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[fragranceonthefeuille]

Correspondances by Charles Baudelaire

Correspondences

Nature is a temple where living pillars Let sometimes emerge confused words; Man crosses it through forests of symbols Which watch him with intimate eyes.

Like those deep echoes that meet from afar In a dark and profound harmony, As vast as night and clarity, So perfumes, colors, tones answer each other.

There are perfumes fresh as children's flesh, Soft as oboes, green as meadows, And others, corrupted, rich, triumphant,

Possessing the diffusion of infinite things, Like amber, musk, incense and aromatic resin, Chanting the ecstasies of spirit and senses.

— Geoffrey Wagner, Selected Poems of Charles Baudelaire (NY: Grove Press, 1974)

Correspondances

La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

II est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants, Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies, �� Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,

Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies, Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens, Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.

— Charles Baudelaire

[anachronismstellar]

Me: hahaha lol Dear God Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, please help me writing this fic so I can move on to finish my other fics, blessed be and all that

Airplane, God/Transmigrator/Twice Fictional Character: lol sure

Me: *writing 10 fucking pages in 2 days* uh excuse me- what the fuck

[animatroniclovingsylveon]

get bapped >:3c

[anissapierce]

Netflix whitewashed Mr 3....

[emchante]

kinktober | pIeasure in your pleas - o.p.

summary: with oscar teasing you relentlessly, your incesent begging shows how badly you need him. the begging only drives him on, taking great pleasure from your pleas.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, fingering, dom!oscar, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise, light dacryphilia.

w.c. 2.8k+

a/n: last week of kinktober!! remember there's this post, an extra tomorrow and then the final halloween post. hope you all enjoy this, as the majority of you all voted dom!oscar! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

oscar piastri was a lot of things—charming, competitive, and determined—but when it came to you, he had a streak that was insatiably playful, bordering on devilishly teasing. you were lounging in his hotel room after a long day, the air between you charged with a lingering electricity. the chemistry the both of you shared was undeniable, and despite the endless hours of travel and work, your mind could never quite keep away from thinking about him.

tonight was no different.

oscar was in one of his moods, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he lay on his side, propped up by an elbow. You could feel his gaze trailing over you, soaking up every movement of your smaller body, every shift in your expression as you read the latest articles on your phone. he had a knack for reading you, knowing just what buttons to press to drive you to the edge.

his fingers traced an absentminded pattern along your thigh, the gentle graze of his fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. his touch was maddeningly light, not enough to satisfy the craving you had building inside but enough to keep your senses buzzing with anticipation.

you shifted restlessly on the bed, your breath coming out a little sharper than usual. “oscar…” you managed to say, your voice sounding far too needy for your liking. you knew he could hear the pleading in it—he always did.

“what is it?” he asked, his tone all innocent curiosity as if he hadn’t been the one tormenting you for the past twenty minutes. his fingers halted their exploration, and you almost whimpered at the loss. the small smirk on his face started to grow larger as he heard you try to restrain any noises.

he knew what you wanted. hell, he could practically feel it radiating off of you in waves, the growing desperation to have him do something, anything, more than this teasing.

“oscar,” you said again, hoping he would just stop this game. but he didn’t move. instead, he leaned in a little closer, tilting his head as if he were trying to figure you out.

“i’m listening,” he prompted, his voice low and smooth, laced with a teasing note that sent a shiver down your spine. you bit your lip, embarrassed at the sheer neediness in your voice. You were supposed to be strong, confident.. not this needy mess begging for his attention. but when he was looking at you like that, with those knowing eyes and that infuriatingly smug smirk, it felt impossible to hold onto any semblance of control.

“please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but were instantly met back with a  “please, what?” and there it was—that teasing lilt again. it drove you crazy, the way he reveled in making you beg for him. his fingers resumed their lazy exploration, but now they danced along the inside of your thigh, so close to where you ached for him yet so far at the same time.

your breath hitched at the touch, your hips arching slightly towards his hand of their own accord. but he pulled away in an instant, as if to punish you for trying to get what you wanted without asking for it.

“please,” you repeated, louder this time, almost desperate. you could feel the heat building between your legs, a slow, torturous burn that only oscar seemed capable of igniting.

“come on,” he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper now. he shifted closer, his face mere inches from yours. “you know what I want to hear,” he coaxed, hooded eyes switching from your own, to your lips, and then back up. 

you felt your cheeks flush, embarrassment warring with the overwhelming need you felt. he knew exactly how to push you, to toy with you until you were practically falling apart at his feet. it was maddening, the way he got such a twisted pleasure out of hearing you beg.

“oscar,” you tried again, your voice trembling slightly. “please, fuck. just—”

“just what?” he cut in, smirk overtaking his face completely. he was enjoying this far too much, taking great pleasure in the way you were slowly unraveling under his touch. he hadn’t had you like this in so long, due to the latest tripler header. why shouldn’t he let himself indulge a little?

your hands fisted in the sheets, trying to find something to ground you. “touch me,” you finally managed to say, barely a whisper. “i need you.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. “you need me?” he pushed, needing more than that to allow his fingers to continue their journey up your thigh.

“yes,” you breathed, nodding desperately. “please, osc. i need you so fucking bad, i’m desperate,” you told him, closing your eyes in defeat. you knew you had to let yourself beg a little more to get what you wanted.

but Oscar wasn’t satisfied with that. no, he wanted more. he always wanted more, and today was no different. 

