#i love this so fucking much its not even a joke

[dilf-docs]

All Roads Lead To Rome

pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (BARK BARK BARK), smut, p. in v., bit of exhibition kink cause they fuck on his trailer, he swears he's mad but he just wants head, oral (m. receiving), he also uses his armor and skirt while at it bc its hot and not bc i totally want that to happen to me or smth!!!, brat taming, orgasm denial, breeding and daddy kink lowkey, i'm so down bad for him so there's fluff!!! + pedro being whipped cause that's exactly what i want in my men, the cast makes cameos bc i love them!!! use of spanish (i'm latina so don't even try me), pedro wearing a skirt tehee

word count: 3,519 words

side note: i'm about as FERAL and horny as much as one could be!!! damn u pedro, making me walk out in the middle of class and walk on foot to the nearest theather for an early gladiator II screening (bc they're cheaper and i'm a jobless broke student lmao) that mind u it's my first solo trip to the movies but it's okay!!!! nobody interrupt me on my horny dilf hours amirite I TELL U that cinema was almost empty: just me, pedro and hey there's a spot if u wanna join mescal (look at my blog banner IYKYK) so yeah!!!! enjoy this porn lovechild that steemed from it; my pedro renaissance that'd been asleep since tlou dropped AWAKES (u don't get it, i literally watched narcos just for him) i'm so fr i need this man BIBLICALLY!!

"Lemme guess, that's her, right?"

Pedro looks up from his phone, slightly red and embarrassed. He would blame the color on the sun, and as an actor, fake his way out.

"No idea what you're talking about, Paul"

The young man chuckles.

"I mean, every break we get, you take your chair, sit the farthest and pull your phone with the most ridiculous grin I've ever seen. I'm afraid to tell you, friend, you aren't as slick as you think"

He leans back against the chair, covering his face with his large palm.

"At least I tried" he finds no point in lying anymore, "seems like I'm addicted, but if it wasn't for y/n, I wouldn't touch it"

"I'm curious, though" Paul scoots his chair closer, "who texts who? You or her?"

"Me" he answers, but then corrects himself quickly, a bit ashamed of how that makes him sound, "but it's mostly her first".

"Right" he doesn't sound convinced, rather curious and annoyed, something he's too old and tired for, "I don't believe you"

He's about to lock his phone, but the wallpaper (a selfie with you) would probably earn him another mock from Mescal.

"Too bad I don't need you to"

Before he can do so, the irish man yanks his phone away.

"Give it back!" he shouts, earning a few glances from the crew around them, "what are you, ten?"

"No, twenty-eight" they look like kids bickering. "No need to fight me, Mr. Pascal, they haven't taught us the new fighting choreography yet" he mocks, before the phone chimes; they both stop at the sound.

"What does this mean?" Paul asks. "Malta's nice" he reads out loud, "were you talking about possible future vacations? I might have to tag along"

He doesn't follow the man's joke, instead, looking at the message on your chat. Malta's nice, says the little cryptic message, and yes―it is cryptic, because you were just talking about missing each other and some other corny stuff he'd take to his grave. Not vacations, and certainly, not about the european island, which happens to also be the place were he's filming his latest movie.

"No, we weren't" he replies confused, "what do you think it means?"

"Well, obviously, you boys don't know anything" May pops up from behind, laughing.

"Were you eavesdropping?" he asks playfully, albeit, a little offended.

"No, you guys are just too loud" she replies nonchalant. "Besides, you aren't very good at hiding it, either"

"That's what I said!" Paul backs, laughing on his face.

"Stop being misterious and just drop it"

"It means" she pauses―laughing at her own little dramatic effect, "that you're getting a visit soon"

When you met Pedro, you were working in The Last Of Us. Nothing fancy, just part of the technical cast of the show: helping with the filming and stuff.

During those months, it was easy to find yourself falling for the main star (alongside Bella Ramsey), especially when you spent months behind a camera, capturing all of his perfect features; learning them by memory until you could draw them without seeing his face.

Yes, you had fallen for the older man, because it was as natural as breathing; easy as being alive―the fall so gentle and so easy, it was hard to know when the feelings started. You just woke up one day, feeling different.

You liked to act up―always had what you wanted, and times had changed (so it's not like he had to ask first): why not? Which is why during your last day of shooting you took some liquid courage on your veins and went up his way. It was at a little gathering the crew you've grown to call family organized, while wearing your favorite and tightest dress, that you approached him.

It surprised you that he even recognized you, but that's who he was: warm, welcoming and caring.

To augment the surprise, turns out he had eyed you already, but was too shy to do anything. Yes, the worlds most famous Chilean man. It did stroke your ego, and maybe that's why you feel like most of the time, you've got the upper hand on your relationship, despite the years in between.

You know your boyfriend isn't exactly the type to scold or get mad―despite his strong figure, but going against the only thing he asked you might test him. Which is why you feel nervous, despite the happiness around you, everyone in the airport looking straight out of a picture perfect summer edition magazine.

Still, you feel like the last message you just sent was a bit too blunt. Now you sit at the tiny airport, pondering your next move.

And your theory is proven exactly right when you arrive impromptu at the Gladiator II set: making heads turn and guards almost kick you out, thinking you're a fan.

"You don't get it!" you protest, "he's my boyfriend".

"Sure", they laugh on your face. "you're not the first to say that".

"She's not lying" oh, how you love that gravely voice. But not today: not when he sounds like a parent scolding a naive child. Not when his eyes bore into you, slightly irritated.

So now he's dragging you among the set, right to were his trailer is.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" you ask, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. He keeps dragging you by the arm, without sparing a glance in your way. Who does he think he is? "I wanted to tell Paul he made me cry―twice. You know I don't play about Normal People and Aftersun"

"But you do seem to play about my orders" he grunts out, opening the door to his trailer. The sunlight reflects against the white, slightly bothering your eyes with its shine, contrary to your boyfriend's gloomy behaviour.

"Are you being serious right now? You're not my dad to scold me. I just wanted to surprise you" you stand still, refusing to get inside. Pedro knows your character tends to be stubborn, and thought he finds it hot to reel you up sometimes, there are other times where he can't just stand that juvenile spirit of rage you tend to have when things don't go the way you want them to. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same" he mocks. "Get inside. Now"

"Rude" you scoff, but obey regardless, and he breathes out relieved you didn't do a scene like last time; he still can't show his face on that restaurant to this day.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me" you say a tad bit dissapointed, and Pascal feels the pissed off feelings clouding his brain start to dissipate.

