#Lost In Translation || N S F W

[brooklynislandgirl]

[eldritchravens]

Welcome Home - The Homewarming Update : A compilation of the secrets I could find

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD!⚠️

This post is simply a compilation of all the things I could find during my exploration of the website. I'm not going to delve too much into theories. Enjoy the read!

1- Statics

Every background is now filled with statics. I tried zooming out but I couldn't find anything. Not really a secret, but still interesting to note.

2- It's a dog! Oh, and a pea!

Found in the "Official Welcome Home Cook Book" in the merchandise page. I am... A little worried about Barnaby. For those who are aware, the pea is foreshadowing for a much bigger secret.

3- Audio distortion

Surprisingly, I was only able to find one instance where the audio distorts. In the "Homewarming Storybook Record", when Wally speaks here (timestamp is 18:16), the audio gets distorted. Please let me know if you found more audio glitches on the main website!

4- The page is breathing

I was able to capture something that made my skin crawl. Look very closely at this illustration. It's... breathing. I'm unsure if any other image in the website does that too. Very troubling.

5- Lost track of time

Uh-oh! Looks like our beloved writer is losing their perception of time itself. An effect of the black substance maybe? You can find this on the News page.

6- Pixels? Smudges? Oh, and a new friend!

In The Neighboorhood page, Home now has little white pixels around him? I'm unsure if this was intentional or not. Interestingly, the secret link under Home dissapeared along with every other traces of Wally.

The logo on certain pages looks... dirty? Look closely, there are brownish stains on some letters. This doesn't appear everywhere.

And! New friend! Hello new friend!

7- Symbols!

Okay, now onto the main course. Something I think we've all noticed straight away! There's a ton of tiny little doodles splattered around the website. The doodles are all named after a letter. Here is every letter translated from their respective symbol you can find on the website :

Home : M I O A Merchandise : P Y E R Media : Y G About us : A R Stickers : E News : T Neighboorhood : S F N E Wally : W Exhibition : N Ghestbook : W W W Transcript : Y

"www" huh? Interesting, like a web link. At first, all of this doesn't really mean anything, until we stumble upon this!

Fascinating, it's a code! Eddie here is giving us the translation to every single doodle. Next, if we solve the question here "What does Home wear at parties?", it gives us the next clue we need. The answer is "ADDRESS". Address? Now, remember the "www" thing? That's right! We need to assemble the letters we found to make a link!

8- Away from Prying Eyes

After assembling a link, you will be able to visit a secret page. In it is by far the biggest secret in this update : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/

When I tell you I lost my marbles when I discovered this. There is a lot to say here! Firstly, one thing to note is that unlike any other secrets we had found in previous updates, Wally didn't put this here. Instead, it was this mysterious "W". Go read the whole thing! It's PACKED with information!

"W" purposely put this here for US to find. W is in distress, confused and scared; this looks like a call for help.

Might or might not be important, but the word "Paranoid" here starts with a capital. It did catch my eye, so maybe it is noteworthy.

This entire phone call is absolutely fascinating and gives us answers about the lore. I highly recommend people to give it a listen : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/phone

AND THIS??? OH MY GOODNESS!!! Clown is spoiling us with gifts for this Homewarming! Truly, thank you Clown and the whole WH team, you're doing such a marvelous job. Watch the whole thing here : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/commercials

And what's this hidden among the commercials? Eddie! Remember how I said the pea was foreshadowing? Eddie can hear Home's heartbeat. Well, our dearest mailman doesn't look too well :( Thankfully Frank seems to be looking out for him!

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Important things to note: This update is almost completely void of any trace of Wally infesting the website. The symbols were placed by the website manager here. Wally is not there anymore. Also, Eddie is purposely left out of the main update, only to be the center of attention in the commercial compilation.

Well! That's all I managed to find for now! Please let me know in the replies if I've missed anything. Thank you for reading, and Happy Homewarming! <3

Edit : Added some new things I just noticed!

[neteyamssyulang]

A/B/O

Day 31

Pairing: Alpha Neteyam aged up x Fem omega omaticaya reader.

Summary: You always had eyes for Neteyam, unfortunately you never thought they were reciprocated as he was eventually promised to another. Little did you know they actually were

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, Kinda cheating Neteyam, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, P in V, Marking, Knotting/Creampie.

Word count: 1221

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Rutxe -> Please.

A/N: First time writing full on A/B/O so I’m not sure if it’ll do well but enjoy and happy Halloween!

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

Being born an omega was difficult, well for you atleast. Whether it be female or male alphas they all tried having you, and each time you had to deny them.

No one except Kiri knew you had eyes for Neteyam, I mean who wouldn't? With his toned body, handsome face, and the way he can make any omega drop down to their knees for him.

Neteyam was your bestfriend and had been ever since you were teenagers, he had saved you from a group of alphas who wanted to have their way with you not caring if you didn't consent.

Ever since then you stuck to his side and eventually grew feelings for him, unfortunately they weren't reciprocated as once he turned 20 his parents had betrothed him to the daughter of the Kanesätaw family.

Li'ona was beautiful you had to admit, she was skilled weaver and hunter but she was also a beta. Everyone was under the impression that they'd make such a cute pair once his father passed the mantle of olo'eyktan to him.

What they didn't know was that Neteyam didn't like Li'ona, he liked you but didn't want to admit it as he didn't think you'd like him back. Li'ona knew Neteyam didn't like her but still tried for the sake of their people.

It was just a regular day not much to really do, you had helped out in the healers tent with Kiri before bidding her goodbye to head back to your hut to finish up some tops you started weaving the night before.

In the corner of your eye you see Neteyam and Li'ona, she was pushing at his chest and you could see she was yelling at him. For what though? You didn't know.

It wasn't your business anyway, you made your way inside your hut and started weaving the top when not even 5 minutes later Neteyam bursts through the flap of your hut turning around to quickly tie the flaps shut.

"Neteyam?" Your head tilts confused as he walks over now "What are y-" he shuts you up by leaning down to capture your lips with his. His pheromones a mixture of lust and nervousness.

Without even looking he picks you up and walks over to your bed laying you down on it while he hovers over you. Breaking the kiss he sighs "I can't do this anymore Paskalin.."

"Do what Teyam?" You didn't know what he was talking about or why he was doing this, it felt wrong since he's promised to someone else already.

Neteyam hisses out of frustration "I can't keep denying my feelings, I love you y/n." Did- did he just say what you thought he said? He loves you? You must be hearing things you have to be.

The male has a look of worry on his face as you don't respond back to him, feeling his heart break he goes to get off you when suddenly he gets pulled closer till your lips meet in a passionate kiss.

He groans into your mouth as he quickly unties his tewng throwing it somewhere off to the side before ripping yours clean off your body along with your top all while never breaking the kiss.

Eventually you need to catch your breath so you pull away panting, his eyes lock onto yours, they aren't the beautiful golden orbs you always got lost in no.. his eyes are dark and filled with lust.

Neteyam was about to lean in to kiss you again when you scooted back earning a growl from him "W-wait, what about Li'ona?"

"Fuck her I want you y/n! I choose you as my mate not her. Please.. I will deal with the consequences later but right now let me show you how much I love you." Your heart melts at his words as you give him a nod.

The male smiles and kisses from your neck all the way down past your stomach leaving marks, in the process copious amounts of slick drip out of you and down onto the bedding below.

Your breath hitches as he licks a long stripe up your folds, a deep growl rumbles through his chest savoring your sweet taste.

Without warning he dives in licking your clit and sucking on the little bundle of nerves, your head falls back against the bedding as your hand reaches down tugging on his hair.

He moans against your pussy sending the vibrations through you, Neteyam then sinks two of his fingers inside you curling them just right.

"Nete- youch!" You yelp as he smacks your thigh with his free hand, "That's not my name." A pink hue flushes your face and you know what he's expecting to hear.

"Alpha- please.." this time he rewards you by trailing wet kisses up your body till he gets to your neck "What a good little omega~" Neteyam purrs into your ear, his cock already emerging from his slit.

Pulling his fingers out of your sopping cunt he replaces them with his cock sliding slowly into you, the stretch was painful but welcoming. Neteyam sensed you were a bit uneasy so he released comforting pheromones to relax you more.

Finally he bottomed out, leaning his head down to the crook of your neck he took a deep breath of your pheromones then licked over your scent gland sending shivers down your spine.

You tapped his shoulder giving him the ok to start moving, leaning back up he hauled your legs over his shoulders and set a fast pace.

The only sounds to be heard was both your moans and the loud squelching sound from your slick as he slammed his hips against yours. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly “A-al-pha rutxe..”