“say it again,” he urged, his voice dropping to a low murmur. his hand traced up your thigh once more, fingers grazing the edge of your shorts, so achingly close yet still not quite enough. the icy touch of his calloused fingers against your soft skin was amazing, you desperately needed him to move further.

you felt yourself shudder, the tension in your body almost unbearable at this point. “fucking– please,” you repeated, louder this time. “i need you, oscar. i need you so fucking bad, you have no idea.”

he let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through you, making your breath catch in your throat, heat filling your cheeks. “that’s a good start,” he mused, almost as if he were talking to himself.

a good start?? you felt a surge of frustration, though it was mixed with desire. that combination was deadly, and it felt almost too much to bear. he was enjoying this, drawing it out just to watch you squirm beneath him.

“oscar,” you pleaded, your voice breaking slightly. “please—” “hmm,” he interrupted, tilting his head as if considering your plea. “i don’t know… i’m not sure if you really deserve it yet.”

the words sent a shock of arousal through you, a mixture of frustration and want so intense it nearly left you breathless. he was toying with you, holding back just to hear you beg more.

“please,” you begged again, your voice a desperate whimper now. “i need you so badly, oscar, please—”

“much better,” he murmured, his fingers finally slipping under the hem of your shorts, brushing over the fabric of your underwear. you gasped at the sudden movement– but still, it wasn’t enough. not nearly enough. 

you couldn’t hold back the needy sound that escaped your lips at the sensation. “osc,” you breathed, your voice nothing more than a desperate plea at this point. “for fuck sake– i’m begging you.”

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “i love hearing you beg like this,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to roll your eyes at oscar, as if he didn’t just state the obvious. but he spoke up again before you could.  “do you even realize how good you sound right now? whining.. begging, just for me?”

you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling with need. you repeated your pleas over and over, your voice barely recognizable now, laced with desperation. “osc, please…”

he seemed to consider your plea for a moment, as if weighing his options. and then, finally, he pressed his lips against your neck, the gentle brush of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

you let out a high-pitched moan, your entire body relaxing into the touch. but he didn’t stop there. his lips trailed down, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the curve of your neck, his hand slipping lower as his fingers brushed over the fabric covering your most sensitive spot– the spot where you needed him most.

your breath hitched at the contact, another moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. you were too far gone to care about holding back now—too lost in the overwhelming need for him to keep up any pretense of restraint.

“oscar,” you breathed, the sound of his name almost a sob. even more so when you continued to chant his name, hoping he’d accept those begs and start giving you what you wanted.

he hummed in satisfaction, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, brushing over your heated skin. you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling at the sensation.

“good girl,” he praised quietly, his voice sending another shiver down your spine. his low, quiet voice was such a sharp contrast to your loud, insistent begs that he was making you hit out with. “you’re doing so well for me, baby. doing just as i ask.”

the praise made you feel lightheaded, your mind going blank with need. he knew exactly how to unravel you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the overwhelming desire for him.

he pressed a finger against your clit, the sudden contact making you gasp. your hips arched involuntarily towards him, trying to chase the feeling. but he pulled back just enough to leave you wanting, a teasing grin on his lips. your eyes widened at the loss of contact, staring at his cocky expression with confusion lacing it’s way onto your features.

“patience,” he chided, his voice laced with amusement. “you begged so nicely, love— i want to enjoy this for a little longer, you understand right?”

you let out a whimper of frustration, your body practically thrumming with need. it was almost unbearable, the way he kept you on the edge, never quite giving you enough to tip you over. 

“please,” you begged again, your voice was nothing but a broken whisper at this point, just like he wanted. “oscar, please—”

he seemed to take pity on you then, his fingers finally slipping inside, pressing into your heat with a deliberate slowness that made you feel like you were coming apart at the seams. you let out a choked moan, your hands clutching the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

he set a slow, torturous pace, watching with rapt attention as you writhed beneath him, his name falling from your lips in a desperate chant. you were so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it. but just as you felt yourself start to unravel, he pulled back, his fingers stilling inside you. you let out a frustrated whine, your hips bucking towards him in a futile attempt to chase the feeling.

“not yet,” he hummed, his voice all dark amusement. “You’ll have to beg a little more than that, baby.”

You couldn’t stop the tears of frustration that welled up in your eyes, your entire body trembling with need. “please,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “fucking hell– i’m going to lose it oscar, i’m begging you please—”

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent as he took in the sight of you, completely undone beneath him. “you’re doing so well for me.”

and then, finally, he relented, his fingers resuming their movement. this time oscar resumed his rhythm with renewed intensity, his fingers driving into you with a purposeful, steady pace that made your whole body quiver. he was focused, watching every expression you made as if memorizing them. it was almost as if your desperation was a reward in itself, fueling his relentless teasing.