"I do, amor" he sighs, "just hate to see you do things I tell you not to; waltzing in here like you own the place".

You don't see the mistake, though. What's wrong with wanting to do a little surprise? It's not like you were a stalker or something; just a very clingy girlfriend who happens to miss her boyfriend.

"So, you're not mad?" you venture, "tell me you're not embarrassed"

He looks at you, the fondness of his gaze betraying him.

"I'm not the one wearing a skirt while trying to sound intimidating" you joke while caressing the crook of his nose, knowing you always get on his good side. Being mad isn't something that lasts, "if anyone should be embarrassed, that's you"

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear one because I'm a man?" your boyfriend looks offended, "Have you forgotten the movie I'm starring in? People feared the skirt-wearing Roman army"

"Well, I'm not intimidated" you stand defiant, and something dark tints his brown eyes. You can feel the excitement begin pooling in your stomach.

"You're not?" he grips your wrists and yanks you to him, then holds your chin, tilting your head between his calloused fingers. "Well, cariño, you should be"

Your body slams against one of the trailers walls, and you have to suppress a whine.

"You must be punished for what you did today"

You give him a doe-eye look, pretending to be all innocent, as if you weren't enjoying the punishment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been a good girl"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he clicks his tongue, "don't play dumb with me"

"I just came to visit you" you murmur, voice husky against his ear. He grunts, and with the proximity, his hard-on rasps against your bare legs, only partly covered by the flowy summer dress you're wearing, "is that so bad?"

"It is. Has sido mala, cariño" his hand travels down under your dress, carresing with his large palm the silhoutte of your ass. The rings on his fingers create a shock, cold metal against your warm sun-bathed skin. "Naughty girl"

"I promise I'll be good, papi" you purr, using that honeyed voice of yours that makes it hard: hard to say no and hard between his pants.

Pedro sits on a small couch he has inside the trailer, guiding you with his hand enveloped around yours, motioning you to follow with a care so soft, you'd doubt he's about to do to you what he is about to do to you. He pulls you across his lap, smiling (God, you love his smile) as your stomach presses against his tights.

"Don't worry" he breathes low, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you a good girl. Tell me, aren't you?"

You swallow, "I am"

He moves the panties easily to the side, rubbing your pussy a little. He then spanks it softly, making you mewl at the sting.

Pedro continues to trace over it, "Are you sure about that?"

"N-no" you shiver in delight, resolve dissolving as quick as it came. "I'm naughty"

"It's good to be aware" he murmurs, "Dilo otra vez"

"I'm a naughty girl"

He lifts your head by your hair. "Tell me what you did"

"Disobeyed your orders, coming to the set" you whisper. He lets go of your hair, his hands traveling down again, slowly teasingly rubbing your pussy while he humms.

"You were a little brat, amor"

You whimpered and mewled in delight. "I was a very naughty brat"

He pushed his fingers inside you, plunging his fingers into your pussy.

"Look at you. You're soaking wet" he pumped his fingers in you, making you moan, "Is that why you came to see me? Couldn't wait any longer for daddy to be inside of you?"

You bucked a little, making him stop. He drags his fingers out, causing you to beg for him to go back.

"Answer my question you greedy thing" He leaned closer to your ear. "Did you need my cock this much?"

You whimper, "I do! Missed you so much"

He pushed his fingers back into you, provoking a moan out of you.

"You're always so needy for me" your core tenses, making you shiver. "How badly do you want me? Tell me"

You whimpered "Badly, papi"

"Say it" his face contorts in satisfaction at your pathethic display; crying little mess, "Who's cock, fingers and mouth make you feel good?"

You can't think at this point, your brain fuzzy and pussy hot, leaking. You kiss his lips, moaning against them, "you!"

"Just me, yes? Nobody else can make you feel this good?"

"No one!"

You involuntarily roll your hips to aid you in pleasure, yet Pedro stops you just before you can reach your orgasm.

"Little brat." he tuts, making you groan. "Did you think I'd let you? You were naughty today, baby"

You huff in annoyance, used to having your way.

"That's your punishment"

"But I'll behave" you mewl against his ear, "I promise"

“Good, because I'm planning on fucking your brains out” his hot breathe whispers in your ear seductively, trying his best not to slur the words at the drunken haze that your arousal provokes in him, "but you have to help me first"

You get on your knees, looking at the garment he's wearing. The skirt and general costume makes this all the more hot, mouth watering at the sight. You raise the skirt, glancing at the briefs; just seeing his dick strained against the fabric makes you wet in anticipation.

He sees the pleasure bore into your orbs, and before you do any dirty idea of yours, he's already warning:

"You have to take this off, what if we-"

"Alright" you cut him off, "but the skirt stays"

"Sigue, pues" he growls, voice low yet demanding, following you in your little game.

As you pull the briefs down, his erection springs out enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

"That's right" he chokes out, "show me how much you missed it"

You give him a proud lick, and Pedro hisses at the moment his preseminal fluid goes in between your hungry lips.

Your tongue darts to the head of his cock, running over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. He keeps praising as you pump the base of his cock with your hand. Your head bobs, yet you peek up to hear Pascal's little sounds and facial expression, a motivation so intimate in the way his brows furrow and eyes roll, mouth agape at your movements while his lip suck on those pretty lips of his. It makes you keep going. With every bob you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. A throaty moan escapes the man above you when you now focus on the final lick, making him closer to coming, all while maintaining eye contact the entire way through.

"Don't do that" he rasps, yanking you by the hair again, as of punishment, but he knows you enjoy it, "you promised you'd be good"

You can't answer, so instead, you reach the head of his cock again, and now his eyes roll back, mumbling profanities that sound like heaven.

"Do you want them to hear us, brat? Qué necia eres" he manages to chastise while moaning.

You feel his dick stuck in your throat, and the way he's about to come; you think that after some time dating, you know him well enough.

You're about to leave with your mouth when he stops you.

"No" your eyes open in shock, "what? Did you think your punishment is over?" Pedro laughs, "don't look at me like that. Like you have never done it before"

He keeps you in place by the hair, the rings prickling against your scalp. You feel his muscles tense up, and before you can think anything else thick and hot shots of cum invade your mouth, making it sticky and warm.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" his voice goes dark, husky. "Swallow it all. Te han enseñado a no desperdiciar nada, ¿verdad? Show me your good manners, then"

When you pull out, your throat feels raspy.

