So I quit writing for a long time because I've been busy with school. Recently I decided to go back to writing because I miss it, but then I remember what my greatest weakness was: descriptions. I suck at it. I don't know how I'll describe what my MC looks like without info dumping it or what the enchanted mansion my MC will be staying at looks like or the mythical creatures they'll be encountering someday. My writing for action is okay, but I just really suck at descriptions. Got any advice?
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Definitely look for visual resources and keep some around to look at when you need a kick of inspiration. Find a person who looks like your character, images of old mansions from the era you’re thinking of, and concept art of mythical creatures to draw your descriptions from.
Then practice, practice, practice, and read some authors known for being creative in their descriptions. Trying to see the world like certain authors and poets do is wild.
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The low buzz of unintelligible conversations, the deep bass of the music, and the smell of liquor and weed assaulted your senses as the door to the wine bar swung open, letting in a rush of cold January air. Powerhouse was a bar that you and your friends liked to frequent often—more so your friends than you—you didn't go out much, but you weren't opposed to the idea from time to time. Not to mention, you liked spending time with your friends, but that's not the reason you kept allowing them to drag you to this particular bar, nor the reason you began suggesting it every Friday night.
You made your way inside and towards your regular booth in the back corner. As you settled down, you see your friends crossing the threshold of the front door. A wide smile stretches across your face as they began making their way towards you.
"Hi guys!" you exclaim as you rise from your spot on the edge of the booth. You say your hellos, voices carrying over the loud music booming through the speakers. "We're getting drunk tonight, right?" One of your friends questions with a grin already plastered on her face. "Yes we're getting drunk tonight." You reply with faux annoyance and a small half-smile. "Thank god, let's go." With that, you all turn and make your way towards the bar.
As you made your way over, your eyes landed on her for the first time that night. You stood behind someone and out of her line of sight as your eyes panned over her from the other side of the bar. The sway of her raven ponytail as she turned around to serve another drink. The sheen of sweat on her forehead, her full, dark lips. the way her dark red tank top clung to her chest and showed off her arm muscles perfectly. The way her tight black jeans accentuated her hips and legs made your mouth salivate.
You didn't realize how long you'd been staring until someone bumped into you, knocking you out of your haze. You took another step towards the bar, thinking about what to order.
Once you're close enough, you lean onto the surface with your forearms, getting the bartender's attention. You lock eyes with her, her red lips pulling into a smirk, she heads your way and the glitter on her eyelids shimmers in the dim lights.
"Hey, baby." she greets you, and you can't help but blush a little bit at the pet name that falls so easily from her tongue, even though you know she talks to all the girls like that. Even so, she knows you, of course she does, you're here at least once a week, but it still makes your stomach flutter.
"Hi, Emily" you say breathlessly and as your eyes search hers, it almost feels like she can see right through you, like she can see everything you think about her, everything you fantasize about at night.
She smirks again, wider this time, knowing and your smirk mirrors hers. "What can I do for you?" she questions softly.
'What couldn't you do for me?' You want to say. Her tongue passes over her bottom lip and you can't help imagining what it would feel like against your own tongue. Would she be rough with it, or would she take it slow and savor the moment? Your eyes traveled back up her face to meet hers, and you could tell she knew you were staring. Your face flushed a deeper shade of red as you tried to recover.
"I-I'll just do uh- gin and tonic, please." You stutter as you extend the debit card in your hand towards her.
"Of course, hun. Anything else?" Emily turns around to start pouring your drink.
"No, nothing else. Thank you." She turns back and sets the glass down in front of you then hands the card back to you. When you grab it, your fingers brush hers and a chill runs through you. The air almost feels charged now, the tension growing palpable. "My pleasure," She says as her eyes rake over you, a glint in her eye that you can't quite distinguish. You let out a shaky breath as you hold eye contact with her. She leans forward to rest her elbows on the bar, her cleavage on full display and you have to fight the urge to reach over and squeeze them.
She lowers her voice "I get off at 1 o'clock tonight." Two hours. It literally feels like your heart skips a beat, your mouth goes dry at her words. Holy shit. She can't really be suggesting that she wants to see you after her shift. But what else would she be suggesting with a smirk as sinful as the one on her face right now?
Finally you remember yourself. "I'm free. What did you have in mind?" and the way her eyes light up says everything you need to know. She leans her face closer to yours, her warm cheek against yours and her lips against your ear as she whispers.
