him without actually deep-throating. The goal here is to have the head of his cock at the very back of your mouth but not quite into your throat.  Get him there, then swallow.  The contractions of your upper throat muscles around his cock will have him begging for more of the same.
  • Deep-throating- the holy grail of blowjobs- isn’t as impossible as it seems.  The trick to being able to take him all the way is breath control. Inhale through your nose as you move downwards on his cock, hold your breath until he’s pulling out of your throat, then exhale through your nose while he’s still in your mouth.  If you time it right, you can give him a long, long series of DT strokes without ever fully taking him out of your mouth.
  • If deep-throating is an issue because of your gag reflex, here’s a nice little hint:  use Chloraseptic spray or some other oral analgesic right before you attempt it. Being a little bit numbed will help you control the urge to gag.  Also, move slowly.  You’re less likely to feel like you’re choking if you don’t cram him down your throat before you’re ready to.
  • Look at him while you’re going down. Eye contact makes almost everything in bed better.
  • Pre-come  makes for a great opportunity to give him a visual he won’t forget anytime soon. Look at him and smile while you’re licking it.  He.  Will.  Love.  It.
  • Show him that you’re enjoying what you’re doing.  Moan around his cock (vibrations!) or find some other way to show him you love it.  He’ll appreciate the enthusiasm.
  • For a more mutually beneficial experience, have him touch you while you’re going down. Ladies, having an orgasm while you’re pleasuring him will only serve to increase your talents, I can assure you. Just don’t get too excited and bite down!
  • After he has come, keep him in your mouth and gently suckle him.  Don’t do too much because he’ll probably be sensitive as hell right after ejaculation, but you don’t have to stop altogether.
  • Speaking of coming, let’s talk about swallowing versus spitting.  I’ve covered this in another blog, but for you newbies, men really and truly don’t care which way you do it.  Most men seem to prefer swallowing.  That’s totally understandable but having a preference for it doesn’t make it a requirement.  If you spit, that’s fine and dandy, just avoid spitting it on him in an unladylike way or making a face like you’re disgusted…don’t ruin his moment.  Keep a tissue handy and discreetly spit into it after you’re finished.  If you haven’ t ever swallowed or even taken his orgasm in your mouth, give it a shot (pun fully intended).  It’s not gross, distasteful, or unsanitary.  If you absolutely cannot handle having it in your mouth, then at least use your hand to get him off when he’s ready to blow.  Don’t just pull away and make him do it himself at that final moment…would you appreciate it if he did the same to you?

Love and peace and a lovely piece to you all.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics where Captain Swan and the gang are in college?

College AU

*Wounded* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked: 

Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where reader is hurting (like some type of sickness or wound idk, you decide, haha) and hides it from everybody but then the pain gets unbearable and she can’t hide it anymore, maybe even passes out? In other words very angsty at the beginning but then a lot of cuddles+kisses+fluff at the end!:D You’re an amazing writer and I wish you all the best in the future pieces♥️😊

♦ Thanks, hun! That means a lot! I hope you enjoy!! 

It was earlier that day Newt had received word that a an Antipodean Opaleye was being held captive by some wizard’s in New Zealand and planning to take her eggs to sell illegally. The moment Newt heard the news, he knew he needed to help the poor creature out.

“It should only take us a few hours to get there.” Winding in-between people, Newt held his case tightly and you tried to keep up as best you could behind him. The train whistle blew and he sped up even more. “Come on, Y/N!”

Picking up your pace, you reached your hand out and grabbed a hold of Newt’s. Jumping on to the train, you quickly showed the man your tickets before making your way to your compartment. 

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Jimin Scenario: The Love We Share.

Request: Hey, Can you write a scenario where jimin get so envolve with his daughter, spending all his spare time off work with her only, and y/a feeling left out from both him and her daughter, she couldn’t talk it through. Didn’t want to be selfish in anyway, so just hope he’ll notice but he doesn’t. And one day she just leave with a note of all her daughter needs. “& maybe saying where/ how long is she leaving” like “ i needed a break for couple days” i hope you understand what i’m trying to say 🙊 Y/A doesn’t have to leave the house, you can resolve it in any other way, like jimin finding her crying. Or shifting her behavior, or him waking up not finding her in bed/house. Idk you can just choose whatever. 

Genre: Family / Drama.


-Come on Minah, hurry!- Jimin’s voice was heard through your house and then the giggles of Minah coming running from her room to the living room where his father was waiting for her.

You saw it all from your spot in front of the TV, you didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could imagine. Jimin was dressed like he was going out but he hadn’t told you anything and then there came Minah running to you, she was wearing pink pants, sneakers and a white shirt.

-You forgot your jacket- Jimin laughed and she giggled running back to her room to fetch the jacket.