"You gotta reward me" you cough out.

"I promised, didn't I?" his fingers trace your face delicately, with adoration.

"It's all about duty, General Acacius" you purr, and the dick springs out again. Hard.

"Princess..." he warns.

"For the glory of Rome" you joke and laugh, then cough, as your throat is still sore.

"Have you been reading my script?" as you avoid to answer, he just chuckles, "ay, nena"

"C'mere" he motions, and you sit on his lap again. Pedro lifts your dress, exploring the curve of your ass. There's anticipation as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to access your core.

"Fuck" you squirm at his touch, grinding your freed cunt against his hard cock. He grabs you by the hip, adjusting you right on his lap.

"You taste so good" he kisses down your throat, ending at the chest were your tits peak.

"Want them?" you offer, pulling your dress down. He kisses them, gently nipping at your perked up nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through you, and with whines and moans, you show how desperate you are, the hunger making the meal taste better. After all those weeks missing him, you just want him to fuck you senseless.

His lips are rosy and swollen against yours, mouths clashing; starved of the yearned contact. Truth is, no matter how much you know how to touch yourself, it'll never be the same as having his hard cock tear through your tight folds.

Pedro easily aligns his leaking cock with your uncovered pussy, all while mantaining the kiss. He pushes down on you, your dripping cunt taking all of his rock-hard cock, fingers holding onto the soft brown grey sprinkled locs.

"Pedro" you cry out his name, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His low grunts only fuel your desire.

You trace with your eyes his body, now bare without the upper part of the costume: his pecs and abs, flexing with every pump. With now free hands, your fingers travel to softly caress his stomach, even if your tits are jiggling and the pace frenetic.

"I miss your tummy" you pout.

"I miss eating too" he whispers out, tiredly. He's reminded of his old age, forgetting about it as soon as you two kiss, because you bring out a stamina he thinks he doesn't have anymore; almost animalistic. His bones creak and adding the tiring filming day under the hot sun, he feels his body start to give up, the orgams closer and closer.

"No matter how you look" you clash your lips onto his, the adoration translating through the smile you press against, a trail of saliva that symbolizes how interwined you are, "you always look so fucking good"

He blushes, feeling like a stupid school boy with a crush. What did he even do to deserve you? Never thought a pretty young wild thing like you would even spare a glance on his way, but now you're taking all of his cock inside with such greed yet loom into his eyes with a love he's only dreamed of.

You're real, and his.

As soon as those words leave your mouth your orgasm spills over him, some of it dripping onto the skirt, making him curse. You can't stop, still meeting his thrusts halfway, despite your trembling body after reaching your high.

"Mierda" he groans against your mouth,

You feel yourself collapsing on top of him, the weight of the jet lag catching up.

"Getting tired, baby?" he coos. "Shit, and I thought I was old"

"You are" you reply back; you can never not have the last word. And he lets you, because, God, doesn't he love you? He pretends to look offended by it, but the way your eyes shine tell him you didn't mean it that way. "You and your white hairs" tracing over his moustache, a soft hand combing through his locks, "These wrinkles... don't you know how much I love them? how much I love you?"

"And you have no idea how much I love you" he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling it coming through. "God, wanna make you mine. Sólo mía" his pace slows. It's coming, and yes, you will take it all. "Wanna make you a baby, mami. Want you to take it all like the good girl you are"

When he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you're numb. But there's a feeling so content that pools warmth in your chest, that you can't say anything else, resting your head against his bare chest, both covered in sticky sweat.

"No sé cómo voy a explicar esto" he speaks through ragged breathes, and you can only smirk, "a squirted and cummed roman skirt".

"That isn't my problem" he scoffs, and you feel your head rise against the movement, earning a laugh out of you, "I'm not part of the movie"

"You'd sure think so, with the way you walked in here"

You roll your eyes, face hidden against his chest, "can you let that go?"

"You're right" he pulls you closer to him, hand enveloping you behind your bare back. The quiet doesn't bother you as you lie closer to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to be at peace, "I think punishment time is over. Think you've learned your lesson"

"Then, how about we go out? I've heard Malta's beaches are pretty"

"Relájate, cariño. Seems you've gotten your energy back" he quips, then kisses your forehead. "We need to wait for everyone to get out"

"That embarrased you are of me?" you joke.

"No" he can already imagine his fellow cast members making fun of him, starting with Paul and Joseph when they see you and Connie who she totally notices the fun sticky stains on the costume, "but embarrased of the explanation I'll have to give"

[miaoua3]

Hello! Can you write an sfw/nsfw headcannon version for soonyoung pls? Love your writing!🫰

hii! ofc i can, it would be my pleasure, i hope you enjoy this!

Husband! Hoshi Headcanons

•(sfw! hcs):

we all already know that he’s a cuddle bug, but the extent that his need to be touching you goes to is beyond what any of us could imagine. he’s constantly up in your space, touching you in any way possible. if you are doing chores around the house, instead of helping you by doing something, he will just hang onto your shirt and follow you around, talking animatedly. if you are sitting down, you better expect for his head to be resting on your shoulder

whenever he needs something, he just calls for you (aka screams “baaaabee!”through the house until you hear him and come to him lmao), doesn’t matter that most of the times the thing that he’s looking for is right in front of him, he’s a bit blind sometimes (or so he tells, in reality he does it because he finds your annoyed little pout so adorable)

instead of kissing, he loves to often rub your noses together as a sign of affection, something about just feels so silly and cute and domestic to him he can rarely resist the urge to do it, plus you always smile so brightly whenever he does it so its a win-win situation

he loves that with you he can be as childish and silly as he wants, that you will always join him in his silly missions to make everyone laugh, that you will always laugh along with him no matter how ridiculous and stupid his jokes are. he loves that you are his youth quite literally, and that with you along his side, he can climb on top of the world

three words: matching tiger pyjamas. you didn’t have much of a choice, really, he just bought them for you two one day, and as you tried to let him down gently, his big brown puppy eyes looked at you pleadingly, ready to say “please?” as you were about to refuse him, and suddenly you just sighed in defeat. so guess which pyjamas you two wear the majority of the month, except for the few says it takes to wash and dry them?