"Outside in the back lot. I drive a silver Chevy Malibu, meet me there later tonight, OK?" She pulls back, winks at you, and promptly turns around and keeps working. She doesn't need to wait for a reply because she knows you won't refuse. The sudden proximity made your knees weak and your underwear slightly damp. You sigh as you turn to find your friends making their way towards you from the bathroom, making you realize that you'd never even noticed their absence.
The night drags on slowly. The drinks flowing warm through your veins, the other girls are tipsy now, too tipsy to notice how uncharacteristically quiet you're being. You try to laugh at the right times, and add into the conversation when you can, but all you can think about is what's going to happen later. It feels like you're floating in a dream.
After what feels like forever, the bar closes and you say your goodbyes to your friends, watching as they get into their Uber to head home for the night. Once the car pulls away, you turn away to go to the back parking lot.
You walk slowly around the building, your eyes scan over the cars until they land on the silver Chevy Malibu she described. You start walking a little faster, the gin making you more confident than you would be normally. The heat in your cheeks was a stark contrast to the brisk night air, you wrapped your coat tighter around you. You heard the beep and click of a car unlocking, and turned to see her. Keys in hand, an oversized jacket protecting her arms from the cold, and a red leather bag slung over her shoulder. She looks at you with bright eyes and walks over to you. She grabs your cold hand, encasing it in her warm one and drags you over to the passengers side. She swings the door open for you, gestures for you to climb inside, and makes her way around to the drivers seat.
You plop down onto the black leather seat and close the door, watching her walk around the vehicle to the drivers' side, opening the door and climbing inside, then slamming it shut.
You heard the click of her seatbelt. She turned on the car and pulled out of the lot. The Indigo Girls drifted softly through her speakers as you turned to find her already looking at you. You both smiled at each other as she reached over to rest her hand on your mid-thigh, the sensation making you jolt a little bit, but you relaxed quickly under her touch.
"We're going to my place, is that OK?" she asks. "More than OK." you answer. She turns away to face the road, one of her hands on the wheel and the other on your thigh. She begins rubbing her thumb back and forth over your skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Neither of you speak, but it wasn't awkward, it was comfortable, but charged with something stronger than the alcohol you had consumed earlier.
As she drove, her hand started slowly inching higher up your leg, your thin pants doing nothing to prevent the chills she caused. You were growing wetter by the second, and she had barely done anything. 'Fucking pathetic' you thought to yourself, but what was even more pathetic was that you wanted her to tell you how pathetic you were for her. You wanted her to tell you what a good girl you were being for her, how well you were doing. As her pinky finger began toying with the hem of your panties, your breath hitched, but her motions never ceased.
All of the sudden, the car was slowing down, and you realized you were pulling into a driveway—her driveway. You took in the small townhouse in front of you. The wood planks of the structure were painted a beautiful, light peach color, which was perfectly accented by the white shutters on the windows. The grass in the small front yard was dead, but you could imagine how vibrant it was in the summer months.
She put the car in park, killed the engine, opened the door, and made her way over to your side of the car. Your door swung open, then she grabbed your wrist and yanked you out of the vehicle. You hardly had time to think before she kicked your door shut and slammed you against it.
Leaning into your ear, she mutters huskily, "I want you so fucking bad," and you whimper at her words, you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that this was actually happening, that this wasn't another one of your dreams that left you waking up sweating in the middle of the night and longing for her.
You moaned when she started kissing your neck, the scent of vanilla and bergamot drifting to your nose as she continued kissing and bruising you. The smell was so unmistakably her. You leaned your head back against her car to give her more room. You reached up to run your hands over her body, a silent invitation for her to do the same. Your hands glided over her back, then down the sides of her waist, then finally to cup her full tits. Once your hand started squeezing her, she pulled back to kiss your lips and hold your hips with bruising pressure, a guttural moan vibrated from her, flooding your body with butterflies.
After a few minutes, you push her back and look at her. Her face was as flushed as yours had been all night, her lips were red and swollen from kissing you and her eyes were dark with lust.
"Bed, please," You whine as you squeeze her tits in desperation. Even her just kissing you against her car had you soaking. You were growing more desperate by the minute, you didn't know how much more you could take before you literally fucking combusted.
