#in 2025 touching grass is OUT

[bakatenshii]

ANGEL NOOOOOO did you see they took all of mizuryu keis work off the site how will i survive now

I DID I DID OMFGOAIAPAO i woke up one day looking to refresh sensei’s works to see if theres any new and i couldnt find the artist tag at all???? i even tried alice no takoubon but nOTHING came up i was baffled i was ?!?! i had to like find individual doujins off other dodgy websites which all only had a select few in their archives sighHhh

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[becomingthatgirl111]

New habits to adopt in 2025

Time Management

Time is your most valuable resource. This year, try dividing your day into focused blocks:

Creation time: Work on your projects with intensity and zero distractions.

Authentic rest time: Turn off your phone, read a book, or simply enjoy doing nothing.

Connection time: Dedicate exclusive moments to connect with loved ones—no multitasking!

Improve your sleep habits

It’s not just about sleeping 8 hours, it’s about sleeping well! Create a ritual before bed:

Turn off screens 1 hour before sleeping.

Write in a gratitude journal to clear your mind.

Use essential oils like lavender or practice deep breathing exercises.

Embrace Mental Minimalism

Do a “declutter” of your mind:

Cut back on unnecessary commitments.

Use “no” as a tool for self-care.

Use apps or tools to stay organized, but don’t let them dominate your life.

Learn Something New Every Month

Wellness also means growing intellectually. 2025 is the year to step out of your comfort zone! Learn:

A new language.

A fresh recipe.

A breathing or mindfulness technique you didn’t know before.

Connect with Nature

You don’t have to wait for vacations to touch base with the earth. Incorporate small moments:

Plant something in your home.

Walk barefoot on the grass.

Watch the sunrise or sunset

Cultivate Conscious Relationships

Surround yourself with people who uplift you. Dedicate time to meaningful and authentic conversations. A good exercise:

Ask someone how they’re really feeling and listen without interruptions.

Do a Weekly Emotional Check-Up

Just as you check your physical health, check your emotions. Ask yourself:

What made me happy this week?

What caused me stress or sadness, and how can I improve it?

BONUS: Be Kind to Yourself

Remember: you’re a human being in constant evolution. Celebrate your achievements, big and small ✨

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚, 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚 🫀

max verstappen x singer!fem reader // smau

⤷ summary: when max verstappen starts commenting on the posts of the beloved singer y/n l/n, fans are confused and less than enthusiastic at the new friendship. what they could never expect is just how long they've been 'friends'...

based on this request <3

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ynusername my new album is now officially out on all platforms! thank you so so much for all of the love and support, and special thanks to sab for her feature on the song <33 love u bb girl 🫦🫦 now that the album's out, tour next!!! see you all soon!

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user1 THE ALBUM OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

user2 i cannot be normal about this i fear

user3 ik her back hurts from CARRYING the music industry on her back 😩

user4 hey so WHO TF IS SO AMERICAN ABOUT?? A LOVE SONG

user5 y/n writing a love song in god's year of 2024... wow

user6 y/n in the top 10 charts, fork found in kitchen

user7 sabrina and y/n are never beating the gf allegations

ynusername damn right we're not 😏

user7 HOLY SHIR HOKY SHIT HOKST SHUT

user8 y/n's in love and it's not with me, hanging myself as we speak

user9 the comment is gonna get reported but so real op

user8 can't a woman hang herself in peace 😣

user10 album's such a banger i had this shit bumpin at my grandmas funeral 🙏🏼 rest in piece nancy 🕊️💪🏻

user11 OH MY GOD???

user12 rest in piece nancy you would've loved make you mine 😔

ynusername oh my god please tell me your joking

user10 sorry queen the grind never stops

ynusername NO SHOT

maxverstappen1 great album! 👍🏼

user13 why does he text like my father 🧍🏻‍♀️

user14 brother eughh

user15 what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

ynusername thank you max!!!

user16 y/n l/n to redbull in 2025

user17 hellurrrrr who is this man in ur likes y/n

user18 f1 driver!!

user17 Y/N NO ATHELETES PLEAEJEWK 🫵

user18 tour content soon??? i'm sat

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user19 bro looks like he snuck onto earth, get his ass outta here

user20 grammy-award winner, vogue cover model, new york university graduate and Some Fucking Guy

user21 not y'all coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 💀💀 he's literally a world class athete and she writes pop music

user20 17.172.224.47

user21 IS THAT MY IP ADDRESS??

user20 melinda charleton

user22 IS THAT HIS MOTHER'S NAME!!?1?1!

user20 you want me to do you too???

user22 no we good 😃

user23 ruth bader ginsberg did not die for this

user24 now wtf does this have to do with babe ruth 🤨

user25 WHOOOOO 😧

user24 ... that wasn't right was it

user26 now let's be fr he does NAWT have a chance

user27 have u seen the marble-carved  goddesses these men pull, i fear he does 😔

user28 please no i feel ill

user29 TWO???? OH HELL NAW

user30 two might be pushing it, only one was confirmed

user31 jesus christ

user32 first taylor, now this

user33 yall, all he commented was great album 💀💀 yall are LEAPING to conclusions

user34 what can i say it's an art

user35 i do not see 👁️👄👁️

user36 no like 💀💀 im in your walls

user37 haha max verstappen!! right!!! (theres a sniper at ur location)

user38 omg ur so right 🤩 it is about him (i have a bomb strapped to my chest)

user39 i dont mean to sound stupid, idk who that man is, if i saw him on the streets i wouldnt know a thing 🥱

user40 this is so random too like what 😭

user41 the power of kindness won't work here, i have to throw him off a building

user42 i used to be a max verslsjjwwo lover 🤩 now im just a max verslsjjwwo hater 😔

user43 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S OUT AGAIN

user44 why would u put that into the universe 😧

user45 alright, lets get you to bed grandma

user46 mari stop being delusion and go touch grass 🧍🏻‍♀️

user47 ENOUGHHHH

user48 ain't no way in hell 😭

user49 ik ur feet hurt from all this jumping to conclusions babe

user50 lets leave the parkour to the athletes 😃

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ynusername italy thanks for letting me be inside you (; it was such a lovely show, expect me back asap!!!!

