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klttn · 6 months ago

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Ahhhh I'm in love with your writing style, your dainty blog format and your personality 😭🙏🙏 MY soul left my body when I noticed you only have one adam fic.. Could I pls with cherry on top request adam headcanons or a fic (whatever is easier for you) with a constantly sleepy, lethargic gentle sloth-like reader? I just find the alot of energy + no energy dynamic super cute and funny. You can also add nsfw aspects onto it if you'd like! Idm, I just CRAVE to see how you'd write it. (I do this with every writer I hyperfixate on)

𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 adam x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : a soft dive into how much adam loves his sleepy lil girl. spoiler alert. it’s a lot. nsfw. lil bit of smut. somnophilia. lots of praise. soft!adam. mention of murder cause execution day. adam has a god complex.

𝜗𝜚 adam always gives you a kiss before leaving for work in a morning. always. if he ever forgot, work would have to wait, he would be coming straight back to give you one. he just loves the sleepy look on your face and how you wrap yourself up on his side of the bed as soon as he leaves, nuzzling into his scent as if to chase it before it fades.

“so cute,” he’d mutter, planting a soft kiss atop your head, “sleepy girl.” a small yawn slipping past your lips as you clung to his pillow. “i love you baby, i’ll be back later.”

“mm love you too,” you mumbled back, eyes not opening, still half in a sleep sedated state, nuzzling into the pillow in your grasp, letting the feeling take over you once more.

“such a sleepyhead.”

𝜗𝜚 adam loves how sleepy you are, always. running on two hours of sleep or twelve, you’re always soft eyed and needy for cuddles and naps and he loves that it gives him an excuse to baby you at all times, mostly too lethargic to notice the subtle manipulative tone in his voice. able to have you wrapped around his finger and hanging off the praise that he showers you in. no room for arguments if you’re worshipping him like he was god himself.

“you really are just a baby, aren’t you?” he said it so casually like he was asking you how was your day was, eyes elsewhere, attention on something trivial, but he wouldn’t miss the hitch in your breath and the way your eyes would widen at his words.

a confused look waved over your face, head tilting like a puppies and a soft bite of your own lip filled your mouth. “huh?”

subtle smirk rising on adam’s face, his eyes now gracing your presence. “look at you, little girl, just a soft sleepy thing, you’re just a baby! my sleepy little girl.” a blush would creep up your face. “don’t know how you survived before me.” the words like honey to your ears as he moved closer into your space. “that’s why you’re lucky to have me, like a god to protect you so you don’t have to be anything more.”

in theory you shouldn’t like it but he made it taste oh so sweet.

𝜗𝜚 adam loves to shower you with compliments. for anything and everything you do, loves to make it known how cute you turn with the flustered expression on your face when he boasts and excitedly tells you just that. coaxing you out of your blankets n stuffies deserves you being praised after all.

“awh, pretty girl, look so cute in your blankets,” adam cooed, looming over you and peppering your face with soft kisses, energetic and powerful as always. “such a cute babygirl.” his large hands coming to leave gentle tickles to your sides, little giggles erupting from your throat, big grin plastering over your face.

“adam stoppp!!” fidgeting and squeaking and squirming under his touch and gaze. “tickles adam!!” but all he would do is look at you under his lidded eyes and thrive in the absolutely adorable noises and looks on your face.

“so adorable, baby.” he’d smile. “think you can leave this cuddle fest and come give your god some attention?”

a little huff escaped your lips, whining and burying yourself back into the comfort of your blankets “do i haveee to? you could cuddle with me!” a stern look covers adam’s face and the warning look has you melting, crawling into his lap. he didn’t say you had to get up, just that you had to leave your blankets and give him some attention. he can carry you if he wants you elsewhere. “didn’t say i have to get up hmph.”

“how dare i expect you to do such a thing,” his eyes roll and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.

𝜗𝜚 he LOVES to show you off. in front of anyone who will let him. no matter who it was, hellspawn or heaven, everyone knew exactly who you were. adam loves showing you off almost as much as he loves telling everyone about how many sinners he’s killed on execution day. this also came hand in hand with him being very possessive over you though, so as much as he liked boasting about you, if you say the wrong thing about his girl or him, there would be angelic steel pressed up against your throat before you could finish the sentence.

“look at this babe!” he’d pull out his phone, innocent picture of you lit up on the screen. “yeah, this one’s mine, hot as fuck right?” chants of agreements flood back at him, fuelling his ego almost as much as you do, “speaking of the word fuck,” he winks, “this one can.”

that got the crowd cheering, his douche friends intrigued and curious, “yeah, bet she would look pretty with a cock in her mouth.” someone clearly has a death wish to say something like that to the adam.

he borderline growled, they were allowed to think such depraved thoughts only if he let them. only if he brought them up. “oh she does,” he was now in the guys face, making a point, “she looks adorable with my cock in her mouth, her eyes are so beautiful when she’s all sleepy and i’m fucking her throat.” emphasis on the ‘my’ and the ‘i’m’. “even when she sleeps, she’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” the last bit a little too domestic for adam’s usual taste.

lute scoffed, “going soft, sir?” she’d mock, the attention of the others looming over the pair.