She nodded with a breathy laugh and grabbed your hand, leading you inside. You walked through the threshold of her front door and she was so rushed she didn't even bother flipping on a light. She rushed you up the stairs to the door at the top, opened it, and yanked you inside as it slammed shut behind you.
"Lay down." She commands, to which you oblige without a thought. She walks over to the speaker she has sitting on her desk and clicks a button. Music begins drifting softly through the room. She pulled the string of the lamp sitting next to the speaker, basking the room in a soft glow as she looked you up in down laying on her bed with hunger in her eyes.
She made her way towards you, climbing onto the bed and swinging one leg over your hips and straddling you. She grabs the sides of your neck with her warm hands, her long red nails scratching the nape of your neck. Her lips meet yours again, but this time it's rougher than before, she kisses you with fire, like a man starved. Your hands find her boobs again, massaging them with fervor. She moans at the feeling, rolling her hips on top of you. Her left hand stays in your hair, but her right hand travels around your neck, squeezing lightly. You whine as your hips buck upwards, craving any bit of friction you can get.
"Fuck," she mutters against your lips, breathing heavily. Her hands drift down to your waistband, pulling at it. "Gotta get these off."
She climbs off of you so she can reach down and undo the button of your pants, she pulls them down enough for you to kick them off. When she climbs up again, she places one leg over your hips, and slots the other between your legs so you could feel her thigh against your clothed clit.
She started kissing you again, then you felt her start rhythmically rocking against you, creating the perfect amount of friction. "Fuck, Em," you cry, throwing your head back and she takes the opportunity to begin sucking hickeys onto your neck. The two sensations alone were making you dizzy, but then you feel her hands cup your boobs and her thumbs caress your nipples. You moaned again from all of the feelings combined, you genuinely worried that you were going to cum before you guys even did anything.
You tilted your head up when you felt her making her way down your body. She tugged at the hem of your shirt, urging you to take it off, which you did, when she looked down and realized you weren't wearing a bra you could hear her breath stutter. She kissed her way down, kissing around your chest pulling your nipple between her teeth, making you groan and arch into her.
She kissed, sucked, licked, and bit her way down your body sensually, wanting to draw it out with patience only earned with age. While you appreciated her passion for foreplay, you had been frantically bucking your hips in search of some relief for what felt like hours now, and you thought you were going to explode soon.
"Em- fuck- please Emily I need…" Your words trailed off into another whine.
"You need what? Use your words, c'mon." She mutters thickly. She goes back to kissing your lower stomach, making your abs flex underneath her. Her lips meet the band of your underwear, but she keeps kissing down over them.
You moan again, louder than before. You could barely form words from how good she felt. "I need you. I need more, please- pleasepleasepleaseplease." You start muttering incoherently as her tongue left her mouth to lick you over your underwear. You throw your head back with a groan and reach down to grab her hair.
"Feels good?" She asks, looking up at you. Seeing you like this is turning her on more than she ever could've expected. With your head leaned back and your wet, swollen lips slightly parted as you unconsciously let out little whimpers. The hand that wasn't tangled in her hair was rolling your nipples to match the rhythm of her tongue.
"F-fucking- so good. So fucking good." You reply breathlessly. She keeps up her pace on you over your underwear until she can feel that your cotton panties are soaked through, and your moans are growing louder by the second. Then, she pulled away, making you whine at the loss of contact, but then she made quick work of pulling your underwear all the way off, throwing them across the room, then taking her shirt and bra off.
You took in her naked chest with hunger, leaned down to connect your lips to her tits. She moaned as you sucked, leaving bruises behind. She soon pulled away in favor of making her way back down your body. She quickly reached where you needed her most, causing your hips to shift upwards despite your best efforts to stay still and preserve at least some semblance of your dignity.
She pulled back to take in your naked body. "Fuck you're soaked," she laughed as you covered your face in embarrassment.
"Please, no teasing," you whined. She laughed again the sound mixing with the music drifting from her speaker, you recognize the song playing.
I, I can't quit you, babeSo I'm gonna put you down for a while
Emily leaned down, kissing your pubic bone, then running a flat tongue through your folds, spreading your wetness to your clit. When her tongue finally made contact with it, it was electrifying. The shock that went through you caused your hips to shoot up, but she braced her arm over your lower stomach and held you down.
"Fuck," you cried out again. She was still licking you slowly, drawing deep moans from you, but soon she started speeding up and finding a rhythm.
