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babybirdblues said: I ALWAYS READ THEM I JUST FORGET TO COMMENT OR PRESS THE LIKE BUTTON BECAUSE - OH HEY I SEE A BUTT ON MY DASH. I get distracted too easily. a;lkdsfjsal; *cuddles and coos and nuzzles and feeds cookies*
It's alright, butts can be pretty distracting.:) *munches on cookies* *hugs*
secretinternetbox said: <3
<333 *hugs*
obscure-lights said: Dawwww *hugs*. As creative people, it’s not like we can do awesome work all the time, sometimes we fail when we try something new but that’s great! Why do the same stuff and stay safe? Don’t worry, I still love your writing. :)
I feel more unwilling to change my writing style, because (apart from other issues) somehow I am a bit unable of doing it? I try to improve, yes, but not really change it? And I feel like some people got sick of it. Or that it's an acceptable/good one time read, but that people don't want to read more of it. (I'm not sure this makes sense, I'm sorry;___;.) But I'm very happy you like still my writing.<3
formerly-nekochan114 said: I love you! *kisses*
<3 *cuddles*
UGHASDIGHDSPIGH HOW DID I MISS THIS.
FYI, you guys, you’ll never read more intelligent almost-smut then what Wintery writes. Seriously, it’s like… the words are so lovely and evocative that you forget that they’re getting busy with each other.
(To find the taste of his fingers, the taste of moans and broken off syllables; slipping under the elastic, wet hem to touch away the neglect, to make room for his mouth and his palm, to grip Tim tight so he won’t come sooner than Bruce had enough, enough of Tim’s stops of lungs and Tim’s whites of knuckles, of Tim’s drag of teeth.)
I mean, how lovely is that? Really? You have such a way with words, Winteryyyy. Ugh. Give me your talent. *grabby hands*
AND THAT ENDING. HOOO!
The chair stirs as Bruce stands up, walks around Tim to lift him like there are magnets inside the cages of their ribs, like Tim’s a small, tired child that refuses to walk and Bruce indulges the idea, secure, rough palms straps under Tim’s thighs and their bed was kept unmade for this; for seconds and encores and Tim’s too spent to move mind.
(It’s Sunday, it’s the afternoon and it’s only the third time Bruce made Tim come.)
Ugh with the magnets in rib cages and how soft and gentle it all is and all the richness of this? It feels sinful. Seriously. Like a really rich dessert or something.
Thank you so much, Wintery! jgPSDIHG’iPDSHGDISPhgDSPIH
Miss Pro, you are too kind. I actually feel really stupid because I always think that your writing especially is really clever, so saying my porn is intelligent means a lot to me. And why would you want my faulty talent, yours is so much better! Tumblr is on my side on this one, I'm pretty sure. Also saying that it's like a rich dessert makes me think about all the other genres. If porn is the dessert, what is the appetizer and main course?
And thank you.<3
