#but I did need these moments on my blog soooo.....

[leosgreyfringe]

WILLIAM SALIBA for Pro Direct Soccer France

[tellafairy]

thoughts on shifting + manifesting with ease. (as someone who's shifted many times, alongside manifesting)

coming back to this side of tumblr after spending years away from it has made me realized how many of you are truly the problem, it might sound kinda harsh but really. so many of you ask the same questions over and over again.. "but HOW do i do it?" "how do i shift" "how do i manifest" JUST DO IT. stop looking for signs, stop looking for methods or "cheat codes". just do it man.

your mind is so powerful and it actually kinda irritates me how many of you doubt it, just because it "seems to easy". you don't understand how you've been manipulated by society to not see your power. how have you been on loa social media, shifting social media, for soooo long — yet still don't see it?? let me tell you..

the moment i got off social media, the moment i took time to erase everything in my head and stop overthinking everything, was the moment everything came to me. i already had it, i just needed to stop telling myself i didn't.

it took me barely any time to get used to convincing myself i had everything i wanted, i shifted to my desired realities, and everything worked out in my favour. AFFIRMING IS ALL YOU NEED. I AM YELLING AT YOU. JUST AFFIRM.

really, please, affirm. the routine is so simple.

1. any bad thought is instantly turned positive.

ex: "i really want her waist"

to

"am i stupid ... i have her waist.. tbh mine even looks a little better.. am i crazy?? like actually? this must be a glitch or something cause my waist is practically identical to hers.. i literally love my waist"

exaggerate, say what you need to say to erase the negativity.

2. it's yours, so act like it..

ex: talk about ur DR normally. it's your reality, not a fantasy land you made up in a dream. ITS REAL. it's a reality. for example, i'd watch videos of my s/o in this reality, and speak about our lives in my dr. "i can't wait to see __ tonight... god i love __, it's so nice hanging out with them everyday.. wow they look so pretty in this video — i'm so lucky their mine". it's natural, they're yours aren't they? exactly, so act like it.. this is used the exact same way when manifesting..

you see someone with something you want? thinking of something you wanna do? something you wanna be? ... it's urs... so can you act like it?? like whyre u feeling sad someone else got a job promotion 😹😹 you literally got a better one ...

3. that's literally it

you don't need a fancy method (although it can give u some peace of mind.. let's be real, a lot of methods set y'all back and make you overwhelmed, blocking ur beliefs and making everything seem harder). you literally just need to live. tell yourself it's done, over and over again. nothing matters. it's done, it's yours, you have it, you're happy and fulfilled. other peoples sucess should really mean nothing to you negatively. it shouldn't make you stressed, shouldn't make you feel behind.. why would it when you have everything, you can do everything, go anywhere, and you can be anything.

it'll seem like manifesting blogs and shifting blogs just repeat the same things.. which is true, they do, because i'm telling you there's nothing more to it than what you've already read. it is that easy. all it takes is your mind. decide, and tell yourself.

as i said before, it took me barely anytime to switch my mindset once i actually started focusing on myself, my journey and not every body else's results. repeating stuff to yourself WORKS. repeating is literally ALL i did. choose what i want, told myself it's mine in any way i could describe it. and there, it's mine. ive shifted to many different realities, along side gaining a better life in this one after years of convincing myself there was nothing for me. if i can break out of the cycle, trust me you can too. i cannot describe how desperate i was at the beginning, how long i took in false info and wasted time on methods all while doubting every single thing.

so why don't you believe it? you'll sit there and tell yourself over and over again that you're ugly, or broke, or friendless... but you won't tell urself that you've shifted? that you have your dream body...? girl okay i guess....

once you realize nothing besides your mind truly matters, is when you'll be free with yourself. circumstances don't matter, past feelings don't matter, doubts don't matter, your mind is all you need.

yes this is just loa explained longer, that's the point of the post because some of u still can't get it in ur heads

[woniehugs]

OPERATION: FUCK SIM JAEYUN.

—✧ summary: as a student, you were a huge academic overachiever, always wanting to excel in class and get the highest grades. as a teenage girl, you wanted to get some hardcore action. academics were stressful, and you needed an outlet for that stress. besides, it’s your second to the last year in high school. what could possible go wrong if you deviated and have a little fun? you’ve had your eyes on one guy for a while now, sim jaeyun. the handsome guy, the star soccer player, good at physics. now, you now had another goal aside from finishing the school year as the top student: fuck sim jaeyun. one day, you get partnered together for a project, and one thing led to another, you end up in his bed. this might just turn your life for the better… or the worst.

—✧ pairing: jake sim x y/n

—✧ genre: highschool! au, fluff, pining (mutual? you’ll see), friends with benefits, casual relationship, smut (in later parts)

—✧ a/n: i’ve been thinking about this plot for soooo long now and i really want to write it so here i am haha. this story will be split into two parts (you’ll understand why soon) each part with a vague number of chapters for now. depends on my mood, i’ll be writing and posting the chapters whenever since i’m pretty busy. but i promise, i will finish writing this because this is the plot i’ve been both daydreaming and sleeping to at night. this’ll be my outlet for my stress from academics ;)

—✧ taglist: @youreverydayzebra @witheeseung @w3bqrl @renjuns-grillfreind (cant be tagged) @freakywonbin , @enhafika , @enhacolor, @woniebuns, @cyberstephzz, @sumzysworld, @woniefull, @aanniikkaa, @faithnsstuff, @wonnienyang, @wonlluvie, @slut4hee, @hwaluvrsblog, @jakeswifez, @jiryunie, @nikibleist , @friurt, @jungwonsstrawberriesnchocolate, @jakesimfromstatefarm, @lolddhfsdcvff-blog (cant be tagged), @my10monthslovesimjae, @heefever, @milanco, @khaisdrz, @cha-raena, @khaisdrz , @milanco , @bananna-12 (cant tag), @ilovejakesimsm (cant tag), @enhypenlovre, @simjaeyunswifee, @shawnyle, @hoonieluv, @niniissus, @bookloversomuch . send an ask or comment if you want to be added!

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you pull away from jake, panting, trying to catch your breath. you hear him breathing in the same pace as yours, and your brain short-circuits for a moment. you couldn’t believe what the hell just happened.

who the fuck leaned in first?

was it me? him?

and why did i enjoy it so much?

“s-shit, i…” you try to say, clearing your throat. you weren’t so sure what to say after that. wow? you’re an amazing kisser. we should do this more often! oh no you would sound insane. but then again, you were never even sane in the first place.

jake continues to stare at you, still trying to catch his breath. he looks at the unfinished project beside you, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling. you notice this, raising an eyebrow, “what are you smiling about? is this funny to you? we just—“

“yes. we just made out. in my bed.” he cuts you off, looking you in the eye once again. you wanted to look away, growing shy under his gaze, but you find yourself not doing so. “didn’t think you were capable of that. always thought you were the saving yourself after marriage type of girl.”

your eyes widen in surprise, pushing him off. “e-excuse me! you act like you just fucked me in your mattress, which you didn’t, and we won’t ever do!” partially a lie. now that he mentioned it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that scenario now after that incredible almost experience. “and besides, i am that type of girl. i have huge respect for myself.”

jake smiled even wider at your response, “right. i’m not saying you don’t. but i gotta say, i wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

did you hear that correctly? did he just say he wouldn’t mind doing that again?!

well, to be fair, you honestly wouldn’t mind either.

you shake your head, “oh, shove off! let’s pretend that never happened. keep that between us.” you point a finger towards him, “say a word to anyone else and i will cut your balls off. that isn’t a threat, it’s a promise.”

“oh y/n, i know better than to disobey you.” jake replied, holding your hand in his and pressing a kiss to the finger you pointed at him. you could see the mischievous glint in his eye and you wanted nothing more than to slap (kiss, no, scratch that) smirk off his face, but that would mean you were in the losing round in a game that was never played in the first place.

not yet at least. oh god, what the hell were you thinking?

you gulp quietly, nodding at him, and quickly turned to the project in front of you. “right. we’re finished with our short break, l-let’s continue working. we’re not nearly done with this.” great. distract yourselves from what happened. that’s a good idea. put it all behind you and him.

you couldn’t exactly look him in the eye when saying that, so you could probably guess all that jake heard from you was blah blah blah. fortunately for you, jake hummed beside you and continued to work, acting completely oblivious (or so you’d like to assume) to what you were feeling right now.

once you went home, you were going to spend the whole night thinking about this. not just about what happened, but what jake responded to your embarrassing outburst.

“right. i’m not saying you don’t. but i gotta say, i wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

now why on earth would he say that to you?

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chapter list! (tentative)

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

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©2024 ©woniehugs

[werecreature-addicted]

I feel like there’s too much NSFW here, is there a way we could just have some werewolf fluff? I think it’s time to even all the NSFW out with some fluff Y’know.

You know how wolves dig burrows and stuff? imagine a scenario where you intimidating 10ft werewolf boyfriend dug a burrow and built you a “nest” and it has tufts of his for and soft feathers and stuff, and once he’s done he picks you up and puts you in his nice warm “nest” and cuddles with you for the next 7 hours. Plus he’s just *so* warm and his fur is so thick, fluffy and soft that you just *cant* pull away from it.

// and while you’re cuddling he just keeps licking your face and his tail is wagging 100 miles an hour and stuff like omg that’s so cute but you don’t need to add that if you don’t want to 🥺// —

(( the trope of scary monster boyfriend that’s actually a sweetheart just gets to me man 😭 ))

I'm sorry there's too much monster porn on the monster porn blog but anyways fluff-

"did you do this?" you ask looking at the little oasis in the woods. It's a little den, a small bed of furs tucked under a rocky overhang, protecting you from the elements.

"Do you like it?" he asks shyly. sitting down in the "nest" waiting for you to come cuddle with him.

"love it," you tell him. You lay down with him. It is surprisingly comfortable cuddling on the forest floor. Your head on his chest, his body curling protectively around yours. You feel the soft thud of his tail hitting the bed as it wags happily. He really is easy to please all you have to do is stay close and scratch behind his ears while you snuggle.

The night is cold, but his body and the animal skins keep you warm.

"Thank you for doing this," you whisper, not wanting to break the peaceful moment

"We can do it again- anytime you want," he offers, already planning how to do this again, build a better nest.

"If you keep being so sweet to me, word is going to get around that you're soft," you tease.

"I'm scary, no one is going to think I'm soft," he grumbles and pulls you closer. his big clawed fingers tracing patterns on your back. You smile to yourself.

"my bad how could I forget. You're soooo scary," you say then laugh a little. He pauses

"wait no- I'm not scary I don't want you to be afraid of me," he says and you have to bite back another laugh. He really is too cute when he gets like this.

"I'm not scared of you, I know you'd never hurt me," you assure him. which is true. Even with razor-sharp teeth and claws to match. You really aren't afraid of him. "not when you're so sweet to me."

