#Spoke NYC

[nobodyinthegraveyard]

This headline is too fucking funny oh dear god

[emmafallsinlove]

so I’m listening to the podcast i’m all in and like. i kind of disagree with scott about the fact that in his eyes lorelai’s was more justified than jess in the back porch scene in 2.05, and like. but they said something kind of smart and it’s the fact that we as the audience are so used to rory but jess isn’t rory.

[shegottosayit]

The middle right woman in the white and orange print shirt is New York State attorney general Latisha “Tish from Brooklyn”James. My attorney general is cooler than yours!

[kayandthegoldendays]

sure I could let myself get overwhelmed by the fact I’m literally running around on an island helping deliver babies when I can barely manage being a truly functional adult OR I could make peace with this being part of the plot and maybe by the time I’m overseas attending births solo I’ll understand what my accountant keeps trying to explain.

[sadaveniren]

Just bc it’s said the pics are from Thursday they don’t have to be from Thursday. Also I think louis was flying to London on Thursday and not Friday bc then he would have to take a flight at 3am to be on time for the radio interview thing (it was filmed in his public house) and and I’m not even sure if there were any flights from ny to London at that time. Anon don’t worry just bc pictures are said to be taken on a specific date doesn’t they’re always

Exactly~ especially because like… we know they’re still together. They just had Italy together. Harry was on tour with Louis. The peace ring was back. Holivia just broke up. They’re fine and together.

I do hope that Harry got to see Louis because I know as someone who was in a long distance relationship not being able to be there for your s/o when they have surgery or something is hard AND we know they’ve rearranged plans before to be with each other during times like this. Obviously both of them are in a work crunch right now and this was completely unplanned but 🤷🏼‍♀️ LA to NYC is really not that terrible of a flight for a seasoned traveler. My dad at his peak of traveling once went to Tokyo from NYC for a single day and then came home. He spent more time in the air than in Tokyo. Hell, Louis and Zayn went from Tokyo to LA for like a weekend in 2015. When people are like “oh it’s too far” I’m just like “lol no it’s really not”.

In short, we don’t have an hour by hour tracking of either of them. Travel is incredibly accessible to them and their perception of unreasonable travel is VASTLY different than ours.

[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ Y/NRINA FAN FAVOURITES ?! 

[ navigation ] pt2

pairing : aespa5th!member x yoo jimin

synopsis : fan favourite y/nrina moments that convince them that they’re more than friends

genre : fluff

┈ clip 1

“we’re in sydney… nature. there’s y/n sunbathing on the grass”

giselle and karina walked over to you. her already closed eyes tightened as their shadows loomed over her. “she’s enjoying the moment..” karina explained to the camera.

“shes also asleep” giselle said with a giggle after nudging the girl and getting no reaction. “yah.. wake up!” karina poked y/n’s side. she flinched and warned her “do it again and ill jump you.”

karina giggled and poked the girls side deeper than before making her sit up. karina stood up and started running while y/n chased after her.

the clip got cut off to y/n on top of karina in the background of winter saying goodbye to the camera. they were on the grass as y/n sprawled her arms out over karina. if you squint you could see y/n cuddling into her.

y/nsairpods : nahh what they doing back there in 4:59

winterinari : we all saw that y/n

┈ clip 2

“helloooo everyonee !!”

“we raided y/ns room”

the live showed ningning, giselle and winter on y/n’s bed. it was currently 12:40am.

“what are you guys doing up?”

“we drank coffee hihi” said ningning as they looked for interesting comments.

“where’s y/n and karina?” read giselle aloud. “here they are.. unnie ill cover your face.” my’s could hear ningning whisper as they turned the camera around.

showing karina facing them straddling y/n on her gaming chair with her hands wrapped around y/n’s shoulder. while she played minecraft.

“haiii” karina waved with her bare face being covered by winters finger. “y/n say hi” winter spoke up.

she raised the hand that was on her keyboard and waved, her gaze still on the monitor. karina giggled and nestled her head deeper into the crook of the girl's neck, turning her attention back to her phone.

ningfordays : THEYRE DATING CMON

meowrina : mann if my girl aint clingy like that i dont want her (i want karina)

┈ clip 3

“now were done with our japan tour..” karina said still chewing on her food. beside her was y/n who eyed her food and opened her mouth.

karina picked up a piece of pickle and fed it to the younger girl. “you gave me vegetables.” y/n made a disgusted face.

“next time get ur own.” y/n made an annoyed face. “you look like a nerd with those glasses on .. chat do you agree with me. please comment ‘karina is a nerd’ i will be watching when this video uploads.”

y/n said whilst taking the camera from karina’s hands and fighting her off before she could get it back. “stop” karina sulked, going back to her food and ignoring y/n who shoved the camera on her face.

“atleast im a cute nerd.” y/n giggled at that.

“my cute nerd”

┈ clip 4

“hello everyone today i’ll be doing y/n’s make up yay!” karina said as she clapper her hands. she layed out the make up materials. “go wash your face first.” karina said to y/n who looked like she just had woken up. with her messy hair and oversized tshirt and pants.

“today we’re going to stroll around nyc but y/n is tired from jetlag so im helping her with her make up.”

y/n came back a little fresher than before. “come sit down.” karina motioned for y/n to sit infront if her. where she prepped a chair so the camera could capture it.

karina was standing as she did y/n’s make up until she got to her eyeliner. “agh this is hard while standing.” karina groaned as she pulled back from applying the eyeliner on y/n’s eyelid.

“sit” y/n pulled karina down on her lap as she was already towering above her. the camera caught the tips of karina’s ears turning red

y/n held karina close, steadying her as she worked on the eyeliner. making karina have the height advantage while y/n just closed her eyes and looked up.

ninging : ik what u are

tinniewinter : idk if i wanna be karina or y/n

┈ clip 5

“cut!” the choreographer called out. aespa was rehearsing for their synk hyper line tour in japan. everyone let out a breath of exhaustion as they let their muscles loose from posing.

karina approached y/n, who stood at her spot with her eyes closed, caught in a moment of post-performance relaxation. she didn’t even flinch when karina grabbed at her hoodie strings that got in her shirt from the vigorous dancing. fixing her hoodie.

she looked back up to face y/n and made eye contact with her. the camera caught the tip of her ears turning red. before she went in to wrap her arms around the girls shoulder. trying to ignore the flustered feeling from the sudden eye contact.

y/n, slightly taken aback, looked at karina with a hint of confusion. she returned the embrace by wrapping her arms around karina’s slim waist.

[brokenmenswhore]

Thanks luv! So, you are married to Aemond, yet despite his kindness to you, your sexual activities are treated as a duty (like your marriage). Aegon notices the situation and decides to give you a proper orgasm with his tongue. The issue is that he leaves you without fucking you (saving it for another time), and you can't help but crave him, you are desperate for him to fuck you (and when he does, he does it deliciously, making you feel like the luckiest woman in Westeros).

it’s 1am in nyc and this ask is driving me crazy i need him so bad

satiate | aegon ii targaryen

pairing: aegon targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+)

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Aemond came with one final thrust of his hips, spilling his seed inside of you as you continued to lay stagnant beneath him.

Aemond pulled out of you and rolled over, laying next to you. “Hopefully that will take,” he spoke, catching his breath.

Tonight was not unusual. Since you wed Aemond, sex has been about duty. He was a perfect husband, and was very kind to you, even in bed, but it was always about duty over all else.

“Yes, hopefully,” you responded.

Aemond turned his head toward you. “Are you alright?”

You smiled, appreciative that he was attentive to you. “Yes, thank you,” you responded.

There was nothing wrong with Aemond, and your marriage worked in public. However, you wished there was more passion, more connection, more something in private. This could not be all that sex has to offer. Still, Aemond made sure you consented and were alright.

You knew his brother, Aegon, was familiar with sex, perhaps more than anyone else. You were always attracted to him, and you always wondered what it would be like if it were him trying to impregnate you.

You and Aemond had been married for exactly a fortnight, which meant he had worked to put an heir inside of you exactly fourteen times.

Each morning you rose with a dull aching between your legs that you could not seem to satisfy. You were not sure exactly what it was or how to resolve it, so you spent most mornings in a state of uncomfortableness until the aching went away.

You were subsequently more irritable during the first half of the day, shifting uncontrollably in your seat or nonstop switching the leg holding most of your weight when you stood.

Aegon took pity on you.

He noticed the change in your attitude since your marriage, and after five days, he picked up on you rubbing your thighs together as you tired to get comfortable for breakfast each morning. After nine, he could see the exhaustion in your eyes, and he knew it was from his brother occupying you deep into the hours of the night.

You had been with Aemond long enough for the pain and uncomfortableness of sex to fade away, but it hadn’t seemed to. That meant you that weren’t connecting the way you should, and Aegon suspected that exact truth.

“My brother is incapable of satiating your needs, hm?” Aegon spoke, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall beside where you were standing and flipping through the pages of a book. You let him into your chambers because he asked to speak to you, but this was not what you expected.

You paused your actions and lifted your head, turning it toward Aegon. “Excuse me?”

“I can sense it,” he responded.

You scoffed, “I do not know to what you refer.”

“Put the book down.”

You looked up at him, and you don’t know why, but you did what he asked. You closed the book and placed it down on the table beside you.

“Lay down on the bed.”

“Do I look like someone-“

“Y/N,” Aegon cut you off, holding up a hand, “do you want my help or not?”

“Help?”

Aegon somewhat pitied your innocence, but he was aroused by it more. “Do you want me to make that aching between your legs go away?”

You took a deep breath. You were embarrassed, but you had nothing to be ashamed of. “I am simply sore. Impregnation can be rather intense.”

Aegon tutted, “no, no, that’s not it. You may not know what it is, but you know it’s not that.”

“Enlighten me then, if you are so well versed in such things,” you teased, trying to ease the tension.

“Are you going to lay down or not?” he asked, not taking the bait and maintaining his serious tone.

You walked over to the bed, sitting and shifting your back against the pillows as you straightened your legs and made yourself comfortable. “Like this?” you asked.

Aegon smiled at you. He thought that you were so cute for checking.

“If you’re comfortable,” he replied, crawling on top of the bed and kneeling in front of you. He pushed your legs apart, hearing your breath hitch as your dress was pushed up to your waist, exposing your small clothes to Aegon.

“May I?” he asked, tugging at the waistband of your small clothes.

You nodded your head yes and swallowed back your nervousness, watching him pull the fabric down your legs, completely exposing you to him.

“You feel the aching right now?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you answered.

