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sushispider1212 Ā· 3 days ago
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PvP Civilization and the Heroā€™s Journey
Note: This does, in fact, contain spoilers for pvpciv so tread with caution.
First off, this is an examination in regards to the concept of a Heroā€™s Journey. It will be mostly outlining how I feel the seriesā€™s narrative fits in with the Heroā€™s Journey and maybe a couple of predictions about where the series is gonna go from here. (Yes, Parkour Civilization is a more clear-cut heroā€™s journey. But Iā€™m not talking about that right now.)
So to begin: What is a Heroā€™s Journey?
A heroā€™s journey is the idea that a whole lot of myths and stories that revolve around a central protagonist follows a certain template as to how that story works. Itā€™s a series of plot events that can be easily traced through these stories.
These are not always in the same order, and not all the steps are covered. I will be going through the Campbell phases (Joseph Campbell in his 1949 book The Hero with a Thousand Faces), but theyā€™ll be in the order I think best fit pvpciv.
And all good journeys start with the Call to Adventure.
Our protagonist starts in their normal life before something happens in order to get our protagonist off on their adventure.
For our purposes, itā€™s Evboā€™s normal wooden sword life. We can assume heā€™d only been alive there (and maybe beyond there?) for only a few days, but as stated in the opening narration, thatā€™s just life for him.
His call to adventure? Winning his first match and Tabi showing up.
Winning the first match is important, because it is what gives him hope that he could make it out of the wooden sword phase, but also makes him start to question his normalcy because the guy forfeited.
And Tabi, being the one who travels to the next levels with Evbo with the explicit intent to get him all the way to diamond sword level, is actually a sort of mentor character in the grand scheme of things. She even taught him how to crit, which enabled him to get better at pvp, which got him to the next level, the place unknown to our protagonist.
This leads in to our next step: Supernatural Aid.
This is where our hero gets a magical guardian to help them or give them a boon of some kind. This doesnā€™t have to be literal, of course, but whatever boon has to help later in the quest.
And this boon? Evboā€™s resurrection.
I am of the belief that symbolically, the Diamond Swords are the magic guardians (especially with their training arc that weā€™ll get to later.) And since Evboā€™s resurrection power was gifted by them, it counts as magical aid especially since being able to revive in this world is highly valuable.
And next? The Crossing of the First Threshold.
This is where our hero crosses into a world unknown, traveling beyond to a place where the rule are unknown to them.
Aka Evbo crossing to the Stone Sword level, and subsequently the Iron Sword level.
But hereā€™s where things get real: The Belly of the Whale.
This is where our protagonist has their major failure. From being beaten up badly by the villain, or failing their quest, they hit rock bottom. Normally this phase comes in the middle of the story, but sometimes itā€™s really early on!
From this failure, they leave behind all the known rules that they may be holding on to, and fully embrace the transformation of the self that ensues.
Evbo encounters this in the murder-reincarnation loop he gets caught in during the Golden Sword training montage. Simply put, before this he was still operating by the known rules of pvpciv, attack people to get sword strength to live. He was also still relatively the same, being a little weird guy with a shopping addiction and an unhealthy dependence on Tabi since sheā€™s the only person who was nice to him. Fun.
But here? Itā€™s rock bottom for him. A no win scenario in which he only gets a small chance of escape every so often to try to win at gold sword level only to die and end up there again. Suffice to say, itā€™s at this point that Evbo starts to go through his character arc and mature.
Leading into the next part: The Road of Trials.
This is the training arc! The beginning of the transformation! Itā€™s usually a set of tests that the protagonist must complete, aided by their supernatural boon from earlier! They usually fail at least one, but not always.
Evboā€™s gold sword training arc is a clear cut Road of Trials. He does the tests, gets better at pvp, and becomes a better fighter and a slightly better person. And he fails, many, many times. This is only possible through his previously acquired supernatural boon, AND the trials are facilitated by the Diamond Swords, Yā€™know, the magical guardians. Anyway.
Next up: Abyss.
Our hero confronts the being with ultimate power in their life and has to make it out. All of the change and training theyā€™ve went through is to get to this point.
In this case, I believe it is Evboā€™s confrontation with Tabi at the end of the season finale.
Tabi, his mentor, the one whoā€™s stuck with him this entire time and taught Evbo how to crit. The one who betrayed Evbo and is also in possession of the most powerful sword, which she stole after beating up the Diamond Swords that Evbo thought were the strongest.
A final confrontation, to see if she still caresā€¦
And he survives into the Apotheosis.
This is the realization stage. The greater understanding that leads to the final stage of the journey.
This is Evbo after the confrontation with Tabi. Him understanding that he needs to leave in order to fix everything, that his resurrection power was given to him by sheer luck. And also the fact that pretty much everyone else is after his head.
And this is where the story ends for now. Right after the revelation and transformation.
But! But! This leads into my final section! Predictions!
Pvpciv doesnā€™t end in a complete heroā€™s journey. The reason for this is pretty obvious, since itā€™s setting up season 2. But where can it go from here?
Remember how I said that the phases can appear out of order? Well, I think the pvpciv season 2 will actually restart the heroā€™s journey!
The journey is all about the known world vs the unknown world and how our hero changes and transforms over the course of it. Well, at the point where the story is, Evbo certainly has changed, but he also learned and now the unknown world is the known world.
But! Thatā€™s only toward the Sword Civilization! The rest of PvP Civilization is the unknown now!
So hereā€™s my idea. Weā€™re gonna go all the way back to the First Threshold and the Belly of the Whale. Thereā€™s gonna be more trials and a greater and more powerful supernatural guardian to provide aid (PvP God?).
And! Thereā€™s more phases that I skipped over! Hereā€™s the two that I think are going to come up!
Meeting with the Goddess: The hero gains items to help them in the future from a powerful figure. In this case, I think these items will likely be either more PvP weapons, or the Netherite Sword. Likely granted by the new supernatural entity.
Woman as the Temptress: An often female figure that tries to trick the hero from straying from their path. Pretty obvious, but I believe that Tabi will fulfill this role, especially since sheā€™s the most powerful figure in the picture right now, and still feels a friendship with Evbo. I think sheā€™ll try to sway Evbo to her side using that connection, and maybe sheā€™ll be swayed to join Evboā€™s side instead? Maybe, weā€™ll see!
Conclusion.
PvP Civilization is a very interesting version of the heroā€™s journey, and I hope you have found this as interesting as I do! This came to me about an hour after watching the finale and I like dissecting media into parts.
I may have missed a few things, my memory isnā€™t infallible, so if thereā€™s something else youā€™ve noticed, please feel free to say so!
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istharoth Ā· 1 day ago
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In love with a 2-D Character?! Mortkranken Edition!
Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.
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ā†Ŗ Yuri Isami:
Boy oh boy, he does not play games but it's a game which includes anomalies? Something his occult (in this AU) self is intrigued by? He's definitely picking up the game
Obviously, at first glance he knows you're a great doctor, just like him, so he selects you.
You like Classical Music too? Hello?! He's longing for the day you become real because you're everything he needs.
Someone he can speak to on an intellectual level (and possibly learn from?) he's not going to let that chance go!
He also probably likes Jin's favourite character but you dislike them. So what? He likes them so that doesn't matter. (though he's a bit curious to know about the animosity)
He's the kind of person who would slowly change his habits into yours
Oh, that brief mention of your coffee/tea order? Yeah, that's his daily drink now.
Oh you like chemistry? Guess you and him have chemistry *wink wonk*
Isn't big on merch I feel but also gives collector vibes.
Let's go with the latter, he's a collector. Merch? He's going to get it.
He likely started the game later, so he missed out on some official merch. He's looking everywhere for that limited merch
HE NEEDS TO GET HIS HANDS ON THEM
If not, you'd be disappointed, and he'd be disappointed.
Intensely in love with you, definitely has a shrine of you.
Was squealing when you and he held hands. HELLO?! BEFORE MARRIAGE?!?
Has mediocre luck overall but calculates how much he needs to get you and efficiently gets you. (by not pulling on other character banners)
He's trying to get your SR maxed out, also will not listen to people who say a certain set is better for you. No. whatever goes with your colour scheme is best for you.
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ā†Ŗ Jiro Kirisaki:
Does not play games. Even if he does, forgets to log in.
Very easygoing, and likely doesn't have the story completed but feeds on fan stuff.
I feel like he wouldn't like the entire nurse x doctor thing in fics because it reminds him too much of his own job and he wants to relax. (To all the doctors and nurses out there, we appreciate you in this household.)
Coffee shop AU? Possible. "And they were roommates?" Maybe. College AU where you both have different majors but come across each other one too many times and have the same friend group but you're intensely awkward around him? YES. (but that's my preference)
Selects you as his first choice!! YEAH and pulls on all the banners cause he literally couldn't care who he gets.
*Cue SSR* "...okay, anyway." *does a 10 pull on the other banner*
Goes to cons only to come home with a thousand less bucks than he started with.
Generally likes your voice, and has a playlist of the songs your voice actor has covered. He's hoping they can cover some of his favourite songs.
You know that one Turning Red scene where the MC is drawing herself and that guy at the store? YEAH. THAT'S HIM.
Except his yume is faceless, and he doesn't post any of it online.
Definitely respects you, even if you're just a character in a game. Also! Has a fan account, but he rarely ever uses it. It's just there to retweet fanart of you + official pictures cause he loves you.
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Prev [Obscuary] [Case Closed]
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crownbeed Ā· 18 hours ago
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Finale!
:readmore: (yo why isn't this working wtf)
high key though, not doing Emmerichs quests results in this thing which is MUCH cooler than the weird Meredith looking statue thing when you do:
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ANYWAYS
-lost emmerich, strife harding and Viper. it sure made the "paying respects to the dead" more emotional than when no one dies.
side note 1: how the hell did my companions make a lyrium dagger that looks the exact same as one that's thousands if not millions of years old?
side note 2: why are there collectibles in the last quest? we can't get much use out of them. stupid
-When Solas is fighting the Dragon i can't help but feel bad for him whenever he whines. its the puppy sound. poor woof woof. :(
(Rook thinks he's mangy and deserves it. which is fair. I just really like animals)
-kind of funny Elgar'nan has both a helm and a crown. can't be comfortable with that horned helmet dangling off ur back the whole time. esp while sitting in Dorian's chair
-yo what's with the black hole when Elgar'nan dies that sucks in the dragon and some tentacles/blight?
-I didn't even get the chance to choose if I wanted to fight solas or not. Now literally everyone is dead. nice. I wonder what they'll do with the Lucanis and Bellara statues Solas left.
in conclusions I feel like more people should have been mad at me throughout. kind of disappointing but not surprising.
I'm going to try to do a playthough of veilguard where I do no side quests. and its gonna be so DIFFICULT
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c-schroed Ā· 10 months ago
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Ah. The Feast of the Rose. That time of the year that gives you the opportunity to get rid of these dashing but annoying duo of devils.
