#i was the 4th person to ask for a photo but the moment was so priceless

[thepurplepope]

saw this absolute king at the Paris Miku Expo

[EDIT] : THIS IS @funnyparadox PRESENTED TO YOU, OUR PATHS FINALLY MET

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1K

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this information is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, I have further analysis in my 'Lee Know As Your Late Bloomer Bf' post.

ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅᴏʟᴏɢʏ: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Rising is in Gemini (Suspected)

Scorpio Sun (6th House)

Sagittarius Moon (7th House)

Scorpio Mercury (6th House)

Scorpio Venus (6th House)

Virgo Mars (4th House)

ꜰᴜᴄᴋʙᴏɪ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ:

3/10

Lee Know's fuckboi radar is a strong medium energy because his Sagittarius Moon makes him naturally impulsive and prone to boredom but his Scorpio stellium indicates he values a deep soul to soul connection.

So while he can detach sex and feelings, casual/one night stands wouldn't satisfy him and he's more likely to enter into FWB/situationships.

He also forms attachment easily, although you wouldn't know it because he can mask very...VERY well.

His Virgo Mars in 4th House also makes him pedantic with hygiene, he COULD...could view anonymous/casual encounters as 'dirty' or 'unclean' and have concern about infection and/or disease.

(No..I'm not personally judging hook-up culture but I included this because Virgo/6th House rules over health and wellness so they prioritise sexual hygiene more so than other Mars Signs.)

And there's loads of evidence with the SKZ episodes of Lee Know valuing cleanliness and tidiness so I'm certain that would transfer to sex and foreplay.

ʀᴇᴅ & ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ꜰʟᴀɢꜱ:

Red:

His Scorpio Mercury gives him a wicked tongue and his Sagittarius Moon means he has no impulse control which =

PETTINESS!!!

His Mercury rulership indicates he's thoroughly observant, analytical and has a great memory, the type to remember little details about something that happened 11 months ago.

He's learnt your sore spots, your insecurities and your anxieties and he might just use them against you in moments of conflict.

Inherently stubborn so wouldn't be the type to apologise after an argument but would make you a meal, buy you something, run you a bath as a way of calling truce.

He probably has an avoidant-attachment style and is the type to 'freeze' or ice you out if he's annoyed or irritated...could even go as far as giving the 'silent treatment' as a way of asserting control.

When Lee Know has been recorded feeling hurt, upset or frustrated he becomes really quiet and his posture shifts into a more defensive stance...this is really evident in the infamous SKZ Room episode where Chris says 'you don't care about me' and you can literally SEE his entire body change at that remark.

Green:

Honesty is a strong value and trait of Lee Know so outside of conflict...you would never feel like he's hiding something from you or second-guessing his actions...what you see is what you get with Lee Know- even to a fault.

A good example of this was Lee Know's ending-ment and he says 'I have been having a lot of thoughts and I'm organising my feelings' (which is so Mercury coded to rationalise your feelings by 'organising' them).

Routine, stability and consistency are HUGE traits and values that Lee Know will contribute to the relationship and this is reaffirmed countless of times with his Bubble messages.

He always sends you a 'morning' message and asks if you've eaten lunch or dinner every day, he's consistent at going live on YouTube every Saturday and he's endlessly sending through photos of food and his cats on Bubble which means Lee Know is not a man prone to 'flakiness'- it's all or nothing for Lee Know and he will stick with you through to the end.

And this is not even natal chart based, this is just my opinion- there is something about Lee Know's personality that is incredibly wholesome for a man his age...in his spare time he likes night-time walks and plays with his cats which to me is someone who enjoys the little things in life and a lavish and excessive lifestyle is not a priority for him.

He's not shallow and therefore he's not going to give you a shallow relationship.

ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴛʏᴘᴇ…ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ

Lee Know's sexual orientation is unknown so I don't know if he's into women but if he is...these are the physical and personality traits he would find attractive.

Physical Traits

(Focus on his Libra 5th House, Scorpio Venus and Virgo Mars)

Has to smell nice because Virgo & Scorpio are sensory motivated and would SIMP over a person with a signature scent...probably would like a floral and clean, fresh smell.

Scorpio's go for other Scorpio's so his ideal type probably would have Scorpio placements (Sun,Rising or Venus) and have a dark feminine aesthetic but still kinda coquetteish with the Libra influence.

Someone who has the duality of looking sexy in a black, skimpy dress with stiletto heels but also looks cute wearing an oversized t-shirt with no make-up and a messy bun.

Definitely a waist,arse and thighs kind of man is totally the type to get hot and heavy if you wear a sundress.

Personality Traits

A tsundere to the absolute max, you cannot get more tsundere than Lee Know so his partner has to be okay with his 'quiet love' style of showing affection and care.

Intelligence is a strong turn-on for Lee Know so his partner has to be smart and worldly, would be attracted to someone who has a degree or a type of tertiary education.

Lee Know was accepted into university for computer programming prior to graduating high school so he could find people with careers in STEM, engineering, environment, sociology etc quite alluring and attractive.

Preferable love languages to be acts of service, gifts and quality time...words of affirmation and physical touch are not a strong suit of his.

ᴅᴏᴍ, ꜱᴜʙ ᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ?

Lee Know is a switch with a heavy dominant preference and would prefer to be dominant 80% of the time.

I think even if he was in a more submissive mood...it would be more 'I'm yours and you can do whatever you want' energy rather than a complete release of control.

6th House Stellium= service/pleasure dom preference

Lee Know in-person has a very gentle and stoic presence (I've seen him live) and that would transfer to the bedroom so a SOFT DOM and much more soft and tender than the aggressively harsh sadistic dom persona Stays give him.

Whilst Lee Know can and likes being 'rough' in the bedroom, there is a difference in being rough and painful versus rough passionate.

Lee Know wouldn't be into the rough and painful 'you're just a hole for me to fuck' degrading type of sex.

Lee Know would be into the rough and passionate 'how many times can we go before we fall unconscious' type of sex.

There's a difference.

ᴋ!ɴᴋꜱ...ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰ��ᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Olfactophilia

The scent kink is WILDIN with this man and would be addicted by your natural scent and smell. Scorpio placements are primal in general and is the type to lick the sweat when making love and for his cock to ache as he inhales the sweet scent of your panties.

I can't get enough of your sweet pussy kitten, could bury my face here all day.

Would smell your shirt after wearing it at the gym as he doing laundry because you're his favourite fragrance.

If Lee Know didn't see you for a few days, he would spray your perfume on his clothes and wear your scented body lotion because the smell carries the very essence of who you are, who he loves, who he yearns for.

Clothed Sex

Buttons ripped, stockings torn, skirt tattered at the seam, smeared lipstick, heels on, the desperation and the need to fuck you so badly that he doesn't have the patience to take your clothes off.

That would drive Lee Know insane with desire.

Bend over kitten...fuck your legs look so good in these heels...I can't wait, need to feel how tight you are now.

Bonus points if you allow him to take photos of your ruined state afterwards.

Also...

You being naked whilst Lee Know is entirely clothed and the power imbalance and the DOMINANCE he would feel in that moment of you just being so submissive and vulnerable and trusting under his hands and body...

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[rikisniffles]

chapter nine [西村力] my first love was a boy ✧ NISHIMURA RIKI (NI-KI) X M!READER

SYNOPSIS — l/n y/n is a member of boynextdoor under hybe/koz. being an idol has always been y/n's dream, and ever since it became true he has been more than happy. despite being an idol, he doesn't know many other idols outside his group. when he runs into his seniors, a seemingly never-ending spiral of embarrassing moments occurs.

disclaimer !! : every idol in my stories is a character and does not always reflect the actual person (i do my best but for entertainment purposes, it may be off)

— fic masterlist / info

chapter nine - y/n fell first

warning: written part (after the first image)

“Ni-ki?” Sunoo grabs Ni-ki’s attention from across the table, “Eat some more.” He plates some food, handing it over to the other boy. Ni-ki takes it with a generous nod but keeps his eyes fixated on his phone.

“This generation’s youth and their phones…” Jake sighed, reaching his head to spy on what Ni-ki was doing. Ni-ki hides his screen away from Jake, only making his hyung wish to see it more.

“You’re the same generation as me.” Ni-ki corrects, still hiding his screen as Jake leans further.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, Mind your business.” Ni-ki pushes Jake gently back into his seat, and Jake chuckles in return.

“He’s texting Y/n.” Jay notifies Jake, glancing at Ni-ki’s phone from the other side of him. He has a clear image of the screen. Sunoo seems to perk up, suddenly interested.

“Oh.” Jake seems disappointed, “Why are you hiding that?��

Ni-ki didn’t really know why, but something about it was embarrassing for him, “Just bothering you.” Ni-ki smiles sheepishly before returning to his phone.

Sunoo leans forward, taking a look at Ni-ki’s face as he chews on a piece of meat. Ni-ki takes notice of this, snapping his head up nervously.

“What?”

“Nothing, You look happy.” Sunoo smiles, taking another bite of food. “Are you feeling better?” Ni-ki nods at Sunoo’s question, and he smiles back.

“Y/n asked how I was feeling,” Ni-ki admits, picking up his chopsticks and setting down his phone, “He’s really kind.” Ni-ki has trouble getting the words out, yet he wants to say them so bad. He wants to say so much more.

“Yeahhhh,” Sunoo sings, “I can see you guys being really good friends.” He giggles.

“You’re laughing like an evil villain.” Sunghoon teases, Sunoo pushes his shoulder playfully as they both laugh together.

"I can feel cameras on us." Jay groans, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched as he eats. A white flash signals behind them. Someone had caught them, not that they were hiding anything but it was quite annoying to be bothered every time they did anything in public.

Ni-ki leans over, staring at the fan's phone camera dead on. The flash signals again as they take a picture of him. He wasn't too annoyed but he would've felt better if he looked more presentable. He hoped it wouldn't be spread around too much.

He couldn't help but think about how Y/n would react if he saw those photos.

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— koki's note ★ ; OKAYYY another update, happy 4th of july for my american readers 👍👍 hope yall have a great day !!

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[hooked-on-elvis]

Those are absolutely two of my favorite pictures of Elvis. Of course I like the details and all the info I can get on the pictures. One thing I have to say is that in that moment Elvis was in his 7th season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (August 4th - September 4th 1972), and it was the first time he brought Linda Thompson to accompany him during the concerts (prior to that she had only accompanied Elvis during rehearsals in July). You can imagine how jealous I am of her because, well, just look at Elvis! 🫠🥲 Anyway, here's a little story about the fans with Elvis in those pictures:

Las Vegas, NV. Monday, August 28, 1972. Elvis with two Italian fans. The woman is Nicla Crippa and the man was the President of the Italian fan club, his name is Livio Monari. Livio Monari started the Italian FC in 1962. Together with Nicla Crippa, a personal friend and member of his Fan Club, they met Elvis just after the Midnight show on 26th August 1972. Photos taken that day didn't come out, so they asked to see Elvis again... to have new ones taken on the 28th August (2nd meeting) which are the ones shown above. They had just attended the Dinner & Midnight shows on the 28th Aug: when a waiter approached them - that Elvis was waiting for them.

Nicla said the following about the meeting:

1972 was a special year for me, I picked up all my saving of a year and together with Livio Monari at that time president of the E.P.F.C. of Italy, I flew to Las Vegas in August to see Elvis performing. When we arrived we were so excited that we started immediately to ask anybody of Elvis entourage if we could meet Elvis, crook Col. Parker was at a gambling table with his cigar and he said very rude "NO, you cannot met Elvis", then Joe Esposito who said No too, and when I told him "Hey Joe you are Italian like us" he answered "I'm not Italian, I was born in Chicago" very rude too... until I saw the name of Emilio Muscelli on an office door, I knocked and entered and I said with all my 18 years old enthusiasm (in fact I was not yet 18, I would have turned 18 on December 30) "Hi Emilio, we are Italians and we are here to see Elvis concerts and meet him"... well he took it good to his heart and from that point on he treated me like his daughter - he was 50 years old. We saw 14 concerts in 7 days and we met Elvis TWICE, the first time on August 26 but the pictures Joe Esposito took with Livio's camera did not come out as Livio due the emotion charged an already used film in the camera... the second time on August 28, this time we called a professional photographer to take the 2 pictures to be sure. When I saw Elvis the first time coming out of his dressing room I ran towards him and I almost jumped on him, I hugged and kissed him and he returned the hugs and kisses to me and he asked me "Hey baby how old are you" I answered "18" and he said "And you came all the way from Italy just to see me?" "Yes Elvis" and he "Oh baby..." and he hugged me again very tight. We stayed with him for 15 minutes, we gave him a trophy we brought from Italy unfortunately we have no picture of Elvis with our trophy but I saw it at Graceland Trophy Room in 1987. He wrote a dedication to me, and one to Livio, on 2 LPs we brought with us, he gave us a yellow scarf each, but especially I held his right hand in my hands for a long time, and he did not withdraw it, on the contrary he caressed my hands. He was such a gentle, sweet and tender person, he made us feel at ease and he slowed down speaking English as at that time I could not speak English well. We asked "when will you come to Europe?" he said looking at Joe "I definitely wanna go, after a project I have for January 1973 (Aloha from Hawaii) I'll ask Parker to organize a tour to Europe". The night after Emilio gave us seats in the first row, Elvis saw me from stage and he stooped down and he put a red scarf around my neck... and on August 28 we met him again same place backstage and he said "Hey you are still here, good", he had such a sense of humour. Those 2 meetings with Elvis still are the best moments of my life!