[markiemelon]

hii! i just found out about your blog! i wanted to request something but i also wanted to compliment your work! you have the writing style that pulls me in so that i really read the story word for word (most of the time i just skim through the entire fic to just get to the ending lol) so thank you for existing and writing these stories. they feel like a big hug! keep up the good work, i will definetly read your work in the future and catch up on your other work that i havent gotten to yet!

as for my request haha, i was wondering if you could write for jeno? im a sucker for soft jeno, but i cant really find anything that isnt wayyy too cringey. tbh soft jeno is very rare i feel like *sobs*

~

like, jeno is a really cold boyfriend who doesnt really show his affection, and even when he does, he doesnt admit it. for example, when he prepares a gift for you, he puts it in a place where a lot of people can access, so that you dont know that its him. haha and then when you ask him abt it, he pretends he has no idea what ur talking abt.

the only time that jeno is soft and cuddly is when ur abt to sleep or when hes sleepy.

can u js write abt jeno being exceptionally cuddly one day in bed, and the reader is really surprised?

also maybe jeno confesses abt sweet things hes done for reader in the past?

if ur not interested, please ignore! i know i wrote a lot haha, sorry.

bye!

@dungiewungie you are the sweetest. im so flattered. thank you for reading my stories!!!! thank youuu!!! so much!!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

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pillows

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☆ genre. flufffff + no warnings

☆ pairings. jeno x gn!reader

{11:55 pm ~ ♡}

you and jeno didn’t live together, but somehow he always found a way back to your place. he loved staying with you. he loved the way that the pillows smelled of your shampoo and how your perfume lingered on the silky sheets…

side by side, you and jeno lied in your bed, heads sunken into your pillows.

“yn, why do you have so many pillows? we can barely fit on this bed.”

he was right, you did have way too many pillows, but you liked piling them up and burring yourself to feel cozy.

he tried to throw some off to the side of the bed but you wouldn’t let him. “noo. i need all of them.”

jeno rolled his eyes and pretended to act annoyed. he shuffled around a bit to get comfortable despite drowning in the fluffiness around him. the two of you lied in silence for a moment.

“talk to me.” he said.

“talk to you?” you answered.

“yeah. it helps me sleep.” his voice was quiet.

your lips stretched past your teeth as you thought of all the things you could talk to jeno about. you figured now would be the perfect time to confront him about something since he couldn’t really go anywhere...

“remember that time you got jealous when my secret admirer sent me flowers?”

“yeah… “ he said shyly. “also..i gave you those flowers.” he confessed, a bit hesitantly. “that was before we started dating so i was kind of embarrassed.” jeno rubbed the nape of his neck.

he avoided looking at you; he was just too flustered to.

hearing that made your cheeks light up. “jenooooooo!” you wanted to give him the biggest hug, but you knew he hated your cuteness aggression. so you just told him how adorable he was, and went back to drifting off to sleep…

“yn. come here.”

your head perked up as you gladly placed yourself the closest you could to jeno while still lying side-by-side.

“no” he said, “here.”

jeno put his arm around your back, and pulled your head to rest on top of his chest. “i meant here.”

you didn’t say anything, you just giggled to yourself as you thought about how funny it was that out of all the pillows you had to choose from, he was the softest one.

thank you thank youuu for requesting! i haven’t had much time to write so I’m sorry this took soooo long. i really hope you like it ♡

-🍉

[thecowinblack]

Broken promises pt.4

Moodboard Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Reader x Eris

Summary: New inhabitants in the Autumn Court and some real explanation to the last parts ending...

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: Hi everyone! I'm soooo sorry this took so freaking long to make. I've literally had no inspiration for this universe but I decided to write a short part and see if it comes back! I love you all /Thecowinblack💕💕💕

A/n 2.0: Oh and imagine that Nesta hasn't yet been forced to live at the house of wind, for the sake of my story line.

The realization hit you hard.Your whole childhood had been a lie. Everything from your moment's with your mother, no adopted mother to the moments with your brothers back in the war camps. Nothing had been real, because you weren't his sister. You didn't have a brother. You didn't even have real parents, The Mother obviously didn't count. Not more than the King of Hybern counted as Elain or Nestas father. Everything was like a long forgotten memory, a memory that always existed in your brain, just blurry. And now it was totally clear.

You'd been created by the Mother. As a tool on earth. You could see things, like a seer but instead of seeing the future you could see your creator's wishes. But still. There was something that still was blurry, something about your powers. The one's that even frightened Armen.

You realized that you'd arrived at your door. The door to the room that you and Eris shared. You opened the door. Wondering how the hell you were supposed to tell Eris this. Walking in you could see him spread out on the couch, reading something.

“Eris, I need to talk to you about something.”

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You and Eris had arrived back at your estate a couple days ago. Everything that you'd learned you'd told him. From the fact that you weren't Rhysands sister to your powers. All of it. And somehow he hadn't been confused, he had understood.

“Y/N come on, I'm dying of hunger!” Eris called out from the staircase.

“I'm on my way!” You shouted back.

Running down to the dining room you saw Lucien and… Nesta. You quickly pulled her in for a hug.

“What are you two doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the Night court?” You asked them.

“Fayre and Rhysand made an ultimatum, stay in the House of wind with no alcohol and train and work in the library, bla bla bla or move out of the court. I thought of what you said at the meeting so I decided to come here.” Nesta said to you.

“I couldn't deal with Elain and Azriel anymore so I just decided to leave. You guys are okay with us staying here right?” Lucien told you and Eris.

“Of course, let's eat and then I can show you around Nes!”

Dinner was amazing and you later pulled Nesta with you, leaving your husband and his brother to talk alone.

“Do you want to see the library?” You asked her. Nesta nodded and you opened the large oak doors behind you. The walls were covered in bookshelves with books in all colors. You could see Nestas eyes lit up. You knew this library was bigger than any in the Night court, and filled with romance. You guided her over to that section and she quickly grabbed a couple books.

“Can the rest of the tour wait until tomorrow?” She asked you and you started to laugh and to your surprise did too. A big smile painted your lips as you grabbed your own book and the two of you sat down on the closet couch, just reading.

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A/n: I know that this one was really short but I'll probably write another really soon! Bye byeee!

Taglist: @queerqueenlynn @se7enteen--black-blog @mybestfriendmademe @cleverzonkwombatsludge @myromanempiree @st4r-girl-official

[wolfiesmoon]

JJK boys with a gyaru GF

i wanted to write for all these bois but didn't have a good enough concept let's do what i do best!! Short drabbles!!...😔

I did this on my main blog too and it did really well so here i am🥰

Characters featured: Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Gojo

Nanami Kento

"Hahahaha! Kento, you look sooo cute!" You clapped your hands, satisfied with your work so far.

After much convincing, Kento allowed you to give him a gyaru makeover. It was almost artistic how much the bright, colorful accessories contrasted his strong body and calm personality.

He sighed. He can't believe he's actually letting you do this. Your puppy eyes are quite a dangerous weapon, he fears.

When you move away for a bit, he asks "Are you done?"

"Done?! We haven't even gotten to the makeup yet!! Or the nails!!" Your response shocked him. You really were going all out here, weren't you.

"Which, speaking of nails, let's do a leopard pattern like your tie!! Have I mentioned how that tie is peak gyaru yet?" Your mention of the tie evolved from there and he listened to you ramble on about the latest trends in gyaru fashion.

He liked the moments where you rambled on about things you enjoy. He loves the sound of your voice, especially when you're excited about the thing you're talking about.

You press a quick kiss to his nose all of a sudden, making him jump slightly in surprise.

"Hehehe, sorry. Your smile was just so cute and I couldn't resist." He was... smiling at you?

God, you're gonna be the death of him.

Choso Kamo

He's always had his eyes on you. To be fair, you were a little difficult to miss with all your bright acessories and clothes. And with a bright smile to match, too.

"Choso!!~" you ran up to him, hugging him tight. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around you, causing you to smile at him.

He would do anything for you, and he makes that clear as day. He holds your shopping bags, he helps you pick out nail designs and plugs in the curling iron for you while you're still doing your makeup.

Of course, he would do a lot more than that but you never let him.

"Hello." He greeted you simply, wondering where you'll take him today.

"Soooo, there's this new clothes collection I've been eyeing for a while..." you let go of him, much to his dismay.

"Do you need money?" He asked.

"What? No, I've been saving up! And I want you to come with me to pick out the best date outfits, and the best girls night outfits, the best party outfits, you get the point." You listed all the necessities off, straightening one of your fingers each time.

"Ah, I just went and called you over without explaining anything beforehand. You're not busy, are you?" Your face suddenly shifted to worry, something he hated seeing.

"No, I'm not."

Truth be told, he was supposed to go to a meeting right about now, but you're much more important. The peck you pressed to his lips was more than worth it.

Fushiguro Megumi

"Hehehe, look here Megumi~" you smiled, turning your brightly accesorised phone towards him.

Instead of posing with you like you wanted, Megumi walked out of your camera's view without a word.

"Oh come on, babe... You never let me take pictures of you..." you whined, putting down your phone and pouting.

"I don't like my face being on social media." He crossed his arms, looking as straight faced as ever.

"Who said I was gonna post it on social media? I just wanted to show you off to my girlies... They don't believe that I actually have a boyfriend..." you looked down.

"...Fine." your head shot back up, meeting his eyes. He isn't a jokester, and he never teases you on purpose either, so this can only mean...

"Yayy! I love you, babes!!" You practically jumped him, attacking him with a flurry of kisses to his face. He acted annoyed and pushed you off, but you have a feeling he liked it deep inside.

"Hehehe, now your face is covered in kiss marks!" You smiled playfully at him.

Before he got a chance to wipe it off, you snapped a quick selfie that you're going to show off to your friends so hard later.

They can't claim he's just a friend you payed to take a photo with if he has your lipstick all over him, can they?

Gojo Satoru

"Kyaaah!" All your friends squealed at the sight of your boyfriend. Satoru smirked slightly, sitting down next to you and kissing your forehead.

"You weren't lying when you said he was super hot!" One of them said. "Ahhh, he really is super tall!" Another added, looking him up and down. You nodded excitedly in response, proud smile on your face.

Satoru didn't really want to meet your friends. He had nothing against them, but a date with you and only you was way better. Atleast in his humble opinion.

"You are SO. LUCKY." Your third friend giggled.

Satoru doesn't even pay attention to your friends fangirling over him, taking your freshly manicured hand into his and appreciating your nails. Blue and sparkly. Undoubtedly to match his eyes.

He raised your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles one by one, keeping eye contact with you the entire time and listening to your friends lose it in the background.

"Satoru...?!" You tried your best to not let your blush show. Suddenly, he pulled you close by your hips, whispering into your ear.