Aegon dipped his head until he connected with your folds, placing a soft kiss there.

“What are you doing?” you questioned.

“I’m gonna taste you, darling.”

You shifted in your seated position. “What do you mean?”

Aegon only smiled in response, dipping his head again and running his tongue between your folds.

You gasped at the wet feeling, your head instinctively falling backwards. Aegon began to flick and swirl his tongue, and you moaned at the sensation.

This was completely new to you, and you questioned whether or not you could trust Aegon. You had heard the whispers about him, and how rough he liked things.

You also questioned if this was ethical. It was objectively unfair to bed another man while married, especially your husband’s brother, but despite how wonderful Aemond could be, it was evident that your marriage was political and dutiful only. If Aemond could run to whorehouses when he was not sleeping next to you, you could indulge yourself just this once.

Still, you were nervous about how Aegon would treat you.

“Aegon?”

You caught his attention, but he didn’t stop. He began to suck on your clit, gazing up at you as he did so, showing that he was listening to you.

“Are you going to be nice?”

Aegon moaned into your cunt before briefly pulling away, just long enough to say, “you can trust me.”

Something about the way he said it had you believing him, and your muscles relaxed beneath him as he kissed and sucked at your clit. The stimulation was new, and therefore it was becoming too much too fast.

“Aegon, I-“

Aegon only sped up, pressing his face further into you and carefully watching your face contort as you whined. He held a firm grip on your hips to ensure you stayed where he wanted you, and you felt the familiar aching rise in the pit of your stomach again.

“Aegon-“ you called again, but he still didn’t let up.

Within seconds you felt the aching coil snap, your legs shaking and your hips briefly lifting off the bed as you felt like the feeling you had between your legs for weeks was finally broken.

You caught your breath, and Aegon pulled away from you to level his face with your own.

“Good, huh?” he teased.

You couldn’t help yourself. Instead of responding, you pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard to show your thanks. Aegon’s body reacted instantly, reciprocating the kiss. You felt somewhat bad that it was so quick, but the feeling was so sweet and so new, and you couldn’t help yourself.

You tasted something salty-sweet on his lips. You pulled away and wiped a finger over your lips, sucking the digit and tasting the wetness, looking at Aegon in confusion.

“That’s you,” Aegon said, nearly growling at the sight.

Your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, which Aegon found amusing, as he kissed you again, before leaving the bed completely.

You shifted forward onto your knees and crawled to the opposite edge of the bed, trying to catch him but too weak to stand. “Where are you going?”

“Aemond will be back soon,” he said, adjusting his clothing.

You don’t know why you said it, but you were feeling bold, and what he made you feel was so good, you wanted more.

“Aegon, I want you.”

Aegon smiled and dropped his head momentarily. He turned back to you, as if he intended to say something, but he promptly righted himself and exited the room, leaving you alone to do nothing but crave him.

The following morning, the Targaryen-Hightowers were all gathered for breakfast with some guests, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Aegon. You desperately wanted more from him, and you wanted that much to be obvious to him, but it was hard to do much with Aemond present.

It was even difficult to speak to him; you and Aegon usually did not have private conversations. When he tried to speak to you without a group setting, you often blushed and found a reason to leave, unsure of how to speak to someone you were so attracted to, especially if they were not your husband.

However, right now, all you wanted was to be near him.

“Rather beautiful day it appears,” you spoke, approaching his chair, where he was already seated and drinking, despite the early hour.

“Wouldn’t know,” he said, taking a sip from his cup, “considering we’re inside.”

You sighed, your hormones taking over you as you leaned closer to him, speaking at a volume only he could hear. “Evidently, I just needed a reason to speak to you.”

Aegon shifted in his chair so he could see behind him. “And what would you need to speak to me for?”

“Speaking it not exactly what I need you for, Aegon, and you know it.”

Aegon took another sip. “I know not to what you refer.”

He tried to remain stoic, but you could see him holding back a smirk.

You began to turn away, “Very well, if you insist on forgetting, then I am sure that Aemond will be happy to satis-“

Aegon grabbed your wrist, and his features no longer had any hint of amusement. “I am rather sure he wouldn’t.” You knew any mention that his brother was better than him would immediately cause him to drop the wall he always had up.

“No, no, I can simply just ask-“

“You needn’t worry about doing such a thing. He wouldn’t be able to help you.”

You smiled. This is what you wanted. He left you hot and bothered, finally getting a taste of pleasure, and now you had him wrapped around your finger. You felt so empowered, so sensual, so powerful.

“And you believe yourself capable of satiating me?” you teased, completely ignoring the fact that you had in fact approached him to say that you needed him.

“Only I can,” he responded.

You pulled out of his grip and took residence by your husband’s side again, including yourself in the conversation he was having with two guests, as well as Heleana, who often stayed next to Aemond so that she didn’t have to do any of the talking.

When the meal was finished, you left arm-in-arm with your husband, who waited until you were out of view to shift in front of you. “How do you feel?”

Fuck. Does he know? How would he know?

“What?”

“How do you feel? It has been a fortnight, surely an early pregnancy would be somewhat present by now,” Aemond elaborated.

“Oh,” you took a sigh of relief, “I do not know, I do not feel much different.”

Aemond leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. “That is alright, we still have time.”

You smiled at him as he turned around and left, off to attend to his daily duties as you retreated to your chambers.

You were not in your room for even an entire minute before there was nonstop banging at your door.

You swung the door open. “Gods, could you have possibly hit the door any harder?”

Aegon didn’t respond, he just stepped into your apartment and slammed the door behind him, gripping your arms and spinning you until you were flipped, and backing you up until your back was pressed against the door.

“Aeg-“

He didn’t let you speak. He pressed his lips against yours, and your hands instinctively held either side of his face as his hands found your hips, pressing himself into you. You whined at the sudden contact, which only encouraged Aegon to continue as he peppered kisses down your jawline to your neck.

He pulled away, locking his eyes with your own. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me?” His hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head upward. “You want me to make you feel things Aemond can’t?”

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke your husband’s name, but Aemond wasn’t the one here with you right now.

“Yes,” you replied, “but I do not wish to think of Aemond right now.”

“No? Not your husband?”

Aegon was trying to maintain his intensity, but deep down, he was still just a boy who needed to be told he was wanted.

“I only want you, Aegon.”

Aegon let out a breath he was subconsciously holding in. He kissed you again, this time softer, grateful for your words.

“Jump,” he whispered.

“Jump?” you clarified.

“Would you trust me?”

You jumped upward and Aegon moved his arms to hold up your legs, forcing them to wrap around his waist. You squealed at the feeling, scared he would drop you, but you were secure.

He backed away from the door and walked you over to the bed, your head resting on his shoulder as he did so.

He was being nice enough to you that you assumed he would guide you down or slowly lower you, but instead, he slammed you against the bed, your legs untangling from his waist as you hit the mattress.

You opened your mouth in playful offense. “Aegon!”

He shrugged his shoulders, crawling on top of you. “Yeah?”

“What do you mean, yeah? What if that broke the bed?”

“Darling, if the bed doesn’t break, then I didn’t do my job.”

That was the second time he called you darling, and you loved hearing such an affectionate name directed at you, especially from him. You wondered if he had ever called his whores any affectionate names. Was this even as big of a deal to him as it was to you?

Aegon could see you lost in your thoughts as he loomed over you. “Something on your mind?”

“Just nervous, is all,” you responded.

“We can stop if you wish to,” he said.

You looked into his eyes, and you were surprised to see how genuine he was. You could tell he didn’t want to stop, but it was a relief knowing you could stop this any time, even though you had no desire to do so.

“I do not wish to stop.”

That was all the consent Aegon needed to kiss you again, refusing to break away from you as his hands moved to pull up your dress, exposing your small clothes to him once again.

He pulled them down your legs without even looking, and immediately ran a finger between your folds. You whined into the kiss, your hips instinctively lifting to chase the feeling.

Aegon continued to kiss you as he moved his finger lower and lower, slowly pushing it into you. You gasped, and Aegon considered breaking the kiss, but he was addicted. He wasn’t going to pull away until you made him.

The feeling was strange and unfamiliar, but that didn’t mean it was bad. You relaxed your body and trusted Aegon, allowing him to continue touching you as he moved his finger in and out. You were squirming beneath him, but he didn’t care. He was just happy to have the privilege of seeing how your body reacted to him.

After a few moments he removed his hand from you, still kissing you, and pushed his breeches down until his cock hit his stomach.

He used your wetness, that was now on his fingers, to lubricate his cock as he lined his tip up with your entrance. Only then did he pull away from the kiss.

“Are you ready?” he asked, gentle and genuine.

“Yes,” you said, knowing that verbal confirmation was better than a nod.

Aegon kept his eyes on yours as he slowly began to push into you. This feeling was not new, but it was different than what you were used to. Your body was becoming to used to Aemond, molded to Aemond, and the change confused your body for a brief few moments before settling in.

“Can I move?” Aegon checked.

“Aegon, I trust you, there is no need to ask,” you spoke, nearly a whisper, your voice weak.

You meant every word. You were appreciative that Aegon was so attentive to your comfort, but you weren’t exactly sure what was to come, and you wanted him to just get on with it already.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck as he began to move, fighting to maintain his composure and move slowly. He set a steady pace, but after a brief few minutes, you tangled your fingers in his hair, absentmindedly playing with the strands, and it drove him crazy.

His self control slipped, and he began to move faster inside of you, snapping his hips harder and harder. You instinctively tugged on his hair, and he lifted his head up to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said, truly not meaning to pull on his hair or hurt him.

“Fuck, don’t be,” he sighed, pressing his forehead against yours, “I swear I’m trying to go easy on you, you’re just so, so-“

Aegon lost his sentence, gazing down at where your bodies met.

“I do not need you to go easy on me,” you whined.

Aegon did not confirm that you meant it, but instead dropped his head again, resting his head next to yours as he thrust harder, hitting your hips slightly upward with each stroke.

Your back arched and your head tilted further and further backward. This was not entirely unfamiliar to you, but it felt different simply because you were excited, and you knew Aegon wouldn’t let it end until your needs were satiated.

“Aegon,” you moaned, and the sound was natural, and so pretty falling from your lips.

Aegon lifted his head up again. “Do that again.”

You whimpered another, “Aegon,” as he fucked you hard, nearly pulling out entirely with each thrust before slamming himself back into you again.

The pace was excruciating, and you were sure your hips would bruise form the force of his own hitting them each time he bottomed out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear, only adding to your arousal as you held onto his shoulders.