Credits: elvis-collectors.com

[urfavlarry]

—Why’d you only call me when your high?

Sirius Black x fem!reader A/N: I am new to the marauders fandom so if the characters are out of character I apologise. I am open to feedback and tips<3

You sat in your room, warm blankets spread over you and your bed with warm jasmine tea in your hands. You were at home to celebrate the upcoming chritsmas day, deciding to skip staying at Hogwarts and celebrating with your friends for the year which wasn’t really a big problem; most of your friends happy that you would be able to the spend that special day with your family when some of then didn’t have that chance.

One particular person wasn’t so happy you left for the holidays and that person was none other then Sirius Black; your ex from 4th year. He was a nice guy, but it hurt you that he never really cared to aknowledge you and your feelings. It ended once you had seen him with some Gryffindor girl you couldn’t care less to remember which to put it lightly had been the last of your patience. Ever since then you’d barely cross paths; whether it be because he was scared to face you, or he simply never really cared for you at all which wouldn’t have surprised you, not one bit. You looked over to your ‘memory box’ as you liked to call it and got out of bed, opening the old and dusty thing to get hit with nostalgias warmth, yet cruel coldness.

A dried rose Sirius had given you the say he asked you out, the guitar pick he threw your way one day when you went to see the boys performing in a small pub in Hogsmeade and none other then a polaroid photo of the two of you kissing on Sirius’ birthday; taken by James with the camera Sirius had just gotten from his friends.

You smiled softly, looking back at those moments when you were truly happy and enjoying life at the wizarding school but ever since that day when everything had gone down hill it felt like something in your heart was empty. A certain spot that was made for one person only, and that person was Sirius. You missed him dearly, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore and with everything you had going on, being in his arms was truly the only thing you wanted. You wanted your ‘rockstar’ no one else.

“Y/N, someone’s on the phone wanting to talk to you!” Your mother stormed in and you quickly closed the box, putting it behind your back. “Bloody hell mom, you ever heard of knocking?” An intimidating glare from your mother got you to quickly shut up and head downstairs where the cellphone was located, your father down the hall in the living room watching something on the TV while your mother prepared dinner. “Hello? This is Y/N speaking.” You say into the phone and wince as the loud sounds of music and chatter fills your ears. “Hey doll, I miss you.” A very familiar voice slurs, giving you chills. “Sirius.” You say through gritted teeth, your grip on the phone tightening. “S’me! Your rockstar!~” He giggles and starts mumbling incoherent things. Your heart aches, having thought enough about him for the day but it was like someone was against you and brought you together again, even if it was just a mere phone call. “Sirius Orion Black, where are you?”

“Aw, come on love don’t be angry w’me.” He sighs, his words slurred and almost desperate as if he was waiting to talk to you the whole night. “Everythin’ hurtss.. M’tired Y/N.”

“Sirius, tell me where you are I’m coming to get you.” After what felt like a millennium of trying to get him to say the address, you were on your feet and out of the house. A feeling of excitement and longing was pulsing through you like a wild fire, a sort of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. The cold breeze of Londons harsh weather was slowly hitting you, cursing your forgetfulness and for being so foolish as to forget your jacket mid November.

Sirius on the other hand has never really moved on from your warmth he so longed for after never actually appreciating it those years ago. He missed the way you’d walk past him in the halls, giving him the cutest smile even when it was evident you’d been struggling that day with something of your own. The way you would give him affection like it was simply overflowing you and you being the sweetest soul out there had the need to share the said affection. He missed everything, the way your eyes would light up whenever he gave you tickets to his ‘shows’ and the way you always cheered him on no matter the circumstance; he hated that he took it all for granted when he quite literally had it all.

His urge to talk to you was just too hard to contain anymore and in his drunken state ten fold which lead to him giving you a call during the late night hours of which he was invited to a party by his mates who even encouraged him to approach you somehow or give you a hint that he was interested; yet again.

It all just felt so unreal when he finally heard your sweet voice again, his brain so foggy and dazed from the alcohol he forgot he ever even thought of letting his mind slip to another woman. It was just like old times to him when he would call you at parties, updating you on his whereabouts and you being you always tended to pick him up because you worried for him and his wellbeing. You were the reason he quit smoking for a while before everything went wrong and your comforting, thoughtful words went along with you. ´I was s’stupid..´ He thought to himself, resting his head into the cold palms of his hands, his eyes drooping and mind falling asleep when he got harshly tugged by the collar and up onto his feet.

And there you were, his angel right before him looking as gorgeous as ever. However you did look like you were about to kill whoever crossed your path of wrath. The car ride to your home was mostly silent, soft snores could be heard from the passanger seat as you eyed the hand that was rested on your thigh. “Stupid Black, stupid, stupid Sirius Black.” You said through gritted teeth, your cheeks reddening with rage yet embarrassment as you scolded yourself for melting from such a simple touch.

Once you got home you woke him up with a slap to the cheek, the poor boy jolting awake from the sudden sting. “Jeez doll, w’was that for?” He groaned, stumbling out the car and heading towards you, pulling you into an embrace. You inhaled his scent, a hint of cigarettes, alcohol and his cologne that has never really changed over the years filled your nose. “You’ve been smoking again, haven’t you?” You said, looking up at him with a stern look while he just smirked. “A guy needs a cancer stick, or two sometimes.” He jokes, giving you a sheepish smile. You rolled your eyes and dragged him inside your home, quickly pulling him up the stairs to your room which you locked just in case your mom decided to burst in again in the middle of the night like she did just a few hours ago. “Yeah i’ll be saying that once they’ll be burying you into your grave, Black.” You hissed, looking through your things for a spare shirt your dad borrowed you not long ago and throw it at him.

“Change, the bathroom is that door right there if your two drunk to notice.” “Exactly like you didn’t notice my feelings back in fourth year.” You mumbled the last part, changing into your own pyjamas once he left for the bathroom. “Fucking asshole.” You say into your pillow once you let yourself fall face first onto your bed with a soft thud. A few minutes later Sirius came out with nothing but the shirt and pyjama pants you found that belonged to your older brother who had moved away once he ended his studies.

Before you could get a single word out he plopped down onto the bed next to you, nuzzling his face into your neck, one hand under your shirt on your lower back and the second holding onto you.

Your heart fluttered, the once empty place in your heart now full which felt so, so wrong after such a long time of hating and pushing away anything to do with the boy that was now laying in your bed, cuddled into your side. “I love you Y/N.” He whispers into your ear, something you missed so dearly and now you had it and damn it was kind of weird. How the hell could you have fallen in love again with the same boy that has treated you like nothing less then shit over the few months you were together; how could you let your heart long for such a person but just why, why did it feel so right?

“Why? Why do you love me Sirius?” You whispered in disbelief, the words slipping out so naturally like you’ve been dreaming to ask him that since you broke up. “Why should I believe you love me when all you’ve done in the past is hurt me? Don’t perceive me as so naive I won’t let you into my heart so easily again.” Lies. Lies, Lies, Lies. You’ve already let him in but you just couldn’t accept it. You couldn’t have possibly let him in so easily, right? Impossible.

“I know I was foolish, I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. Your sweet soul, charming smile, thoughtful words and loving personality is what I admire about you. You were supportive and always by my side, something I didn’t appreciate and should’ve. The way your touch feels is heavenly and I long for that feeling, I sleep so I can feel your touch but even in my dreams a big piece of my heart is missing. It’s missing you, Y/N. I miss my girl.”

“It’s been years and I know I fucked up, like really fucked up but I love you and want to live the rest of my life with you and by your side. No more hurting you, no more pushing you away and I can say with pure honesty that I will never as much as glance at another girl in such a way ever again. Please, darling I need you by my side, through thick and thin i’ll always be here and never again be disloyal to you just please give me a chance.”

His words sink into you like daggers, but in a good way. It was all you needed to hear, everything you ever wanted to spill from his mouth all those years ago and your heart would’ve been his even the same day he messed up. An apology. A genuine, thought through apology. You smile softly, cupping his cheek. “I missed my boy.”

That was all he needed to hear and his lips were on yours, the kiss being soft, slow and loving. It was like your lips were meant for just each other and no one else, like you two were made for one another.

You finally had your darling boy, the one that has kept you up with tears and a sense of loneliness every single night from that dreadful year at Hogwarts. Now you finally had it all again, and Sirius couldn’t agree more. He had his angel and you had your rockstar, forever together never to part ways again.

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[outsideratheart]

Birthday Homage (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little something in honour of Alexia’s birthday. I hope you guys like it.

4th February, the day you get to celebrate the life of your soul mate. If there is one person you are grateful for in this world, it is Alexia. From the day you met her you knew you were meant to have her in your life. Now 10 years later you thank the universe for that day. 

“Feliç Aniversari mi amor” you whisper into Alexia’s ear. 

The Catalonian sun had just started to peak through the blinds in your bedroom but the birthday girl showed no signs of waking up, she was way too comfy in your arms. 

“Alexia” you place a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear “it’s your birthday, time to wake up” 

A small groan let’s you know she is slowly waking up. Her hands move to squeeze yours, which are wrapped around her waist. 

“Bon día” she turns so that she is facing you. 

For a few seconds the two of you stay silent. It is something that happened in specific moments. You took the time to appreciate one another. 

“It’s my birthday” a small grin appears on Alexia’s face “and you have a game” the grin falters slightly. 

For the past couple of years the two of you would spend the day together doing whatever adventure you had planned but this year that couldn’t happen. 

“It is and I do but I still have a a couple of hours before we have to leave. I’m thinking I make you some breakfast then we take Nala for a walk, how does that sound?” It wasn’t what you usually did but it was the best you could offer. 

She hums in response as she buries herself deeper into your arms. 

Alexia watches you get ready for the game and enjoys the show that you playfully put on for her but she notices that you put on a pair of training pants instead of your game day shorts. It was definitely a first. 

“What?” You ask when you see Alexia eyeing you up. 

“Trousers? You always wear shorts no matter where we play in world, never mind Barcelona” Alexia was suspicious and you knew she would be but luckily for you, you had a plan. 

You proceed to pull your trousers down and given the fact that you are yet to put a top on it left you in nothing but your underwear. 

Alexia shakes her head and looks at her watch contemplating whether of not she has time for a little bit of fun. 

“Pull them up Y/N. We don’t have time” Alexia says. 

“There’s plenty of time for that later” you continue getting ready with a smirk on your face knowing that you had gotten away with it. 

A few hours later and the team heads back into the locker room after finishing the warm ups. 

“Does she know?” Mapi asks at she points to your locker. 

“No” you hold your shirt up and admire the changes the the kit man made upon your request. You never thought you would do this but Alexia had a habit of being the reason for you doing things you never imagined. 

When you lead the team out to the field you have the pre match jacket on but your shorts were on show. Alexia sat in the stands with the other injured players and you hoped that she wouldn’t be able to tell from that distance. 

“I think I’ve found one of your birthday presents” Jana nudges Alexia. 

Your girlfriend tries her best to figure out what the younger player is talking about but it isn’t until you finish taking the team photo does she see it. 

There on the back of your shirt was your last name but you didn’t have the number 7 you are known for, instead was the number 11. An homage to her. 

Like every other home match this season you look up at Alexia just before kick off and place your hand over the Barcelona badge. This time though you point to the 11 on your shorts then at her. 

The blush that fills Alexia’s cheeks in uncontrollable. The small act means a lot to Alexia and it does to you too, it’s like you have part of her with you on the pitch. 

When the final whistle blows you shake your opponent’s hands and wait for your girlfriend to come down to the pitch. Bruna is talking to you about the goal she scored which you assisted and you are so focused on her that you forget about Alexia until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. Knowing that you will most likely want to have a moment alone with your girlfriend, Bruna leaves and goes to Jana. 

“A goal, an assist and you ditched your 7 for my 11” Alexia recaps the match. 

“Do you like it?” You ask her. In a way it was a public display of affection. The whole world knew the reason why you changed the number and more so because of what today is. 

“I do. Will you be giving it to a fan?” Alexia asks. 

It wasn’t abnormal for you to give your shirts away after matches. Whether it was because you wanted to or because you saw a sign asking for it. 

“Is that your way of asking for my shirt?” You ask Alexia and she nods her head “now?” Again she nods her head. 

You pull the shirt over your head as slowly as possible. It is almost like you are doing a strip tease but you having to keep it PG13 given the people around you. 

What you don’t expect is for Alexia to remove her coat and put your shirt on. 

“What do you think?” Alexia ask as she twirls around. 

“The 11 suits you” you hold out you hand to lead her back into the tunnel. 

“Anything else?” Alexia asks. 

You knew what she wanted you to say. 

“The last name looks good too” you are shy as you pay her the compliment but it didn’t make what you said any less true. 

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 28 [series masterpost]

NSFW 🚨 nasty kinky filthy slutty smut

° Damiano David/female reader insert

wordcount::: 9,880

° part anon request: How would you feel about at some point Damiano and his girlfriend having a massive embrace at some point? Like a bear hug. You know those full body ones where you’re just squeezing the shit out each other and there just like a palpable feeling of love and connection between the two of you? + part inspired by this spicy audio ° dont forget that commissions are back!! you can snatch up the 4th spot in my priority cue here

° [ITA:] favoloso: fabulous - cazzo: fuck

The day at work had seemed to take more energy than was typical. You were still feeling tense as you climbed into your car.