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user51 IT WAS SO GOOD I THNK I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME THO

user52 oh!

user51 oh so now this isn't a safe space

user53 LANDO AND MAX IN TGE LIKES??? NO NO NO NO

user54 ABORT ABORT ABORT

user55 y'all are doing too much 🙄 she's one of the top artists in the world, i think it's safe to say they might like her music

user56 the second picture 🧎🏻‍♀️do you need a stool cause i can kneel and be really quiet

user57 y/n fans be normal challenge (impossible!!!) (never done before)

user56 WOMP WOMP

maxverstappen1 wonderful show! 🙏🏼 you are so talented

ynusername ty max (: im glad you could come see me

user57 ain't NO WAYYYYYY

user59 THIS IS SIXKENJNG IM GONNA PUKE

sabrinacarpenter my gf looking sexy 🫦🫦🫦

ynusername only for u bbg 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

user60 BOOOO 🗣️ GET A ROOM

user61 do y'all need a third!!!!

user62 mamma mia pizza pasta mozzerella moment

user63 i just put u on a watchlist

user62 🧍🏻‍♀️

landonorris RAHHHHHH 🦅🫵🗣️‼️

ynusername RAHHH RAHHH RAHHH RISE POWER POWER 💪🏻‼️

user63 what the fuck

user64 OH GOD WHAT IF SHES DATING HIM????

ynusername brother eughhhh

landonorris WHAT THE FUCK????

user65 SINCE WHEN IS SHE FRIENDS WITH F1 DRIVERS HOW MANY CHAPTWRS DID I MISS

user66 apparently we all went into a universal coma while she was out galavanting cause idk how else this could've happened

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maxverstappen1 posted to his story!

(caption: beautiful show)

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user67 someone save my girl bro, she don't know any better 😭

user68 it's like a little kid trying to touch the hot stove, LIKE STOP THAT!! DON'T DO THAT

user69 am i the only one who thinks they'd be cute together....

user70 YES!?!?

user71 there is literally no fucking way he bagged her

user72 losing y/n to european f1 driver would be the biggest american tragedy since 2001

user73 i had to read this shit twice, op what r u waffling abt 🫵😧

user74 can't even be nonchalant about this one bro, i'm chalanting hard asf

user75 we do not care

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ynusername first time in monaco, safe to say i enjoyed myself! so happy to see you shine this time my love<3

25,788 comments

user76 oh. my. fucking. god

user77 THEYRE FUCKING DATING OH MYFODNSJ

user78 THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE MEEE MAKING YOU LAUGHHH 🎤

user79 i'm in mourning

sabrinacarpenter CHEATER 🫵

ynusername BABY IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, IT WAS JUST ONE TIME 😣😣😣 IT WAS A MISTAKE

maxverstappen1 we've been dating for 2 years??

sabrinacarpenter SHUT UP FAST & FURIOUS NO ONE ASKED YOU

user80 i'm sorry 😃 two Y EARS

user81 i feel like i just got dumped. y/n don't do this, the kids need you 😔

maxverstappen1 i got p1 for you, i love you 🫶🏼

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hope you all enjoyed! please let me know your thoughts and feel free to leave a request for me to write something for your fav <3

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hair ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Summary: lando likes when y/n plays with his hair. only y/n.

༯ ln x reader ✮⋆˙

༯ fluff ✮⋆˙

masterlist ☾☼

y/n loved his curly hair. it was her favourite part of him. the curls that would fall on his forehead, and that would reach his nape where she’d always wrap her fingers around when they kissed. it brought her peace. it brought her comfort. it made her feel loved.

with the 2024 season over, and a few months before 2025, their entire group, or rather, lando’s friends had all planned a trip around the world, and she was his plus one.

it helped that everyone liked her.

almost everyone.

lando’s ex girlfriend, though they’d only hooked up now and then, and were never exactly dating, it was still easier to say “ex girlfriend”, was a mutual friend, and a part of the friend group. so, of course she was coming on the trip as well.

lando was civil and respectful with her. y/n had seen it. and, she trusted him too. she knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid, if not for the love he had for her, then the fear he had of her. it just made her love him more.

lando’s ex girlfriend noticed everything. she didn’t want to. she wanted to enjoy her own vacation. but she didn’t miss the way lando insisted on carrying his girlfriend’s bag, or buying her cute little stuff, or always holding her close. she didn’t miss the way lando demanded they click cheesy, couple pictures, and was kissing her every so often, and keeping her wrapped in his arms.

he spent time with the boys as well. of course, he did. yet somehow, he always gravitated back towards his girlfriend, like if she wasn’t around him, he was losing oxygen.

she had noticed how his girlfriend had a ring on her ring finger that lando always played around with, as if he’s dreaming of their future, how his girlfriend touches his face so often, how she comes up with fun ideas for the boys to do, and plays around with hats and glasses, dressing lando up and taking pictures. she noticed how lando always followed without hesitation if she ever wanted a picture.

she noticed how lando’s girlfriend played with his hair all the time.

lando’s ex girlfriend couldn’t understand why. lando hated having his hair touched. he hated it when someone ran their fingers through his hair or just held onto them and pulled a little during sex. his hair, somehow, was always off limits to touch, to feel, to experience.

it was when the entire group had had lunch in a park somewhere, sitting on blankets laid out over the grass, and food containers every where that she finally had the courage.

lando laughed with everyone, making jokes and teasing and laughing. the stayed laying against his girlfriend, his head against her chest, as she sat. no one said anything, no one teased him. it baffled his ex girlfriend on how that was possible.

what confused her even more was the fact that his girlfriend was picking out flowers from around them and setting them in his hair. just adding all the fallen flowers into his hair, running her fingers through his hair, wrapping her finger around his curls, touching his hair. why was she touching his hair?

it was when the boys had fallen asleep, and almost everyone had fallen asleep except a few that his ex girlfriend finally said. no one was paying attention to them, no one was listening to them, so it didn’t hurt to say.

“y’know he doesn’t like getting his hair played with,” she said.

y/n looked up in surprise, her hand freezing in his mass of curls. “really?”