Your cunt squeezed his cock, and he let out a small chuckle. “You like it when I talk to you?” he groaned.

You nodded your head up and down, incapable of speaking as you lost yourself in the pleasure. One of his hands snaked between your bodies and began to slowly run circles around your clit, forcing you to release a rather filthy moan.

“Good girl,” he cooed as your cunt squeezed him again.

The feeling of his cock in you mixed with the feeling of him touching you was too much, and the uncomfortable feeling began to rise in your stomach again.

You anxiously chased the feeling of the breakage, completely letting Aegon take control of your pleasure as the pressure dropped, your juices coating his cock as he removed his hand.

“Fuck, just like that,” he moaned, using the feeling of your orgasm to chase his own high.

He kissed you again as he came, his seed spilling inside of you. You didn’t care enough to stop him or have him climax elsewhere. Everything felt too good for you to care.

Aegon watched your bodies disconnect as he pulled himself out of you, falling onto the bed next to you.

“Thank you,” you spoke through shaky and tired breaths.

Aegon laughed. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I’m thankful.”

“Your husband will be as well when you end up with child.”

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment. “I did not want to stop you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Aegon said, rolling on his side to be closer to you, “idiot wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between my child and his child anyway.”

“Enough about him,” you said, turning so that you were face-to-face with Aegon, “I’m here with you.”

Aegon leaned forward and kissed you softly, smiling as he pulled away and rested his head on the pillow.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Random ITSV facts that only I care about probably

Some fun ITSV facts from your local half-hispanic half-black Brooklynite Spider-man fan (me not Miles). ANYWAY

Miles has the number 11215 on his bookbag. That's his zip code.

This means officially, Miles lives in Park Slope. On the edge of Williamsburg.

The movie is spot on with the architecture.

We get a shot of Miles house in ITSV that basically confirms he lives in Park Slope. Not only is the 'real' Visions Academy near Park Slope (the actual school is called Midtown High. His school is a blend of two specialized tech schools in NYC - Midtown and Brooklyn Tech, both of which are near Park Slope).

Miles is 'Slapping'.

Writing your graffiti tag on stickers and putting them around the city is a genuine form of graffiti in NYC called slapping.

It's done on 'eggshell' stickers which are basically impossible to get off, and the goal is to put as is stickers around with your name in the hardest to reach places. If you walk around Manhattan and look closely, you can start seeing sticker tags like this.

One of the most common ones I see is Peru Ana Ana Peru

Here's some of mine though 😌😉

Wythe Avenue is a real Avenue.

I spoke about this in the past but it's just another instance of ITSV and ATSV being SO accurate to Brooklyn that they even get the street names, locations, and stores correct.

The store that Spot robs is a REAL BODEGA.

Anyway these were just things I caught after rewatching the ITSV trailer and I thought they were cool 🥺 BYE

[cameronsprincess]

Office Hours — R.C

request: Hi!! Can you write like a CEO rafe and his wife who comes to visit him at the office and he fucks her on his desk where everybody can hear her moaning his name and then he walks out all smug, leaving for the day to continue pleasing his wife at home (from anon)

CW: CEO!Rafe, wife!reader, semi public sex(?), unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, breeding kink. and i think that’s it.

likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated<3

note: CEO Rafe is so sexy to me, and this is an NYC AU, not in the OBX💞

Rafe always loved when you came to visit him at work. Your husband had a very busy schedule, multiple meetings, business trips, and visiting location sites for new businesses he wanted to open up.

It was a rarity that you caught him in the office, alone and with some time to spare for you.

So when he called you today, asking you to come in to the office to see him, you jumped on the opportunity.

“Mrs. Cameron, he’s in his office waiting on you.”

You smile at Rafe’s assistant, nodding your head as you make your way down the long hallway of the building. Reaching the end of the hall, you stand in front of his office door, Rafe Cameron, CEO, is in big bold letters across the middle.

You push the door open, — not bothering to knock since he knows you’re coming — and find him sitting behind his desk, his office phone tucked between his shoulder and ear as he spoke sternly to whoever was on the other end.

He looks up, bright blue eyes finding yours as he smiles softly, “I gotta call you back.” he says to whoever was on the other end of the line, hanging up before they can even respond.

“Hi beautiful.” he says, smiling and standing from behind his desk, making his way toward you.

You smile widely, shutting the door behind you and meeting his steps, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting on your toes to kiss his lips. “Hi handsome, I’ve missed you.”

Rafe melts against your lips, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide down your body, wrapping around your waist, large hands gripping your ass firmly through your tight black leggings.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and smiling. “I’ve missed you baby, I promise, I’ll take some time off soon and we’ll go to the house in the Bahamas, spend some real time together, okay?”

You smile up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod your head in agreement. Rafe dips his head down, his lips finding yours again and slowly kissing you.

His tongue makes its way into your mouth again, brushing with yours as his hands begin roaming the expanse of your body. You moan softly into his mouth when his fingertips rub against your clothed thighs. It’d been a few days since you’d had your husband, and you were craving him, in more ways than one.

“Rafe, I need you.”

He smiles against your lips, backing the two of you up until your back hits a wall. He presses his hips into you, the feel of his already hard cock pressed against your clothed core making your breath catch in your throat.

“Yeah? My wife wanna be fucked in my office? Let everyone hear how good I make her feel?”

You suck in a sharp breath, mumbling a one word response, “Yes.”

His eyes darken and he places his hands on the underside of your ass, lifting you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to his desk, setting your ass down on the sleek wood surface. You watch him intently as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and leaving his broad, tanned chest and abdomen on display.

You reach out to run your fingers down his abs, but he slaps your hands away. “Nuh uh, baby. No touching.”

You frown, letting out a frustrated sigh that makes Rafe smirk. “You gonna be a fuckin’ brat? Huh? Just let me know, I can make you wait if that’s what you want..”

Your eyes go wide, shaking your head fast as you say, “No no no, ‘m sorry baby, I just… I need to feel you.”

He smirks, popping the button on his black dress slacks before working the zipper and shoving them down his legs, letting the material pool at his feet. Your eyes trail from his face down to his tight black boxer briefs, the hard, thick outline of his cock pressed firmly against the thin material.

“See something you want baby?” he teases, placing his right hand over his hard-on, squeezing himself lightly, a low, raspy groan escaping him.

Your thighs squeeze together, your eyes glued on his hard dick. “Yes. Want your cock, need to feel you stretch me, please.”

Rafe growls, taking one long step toward you. His fingers dig into the waistband of your leggings, ripping them down your legs. He hisses in a breath when he sees you’d opted for no panties today.

“Fuck, you plan this? To come in here and seduce me during office hours?” 

You can’t contain the mischievous smirk that spreads across your lips. “Maybeeee.”

“Mhm, my wife is such a fucking slut. I love it.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Rafe slapping your cheek has you gasping instead. The sting from his hand has more arousal pooling between your legs, and you whine, your clit throbbing with need.

“Rafe, please. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, it’s been four days, I-”

Rafe shuts you up, his lips aggressively finding yours. He wraps his fingers into the back of your hair, pulling your head back to allow him better access to your mouth. His tongue finds yours, fighting for dominance while his free hand slides its way under your ass, lifting you up just enough so your soaked cunt is level with his hard dick.

He tightens his grip in your hair, pulling your lips from his as his darkened over eyes find yours. “Ready for me baby?”

You whimper out a small “yes” and he removes his hand from your hair, using the now free hand to grip his cock in his hands. He strokes himself softly, spitting down onto the base and spreading it around his length with his hand.

He scoots your ass further down the desk, running his swollen head through your arousal slick entrance before he slowly pushes into you. You hiss in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to push into you agonizingly slow.

“Fuck sweet girl, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

A loud moan slips past your lips, the feel of his thick cock stretching you out making your brain short circuit.

“F-ffffuck, Rafe. Please move, need to- need to feel you move..”

A low growl rumbles in Rafe’s chest, and he slowly pulls out, slamming himself back inside of your warm, wet cunt. You gasp loudly, screaming his name as you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back.

Rafe begins to roughly pound himself into you, his left hand under your ass and keeping you pressed into him while he right hands makes it’s way around your throat, squeezing hard and forcing your eyes on him.

“This what you wanted? Huh? Wanted me to fuck you like a slut in my office, let all my employees hear you fucking scream for me?” He pauses, removing his right hand from your throat and smacking at your face again, a deep, red handprint left burning on your cheek. “Go on, fucking scream baby, let everyone in this goddamn place know who the fuck owns this sweet pussy.”

You’re a whimpering, moaning mess. Your brain is so foggy from how good his cock feels buried deep inside you, how his filthy words and aggressive actions on your body turn you on even more. You can’t form a coherent response, and this only pushes Rafe to be meaner, and fuck you harder.

He slowly pulls himself from you, making you whine at how empty you feel without him filling you. His large hands grip at your hips, lifting your ass from the desk and flipping you so your stomach lay flat on the surface now. He slaps at your ass harshly, making you scream in pain and pleasure. “Answer me! Who the fuck is making you feel this good? Hmm? Who owns this fucking pussy, baby?”

He slams back into you, his hands firmly planted on your hips so he can pull you back to meet each of his thrusts.

Screaming his name, you answer his question. “You! You, Rafe. Feel so fucking good! You own my pussy, all for you!”

He slaps your ass again, a dark chuckle falling from him, “That’s right baby, I fucking own you and this sweet fucking pussy. Never forget that, aight?”

Tears fill your eyes, your pussy clenching tightly around your husband’s thick cock as he repeatedly pushes in and out of you at a fast and rough pace. “Y-yes sir. Never gonna forget it, fuck!”

The first few tears spill past your eyes as Rafe continues to brutally fuck himself into you from behind. Your walls clench around him tightly, strings of curses and moans slipping past your lips. “Fuck, Rafe. Ah ah, s’close baby, fuck!”

Rafe leans forward, the weight of his body on your back as his lips hungrily kiss at your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. “Go on baby, make a fucking mess on my cock and desk, let go f’me.”

That was all it took, Rafe kissing harshly at your neck and his permission to let go sent you tumbling over the edge, your pussy tightening once more as you came undone around him.

He fucks you through your high, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he curses under his breath. “Gonna cum baby, gonna fill this pretty little pussy up, make you a mama. You want that? Wanna have my babies?”

“Y-yes! P-please! Want your cum, Rafe! Wanna have all your babies, fuck, please please.”

Rafe’s thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he pushes into you a few more times. You let out a loud moan when you feel his hot cum spill inside you, painting your inner walls white.