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Usually, the Affectionate Devil and the Quiet Deviless (depicted above) lurk around in your Opportunity Deck once you've reached level 15 of the An Intimate of Devils mini quest. And they will stay in your deck until you sold your soul to one of them, because selling your soul sets An Intimate of Devils to 20, making both the Devil card and the Deviless card vanish. But usually, no other action can bring this quality beyond 17.
An Intimate of Devils is quite a funny lil story, but this is annoying. EXCEPT...
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With Airs of London lower than 26, you can Dance With Devils at the The Feast of the Rose! opportunity card. And one option there allows you to meet your infernal suitor, when you're lucky raising your An Intimate of Devils quality beyond 17 (as presented above by my other character, who was lucky enough to get there after three years, I think).
It takes an awful lot of time to do so, and it's a terrible source of Masquing. But it's quite a satisfying moment when you hit that level 18. And say Godspeed to this infernally clingy duo.
(Edit, 12.02.2024: I replaced the first picture, 'cause I finally had the two Infernal Nuisances together AND a The Feast of the Rose! opportunity card. Just to lovely a combination to not change this.)
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batsplat Ā· 13 days ago
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bat splat thank youuu for saying the pecco jorge rivalry is just for pecco as opposed to having the specter of Vale hanging over it. I want to ask tho, I have been seeing people say the only reason pecco wins the race is because he copies jorge's setup throughout friday/saturday/Sprint. Wanted your opinion on this because I have also heard that Pecco gives decent engineering input and builds his race slowly over the weekend. Was just confused about how much data sharing can actually help, and how much does it help with the ducati specifically!! Have a nice day, love your posts
have a good day too, anon!! and I will gladly spread the pecco narrative independence agenda!! it's something I really do like about the rivalry - expanded a bit in the comments under this, but it's neat to have something that really is Just Pecco's. from inception it's very much his own rivalry, his own narrative... idk, this sport is too reliant on valentino to provide any kind of narrative tension, and it's just sort of refreshing to see this multi-year narrative play out that has fuck all to do with that guy. enough
on the set-up copying, obviously that is bullshit. I mean, to be clear, I'm sure pecco absolutely copies the set-ups of other ducati riders, but that's very much a mutual process - it's something that benefits all the ducati riders, and they've all openly spoken about this. it's very helpful to be able to see the data from seven other riders!! that's a big part of why ducati has been so bloody good!! the main difference is that jorge tends to be faster from the start of the weekend, whereas pecco tends to take time to reach his level. which I suppose makes some people draw the conclusion that pecco is only fast once he's copied someone's set-up. again, this isn't the case - it is just a difference in approaches. points come... well, unfortunately, not just on sunday anymore, but they certainly do not come on a friday. pecco knows this, which is also why sometimes he's not even trying to top an fp1 session - this year there have been quite a few instances of jorge but not pecco throwing on a fresh set of tyres towards the end of fp1 and setting a particularly impressive lap time. there's also nothing wrong with THAT approach, jorge is playing to his strengths, but at a certain point we're just talking different run plans
(there is also a very obvious logical fallacy with this line of reasoning. if you are copying someone's set-up, then by definition you have the same set-up as them. and if you beat someone with the same set-up, then it stands to reason that you were riding better than them. sure, you can argue the success is less earned because your team... idk, just lazed around all weekend, but at the end of the day surely you still cannot be a bad rider if you are getting more out of another rider's set-up than they themselves are able to manage)
and yeah, pecco is known for giving good feedback! just being a good learner in general. here, actually, a little throwback from start of 2019 where pecco's crew chief gabarrini (who also ofc has worked with casey, lorenzo and briefly with marc) compared pecco and marc:
"A driver - all of them do this - starts at a certain level and ends the day at a higher level. What makes the difference is starting again where you were. Few have this quality: it often happens that a driver sets good times - without knowing why, without being aware of how he got there. The 'good' ones, on the other hand, have this characteristic: they achieve a result and know why they did it," explained the chief technician. Gabarrini even goes so far as to compare the MotoGP rookie with the current world champion: "I saw this quality in MƔrquez: I was with him when he made his debut in the MotoGP World Championship. His ability to not forget what he had learned impressed me. Once he had understood an aspect of the riding style, the set-up or any other thing to be faster, he had it in him forever. Pecco also has this quality." "In Valencia we started with a base similar to the one Lorenzo used: on paper it suited Bagnaia, based on what you could understand when you saw him riding a Moto2 bike. From then on, the normal changes to the set-up were made so that he could ride the bike as he liked. In the meantime, Pecco has worked enormously to adapt his style to the Ducati."
and there you have it - pecco's good at progressively getting better at stuff, including over the course of the weekend. as for the set-up copying thing, partly it's just typical competitive paranoia (even though it feels like the fans are currently doing it more than the riders). back in the day, valentino and jorge used to have the world's dumbest arguments about this every other week. led to one of my all time fave messy jb moments:
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god I miss that guy so badly. they don't do ride-or-die like that anymore
the point is that both sides were engaging in pretty silly mudslinging, just kind of for the vibes of it. valentino/jb trying to get under jorge's skin and jorge a bit more earnestly aggrieved. as ever, if you want to read more about how that particular era of jorge/valentino unfolded, see here. this is just to say, this kind of faffing about is a tale as old as time and it's always a bit silly... you had jorge say that it was impossible for them anyway to copy each other's data in the very same answer as he accused valentino of copying his set-up. like, I'm sorry, I am not going to take this seriously. a lot of sports is about having dumb arguments
and yeah, again, pecco does gradually build up his level over the weekend. more of a valentino than a casey, it's fair to say. and that'll hurt him in the sprint format - which I talked about a bit recently while going through casey's latest interview about how sprints are satan's providence:
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so yeah, casey thinks that if anything there isn't enough time to work on set-up, and mat oxley thinks it's rubbish to say pecco relies on sprint data to be better on sunday. (as I said in that post, I do find it fun if unsurprising that casey is so virulently anti-sprints, because you'd think a lot of aspects of the format - including less time for everyone for working on set-ups - really would have suited him. keeping it real.) so on the whole... y'know. maybe he just gets better over the course of the weekend. it's been known to happen. there's actually some pretty significant ways in which the current version of the sport isn't all that pecco-friendly, from the shitty michelin front tyre we're keeping for another year to the sprint format we appear to be stuck with. it's just that he also happens to be on the best bike - and the fact that he's winning a lot but simultaneously isn't highly rated by fans makes people want to believe that the current series is 100% ideal for him
a lot of fans are loathe to admit pecco might actually be a good rider so they'll find basically everything to justify that prior. including getting into increasingly conspiratorial territory. but my actual take is this - if pecco has been gaming the system so expertly that he is somehow the only guy able to take full advantage of everyone else's data, so shrewd and cunning that he can spread magic dust on his bike so that he suddenly leaps ahead of jorge, such a dastardly operator that he can steal the set-up that poor jorge perfected on friday morning to fix his bike five minutes before the sunday race, then... good. I support it. I hope he's cheating. the more unearned the success is, the better in my books. long live corporate espionage and foul play
#that last sentence could be the motto of this blog#but yeah pecco narrative independence from valentino. very dear to me. let there be some new stuff#i actually like being a fan of valentino and marc because it continually gives me the chance to like. test my principles#to check if a lot of the stuff that annoys me in other sports about how The Anointed Ones are treated would still annoy me -#- if i happen to like the anointed ones in a particular sport#and i pass the test with flying colours!! still pisses me off. still think both fanbases are insufferable. still root for underdogs. yay#i think with them at least sometimes the narrative leans into how it's Kind Of Fucked Up#like it's very much 'you're the narrative's favourite but maybe that's not a good thing' right#but i still STILL hate fan spaces that just wank off to how great these guys are OR make every single thing about them#and are insanely sensitive to any suggestion that they might not be the literal centre of the universe#so y'know. points for not being a hypocrite. i hate my own guys' fans too!!#//#brr brr#current tag#batsplat responds#also valentino's more fun about it because he leverages his fans for evil#like in other sports it's very 'well thousands of people booed his opponent but what should he do :(( uwu what a great sportsman'#wheres valentino is actually nasty about it. makes it way less insufferable#- girl who is still extremely obviously not over one specific tennis match. i get valentino because i too hold life long grudges
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bedforddanes75 Ā· 8 months ago
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the bible is FOUR THOUSAND PAGES????????? girl
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slytherinslut0 Ā· 8 days ago
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SLYTHERINSLUT0ā€™S KINKTOBER
fuckfest. the slytherins ā€” groupsome / drunk sex.
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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.
summary: malfoy manor is a great place for drinks, laughs, andā€¦. orgys?
warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUTTTTTT, porn with negative 100 plot, literally just sex and mentions of alcohol, group of uni students that love to consensually gangbang when they have the chance (sorry iā€™m cackling at that), pansy and reader kiss a few times, multiple orgasms from some of the boys, anal sex, fingering, oral.
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Habits are simple, predictable things, slipping into your life without much thought. Some are reckless, some harmless. And some, wellā€”some come with the taste of someone else's lips.
You're not sure when kissing Pansy Parkinson became one of them. What started as a drunken dare, a little more fun than you'd planned for, has now undoubtedly turned into something elseā€”something almost close to ritual. With every night that stretches long, every round of drinks that comes too fast, it's inevitable that your lips will find hers at one point or another, like clockwork.
And a habit is just a habit, but this oneā€”this one you never feel like breaking.
"You ever try body shots with tequila?" Pansy whispers, breath warm against your lips as her smirk hooks you, the same way it always does.
"Plenty of times." You grin back, your mouth barely brushing hers. "What, you want me to lay back for you, Parkinson? Shirt pulled downā€”or off?"
Theo whistles, and Pansy giggles. They've seen this before, watched it unfold in countless variations, yet it's still equally as entertaining every single time.
"Pull it down, take it off, whatever gets me there faster." She's already moving, grabbing lime and salt with hands that are too steady for how much you've all been drinking. "You know I won't complain either way."
You pour her a shot, liquid gold catching the dim light in the room. You feel the weight of every inebriated gaze on youā€”Draco, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, Theoā€”all of them watching, same way they always do when you and Pansy put on a show.
You blink and sheā€™s back in front of you, lime and salt in hand. You feel bold, drunk on the moment as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt, leaning into her kiss only to break it as you pull the fabric over your head. The boys shift around youā€”more whistlesā€”and Pansy's hands find your face, greedy and gentle all at once, barely giving you a moment to toss the shirt aside before she nudges you onto your back.
"You're so fucking hot," she purrs, slinking between you and the boys who are seated around the table, grinning. "Tilt your head, that's itā€”hereā€”"
She nestles the cool shot glass between your tits while sprinkling the salt on your neckā€”then, the lime slice is between your teeth before you can even register it, and now you're staring straight at Blaiseā€”his dark eyes roving over you like a feast, lips parted just enough that you can imagine the feel of them pressed against your own.