compliments you all the time-both when he intends to and when he isn’t even aware that what he said is considered a compliment. for example, if you are getting ready, doing your makeup or taking it off, he will just come behind you, hug you and while smiling say “you are so very pretty, the prettiest in this whole wide world. i must’ve saved korea as a nation in my past life to get the honour of having you in this life.”, or for the times when he is unaware of it-you were just looking at some flowers as you were walking through a botanic garden when he said “i don’t know much about flowers, but whenever i see this flower (points to a, say, hibiscus), it reminds me of you, because you both are so pretty and look so gentle.” bro isn’t even trying yet he got you crying

loves loves LOVES surprising you with at-home picnics, just as you walk through the door of your house, he’s running towards you, taking your hand so he can lead you to the living room where the stuff is all set up-the white bedsheet handing from two chairs, under the sheet fairy lights wrapped around the chairs, a blanket on the floor with lots and lots of food spread on it. he loves how it always makes you smile and how easy it is to make you happy

•(nsfw! hcs):

has stamina of a BEAST, like it isn’t enough that he seemingly gets boners all the time, the sight of your collarbones is enough to make him hug your from behind, slowly grinding his hips against your ass while he mumbles “please babe, lemme make you feel good hm? it’s been so long since i’ve fucked you, let me make you cum on my dick” (btw it hasn’t even been that long, you two had sex two days prior but ok lmao). the moment he sees you close your eyes, he knows he’s won. cue at least 3 hours of him pounding into you, his skin slapping against yours, both your skins burning from the force they meet. at some point you feel so exhausted that you just lay there, face in the pillow, while he holds your hips in the air as he fucks you from behind

is so enthusiastic about eating you out that he overstimulates you, not only are his fingers fast inside of your pussy, but he’s sucking on your clit so hard, it makes tears fall from your eyes very easily. he just wants you to feel so good (but also to squirt all over his face) that he can spend hours just lapping at your juices, mumbling “c’mom pretty girl, just one more, make a mess on my face, that’s what it’s for, it’s for you to sit on it and make yourself cum on it” bsjqbsjqkq

speaking of-dirty talk with him goes CRAAAZY, not even because he wants it to, he just says whatever it’s on his mind, his thoughts a mess thrown up the moment they appear in his mind. he’s a moaning mess, sucking hickeys into your skin, kissing you sloppily, all while he’s repeating “pussy so good, fuck, want to stay here forever. want to cum inside of you all the time, to make you full with my cum-shit, ahh, so tight, im gonna-“ cue more moaning and whining as he nears his end

on the same note- breeding kink. we all know that one clip where he said he wants a whole football team (thank you scoups for the metaphor lmao). and even now, he often talks about getting married and having kids, so i think the moment he put that ring on you, he got down to BUSINESS. i’m talking he soaks your pussy AND your sheets with hair cum, if he could, he would make you wear a plug so none of it spills out and that it’s 100% sure that you end up pregnant from it. the thoughts of your heavy, full and lactating breasts, your round belly, and a little girl that has a smile just like yours, haunt his dreams on the daily

he is unintentionally so rough, like not only does he manhandle you into positions that he needs you in, if you are too far gone to be listening to him, he will just grab you by your neck to get your attention, or pull on your hair so you can watch him fuck you in the mirror, eyes trained on your gaping mouth and bouncing tits. the thing is- he doesn’t do it out of the need to be dominant, it’s just that it’s a part of his fantasy, of exactly what he imagined for that night to be, so if you aren’t following it, he will take the matter into his own hands (quite literally).

he isn’t really sure why, but he loves it when you end up crying from the overstimulation and pleasure, and when you mascara runs down your cheeks. you just look so ruined, and it makes him feel so good and smug that he’s the only one that has the honour of seeing you sobbing for him to both stop and to cum inside of you, the only one who gets to squish your mascara stained cheeks together and make you focus on him, the only one that makes your legs tremble and shake every day. the only one that gets to fuck a baby into you. the only one you crave.

(act surprised for this one) he is low-key into collars. he isn’t all that sure about leashes, but a pretty little collar wrapped around your pretty neck? and if it has a heart shaped buckle? he is a goner. he won’t ever recover from the amount of fantasy material the sight gives him, how primal it makes him feel. plus the look you make whenever he puts two fingers through that heart shaped buckle and pulls you towards him by it? it will literally make him kneel in front of a god and thank him for that sight (not really something he should discuss with a god, yknow, given that it’s about your sex life and all that but eh, whatever lol)

[yaseraphine]

short-medium mercury observations bcuz I am feeling silly

A little silly astro obs until I am finished with the capricorn rising one. This post is just leo mercury non sense please don't mind me

I feel like a lot of water mercuries, especially scorpio mercuries, don’t talk much. They tend to observe, analyze and stay kind of out of the conversation. They only speak when it’s necessary. The opposite of a yapper basically

They also tend to have deep voices, both for men and women.

Capricorn mercuries can be a bit like this too. Really dry texters (as a leo mercury it gives me anxiety i feel like they hate me when they talk to me.. like if you hate me just tell me ☹️💔😭)

I genuinely don’t understand capricorns, and capricorn energy. Except when it’s in the ascendant or Venus, their energy is unreadable to me. Whenever I interact with a Capricorn, I feel like they hate me and don’t want to be there because they are not really expressive when they speak and are really direct and realists in their talking style. As a Leo mercury, I feel so judged 🫠😟Like if you hate me just say that💔😭😫

I am super expressive when I speak, kind of like a theater kid. Kind of like the voices in cartoons. Overtly excited when saying worldly stuff, like talking about the weather in the most dramatic way. When I speak, my tone goes up and down, it feels like you’re on a roller coaster when you interact with me. I have had people coming to me many times in the streets or the library telling me that I am too loud and that I should lower my voice to be respectful lol💀🤡💩 sorry😀

Aries and Leo mercuries, sometimes sag mercuries : we can’t shut the f up to save our lives lol the number of times i have been kicked out of class with my friends at school for being too loud, and laughing too much i can’t even count help-💀🤪🤠

Mercury in Sagittarius are so funny but at the same time so cringe my mom has it and she always makes corny dad jokes and she’s always the only one laughing at the diner table lmaoo

Mercuries in Gemini are so fucking smart, not in a genius way, but they can pick up on stuff so easily. Like understanding a text, or seeing the main points of a text without reading it in its entirety. They are really good at making connections between things, and connections that make sense. They are generally as logical as virgo mercuries, but they lack the meticulous side. They are pretty much to me a virgo mercury with ADHD on crack lol I'd say instead of being smart, they are more so perceptive, insightful or astute.