“Fuck!” Rafe shouts as his hips slow, burying himself to the hilt and stilling inside you.

Your body collapses onto the desk, the cool surface feeling good against your hot, sweat slick skin. You wince when Rafe pulls his softening cock from inside you, pulling up his boxers and slacks before grabbing his white button up off the floor.

You hear him disappear into his private bathroom that’s in his office, the sound of the sink turning on making you lift your head from the desk.

He walks behind you, gently laying your head back down as he brings the warm, wet hand towel between your legs and cleaning you up. Once finished, he tosses the damp towel to the side, pulling your leggings back up your legs and lifting you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his firm chest. “I’ve missed you, thank you for that.” you say softly.

Rafe dips his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your tangled hair before whispering, “You’re welcome, baby. ‘M yours for the rest of the day.”

You lift your head, brows furrowed in confusion when you hear his office door open, multiple sets of eyes on the two of you before they all avert their eyes to the ground. You hide your flushed face in his neck, not wanting the attention on you when you know everyone knows what just took place in your husbands office.

You hear Rafe speak, “Angie, forward all my calls for the rest of the day. I’m going home for the day, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

His assistant clears her throat awkwardly, letting out a quiet “Yes, Mr. Cameron.” before Rafe begins walking the two of you out of his work building and to his car.

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[pickingupmymercedes]

Not now, not ever - Lewis Hamilton

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

summary: Having her pressed to him brought back how important she's been to keep him grounded.

warnings: Angst, Mercedes 2024, Monza 21'.

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Hello everyone, I felt like angsty was in order. Sorry to bring that accident 😶, but yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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Defeated and exhausted, that was Lewis scotched in his airplane seat with you tangled in his arms, asleep beside him. The flight back to the UK after a disastrous Japanese Grand Prix held all the weight of the race, the frustration of the poor performance, and the uncertainty of his future with Mercedes weighing heavily on him.

Gently cradling you in his arms, Lewis pressed his face into your hair, breathing in your scent, finding solace in the familiarity and warmth of your presence. His fingers lightly traced the contours of your back, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest. Holding you like this; he felt a fleeting moment of peace amidst the storm of emotions and uncertainties that surrounded him. He whispered softly, barely audible above the hum of the airplane engine, " Thank you for always being there for me, even when I'm at my lowest”

He held you close, drawing comfort from your presence, knowing that whatever happened, you had been through much worse and had always stood strong together. As he looked down to your sleeping figure, the scene brought back a nagging memory on repeat, a night back in 2021, when you had comforted him after a nightmare. Now, as much as back then, you were his anchor, his safe haven amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

You were jolted awake when his entire body lurched, causing him to drop you abruptly onto the mattress. His breathing was rapid, coming out in sharp puffs as he hid his face in his hands, his shoulders tense under your arms as you held him from behind. You waited patiently, holding him until his breathing began to even out. Eventually, he turned to you, fear evident in his eyes. Without a word, you pulled him into your embrace, running your fingers through his braids and soothing the tension in his arms.

You had never seen that happen to him – that nightmarish episode that left a haunting impression. It had been two days from the crash with Verstappen in Monza. You'd traveled with him to NYC under the pretense of having an important. No one knew about the two of you yet. A few stolen moments here and there, and nights tangled in each other were all you had. He returned to his penthouse almost at dawn after the Met Gala, quietly ushering you from the bedroom you were occupying to his own bed. His friends, drunk from the after party, were oblivious to the fact that your supposed meeting was just a cover-up. The real reason you were there was that you couldn't bear to be apart from him after that crash.

Hours seemed to pass without either of you uttering a single word. The mere press of each other’s bodies was enough to ground you both. By the time Daniel knocked on the door to let him know they were headed out and assumed you hadn’t spent the night, it was well past noon. Little did he know, you had been there the whole time and would continue to be there for the rest of the day.

Lewis had witnessed similar episodes with you, most often triggered by situations related to Ayrton. Sometimes it manifested as restlessness, with you tossing and turning in bed. But on other occasions, it was far more severe. You'd wake up cold, tears streaming down your face, a scream caught in your throat, and a deafening ringing in your ears.

When these episodes occurred, Lewis knew exactly what to do. He would hold you tightly, his fingers lightly tracing your skin and scalp, while he repeated reassuring words over and over. And when you finally became aware of your surroundings, he'd listen attentively as you spoke about whatever had triggered the nightmare, comforting you until you fell back asleep in his arms.

As the sun began to set, casting a hauntingly beautiful golden hue through the penthouse windows, you went to find some food, Lewis hot on your feet, taking any opportunity to find himself wrapped in your arms. His arms securely around you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as you leaned into him even while you waited for the stove to warm up the takeout from the previous night. The events of the day had left both of you emotionally drained, the scars of the past resurfacing with a vengeance.

The weight of the nightmare and fear of the unknown had taken its toll on both of you. The emotional strain was palpable, the shadows of past traumas lingering in the corners of your minds, waiting to strike when least expected. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine concern. "I'm always here for you, no matter what."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude, love, and pain. "And I'm here for you" his voice softly reassuring you “Always."

Lewis smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He pulled you closer to him, cherishing the moment of fragile peace and understanding between you. The bond you shared was unique, built on trust, understanding, and unconditional love. Despite the challenges and nightmares that sometimes haunted your nights, the love and support you provided each other were unwavering.

As night fell, Lewis led you back to the bedroom, ensuring you were comfortable and safe before joining you in bed. He held you close, his presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance. You drifted off to sleep, protected and loved in the arms that secured you so tightly.

Lewis remained awake; his gaze fixed on your peaceful sleeping face. The haunting memories of the accident with Verstappen in Monza played in his mind, and a shiver ran down his spine as he thought about how close it had come to being his end.

His thoughts were consumed by the accident, the fear of losing you, and the nightmares that had been haunting both of you. The emotional strain was palpable, and tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to watch you sleep, his mind tormented by the events of the past and the shadows of the traumas you both had endured.

The room was silent except for the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing. Lewis leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his heart aching with love and fear. He whispered words of love and reassurance, hoping that somehow, you could feel his presence and know that he would always be there for you.

He tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer as if trying to protect you from the world and the nightmares. His mind was filled with what-ifs and worst-case scenarios, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressing down on him.

"We almost lost it all," he whispered to himself, his voice choked with emotion. "Gosh, I can't lose you, not now, not ever."

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Conflicting Feelings Part Six

As the morning sunset swept through my hotel room's balcony view, I felt Hugh begin stirring in his sleep, "G'day, gorgeous." He said sleepily as I felt him start stretching. 

I smiled, "Good morning, sexy." I purred, leaning up to peck his lips before moving out of the bed towards the bathroom to turn on the shower. 

Today was going to be bittersweet. I was going back home today, my stay in LA had come to an end. It was time for me to head back to the East Coast, to the beautiful, busy town of New York City. Hugh was in LA for the filming of the new Deadpool & Wolverine movie, so I'd be going back to NYC solo. Truth be told, I missed my condo in New York, but I knew I'd miss my favorite Aussie even more. 

Now that things are beginning to happen, the thought of leaving breaks my heart. I didn't realize I was reacting to my thoughts until his voice interrupted the thoughts racing through my brain. I felt two arms snake around me, "What's wrong, my love?" He asked softly. 

I sniffled, quickly wiping a fallen tear from my cheek, "I'm leaving today to go back home." I said as my voice trembled. 

He frowned, "Today?" He asked, making sure he heard me correctly. I nodded, staying silent, trying to control my flooding emotions. "Do you have to go back home today?" He asked. 

I sighed, "I paid for a round trip, so my flight's already booked. I can't get a refund and I can't afford to lose the money." 

He kissed my forehead, "I'll take care of it." He said simply. 

I looked at him, shaking my head. "I can't let you do that." 

He smiled, "I want to and I can." pecking my lips again. 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't want you doing that. I paid for first class and that's not cheap." 

He chuckled, "You do realize I make millions, right love? I'm making $20 million from Deadpool. I can assure you a first class plane ticket will not break me."

I shrugged, "And I'm staying where?" 

He looked at his phone, "With Noldsy and Blake, and of course me. You have to babysit their kids from time to time, but it's not that bad." He chuckled.  

I looked at him, "You seriously want me to cancel my flight?" I asked, grabbing my phone. 

He pouted, "I would be heartbroken if you didn't." 

I smiled, "And Ryan and Blake are okay with this?" I questioned. 

He rolled his eyes, "C'mon, you know Ryan and Blake love you." 

I sighed, "Okay, if you insist..." I logged onto my app and canceled my flight, luckily receiving a 50% refund for a last minute cancellation from the flight insurance I'd purchased when I first paid for the ticket. "It's cancelled." I said, throwing my phone down, pulling him into the shower with me. 

As we washed off he spoke, "We'll drop your rental car off when we head out. We can take mine back to Ryan and Blake's." 

I nodded, "Okay, but I need to make a stop and get some more clothes. I packed for five days and I'm not wearing the same outfits for another week." 

He kissed my forehead, while rinsing my hair out, "We can do that." 

After our shower and packing up the hotel room, we parted ways to drop off my rental car, Hugh following close behind me in his. 

Hugh's POV:  

As I followed close behind her, I was overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the course of knowing her. We'd met each other in 2020 when she starred as an extra on a show I was working on. I had very little interaction with her on the show, but backstage was a different story. She approached me and told me how she was starstruck to work with Wolverine, which made me laugh. 

She was only 22 years old when I met her, I was 51, turning 52. She was an attractive young woman. She was funny, she was intelligent and she was humble. I thought nothing about her until we'd cut up on set and spent hours talking. She had a boyfriend and I had a wife at home, not to mention I like older women. We'd remained friends until she came to my rescue when my father died. That's when things went wild for me. Several things took place that her pride will not allow her to talk about, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. 

When I arrived back to NYC and to Deb, I separated myself from her. COVID made it easier. I kept trying to block the feelings out because I knew they were wrong. I forced myself to focus on Deb, and Deb only, but that only made us grow further apart in our marriage. 

While in England, not only did I walk in on her changing and saw her breasts, there was one night she had too much to drink and confessed many things to me that she has no memory of. She talked about her difficult upbringing, she talked about her failed relationships, but she doesn't have any recollection of admitting to me that she loved me and dreamed that one day I'd be hers. Or how if my marriage ever ends, she was claiming me for herself. That night, I'd had a few drinks myself and we shared a kiss. 