Your thighs tense, heat pooling low in your stomach.
"The boys wanted a show," Pansy whispers as she pulls off her own shirt. "They'll get one."
You hum in agreement and she works like she's done this a hundred timesā€” shot glass disappearing between her lips, tossing the tequila back before she sets it asideā€” warm tongue dragging along the line of salt on your skin, moving up to suck juice from the lime between your lips. She meets your eyes for what feels like a split second before the lime is yanked free and her mouth is on yours, lips tasting like tequila and salt and something wildā€”
You close your eyes against the flood of sensationā€”the alcohol, the heat, the spinning of the roomā€”and kiss her back with equal fervour. Her lips crush yours, sloppy and wild, a thousand impulses spinning through your mind and inevitably, you're too weak to fight them, tugging her closer as a result.
Pansy huffs, fingers curling into your hair as she crawls on top of youā€”straddling your hips on top of the table as one hand slips down to your chest. The boys are muttering things that you can't hear as the kiss is frantic now, teeth grazing, tongues tangled, the taste of lime and tequila lingering in each exhale.
"Gods, Pansy," you gasp into her mouth, hands sliding down her waist, digging into the fabric of her skirt. "You're insatiable."
She pulls back just enough to smirk, breathless, her dark eyes glinting. "I could say the same about you, babe."
You feel the tension in her greedy fingers as they curl against your scalp, her weight pressing you down into the table, and suddenlyā€”all the teasing, all the playing at flirting feels too far awayā€”you need her closer, need to take control back, need to feel her beneath you instead of towering over youā€”
"Pansā€”" your hands find her hips, gripping tight as you push against her, trying to flip her onto her backā€”but in your haste, you misjudge the edge of the table and before you can stop her she's tumbling forward, off the side, straight into Draco's lap. "Ohā€”shitā€”"
Everyone gasps, the room pausing for a moment and you're vaguely aware of Blaise's hands clutching your waist, pulling you steady into his lap as you teeter off the table too, the tequila making your head spin. Pansy is sprawled over Draco on the floor, skirt hitched high enough to give the rest of you a perfect view of her assā€”to which everyone in the room is admiring. Shamelessly.
It's a spectacleā€”and the boys have always loved a fucking spectacle.
"Merlin's sakeā€”" Draco grunts as Pansy slumps over him, straddling his waist. You catch the way his hands grip her thighs, fingers flexing like they don't quite know what to do with themselves. "Always the bloody dramatics with you two.ā€
"I'm not even sorry." Pansy grins, unrepentant as ever as she leans into Draco's neck, teasing like nothing's even happened, like she's perfectly content to remain there, straddling his lap. "You make a good seat."
Draco scoffs, and Theo snickers from across the table.
"You're a menace." The words from Draco's lips sound a lot like praise, and something about the way his eyes flutter shut when Pansy's tongue finds the sensitive skin at his throat makes your mouth go dry. "You're alright, though?"
"Fine," she murmurs, though her tone suggests she's thinking of anything but her well-being. "Totally fine." Her fingers brush over his chest, tracing the buttons of his shirt. "Are...are you fine?"
"I'mā€”" his voice catches when her fingers undo the first button. "I'm fine."
"You are," she agrees, voice a little hoarse, as she undoes the second, then the third. "Very, very fine."
Draco's face flushes, and there's a sheepish edge to his smile as his handsā€”almost without thoughtā€”begin to slide higher, fingers trailing under the hem of her skirt, pulling it just a little further up her hips. Her eyes flutter closed for just a second as he settles over the curve of her ass, and there's a spark, a shiver of something between themā€”
Your gaze flicks to Blaise, feeling his presence at your backā€”solid, grounding, the warmth of his chest pressed against you as you lean into him. You don't have to see him to know he's watching, though you find the confirmation anyways, his dark eyes tracing every movement, every shift between the two heated Slytherins on the floor.
When you glance back, you see the boys are all watching, tooā€”Theo, Enzo, Mattheoā€”all glued to the sight, silent in their anticipation.
Pansy grinds down, and Draco's head tips back, eyes closed, hands clinging to her hips, her ass, anywhere he can findā€”
"They don't waste any time, do they?" Blaise murmurs, words a tickle at your pulse, the sound of his voice pulling you back into your own body, your own skin.
You shiver as his fingers trail lightly up your ribs, teasing the edge of your black lace braā€”you tilt your head and you catch Theo's gaze sliding over you, flicking back and forth between Pansy's legs and the way Blaise's hands have begun their slow exploration along your sides. You grin as you meet Enzo's eyes next, his lip pulled between his teeth, fingers tracing the rim of his cupā€”
"You could take notes, Zabini," you murmur, the words catching in your throat as his lips graze your shoulderā€”so close, too close.
"Me? Take notes?" He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear. "I've already got it down to a science, baby.ā€
"Yeah?" You hum, lost in the feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his fingers are edging dangerously close to your breasts. You can feel Mattheo's gaze, burning into you from across the table, but you don't dare look, you'd crack if you did. "You sure about that?"
"Quiz me if you'd like." As if to prove his point, he pushes past the fabric of your bra, long fingers finding a nipple, and your hips twitch of their own accord, a gasp leaving your lips.Ā  "I'll pass any test you give me."
"Cocky." There's a slight edge to your voice as you roll your hips, meeting his heat with your ownā€”just to distract him, of course. "You're gonna' make the others jealous."
"They'll have their fun," his finger toys with the clasp of your bra, now. You feel him undo it. "I want you first."
"Oh," you gasp at the sensation of cool air against bare skin as he yanks it off your arms, exposing your tits to everyone at the table. "Cocky and greedy."
"You'd expect nothing less, baby." He practically growls.
You choke on a moan. "Blaise-"
"That's my name," he's groping, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to make you squeak. "I know you're real familiar with it."
Pansy's moans, soft and breathy, fill the space as Draco works her out of her skirt, mouth moving between her thighs. You clenchā€”seeing themā€”her fingers in his hair, her gasps growing louder and more franticā€”your pulse quickensā€”
"Jealous?" Blaise's taunts, having caught you staring.
You shake your head, butā€”Merlin, how could you not be? You'd give just about anything to relieve the heat between your thighs. To feel the heat of all the eyes watching you right now against your skin. Mattheo, Theo, Enzoā€”
"Not jealous." Even you can hear how breathless you sound. "Just impatient."
"Patience is a virtue," Blaise says, all mock-virtuousness, squeezing your tits again, as if to punish you for being impatient. "One I'm happy to rewardā€”"
Mattheo is the first to snap, shoving the half-empty bottle of alcohol aside and standing up, chair scraping across the floor. Theo considers doing the same, you can tell, eyes still glued to your half-naked body as he drains his cup in one gulp. Your eyes flick to Enzo, who's merely staring, his lip still being bitten to death between his teeth.
Merlin help you.
Mattheo strolls around the tableā€”eyes roaming as he moves, stopping just behind where you sit on Blaise's lap, breath warm on the back of your neck as he murmurs in your earā€”
"I've been patient." You think it's to Blaise. "Where's my reward."
Blaise snorts, and then Theo stands up.
"We've been patient." He's looking at Blaise, lips just starting to grin. "Real, real patient."
Enzo laughs as he rises, tooā€”all three of them forming a loose semi-circle around you and Blaise. You can almost taste the testosteroneā€”hot and eager and hungryā€”as their eyes rake over you.
Blaise tugs you closer, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm feeling outnumbered."
"You're outnumbered," Theo agrees, smirk growing as his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you off Blaise's lap and to your feet. "You're also outvoted. You think we're going to just sit around and watch?"
"Not a chance in hell," Mattheo growls as he moves behind you, calloused hand running up your thigh.
Blaise grunts from where he's still seated, watching you with molten eyes, "you lot are animals, you know that?"
You almost laugh at that, considering he had your bra off in minutes.
"We're justā€”eager." Theo whispers, leaning in just enough to breathe against your neck, kissing a path up your jaw while Mattheo's hands work at undoing your skirt. You're so turned on you're not sure how you're not dripping down your thighs. "I wanted to be inside you three fucking hours ago."
You whimper at his words, the thick air of the room suddenly too much as Mattheo's hands push your skirt down your legs.
"Three hours is generous." Enzo's moving now, but he isn't looking at youā€”his eyes are locked on Pansy as Draco slams into herā€”the two of them locked in a trance. "My head's been filled with filth since this afternoon."
"Filth?" Blaise cocks an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling it now?"
"Filth," Mattheo husks, and his hand comes up to wrap around your throatā€”lips pressed to your ear. "All I've been able to think about for the past week."
Your hips twitch at the pressure against your throatā€”and you moan louder than Pansy. "Godsā€”if one of you doesn't fuck me in the next minuteā€”"
"Told you," Blaise chuckles, watching Mattheo's hand around your throat like a hawk. "Animal."
"Then what?" Mattheo ignores himā€”fingers pressing against your pulse just a little harder as he pulls you flush against him, teeth finding your ear, and you feel Theo's fingers trail down your front, teasing your slit. "What're you gonna do?"
"Fuck," you mutter, breathless, hips jerking toward the touch. "I'll dieā€”"
"Oh, that's not good." Enzo's looking now, circling around to stand on your free side, his gaze traveling from your face, down your body, to where Theo's fingers are centimetres from pushing into your soaked cunt. "Is it our responsibility to prevent that?"
"Probably. It's only the right thing to do." Mattheo's cooes against your neck. "Can't have you dying on us, now can we?"
"Mm. Not the only," Theo murmurs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes a finger inside you. "I can think of a dozen things to do right now."
"A dozen?" Blaise scoffs. You're starting to hate the sound of his teasing fucking tone. "Only a dozen?"
You can't even replyā€”any words you possess are swallowed by another moan as a second, then a third, of Theo's fingers push deep into you. Even his fingers are long, you think. You forgot just how bigā€”
"Merlin, Theoā€”fuckā€”"
"That's the idea," he grins against your lipsā€”you moan again when his fingers curl deep.
"You like that?" Mattheos hands are all over youā€”your tits, your ass, the press of his chest against your bare backā€”and you think that you need to see his face, need to see his eyes. "You need more?"
"Yes." You're not sure if you're speaking to Mattheo, or Theo, or Enzo or Blaise, or all of them. "Yes, pleaseā€”pleaseā€”"
"Oh good," Blaise muses. "She's polite."
"Of course she is," Theo groans as your cunt clenches around his digitsā€”your slick sounds filling the space between you, mingling with the sound of skin smacking from a few feet away. "So good for us."
"Mm," Mattheo adds, teeth scraping over your shoulder, squeezing your ass to make you gasp. "Very."
"A real angel," Enzo purrs, still circling like a fucking shark, eyes flitting over to Pansy and Draco again as her moans grow louder, more insistent. "Especially when she's begging."