“look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “so needy for just my fingers?”

you could barely respond, the pleasure building inside you making it difficult to think straight. every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of heat flooding through you, and the pressure inside was coiling tighter and tighter. your lips parted, your breathing ragged, and you felt your chest rising and falling faster than you could control.

his words kept you tethered, just enough to drive you forward. “shit,” you whimpered, feeling so close to the release you had been begging for. “oscar, i’m going to—”

“no,” he cut you off, his voice firm yet still maddeningly gentle. “not yet.”

the desperation in his tone mirrored your own, but he was too wrapped up in this—wrapped up in you. he wanted to hold you there, wanted you to reach the peak only when he decided to allow it. your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to obey, every muscle in your body taut, straining against the thin thread of control he held over you.

you felt a tear slip down your cheek, your voice catching in your throat. “oscar, please—” the word was a broken sob now, a plea, a surrender. you couldn’t hold back anymore, the raw, vulnerable sound of your voice echoing in the room.

“that’s it,” he cooed, a dark satisfaction coloring his voice. “such a good girl, begging so sweetly for me. just like i wanted you to do, and you listened. so, so good for me.”

the praise felt like gasoline to the fire, burning away the last shred of restraint you had left. your nails dug into his arm, your grip trembling as you tried to ground yourself in the onslaught of sensation. the ache inside you was almost too much to bear, the pleasure teetering on that agonizing edge, waiting for permission to break free.

“oscar,” you pleaded, your voice strained and breathless. “i need—please, i can’t– i need”

“i know,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and something more tender, something almost fond. “but you need to hold on just a little longer, baby. i know you can do that for me”

the way he spoke, the absolute control he wielded over you, left you feeling utterly powerless and yet completely safe. it was a maddening paradox, the pleasure intertwined with the anticipation. every second felt like an eternity, and yet you never wanted this feeling to end.

when he finally pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, you felt another surge of arousal rush through you. he was marking you, claiming you, and the knowledge of that made you feel impossibly closer to the edge.

“okay,” he finally breathed, his voice almost a growl, his fingers picking up speed. “now.”

it was all you needed to hear. the words triggered something inside you, the pressure snapping like a tightly wound string. your body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over you in an overwhelming wave, leaving you breathless and shaking. his name fell from your lips in a cry, your vision going hazy as you rode out the intense pleasure.

oscar didn’t stop, working you through your high with steady, deliberate movements until you were left trembling in the aftershocks, your body completely spent. he held you, his touch gentle now, as if afraid you might break under his hands. the intensity of the moment slowly faded, replaced by a lingering warmth that spread through your entire being.

you were panting, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. oscar shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. his fingers brushed against your cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped out earlier. there was a tenderness in his gaze now, a softness that hadn’t been there during his teasing.

“good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. “you did so well for me. listening to everything i said.”

you felt a smile tug at your lips, the praise making your chest swell with a quiet satisfaction. the teasing might have driven you to the brink, but the way he looked at you now made it all worth it.

as the tension melted away, you allowed yourself to relax against him, your body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. oscar shifted, pulling you closer to him until you were nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the gesture intimate and comforting.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, his tone laced with genuine concern. you nodded, still too dazed to form words, and felt him chuckle quietly against you. the sound was warm and familiar, grounding you in the aftermath of everything that had just happened.

he held you for a while longer, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back as you slowly came back to yourself. there was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet intimacy of being held by someone who knew you so deeply.

and as you lay there, completely spent and yet utterly content, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the way oscar knew how to push you to your limits—and then catch you when you inevitably fell.

[thegirlamongthestars]

nsfw alphabet - c.alcaraz

warnings: +18 content

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's literally glued to you. Nonstop cuddles and soft kisses everywhere. He also takes care of getting you clean (most of the time you just hop on the shower together and help each other soaping) and makes sure that you go to the bathroom after it.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's definetly an ass man. He just loves squeezing and pinching at every chance he has. Either you're cooking, brushing your teeth or just standing next to him. At least one of his hands is always on it.

Apart from that, he loves your waist. How perfectly his hands fit when he holds you, creating an intimate connection. The natural curve of it, accentuating your silhouette, it's something he finds irresistibly alluring and feminine.

Your favorite part of him is, without a doubt, his arms. You love everything about them. The size of his biceps, the marked veins throughout them and of course, his big hands. You just love how effortlesly he can lift you off your feet and pull you closer whenever he wants.

But let's be honest, everything about him is a big turn on for you.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He adores when you are giving him a blowjob and you let him finish in your mouth.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he would die to ask you to have sex in the locker room or any risky places at The Academy. The adrenaline after his trainings taking over him.

He tends to be the one leading the situation but he secretly adores when you are the one in charge. He loves being bossed around by you and feeling wrapped around your finger.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few summer flings before you. He knows how to behave generally and your first time together was amazing. But after a few times of getting to know your body by himself and by asking your preferences directly, you're in seventh heaven everytime he touches you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's a sucker for lotus position. Having you on top of him (controlling the depth of the thrusts) and being able to hold you as close as possible. The intimacy and the romanticism of it are the highlights for him.

He also loves bending you over any surface on the house either when you're on "rough mode" or when you just have time for a quickie.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He knows how to adapt it to the mood of the moment.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it neat but not fully shaved.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's all for intimacy! He loves praising you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But in the same amount, he loves teasing you (always respecting your limits). One thing he'll never ever do is degrading you (it is a major turn off for him)

When he has the time, which is not very often unfortunately, he loves preparing cheesy and romantic things for you. Like a bubble bath with candles where both of you can relax and reach another level of intimacy.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it when he's out at tournaments. For his birthday you gifted him an album of spicy polaroids and he always carries with him his favorite one. So normally he uses this, the simple thought of you or your voice through the phone to please himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves the size difference you have cause he's just able to handle you around whatever way he likes. Basically being able to demonstrate his strength whether he's fucking you pinned against the wall or in the shower.

