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lovebotmo · 10 months ago

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like the movies

chapter two - moly blossoms

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2589

author's note: i want to thank each and every one of your for the likes and reblogs on my first chapter!!! big smooches to you lil cuties.

song inspiration: japanese denim by daniel caesar

Trailing behind Hermione, you eventually made it to the dungeons where your first Potions lesson of the year awaited. Walking across the threshold of the entrance, you made sure to keep the door open for two of your classmates walking a little ways behind you. The first of the two, Lorenzo Berkshire, flashed a bright smile at you in thanks. The two of you had been friendly over the years at Hogwarts, sharing a number of advanced classes. You had spent a few late nights at the library together cramming for finals, only to celebrate at The Three Broomsticks with a congratulatory butterbeer when you both received prefect scores. Enzo, the nickname he preferred to go by, was an absolute sweetheart and kind friend.

The second of the pair walked behind his more cheerful friend in stony silence. He muttered a barely discernible, “Grazie,” to you as he passed into the Potions classroom. You caught a whiff of his cologne, something that reminded you of crackling fires, balsam firs, and fresh snow.

His name was Theodore Nott.

In comparison to his friend, you didn’t have much to say to or about him. In fact, Nott didn’t have much to say, well, ever. Among the gaggle of Slytherins he and Enzo hung around, he was the quietest and the most brilliant—often giving Hermione a run for her money for the top spot, especially when it came to Potions. You knew he played on the Slytherin quidditch team, but you hadn’t the foggiest as to which position he occupied. But that was it. You didn’t really know him, only of him.

Realizing you had been standing and propping the door open long after the two boys had walked through, you moved to shut the hefty door. You turned only to see the small number of your classmates huddling around a piece of paper, a list of some kind. As you entered your seventh year, your Potions classes had steadily thinned out as the requirements became increasingly more stringent. Even through Professor Slughorn was more than happy to accept students who received Es on their N.E.W.T.s, Snape’s years of teaching had put many students off the subject. Frankly, you couldn’t blame them.

In your third year, while brewing doxycide, you had made an error in adding wolfsbane essence instead of the required cowbane essence. The contents of your cauldron proceeded to explode on you. The potion was particularly foul-smelling and disturbingly thick; it had also ended up in your eyes. Rather than sending you immediately to the infirmary, Snape had made you clean it up—bloody blind, you might add—before you were on your way to Madam Pomfrey. You had lost ten house points. Safe to say, you loathed the man. You had only agreed to Hermione’s pestering to join her in the advanced courses of Potions because Slughorn had taken the post…and the promise that she would help you should you need it.

Shirking the memory, you moved to Hermione’s side in hopes of seeing what she and the rest of the class were peering at. The parchment in front of you listed out eight pairs of two students—assigned Potions partners for the year.

You quickly pulled Hermione back from the fray by her arm. “You promised you would help me if I took this class with you! Now you can’t even be my Potions partner!”

Hermione batted your arm away. “Oh, please Y/n! No need to be so dramatic all the time. I can still help even if I’m not your partner. Besides you won’t even need it.”

You squinted your eyes at her, “And why is that? Because I’m so bloody brilliant? I’m out of practice and you know that!”

Your reply was met with rolling eyes. “For the love of Godric, Y/n, you’ll be fine. You and I both know you can handle this class.” She paused. “But that’s not what I meant. Didn’t you see who your partner is?”

“Um…no.” In the fuss of realizing you wouldn’t be with Hermione you had failed to check just who your partner would be. “I was a little distracted by the fact that I’ve practically been abandoned—betrayed even—”

Hermione flicked you on the forehead. “Enough with the melodrama. Nott’s your partner. It’ll be grand. He’s… brilliant in Potions.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at her hesitation. If there was one thing Hermione Granger did not enjoy, it was academic competition, something that Nott’s proficiency in Potions promised. “Killed you to say that didn’t it? How does it feel to be one of us mere mortals of average intelligence, ‘Mione—"

Hermione let out a huff before pinching you lightly on the arm. “Oh, shove off. Go to your station, your partner is impatiently waiting. He’s been staring at you for the past two minutes.”