There had been too many points during the day where you had felt like you didn’t know what you were doing. Between catching up on the things you had missed while in Australia and helping with the integration of the office’s new system, it had been nonstop. And Max had been out sick, giving you no access to your quick pick-me-up.

As you drove the familiar route home, you caught yourself in cycles of thought. You were replaying things that you had said or things done, so that you could assess yourself. You identified more than one instance where you could have done better.

The embarrassment was like a taste coating the inside of your mouth - always present, even when you weren’t actively thinking about it. It would only be dispelled through active efforts.

It lingered, even as you walked through the front door of your apartment.

You didn’t have the place to yourself this week - Damiano had four days free from the world tour. So far as you knew, his plan for the night was solely to hang out with you.

You were quick to remove your restraining shoes before setting off to locate Damiano.

You found him in the lounge room, standing with his back to you as he got something down from the bookshelf. In just sweatpants, he looked relaxed, maybe you could gain some of that mood for yourself simply by being around him.

“Honey, I’m home.” You said, able to fake a fraction of enthusiasm.

He turned to face you straight away, smiling even before his eyes were on you. “Hey, there’s my baby. I was just looking at photos of you.”

He held up a collection of Polaroid photos that was in one hand. From the bookshelf, he had picked out an album that was dedicated to these smaller prints. You ignored the couch, walking toward him.

“I was separating the just-for-us stuff from the safe-for-work stuff.” He explained.

This album sat in the main room, able to be viewed by anyone visiting your home, you couldn’t be surprised if someone wanted to look through the pages. And if they did they would see smiling photos, silly photos, group photos, sentimental photos, non-explicit photos.

The explicit photos were in a secret spot - living in a smaller book on his bedside table. These were moments that existed only for the two of you. Newer additions included the both of you naked in front of a hotel bathroom mirror, thanks to him taking an artistic view of how each of you looked when emerging from the shower. You had taken a photo of him completely naked as he had enjoyed a cigarette on a hotel balcony.

“Oh, a very important job.” You said. “Can I interrupt that to ask for a hug?”

He set the objects down without hesitation. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely you can.”

He turned back to you, extending both of his arms out. Instantly you placed yourself into his personal space, your chest flush to his as you wrapped your arms around his middle. You rested your cheek on his shoulder as he embraced you with just the right firmness.

You shut your eyes, getting away from the negativity in your mind as you felt this closeness to him in every part of your body. His body heat wrapped around every inch of you, so comforting.

When you squeezed him tighter, he responded by squeezing you back. And he didn’t release you, he remained consistent in matching how you were giving all of your energy to this.

It felt nice to exist just like this, connected to him with nothing to do but be wrapped up in his love. Simplicity with no reason to assess. Effortlessly you matched your breathing to his. You didn’t pay any attention to time passing as you felt like you could melt into him.

He rubbed his hand up-and-down your back. “Are you okay? Did you have a bad day?”

“It was just a day of too much.” You said. “It was too much of shortcuts in the new system that I don’t know, it was too much trying to solve a bunch of little problems. It was too much thinking, my brain feels fried.”

“You’re gonna get there with the new system, kitten. It’s the point where you’ve still got the training wheels on. But one little improvement at a time and you will be killing it, on two wheels.” He said. “And you know I’m right because Daddy is always right.”

“Mm-hmm.” It was the best response that you could give him because the goal he was talking about didn’t feel within reach, not yet. 

“I’m sorry your brain is feeling all deep-fried and shit.” He said. “Do you want your Master to do all of the thinking for you?”

“Yes, please.” You said, quietly and needily.

“Okay, how about this: you go have a nice shower, literally wash the day away and I will have a lovely cup of tea waiting for you when you’re done? While you’re enjoying that, I will make us dinner. I saw that we have all the supplies for me to make you that beef and spinach pie you love so much.” He said. “Does that sound good to you?”

You pulled back so you could meet his eyes. “Yes, please. That sounds fucking perfect.”

“While I’m home it’s my duty to take care of you, so I better do a good job of it.” He said. He gave your ass a gentle pat.  “You go shower and I will do the rest.”

*** *** ***

You found yourself dwelling, once the distractions of showering and eating were gone, you reverted back to unhelpful thoughts. You were dreading the day at work tomorrow, instead of concentrating on the TV show that was playing, you were imagining scenarios that you would screw up. Your thoughts were moving quickly too, you didn't think you would be able to fall asleep to get away from these cyclical thoughts.

Damiano sighed as he picked up the remote, clicking to silence the music over the closing credits. “I don't know.”

You blinked, forcing yourself to focus. “Yeah, me neither.”

The second episode of Orphan Black: Echoes had just wrapped up and you couldn't think of anything noteworthy to discuss, because you had barely been paying attention. It had simply been playing, and now it wasn't.

The two of you had been waiting to watch this sequel series together, keeping an eye on the release date and planning the best time to start watching. You had saved it for when you were both home, minimising distractions. But it wasn't the experience you had been hoping for. It hadn't kept your interest enough to stop your mind from wandering - you were still thinking and imagining, all manner of things that had nothing to do with the science fiction show.

He didn't let the next episode begin playing. “I don't know if it's hooked me in yet. We used to have jaw-dropping and oh my God, can you believe that just happened moments in every episode.” He looked at you beside him on the sofa. “It's interesting, but it's not like I need to stay up all night to find out what happens next. It's not- it's not like the original.”

“No, it isn't. And I keep thinking about the original, too.” You said. “It makes it kind of hard to focus.”

“Maybe we would enjoy it more if we just took it as a separate thing.” He said.

You sat forward, checking the time on the screen of your phone. “We have time to keep watching, to see if we can get invested in it. But I think I will need tea before that. Do you want a cup, too?”

“Amazing idea. Yes, thank you.” He said before suddenly perking up, alerted. “Shit, I've gotta get that stuff out of the dryer. I'll meet you back here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Both of you left the quiet lounge room. As you were standing at the counter, listening to the kettle boiling, an idea came to you.

You didn't know why this solution hadn't occurred to you earlier. It grabbed you and you immediately believed its enticing potential.

You walked out of the kitchen before the water was boiled, heading into the bedroom. He was exactly where you had been expecting, folding and putting away the laundry. He greeted you with a smile, but he was hardly distracted from his task.

You sat down on the mattress, a heavy sigh accompanying this action. This earned you a concerned look from him.

“Are you still feeling low, baby?” He asked.

You nodded. “I can’t, like, shake the thoughts off. And because I have to be back there tomorrow morning, it feels like I don’t get the chance to properly relax.”

“I'm not used to seeing you so hung up on work stuff like this.” He said. “I know you said before that you didn't want to talk about it, but it could help. Maybe if you just ranted and got all of it off your chest, you would feel better?”

“I have a different idea. My problem is that I can't stop thinking about it. Well, what if I was forced to think about something else, something that I really have to concentrate on or there would be consequences?” You said.

He furrowed his brow as he placed a bunch of socks into a draw. “I'm not sure I know what you're getting at here.”

You took a deep breath. “Can I have the CEO, please?”

He paused, looking up from the basket of clothes, a smile starting at the right corner of his lips. “Oh. That's the solution you have come up with?”

“Yeah. Is that- are you in the mood for that tonight?” You asked.

“I would be more than happy to play with you, naturally. And if it's a way to help you feel better- how could I refuse?” He said, removing the laundry basket from the bed before coming over to stand in front of you. He ran his hand down the side of your face. “I actually have a little scenario in mind for those characters.”

You licked your lips. “Can the CEO be mean to me?”

“Mean? Yeah, I can think of some ways to be less nice, more serious.” He said.

“Thanks.” You said.

He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “Thank you for letting me help, even if this is an unexpected approach.” His demeanour had subtly changed when he straightened up again. “I should get changed, and then I wanna see you in the other bedroom.”

“Do you want me to get changed too?” You asked - you were just wearing an old pair of pyjama pants with a plain tee.

“No, clothes aren't going to be necessary for you.” He said, moving away as he began to formulate some kind of plan. “How about you give me a little privacy for this part? You go back out to the living room, I'll get ready then head to the other bedroom and I will let you know when to come in.”

“Okay.” You said, getting to your feet.

“Hey…” He said before you could get too close to the door. “I love you.”

You smiled and, unable to help yourself, you rushed over to him. You hurriedly kissed him. “I love you too.” 

You had to take advantage of this moment for affection, because once the scene started there wouldn't be time for cute or sweet gestures. You didn't linger, turning around and leaving him to get into character. You already felt a little better, the distraction was promising.

Instead of waiting on the lounge, you took yourself back into the kitchen. You set the water to boil again and as it went through this noisy process, you got rid of the second cup.

When he called out your name, you were ready with a single steaming mug of tea. You walked towards the other bedroom, unable to dwell on your earlier thoughts as you concentrated on your posture and how to best portray your character of the secretary. It wasn’t your typical leisurely speed for walking around your apartment, you walked with the intent of getting there swiftly. But you didn’t run or anything like that, imagining how that could be perceived as strange by an office full of workers.

He had left the door slightly ajar, you knocked your fist lightly against the door before opening it. “Good morning, sir. I have that cup of tea for you.”

His back was to you as he sat at the desk. He had gone to the trouble of turning on the desktop computer that was usually reserved for your gaming. You could see that he had opened up a word document, currently it was blank but maybe there was some typing he intended to do.

“Lock that door and bring it over.” He said without turning his head.

You shut the door (it didn’t actually lock) and crossed the room. You saw that he was now dressed in a black suit, paired with an emerald green tie. Completing the look was the bored expression he wore, so convincing that you could believe he had been rotting away in here for hours.

As you set the mug down, he dragged his eyes over to you. “Do you have any idea how truly mind-numbing these performance reviews are to read?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help, sir?” You asked.

He took his hands off the desk and leaned back in the chair. “Actually, yes. I need something to make all of this work not seem so fucking neverending. And reading through hundreds of reviews, I deserve a reward for all of that work, wouldn’t you say?”

“Absolutely.” You said immediately. You thought about leaving out the door if (for even one second) it seemed like he was going to engage you in any problem-solving.

“Favoloso. I’m glad we agree. Take all your clothes off.” He said and you didn’t hesitate to push down your comfortable pants. “My day has been so dull, painfully so. But you’re going to help me fix that, aren’t you?”

Your skin had begun to rise into mild goosebumps as you took off your panties, the final piece of clothing. “It would be my pleasure.”

“This very boring work has given me time to think and plan. And I have a lot of plans for you, sweetie.” He said, swivelling the chair so that he could face you. “Turn around and hold your hands behind your back.”

As you started to turn away, you saw him reach for the knot that kept his tie in place. You didn’t see if he got it loosened before you were facing the wall. You looked at the light wall paint as you waited, unsure of how you could settle into this scene yet. You overlapped your wrists and rested them at the small of your back.

He took your wrists in his hand, then you felt soft fabric moving against your skin. You realised this was the emerald tie, being wrapped around your wrists.

The next thing he said was whispered. “You can always safe word.”

“Thank you, I will.” You responded as you hoped for him to pick a scenario that wasn’t too close to your reality.

He cleared his throat. “Obviously it’s beneath my paygrade to do, but if I were to write a performance review for you, I would applaud your discretion.” He began creating knots in the tie, trapping your hands in their current position. “I hoped that you would be able to keep secrets. And you have impressed me.” He latched his fingers onto your forearms, unexpectedly tugging on them, threatening your balance. “But don’t get too used to me complimenting you. Now, is that too tight?”

“No, it’s comfortable.” You said.

“Turn around.” He said. “That’s much better than looking at words on a screen.” His brow furrowed as he observed you. “You look worried. Nobody is gonna ask any questions of why you're in here, no matter how long you're gone for. Whatever work you were doing before you came in, that's all taken care of.”

“I know.” You said.

“I've got something that's gonna help you clear your mind.” He said. He opened the desk’s top draw and pulled out a familiar object. It was a matte black, egg-shaped vibrator. It was a small toy that would go inside of you, while being controlled by a separate remote.

You nodded, pleased by this progression. From the draw, he also took out a bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some of the strawberry-scented product onto his fingers then rubbed this all over the toy, making it shiny.

“Spread your legs.” He said. “I doubt I need that much lube, I bet you're already very wet.” He had a knowing smile as you stepped one foot away from the other. He leaned forward and down, pointing the tapered end of the toy up. He got this lined up with your entrance and started stretching your pussy open. “Yep, so wet, it just turns you on so much to get played with, huh?”

You nodded, feeling your heart rate increase. “Yes. Yes, sir. I hope all day for you to call me in, every time I get a notification on my computer it's like- like my pussy trembles.” Your breath shook on the next inhale. “And all night I'm dreaming of the ways you could play with me.”

“And you're just ready whenever I want you, it's so convenient.” He said, guiding the currently inactive toy deeper into you. “I guess I picked the right office toy.”

He got the toy nestled between your walls. He directed its flexible arm, shaping it to your labia majora, this anchor would keep the toy from slipping loose.

“This isn't to make you come. In fact, if you come, I'm gonna be very fucking annoyed and there will be a punishment.” He said. “This is just to keep you in line while you concentrate on your task.

“Now, is your balance gonna screw you up too much, or can you climb under the desk without my help?” He asked.

You hesitated as you looked down, planning your movements. “I- uh, I can try?”

He rolled the chair a little away from the desk. “It might be fun to watch you struggle.”

You bent your knees and took a cautious step forward, finding your immobile arms weren't inhibiting you by much. If you moved slowly, you could counteract any issues. You bent your knees more, getting yourself lower to the floor and you took another step forward. You ducked your head and brought your knee down to the ground.