“Please what princess?” He smirked looking down at you, sweat dripping from his hairline “Please can I- can I cum?” You spoke softly.

Tsking he sent a harsh thrust into you stilling his hips, “Hm? What was that omega?” Tilting his head, he knew what you said he just needed you to say it louder for everyone to hear.

Your omega instincts were begging you to listen to your alphas command but you were also stubborn so you stayed quiet looking away. Not having any of that he rolled his hips coaxing out a small whimper from you.

“Be a good little girl and answer me or you wont get what you want” he said while grabbing your jaw turning your head carefully to look at him.

Letting your instincts win you gave in “Please alpha, let me cum” this time in a more louder tone but still soft so none outside could hear.

“Good girl” he purred now fully moving again slamming into you. Your nails dug into the bedding as you came chanting his name like a prayer, Neteyam groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

His knot prodded against your hole begging entry which your body agreed to by producing more slick. Leaning down he sank his fangs into your neck as he pushed his knot inside spilling his seed into your empty womb.

Your body shook as a small whimper left your lips, finally Neteyam unlatched from your neck and leaned up panting.

“You did so well for me my little omega.”

[marcia-11111]

Daffodils. III. The broken souls pt. 1

I apologize for the very late update, however last half a year was quite hectic and unstable for me - from a toxic job to the exams. But now, I'm better.

Tag list: @idk-bro-gay @kiopanxp @hellothere9597 @hsxhype @mareonyan @is2sae

TW!

Breakup, angst, and heartache

Sae Itoshi is a Japanese prodigy pursuing his dream of becoming the world's best midfielder. In the race to his own goals, he loses the person dearest to him: you. 

(y/n) (l/n) - Sae’s ex-partner. You are an exchange student from a Spanish university who came to Japan. You met him a few years ago during your year abroad in Spain and became his partner. You have moved on, or you thought you had. However, what will happen when the one who wanted you to avoid him the most finds himself again in your life? Is he going to prove his love to you? Or will everything turn into another heartbreak? Does your heart want the Japanese prodigy back?

All "Blue lock" characters belong to the authors of the manga and anime "Blue lock".

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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Trying to find a student job abroad was such a hassle. Only a couple of days have passed since you came to Japan in search of a peaceful year, having known of him not being fond of his homeland. However, fate is full of surprises. 

For some, love was simply not a part of their destiny. It must've hurt, but it was the truth, especially for you. Why would a heart decide to suffer instead of leaving all the emotions behind? 

You have already been jobhunting for a couple of hours, but everywhere seemed to be well-staffed or you're unqualified for the job. Regardless how hard you tried, you're left with no option. 

"What a hassle." A sigh escapes your lips. Out of nowhere, a window pops out—a job offer for a soccer club manager, part-time. “Blue Lock? That popular programme?” You read it out loud. The description seems quite fitting, and you lack any other options. “But if it is soccer...” You released a sigh. No need to worry; the possibility of Sae coming there is low. You decide to apply. Fortunately, it's a smooth process that you could finish quickly. 

“Now, there is some time for myself!” You chuckle and turn on the TV. The sight of the next minute causes you to flinch. “Sae…”

“Itoshi Sae, the prodigy midfielder’s last assist, caused Royale Youth to win against the FC Barcelona team; however, the soccer player refused the interview offer!” You sigh once more and load a (f/m) to watch. “No need to think about him.” Still, the lingering feelings in your heart remain unchanged, no matter how much time passes. A single tear streams down your cheek. 

“...”

“Hah. What a time we had.” You focus on the movie instead, struggling to abandon the sadness in your heart. 

Sae’s POV

Everything has seemed bland since that day I had discarded everything I deemed worthy of my attention. All of my life had lost its color. I destroy everything I came across as it should (not) be. 

I walked across the beach aimlessly - the shore reminded me of the better days before Madrid, fame and the force of expectations, insatiable greed and hurtful pride. I became a hope of Japanese soccer, but… No, I am not like that. Whom I wish to fool? The outside world crushed me and molded in a form the child self of mine wouldn’t recognize, a cynical person whose mean words hide the hurt.

“Ugh.” I sigh. The sun shone brightly, blinding me for a moment. A moment later, I notice something (f/c) on the sand. Usually I wouldn’t give a damn about an item, but some unknown force convinced to pick it up. My eyes widen. “W-wait.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s (y/n)’s handwriting. But how come they’re? Especially, after everything that has happened. I didn’t dare topen the diary, but when I stood up straight, a photo fell out. It looks drenched with tears. Tears, which didn’t have time to dry up yet. It means they’re here not that long ago. But how do I dare think about her? Finally, I leave the beach, hoping that my past mistakes wouldn’t haunt me.

[48lexr]

Day 17 (23 in base 7) of writing my novel again

Today I will drop some Modern Odapir translations because they're actually kinda ridiculous and I'm really proud of what I was able to accomplish with this damn language.

Phonology

Stops: p, b, t, d, k, g

Nasal stops: m, n

Fricatives: (f) (v) (s) h

Approximants: w, j

Tap: r

Vowels: i, y, e, a [ə], á [a], o, u

Diphthongs: ai [əɪ̯], oi [ɔɪ̯], au [əʊ̯], áu [aʊ̯]

As you can see, phonemic vowel length was lost, as well as a lot of diphthongs, and all of the affricates. Non-glottal fricatives remain as allophones of stops between vowels, i.e. p, b, t > f, v, s / V_V.

Translations

Wá maji áso ná moi ten ko! - Watch where you're going! (Lit. using where you're going, do a warning!)

Omoi moimaji ko - Halt. (Lit. do a stop.)

Majy jamá ná ymak moimaji. - Why are you out after dark? (Lit. Why exist you after dark.)

I really like the (o)moi N ko grammar I created, because it serves several functions all in one. It literally means "to do a N," but it's actually just a light verb construction.

[plscallmeeren]

C I T I Z E N S O F W E S T V I E W P T 3

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: Dragonsw

Summary: part 3 ig (there is smut but I have marked before and after in case u just wanna read the story)

Warnings: Swearing; piv smut; anatomy lol; very pushy romantic old people; unedited bs

Word Count: 3K+

You watched Wanda cheerfully as she went on about her favourite milk-bar in Sokovia and the friendly couple who owned it. Two large bags full of books from the secondhand bookshop pulled at your arms as you followed her into the cafe, setting them down and ordering your favourite types of coffee while she continued.

She gestured around wildly in an attempt to bring more life into her story, your gaze slipping to the black woollen blazer she had stolen from you some time ago now. You might never forget her glare when you asked if you could have it back.

Her retelling came in swings of heavy accent and moments of delighted height down to suspenseful quiet. You listened intently.

She had been living with you for a while, slowly marking her territory with various ornaments and efforts, steadily ending an era of bleakly scarce cutlery and naked walls. You hadn't felt like you were missing anything before - it just didn't matter enough, and you barely had company over, anyway - but now you wondered whether you could survive without it all. Without the brass plates, the frilly curtains, her.

Her inner evolution hadn't gone unnoticed, either, although it too crawled so slowly it took looking back to realise how far she had come, how much had changed. Originally, although kind and occasionally talkative, she had been more of a stranger, a foreign house-guest who had landed with you on accident. You didn't mind back then, but again, you couldn't take it back. It wouldn't be enough.

Now, she had a favourite cafe, a favourite couch, a favourite neighbour. Her past seemed to slip away slowly, carefully ripping away any reserve or depression. It was still there. You saw it, every day, in little ways - but it was more like a passing thought, something that could be triggered with the wrong word or look. Back then it had enveloped her, fed her its own poison and blinded her from its weak points.

She was regaining a home where her previous one had been brutally destroyed. Not stolen, not tampered with, but wholly and utterly destroyed.

However, you did not know this. You knew precisely nothing, and as much as she was enough - she always would be - curiosity sometimes reared its unkind head, suggesting you say things in conversation, sometimes rendering you entirely incapable of speech. She knew about your history, why not hers? You knew why it truly bothered you, of course. There was only feeble denial of the twist in your stomach when she pronounced something wrong (judging by the average English-speaker) or the way heat coursed through you when one side of  your t-shirt slipped down her shoulder.

You were falling for her, whether you'd allow yourself to word it that way or not. Perhaps that was why you clung to the most unlikely part of her story, namely the mention of romance, and telepathically directed the conversation in another direction.

"You know, I have a friend in Los Angelos who... well, he wasn't so different from me, just... ice powers-"

"And you think ice powers are as cool as telepathy and stuff?"

"And stuff? Really? Stuff?"

"Mhm. Ice powers are much cooler."