"Hey, here's a bright idea. Let's ditch your friends. After all, I'm in the mood for something sweet." You felt a shiver run through you at his words.

"Hey-Satoru!" You pulled on his ear, making him pout and promise not to do it again, but you have a feeling he won't stop trying.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To Their Darling Sighing For Attention ♡

(I tried to edit the original one but that one wouldn't accept my edits soooo... Honestly Fixing this fi was a long time overdue because the formatting on this was just not great and I'm pretty sure this was my second or third fic back when I only had the main three on this blog.)

♡ Miriel, the poor thing is panicking. Most of them would anyways but her especially due to her being an elf, the connection is not nearly as deep as it is for the others and so she can't just feel your emotions or know if you're actually sad or not like the others are able to. She worries about how long you've been sad without her even knowing! It could have been forever, really she feels like a terrible mate for this but don't worry she'll do everything she can to remedy this situation! ♡

♡ Explaining you were just being overdramatic for attention is not helping anything either honestly, if anything it actually only makes the situation worse. Did she leave you feeling unwanted and unloved for so long that you felt as though you had to resort to drastic actions? Did you feel as though you aren't allowed to ask her for attention? She really feels as though she's a failure and so obviously she must have been working too much, she needs to take time off and work even less so you can get the attention you desperately need! ♡

♡ Eliza can feel your emotions but that still doesn't make her feel any better about this because at this point she's honestly doubting if her connection to you is strong enough because while you didn't feel sad or anything, if you had she would have rushed over to you, the sigh just sounded so sad so maybe she's not as good at reading her mates emotions as she thinks she is. Werewolves rank second in ability to read their mates emotions, behind Demons who are quite excellent at it. ♡

♡ Explaining it to her will confuse her and make her call you silly all night while she gives you all the attention you could want. Honestly though it is rare there is a moment when you are in the same room with her and her attention is not solely on you, she doesn't even cook because she eats her food raw so there's not many chores or tasks she would be doing to take her eyes off you. This is most likely to happen outside if she's securing your area for a picnic at a park but even then not likely. ♡

♡ Despite claiming to be desperately waiting for her mate, though admittedly not very good at that either, she didn't ever look more into the mate bond or pay attention to what other wolves experienced when they felt the mate bond so she wouldn't know how strongly she can feel your emotions, sure she can have a vague sense at times but beyond that she's lost so when you sigh she thinks you're really really sad and that she can't feel it. ♡

♡ Don't worry she will forgive you for not stating what you wanted directly so just come cuddle with her, she'll give you all the attention you need. Just uhm, forgive her if she gets a boner during your cuddling because she was very turned on by having her mate crave her attention. Much like Eliza though there's not many times her attention will be off you, the only time would likely be when she's out running. ♡

♡ Kassien views this as cute though it's actually very rare you do something that she doesn't view as cute, she might not get to say it very often but you're so cute to her when you actually behave yourself for once and while she would prefer you just ask for the attention, wanting attention from your mate is very good behavior that she would like to reward though she would like to work on making sure you get a bit better at communicating with her. ♡

♡ She can feel your emotions though so she knows for sure that you're not actually sad, just wanting her attention. It does show her that the mate bond is actually working on your side finally and she's extremely smug about that. Come to her lovely, she'll give you all the attention you need or if you won't come to her then she'll come to you because to be honet she does very much enjoy having your attention too. ♡

♡ Nikki actually does know exactly what it is you want. She's a high ranked demon so besides the boss, she is the one who would have the best sense of her mates wants and emotions though she can't always tell why you are having the emotion like when she can sense you're upset and sad because she killed someone but assumes the reason must be because she didn't kill them brutally enough. Anyways she knows what this is for because lower ranked angels will occasionally engage in the same 'play' behaviors with their mates because sighing and acting tired is the faster way to catch your mates attention. ♡

♡ So basically the conclusion she comes to from this is that you wanted her attention to nap with you which she will gladly indulge as long as she doesn't have any paperwork to do. If she does then she'll just soothe you to sleep with her scent and join you as soon as she finishes. She is glad you are finally doing something she recognizes, maybe humans aren't as weird as she thinks they are. ♡

♡ Runa is like Miriel except she's a huge overreactor and assume something horrible must have happened to make you sigh so sadly. She'll kill the problem for you though, Love! She's such a great mate, she'll make sure it's extra bloody too if you want her to! When you tell her you just wanted her attention though she feels like she could cum on the spot, she just kiss you right that second, it's just too exciting! She obviously knew you loved her back but this is just extra proof. ♡

♡ There won't be many times her attention is off of you, even when she's gaming you're on her lap while she poorly explains her game to you so her attention is still pretty much on you and you are her favorite little toy, she likes just watching you in the apartment sometimes, she used to be bored all the time except for when she killed but now she has you to occupy her. Even when she kills in front of you she is paying attention to your reactions. ♡

♡ Nora doesn't know what to do, she's very attuned to your emotions and what you want because she is walking on thin ice to be your perfect girlfriend but she doesn't know what to do with this. She doesn't know how intense she should get with the attention and affection she's giving you because she doesn't want to scare you off because then she'd have to kidnap you. ♡

♡ Honestly she's probably frozen debating all her options and you might think she didn't even hear you but she did, she just doesn't know how she needs to go about this, it's an opportunity for her to make you love her more but she could also screw this up badly. You're much better off asking her to cuddle or kiss you because otherwise she's going to have a hard time. ♡

♡ Sawyer knows exactly what it is you want, she could sense your agitation in the mate bond and while she does think it's cute and does appreciate you wanting her attention, she wants you to ask for what you want directly so she's going to ignore this. You have to be a good girl and tell her what it is you need or she won't give you anything. If you continue to sigh or do nothing then she'll eventually tell you this. ♡

♡ You may not realize this but even when she's filing paperwork all day long, her attention never leaves you for a second, if you're in her office she is listening to every sound you make, it cheers her up actually and she longs for your attention too. If you're at home she hones in on every emotion she feels through the bond and will even order food for you if she feels you're hungry in the penthouse or she'll text you to tell you to order whatever you want to eat. Either way while her attention isn't always apparent, there is never a single second she is not focused on you. ♡

[softlymaximoff]

Yes, your Highness

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: I’m obsessed with any wanda variant I need help, also this is way shorter than intended and no smut just dynamic play soooo I’m sorry and have fun hopefully you like it

Summary: your princess has had enough of your attitude and isn’t afraid to let everybody know who you belong to.

Characters: Dark!Princess! Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: degrading, humiliation, violence (if you squint I think?), corruption, mind control, pet play, Dom/sub dynamics, choking, breath play, objectifying.

Word Count: 846 😭

"How hard is it to just try and look like you’re grateful for once!" Wanda seethed as she pulled you away from the ballroom. "Wanda it's not my fault your daddy doesn't like me! He’s some mean old prick who hates everyone who even looks at you" You snapped but whimpered as her grip tightened on your arms. "Don't you ever talk about my daddy like that again Y/n. You could cost me the throne you moron!” A sharp slap echoed the hallways and you choked on a broken gasp. Your eyes filled with light tears as you kept your mouth shut, you knew not to talk back. She was in her element and her eyes were slowly darkening to their reddish-hue.

“You are nothing but a stable hand, a dirty peasant, a street rat and if it wasn’t for my daddy, the King, took pity on you you would be fed to the pigs. Do I make myself clear Y/n?” She grabbed your cheeks between her thumb and pointer finger forcing you to slightly part your lips. “Yes, your Highness” you whispered out and almost whined when she let go and rested a hand on the base of your neck. “Speak up dog” her voice was cold and sent chills down your spine.

“Yes you make yourself clear your Highness” you spoke a little louder and she rolled her eyes. “Pathetic. Utterly pathetic” she grumbled and attached her lips to your neck sucking angry marks along your jawline. “I won’t hesitate to make a scene out there to show everyone how ungrateful you really are. Throwing dirty looks at people who are just trying to be nice to their princess” she threatened and you couldn’t help but huff at her words. “Pets don’t speak, what has gotten into your dumb little brain today” she pulled back and searched your eyes to see if you were pushing her buttons purposely or if you were really upset over something.

“Speak mutt, what’s wrong” she raised an eyebrow and you just whined, a moan threatening to escape as she ran a thumb over the many forming bruises along your throat and clavicle. “My princess” You stumbled lightly over your words and looked away when she pursed her lips. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought. Of course I’m yours you silly toy” she smiled softly for a brief moment before steeling her eyes once again.

“Now do I have to ask again, how fucking hard is it to pretend you’re getting along with my father” she narrowed her eyes and grabbed the base of your neck, pushing you against the walls of the open hallway. You whimpered when her hand squeezed with a little more force than normal and she kicked your legs apart, pushing her knee in between them. “You’re such a stupid mutt. So easy to whore yourself out for your princess” she mumbled before she kissed you. Dominating the kiss and biting down on your lipstick covered lips, she sucked harshly drawing a little blood.

“Wanda” you pleaded desperately and rolled your hips as her eyes glowed a deep red. “Shut up” she growled and applied more pressure, almost cutting your breathing off. You eyes slipped shut and you parted your lips for a brief moment and she used that to her advantage, shoving two fingers in. “Suck” She demanded softly and you did just that. “My good pet” She hummed and you looked up at her all doe-eyed.

“Who knew a street rat could be such a good dog for royalty” she chuckled darkly and took her fingers out. Her eyes were now completely red, all traces of green lost. “Huh? My dumb little pet ready to submit. All brainless and needy” her magic floating heavily through your thoughts. You were nothing but a poor lowlife and you were so deeply grateful for everything the kingdom had offered you. A low throaty whine sounded out in the hallway and your knees buckled. “I think we should let everyone know who you belong to” She pulled away from you and took the sight in.

You had an angry handprint disguising itself as a choker collar, your hair was neatly dishevelled from its up-do from earlier and your lipstick was smeared. “You’re mine” she growled before walking towards the common ballroom, your wrists trapped tightly in a single hand of hers. “People of the Kingdom, Mother, Father, I have an announcement to make” She declared and pulled you out in front of her, showing you off like a prized hunt.

“Y/n will no longer be service of the Kingdom but of me. She is to be my pet, my dog, my toy, what ever title I see fit until the sun stops shining on our land. Daddy I know you don’t like her that much but I promise you I won’t let her get out of hand” she finished with a stern nod and turned to you. You were hers. Completely hers and you were to be forever grateful her kingdom spared your life.

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Tag list: @youresuchamom @yelenasdiary @cromaximoff @deadlynightshade418

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 26- Face Sitting

Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection universe)

Word count- 1.4k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), mmf threesome, m/m action, anal sex, oral (f receiving), face sitting, feelings, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- I labeled this as MPoA-verse but it can be read on its own. I have been wanting to write this one for so long and this was soooo much fun to write!! I love this thruple so much they're always a joy to come back to! Fun and silly sex is just so great! And it seems must of my favorite are neat the end of the month cause this is another top one for me lol! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is myupdate blog so please follow that too and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on my new fics!