“Get on your knees and turn around to face me.” He said.

You got both of your knees on the ground, keeping your head down as you walked yourself forward on your knees. You moved in under the desk, aware of the surface so close to your head. You awkwardly moved further forward, going until you reached the wall.

You felt very wobbly as you began to turn in a circle, you weren't used to feeling this uncoordinated when you were totally sober. Your head brushed against the bottom of the desk without smacking into it. He came into sight, watching your uncertain movements. He couldn't keep the concern fully off of his face.

You lowered your ass, resting it on the backs of your calves as you got comfortable - or as comfortable as was possible in this very small space. You looked at him, waiting for the next challenge as your heart beat quicker than usual.

“You followed that instruction. Let's see if you can follow this…” He said as he put his hands to the fly of his slacks.

Your eyes widened, your hopes lifting for the right kind of scene to fix your state of mind. You saw that the concern had left his expression as he pulled the short zip down. Your eyes darted repeatedly from his face to his crotch, trying to guess, and therefore prepare yourself for, what he planned to do next.

It wasn't much of a surprise when he pulled out his dick, but it was a pleasing sight all the same. You happily noted how it was already appearing firm. You flexed your fingers as you gave the shaft a longer look, you were wishing to touch it.

“Keep me from falling asleep by warming my cock with your mouth, hm?” He said.

You smiled, eager and relieved. There were many things you didn't want to deal with right now, things you didn't feel super capable of handling.

But you knew how to suck cock. There was no reason to doubt yourself in this field. You were leaning forward before he instructed you to do so, you didn't need to worry about not getting what you needed from this scene.

He brought himself closer too, wheeling the chair back up to the desk. His face disappeared from your view and your area got even smaller. Your cheeks were filling with colour and you were ready to go, to give into the fantasy totally.

“Do you think you can do that, sweetie?” He asked. He kept his knees as far from each other as the compartment beneath the desk accommodated. You could fit in between his legs without issue.

“Yes, sir.” You said, licking your lips.

One of his hands was in sight, wrapped around his member. You leaned in, so eager to get invested in his lust. You greeted his tip with a kiss, then another, beginning into a series where you steadily opened your mouth wider each time. He began making noise with the computer’s keyboard, you weren’t sure if he was actually typing words, but that wasn’t worth your attention. You let your lips wrap around his tip in the next kisses that you gave, your tongue darting out to get a little taste sporadically. His other hand left his cock, disappearing up to the desktop too.

You eased yourself down, thinking only of pleasing him. There were no scenarios to get lost in when you were so keenly concentrating on his every subtle reaction.

“Don't forget what I said, baby. You're not going to suck, you're going to warm my cock. When I want a blow job, I'll ask for one.” He said.

You kept your jaw and lips mostly relaxed as you took more of him into your mouth. You could feel how firm he was as his shaft passed against your lips.

You got close to the base and stopped, your mouth full.

You thought of your cunt and the vibrator buried into it. It was still completely motionless and you wondered how much it would contribute to this scene. Did he have something specific in mind to do with it? Or would he just forget about it?

His next heavy sigh sounded convincingly bored and annoyed, followed by more tapping of the keyboard. You imagined how rewarding it would be to get him into a better mood. You slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of his length, prepared to stop if this was against his rules.

But he didn't correct you. You slid your tongue up and around the side of his cock. You had to keep reminding yourself to not suck, it seemed like the natural thing to do, but you had to wait for his word.

You jolted, eyes bulging when you felt a sudden rhythm between your pussy walls. He had the vibrations set to potentially the lowest level of intensity. But it was enough to make your walls flutter, an ache radiating from between your legs. You shifted in your position, your desires telling you to get your hips moving.

You drew a deep breath through your nostrils, accepting that his challenge was truly beginning now. Further thoughts were banished from your mind as you slowly massaged his shaft with your tongue.

You didn't have any concept of how much time was passing. All you knew was that sometimes you heard him typing, then there were periods of silence.

“Hmm, I'm all out of tea.” He said. “Well I would hate to overwork you, sweetie. Let's just have you concentrate on one task at a time.”

It seemed to you that only a few seconds passed before you felt the toy's vibrations get stronger. This prompted you to really notice its position, the egg-shaped device was nestled in deep and pressed firmly against your pussy’s squishy walls.

With no wiggle room between it and you, you knew that it would be impossible to ignore. As it got more intense, there would be no escaping how sensitive it made you and it would be a challenge of your will to not get lost in the desires. Was that something you could succeed at?

You shifted your weight as you tried to get a smidgen of relief from the toy. You rested on one buttcheek more than the other and parted your legs, attempting to create space. You hoped that by having some of your cunt untouched by the stimulations you would be able to keep yourself settled.

He snapped his fingers, prompting you to instantly open your eyes. You found that he had ducked his head down, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, who told you to move? You are here to sit still and keep your mouth on that cock.” He said, doing a good job of sounding fed up. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

He glared at you for a moment longer, your cheeks coloured bright red. Having a full mouth made things simpler. Instead of having to find the ideal (most pleasing to him) words and making the perfect promise, you could just prove yourself with your actions of doing as you were told. You gave him a serious look back.

And it was enough to appease him. He straightened up, his face disappearing from your field of vision again.

As you heard him resume his typing, you settled your body weight in your current position, intending to maintain it for as long as he desired. You concentrated on getting your breathing even, planning to use this as your foundation, the calm amongst the storm that you were sure was coming.

You felt him shift in his chair, then he laid his hand on top of your head. “How about you take it deeper?” He held onto you as you began moving your lips lower on his dick. “I know you can do it, sweetheart.”

As you drew your lips closer to his balls, you continued your mental chant to stay relaxed, to hold off sucking, still. You got him close to the opening of your throat. He gave you time to adjust, you placed your mouth in the most comfortable position. You could catch your breath.

“That’s better.” He said with a content sigh.

You held yourself still, even when he turned up the vibrations, making them more noticeable. But you didn’t properly acknowledge the pulsations, keeping them at a lower rung on your priority list.

You kept him as the only focus, the undeniable star. You dragged your tongue all over the length that filled your mouth. You felt out the veins that bulged, seeing how far you could trace them.

“Are you sucking?” He snapped and you froze.

You relaxed your mouth as you tried to recount what you had just been doing, whether on purpose or not. You supposed it was possible that in your endeavour to keep too much from spilling out of your mouth, you had briefly drawn your cheeks in. But there was no explaining this to him. You had to hope that your expression was apologetic enough as he came back into view. The prospect of disappointing him made your heart race and your gut clench.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, stern enough to make you shake a little. “I know that you don’t really get it because your entire job is fucking making tea. But I have actual work to do. And I haven’t got even half of it done yet…”

Your breath momentarily skipped as you wondered how long he would keep you down here. It was flattering to think that he was willing to dedicate potential hours of his energy to playing with you, in this very specific fantasy. If he wanted to spend an exaggerated amount of time with your mouth, then you wanted to spend just as long with his cock. 

“I know it’s hard for you, but can’t you pretend to be professional? Give being patient a try, instead of being the easiest slut in the world with those begging eyes.” He said.

He was quite marvellous in his teasing of you. It rattled you to hear words he wouldn’t usually say, a reminder for you to not get too comfortable. With him being wonderfully unpredictable, there was no chance of you getting bored.

You slowly blinked your eyes at him twice, this was the best you could offer him in lieu of being able to nod your head. This satisfied him that he didn’t have to keep scowling at you. He returned to his earlier posture, further tinkering with the computer.

Now you kept your tongue mostly still, becoming almost as inactive as a fleshlight. You shut your eyes, enjoying the absence of corrections from him.

You were breathing comfortably when you heard him begin to murmur to himself. “Let me see if-... a-ha, it is. That’s a damn miracle.”

You furrowed your brow but he didn’t keep you wondering for too long. He ducked his head down, looking less cross than before. But he still had the frostiness of his character intact, you could perceive that.

“I hit the halfway point. I was a little doubtful that I would be able to reach this point, it felt so far away. And now that I have, well, I think that I deserve a little reward. Something to help me celebrate and inspire me to do more of this terribly dull reading.”

You gave him another affirmative two blinks. He brought both of his hands down to hold either side of your head.

“I’m going to get some relief by pushing myself into that tight throat of yours.” He said and you did nothing to resist this proposed acceleration. “Just for a minute or so.”

It took focus to hold yourself to his earlier rule of not doing anything that was too similar to a blow job. You relaxed your throat as best you could. He shifted his position slightly in the chair and you fought back the urge of extra-excitement.

He drew your head closer to his body and you had your jaw hang slack. He stared into your eyes, giving as many insights as he was taking from you.

Your eyelids fluttered as his tip carefully entered your throat. It didn’t matter that you were expecting it, or that he moved slowly - the sensation still prompted surprise. You needed a second to adjust to this new feeling and he graciously gave it to you.

The surprise receded and you could get accustomed to this atypical feeling. The tightness felt like less of a concern the longer it went on.

He moaned as, with an arching of his back, he pushed his tip in deeper as you allowed. His next inhale audibly shook and you felt so much heat in your throat.

“Now, cute little thing, don’t forget to breathe through your nose.” He instructed, keeping the taunting edge in his voice. “Wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if you passed out ‘cause of this?”

You flared your nostrils, mostly adjusted to the new, slight restrictions on your breathing. It was a little more difficult but there was no sense of panic in you.

“I would have to ask someone for help.” He continued. “For your own safety, of course. But they would come in here and see a pathetic naked girl under my desk. And the explanation that this happened because you don’t know how to suck cock, can you think of anything more humiliating?”

The more that you thought about it (really picturing it thanks to his words), the more that your palms sweated as your heart pounding felt heavier in your chest. Meanwhile it was quite clear to you that he was relishing the idea. It wasn’t just about your fantasy right now.

He eased himself in more and the challenge of getting your throat to not clench truly started. You watched his chest swell and his eyes temporarily went unfocused. This was the closest you would get to his character complimenting you, it told you that he wanted to enjoy more of what he currently had - therefore you needed to give him as much as you could manage.

“Prove that you can be an effective desk pet.” He ordered.

Your lower lip was slippery now, the mess trickling down your chin, and probably soon to spread more. But that had to be ignored for now.

“Ah, yeah.” He moaned. “Do you like how that feels, having those balls on your chin? Your boss’ balls, right there on your face.”

You swallowed as best you could while he kept that arch in his back, not interested in pulling back from your throat yet.

“That desperate fucking look in your eyes. If I fuck your face, will that help you feel less desperate, little toy?” He asked.

Immediately you showed him the double blink to encourage him on. He held your head firmly as he started to experiment with moving his hips. He glided back a little before working himself into your throat.

“You can suck now, it’s okay. Show me how you can get me off.” He panted. “If you do it good enough, maybe I will let you come, too.

“Actually…” He trailed off as his attention went elsewhere. Beyond what you could see, he was reaching for something on top of the desk.

Once secured he showed it to you, the little, uncomplicated remote that paired with this vibrator.

“Just a little incentive for you, huh?” He said.

Your thighs clenched when you felt the power of the pulsations increase. It wasn’t as strong as it could be and you knew that you would need more to get you off. But it filled your body with a pleasing warmth and your mind was taken further away from the earlier slump.

“Don’t get too carried away. No coming until I say.” He said, his voice more restrained than before, but maintaining his sternness.

Meanwhile he was able to get very much carried away. The thrusting of his hips became consistent, stroking his dick back-and-forth between your lips. You saw how the fluttering of his eyelids kept happening, the time that he spent with his eyes closed lengthening.

He didn’t conclude every motion by plunging his tip into your throat, it just happened every now and then. That snug fit wasn’t the main thing that he needed anymore, not now that he had his promising rhythm.

You compared your current state to his. While you were almost entirely restricted, he was relishing every part of his freedom, not holding anything back. You craved it for yourself, craving to earn it.

You had a moment or two of matching him (testing how well you could move your head according to his pacing). But then he let loose even more, going into a quicker tempo. He was jackhammering his hips now and you shut your eyes, all of your effort going to not being pushed off.

It seemed that there wasn’t much needed of you beyond that. All you needed to do was be there to receive him and he would take care of the rest.

It wasn’t long before you were feeling the first noticeable drops of his cum. He gripped onto your head tighter as you felt more of that thick liquid springing out of him. You stopped caring about needing to breathe, you were willing to feel a little stinging in your lungs so that you could help him secure a fulfilling release. You sucked your cheeks in around him, already drawing some of his cum down your throat.

“Take it, you naughty little thing.” He coached.

There was only one more buck after this, then he claimed his climax. More of his liquid filled your mouth before he started to make a twitchy withdrawal from you.

You heard him gasping to get his breath back. You gave yourself a pause to settle back, letting your head momentarily hang. As you were swallowing, you took note of how wet your face was. You tried to not label the sensation as uncomfortable, because he might make you sit in this mess for a while.

“Cazzo…” He said with a sigh. “How do you feel?”

You were licking your lips as you raised your head again, letting him see your face. “I’m alright, sir.”

He seemed to be content with you staying in character, not looking at you in that concerned way for much longer. Because he trusted your word.

He slumped back in the seat, concentrating on his recovery at this moment. You remained in your contained space. It was in the centre of your field of vision, so you watched the way his member gradually lost its stiffness.

Silently observing this gave you the chance to notice that you were tired. You didn’t have the rushing thoughts to distract you from how low your energy was. It was as if you had just realised that you should be in bed.