I thought about how after I walked in on her, she'd became what I'd imagine when I'd wank off. I'd imagine how perfect her breasts were, how I wanted to run my hands down every curve on her body as I fucked her, and how her pussy would taste, or how tight it would be around my fingers. I thought about how much I'd want to pleasure her and make her orgasm so much that she couldn't function anymore. Just the thought of her made my dick throb.

But, it was more than just sex with her. She was genuinely my favorite human being, besides my children and of course, Ryan Reynolds. She was there for me during one of the hardest times of my life. She keeps me grounded and focused on the bigger picture, even if I struggle to see it. I'd spent 20 years thinking I was with the love of my life, until I realized I didn't know the meaning of it when she came to England that night. 

Main Reader's POV: 

As we arrived at the drop-off for the rental car, I quickly returned the keys, heading back outside only to be bombarded by photographers. They photographed Hugh, me, us in the car together, etc as they asked if we were an item. 

"They're fucking relentless, jesus christ." I mumbled. 

He chuckled, "You act like you haven't had the press bother you." 

I giggled, "Not to that extent. That was different."

He reached over grabbing my hand, interlocking it with his, bringing it to his lips, placing a small kiss on my knuckles, "Did you want to get clothes now?" 

I blushed, shaking my head, "Let's get to Ryan's first. Let them calm down and then we'll go." I said regarding the photographers. 

He chuckled, "Okay, we can do that." 

The drive to Ryan's wasn't long. It was full of Hugh singing along to songs on the radio. He had a beautiful voice and hearing it on screen was nothing compared to hearing it in person. About 5 minutes later, we arrived at Ryan's place. Ryan and Blake weren't home. Ryan was filming scenes and Blake was promoting her new movie. The kids were with a nanny since Nanny Hugh had been MIA all weekend. 

As we walked in and made it to the bedroom Hugh was staying in, he ran his fingers through his beard, "I've gotta shave this." He said to himself. 

I smirked, "Can I help?" 

He giggled, "Can you do the Wolverine shave? It has to be perfect for the film." 

I shrugged, "It can't be too hard to shave mutton chops."

"Shawn will kill me if you fuck this up." He laughed, handing me a set of clippers. 

I giggled, grabbing them. "I won't fuck this up. Do you know how in love with Logan I was as a child?" 

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Don't say it like that. It makes me feel old and it's making me feel weird. You know I was 32 or 33 when I filmed that."

I shrugged, "I was 4 when it was released." 

He cringed, "God, stop. Let's talk about something else." 

I chuckled as I began shaving the infamous mutton chops, "I love making you uncomfortable." I said playfully. 

He looked up at me, "I'm not giving you a reaction while you're shaving my face, but I've noticed." 

As I finished up showing him my kick ass skills as a barber, we heard a voice downstairs, "Oh, Hugh! Where you at big fella?! It's your favorite Canadian. A little birdie called the media just told me you're with a hot little number. Is she here?" 

We quickly jumped at the sound of his voice, looking at one another, making a run for the door to meet him downstairs.  Ryan looked at us, still wearing the Deadpool suit, "Ah, there she is. Hot little number, this is my humble abode" He chuckled as he swayed his arms around showing me his living room. 

"Why are you in your suit, mate? They actually let you bring Deadpool's suit home?" Hugh asked, smirking, knowing Ryan was instructed to not leave set with the suit. 

Ryan smirked, "Sir, I will have you know, I stole this suit." 

I joked, "Levy is going to beat you."

Ryan laughed, "He can try, but no one can beat me in this suit, darling." 

I rolled my eyes, "Mutton Chops! Look at you." He exclaimed at Hugh, noticing the freshly shaved face. 

Hugh laughed as Ryan's face got serious, "Seriously though, I have a question for you." He said, pointing towards me. 

"And that is?" I asked, furrowing my brows. 

Ryan looked at Hugh and I, "We're rounding up people to play the Deadpool variants. Blake is Lady Deadpool, but there's another female one. Do you want to do it?" He asked. 

I gasped, "Are you serious?" my eyes widened. 

He smirked, "As a heart attack, sister. Plus, I figured it would give Hughy here more time to spend with you."  

[bippiti]

catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader

after the release of your new album, life has been hectic as you've been running around doing shows. only problem is you seem to have only one person on your mind. little do you know he's having the same issue

an part two! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!

if you want a visual guide for the band .

part one next part

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yourig

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yourig thanks for coming out london! nyc see you soon x

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user ughh i wish i couldve come :((

yourig next time lovee💜

user sounded so good

user anyone else gonna talk about the album afterparty???

user who cares bro😭 theyre adults and tbh they would be a power couple

user right?! ive been thinking the same thing, shes not a good influence on him

user im sorry do yk y/n??? how would u know that lmfao

king looking good!

liked by yourig

user where is the fit from???

user i think vivienne westwood!

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you sighed, scrolling through your comments. it had been almost a month after your albums release, and some people still were bringing up the hug with charles. i mean, seriously it was just a hug. it wasn't like you guys had made out or anything.

both your label and ferrari were sponsored by celsius, and your management had met with one of ferraris pr heads. they had agreed to work together to promote the new album, and had picked charles because he was a fan of your music.

you clicked instantly on the first day of set, but it also helped that you spoke fluent french (you had an obsession with indila when you were younger and forced yourself to learn it) the lack of a language barrier, coupled with the fact that you guys had similar interests made it inevitable that you both would become friends.

after the album launch party, you were exhausted. you had woken up at 4am for promo shoots, and had been running around all day before singing your whole album (which was around an hour long) to the attendees. it was fun, and you wouldnt trade your career for the whole world, but man you were tired.

as you were heading out, you spotted charles and you both stopped to talk

"tu as bien fait là-dedans" he said, smiling as he pushed his hands into his pockets (you did good in there)

"merci! les heures de pratique m’ont aidé. je pense que je pourrais oublier les paroles si j’essayais" you smile as he laughed (thanks! the hours of practice helped. i dont think i could forget the lyrics if i tried)

"en pratiquant son art on devient artisan" (practice makes perfect)

you nod, turning as you hear your bandmate siobahn call for you

you look back to him, saying your goodbyes and quickly hugging him before running after her.

that was it. just a friendly hug. it's not like he liked you, and if he knew you liked him, you doubt he would still be friends with you.

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charles_leclerc i won. maybe next time @/pierregasly 😘

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user just realized pierre had a chance to fork the king and the rook in

user not y/n liking this...

user so cute😍

pierregasly i almost had it

charles_leclerc of course you did

user my fav french men

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after having checkmate charles sat back, smiling smugly as he looked at pierre try and fail to make a move. giving up, he raised his hands in defeat.

"quand vais-je jamais te battre?" he said sighing as he chuckled (when will i ever beat you)

"peut-être dans une autre vie" (maybe in another life)

scoffing, pierre changed the subject.

"so i heard you're with some rockstar these days"

"i most definitley am not"

"sure, sure. you might not be dating her but i can tell you like her"

charles paused, having a mini crisis. ok. so maybe he did like you. he couldn't help it, honestly. throughout filming ,and even after he had grown to really admire you. not only just as an artist, but as a person as well. he honestly hoped you'd be able to meet up afterwards, but he hasnt been able to see you since. between his preseason training and your concerts, you both are rarely free, let alone in the same country.

he told all of this to pierre, who listened quietly, nodding along before telling him his masterplan. he was gonna help him out, what kindve friend would he be if he didnt?

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hearing the notification sound go off on your phone, you picked it up. your eyebrows raised as you read it

part 3??

[determinate-negation]

the same night that riot police, counter terrorism and SWAT violently arrested protestors at columbia and city college in nyc, LAPD stood by while zionist counter protesters violently attacked the UCLA encampment, injuring dozens of people

eyewitness account from a professor at UCLA. the forward is an independent liberal jewish publication.

UCLA, the top-rated public university in the United States, experienced one of the darkest nights in its 105-year history on Tuesday. Over the course of my 33-year career at UCLA, I have never seen anything so terrifying take place.

Around 11 p.m., a group of masked counter-demonstrators made their way to the Royce Quad in the heart of campus and began to attack the encampment set up last week by demonstrators opposing the war in Gaza. They threw a firecracker into the encampment, tore down its outer walls, threw heavy objects at demonstrators and instigated direct physical confrontations. Those in the encampment were left to fend for themselves against a violent band of thugs intent on inflicting damage.

The incident marked a total systems failure by the university, the city of Los Angeles and the state of California.

For three hours, the counter-demonstrators attacked the encampment with impunity. UCLA has its own trained police force, and the UCLA administrators with whom I spoke told me that the Los Angeles Police Department had been called to campus. But, somehow, there was no police presence whatsoever until the early hours of the morning.

What makes last night all the more inexplicable was that the university had, over the weekend, seen a haunting warning of what could happen.

[universalitgirlsblog2]

💞🎀TRYING DOESN'T EXIST 💞🎀

There is no try , you either do something or you don't. You either believe that you already have your desires or you keep believing an illusion ( 3d ) . When you are living in the end , you don't need to " try " to manifest your desires. Stop "hoping" that you manifest your desires. Be certain that you will manifest your desire since you are a master manifestor. Stop " trying " to manifest your desires. YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM.

I just want to mention the story by Neville Goddard . This story was also mentioned in Solar's guide ( Creator's code ). Whenever you feel discouraged by the 3D , feel free to come on this post and read this story.

Neville wanted to go home to Barbados, but he didn’t have enough money to do so.“Live as though you are there,” Abdullah told him, “and that you shall be.”He then said to me, "As you walk through this door now you are not walking on 72nd Street, you are walking on palm lined streets, coconut lined streets; this is Barbados. Do not ask me how you are going to go. You are in Barbados. You do not say 'how' when you 'are there'. You are there. Now you walk as though you were there."Basically, Abdullah told Neville to mentally live as if he was in Barbados, Neville was physically in NYC but in his mind he kept living and thinking he was already in Barbados. Neville was getting impatient as he lived in the end for weeks, but still didn’t see results. Whenever he spoke to Abdullah about it, he’d give Neville the same advice again and again."On the 3rd of December I stood before Abdullah and told him again I was no nearer my trip. He repeated his statement, "You are in Barbados."On the 4th of December, Neville finally manifested going to Barbados and cash to help him get there. He did this by only acknowledging that he was in Barbados, and not paying attention to him being in NYC.He operated mentally as someone who already has his desire fulfilled. This is called living in the end.

I want to ask you , why are trying to go to Barbados when you are already in Barbados ? Trying implies lack. Whenever you are affirming , listening to a subliminal etc you aren't " trying " to manifest your desire since you already have it. Affirmations, listening to subliminals etc are your reminders that you already have your desire. You just need to accept that you already have your desires .Like Neville said , " You are already that which you want to be, and your refusal to believe it is the only reason you do not see it."