Some Mercury in Pisces sometimes speak so cryptically that it gets hard to understand, once they open their mouths, where they are going with what they’re trying to say. Their talking style is kind of surreal and romantic. They tend to create new words, and change up the grammar and verb conjugations. Their sensitivity and capacity to perceive things that cannot be seen by the naked eye is what makes them invent those words, because the already existing vocabulary isn’t enough to express this hyper specific thing or feeling they have.

Mercury in Pisces and Mercury in Virgo were placements that I found in the biggest readers I know. Both love reading and writing, and they have a thing for romance novels or fantasy books from what I've seen. Really delulu people in their own respective ways 🫡 but at the same time really talented 😁😍

the type of fiction virgo and pisces mercuries be writing on AO3 and Quotev instead of being productive members of society :

i just know a pisces mercury was behind this soul crushing poem 😞😔😿🫂

[atlasrayz]

Ok hi time to rant abt hazbin/helluva because i will forever be upset about the outcome of those shows.

Indie animation has been on a rise lately, with so many different amazing shows being available on youtube.

I watched the hazbin hotel pilot around the time it came out, and it really interested me. The characters seemed interesting and the premise wasnt really something you see often. I was excited.

I kept up with Viv's work and got into helluva boss. I thought it had some good jokes and the bits of lore we got made me want to keep watching. However, the premise of literally every episode is the same. A bad ex or a bad dad. Its a formula, and it shows up in Hazbin too.

Viv has some obsession with daddy issues, and problems with characterising her women characters. Charlie is the *main character* of Hazbin Hotel, but she has literally no growth or development. Millie also falls victim to this.

The one episode where she actually gets some attention feels... wrong? It felt like they were mischaracterising Moxxie so that they can fabricate conflict between Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie loves his wife, and he has literally never once been shown or implied that he would try to upstage her. Yeah, he's definitely got some inferiority going on, hes constantly being belittled by Blitz. Hes the show's punching bag, but i feel like it had never been implied that he hated himself more than he loved his wife. I hate that episode with a burning passion because how tf are you going to mischaracterise your own fucking characters.

I hate the way they did Lucifer. He should NOT have been some wacky, silly guy who just doesnt know how to reach out to his daughter. He's not bad! He's just anxious UwU. His entire character is irritating. Having a wacky fun character is fine, i love characters like that, but Lucifer shouldn't have been that character.

In the pilot, it was implied that Lucifer hangs over Charlie and his influence puts a lot of pressure on her, but then we meet him and hes just. A guy. Who doesnt talk to his daughter a lot. Which makes absolutely no sense. You could argue that they retconned a lot from the pilot, which, yeah, its all new voice actors so, sure. But then, why wouldnt they remake it in some way, in any way?

Not to mention that all the characters feel flat. Even in Helluva. In Helluva we get filler and backstory, but even then the characters dont change or grow. Quite literally the only good thing out of Helluva is Fizz. His arc and story is the only one that actually breaks from the formula of bad ex bad dad and his character actually changes from the lessons in the episode. I love Fizz for pretty much that reason alone.

Moxxie and Biltz have an episode where they promise to be nicer to eachother *and then they fucking don't?* They stay the *exact same* towards each other. If you're going to do that, then don't make a story based show. Make one of those slice of life, 10 minute episodes combined into one 20 minute episode that shows no growth, and is just there to be fun. Those shows arent bad, they just have a different purpose.

I've been so upset with the results of Hazbin Hotel. The pacing is awful, the characters have no time to change or grow, and their dynamics just arent interesting. It sucks because I saw a world where this indie show got on amazon prime (!!) And was amazing and did amazing things and set the stage for other indie shows to finally get big and then all we got was poorly written, rushed slop that feels like a huge kick in the teeth to anyone who cared about the show. Or, at least, it did to me.

[anghelcode]

share some prowlbee hcs GO!

oh my god anon dont even joke /silly

one of my fav hcs is how i exactly interpret this dynamic to be more like [here]

other than that:

- Bumblebee would claim staring or learning about earth creatures is lame and loser activity, but he sees prowl do it often and gets an unknowing urge to do the same, he doesnt know why, but he somehow ends up slowly and surely learn so much not only from prowl but from other sources too

- Prowl is a sweet tooth, so is bee. id imagine they steal each others goods, then claim it sucks while chewing on them

- They may biker each other but there were times where they accidentally got close or flirty during banters. Bee is the one to remember those with pride

- They like to race in empty places, like these 2 get competitive if they want to! Especially in race, somehow a way to bond

- Oh and kind of in videogames too, but prowls like jotaro aka fucking sucks at playing games in general, however bee helped him learn at least the basics of game mechanics or controllers

- They didn't know that they r in love with each other 💀 they dont even know what love is so imagine how stupid they sounded saying shit like "Everytime i saw prowl my spark would start pulsing faster: i think its of pure hatred". Only later in series theyd even learn to accept their feelings

- They unintentionally pick each others speech or stims, unfortunately. Bumblebee says shit like "homunculus" while prowl cannot stop himself from slipping and says "skibidi", which drives him more mad than before

- ADHD x Autism

Ok i think that's all i have as of rn with these 2!!

[naanima]

I don't know what caused all of us concurrently to have so much Maxiel feels in the past 42 hours or so. But I caught the bug, but instead of working on the 5 Daniel Ricciardo fics I'm writing, my brain decided it wanted to spend an hour (it was like 40mins) to write this Max Pov fic. MAXIEL.

Max loving Daniel through the years. As a friend. Honest.

It is unbetad, I literally word vomited this out. Haven't been posted on Ao3 yet bcos I might add to it sometime later, or it might be added to a longer piece I'm working on.

Words: Around 700ish words.

Max knew he loved Daniel three months into joining Red Bull. It wasn't one single thing, it was an accumulation of soft words, loud laughs, and gentle touches when Max felt like the world was ending because he couldn't fucking race as well as he should have, when he was barely containing his rage at the car not fucking being good enough, and when he felt like they were wasting time doing promos and other useless things that wasn't racing. It was that and all the ways Daniel defended him against the media and anyone else who said anything bad about him, even when it was the truth.