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“You ready for this, babe?” Frankie asked as he positioned himself.

“I’m so fuckin’ ready,” Benny eagerly replied as he watched Frankie between his parted legs. He then looked up at you, who hovered right behind him, “Are you ready, baby?”

You smirked down, the excitement already rushed through your veins, “I’m ready,” you looked up at Frankie and your chest warmed. You and Frankie locked eyes and exchanged a knowing look and a nod; words weren’t needed.

Clothes were long forgotten. Benny laid out on his back while Frankie stood between his spread legs, his fully hard cock ready to take his boyfriend. While you were positioned at Benny’s head, ready to “smother him with your delicious pussy.” Benny’s words exactly.

“Put it in me, big man,” Benny exhaled as he wiggled his hips slightly, “And give it to me, baby girl. Don’t keep a guy waiting!”

All three of you burst into laughter at Benny’s words, and you and Frankie both leaned forward and covered Benny’s skin with kisses wherever you could reach. As he did so, Frankie wrapped a hand around Benny's cock and pumped it lazily as he started to push himself in. Not wanting to move too harshly at first, he forced himself to take it slow, groaning as he felt Benny’s tightness engulf him inch by slow inch.

You watched with awe as Frankie’s cock disappeared inside Benny. Mesmirized, you wondered if this was how they felt when the other watched them fuck you. But, Benny's loud moan broke you of that trance, and a rush of wetness went right to your cunt.

“Fuck,” you breathed as your eyes trailed all over each of your boy’s figures. As they connected together, you felt your heart pound in your chest as it swelled with emotions. Neither of them noticed the way you watched them for several moments, both lost in the feeling of the other.

Frankie was the first to open his eyes, and his soft smile made you melt. He murmured your name before he turned his attention to Benny, “You ok there, Ben?”

“Never fuckin’ better,” Benny huffed, his eyes slowly blinking open as he adjusted to Frankie’s cock, “Shit man you’re even bigger than I thought!”

That made Frankie chuckle softly as he looked down in embarrassment.

Benny turned his gaze to you, “Alright babe,” he grabbed your thighs, “Come on,” his tone dropped as he guided your hips to his face.

“You know your signal if you need it, right?” Frankie turned serious for a moment.

“I know,” Benny said before he tapped your thigh three times.

“Good boy,” you purred.

Benny’s cock twitch, “Shit call me that again and I’ll do anything you fuckin’ want me to,” he laughed before he yanked your body down onto his face.

The scream you let out echoed in the room when your pussy made contact with Benny’s lips. He wasted no time in licking and sucking your folds, eagerly devouring you. While still mindful of his boyfriend’s cock inside him, Benny bucked his hips in a silent plea for Frankie to move.

“Fuck you both are so hot,” Frankie breathed before he slowly thrust his hips into Benny.

All you could do was moan as you lost yourself in the bliss that was Benny’s tongue. You rocked your hips unconsciously, dragging your pussy along his face. His grip on your hips tightened as he moaned into you, feeling both your warmth on his face and Frankie’s cock deep inside him.

You leaned forward, losing the strength to keep yourself up, and collapsed into Frankie’s shoulder. He leaned into you, supporting you as best he could while his hands stayed on Benny while he rocked into him over and over again.

“Fuck you’re both so beautiful,” Frankie murmured as he picked up his pace. His own groans were drowned out by your cries, and faintly he could hear Benny’s muffled sounds while his lips stayed on your cunt.

“Frankie,” you moaned as you placed one hand on his chest and one on Benny’s. Feeling both their heartbeats under your hands, it sent a pulse through your veins. At the same time, Benny’s tongue hit your clit at the perfect spot and you let out an even louder cry.

“That’s it baby,” Frankie cooed as he tightened his grip on Benny’s cock, pumping him harder as he thrust into him even faster, “My babes,” he stuttered as heat ran through his veins.

Benny let out a muffled cry as his hips bucked under Frankie’s touch. As Frankie fucked him harder, his body quickly warmed and his skin tingled as he felt his orgasm quickly approach. But, he lacked the ability to warn either of you since he wasn’t willing to break away from your pussy for even a second. The mix of your taste and Frankie’s cock was intoxicating and it quickly sent him spiraling over the edge.

Without warning, Benny groaned loudly, reverberating in your body as he came hard. You moaned and a shiver ran up your spine as you watched Benny’s cock burst, splashing you both with his cum. Frankie growled with satisfaction as he watched the display, pumping him harder, determined to pull every ounce of climax from his body. He thrust his hips faster, hitting spots deep within Benny as his own cock pulsed with need. 

Frankie pushed himself as deep as he possibly could inside Benny, causing both men to groan loudly. Benny’s cock twitched in his hand as he gushed once more. You let out a low whine as you watched Benny fall apart underneath you.

“Fuck that was so hot,” you breathed as you momentarily forgot about his lips on your cunt.

Keeping himself still, Frankie let out a heavy exhale before meeting your gaze, “Your turn, baby,” he rumbled in a low voice.

Benny heard his boyfriend’s words and took it as his queue to resume his attack on your pussy. He groaned into you as he licked and sucked even harder, savoring the loud scream you let out. Frankie let go of Benny to wrap his arms around you, holding you close while Benny devoured you.

You rocked your hips back and forth along Benny’s nose and tongue, “Fuck!” you screamed as you felt your body trembled in both your boy’s grips. Benny’s hands dug into your flesh hard, pinning you in place over his head so he could hit your clit with precision.

“That’s our girl,” Frankie purred for both of them as you let out a scream.

Tears filled your eyes as you completely fell into Frankie’s embrace as you came hard on Benny’s tongue. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your orgasm on Benny’s face. Just like how Frankie kept going with him, Benny never let up while you quirted right onto his face, soaking him.

Watching both his partners lose themselves in pure bliss did something to Frankie. As you came on Benny’s face, he rutted his hips into him until his own orgasm hit as well. While you still were coming down from your high, the aftershocks pulsing through your system, Frankie came with a low groan. He filled Benny to the brim as he pushed himself into both your bodies, desperate to feel as much of both of you as he possibly could. 

Benny whimpered underneath you as he flopped his limbs down flat, collapsing completely. You gasped as his lips broke from your pussy for the first time, and you almost fell forward if it weren’t for Frankie there to keep you up. Knowing he had to take care of both of you, Frankie held you close while he carefully and slowly pulled out of Benny.

“Shit,” Benny breathed as he let out a gasp of his own.

“Hang on Ben,” Frankie murmured as he pulled you with him and gently laid you down next to Benny.

You sighed contently as you wrapped yourself into Benny’s open arms, and then into Frankie’s as well when he crashed down on the other side of Benny and held you both as close as he could.

“We all good?” Frankie asked in a raspy voice.

“Fuckin’ better than good,” Benny laughed.

“Fucking amazing,” you added with a giggle of your own.

Together, the three of you laid like that for some time. None of you were bothered by the mess you all made, at least not yet. No, laying together wrapped in each other’s arms, legs all tangled together was all you needed for now. And everything was perfect.

[gffa]

This is a long rant and I apologise if this comes off as too much 😅 I just want to let you know that I'm SO GLAD you're part of the star wars fandom. You're one of the few reasons my interest in this franchise has survived despite the toxicness that it has seeped into everything the past few years. Yes, star wars fandom has always been pretty much a mess but I feel like these days it's somehow gotten even worse. And there isn't even anything coming out that could distract everyone from the constant drama.

Your blog and your posts about the books are always a breath of fresh air in all this. I really appreciate that you take time to make all these long canon references and share them with us. And that you actually engage with canon content! For some reason that seems to be a tall order for most 'fans' these days.

It's exhausting seeing the ice cold takes about the jedi be repeated over and over again by people who seem to have barely even watched the films, let alone read the random book they're referencing to show how the jedi are So Evil and failed poor anakin by Forcing him to let go of his Attachments so they definitely deserved to all get massacred down to the last child!!! And if you push back by citing literally anything canonical to show how ridiculous their takes are they reference a random obscure legends novel (that they are often twisting and also usually haven't even read) And if you point out that, no, Legends isn't canon (and never has been) and we could discuss it as its own separate thing instead of dragging it into canon discussions, they completely flip and say they don't care and to stop taking star wars so seriously 🙄 ( u can probably tell I've had some pretty frustrating fandom arguments recently lol)

It does feel like groundhog day sometimes with the same arguments being repeated over and over again to villainize the jedi while absolving the genocidal mass enslaving space fascists that are Very Clearly the Bad Guys. And it feels pretty much deliberate at this point when people misunderstand star wars' canon definition of attachment and project all their issues in their own lives with their christian upbringing onto the space monks... This has only been exacerbated by people like Headland jumping onto the franchise and doing this with fuckass disney's approval, so now the racist anti jedi youtubers have started attacking this new anti jedi show so if I defend the jedi I get lumped in with them *sigh*

Anyway, I just listened to Padawan's Pride because of your posts and it was fun and a much needed palate cleanser for me after the months of anti jedi takes. I also started reading your jedi citations project and it's gotten me back into reading some other of my favorite jedi fics and maybe writing some of my own. So tldr; Thank You!

Oh, anon, I hear you and I went through a lot of similar feelings over the last few months. In between a lot of IRL stuff coming up and the fandom getting incredibly weird about Jedi fans (soooo much projection going on that it started getting unsettling sometimes) and the same old constant beratement on my posts, I was thinking that I was just too tired to deal with any of it.

It did get hard some days because it felt like no matter how hard I tried to be friendly and make a point to say that everyone needed to be allowed their space whether we agreed or not, that I would still get words put in my mouth or my posts misinterpreted or accused of trying to shut down other people's conversations, when I've never even interacted with that person, I've never reblogged anything from them, never talked about them, just made my own posts about the Jedi on my own blog.

That aspect of how, if we write posts that cite Lucas quotes or moments from the movies and shows, we're taking things too seriously (or the super weird one of how we're trying to "force" people to have to take Lucas' commentary as a holy grail or whatever), then we're taking it too seriously is SO REAL, I have been through that SO MUCH. And it's like, no! Nobody has to take authorial intention into consideration! But if you're going to say that I ~missed the point~ of what Lucas intended with the movies, I'm going to break out the Lucas quotes to show that, no, I didn't miss the point. You're still not obligated to agree, but the point is that I'm not coming out of nowhere with my views and deriding me as not a ~true fan~ or whatever is asshole behavior.

And it's hard to have that groundhogs day feeling, especially because you don't necessarily want to spend that time getting into arguments with people--they are allowed their own space, if they want it! But if they're coming into our space, then yes we get to respond with an essay if we like. (And, hey, some of us genuinely like writing essays, it's satisfying!) But I've found the best mindset for me to have when arguing is: I'm not going to convince this person in front of me and that's fine, they're not going to convince me, either. But there are other people watching this discussion and they are seeing which one of us is being a pill and which one of us looks kinda fun to hang out with.