It's all too muchā€”Theo's fingers pumping deep, his thumb swirling your clit, the sounds of Draco and Pansy and the feel of hands and lips and intoxicated eyes everywhereā€”
Your head falls back against Mattheoā€™s shoulder. "Oh, pleaseā€”fuckā€”pleaseā€”"
"What're you begging for, Bellissima?" Theo murmurs, drawing your eyes back to his. "Wanna use your words?"
You gasp as his fingers move faster, deeper, as if he's trying to pull the words out of your throat. "Needā€”"
Blaise snickers. "Yes?"
"Need to cumā€”" you cry out, hysterical as Mattheo pinches your nipples, groans against your neck. "Need to beā€”fuckedā€”"
"And I'm the greedy one." That's Blaise again, insufferable as ever.
"We like greedy," Theo grins against your mouth, fingers crooking, and your knees buckle. "Right, boys?"
"We do," Mattheo growls.
"We like it a lot," Enzo agrees, his eyes finally meeting yours. "We love it."
"Then what're you waiting for," you gasp, unable to take much more of the heat building, twisting, every point of contact sending a new wave of need through your body. "Give it to meā€”"
"Give you what?" It's Blaise againā€”God, he's driving you fucking insane tonight. "You gotta be more specific, babygirl."
"Giveā€”ohhā€”" your orgasm is right there. Right. Fucking. There. "Give me your fucking dick, Zabiniā€”fuckā€”you called firstā€”"
"Oh I did, didn't I?" Blaise still hasn't moved from his seat, but you can see the way his trousers are straining. "Guess it's my lucky day."
Theo lets loose a groan, and you can feel his hips jerking in rhythm with his fingers. "Thank Merlin for small favours."
"Lucky for all of us, really." The corner of Blaise's mouth twitches, almost with the suggestion of a smile. "Don't you think, Enzo?"
Before you can even comprehend Enzo's response, Theo curls his fingers just right, thumb rubbing your clit just right, Mattheo groping your chest and kissing your neck just fucking rightā€”and then you're thereā€”climax charging you, release spilling all over Theo's fingersā€”
"Oh, fuckā€”yesyesyesā€”"
You cry out and shudder forward, only being held up by Theo and Mattheos hands, and you're barely back on earth before you feel Blaise's fingers under your thighsā€”urging you back and laying you out across the table as if you're a fucking feast for himā€”
"Patience," Blaise grins down at you, hands finding your thighs, squeezing hard enough to drag you back to reality and realize he's got his trousers undone. "Is really such a virtue."
"Right," you mumble, still breathless as you look up at him. "Too bad I'm fresh out."
Blaise chuckles at that. "I can tell."
Fuck thisā€”
"Blaiseā€”if you don't fuck me right nowā€”" you push up from the table, urging him back into the chair he was sitting in. "I will let everyone else fuck me first and make goddamn sure you watch."
There's a flicker of surprise in Blaise's eyes as he slumps back in the chairā€”Mattheo snorts behind you and for a second you wonder if you may have just gone too farā€”
"Not a chance," he smiles, his words coming out in a growl that's all heat and lust and something just a little dangerous. "We'll have none of that."
And then, he's on his feet again. But this time, when he touches you, itā€™s firm and fast and not at all gentle. He directs you around the table before bending you over it, and you hear someoneā€”Theo, you think?ā€”groan like they're in pain, the sound swallowed by a desperate moan that you know for certain is Pansy's.
Your eyes flutter when you hear itā€”you just don't know where to lookā€”
"No, look up. Up." Blaise's hand is in your hair, forcing you to look up from the table, and you realize where the sound came from. "I want you to watch."
Your head's spinning in a way you're sure is not entirely from the alcohol, and it only intensifies when your eyes focus on the scene just across the roomā€”Draco and Pansy sprawled on the couch, now, Pansy riding him while stroking Enzo's insistent dick, his glossed eyes glued to yours, watching, just watchingā€”
Blaise's hand is still in your hair. "That's it. Watch."
Enzo smiles at you, cheeky and fucking taunting before Pansy tightens her grip while jerking him off and his head tips backā€”
"Gonna' be good for me," Blaise murmurs against your backā€”his tip pressing against your dripping entrance. "Gonna' take it all for me?"
"Yes," you gasp, catching a glimpse of Mattheo and Theo just off to the side of you, sharing a smoke. "Fuck yesā€”"
"That's it, baby. Just relax," he cooes, and then he's pushing into you. "Relax and enjoy itā€”"
There's a sting as he stretches you, and keeps stretching you until he's bottoming out far fucking deeper than you'd rememberedā€”there's a moan from you that gets tangled between your teeth, a gasp from infront you, a moan from someone else, andā€”gods, if Blaise doesn't start movingā€”
"Blaiseā€”oh, fuckā€”"
Blaise gives a low moan as your walls flutter around him, a swear under his breath that's punctuated with a hard squeeze of your hip. "Goodā€”godā€”Merlinā€”"
He pulls out just enough to make you cry out, shamelessā€”and it melds with Pansy's from across the room.
"Shh," Mattheo steps infront of you, blocking your view of Pansy and Draco and Enzo. "Let Blaise feel youā€”"
ā€”and suddenly, Mattheo's hand is on your jaw, forcing your head back, coaxing your eyes to his. His other hand disappears, down past his belt, and you moan againā€”wet walls squeezing Blaise as he slowly starts to rock into you.
"I wanna' fuck your throat," Mattheo murmurs, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. "Badly."
"So needy," your words are a breathless moan, but Mattheo doesn't seem to mindā€”he just grins as he unbuttons his trousers. "Can't even watch for five minutes withoutā€”"
"I know, I can't," he interrupts, and his hand's back at your jaw, gripping hard. "You've got me too fucking hard."
You're about to reply with another smartass comment, but Theo saddles up next to his fellow Slytherin and before you can blink his hand is on the back of your head, tangling in your hair, angling your lips toward Mattheo's now-exposed cockā€”
"Don't worry about the smart mouth," Theo leans down close to you, every intention of cutting off your reply. "We have other uses for it."
You'd probably roll your eyes at the phrase if it wasn't for Mattheo's dick pushing past your teeth and hitting the back of your throat so quick you gagā€” eyes squeezed shut as Blaise bottoms out, again and again.
"That's one of them." he adds with a smirk, watching you choke on his best friends dick.
You can't even think. Every thought that enters your head is immediately replaced with another moan, another sensation, another need, anotherā€”
"Draco! Fuck!" You hear Pansy cry out from the couch.
"Keep going, Pans," Enzo grunts, his voice sounding choked. "Just like that."
"She taking you good, Blaise?" The question comes out in a moan of his ownā€”you think it's Dracoā€”and you wonder idly who's doing what over there now. "Tight as I remember?"
ā€œTight and wet andā€”fuckā€”" Blaise's voice has taken on a new level of strangled, desperate, need that's almost too raw to hear it, andā€” "she'sā€”good. She's good."
"That's it," Draco grunts again, like he's pleased to hear it. "She's anā€”oh, yes, Pansy, fuckā€”"
The noise from the couch is too muchā€”you're not able to think past the fullnessā€”the desperate, overwhelming heat that's consumed you, and that's when you feel a pair of lips at your earā€”
"Does it feel good?" Theo's words are barely louder than a whisper, your gagging sounds almost drowning them out. He grabs your hand, slowly bringing it to his crotch. "Having us like this?"
Your fingers are clumsy, shaky as they wrap around him and try to push his trousers downā€”it's hard to see past the water in your eyes but once you do you're rewarded with a gasp and a low swear under his breath that sounds so damn good you want to hear it a million times more.
"Mmmfff." You moan around Mattheo as Blaise's fingers find your clit, coaxing you towards a high you're not sure you can handleā€”
"That's it," Theo whispers, moving your hand just the way he likes it. His fingers are tangled with yours while his free hand finds your hair again, shoving you closer to Mattheo. "Fuck. That's it."
Everything is spinning and whirling in the best way, the best possible way, and you know you're there, so close, but it's so hard to think, so hard to do anythingā€”whenā€”
"You gonna' cum for us, baby?" Another pair of lips at your ear, not Theo's voice, but Blaise'sā€”ragged with his deep thrusts. "Gonna' cum for us good and hard?"
Your response, which most likely would have been something along the lines of: "yes" or "please" or "gods yes fucking please," is completely smothered by Mattheoā€”his hand at the back of your head alongside Theo's, fingers tangled in your hair, cockhead slamming the back of your throat over and over and overā€”
"Then do it," Blaise knows your answer anyways. His fingers rub quicker, his hips piston faster. "Now."
And it's in this moment where you lose yourself completelyā€”the world narrows down to your body, every sensation flooding through you, and the fucking soundsā€”Pansy's moans, Theo's groans, Blaise's pants, Mattheo's swearing, Draco's whimpers and Enzo's fucking gruntingā€”where you can't do a goddamn thing to stop it, not that you even wanted to. You do what Blaise told you, cumming so hard you see stars behind your eyes, and for one blissful, everlasting secondā€”you feel nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure, until it all comes rushing back with force.
You think you hear Theo say "good girl" as your body tensesā€”shaking, trembling, clenching around Blaise so hard his pace falters and his hips slow and his thrusts turn erraticā€”and then you feel itā€”the result of his pent up passion as he slows to to an absolute standstillā€”spilling his cum deep into your cunt while he shudders against you, gasping out a curse that might have been your name.
"Oh, fuck," he groans, slowlyā€”carefullyā€”and you feel him pull out of you just as Mattheo moans, hands tightening in your hair, spilling his own release down your throat. "Oh, sweet Merlin."
It takes a moment for reality to filter back in, and you try to catch your breath in a way that's probably not very dignified. You're not quite sure what to do with yourselfā€”and quite frankly, you're not given the chance to figure it out as Mattheo pulls out too and Theo slips up behind youā€”
"Come here, Bella," he murmurs, his lips at your ear againā€”he sounds like he's trying to catch his breath, too. Through the fog you remember that at one point you were jerking him offā€”and you feel the confirmation of his need still hard against your ass as he pulls you up against him. "There we go. Easy now."
You try to speakā€”you're not sure what you would even sayā€”but your voice is as shaky as the rest of you, and all that comes out is a soft moan.
"She'sā€”" Blaise's still trying to steady his breath as he slumps into his prior chair, trousers still half undone. "ā€”she's on mars."
"I've a feeling we all are," Theo mutters, holding you against him. His fingers skim down your stomach, almost like he's mapping out the aftershocks. "Some more than others."
You can almost feel the way his eyes flick across the room with thatā€”noting the way Draco's splayed out on the couch next to Pansy who's now riding Enzo and jerking a still half-hard Mattheoā€”
"Oh, relax," Draco scoffs, eyes shut and head tipped toward the ceiling. "I'll rejoin the land of the living in a moment."
"Sure, Draco," Mattheo huffs, and you can practically hear the roll of his eyes from here. "We'll be here when you do."