“i’m about as soft as my dick is when i fuck her, so be careful with your words, danger tits or i will show you and everyone here, just how hard i can be.” and suddenly everyone stiffened, the innuendo lost out of fear of adam. a ‘sorry, sir,’ ushering out lutes mouth as she backs down as quick as she spoke up.

𝜗𝜚 as soft as adam could be, he was also a perv. a major one. so vulger and loved to do such depraved things to you. you were his little pillow princess and he thrived in the control he had over your body, so pliable and submissive for him. he loved it. you’d match the energy in return, wearing lewd things under your blankets just so when he’d pull them back, he’s be greeted with a sight to make him melt.

“shit, fuck, baby, what’s this?” his laugh borderline sadistic. “naughty girl. so innocent til i’m pulling these-“ he held the blankets in his hands. “-off you and look at the state of you, hard nipples, dripping cunt and that cute little innocent smile looking up at me, you’re just begging to get used, aren’t you?”

a giggle erupted from your lips, “maybe..” you spread your legs, teasing, “just a little.” you felt yourself shrinking at his gaze.

“yeah?” adam’s eyebrows raised, grin now showing his pointed teeth, “such a little tease, babygirl,” him now manhandling you, you letting him do whatever he pleased as he adjusted your pillows under your hips and got you ready for his cock, “fuck you’re really soaking them panties for me.”

needless to say you’d be a stuttering, mumbling mess after. sleepy and clinging to him on the comedown of your high.

𝜗𝜚 calling out for god during sex would he useless because adam already was your god. and he loved it, his god complex would sky rocket, cocky self only growing more so the more you’d shrink and whimper underneath him.

“oh my god, please, please, too much, please!” you begged, whining and soft tears slipping down your cheeks, wriggling and writhing to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck that’s right, baby, i am your god.” adam quipped, the comment only making him fuck you harder.

𝜗𝜚 somnophilia!! having such a cute little sleepyhead as a girlfriend comes with its perks and that perk for adam was getting to fuck that pretty cunt whilst you slept and he was rock hard and horny. it was you that brought it up first, shyly, whispering how cute it would be n how much you wanted to try it. of course, who was adam to turn that down?

your sleeping body was something adam loved to admire, no clothes in the way, just soft skin and adam’s wondering hands -and cock- whilst you slept so peacefully.

he was addicted to the tightness of your pussy as he first slipped in, “fuck, fuck fuck, shit, god, so fucking tight.” curses would spew out of him as he bottomed out.

a soft gasp escaping you, stirring you as his cock pushed deep into your cervix.your eyes began to slip open, blinking a little without thought.

“no, no, baby, go back to sleep, shh, it’s okay, fuck, go back to sleep, little girl.” your hands clinging to the duvet, eyes fluttering shut and squeezing tight, “good girl, gooood girlll, just let me use you, my little sleepyhead.”

𝜗𝜚 adam’s aftercare was incredible. you did have to teach him at first but when he learnt, he was amazing at it. stroking your hair, cleaning you up, putting you to sleep, making sure you were safe, protected. anything you need. he’d be there.

“you did so good for me, baby,” adam shushed, “took me so well, you’re such a good girl.” your eyes glassy as he spoke, so deep and lost, you couldn’t help but stare up at him all doe eyed. “gonna take care of you, yeah? clean you up and get you in bed, that okay, sleepyhead?”

he felt a soft nod on his shoulder from where he was holding you, “good girl.” he chuckled at your ditzy state. “you just be cute in my arms baby, i’ll handle the rest.”

overall adam was the best ball of energy bf to your sleepy baby gf.

A/N : sleepyhead gf is my favourite <3

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romaritimeharbor · 9 months ago

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MORAL INJURY — a non-romance genshin impact series. ♫

act i, chapter ii "motherland."

➤ CHAPTER SYNOPSIS :: it is always cold in snezhnaya.

➤ CONTENT WARNINGS :: implied murder, implied violence/cruelty towards a child, implied kidnapping.

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The Motherland was always cold—that much was a given. It was the northernmost region of Teyvat, after all, always with multiple feet's worth of freshly-fallen snow blanketing the ground in the mornings and subzero temperatures—at the eternal winter's very worst—at night. Snezhnaya was always cold.

Carriage rides across the nation could be... mildly unpleasant for that very reason.

They had some privilege, so they got to sit inside of one rather than walk alongside it or drive it, but they did not have enough prestige to warrant one of the carriages with heaters. Those, very few in stock, were generally reserved for Harbingers.