So of course Max went from having a little crush on Daniel to loving Daniel. It was very hard not to love Daniel. And even years later Max still could not understand those that hated Daniel.

Loving Daniel only increased the sex dreams Max had of Daniel. It was fine, Max had a handle on it. Daniel was very beautiful and liked to flirt, and Max matched Daniel with a similar energy. He loved Daniel, and if Daniel was ever serious about any of it, Max would of course jumped the man. But they weren't like that, and women was just easier when Max was still a F1 driver. So he kept on flirting, kept on pushing the line, and laughed uncontrollably as Daniel stuttered and stumbled over Max's words and actions.

Max never lost at anything, he was not losing "gay chicken" to Daniel.

And bit by bit Max was figuring out that he had a physical and mental type when it came to people he found attractive - dark haired and olive skinned and a beautiful smile. He liked them driven, funny, and a sliver of mean streak. He added older to the list when he met Kelly.

Max loved Daniel, and he knew Daniel at the very least liked him a lot, and when Daniel left Red Bull he still spent time with him, still defended him, and still laughed at his jokes, Max knew that Daniel loved him too. They weren't best friends, but they were friends who knew each other than almost anyone else could understand them because of their careers.

They spent years like that, having each other's back, loving each other, spending time together. They had their ups and downs like any friendship, months where they didn't speak to each other because they were angry at each other. But Max always knew that the silence was temporary because he knew Daniel, he trusted their friendship, and Daniel has never failed him before.

Max watched Daniel's career rise and fall, went from a bright shining star to crashing into the dirt making a crater with Daniel in the centre of its wreckage. And Max couldn't do one fucking thing beside be there, beside spend time with Daniel off track, beside sending messages of support.

Daniel was a good person, an excellent driver, and someone Max loved. It was frustrating. Everyone else in life talked about Daniel with hints of barely hidden regret, as if somehow Daniel was lesser than he was, as if he wasn't beautiful and talented and fucking driven.

Marko and Christian stopped talking about what they would differently with Daniel in his presence, stopped hinting at how Daniel was a coward who didn't fight. His father stopped making snide remarks about Daniel never being a good driver, and Kelly, well, Kelly stopped looking at Daniel with sharp eyes as if weighing his worth against her's in Max's life.

Max wasn't sure he wanted the answer to that.

There were many times Max wanted to punch everyone in fucking throat for them trying to rip pieces out of Daniel. He held back because he had control now. He made sure he supported Daniel more.

It didn't click together until Daniel had hugged him on international television, clung to him like a koala that Daniel had made Max touch all those years ago, and Daniel was so thin, soft skin over lean muscles and bones, the last bit of fat burnt away by the past few years.

And oh. The world had turned slightly on its axle, and Max realised that he didn't just love Daniel.

Well. Of course he was in love with Daniel.

Daniel was simply lovely.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Rivals With Benefits | Jey x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: Roman and Iris' wedding day arrives.

Chapter: 5/5

Face Claim: Ariana Debose.

Warnings: Flirting, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, petnames, praise, possessiveness, p in v.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. This is the Jey x Jax sequel to Swipe Right. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is not smut in Chapter 1, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. This particular story features Jey as a Daddy Dom (Not Mysterio, you fucking nerds 😂) google if necessary and if this isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 3,570

My masterlist can be found here.

🏷 Taglist - @xbriexx @acute-crashout-jeyuso @romansvrse @justazzi @vampygomez @mselenalovebug @lov3rla03 @jstarr86 @mindairy @biscochito23 @yana3sworld

As the day of the wedding approached, the anticipation and excitement grew to fever pitch. Everyone was in a whirlwind of preparations, from picking out final details to ensuring everything was perfect for the big day.

And for Jey, it was all happening at a time when his feelings for Jax were reaching a boiling point.

He found himself spending even more time with her, helping with last minute details and basking in her presence.

Every smile, every touch, every laugh was like a dagger to his heart.

But he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of his growing affection. But she wouldn't want him back. Not truly.

Despite the growing tension between them, Jey did his best to maintain a facade of normalcy.

He tried to hide his true feelings, joking and laughing with the rest of the wedding party as they prepared for the big day.

But every time he caught Jax's eye, he felt a pang in his chest. He was aching to tell her how he truly felt, but the fear of rejection kept him silent.

As the hours ticked by, the time for the wedding drew near.

The venue was decorated beautifully, and the air was thick with excitement and joy.

Jey watched as Jax interacted with guests

He couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy regarding all this wedding stuff. He was happy for his cousin getting to marry Iris, the love of his life but he also wondered.. when will it be his turn?

As the wedding ceremony began, Jey took his place at the altar, next to Jimmy near Roman.

He tried to focus on the moment, but his eyes kept drifting towards Jax.

She looked absolutely stunning in her bridesmaid dress, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at the sight of her. She was beautiful. She was sweet, kind, soft when she felt safe and comfortable. He was her safe and comfortable and he wanted her more than anything.

The reception was in full swing, with music and laughter filling the air.

Jey sat at the table with his friends and family, trying to enjoy the festivities.

But he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered in his heart.

Every so often, he would catch himself stealing glances at Jax, admiring her from afar.

As the night went on, the dance floor filled up, and the party reached its peak.

Jey sat at the table, watching everyone have fun, feeling a mix of emotions.

As the music played on, Jax spotted Jey sitting alone at the table.

She made her way over to him, a smile on her face. "Hey," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "You're not dancing?"

Jey's heart skipped a beat as he heard her voice. He looked up at her, trying to keep his composure.

"Nah, not really in the mood," he replied, forcing a casual tone.

"Well.. We pulled off a great wedding. Maybe we do make a really good team." Jax smiled, "I might have to take Jimmy's job as your tag team partner." She joked.

Jey couldn't help but chuckle at her joke.

"Yeah, I suppose you do make a good tag team partner," he said, trying to hide the hint of sadness in his voice.

Jax noticed the hidden emotion in his tone, she reached out and touched his hand gently.

"You okay, Jey?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Jey's heart fluttered at her touch, and he felt a rush of emotions surge through him.

He wanted to say something, anything, to let her know how he felt. But the fear of rejection kept him silent.

Instead, he just nodded, unable to meet her gaze.

The moment stretched on, and the weight of Jey's unspoken feelings became too much to bear.

He couldn't keep them bottled up any longer.

"Jax, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jax's heart skipped a beat as she heard the seriousness in his voice.