"Good to know. What I was trying to say, is that I'm happy he found peace and love. All our kind - us warriors - never believed that was a viable life for us, even something to think about. But life has a way of proving you wrong, and I'm happy for him."

She stared at you for a moment, the two of you basking in the ethereal glow of the other, lost in translation of thoughts and other things you missed. She cocked her head, smiling faintly: "Why are you thinking of romance, dušica? Do you have someone in mind?"

"Maybe I do."

Some weeks ago you might have startled at such a raw display of trust, considering how badly you felt you were hiding your feelings. You wondered at her; whether some minuscule part of your emotion for her was mirrored within her, strong enough to make her stay.

You held her gaze, breathing in the scent of hot coffee as it entered your world without realising someone must have brought it.

Every spell had to break at some point, though.

"Why, hello, dears! I haven't seen you around in at least a week, am I right? Any good books?"

Mrs. Hill. Again. You loved her, truly, but she was more set on getting you and Wanda together than she was on keeping up her marriage. Or at least, her marriage may have suffered, had Mr. Hill not been just as in on the gossip.

"Yes, some classics today. Mainly cozy things," Wanda replied for you.

"Oh, yes, I assume you two will be cozying up all the way til spring, right, dears?" She winked at you in a way you imagined was supposed to be subtle, but was effectively more in Wanda's direction than in yours.

"I'm sure they'll be extremely cozy, darling. Although getting exercise in the cold times is important, too, you know," her husband caught on as he appeared around the corner. This particular ambush almost always came in double at once. You pretended not to hear the implications of exercise. Wanda snorted.

"I'm sure we'll be fine."

"And are you sharing a room?" Mrs. Hill asked, practically chirping.

"No, Mrs. Hill, I have a guest room, luckily."

"Oh. Well. I didn't realise."

"We're just heading out to our date night," Mr. Hill said in a last attempt, winking in much the same way as his wife.

"Well, you have fun, love birds," Wanda answered graciously, the two of you waving them off as they approached the counter. She broke into fits of giggles, clamping her hand over her mouth until they left.

"Oh, stop it," you muttered, sipping at your coffee as she cackled.

"Ha! Date night? Cozying up? Sharing a room? Exercise?"

"Oh, you caught that, did you?" you said sarcastically, laying your head on one side, unimpressed.

"Oh, I caught that. I caught it and I'm never letting go."

•••

Wanda

Wanda put her book down, leaning back into your bed with a sigh. She hadn't taken in any of the content. She had been thinking about you - the way your scent was ingrained in your pillows, the faint curve of your body where you always slept. This bed was bigger, more comfortable, so you had offered it while you practiced. She regretted it now.

She knew what was wrong with her; why you were so distracting. She knew exactly why she blushed when you called her 'love' or 'darling' or why there was a throb between her legs when you practiced your martial arts, muscles flexing with unequalled precision.

It drove her insane. She wanted to open up, but she never wanted to speak his name again. She wanted to love you without guilt, but she couldn't betray Vision that way. She wanted to ravish you and feel you, but how dare she?

In the end, however, she knew what the right answer was. Or maybe not right, but right for her. She had to tell you. Everything. Starting with Vision, and if she had the strength, about you.

Wanda stood up gingerly, tense and weak at the same time. She perched behind the doorframe, watching as you moved in the coated space of the living room; the swift cut of an arm, the careful lift of a foot, back arching perfectly as you leaned back. You had even tried to reach her some for when she couldn't rely on her powers. Hypnotising. Then again, you always were.

Vision would want this, she thought, but doubt still crept in at the edges, the loose hems of her mind, whispering in convincing voices that sounded like him but were only an echo of herself. Vision would want this.

Now it was you and your katana, a revelry of broad sways and wicked stabs at innocent air, your eyes closed, not sensing her because of complete concentration.

Beautiful.

You had done so much for her and she felt like she had never given anything back - you certainly hadn't asked. You were sweet, caring, polite, warm - oh, you were so warm. She had hugged you once or twice and who knew whether she was getting warmer from happiness or safety or the pure heat you radiated at all times. She had been safe in those arms, the stray anchor of a slow heartbeat, the murmur of what you had picked up casually of her native language.

She loved Vision, she always would, but even he couldn't compare to you. The thought clutched at her stomach and crushed it, replaced her belly with fear. What if she ruined this, too?

She was so afraid. She was out of her mind with fear.

You opened your eyes. She knew your routine. This is the point where you would sit down on your shambled carpet and meditate, but instead you smiled at her.

She hadn't realised she had abandoned her hiding spot behind the door.

"Hello, Wanda. I hope I didn't make you wait too long?"

Maybe it was the gentle tone of your voice, or the sound of her name when you said it, like it was the most delicate thing in the world - maybe it was the proof that she mattered so much, that there could be peace in apology, but she burst into tears.

Your approach wasn't rushed, but you were beside her in seconds, embracing her. Maybe that was why she had started sobbing; any excuse to feel your arms around her. Your heartbeat. Your warmth.

It was all possible here. From this vantage point, she could surely do anything.

She sniffed a few times, pulling back. You looked down at her, visibly concerned but not belittling.

"I- I'm fine. Can we talk? On the couch. I need- I need to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Everything."

There was no point in you arguing, saying you didn't need to know. Instead, at her request, you made a batch of coffee as she settled down, joining her once you had filled two mugs and found a tissue box.

She sniffed some more, but finally she was ready. She could do this. She could do anything if it meant you might hug her again, even kiss her. Oh, how she longed to kiss you.

You didn't even look at her expectantly, instead taking her hand, watching them intertwine as if it were the most miraculous thing in this world.

"It started when I demonstrated for Sokovia. For my freedom."

Her tears ran freely again, but she didn't stop.

•••

You

She didn't stop. You said nothing, only holding her hand.

She told you about Hydra, about a man(?) called Vision, about all she had lost, the end of the Avengers as she knew them, so many things in between.

"And now, Vision has every right to hate me for this, but I think..."

She looked you in the eye, steady, as if this were the final hurdle, the last thing to cross off a list of horror stories.

"I think I love you, just like I love this town. I've tried not to, but what's the point? I can't leave here without having tried. For myself, I suppose."

She looked at you, face tear-streaked but lovely, expecting something. Some grand reaction, another horror story to add. You refused. You were burning with love for her.

"Darling," you started slowly, taking her other hand into yours as well, "the day that we met... I had no idea what I was doing. I walked up to you, as you may recall, out of nowhere. A complete stranger. I just knew you needed something. I guess I did too, I just didn't realise it yet. I never could've felt this strongly. Anything. It's all you. You have made my life more lively and I honestly don't fucking care anymore that I'm selfish to want you. I don't want you to leave. Ever."

You didn't know who leaned in first, although later you both claimed it was the other. First, your lips barely brushed against each other, careful, cautious. Then it was over, your lips meeting forcefully, gripping for the other like there would never be another chance.

Something tore through your stomach, a rush of blood perhaps, but it fell like a tidal wave coursing, too big to fit. Nothing did. Nothing fit, but it was good. The way your heart felt like it would burst, like it was straining against confinements - that was good. Only now. Only with her. It was good.

She pulled back gently, and while you were entirely blown away and shocked and ecstatic and on adrenaline, Wanda looked calm, a steady thing in an ocean of unsureness. Her right hand clasped with yours, a delicate gesture for a delicate thing, carefully pulling you off the couch and towards your room.

SMUT STARTS HERE

"Are you sure?" you asked feebly as she closed the door behind her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yes. I have waited long enough." You watched as she dragged the auburn skirt and black tights down her legs, fighting with the feet before dismantling all clothes on her upper half.

Wanda was perfect. She always had been, yet there was something about seeing her now, ironically pure, more exposed. Emotionally and physically. There was so much more of her than you could have anticipated, and there would be so much more to come.

She smiled, cheeky and expectant, biting her lip playfully as you dragged off your own pants and boxers, not bothering with the loose t-shirt. She was only wearing panties and a bra - red and lacy.

You crooned forward, laying your hands down on either side of her and leaning in, pushing her down on the bed. Your hands roamed - there was no helping yourself - along the smooth skin of her thighs, the dip of her waist and the roll of her belly. Her breasts spilled out of your hands when you groped them, her hair splaying out over the covers and herself in a way that made her look like a mythological beauty. She might as well have been.

"Wanda," you murmured, not aware of what you exactly you wanted as your colliding lips parted.

"Shh," she answered, unclasping her bra behind her back and running her hands over your chest, below the shirt, eventually pulling you back down by the nape of your neck, out of your hypnosis.

You played with the hem of her panties for a moment, dragging them down to her ankles before throwing them elsewhere. She reciprocated by removing your last bit of clothing, too.