The thought made them pout a bit. Surely being the direct assistant to one was enough to warrant at least some kind of comfort in their journeys? It wasn't like they were Tartaglia's assistant; that person surely had less privilege than they did. Though... now that they thought about it, that person probably got treated better than they did. Tartaglia was exceedingly more human than Dottore was, after all. Surely he didn't treat his agents like victims-to-be? Though, it was debatable how much of a "victim" he really viewed them as.

(They were once again reminded that they really should have transferred out of the Doctor's division. However, a mentally subhuman assistant was surely suited to a physically and mentally subhuman Harbinger. Perhaps that was why they've survived for as long as they have.)

Their situation was complicated; they would gladly be the first to admit that. Somehow, they were simultaneously the most at risk employee and the least at risk employee.

On one hand, Dottore would not kill them himself unless it was truly necessary. Wounding them? Sure. It happened... sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. It was more common for the younger segments to hurt them somehow (gods, they hoped they didn't run into Lord Beta today; they were far too preoccupied to entertain him). Experimenting on them? That was even less common, but it had happened. In recent years, though, there had not been another such significant incident.

In the past, it may have been worth transferring—they thought that, had their life gone in a different direction, they would have thrived under someone like Pantalone or Pierro, where most of their work would be in an office; boring, but easy—but nowadays, it was better that they didn't give up their position... largely for the sakes of their coworkers.

(Deep down, they knew that in their current state of being, they would be bored to death working under anyone else, but they preferred not to dig too deeply into that frightening truth.

A mind such as theirs was not designed for the menial, mindless work that the lowest ranked agents did—Il Dottore himself had said this to them a multiplicity of times. They don't like to think about it, for under what conditions might Dottore feel the need to say something like that?

...They don't like to think about it.)

Maybe they were just never destined to be Tartaglia's or anyone else's assistant.

It was still cold; their lamenting changed nothing, but they sincerely wished it had. The chill settled in their bones reminded them of their lack of privilege. Maybe if they just gathered up their courage and asked, they would be able to secure a heated carriage...

They couldn't linger too much on those thoughts as their transport pulled to a stop. Absentmindedly, they tugged their coat closer to their body to block out the chill as they were escorted out and into Haeresys.

They nodded in polite acknowledgement to the agents who'd escorted them, wordlessly dismissing them once their task had been completed.

Now, they stood face-to-face with one of their older coworkers. He'd been around for a while. Sometimes they morbidly wondered who between the two of them would die first—someone was bound to.

It probably wouldn't be them, as arrogant as that may have sounded.

"Krupp."

Krupp was a man prone to error. It was a wonder how he'd lived so long, anyway. Could they really be blamed for thinking about such morbid things? It was common for the Second's employees to die or go "missing." It was only natural, then, for them to wonder what would eventually come of Krupp's life. Would he live? Would they live? Even they could admit that it was genuinely anyone's guess.

"[Surname]."

They only stared blankly at him for a moment, before groaning. "Ugh... okay. What did you do this time? Is it something I need to cover up?"

He raised his arms defensively at their blatant accusation. "Nothing this time, I swear."

""This time,' he says. Right. Good that you're self-aware. Well, then..." they prompted, eyebrow twitching in vague annoyance when he didn't get the hint. "What is it? I don't have all day. I have to do routine maintenance on Lord Sixth soon."

"Yeesh, good luck."

"You know, I hope you become Lord Beta's next experiment."

He frowned. "That's not funny, [Surname]."

"...Yeah, okay. You're right. That was kind of... yeah. Sorry," they admitted apologetically, hand raking through their hair habitually. A deep sigh left their lips. "Sorry. I didn't mean that, I've just gotten really desensitized to these things. I'm surprised you haven't. Anyway, what is it that you needed from me?"

"Hmph, fine. Apology accepted." Their eyes were practically about to roll out of their skull at his smugness. He quickly changed topics: "They brought in someone from Sumeru. A girl with Eleazar."

"So I heard. Lord Dottore was muttering to himself about something like that, but I didn't ask."

"Right. Well, she's uncooperative, so they called for you since... you know, the test subjects all seem to like you. You're nice. She's also supposed to transfer under your care after she leaves this place."

"I wouldn't call myself nice, but thanks, I guess," they muttered, peering into the one-sided glass window that displayed the inside of the confined room she was in.

A little girl was in there, cowering in the corner.

A little girl.

That was a child.

Immediately, they tensed up. "How old is she?"

They've seen children be brought into this horrid, ugly part of the world many times before... but their reaction never changed.

"I don't see why that's important. She's going to be taken back to the main lab regardless."

Something in their chest snapped at his nonchalance. The glare they then shot him was one of the sharpest he'd seen in his time—he immediately recoiled, stammering and stumbling over his words. He was fawning. They had seen him do it a few times with other higher-ups, including Lord Beta.