"Mmā€”fuck, Pansyā€”"
Enzo's moan cuts through their bantering and it's at that moment where Theo finally decides he's waited long enoughā€”he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the table, directing you to the couch where he slumps down and drags you into his lap, your thighs on either side of hisā€”throbbing, leaking cock pressing against your cum soaked cunt.
You moan, and Pansy moans beside you.
"I think," Theo murmurs into your neck, his words as thick and as needy as his hardness, "I could get used to this."
"S'that right?" You try to keep your words cool, to be as unaffected as you'd like, butā€”there's no hiding the way your breath hitches, the way you move your hips just the slightest in his lap. "I can't say the same about your size."
"Take me at your own pace." He husks, a smirk you're sure is attached to the words. "I'm halfway there already from that handjob."
You'd laugh at that if you weren't still so breathless and shaky from before, so instead the laugh comes out as a needy moan as you slide forward, shifting in his lap until you feel his tip brush up against your already sensitive clitā€”
"Gods," you breathe out the word, bracing your hands on his shoulders. "Such a gentleman."
"Always," he replies, completely sincere just before his hands grab your hips and in one quick motionā€”he's guiding you down onto him. "Always for you."
You'd replyā€”you'd probably even say something that might be sweet, if you could, if the rest of the world didn't fade into a sort of pleasurable blankness as you sink downā€”down until the moan that leaves you is so unbridled that it should have been embarrassing if the whole fucking lot of you weren't so far passed embarrassmentā€”because just the head of him is so thick and you're suddenly thankful Blaise stretched you out so deliciously because otherwise you think it'd be too much, too quick andā€”fuck.
You're still sensitive, and you know he can tellā€”
"Oh, she's tight." Theo's voice is low in your ear, his lips tracing your jawline. "Too much?"
"Never," you gasp out, offering some weak shake of your head. "Never too much."
He grins against your pulse, teeth scraping across your skinā€”
"Good."
He punctuates the word by sinking you down a bit more, the stretch of his shaft drawing out a moan from deep in your chestā€”
"And when it is?"
ā€”he pauses, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you up slightly before sliding you back downā€”
"Tell me."
You're only half able to form the thought at this pointā€”the other half of you is so preoccupied with the feeling of his hands holding you, his lips against your skin, his voice in your earā€”you nod, anyway, and there's another moan from somewhere in the roomā€”Enzo again, and it's more of a whimper than anything else.
"Thatā€™s it, Pansy, so goodā€”"
"Feels good, Enzy?" Her response comes through gasps. "You like it like that?"
Blaise answers for them bothā€”you catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, slumped back in his chair with a new drink in hand. "Keep that up and he'll never leave that couch again."
"He's not the only one." Theo's words vibrate through you, and while you're not sure if it's the meaning behind them or the way they're sent deep into your neck with a hint of teeth, either way you have to swallow a moan before you can respond.
"Is that so?" You reply, doing your goddamn best to keep your voice steady as Theo's hips roll up into you again.
"It is so," he murmurs. "You think you can handle staying on this couch all summer?"
Summer. Hardly a week away. You think of the days and nights you're going to spend in this manor, in this roomā€”in this room on this fucking couchā€”
His hands slip to your ass, guiding you up and down. "You think you could last another hour?"
"Mmm," you manage to get the sound out before he rolls up again, the perfect angle to hit that sensitive spot somewhere deep inside you and that's all you have to say before all other higher level thinking goes out the window. "Oh, Theo, youā€™re fucking deepā€”"
"I know," he replies, his breath harsh against your throat, his words lost between the moans you can't seem to keep from slipping out. "I know, bella, I knowā€”"
Cocky bastard.
You lean down, pulling his head against your chest with hands in his hair and he follows. You'd think he'd try to pull back, just to say something witty with a smirk on his faceā€”but instead he groans, his tongue flicking over your nipple and that's when you hear Mattheo grunt from somewhere beside youā€”
"Fuck me." His voice comes out as a gasp that he's struggling to keep from sounding strangled. Pansy's still lazily stroking him, multitasking while riding Enzo. "I'm so fucking hard again."
If you could manage a proper response, you might have said that was the ideaā€”you'd probably have said something very clever about how you wouldn't mind letting him down your throat again.
You can still think, but the thought is a struggle, so all you manage is a breathlessā€”
"Mattā€”ā€œ
"Mmm?" Hardly a humā€”and for some reason it's so much more attractive than it probably should be. "Yes, princess?"
The way you shiver at the pet name is something you're going to have to examine at some pointā€”not now, though, because if you have to put any more thought into any single thing you're going to explode.
"Youā€”youā€”"
Theo interrupts before you can finish the sentence. "Fuck her, Riddle."
If Mattheo's surprise at Theo's apparent order is evident, it's masked by the moan he lets out as Pansy does something that must have felt especially good.
"I, fuckā€”I already fucked her throat, Nott. If you'd finish gatekeeping herā€”"
"She's got another hole, Riddle," Theo replies, with that self-assured tone that's too goddamn cocky to be legal and you wonder absently if he knows what it does to you as he gives a sharp, deliberate roll of his hips. "She can handle it, can't you, bella?"
You try to moan out an answerā€”you're sure there's a sound thereā€”anything to let him know that yes, you not only can but that you're not sure there's anything you'd rather doā€”yet the words die before you can get them out as Mattheo is already movingā€”rough hands finding your ass, spreading your cheeks as he leans down to press a kiss to the dimples on your lower back. The sensation catches you off guard but you don't have time to think about that before you feel something wetā€”his saliva, you thinkā€”slick between your cheeks and then his fingers are there, rubbing and massaging against your tight holeā€”
And then, he's pressing a finger into you. "Ohā€”"
You're not even sure if your gasp is a reaction to Theo's movement or Mattheo'sā€”all you know is that for a moment it all just combines into a whirlwind that seems to just drown all the oxygen out of your lungs completelyā€”
"I know," Theo's breath is as laboured and rough as yoursā€”the rumble of his words vibrating against your chest, your collarbone. "God, I knowā€”"
"Jesus," another moan, strangled and needy, and it's not from you or Theo or even Enzoā€”it's from Mattheo. "Oh, this ass is tightā€”"
That's not something you're going to be able to get overā€”hearing that coming from him. "Oh fuck, Mattā€”"
"Mmm?" There's a smile in his voiceā€”and you'd see it on his face if you were facing him, if all of his focus weren't so decidedly somewhere else. "You want me to fuck this perfect ass, donā€™t you?"
With that he pushes another finger into you while Theo wraps his arms around your waist to hold you steady to his chest. His hips cant up into you, and you swear you're on fireā€”Mattheo chuckles.
The sensation is so much youā€™re crying out again, his teasing turning infuriating. "You're a goddamnā€”ahā€”bastardā€”"
"Maybe so," he replies, with a smack to one of your asscheeks. "But a bastard that's going toā€”"
He stretches you out, pumping and scissoring slow, just as deliberate as everything else he doesā€”and the moan you let out is enough to drown out whatever witty, dirty words you're sure he was going to follow that withā€”
"Fuckā€”fuck," the word is all you can manage as you brace your hands against Theo's shoulders, nails digging into his skinā€” "oh, fuckā€”"
Mattheo groans against your back and you swear it's intentional because he has to know what all of this is doing to youā€”what it's doing to Theo by association.
"Fuck, she likes thatā€”" Theo's gasp hits you like a punch in the gut. "I should haveā€”"
It's like there's a whole sentence, some snarky, perfectly articulate statement he had in mind, but whatever words it was comprised of are lost in the way he shiversā€”in the way his hips jerk more erratically due to how tight you're squeezing himā€”due to the way your walls spasm as Mattheos fingers keep pumping, stretchingā€”
"Should have what?" It's a miracle you manage the words, and you're feeling particularly proud about the way it's more of a challenge than a question, even if it's half mumbled.
Whatever it is, he can't say it, and whatever retort you had for that is interrupted by the sound of a gruntā€”Enzo. His face is screwed up in pleasure, his breath is coming in ragged, uneven pants and there's a look in his eyes that looks distinctly broken.
Mattheo groans and pulls his fingers free. You feel the tip of his dick replacing them. "Canā€™t fucking wait any longer."
Enzo's eyes meet yours, then, and they're absolutely wrecked. "I'm going toā€”"
Pansy grins and moans out her reply. "Yeah, you are."
There's little else you can sayā€”not that you'd have the words even if you weren't as lost as the rest of them. You just have a flash of thought about how you've never seen Enzo look like that before, open and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of whatever bliss he's riding right now, but then there's another feral moan escaping your lipsā€”
"Oh, Gods, Mattheo!ā€”"
Theo groans into your neck as Mattheo presses in and it takes merely two seconds before your eyes roll backā€”the way he sinks into your ass is a level of fullness you weren't sure you could reach, and even that's a thought that's too complex for you to process as your head drops, forehead pressed to Theo's shoulder.
There's a hiss from his lips, another muttered curse that you half catch as he bites at your collarbone, his hands moving back to squeeze your hipsā€”
"Fuck, yes," Mattheo's voice sounds more strained than you've ever heard it. "Jesus Christ, that feels goodā€”"
"Don't think the saviour would like you taking his name in vain," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room. "Not in this scenario at least."
No, he wouldn't, you think, but there's no way you've got the wherewithal to speak nowā€”any focus you had is lost now that you're impaled on not one, but two cocks and it's like your entire nervous system's been turned over to the sensation of being so fucking full, so surroundedā€”of not being able to do anything except try to remember how to breathe.
It's not working very well.
"Mm," Theo's moans, fucking up into you nice and slow. "I think he'd understand."
"I think that's a rather blasphemous stance to take," Blaise replies. "Then again, given the scenario, perhaps that's not the most shocking revelation I've had of you all today."
"Blaise," Enzo groans, his tone somewhere between pleading and demanding. "Are you really going to try and have a conversation right now?"
"Just making an observation," Blaise says casually, and you swear that part of your brain that still functions can see the smirk plastered on his face in your mind. "Merely commenting about the depravity on display."
"Your commentary is duly noted," Mattheo breathes, his words punctuated by a low moan as he smacks your ass. "And dismissed."
There's a grumble of agreement through the room at that, including one from you, but all your words come out as a gaspā€”
Theo loves you like this. You can tell he's fucking savouring it. "That's it, bella. You don't need to do more than that."
Part of you wants to protest the statement, wants to argue that you have it in you to contribute more, but no matter how hard you tryā€”and you do tryā€”all that comes out around the moans is an inarticulate mess.
"Yeah, that's it," Mattheo groans, and you'd be embarrassed about how utterly ruined by all of this you are if you could focus on anything other than the two dicks pumping you in rhythm. "Just let me and Nott take care of yourā€”mmfā€”tight fuckin' holes."
There's a whine that worms its way out of your chest and through your lips at that, and you don't know what it's begging forā€”just that it's begging, and all your mind cares about right now is that Theo and Mattheo understand that.
