#get wrecked by feelings and emotions and love

[pedricos]

fluffy alphabet with hector fort please

Héctor Fort – A to Z, Fluff alphabet .ᐟ

a.n: tried something different on today's coverr hihi!!

warnings: roof wrecking fluff!!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he admirers your intelligence! he's so found of your random fun facts on such different subjects. he loves to learn things from you!!

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he ABSOLUTELY loves your face!! he keeps pinching your cheeks while he's resting his arm around you, sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

he enjoys being the little spoon now and then, but prefers you being it, since he know you get cold more easily, so he keeps you warm!!

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

definitely a fan of simple dates, just to remind the beginning of the relationship!! but on especial dates, he likes to go fancy.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

héctor at first would keep some secrets about how he felt about certain things, mostly about being insecure, but now, he definitely he's learning on how vocalize his feelings.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

maybe he's more ready than you, but if you don't want kids, he won't insist on the subject anymore!! but if you do, he can give you ten names he saved for boy, and at least six for girls.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

he's always so shy to give you gifts. pandora necklaces, rings even little handwriting letters, he just leaves them for you to find.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

can only go out holding hands!! but also enjoys putting his hands on the back pockets of your jeans and walking around when your hands are busy.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

he doesn't let you do anything!! twisted your wrist? doesn't even let you up the stairs alone. your stomach hurts? he's walking all the day down the street to buy you medicine.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

loveees to tease and annoy you!! when he's with yamal, they just make fun of everything you say. god forgive you stutter or pronounce something wrong.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

he's a very passionate kisser. when things get more intimate, he's a fast and yearning kisser, he's showing dominance. if the moment is sweet, he's enjoying slowly a romantic kiss.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

quality time and gift giving!! he likes to spend time with you just doing anything, at all, but also loves to give you nice things. the purse with the hello kitty plushie you saw on pre-sale? he's buying one of each color.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

the day he proposed to you. the sunset in the perfect yellow and pink sky, with the beach only for the two of you. the sound of the waves were so relaxing and you looked so good under the golden hour. he dreams every night with this day.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

his worst nightmare is breaking your trust. he doesn't let gap open for you to distrust him!! girls on his dms sending nasty things? he's deleting. weird comments on his ig? he's blocking.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he can, and he will, just randomly pick you up out of nowhere and do things around the house with you on his shoulders.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

you're his 'princesa'. nothing more or nothing less!! sometimes, he'll tell people you're his fiancee.

“mi prometida and yo..”

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he enjoys time with you by you just being there!! the movie you went to see sucked? at least you had a good laugh. the rain ruined the picnic? he made both of you catch a cold by dancing in the rain.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

he's not the romantic music' type of guy, but sometimes he'll dedicate some loves songs in english.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

at first he would communicate much about his feelings, but now, he's learning how to vocalize them more and even let's himself shed some tears about his emotions.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

you knew eachother from a friend in common. you never gave too much importance of him at first, but he was the one to make the first move to ask you out!!

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

he tries to hide as much as possible!! but, he know you know him, and it's impossible to keep with the nonchalant attitude all day, so eventually, he just goes back to normal!! you just need to give him some space.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

you're with him everywhere he goes, even if you're not there!! initial tattooed on his ring finger, chain with your initial, lockscreen is a photo of you, polaroid in the phone case. you're his watermark.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you?)

he's ready to throw punches. not like he needs to beat someone up for them to be scared, cause you already got your scary dog privilege.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he always confused at first, like one day you just woke up in the wrong side of bed and decided to be mad at him all day, but during the day, he puts you on his arms and asks you to tell him your worries.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

the prettiest night time you've ever seen. full moon shining it's brightest, the wind blowing just right in the balcony of the restaurant he took you. you looked the prettiest that night, even if you refused his propose, he wouldn't mid it. but you didn't, so it turned into his perfect day.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

when you caresses his tattoo. your nail making him shiver while it goes all the way on his arm, tracing the ink on his skin.

what do you guys think im going to uni for?? 🤭 trynna see what people think of meee

taking requests!!! bye bye, hope you liked it 💋

[mercymaker]

feeling a bit emo about malstarion today because god they're both so messed up in so many places and are both capable of being absolutely awful and yet...

because of all their experiences throughout the game, the people they encounter and become close with, and because of each other, they find bits and pieces of kindness in them. especially when it comes to each other.

and sure, it's not some magical cure-all to make them into these heroic goodie two-shoes, but at least they're both a little less awful. sometimes. and some days that's enough.