“yeah. i was never allowed to touch his hair before.” she didn’t know why she said it. she wasn’t jealous of y/n. she was happy for lando, she truly was.

“oh. i don’t know, i’ve always played with his hair and he hasn’t said a thing to me about it.”

“always?”

“yeah,” y/n shrugged. “it was during one of our first few dates and we’d ended up lying on the couch, watching a movie. we’d both had tiring days, and we just wanted to be together at that time. i was playing with his hair, he didn’t say anything, and i continued,”

“that’s never happened with me before. he’d get so mad every time i tried to touch his hair,”

“i think it could have a lot to do with how his hair makes me feel? i don’t know. i never found it an issue,”

sometime during the conversation, y/n’s hand wasn’t touching his hair, wasn’t caressing it. lando stirred, muttering a soft, “baby, hair.”

it made y/n smile, that he needed her to keep her hand in his hair, and that it wasn’t something he allowed her do.

his ex girlfriend watched the whole interaction, though, small. she watched y/n’s face lighting up, and running her fingers through his hair again. she watched as lando’s face relaxed, even in sleep.

“he really loves you,” she whispered.

y/n smiled at her, “yeah, i think so. good thing i love him too, huh?”

she chuckled, “yeah, good thing, definitely. i’ve never seen him like this. i suppose that was the difference between the two of you and whatever happened between him and me.”

y/n didn’t respond. she stared at lando’s sleeping face in her lap, his arms wrapped around her hips, and her hand in his hair.

oh how loved she felt in that moment.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

okay, i kinda hate this, but i wrote it so i decided to post it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[ricky-yaps]

HELP ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER ⭐️

a completely unoriginal notes game

MAX OF 3 NOTES PER PERSON PLEASE!

LIKE/RB INCREMENTS

EVERY 1 LIKE = 5 mins cleaning my depression room

EVERY 1 REBLOG = 10 mins touching grass

EVERY 5 LIKES = 1 glass of water

EVERY 5 REBLOGS = 30mins practicing art

EVERY 10 LIKES = 30 minutes writing

EVERY 10 REBLOGS = 30 mins practicing an instrument

MILESTONES

10 NOTES = Write a proper bio for this blog

25 NOTES = Go through my closet and donate what I don’t wear anymore

50 NOTES = Start presenting masc more

75 NOTES = Start keeping a daily-ish journal

100 NOTES = Start exercising every other day

200 NOTES = Learn how to draw from reference, start making fanart, and post it here

300 NOTES = Do a better job at brushing teeth

400 NOTES = Get some kind of job, even if it’s just tutoring

450 NOTES = Have a normal sleep schedule on weekdays (9:30PM-5AM)

500 NOTES = Start taking full-body showers every day

600 NOTES = Come out as queer and trans to my uncle

650 NOTES = Get really good at Fortnite (I don’t know man it matters to me)

700 NOTES = Start meal-prepping

750 NOTES = Start skateboarding more (learn to ollie)

800 NOTES = Start writing short stories again and post them to @fishbowlscrawls

900 NOTES = Start producing music again

1K NOTES = Start submitting poems to anthologies again

1.1K NOTES = Finish learning French and then start on Italian

1.25K NOTES = Come out to healthcare providers if Trump isn’t in office (otherwise just ask to start Nexplanon)

1.5K NOTES = Be social for once (actually try to make friends instead of waiting for someone to yap)

1.7K NOTES = Ask them to hoco (if there is anybody I don’t know yet)

1.75K NOTES = Start applying for college scholarships

1.9K NOTES = Start making plans to travel abroad in college

2K NOTES = Start actually studying and going to tutors and taking notes

2.25K NOTES = Limit recreational screentime (2hrs on weekdays, 4hrs on weekends)

2.5K NOTES = Stop smoking weed/drinking on weeknights

2.75K NOTES = Start properly budgeting

3K NOTES = Come out to my paternal grandparents

3.75K NOTES = Release an EP in summer of 2025

4K NOTES = Fix my wackass handwriting

COLOR LEGEND FOR GOALS

BLUE/PURPLE = hasn’t been reached

ORANGE/RED = reached; not completed

GREEN/PINK = completed!

CURRENT INCREMENT STATS:

MINS CLEANING ROOM = 240/???

(Room-cleaning put on hold because I’m moving; will replace with another goal when I move!)

MINS OUTSIDE = 960/1240

CUPS OF WATER DRANK = 32/32

MINS DRAWING = 720/720

MINS WRITING = 220/480

MINS PLAYING INSTRUMENT = 420/360

[mo-ons-stuff]

Pick a Card: Your Love Life in 2025

Any card!

Pile one -> Pile two ↓ Pile Three

Pile One

I'm hearing that you're going to experience this fairytale kind of love. The one where Cinderella and Prince Charming find each other. They dance at the ball, yadda yadda yadda. You're going to experience it all, so I don't have to reaaalllly go into that much detail. It'll be great.

Except, since I also see that you'll love this person persistently, right? But there's also gonna be a minor issue. They're perfect, sure, but there's that one thing that gets you a bit like... hmmmm.

Aka, ~the ick~.

Now, pile one, you're going to have to get real for a moment. Is it an ick, or is it normal? Can you really chastise someone for existing as, like, a human being?

This year will bring you great love, but also great lessons. You may need to learn how to grow with other people. Meaning, you've done the work to get comfortable with yourself, but are you comfortable with other people? I don't see so. You're actually a bit more judgmental than you thought, to the point where you don't realize it. You may think of yourself as a person who is graceful to others, so maybe try seeing where this thought blocks you from actually giving grace.

Sometimes we get so caught up in our own lives that we forget to focus on growing with other people, too. The thing you're gonna have to remember is to get out of your own head. Touch grass. I don't see that you don't but maybe look at the grass for what it is instead of triumphantly exclaiming that you did the thing.

So, in tandem with what I just said, your love life will go just perfectly. I doubt that this lesson will fly over your head, so try not to ruin a good thing for yourself and it will all be good. You're going to get your happily ever after.

Want me to elaborate? Consider a paid reading!