As a sportsman he enjoys his fair amount of praise. Either directly when you are telling him how well he's doing or indirectly, by the incesant moans he causes you. He also loves showering you with praises at everything you do.

And finally, the adrenaline of taking risks as I said before... 🤭

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

I think he loves the bed the most. It's basic but he feels safe, protected and he's able to concentrate just on pleasuring you. However he also loves a little bit of teasing in public and taking you in the kitchen counter after breakfast on Sundays.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything related to you. Looking at you, the way you dress, YOUR PERFUME/NATURAL SCENT (gets him going as fast as the speed of light), your confidence and manners... He's just head over heels for his woman.

n= no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that can cause you a potential damage or anything that you hadn't agreed on.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Let's be honest in here. He's a guy, he really enjoys when you go down on him.

But the power he feels when he's eating you out, it's something off the charts for him. How you squirm under his tongue, the way you gasp for air everytime he sucks you and your sweet sounds are all he needs to be happy.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood of the moment. For example, when he's full of adrenaline after he won a game or a tournament he'll give you the most delicious fast, rough and deep pace ever. But when he loses, he becomes super clingy with you so you'll have this tender, slow and sweet pace.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

One of his top favorites (and for you ofc, cause even on a short time he can make you finish every time 😌). It is just so practical, you both get satisfied and you can still reach to your respective chores.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes! He's very exploring on this sense, 1. because everything new adds to his experience of pleasing you and giving you the best sex of your life and 2. because he just enjoys being dutiful and proving that he can become the best at anything he proposes.

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Let's be for real, just look at him playing🤭. And also just look at the size of those quads and biceps. He can go all night long! He always leave you completely worn out after two rounds.

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own toys and when he discovered it he couldn't be more excited to try them out. His favourite is any one related to vibration/suction. More specifically, he recently bought you vibrating panties and he has the time of his life controlling the speed and intensity of it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

We've all seen that cheeky smile of his 🤤 he adoooores teasing you, both on the sexual and on everyday situations.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

LOUD and he's not remotely ashamed of it (thank God 😩)

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves watching you on tennis skirts or dresses and when you surprise him with no underwear beneath them, he goes WILD. You'll find him asking his Nike people to provide him with female sportwear of every collection they launch.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The evidence is out there and I think we can all agree on this one without the need of words 😇

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He wants to have you ALL the time.

"I'm just obsessed with you, what can I do?" he would say.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he's done with all his aftercare and you're both comfortable, he dozes off quickly just by listening to your heartbeat.

[cod-fishing]

When the 141 finally gets some leave, or even just a few days at one base, Ghost can sometimes go a little…overboard…during sex.

He just so rarely gets the chance to truly be alone with Soap. So often it’s quick kisses exchanged before they drop into a mission, good luck wishes from his lover pressed against the seam of his mask, or spit-lubed jerk off sessions while waiting in a shitty bunker for exfil. It’s not even that Ghost dislikes their messy, incredibly unprofessionally little tristes - quite the opposite. But Soap’s tongue on his balls while he stays in perfect sniper position doesn’t exactly inspire relaxation.

And so when he can relax - truly relax, with miles between him and the enemy, a secure enough lock to take his mask off, and access to real lube - he sometimes looses control.

It always starts with Soap below him.

And isn’t that alone just ecstasy. Johnny MacTavish, all his. Splayed out underneath him, strung out on pleasure and sweat and spit, moaning like he’s being payed for it. Soap’s voice, god, he’s always had a mouth on him, and when they’ve got the luxury of a door he doesn’t hold back. Ghost drinks it up, lapping his gasps and hitched breath out of the air, licking them from between his lips. He keeps his hands busy, running across sensitive ribs and over nipples, or notched up to the joint in Soap’s delicious little hole.

And Ghost has so much patience. So god damn much, he doesn’t even know where it comes from, some endless well in his soul that only Johnny can tap. He keeps him like that for what feels like days, floating in a little pool of pleasure.

Until he just snaps.

Fingers are ripped free of his lover, murmurs of praise traded for wordless growls. Suddenly, Soap is gasping for a new reason as Ghost flips him over, pulling his ass up and planting a crushing hand on his spine to keep him in place. He barely had the forethought to slick his cock before he’s forcing his way into Johnny’s slick, gummy heat. Arms come up around his chest to hold him in place, teeth sink into his vulnerable neck, and he sets about thoroughly ruining Johnny on his cock.

It’s not that he means to be so harsh to his lover. Despite his reputation, he never wants to harm Johnny, could never imagine it. But in these moments…it’s like his patience implodes and he just needs him.

All of him. Needs to be in him, surrounded by him, needs Johnny in every cell. It's an itch under his skin, a thrum of incesant desire, a fucking addiction.

When he feels Johnny clench around his cock, he can't even hear him anymore. All he can do is chase it, mixing their bodies and soul, licking Soap into his mouth, crushing him to his chest. It doesn't take long until finally, finally he releases into his lover, and whatever insanity that takes him is broken.