You turned abruptly, pulling her along with your hands on her ass, to lean against the headboard, sitting slanted, with her on your lap. You sent her a questioning look. She lowered herself onto you with something close to rolling her eyes.

Wanda's mouth formed an 'o' shape, and only then did you realise you weren't using any protection. You began to rise, but she held up a finger to stop you, as if she had read your mind.

"I want this."

Maybe you should have insisted or argued, but you didn't. She began rising and falling on your lap, panting as you toyed with her breasts, occasionally pinching or biting her nipples, earning a gasp. Your mouth focused on her neck, her collarbone, her neck again, behind her ear, her cleavage - an unimaginable feast. You ravished her with such concentration it reminded her of your practice.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tightly as her belly pressed against your abdomen. You pressed your hand there and she moaned so loudly, you were sure the neighbours could hear. Well, at least the town would be getting the romance they wanted.

"Oh, God, (y/n), I'm coming! This is- You're-"

You silence her with a kiss, hoping that would say anything that needed to be said as she came, juices spilling out onto the sheets.

"Wanda, I-"

"Do it."

You came as well, filling Wanda to the brim, and while you knew you were supposed to feel regret, none arrived.

SMUT ENDS HERE

She smiled broadly, leaning forwards to conjoin your sweating bodies, her head on your chest. You weren't sure what inspired her smile to grow bigger and bigger, didn't know the importance of a steady heartbeat and deep breaths.

"Is this real?" Wanda whispered, barely audible. Your heart ached.

"Yes. Fuck yes. And I will never let you lose me, unless you want to. It can always be real. As long as you like."

"Thank you."

The silence encompassed you once more, feeding on your thoughts and worries until you were both drowsy and blissed out.

"Wanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you stop me?"

She manoeuvred her head to look at you, saw the worry in your eyes, only smiled again.

Wanda took your hand, placing it on her abdomen. "This," she emphasised, "is not something I am afraid of, dušica. There is nothing I want as much as children - well, maybe you - and I fear only that I will have them too late."

"Because of you? Us? The dangers?"

She nodded grimly. "We can't expect to live as long as anyone else. Others..." She stared, but at something else, someone far away, and you desperately wanted her back.

"I wonder whose language they'll pick up first. Or maybe they'll just be boring Americans. Wouldn't be too bad."

She laughed, and there she was again, all yours, the past only something passing by.

"I don't know what I want," she whispered once more.

"Neither do I. We'll figure it out, though. All in due time," you promised.

You chuckled just as a bright and suspiciously watery laugh escaped her. "I just thought of Mr. Hill telling us to get exercised," she confessed, giggling, bringing your lips to hers precariously.

This was right. Now. With her. This was right.

[dodecatonemarinearchaeologist]

The f(rst- but unfortunate)y not the on)y- p(ece of history )ost to sea that may attract unwanted attent(on, but ( th(nk (t’s (mportant to share regard)ess. (t seems to be a torn p(ece of some sort of )etter, wr(tten (n the archa(c text ( ment(oned (n the co(n post- wh(ch to me (nd(cates that th(s was )(ke)y someone at or above the tea) caste. Not that )ower b)ood castes cou)don’t )earn )(teracy! )t was just… uncommon, to say the )east. [But a)as, ( don’t know for sure. Perhaps the author was a very )ucky )owb)ood for the(r t(me! Sorry )f that sounds demean(ng.] The paper seems to be a rud(mentary star map, though ( am not we)) versed enough (n the h(story of astronom(ca) mapp(ng to te)) you what era (t’s from. Sorry.

The use of archa(c text does suggest pre-H(C era, but ( know people (n late- H(sDM era [espec(a))y those of h(gher castes, a)most as a way to assert the(r )earned exper(ences] used archa(c text also. ( am unsure (f that carr(ed (nto our era, however.

( am unsure )f )t )s even safe for me to say th)s, but the paper does dep)ct the ex)stence of the 12th [though, techn(ca))y 4th] caste- the )(me caste. Modern star maps tend to om(t )(me s(ngs, so (t’s safe to say that th(s map wou)d be a controvers(a) posess(on nowadays… ( hope to be )ucky enough to f(nd (t’s s(b)(ng p(eces.

( am work(ng on trans)at(ng the text, and w()) probab)y add that here when ( am done!

The first- but unfortunately not the only- piece of history lost to sea that may attract unwanted attention, but I think it’s important to share regardless. It seems to be a torn piece of some sort of letter, written in the archaic text I mentioned in the coin post- which to me indicates that this was likely someone at or above the teal caste. Not that lower blood castes couldn’t learn literacy! It was just… uncommon, to say the least. (But alas, I don’t know for sure. Perhaps the author was a very lucky lowblood for their time! Sorry if that sounds demeaning.) The paper seems to be a rudimentary star map, though I am not well versed enough in the history of astronomical mapping to tell you what era it’s from. Sorry. The use of archaic text does suggest pre-HIC era, but I know people in late-HisDM era [especially those of higher castes, almost as a way to assert their learned experiences) used archaic text also. I am unsure if that carried into our era, however. I am unsure if it is even safe for me to say this, but the paper does depict the existence of the 12th (though, technically the 4th) caste- the lime caste. Modern star maps tend to omit lime signs, so it’s safe to say that this map would be a controversial possession nowadays…

I hope to be lucky enough to find it’s sibling pieces.

I am working on translating the text, and will probably add that here when I am done!

[daughterofhecata]

Once again I aimed for complete blackouts on @batmanisagatewaydrug's and @macrolit's reading bingos and this time, I actually succeded! (Even if I took some liberties with the term 'novel' on the macrolit one, mostly focused on the 'classics' aspect.) Lowkey proud of myself ngl.

Titles for both under the cut, full reading list here.

batmanisagatewaydrug:

graphic novel: Christopher Tauber, Hanna Wenzel: Rocky Beach. Eine Interpretation. [no english title]

horror: Jáchym Topol: Die Teufelswerkstatt [org. title: Chladnou zemí/engl. title: The Devil’s Workshop]

author you’ve never read before: David Henry Hwang: M Butterfly

translation: Władysław Szlengel: Was ich den Toten las [org. title: Co czytałem umarłym/engl. title: What I Read to the Dead]

poetry collection: Richard Siken: Crush

a book recommended by a friend: James Oswald: Natural Causes. An Inspector McLean Novel.

verse novel: Alexander F. Spreng: Der Fluch [no english title]

novella: Thomas Mann: Der Tod in Venedig [engl. title: Death in Venice]

a book w/ vampires: Michael Scott: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel #2. The Magician.

book w/ a cover you think is cool: Cornelia Funke: Tintenwelt #4. Die Farbe der Rache. [engl. title: The Color of Revenge]

2023 release: Jonathan Kellerman: Unnatural History. An Alex Delaware Novel

book w/ an animal on the cover: Faye Kellerman: Der Zorn sei dein Ende [org. title: The Hunt]

book published before 1980: Josef Bor: Die verlassene Puppe [org. title: Opuštěná panenka/engl. title: The Abandoned Doll]

science fiction: Ursula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed

romance: Akwaeke Emezi: You made a Fool of Death with your Beauty

historical fiction: Alena Mornštajnová: Hana [org. title: Hana/engl. title: Hannah]

450+ pages: James Ellroy: Die Schwarze Dahlie [org. title: The Black Dahlia]

memoir: Jeanette McCurdy: I‘m Glad My Mom Died

re-read a book from school: Frank Wedekind: Frühlings Erwachen [engl. title: Spring Awakening]

short story collection: John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse

non-fiction: Vera Schiff: The Theresienstadt Deception. The Concentration Camp the Nazis Created to Deceive the World.

book w/ a movie adaption: Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita

book published in your birthday month: Jan T. Gross: Neighbors. The Destruction of the Jewish Community in Jedwabne, Poland.

anthology: Alain Locke: The New Negro

macrolit:

Classic Author A/B/C: James Baldwin: Giovanni‘s Room

Published between 2000-2023: Kim Newman: Professor Moriarty. The Hound of the D‘Urbervilles

Philosophy or Literary Criticism: [various books and essays for three literature courses]

Harlem Renaissance: Claude McKay: Harlem Shadows

Children’s Literature: [various Three Investigators books]

Fan Fiction: [various works]

Essays or Satire: Mark Thompson: Leatherfolk. Radical Sex, People, Politics and Practice.