Pile Two

Not going to lie, this pile is similar to pile three in the sense that you've gone through a bit. Life has a habit of throwing things at you, so you are used to bracing yourself. However, where others haven't done the work, you have. Where there was lack before, there is abundance now. You cultivated the wastelands and have conquered mountains. You've done so much and now all is left is... love?

You're pretty balanced as an individual. Nicely enough, this actually attracts people. That. Is. So. Crazy !!!! <- I'm getting that you'll be thinking back on this year and it's interactions like that. Literally, though, it's going to blow your mind how when push comes to shove... your efforts actually led to good results. You're going to see what it's like in action.

It's not like it's going to be too unbelievable. It's literally just a new normal. And, it takes getting used to.

When you do get used to it, dating itself is going to be really nice. You'll know how to get around and find someone. This is going to be less of a surprise to you; I'll explain why.

This lover is very bumbly (almost clumsy) and sweet, and meanly enough you may not consider them an option at first. It's not personal, you just didn't. But they are also kind of obvious too. It's just endearing, honestly. They're a bit silly, with all of this as I'm reading like awww they're so cute. You won't have to worry about the cruelty of the world with them. They're a human with emotions and complications do arise because of that, but you know how to navigate these things and so do they.

Not going to lie, some of you are afab wlw, and others are afab but straight. This person could be either gender, so basically take it as it resonates for the gender you're into.

*gif unrelated. Tahani is hot and a baddie.

Want me to elaborate? Consider a paid reading!

Pile Three

"I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that's not easy."- Marilyn Monroe

Admittedly, and I mean admittedly because you know this deep down, pile three, but admittedly you know that your love prospects haven’t been good. You are aware of why, too. There’s a truth that you’re running from, all because it’s a bit too painful to process. And it makes you choose the same hurt again and again. The devil often comes knocking at your door, and you haven’t comprehended that maybe you shouldn’t fall for the different clothes or his sweet words.

All of that is to say: gain more self-awareness. You’re falling for the same tricks in different clothes because you aren’t aware of what you need to do to not let this in. Boundaries are powerful only because they stop things that aren't meant for you in your life. Don't forget: you not liking things and acting accordingly is a boundary, too.

To speak from the heart for a moment: I kept wondering why certain types of people were "attracted" to me, like I was a magnet for bad. But, as it turns out, I've learned that other people tolerate bullshit so much less. Meaning, I was not attracting these people. They interact with others too; I was letting them in where others wouldn't. If you're suffering, and you notice that the people around you aren't, they're doing something you haven't been doing. Maybe you subconsciously tolerate less, or maybe you even consciously ignore the voice in your head telling you to get away.

You can only ever subconsciously tolerate less by consciously getting disgusted at tolerating more.

Actionable advice to change your future: if confronting the monster that needs to be confronted is too hard for you, chip away at its hard scales slowly but surely. Keep your distance at the times you need to, and confront it head on when you need to. It takes patience and you may get burned, but experience is the best teacher. Look to others who have been through the same thing as you and be completely open to trying what they have successfully used to combat their disorders, addictions, and trauma (always get medical professional help first though).

This is a you year. One day at a time, you will get better. And when the next new year rolls around, maybe you'll have learned enough to finally embrace a year of romantic prosperity and abundance. I see that this pile is actually lowkey full of baddies, pulling a quote by Marilyn Monroe isn't for weak personalities.

On a final note, don't get discouraged by this message. One year in a life is a drop in the ocean. You most likely won't remember the lonely times when you finally do reach the other side of the hardships. All that matters is that you get comfortable with *you*, and what's meant for you will soon follow.

Want me to elaborate? Consider a paid reading!

Thank you for reading!

[deepestdelulu]

Masterlist

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♡ Daily life:

Little things I love from daily life

What to do after a long week

30 things to make life unforgettable

Evening routine ideas

Summer movie watch list

Lonely girl boredom cures

Weekly self-care checklist

30 things to fill your life with

Girlhood things that I love

More girlhood things that I love

December and Christmas essentials

My Christmas movie watch list

A cosy guide to a cosy December

Autumn bucket list

Girly comfort movies

The perfect November sunday

Little things to look forward this winter

Little things to upgrade your morning routine

Small things that changed my life

30 things to alone during Christmas

Winter bucket list

How to touch some grass

♡ Mindset:

Be the girl you dreamed of when you were young

Embrace your lonliness

Things to do before doing something stupid

How to brain dump like a pro

Energy givers Vs energy takers

Little things to be more charming

Little things to feel softer

Learning to love yourself

How to be more organised

10 tips for casual elegance

Thewizardliz sayings to remember and repeat

How to make someone feel loved

Morning affirmations

How I grow up my hair to hip length

8 rules for self-respect

A happier life in 2025

How to stop comparing yourself

Little things to feel more girly

How to be confident

Getting in touch with your feminine energy

Ins and outs for 2025

♡ Academics:

Start journaling with this simple questions

Romanticizing school

How to study like Rory Gilmore

How to study like Paris Geller

Essentials for a cosy study day

How to get out of a reading slump

5 classics for my girlies

dreamy quotes to live by

Becoming better student

Becoming more productive

How to master public speaking

♡ My girls:

How to compliment and be complimented

Love ya🪷

Be the girl you wanted to be

Winter stuff ❄️

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Love yaa

[imhappierthanever]

Lost in London

July 2025

Your girlfriend’s Hit me hard and soft tour had started back up again. This was the last leg of the tour finally. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when Billie showed you just how many dates she would be playing in London. Which only meant she would be with you as much as she could until it all pulled her away. But none of that mattered as she held you close to her body, her fingers spread on your back, lips touching softly, keeping contact with you.

You were at your Kensington flat, outside in your garden, Billie’s favourite weather (grey skies, no trace of the sun.) “be honest. You planned all those dates here just to be with me, didn’t you?” You said cupping her cheek sweetly.

“Well, you know I don’t-“ you interrupted her, placing your finger to her lips. “You couldn’t lie to me this once?” You smiled leaning in to peck her lips. But she pulled you back in for more, letting the kiss linger.

