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Challenge: watch anything about the WC 2014 without crying
Runtime: 10 years
Results: still failing
#sent from: my desk/kitchen table where I just finished '7:1 - Das Jahrhundertspiel'#personal#football#wc 2014#Jogi being reminded of the 4:4 against Sweden!!!! he's just like me fr!!! genuinely thought we were gonna lose 5:6 during halftime#ChriKra: the summer of my life#SAME GIRL#that cut from Jogi's carefulness and reminding everyone that we had bottled matches like that before to Béla's 'yeah everyone knew for sure#we were gonna win that one' PEAK JOURNALISM THANK YOU AT WHOEVER CUT IT#those random dudes whom I do not care about in the end talking about how that was IT; THE peak for a german nt football fan and we're never#gonna experience it again - hard same but I try not to think about the fact#that I will probaby never experience this much happiness in one single moment of time ever again!!#queueing this for 00:01 as my first post for the great anniversary 2024 for which I am very much NOT sorry for.#it's July 13. I'm gonna go WILD.
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When your teacher (who's also a real actual judge) starts his story with: "I can tell you this, because only the secret-keeper is punishable by law and somebody else told me" it's going to juicy.
#he kept interrupting himself w so many 'I'm getting into dangerous territory'#the subject he's teaching is horrible but he can be so funny#our class teacher proposed going to a bar [Kneipe] for a beer to get to know one another#(peak German moment)#I want both of them to come#they're friends anyway pls it would be hilarious
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WET DREAMZ.
pairings: sebastian vettel x reader. lewis hamilton x reader. jenson button x reader. nico rosberg x reader. fernando alonso x reader.
summary: when you move next door to a hot single dad, you take it upon yourself to seduce him. too bad for you that he uncovers your plan. you’re not exactly subtle.
warnings: sexual content. like most of this is straight up smut. mdni. explicit mentions of f!reader’s body parts. charles cameo in nico’s! implied cheating in fernando’s.
author’s note: i woke up in a fugue and wrote this as i ignored all of my adult responsibilities. show it some love <3 also no beta. we die like men.
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SEBASTIAN VETTEL ✿
when your company allowed you to work remotely, you moved into a smaller village on the outskirts of germany. your family and friends weren’t too happy with your decision to move but with the current economic state of your country at the moment, it was great for your bank account.
your house was a modest affair, with three bedrooms but a gorgeous kitchen that gave you direct visual access into your neighbour’s backyard. the same neighbour who knocked on your door when you first moved in, with a jar of honey and some eggs as a housewarming gift. he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that would have seemed disgusting on anyone else. he introduced himself in german and switched to lightly accented english when he saw your confusion.
he’d sometimes pass you when he was walking his dog, or cycling to the farmer’s market. he’d make his kids wave hello as he’d pick them up and drop them off at their mother’s. he’d take your cakes when you’d exhausted your baking hobbies and would burst if you’d have another slice. he’d grin and smile bashfully when you told him you’d made one just the way he’d liked it.
as you watch him, he turns around and waves at you. a big grin splitting his face as you wave back. you’re so fucked. you spent an hour on facetime last night with your best friends as you went through the pros and cons of fucking your hot neighbour.
the cons outweighed the pros mostly, if it went badly you could lose access to the free gifts he’d bring by occasionally or his help when he would have a look at your car when it started spluttering when you needed to buy groceries. it would be weird too. aren’t adults supposed to be on good terms with their neighbours?
it didn’t stop you from you asking him if you could wait out the storm in his house instead of yours as all the lights had gone out and when he kissed you, you were shocked. you hadn’t needed to come up with a plan to seduce him into wanting you, because he already did.
he had you spread over his lap, his ring finger and his middle finger already in your centre. the sounds of your arousal filling the room as you fucked yourself against his digits. he smiled into the crook of your neck before kissing it.
“i knew you were this desperate for it,” he hums, his german accent thicker as he pressed his thumb lightly against your clit. he’s teasing you, and normally you’d be okay with it. playing this mutual game of cat and mouse but not when you’re this desperate to get off. “it’s okay. because i was desperate for it too.”
your eyes roll back as you reach your peak.
LEWIS HAMILTON ᯽
after your promotion, you decide to treat yourself to a summer home in monaco. it’s a flat in an expensive complex, with a pool, a gym and even a spa. you’d spend many days relaxing and enjoying the amenities or shopping with the bonus money that your boss had bestowed upon you for sealing a contract with one of the biggest businesses in your country. this was your time to relax.
yet, you couldn’t relax. as you finished your daily workout - yes you now had the time - you saw the hottest man in your entire life walk past you in a loose gym set. embarrassingly, you were filling up your water bottle which overflowed and covered you with the excess. thank god he didn’t see.
you hadn’t been much of a femme fatale, you were more of a business woman in your head. your sister told you that there wasn’t much difference between the two, just that the femme fatale chose a different line of business. it was that comment that encouraged you to start your plan of seduction.
it wasn’t working, even when you wore your best gym outfit, the one that made your ass look incredible, or when you attempted to bump into him at the complex’s coffee shop in the cute two piece that exposed your best assets. it seemed like he disappeared.
until he knocked at your door at the middle of the day, you opened it to see him dressed in a suit. for a selfish second, your thoughts drifted to him wearing this for you.
“do you mind watching my dog? roscoe is in a mood today and my usual dogsitter is busy. i have a meeting that is impossible for me to get out of. you’ll be doing me a big favour.” oh. he was british.
you smile at him, as graciously as you can. thanking god that you had just come back from brunch with the girls, so your hair and makeup were still done. you told him all about how much you love dogs and you wouldn’t mind at all watching his fur baby! you were a lovely neighbour after all.
he repaid the favour later anyways, on his knees and in between your legs. he pulls down your underwear, you had shaved in anxious preparation for this moment, your arousal leaving a stain against the fabric. he pressed his thumb against your folds before licking a stripe between them. his tongue flicking against you, as you pressed down harder on his face.
your moans were loud and unapologetic. you had a gorgeous man between your thighs, eating you out like this was his calling. he grinned at you, his face drenched in your juices. you groaned and put your hands on his braids.
now this was a holiday.
JENSON BUTTON ☆
moving to the big city was supposed to be a shock, but you took to it gracefully like a duck to water. london wasn’t the nicest to everyone but it took a liking to you. you bought a house with your best friend in a family neighbourhood with low crime rates and a high chance of getting more money when you’d both inevitably sell it in the future.
it was walkable which you loved. you could walk less then ten minutes to go shopping. you had come back with a few shopping bags when you accidentally bumped into your neighbour who was coming back from picking up his daughters. he laughs at the action as he apologises and gives a hand out for you to shake.
“i’m jenson. sorry about that, these two usually have me run off my feet!” he points at his two daughters who have already ran insider the house. “it’s like they’re my parents.”
after shaking your hand, he takes his cap off and runs a hand through his slightly greying hair. he’s wearing a pair of shorts with a loose t-shirt. it is almost summertime but the weather in london had a mind of its own. sunny one day, rainy the next and freezing for both. but jenson didn’t seem to mind the cold.
you introduce yourself and he listens intently until you realise that you have to go. there is frozen food in the bags and jenson’s daughters are calling for their post-school snack. but after that meeting, you always time your post shopping trip for when jenson comes back with the girls. your roommate/best friend doesn’t protest when you insist on the shopping being your chore but she does give you a sideways glance when she sees you chatting with jenson again on the step.
one night, you’ve come back from a date. it went awfully as per usual, although london seemed to love you and want you, the men didn’t seem to. you’re home late, when you rummage in your purse and swear loudly. you brought the wrong purse! you could call your roommate but she sleeps like the dead and probably wouldn’t answer. you’re thinking of breaking through the window when a voice calls at you.
“y/n?” jenson grins at you. “are you alright?”
after a moment, and a few minutes of arguing that you’re fine to sleep in the bushes, you’re inside jenson’s home. dressed in a pair of his old clothes. he hands you a cup of tea and puts down a packet of biscuits next to it.
“so, are you going to tell me why i caught you dressed to the nines and attempting to break through a window?” he’s trying to sound stern but he’s smiling as he says it.
“bad date,” you start and smile ruefully, taking a sip of tea. “forgot my keys and well, at least you caught me before i did any damage.”
he laughs. you laugh too but not before realising that there are probably kids sleeping in the house. you bring this up to jenson who waves off your concern.
“the girls are at their mum’s. it’s just us. don’t worry. you can be as loud as you’d like.”
you end up being very loud as you lay on his very comfortable bed. he’s tapping himself again the hood of your clit as you squirm breathless from the earlier orgasm he gave you. he smiles at you, leaning up to kiss you as he slides in, swallowing your gasps as he kisses you firmer.
“you know how long i’ve dreamt of having you like this?” he asks. you shake your head, moaning again as he fucks you harder. “since the first day you bumped into me, in that little fucking skirt. dreamt of bending you over and having you like this. anyway you’d let me. would you?”
you nod, voice locked in your throat as he mouths at your tits. he smiles at your willingness.
“good. we have the entire weekend to ourselves. let’s see how many times i can get you to cum. hmm?” you squeeze yourself around him as you have your first orgasm. your cunt spasming as he gently pulls out. he lets you rest against him for a moment, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand down your back.
“now that’s number one. keep count for me darling, okay?”
NICO ROSBERG 𑁍
you weren’t a yacht person. when your university friend had begged you to come home with her for the holidays, you hadn’t expected the family party to be held on a yacht. this was out of your tax bracket.
it seemed like everyone in monaco was right. the casual displays of wealth and decadence made you sick at times. thinking about how the money that went to buying that birkin bag could have made a change in someone’s life. then you think about how you’re wearing a custom gown on a friend’s yacht and realise that you’re now part of the problem.
a bonus about being in monaco, was that the men were gorgeous. your friend’s older brother charles was handsome with dimples and a gorgeous accent. if he hadn’t been in a relationship with a supermodel, you would have been all over that. thankfully, there was more eye candy in the city. your friend’s father had a business partner that was in their house more often then not.
he was blond, blunt and pretty in all the ways an older man could be. when he looked at you, you felt like the world could burn at your feet. he had also been on the yacht at the same time as you. drinking champagne, mingling with family and investors as you ate canapés and watched the sky.