You quickly started feeling the coil in your stomach begin to unravel, you started desperately grinding against her face.
Said, you messed up my happy homeMade me mistreat my only childYes, you did, babe
"Em, I'm close- p-please." You stutter between moans, but just when you're about to finish, she pulls away. You whip your head forward to look at her with furrowed brows. She only looks at you smirking.
"What the fuck?" You demand angrily. She's been building this up all fucking night and now she isn't gonna let you cum?
And when I feel you near me, little girlI know you are my one desire
"You wanna cum?" She asks. "Fucking obviously," you bite back. "Then beg." She retorts, leaving you speechless.
You stare at her until you realize that she isn't joking. She wants you to beg. If this were anyone else, you would say hell no, but with her? God, you were pathetic for her. So you do.
"Please, Em. I need this so bad, I need you so bad. Please let me finish, pleasepleaseplease,"
When you hear me moanin' and groanin', babyYou know it hurts me deep down inside
That seems to satisfy her, because her mouth is back on you immediately. Her tongue lapping at your cunt like she could never get enough of it. You see her hips grinding into the mattress beneath her as she does.
Once she has the rhythm down again, you begin to feel the coil in your stomach unraveling. You buck your hips up desperately, you're close and she can tell. She sucks hard on your clit causing you to scream. Your desperation makes her groan into you, sending vibrations through every nerve in your body.
"Cum for me," she mutters into you, and you waste no time. Your orgasm builds up and washes over you perfectly and she continues her ministrations until you're a quivering mess under her.
Oh, when you hear me holler, babyYou know you're my one desireYes, you areOh, alright
Once you're done, she stands up to unbutton her pants and pull them off. Once she's completely naked, she climbs on top of you and kissing your lips. The taste of yourself on her makes you whimper. She ground down against you, you suddenly remember that she hadn't even been taken care of yet.
"Think you can handle one more?" She asks as her lips brush against you ear, and her hands caress your shoulders and arms.
You nod frantically to which she smirks, sitting between your legs, scooting forward and putting one under your thigh and the other over the other side of your hip. It took a moment for you to realize what she was doing and you smirked when you did.
Once she gets close enough to you, she leans forwards and connects her cunt to yours. You both moan loudly at the sensation. It felt so good, she hadn't even started moving yet and you were worked up again.
She leaned in to kiss along your collarbone and neck as she started rolling her hips against you. You let out a guttural moan and gripped her arms tight, digging your nails into her skin. The sting made her whimper against your throat.
Her whimpers soon turned into lewd moans as she rocked against you and you began thrusting your hips up to match her rhythm. You doing so made her hips stutter.
She's close now, and so were you, you could tell by the way her hips started losing their rhythm. She placed her hand around your throat and started squeezing the sides, making it a little harder for you to breath, and you fisted the bed sheets as you desolately grinded against her.
"You close?" She asks and you can only nod, but the confirmation makes her go faster, moving her hand from your throat to grip your hand, wanting to finish together.
You feel yourself unraveling by the second. "Fuck I'm close." You warn before crying out as you feel your orgasm overtake you. Hearing you finish pushes her over the edge instantly. She squeezes her eyes shut and arches her back as she rides out both her high and yours.
Once she's done, your twitching and whimpering with tears in the corners of your eyes. She looks at you fondly and stands up. She leans over and kisses your lips again before getting up and walking towards her bathroom. All you can hear is water running, then she walks back out with a washcloth soaked in warm water and wipes you down. You giggle as she does, and she only smiles.
"Was that OK?" She asks.
"God, Emily. That was the best sex I've ever had in my fucking life." You reply with a grin on your lips and a blush on your cheeks.
She puts the cloth over the side of the hamper to be washed tomorrow, turns the lamp off, and climbs into bed next to you, exhaustion overtaking you both.
"We totally should've done this sooner." You say.
"Agreed," she replies with a smile.
Soon, you both drift asleep, and it's the best sleep you've had in a while.
"God Emily what did you think? That we would just let you walk out of our lives? I am so furious at you right now... But then I think about how scared you must be, how you're in some dark places all alone... But you're not alone, Okay? You are not alone, we are in that dark place with you, we are waving flashlights and calling your name so if you can see us, come home. But if you can't then.... Then you stay alive, cause we're coming."
- Penelope Garcia
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