That got you to quickly spin around to meet Nott’s blue-green eyes looking fixedly into your own.

Oops.

You quickly moved away from Hermione and shuffled over to where Theodore stood. Turning to your partner, you tried to make some small talk while waiting for Slughorn to begin class, “I’m guessing you wish you had been paired with Enzo, right?”

Theodore stared at you. He blinked once. Then again. Before replying, “…Right.”

Well, he certainly isn’t one for pleasant conversation. Godric bless the soul that gets stuck talking to him at a cocktail party, you thought to yourself.

“’Spose it won’t be too bad though, yeah? Everyone knows you’ve gotten the best scores in Potions each year—we’ll be alright.” Your attempt at conversation was once more met Theodore’s stoic façade, your efforts to converse metaphorically falling into the awkward silence between you.

Theodore just repeated his monosyllabic reply. “Right.”

Smiling self-consciously, you placed your books on top of your station as you sat down, just as Slughorn finally made an appearance.

Thank Godric for the silly old man.

“Welcome to the second sequence of Advanced Potions! In order to determine if you’ve all properly reviewed your Advanced Potion Making texts over your summer holidays, I’ve crafted a little exercise with the help of Professor Sprout.” Pausing his speech, Slughorn waved his wand, drifting eight blooms of moly flowers to each station. You let out a quiet gasp.

Ever since your third year, moly flowers had been your favorite. First encountering them in Potions while brewing wiggenweld potion, you had become enamored with the gentle and elegant white blooms and its distinctive black stems and leaves that denoted moly flowers. It didn’t escape your notice either that they were able to counteract a number of enchantments, but that fact didn’t measure up to the quiet beauty of the blossoms you had grown to admire. When you wound up in the infirmary after your adolescent explosion of doxycide, Hermione had brought a single stem of a moly flower to your bedside—a feat not easily done. It had involved begging Professor Sprout for some of the moly she grew in the greenhouse. Despite Professor Spout’s reluctance to part with the blooms, due to the flower’s value, both monetarily and magically, Hermione had successfully commandeered one. Hermione was, for a lack of a better term, ‘that witch.’ And you loved her for it. Hermione’s efforts and that sweet memory had solidified the ardent admiration you had for molies from that moment onward.

One of the blooms floated towards you and gently, you grasped the onyx stem. Lightly touching one of the four pearlescent petals, you smiled at the memory you forever associated them with before someone brought you out of your haze.

“Y/n.” You turned your gaze to your left where Theodore was watching you expectantly.

Shaking your head, you brought yourself back to the present. “Sorry, what was that?”

Your obvious confusion at what was going on seemed to bring the smallest of smirks to Theodore’s lips.

So, he can smile…Interesting.

“We’re meant to identify the thirteen potions moly blooms are used in along with its medicinal capabilities. Think you can handle the task, L/n?” Besides the fact that you were in awe that Theodore could string that many words together all at once, you were stunned at the challenge he seemed to set forth. His tone seemed to question whether you could do anything besides dumbly stare at a flower bloom, completely unaware as to what Slughorn tasked you to do.

The man probably thinks I’m going to slack off since he’s so proficient in Potions. Even if I am not as naturally talented as him at the subject, I am still a good student—with principles, nonetheless! The gall of the man!

You scoffed, placing the flower on the table before turning fully towards the Slytherin. “Please, Nott. Have a little faith. Contrary to your belief, I do know what I’m doing…at least most of the time.”

Theodore picked up the moly bloom from where you had placed down on the table. He gently twirled it in his large hands, which easily dwarfed the small blossom. “Guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?” Those stormy eyes returned to your own. It was the first time you had seen them without a veil of indifference.

“Just you wait, Nott. I’m going to be the best Potions partner you’ve ever had.” Theodore raised his eyebrows at your bold conjecture. “Now, hand me a quill and a piece of parchment.”