Here is a excerpt would like to include in this post , this excerpt is from the book " Think & Grow rich " by Napoleon Hill.

" When you attempt to plant an idea , if the subconscious already harbors a negative, trying to force the new idea has the reverse effect because the subconscious becomes obsessed with defending it's established negative idea. And the harder you " try " to do something , the more the subconscious resists and the more difficult it becomes .

Even the use of word try is warned against because it gives suggestion to the subconscious of a preconceived failure. The concept of "trying" implies an ongoing effort. You don't want to try. You want to succeed. If you ask your subconscious to help you " try " , it may do just that. It may help you try , but it will prevent you from succeeding- because if you did succeed , then it could no longer help you " try " , which is what you asked it to do. "

In conclusion , stop " trying " to manifest. Trying will get you nowhere. You already have your desires. All you need to do is remind yourself and accept that YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR DESIRES.

[ladyelissarose]

‘Beautiful Baby’

Miguel O’Hara x female girlfriend reader

‘Reader speaks Spanish’

Summary; After coming back from a rough ‘Girls Night’ with your friends, you try to keep strong and not cry after everything they told you.. and Miguel wouldn’t know anyways.. he wasn’t there.. but Spider-Man was around indeed. And unbeknownst to you, Miguel and Spider-Man understood Spanish- Very well.

Warnings: lots of Spanish, but everything is translated. hurt/comfort. mean friends- ‘kinda going through a thing so yeah’ Sm- SMUT!! NSFW 18+!! Some public sex. Miguel giving it all to you in pleasure ;) Spanish words Ah e translations in parentheses. Enjoy ;)

Mostly darkness surrounded your- Miguel and your’s apartment when you walked in, only the bright city lights of the NYC night brightened it up a bit.. letting you see your walkway clearly. Silence filled the your little safe haven, only your feet hitting the floor was what could be heard, along with the little sniffles you let out from crying all the way home in the taxi. But you did your best to quiet them down so Miguel wouldn’t hear you, you knew his sorta spider senses could pick it up if he was home. But you were sure he wasn’t, but either way you knew he’d question you about it… and you weren’t ready to admit he was right, even with the tears steaming down your face.

Miguel had told you not to go on that ‘Girls Night’ date your friends had set up, but you were eager because it had been a while sense you girls got out of high school and started your new, different lives, plus you thought he was being delusional about them being different perhaps and not the same, cute girlies as before. But… he wasn’t being delusional.. he was right.. as your memory recalled tonight painful events. The most hurtful words they told you engraved in your head.

—-

“Oh, estoy segura de que sería una mejor chica para él… I’d be a better fuck probably-“ (Oh I'm sure I'd be a better girl for him)

“Have you seen how big he is? Estoy segura de que podría llevarnos a dos a la vez..” (I'm sure he could take us two at once)

“¿Cómo podría estar contigo? Debe ser ciego.” ( How could he be with you? Must be blind.)

“You’re probably just a stupid fuck-toy to him girly, Nunca puedes ser lo suficientemente buena para él.”

(You can never be good enough for him.)

In that moment you had wished some God had heard your cries for them to stop, or for someone to say something otherwise.. but for now your felt ignored and hurt..

——

Tears came down again as you walked into your dark room, not expecting to yelp at the large shadow that stood in front of the large windows in your room. Miguel was supposed to be out all night, crime-fighting the city as he usually did, not back home just a few hours later. Your hand rested above your erratic beating heart as you turned the bed side lamp on, and there he was… standing in his tight shorts he wore under his suit.

Had it been any other time you would’ve jumped him and not let him leave you until you both were well spent, you’d be insulting him if you said he ‘just’ looked ‘good’. But he was magnificent, body sculpted like a god, his messy hair that had a rebellious strand on his face, chiseled jawline and sharp eyes… he was perfect-

But-

You frowned in confusion at his presence instead, not wanting to face his beauty with your messed up self, but before you could ask anything, he spoke out,

“Cómo estuvo tu noche?” (How was your night?)

Shock took over you, making you drop your heels with your jaw slacked a bit open… you didn’t know Miguel spoke Spanish- perfect Spanish. He only spoke to you in English and when you occasionally did use Spanish, he always pretended to not know unbeknownst to you.

You then swallowed down the shock and played the pretend game as you lied,

“It went… perfectly well actually-“

"Crees que soy estúpido?" (Do you think I’m stupid?)

Your eyes went wide like baseballs as your breath hitched.

'What the fuck?-'

"Estoy hablando contigo." (I’m talking to you.)

You only moved your head as you shook it, signifying that you were saying no. But he didn't take that as he growled softly,

"Usa tus palabras.” (Use your words)

Your eyes still didn’t dare to meet his that were probably red already, with anger perhaps, maybe hatred? So you kept them low as you replied,

“No sir-“

“Nuh-uh uh… como les hablaste a ellos, me hablas a mí. en español. Ahora, sigue amor.” (Like how you spoke to them, you speak to me. In Spanish. Now, go on love.)

You fiddled with the hem of your dress and gulped, still in shock he spoke another language- very hotly in fact.

“No señor.” (No sir.)

Miguel noticed that you were growing nervous, legs shaking and your hands couldn’t stop moving. He didn’t want you to feel nervous, but he wanted you to understand the depth of how serious this is.

The mistreatment towards you and how you took it like you deserved it, or like it was something ok and normal? His heart couldn’t take it, how could someone as sweet and gentle as you be treated so poorly? And then you did nothing about it, instead you showed fear and submission to it.

And that pissed him off, your lack of confidence and belief that you’re not worthy or good enough, after all this time that he’s showered you with love and assurance, never ending loving words that could drown you, touches that only he gave and wished were carved into your skin by this time.

Miguel walked up to you slowly, his muscles rippling with every step he took. You couldn’t deny how beautiful of not ridiculously hot he was, but you were still nervous, and it evidently showed. And he didn’t miss how you were moving uncomfortably in your place, and your eyes darting to his hands and pace nervously. But he kept that thought aside but not far, as he proceeded to do talking first.

“Segura? Entonces esas lágrimas no son reales? No estás llorando porque esas chicas te hicieron sentir como basura?”

(You sure? So those tears aren't real? You're not crying because those girls made you feel like trash?)

Heavy stones sat in your throat, you wanted to cry, because of course, you were caught lying because he was around, hearing you let yourself be mistreated.

You then tried to turn it on him to serve justice to your bubbling emotions as you questioned,

“You were-“

“En Español..” (In Spanish)

You groaned and replied in perfect Spanish, sense that was what he wanted,

“Me estabas espiando-“ (You were spying on me)

“No, te estaba viendo dejarte maltratar y estoy decepcionado-“ (No, I was watching you let yourself be mistreated and I'm disappointed)

You rolled your eyes trying to fight the pain of how true it was and how Miguel was disappointed in you because of it. But you none the less argued back,

“Ellas solo estaban siendo tontos y yo estaba siendo estúpida-“ (They were just being silly and i was being stupid)

Again with the demeaning yourself- and that set him off. His eyes glowed brighter as he took another step closer to you and expressed his anger in it,

“What? Why are you talking about yourself like that-“

Ok you were not doing this, you weren’t ready to commit to the fact that you were better, because right now you didn’t feel like it at all, regardless of what someone else said or did- so you thought.

So you then stood up straight and stopped his speech before it went on,

“I’m not hearing this, I’m tired and you have a city that’s more important to worry about than my insecurities. Goodnight Miguel.”

With that you took a good few steps away from Miguel, ready to hide and break fully.

It’s not that you were afraid to cry in front of Miguel, but this situation with your self and those words was something so repetitive and harmful, and you didn’t know how to fight it, sometimes it even scared you. You knew Miguel would slay them all or anyone who dared to touch you, to keep you and the heart he chased safe. And the last thing you wanted was more problems… as it is they think you don’t deserve him.

You had barely reached the door to touched the knob when a large hand held your waist and turned you around, pushing your back against the door. A gasp left your lips at the sudden gesture, and your eyes beheld Miguel’s form as he stood in front and over you, his height and broad, muscled body covering you entirely. His hand left your waist after giving a squeeze, wordlessly telling you, ‘stay there’.

Then slowly both his hands trailed up the door and held their place next to your head, caging you in. The whole time you two held eye contact, refusing to let go or even blink, the tension was really high, along with everything else you two felt for one another. You still felt emotional, very in fact as your eyes burned and your heart would clench in hurt, the desperation to cry was clawing you painfully, eager to escape with a heavy sob. But you bit your lip and held Miguel’s gaze, hoping to find strength for yourself through his eyes of honey and undeniable firmness. With a calm voice he stared into your soul, and asked,

“You know who you are.. right?”

You almost rolled your eyes as you sighed,

“I’m-“

“My beautiful baby.. and that’s it. No more or less... you’re not just a fuck-toy. Because I make love to you, every god damn time.”

How Miguel saw you like this confused you, you honestly believed you were not good enough for him, in any way. Tears started to prickle in your eyes, so immediately you shook your head and mumbled,

“I don’t think so.”

Slightly you pushed him away by the shoulder but just enough to give you space to go out the door, not willing once again to accept his truth. But once again you were met against Miguel when he lifted you by the waist and carried you away from the door, muttering,

“If you don’t want to learn I’ll teach you how important you are to me- the city can wait.”

“Miguel put me down!!”

You were being a bit rebellious although you were curious as to what he’d do, so eventually you let yourself be carried, but dead weight. Although Miguel never struggled a bit or didn’t even change his calm breathing, you worked like a feather to him. He just went on to open the large window doors you had that pointed towards the bright city and brought you out to the balcony. Your eyes were met with the tall skyscrapers that stood before you, glistening in brights lights from the city below, you sucked a deep breath at its magnificent beauty but were yanked out of thought when you felt the cool air of the city hit your skin. Miguel’s warm hands trailed down your back as he took off your dress gently, and let it pool at your feet. With one arm he lifted you up and kicked the dress away, so you wouldn’t trip as he walked you to the edge of the balcony. He kissed your head and neck as he skimmed his hands over the waistline of your panties, then dipped his fingers in and pressed into your pussy, groaning with satisfaction,

“You’re already all wet huh beautiful baby? At least your pussy is cooperating with me-“

You gasped at his words but were cut short,

“Miguel- Ohh fuck! Ah s’full..”