It wasn't as if they were going to tear his throat out. It just annoyed them how vague he was, how nonchalant he was, but perhaps he no longer could tell the difference between mild annoyance and murderous intent.

Understandable, they supposed. The line did tend to blur after a few years under Dottore's employmemt.

"How old is she?" they asked again after taking a deep breath and gathering their composure. This time, their tone came out far more calm and collected than it had before.

It was not his fault. He did not bring her to Haeresys, so there was no point in snapping at him for it.

The shift in their tone seemed to reduce some of the tension in their coworker's shoulders. "Pretty sure she's eight, or around that age, at least."

"Archons above..." They cursed under their breath. "She's so young, what— what the hell is she doing here?"

'Where are her parents?' they wanted to ask, but bit their tongue. Knowing how the Fatui worked... they were probably dead.

In a way, they also knew the answer to why she was here; children were known to recover far faster than adults. They'd observed that phenomenon over and over and over again within the years of their employment. If any test subject ever caused trouble, it was probably someone under the age of twelve or someone who was brought in when they were that young. The older the subjects got, the weaker they grew.

"How should I know?" he scoffed, drawing their drifting attention back to him with a wave directly in front of their face. If it had been anyone else, they might have been annoyed, but they were unfortunately used to his behavior. "I don't know, [Name]. Why would I? You think Lord Beta trusts me like that? I'm not as high-ranked as you are. If anyone would know, it should be you. All I know is that she's going to be under your care."

A deep sigh left through their nose, but the more that they thought about it...

"You said she's an Eleazar patient?"

"Yep. Her scars are bad, too."

"Oh..." They pondered for a moment. "...Hmm. Now that I think about it, I do have an idea about what she's here for." They tapped their fingers on their thigh briefly in a nervous fidget, before sighing once again. "Well? Are you planning on letting me in?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Despite his blatant sarcasm, he obliged and fidgeted with the locks for a moment. When they released with a hiss, he backed off, but not before handing them a small medical kit. They took it from him, absently noting that she must have been wounded and refused to be treated. "Go ahead."

"Thanks."

When they stepped in, the door slammed shut behind them. It wasn't unexpected, but it was unsettling nonetheless. They were a bit morbidly grateful that the girl was such a small child; they wouldn't have to fight tooth and nail with her like they had done so many times before with taller and stronger subjects.

Upon their entry, she immediately shuffled impossibly further into the corner, eyes blown wide with terror.

"G— go away! Don't touch me!"

"Hey, hey... shh, it's alright. I won't touch you if that isn't what you want," they soothed, settling on situating themselves on the floor a few feet away from the trembling girl. They offered a kind smile to her.

She sobbed into her hands. "Please leave me alone... get out of here!"

A bit of blood was soaking through her tattered clothes. They stifled a scowl—any negative expression they made would only scare her more, but... Archons above, would it kill their coworkers to be at least a little gentle with her? They made a mental note to... discuss their carelessness with them.

After all, if they hurt her badly enough, she'd die.

That would inconvenience Dottore, so... technically, it was within their area of concern. Surely they couldn't be written up for aggression towards and potential violence against their allies—after all, they would only have been doing their job!

For now, though, they needed to focus on this poor girl and her evident wound.

"Honey, you're bleeding."

"I don't care! Go away!"

"Please let me look. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to see."

"No, no," she cried, trembling furiously like a leaf in the wind. "Please, please just leave me alone..."

A deep silence settled momentarily, only filled by the girl's weak cries and sniffles. She was the first to break it.

"I don't want to die."

"That won't happen," they reassured. It was... more or less of a lie.

It went quiet again. The girl wordlessly shifted, moving a bit out of the corner. They took that as their sign to approach her. Any movements they made were gentle and purposeful as to not frighten her further or rile her up again.

When they finally got close enough to her, their fingers moved skillfully and quickly, rolling her shirt up just enough to expose the wound on her side. She winced when the cool air hit it.

"Shh, you're okay... what's your name?"

"It's... um— my name is Collei."

They smiled kindly, taking out a small tube of antibacterial ointment from the kit handed to them by their coworker and lathering her cut with it. "Hi, Collei. I'm [Name], okay? I'm going to be responsible for you from here on out."

Now that they were closer to her, they could see the tears glistening in her eyes.

Despite her fear, she nodded. The kindness in their face soothed her. It was as if they were an angel descended from the heavens specifically to protect her. It was so, so impossibly hard not to trust such a compassionate face.

"Okay."

After wrapping her wound in gauze tight enough so that it would not unravel but loose enough to nor cause her any discomfort, they allowed her shirt to fall back into place.

Their hand dared to gingerly reach towards her face; it was not particularly surprising when she flinched back with the smallest, hardly perceptible whimper. Any movement halted. They simply waited to see if she would initiate the contact that they had attempted or if she would continue to reject it.