Later that day, you trudged up to your room with Hermione following behind you. As you were both Muggleborns, you and Hermione had bonded over Muggle fiction over the years; it had brought you closer among the sea of Purebloods and Halfbloods who were more than content to disdain at your blood staus. Over the last summer, you had both agreed to select a book for the other to read. Hermione had already given you her copy of Little Women, so you were eager to give her your battered edition of Wuthering Heights. Chatting about your respective choices of literature, you unlocked the door, eager to flop onto your bed. However, as you neared your bedframe, rest seemed to be the last thing on your mind.

Hermione’s nose was still buried in her gifted copy of Little Women. “I’ve put a couple markers in places I want you to pay attention to. There’s this once instance with Amy, where Laurie just—oof!” Having not noticed your silence and lack of movement, Hermione bumped right into your back. “Sorry, I didn’t realize—wait…what’s that there?”

Hermione’s attention now turned towards the thing resting upon one of your pillows. Her thick brows furrowed as you cocked your head in confusion. The thing was a small bouquet of moly flowers in full bloom. They were carefully bound together by a thin white silk ribbon, perfectly matching the delicate petals. In the afternoon light coming through the windows, the flowers seemed to glisten. The flowers were gorgeous…but why were they here?

You turned to Hermione. “You mean, you didn’t put them there?”

Your friend quickly shook her head ‘no.’ “How could I? I’ve been with you all day, remember?”

You nodded mutely. Hermione was right, there would have been no opportunity for her to put them on your bed, let alone procure them from Professor Sprout. Considering her account of trying to obtain the precious blossoms in your third year, you doubted Hermione would have gone through the trouble without good reason.

You mentally scratched your head. “I suppose you didn’t do it, ‘Mione, but who else?” You gingerly picked up the bouquet, thoughtfully considering the angelic blooms. You gently rubbed the silk ribbon between your forefinger and thumb. “I reckon you’re the only one who knows how much I like them. Did anyone ask you about what flowers I like recently?”

Hermione shook her head. You trusted that Hermione wouldn’t lie, not about something like this. For two of the brightest students at Hogwarts, the pair of you were stumped.

“Maybe it’s someone from our Potions class—did you mention that you liked them to anyone? To Nott maybe?” At her last question, you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips. You shook your head.

“Please, Nott spoke all of three sentences to me today and it was the longest conversation I’ve ever had with the guy. Besides, I didn’t mention anything to him.” You handed the flowers to Hermione as you sat down on your bed, hands behind you as you leaned back. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, trying to wrack your mind for who could have possibly sent it, you felt something just under your fingertips. Grasping it and bringing it forward, you found that it was a folded piece of parchment, which you opened slowly, half expecting something odd to pop out given the strangeness of the bouquet’s appearance. Instead, all you found was a note written in handwriting that could only be described as a boyish scrawl. It read:

Y/n,

Moly flowers, for you. Beautiful, for a beauty.

Yours,

Teddy

You reread the note, perhaps ten times, before asking the question on both of your minds, “Who the fuck is Teddy?”

Thirty minutes passed. By now, you had scrounged up a vase to place the flowers in by your bedside. You and Hermione lay sprawled across your bed, trying to solve the mystery of who this elusive ‘Teddy’ was.

“I don’t get it,” Hermione said, “There’s no one at Hogwarts named ‘Teddy.’ It must stand for something. Maybe an acronym. Oh! Maybe a pseudonym or a pen name.” Hermione continued to prattle off possibilities as you stared blankly at the fabric hanging off your bedframe.

Breaking your reverie you conjectured, “Maybe it wasn’t meant for me?” At that, Hermione flicked your forehead for the second time that day. “Ow! Stop that! I think you enjoy doing that a bit too much for my liking. I’m going to bruise.” She gave you a blank look.

“Y/n.”

“…Hermione.”

“Your name is in the bloody note. It’s most definitely intended for you.”

Solid logic, ‘Mione.

“Well, regardless, I haven’t the faintest idea who fancies me, who this Teddy is, or how he got his hands on an entire bouquet of molies,” you said. “Godric knows you had a difficult enough time getting Professor Sprout to part with one blossom, let alone a whole bunch.”