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[scarysanctuary]

"Bridget you're a widow--"

[X]

[emmavakarian-theirin]

love and ashes is so fucking good i can only listen to it once a month because of the way it puts my whole chest in a chokehold it's unreal

[wildflowercryptid]

i need to explore my paldea exchange students au more bc it's basically juliana's " you're dating my lil brother now so i guess i gotta learn to get along with you " arc with kieran. she's definitely dragging his ass to hassel's classroom and making him join the art club.

[not-equippedforthis]

putting To Be an Undertaker on blast by looping the episode end bit for 1 hour manually

[sportsthoughts]

Sports have a way of making me nervous like nothing else on this planet

[waywardsalt]

ive spent like 20 minutes trying to world this eloquently but i give up; im a big fan of linebeck just. not being capable of watching over kids not the person to be the guardian of a group of young people he struggles to take care of himself at times and has so much shit going on that it takes about one conversation with oshus for the old man to realize that this guy is. not doing great

[dix-rose]

voice acting is such an underrated form of art like I know a lot of people focus on like the big names like Strong, DeLisle, Kenny, just to name a few because they have "range" but thinking about the actual WORK that goes into it?? Incredible.

[mars-ipan]

ok i’m abt to go to bed i promise but i do need one more little tag ramble

[danceintheskies]

I LOVE YOU LUP ADVENTUREZONE

[x-i-l-verify]

I should've told you about...

“Yeah, you probably should have,” they say. “We could’ve helped you. We know you like we know ourselves.”

I didn’t want to burden you with it.

“Burden? When are you ever a burden, rancher? You use that word a lot. Love isn’t a burden.”

You loved me.

“Always.”

What do you mean, always?

“Even if we didn’t know it yet, we loved you. We loved each other, all of us. One soul. One heart. Across time. Isn’t that something? A thousand years in the future, there’s someone that remembers you when they dig their hands in the earth and hum while they do it. A thousand years in the past, there’s someone that does a double-take in a market because they thought they heard your voice. It’s just a bunch of little souvenir forevers, isn’t it.”

your soul in blatchery plain | tundra vow | "wanna know a secret?" | goodbyes on star-grass | garden of heroes | the lusher the cradle, the lusher the grave

and still, the cradle blossoms: a fic about falling in love but make it familial and heartbreaking, but worth it to have loved and lost than not loved at all

fic link | playlist link

[hrts4lisa]

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[webism]

pornstar!choso has a curated look that throws off a lot of his costars. strong build, straight-set face, hands made to choke and tear… most of those he film with don’t expect to be doted on the entire time.

people joke that pornstar!choso falls a little bit in love with every costar he fucks or gets fucked by. that glossy look that always pulls at his face by the time a scene ends, how his lip trembles with a need to be kissed raw when he cums. he says it's just the bliss of his orgasm—that he gets emotional in the moment, but it doesn't mean anything. well, until he meets you.

pornstar!choso who looks you up before his shoot because your name sounded vaguely familiar when it left his agents lips. he could have sworn you'd fucked before, because when he rolls the syllables of your name on his tongue they're nostalgic and taste like the sweat and laboured breaths of a long night between satin sheets. had you shot a scene together before? or had it been a one night stand?

pornstar!choso who realises that no, he hadn't slept with you before. but the familiarity of your name isn't a coincidence—he's fucked his fist to your videos more times than he can count. your name hits him like lightning, he had typed it into his search bar late in the night, cock hard and in need of instant relief. it's almost scary how well he knows you, what sounds you make when you get close to cumming, how you often arch your back and try to run from the overwhelming pleasure, how your eyebrows knit together when you're feeling so good it almost hurts.

pornstar!choso who realises with a now-red face that you probably don't have a clue who he is, and yet he's cum in time with you for months now. he's pretty sure he's drained his wallet at least twice on your cam shows... what if you recognise his name and piece it together with his username that he donates under? he debates cancelling the shoot, faking covid to get some time at home to hate himself endlessly.

but pornstar!choso realises that this is his chance to get to know how you really feel. he's imagined it so many times, as he fucked fake pussies or his closed fist using spit or his own cum as lube. you'd be warmer, undoubtedly tighter... so much prettier. and he wants to know more: would you prefer to take control and turn him into the toys he so often pretends are you? would you lay back all pretty and let him ruin you on his cock? how deep could you take him he knows he's big but you seem so eager, would you take him to the base with ease or would he have to force it in? bully your pretty pussy until it stretches to his shape?

pornstar!choso who hates the fact that your first, and possibly only, time together would be in front of a production crew and under the unsympathetic lights of a porn set. but he'd fuck on a stage in front of thousands if it means a taste of you.