Your body was responding to the device’s vibrations less now - it still felt good, but it didn’t have enough impact to really dominate your attention. You rested your ass back on your feet, noticing the quivering in your cunt less-and-less.

“And that desperate look is still in your eyes.” He said, gazing at you. Something in his stare made you focus more, knowing that the scene wasn't over for him yet either. “Maybe you can have a little fun because you did try so hard. I'll give you a moment to feel really good, but then you have to put your clothes back on and make me another cup of tea.”

“Yes, sir.” You said, watching as he seemingly realised that the remote was still in his hand.

The vibrator swiftly climbed up the levels of intensity and soon you had stopped thinking about going to sleep.

You clenched your thighs as the persistent rhythm started to have effect again. You felt how the sensitivities inside you had already had a head-start, so ready to run wild through you. A gloriously warm wave collided with you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you observed all of these rapid changes. You were excited at the prospect of no longer concentrating so hard to control yourself in quite specific ways. You didn’t care to try to settle yourself, you just let the rush happen.

He pressed another button to activate one of the vibrator’s pattern modes. Temporarily the strength dropped, consistently low.

There was time for you to take a couple of deep breaths, then the next climb in intensity happened. As it plateaued at this new level, you smiled because you had identified which mode he had selected. It was a very simple pattern: it gradually reached maximum intensity, giving you time at three different levels. It stayed at the highest point for the longest time, then cycled back to the low beginning. It was an effective mode that could get you aching with anticipation while craving more. You knew that you were at the start of a fun ride.

The toy grew faster, reaching its peak and you moaned happily. The intense massage stimulated so much of your pussy, promising more than you had been allowed. This was the kind of pleasure you could get lost in. Your back arched as you faced a new tension.

Before you could get too accustomed to this level, the vibrations switched to go back to the start of the cycle. You released a shaky exhale, letting that exciting swell fade.

But you could still feel the new responses it had brought out as you awaited another round with that intensity.

You embraced this more subtle moment, letting your muscles relax, even as you continued to tingle pretty much all over. When you opened your eyes you found that he was watching you and you kept the smile on your face.

“The good girl likes that, hm?” He said, appearing pleased with how responsive you were.

“Yes.”

“Keep this fun moment just between us.” He instructed. “You aren’t allowed to get too loud. I don’t care how incredible it starts to feel, no one else can hear you.”

You nodded, noting that the medium intensity had been reached, but you didn’t let it totally distract you. “Yes, sir.”

He went back to silently watching you, concentrating on the little reactions that you showed. You felt your walls flutter as you acknowledged that you couldn’t hide even a fraction of your ecstasy from him, regardless of the volume of your voice.

His dick was still out, laying flaccid against his pants. You saw only hints of the glisten that his cum and your saliva had earlier had him covered in.

The device climbed to its highest setting again. Excitedly your chest expanded as you savoured the widespread effects of this intensity. This would allow you to bring into view the peak where your release was awaiting you.

He moved into a less common (and perhaps less comfortable) position in his endeavour to get a closer look at you. He bent down, his chest almost pushed into his thighs as he got his face close to yours.

He was within kissing range. But you knew better than to expect or initiate anything like that with his current character.

He cupped his chin in his hand as he wore a thoughtful expression. You worried that you had done something wrong. But you were too preoccupied with the end of the vibrator’s intense burst to ask.

“I didn’t think it was so cold in the office today.” He said, a train of thought that caught you off-guard. “But those nipples are telling a different story…”

You smiled as his eyes went down to your chest, where both of your nipples were standing at attention. It had nothing to do with the temperature, something so insignificant hadn’t been noticed by you the entire time you had been under this desk.

He grabbed the right peak with his fingers. You couldn’t help squirming as this contact coincided with the toy raising to medium-intensity. He held the nipple in a firm pinch, one that could be increased or eased off. The tantalising squeeze made your heart beat faster.

“Or maybe this is just a symptom of how horny sucking cock makes you.” He said, tugging on your nipple as if he could pull it over to himself.

You nodded as your legs started to shake. “Yes.”

He gave the nipple a little twist, making your jaw fall open. “Yes, what? I’m smarter than you but I’m not a mind reader.”

“Yes, yes, it’s ‘cause having your cock in my mouth turns me on so much.” You said.

His next exhale was almost like a growl as he kept pulling on your nipple. “I wish I had known you were about to say something so depraved, I would have recorded it.” With a purposeful flick of his wrist he could guide the nipple up then down, before repeating the motion. Your tit moved in these waves, creating a different sensation. Your gut twisted in a new way, only helped along by the toy going to full strength again.

“You’re so sexy when you’re absolutely shameless like this.” He said.

You could no longer maintain eye contact with him, squeezing your eyes shut as you clenched your fists. All of this intensity was going straight to your head, but you remembered how he hadn’t yet explicitly said that you could climax.

It was a tiny relief when the toy concluded its strongest burst. But you could still feel that warm pressure in your pussy. You knew you had to accept its presence as you made ragged attempts at catching your breath.

“Is that feeling too good, baby? You are getting very worked up there. It looks like too much more of this could get you off. Is that the case?” He asked.

You made some strangled noises as you squirmed through this state of too much. “Yes. I-I think that I could.”

He stopped pinching your nipple, letting the skin cease its stretching. Less than a second later, he struck his finger against the stiff peak. This made you flinch, almost losing your balance and falling back.

“You really are that easy to get off, aren’t you?” He asked. “Fuck. I don’t even have to be here. I could just leave the vibrator as is and go back to work, I could completely ignore you and you would still come.”

Through gritted teeth, you tried to speak. “Please. Stay here.”

When you managed to pry your eyes open, you saw the satisfied and cocky smile on his face. “But what about my work? I’m depended on to actually do shit around here.”

“Later?” You asked with one shred of hope.

He made a tsk-ing noise, but he didn’t straighten up and leave this tiny space. “Naughty little thing.”

You squeezed your thighs together as the device went to its medium strength. And there was something more powerful only a few seconds away from you, but you were already feeling overwhelmed.

“Are you gonna come?” He asked, his voice almost as teasing as a touch would be.

“Want to.” You replied quietly.

“Yeah, you could come just like this?”

You tilted your pelvis, settling into the way all of your body seemed to be throbbing. Then the strongest mode resumed, taking your breath away from you.

“Are you gonna come?” He asked.

Was it just the rising pleasure painting your perception, or was his tone actually encouraging you on? One thing was certain - he wasn’t telling you to not go into the orgasm.

But before you could ride the pleasure too much higher, he had turned the toy off. Your brain scrambled, so stunned by this sudden lack of vibrations.

“What?” He asked in response to the look that you gave him. “I asked if you could come, I never said that you would, or that you should.”

You settled your body weight again, taking the chance to catch your breath. He hadn’t gone back to his pretend work, allowing you to study his expression. You tried to figure out if he wanted you to bargain with him or not.

“What if I asked you to get up and make me that tea right now?” He asked.

“I would do it, sir.” You said, even though you were feeling a little intimidated.

“Hmm…” He watched you, seemingly making his mind up. Then the vibrations started again. “No, I’m actually not that thirsty right now.”

It wasn’t the same pattern you had just been enjoying. His new approach was to give you all of the power instantly and the threat to your composure was almost devastating.

Somehow you managed to keep yourself together, even as your gut twisted up, tensed like the other muscles in your body. You didn’t let yourself acknowledge how close the edge was, your mental will going into not thinking about what was on the other side of that edge.

“Can you follow a countdown?” He asked.

Your throat was tight as you answered. “Counting down to an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh. I go from ten to zero, when I get to zero… Well, I think you know what to do. Do you think you can do that?”

You rubbed your thighs together, willing that you not get too ahead of yourself. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

You hadn’t realised that you weren’t already experiencing the highest possible vibrations. But he dialled them up and it was almost impossible to contain the whine that came in response.

You waited, the majority of your attention went to listening out for his count. But he didn’t say a word. Your heart jackhammered in your chest, begging you to use some of this energy.

You looked up at him, seeing how perfectly (and maddeningly) relaxed he was. “Sir?”

“Hm?” He played at being oblivious again. “Oh, I thought you would say when you were ready for me to start counting.”

You huffed as you barely kept yourself from cursing at him. “Ready, sir.”

He licked his lips, eyes taking in all of the desperation on your face. “Ten…”

The need pulsed through you, dominating all of your thoughts and drawing you in deeper. The excitement was starting to run the show, tempting you to lose yourself.

“Nine, eight…” He said, seeming to draw the words out. “This had better be one of the quietest orgasms of your life.”

You nodded, your lips clamped together because you didn’t trust yourself right now. If you opened your mouth to speak, there was no guarantee that more wouldn’t come out.

“Seven, six…”

His face was even closer to yours as he continued enjoying you in your current state. You couldn’t hold yourself still, your hips stuttering uselessly as the tension rose to an almost unbearable level.

“Five, four…”

In your head you screamed at him to hurry up, seriously doubting your ability to sustain this. But on the outside you were just a series of continuously muffled moans. Maybe from his perspective, it seemed like you could definitely handle this.

“Three…” He said before pausing, his brow creasing as he pretended to be confused. “Wait, what’s after that?”

“Two.” You murmured.

“Yeah, two.” He agreed.

You began to get excited about how close you were to the finish line. You licked your lips, refreshing the taste of his cum on your tongue.

This taste was swiftly followed by disappointment when the vibrations abruptly ended, the device becoming inactive between your very sensitive walls. It was even harder to not swear at him this time.

You shut your eyes as your terrific climb to the peak was stunted. The frustration was more than you knew how to deal with. It could have defeated you in your overworked state. You were consumed by tremors, forcing your attention to taking deep breaths.

“Oh, did something happen to the battery?” He asked, so obviously making fun of you. “Wow, what ridiculously bad timing…” You weren’t so sure that you had it in you to keep playing along with him, the way that your entire body was crying out for release was rather distracting.

“Should I try one of the buttons? Maybe it was a random glitch. Or maybe the battery is empty.” He said.

“Please. Try it. Try, please.” You whispered.

“Alright.” He said, his word was quickly followed by the return of the vibrations. “Oh, I guess it was a random glitch.”

The intensity floored you and you hated the thought of falling short on its conclusion again.

You were just a pile of nerves as he started counting again, repeating ten. You lightly rocked yourself back-and-forth as you gave up control, hoping it would be traded for what you needed.

You were again robbed of the luxury of falling apart when he turned the vibrations off.

You could have started to produce tears at that point, you were at such a profound-feeling loss. You considered saying the safe word and admitting that the CEO’s teasing was too much because you didn’t think you could deal with it anymore.

“I’m just not totally convinced that you deserve to come…” He said.

You raised your head, deciding to be totally honest with him. You couldn’t stop shivering and your mouth hung open as you kept at the attempts to catch your breath.

“Please.” You said, you didn’t have the mental capacity to dress the request up in any way.

Perhaps it was how pathetic you looked that appealed to him because you weren’t left waiting to feel the vibrations. They were powerful and you wanted to trust them to give you release - but amongst the wonderful sensations, doubts lingered.

“Okay.” He said, his voice softer. “Okay sweetie, I’m… five, four, three…”

You felt the crazy rise of pleasure, it was so spectacular that not getting your hopes up was an impossibility. You writhed, your excitement jumping from one promising sensation to the next as he kept counting.

The vibrations stuck with you as, at long last, everything fell into place, synced to him saying zero. The tension broke and you finally got to claim the release as yours.

It fulfilled you to finally get to the conclusion. Temporarily giving you everything that you needed. You were elevated by the bliss, not needing to know anything else.

On the other side of this, you didn’t find even a fraction of calm. How could you come down like this? There wasn’t anywhere safe to land.

“Pumpkin.” The word left your mouth before you could put any real thought into it.

He sprang into action, the vibrator immediately turned off before he put his hands on your upper arms. “Okay, okay. Come out of there, I've got you.”

He arrived on the floor directly in front of you, kneeling. He reached around you and made quick work of undoing the tie, freeing your wrists. You leaned against him, trying to get your breath back.

“Shh, shh babygirl.” He soothed and you let more of your body go limp, your arms hanging by your sides. “I'm gonna take the toy out now, so just relax. Relax for me.”

You were still reeling as you felt the device being pulled from your sensitive pussy. You were ready for everything to stop, you knew there was nothing more that you could give.

“I'm sorry.” You said.

“Hey, sorry for what?” He asked. “The scene was over, anyway. You didn't cut anything short, it was all done.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a secure embrace. “You have nothing to be sorry for.

“Come sit in the chair with me.” He said.

He helped you up then he sat down on the chair, offering you his lap. You sat down, your back resting against him. He linked his arms around your middle as you began taking deeper, slower breaths, calm returning to you. You had stopped noticing the rate at which your heart was beating.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “Yep, I am now. I just…”

“That was a lot, and you did a great job, babe.”

You shut your eyes, even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in this upright position. But it was comfortable, your legs overlapping his and all of the pressure taken from your body. Listening to his steady breathing soothed you even further.

Before you could have any kind of reaction to the current temperature, he was lying the warm suit jacket over your body, a stand-in for a blanket.

His nose rested against your temple as he started to talk. “You are not stupid. You are not useless. You are not annoying.” You just listened, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. “You’re a good girl, a very good girl. Such a good girl. You are so intelligent and strong and capable. You’re exceptional, you know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You said, feeling so secure in his arms. “Were you actually typing something into that doc’, or were you just hitting random keys?”