Which is my way of winding around to what I really want to say--I'm so glad that I can help you want to have fun in this corner of fandom! There's always going to be times to respond with sharp edges to Jedi-critical stuff (especially when it starts dipping into the racist, xenophobic, bigoted nonsense)(not all of Jedi criticism is this, but it does happen all too often), I don't blame Jedi fans for having their nerves scraped raw by people feeling absolutely free to treat our posts like public property instead of them coming into someone else's lane to make a mess. (I've met some very nice Jedi critical people, this isn't about them, this is about the assholes.)

But is it really worth being in a fandom where that's all we do anymore? We can't avoid the negativity, we can't avoid people being assholes to us, but we can work on making the content we want to see at the end of a long day when we get home and log onto the computer and want to see something that makes us feel joyful.

I hope I'm doing my part to make it fun to stick around the fandom, to want to read some of the books or some of the fic, I love the artists who are drawing the cutest Jedi art, I love the fic writers who are writing great Jedi-positive stories, I love people who make silly shitposts about how funny the Jedi fan be, I love people who cry over the deaths of their favorite Jedi, they help make the fandom worthwhile.

It really does make a huge difference, I think! Whenever I need that same palette cleanser, I just take a week or so to push aside all discourse (don't even go look), just pick up some of my favorite Jedi fics, just go looking for some of my favorite Jedi art, reread "Padawan" or "Padawan's Pride" or "Obi-Wan & Anakin" or "The Living Force" or "Dark Rendezvous" and just spend time thinking about the things I love about the Jedi in canon, thinking up headcanons about lineages or nerdy Jedi philosophy arguments or adrenaline junkies, and it helps create the space I want to be in.

Hearing that I can help you with that is a huge boost as well--I hope you know that it helps me in return to know that we can help build something together here in our corner of the Star Wars internet. We're in this together and we can cheer each other up with cute content and I am getting out the pom-poms for you to have fun with that fic! <3

[melverie]

Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

[seriouslysnape]

The Noise and the Silence

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Tags: Angst. Depression. Grief. 

A/N: Okay soooo I typically don’t do this, and I try not to...but this is a one-shot from my Hannibal Lecter blog (I am INSANE, I know) that I have remastered for this blog. Here is the original work. It’s quite literally the same thing...but I thought that this idea would fit so well for Severus. Please do not roast me.

Word Count: 2.9k

“I just....I just don’t know what to do.”

The pounding in your ears hadn’t stopped for weeks. The constant, repeated thud of your heartbeat playing in your head had been relentless. It was a loud drum, and if you sat unoccupied for too long, you would catch yourself beginning to count each thump. Oddly enough, there was another sound that seemed to be in competition with the steady booming of every rush of blood to your head. 

It was the loudest of sounds, and a noise that you did not welcome with open arms. It was a silence so loud that it was close to painful. The ring of utter nothingness was beating away at your mind space to the point of near insanity. It seemed that had been your world for the last several weeks. It was either boisterous chatter, or complete emptiness.

To be honest, you weren’t quite sure which one you preferred. 

Today was a silence day. The moment that your eyes had opened from your night of restless sleep, you knew what kind of day it was going to be. The silence days were different from the loud days. The silence days were slower, and they were much hazier than the loud ones. Silence days meant you were functioning on autopilot.

Everything that you did was purely muscle memory and basic functions that your brain had signaled every day of your entire life. There were no out of the ordinary or special tasks to switch up your day-to-day life. Silence days meant existing, but just barely.

The few words that you spoke on these kinds of days were hardly even comprehensible to your own self. The little conversations that you were able to have with others was forgotten and lost just as quickly as it was had. It disappeared into the fog that clouded your consciousness. It was drowned by the sea of anguish that flooded your veins.

The loud days were different. Your awareness level was a tad higher, your conscious just a bit clearer. There was some variety in these kinds of days. This meant getting up early and spending the entirety of the day running errands and completing a list of missions to check off your to do list. Many of these tasks were pretty meaningless. Just filler activities to kill time and take up space.

Loud days meant pushing yourself as far as your physical energy would allow. The “go go go” attitude kept you on your feet without rest. As long as you were busy and occupied, then it was a loud day. It usually ended with you crashing at the end of the day with hardly feeling accomplished in any way.

Your world had become so quiet, yet so roaring. Your life was categorized as feeling nothing and feeling everything all at the same time -- and it was a lottery system as to which one you were going to get. 

This wasn’t you.

This was the furthest that you had ever strayed from yourself. You were so distant. You were a shell of yourself.

The person that stood before your loved ones was merely an imposter. A stranger had infiltrated your body and was maneuvering it like a worn out puppet. They had all reached out to you, offering their love and services to assist you in whatever you needed. Some of them had been shocked when you pushed them away, while others were unsurprised. 

You didn’t want the help. You refused it, in fact. So, there wasn’t much else they could do outside of leaving their offer on the table free for you to take. 

Severus was the only one that you had welcomed to stay, but even then the invitation was hardly obvious. It was hard to see the light in front of you when every bit of your had succumbed to darkness. His efforts had been persistent. Again and again he held his arms out to you, and each time you had turned him down.

There was a battle between the noise and the silence, and you were caught in the middle of this tug-of-war. You had been drained of emotional and mental energy long ago. At this point, the opposing sides were fighting over a ghost of a human. Severus had watched you crumble and fall apart in the last several weeks. There was very little spirit and soul to be sought after at this point. At the end of the day, the winner would really have a whole bunch of nothing. 

That was what Severus was most afraid of. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself, but he was worried. He was terrified that you were close to having nothing left to cling onto. He feared that you would have nothing to build yourself back up with. Once you were completely chipped away, there was no coming back -- and that would be the end.

It didn’t help that Severus was a chronic worrier, and anyone who knew him personally knew that he had a tendency to be anxious…particularly when it came to the person he cared about the most. 

But other times, he was pretty cool and collected, which made sense that he had all kinds of things that needed to be kept under wraps. 

But this was a different kind of situation. You were a part of his life that was disconnected from the more secretive parts. You were the light that shined over the darkness, so in a way, he felt like he had a right to be concerned. He knew that you needed time and space. He had given you as much of it as he possibly could’ve without seeming as if he wasn’t there for you. 

In the beginning, he had been there for every initial breakdown, meltdown, and sob fest that you erupted into. Looking back on it, that had been the easy part. He had comforted you as a lover, and guided you through the emotional storm as a man who empathized with you. He stayed up many sleepless nights with you when you couldn’t settle down enough to fall asleep. He soothed every sense of panic and anxiety with ease. 

He had not once taken the curt words and the lack of any kind of affection personally. The distraction of your heart was clear to him, and he knew that your reluctance to offer him any kind of attention was not intentional. 

He wanted to do nothing more than support you through this process. He was there for you at every step of the initial impact, and after a while, he thought that you were getting better. 

He observed you carefully, never once letting himself get too comfortable. The intense emotions ceased, and you began to somewhat return to a day-to-day routine. Suddenly, you weren’t reacting or talking about it at all. Your demeanor had completely shut off from the life that you had around you. It was as if your brain had stopped processing the incident completely. 

And that was when he knew that you were actually getting worse.

He partially blamed himself for your deteriorating state. He had dealt with this sort of mental fragility before. He knew the signs, and he could identify them from personal experience. 

He found himself wondering if there was something that he could’ve done differently. Was there something that he could’ve said that he didn’t already? Had he not utilized enough of his attentiveness and patience? All kinds of questions had crossed his mind, and none of them had been answered.

He knew that dwelling on what he could’ve done then would only get in the way of what he could do now. He had to do something now, or else he feared he’d lose you completely.

****

It was a bitterly cold February night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been an abnormally frosty winter, which was alarming considering that the winters were already very wintery. Despite the frigid temperature, it hadn’t deterred you from taking yourself to the dock of the boathouse by the lake to sit in the open air.

The school had been your safe zone for all these weeks that had gone by, but now it was beginning to feel more like a nest of misery that you had created for yourself. 

The boards were cold underneath you from where you sat. In all honesty, you had hardly even noticed it. A little chill wasn’t going to rattle you enough to matter. 

Your attention was focused on the inky black canvas painted above you. It was dotted and speckled with glittery stars from one end of the horizon to the other…and the water in front of your painted a picture to match. It was the clearest night that you could imagine. There wasn’t a single flaw or imperfection to taint the night sky that you were so infatuated with. In any other time or circumstance, you’d find joy in this scene in front of you. 

But not now. 

You weren’t sure what you were looking for in that sky above you that seemed to be rolling over you. There weren’t any answers to your questions bouncing around up there. In reality though, you really only had one real question. Over the course of your life, you felt as if you had never gotten a good answer to the age-old question of “why?”. It’s the simplest, yet most complex question in the universe of human language. It seemed rare that anyone ever had a satisfying answer for it. 

You hadn’t gotten any real answers or resolutions yet, and tonight was proving to be no different. Just another silence day had come to a fateful end. Nothing had changed. Everything was the exact same.

You exhaled a long breath -- the kind that sank your shoulders to their lowest physical point. The rush of air that escaped from the depths of your lungs was transformed into a white condensed cloud that dispersed into the environment just as fast as it had formed. Sometimes you wished that would happen to you. Exist for a moment, and then vanish into nothing. Nothing lost, and nothing earned.

Your head lowered behind your knees that were bunched against your chest. Just your eyes and the top of your head were visible from the bundle of a shell that you had made for yourself. Your lashes fluttered each time you blinked, and every time that your vision returned upon reopening your eyes, you were met with the same starry sky.

There was a brief commotion from the behind you. The footsteps of a person approached from behind, and they were familiar to your ears that were now cut with sound again. You knew those heavy, slow footfalls anywhere.

An immediate rush of warmth and security flooded your senses when a blanket was wrapped around you securely, covering any exposed skin on your body from the harsh wintery cold around you.

“Darling, it’s freezing tonight,” Severus remarked. “I would hate for you to fall ill.” 

An extra layer of warmth was added when Severus joined you in sitting at the end of the dock. His body heat was much more than yours as his radiated to you through the thickness of the blanket. It was greatly appreciated, because you hadn’t realized how cold you had actually become. 

“I’m okay.” You returned without offering any more of a ticket to a real conversation.

Severus didn’t mind the quiet. In many scenarios, he preferred it. His introverted nature thrived off of it. Silence allowed time for self-reading and understanding, which he was all for. 

However, he didn’t like this silence. This silence wasn’t the good kind. 

His legs were folded under one another rather than planted on the boards. His lanky legs would be too crammed if they were bunched up at his own chest. His hands were clasped together in the open space of his lap, his forearms resting on his thighs as he scanned over the view in front of him.