“is it boring you?” he asks, as you turn around. he was dressed in a loose linen shirt, light coloured trousers with his shirt open just enough to see the smooth skin underneath. “can’t believe she brought you to a work event.”
“it’s fine. there are worse places to be.” you respond. you take a sip of champagne and you both ignore the fact he watches the sip go down. he takes note of the way that you’re still looking in the direction of charles and his girlfriend, the two still wrapped around each other.
“you’ve fallen for the charles charm?” he says, smiling as he sits across from you. he puts his ankles up on the table like he owns it, which he probably does. you can tell a lot from a person’s body language, and his is telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants. “it’s a shame. another pretty girl lost in his eyes. want another drink?”
“pretty girl?”
he nods, blue eyes darkening as he looks at you over the rim of his drink.
“would you want me to show you how pretty i think you are?”
so that’s how you find yourself bent over the sink in the bathroom at a yacht party, your pretty dress bunched up at the waist as he presses his fingers inside you. scissoring them to stretch you wider.
“is this what you imagined he’d do to you?” he asks, voice curious. “that he’d go down on you in one of the bedrooms? he’d let you go down on him? that he’d split you open with his cock as we all walked around upstairs?”
you sob as he talks you through it, mascara running down your cheeks. how are you going to explain to your best friend that you fucked her dear precious uncle nico while talking about her brother. he grinds his palm against your clit as he stands up and gags your mouth with his fingers.
“can’t be too loud honey, don’t want them to hear you.”
FERNANDO ALONSO ꩜
spain was a big adventure for you and your boyfriend. the two of you made the decision to move for a few months to his grandfather’s home to help redesign the place. it was slightly run down but nothing that you couldn’t fix. the goal was to rebuild it in order to sell it off.
however, you hadn’t foreseen that this would effectively destroy what relationship you had with your boyfriend. he insisted on not signing the place under your name despite you also funnelling funds into the rebuilding of the house. after another argument, you decide to take a break. wearing a bikini, and armed with nothing besides water, sunscreen and a good book, you make your way into the backyard. sunning yourself to at least gain something from all the money you’ve put in, even if its just a tan and a relaxing afternoon.
“you’re the new neighbour?” a voice calls out, as he leans against the fence that separates your property. you knew the next door neighbour had kids, you could hear them playing occasionally in the summer sun as you painted. you didn’t know they had a hot dad. that’s new information. he smiles at you. “it’s been a while since there has been a young person. the old man who lived here has been here since before i was even born. you’re his kid?”
“no,” you laugh. “he’s my boyfriend’s grandfather. i’m just here as a cash cow apparently.”
your voice turns a little bitter but why wouldn’t you be? you have put in the same amount of time and effort as he has onto this place and now you’re not getting anything back. court is an option but it’ll drain even more of your bank account.
“why is that?” he asks, head tilted as he looks at you.
you end up spilling everything to him. about the house, the money, the contract that has your name redacted. in return, he tells you that his name is fernando and the kids you always hear playing in his back garden aren’t his but rather his nieces and nephews. it’s nice listening to him speak, with the heavy spanish lilt to his accent. he is the first person in a while who has just listened to your grievances so when he asks you inside for a drink, you don’t hesitate. grabbing your wraparound skirt, you follow him inside.
less then ten minutes later, you’re on his lap, as he presses his mouth against your tits. enveloping one nipple in his mouth while his fingers move to play with your other one. you grind down harder against him, feeling your clit brush against the hard muscle of his thigh. your bottoms are soaked with your arousal as you lean closer and bite his shoulder to stay quiet. he leans away from you for a moment, as your eyes widen worried that you’ve done something wrong.
“don’t be quiet hermosa, let him hear it,” he grins up at you then leans in for a kiss. “isn’t that most of the fun?”
author’s note: sorry y’all idk what came over me.
#jayde’s works ☆#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 fanfic#formula one imagine#lewis hamilton x you#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton smut#lh44 x reader#lh44 smut#jenson button x reader#jenson button x you#jenson button smut#fernando alonso x reader#fernando alonso x you#fernando alonso smut#nico rosberg x reader#nico rosberg x you#nico rosberg smut#sebastian vettel x you#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel smut#f1 smut#f1 fic#formula one x you#formula one x y/n#formula one
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Early Morning ✿ Flufftober Day One -- Simon
Summary: You spend a lazy morning with Simon! WC: 819 <3 Song of the day: Right Side of My Neck ❁ Faye Webster
The sun peaks through your curtains and into your bedroom, crisp fall air sneaking through the cracks of your window, goosebumps raising on your skin. You rub your eyes for a moment, letting them adjust to the bright light shining onto your face and into your vision, before turning towards your nightstand. You fix your gaze to the little brown clock, squinting your eyes to read the tiny red numbers.
7:45
You sigh, sitting up and stretching your arms over your head, a little yawn escaping you. Simon's side of the bed is empty, something you've grown accustomed to, even now that he's retired. A strict routine that's been engraved into him since the day he enlisted.
Simon Riley, a creature of habit. Your creature of habit.
You slither out of bed, your body dragging lazily beneath you, still laden with sleep. The hardwood cold under your bare feet but you don't bother to put on your slippers, much to eager to make your way to Simon.
He can hear the soft pitter-patter of your short, fast steps as you make your way towards the kitchen, and he chuckles at the sound, his body resting against the counter top as he pours himself a cup of coffee. Your arms wrap around his wide torso, though wrap may be far to generous of a word, perhaps drape would better describe it. You press your face into his back, the warmth from his body a welcome change from the cold.
"G'mornin love." The soft timber of his voice nearly puts you back to sleep.
"Mmm.. Morning." Simon chuckles at your sluggish response, and in retaliation you nip the space between his shoulders.
"S' a bit early for you to be up, no?" In your sleepy haze you hear the sound of liquid hitting your ceramic cup as Simon pours you a cup of coffee.
"The bed was cold without you…" Your words are muffled into his back, the vibrations from your lips sending shivers down his spine.
Simon peels your body from his, a small whine escaping you as his warm body pulls away from your cold skin. He shushes your complaints with a soft kiss to your forehead and your mouth quirks up into a soft smile as the soft skin of his lips sends electricity down your spine. He helps you settle onto the counter, your legs swinging gently against the wood as you watch him crack an egg into a pan.
You sit in silence for a while, sun shining through the small window above your stove, casting a glow onto Simon's skin so beautiful you could mistake him for an angel. It's enjoyable, the peace that always seems to settle between you two in the early hours of the morning. Eventually Simon breaks the silence, turning off the stove and moving his body between your legs, a perfect fit.
"Was gonna take Riley on a walk…" He tilts his head towards the German Shepard that lays on the carpet of your living room. "Since you're wake', care to join me love?"
You bury your face into his neck, melting into his warmth once more as you roll the idea around in your head for a moment. He slips his hands under your (his) shirt and places them onto your hips, his thumbs gently circling the skin. You make a keening sound at that and he let out a soft snicker in response. After a few more moments you finally respond, pulling your face away from where it was buried in his skin.
"M'kay…" You yawn. "Let me get ready quickly." Simon hums softly before placing a kiss onto your cheek, not letting you go just yet.
"Don't you wan' to eat breakfast first?" His head cocks slightly and you smile, tilting your head up to place a gentle kiss to his lips.
"After, Riley needs to go pee I think." He chuckles at that, removing his hands from under your shirt, and stepping out from between your legs.
You hop off the counter, your feet hitting the cold wooden tiles making you curse under your breath. You saunter off into the bathroom to get ready, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth before taking a few moments to pull your hair back. Once you're satisfied, you change in your bedroom before finally making your way back to Simon. He's crouched down on the living room floor, double checking that Riley is secure in his harness, before noticing your presence.
"Ready to go?" Simon asks as he zips up his jacket.
You hum softly, nodding your head at him before walking towards the door.
"You better not try and turn this into a jog, you already know how much I hate running." Simon chuckles at that, walking over to you and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, Riley's leash in hand.
"Yes ma'am."
#bambidelivers#bambisthoughts#simondrabble#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#ghost cod#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#bambisflufftober#flufftober
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ᡣ𐭩 TOM'S THE TYPE OF GUY TO...
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Most of these things are made up by me, but I'll also put some real facts about him! 🫶🏻
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He's the type of guy that loves kissing your cheek over and over (or even lips!)