As he drifts back into the present, Johnny panting against his chest, he's always terrified. Terrified that he has hurt his Johnny, his sunshine. Short of breath himself, he runs his hands over him, grimacing at scratches and softly blooming bruises, but every time, Johnny just catches his hand.

Shut that brain off, Johnny slurs, half-way to sleep already. I loved it, I always do. Now turn the light off.

And Ghost is brought right back out of his over-active thoughts. He has plenty of time to worry about Soap being hurt. He doens't need to do it now, in the little haven of their love.

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

Inspired by @mdoodlerfandomart 's Coalition Lance AU.

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The Voltron team was in a somber mood as they made their way back to Earth. Pidge a bit less so, because she was so looking forward to seeing her mom and dad, but even that only served to remind her that one of their own wouldn't be coming home to his family. The Voltron team had a Lance shapped hole in their ranks and everyone was feeling his absence.

Coran missed the incesant chatter from the coms which Lance had usually initiated, and Allura missed their gossip beauty sessions. Shiro had an immense amount of guilt over Lance's capture, despite technically not having been there when it happened. He contantly wondered if his clone had somehow set Lance up in an ambush, and hated that his memories of that time were disjointed and blurry at best.

Pidge busied herself by radioing every ship and planet within distance to ask if they had seen a man, tall, brown skin and blue eyed, but everyone she could get in contact with said no. (On the plus side of this process, though, they did discover that the Coalition seemed to be in good hands, so that was a relief, at least.)

Hunk kept a small notebook where he drafter hundreds, if not thousands, of ways in which he might have to break the news to Lance's family that their son, brother, cousin, uncle, etc., was MIA, likely presumed dead. None of them were completed because Hunk inevitably broke down in tears every time before he could finish any of them.

And Keith... well, Keith kept holding onto hope that Lance was alive, somewhere in the wide universe. He simply refused to believe that Lance was dead. The team kept telling him he was in denial, but it was the only thing that kept him going. Otherwise he didn't think he'd be able to function. He often played with one of Lance's necklaces that Keith now wore and wondered about his whereabouts.

If he was in a good mood, Lance had escaped to a planet of peaceful aliens and awaited rescue. It was his greatest, most indulgent daydream that they defeated the Galra once and for all and Keith led a rescue mission to find Lance, found him and brought him home. However, if he was in a bad mood, he tended to imagine progressively worse case scenarios that left him on the verge of a panic attack and spiralling. It was the uncertainity that got to him and wore him down.

As the Earth finally appeared in front of them, Red and Blue picked up speed and went ahead of the rest to spearhead the formation. It was a bit unusual, but the Paladins didn't have the energy to question it. There were a lot of mixed emotions in the group and they were absolutely exhausted in every way that mattered. The comms were quiet. Each Paladin was lost in their thoughts, and their missing Paladin weighed heavily in their minds.

Suddenly, as they entered the Earth's athmosphere, the comms began to crackle.

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?"

Every single one of the Paladins startled in their seat and their eyes widened in disbelief. They turned on their comms and cameras. They all looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Hunk was the first to break the silence.

"Was that...?"

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?" the voice repeated and this time Keith yanked the radio out of its base as his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

"Lance?! Voltron to Earth, we copy. Lance, is that you?!" Keith yells into the receiver.

"Keith?! Oh my gosh, you're alive!" Lance exclaimed on the other side.

"What do you mean I'm alive? You're alive!" Keith retorted and he couldn't help the smile on his face or the tears in his eyes.

Just then they received a notification of an incoming live transmission that Pidge immediately accepted. A new screen popped up in front of them and there he was, alive and breathing, the one and only, Lance McClain.

On the screen, he laughed incredulously as he wiped at his eyes and said, "Hey guys, it's been a while."

What followed was chaos: everyone began talking at the same time, raising their voices to be heard above the others, and asked all sorts of questions wanting to know how Lance ended up on Earth, how he escaped the Galra, was he okay, he he seen their families, were they okay and the cockpit descended into pandemonium as Lance valiantly attempted to answer all of them.

Keith, however, was quietly taking in and just looking at his boyfriend after years of holoscreens and memories. Lance was no longer a lanky, awkward teen. He'd filled out: his shoulders broadened and, while still thin, he seemed to have gained a lot of muscle. His face had sharpened and Keith could see a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. He had a few new scars, too. He was also wearing a Garrison unifform, with a few medals in it.

"Keith?" Lance asked, and Keith realized he'd just missed most of the conversation. Keith smiled.

"Hey, sharpshooter," he replied. Lance sent him a flirty smirk in return.

"What? Did you miss me?"

"You have no idea," Keith answered and didn't care if he was being sappy in front of the Paladins and however many people were in the command center. Lance chucked wetly and his gaze softened.

"We're ready for you to land. Unfortunately, our hangars aren't anywhere near large enough for the lions, but there's an open field right outside. Crew members will be waiting for you in their vehicles to bring you to base. There are some people here who can't wait to see you guys!"

Keith raised an eyebrow. Lance looked, and sounded, so mature... so professional. It was hard to believe he was the same goofball he fell in love with.

"How come you're at the helm?" he asked. Lance smirked, but it was Pidge who answered.