Then, she slowly—hesitantly—relaxed, some of the tension leaving her body as she leaned forward.

The smile they had offered her remained, it even grew a bit, as their fingers softly brushed some of the hair away from her face. It was perhaps akin to what a parent might do to soothe their frightened child. A hint of melancholia could be seen in their expression, but Collei was quite possibly too young to properly understand the wistful sadness they held.

She did recognize that they were sad in some way. Maybe that was why she was so inclined to trust them—their emotions were tangible.

"I have to leave, alright?" they murmured to her. "Some people are going to come later and take you somewhere else. Please let them. They won't hurt you if you listen, okay? And if they do, you tell me, because they absolutely are not permitted to use unnecessary force."

"An— and I'll see you again?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm very busy, so it might be a few days until you do, but you will. Try to be patient, okay?"

"...Okay."

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deduction-substitute · 19 days ago

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hourcat · 1 year ago

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Piarles + 6 ("Are you jealous?") 🙏

It's not like he's expecting all that much on a race weekend, of all things. Pierre knows that every team's media responsibilities are different, and that Ferrari especially thrives off of the content it's putting out between race weekends. He's been training himself not to be bothered by it...or, at the very least, trying his damnedest.

It's been getting harder, lately, considering Carlos' driving has been infuriating Pierre for the better half of this year so far and Charles still giggles and laughs along with him whenever they're in front of Josh's work phone.

Josh, of all people! Pierre's friend. He'd never wish anything bad on him, truly, but the little jealous creature that is permanently entrenched deep in his gut wishes he'd never left AlphaTauri. He'd been good at playing up the heavy bromance between himself and Yuki back in the day, which will only mean it will work just as well with Charles and Carlos. It's a nauseating thought.

But he's trying not to have it. It's especially difficult this weekend, because Monza is so steeped in Ferrari lore that there's no way Pierre is going to escape without being forced to witness some god-awful onslaught of red teammate shenanigans on his Instagram feed, but he is trying. It's what has him clenching his fist as he walks through the motorhome lot, the water bottle in his other hand getting the white-knuckling treatment as he thinks about how he is not thinking about Charles getting too close to Carlos to make the tifosi happy. "It is only a weekend," he mumbles aloud like he's actually going to listen to himself. It's only a weekend, and Jack had texted him earlier in the week that the two of them will be doing some TikTok trend because Esteban is too busy to have fun or whatever. He'll survive.

And then he hears a bright peal of laughter as he's walking by the alley between the Ferrari and McLaren motorhomes, and his confidence in that statement wanes dramatically. When he turns towards the sound, Pierre is greeted with the sight of Carlos fucking Sainz leaned onto Charles, tickling him as someone not named Josh films the two of them for some stupid challenge. He's almost chest-to-back with him, one arm hooked around his waist, and oh Pierre is seeing red. Is there a color beyond red for this? If there is, he's being swallowed up in it. Charles lifts his head at the perfect moment, mouth open wide and giggling as he seems to register Pierre's presence. His eyes are sparkling with joy.

Pierre doesn't even have the wherewithal to wave. With a noise that feels like it's been clawed from deep in his chest, he stalks off the rest of the way to Alpine's setup, anger boiling in his blood and filling his ears from what he'd just seen. There is no personal space between them, he thinks hotly, there is never any fucking space. He's rationalized instances like this before, and he will again, but the sight of Carlos pressed so intimately against Charles is burned into his retinas right now. He swings his driver's room door open and then slams it shut. Ben asks him if he's alright through the door and Pierre barely manages an I'm fine before he throws himself onto the couch like a child having a tantrum. "Fucking Monza," he mutters to the empty room. Like he didn't win here once upon a time. Like he doesn't love Italy with his whole heart.

Truthfully, Pierre doesn't know how much time he's actually spent coiled up in anger when the knock at his door breaks the silence. "Pierrot," Charles' voice is sweet and concerned, which means Pierre doesn't stand a chance against him right now. He sighs and sags further into the couch.

"Come in, Charles," he answers. The door clicks open immediately and Charles doesn't even bother waiting for it to swing shut again before he's clambering onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Pierre's shoulders to deliver a wet kiss to his cheek. The wildfire of rage in him cools off a little.

"Hi," Charles murmurs, nose smushed against the line of Pierre's beard. His mouth is warm. Pierre wants nothing more than to tug him into his lap and kiss him senseless--kiss him until he forgets his teammate, his team, his purpose here in the first place.

Instead, he sighs. "Hi," he responds, trying to keep from sounding too despondent. "What are you doing here, calamar?"

Charles peels back to raise his eyebrows. "What do you mean," he says flatly. "I did just witness you storm off like you were going to commit a murder, Pierre. Was I not supposed to come make sure you were not in trouble?" His mouth is quirked in a little smile, but his eyes hold a glint of concern that makes Pierre feel a little guilty.