“I was on Airbnb, I wanted to see what our options are for Christmas.” He said.

He wiggled the mouse and the screen re-illuminated, you looked at it with him. Christmas was going to be spent with his family this year. You were to have a little vacation in Trapani, renting a house that everyone could stay in, maximising bonding time. It had been worked into everyone’s schedule, but the house hadn’t been decided on yet.

“We don’t have to look through them right now, we can wait ‘til you’re more rested.” He said. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“Please, that’s all I want to do.” You said.

“Do you need me to get you anything from the kitchen?” He asked as you got to your feet.

“No. But I think I left my phone in the lounge room.” You said.

He stood up and tucked his dick back into his pants, zipping them shut. “I’ll get it for you, you lay down.”

Unaccompanied, you went into the bedroom, visiting the ensuite instantly. You washed your face and cleaned what remained of his mess off of your neck. You swirled some water around the inside of your mouth then climbed into bed, your body feeling a bit tender.

“Alright, I’ve got your phone, my phone. I shut down your computer and turned off the lights and everything out there.” He announced as he came into the bedroom. “Before I sit down- is there anything that I forgot?”

“No, you took care of literally everything. Thank you, Dami.”

He came over and gave you a kiss on the forehead. He plopped down on his side of the bed and started to take off his suit, in a very inelegant fashion. “I don’t see your menu.”

“I don’t need it, I already know what I want for aftercare.” You said.

“What’s that?”

“Can we get dessert delivered?” You asked.

He tucked his legs under the covers and began to lay back. “Genius, fuck yes we can. Did you have a particular shop in mind?”

You leaned into his side as he unlocked his phone. Together you found the best option amongst the restaurants that were still open at this hour. Through the UberEats app you each selected items.

Once the order was processed, he wrapped an arm around you, he no longer had any distractions from you. “I love you, pet.”

“I love you too.” You said as he kissed you on the cheek. “You helped me so much, like that bad mood is completely vanquished.”

“Really, there’s no traces left?” He asked.

You sat up a little straighter so you could meet his eyes. “Yep, no traces left.” You picked up his hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you shared a smile. “You’re amazing.”

“Anytime, it’s my pleasure.” He said before giving you a soft kiss.

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An Uncanny Dream

Now, I have dreams, some of which tend to involve a character or two. I am a Genshin Impact fan, and I especially like Kaeya. But the dream I had about Kaeya was so uncanny and equally majestic that I never wanted to forget about it. So, I prepared some visuals. I will be using the notes I took the moment I woke up. These notes help me a lot, as I have already forgotten almost all of the details.

Plot: I was the player but instead of controlling the Traveler, I was controlling Kaeya, the story itself was from his perspective. Because of a reason, I cannot remember, Kaeya ended up stuck between the line of truth and delusion.

Kaeya was aware of his existence, his world was pitch black and white. Everything he used to find beautiful now looked horrible, all voices were gone but a music that kept repeating over and over. As Kaeya, I was supposed to run around and ask for help. But no matter where we went, we couldn't interact with a person.

I remembered I had some resin (even in a dream I'm worried about not using resin lol) and decided to fight in a domain. Somehow, although we couldn't interact with humans and animals, Kaeya could harm Hilichurls and other Abyss-related creatures.

Upon defeating the enemies, Kaeya got an artifact. But this artifact didn't have relic bonuses.

The artifact's name was changed to "Memories From Afar". When I tried looking at the description of the artifact, instead of writing a story or giving an explanation, it simply said:

"You cannot go back now. Memories are out of your reach."

It said "Fatal error." too in very rare cases, because I was panicking so much that I kept reloading the screen and expected something else to come. After obtaining this artifact, I never managed to earn another one no matter how much resin I used.

I decided to use this artifact on Kaeya, but when I opened the character screen, all of my characters were gone and only Kaeya existed. And, well, he didn't look very well.

All of his talents were set back to one. His name didn't exist, instead, there was something akin to "X" but not exactly the same. He was a shadow, an "absence" on the game's screen. And his profile icon didn't exist as well. During this moment, I noticed that Kaeya couldn't interact with the others because he literally didn't exist anymore. He was conscious, he tried everything, but all that was left of him was his absence. And for some reason, no one in Mondstadt seemed to notice his sudden disappearance either.

Did the Irminsul Tree get corrupted and erase his information or was he not cared for at all? This was the question Kaeya asked. I was shocked since I didn't expect him to know about the tree and information could get erased from there.

I kept controlling Kaeya but the vision was so vague that the map barely helped, and no, the main menu wasn't opening either. No Paimon, no settings, just Kaeya and his absence.

Then, I remember seeing Dragonspine. Kaeya was here for some reason, lost and confused. But since he didn't exist anymore and all he could talk with was me (the player, not the traveler, he broke the 4th wall) he suggested taking some pictures.

This especially crept into me a lot because, in one of the fics I wrote, Kaeya went so insane that he needed pictures to make sure he did things right. I can somehow feel that by telling me to take pictures, he meant it in a way to "make sure everything is real."

He got mad when he saw the photos and how even they were colorless. He thought that by using an object that "exists" he could get rid of the terrible darkness. The photos also proved that what we were seeing was correct since not even the player could outrun the colorless screen. Yes, he said that. If even I can't change things, there is nothing Kaeya could do, according to him.

This was one of the scariest scenes, to be honest. The map was there but I couldn't understand a thing, everything looked too dark, once the elegant and magical Dragonspine was now sheer nightmare material. We fought multiple monsters. Kaeya was trying to find his way into reality, thinking for some reason that someone could bend his curse, and bring back the colors. It felt cold, too cold. I could physically feel the sheer chillness hitting my face. I remember moving in my bed as the dream continued.

But it came to an end. Kaeya was attacked by a Mitachurl with a cryo shield. We tried outrunning it but the cold killed Kaeya before the monster. I woke up after he died, the "sheer cold" screen was the simplest but most uncanny thing I have ever seen. It doesn't look that terrifying in the gif but imagine seeing this in a dream.

And a silence followed, Kaeya said nothing. I clicked the revive button but it simply said "Fatal error: Character files missing"

But as I stared at the screen, I could also think of a way that could have saved Kaeya. It was Diluc. For some reason, Diluc's flames could cut through Kaeya's corruption and the tides of reality itself. That little cut between truth and delusion could be his escape. But we never found Diluc, and it was already too late when I realized what we could have done. I felt guilty, knowing that he died because of me. And it wasn't a simple death either, he was deleted or his information in the Irminsul Tree got corrupted beyond fixing, erasing him from existence altogether as the only remains of his presence were his consciousness. He died in darkness, in the sheer cold he despised so much.

I woke up. I was mesmerized by this dream and wanted to write it down. But now that I looked at my badly written notes and the scenes I tried recreating, I feel terrible. This dream was one of the greatest things I have ever experienced, it showed just how creative my brain could get but also... how horrifying it can be. I will never forget the sheer cold screen and the artifact of "Memories From Afar".

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [43]

chapter forty-three, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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November 4th 2017

Her head is pounding. It’s ringing. It kind of sounds like the guitar riff in I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.

Then she realises that it is the riff from the familiar Arctic Monkeys song, and that her phone, which is just out of reach, is ringing.

She reaches one hand out but it’s not enough so she forces her aching body to crawl towards it.

“H-Hello?”

“Thank God, I was about to file a missing person’s report.”

“Pheebs?”

“Where are you?”

Tommie groans as she sits up and looks around, she’s still in the studio. But the freshly cleaned studio is a mess once more. “What?”

“Where are you?”

“Um, sorry, I fell asleep at the studio,” She looks around at the mess, her new journal that she’d gotten from George is open on the coffee table, the little baggie being used as a bookmark for a different page.

“The studio?” There’s a dull ache in her head, or maybe it’s her jaw. No, it’s definitely her nose. Her mouth is dry and she fumbles until she finds a half empty can of dr pepper Matty had left behind, “What are you doing there?”

“I was working on something.”

“Is everything okay?”

She looks around. No, she can’t remember much and her mind is fuzzy.

“Yeah… yeah, um, I’ll just finish up here and be back.”

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

Phoebe’s silent for too long on the other end of the phone and Tommie moves her hand back to look if she’s hung up or not.

“Matty’s put himself into rehab.”

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December 1st 2017

Tommie’s back in her little Welsh house. She’s decided to give Phoebe space for the next few months and to take some time to herself (and Button.)

But the doorbell rings one Friday morning and her brow raises as she drags herself away from her Criminal Minds marathon to answer it.

“Hiy- Gabby?”

The Australian model moves from foot to foot, trying to contain an excited Allen who jumps towards the redhead the moment he sees her. “Hi.”

Tommie stares at her, ignoring Button and Allen who reunite on her porch. “Can I- come in?”

“Sure, yes, of course, yes, come in.” 

She holds the door open and Gabby steps in, but when it closes behind her she doesn’t move into the living room, she stays in the hallway looking at the frames hung on the wall. 

“Is everything okay?”

Gabby lets go of Allen’s lead allowing the dog to run after Button who’s gone out to the back garden. Then she fishes into the pocket of her puffer coat grasping a little brown notebook.

“Caleb came to the old flat, dropped this off for you.”

She takes the book gently and then rubs her thumb over the cover, “Thank you.”

Gabby nods, “I’ve talked with Jamie,” She tells her, “He said everything is going through good, looks like you’re gonna win.”

“Yeah.”

The silence that stretches is awkward, Tommie’s too afraid to say anything in fear of it being the wrong thing.

“Can I ask a favour?”

She doesn’t respond, so Gabby goes on anyway, “Can you- have Allen? I just- I can’t, and he’s always loved you, and you have Button, so I thought… I thought that, you know-”

“Sure.”

Gabby nods, “Thank you.”

She lets her eyes travel the frames again, she notices that the one that used to hold a photo of Matty and Tommie in New York, huge marshmallow coats and the dog's leads in hands is gone. It’s been replaced with a picture from the same day of Button and Allen sharing a hotdog.

“Do you want a cup-”

“I should go.”

Gabby purses her lips, “I’m going back to Australia.”

“What about Matty?”

She shakes her head, “He broke up with me.”

“What?”

She looks at her shoes, “The day he put himself into rehab, he called me, broke up with me and disappeared.”

“Gabs, I’m-”

“I think it needed to happen. We haven’t been the same since-” She cuts herself off, she doesn’t want to blame Tommie, she knows it was technically Caleb’s fault that Matty found out about Tommie’s feelings in the first place.

“I’ve got a plane to catch.” Tommie nods then and opens the door for her.

Gabby stops before she takes the first step out the door and lets her hand land on Tommie’s shoulders. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends in the end.”

“We still can,” Tommie tries, one final attempt. “We can still be friends.”

Gabby shakes her head, “No, we can’t.”

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[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic (4th Feb): Picture Perfect (Tauxolouve/MC)

Title: Picture Perfect

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Tauxolouve/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 1,251

Written for Prompt: February 4 : camera | lush | beau @fluffbruary

February 4th: Picture Perfect (Tauxolouve/MC)

During her lunch break at the planetarium, ___ sighed softly to herself.

“___?” Hiyori asked, putting her own lunch down for a moment. “Is something the matter?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just we’ve been rather busy recently and so has Lou so we’ve not seen each other much at all these past few weeks.”

Hiyori frowned a little. “True we have been rather busy with this event, but last week was rather quiet…”

“Yes, but last week wasn’t quiet for Lou,” ___ murmured.

“Typical,” Hiyori muttered. She then looked curiously at ___. “You know I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you mention what he actually does.”

___ nearly choked on her food. “Does that matter?”

“... No I suppose not. It’s just the way he acted that first time he was here…”

“Oh, that,” ___ replied, now smiling. “I told you before, don’t worry about that. Lou isn’t really like that.”

Hiyori smiled back with a glint in her eyes. “Why not tell me more about what he’s really like then? The times I’ve seen him pick you up it seems as though he acts like a gentleman.”

“That’s because he is,” ___ insisted back with a look of love in her eyes. “He acted like that even before we were dating.”

“Of course he did,” Hiyori replied with a grin. “He was clearly interested in you from the start after all.”

___ sighed. “There’s more to it than that.”

Hiyori nodded. “I understand. Okay then if you’re missing each other so much how come I’ve not seen any photos of you two together? If I had a boyfriend as handsome as Tauxolouve I’m sure I’d be showing him off.”

“Hiyori!” ___ snapped, blushing a little. “Don’t let your own boyfriend hear you say that.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Hiyori replied. “Don’t avoid the question.”

___ thought for a moment, wondering how to explain that the Gods didn’t have cameras. Not that that should have stopped her from taking some. So why hadn’t she?

“___ ?”

“Oh! Sorry!” ___ blurted out, startled back out of her thoughts. “I guess… Lou really enjoys sketching and painting. I suppose I’ve never really felt the need to have a photo of us when he has all these wonderful drawings…”

“But the way you got lost in your head just now… you’re wishing you had taken some, huh?” Hiyori asked knowingly. “You should have a photo of you and your beau.”

___ laughed at this point. “Beau? Isn’t that rather old fashioned?”

“It fits his personality though doesn’t it?” Hiyori replied, unfazed. “Besides you should have a nickname for him, you clearly enjoy the one he has for you.”

Initially confused, ___ blinked as she realised what Hiyori was referring to. She forced a smile. “Yes, I suppose if I didn’t like the term little lady I’d have told him to cut it out by now,” she murmured. “Though I’m not sure Lou will even know what that term means.”