You were already soaking wet from how much his words had aroused you, that he had slid in fully super easily. You didn’t even know when he lost the shorts as he pressed his bare hips against your ass, taking you in. You held onto the metal rail as you whined, feeling two of his thick fingers press your clit firmly as he egged you on,

“I’m gonna make you come on my cock and fingers, and let the city hear how gorgeous you are.. show them that you’re worthy of me, my fingers.. and my fucking cock-“

“Ah baby- m-more..”

Miguel had started to pump you slowly and rub circles on your clit, building up that aching pleasure down there where you both connected, but you were to focused on the city around and below you shining and probably listening, that you couldn’t focus on the pleasure increasing.

You the closed your eyes and put your head down, letting low to no moans escape your lips as you tried to shy away, even though you felt as if you could scream, Miguel was hitting and touching you just right at once. But the insecurity of you being heard while fucked by this gorgeous God-sculpted man had you shrinking slowly,. But Miguel caught on, and gave you a firm thrust, causing you to choke on a moan,

“Ah Miguel- please!!”

He smiled to himself at hearing your voice crying out to him, and tears were beginning to form in your eyes for how hard he started ramming into you, hitting that right spot that had you curling your toes, it wasn’t painful- hell no it was euphoric and full of pleasure. Miguel kissed your eyes and chuckled lowly,

“Please what hermosa? Hm?”

You tried to form words, but he had made you so cock drunk, it only came out as moans and incoherent pleas for him to go on, but Miguel slowed down a bit when you couldn’t answer right away. That warmth in your belly that was growing into a flame was now slowly dissipating all because of him, it had you clawing at his back and whimpering desperately,

“No no no!! D-Don’t- ohh!! Don’t slow down!!”

At your words Miguel’s hips completely stopped moving, but he laid his thumb right on your clit, and perfectly drew small circles against it, with a good enough pressure to keep you going- but not enough to get you off immediately. You had tried to move your hips against his hand to grab more friction for your aching cunt, but he instantly held your hip down and growled next to your ear,

“Desesperada eh?” (Desperate huh?)

You turned your face and teasingly kitten licked his temple, smirking to yourself when his cock twitched in you emitting a small moan from his throat.

“I’ll literally rail you until all you know and say is that you’re my beautiful baby, my girl.”

His arm snaked around you and covered your waist as he leaned you over the balcony fence, so it wouldn’t hurt you, or bruise you. Maybe he was a rough lover, but god damn only he could make those bruises, not anything else, he’d break it if it did. Miguel held you tightly and used his other hand to come up at your throat, to hold your chin high so you’d never bow your head down to a city that could never shine brighter than you.

Kisses were given on your neck and a soft bite to your ear lobe, as Miguel cooed,

“You’re mine hermosa… my beautiful baby..”

You moaned out as you felt his large, veiny length re-enter into your pussy slowly, letting you know with every inch taking place in you, that he was yours and you.. were entirely his. You have felt him so many times, as he loved to claim you and you lived for taking him, but it always felt like a first and better each time, the experience wasn’t ever the same… it was a different beautiful love story being told every time.

Once he fully seated into you, he held his place and squeezed your hips, letting a deep groan emit from his lips, the vibration of it being felt on your back as he was pressed impossibly on top of you. You sighed contentedly as you could feel him press the tip of his cock right at your cervix, you knew the minute he’d start, he’d be hitting that perfect spot every time.. it make your knees weak and you rub your ass on him for more. But he stopped you as he spoke lovingly yet with that authoritative tone,

“I’m going to let everyone know how beautiful you are.. hm? Let the city see you but they can’t touch?”

He made you feel so bold, it had you spilling out confidence,

“If I’m who you say I am.. let them.”

“Of course you are.”

He then ripped off your lacy bra and panties, putting you on full display before going back to thrusting into you. This time you let your moans come out freely and your eyes watched the city around you, maybe they heard you, but you couldn’t care, not when you were safe in Miguel’s arms and you were his beautiful baby.

Sense you had been edged to a close release earlier before it had been taken away, you were quickly clawing back to it faster than you expected, making you cry out to Miguel as you reached for his hair and pulled on it,

“Miguel!-“

“Ya se- me to! AH!! Hold on!” (I know)

He moaned into your ear as he pulled you away from the balcony, and lifted you up, bouncing you on his cock as he walked you two back to your bed. Before he laid you down he turned you around so easily like if you weighed like a feather, and dropped your back onto the cold sheets. Your high was so on the edge into bursting like a firework it had you crying and ushering him onto you again,

“Please Miguel I need you!! Oh fuck me please-“

Miguel placed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your lips and pulled away, watching a string of saliva follow between you too, as he asked you one last time,

“Who are you hermosa?”

You whined at his question as you were feeling overwhelmed, your hand held onto Miguel’s thick arm tightly while you used the other to wipe your tears as you hiccuped,

“Please Mig-“

His claws ran up your thighs and pulled them up slowly as he shook his head and repeated with more purpose,

“Who. Are. You. Hermosa?”

He then gently laid your legs over his shoulders, and held onto them there as he patiently waited for your answer, and you knew he’d stayed rock hard in you all day waiting for your answer.. over just taking you for himself and forgetting what he wanted from you. So to give him the clarity he wanted and you needed, you took a deep breath and narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your hips closer to his as you seductively said,

“I’m your beautiful baby.”

As if he had won the billion dollar lottery, Miguel wore a smile that was brighter than the sun, as he pulled out from you slowly, but rapidly slammed into you with a groan,

“Right- AH! Fuckinnn answer hermosa..”

He then leaned over you and pressed you tightly between the bed and himself, your feet practically next to your head as Miguel embraced your body close to his.

Your hand snaked around his neck while the other locked itself into his thick hair, ready to pull it as you wished. Miguel placed a deep kiss to you lips as he relished in the feeling of your warm walls squeezing him tightly like a vice, so hungry to milk him for all he had.

Pussy throbbing and clenching around him had you almost ready to beg for some kind of friction, until all those thoughts went away when he ferociously began to ram into you. His tip kissing your cervix every time had your toes curling, he was so big in your tight pussy you could feel his thick veins run up and down in you as he pumped roughly.

His low groans soon turned into desperate moans as he didn’t relent his pace, he kissed your neck before placing a deep bite with his fangs right on your pulse point, he controlled his venom to not be released, but he sure left his mark there on you. You pulled his hair and threw your head back when you felt your high building up, the tingling feeling in your lower belly only getting stronger and it only got better as Miguel rubbed his pelvis against your pussy at every thrust.

You were absolutely overwhelmed with Miguel, his chest pressed against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face hiding in your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin, the sweet words of honey that made your heart melt, and his moans that brought you closer to your peak, and lastly but not least.. his cock driving into you wildly like no other.

His frame was much larger than yours, he was 6’9 and you of course were no where close to that, leaving you small in his arms, but it made it all more blissful and comforting in his hold. His thick dark hair had become a great pull for when he’d hit that gummy spot in you, egging on your desperation for more of what he could give.

Your hand left his shoulders as you realized your nails had dug into his skin quiet harshly, almost drawing blood. You reached out above you and gripped the sheets, pulling on them as you squealed,

“Ah!! Miguel- please! I’m close!!”

The most pornographic moan left his lips at your words, it sounded so good yet it was the most sinful thing you’ve probably ever heard. His hand left your hip and took yours off the sheets, exchanging your hold on it to his instead, your fingers intertwining in a tight yet promising grip in his large hand.

He growled deeply while nodding,

“I- Fuck!! Ay coño- come with me my beautiful baby. I’m so c-close!”

Miguel then pulled his face from your neck and leaned his forehead on yours, swallowing your cries with a searing kiss, before demanding,

“Come on baby.. tell me who you are- ah! Fuck- that’s all I want to here baby.”

Maybe your head was full of only Miguel, his cock, and the pleasure, but you nonetheless moaned against his lips,

“I! Ohh fuck- I’m your beautiful baby.. just y-yours!! Ah harder baby-“

“Then tell me again- ohh mama- go on.”

Hips rutting into yours harder was making tears collect in your eyes, and now screaming as you felt your release hitting its peak.

“Oh- I’m yours!! Beautiful baby- all AH!! Miguel- please I’m coming- mmph!!”

His lips took yours again as his rhythm began to falter a bit, stuttering his beat as he began to come with you. Moans synchronizing into one melody as you both rode your highs, letting it ride long as you were in paradise, never wanting it to end.

Finally you sighed out, needing air as it had been taken from Miguel, your high finally and fully dissipated, but you’ve never felt so satisfied and complete. Chest heaving and rubbing against his, you closed your eyes and relaxed into the sheets, letting go of Miguel’s hand and shoulder and letting your arms fall and spread out.

Miguel smiled at your blissed state and he could’ve sworn that he’s never seen a more gorgeous sight, you were heavenly and all his. You had stayed quiet for a bit, trying to catch your breath and calm your crazy heart beat, with slight concern Miguel came close to your forehead and spoke through kisses,

“Hermosa? Are *kiss* you *kiss* ok? *kiss*”

Slowly you nodded and did your best to reply,

“Hmm-utiful.. yours.. hm beau’ful..”

At your response Miguel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, he felt proud of himself, yet more proud of you.

You were definitely cock drunk and had been seriously railed until you only knew the words he told you to repeat over and over, so you could only think of that if someone ever told you less.

But that was his goal, he never wanted to hear any negative words about yourself come out of your mouth again, and if they did… he’d make sure he’d be there to tell you different, in many ways until you believed him.

Miguel kissed your head and wiped the rest of your tears away as he carefully pulled out, shushing your little whines with sweet coos sense you were sensitive. The warmth of his body left yours for a few seconds before it came back, with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

Gentleness was in his every move and his reassuring smile and attentiveness to your needs had you weak even more for him. He was always such a stern man for reasonable reasons, but with you, he was the most gentle giant you had ever known.

Once he was finished he cleaned himself up and tossed the cloth to the corner basket before wrapping and clinging himself onto you.

He moved you to rest on top of him, your head right over his heart, and his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, comforting himself with you well spent and in his arms. The whole time he knew you were up, as your traced heart shapes on his chest, he could feel them.

So he gave himself the opportunity to shower you with encouraging words, reminding you of your worth and how much he loved you.. he even went as far out of his comfort zone to say that you and him should have a day where you took cute pictures (well he said sexy and provocative but you said maybe one thing at a time) and you could post them on your social media and he’d do the same on his, letting everyone know how gorgeous you were and how worthy you were to have him.

You agreed to the suggestion and thanked him for always being the best, and loving you truly in every way.