Theo's response is a moan of his own and a hand finding the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around your hair. "So fucking wetā€”tightā€”"
"And taking us so goddamn well," Mattheo adds as one of his hands grab your ass again, spreading you open. "Fucking hellā€”I'm so closeā€”"
"So are we," Theo responds for you, and the words are harsh and desperate and make your whole body shudder. "Soā€”ahā€”so are weā€”"
The realization that he can feel how close you are makes you clenchā€”walls fluttering around the both of them as they fuck you temperedā€”itā€™s only a few more seconds before you're seeing stars so bright you hardly register the sounds of Enzo and Pansy reaching their climaxes next to youā€”the feeling of Pansy crashing her lips to yours as she cums and moans into your mouth propelling you further over the edge, into your own ecstasyā€”
And if there were a way to describe it, you're sure you'd think of it later, but right now it's all just fire and lightningā€”pleasure wracking your body until you're certain you're not going to come down for hours. You can't really hear anythingā€”just the rushing of your own blood pulsing in your earsā€”but as it starts to subside, your vision returns and the sound followsā€”your lips still pressed to Pansy's as Theo moans underneath you, spilling his release into your cunt while Mattheo is still thrusting slowā€”
"Oh my god," you gasp as you break the kiss, all of you breathing so hard you're sure it's going to take a while for the oxygen levels in the room to return to normal. "Oh my god, oh my godā€”"
"Mmm," is about all Theo seems to be capable of currently.
Itā€™s a rare thing for him to be rendered speechlessā€”and you'd grin at the knowledge if it weren't for Mattheo still thrusting deep in your assā€”leaving Theo trapped inside your cunt, his length still twitching and throbbing within your walls.
"Still with us, princess?" Mattheo's chuckle is somewhat strangled, and the hand he's not gripping your ass with finds your hair again, tugging your head back to expose your neck. "You aren't done already, are you?"
If he expectsā€”or even wantsā€”an actual answer to that question, he's going to be very disappointed because all you can manage is a strangled half-moan that's a decent representation to how you're feeling right nowā€”
"I think she's lost her words," Mattheo murmursā€”and then it's like he realizes something. "Maybe we should test that."
"Whaā€”"
It's not a proper word, but you don't even have the chance to fully get it out before his hand in your hair is pulling your head back even further and you realize that at some point Pansy had gotten off of Enzo and he's now kneeling on the couch in front of you with his cum covered cock aimed directly at your lipsā€”
"Clean me off."
It's another demand you'd probably be inclined to respond to with a snarky reply if you were at all confident in your ability to do anything other than open your mouth and let him press the tip to your tongueā€”
"Good girl," Enzo says, and the praise is delivered with that voice that sounds like it came from some dark place inside him, the one that's only ever really appeared in the privacy of these walls and with this group of people. "Taste your bestfriend on me, hm? You like that?"
It's a question you'd probably deny a few months ago, but that's not the case anymoreā€”and you know that the answer would be obvious regardless, given how you've just proven you're more than happy to share them with her. So instead you give an answer that's a better representation of how you feel without having to admit it, and it only comes out as a hum of agreement as you taste her.
"I know you do," Enzo replies, and he's got that same smirk he usually has when he's got the upper hand, the one that usually makes you feel at least mildly put outā€”now it just makes you shiver. "Little slut."
Theo, who's still trapped underneath you and still half hard inside you, moans at that.
"Mmmm-" yes, you want to say, but you can't and the noise you manage instead, around the taste of your bestfriend on your tongue, comes out more like a whimper that has absolutely no business doing as much to you as it does.
Mattheo growls with a deep thrust into your ass, and the whimper turns into a whine as Pansy moves closer to you.
"You look pretty," she murmurs, her mouth pressed against your hair as Enzo pushes his dick deeper down your throat. "You look so fucking pretty right now."
There's something about that, the way her voice caresses the words, that makes something warm rush through you, wrapping around the bliss and squeezing until you're almost overwhelmed again.
Your eyes water, as you gag. "Mmghā€”"
"Mhmm," her lips move down your cheek, next to your mouth where Enzo is still slowly fucking it, and it's like the action is deliberateā€”a way to show, without saying it outright, just how wrecked you are. "And you say I'm insatiable."
That's fair, because right now you're fairly certain you've never wanted something to continue forever quite as much as you do this, regardless of the fact that you know it's not practical.
"Ah, fuckā€”" Mattheo grunts with a messy thrust. ā€œOh, fuckā€”"
He's not the most loquacious person in the world but even he is having a hard time getting words outā€”and you're not much better, with the only sounds you're capable of making completely indecipherable even for you, let alone the rest of the room.
"Fuckā€”" with a final curse, he spills his release deep into your ass and Theo groans from under you as you clench as a result. "ā€”yes."
The feeling of him twitching and spilling inside you makes you moan around Enzo, and he groans tooā€”one hand tangled in your hair and the other tangled in Pansy's to keep her closeā€”
"Mm, yes," Enzo moans now, jerking his hips toward your face. "Feels goodā€”so goodā€”ā€œ
ā€”and close is an apt word because they're all close to you, all surrounding youā€”even Blaise and Draco's exhausted presence are felt in the background.
"I'm pretty sure she's gonna be sore for days after this," Pansy says, the words whispered. "I hope you all knowā€”"
"I think she'll be thanking us for that," Theo replies before anyone else can. "In a day or two at least."
Pansy giggles, a sound that's soft and familiar and comforting even in this current state of being surrounded and overwhelmed, and her cheek brushes up against yours as the two of you peer up at Enzoā€”
"You're probably right." She whispers.
Enzo grunts, pulling his cock from your mouth and offering it to Pansy who greedily takes it in her ownā€”
"Selfless generosity," Theo murmurs from directly under your chin having just witnessed that, and his tone suggests he's got his signature smirk in place. "How noble of us."
"Very selfless," Blaise says, from somewhere in the room againā€”and even as you're lost in pleasure you know that statement borders on sarcastic. "Absolutely nothing in it for any of you."
"Nothing at all," Theo replies, the same amount of sarcasm in his voice as Blaise's. "It's all self-sacrifice."
"Mm," Mattheo murmurs against your shoulder, before he pushes himself off you and finally pulls out. "Not even a shred of personal satisfaction."
You're still collapsed on top of Theo, as boneless as a human being can be, and a quiet whine escapes your lips at the loss before you can stop it.
"See," Theo murmurs, a hand coming up to run through your hair. "We've practically made a martyr of ourselves here. Selflessness at its finest."
"So humble," Blaise says, and you swear you hear the eyeroll that's almost certainly included. "I think this calls for medals and a parade through the streets. A holiday, maybe. Selfless Slytherin Day."
Enzo huffsā€”you can tell he's considering telling Blaise to shut up before he ruins his orgasm but as Pansy drags her tongue along the underside of his shaft, he seems to forget about itā€”
"Absolutely," Mattheo saysā€”and if you had the strength to lift your head and look at him there'd likely be a smug smirk on his face. "I'd volunteer to be parade marshall, personally."
Enzo pulls out of Pansy's mouth with a gaspā€”and it's all but two seconds before he sprays sticky jets of cum all over your face and hers, his head tipping back as he doesā€”
"I'm sure you would," Blaise says dryly, his voice coming from closer now than before. "I'm sure you would also volunteer to accept the medal, and then offer a speech about how humble you are."
"Mhm,ā€ Mattheo sounds unbothered. You know he is. "Obviously. Someone's got to make sure the truth is told."
Pansy giggles against your face, then, before her tongue drags across your cheek, collecting some of Enzo's release. "Well, it's no good if you all are going to keep doing a poor job at the selflessness part.ā€
"I think we're well past the point of pretending we're doing this selflessly," Theo mutters dryly as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "If we were capable of that level of pretending, we'd all be in Ravenclaw."
Your hands find Pansy's hair, holding her close to you as you lick Enzo's cum off her chin and jaw.
"You're welcome to switch houses if you'd like," Blaise responds dryly. "Some of us were sorted to our houses for reasons other than self-satisfactionā€”"
"Oh, shove it, Zabini," Enzo says as his breath comes back. "You're acting like a bloody dad."
Blaise opens his mouth, presumably to offer some kind of sharp retort, but before they have a chance, Pansy cuts in. "If you're all quite finished with the pissing contestā€”ā€œ
"We've been done for minutes," Theo replies quickly, hand now stroking through your hair. "Now we're just bickering for the sake of it, as usual."
"Which means we've got at least another half an hour to go," Blaise muttersā€”before apparently giving up all attempt at sounding cool and collected and flopping down on the nearest open section of sofa.
"At least," Mattheo agrees. "Maybe an hour, if we're lucky."
Next to you, Enzo grunts out a laugh as he starts trying to fix himself back to modesty. "Lucky is one word for itā€”"
"I think lucky is an excellent term for the current state of things," Theo replies, his voice all smooth and silky and perfectly at fucking ease. "In fact, I'd be hard pressed to think of anything more lucky than getting to experience this."
Everyone is in agreement, at that.
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how to choose a pile . . . choose whichever you feel drawn to or ask your guides to guide your eyes to the one that is meant for you! į”£š­©
ā€” ā­‘.įŸ this is for diversity reasons, if you donā€™t want to, donā€™t read it, if you want to, go for it. this will be covering what they like about your body and what they fantasise of it. ā€˜theyā€™ meaning your special person. not proof read.
š‘š” If you are under 18 years old donā€™t read this. This is made for consenting adults. If you think you are grown enough, no you are not.
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pile one : - high heels !
š™š : five of cups, page of pentacles, five of swords, three of swords, two of cups reversed
bottom of the deck: six of swords
ā™” ā¢·what will they like about your body
Every single little thing, there is nothing that they donā€™t like about you. Which can, yes, be annoying to hear, because this isnā€™t what you were curious of, but these feelings are sincere. They come from the bottom of the heart.
Your special person looks at you as the star, as this very perfect person, the most beautiful of all. They find your looks dreamy and even the tiniest of folds and details are beautiful about them. The beauty of ancient statues, if you struggle understanding the concept of it.
Itā€™s the feeling of ā€œthis is actually a real body with a lot of things to tell, not just one that was worked for years to hide things about it.ā€
Some of you might take an offence to that, thinking ā€œbut that means my body is just ugly!ā€.. I am here to say thatā€™s not true, you are just delusional. Real bodies donā€™t look like the ones on the internet that are photoshopped to the max - yes, even in videos -, they just look real. With spots, blemishes, veins, details, stretch marks, beauty spots and a thousand other things. Your body is very much real, which makes you soooo sexy in your personā€™s eyes. All the little things about it.
Matter of fact, your special person LOOOOVES your stomach so much, like omg. They might like to hold it, or just rest their body on it while cuddling you or literally sleeping with you while spooning. You might think to yourself, ā€˜oh, but my stomach isnā€™t flatā€™, duh, thatā€™s the sexy bit about it. - Even if your stomach is flat that is okay bby, that bit was meant for somebody else. -
Think about it, no statue of Aphrodite has a flat stomach.