Book of Short Stories: John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse

Classic Author G/H/I: Lorraine Vivian Hansberry: A Raisin in the Sun

LGBTQ+ Author: Ocean Vuong: Time is a Mother

Published before 1940: Friedrich Schiller: Maria Stuart

Classic Author J/K/L: Ursula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed

Detective, Horror, or Suspense: Maurice Leblanc: Arsène Lupin und der Schatz der Könige von Frankreich [org. title: L'Aiguille creuse/engl. title: The Hollow Needle]

Classic Author M/N/O: Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita

Classic Author S/T/U: J.D. Salinger: The Catcher in the Rye

Poetry or Play: Arthur Schnitzler: Reigen [engl. title: La Ronde]

Biography or Non-Fiction: Peter Hallama: Nationale Helden und jüdische Opfer. Tschechische Repräsentationen des Holocaust. [no english title]

Classic Author P/Q/R: Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar

Graphic Novel: Christopher Tauber, Hanna Wenzel: Rocky Beach. Eine Interpretation. [no english title]

Published between 1940-1999: Hanna Krall: Dem Herrgott Zuvorkommen [org. title: Zdążyć przed Panem Bogiem/engl. title: Shielding the Flame]

Classic Author D/E/F: Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho

Young Adult: Kathy Reichs: Virals #1. Tote können nicht mehr reden. [org. title: Virals]

Gothic Fiction: E.T.A. Hoffmann: Nussknacker und Mausekönig [engl. title: The Nutcracker and the Mouse King]

Classic Author V/W/X/Y/Z: Frank Wedekind: Frühlings Erwachen [engl. title: Spring Awakening]

[brooklynislandgirl]

Ye Auld Sex Values Quiz! tagged by: my darling @kylo-wrecked tagging: anyone who feels attacked by weather way too hot for September.

~*~

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

~*~

The Dreaming Tree || Melakeni Ivers

[brooklynislandgirl]

More often than not movies are difficult for Beth. In her efforts to read faces and mouths quickly enough due to a lack of subtitles, she often misses bits of critical action or background information. But she can't bring herself to complain, can't bring herself to suggest some alternate activity. Clint isn't exactly the poster person for physical affection but while the story played out on the big screen, he'd draped an arm around her shoulder. He'd offered her space to rest her head. It would take more than a hearing deficit to not notice the way he shifted slightly, the way his pulse up-ticked during one of the particularly beautiful, truly sensuous love scenes.

After the slow walk was bathed in light dim as candles and even the shadows seemed to want to stick close to them. Nothing shines as bright as those slow and soft smiles that give her a glimpse of his teeth, a sparkle in his eyes.

Cozy warmth fills the small space of the Jeep. Part of it comes from the heater but mostly she feels it radiating from Clint. At first, she absently trails a few fingers around his knee. Man is all leg, long torso, and it fascinates her how he can fit in the space completely.

Humming along with Damian Rice, she doesn't at first seem aware that she's traversing the length of his thigh, exploring it without map or destination in mind. It isn't until she can't pass off the glances as anything but what they are that the devil kindles ideas inside of her and she smiles back at him. While innocence veils the green of her eyes, it completely forgets her mouth and she drags her tongue across the full lower lip.

"Mmhmm," she shakes her head. "You don' really enjoy bein' touched by surprise an' I surmise dat if say...I dragged ya shirt up and kissed my way down your side...around ya stomach...an' lower still...in public? Would have caused a scene." A pause as her hand shadows that spot between his thighs. Her voice thickens, becomes a smouldering tease. "But are you sayin' you'd like bein' watched by a t'irsty crowd? We could...make arrangements."

@brooklynislandgirl liked for a starter!

A dinner and movie had sounded cliche but in the end it had turned out to be a really good time. They had walked hand in hand down main street, enjoying the light displays set up for the holidays. It hadn’t been apart of the original plan for the evening, still they took the opportunity when it presented itself as they walked out of the movie theater. The whole setting looked like it was out of a Hallmark movie, including Beth. As always, Clint was captivated by her beauty and smile, following her lead like a love sick puppy.

He was driving them back to her place in the Jeep he had bought the day he and Natalia left New York, the night stretched out endlessly in front of them and one of Beth’s favorite songs on the radio. His mind had been elsewhere, lost somewhere between the simple comfort of being in her presence and his attention on the road before him. The warm hand on his thigh almost went unnoticed, nothing more than a loving touch by his girlfriend, earning a small pull at the corners of his mouth.

The hand began to slowly move up his high, instantly stealing his attention from the road as his gaze darted downwards at the hand then snapping back up again to the street before going right back down. Her delicate hand continued to creep along in the inseam of his jeans as his eyes moved back to the road, licking his lips at the thoughts beginning to enter his mind.

“Beth, I appreciate the originality here…but don’t you think the movie theater would have been a better place?”

[thecruie]

Whisk(e)y: The A to Z Guide - Must Know Terms

Here is our A to Z must know terms list to having you soundling like an expert!

From mash bills to nosing techniques, this comprehensive A-to-Z guide will provide you with a solid foundation of must-know whiskey terms.

A - Angel's Share: The portion of whiskey lost to evaporation during the ageing process in wooden barrels. It's a sacrifice that adds character to the remaining liquid.

B - Bourbon: A type of American whiskey made primarily from corn and aged in new charred oak barrels. It carries a distinct sweetness and can be enjoyed neat, on the rocks, or in cocktails.

C - Cooperage: The art of crafting casks used for ageing whiskey. Cooperages play a crucial role in shaping the flavours and character of the final product.

D - Distillation: The process of separating alcohol from the fermented mash through evaporation and condensation, creating the raw spirit for whiskey production.

E - Esters: Chemical compounds formed during fermentation that contribute to the aromas and flavours found in whiskey.

F - Finish: The additional period of maturation a whiskey undergoes in a different type of cask, imparting additional flavours and complexity.

G - Grain: The base ingredient used in whiskey production, such as barley, corn, rye, or wheat. The choice of grain significantly impacts the whiskey's character.

H - Heads, Hearts, and Tails: During distillation, these three components refer to the different stages of alcohol produced. The heads and tails contain undesirable compounds, while the hearts are the desirable portion used for whiskey production.

I - Irish Whiskey: Whiskey produced in Ireland, usually triple-distilled and known for its smoothness and light, fruity flavours.

J - Jameson: A well-known Irish whiskey brand that has gained popularity worldwide. It is renowned for its smoothness and approachability.

K - Kentucky: A region in the United States known for its production of bourbon whiskey. Many iconic bourbon brands originate from this area.

L - Legs: The streaks or rivulets that form on the inside of a whiskey glass after swirling. Legs can provide clues about the whiskey's viscosity and alcohol content.

M - Mash Bill: The specific recipe and proportions of grains used in the whiskey's production. Different mash bills create distinct flavours and characteristics.

N - Nosing: The act of smelling and assessing the aromas of whiskey. Nosing allows you to detect various notes and appreciate the complexity of the spirit.

O - Oak: The wood commonly used for ageing whiskey. Oak casks contribute flavours such as vanilla, spice, and tannins to the maturing spirit.

P - Peat: A fuel source used during malting that imparts a smoky and earthy flavour to certain whiskies, particularly those from Scotland's Islay region.

Q - Quaich: A traditional Scottish drinking vessel, often used for sharing a dram of whiskey among friends and symbolising friendship and hospitality.

R - Rye: A type of whiskey made primarily from rye grain. Rye whiskey can offer spicier and drier flavours compared to other varieties.

S - Single Malt: A whiskey made exclusively from malted barley and distilled at a single distillery. Single malts are highly regarded for their distinct characteristics.

T - Tasting Notes: The descriptions of flavours, aromas, and overall impressions of a whiskey, often provided by experts or enthusiasts.

U - Uisce Beatha: The Gaelic term for "whiskey," translating to "water of life." It highlights the significance and cultural importance of whiskey in Scotland and Ireland.

V - Vatted Malt: A blend of single malt whiskies from different distilleries, carefully combined to create a unique and balanced expression. Also known as a "pure malt" or "blended malt" whiskey.

W - Whiskey: The beloved spirit itself, made from fermented grains and aged in casks. Whiskey is typically spelled without the "e" in the UK.

X - X-factor: A term used to describe the intangible qualities that make a whiskey exceptional and captivating. It encompasses everything from complexity and balance to the overall experience.

Y - Yeast: A microorganism responsible for fermenting the sugars in the mash and converting them into alcohol. Different yeast strains can contribute unique flavours and aromas to the whiskey.

Z - Zero Chill Filtration: A process where whiskey is not chill-filtered, allowing the natural fatty acids, proteins, and esters to remain in the liquid. This can enhance the whiskey's texture and mouthfeel.

Hopefully that is enough information to not only get you through Whiskey Live, but to add to your Whiskey knowledge!

For anyone off to Whiskey Live, I might see ya there!!

Sláinte!