"If you hadn't been so busy making oogly eyes at him, you would have heard that he's the head of the coalition. You know, the one we've hearing about," she snarked with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Wait, for real?!" Keith exclaimed.

Lance gasped and grabbed his chest in a wounded gesture, "You heathen! Can you sound a little less surprised? Do you really have so little faith in me? You wound me!"

Someone out of shot of camera in the command center said something to Lance that the Paladins didn't manage to catch. Lance's reaction, though, was telling enough. He scoffed in mock offense and replied, "You take that back!"

Keith laughed. It was nice to see his Lance in this new, grown version of him. He asked, "How did that even happen?"

Lance scoffed again and rolled his eyes, "Again, it's a very long story and I don't want to clutter the frequency. You're welcome to come for dinner at mine's and I'll tell you all about it." Lance winked.

"Fine," Keith relented.

"Transmission over," Lance said and his screen disappeared. Only then did Keith pay attention to the looks of awe and joy in the rest of the Paladins. Hunk was even openly crying and babbling about how glad he was that Lance was okay. Keith felt the same.

It was as if a stone had been lifted off of his chest and now he could breathe! Liquid fire poured through his veins and, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could battle a hundred cruiseships and win! Red purred in his mind, and Keith was transported back to the very first time he flew red, before the war and their losses had worn down his excitment and passion for flying a sentinent lion in space. He smirked.

"Race you," he said, and sped down towards the Earth at full speed. Red happily obliged.

"You cheat!" Pidge yelled and gave chess.

Hunk followed with an indignant, "Hey!"

Allura, Shiro and Coran laughed joyously and tried to catch up.