Tom can be a little shy at times, but for the most part hes pretty extroverted
He would get mad all of a sudden for the smallest inconvenience, and then forget about it 20 minutes later
He prefers summer, but loooves to play in the snow
He's the typical bad boy boyfriend with a huge ego and hidden soft spot, that makes you sit on his laps while talking to his friends (if that makes sense idrk but that's hot 🤭)
If he's ever at a hospital he would go look at the little newborn babies and smile to himself because they're so cute and he secretly loves babies (and if you're there too he would side eye you with a mischievous grin and go like: "we should try making one too, minus the baby" 🥴)
He would peak whenever you're changing
Swear to God he would shit talk about people he doesn't even know with you for hours if you ever say something interesting 😭. YET HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT TO LIKE IT (c'mon Tom we all love a lil gossip)
He's the type of guy to always crack a dirty joke in the most inopportune moments
Watches romance movies just for the sex scenes (and that's on period, I just KNOW this is true)
I feel like he would love those chinese finger trap things I don't know why 💀
He would always lay in between your thighs or make you sit on him
Blud would shush you at times
He's the type of guy who laughs at the dumbest shit and then make you laugh too
He would slap your ass anytime he's behind you or going up a staircase 😉
Loves late night drives to get things off his mind
Omg he would get excited and do that hand thing anytime you tell him "I got you something!" 😭 cutie patootie
He'd write you letters for special occasions (yes even a break-up one becouse he feels too bad to do it in person 😭)
Tom would eye fuck you at any given moment
Hand on your tigh everytimeeee
He would teach you german swear words 😭 AND EVEN TELL YOU "ZEIG MIR DEINE PFLAUME"
Bro's got w rizz
He'd do anything to get lucky. And I mean ANYTHING
Uses sarcasm and dark humor to communicate a lot (same here buddy)
#bill kaulitz#gustav schäfer#tokio hotel smut#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel x you#tokiohotel#tom kaulitz#2000s#headcanon#wattpad story#tom kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz x reader#tokio hotel#headcanons#headcannons
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Blue Lock driving headcanons Why? Well why not
Btw I have zero idea what I’m even talking about here
Isagi:
Isagi was always use to either his dad or mom driving him around so he wouldn’t really think of getting a license ( especially when he’s in bluelock ), but at some point in few years he realized that the number 1 striker should probably know how to drive
Bachira
Probably knows how to drive a bike, besides that the closest thing he ever got to driving a car was one of them toy ones his classmate had
He would just let one of his friends ( aka Isagi ) drive him around , he’s more of a backseat princess than a passenger one
Chigiri:
Chigiri just lets his mom drive him around to school and such . His sister does as well when he’s visiting her
Chigiri is just a princess
Kunigami:
Sister kunigami was actually teaching Ren how to drive… but then Bluelock happened.. and then the wildcard
But after everything is settled he does touch the idea of learning how to drive again
Barou:
Barou got a sports car, black with red leather seats, for his 18th birthday from his father. A week or so later he got his license
he drives his two little sisters EVERYWHERE. The moment one or both of them are feeling a little down by just a little, Barou immediately gets the car ready to go to the mall and spoil them rotten
Barou has a couple of rules when it comes to having people in his car . And the number 1 rule is " NO EATING IN THE CAR ". Also has extra floor mats
Those rules don’t apply to his sisters btw
Shidou:
Does Shidou have a license? No , does he know how to drive? Yes , is he good at it? WELLL-
You won’t die but the amount of stress you’ll feel probably isn’t good ( unless your name is Itoshi Sae )
Aiku:
He knows how to drive ofc , after training with the U20 team he’s dangling his carkeys loudly with a cocky smug smirk asking if anyone’s up for a ride
He wants to learn how to ride a motorcycle at some point, do you know .. increase his popularity with the ladies
Karasu:
When Karasu’s 18th birthday was around the corner his older sister and grandma were teaching him late at night. Granny kept nagging at his ear the whole time .. but don’t worry everything tuned out alright, took his driving lesson a week after
Otoya:
Otoya thought about learning about how to drive just so he can seem more cool but ends up forgetting about it .after he met Karasu during bluelock he just uses him as his personal ride from now on
Yukimiya:
Yukki knows enough to drive around late at night he knows that if his eye condition gets worse that he won’t be able to do something like this again 
Rin:
Rin always knew that he’ll get his driving license eventually but he wasn’t in a rush… but the moment he heard both Isagi and Sae have theirs , Rin had to get his as soon as possible when he turned 18
Sae:
Sae has a license, he just likes it when other people drive him around instead( aka his manager)
The only reason he ever got it was because he wanted to go to the beach late at night alone without any worry
Lorenzo:
Snuffy had the great idea of teaching Lorenzo how to drive! … yeah the first time didn’t go so well.. might have ended with Snuffy needing his car fixed.. but Lorenzo is definitely getting better!!
Kaiser and Sae had the misfortune of being Lorenzo’s first two guests to ride around with… Kaiser felt like he was gonna have a heart attack meanwhile Sae was regretting his life choices that lead him here
Kaiser:
Kaiser finally had it .. a beautiful custom designed sports car , a hunk of steel and metal that was peak german engineering , something to show off how far he has come , something he bought from his well earned money
Ray Dark: it’s beautiful . Good choice, Kaiser.
Kaiser: oh ah- Well you don’t think that I, Michael kaiser , would have poor taste.
Ray Dark: No no of course not .. you’re no longer that helpless 15 year old I found. Why don’t you take her for a little ride?
Shit.
Kaiser: OH- um why of course - just give me a -
Ray Dark: You don’t know how to drive, don’t you?
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Ray Dark: * sigh * I guess you’ll have to take some lessons first . Don’t want you getting into trouble
Ness:
Ness has always ridden a bike growing up, honestly if it was up to him he would use a bike forever
It fits his whole aesthetic you know? He has a lot of silly little wizard themed stickers on his old bike
He thought about riding a motorcycle before… hmmm
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The end
#blue lock#bllk#isagi yoichi#bachira meguru#chigiri hyoma#kunigami rensuke#barou shouei#shidou ryusei#aiku oliver#karasu tabito#otoya eita#yukimiya kenyu#itoshi rin#itoshi sae#don lorenzo#michael kaiser#alexis ness
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just thought about an olympic scenario where something goes wrong - it's the third or fourth time that andrew, neil, and kevin are playing with the US court, all together. and the USA have been reigning champions for each one of those years that they've been representing their country. they're a powerhouse, unbeatable, undefeated, each of them changing the game, a nightmare to play against.
andrew minyard, the best goalkeeper the sport has ever seen, every time playing better than the last. nobody wants to play against him. maybe it's funny for a second, strikers having this dream - can i do it? can i score against him? is he really that good? and he is.
the US have carried the game through to the finals, and now it's the finals. USA vs JPN, as it usually is, or USA vs IRE. their racquets clack together and the game begins. and the other team gets a goal in, and the USA scores, and the other team scores, and the other team scores, and the US team are losing it today, folks.
they take a time out, and andrew calls neil over. he's pointing across the court as if he's giving him instruction, but he's frustrated. I'm not with it, he shakes his head, his german is quick and messy. my head isn't in it, i can't fucking do it.
he's angry, and he's passionate, and it's one of those moments that neil or kevin really see how much andrew has changed - if andrew doesn't care, why is he so concerned? but this is his life now, and fuck anyone else if they think he's willing to let them lose. but his head isn't in it - his body isn't working with him, it's the worst timing for him to be in the place he's in mentally. but there's nothing he can do.
play resumes, its another few minutes, and then the goal behind him is red again. he slams his racquet against the ground, and he swears, and he puts his hand up to get subbed out. if he keeps playing like this, they're going to lose. kevin stops him as he walking across the court, but andrew keeps walking. his helmet is off before he's reached the court door.
OLYMPIC BLUNDER: IS IT TIME FOR ANDREW MINYARD TO RETIRE?
he's sitting on the sidelines, watching the game continue, maybe jeremy tries to offer him some comfort beside him, but he's not listening. is this it? has he peaked? why did this happen now, why at the olympics?
IS ANDREW MINYARD LOSING HIS TOUCH?
QUITTER, INCAPABLE, LOSING IT, LOSING IT, LOSING IT
is he selfish for coming off the court, when he's the best in the game? is he costing them their win by staying, or is he costing them their win by stepping out? is neil distracted now, glancing at him every now and again, to make sure hes okay? is this it? is he ever going to be the best again?
WHY DID ANDREW MINYARD GIVE UP?
#its out of his control#that his mind isnt working with his body#i dont know where this is going#im just watching this simone biles doc#and im inspired thinking about them at the olympics#anyways#mine#andrew minyard#aftg#all for the game
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Hii! Can you do something with Redbull Seb and these 46, 49, 52, 95, 4, 75? You don't need to use all of them, I just put some of them so you could see my vision. Thank you <3
First time writing Seb but the wheel of fics has spoken and so today is the day, praying this goes well
Translation: Biene = Bee in German
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"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg," Seb hums in your ear, smirking at the groan of frustration that bubbles from your throat. "Come on Seb, I've been waiting all night, please just touch me." You whine, bucking your hips towards his face in impatience. His hands force your hips back down, "Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" He smiles, his fingers wiping through your folds. "So wet for me biene, do you want to cum?" He asks, running the tip of his finger over your clit, making your walls clench around nothing.
"Please Seb, want to cum for you so bad, please do something." You moan out, patience wearing even thinner as he takes his time exploring you with just one finger. "Maybe I'd rather take my time, let you wait for it even longer." He hums, clicking his tongue in disappointment at the way you roll your eyes in annoyance. When his fingers still don't slip inside you, you let out a groan of annoyance. You hoist yourself up onto your elbow, the other arm tugging on Seb's hair to force him to look up at you.
"Yes schatze? What can I do for you?" He asks, coy smile playing on his lips.
"Put that snarky mouth to work Sebastian or I swear to god I won't have sex with you for a month." You threaten, the tone of your voice making Seb's cock twitch in its confines. "Okay okay, jeez." He huffs, cheesy grin taking over his face at the way you let his hair go as you lie back down. He starts by placing kisses around your pussy, avoiding the one place you ache for him most. Once you dig your heels into his shoulder he gets the hint, enveloping your clit in his mouth. The warmth from his mouth makes you clench, your thighs tightening slightly around his head. His tongue flicks out as he sucks, sending vibrations through your body as his spit drips down your pussy. You moan out his name, this time threading your fingers in his hair to hold his heavenly tongue against you.
His tongue darts everywhere, tasting every inch of you. He sucks and nibbles at your clit, the movement of his jaw causing his chin to brush against your entrance. His hand joins his mouth, slipping a finger inside you. Your walls clamp around his finger as he groans at your wetness. His finger feels around your walls, pushing against the spongy spot located on the front wall, curling his finger as he continues to suck your clit. He feels the way you clench around him, your moans increasing in volume. Removing his head from you he requests, "Tell me when you're about to cum biene." You nod in response, urging his head to resume its original position.
It doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to spread, warmth feeling your bones as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. "Gonna cum Seb." You whine, tugging at his hair. He pulls back once more, removing his finger too this time. You look down at him in shock, his hair wild, pink lips swollen with your juices. "You're not allowed to cum without my permission." He tells you, crawling over the top of you to place a kiss on your lips. "Payback for being bossy." He whispers against your lips. You just groan, smashing your lips together and tasting yourself on his tongue.
Sebastian continues to kiss you as he slides two fingers inside you, scissoring them against your walls. You moan his name into his mouth, your nails scratching the back of his neck in pleasure as he plunges them deeper inside you. His fingers have always felt much better than yours, their length allowing them to reach places you could only dream of. He could read your body like a book, finding the moment he hooks his fingers against your g-spot, your breath hitching and stomach contracting. He continues to press his fingers against the spot, enjoying the way you squirm against him.
His mouth travels down your collarbone, reaching your breasts. Your pebbled nipples lean toward his mouth as your arch your back at his actions between your legs. He captures one in his mouth, swirling his tongue and enjoying the way your nipple seems to get impossibly harder. He will always love the way you react to him, the way he seems to be able to draw things out of you when anybody else would assume you have nothing left to give. Seb can feel the way you're tightening around his fingers and removes them once more, watching your hole clench around the emptiness.
"Don't cum yet." He murmurs as he guides himself inside you. The stretch of your walls around his cock making you mewl. You claw at his shoulders as he seats himself inside you, your walls pulsing around his thick cock. Sliding himself out he moans at the way your jaw drops when he slams himself back inside, whispering praises in your ear at the way you take him.
"Seb, please, I'm so close." You mewl, "I don't know if I can hold it any longer." Tears well in your ears at the pleasure beginning to overcome you, Seb's thumb wiping one away as it drips down your cheek. "You can cum whenever you'd like biene, been so good for me, want to feel it." He groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he pounds into you. His words were all you needed, letting go and soaking his cock in your cum. He whimpers at the way your walls clamp around him, biting down onto your shoulder lightly as his orgasm hits him, hips stuttering against your own.
Seb manages to hold himself above you long enough to pull out before rolling over and collapsing next to you. He pulls you into his side, stroking your hair as your eyes start to close. "Did so good for me biene, want a bath now?" He questions, smiling as you nod into his neck. "Cuddle me for a bit longer first though, please." You whisper out, curling into his body further and enjoying the way his arms feel around you.
#f1 smut#formula one smut#f1 fanfic#f1 x female reader#formula one fanfiction#formula one imagine#smut prompts#smut requests#smut writing#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel x female reader#sebastian vettel x you#sebastian vettel smut#seb vettel#sv55#sv55 smut#sv55 x you#sv55 imagine
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Swiss Adventures | Nico hischier
Nico hischier x reader
Nico Hischier, the pride of Switzerland and a renowned NHL player, had conquered many battles on the ice, but none compared to the overwhelming joy of becoming a father. His wife, Y/N, had given birth to their precious daughter, Lily, whose arrival filled their lives with boundless love and happiness.
As the off-season approached, Nico's heart swelled with excitement at the thought of bringing his newborn daughter to his homeland. Switzerland held a special place in his heart, with its majestic mountains, pristine lakes, and charming villages. He couldn't wait to share its beauty with Lily and introduce her to his own childhood memories.
With bags packed and hearts full, the Hischier family embarked on their journey to Switzerland. The moment they stepped off the plane, the crisp Alpine air welcomed them home. Nico's eyes sparkled with pride as he held Lily in his arms, whispering words of love and promises of grand adventures.
Their first stop was Nico's hometown of Naters, a picturesque village nestled in the shadow of the Swiss Alps. The quaint streets were lined with cozy chalets adorned with vibrant window boxes overflowing with flowers. Everywhere they went, they were greeted with warm smiles and hearty "Grüezi" (hello) from locals who recognized Nico as their hometown hero.
Nico's parents eagerly awaited their arrival, bursting with excitement to meet their granddaughter for the first time. As they embraced Y/N and Lily, tears of joy glistened in their eyes, their hearts overflowing with love for the newest member of their family.
"Willkommen in der Schweiz, kleine Lily," (Welcome to Switzerland, little Lily) Nico's mother said, her voice filled with tenderness as she cradled the tiny bundle in her arms.
Over the days that followed, Nico and Y/N immersed themselves in Swiss culture, from indulging in cheese fondue and chocolate to taking leisurely strolls along serene mountain trails. Each moment was captured in their hearts, creating memories that would last a lifetime.
One sunny afternoon, Nico took Lily on a boat ride across Lake Lucerne, his eyes shining with pride as he pointed out the snow-capped peaks in the distance. "Das ist der Pilatus, Lily," (That's Mount Pilatus, Lily) he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "One day, you'll climb to the top, just like I did as a boy."
As they explored the charming city of Zurich and wandered through the historic streets of Bern, Nico couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his daughter experiencing the beauty of Switzerland for the first time. With each passing day, Lily's laughter echoed through the mountains, a symphony of joy that filled Nico's heart with immeasurable love.
As their Swiss adventure came to an end, Nico reflected on the journey they had shared as a family. From the breathtaking landscapes to the cherished moments with loved ones, their time in Switzerland had been nothing short of magical.
As they bid farewell to Nico's parents and boarded the plane back to the United States, Nico held Y/N and Lily close, knowing that their bond had only grown stronger through their shared adventures. With a smile, he whispered to his daughter in Swiss German, "Bis bald, Schweiz. Wir kommen bald zurück." (Until soon, Switzerland. We'll be back soon.)
And as the plane soared into the sky, the Hischier family carried with them the memories of their Swiss adventures, a testament to the power of love, family, and the magic of home.
#hockey#nhl#nhl x reader#fanfic#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier smut#nico hischier imagines#nico hischier#new jersey devils x reader#new jersey devils#nico hischer x reader#nico hischier fluff#nico hischier fic#nhl fanfiction#nhl fluff#nhl fic#nhl imagine
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My random comic Recs #1
I've been reading more comics lately, so I wanted to share my love for them in the hopes that someone might give this medium a chance!
Note: I am not a fan of superhero comics, because I simply don't like that genre, so don't expect superheroes below. Gonna make these posts every now and then and they will always include 4 recs. 1.) The Many Deaths of Laila Starr
Death got demoted and sent to earth as a mortal! Some boy is going to figure out how to cheat death in the future, and our girl Death really doesn't appreciate that. The entire graphic novel is only 5 issues long, so it's VERY digestible and easy to get through.There is something so light and playful about the art style, and the vibrant colors really sell it.
For people that are completely new to comics as a medium, I imagine that this is actually an A+ book to start with for the reasons I just mentioned. The way paneling and the flow of time is done in here, is a great example as to why comics are so unique as a medium and why they should be looked at as its own art from, separate from movies or books.
2) Mécanique Céleste (Or "Mechanica Calaestium" in the German translation, or "Aster Of Pan" in the English translation)
An absolutely breathtaking French comic. Aster lives in Pan, a post-apocalyptic France where she scavenges for wreckage with her friend Wallis. After their people come under a threat by the Federation of Fortuna, they are given a choice —submit to Fortuna’s rule or beat them in a weird Hunger Games-esque version of Dodge, called “Celestial Mechanics”.
The detailed art pieces in each panel, the careful line work, the lively way the characters move and the stunning watercolors captivated me from the first page. This graphic novel (now 2 volumes) is one of a kind and truly unique!
3) Something Is Killing the Children
Note: Comic contains a lot of gore and violence!
Children are starting to disappear in Archer's Peak. The ones that come back tell impossible stories that no one seems to believe. Only one stranger trusts these tales - a mysterious girl named Erica Slaughter who seems to be able to see these creatures too. And she's here for business.
I loooove Something is Killing the Children. I haven't finished reading the ongoing volumes yet, but I am super fascinated at how well the pacing goes in this story. The rough art style with Erica's freaky large eyes is SO fun, and you start appreciating it even more the longer you read.
4) Mon Ami Pierrot ("Mein Freund Pierrot" in German, "My friend Pierrot" in English)
Another fabulous French comic! Cléa is to marry soon - a young man name of Berthier. Right before the wedding she meets the fascinating magician Pierrot though, who completely changes the course of her life. Entranced by his whimsical nature that makes her feel "free" for the first time in her life, she follows him and leaves her previous life behind. During her stay with Pierrot, questions arise, though. Who is he really? All the while her betrothed sets out to find her again.
The Ghibli influence both art- and storywise is easy to make out, and I personally really enjoyed that. I particularly love the colors and the facial expressions the characters are drawn with. Everything feels very whimsical and playful and I had a good time going through this chonker of a graphic novel!
No spoilers, but I expected toothrottingly-sweet wholesome stuff, and ended up surprised on several occasions. I think the colours and art style really help give those moments wham, because you don't expect it.
#i talk sometimes#comics#graphic novels#comic recommendations#long post#comics are super duper cool and you should try them!!
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Baby By Me—Jey Uso
Pairing: Jey Uso x Mavis Pete (Black!Oc)
Word Count: 3k
Theme: friends to lovers
Warning: not edited.
A/n: listen listen listen, at first I was like “Jey Uso? ion see it” but under further inspection…well here we are lol. Anywho I think him becoming solo was the best thing for him, and I can absolutely see him being wwe champion in the future. I hope y’all enjoy, my brain worked over time to type this, literally did it all today. Also s/o AJ Lee she’s one of my favorite female wrestlers of all time. Please reblog, like, and leave comments✨🤍
Rhea and I had been going in this match for almost forty-five minutes, forty-five minutes of beating the absolute fuck out of each other. She picked me, twisting my limps into position for yet another body breaking Riptide. Lifting me high above her head, and holding me there to show off her strength. I couldn’t help but let out a bit of laughter as I peaked up to take a look at the crowd. Just as we wanted, they were all in, standing, shouting, and cheering. All eyes were on us. ‘We got you now fuckers’ was my last thought before Rhea sent me damn near through the mat. I laid there temporarily resting as she had her moment, Rhea let out a scream so thunderous the people in the parking lot probably heard her.