[dragon-riding]

WOAHHH NICE 2 MEET U!!! & CONGRATS 4 100 FOLLOWERS!!! I just saw the mini event & IT'S VERY INTERESTING WOSNSKSN, may i have an interaction w/ Leona (i wanna know his reaction 2 a bratty s/o ehe):

"Oh? Lion is aggressive aight? But i guess you can't f**k me hard & you're a very soft lion, look at you snuggling onto me like a cutie cat, you look so cute now~ Ehe~ SLEEP WELL, KITTY, IMMA CONTINUE MY HOMEWORK—"

U can ignore this if u r uncomfortable :333

anything posted and written on this blog is fictional and should not be recreated and/or idolized in real life

kinks included: spanking, degradation

Leona grasps your hips, thrusting languidly into you. It’s almost insulting when he yawns, jaw dropping wide open when you’re the one screaming and moaning as his dick slides in deeper, thick length opening your pussy so he can take, take, take.

“What’s wrong?”, he snickers as you scramble to grab his arms, to find anything to hold onto, mouth falling open into a sob, “Where’s all your bravado, huh? Where. Is. It.”

He punctures each word with a harder thrust, putting his weight onto you so you can’t squirm away. He’s irritated at your behavior, and that doesn’t bode well for you or your pussy that he’s intent on wrecking. He lifts a hand to spank your ass harshly, leaving yet another bright red handprint on you. A gush of slick rushes out of your pussy, garbled words getting lost in translation.

“Haaah, I’m not even fucking you that hard but you’re already this pathetic. Fuckin’ brat,” he sneers at you, “Interrupting my nap just for a dick inside this slutty cunt. Should I put you up for sale? Free pussy for everyone to fuck.”

“N-Noo-o I-I don’t ‘m not-”

“Shut up,” he groans. You fall silent, only to scream when he pulls out and slams back in, picking up his pace to drive his cock in so deep you see stars. “Yeah, just keep making those noises. You’re finally sounding as pathetic as you actually are.”

[yoichichi]

Sweet Girl

Modern!Mikasa x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

warning(s): dom!mikasa, oral(f) receiving, face sitting, fingering (reader receiving), some light titty slappin, if you think I need to add anything else please let me know!

a/n: Mikasa just loves her sweet little girlfriend <3 i got a mikasa x reader request about a flustered reader so i jus took it and kinda ran w it, I hope this is ok 😭 I hope it’s still smth you were looking for ! I’d love to hear anybody’s thoughts :) <3

“It’s ok pretty girl, you know I’ll take care of you.”

Mikasa’s soft voice sent a shiver down your spine, her warm breath tickling your neck and making your hairs stand on end.

She loved getting you like this, all flustered and desperate for her touch, so much so that your usual shyness was slowly being chipped away at little by little.

You were never known for having a bold demeanor, especially when it came to more intimate moments with Mikasa.

You’d always hide your face in the crook of her neck or cover it with your hands when she’d do or say sweet things to you.

Like when she’d make remarks about how no picture would ever be able to capture the beauty you emit while her delicate fingertips traced even softer lines across the natural path of your face. Or when she’d embrace you from behind with her nose buried in your hair, whispering about how good you smell into the back of your neck, chuckling quietly when you’d whine and turn around to bury your warm cheeks into her chest. It was one of her favorite things to do - make you feel all small and shy, it let her know how much her words really touched you. And that translated into all aspects of the relationship.

Nothing made her cunt clench more than seeing you whine and let your resolve fade away beneath her. Getting you so worked up that you lost all shame of telling her what you need, it drove her crazy, which is exactly why you are where you are now.

She was straddling your hips and holding your arms above your head, making it so there was nowhere you could hide your face or bare body from her. Her black bangs hung and framed her hazy eyes that were burning into you, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Her hardened nipples shown through the cotton white of her tank top as her tits bounced slightly from the way she started to grind herself down onto you. You looked down to see she was bottomless now, her soaking cunt only a couple feet away from your salivating mouth.

“If you want me, then tell me.”

Her sultry voice brought your attention back to her face.

You stared up at her with your mouth opening and closing as if you forgot how to form a proper sentence, hoping at this point she’d save you the embarrassment and relieve you of some of the built up tension, but of course the Mikasa you knew wouldn’t be doing that.

She let your left wrist go and brought her fingers to your lips. She gingerly traced them and licked her own lips before she abruptly shoved them into your open mouth to pull it down and open you even wider.

“Oh? Is my little girl all bored of me now?” Her tone was sickeningly monotone even though you could feel the thick waves of desire from her pussy pooling on your lower stomach.

You shook your head as quickly as you could and pathetically attempted to let out a “no I’m not I promise”, the words coming out jumbled around her fingers while drool was starting to drip down your chin.

She pulled her fingers out slowly and dragged them down your neck where she wrapped her hand around your throat, the cool air hitting your skin where your spit was sitting.

“Then tell me how bad you need me. Shouldn’t be hard for you right? I can practically taste how wet your pretty pussy is for me already.” Her lips grazed over yours as she rasped out the last sentence, making you mewl and squirm below her.

She sat up enough to promptly smack your exposed tit before grabbing onto it, squeezing it enough to get your attention.

“You’re only getting one more chance to answer me and be my good girl for the night.” Her voice got darker and you knew she meant it, Mikasa never doubled backed on what she said to you.

You sniffled and looked up at her, obediently nodding your head.

“Good girl”, she cupped your cheek with a soft smile.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the gesture while the rest of your bare body grew unbearably hot at the thought of telling her what you wanted.

“I- I want you.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and avoided eye contact, hoping and praying this would be enough to satisfy her.

She sighed and shuffled on you slightly, dragging her cold hands down your chest and over your nipples until they sat firmly on your sternum.

“That’s it? You just want me?” She looked at you expectantly with raised eyebrows.

Taking the chance to get away with it you nodded your head quickly with big eyes pleading for her to drop it.

“Anything my baby wants.”

She eyed you up and down like she wanted to devour you all while your eyes sparkled in her direction, just begging for a chance to touch her.

She sat up more and shimmied up your body until her dripping core was hovering above your face with her knees spread wide on either side of your head. Your arms shot up to wrap around her thighs and squeeze at the soft flesh there with anticipation.

She reached forward to grab onto the headboard in front of her and slowly inched herself down until she was close enough for you to please her.

As soon as she nodded her head to let you know she was ready for you, you wasted no time in lapping her up like he was your last meal.

She let out a shaky, content sigh while she left herself exposed so you could get to work.

You hummed in pleasure when you felt how messy she was getting you with her slick coating your chin, her thighs clenching when you moved to shove your tongue inside her aching hole. Needing more of a reaction from her you adjusted yourself once more to suck sadistically at her clit, moaning against it when one of her hands shot down to your head to hold you in place. You could tell she was doing her best to stay still on your face from the way she was biting hard on her bottom lip with her eyes closed.

“F-fuck, baby. Please, god, just like that.” Her voice sounded desperate.

Good.

You pulled your mouth away enough to speak,

“Please ride my face, please.” You were slightly muffled beneath her, but with the way she could hear your voice crack with desperation she wouldn’t deny you a thing.

She let out breathy moans as she started to move her to hips to grind her pussy on your face, your hands squeezing her ass harshly while you let out strangled groans beneath her.

“God, yes, fuck. You’re being so good, baby.” You could tell she was getting close with the way her voice sounded so strained.

“Please, cum on my face.” You were too smothered to get it out fully but she didn’t need to hear your words to know what you were asking.

“You want me to cum on that pretty face of yours? Huh sweetie?” She was panting now as you nodded your head to the best your abilities, moaning erotically beneath her.

You moved your hands from her ass and squeezed her hips as you brought her just above your mouth, making her unable to move while you sucked harshly one last time on her clit.

She squealed and clenched her thighs tightly around your head, her hips were spasming in your grasp as she finally came. You groaned and lapped up what you could until she shot up from the sensitivity.

Your eyes were big and full of adoration as you watched her use her shaky legs to rest beside you.

You sat up and crawled over to where she had her back against the headboard, the tank top sticking to her sweaty chest that was heaving up and down. Leaving sweet kisses on the side of her face you swung your left leg over her body to straddle her thighs. You leaned forward now so your forehead could rest against hers as she caught her breath with her hands rubbing up and down your back.

There was a moment of peace while the two of you just soaked in the others warmth from the close proximity, your chests touching at moments when your breathing aligned.

She brought her hand up to the back of your neck to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming against your lips when she got a taste of herself.

The hand that wasn’t holding you by the neck drifted down to your side until she was shoving it down between your thighs, just barely dragging her fingers along your outer lips, chuckling when she felt your breathing quicken.