She sat down next to him, her eyes locked on his face.

"What is it?" she asked, her own voice filled with a mix of anticipation and concern.

Jey took a deep breath, gathering his courage.

"I... I've been feeling things lately," he began, struggling to find the right words. "Feelings I never thought I'd feel."

Jax's heart was pounding in her chest as she listened to Jey's confession.

She could sense the vulnerability in his voice, and it was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Jey continued, his voice trembling slightly. "You're always on my mind, and it's driving me crazy."

Jax's eyes widened in surprise as she heard Jey's words.

She hadn't expected this, and her heart was racing with a mix of emotions.

"Jey, I..." she started to say, but she couldn't find the words.

"I know our first date was a trainwreck, i know we fight like cats and dogs.. But if you just give me one do-over.." Jey says.

Jax was stunned into silence for a moment, her mind reeling from the confession.

She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the vulnerability and sincerity in Jey's voice was undeniable.

After a moment, she found her voice again.

"One do-over?" she repeated, her eyes locked on his.

Jey nodded, his heart in his throat.

"I want to do things right this time," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I want to take you on a proper date, without the drama and without fighting."

Jax's heart skipped a beat again as she imagined the possibilities.

A proper date, with Jey. No fighting, no tension, just the two of them, enjoying each other's company.

She would have never thought about giving him a second chance before, but now...

"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She was surprised by how quickly she had agreed, but there was no denying the flutter in her chest at the thought of being his.

Jey's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and hope at her agreement.

"Really?" he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Jax bit her lip, feeling a rush of emotions swirling within her.

She knew that she had been denying her feelings for him for a long time, but now that he had confessed his own feelings, it was impossible to keep them hidden any longer.

"Jey," she said, taking a deep breath. "I've been falling for you too."

Jey's heart soared at her confession, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"You have?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

He couldn't believe it, but he knew that she wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true.

"I want you. I want you to cuddle, to watch movies with. I want you to take care of me. To be my Daddy Dom. If you'll have me." Jax responds the last part in a whisper. Not that anyone was paying attention to them, or could hear them over the music for that matter.

Jey's heart rate quickened even more at her confession, and his eyes widened in surprise.

He had never imagined that she would say something like that.

But as he looked at her, he could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the desire and longing that mirrored his own.

"I want all of that too," he whispered back, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire and anticipation.

Jey's eyes darkened as he looked at her, his thoughts running wild with possibilities.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Jax nodded, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey reached out and gently pulled her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist possessively.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and full of desire.

"Then I'm all yours," he said, his voice a husky whisper.

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Meanwhile, Lele was walking through the crowded wedding reception when she suddenly collided with someone, causing them to spill a drink all over her.

She looked up, annoyed and irritated, to see Zilla, Roman's younger cousin if she wasn't mistaken.

"Watch where you're going," Lele snapped, looking down at the mess on her dress.

The alcohol was already soaking into the fabric, staining it with a large wet spot.

Zilla, to Lele's irritation, seemed completely unfazed by the incident.

He just shrugged and said, "Damn girl, my bad."

Lele scowled at his nonchalance, feeling even more annoyed that he didn't seem to care about the damage he had caused.

"Your bad? That's all you have to say?" she said, crossing her arms in frustration.

Zilla chuckled and said, "Relax, it's just a dress. I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't need your money. I don't need you to buy me anything! Now if you'll excuse me.." Lele said.

Zilla raised an eyebrow, amused by her rejection.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" he said, his eyes roaming over her body.

"Oh fuck off" Lele rolled her eyes and walked away.

Zilla watched her walk away, a smirk playing on his lips.

He couldn't deny that he was intrigued by her attitude. Yeah, he wanted that...

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The reception was drawing to a close, and Jey and Jax had spent the rest of the evening together, chatting and enjoying each other's company.

They had danced together, laughed together, and stolen countless kisses. It was the most perfect evening they could have imagined. He'd even been able to almost keep up with her durring their dance, despite Jax's years of professional training.

After saying goodbye to their friends and family, Jey and Jax made their way to his car.

The drive to his house was quiet and intimate, the two of them lost in their own thoughts as they reveled in the night's events.

As they arrived at his house, Jey turned to her with a smirk.

"We're finally alone," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Jax felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart rate quickening in anticipation.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing.

"And what do you plan on doing with that fact?" she asked, her voice sultry.

Jey smirked and leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"I have a few ideas," he whispered, his hand slowly running up her thigh.

Jax's breath hitched at his touch, her body responding instantly to his gentle caress.

She could feel the heat building between them, the tension in the air growing thicker with each passing moment.

Jey continued to tease her, his hand slowly moving higher up her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin.

He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, and he knew that she was aching for more.

As they finally entered the house, Jax's patience had reached its limit.

She grabbed Jey by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, unable to wait any longer for what she had been craving all night.

Jey responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her as he deepened the kiss. He pressed her against the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

The kiss grew more intense, their hands roaming each other's bodies as they both gave in to their desire.

Jey began to trail kisses down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin as he made his way to her collarbone.

Jax tilted her head back, giving him better access to her sensitive skin.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to tease her with his lips and tongue.

"Go on and strip for Daddy, baby." Jey commanded.

Jax's breath hitched at his command, her eyes widening with excitement.

She looked at him with a mixture of submission and desire, she turns glancing back over her shoulder silently asking him to help with the zipper on her dress.

Jey chuckled at her silent request, his hands moving to the zipper on the back of her dress.

He slowly unzipped it, his fingers grazing her skin as he did so.

As the dress loosened around her body, he could feel her shudder with anticipation.

With the dress now unzipped, Jax stepped out of it, standing before Jey in nothing but her black lace lingerie.

She looked at him with a mix of vulnerability and confidence, knowing that he was completely in control.

Jey's eyes raked over her body, taking in the sight of her lingerie-clad curves.

He let out a low growl of approval, his hands tracing the contours of her body as he pulled her closer.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips finding her ear once more.

He began to nibble at her earlobe, his hands moving down to her hips as he pulled her flush against him.

Jax felt her body molding against his, their skin pressing together as they held each other tightly.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants.

Jey's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties.

He teased her for a moment, running his fingers along the fabric, before he suddenly grabbed her ass and squeezed it firmly.

Jax clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to touch her in ways that drove her wild.

Jax let out a whimper, her body trembling as he nibbled at her neck.