“Surely that’s even better though?” Hiyori retorted. “As long as he understands it as a term of endearment that’s all that matters.”

As ___ went to respond, she caught sight of the time out of the corner of her eye. Their break was nearly over. “Hiyori, I think we better concentrate on our lunch if we actually want to eat it.”

“Oh! Right!”

***

That evening, ___ and Hiyori left the planetarium at the same time. As they stepped outside, ___ broke into a run as she saw Tauxolouve waiting.

Steadying her as she almost tripped, Tauxolouve smiled brightly and tilted his head. “Careful now, little lady. I’m glad you’re so excited to see me but let’s not hurt ourselves in the process.”

Hiyori looked over to them with a wide smile. “It’s almost as though you’re psychic. ___ spent all lunch time talking about you and how little you’d seen each other recently.”

“Hiyori!” ___ snapped, clinging to Tauxolouve in embarrassment.

Tauxolouve, however, simply smiled again. “I wondered why my ears were burning,” he replied with a slight chuckle. He then took ___’s hand in his own, his expression more worried. “She’s right though, it has been rather a hectic few weeks for us both.”

“I’ll get out of your hair,” Hiryori replied in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow ___! Don’t forget to tell him about what we talked about!”

After Hiyori had left with that parting shot, ___ looked uneasily up at Tauxolouve, swallowing at the questioning gaze he was now giving her.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“I… it’s just a silly thing really…”

Tauxolouve smiled kindly. “I doubt anything you want to talk about, no matter how small, can be classified as silly. We’ve got all evening. Take your time.”

“... Hiyori was wondering why we didn’t have any photos of us.”

“Photos?” Tauxolouve asked, his expression a little blank now.

___ nodded and took out her phone. “I think I’ve probably mentioned them before, but not why we have them. It’s a form of keeping memories alive and being able to show other people…”

As she tried to explain, Tauxolouve squeezed her hand gently. Taking in the information, he nodded in understanding. “In a way, it sounds like another form of art…”

“Some people do do photography professionally,” ___ replied. She then looked curiously at his expression. “You got something in mind?”

“I do. Originally I was thinking to paint but maybe this’ll work as well. Hold on.”

Making sure she was gripping him tightly, Tauxolouve raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

***

Once ___ had reoriented herself from being teleported, her eyes widened at the lush greenery and array of colours spread out in the fields in front of her. There seemed to be acres of land, all covered with tulips.

“Where on earth are we?” ___ breathed, looking around with wonder.

“Amsterdam, I think?” Tauxolouve replied, a little unsure himself. “I would not even know of this had it not been for a Wish I’d had to grant earlier this week.”

___ smiled brightly, overjoyed. “It’s so pretty,” she commented, not sure she’d ever fully get used to the fact that the Gods could teleport her anywhere in the world in mere seconds. “You’re right, this’d be a nice place to get a photo… oh but I guess I better wait a while before showing Hiyori it. I’m not sure I’d be able to explain how we were able to take it so quickly.”

Tauxolouve laughed lightly, before helping ___ to carefully step further into the fields of flowers. “I suppose that’s true enough. We can take something at home too if you want.”

“Of course! I’d love that!” ___ responded happily. 

Now in the middle of the flowers, ___ got her phone out as Tauxolouve wrapped an arm around her waist. Lifting it up so she could get both of them in shot on the front-facing camera, she took a couple of photos.

About to take a third, just to make sure, she almost dropped her phone in surprise as Tauxolouve suddenly kissed her on the cheek.

Putting it away instead, she turned to face him. “... Lou…” she mumbled.

Tauxolouve smiled softly at her, before pulling her into a tender and loving kiss.

When they broke away for air, he glanced around once more. “Yanno what… maybe I will paint this scene as well. You don’t mind, do you?”

___ smiled brightly and hugged him tightly before kissing him again briefly. “Of course not!”

[itsscromp]

I was wondering if I could ask for an insomniac Peter or miles, I don't mind which, with a reader who's a young kid that they saved? Maybe they're like that one kid from the comics who has a terminal illness and has all of the Spider-men memorabilia.

Have a good day!

Insomniac Spider-Men X reader

Oooh this is a fantastic idea anon, For this one, I'm gonna say I'M GONNA DO BOTH !!!!. so with that here is your request :D. Word count:701

Peter and Miles were Battling out Lizard who was wreaking havoc on the annual 4th of July parade, Running around and terrorizing citizens in the process.

"Pete this is looking bad !!" Miles worried

"Don't think like that, we can do this ok miles. I'll hold down lizard while you help the people" Peter spoke through the mask as he swung into action. Webbing onto lizards back as he tried to control his movements.

Meanwhile miles was getting everyone out safely, clearing paths from rubble left by Lizard.

"Everyone go go !!!" He called out to them as he motioned everyone to leave the site now.

But as people were leaving, Mile's Spider-sense set off, He then heard a piece of rubble falling down from the building as Peter was fighting the lizard. Under it was a kid. miles quickly leapt into action as he pushed the kid out and caught the rubble, saving them.

"Oh my go..."

"Go go, it's not safe..." Miles grunted as he placed the rubble down and urged you away from the site.

"Thank you.." You said to him before rushing to your parents.

"A little help please..." Peter called out as he was starting to lose control of lizard.

The day was saved once again as Peter and Miles managed to web Lizard onto the ground, restricting his movements.

"Nice work out there Spider-Man" Peter raised his fist for a fist bump.

"You too man" Miles happily fist bumped peter.

Throughout the day, Miles thought about the kid that he had saved, wondering if they was okay. Surely they would, His phone then buzzed with a request from the FNSM app that Ganke put together for him and Peter.

"Hey Pete I got a request that requires the both of us"

"Oh Yeah ??, What's the request ??"

"It seems someone by the name of Y/n L/n wants us to meet them in person"

"I got some time, come on let's go"

With that, Peter and Miles met up at the location and looked around for the person who made the request. Miles then felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.

"Can I he... Oh wait, your that kid I saved right ??"

"Yes, My name is Y/n. I wanted to thank you both in person rather than wait to see you guys again." You chuckled

"Hey, It's no trouble y/n, Whenever you need help. You can always request through the app." Peter gently ruffled your hair.

It was then Miles noticed your shirt and smiled under the mask.

"Looks like we have a fan"

You sheepishly rub your neck and nervously chuckled.

"Yeah... I'm a pretty big fan of you guys, You do so much for the city and ask for nothing in return. I think that's inspirational."

"We always fight for what's right in this city, This is our home too. So if anyone tries to mess with it or with people like you y/n, then they mess with us" Peter flexed his biceps and looked out in pride. Making you and miles chuckle.

"He's a bit of a showboat sometimes" Miles whispered to you.

"Hehe, thank you guys really." You then brought them in for a group hug, It was moments like these that made Peter and Miles appreciate being Spider-Man, Seeing the smiles on people's faces and seeing how much they appreciate their help. Keeps them pushing to continue fighting for this city.

"Before you guys go, can I get a quick photo ??"

"Of course" Miles said as you pulled out your phone and then took a selfie with the two, having the biggest smile on your face.

"Thank you guys so much for today, and for everyday"

Hearing what you say makes Peter and Miles smile brightly. Hearing the words of affirmation means the absolute world to them.

"Always y/n, remember if you need help or just want to meet. make a request through the app ok champ ??" Peter said as he then swung off waving goodbye at you.

"See you around y/n" Miles then joined peter.

Seeing them swing away, off to save the city again. Made you smile brightly, they were just amazing people.

taglist: @callofdudes

[ilikedetectives]

Embarrassing Personal Ask Game

“We are going to talk about obsessions CRUSHES! Name 3 (celebrity crush, fictional/ cartoon/ videogame crush, and your current crush (may be real or not). And please give a brief (or lengthy) explanation or backstory.” Thank you @jove999 for the tag.

celebrity crush: Ngô Thanh Vân. I already love her way back in middle school because not many Viet actress do their own fight stunts, but then I saw The Old Guard and saw her "Why am I the bottom one?" comment on a wlw art of Andromache and Quỳnh so yea I'll keep stanning.

fictional crush: 白发魔女 (Bạch Phát Ma Nữ/White Haired Demoness). Her hair was originally pitch black but after a betrayal it turned white overnight. I am aware I have a thing for women with long silky white hair and it didn't start with Minthara.

manga crush: Lady Oscar my beloved. I too like countless girls in the manga wishing Oscar was a man while reading the manga in 4th grade, but then I realized I could just...have a crush on her as a woman??? *galaxy brain moment*

current crush (may be real or not): I can put Minthara but everyone and their moms know that already lol. Anyway, here's 淵祭 Yuanji from 幻城 (Huyễn Thành/Ice Fantasy). I know the photos have two people, but in the book, these two are the same character (the most powerful god in the universe who needed to be imprisoned eons ago because she threatened the survival of the realms). For the TV adaptation the character is split into two separate ones (and they have a son who is also hot). idk how I feel about this change cuz both are too hot I cannot think.

[ruby-winchester24]

Why can’t you see i love you?

Butters Stotch x fem reader

⚠️drug abuse, mentioned sex, and angst⚠️

There i was, this was the 4th time this week. Me sitting at my window with my fan going and a towel blocking my door. Pushing the bud into my bowl, leaving me with a sticky residue on my thumb, bringing up the pipe to my lips and striking my lighter alive. Taking a deep breath i feel the back of my throat burn and the taste of the smoke coating my tongue, exhaling i feel the pain slowly leaving my body, but it’s still not enough, bringing it back up to my lips and repeating the process until there is nothing left.

But it was never enough, all the meaningless sex with people i have never cared about, all of the weed i smoke, all the vapes i go through. It’s still not enough. His face still lingers in your mind, the way he laughs at my horrible jokes, how he hugs me, calling me pet names, the present he got for Valentine’s day for me. But nothing, there was never a hint that he even liked me.

Moving back over to my bed i stare at my phone background, a photo of me and Butters at Homecoming, me in my sparkly blue dress that met my mid thigh. And him, his dad made him wear suspenders and a tie but oh did it look so good. He asked me a week before homecoming came around because neither of us had dates. it was one of the best and worst nights of my life, feeling like a second option, but the way he held me as we danced around on the dancefloor with all our friends. As a slow song came on he handed me his hand, pulling out out with all the other couples, his hands on my waist and my hands around his neck. Swaying side to side with my head resting on his shoulder, i never wanted that moment to end it was so perfect the way our body’s came together like the last puzzle piece to a million piece puzzle.

I have never felt this way before for a human in my life, the casual hookups were just a way to fill the hole in my heart that only he can fill. I still remember the night me and Clyde fucked for the first time. Me laying on his bed with nothing on but him above me only in his underwear looking me up and down with blown out lust filled pupils. When he was thrusting inside me it didn’t feel right the only person i could think of was Butters, how i should be under him, letting him take my virginity.

Falling back onto my back, my head hitting the pillow with my right hand holding my phone, regretting what i have done with my life to this point. All of the horrible coping mechanisms i use, being to scared to tell Butters how i feel. Rolling over to my left side holding my blanket close to my body i start to sob, letting out all of the pent up emotions i kept in for too long.

A buzzing taking me out of my trance was a notification from Butters.

Butters💋

Hey doll i was wondering if you wanted to hang out!

You

i would love too

Butters💋

Alrighty i will be there soon :3

“oh god i need to get ready!” thinking to myself, pushing my body off of my mattress. As i made my way to the bathroom i see how bloodshot my eyes were from smoking and crying, taking out my eye drops i out two drops into my eye, blinking away the stinging sensation of a foreign liquid hitting my eye. I start to put on some light makeup and brush my teeth and hair, making sure i still look good for him. I start to pick up my room of all the clothes scattered throughout the room, picking up trash and unnecessary things laying around. Spraying some air freshener into the air so it doesn’t reak of weed, knowing how Butters doesn’t like it.

A couple minutes pass as i hear a knocking on the door. Emerging from my room, walking down the hallway to answer the front door, And there he was, Leopold Stotch looking more handsome then ever, him wearing a nice pare of jeans with a cute grandpa sweater, his hair all styled into the way he loves it, his glass eye shining in the light, and his cologne oh lord how it made you feel things you shouldn’t feel.

“Hey Butters, come on in!” i say with a new wave of excitement hitting my body.

“Hey there, i missed you” he says grabbing my body with his long arms holding into a hug.

Taking your hand into his, pulling him to follow him into your room with this new found confidence boost, it was probably from all the weed i smoked 30 minutes ago before he arrived, blocking all anxiety. When you made it to your room Butters immediately sitting on your bed running his hands over your soft blanket you found comfort in earlier.

“So what do you want to do?” i ask making my way over to my bed to sit with Butters, landing right next to him and my hand falling over his.

“I’m not really sure, i just really needed to get away from my dad” Butters confessed, it always broke your heart how his parents treated his so horribly, they only think of themselves not thinking about how it affects him.

“Oh i’m sorry Leo” i say embracing him into a hug to comfort the poor blonde.

“It’s okay, thank you” butters responds, wrapping his arms around my frame, sending butterflies into my stomach.