"I'm fine," he replies. But it sounds flimsy to his own ears, and Charles snorts and shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, Charles. I'm alright. Nothing is wrong." He tries to pull Charles into his lap, now, but Charles is firmly settled into Pierre's side right now, and is apparently using all of his toned muscle to stay there.

"You're a terrible liar," he mumbles. "You can tell me any--" but then he cuts off, inhaling sharply all of a sudden, and Pierre swallows because this is exactly what he does when he figures out how exactly to read the mood. "Are you jealous?"

He sounds so incredulous that Pierre can't help the flush that colors his cheeks. "No," he lies. Charles tuts softly and grabs at Pierre's jaw, tilting his head so that they're now facing one another properly. He can't hide this for long.

"You are a terrible liar," Charles repeats, voice even quieter. "Pierre, I don't--you have nothing to be jealous over, Carlos is my teammate. I have to do this with him. We are a brand, no matter how much I don't like it." He wrinkles his nose. "You know I only love you."

Pierre does. Hearing Charles say it out loud again makes him blush even more, embarrassment putting more and more of his heated feelings out. He does know Charles loves him and him alone, and he does know that it's all Ferrari mandates and propagandas, but...

"Charlie," he murmurs. "I'm sorry. I know." When he tugs at Charles again, this time, he's rewarded: the Monegasque hums softly and goes along with it, settles in Pierre's lap like a weighted blanket and drapes his arms over Pierre's shoulders. The expression on his face is loving and knowing and nonplussed all at once.

"I know you are not his biggest fan," he hums. "And you know I am mad at him for what he has done to you this season. But I can't avoid him, mon petit." Charles rubs a gentle hand against Pierre's chest. "Please don't be upset. Please?" He's giving Pierre the big doe eyes that always, always work on him. Damn his boyfriend for knowing him so well.

He swallows, then reaches up to rest his hand against Charles' cheek. "I won't be," he answers. Then: "I will try my hardest, Charlie. For you."

Charles' face breaks into a grin. "For me," he echoes. "Thank you, mon petit." He swoops in for a kiss--chaste, quick, warm. Pierre wants to keep him trapped in his arms all day long. "I love you." Their noses bump. Pierre sighs, then leans in again for another kiss. (He can't help it. Habit.)

"And I love you."

#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #everyone look away as i rearrange the 2023 f1 schedule for my own writing convenience!#i will literally never shy away from jealousierre btw he is hall of fame To Me #thank u for the prompt cerona!!!!!!!!!!! ily!!!!!!!!!!!#romance meme #ask reply #cerona10

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bunting27 · 2 years ago

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okay i have to come back and request 🍓 prompt: "you have something on your face." "what?" "me." with our cute ass baby prince goalie joseph woll 🥺🙏

as friends ✏︎ j. woll

a/n: i love him. that is all.

prompts: "you have something on your face." "what?" "me."

wc: 0.9k

taglist: @nylwnder

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“please, y/n/n, everyone else’s wives and kids are gonna be there, i don’t want to have to socialize by myself” joseph was going to a family event with the leafs since he was up for some time cause of an injury, and he’d been begging y/n to go with him since he’d been told everyone was bringing their loved ones.

he was a bright and sociable person, but kids and other people’s wives weren’t exactly his forte, he only really thrived when he could make friends at the same pace as everyone else. in this situation, everyone would already have known each other.

y/n, however, was great with kids and would be able to talk to the wives while he caught up with his teammates, whether she was there as his girlfriend or not.

“we’d just be going as friends, right?” a look of relief took over his face

“yes, just friends, i promise. please be my plus one, i’ll owe you for the rest of my life” she smiled and hugged him, rolling her eyes sarcastically at his dramatics

“i guess i will survive a night of sports guys and free food, but this is only because i know you’d just end up in a corner somewhere” he squeezed her back, lifting her gently from the ground and ruffling her hair

“you’re a saint, y/n/n thank you so much” she smirked slightly, a look on her face that said both ‘i know’ and ‘you’re gonna regret saying that’, and joseph’s eyes widened slightly

“you owing me starts now, by the way. you’re coming dress shopping” he groaned and tilted his head back slightly, feeling her take his car keys out from his pocket and grab his wrist to drag him to the door.

she spent the car ride looking online for things in stock at the mall nearby, as well as trying to match the colour of his tie to things she saw while scrolling.

she guided him to the side of the parking lot closest to the store she liked the most dresses from, and went there first. while grabbing the few that were in stock in her size, joseph stood around awkwardly and waited for her.

once she was ready for the changerooms, she tracked down an employee and started changing into some of the dresses, only coming out and showing joseph when she personally liked the way it looked.

he mostly just said they were nice or pretty, feeling warm and awkward even though they had been friends for a lifetime.

on the fourth one she’d shown him, though, he just smiled. it wasn’t a ‘this is so bad, are you showing me this as a joke?’ smile. but a shy, sweet smile that told her this was definitely the best option.

she was going to continue to try some on and visit another store or two, but when she came out in the next dress and he was violently red before he’d even looked up from his shoes, she knew the last one was the one she had to go with.