pornstar!choso who makes it to the shoot before you do, comes ten minutes early to settle his anxieties and get a feel for the scene ahead. the director tells him its a simple shoot, that choso is meant to let you ride him for a while until you pull off and suck his cock for a nice close-up facial shot. the way the director speaks so clinically about sex with you makes choso grimace, he feels pathetic for feeling like this. like he'll be a changed man after feeling you around his cock, which is already painfully hard.

pornstar!choso who hates himself for stumbling over his words when he meets you. he wishes he had never looked you up, though he doesn't doubt seeing your pretty face like this would have wrecked his confidence regardless. you're kind, greet him with a shy smile as if he isn't about to slip balls deep inside of you.

pornstar!choso who, once he has you sitting on top of him on that bed—cameras pointed dutifully as you start to play your role and hike your skirt up so you can sink down on his cock—he can't handle the thought of fucking you like it's nothing, like it's not been the crux of his fantasies in the dark hours at night.

pornstar!choso who, probably to the detriment of his career, pushes you backwards onto the bed and connects his lips to yours in a kiss that surpasses every single fantasy he's had in his mind. you taste good, and he wants more. he speaks against your lips, asks whines a question that makes your stomach coil. 'can i eat you out first? please?'

pornstar!choso who is chided by the production team as he gets his head under your skirt and laps at your pussy in the most desperate act of need he thinks he's ever displayed. those that claim he falls in love with each shoot would be wholly correct in this case: he is in love with the taste of you, with the way your legs trap him in and ask for more. he could eat you for hours, run his tongue from your clit to dip it inside of you in reverence of the goddess he believes you to be. and you laugh at the absurdity of his hunger, at the courage it takes to run off script, and the pure need in which he eats you out.

pornstar!choso who only stops once the director threatens to cut the scene entirely. his cock hurts with how hard it is though, and he thinks the redirection of blood has made him lightheaded, because when he's made to sit back and let you sink down onto his length he swears he meets god.

pornstar!choso who can't help his whines as you ride him, an addiction already laying down roots in his brain. he has to try and think of anything less godly than you to hold on to his orgasm though, because the combination of your body and having subconsciously trained himself to associate you with climaxing is all too strong, and he's a hairs breadth away from cumming prematurely and ruining the scene.

pornstar!choso who realises as you continue, however, that your moans arent the same as he's heard them before, though the speakers of his phone. you're more breathy with him, your moans are less honeyed, more raw—as if coming from your chest rather than your throat. he wonders for a moment if he's not good enough, if you're having to fake your pleasure to save face for the cameras. but you're soaked, and even above the sounds of your shared pleasure he can still hear the squelch of his cock rutting in and out of you.

but before pornstar!choso can question himself further, your eyes are widening and you're latching a hand onto his throat as your pace increases. he can feel the way you tighten impossibly around him, the way your hips stutter and your pupils blow out with lust—you're cumming. and of course he remembers his instructions, to let you climb off of him and take his load over your face... but you're not climbing off of him.

pornstar!choso who understands the pointed look you manage to give him, that it's your turn to bypass the scene direction. you want to be greedy, to feel him finish inside of you, even through the confines of a condom. your moans arent fake, they're the first real ones you've let sound on a porn set—and choso is pulling them from your lungs like a choir's conductor.

pornstar!choso who can't last a minute longer, now with the way you lean in and coax him to climax with your voice, the soft praise that leaves your lips is an aphrodisiac and all too powerful. he sees stars when he cums, full blown galaxies too complex to imagine. call it an out-of-body experience or not, but choso is lost in his orgasm for long enough to warrant you bringing him back down with a soft kiss to his lips. he looks sinful: his hairs come loose, messy and stuck to his forehead. his eyes, though, are what's going to be the subject of a few screenshots taken by his fans: he looks totally infatuated.

pornstar!choso who, after taking a few minutes to settle himself after the shoot, watches as you walk over to him, a very pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips before you lean down and peck his lips goodbye. he assumes it's the last he'll see of you, that there's no way he's worthy of every tasting you again. that night, he's scared to brush his teeth, to lose the way you linger on his tongue.

pornstar!choso who debates fucking his fist to the memory of you in bed that night. he thinks you've ruined masturbation for him, or sex in general: nothing could quite be the same. and as if its a sign from god that he's done enough good in his life to deserve some positive karma, his phone dings.

a photo of you, a pretty vibrator laid over your stomach. your laptop open in the background, his porn playing on the screen.

attached, a message that makes the poor boy cum in his pyjama bottoms. 'lets meet up again. i want to tie you up and film how stupid you get with a vibe strapped to your cock—a movie just for us, though. no audience.'

pt 2 in the works :p

[untimelyambition]

i love christian lee hutson so unbelievably much but his music makes me so suicidal ive fully had to stop listening to him