“Of course I came to see my girl. I can’t imagine being here without you.” You couldn’t help but smile, turning into complete mush. This place, your place was your own little hideaway from the rest of the world. Every time Billie came to visit it was like running away together. A little home you had created just for yourselves. Shark ran around in grass messing with something you couldn’t figure out as you admired your work in the garden together. And your cute little fairy tree. Her tattoo and book inspired you to make one together after you laid on the carpet, pulling out the inserts, Billie telling you what each page meant to her when she was little and you couldn’t help but smile finding it all magical. But not even the fairies, Billie.

You put a cute little door on the very bottom of the tree trunk, and hand crafted a few little fairies together. You threw some twinkle lights in a tree and lined the ground with small stones to make a path. You loved the small reminders of her all around.

“This is literally the cutest thing ever babe!” You grinned wrapping your arms around Billie, leaning in for another kiss. Before Billie could, you felt the first few drops of rain caress your face instead.

Three turned into five, five into ten or so before the clouds opened up and rain began pouring down. “Oh no!” You said clinging to her body, as if that could save you from getting drenched.

Billie stuck out her tongue, catching a few rain drops in her mouth, her arms opening as the rain fell all over her body. She held you with one arm, the other snaking up, running her fingers through her hair before bringing her hand down to touch her body. You watched in amazement, completely drinking her in, watching as the droplets of water consumed her skin. God she was perfect in every single way. How could someone be so goddamn perfect?

You dared yourself to feel her soft, delicate skin for yourself. You were so consumed by her and her wet skin that you didn’t even pick up on the fact that she was losing herself in a moment of her own about you.

You didn’t notice until your eyes left her shirt that had been clinging to her. You silently thanked yourself for letting her wear one of yours as it was tighter against her. You bit your lip as your eyes traveled up her body, up her collarbone, up her face, directly meeting her eyes. She was biting her lip too before she lifted your chin gently, bringing you in for yet another kiss.

Her lips were always so heavenly as she caressed you, kissing you with urgency, kissing you like she missed you. Trying to make up for any of the lost time you had spent apart. And no part of you minded. You knew it wasn’t just the rain that was making you feel wet as she pressed her thigh against you. You moaned softly into her mouth as her hands slipped lower, under your skirt. she grabbed the fabric and pulled you closer against her, pressing you harder across her body.

“B-Billieee.” You said softly, a bit more needy sounding that you had intended. “If you keep this up, you know where it’s going to go.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” She said littering rainy kisses down your skin. She was good. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. Just the fact that she had a show to do.

“I want you in the living room.” She whispered in your ear, still kissing whatever part of skin she could. “On the floor, by the fireplace. Don’t want anything in our way.” She said pulling away to look straight into your eyes. I guess it wouldn’t hurt if we made up for lost time before her show started. You kissed Billie’s lips before grabbing her hand and leading her inside, silently agreeing to be hers and only hers.

a/n: I wrote this in London the other day. In my mind I missed June/July here. And I’m also anticipating next July seeing Billie and how much she loves a rainy day and feels inspired xx

[islandnymphorthila]

It's genuinely so fucking sad that as a people in 2024 going into 2025, there are kpop fans that are still so delusional and controlling to the point where they hate on idols who in fact are still human for dating which is in fact a very human experience. As humans, we are allowed to experience love, and idols should be free to do that without hate. They aren't robots. They aren't responsible for your delusional behaviour. You most likely will never have that y/n moment or be able to be with them. Being delulu is all fun and games, I myself am delusional sometimes but it's always light hearted and fun because I live in reality where there are actual real world problems and problems and challenges that I have to face everyday. But if your delusions cause you to hate on someone who doesn't know you personally outside of knowing you are a fan, then I think you should consider serious therapy or like the youngins say touch some fucking grass. Get a job, get a hobby, and let people live. At the end of the day, an idols' job is to sing, dance, rap, perform, and give you good music. They don't owe you anything outside of that. People tend to forget that at the end of the day, K-pop is music and idols' job is to produce music. Anything outside of that in their personal life is not your business or your job to dictate. They are human, they live, breathe, sleep, eat, die just like all of us. Let them have their human experiences to love, build a home and life with someone, make dumb mistakes, learn from said dumb mistakes, get married, have children, hang out with friends, etc, all without fear of being stalked or harassed or called out for something average people do on a day to day basis. The immaturity of K-pop stans never fail to amuse and upset me. Those types of fans are the reason K-pop fans have a bad image, and people believe all of us to be immature, jobless, teenagers. I'm not ashamed to be a K-pop stan but gosh, there should be a contract or mental evaluation we have to sign before we become one to cleanse the general Fandom of the crazy

[fiyeraba-february]

Welcome to Fiyeraba February 2025! Fiyeraba February is a fan month dedicated to all things Fiyeraba!

There will be two prompts for every week and weekend. The only thing needed to participate in the event is to post you’re Fiyeraba works in the month of February and tag them with “Fiyeraba February” and/or “Fiyeraba February 2025” on tumblr or add them to the collection on AO3!

If you like this event consider checking out the Fiyeraba Fam Tumblr Community and Discord. There will be a channel on the Discord dedicated to Fiyeraba February!

If you have any questions send us an ask!

Prompts:

Feb 01-02: “Green” and “Dancing”

Feb 03-07: “I’m Not That Girl” and “Stories”

Feb 08-09: “Sun and Moon” and “Forest”

Feb 10-14: “As Long As You’re Mine” and “Cultural Differences”

Feb 15-16: “Grass” and “Touch”

Feb 17-21: “No Good Deed” and “Poppies”

Feb 22-23: “First Meetings” and “Transformations”

Feb 24-28: “Straw” and “Epilogue/Prologue”

* All creations must be Fiyeraba related, I know there are other lovely ships out there but this is a Fiyeraba event!

* NSFW is allowed, however it must be tagged properly on AO3 or spoilered if posted on Tumblr

* There will be an AO3 collection. It will be moderated to avoid spam, so works won’t appear for a little while after you submit them. Works don’t have to be submitted to the collection but it’s a nice way to see all the new works for the event!

* The prompts are for inspiration, you don’t have to follow them and it’s totally okay if you miss some!

* There are two prompts per week/weekend, if one doesn’t really work for you don’t have to use it! You can create different works for each prompt or combine them into one giant Fiyeraba work or something in between, whatever floats your boat!