When Butters lets me go i feel like i lost something, something i craved so desperately that my other additions couldn’t fill. And it was love, how i craved to be loved by the person i want so bad. When i first moved to South park, Butters was the first person to talk to you, he even gave you a tour of the school after you were done eating lunch. As we roamed the halls together, him telling me what all the classrooms were used for, i could barley concentrate to what he was saying. Starstruck from his beautiful soul and body.

even though he was such a tall boy he still seemed like such a teddy bear, a child a heart, so sweet and naive. even if Cartman kinda ruined that he was still so sweet to anyone he came across.

looking into his eyes, how one showed so much emotion and love and the other one being another shade of light blue like his real pupil. then looking down at his soft plump lips, oh how they looked so kissable. the way his beautiful beach blonde hair shines in the light coming through your window.

your head raced with thoughts of the boy, then mostly being nasty and nothing you should ever bring up but the others were the thoughts of him loving you, calling you his.

you couldn’t resist your feelings anymore, the mixture of the foggy feeling of the weed you smoked and the fuzzy warm feeling of love when i looked at Leo. once your lips met Leo’s you’re heart fluttered with happiness.

once you pulled away you looked into Butters eyes, seeing shock and love.

“i- y/n um, wow” Butters stuttered out feeling the same feelings as you.

“i’m so sorry butters i shouldn’t have don-” i was cut off my Butters kissing me again, but there was so much more love and passion behind the kiss, almost making me dizzy.

“i love you so much” Butters whispers against your lips before he goes back in for another kiss, this time it was filled with lust. his hands roaming over my body.

“oh god i love you too” i whimper when Butters pulls away from the kiss.

“y/n please be my girlfriend i have fallen in love with you since i first laid eyes on you, your so beautiful. your the first person i feel like i could really trust and i want to be by your side and i know your hurting, i can see it. i want to help you my love” Butters confesses looking deep into your eyes, as he grabs for your hands, his hands engulfing yours.

“yes Butters, oh god yes i have loved you for such a long time. but i never thought you did, that’s why i used drugs for such a long time” i pronounce, the feeling of happiness taking over my body.

“come here hun” Butters cooed, opening his arms.

as i fall into his arms he engulfs me, laying down into my bed. he places his hand on my head and starts to rub your head and hum.

slowly his actions start too lull me to sleep, i look up to see his face he is already looking down at me.

“i love you baby, go to sleep” Butters whispers, kissing your forehead and continues to pet your head.

as i drift into sleep you hear sweet Leopold Stotch’s heartbeat, in the embrace of your new boyfriend.

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i really hope you guys like this story, i’m sorry for not getting it out sooner i was at a week retreat but please feel free to give me requests i love hearing your guys feedback, love you and i appreciate all of your support❤️

[waru-chan8]

Coming here so that I’m not flooding racingmuppett’s notifications since I have another question.

What’s the deal with Dani and Puig?? I know almost all fans dislike him. I’ve heard things of him supposedly pushing Marc too hard, but Marc had a lot of praise for him in the Honda video highlighting his role (I know he wasn’t going to sit there and trash on him, but the praises seemed different). And I’ve heard things of him pushing Dani out??

I don't think they mind their inbox flooding. But happy to be considered for historic ask!

What's the deal with Dani and Puig?? Where do I start? Their relationship goes back a long way. In fact, people will say (Puig including) that Dani owns his career to Puig. Dani started his racing life in mini-bikes/pocket bikes (those small bikes, I'm not sure the name in English). He actually manages to win the Spanish championship on his first try. Dani's parents could not afford to pay for a 125cc bike, so Dani gave up and was going to focus on bicycles, until he was informed about a new promotion cup.

The 'Moviestar Joven Activa Cup' was a promotion cup organized by DORNA and in front of the project they have put an ex-rider Alberto Puig. Dani was too young for it. He was 13 and a half (1999), and they asked for the 'riders' to be at least 14 years old, and he didn't know how to use the gears. Despite all of that, Dani was selected because Puig was impressed because Dani decided to put a personal dossier with all his wins and photos with the application. So Puig asked Ezpeleta and they both agree to bend the rules, so Dani could get in the cup. Dani was selected after the bike's test (spoiler, the bike was too big and everyone was questioning (even Puig at some point) if Dani was suited to be there). Dani was not the fastest out there, but despite that, Alberto chose him because he saw the lines the kid was choosing on track. Puig went with a 'gut feeling' and choose Dani among other rider to be part of the cup.

According to Dani, the top-3 riders from the Moviestar Joven Activa Cup (1999) were going to move on to the CEV (Spanish Velocity Championship), which now is the Junior Championship. Dani finished in 8th position, so he was supposed to do another year in the cup. Puig decided that Dani was going to be the 3rd rider for the Moviestar team, and he didn't care about the protest or breaking the law. (Puig's word about this 'I broke twice the laws with Dani and I was concerned, but I also was concerned because I knew I was gonna break the law').

At the end of the first year (2000), Dani finished in 4th position in the CEV, and his teammates finished 1 and 2. In 2001, the Moviestar team debuted in the championship, it was supposed to be Tony Elias and the 2 best riders of the CEV team, Dani was not gonna join the team. But guess what? Yes, Puig acted again! At this point, everyone knew that Dani was Puig's project/Dani was Puig's protégé. Puig become Dani's manager in 2006.

In 2005, Dani described Puig as his best friend, but something happened between that moment and the end of 2013. I think their relationship become a bit colder or maybe it was Dani thinking he needed a change, but Dani fired Puig as his manager. I think it has to do with Dani being in the official team and being outshone by his teammates. In 2011, it was supposed to be Dani's championship and his teammate, Casey Stoner won it. And then 2012 it was the closest he was to be world champion, but Jorge took it. And then in 2013, his rookie teammate Marc Márquez won in a bike that was supposed to suit Dani's riding style. There's this article (it's in Spanish) that says Puig moved to a HRC role in the promotion cups, but apparently Dani fired him as a manager and Honda wanted to keep him around.

In 2018, Puig become Repsol Honda's team manager. There are articles that say he really tried to help both Dani and Marc as the bike was one of the most difficult to ride, but at the end of the year, Puig choose Jorge Lorenzo instead of keeping Dani. The same Jorge Lorenzo, who has been Dani's biggest rival, and the same rider Puig was not a fan of. Some people say he did it because Puig was pissed with Dani firing him as his manager. Anyway, Puig talked dirty about Dani once Pedrosa retired from MotoGP. He just implied that Dani threw away all his chances of getting the MotoGP title once he was not there to supervise him.

There's also the test rider contract thing. Apparently Honda and Puig offered it to Dani, but Pedrosa rejected it and choose KTM and it's a big question mark. I can't remember the year when it was, but was already with Marc in Honda, Dani accepted a considerable reduction in his salary to stay loyal with Honda, despite other teams offering more money. So again, why did he choose to say 'no' to the team and manufacturer he has worked all his life? There were rumours saying that the test rider offer from Honda was fake, or that Dani and Puig relationship was so broken that Dani just jumped out of the boat.

Why people do not like Puig? Maybe it's his attitude. He is a brash person, and he goes to the media and lie to them. It's also the way Honda has acted and destroyed riders' life since he arrived.

In 2019, Jorge was Marc's teammate and it was one of Jorge's worst season ever. It was so bad that Lorenzo decided to retire after a big crash and a back injury.

In 2020 Cal was supposed to be Marc's teammate, so Álex had an easier time at Honda without the pressure of his brother as a teammate. Cal refused because he did not want to change his crew. Álex debuted as Marc teammate, and Honda did not renew Cal's contract. Yes, Honda butted him out. It's true that Cal was already thinking about retirement, but Honda never sit and talked with him. Instead of keeping Álex, who had a podium in 2020, at the Repsol Honda Team, Puig went fishing and choose Pol as Marc's teammate and 'demoted' Álex to the LCR team. I want to note that Álex was supposed to start there, but he was already in the manufacturer seat, he could have stayed.

In 2021-2022 Pol was miserable, Álex was miserable and Puig and Honda did terrible. I know that's not Puig's fault, but his job is to protect and make the rider's happy with the bike, and he can't do that. Honda has been erratic and Puig is the visible face of that. He can't make the factory listen to the riders when Marc is not there and his job is actually that, make the rider's voice be heard. Honda is a sinking ship since he got there, and it's not completely his fault.

About him pushing Marc? I'm not a Marc fan nor a Honda and let alone Puig's one so I don't know about that. But what I know is that Honda is dependent of Marc and the only thing Puig did well was to actually prevent Honda to push Marc. He gave Marc the space to heal and take his own decisions regardless of the eye and arm. He did the same for Jorge too. Jorge was supposed to do 2 years with them, but allowed him to retire. I guess he is not so bad after all.

I think I'm not forgetting anything. Please people feet free to add stuff or correct me if I'm wrong.

Sources all in Spanish, sorry. Pedrosa, elegido para ganar. This is a documentary based on Dani's history up to 2003. From there is where I got most of the info and is told by Dani, Dani's parents and Puig. If anyone wants to see a young Dani and can set a VPN to a Spanish location, please watch it. https://www.rtve.es/play/videos/programa/pedrosa-elegido-para-ganar/596134/ (I think Videopass has it too). Puig as a talent recruiter for Honda: https://www.mundodeportivo.com/20131203/motociclismo/alberto-puig-y-dani-pedrosa-se-separan_54394774398.html Dani fires Puig + Nasty comments: https://www.diariodeleon.es/articulo/motogp/pedrosa-todo-piensa-puig-tenia-haber-dicho-cara/201812161951511815818.html

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Really, believe me, I'm Elvis Presley"

Can you imagine a time when Elvis was not famous just yet and people kinda ignored him?

Of course we know he wasn't famous his whole life but it's so impressive knowing about a time when people saw him face to face and couldn't care less. I invite you on reading about a few of these moments. There's my personal written in here and also - properly credited - info and text from the website Elvis Australia and Mr. Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on moments shared side by side to Elvis in 1956. Here we go!

"Those are words the King probably never had to use again. But on this train ride to Memphis from New York, the two young woman didn't believe who he was. So Elvis pointed to Alfred Wertheimer, and asked the girls why he'd have a photographer taking his picture on a train if he wasn't Elvis Presley. Good point! The girls then seemed to believe him, but still turned down an invitation to his concert at Memphis' Russwood Station July 4th 1956. This photo is either july 3 or July 4, 1956."

Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html | Recollections by photographer Alfred Wertheimer.

July 4th, 1956 - Elvis during a stop at Sheffield Alabama. Elvis ordered chicken and snack cakes - Photo by Alfred Wertheimer.

What a shot! Elvis is looking at the camera, everyone else is looking at the food. No one is paying any attention to Elvis! Guess the folks didn't know they were buying chicken a la king. Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html

July 4, 1956 - Elvis at Chattanooga train station. This is (most certainly) the moment we talk about below.

Another example Mr. Wertheimer mentioned on being around Elvis and how he was still not quite famous yet by mid 1956, which may bothered him someway - or at least kept him anxious, hopeful and working hard to achieve his goals, is this:

Q: What was your relationship with Elvis like? Alfred: I used him and he used me in a symbiotic way. You see, he was almost at the point where he was being recognized as a national star, but not quite. I'll give you an example. Once, in a railroad station in Chattanooga, Tennessee, we were waiting to change trains. Elvis went over to a magazine rack and picked up a movie magazine. He found a photo of himself inside and says to me 'Al, can I have a pen?' I gave him one and he scribbled his name inside the magazine. Then he goes over to the two girls working at the magazine rack. He had the spread open to his picture, showing it to them. He's also looking back at me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin. Their reaction was 'That'll be 35 cents sir'. (laughing) Elvis said to them 'No, this is for you. I'm Elvis Presley'. Finally the girls agree that it is. In the meantime, I'm capturing pictures of all of this, which is really what Elvis wanted. He knew one day that he would be very famous, and he wanted to capture on film these kinds of moments.

Source: https://www.elvis.com.au/presley/interview-with-photographer-alfred-wertheimer.shtml | Published: August 12, 2023 | Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on Elvis. Note: I recommend you read the full interview.

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Anyway… That was only normal, given the circumstances but still impressive! Soon, not long after that, Elvis Aaron Presley, the Tupelo country boy, the former truck driver, was "ELVIS PRESLEY, the King of Rock and Roll", and he had all the attention he always hoped for. And it never ceased. Not even death could do anything to stop him from being adored. If he only knew... ♥

1. April 19, 1960 - Elvis greets fans from train door at T&P station in Fort Worth on layover en route to film 'GI Blues' in Hollywood. 2. Backstage in Toronto, ON on April 2, 1957 - Elvis canadian fans

1972.

1956.

[bingwriterxo]

I also feel as if reader is a very sentimental person when it comes to personal collections her family have collected over the years. I can envision her going through boxes and boxes from her grandfathers house and finding batches upon batches of black and white photos. Various years written on the boxes. 1901-1920. 1950-1969. I imagine she’s on the last box and Tara is sitting on the arm chair in her grabdfathers overcrowded library (he has many globes in there) and reader nearly screaming her head of one she finds a box, filled to the brim with glass negatives.

Tara: what’s wrong!! Baby what it is it!!

reader: Tara there glass negatives on here!!

I imagine since tara is majoring in film she’d never had a chance to see glass negatives before so she gets all excited. Reader of course takes them out and gets them processed and they sit there just eying the photographs. “This is my great great great grandmother and her friend Lord Barley on there trip to Bristol in 1897.”

Tara being interested and even commenting time to time. “Eddie has his smile. You look like your 4th grandmother when you laugh. It’s in the apples of your cheeks”. I saw a documentary about glass negatives and got obsessed with the idea Bing! Had to send this in.-🇬🇧

“Lord Barley” —just casually friends with a lord (but of course she was)

tara might be even more excited than R in that moment, asking questions and being so so careful with the glass negatives, and R just watches like 🥰😍