“the last one, right? there's no beating that” he nodded slightly, chuckling awkwardly and trying to cool himself off by lifting the sleeves of his crewneck.

she started getting ready almost immediately after the two of them got back to her apartment, having stopped at his to get his suit and having a limited amount of time before the function started.

she had put her hair up in a slicked back ponytail and done quick makeup, just a base with some mascara, before putting on the dress and coming out into her living room to see joseph with his pants on and unzipped, his shirt opened and untucked.

she was unfazed, having seen him shirtless a million times, but he was flustered and had managed to cross two buttons and miss the second to last one while trying to close his shirt.

“god, you’re jumpy. here,” she undid his shirt again, buttoning it up correctly this time, while he just looked at her awestruck.

“how do i look?” after he had tucked his shirt into his pants and laced through his belt, he finally got to take in her final look.

he was staring. hard. which wasn’t that weird, he told himself, since she did ask how she looked.

“you look beautiful, just- you have something on your face” she frowned, taking out her phone and looking into the camera to see if he was just messing with her

“what?” he smiled

“me.” she looked up, confused as ever, but was met with his lips on hers before she could even question what he was talking about.

he pulled her into him by the waist, pulling his lips away and then giving her a few more chaste kisses. he was red everywhere. his neck and cheeks were warm against her hands and face and the tips of his ears looked like they were about ready to turn purple

she smiled slightly, biting her lip to contain her excitement.

“look who finally grew a pair” she kissed him this time, feeling his hands slide against her skin and under the hem of her dress

“ouch” she giggled against his lips, running her fingers through his hair

“you love me”

“i do”

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thetruekyle · 3 months ago

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It's not an act, btw.. I really Am a Father. And I want so many more kids, but my life has been violently uprooted and tumultuously reformed in myriad ways over these last few years...

The Big Hit was when My Daughter was kidnapped in 2020 by a scornful and unforgiving, post-divorce ex-wife who has since leveraged every violence of the state to target, assault, & injure me to the point of reactivity- to then gaslight me- and point to my reaction while twisting facts against me, and actually claiming my cognitive fitness was endangering my child...

AND even my own family, -who are entirely wayward, unchristian heathens (& who take pride in their atheism so that they are essentially unwitting pawns of satan) banded together with my ex and all the STATE criminals to steal her from her rightful home and my dutiful care- which I had been doing as diligent steward, without ANY real issue since we (my daughter and I) were both abandoned by my ex back in 2015. . . Even as a single parent, I made it work so that my daughter was excelling at school and generally thriving. But that has all changed, and it has been heartbreaking at every turn...

-I have since labored and fought and protested and even began studying law for myself, and each time I came near to reclaiming my rightful custody under my own knowledge and power, or to saving enough money for a good lawyer who might do it for me- I would be blindsided by yet another legalistic curveball and/or direct spiritual attack on my being... but I have always survived, by the Grace of God.

When thus first happened, GOD didn't turn his face from me, and He found me in the depths of my despair to raise me up as something new with His righteous right hand. Even now I am becoming better than I ever was as my old self, and as His new creation -as I walk in His grace with discipline and obedience, -my days are become blessed beyond measure. And even though the weapons continue to be formed against me, I am still- and at peace, by resting in His promise that they shall never prosper ever again.

So many times I've had to start over these last few years as I even now- fight to rescue my daughter from the clutches of all this entrenched institutionalize`d'evil... with no chosen helper or loving partner at my side.

But I yet have hope, and with God, I have truly learned how to recognize and walk the straight-and-narrow path. With God I have been given a higher purpose than merely finding a battle buddy to take on the system. And so even now, finding the time to earn a good woman's eyes has been strained at best, and thus far- fruitless . . .

But then who truly 'finds' a good wife, for her value is far above that of pearls and rubies. So instead I have and keep faith that God has the perfect one for me. The best one, in fact, picked out and likewise waiting patiently on her end for a perfectly risen, and reborn me, chosen by God, to be hers.

And so I am patient, because it matters, and ever since giving my life to Christ I have found every success to feed my faith and hope. I Am still building a life that is meaningful, writing a story for me that is inspiring, and nurturing my own Holy Spirit of Truth that is absolutely founded on the rock that is my pure Love for our Lord GOD.

~And so- in earnest love for our Lord GOD;

FATHER I rest on [Your] promises, and keeping faith in [Your] Word -I pray [You] send my helper into my arms so very soon.