The landscaping of Hogwarts always looked so depressing during the winter months. But in its own way, it was beautiful. It was typically blanketed with snow and ice, little flurries and snowflakes fluttering from the gray skies. 

His vision didn’t remain on the landscape long, however. His sight eventually diverted to you, which was what he was more interested in.

He saw the way the stars twinkling above reflected off of the glassy sheen over your eyes. Those very same stars above were the ones that he often described as being trapped behind your eyes with the way that they stunned him when he looked into them. It hurt his heart to know that it had been far too long since he had seen those dancing stars in your eyes. He missed that.

He missed you. He wanted you back.

“I know that reminding you of this isn’t necessary…but darling, wishing on a star won’t change what happened.” Severus’ words cut through the still beats that had passed and disappeared into the past. 

His voice wasn’t cruel or unsympathetic. Just the opposite actually. He knew where you were right now, and what you were feeling. 

“I know.” You answered, the hurt dripping off of your words.

The desperation for relief to be delivered to your heart was unlike anything you had ever experienced in your life. It was a pressure in your chest that damn near made it impossible to focus or feel anything else. It was so beyond uncomfortable. It was inescapable no matter what you did to try to get away from it. It had seeped through you and over you to the point where you weren’t even sure who you were anymore. 

How were you supposed to live like that?

“No one in your life, including myself, expects anything from you right now,” He went on once he got the sense that you were warming up to talking. “No one expects you to be okay. It’s a plain statement, but it’s all right if you’re not okay.”

He knew that you weren’t okay. Everybody knew. Severus never wanted to tell you (or anyone for that matter) what you should feel. He knew that you needed to figure it out for yourself. 

Because that’s where real, fruitful healing came from. 

“I feel so confused....amongst other things.” You confessed.

“Understandable. You’re navigating a rather bewildering path.” He encouraged you to keep talking.

He wanted you to get better. He wanted to see you thrive and be the happiest that you could ever be. This was the first time in the weeks that had passed that you sounded like you wanted that too.

“I just....I just don’t know what to do.” You answered with full transparency, a crack sneaking into your sentence as you turned to look at him.

Tears had formed and come forth in your eyes. It hurt him to see it, but in a way it was a relief because he knew that you were feeling something.

“You don’t have to know. It’s more than okay to take each day minute by minute,” He shifted closer, taking a bit of an initiative to wrap his arm around you and pull you into him. “But this? When you keep it to yourself, it only makes it worse and pulls you down with it.”

He was right. You knew it. You weren’t going to get better by not dealing with it at all. Moving on without attempting to patch the wound would only come back to haunt you later. You wanted to do this right. You needed to do this right. 

“I feel too far gone. I don’t know if I can ever feel okay again.” You admitted, double lines of tears streaming your face as they left a stinging chill on your cheeks.

“You can. You absolutely can,” He encouraged, even a little bit desperately. “I know you can.”

That statement brought a sound out of you that Severus had been longing for so dearly. As weak as it was, hearing you laugh brought a firework of joy exploding into his chest.

“You have far too much faith in me.” You joked, and he returned a smile. 

“I have to disagree. I have just the right amount,” He said. “I’m here for you. Just say the word and consider it done.”

“I want to be here for you in whatever way you wish. Just say the word and consider it done.” He said.

Your first request actually surprised him a bit. He had expected you to play shy and turn down his offer or even ask for more advice. Instead, you asked for something much sweeter and much needed.

“Kiss me?” 

And kiss you he did. It was the most uplifting, comforting kiss that he’d ever given you. It spoke a thousand words and pumped him full of more hope with each passing second. You were going to be okay. You’d be happy once again and you’d be stronger than you ever were. He’d be back to throwing flour on you when he cooked meals and chasing after you around his house dripping wet and naked after you stole his towel from the bathroom counter.

Life was going to return to the way it was. He was going to be able to love the  woman that he loved so dearly even harder now. You were going to come back to him. He had all the patience in the world waiting for that. 

Because you were worth everything.

[fallatyourfeet]

Chasing Smiles (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

One Shot

Summary: It's been a really long time since you've seen Tommy's smile, so your hoping a day out together might help you find it.

Written For @runnning-outof-time 's 3K follower celebration Tales From the Flower Garden. Sorry it's taken soooo long K.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: Mostly fluff

A/N: It's been forever since I've written anything and this took a lot of broken sessions to complete (life's been increasingly hectic) so I hope this doesn't feel too disjointed.

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It was hard. Hard for you to see Tommy this way. Fragments were all you got these days. Fragments of the man you reluctantly farewelled to fulfill his duties on the battlefields of France. Like so many others he returned forever changed, weighed down by the heavy shadows that lingered in his head. Shadows that twisted his dreams into nightmares any time he finally found sleep. But at least he returned, for many did not. And for that you were thankful. Because a world without Tommy by your side was a world you couldn’t comprehend. But you missed his smile, his real smile. And that’s what you were in search of today. A few stolen moments together. Hoping it might help him forget his relentless ambitions for just long enough to let that smile emerge.  

The cabin of the car was quiet, the only noise interrupting the silence coming from the engine under the hood. Tommy’s mind had been particularly absent these past few days and you had given up trying to sustain any form of conversation between the two of you. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, and you knew he appreciated the fact you weren’t trying to fill the silence with meaningless chatter.

Taking your attention from the road, you glanced towards him, his gaze moving over the passing paddocks outside his passenger window. It was a glorious spring morning. The sun was soft and golden, spilling gently across the countryside. Bringing to life the remaining drops of dew left behind by the cool night air. Pasture after pasture adorned with countless liquid filled jewels. It was a beautiful sight, such a stark difference to the dull grey streets of Small Heath and you hoped Tommy was taking it all in.

With a gentle sigh, he turned to face you, his eyes brushing over your hands upon the steering wheel before settling on your face. He smiled softly, though it barely touched his lips, “So are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

After a few short moments you replied with a shake of your head, “You’ll find out soon enough, we’re nearly there.” Deciding you were being a little too cryptic, you elaborated, but only a little, “It’s somewhere my nan used to bring me as a child, I snuck up here yesterday just to make sure it was going to be worth it.”

It was a poor effort at being less cryptic. Tommy’s brows furrowed at your reply, but his intrigue peaked. You had told him many stories about your grandmother and all the fond memories you had of her, but he couldn’t recall a single story that would bring him here, an hour’s drive out of Birmingham. You could almost see his mind flicking through the catalogue of every conversation the two of you ever had, his expression was perplexed and utterly adorable, and you responded with an amused smile. Lifting a hand from the steering wheel, you pointed up ahead to a small country laneway, bordered on each side by a row of beautiful oaks, “It’s less than a minute’s drive down that laneway.”

Answering with a little nod, Tommy shifted in his seat, for the most part content that his growing impatience only needed to endure for a few more minutes. Turning down the old gravel road, the sun was all but hidden behind a thick canopy of oak leaves, the new spring growth was so full and lush allowing only scattered ribbons of light to stream through, stealing Tommy’s attention just long enough for you to notice. Giving you hope that just maybe this day wouldn’t be completely lost on him.

Reaching the end of the laneway, you let the tires roll to a stop and set the parking brake. Exiting the car, you waited for Tommy to come around and meet you, before slipping your hand in his. With a gentle tug he pulled you to his side and slipped his arm around your back, “Now why have you brought me here? It’s a track that leads nowhere.” Looking towards the gate blocking the road, he gestured to the sign attached, “It’s Private Property.”

You began walking backwards, pulling Tommy with you as you went, your expression playful and teasing, “I’ve known you for a long time now Tommy. Since when have you ever followed the rules?”

Dropping his hand, you hitched up your dress and began climbing the gate, leaving Tommy standing there, eyes wide and forehead creased, his voice baring a hint of amusement, “And since when did you break them?”

Jumping to the ground, you spun around and shrugged your shoulders, your features innocent but your words suggesting otherwise. “Maybe I’m not the good girl you think I am Tommy.”

Tommy smirked, and before you knew it, he was hitching a leg over the gate and landing on the ground beside you, his arms enclosing you against the fence. Moving his lips just an inch from yours, he replied, “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve never fooled me.”

Hovering there a moment, his lips threatened an enticing kiss, but before he could close the distance, you smiled wickedly and ducked under his arm to run away, thankful you had decided to wear your flats. And you knew exactly where you were running to. Moving only fast enough to keep ahead of Tommy’s quickening strides, you came to a stop just a few steps before the gentle decent down the familiar hillside of your childhood.

Once again, you found yourself spinning around, this time giggling like a carefree child. And Tommy was soaking up the sight of your joy. He was almost close enough to reach out and touch you now, and that was when he finally took his eyes from you and caught sight of the very thing you brought him here to see.

Stopping just shy of your reach, he staggered, a visible intake of air passing through his chest. Tommy’s gaze moved with wonder around the gentle hillside behind you, and across the entirety of the valley below. Never had he seen anything like it. Wildflowers. More wildflowers than he could comprehend. Thousands upon thousands… hundreds of thousands maybe, in all the colours of the rainbow. All of them dancing under the light spring breeze, like the gentle swell of an ocean. He was almost at a loss for words.

Stepping forward, Tommy enveloped you in his arms, never once taking his eyes from the landscape. Placing a chin to your head, he squeezed you, “So, the saying is true then.”

Resting your ear to his chest, you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart for a silent moment before asking him to elaborate.

Cradling the nape of your neck, his fingertips gently lost themselves in your hair, “April showers bring May flowers.”

A string of warm memories flooded your thoughts, closing your eyes a moment you savoured them before looking up to him, the warmth of those memories evident in every one of your features, “My nan used to say that all the time.”

“I know. I remember.” Kissing the top of your head, he adjusted you in his arms so he could see you better, “But tell me… why are you only bringing me here now?” Taking another glance around, he continued. “This place is stunning.”

You nodded in agreeance, “It really is.” A flicker of impatience touched Tommy’s face when you failed to answer his question and you took a little too much joy from it. The sight of it triggering your playful side. You really were feeling a tiny bit wicked today. When his impatience was just about to get the better of him, you moved his hands to rest loosely against your waist, leaving yours placed gently upon his chest, your face as serious as you could possibly make it. “It’s a very special place to me… so I usually only share it with the people I love the most… but I decided to make an exception today and bring you.” Taking a step back from him, you waved your hands flippantly in the air, “I mean, I’ve brought my other boyfriend here loads of times.”

Tommy rested his hands on his hips, his face flooding with an expression you knew very well, an expression that had been missing for far too long, the sight of it lighting up your heart. Clearing his throat you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Oh really… So where is he today, couldn’t he make it?”

Shaking your head, you frowned, wiping away a single fake tear, “It’s quite sad, really. He told me he doesn’t love me anymore, that he’s found someone else. All this time he’s been seeing another woman behind my back. Can you believe it?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, “The gall of him.”