“I think it’s my turn to make you feel good now, don’t you think sweetie?” You could tell she would be smirking with the pathetic way you quickly nodded your head and squeezed at her toned upper arms.

Her eyes watched the way your face scrunched up as she slowly shoved her middle finger inside you, only to pull it out and shove it back in with her ring finger accompanying it this time.

You tried to move to rest your head on her shoulder but she wouldn’t let you, her other hand now squeezing your cheeks to hold you in place, she loved watching you as she pleased you.

It was almost humiliating at how quick you were getting close to being finished, but you couldn’t help it with the way she was curling her fingers to push on that spongey spot.

“C’mon pretty, I wanna see you cum. Don’t you wanna be a good girl and make me happy?” Her voice was sweet as she worked to coax your orgasm out of you. And boy did it work.

You were a panting mewling mess as your weight nearly gave out onto her when your orgasm washed over you, her fingers only pulling out when you tugged lightly on the damp material of her top.

She brought her fingers up to suck on them as you caved and relaxed onto her, finally being able to nuzzle your face into the warmth of her neck.

She scooted down until you two were laying comfortably, sleep already starting to consume the both of you.

“Mm, love you baby.” She mumbled onto the top of your head.

Her arms were wrapped around you to keep you where you were, she loved falling asleep like this with you. There was something about your body weight on top of her with your warmth that made her so content and sleepy, no matter how often you’d protest she never failed to yank you on top of her and hold you there til you caved.

Sometimes she’d tickle your sides until you were catching your breath and laughing as you gave in. Other times she’d rub at the sore muscles in your back and kiss at your temples until you were too relaxed to say no. Or she’d draw designs softly with her fingertips on your arms while a movie played in the background, distracting you until you either forgot or were too comfortable to move. But wearing you out until you were too fatigued to protest worked for her too.

She adjusted the pillow beneath her head as she found a more comfortable position to sleep, and you grumbled something incoherent under your breath. She was worried she awoke you at first, but then she knew it meant her sweet, sleepy little girlfriend loved her, too.

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SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG IDK AHSJSJJDN pls pls pretty pls leave your thoughts ! I appreciate and read all of them :(((( ily guys and I hope you enjoyed! <3

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DATING BTOB HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴  Lee Minhyuk

A ⇴ AFFECTION

In anything that he did towards you, Minhyuk was always incredibly romantic, he would never be affectionate with you for no reason, there would always be a reason behind it, usually to remind you that he loved you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met at the gym one afternoon when you worked side by side on the treadmills. You could feel his eyes staring at you as you ran, and eventually you had enough, turning to face him with the machine on pause, keen to know what had caught his eye and why he was so focussed on you instead of himself.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He wasn’t afraid of showing off in front of you, and his confession certainly emphasised that about him. Minhyuk ended up confessing to you at the end of a date that he had arranged for the two of you, confident that the sporting prowess and the romance he’d shown you would be enough, he decided to pull you back as you went to walk up to your door and let you know exactly how he felt about you.

D ⇴ DATES

Every date with Minhyuk somehow ended up turning into a competition, he just couldn’t help himself, and if you were honest, neither could you. Minhyuk loved doing physical, he’d snap up the chance to show you how athletic he was and how strong he was too. If you wanted to relax a little more, he’d strongly suggest the beach or the park, anywhere that presented him with the chance to take his shirt off and be able to flex his muscles at you throughout the day, making sure that you were impressed by his physique.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d found himself in a small bit of controversy before when it came to his relationships, and so Minhyuk wanted to make sure that he kept himself, and you safe, this time around. Although everything was in the past, the backlash he faced still often played in the back of his mind, especially when the two of you were out in public. It was something he’d keep to himself too, not wanting to worry you or risk you getting nervous to be out in public with him when he was already a recognisable face.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

For the most part, Minhyuk loved to joke around, but a small part of him was serious too, and very hard working. When things got stressful and work became too much, you unfortunately tended to be the one that he’d take it out on. You’d sit and let him offload, trusting that most of what he said was nothing he truly meant. Once he’d taken the time to calm down and realise exactly what he’d said, Minhyuk would always be quick to apologise, determined to put things right and make sure you forgave him too.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He loved to show you off to his family, he could never hype you up enough, which drove them up the wall. Even if you were sat right beside him, he’d still usually answer a question on your behalf, knowing how humble you’d try to be rather than really showing off to all of them just how talented you were.

H ⇴ HOME

Having your company was a big deal to Minhyuk, whilst he didn’t want to dive straight in and move you into his place, it also wouldn’t be too far into your relationship before he began to suggest that you should be a permanent resident of his household. A small part of him had always been lost when he lost Hamo, but having you around changed things.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Minhyuk was the first one to say those three magical words at the end of one of your dates together. It almost felt like a rerun of his initial confession to you, only this time around Minhyuk was able to end the evening with a kiss, something he would have been far too scared of when he initially told you how he felt.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whenever he finds himself feeling jealous, the jokes come to an end and serious Minhyuk comes out to play. He’ll stare more than anything else, silently letting whoever the problem is know that he’s around and that you’re very much not available to receive anyone’s attention aside from his. You’ll feel his presence stand a little bit closer to you when he’s jealous so he can keep a closer eye on things, without being too obvious about his feelings. Even though you’d always be able to tell every time what was going on.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having a family was a big deal for Minhyuk, and after discharge, something he thought a lot more about too. Whilst he didn’t want to rush you into making a decision so big, he also wasn’t afraid to see how you felt about having kids and where you saw it in your future. It’s definitely something he wants to happen, especially so when you came into his life, seeing no other option as far as his future was concerned.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Charisma is something that Minhyuk has in buckets, and so he’ll definitely use that to his advantage when he’s trying to make you smile. He loves to show off, but he knows that it’s a charming side of him that you adore. He works hard to make sure that you’re always happy around him, as your boyfriend he very much feels like its his duty to keep you smiling and give you a reason to try and be positive, even when you’re feeling low. Charm comes easy to Minhyuk, and so it doesn’t take much from him before him being his usual self ends up bringing a smile to your face and a laugh escaping from you.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being on the road is when he tries his hardest to show how strong he is, he refuses to really let anyone in and try and cope with the mixture of feelings he’s experiencing all to himself. It’s hard on him to not have you around, the two of you were always a team, and so to have his teammate no longer there was tough. Of course, the other members would rally around him, especially Eunkwang who would often try and do some sort of impression of you to try and bring a smile to his face, but it would never be enough to having you in person with him, instead he’d just have to wait until he could get home.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You loved to always tease him ‘minnie,’ as it was the one nickname for Minhyuk that would always ensure that you got your way. He hated to hear it, and so would give you what you wanted the second he heard it from you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your figure, he loves how it feels whenever he hugs you and how well you carry yourself, with or without him by your side.

P ⇴ PDA

Affection in public was often kept to a minimum, there was a time and place for Minhyuk to spoil you with affection, and out in public wasn’t it. Instead, he’d prioritise protecting you, secretly enjoying the fact that he can show off to you again how strong he is by keeping his arms firmly at your waist.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He was incredibly competitive and loved to tease you when it came to something physical. The term fighting talk definitely springs to mind with Minhyuk, often questioning whether you really thought you were a match for him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Minhyuk loved to cook, and you loved to taste the delicious meals that he made, and so Minhyuk found the perfect answer to it all, creating a recipe book filled with the recipes you loved for him to make. When date night came around, the book was his go to in order to make sure he found the perfect meal that he knew you would enjoy, which would be the perfect starter for the rest of your night together.

S ⇴ SEX

Every single time with Minhyuk is romantic, without a shadow of a doubt. Many might have him down for someone who enjoys a quick bit of fun, but he’s actually someone who takes a lot of time to look after you and pay close attention to the things that you want for him. As with most things, he’s a complete romantic, he can’t help but be soft around you and make each time with you an incredible love affair.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Whenever he was feeling lonely, Minhyuk would naturally pick up his phone and start texting you. It was always you that came to mind when he wanted someone to talk to, he just hoped that you’d be able to reply.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Knowing that you were always there for him was the biggest relief as far as Minhyuk was concerned. Sometimes his lifestyle was a little bit lonely, but knowing your company was always open to him meant the absolute world.