“You thought you could hang with me? You are nothing!” She spits at me, dropping to her knees, and putting her weight on me, going for the cover. Her breathing was almost as heavy as mine; she had been throwing me around for five minutes straight, and I am by no means a lightweight.
“Did you see their faces?” I mumbled to her, the ref counted two, but I was able to get my shoulder up before the count of three. She slumped over me, a body language of defeat, and disbelief. It was meant as a smile, but the way her lips pulled back showing her teeth made her look more deranged than anything.
“Eating out the palm of our hands babe.” She chuckled deeply, I sucked in as much oxygen for the time I’m allotted, but when Rhea roughly grabbed onto my arms it was go time.
“I cannot believe the fight we are seeing here tonight from these two ladies tonight! They’ve both given us almost everything they have in their arsenal, and what a show it has been!” Michael Cole shouts from the commentators table, he, and Wade Barret watched closely. Their eyes on every single move the two superstars made in the ring.
“You said it Cole, almost everything, but she’s not done yet! Mavis Pete isn’t done, she’s got gas left in the tank, and as Thee Hot Girl herself says ‘It ain’t over till I say it’s over’ and— OH A HUGE POWERBOMB FROM MAVIS!” Wade shouted, jumping to his feet, his hand across his heart in shock.
“My goodness! Rhea isn’t the only woman here tonight with the strength of the gods! And she’s not done, what more could either of these ladies have to give?” They watched closely.
Rhea was beginning to recover as she slowly pulled herself off the mat, this wouldn’t be the finish anyone expected. You’d be a fool to think Rhea would get caught up in a pin, so we went the opposite direction. I ran up to her off the ropes, she caught me in a front facing hold trying to German Suplex me, but I countered pushing her away. She bounced into the ropes, caught me again, I twisted around her torso, wrapping my legs around her waist, and stretching back her arm.
“OH MY GOD BLACK WIDOW! What a call back to her mentor AJ Lee!” Wade said boisterously, Rhea screeched in pain as Mavis pulled back on her arm officially locking it into place. Just when Rhea seemed like she was going to break free, Mavis lifted her leg to enclose it around the women’s champion, ultimately blocking off her breathing.
“THIS IS IT WADE! THIS IS IT, RHEA’S HAND IS RAISED—SHE'S FADING!” Michael screamed excitedly, he was now out of his chair. The crowd was in a frenzy, mixed response, but a single person was sitting.
Rhea had dropped down to her knees, her breathing ragged, and though her body had relaxed drastically I refused to let go of my hold. The referee called to Rhea, but she didn’t respond. He lifted her arm to check for consciousness, when he let it go, her arm dropped, and immediately the ref called for the bell. The sound of the crowd was deafening, if there was a roof it'd be blown off for sure.
“SHE DID IT! MAVIS WON THE GOLD, AND MADE HER CLAIM AS ONE OF THE GREATEST TO EVER DO IT RIGHT HERE AT SUMMER SLAM!” Wade Barret, and Micheal Cole stood to their feet, a standing ovation from the commentary.
It didn’t feel real, even when they put the title in my hand, and released the purple confetti to match my colors, it felt like a dream. Fireworks went off, and my music hit. My heart felt full of emotions I haven’t even processed yet.
“YEAHHHHHH! LETS FUCKING GO! I TOLD YALL!” I screamed, I climbed to the second turnbuckle, and showed off my gold to the crowd. The crowd and I were celebrating for at least two to three more minutes after we went off air. Then I made my way up the ramp, and to the back where I was surprised by all my friends, Banica, Liv, Nia, and Shotzi. Hunter stood off to the side letting the girls and I have our moment as they embraced me in a group hug.
“You better be coming out tonight champ.” Banica hugged me the tightest, I winced in pain, but I didn’t pull away. The love was enough to make my heart explode, and I wouldn’t have asked for a better way to go.
“Duh! Don’t worry about me, y’all fine ass’ better be there when I show up.” I said throwing an arm around Liv who embraced me wrapping her arms around my torso losely.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies, just wanna congratulate you Mavis, that was a phenomenal show you and Rhea put together. You did amazing, enjoy yourself tonight, you earned it.” Hunter took my unoccupied hand in his, his expression reflected that of a proud father. I felt like I hadn't thanked him enough for pairing me with AJ Lee when I first got to Florida. The corners of my mouth turned upward into a tight lipped smile as I tried to keep the tears from flowing.
“Hey, we’ll catch you at the hotel then we’ll ride together.” Nia squeezed my shoulder lovingly, and the other girls all waved their goodbyes. Hunter nodded his head, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and left me be. Some of the officials scattered around directing where to load the crates and equipment into. A few of them stopped to congratulate me, and we exchanged pleasantries. I got changed into a matching sweats set, gathered my things, and made my way out to my Uber. I finally got a chance to look at my phone on the way back to the hotel, the notifications didn’t end, but a few in particular from April made my night more than anything.
April🕷️: YOU DECIDED TO USE MY SUBMISSION AS THE FINISH?! 🥹👉🏽👈🏽
Mavis🔥: Of course! That was all you baby! ✨❤️
April🕷️: 😭 All your hard work paid off, I told you! Congratulations! 🎉🍾🎊
She was right, I trained my ass off for six months straight, even though I felt like that still wasn’t enough, but I’m grateful for all the improvement.
Liv stood on the couch of the VIP section, bubbling with excitement as I stood with the bottle of Don Julio. Music loud and bumping in the background, “Liv Morgan, I now dub you, ‘Hottie of The Month’ as I crescent you with the Don.” Liv tilted her head back, her hands held onto my hips so she wouldn’t tip over seeing as she already had a few shots before I got here. The section was crowded with WWE superstars, some of which I haven’t talked to, but they were having a good time. My eyes flickered over Livs shoulder, Jey was standing at a distance chatting it up with Shotzi, and her husband. He must have felt my gaze because the second my eye landed on him, he was looking up at me. His lips parted from laughing at something Shotzi said, ‘Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire.’ The music snapped me out of my haze, “Ayeee!” Goosebumps pricked my skin as a strong hit of dopamine released, my hips swayed on beat, and soon enough I was surrounded by my girls. Shotzi had run over to join the dance circle, Liv jumped in front of me, ass perked up, and threw booty in a circle on me.
I held onto her hips grinding on her like I was her man. I'm sure the pictures will surface tomorrow, but we’ve been friends so long, we mine as well have been in a relationship. The music cut momentarily as the DJ came over the speakers, “Aye shout out to Cali’s very own, and new WWE champion Main Event Jey Uso!” ‘USSSOOOO’ His entrance music blasted throughout the club. The vip section shouted simultaneously, I took my heels off, and got on top of the couch. “AYE MAIN EVENT JEY USO IS IN YO CITYYY!” I looked over to Jey who was now grinning from ear to ear, a glint of desire in his eyes as he made his way over to my section.
“Wassup champ!” I greeted him excitedly, he embraced me in a polite side hug, he threw his duces up to someone behind me, but all of my attention was on him.
“I’m not the only one in the building, you got your gold too! He shouted over the music, I flicked my hair over my shoulder, his infectious energy affecting me, and causing a smile of my own to turn upward onto my lips. His eyes drop to my mouth, he leans in to get a closer look, I let out a giggle taking a half step back.
“What you looking at?” My hand pressed against his chest lightheartedly to keep him from coming any closer than he was.
“Damn girl, those real diamonds in there?” He asked playfully, I’d be a liar if I said me getting a grill wasn’t because of Jey. My weight shifted from one hip to the other, my finger playing with the Cuban link chain around his neck.
“Of course they are! I had to ice myself out so I could be cool like you, Main Event Jey.” I said melodically, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, he smiled boyishly, but he didn’t know how to rebuttal to that. My heart was thudding in my chest, I wasn’t ever expecting to get this far, usually we keep it light at work, or when we’re around friends. Tonight was a different vibe, as I was clearly feeling myself. “Do you wanna be blessed by me?” I asked, my voice too low for the loud music, and the even louder party goers. He leaned in closer tilting his head down, his hand coming around me, and pressing to my lower back.
“Would you like me to bless you…with the Julio?” I offered, repeating again. My hand grasped his bicep gently, our faces inches apart, and I could hear Banica and Liv cat calling us in the background.
“Oh yea, let’s do it! Pour it up!” He smiled showing all his teeth, the flashing lights of the club hitting his silver bottom grillz, and jewelry making it glint. He held out his red solo cup, I’m not even sure where he got that from, but I laughed taking the cup from his hand.
“No no baby, come stand here…” I guided him over to the couch that occupied a few superstars, I couldn’t make out at the moment, on the opposite end. I carefully climbed up, with his help of course, I held onto his shoulder with one hand. Jey’s hands held me by the hips to keep me from teetering over, and ultimately falling on my ass. “For the second time tonight, we have another enteree into the Hottie club, ladies and gentlemen! Jey Uso!” My hand held onto his chin tilting his head back, his gaze locked on me as I carefully poured into his mouth. He swallowed the liquor down begrudgingly, he grunted, and flexed his muscles with his unoccupied arm. ‘Taykeith fuck these niggas up! SKEEYEE!’ Sexyy Red blasted through the speakers, anyone who was previously sitting popped up, and instantly started to act a fool. “IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNNA SEE WASSUP!” I shouted as loudly as I could, my arms up, waving up, and down signaling the crowd to bop like Jey did two weeks ago on Monday Night Raw. “SKEEYEE!” They responded back, following my lead, a whole sea of people bouncing with me, I looked down at him, and to my surprise he’s still holding onto me like I was already his. “HE WANNA FUCK WITH ME THEN IMMA HAVE HIM STUCK!” I poked my tongue out at him, I jumped down from the couch, my arms loosely looped around his neck. “I’m gonna go step out for a min, need some air.” I said, my lips close to his air, and fanning my face with my hand. While everyone was busy dancing, and guzzling shots I took him by the hand to sneak away.