I really want her here.

But all things in [Your] perfect timing, Lord. For it is not my will, by Thy will be done. For it is not my dominion, but Thy Kingdom come. And so I thank [You] with all my heart, with all that I Am, and shall Ever Be, and with Gratitude All Ways, always, in Jesus' name, amen. 🙏😌

#you think you know me?#look again-#@drinkycrowconcussion

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bloodtwin · 1 month ago

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🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog?

SOURCE: MUSE TALKING ABOUT THE MUN.

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?

❝ HAH ！That twink ？❞ Oh, that's rude, Puck. He scratches behind his neck with a not-quite-sheepish grin. Tries again: ❝ I mean, uh . . . I think he'd fit in very well at the circus. Or maybe as some sort of court jester. He would thrive in that environment, actually. ❝ . . . But, hopefully this doesn't sound mean, but if he were to be in any kind of mortal peril he would likely drop dead before anything actually happened to him. So I would strongly discourage him from any adventuring. ❞

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

He bends down, down, down to whisper something in the mun's ear, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before Adam whispers something in his ear in turn. ❝ Oh, yes. I see now . . . ❞ he mutters, nodding in understanding. Straightens up, clears his throat. ❝ He does, but they're usually about- uh, what ⸻ ❞ Another glance at the mun. ❝ What did you say it was called ？Y- yowie ？❞ ❝ Yeah, it's called YAOI. ❞ ❝ That, yeah. I dunno, I don't really read much so . . . ❞ A tug at his sleeve, and he's dragged down to Adam's level again as the mun whispers in his ear again. His eyebrows raise up to his hairline. Tail starts wagging. ❝ OH ！！Yes, in that case, I approve. ❞

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog?

Adam is attempting to slink out of frame, but Puck picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a little kitten. ❝ Hehe- hehehe . . . ❞ Puck giggles, shaking that fucking twink around like a bottle of syrup. ❝ The only time he's not is when he's taking his dog on walks. ❞ Pause. He blinks. ❝ His real dog. Not me. Obviously. ❞ ❝ . . . Can you put me down now ？❞ ❝ No. Air jail, five minutes. ❞

#shdwtouch #hes right i would die instantly :/#&&. RABID DIRTY DOG！☠ 𝐈𝐂。#&&. ALL GOOD CITIZENS OF WYRMLANDS！HARKEN UNTO THESE WORDS！☠ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗。#&&. COLLECTING BONES … ！☠ 𝐐。

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journey-to-the-goddess · 2 years ago

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Exciting News share! In August I signed a publishing contract with Inner Traditions - Bear & Company to turn my doctoral thesis on Sacred Menstrual Power into a book for the general public. Yes! That means that I’m going to be a published author!

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever consider that I would one day author a book. But after seven intense years of graduate school—four of which were dedicated solely to the production of my 250 page doctoral thesis—I can now say that publishing my work dedicated to empowering women will be a dream come true.

Not only that, but the contract transpired so effortlessly that I can honestly say authorship is clearly nothing short of my dharma in this lifetime.

Moments after I defended my thesis and was officially given the title “Dr.”, I cried for 3 hours straight. Yes, I cried in part because I was so exhausted and relieved to be done. But more than that, I was feeling a massive existential crisis of faith that creeps up for me from time to time.

I wondered who would really care about addressing negative menstrual mythologies when most of the world seems preoccupied with buying the latest pair of Nike shoes or simply trying to survive?

I wondered what would be the point of creating a new, empowering sacred menstrual narrative to counter internalized menstrual shame when we are on the bring of climate destruction?

Then eventually, after conversations with several wise friends and colleagues who became Drs. before me, I realized that my work addresses one of the many symptoms of the larger cultural problem facing humans today.

This is a world in which all value is placed on what can be taken and consumed while everything that doesn’t have a clear and direct consumer benefit can be discarded at best or treated as an existential threat to economic prosperity at worst. Menstruation is no different; for the last 5,000 years, western civilization has treated it as an existential threat to the thriving of human civilization.

From the inner emotional perspective, shame, menstrual or otherwise, perpetuates cycles of self-alienation and actually, I think, hinders us from finding solutions to personal and collective problems. This is why addressing internalized menstrual shame, matters.

My thesis / book also offers a solution to the problem in the guise of a whole new paradigm shift. I believe that menstruation biologically and symbolically disrupts the linear production model in favor of cyclical and regenerative models that are more inherent to nature and natural processes. The menstrual cycle teaches that all phases of the life cycle—and, in fact, all life itself—has intrinsic value.

Quite simply, the menstrual cycle is a woman’s superpower.

Thanks for being in this journey with me! 🙏

#spirituality #divine feminine #menstruation #menstruation matters #period positivity #menstrual cycle #feminist author #internalized menstrual shame #goddess spirituality

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