Hermione hummed at that and replied, “He either stole the blossoms from Sprout’s greenhouse, somehow managed to ger her to depart with twelve blooms willingly, or he’s wealthy enough to have purchased them. Either way, he’s gone through a good deal of trouble—possibly literal criminal trouble—to do something sweet for you. Whoever he is, he clearly cares about you.”

Turning to face her, you cheekily replied, “Are you sure this isn’t some grand plot to express your sweet, passionate love for me?” You batted your eyelashes at her, causing her to laugh and hit you with one of the nearby pillows. “Hey! Not near my molies!” You pleaded.

With a mirthful smile, Hermione said, “As much as I love you, I don’t like you enough to go through all that trouble. Sorry!” This time, your hit her with the pillow. The two of you roared with laughter as you swatted and swung at the other with the various pillows on your bed. Eventually the both of you settled down, resting on your bed once more. In the silence, your mind turned once more to the puzzling question at hand.

Who was this ‘Teddy’?

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my-naughty-writings-and-musings · 1 year ago

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Those Bee hcs were 👀👌 GOOD STUFF. I would be forever in your debt if you did something for ES Elita-1, she's got nothing out there!!

Holy moly anon you're so right! Also thanks so much, that Bee post really helped me get back to writing!

Enjoy some saucy Reader x Elita One headcanons!

1. There are few things she loves more than fragging right after a workout. She can barely explain it herself, but there's just something about being all pumped up and then pounding you into a berth (or whatever surface the two of you can reach), and the harder she exercises the harder she'll want to pound. You can expect her to seek you out as soon as she finishes her routine, still covered in coolant and often steaming from the heat of exertion. A shower for you both almost always follows, and she loves when your tiny hands get to work scrubbing where she can't reach. She'll also clean you up if you're too spent to do it yourself.

2. That calm, collected coolness and natural sense of command doesn't stop at the bedroom door. If anything, she's all the more relaxed and in charge when she's being seductive. She knows just what to say to get your knees shaking, and you'll happily do whatever she says the second she lifts your chin to meet her gaze. One playful smirk is usually all it takes to get you to take your clothes off.

3. She's picked up a lot of techniques over the years, and not just with other bots, so you're not the first human she's had the pleasure of banging. As a result, she knows a number of creative ways to get you off, but she's eager to learn more. Where you like to be touched, how many of her digits you want, the best angle to please you... she wants to know you inside and out. Her considerable strength makes maneuvering you during all this a breeze, and she'll not hesitate to let you know just how much she loves playing with you. Expect lots of playful petting behind closed doors.

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ahresprite · 1 month ago

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your art is actually scruptious holy moly you make me want to do the macarena and scream with happiness

#satosugufr

RAAAH THANKUUUUUUUU :3 dale alegria a tu cuerpo macarena que tu cuerpo es pa darle alegría y cosa buena dale a tu cuerpo alegría, macarena HEEY macarena

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cloudsspoke · 1 year ago

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" Yo estaba en la habitación de al lado de Cuti y Licha. Te levantabas y el pasillo era Londres. Abrías la puerta y había un humo increíble. Palo santo había por todos lados. Llegó un momento en que le dije 'Licha, pará un poco' " -- The story of La Banda del Palo Santo as told by Leandro Paredes

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IDK, it's either let these three share a room together or give them the connecting room.

....Un error de uno hace que sea más chiquito, porque el otro lo banca o le dice no pasa nada. O porque el otro la arregla sabiendo que es un amigo - Lionel Scaloni on AFAStudio

💙

Cuti - Licha: *happily slanders Molina*

meanwhile, Molina: *tries not to cry while thinking about Cuti - Licha*

Cuti 🤝 Licha

It just had to be that way. The first and only time Cuti, Licha, & Molina played as starters in this World Cup, Molina scored such an amazing goal which gave us this moment when the last players embraced him leaving only Messi, De Paul, Licha, and Cuti.

#TMI: (Probably) the first ever they played together as StartingXI was on this edition of CONMEBOL 2017 (Sub20) with Cuti being Cuti got his 2nd red card (after the 1st one happened exactly right on their 1st match 😂 )

Our 98 Line ~

Many people think Cuti's recent tattoo is a silhouette of their WC photo, but it's actually from the Finalissima one.