The transition from the stuffy night club air, to the cool breeze of the California summer evening, gave me a slight chill at first. He took a look at me, stepped closer to me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I scooted closer into him, the thin lace of my outfit doing nothing to help keep me warm. I looked up at him from underneath his muscular arms. I noticed how his tribal tattoo peaked out from underneath his shirt, and snaked up his neck. “Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” The smile never left his lips, his cologne smells warm, and spicy. I’ve worked with him for a little over two years, but at this proximity, his energy was dizzying. He wasn’t looking at me, but rather straight ahead to the buildings bunched up along the street across from us. He had a faraway gaze in his eyes, maybe thinking of some memory that I’m not privy to.
“Not enough.” I purred, my arm wrapped around the back of him, and the other resting on his chest. His gaze shifted to me, brown eyes full of lust, and taking in my features.
“I see you all the time, from a distance I be thinking like…damn she fine–” he started, but I couldn’t help it. I burst out into laughter as I wasn’t expecting him to say that at all, or confess in the way he did. He’s always had me in stitches though, that’s the first thing that attracted me to him. He slightly let’s go of me, his eyes brows pinched
“Why are you laughing, I am serious. I said, my oh my Mavis lookin fine today. Like gah damn Mavis be lookin good every day, I wonder if that’s exhausting?” He chuckled lightly, my own laughter had simmered to a giggle, but as realization dawned on me I slapped him on the chest.
“How come you never said anything!”
“Because, all that beauty intimidated me a little, and you always surrounded by your little girl friends.” He spoke truthfully, I was shocked by this revelation, and here I thought this whole time it was just me being shy.
“Well I’m all by myself now…” My voice came out as a whisper, chewing on my bottom lip, without hesitation he pressed his lips to mine. Both our arms wrapped around each other, my fingers playing with his curly hair, and it’s softer than I imagined. I moaned into his mouth letting his tongue in to caress me, he tasted like alcohol. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach when his hand trialed down from my back to my ass. I gripped his hair pulling on it lightly causing him to groan. I broke the kiss first since my lungs needed air, a trail of spit dropped from us, and down my chin. “Jey.” I whined, a puddle of wetness gathering between my thighs, he took my cries as a sigh to continue his assault. His lips trailing kisses from my chin to the crook of my neck, and down to my collarbone sucking on the skin.
“Mavis we—oh! Oop sorry, sorry.” Liv's voice came from behind us, I nearly jumped out of my skin, getting caught up with Jey made me forget we were standing on the streets of LA. People scattered up, and down the block. The loud bumping music spilling from inside the club, into the streets. I turned to her, hand to my chin trying to clear Jey, and I’d mixed saliva from my chin. Her eyes wide with shock at first till she saw who I was locking lips with, then her eyelids lowered, a teasing smirk spread across her face. I could feel his hand squeezing my hip. If I knew anything about Jey from our time as friends, he could be more reserved about certain things.
“Damn it, I owe Nia $50 dollars.” Liv sucked her teeth, Jey and I looked at her in disbelief. She shrugged her shoulders shamelessly, I sighed out a much needed breath. My eyes flickered over to him, then to Liv who looked at me expectantly.
“We’re all kinda smashed, Banica said she wasn’t feeling well, we need a designated driver. Pretty please, I’ll owe a big favor.” She pleaded, her big blue eyes, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and blinked twice for extra measure.
“Hey, go ahead and take care of your friends…I can catch you later.” Jey and I unraveled ourselves from each other, and had enough distance between the two of us. We had created so much body heat that a thin shine of sweat had recollected between my breasts. I leaned up on my tiptoes, and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek which brought a big grin to his lips. My hand lingers on his shoulder as I let Liv pull me away, and back into the club.
WWE blog @slutouttanowhere ✨
#jey uso#jey uso x black!oc#jey uso fanfiction#main event jey uso#black!oc#—Tokio#wwe#wwe fanfiction
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okay but if we’re going to go with theatre major phoenix we need to go full fucking theatre major phoenix
like he shows up in germany the first time like “if there’s time for it i’d love to catch a show while i’m here, germany has such a vibrant theatre scene”.
and edgeworth's like “absolutely we can make that happen, i believe there’s a major schiller production running at the moment and it should have english surtitles”.
and phoenix is like “oh yeah no i’m sure it’s really solid but actually there’s a shakespeare production i’m interested in”.
edgeworth is like “okay odd choice for someone supposedly interested in the german theatre scene, but yeah who can say no to shakespeare". but they get there and it turns out it's this like peak weird experimental avant-garde german theatre production of coriolanus that’s set in a bdsm club. for like four hours edgeworth keeps looking over at phoenix like “what in the actual fuck is happening right now right now” but no matter what is happening onstage, phoenix just keeps watching it intently, finger pressed to his lips, the same pensive furrow to his brow that he gets in court when listening to testimony.
but afterwards when they're sipping their after-show aftercare tea in the lobby phoenix is waving his arms all over the place as he's like “SUCH an effective use of consent! the way they just continually wove it into everything. the almost brechtian emersion it created. the way it laid bare the underlying themes around consent of the governed. and then tying that in with the obvious angle of the performative masculinity of militarism and an audience that demands to be played to, and drawing the comparison between that and both bdsm AND theatre itself. an obvious comparison of course, but SO well done! just wow!"
and edgeworth who still hasn't quite managed to process anything beyond that first moment when coriolanus walked onstage in full leather daddy get-up and has a white-knuckled death grip on the after-show aftercare blanket wrapped around his shoulders just nods weakly and croaks out a vague “i'm glad you enjoyed it”
like he's gotta be into weird and experimental theatre. he can't have been a theatre major and NOT be into weird and experimental theatre. sure he'll go see the schiller production and enjoy it, but bdsm coriolanus is what gets his Theatre Kid blood pumping, y'know.
#ace attorney#i make no claims as to the feasibility OR merit of this hypothetical staging of coriolanus#i watched the tom hiddleston production once and the finer details of the plot and its themes have not survived the years since then#but don't worry the fictional theatre company isn't wholly irresponsible#there were large signs#the people checking their tickets did a whole 'you have familiarized yourself with the details of this production right?' spiel#the program featured like ten pages of warnings and explanations and shit#edgeworth just missed all that because he was arguing with phoenix about the legal elements of the merchant of venice#and also 'yes i'm familiar with coriolanus phoenix i'm not an uncultured swine'
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I'm going to write this now as I'm watching the goodbye stream, to add my two cents and whatnot.
The community has always been a huge part of the project, if we put the actual server aside for one second. The fanart, fanfics, headcannons, theories, comics, analysis, videos, memes, all of it was just as important as the actual players and server happening. The community was as much the lifeblood of the project as the actors involved were, and for that I can give a big thank you to all of you in the QSMP tag reblogging and creating under QSMPblr. I've adored each passing moment here - that including the rougher eras because as a community I've seen very measured responses from people truly passionate about the purpose the QSMP was there to serve - to unite communities.
As I'm watching Quackity talking about the fact that even if the QSMP as a project has ended, his desire in bridging cultural and language gaps is still present and something he wants to continue creating for. So yes, even if the server is currently ending, what has been achieved will forever be present. I'd never even thought that I'd be in a community with so many different nationalities who are not afraid to express themselves in their own languages and cultures, and especially I'd never thought that I'd be eagerly waiting to congratulate mutuals on their national holidays and things like that. In that, it's made me want to get closer to my own culture since I've never really properly grown up where I come from and I think that is something to be cherished.
I'd never thought I'd rekindle my passion for language learning and now be able to watch videos and streams in Spanish to understand the majority of what's being said and laugh along in chat, nevermind that same passion being rekindled or created for thousands of others. We have so many languages here and it's insane to even think about isn't it? People in the community that speak: Portugese, French, English, Spanish, German, Korean and probably more! I've been trilingual for the major part of my life, and have known Italian really well for a long time on top of that, but the QSMP as a whole has opened up my perspective on language like I'd never thought anything could.
THAT BEING SAID. Thank you to the creators involved in the project. It was clear to me as early as from the first days - before the translator - when the creativity and passion of the creators broke through those initial barriers and helped form the meaningful connections we find today. The roleplayers that created stories and characters very near and dear to me are absolutely to be praised, personally, I'd say q!Cellbit, q!Roier and q!Etoiles are my favourite characters to come out of this and those that I will keep creating and blogging about. Every character that came out of this is incredible though, everyone even down to Jorgito the IV drip and Posolito the capybara are utterly, indisputably, definantly: peak. Im greatful to the duos or groups that have emerged thanks to the translator and opportunity, just a few examples being: Cellbit and Roier, Badboy and YD, Pierre and Maximus, Etoiles and Phil, Missa and Phil, Cellbit and Baghera, Tubbo and Pac, etcetera! All of these connections between CCs were really entertaining to watch, and all due to the QSMP.
ALSO THAT BEING SAID. Thank you to the actors behind the scenes doing as much of a part as the streamers themselves. The eggs were all absolutely wonderful as NPCs and breathed life into the server like no other. All of them, all portrayed such different characters with realistic personalities and struggles that to me have always been stupendous at staying in character at all points. Lullah, Chayanne, Richas, Tupperware (Dapper), Patitas de cheto (Bobby), Leo, Tillin, Juanna, Trump, Chunsik, Em, Pepito, Sunny, all of you eggos have made the QSMP an unforgettable experience, and you admins deserve to get recognition. Massive thanks also go to the designers, writers, actors and managers behind the project as well, just as important in keeping the server running and fresh in how it was.
General thanks to the project for achieving what it has. Uniting communities, creating an incredibly story and characters, opening mine and other's eyes to more diverse cultures, rekindling passion for language learning and just so much more shit I could talk about for hours. This server has been an incredible ride, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving it completely.