Taking a couple of steps back, you threw your hands on your hips, “I know right?” Sighing deeply, you gently kicked your foot across the grass taking another step back towards the flowers, “Hmmmm, I’m really going to miss him… His skills between the sheets were.” (You made a chef’s kiss gesture)

Tommy burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it, but he was done with your teasing. Lunging forward, he reached out to grab you, yet somehow you managed to slip from his grip, leaving him standing alone at the top of the hill, your beautiful spring dress billowing as you ran through the mass of wildflowers. And it wasn’t long before he took chase. Not that you were going to make it hard for him to catch you.

Slowing down, you spun around to face him, his arms reaching around your waist, pulling you tight. Then down he went, taking you with him, conveniently and expertly spinning you around to land beneath him, the weight of his body pinning you pleasingly against the ground, still laughing. It filled the space around you. Warmed your very core. But that smile. That glorious smile. Here it was, staring right at you, just inches from your face. Not a memory. Not imagined. But real. And it was just for you.

Using the gentle fall of the hill to your advantage, you flipped him over. Setting your legs snuggly around his hips and seized his jacket lapels, holding him a willing hostage beneath you. Then leaning down, you hovered invitingly above him, speaking through the gentle laughter still present upon your lips. “Mister Thomas Shelby… Am I imagining it, or did I just make you smile?”

[formulapookie]

sooo I noticed while re organizing my blog I never posted my first ever rosquez fic on here soooo

UNDER THE CUT FOR SOME SHAMELESS PRE DIVORCE ROSQUEZ SMUT (and here for Ao3)

You bring sin into my mind rosquez, 3.6k words

Vale had never been more grateful to a club for having red neon lights. He could watch for how long he pleased and no one could’ve guessed it. Red shadows running around his rival's body, following the lines of his abs, his pecs and arms, surrounding him and almost putting him in a different dimension in space-time.

He blamed it on the ungodly amount of tequila and vodka he consumed, the desire he felt for the younger guy, because as he always swore up and down, he was straight. And he could only do as much as watch, because he knew that Marc was as straight if not more than him.

But watching him dance around in sharp red lights, shirtless and sweaty made something move in Vale’s heart, and not just there, because by now he couldn’t deny anymore the fact he had been having a hard on for the past twenty minutes he spent looking at the spaniard.

He tried to get up to drink, but in that moment Marc decided to grab the fucking pole and twirl and dance around it. He was just grinding against it, crotch meeting the cold metal and moving up and down, he got as far as licking the dancing pole, starting low and working his way up.

By that time Vale was just frozen, unable to move, eyes glued to a 21 years old boy who just didn’t give a fuck if he raced dangerously on track, and just wanted the adrenaline.

And Marc noticed that Vale stared at him, it was the only reason he chose to dance around the pole in the first place. He was drunk, high, and in need of a fuck.

And even if he was straight he couldn’t deny that the older man was attractive as fuck. He noticed his eyes lingering on his body, so he went for more. He hooked his thumb under the hem of his shorts and slowly pushed them as low as they got, revealing his v line and sliding down the pole watching Vale in the eyes

The two shared a stare which could have only been described by others as straight up pornographic, but luckily for them, everyone was as intoxicated as them, so it was no surprise when a guy came up to Marc and passed him a packet with white powder in it.

He grabbed it and looked at Vale, signalling him to go sit on the nearby couch.

He did it, and Marc almost crawled to reach it, then finally spoke. “Wanna do a few lines? As the winner I really want to get wasted” “You won just because I had tyres problems bambino, don’t think you’ll keep on doing it” “Didn’t answer my question Vale, wanna do lines?” “Ok, but- ” he was cut off by the younger “like Dani and Jorge did tho, in Portimao” Vale couldn’t believe the audacity of the boy, asking to just casually remove his shirt and sniff cocaine from each other's abs. But it sounded so fucking hot and he couldn’t deny anything more to himself. “Fine, but I go first, I’m the best here, don’t you forget I’ve got nine titles and you three Marc” “As you wish, we both know I'm gonna beat that record”. The smug grin that always accompanied him didn’t fail to appear this time too. this time as he laid down on the couch and passed the packet to Vale.

“It’s like two lines each, don’t be greedy” Marc said as the older one poured half the powder on his abs. “Stay still, I don’t want it to go to waste” Vale carefully structured the lines, then snorted the first one and without even pausing he immediately did the same with the second one. As he finished the second he ended up mere centimetres from Marc’s face, but even if his dick tried to think in his place he kept composure and nudged the boy to change places.

Marc was more aggressive, as he was in racing, barely giving Vale time to remove his shirt, cause he was already starting the first line. He stopped in between the twos, gazed deeply at the once blue eyes of Valentino, who were now just pools of lust and did it again.

Vale’s sight was something so sinful even hell would have rejected it, the shirtless boy reflecting the red lights surrounding them, the tension between them growing so heavy it felt like there was a whole other person between them.

“You liked watching me dance Vale? Yo pienso que si, it’s not like you can hide this any longer you know?” As Marc spoke he trailed his fingers along the zipper of vale’s jeans, slowly getting closer to the Italian’s face

“Your fault for moving like a slut around that pole bambino” “Oh come on stop calling me like that, I’m 21, and besides you seem rather interested in what I have to offer” It was true, Marc was indeed 21 but that didn’t change the fact Vale was 36, and that should mean he was more mature, controlled and capable of thinking.

But in that moment, cocaine and alcohol flowing around in his system, and Marc looking at him like he was a candy and he was a starving child at fair he gave up every last thought that held him back and just grabbed Marc by the back of his neck, smashing lips together.

Marc didn’t waste time in climbing on his lap, his hands settling on the others shoulders to balance himself and dicks touching through the fabric.

That inevitably meant he moaned out loud, and the sound he made was so close to being straight out of a porn video that Vale debated whether or not he just dreamt it, but he did it again, this time when Vale pulled on his hair to signal him to separate

“You moan like a slut” “You like it? If you want to hear it again just say so” Once again the audacity this boy had, to just say things like that in a club when making out with him.

But Vale found that audacity extremely hot and attractive, so he pulled his hair another time, resulting in Marc moaning again. “You moan like a slut when I pull your hair, do you like being manhandled like this? Because I thought you liked to be the one in control, didn’t you?”

Marc was quiet for a moment, but being the cocky bastard he was he headed for another shot “I like being in control when I’m on my bike, but right now I can give up that control to whoever wants it, whether it’s you or the very handsome girl who’s watching us or even Jorge who, if you haven’t noticed, has been drooling after me since I began dancing around the pole. It’s a race Vale, for who can claim me faster”

Suddenly Vale felt jealous. Jealous of every person who put their eyes on him, on his body, of every person who thought about having him for the night.

Maybe he wasn’t so straight after all, and maybe those “stomach aches” he had when meeting Marc’s gaze in the paddock were butterflies, and the lust he felt wasn’t due to cocaine and booze but due to the fact he reprimed himself for so long he bursted now.

And maybe Marc was thinking the same thing, eyes locked in a deep and sensual game of who would budge first: the veteran champion or the unruly new champion.

It was Vale who gave up on trying to resist, placing a hand on the young boy’s hip and pulling him closer, never letting go of his hair tho, because he wanted to hear him moan so fucking bad.

They began making out again, this time even more heatedly, touching each other even more, ears ringing and bodies seemingly fusing together.

Marc distanced himself first, moving his mouth close to Valentino’s ear, and whispered “Shall we go to mine or yours? Or shall we forget anyone’s here and fuck on this couch?”

Even if the last offer sounded absolutely amazing Vale still had a bit of dignity, and knew that fucking in the open like that wasn’t the best choice there was, so he hinted to go to his place, and they were out the club in a second.

The whole ride to the hotel was a blur, neither of them felt like driving, so they grabbed a taxi and headed to it.

The only thing both of them could remember was the touching, hands and mouths everywhere, more intoxicating than the drugs they consumed at the club. And the impatience they felt for one another’s body to be completely fused to their own.

Yeah, definitely not straight thoughts.

When they finally arrived at the hotel and tipped the driver they didn’t waste a single second, and rushed to the elevator without a care for whoever could be in the lobby and would witness them running very obviously to a room.

As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors were closed they were onto each other, Marc pinned in a corner with one of Vale’s knees between his legs, brushing lightly on his cock, who got harder every passing second.

The elevator stopped at the third floor and the two men walked out of it attached by the lips, stumbling their way down to Valentino’s room.

He managed to open the door after a few tries and finally they got in.

“Fuck me until I forget my name Vale” The older man pinned the boy to the wall with one hand, looking him up and down as if he was a treat before palming his cock through the fabric of his jeans.

The height difference between the two felt almost crushing to Marc, who had to look up just to find two deep blue eyes staring at his soul and waiting to mark him as his

“You have no idea what you do to me Marc” after he finished the sentence he started to kiss the boy again, this time sliding a hand inside the jeans and directly feeling the wet patch forming on his boxers

“V-Vale please” Marc started to moan again, those moans who made Valentino crazy and hungry for more, egotistically wishing no one before him heard them and that nobody will in the future

The man picked up the younger boy from where he was staying and rushed them to the bed, where he almost threw him on it, barely giving him time to register where he was now and immediately pinning him down and making out with him.

while he pinned Marc with one hand the other went to work with the jeans buckle, undoing it in a matter of seconds along with the zipper. He was pretty fast in yanking off the pants too, leaving Marc with just a pair of grey boxers on and lust covering him whole. Marc somehow managed to free one of his hands and open Vale’s jeans while also actively trying not to die while realising what they were actually about to do.

“Have you ever? with a guy you know?” asked Marc out of the blue, and Vale just nodded, wondering how the fuck did he manage to think for all this time he was straight. His attention was quickly redirected towards Marc tho, who started moving his hands towards Valentino’s cock and making him groan softly.

“I don’t care for foreplay Marquez, I just want to fuck you into oblivion” side effect of cocaine noted, you’ll tend to say the truth with absolutely zero filters The blush on the younger boy’s face grew, and by some god given strength he managed to remove his other hand from Vale’s grip too, switching position and ending on top of the Italian, cocks brushing through boxers and want submerging them both.

“I won but I don’t like staying still Vale, I wanna ride you until I can’t think of anything that’s not you, your hands, your lips or your body” again, unfiltered truth.

Vale felt like if they weren’t in such a peculiar situation Marc could’ve been a poet, but right now he was going to be the death of him, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

“Then get to work bimbo, lube is in the second drawer, take it for me ok?” Marc reacted faster than he did that day on track, quickly passing the bottle to the older man, who smirked.

“Lie down Marc, and spread your legs, fai il bravo per me mh?” Jesus mother fucking Christ, Valentino had practically little to no regard towards his mental stability, calling him like that knowing the worship level of respect Marc felt made him short circuit briefly, until he started feeling a finger pressing lightly against his ass, circling around his rim. He hadn’t even noticed his boxers being taken off.