-Are you going out?- you asked making Jimin look at you and then stepped closer to where you were, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

-Yes, just for a little while-

You nodded, bitting your lip as you saw your daughter trotting back. -I’m ready daddy!- she squealed going directly to Jimin who patted her head. 

-Let’s go-

-Wait- you cleared your throat. -Where are you going?-

-For ice cream!- Minah cheered making Jimin laugh.

-We will get some ice cream, want us to bring you some?-

You sighed, fighting the feeling of hurt that spread around your chest, it wasn’t the first time this happened but as each time you couldn’t help it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do or say anything either. 

-No, it’s ok-

-Really?- Jimin insisted as Minah pulled his hand to hurry him. 

Sighing again you smiled the best you could. -Strawberry and chocolate chips-

Jimin nodded and threw you a kiss. -See you later Y/N!-

You turned off the TV, standing to go to your room and look for some work to do to occupy your head with something, you felt selfish with your current thoughts, but was it so wrong to want to be part of the moment? You also wanted to make great memories and have fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want ice cream, it was that you wanted to be there and eat it together, but Jimin and Minah were recently doing everything just the two of them, you liked how happy they were, but then you also wanted to be a part of it.

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gamer boy

just a lil thing I thought of cause I’ve been loving the resurrection of his gaming channel

Word Count: 1000

Rating: PG-13

There was no point in even trying to go to sleep before Joe did. No matter how hard he tried, he was always a bit loud when he came into bed, and you couldn’t get to sleep easily without him beside you anyways. So, with the “resurrection of his gaming channel”, as he called it, you had found yourself awake quite late into the night, watching Netflix or just entertaining yourself in the living room of the flat.

You really didn’t mind. It made you happy to see him gaming again; it had been your idea to get him back into it. You remembered the old days of him playing games in his room whilst you all were dating, but unknown to his viewers. You would just lounge on the bed while he played, hidden behind the green screen. He was always so animated when he explained games to you, and you loved to see him so excited and happy over something.

Things had changed slightly. Now, with a whole shared flat, there was no reason for you to be in his office whilst he played. The videos seemed to take a bit longer when you were outside the door. You missed him. As if on cue, you heard the office door open, Joe’s feet pattering along the hardwood.

“Done already?” You asked quietly, perking up. 

“Not yet love. I think I’m gonna do one more episode tonight. Just needed a bit of a break, I shouldn’t be too long, and then we can go to bed. I’m gonna make a cup of tea, you want one?” He spoke very quickly as he walked. He was on edge, like he usually was after a game.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually,” you grinned, wrapping your blanket around you like a cape and shuffling towards the kitchen. You pulled him into a hug once he’d put the kettle on, and he squeezed you back, but you could feel him trembling ever-so-slightly.

“Babe, you’re shaking,” you murmured.

“Just a scary bit in the game is all. I’ll be alright.” His voice didn’t do much to convince you.

“I never remember your games getting to you like this before. Is this one just that bad?” He was playing Residential Evil 7, and you knew it was scary, but it wasn’t supposed to be as bad as outlast.

“It’s not that bad, really. I think it’s cause I’ve got new headphones that make everything louder, and I haven’t played in a while. Plus, you aren’t in there,” he trailed off a bit at the end, turning to pour the water and drop in some tea bags, making yours the way you liked.

“What does me being there have to do with it being scary?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I saw the post about jealous!Eren and it was wondering if you could recommend something with jealous!Levi? Thank you!

[Here] is the Jealous Eren ask for anyone interested! Anyway! Here’s a handful for ya:

don’t drown in the sea (stay with me)
Summary: Eren and Levi are two very different mermaids.
     Eren, a part of a tropical, shallow-water pod, is naturally curious and can’t understand how deeper dwelling mermaids could stand to spend their lives down where the ocean is cold and dark, fearing the surface. To him, coexisting with the humans comes naturally and is merely another danger of living.
     Levi, one such deeper dwelling mermaid, has spent his entire life in deep waters, defending himself against the bigger, more dangerous creatures of the sea in order to stay far away from the surface and the filthy humans that inhabit it. He has no desire to ‘explore’ and views anything human-related with scorn, unlike his pod-mate Hanji.
     A series of events due to said pod-mate brings them together and changes their lives forever.

the best things don’t come easy
Summary: Eren, an omega, has been in love with his best friend since they were kids. Levi, an alpha, is living with the same predicament.
     What are two idiots in love meant to do?

Sketch
Summary: Levi pulled his cup to his lips to take another sip. His face wrinkled at the taste of cold tea. There weren’t very many things that could break Levi’s straight stare, but cold tea was one of them. Cold tea and the titan brat.

Dreaming About The Things We Could Be
Summary: Levi had given up on finding his mate when he joined the Survey Corps.

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