Of course, the QSMP was by no means perfect and I'm not trying to make it out to be. It has it's issues and I'm completely aware of that. I think the impact and beauty the server has had is something to be celebrated regardless because it's something on a scale not done before.
I'm still going to be here, posting and creating about this SMP even after it closes. I'm still gonna be here posting silly clips and making long posts like this one that will maybe get 5 notes - but that's fine with me. I'm proud to be part of this community and experience as a whole, since Day fucking 1 - and I regret none of it. To all the people I've met over this thank you so much for being the people you are, keep creating and learning.
Thank you, QSMP, QSMPblr and Quackity Studios.
#qsmp#qsmp pos#elk rambles#forgive me for such a long post#but I felt this whole adventure deserved a post like this because of how much its impacted my online life#i wont stop being a part of QSMPblr and posting clips and textposts and reblogging the fuck out of everything because I love it here#never change QSMPblr#thank you <3#liveblogging#QSMP liveblogging#qsmpblr#elk writes
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What dreams know about love?
Chapter 5
Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC
Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?
Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected
TW: Wet dreaming, fingering, self-pleasure
A Bath. A nice warm bath, that was all the Eoster could think. Some people clear their head under cold showers, Eoster liked to soak her head under a nice milky warm pink water and let the smell of a variety of flowers fill her head. She barely stopped to talk to any subject besides a polite acknowledgment nod, here and there, going straight to her bedroom, calling for the maids.
The bath was quickly fixed, and in no time, Eoster's entire body was immersed in the water, only her eyes and nose peaking out. A mix of flower petals danced around her moving in a slow and directionless pace. At first she tried to tune out everything related to Morpheus and his return, resting her head against the cold white porcelain, trying to relax, leaving the worries on the other side of the door. A few moments passed before she realized that she was getting a headache trying to convince herself not to think about their reunion. It was like telling someone not to think about a pink elephant, it becomes impossible not to think of anything other than a pink elephant.
If Love couldn’t turn off her thoughts, she decided to turn her attention to something else. A game she always liked to play: Guessing from which flowers the loose petals belong to.
Half an hour went by, as she lazily watch the petals and made lwaves pushing away those that she identify. Love manage to name roses, peonies, some lotus and a few rosemary’s petals. There was still some left, but the distraction didn’t prove enough to keep her mind away from her apprehensions.
This rare alone time was a small pause that allowed to forget she was a queen, that she had countless romances to supervise, marriages to bless, entities to teach, concerts and poetry readings to endure. A moment where she could inhale the sweet and healing smell of flowers and welcome the watery warmth, letting her mind go numb and her thoughts run free.
Some days, when she felt loneliner than most, she would check if there was any maid around, and if there was none, Love would remedy her loneliness herself. Gently sliding her fingers through her thighs, shvrieng from delicate touch, dwelving in that feeling that was scarying and exciting. Fingers dancing, enticing her flesh, until meting her core.
She shyly let her fingers touch the sensitive skin, sliding between her folds, experimentating with touches that provoke more delicious shrivels. Sliding a finger inside herself, thinking of no one in particular, just the touch. How she longed for someone who would want to touch her, to crave her flesh, to see her body curve and hear the whimps of pure lust.
A few years after her king absence, maybe her stupid heart started to forget about how her husband really was, because during those alone moments, she often began to think about Morpheus and imagine being one of his mistresses. Both in a hot bath, she laid against his wet chest, synching the beat of their hearts. A peaceful silence, enjoying a moment where they were not queen and king, husband and wife, but simply lovers entangled in each other arms. His hand would travel through her body, lightly caressing her lily white skin, caressing her breasts, the tip of his fingers playfully brushing against the sensible nipples, making his wife melt under his touch, humming in a languily approval. His hand would travel lower until reaching the bottom of her belly, cruelly teasing her, before pulling her closer by the waist. They would stared at each other, Love lost in his deep blue gaze, as he asks a silent consent, and reached for her lips. An innocent kiss that deepens as he would slide his fingers between her folds, slowly working on her, nourishing in her pleasure.
Love would indulge in her imagination thinking about his lips against the soft skin of her neck, not being able to contain himself, leaving love marks along her neck, marking Love entirely as his. The gentleness of his hands in her breasts, not squeezing them hard to over stimulate himself in coming faster, but to entice her, nipples aching for his mouth, his hot breath against them. How he would curl his fingers inside her, adding one after the other, revel in hearing the sweet whimps and pleads, seizing the chance to steal sloppy kisses from her, feeling her body tremble but cruelly keeping a slow pace. He would not just put himself inside her and pushed it until finished, avoiding at all costs looking at her. Not in her imagination. He would slowly stretch her out, while sweetly kissing her, dwell in her needy moans, whispering promises of love and other unpoetic secrets woken by their carnal union. Sometimes when almost reaching climax, she could imagine hearing the sound of his low sultry voice against her ear, a tone she imagined he would only use in private, asking her to come for him, to wake up all their realms with her lustful pleas.
She always felt ashamed of the inappropriate thoughts after relieving herself. Knowing that those imaginary scenarios were foolish fantasies of a lonely wife. Even though she couldn’t help but keep turning to them again and again. It was her pink elephant.
But now, after reuniting with her actual real husband, she doubted she would ever indulge in her immaculate fabrications ever again. His return, his whole presence, was a constant reminder that her fantasies were not only products of imagination, but impossible ones. That thought grew a bitter feeling inside her. One more thing Morpheus took away from her. Nothing ever would be safe from him. And if that was not enough there was the whole present situation.
He said her court could go to the Dreaming.
A court that was not fond of him.
He said the Solstice Festival could be held at the Dreaming.
He agreed to the stupid idea of inviting his Endless siblings.
His ruined realm would hold the most important festivity of the season.
And on top of it all, the cherry on top of the cake: Eoster needed to move back to the Dreaming.
Just the thought of it, made sour memories come back to hunt her. Sleeping alone in a cold room filled with blueish light that penetrate through her curtains; pillows wet from tears; hearing footsteps outside her room, and thinking, hoping, that maybe it was her husband. That maybe he would bust through the door and fall in his knees, repenting of all his sins, asking, begging for her forgiveness. Foolish dreams. She could live with a terrible marriage while in the Garden, it was her realm, her people, and she could bury all her misery deep inside her heart and fill the days with nothing but a blissfull routine, applauding harp solos, enjoying afternoon quadrilles, accompaning mortals through their love journeys. But in the Dreaming, everything was foreign and cold, she felt like a naive deluded young queen again. Loneliness and tears filled those palace halls.
Eoster let her body smoothly submerge, closing her eyes. If only she could disappear. Maybe if stayed hidden in her bath long enough, Morpheus would forget about her, and his sister, Lady Death, would come visit her. A much pleasant company. The thought was appealing, if not for knowing that Elijah would probably start a war in Love’s name against probably, due to his dramatic nature, all Endless siblings, and would most likely destroy her realm and everything dear to her heart.
Elijah needed Love, the lovefolk needed her, mortals needed her. She could deal with her husband. Today, she lost her temper, but it was their first encounter. She would regain her calm composed demure. And Morpheus would not get a single tear from her. He would have her back. An uncaring, vague, passionless wife. Just like he always wanted her to be. He would not get through her.
A shiver ran through her spine. The Dream King. Was it time already? She tried to ignore it, maybe he did summon her by mistake, but the tingles continued. She grunted in a very unlady like manner, emerging to the surface, clearing her eyes with the back of her hand. Eoster jumped when she saw Elijah with her fluffy tower next to the bath.
"My Queen, I believe the water is already cold. I can ask to heat more, if that is your wish." He politely said it, eyes upfront, a posh way of saying that she was taking too long. "Thank you, dear cupid, but there is no need for it. I-" Another shiver, more intense. Eoster even had to stop talking after the cold feeling took over her body.
True Marriage’s callings is one of the things that she really wished somebody could've explain it. One can not ignore the calling. It only grows stronger, more annoying, a literal pain. "As you see, the king is calling." She got up, some petals stuck in her skin. She wrapped herself in the fluffy towel, as her cupid helped her to get out of the bath. "I am afraid there is no nuptial’s nightgown ready for you, my lady. All the tailors and seamstress were full, and none wished to help their queen." The brown haired cupid accused bitterly. Elijah and the old tailors and seamstress had an ancient feud. Love didn’t meddle in those, preferring not to ask, avoiding picking sides.
She lightly scold him, knowing nothing would change. "Don’t be villanous, Elijah." He bowed his head respectfully. She had a hint the feud was something about the cupid undecidedness and impatience for immaculate perfect clothes. The old cupids are known for being stubborn and workers of their own pace and schedule. One could have the most beautiful original pieces by their hands, however it could take an eternity. And if rushed, it would take double the eternity.
Nevertheless, they were not fans of the 'stuck-up cupid’ (as she heard one of them called Elijah). Even Love had to be patient and careful on how to speak or demand anything from them. They could simply ignore it, or do it slowly as a cupid could, taking a millenia to finish an easy task. An delay entire operations. Nothing in the universe, expect a good cup of lovers' tea, biscuits with pure nectar, and a very convincing apology, would, maybe, in a good day, be enough for them to forgive an insult.
As they entered Lady Love's bedroom she saw three dresses perfectly laid in her bed. "I took the liberty on selecting a few options that might please the Dream King." Elijah went by the mattress, deciding which to show first. The chosen first option was a long silk golden dress with a bare back. It could pass as nightgown. Love glanced at it, not in the mood for gold. "We could try the lilac one, maybe some violet petals in a loose braid to match it." The cupid suggested, understanding the look as a disapproval of the first choice, taking the second option, a delicate tulle lilac attire, loose fitting but lots of transparency.