“Marc if this is your first time we can just jerk off or give each other a bl-” “No Vale, is not my first and even if it was i wouldn’t want anything different than you inside me”

He barely got to finish talking before starting to whimper because Vale started actually teasing his hole, pressing his finger more and more inside of Marc.

God if his moans made Vale go nuts these little sounds made him go absolutely batshit insane. The overwhelming feeling of being capable of reducing a person to this was amazing, even more so if said person was your rival. But aside from that it made him certain he was enjoying what he was doing.

Marc’s hand moved to cover his mouth, but there was no way in heaven or hell Vale would’ve let that happen, not after finding out how he sounded like. “You’re going to let me hear you got it? If you behave and sound like a slut let me hear it at least” At that point Marc was as red as the neons at the club, hot and horny and incapable of thinking straight “What is it Marc? Are you shy? You were the one who proposed we fucked at the club with our friends watching” “I didn’t- I didn’t seriously mean that! i just wanted to get you riled up so we could get out of there faster” “All your cockiness died down as soon as I touched you, guess we found out how to break Marc Marquez, didn’t we?”

Marc was at a loss for words, and while he was about to reply he felt Vale finally pushing a finger inside him, making him whine and grip the sheets with both hands.

Eyes closed shut, sweat dripping from his chest and teeth biting his bottom lip, Marc truly looked like a masterpiece in that moment, and Vale made sure he knew, whispering it in his ear, while simultaneously adding a second finger and pushing further in.

Given their height difference, Vale naturally had slimmer and longer fingers, which could reach Marc’s perfect spot better and faster, so it was non surprise when the boy started moaning again like a porn star falling into a desperate sequence of “vale” and “god”, words which by being sai one after the other inflated the already enormous ego of the older man.

By the time Vale had used a third finger too (which was embarrassingly little) Marc looked ready to burst, but he had made a promise, and he wanted to respect it.

“Vale- oh my- Vale I’m ready I want to ride you” The man slowly bottomed out, purposefully to make the boy whine and hear his amazing sounds. “Be my guest” he said and parted his legs a bit, making Marc crawl to him and climb onto his lap.

His boxers were long gone, precum leaking and dick hard as a rock waiting for the boy to relieve his pain.

It was only at that moment that Marc actually realised Valentino’s size. “Like what you see Marc?” Vale said, grabbing him by the hips and moving him closer. “I’m not going to hurt you I swear, you can take your time”

Marc leaned in and pressed his lips on Vale’s, slowly pushing his tongue past the other’s teeth and making out with him. “No Vale you got it all wrong, you’re gonna fucking split me open and I’m gonna enjoy it as if it’s a championship”

“You’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like this” “Good, then it’ll be easier for me to crush your record” They both grin before finally Vale moved his dick to align it to Marc’s hole. Marc began painfully slowly to sink onto his rival’s cock, whimpering after every inch had gone in.

“Porca puttana Marc, when did you- aah- when did you last do this? You’re so fucking thight” There was a moment of incertitude in Marc’s brain, but then he remembered Vale’s jealous eyes in the club, and as he reached the base of the man’s cock he spoke up

“With Jorge, one year ago in my rookie season, he was so damn good I still remember the feeling” He knew he had gotten the reaction he wanted when he felt Vale’s grip on his hips tighten and his eyes becoming even darker and hungry.

“Are you jealous Vale? Wanted me to be your exclusive toy?” he said looking him in the eyes “Tell you what, if you make me see stars I’ll be yours whenever you want me, only yours” he whispered, leaning in his ear.

And vale was just a man after all, and having this barely legal twink telling him he could be his fucking property if he fucked him well enough certainly did something to him. who lifted Marc almost entirely from his lap before pushing him back down, drawing the most pornographic and intense moan Marc had ever produced.

“Joder Vale, so big fuck I want to ride you so bad” “Then move Marc, I want to see you desperate for me”

And the younger boy took that quite literally, beginning to move up and down the man’s dick like a madman, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, feeling Vale’s cock brushing his prostate every fucking time.

After some minutes his legs started giving out, trembling with tiredness. “You’re not resting until you cum Marc, capito?” said Vale, moving one of his hands on his hips, and staring at the boy with a mischievous look. “Y-yes Vale fuck I feel so full Vale God you are big” “proud to hear I’m still your God'' Vale answered, a cocky smile adorning his face.

Marc lasted a few more movements before resting his head on Valentino’s shoulder and moaning out loud while coming all over the older guy’s abs, painting him white.

“Vale” and “more” were the only words he was able to pronounce by that point, and Vale smirked like a fucking villain while telling the hero his evil plan.

“I’m gonna fuck you again, but this time I am the one moving alright? Be good and take me, ok ragazzino?”

He flipped Marc’s body like he weighed nothing, lifting his hips up so that his ass was in the air. “perfetto” he whispered, hands moving all over the boy’s ass.

Vale quickly moved and aligned himself with Marc once again, pushing slowly but relentlessly his dick inside the poor boy who didn’t have words left except for the man's name.

An infinite string of “vale” echoed in the room, as he started pounding him faster and harder, enjoying the sounds the boy produced.

“You know you sound absolutely perfect right now, yes? all il takes to you to be good and respect me is fucking you dumb isn’t it? guess I’ll have to do it more to remind you”

“yes please Vale” was the only coherent sentence he uttered, followed by more moans and pathetic little sounds.

Vale was getting closer to his release, and he desperately wanted to mark the boy somehow, to leave trace of his passage, to claim him as he did with trophies.

His hand traveled from Marc’s hip to his throat, squeezing lightly and pulling him against Vale’s naked torso, fusing them together.

“I want you to be only mine Marc, no Dani or Jorge or whoever the fuck will appear on this grid. Mine. No one else’s” “Yes please, I want to be yours Vale”

Vale tightened his grip on the boy’s throat, then got closer to his ear “You should see yourself right now Marc, so flustered and desperate for me, what would your friends at Honda think huh? Seeing you getting fucked by someone almost twice your age? Would you feel ashamed? Of course not, you’d be too focused on feeling me fuck you senseless to realize wouldn’t you?”

Marc came again, white liquid staining the sheets underneath them, and Vale was about to too, slipping out of the boy, but Marc stopped him, he whisper-yelled “No Vale inside, I want you to cum inside me”

Was this boy even real? Vale obliged, filling his rival to the brim, groaning deeply as he did.

When he pulled out he could see some of his cum dripping from Marc’s ass, a sight so absurdly beautiful it should be framed.

Marc was about to fall asleep, but Vale, even if truly scumbag and an asshole on track, was actually a gentleman, and he rapidly went to get a warm washcloth and a bottle of water, offering them both to Marc.

“I- you can stay if you want, after all we’ve just fucked like rabbits, it would make no sense for you to just leave, mostly because I can’t pretend this never happened" Marc agreed and nodded, emptying the water bottle and cuddling up against Valentino’s frame, who tightly hugged him until the boy fell asleep, only to follow him soon after and dreaming about the morning after.

[accio-victuuri]

💟 yh family concert vlog cpns & some yibo thoughts…💭💬

thank you to yibo-official for feeding us with some content this weekend. it’s been kinda quiet since friday, so this is a sweet treat for everyone before monday comes in.

( excuse this very extra gif i’m using for this post. lol. i’ve just been obsessed w/ how yibo looks in this. the way he turned his head is so cute. soooo… ☺️ )

YBO is back. or the question is, did they ever leave? lol. ever since that news/rumor came out, together with the lrlg post, I was still 50/50. Because it’s hard to confirm things, especially ones that involve his career and what’s allegedly going on. However with the content that’s being released, from OnO to now, it has the same feel as the original YBO. who knows. I’m just happy, like everyone else, to see this kind of updates from his team.

Yibo is not really one to share much personal stuff anymore on his social media accounts so YBO is so important. Plus the fact that they regularly update their IG too ( remember to interact on their please! ) for us international fans gives them plus points in my book.

It’s also a relief to see the negative comments wind down to being non existent. I truly understand why some fans feel the need to complain, but ybo is not really that place. I personally don’t like the idea of acting like an anti in a space that represents yibo. that could just be me tho.

Anyway, I hope we get more! I wanna see the bts footage they have with BTF & One and Only! I feel like they spoiled us with HB’s 1 hour + BTS footage so we’re all expecting to get the same for BTF & OnO. BTF has some restrictions i guess with what they can share since some filming were done in military sites.

Now I wanna highlight this portion of the vlog, with WYB being in a good mood during the last part of the concert.

This was the part where some people were saying that he looked ‘unhappy’, implying that’s because he didn’t wanna be there / cause there are mostly bxgs who attended. however, this clip, and a lot of the moments on the blog told a different story.

He was obviously not dragged in there — crying and screaming to perform. He was invested with his performance. He looked happy to be with his professional “family”. It’s an example of some fans having their own biased interpretation with this event. I respect those who decided to not attend, it’s their choice and money. But it was really irritating to see them nag and bitch about those who decided to support yibo. Plus it’s their own money. They can spend it however they want.

Funny thing is, those big name accounts who were so vocal about being against Yuehua Ent. & attending — did in fact, attend the concert 😂😂😂 so yeah. It’s an age old story. Don’t believe big name accounts, especially on weibo. These KOLs that “lead” fan opinion can be very shady. At the end of the day, we’re all here to support WYB and his projects in the best way we can. 🙏🏼

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🍫🍦 TIME FOR SOME SUGAR/CPNS !!!! 🍭🧁

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The fact that the video is 8:05 minutes long which is an example of how kadian/numbers are important. Well, not all the time, but the team takes that into consideration. So if you see them pulling a 10:05, that would be very sus 👀

As usual, some editing similarities….

Again, editing similarities, even if there are so many could still be a coincidence but it’s fun to still pay attention.

Also the details in YIBITO. He has the apple watch! I will never get over the fact that this “detail” is being highlighted like this when it is a popular cpn among turtles and we always look for it.

Some also noticed this “….” Which we don’t know the relevance of, but it could be a clue that LRLG is from Bobo’s team. This is unusual for me, cause ellipsis are usually “…” right?

I’m taking it as a galaxy brain cpn 🌌

ZZ also allegedly got off work today at 19:22, and then ybo posts @ 19:36. Yes, WYB has his own team but since we CPN that their staff could overlap — this timing is interesting. Maybe it needed a final sign off from the other boss? 😂😂😂😂

SHOUT OUT TO BOTTLED JOY, cause WYB was seen using some during the bts. He also took one with him in the Thailand roadshow. So i guess it’s safe to say that he has a good relationship with the brand, despite what others feel about them. He wouldn’t be showing off if he wasn’t. I’m looking forward to his renewal with them and what new stuff & campaign will be in place. BXGs will surely be lining up to support.

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