She wanted him so badly, she was practically aching for him to take her right then and there.

Jey chuckled softly, enjoying the way she was responding to his every touch.

He pulled back slightly, looking at her with a mixture of desire and dominance.

"Bedroom. Now," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Jax didn't hesitate, she followed his command immediately, moving quickly towards the bedroom.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked, her hips swaying with each step as she knew he was enjoying the view.

Once they reached the bedroom, Jey wasted no time in pulling her close and began to kiss her again, his lips moving against hers in a frenzied pace.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her skin as he claimed her mouth with his.

Jax melted into the kiss, surrendering herself completely to his touch.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she moaned into his mouth.

Jey broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline to her neck.He began to nibble at her sensitive skin, leaving small marks as he went.

"You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice low and possessive.

"All mine," he repeated, his hands roaming down to her thighs as he began to lift her up.

He pinned her against the wall with his body, holding her up as he continued to tease her neck with his lips and tongue.

Jax wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tightly as he pressed her against the wall.

She let out a soft moan as he nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, her body arching into his touch.

Jey broke away from her neck, looking up at her with a smirk. He pulled back slightly, his eyes fixed on her as he sat her on her feet and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down slowly, letting them fall to the floor before his hands moved to her bra.

He unclasped it, letting it fall away to reveal her bare breasts.

Jax stood before him, completely naked and vulnerable.

She felt exposed, yet also empowered by the way he was looking at her, his gaze filled with desire and lust.

Jey's hands returned to her body, caressing her bare skin as he began to explore her curves.

He traced the lines of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the dip of her waist.

"So perfect," he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her inner thigh.

"Strip me," he commanded.

He leaned back against the wall, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her to obey his command.

Jax felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at his command.

She moved quickly, her hands making quick work of his clothes as she removed them piece by piece.

Once he was naked, Jey's eyes raked over her body, his gaze taking in every inch of her skin.

He looked at her with an intense hunger, his desire for her clear as he took in the sight of her standing before him, completely naked and ready for him.

Jey stepped forward and lifted her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bed before laying her down on it.

He climbed on top of her, settling himself between her legs as he began to kiss and nibble at her neck again.

Jax moaned softly as he continued to tease her, her body arching up into his touch yet again.

She could feel his erection pressing against her, a reminder of the pleasure that was about to come.

Jey began to kiss his way down her body, his lips trailing over her skin as he made his way to her chest.

He paused there, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Mm.. Daddy!" Jax let out a gasp as he sucked at her nipple, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

She could feel herself growing more aroused with each passing moment, her hips moving instinctively against him.

He released her nipple, continuing his path down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Jey positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked on hers as he slowly pushed himself inside her.

Jax gasped as he entered her, the sensation of him filling her up completely causing her to arch her back and moan.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her.

Jey let out a low groan as he began to move, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, steady rhythm.

He looked down at her, watching her face as he moved inside her, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in pleasure.

As they moved together, their bodies entwined, the room filled with the sound of their moans and gasps.

Jax clung to him tightly, her fingers digging into his tatted back as she met each of his thrusts with her own movements.

The pleasure built steadily between them, their bodies growing hotter and more desperate with each passing moment.

Jax could feel herself nearing the edge, her breath coming in short gasps as she clung to the last shreds of her control.

Jey sensed that she was close, and he quickened his pace, driving into her harder and faster.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Let go, babygirl," he urged, his breath hot against her skin. "Come on Daddy's dick."

His words were like a trigger, and with a shuddering gasp, Jax let go.

She arched her back and clenched around him, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name.

Jey felt her clench around him, the sensation sending him over the edge as well.

He let out a deep groan, burying his face in her neck as he thrust into her one final time, spilling himself inside her.

They both lay there, panting and sweaty, as they came down from their high.

Jey collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he tried to catch his breath.

Jax wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both lay there in the afterglow.

She ran her fingers through his hair, a contented smile on her face as she savored the feeling of his weight on top of her.

Jey eventually rolled off of her, lying on his back next to her.

He draped an arm around her, pulling her close and holding her against his chest as they both slowly regained their composure.

They lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Jey gently traced his fingers up and down her spine, his touch gentle and soothing.

Jax snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

She could feel herself growing sleepy, the combination of their intense lovemaking and the warmth of his embrace lulling her into a peaceful state of relaxation.

"So..." Jax said

"So..." Jey echoed, his voice still a little hoarse from their earlier activities.

He caressed her, his touch affectionate and possessive.

"That was quite the main event, Jey Uso.." She smirked

Jey chuckled softly, a smirk spreading across his face as well.

"I aim to please," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

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[escaping-peril12]

I AM CRYINGGDN 😭😭😭😭🧡💚🧡💚

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[jorvikzelda]

i have played hollow knight for approximately 80 hours in the past 11 days

(alternate version with autism creature eyes/face as requested by my friend below cut)

[narwhalandchill]

oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh

so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.

why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.

and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.

so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.

it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.

like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!

and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)

(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)

[kinkyaceyqt]

it genuinely is amazing to me tho that i only made this blog a *week* ago and ive already done so many things i not only have never done before, but didnt even know if i *wanted* to do them before fairly recently (in some cases, mere minutes before i did them 😵‍💫). im still definitely watching myself to make sure im paying attention to my own needs and boundaries and desires cause i def dont wanna go too far and freak myself out, but so far this experience has literally been nothing but upsides which is amazing. im so glad i finally caved and made this blog so i can explore sex and kink and just, all of this.

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[unsurebazookacore]

hot take, mike and el arent in love, because they are fourteen

well i guess mike is fifteen but still like as someone who has been fourteen/fifteen

GUESS WHO I WAS NOT DATING:

A. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

B. MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER

C. ANYONE WHO I WOULD BE ABLE TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO AND ACTUALLY FUCKING MEAN IT

D. ALL OF THE ABOVE (the answer is D by the way)

LIKE Y'ALL THEY ARE FOURTEEN

THEY MET WHEN THEY WERE TWELVE

"I knew right then and there in that moment that I loved you" MY ASS

[woolydemon]

klavier and apollo are like meant to be together for several reasons but I think the primary one is that they are both so so autisms for law that I think they would legitmately expldoe if u forced them to not be lawyers

[themyscirah]

Vanessa didn't even die and yet her story is still sadder and more fucked up than jtodd's. He wishes he was on her level