Keith didn't care all that much, to be honest. He had a very pressing reunion to get to, after all.

~~~

I hope you liked it! It's just a scene, and it doesn't encompass a lot of events but I wanted to focus on the characters. I'd like to explore other scenes, perhaps later, from Lance's POV on Earth or maybe Keith's POV when he first finds out Lance is missing until they exit the time dilation worm hole thingy.

Let me know what you think!✌🏼

[sauroff]

A meme requested by my best friend, who hasn't read The Silmarillion, but has assimilated half of the stories via my incesant ramblings. She doesn't even need to read something to judge and go against my ships….and also, my idea of Gil-Galad's parentege, hence the alternative version under the cut that was made specially for her:

[heartofmuse]

I ache for you so much it is a incesant beat in the middle of my chest, a whirlwind of longing churning every wave in the sea of my heart towards your shore.

e.v.e.

[thebottomfromhell]

What the demon kids do when their parent reader when he is not feeling well ? İ really liked your parent figure reader

This one I will make it GN, you have also asked me by chat to make one of Mother reader, but that one I will leave it for later.

To keep the GN terms, the kids will be calling Reader "Oya", which means "either mother or father" or "both mother and father" depending on the context.

GN parent Human Reader get's sick and is taken care by their demon kid

Warnings: Mentioned cannibalism, Emeto (not in a kinky way, obviously), Other gross content related to bwing sick.

Daki (ft. Gyutaro):

"OOOONIIIIIIIIII-CHAAAAAAAAAN" Daki screams at the top of her lungs. Your head already hurted bad enough, to the point you keep you eyes close, the light of the district is too intense, just like the cold (but it's mid summer). You can hear Gyutaro groan as he gets out of Daki's back, the sound of flesh forming and streching being as gross as the flavor in your mouth. Your stomach contracts, you forced yourself to eat normaly before coming and now you are regreting it. You can feel the phlegm and some acid pieces of what you ate at your throat. "SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY OYA! HE IS RED AMD TREMBLING!" You can feel the older brother's hand in your face, feeling a pleasant cold against your skin. That is weird, Daki is the cold one, Gyutaro has always felt too hot before.

""Your aya" is sick. Ne. Piece of shit! Why are you worrying my sister, ne?! If you are sick you should have stayed in bed!" You want to say that you are fine, but the pain and content in your throat don't let you. Of course you would get sick. You were fine enough when you left home, besides the lack of appetite. Still, that is coming back to you, you throw up, making Gyutaro back down to not get himself dirty, at least not more as some barf reaches his pants as he was kneeling before you. "EEEWWWW!" Daki reacts a lot more than him, who just looks a bit disgusted before actually hiving orders to her. "Take Y/N to our room to lie down. Get tea, a lot of tea, and some incense too. I will clean myself, find things to re-stock and see if I cat get medicine or shit." She does as told, getting you into some beddings, letting yourself cover up. She knows how to boil a good tea, that is part of her job, she sometimes also uses incese when some clients just smell awful, so she can do that too.

The air is hot, also the drink, but it helps a little. Still, you are very tired, you want to sleep, but Daki stops you. "No! Onii-chan said you needed a lot of tea! You only had a cup! Drink the whole keetle!" She orders before serving you more, fully trusting her brother's choice. You obey as she keeps helping you drink, kneeling besides you, moving crawling in a rather childish way. "Will you be ok?" She asks worried, still not letting you sleep, not knowing if she is supposed to. She never took care of anyone like this, never had to since Gyutaro was the one who helped her when she got sick, not the other way around.

You use your energy to keep your eyes open and smile to her as she reach your hand and presses it against her cheek, thankfully you already finished a small keetle. "I will be fine, Daki. I promise, I just need to sleep." Even the hoarse tone in your voice is painful, but she nods, not letting your hand go, as she watches over you. She won't let anything happen to you.

Kaigaku:

Kaigaku still remembers how it feels to be sick, is a very alive memory, as if it was yesterday. But yestarday he was a demon, just like today, and so he can't get sick. He is still getting used to that idea, but you? You are a human, you can get sick. You are sick. "You are an idiot, you oya." He says as he puts a piece of cloth he just cooled down with father in your forehead as he doesn't let you get out of bed. Kaigaku has a fair idea of what to do when someone is sick, he has seen the adults on the temple take care of other children, and more often than not some were asked to help taking care of the younger kids.

As you might guess, he hates doing this, taking care of others. In his eyes it was always a waste of time, one can barely survive on their own and everyone else wants them to think about some other. Really, he never allowed anyone to see him vulnerable, unless it was what he needed to survive, but besides that... he had pride, ambitions, he wantes to rise from where he started, and so he never let anyone take care of him when he was sick. Kaigaku wonders if he would having met you before being turned into a demon. "We don't have medicine, you will have to sleep and sweat this off." He says as he rubs gently the piece of cloth, it heated up too fast for his liking, making him scoff.

"Thank you.... for taking care of me." You tell Kaigaku in a weak and tired voice, so far he has been doing a good job with it, which thank goodness. You might just pass out, your throat is irritated, your eyelids heavy, and everything is too hot and cold at the same time, fluids in your body make it hard to breath and your head just feels as if something burning was preassuring into dizziness and sting. The kid is not only showing he cares by nurturing you this time, but he is putting an effort, which you refuse to leave unnoticed. He stops himself for some seconds.

Nobody has ever thanked him before for doing this things, noticed the discomfort or effort he put, treated it as if it was "his responsibility to the others, since he is older and has been through the same situation". It's nice... to not be taken for granted. You are nice to him in general, the only adult that cared for him not because he cares about orphan children in general, but cares about Kaigaku.... "Just rest for now, I will take care of the rest." That was what it took for him to care too, and that is enough. You do as he tells you, trusting that you will neither feel better when you wake up... or feel worse but be in middle of healing, still, both are good.

Zohakuten:

Ok, Zohakuten is not panicking, of course not. He is the strongest form of Uppermoon 4, the mix of the four clones and the best protector the main body will ever have! Of course he can deal with anything! "Fu- uuuuuurgh..... I feel like I will pass out....." Except now you are throwing up, skin red and trembling violently. THE FUCK IS ZOHAKUTEN SUPPOSED TO DO?! He never took care of anything that is not the main body, and that was only killing those humans who hunted him down, taking advantage of his smaller size! The cowardice! The evil!

"Wait. Wait. Don't pass out here. Don't...." he stops talking to back off the second you start to gag, clearly wanting to throw up. Really, what is he supposed to do?! He has never been sick! He is a demon! And he has never been around anyone sick! He has no idea what to do! "Can... can you hold it up? Just for me to take you home?" He asks looking around, as if someone or something would tell him the information he needs or calm him down. You nod, feeling both stomach and throat contracting in acid and heat, already smelling the vomit. It's disgusting, but your whole body feels disgusting as it's sweaty and snotty, without adding how tired you feel.