UPDATE: LICHA'S NEW TATTOO !!

promesa cumplida: El Moli's tattoo (similar with Licha's)

⭐⭐⭐

Frequently seen together, DO NOT SEPARATE THEM EVER!!

#argentina nt #arg nt #la scaloneta #LISANDRO MARTINEZ #CUTI ROMERO #NAHUEL MOLINA #la banda del palo santo #“You open the door and it was LONDON” 😂 I'm so dead at how Paredes vividly explained the situation in the Qatar dorm #FULL CREDIT FOR DE PAUL WHO BROUGHT UP THE STORY THE FIRST TIME #and Scalo's statement 🥲 You know it's the truth #WORLD CUP 2022 #COPA AMERICA 2021 #FINALISSIMA 2022 #OT3: Cuti-Licha-Moli 💕#football #fifa world cup #Licha martinez #Cristian romero

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foreigneuropetraveller · 5 months ago

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A little gay story from yesterday 🫀

My mind is gay 🥹, my body is gay 🥵, my tree 🌳 (I think the boys know what I mean - and also love - 😏) is gay 🤤 and my heartbeat is gay 💓. Is it bad being a gay ❤️? Absolutely not! Since I’ve discovered that I’m gay 😛 when I was 18 years old, I can proudly say that I’m so proud 🔥❤️‍🔥 and happy to found that out 🏳️‍🌈!

I’d like to tell you a story from yesterday. I’d suggest going into a dark room 😎, locking the door 🚪 and make yourself comfy 🤭. Hopefully you weren’t dirty minded 😏 today already, because this story might a pretty good chance that your tree 🌳 and your heart 💓 might be doing a pretty strong workout 😉!

So, my fellow crazy heartbeat lovers, let the story begin:

I was sitting on my bed, looking TV and I was doing absolutely nothing. My fellow friend down below was taking a break, my heart was beating normal with 68bpm and I didn’t have any gay or cardiophile thoughts.

The gay boys 🏳️‍🌈🤗 can surely imagine what I’m going to describe now 🤭🫂. I think 💭 one or two of you already had some fantasies, where your little friend got upright and was hard as steel. But this time, well… it became better, WAY BETTER 🤩!

Suddenly, my heart began to beat faster. From 68bpm to around 95bpm. I was breathing normally, but it also began to speed up. My little friend down below got upright, became hard as a steel rod. My brain was telling me something like: Come on Justin, you didn’t do your daily task today. Get everything off of your body and play with your little friend.

I was feeling like my male hormones, my heart or my brain were conducting an April fools joke, but hell no, I was wrong.

From out of nowhere I had the urge need to jerk myself off. I was playing with my little friend until my heart was racing so fast, it was beating at the speed of light. I was breathing like 75 times a minute, my heart was beating with 192bpm, my thoughts were filled with so much gay energy. I was feeling like I was sniffing poppers, that my heart was racing like that, but no. I was also feeling like I was having my first time fun with another gay boy.

This trip took like 30 minutes. For 30 minutes I was breathing so fast, my heart was racing like there was no tomorrow, my little friend was doing his best he could do.

In the end, my little friend decided to finally throw the male juice of fun out of his mouth. All the way down my tummy onto my chest. I’ve never taste the juice before, but today I thought let’s give it a try. I tasted it, it was awesome! So I decided to get all of it back into my body.

At max my heart was beating with 195bpm. This was also the first time, that my heart was nearly beating above 200bpm. I don’t know how fast I was breathing, but holy moly that was awesome!

I hope you’ve enjoyed the story, love you 😘.

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Eine kleine schwule Geschichte von gestern 🫀

Mein Geist ist schwul 🥹, mein Körper ist schwul 🥵, mein Baum 🌳 (ich denke, die Jungs wissen, was ich meine - und auch liebe - 😏) ist schwul 🤤 und mein Herzschlag ist schwul 💓. Ist es schlimm, ein schwuler ❤️ zu sein? Ganz und gar nicht! Seit ich entdeckt habe, dass ich schwul bin 😛 als ich 18 Jahre alt war, kann ich mit Stolz sagen, dass ich so stolz 🔥❤️‍🔥 und glücklich bin, das herausgefunden zu haben 🏳️‍🌈!