* All Fiyeraba fan works are allowed. You can make drabbles or 100k+ word epics, you can create quick sketches or paint the cystine chapel, you can make meta, gifs, a knitted sweater or anything else you want featuring Fiyeraba!

* Tag your creations with “Fiyeraba February 2025” and/or “Fiyeraba February” so people can find all the awesome creations, I will try to go through the tag daily and reblog all the wonderful works to the blog!

* Most importantly be kind to others and have fun! This is about celebrating a scarecrow and a green person, have some fun!

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This event is run by @chocolate-mallowmelt, with graphics by @gamorahww

[lya-dustin]

The Scion of Kings and the Lady of Flowers

gil-galad x fem!maia!reader*

*reader gets an epessë by Gil-galad technically still a reader

implied sex/elf elopement

⚠️Spam Likers will all be blocked from this blog starting January 3, 2025. if you don't reblog or leave a comment in the replies, you will be blocked⚠️

He first saw you flitting about a meadow and everything you touched suddenly awoke and filled the air with the feel of spring.

Morgoth and his forces had decimated the land and yet you resurrected everything from the weeds to the felled trees as you sang to them in the language of the Ainur.

Had this been how Elu Thingol felt met Melian of the Nightingales?

A curiosity that led to being pulled to the mysterious maiden unaware of his presence as if it had always been inevitable.

Gil-galad found himself before the holy being not as the King of the Noldor, but a young man entranced by the being he knows he will love and cherish for the rest of his existence.

“It is rude to stare.” Your eyes meet his and with outstretched hands asked him to join you.

Lothíriel, he has named you. Maiden Crowned with Flowers.

His crown of gold is cold and lifeless in comparison to yours that does not wilt from the shear strength of your abilities. A mockery to the leaves and seeds of the Great Tree even if no smith could ever match Celebrimbor's skill.

You lead him in a dance that makes no sense to anyone but the two of you and when you reach on your tiptoes and throw your arms around him, he feels himself come alive like the flora around the two of you.

Gil-galad is no stranger to desire, its familiar heat and the desperation to have the being that incites it are as known to him as the Face of Ilúvatar is to you.

His lips brush tentatively against yours fearing your rejection, but instead you match his desire with yours and the world stops just for the two of you.

“Say it again.” You bid him even if he had not said the name he gave you out loud. You are flushed and radiant with joy when you remember that he is only an elf and elves need air.

“Lothíriel.” He names you breathlessly and the king knows it is the name you will always have even when his fea leaves his body and enters the Halls of Mandos.

“Ereinion.” You name him and just as you will treasure his gift, he will treasure yours over all else.

The Lady of Flowers and the Scion of Kings.

“Marry me.” Neither of you wish to stop, he wishes to wed you now and your will is the same as his.

Elves do not use ceremony in wartime, they speak their vows with only the All Father and the Valar as witnesses. The chance of dying before having the chance to hold a real wedding was too great, so most held off the celebration for after the war if they lived long enough to see it.

“Perhaps I will.” You say laying on the grass beside him. “Why wait when we may never meet again?”

Ereinion Gil-Galad weds you in the same meadow he met you, the same meadow that will form part of his kingdom in less than a century.

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday 🎇

Kicking off with my first WIP Wednesday of 2025 - how exciting 😄

As requested by @anon, here is a li'l 🤏 snippet of the fic I'm currently working on! It will be a high school AU with gay loser Stiles and closeted jock Derek. Derek also happens to be dating cheerleader Paige...

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“Whoa, whoa, just – calm down,” Stiles cuts in, because Derek is dialling himself all the way up here, ratcheting to tip over the deep end in a matter of seconds, and it is really starting to freak him out. “It’s literally just some unoriginally homophobic bullying, dude. I’m used to it by now. Why the hell are you getting so worked up about it?”

A harsh breath flares at Derek’s nostrils, his earlier tirade now bitten back behind the snap of his teeth. His jaw clenches as he looks away once again, the shadow of his pale eyes sliding into the empty darkness over Stiles’ shoulder.

“I’m not,” he says tightly.

Stiles scoffs another laugh. That’s a lie if Stiles has ever heard one.

“You totally are,” he argues, eyebrows knitting together as he searches an avoidant gaze and comes up completely empty. “Seriously. Why would you even, like… care?”

His heartbeat stutters against his ribcage when Derek’s eyes snap back to his. Sharp, and piercing, and almost glinting in the moonlight that streams down from the inky sky above.

It is quiet between them. A light breeze whistles through the green of the trees around them, and distant engines rumble from the highway out of sight to them, and the music of the party still beats steadily on behind them, far away to mean nothing, nothing at all, to either one of them right now.

“I don’t care,” Derek says. “I don’t know.”

Lie. Lies, lies, all goddamn lies. It is clear as day in the break of Derek’s voice, in the nervous flash of his eyes and the hard set of his jaw and the fists he has curling into the grass they sit on. There is no doubt in Stiles’ mind that Derek is lying to him, but he just does not understand… why.

The pieces begin to fall clearer into place when Derek jolts forwards to kiss him.

Stiles feels frozen. His hands hover just above his lap, his eyes open, big and wide and stunned as they stare across at Derek’s closed ones, the dark shadow of his eyelashes against the sharp height of his cheekbones. There is a blade of grass stuck to the heel of Derek’s palm, damp where it presses to Stiles’ cheek, cool against the flush of Stiles’ skin, that shaking, gentle touch holding Stiles carefully in place for the dry match of their unmoving mouths.

A second passes before Stiles can truly catch up to what is happening to him. He breathes through his recovery, closes his eyes, and kisses back.

Their heads tilt, the faint nudge of the tips of their noses as they angle for better, angle for more. The sound of their lips catching at one another is so loud to Stiles, a deafening, repetitive smacking to be heard even above the steady roar of blood inside of his ears. Derek keeps his hand on Stiles’ face. Stiles cannot move his hands from midair.

This is his first kiss. Ever, actually – literally his very first. He really was not kidding about feeling like the only queer kid around for about a hundred miles or more. Any kind of opportunity like this has never presented itself to him before. He barely knows what to do with it.