Zohakuten uses his drums, playing in the lowest volume he can as he commands his wooden dragons to bring you both home. To your home, where you should be able to rest. Rest will heal this, right? Maybe eating something? Demons always heal faster after eating, but he feels is not the case as a sudden movement makes you ho to the edge of the dragon and throw up whatever you ate the last. Not for the first time Zohakuten wishes he could physically meet the rest of the clones, to have someone to guide him. You have taken up that rol, but now you are not in position to tell him how to take care of this. "Oya...."

He grabs you in his arms once you botth arrive, helping you into the beddings. "I will bring some tea. Please stay awake." It takes him a while as he goes back to the kitchen as he remembers to add more water, to filter the leaves and to boil the water, but he manages to bring some tea. "Tha-thank you..." damn, it hurt to speak, but you still smile at the kid. He looks at you a bit sad. "Sorry... I'm not good at this." You spend the rest of the time awake comforting him, until you do pass out because of the headache and tiredness. It seems Zohakuten got creative you did, because you woke up with a kidnapped doctor taking care of you... you'll talk to the kid once you feel better, not before, so he gets out without being scolded this time. This. Time.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

Laura lee's death killed Jackie.

Conclusion: Jackielee (one-sided) real.

https://www.tumblr.com/tabithatwo/724857649875894272/disregardcanon-jackie-admiring-laura-lees?source=share

HELLO???? JACKIELEE TRUTHERS RISE

in all seriousness, listen...

i love girls doomed by the narrative, girls with a weakness for brunettes with big sad brown eyes, doomed by their incesant attempts to be 'perfect' and perform the way they're expected to just to fit a mold of the rules of society/religion, girls that try so so hard to be something (perfect team captain and loved by shauna / good catholic girl and savior) and fail so so badly (abandoned by the team and betrayed and killed even if inderectly by shauna / inspiring lottie's downward spiral and encouraging the visions that created a pagan religion and died without saving them)

but if you'll allow me to be silly for a second...

LOOK at the way the look at each other on episode ONE:

they should just kiss. i think

and Jackie being so proud when Laura Lee acts up (making fun of Travis and claling him flex, standing up to Coach Scott)

also laura lee almost killed her with a plane btw and we all know that is gay behavior

and then there's THE HUG™

DO I NEED TO SAY MORE

oh my god oh my god wait wait hold on. jackie-lauralee-lottie love triangle real. wait. fuck. jackie-lauralee-lottie-shauna love square REAL

no wonder jackie has beef with lottie. first she gets the laura lee homoerotic baptism treatment. then she gets shoved into the closet she's trying so hard to break out of. and then she has shauna sexily handling a knife to kill men for her

[lordsalissoon]

haya thanks so much for answering all my incesant questions not sure if i missed it or if it got lost in all my other questions lol but in my last ask i dont think you answered when i asked about silvers poison and its effect on the body like is its paralitic or just deadly and if nokori's suffer sensory issues from there new forms? Like evy having multple ears causing her to hear things on a different level than she is used to etc

sorry if you had answered and i missed it or mis understood, and its cool if the silver one will get shown later (i asumed it might but figured id ask)

Oh yeah, you're right I missed it!!!

Silver venom is paralytic. It can be dangerous and cause the heart to stop if she injects too much of the venom into someone, but she almost never needs to use a large amount. In small doses (one sting), it has almost no effect. She avoids using it because she doesn’t know how many stings would be too much. One is safe; two can paralyze a horse. But what would happen with three? Four? Since the Agency discovered that a large amount of her venom could stop someone’s heart, she has stopped using it altogether.

Unless it's an emergency, of course!

Edit: I forgot to answer the sensory part, so I'm adding it now!

It really depends on the nokori. Remember, even if the nokori’s mind once belonged to a human, their entire body is a fusion of everything involved in the ritual and more. Some nokori weren't even human to begin with.

For some nokori, the transformation was particularly difficult, not only due to the sensory changes but also because of their entirely new bodies. Others adapted with ease, as if they had been born with these new limbs and heightened senses. For some, the ability to smell more acutely was overwhelming, while for others, it was like 'putting on glasses' for the first time, allowing them to experience scents as if it had always been a part of their nature.

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

Metal Tails had recently "borrowed" one of Tails' consoles, having a bit difficulty with the controls, but still trying what it could. When they saw Tails coming back, they turned its head to him.

"hiii.how did it go inthe base.found the incesant noise?"

- Metal Tails, @team-metal-line

He just watches the metalic fox for a moment, before registering the question.

"Your father almost died. There was a big commotion."

[witchyandbitchyandgay]

Love when you forget you work with spirits and tarot and so you don't thank your deck, run it through incese, blow on it, and then kiss it before putting it away so you keep having weird shit like unrecognizable noises at 3am on repeat and things being moved and windows being unlocked :)

(I did thank the cards and cleanse them and my home yesterday)

[emchante]

emchante's kinktober 2024

i'm participating in kinktober this year, get ready for filth throughout the month. there will be 11 days of content, so have a look below to see what intrigues you. all blurbs with their respective kinks and summary are listed below the cut.

DAY 1 feat. daniel ricciardo + praise kink ╰ proving his worth

daniel is struggling with doubt and frustration after another rough race. you reassure him in the one way you know you'll get through to him.

DAY 2 feat. daniel ricciardo + against a wall ╰ pinned to perfection

after a long stressful day, the tension is radiating from daniel. back at the hotel, you find yourself pushed up against a wall, as daniel takes charge.

DAY 3 feat. lando norris + breeding kink ╰ seed of desire

after seeing you look after kids in the paddock, lando can’t shake the thought from his head. when you get back to your hotel room, lando is driven by his fantasy.

DAY 4 feat. oscar piastri + face-fucking ╰ from frustration to fulfillment 

when oscar came home with stress radiating off him, you told him you wanted to help out. it's not long until he's using your face to fuck his frustrations out of him.

DAY 5 feat. charles leclerc + deepthroating ╰ full throttle pleasure

you and charles share a heated night where the you start off in control, but later on you find the roles switching when charles can't hold back.

DAY 6 feat. lewis hamilton + thigh riding ╰ sunrise sensations

after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

DAY 7 feat. george russell + reunion sex ╰ victory’s embrace

austria was the first race you attended this year, and miraculously– george won. back at the hotel, with the adrenaline and excitement of having you back; george shows you how much he’s missed you.

DAY 8 feat. max verstappen + sleepy sex ╰ drowsy desires

after an exhausting day, max arrives home late and slips into bed beside you. his touches stir something deeper within you, leading to a slow encounter under the covers. 

DAY 9 feat. oscar piastri + begging ╰ pIeasure in your pleas

with oscar teasing you relentlessly, your incesent begging shows how badly you need him. the begging only drives him on, taking great pleasure from your pleas.

DAY 10 feat. george russell + body worship ╰ elegant reverence

throughout the day, george couldn’t keep his eyes off you and how good you looked. as soon as you’re back at the hotel, george worships you and how good you look– both in and out of clothes.

DAY 11 feat. lewis hamilton + biting/marks ╰ marked by jealousy

when another man is all over you at the club, lewis’ jealousy quietly builds. once you come back to him, lewis doesn't let you leave until he’s marked his territory.