Ich möchte euch eine Geschichte von gestern erzählen. Ich würde vorschlagen, in einen dunklen Raum zu gehen 😎, die Tür zu verriegeln 🚪 und es dir bequem zu machen 🤭. Hoffentlich warst du heute nicht schon gut drauf 😏, denn diese Geschichte könnte eine ziemlich gute Chance sein, dass dein Baum 🌳 und dein Herz 💓 ein ziemlich starkes Workout machen könnten 😉!

Ich saß auf meinem Bett, schaute fern und tat absolut nichts. Mein Freund unten machte eine Pause, mein Herz schlug normal mit 68bpm und ich hatte keine schwulen oder kardiophilen Gedanken.

Die schwulen Jungs 🏳️‍🌈🤗 können sich sicherlich vorstellen, was ich jetzt beschreiben werde 🤭🫂. Ich denke, 💭 ein oder zwei von euch hatten bereits einige Fantasien, in denen euer kleiner Freund aufrecht stand und hart wie Stahl war. Aber dieses Mal, nun... es wurde besser, VIEL BESSER 🤩!

Plötzlich begann mein Herz schneller zu schlagen. Von 68bpm bis etwa 95bpm. Ich atmete normal, aber es begann sich auch zu beschleunigen. Mein kleiner Freund unten wurde aufrecht, wurde hart wie eine Stahlstange. Mein Gehirn sagte mir so etwas wie: Komm schon Justin, du hast heute deine tägliche Aufgabe nicht erledigt. Weg mit den Klamotten und hab ein bisschen Spaß.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass meine männlichen Hormone, mein Herz oder mein Gehirn einen Aprilscherz machten, aber zum Teufel nein, ich habe mich geirrt.

Aus dem Nichts hatte ich den Drang, mich richtig zu entspannen. Ich spielte mit meinem kleinen Freund, bis mein Herz so schnell raste, dass es mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit schlug. Ich atmete gefühlt 75 Mal pro Minute, mein Herz schlug mit 192bpm, meine Gedanken waren mit so viel schwuler Energie gefüllt. Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass ich Poppers schnüffelte, dass mein Herz so raste, aber nein. Ich hatte auch das Gefühl, dass ich zum ersten Mal Spaß mit einem anderen schwulen Jungen hatte.

Diese Erfahrung dauerte etwa 30 Minuten. 30 Minuten lang atmete ich so schnell, mein Herz raste, als gäbe es kein Morgen mehr und mein kleiner Freund tat sein Bestes, was er konnte.

Am Ende beschloss mein kleiner Freund, endlich den männlichen Saft des Spaßes auszustoßen. Den ganzen Weg über meinen Bauch bis auf meine Brust. Ich habe den Saft noch nie probiert, aber heute dachte ich, lass es uns versuchen. Ich habe es probiert, es war fantastisch! So habe ich beschlossen, dass er wieder zurück in meinen Körper sollte.

Mein Herz schlug mit maximal 195 bpm. Das war auch das erste Mal, dass mein Herz so nah an der 200er Marke kratzte. Ich weiß nicht, wie schnell ich geatmet habe, aber heiliger… das war großartig!

Ich hoffe euch hat die Story gefallen, hab euch lieb 😘.

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nikaizkool · 1 year ago

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man has been on my mind all day

carrera fucking u in missionary and ur like struggling to keep eye contact so he grabs ur face and forces u to look at him and he spits in ur mouth and moved his hand back to down to choke u and he’s just dirty talking u n shit or whatevaa 🤌🏼🤌🏼 i would get more into detail but i’m not fluent enough in spanish for that 🫡

Holy moly 😱 I think I’m inlove with you NOT HEADCANONS FOR ONCE COZ I FEEL MOTIVATED🧌🧌🧌

(I used google translate coz I’m not fluent in Spanish)

His hands on your waist with your knees on his shoulders, he’s been fucking you for 5 minutes but it feels like 5 hours. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits your g spot causing you to let out a high pitched moan. “Look at me baby” you wanna look and you force your eyes to look up at him but he keeps fucking you making your eyes go back up into your skull and you feel him grab onto your chin, hard he slows down his pace causing you to look up at him, his thumb reaches your mouth and forces it open “keep your eyes open, my love.” He spits in your mouth slowly picking back up the pace as he brings his hand down to your throat, choking you. “jódete tan apretado conmigo eres solo una pequeña zorra para mí, ¿no es así?” He sped up even more gently hitting your face every minute to get your eyes to look back up at him.