Aside from that, your chest is so loved. Idgaf if you are a woman, man, flat chested or not this mf - whoever they might be - wants to suck on it, and if they are given the chance they will show that too! šŸ«µšŸ» Seriously, if you are asking about a guy, - or a masculine girl -, they wanna just put their face right to your chest and get to work. If you have a bigger chest, just rub their face their, and if itā€™s flat then tease you so you make noises for them. - Whines, to be specific. - If you have birth mark or any sort of mark on your chest, they also want to kiss it there, they love it.
Itā€™s not that their energy is objectifying, they are just crazy about you. Like your body gets them all to be like those old cartoons where the guy gets heart eyes and they almost fall out as they stare at the pretty lady that just walked by.. tongue out and all. - Think of Bugs Bunny from Looney Tunes or Tom from Tom & Jerry when they meet a pretty girl and you might understand better like that. -
Now, speaking about tongues. They think that your private part has such a pretty shade to it. - Or like.. would, if they saw it. - This obviously varies person to person but the main things that are coming through are pinkish & light brown? Like itā€™s just a nice shade of brown. - yes, even if you are a person of colour.. this will be unique to everybody, but the point is the same. - Also the texture if your skin could also be something they like? Because thatā€™s unique from person to person as well! So they will definitely love what they will be able to feel, you know. Tongues come here because as soon as they saw you wet/hard combined with those factors they just wanna give you head. Like they are needy for you!
They also, really, really like your ass a lot. Slapping it, grabbing it during the act itself.. whatever you let them do, they will do it. You might as well catch them staring from time to time too. - This is regardless of gender, if you are a guy asking about a girl this still appliesā€¦ or a girl asking about a girl.. whatever you are into guys. Your ass is just a 10/10 for them. -
ā™” ā¢·their fantasies about your body
You might have had some experiences in the past that made you very insecure. In your body, and how people perceive you. I will not be going too much into it because the severity of this depends from reader to reader. It rages from comments - irl & online -, to bullying, all the way down to abuse. That is your business and I am not going to dive into it.
However, their fantasies revolve around helping you escape feeling stuck from these feelings and emotions that are awakened in you when it comes to sexuality. They understand that itā€™s from things that you have went through in life but they still wish to help you overcome these negative emotions by loving you right, treating you right and giving you the whole world, their all.
Even then, you might be the sort of person who wants to do it with the lights off or distracted your partner before things get too far because you are genuinely scared of intimacy and the level of tension such a deep bond comes with. In your head it could be nothing but all sort of negative things, barely anything good coming out of it. At times, you might even feel ashamed. It doesnā€™t have to be this way. This is what they want to show you by treating you correctly.
You escaping this turmoil of ā€˜itā€™s wrong, but I want to like itā€™s and the pain that comes along with it is what their biggest fantasy is. They hate to see you suffer through things even if you hate that they care at times. Nothing in this world will make them stop caring about you, at all, even if you believe otherwise. Their love isnā€™t fragile, rather opposite, itā€™s quite strong.
They dream of loving you tenderly, holding you, going slow and kissing your tears away as they hold your hand.
They dream of taking care of you, treating you with the utmost respect. Never ever would they do anything to purposefully scare you or make you uncomfortable.
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ā€” āœ®ā‹†Ė™ ā€˜my typeā€™ , billie eilish , ā€˜and i see her, at the back of my mindā€™ , pink & flowers ? , demisexual , waiting til marriage , not a huge fan of kinky stuff but rather just wanna make love , (door) bells , bookshop , sage green , piercings , something for beauty being done to the eyes - contacts, lashes, eyeshadow ect - , stiletto nails , shibuya
My pile one do not forget that you are beautiful and nothing in this world will change this fact! your person is so sweet, their energy is very gently even though you might not think so. they would neverrr do anything without your permission. thank you for reading.
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pile two : - font !
š™š : six of swords, queen of pentacles reversed, seven of pentacles reversed, nine of cups, wheel of fortune reversed, the devil reversed, the lovers reversed
bottom of the deck: the emperor
ā™” ā¢·what will they like about your body
I would like to start out with saying that this is a toxic pile, at the very least sexually mean. There is no feeling of being in love or having strong emotional connection/needs here, so even if you have a crush they might feel a sexual attraction towards you but not romantic one.. or they possibly view sexual attraction and romance as two different things and donā€™t think of the other while doing one of them. - meaning even if they have a crush, they wonā€™t be romantic during sex. - I will still channel for this pile but this has been your warning and disclaimer. If you are not comfortable reading about something like that, do not. Itā€™s alright to not read this.
Now, if you decided to continue reading I will need you to stay with me on this one, this person is a whole mess.
I also want to say that if you have a bdsm kink this person does too, and if you donā€™t they do not either but are simply sadistic/masochistic or just had heavy uncomfortable experiences in the past that altered their preferences, fantasies and such. Such a rare but specific distinction but everybodyā€™s guides urged me to say this.
To actually get into it, they like your chest, the shape of your body and your private eras. The shape of it, the size of it and everything that is unique about it. Not even a little bit, but a lot. They want to tie you up, not necessarily do anything but stare at you while admiring you. They want to tie you up in such a specific way too, in a way your legs and arms are spread out so they can see everything.
This inactivity is on purpose, either to piss you off or make you scared. Your face is so hot to them. Like your expressions for sure get them hard/wet, but like.. your face in general, they love it.
I will list what they like about it as well. Letā€™s start with your eyes.. pretty eyelashes, colours, gaze and so on.. but thatā€™s absolutely not what turns them on at all. Itā€™s the fact that they are a little bit messed up. There is so many eye conditions in this world, but this is specific for those people who have a bit harder time seeing. If you squint your eyes while trying to read something? Sexy as fact. You walk into something by accident? Sexy as fuck. I am sure the Lord does, but I donā€™t understand why they feel this way. There is a reason, they are just not sharing it with me. Also, even if thatā€™s not your eye condition.. donā€™t think you are an exception, that ā€˜it might not be for youā€™. It does, you are so cute it turns them on. Especially when you look up at them. They are horny for you. If you have eyebags that just adds to it even more. - I also donā€™t mean to be belittling, I, myself, wear glasses. Your person is just a little crazy, I am so sorry I donā€™t know how to say that in a more kind manner. -
Moving on, your nose. There is something unique about it. A beauty spot, a birth mark, the shape of it.. you know your face better than I do, whatever you know is unique is about it they love it. Even if you think they donā€™t. - thatā€™s especially for the bigger nose ppl! donā€™t belittle your beauty. -
Your lip shape, they think itā€™s so kissable. I am so serious, they look at it as ā€˜so plumpā€™ and they ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½want to devour itā€™. - donā€™t clock it, these arenā€™t my words. - Now, if you are a girl you decide if this means your face or other lips. šŸ©· Itā€™s both.
And we are not done yet, nu uh. šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļøā˜šŸ» Your teeth, your beauty spots, your eye colour in the sun, your resting face, your expression when you are annoyed, your red eyes ā€˜n nose ā€˜n cheeks after you cried.. is there anything they donā€™t like about your face? No. If you let them they will cum on it too.
Your thighs are something they loveeeee too. I for real hope that you are into bites and hickeys because this person wants to leave their mark on you. Whether or not this is only for them to see or if itā€™s visible to anyoneā€¦ they donā€™t gaf, they just want to know that their mark is there, on you. No one elseā€™s, just theirs. Jealous, jealous person. Hella possessive too. ā€˜Only mineā€™ sort of thing.
They also like your stomach, especially if itā€™s more toned. Like donā€™t get them wrong, they donā€™t care if your stomach changes. Matter of fact they want to impregnate you. - Not that they are ready for a baby, they are just kinky as hell. -
ā™” ā¢·their fantasies about your body
This is another warning and disclaimer. If you find heavier, darker fantasies and topics uncomfortable donā€™t read this. This is especially true if you have had negative sexual experiences or if you have traumas that are easily triggered. I am not playing with you. You might hate this.
Menace to society. Like these are only fantasies, and they wonā€™t really act out on each and every single one but when channeling the energy I got a bit perplexed.
First and foremost, they want you to submit to them, completely. No ifs, no buts, no nothing. Just submitting to them. Letā€™s go through their fantasies one by one..
I believe this is the most simple and common one. This isnā€™t necessarily something harmful but it does depend on your view of life and the value you put into such things. Itā€™s completely ok to disagree with me on this one. - Notice how I am saying ā€˜least harmfulā€™ and not ā€˜not harmful at allā€™. -
Their most harmless fantasy is you getting over someone, possibly out of a relationship, moving on and still sad with the what happened as you were mistreated. They want to ā€˜healā€™ you with sexual connections. Now, what exactly this is varies person to person. For some of you this is making love, for others itā€™s having sex and for other people itā€™s straight up f#cking and messing around. - Crazy to write it out like that, but these are all different things. - They just wanna be ā€˜the one to heal you.ā€™ Whatever that may mean to them.
For this next one, some of you reading this might like the idea of this fantasy because you wonā€™t fully grasp the idea of it due to being inexperienced but thatā€™s alright, I will do my best to explain to you.
This fantasy revolves around spoiling you, giving you everything you want and pampering you any chance he gets. With attention, words, gifts, necessities, physical touch and in sexual needs. Anything you can think of. The twist in this fantasy is you not being able to do any of this by yourself because no matter how hard you would try you would simply just fail. I am not saying thatā€™s the truth, I am saying thatā€™s their fantasy. Pampering you because you need to completely rely on them, having no other choice. Being obsessed even though you are in an unfortunate situation or might even desire freedom sometimes. Itā€™s like this hopelessness that you have alone, almost as if you need them to be fulfilled in life. That no one else can give this to you, not even yourself.
I donā€™t think they have a slave kink, but it borders it. This is because they sometimes fantasies about you doing xyz in exchange for these things, like housework and so on.. but in a sinister way, not in a ā€˜my lovely stay at home wife/husband/partnerā€™ kinda way. Not a ā€˜sugar daddy/mommyā€™ kind of way either. Imma be honest and just say I did not see enough things in my life to understand what exactly is going on, but I know for sure that they love power dynamics and want to be the one thatā€™s on top. Figuratively and literally too.
For this one, if you ignored my first warning but you still read and happen to have trauma about physical abuse or domestic violence donā€™t read what I am about to channel next. Literally donā€™t. Ignorance is bliss.
We have entered level 10000000x of f*cked up. Their most messed up fantasy is them abusing you, to the point of you having bruises and feeling emotionally defeated. Thatā€™s not what turns them on. Itā€™s the fantasy of regardless of this you keep on loving them. Going back for more and unable to leave them, and even letting them do whatever they want to your body. Though, in all these fantasies they do fantasies about having to chase you a little bit. So you not giving yourself easy and valuing yourself but still ending up under them is the main drive they have for this fantasy.