It was not the dresses she disapprove, but the fact that she had to wear them to please a king that could not be pleased. "Let's do hair first." Love turned away from the bed to her vanity, siting, while taking the hair pins off. Elijah dropped the fabrics, and quickly was behind her, brushing the long curls, untangling and smoothing them. "Did Lucienne talk to you?" The cupid didn’t take his eyes of the hair while responding. "Yes, my lady." He paused for a moment, and Love thought he would not give her the details, but this was Elijah. There were always details. "Poor thing, I only explained half of our traditions for the day, and what she would have to take care of" Places at the table, dinner options, color palettes, entertainment, appropriate topics of conversations, who to invite, who to avoid… "She looked as lost as a little lamb. I told her we could revisit everything tomorrow, but I am afraid she might resign." Both shared a complicit giggle.
At the same time it was a ludocris idea to resign over a simple party execution, it seems quite fiting for the librarian. Librarians are not versed in the practice of entertaining. Yes, Lucienne was more than a simple librarian and would do her best, of course. The woman never escaped duty, she was too loyal to her lordship for it. But Love feared her best wouldn't be enough for the Solstice Festival. "If the burden becomes too heavy, ask the Emissary to assist you both, but don't bring him into the Dreaming. Like a...Distant consultant." Love didn't mind her cupid's lover. Not at all. The Emissary has been around for years, he was as much part of her court as any other, and had quite an eye for anticipating crises. His clever wits also amused the Queen, and he had that daring nature that reminded her of Desire without the bad parts of trickery. Dream, on the other hand, would become insufferable if he knew Desire's creation was thinking of freely walking in his realm.
"Before fallen in desperation, Lucienne also mentioned that I am to have a private audience with Lord Morpheus." He glimpse at the queen in the mirror, she turns to face him, confused. "A private audience with you? Why?" Morpheus didn’t mention this to her. Why? If he wanted to discuss the Solstice Festival it didn’t need to be a secret from her. Maybe he was ashamed of not knowing about the traditions of his own wife realm? That never bothered him before, besides he has a librarian, she could do the search. "Did Lucienne mention the topic of discussion?" Love inquired trying to make sense of that strange meeting. "She did not. Lucienne only said that the king needed to finish some pending business, and he would summon me right after." Love fell silent, turning to the mirror, frowning, as Elijah returned to her hair. Dream needed to rebuild the Dreaming, that was the ‘pending business’, but what was Elijah’s part in this puzzle? she didn’t have the faintest clue.
After finishing a loose side braid tied with a piece of lace fabric in a small bow, Elijah had to tap the brunette on the shoulder, for she was lost in her deep trail of thoughts and theories trying to make sense of Morpheus’ plans. It’s not intending to meddle and ruin his plans, truthfully, although he would never believe her, it was the other way around. Love wanted to know his real intentions so she could dodge them and not be blamed for trying to ruin it.
Eoster lightly shook her head, as she got up, and stopped, looking to the dresses in the bed. Three perfectly beautiful and appropriate choices. Any husband would be delighted to see a wife dressed in any of them. ‘It is a mockery’ She thought. Why would she dress beautifully as it was their first night of honeymoon and they were a loving couple, when Dream would rip them off, and not even look at her face when finding his pleasure? Love doubted he would notice if she was dressed in a carefully made nightgown or a simple rag. He did not care. The only care he had was to roughly touch her body to entice his manhood, until he was ready to penetrate her. Any clothes she wore were only a reminder of her shame. Especially when destroyed and cast aside on the floor. A cheap but precise metaphor for her own self.
Love turned to her wardrobe, opening the white doors engraved with small flowers hand-painted in great details in each corner. She scanned through the beautiful gowns, formal attires and seasonal frocks, each more unique and ravishing than the last. It was until the very end, her fingers brushed against a thick long cotton fabric, an old camisole, that left all for imagination. Shoulders were only exposed thanks to the off-shoulder neckline. "Our king never really cared for them, did he? We might learn something from his never ending wisdom." Eoster didn’t mean to sound as sarcastic as she did, but after saying it, she did not regret it. How can she regret the truth?
Not once in centuries he complimented her, or spent more than a second looking at his queen before commanding her to lay down. So why should she care? Eoster took the rustic gown off her hacks, and happily gave it to Elijah. The cupid looked at it, and back at the determine look at Eoster’s face "Indeed, my queen." If Eoster didn't know better, she could swear Elijah gave her a proud look with a little smile in his lips. A small inculpable rebellion. An implied message that she might attend to her marital duties, as expected, but it was nothing more than a barely tolerable obligation. One that she was tired of dressing up, pretending it was her duty to sweet her husband's eyes. When in fact, Love was lying to herself, trying to ease the pain. Maybe wearing those nighgowns, it would feel like a happy wedding.
It never did.
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#the sandman#the sandman fanfic#dream of the endless fanfic#morpheus x reader#morpheus x wife#morpheus x ofc#dream of the endless x reader#lord morpheus#eoster#queen of love#sandman netflix#what dreams know about love?#dream of the endless#tom sturridge
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hi there! love your blog! have you ever shared voice hcs for strade, ren, and law? hope youre having a good day! <3
AAA THANK YOU AND YEAH DOG I WAS MANIFESTING THIS ASK!!!!!!!!!!
ren 🦊
i think he has a young-sounding voice, like even as he gets older his voice doesn't really give away how old he is
raspy? kind of like he's always talking out the back of his throat
A LOT of vocal fry. idk how to explain it
he'll, like, use a lot of, um, filler words? and, ya know, sort of just speak in a way that, like, really makes you question if he knows what the fuck he's saying.
the only point of comparison i can think of is ira glass, though his tone is a little more fox leaning
real talk, he sounds kind of faggy lol
he's kind of self-conscious of his voice, so when he does become fox, he makes a lot of changes to the way he speaks so that it's more practiced and considered. obviously slips up when he has the chance to though <3
law 🥀
they got the playstation cut scene autism. the twin peaks autism.
like, they've got the low, quiet, kind of monotone autism drawl
very breathy sounding, which goes with slow quiet of it
they have to...um, really annunciate to put...tone and meaning behind their voiceee, otherwise they kind of just...sound...a little detached...a little spacy...yeah...okay...
they sound like they're not listening to anything anyone is saying, and the fact they look so out of it most of the time (even without the drugs, their gaze is super spacy) doesn't help either
like almost the gentle, offputting kind of quiet of paul dano in prisoners but. lower.
they um and er a lot too, like, um, yeah...okay, uh, for sure...
there's a lot of power behind their voice though. like, they make themselves seem gentler and smaller most of the time, but in the case of being angry, it can really climb up in volume and intention
so you better listen to them when they're being nice and quiet...
strade 🔨
hehehehehe i've thought about this one sooooo much
obviously has a noticeable german accent, albeit not a super thick one. it's there.
doesn't have the best grip on english slang and does the bilingual thing where he'll be like "ah...what is the word for-" when he's having a scatterbrained moment
doesn't um or er that much though, he'll confidently say the wrong thing and get corrected on it (or not)
he'll talk in a way that is really really direct, but, ahm, kind of lilt towards the end, making everything sound like a question? and then, ah, spreche-SPEAK very knowingly, right?
a pretty medium-range voice, not super low or that demanding of attention in his regular tone. people want to listen to him because he's a friendly guy!
kind of like the original singer of oomph! hehehehe, pretty regular tone, definitely a fast talker too
laughs a lot <3 has a nice warm chuckle when he's in polite company, and he's like the best person to laugh at bad jokes
very good at keeping up appearances <333 he's a manipulative faker who looks and sounds totally normal in his rich neighborhood
and obviously can push his voice down to a growled threat or a shout, which makes his accent sound a lot thicker <3
#i LOVED ANSWERING THIS HEHEHE#strade btd#ren hana#ren btd#lawrence oleander#lawrence btd#qs#see my vision boy.#see it.#headcanons
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i cant fucking believe wall is losing the poll. this is bullshit
Fr like I swear this is just one of those things where it's blatantly obvious that no one actually pays attention to the character arc that happened in the first few frames of eternal diva.
Like, the way that the wall was completely coaxed in darkness the first four frames? That was art. It told us, the viewer, that hint coints are everywhere if we just know where to look for them. Also, the way that the walls facial features don't move at all was really good foreshadowing for it's amazing character arc later in the movie when it has to choose which Don Paolo to shoot when he was fighting with his clone, and it shot them both!!! That was raw as hell and you all just ignored it because the "Flora kills a man" arc happened right after it. And yeah, obviously, that arc was amazing in every way, but it really bothers me how everyone says that the movie peaked there when there are so many other good moments. Like the moment Descole accidentally walked into his reflection because he changed so much after the burned strawberry incident that he couldn't recognize himself anymore? Poetic. That moment where Luke accidentally talked to the nefarious pikaratfish who described to him the secret to achieving Godhood? Superb. And of course, since this post was originally about my top Blorbo of all time, the wall, that moment at frame 13 where the light reaches it and we see Laytons shadow projected onto it????? Holy shit man when I told you, I almost cried. The symbolism of Layton bringing the light into the walls live is, admittedly, VERY heavy-handed. But the symbolism in the scene where Randall smokes a fat blunt was just as heavy-handed, and no one cared about it there. Anyway the way the light both reached the wall through Layton but also the way he blocks some of it off? Ough. My heart. And yeah, people will use this as justification to say, "See, without Layton, there would be no wall character arc. That proves he's the better character! WRONG, Layton is just a tool for telling the story of the wall. He's a part of it, yes, but the main focus is very much the wall itself. You just pay more attention to him because you ship him with Randall, and your fandompilled brain has already forgotten the ability to observe media beyond it's shipping aspects.
Let me make this clear now, btw, since I know I'm gonna have a bunch of annoying anti-wall people in my inbox later who are gonna be like:
"How can you enjoy the wall as a character??? Don't you know the wall is really problematic due to it's history In Germany from 1961 - 1989???"
To those people, a quick info. I'm literally german, so stop accusing me of "history-bending-wall-favoritism" or whatever you wanna call it. Liking the wall as a character is not harming anyone. It's literally fine.
#not a heritage post#ask#I'm gonna be honest gang after a while i just stopped thinking but not typing
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