#carreraaa #carrera smut #carrera smut hcs #carrera x reader #carrera fluff #carrera x reader smut #carrera angst #carrera x reader fluff #carrera headcanons #carreraaa x reader #rodricarrera

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justkc9 · 8 months ago

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Language Day!!!!

So I am a native English speaker but I have been pressing myself to learn more about languages cause I find culture and history very fascinating :D I don't have a lot of friends who speak other languages so learning has actually been kinda difficult (Duolingo doesn't work really well for me sadly so if yall got recs I will take them gladly)!!

¡Pero realmente quiero aprender, así que usaré el traductor para leer y hablar! Vengo de ascendencia alemana, pero el español está mucho más cerca de casa (y es más común escucharlo aquí en los Estados Unidos), así que hoy estaré en español :D

(autocorrect does not like the translator holy moly)

#qsmp #qsmp language day #!!!#También creo que es una tontería que Tumblr no tenga un traductor integrado-

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zaichcat · 4 months ago

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¿Holy moly? Ah.. El maduro, ya no es el mismo. Llego su pubertad.. T-tiene.. Ansiedad ¡Jajajaja! Lo sé... Muy normal a su edad.

Te voy a encontrar la casa

#ask idk...

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kulupumun · 2 years ago

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nimi lon sinpin pi nimi mi

tenpo majuna la, seli ni li telo tawa insa lawa pi kulupu jan. ona li toki e ni: —suno li lon. ni li moku e sona pona mi.— ma li open kama loje: loje ni li moli. tenpo sike ni la, mi sitelen. la ni li sitelen tawa pakala ala. la ni li pakala. mi sitelen.

vorwort

einst floss die hitze in die köpfe der menschheit. man sagte, es sei die sonne, die unsere vernunft frisst. die erde begann rot zu werden. es war ein tödliches rot. dieses jahr schreibe ich. das ist kein katastrophenfilm. das ist die katastrophe. ich schreibe.

#toki pona #montagsgedicht #katastrophenfilm

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sesmar-scott · 2 years ago

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•S E X O•

Sexo gemidos x8 (coro)

Verso 1

Me encanta tu sonrisa y tus labios girl

Me gusta tu forma de decir te amo boy

Tu aroma a frutas me pone muy extraño

Que siempre quieras morderme los labios

Verso 2

Que llames cada que te den ganas de verme

Y me digas que me extrañas cada puto viernes

Recordar que tu alma es lo único que no to. ca. ré.

Ya llevo la moli dime donde quieres verme

Verso 3

En la calle te gusta que te diga princesa

Pero en la cama sabes bien que tu eres mi perra

Si te pones en cuatro mi cuerpo se desconecta

En mi cuarto tus victoria secret se van a la verga

verso 4

El tatuaje en tu espalda aumenta ganas de amar

Me dan miedo tus bragas dime si puedo quitarlas

Que aburrimiento nena y si nos vámos a la cama

Te haré saver por que me dicen el hombre araña

Nena amas lo que hago en la cama

Me encanta como se ve en bragas

Mira quitame los bóxer balenciaga

paso a las diez en punto a tu casa

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Amigos peludos

María acaba de volver de ayudar a una amiga en una competición de animales increíble. Ha pensado que, como la granja está llena de animales fantásticos, podría organizar una competición aquí también. Su amiga ha accedido a venir a la granja y enseñarle unos cuantos trucos a los perros para nuestro evento de Amigos peludos.