“Thank you Miguel.. I’m sorry for-“

“Being my beautiful girl? I know.. me too, cause you’re stuck with me forever.”

You giggled and pecked his cheek,

“I love you so much..”

A genuine smile that had a hint of a pride in it found it’s way on Miguel’s lips, which you kissed fully before laying back down and curling into his sweet hold. You knew he wouldn’t let you apologize for something he felt wasn’t necessary, so you took his words of assurance instead and fell asleep, utterly full of him and his love for you.

When Miguel felt you go limp and you had stopped tracing, he cuddled you closer to his chest and pressed your head against him, as he pecked your head and bid you goodnight,

“Goodnight my beautiful baby.. I love you so much more..”

[kookyburrowing]

Different Languages AU Part 1: Wait, Fuck, They Don't Speak Basic?

First things first motherfuckers, let’s get one thing straight: Basic as a language does exist in this AU!  It’s just less common outside of the Core/Mid Rim.  SO.  What does that give us?  Well, it gives us way more interesting conflict, for one thing, and for another, so many languages.  Let’s get crackalackin! 

In the Outer Rim, Huttese is largely The Language To Speak.  If you don’t speak Huttese, you might as well just hurl yourself into the nearest bottomless pit now and save yourself the time and trouble.  Even in the Core and Mid Rim, Huttese is a very common language just because of how useful it is if you ever find yourself in the Outer Rim.  Most bounty hunters (i.e. Jango Fett, just for one completely random example) speak Huttese fluently, alongside their native languages.  Naturally, then, this is a language Anakin is very familiar with.  In fact, when he became a Jedi, it was the language he knew the best, and most people thought his speech was stilted in Basic because of this.  He spoke Basic maybe once every month on Tatooine—can you blame him?  

In the Mid Rim, each planet has their own language and conversations between diplomats are typically done as they are on Earth—via interpreters, to avoid any misunderstandings.  Padmé, for instance, does speak Basic, but that is the language she would use in the Senate, not on Naboo.  The same goes for Palpatine, but we’ll get to him in a minute, because he sucks and I want to not talk about him for as long as I feasibly can.  

The Core means Basic, Basic, Basic, because of just the sheer number of people making it necessary.  Coruscant is a weird case because of how communities develop there.  Since it’s kind of like a gigantic version of a modern city (I’ll use NYC as an example because I know it the best), it’s broken up into enclaves.  Cultures clump—it’s a thing.  Some neighborhoods in NYC are predominantly Jewish, some are predominantly Italian, the list goes on.  The same goes for Coruscant, although on a supersized scale.  There’s some areas where non-Mandalorians need not apply, some where everyone is a Twi’lek or Togruta, some where everyone is a Mirialan, et cetera.  Also, Coruscant dialects of certain languages are very much a thing.

Anyway.  Let’s talk Kamino, because that’s why I started this to begin with!  

Jango Fett is a Mandalorian.  He’s also a bounty hunter.  He’s from Concord Dawn and was a True Mandalorian.  Therefore we can guess he probably at the bare minimum speaks two dialects of Mando’a (Concord Dawn, True Mandalorian) Huttese, and has at least passing Basic.  He probably speaks more than that given how well-traveled he is, but those are the ones I can name for sure.  So Jango Fett, who speaks Mando’a and Huttese and Basic, encounters Count Dooku.  Count Dooku is from Serenno, but he was also a Jedi, so he probably speaks Serennese, Basic, Huttese, and a few more.  He may even speak Mando’a, but his dialects wouldn’t be likely to overlap with Jango’s.  Count Dooku tells Jango to go to Kamino and let them clone him in exchange for an exorbitant amount of money.  Jango does, because Jango is a thinking human being and thinking human beings under capitalism do not turn down exorbitant amounts of money in exchange for what amounts to (at most) being a three or four-time sperm donor.  

And on Kamino, our intrepid Mandalorian encounters something a bit weird.  The Kaminoans, being that they are an extremely isolated species and thus have absolutely no reason to have developed humanoid vocal chords, have to rely on droid translators.  Cool!  This means Jango can speak to them exclusively in his native language (Concord Dawn Mando’a), and they can speka to him exclusively in theirs, and everyone’s largely happy.  Jango negotiates the finer points of the contract, acquires an infant who he names Boba, and calls up some old friends (and acquaintances) to teach the clones to kick ass.  He informs them they don’t have to worry about speaking Basic, so they don’t bother speaking Basic.  

Thus, we have our setup.  The Kaminoans have no reason to make the clones speak Basic because literally none of these outsiders are bothering to inform that oh yeah there’s this whole common language thing going on, and said outsiders have no reason whatsoever to tell them because it would ultimately just be an inconvenience.  They’ve got a good thing going, and Jedi are required to speak more than one language anyway.  The clones can definitely find at least one in common!

So the clones learn to speak Mando’a, understand Kaminoan, and speak and/or understand one extra elective language.  Most pick something weird because they can—everyone around them speaks either Mando’a or Kaminoan so why would they bother with languages they don’t care about, like Basic?  Unfortunately for the Kaminoans and the trainers in equal measure, they do also realize that in order to express themselves in private they need their own universal language, so they acquire one.  They just call it clonespeak to keep things simple, and for most of them, that’s their native language.  They feel most comfortable speaking in it because that’s the language they associate with safety and with their siblings/parents.  

Thus: the predicament.  

Obi-Wan arrives on Kamino.  Obi-Wan is a Jedi.  Obi-Wan speaks Basic. 

Uh-oh.  See, Jango is out of practice—the Kaminoans can’t make those noises.  Boba’s language skills begin and end with Mando’a and some random bits of clonespeak right now—he’s kind of conversational with Huttese but every once in a while he just throws in a Mando’a word or an idiom in clonespeak and Jango has to take a minute to breathe lest he slam his head straight through the wall in frustration because he doesn’t understand clonespeak.  And so much performing of charades, many awkward moments, and exactly one sentence in Basic later, Obi-Wan is heading back to Coruscant with several questions. 

First: why the fuck did Sifo-Dyas order an army who didn’t speak Basic?  No one knows.  No one can find any records of this order, for one thing.  No one knows who Tyrannus is, for another.  

And second: what languages do the clones speak?  Obviously, Mando’a is amongst them, but Jango’s extremely intensely staring son also spoke another, infinitely weird language and no one can find any record of it, and not even Jango seemed to understand him.  Do they understand the Kaminoans’ clicking noises?  Are they just mute?  Is it constantly Shut The Fuck Up Friday up in there?  What is going on?  

The Council loses their collective minds.  Shaak Ti is about ready to haul ass across the galaxy to collect these poor, lost young men—Plo Koon is right there with her.  Yoda is—well, Yoda is swearing loudly in several dead languages right now.  Mace Windu, ever the voice of reason, just has one thing to say: how about they meet the clones, first.  Before they panic.

In the face of this intense, all-consuming, glorious sensibility, the Council collectively shuts the fuck up.  They decide to let things run their course.  

And then Geonosis.  Quickly, Yoda collects several hundred clones, manages to communicate to one of them—who speaks a really weird, ancient, and fucked up dialect of Basic that could basically scan to Elizabethan English, and whose name is probably Kowalski—what he needs, and that one tells an older, larger and more intimidating one.  Then that one yells a lot in a language Yoda has never heard before, and several hundred clones are suddenly hauling ass into gunships.  

Enter one Anakin Skywalker and one Padmé Amidala, who are about to acquire some friends, none of whom understand a word they’re saying.  They fuck some things up, get strapped to some poles to be devoured by Space Beasts of some sort, and then escape.  

Battle of Geonosis happens.  Mace Windu quickly discovers that the answer to the question what do the clones speak is effectively every language except Basic, and the answer is also supremely inconsistent.  He is Suffering.  He is Experiencing The Horrors.  Obi-Wan is likewise fighting for his life because he speaks a fancy-ass dialect of Mando’a that the clones don’t understand.  This is because they, like normal people, don’t talk like dignitaries on diplomatic missions.  

Moving on!  Obi-Wan gets assigned Alpha-17.  Alpha-17 is a demon.  Actually.  He probably speaks Basic but refuses to out of spite.  This is the biggest asshole to ever stomp his way into a Venator and terrify Anakin Skywalker into cowering submission.  (He may even be why Anakin behaved like that as Vader.  We will never know!)  Like most clones, Alpha-17 speaks four languages.  Clonespeak, Mando’a, Kaminoan, and Huttese.  In that order.  So he has no real trouble communicating with either Anakin or Obi-Wan.  

What he does have, though, is a surplus of kids.  Like it or not (he insists he doesn’t) they are his kids, and he wants them to have a shot at having a moderately tolerable existence.  Enter everyone’s favorite group of six weirdos: Wolffe, Ponds, Fox, Bly, Cody, and Rex.  

Wolffe is easy.  He’s horrible with languages, and so gets sent to Plo Koon, who speaks through a translator anyway.  Add Mando’a to the translator, and bang!  Easy.  Done.  They understand each other perfectly.  

Ponds is also easy.  He, being sensible, learned Basic, so he goes to Mace Windu, who is equally sensible (and grateful for the easy transition).  

Fox, who is a scheming little shit and also just so happens to speak Naboo, get sent to Coruscant.  The Chancellor can’t get one over on him if Fox can understand every word he says, and most Senators have protocol droids with them for translation anyway.  

Bly speaks Ryll, so she gets Aayla Secura.  Again, easy.  

Cody, on the other hand?  Cody speaks the same languages as 17.  Cody has a favorite younger brother who needs guidance.  Cody, therefore, gets deposited with Obi-Wan, and Rex?  Rex gets Anakin.  

But the issue with Rex is he and Anakin have no language in common.  Rex’s elective language was Togruti, and like the rest of his batch he also speaks Tusken sign.  Because his batch are a bunch of assholes who wanted an extremely private way to talk.  

So.  Anakin and Rex start off the war with no way to communicate!  None!  Literally not one language in common!  

And they do try to communicate—via charades, via text, et cetera—but they don’t really have access to translation software on a regular basis and thus things become complicated.  

Things are made even more complicated by the fact that Rex, like Wolffe, is shit at language learning.  Anakin, who isn’t, could try to learn clonespeak, and does!  But when you can’t communicate with the person teaching you it is immensely slow going.  

And thus, our premise is complete.  How do you run a war with someone you can’t talk to?  

Well, it depends.  If you’re Anakin, you say, maybe I can figure a way around this.  

If you’re Pong Krell?  

I dunno man.  Yell?  Yeah, that sounds about right.