Derek’s mouth is warm, and his hand is kind of warm now, too, but his tongue – his tongue is hot, so fucking hot. It sweeps along the seam of Stiles’ bottom lip, wet and pressing and burning at the twisting pit of Stiles’ stomach. Derek takes the chance to lick instantly inside when Stiles’ lips part with a humiliating hitch of breath.

Time passes. It’s a cliché, but Stiles truly has no idea how much, loses track entirely of even the concept of its passage as he sinks into the feeling of Derek touching him, kissing him, holy shit, Derek Hale is kissing him. Stiles’ trembling fingers clutch into the fabric of his own jeans, too terrified to even consider reaching out for Derek, too aware of how easy it would be to break whatever fucking spell is happening between them right now.

In the end, his restraint is futile. The crash of a patio door swinging into the wall from the house behind them has Derek ripping away from him so quickly it could tear a hole in the very fabric of the universe.

They stare at each other with wild eyes. Derek is breathing just as heavily as Stiles is. Stiles’ mouth feels weird, puffy in a way he has no experience with, and there is nothing he can do to stop the hand that flies up to his face, fingerprints denting into the bow of his lip.

Derek’s eyes dip down to follow the movement. They are not allowed to linger there long.

“But,” Stiles says, little more than a whisper, raw and quiet, “you’re straight.”

A beat. Derek merely stares silently back. His mouth is red as it parts around a ragged breath, and no words follow after.

“You have a girlfriend,” Stiles presses on.

Derek leaps instantly to his feet.

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No pressure tags! 🩷 @crownofstardustandbone @dear-massacre @eevylynn @heavensenthale @like-lazarus

@lucky-bishop @nerdherderette @raisesomehale @renmackree @violetfairydust

[whipbogard]

disappointed to find out that you’re one of those batcest shippers 🤢

Welcome, you must be new to my blog because whatever you’re here for, JayDick has been around since 2016 and I don’t think they’re leaving anytime soon, if not ever.

At this juncture I see Jason and Dick as colleagues because I honest to god hate “batfam” and whatever the fuck it stands for thanks to DC and people like you.

I don’t care if you’re disappointed because you’re irrelevant to me. My mom, partner, family and friends don’t care because they know—I know—that my fictional preferences do not determine who I am as a person.

Speaking of, I am a responsible adult that pays tax, I have other hobbies outside of Harvey Dent etc etc. If you’re terminally online and spend most of your time bullying people championing your “moral” crusade online from the comfort of your bedroom, honey, you’re in no position to pass judgments on me, okay? Go out, touch some grass and maybe interact with non-fandom people/things.

Honestly, it’s really not that hard to block a tag. I block so many things I don’t like to see on my dashboard without harassing or being a bitch to whoever that posted/reblogged those stuff.

If all else fail, just fucking unfollow and/or block me. It’s 2025 and I’m honestly so fucking sick of this shit lol just get the fuck out of here

ETA: if you’re such an honourable person, why hide behind anonymity hmm?

[ravenw1ngs]

Shout out to all the Dream stans in Tubbo’s chat today for all the ad revenue they earned him <3

Thanks for screaming into the void for six hours while we all laughed at you. Hope you spend 2025 touching grass, stepping out of that little echo chamber, and finding someone to watch who isn’t an immature asshole that seems incapable of personal growth. <3

[drewsbuzzcut]

New Chapter

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and includes smut

Takes place: Dec 2024/Jan 2025

You toss your brand new keys up in the air only to catch them and clutch them tightly to your chest. The piece of metal means the world to you. It’s the symbol of the newest chapter in your life- your life with your boyfriend and unborn baby.

“Baby, I’m so happy,” you squeal and throw your arms around Mat’s neck.

His hands wrap around your back, keeping you pressed to him. You’re only 3 months pregnant at the moment, but he can’t wait until he feels your bump pressed against his stomach.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips.

The kiss only lasts for a fraction of a second- much to Mat’s dismay. You’re too excited to stay in one area of your new home. You prance around the empty house, filling each bare spot with potential furniture. Mat doesn’t chime in much, unless it has to do with color scheme, but it’s because he’s too enamored by your sheer excitement. Your hormones have been a roller coaster the past few months due to your pregnancy, so Mat’s glad that your happiness seems to be a constant at the moment.

“Mat, this room is so perfect for the nursery,” you cheer, turning around in his arms to wrap them around his neck.

You stare at him with sparkling eyes, heart thundering in your chest and love spreading through your veins. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, needing your man wrapped around you.

“I think so too. The crib would look perfect against that wall, and the sunlight would perfectly stream through that window. Plus, the closet is a good size for all the clothes we will be buying,” he adds in softly, lips pressed to your temple. You let out an elated laugh, a sound that will soon fill every corner of your new home.

You walk through the rest of the house, Mat wrapped around you from behind. He pecks and nips at your flustered skin, his hands steady on yours hips to keep you flush against him.

“This place is so beautiful, Maty. It’s perfect for us as we transition into being a family. I mean just look at this backyard! Our baby will be so lucky to be able to have this,” you sigh contently, leading your boyfriend into the backyard.

Mat’s fingers interlock with yours, spinning you back into his chest because he really wants to look at your beautiful face.

“You’re beautiful and perfect,” he whispers back, his nose nudging into yours and his lips ghosting the corner of your infectious smile.

“Just kiss me already,” you demand, a gasp dying on your tongue when Mat pulls your face to his.

The keys on the key ring, looped around his finger, smack against his knuckle, making a smile form on his face and interrupt the lip lock. You pull away briefly for air, and to stare into Mat’s eyes. He stares at you with such tenderness that always makes your heart race and breathing faint. How can someone make you feel so alive while simultaneously taking your breath away?

Before you can even mutter a word, your boyfriend is hauling you up his body and carrying you over to the grass. His knees hit the ground and your back gets tickled by each bristle of green. Leaning down with both hands planted on the ground on either side of your head, he kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

His hands move around your body from your thighs to your breasts, igniting the fire within you. His touch is sweet, but you can feel the lust building up in his palms. They bring a savory heat to your body, one that you know too well.

“Stop staring and just do something already,” you whine and toss your legs over his hips.