Desbloquearás esta función en el nivel 12. Aparecerá una invitación en la pantalla mostrando el evento Amigos peludos. Es posible que tengas que forzar el cierre del juego o incluso reiniciar el dispositivo para ver la actualización más reciente.

Dirígete al refugio canino y ayuda a preparar el estadio para nuestros amiguitos.

El evento Amigos peludos tendrá dos (2) etapas. La primera fase durará desde el 9 al 16 de octubre de 2024, y la segunda fase tendrá lugar desde el 16 al 23 de octubre de 2024. Tendrás 15 días para completar ambas fases y ganar recompensas.

Consigue el oro en cualquiera de las fases para llevarte a Sam Solete, un jornalero permanente. Consigue el oro en ambas fases y llévate al mejorado Sam Capitán.

Clasificación de Amigos peludos

Para completar las fases, tendrás que elaborar artículos y completar pedidos. Conseguirás puntos de ladrido por cada pedido del evento que completes.

¡Completa tantos pedidos como puedas para ganar más puntos de ladrido y subir en la clasificación!

Recompensas de la clasificación

Consigue grandes recompensas al llegar a los tres primeros puestos de la clasificación.

Fase 1

Sin trofeo: 5 de manteca de cacahuete y 5 de goma natural.

Bronce: 1 estampilla de plata, 1 clavo de granero y 5 pares de guantes dorados

Plata: 2 estampillas de oro, 2 candados, 10 llaves y 1 pin huevástico

Oro: Jornalero permanente Sam Solete.

Fase 2

Sin trofeo: 1000 monedas

Bronce: 1 estampilla de plata, 1 clavo de granero y 5 pares de guantes dorados

Plata: 2 estampillas de oro, 2 candados, 10 llaves y 1 pin minero

Oro: Jornalero permanente Sam Solete o gana el oro en ambas fases para llevarte a Sam Capitán

Potenciador de la clasificación

Puedes ganar más puntos de ladrido con los potenciadores de la clasificación. Una vez activados, duran 1 hora, y solo puedes tener activo uno al mismo tiempo.

Potenciador de plata: te proporciona un 50 % más de puntos.

Potenciador de oro: te proporciona un 100 % más de puntos.

Potenciador de diamante: te proporciona un 200 % más de puntos.

Bonus de bolsa de chuches

Se trata de una recompensa misteriosa que puedes ganar consiguiendo puntos de ladrido extra. Completa más pedidos para llenar la barra.

Cuando esté llena, ¡te llevarás recompensas misteriosas! Toca el botón Recoger recompensa para recibir tus premios.

Pase del evento Amigos peludos

Si obtienes el pase del evento Amigos peludos, podrás duplicar tus recompensas cuando ganes un trofeo de plata o bronce en cualquiera de las fases.

También puedes conseguir a Estela, la risueña, una jornalera temporal, durante 21 días si ganas un trofeo de oro en ambas fases.

Lugar de interés temporal: Plaza de mascotas

La plaza de mascotas es un lugar temporal donde puedes conseguir los artículos del evento que necesitarás para cada receta.

Jornaleros temporales: Alex Alstar, Juana Jovial y Blake Alégrez

Puedes contratar a Alex Alstar, Juana Jovial y Blake Alégrez como jornaleros para ayudarte a completar el Triatlón granjero. Con la ayuda de estos jornaleros, tendrás más posibilidades de encontrar artículos especiales del evento.

Importante: Alex Alstar, Juana Jovial y Blake Alégrez son jornaleros temporales y solo se quedarán en la granja mientras dure el evento. Hazte con ellos lo antes posible para sacar partido a todas sus ventajas.

Nuevos artículos del evento y dónde conseguirlos

Fase 1

Manteca de cacahuete: En la plaza de mascotas, en el claro y al ocuparse de la vaca y la gallina premiadas.

Fase 2

Goma natural: En la plaza de mascotas, en la mina y al ocuparse de la oveja, el cerdo y el reno premiados.

Fase 3

Caldo de pescado: En la plaza de mascotas, en la charca, en el muelle, en el molino y al ocuparse de la cabra y los caballos premiados.

#farmville 2: escapada rural

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