V ⇴ VACATION

When Minhyuk said anywhere in the world with you, he well and truly meant it. Anywhere was an adventure as long as the two of you made it one, and there were so many places around the world that the two of you wanted to explore. Someone, you managed to limit it to just one, at least for now anyway.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he wanted to show off to you, then he’d definitely let you know about it, whining until you finally paid attention to what he had to show.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Every kiss that you received from Minhyuk was always filled with affection and romance. He wasn’t one to waste a kiss or a moment with you, a true romantic at heart, he’d make sure each one meant something. Of course, with that, he would usually kiss against your lips, if he felt like it, he’d love to tease you, but most of the time he would keep things simple and make sure his kiss translated how much he loved you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his teammate, the two of you just did everything together.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

There was nothing Minhyuk loved more when he fell asleep than being able to feel you pulled tightly against his chest, being able to wrap his arms around you and whisper gently into your ear as you fell asleep beside him.

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Masterlist

[leer-reading-lire]

Recommended books (from A to Z). Plot twist: they were written by women

To commemorate the International Women's Day, I have compiled a list of books translated into English written by Latin American women to give visibility to the great contribution that women writers make to the world’s literature. For translation reasons, the list in Spanish has different works and writers. So you can see that list also and have even more great options!

A: A Breath of Life by Clarice Lispector

B: Bezoar: And Other Unsettling Stories by Guadalupe Nettel

C: Cartucho and My Mother's Hands by Nellie Campobello

D: The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enríquez

E: Empty Houses by Brenda Navarro

F: Faces in the Crowd by Valeria Luiselli

G: Prietita and the Ghost Woman by Gloria Anzaldúa

H: Hurricane Season by Fernanda Melchor

I: The Inhabited Woman by Gioconda Belli

J: The Japanese Lover by Isabel Allende

K: Cockfight by María Fernanda Ampuero

L: The Book of Lamentations by Rosario Castellanos

M: Mask and Clover: Magnetized Circles by Alfonsina Storni

N: No One Will See Me Cry by Cristina Rivera Garza

O: Blood of the Dawn by Claudia Salazar Jiménez

P: The Promise by Silvina Ocampo

Q: Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass by Meg Medina

R: Recollections of things to come by Elena Garro

S: Las Soldaderas: Women of the Mexican Revolution by Elena Poniatowska

T: The Houseguest: And Other Stories by Amparo Dávila

U: Underground River and Other Stories by Inés Arredondo

V: Lost Children Archive by Valeria Luiselli

W: Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories by Sandra Cisneros

X: Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-García

Y: Thursday Night Widows by Claudia Piñeiro

Z: Zorro by Isabel Allende

 Who are your favorite Latin American women authors?

[andraaste]

I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction Part 1

Hey, this is the translation of the first chapter of my fanfiction, hope you'll enjoy it !

(Link for Chapter 2 here)

Chapter 1 : I am not your enemy

"I know you only just woke up and you're not ready to hear this yet, but know that today you are seen as the hope of the Eldaryans. You saved us all and you are worshiped as a deity, however, you must know one thing..."

Stranger faces crowded around me, jostling in a dance far too fast in which I couldn't keep up. Each gaze I met stared at me with a mixture of amazement and admiration while paradoxically, a sense of doubt hovered in each of them. Stalls of food, trinkets, and even potions spread out before my eyes in an abundance of information. The bright sunlight forced my eyelids to squint as uneasiness took hold of me. The market place, much larger and more developed than seven years ago, was teeming with life and sounds, each stronger than the next, which accentuated the headache that had assailed me for almost two weeks. Without warning, a shoulder jostled me and I swayed dangerously while grabbing the edge of a booth in an effort to support myself. The person gave me a scared look and quickly fled while muttering a vague apology that I wasn't paying attention to. What the fuck is happening to me ? The weight of emotional fatigue from awakening from the crystal was felt more and more, my body was searingly exhausted each day and I was sleeping well over ten hours each night. However, my condition did not improve, which prompted Eweleïn to keep me under observation as soon as necessary. I vaguely heard a man bitch about the fact that I was blocking the passage, which gave me the strength to let go of my makeshift support to stand up and continue my journey. But where had Jamon gone ? I was supposed to follow him to show me where to find weapons for the Obsidian Guard, which was now the one I worked for, but despite his very tall stature, I couldn't see him in the dense crowd. who surrounded me. Resuming my awkward run, Huang Hua's words circled in my head since I thought I saw, a little earlier, what sounded like my worst nightmare. "... He's here, Andraste. He repented and now works every day to right his past mistakes. His actions are totally unforgivable and no one will ever forget what he did to Eldarya, but his heart is no longer filled with the darkness that decimated him and that is part of why I decided to give him a chance here. " My stomach immediately turned as I thought about those words. He was there. The one who had put my life on hold for seven long years lived here like a repentant, and no one seemed to mind. But how could they have been ?! No matter how hard I twirled the words of the leader of the Sparkling in my head, I couldn't understand the decision. “He deserved it badly, you know. He was not greeted with open arms and even still, his presence remains only tolerated by the inhabitants of the HQ. But he is the most useful part of this guard and without him I don't think we could have got up so quickly. Don't look at me like that, I know what you are thinking, but I can only ask you to trust me. " My head was spinning as quickly as the nausea that was mounting again. "Have I ever shown you that my judgment was wrong ?" " Faced with this flood of nonsense, only my reason had managed to answer him at that time. “No, you are certainly right. " No, his judgment had never been distorted. Absolutely never. And it was eating me up. My fingernails dug into my arms, my breathing suddenly quickened and I felt anger sneak up on me. And as if to echo what was dawning in that moment in me, I lifted my head and froze instantly. It was his hair, almost silvery white, that caught my eye like a magnet. His large size also had a lot to do with him, he was well above all the people around him, and his tanned skin warmed his characteristic icy gaze. With his graceful, almost feline gait, he seemed to move serenely in the midst of a crowd filled with unconsciousness. It was him, I was sure. I will recognize him among a thousand, his cold mask having obviously never left him. Lance was a monster and he stood in front of me. Totally frozen for several seconds, my blood swirled around as I

jumped up without even realizing it straight ahead. The anger, which had already nestled deep in my heart for a long time, suddenly exploded, absolutely devastating. The latter crept in like poison, burning me so much that I literally exploded with rage as I ran towards it. The traitor hadn't noticed me yet and I decided to take advantage of it by rushing straight behind his back, ready to do battle. And for the first time in my life, I wanted to kill. With a desire so deep, so intense, that it dictated my every move and every thought. I probably lost some of my humanity at that point. Who knows, maybe deep down I was just as monstrous as him. Taking advantage of the surprise effect, I raised my fist forward and crushed it with all my strength on his jaw. The latter was thrown to the side and, under the effect of adrenaline, I was ready to perform my gesture again when his eyes, as cold as a lake of ice, spotted my movements. With a sharp gesture, as quick as a fraction of a second, he stopped my intention with a firm, almost painful grip on my forearm. This simple touch made my blood run cold as it burned my skin. Blinded by hatred, I tried to free my arm from its makeshift prison but nothing helped, my executioner did not give in a millimeter. - LET GO OF ME ! I shouted at him. - I am not your enemy, do not force me to hurt you, he begged me then. In response, I stepped aside and threw my second fist in the direction of his face, but much to my pain, Lance was faster than me and stopped my movement for the second time. - Andraste, I'm fully aware of your anger, but let me explain what happened. Totally blinded by anger, I couldn't hear what this killer was trying to tell me. - Let go of me, for God's sake ! I struggled like crazy and despite his strength far superior to mine, the young man was clearly not leading. - Look, you can't do that here. We are in a public square and everyone is looking at us, he tried to make me hear. His voice, both calm and alarmed, penetrated me to the depths of my soul. Stirring my memories, she took me back seven years, remembering every moment spent by her side. Fear, anger, hatred but also another feeling, much less gloomy, seized me then. But I didn't want that last feeling. In spite of myself, he had returned, like a sweet and bitter reminiscence, ruffling my skin where his hands still held me. I would never dare to admit to myself what I had felt for this monster during a fleeting moment. When the latter had kidnapped me, and maybe even before, an attraction had more or less pushed me towards him. Some sort of unhealthy admiration, perhaps. - You know very well that it's more difficult for me not to hurt yourself than you do to me, he said with a slightly superior air. But who did he think he was ?! Anger twisted my temples so much that my sight suddenly blurred. Lance noticed it and, hesitating for a moment, he kept me from collapsing by sliding a hand both firm and hesitant on my waist to hold me back. I pushed him away unceremoniously as a sharp pain gripped my stomach. - Don't touch me, Lance ! The latter raised his red-stained hand, his face troubled. - You're bleeding, what's happening to you ? My eyes froze on his dripping fingers. - I ... I don't know. My hand in turn rested where his had been a moment earlier. I found there a hot and abundant liquid. Some blood ? My sight blurred again and I sank under the alert gaze of my enemy. I felt two arms surround me before I passed out.

(Chapter 2)