Your boyfriend grins down at you, thick fingers unbuttoning your jeans. He watches your reaction with darkened eyes as he pulls your pants down, licking his lips every time your hips jut up in search of him. And without warning, he rips your pinstripe blouse open, making a gasp fall from your mouth and buttons fly everywhere. To his desire, you’re wearing a lacy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, but to your annoyance, you’re now left without a functioning top.

“You do realize you just ruined my blouse and now I’ll have nothing to wear when we leave,” you sass with an eyebrow cocked up.

“I’ll give you the shirt off my back anytime you need me to,” he hums, nose and lips trailing down the valley of your breasts.

You huff out a little whine and push your chest up into his, almost speechless but needy for his greedy hands on you again.

“Fuck that’s so hot.”

With a smirk, you draw his lips back to yours. A hand cards through his hair, fisting the strands as his tongue explores your mouth. Your other hand ventures underneath his shirt, giving some attention to his spectacular abs. If it weren’t for the way his mouth dominates yours in the most heated make-out, you’d be dying to lick down his abdomen.

“Maty, take off your clothes,” you instruct through heavy breaths and give him a hand with losing his wardrobe.

The minute he lines himself up with your core, thunder cracks through the sky. You startle a bit, leaning more into his touch. For a second Mat looks hesitant, like maybe he shouldn’t risk your wellbeing. Too bad you’re too far gone down the lustrous rabbit hole to care.

“It’s just a little rain. We won’t melt,” you say, getting him back on track. A raindrop of two won’t dare to ruin the mood.

“Are you sure?” He checks in, because the last thing he wants is for his pregnant girlfriend to be uncomfortable.

“Positive. Love me, baby,” you sigh and press a kiss into his jaw.

Mat lowers his body down onto yours, his bottom half in the cradle of your thighs. He pushes into you slowly and stills his body until you give him the green light to move again. Ever since you’ve become pregnant, Mat has had to learn a new version of your body-something he’s more than okay with. You get so sensitive and aroused by the thought alone of Mat. Your body practically bursts into flames when he’s actually having sex with you, so he knows to take it slow.

“You’re always so wet for me. You love the fact that I’m about to fuck you at our new house, huh?” The hockey player says so sweetly, you feel your pussy close around him.

“Yes. Please move, baby. I want to be full of you.” You press the heels of your feet into the small of his back, making him sink all the way into you.

A moan escapes from the both of you and dances with the whip of lightning. Mat’s hips swivel and pull you under a state of pleasure. His mushroomed tip glides along your walls and you think you might faint with how you can feel every inch of him. Your wetness can be felt making a mess between your thighs, and it’s surely dripping down his cock.

Deep in the throes of passion, you surrender yourself to your favorite Canadian. He fills you up, fighting his way out of you as your heat desperately tries to suck him back in, and then slams into you once more. His mouth finds one of your pert nipples, sucking on it through the material of your bra. He hums around the peak, sending a flurry of butterflies to your already wonton core.

After he’s had enough of being separated by the flimsy fabric covering your chest, he pulls away. His length is still sheathed inside of you as he unsnaps the clips of your bra. You find it incredibly sexy that he can do it with one hand.

Sitting back on his knees, he can’t even stop himself from watching the way your tight pussy swallows him. It should be a sin, the way he stretches you open, but still take him so well.

“You’re so sexy. I can look at you forever and never grow bored,” his compliment pricks at your skin in a way that can only be described as heavenly.

Hoisting your hips up in his hands, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. It sends you spiraling and has your hips matching each of his thrusts. You grip tightly onto his forearms and bear down as the knot in your stomach forms.

As intensity beats down on the both of you, Mat pins your hands into the ground. His eyes bore into your own. You fall in love with the way they’re blown wide with love and lust.

“You feel so good, pretty girl. Your pussy was made just for me. No one can fuck you the way I can,” he groans into your ear, grinning devilishly at the way you pulse around him. Your release is so close and Mat knows all your tells. You start to wither around and your noises get more high pitched.

“Fuck! I love you so much,” you heave out. Your heart beats out of your chest with each kiss that’s placed on your throat and each time he touches your clit.

After a louder clap of thunder, the one or two raindrops turn into a full torrential downpour. The mood is temporarily dampened as you shriek and Mat crowds you into his body.

A moment of silence follows before you both burst out in laughter.

Gently you wrap your arms around him, nails softly scratching at his back, and press a kiss to his lips. It’s all that needs to be done for him to know to continue.

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth.

Your body arches into his as he pushes back into you. Your slick walls start to collapse around his length as the knot in your stomach tightens. That’s the thing about Mat, he can spark up your fire within a second if it’s ever extinguished.

“More,” you gasp out, nails digging into his skin.

He drives his hips as he holds onto yours, angling them up so he can hit deeper. You start to shake the moment he throbs inside of you. His salacious groans reach your ears and you clench down on him as your high vibrates through your body.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.”

You cry out, vision going white behind your closed lids and your toes curling. Mat doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he waits for your orgasm to completely work its way through you. Plus, the way he circles your clit makes you suck him deeper if it’s even possible. The sensation brings Mat’s release to the surface.

“Cum inside of me. Fill me up, hotshot. I want you to see the way you drip from my pussy. The way you fucked me so good, I couldn’t get enough of you,” you rasp, nibbling on his neck.

He plunges into your sensitive core, the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other fade into his moans of pleasure. You let out a whimper as he shoots his load inside of you. Your lips attach to his earlobe, sucking it into your mouth. You thrive in the feeling of satisfaction as you witness his eyes roll back and harsh shivers wrack his body.

“Well that’s one hell of a way to christen our new home,” Mat hums, eyes half lidded in sheer euphoria. His lips go back to kissing on your chest. It’s his own saying of grounding himself after experiencing such a high.

You giggle and welcome his body heat to warm you up from the cold droplets of water that grace your body. A soft feeling blooms in your heart, confirming just how wonderful your life is at the moment. You nose at his broad chest and move his arms so that they wrap around you.

“Just think about all the other rooms we can still christen,” you muse, a cackle spilling from your mouth when you feel Mat’s cock stir against your thigh.

a/n: I hope you all enjoy! I loved writing this one (even though I’m not crazy about the smut part)