The craziest thing though, this mf seems pure, kind and very respectful. The perfect person to bring home. Well put together, clean, has a lot to offer and treats your family well. You would never think that these sort of things cross their mind. Yet they do.
I am willing to bet a whole tarot deck that many people reading this pile until here didnā€™t believe a single word of what I wrote down exactly because they appear so perfect and kind.
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ā€” āœ®ā‹†Ė™ wild thoughts - rihanna , red ropes & red string of fate (symbolism of differences) , virgo , someone is hungry rn , anger issues , ā€˜breaking dishes all nightā€™ , tiktok edits , hallway crush , tiger/tigress , ā€˜Tomā€™ , tom foolery - lmao - , grey , silver jewellry , dreads , nonchalant but very kind , red fruits ? strawberries, watermelon, raspberries, passion fruit and aso on , cracking backs , spa asmr
Idk yā€™all this man/person is the devil. šŸ˜ž you are into what you are into, but do not stay near people who make you feel unsafe. thank you for reading
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pile three : - ballet shoes !
š™š : the chariot reversed, queen of swords reversed, the star, eight of cups reversed, four of wands, page of swords
bottom of the deck: knight of swords
ā™” ā¢·what will they like about your body
Letā€™s start with saying that you might think this person is cold or not interested in you but itā€™s the total opposite.
They want you so bad, and they try to not show it because they are ashamed of how bad they want you. Not because there is anything wrong with you but because they are so good at self discipline, not being influenced by anything too easily and just being a honest and just person. Yet, when it comes to you they cannot help but have these animalistic tendencies, they want to go nuts and have such rough sexual relations with you all while treating you like their Queen/King, pampering you with love and affection.
They donā€™t want to only make love to you, they want to worship you with every single second that passes. You have a hold on them that no body else have had before and they try to not make themselves look crazy in your eyes but they just want to kiss every inch and corner of your body. Even the ground you walk on. You are so perfect to them and they feel like they need to hide so that you donā€™t push them away. So you wonā€™t think of them as a creep.
They love you as a whole, if you were to ask them what they find unattractive about you they would not have an answer. There is not a single thing that they deem as a flaw about you at all. They would be offended if you even dared to think that there is. In a sincere way too.
Like you could even believe, even for a slight second that there is anything that they donā€™t like about you? They would never deem anything about your appearance as a flaw.
And that is true! But they still have subconscious favourites I picked up on lmao,, Which is completely normal!
Itā€™s your feet, your tummy, your fingers - might wanna suck on it idkkkk -, your overall figure, your veins, your waist, the outline of your private parts through clothes, the way that you carry yourself and if you have blue eyes then that.
Though, their favourite thing is none of those. Itā€™s the tension in your body when you are turned on and you think you can hide it well but it still shows through your actions. How you move your legs and the way you rub your legs together, the shy look on your eyes all while you are nervous about people being able to tell how needy you are. It turns them on so bad they could single handedly recreate the Niagara fallls all by themselves, if you get what I mean.
Perhaps they would also enjoy how your own cum looks on your thighs after sex, after coming so much and not being able to control yourself. - I am sorry for the lack of better words. -
ā™” ā¢·their fantasies about your body
Honestly, they just have a worshipping kink when it comes to you.
They want to suck on your body. Your toes, your private parts - on your clit if you are a woman -, your thighs, your stomach - they wanna leave hickeys -, your hips, your waist, your chest, your collarbones, your arms, your shoulders, your lips.. they want it all.
Even if they arenā€™t into it, they want to do it just to please you. It turns them on because itā€™s you. They find you crazy hot, like they would go to the ends of the world and back for you.
Not a sub for sure, they rather read like a soft dom thatā€™s very passionate, obsessed and in love with you. They can be a sub for the night if you want them to be though. Put a leash on them and they will go on all fours for you.
And if you donā€™t like that, thatā€™s cool. They can slap you, pull your hair and go hard if thatā€™s what you need them to do.
If you like regular sex only, thatā€™s chill with them too.
For you, they are both a prince charming and a freak, just depends on what you need of them. They want to cater to your needs all while dominating you. Adoring everything about you.
The only thing they ask for in exchange is for you to be loyal and committed to them, because they sure are to you. Not a single other person on their mind at all. Fuck threesomes and anything else that involves bringing someone else other than the two of you in the bedroom, they only want you.
They could go crazy if you give attention to any other person too. Jealous person, adores devotion above anything else for sure. They are not afraid to leave you if you play games with them. Doesnā€™t even have to be cheating, but teasing. They love you but they donā€™t like things like that. They are grown. - Not my words bby, their higher selfā€™s. -
Regardless, they donā€™t fantasise about you leaving them but rather overthink and worry they you might do so if you find someone else that better fits you. Someone you look at as beautiful, good and all the more compatible with you. This is their worry. - Probably bc of their past but most of you itā€™s just because they love you so much you are their weakness. -
Their fantasies revolve around pleasing you. Giving you their all. Trying out thousands upon thousands of things with only one another, just the two of you.
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ā€” āœ®ā‹†Ė™ ā€˜just the two of us, we can make if if we tryā€™ , ā€˜i am vanilla baby, I will choke you but I am no killer babyā€™ , whipped cream , someone here has a mommy kink , curved eyelashes , clown masks , cherry red lipstick , tooth gems , blue whips , shy virgin who didnā€™t resonate with the kinky bits šŸ«µšŸ» , painted toes! , coffin nails , 18
believe that you deserve good things instead of trying to convince yourself that I am lying to you. that one is very specific for one person not everyone <3<3 mwah my beautiful pile 3 you are so loved by this person I wish nothing but happiness for yā€™all! thank you for reading
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moviestarmartini Ā· 2 months ago
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alta suciedad. ā€” franco colapinto x f!reader
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summary: while interviewing franco, you misunderstood what he meant with 'talented with his tongue'. lucky for you, he's more than willing to actually show you his skills.
wc: 2.9k
warnings: interviewer!reader, hispanic!reader, porn with an ounce of plot, set during media day of the austin gp, casual sex, oral sex (fem recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, pull out and pray, mean dom!franco, dumbification, degradation, a teeny amount of praise, aftercare, spanglish/sentences in spanish.
A/N: based on this request and took some inspo from this other anon, i'm literally giggling typing this in order to publish it. no specific song for today even though there's a few references even in the title. hope y'all are hungry!!
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ā€œIā€™m talented with my tongue.ā€Ā 
You didnā€™t have that much experience when it came to interviewing professionallyā€” youā€™d been a kid reporter at the same sport you strived to get there, and in the course of getting there, youā€™ve seen a thousand and one million things that impressed you.Ā 
But this?Ā 
Your mouth hung open, giving him a few rapid blinks while your brain processed the information.Ā 
ā€œYou wanna see?ā€ Franco Colapinto insisted, not reading your expression well enough, or ignoring it at the very least.Ā 
ā€œĀæAquĆ­?ā€ You blinked, unable to process the event in the main language of the paddock. You were one of the youngest reporters there, but that didnā€™t mean you were inexperienced. That had just completely caught you off guard.Ā 
Franco cocked a brow before showing you and the camera how he could manipulate said organ so the sides touched and a tiny hole formed in the middle.Ā 
Yet again he surprised you, or more you surprised yourself with how further down the gutter your mind was at.Ā 
ā€œOh, good!ā€ You snapped out of it, but he had seemingly finally connected the dots, or so the smirk in his face made it seem like it.Ā 
ā€œWell, thank you for having us, Franco. Good luck during the weekend.ā€ YourĀ  composure was back not even two seconds later, the cameraman soon signaled the transmission was off. A relieved sigh left your lips while your shoulders relaxed, giving your coworker the mic and transmitter to take to the media tent just a few steps away.Ā 
You were just turning back to head there as well, ready to get immersed in writing a report before your name was called. Your heels turned you around by force of habit, not realizing the tone in the driverā€™s voice might mean trouble.Ā 
ā€œYes?ā€ You asked politely, hands clasped in front of you to avoid any chance of fidgeting. Your little crush was idiotic, or so you considered it from the day you first interviewed him.Ā 
ā€œĀæQuĆ© vas a hacer hoy?ā€ He took a step closer in order to ask the question, hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans.Ā 
ā€œĀæPerdĆ³n?ā€ You realized that sounded rude, your voice repeating a better answer soon after. ā€œSeguir trabajando, why?ā€ A frown settled between your brows, head leaning slightly to the right. Where was this going exactly? The confusion only settled further when you noticed his eyes darting around before leaning in.Ā 
ā€œSi querĆ©s que de verdad te enseƱe que puedo hacer con mi lengua, entra al motorhome despuĆ©s de las siete, te dejo la puerta de atrĆ”s abierta. Mi cuarto estĆ” a la izquierda.ā€ And with that, he pulled away, turned around and left.Ā 
You did the same, convinced the idea was just a figment of your imagination, the drought youā€™ve been suffering for more than a year to get there tricking every nerve in your brain to believe those words. It was settling into the late afternoon, and you worked at a pace Sonic would envy. His words bounced around your gray matter, and after much debating you stayed after the six pm mark, when everyone else left. You peered your head out of your station noticing how the place was almost empty. It was Thursday after all, the whole crews were not active until the following day.Ā 
The curiosity got the best of you, and you packed your bag to head there, skittish at the sight of anyone who crossed your wayā€” or at least the few that did.Ā 
No one was used to walking behind the team buildings, never mind during whatā€™s considered after hours. Your breath got stuck in your throat when you noticed the door ajar, and no one came in nor out to justify the fact.Ā 
ā€œThought you wouldnā€™t come.ā€ Francoā€™s voice snapped you out of the hesitation, arms crossed over his chest.Ā 
ā€œI thought I was supposed to come in by myself.ā€ You got the bravery to counter with the way your heart sped up with adrenaline coursing through your veins.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re late.ā€ Francoā€™s response was quick, witty. His tone made you raise your brow; it wasā€¦ different. Commanding, you could pinpoint.Ā 
ā€œI shouldnā€™t come out and get you, venĆ­.ā€ Before you could even process it, he took your arm and dragged you inside, going straight down the hallway and taking a left before the door closed shutā€” no witnesses visible to what he had just done.Ā 
ā€œYou can sit wherever you like.ā€ He invited, his voice was back to its playful tone. You nodded, putting your bag down by the door and sitting on the small couch near a corner.Ā 
ā€œSos muy bonita, ĀæsabĆ­as?ā€ He complimented while finishing to fix up his room, side eyeing you.Ā 
ā€œWhy am I here? What do you want?ā€ You asked bluntly, not accepting the compliment.Ā 
ā€œLook, if you wanted me to write positively about you on the piece, you already got it.ā€ You carefully watched him take a seat next to you, and you both turned to face each other.
ā€œTonta tambiĆ©n, Āæno?ā€ It was as if you were ignoring each otherā€™s words, and before you could get offended, his fingertips brushed your hair out of the way of your face. Any smart quip you couldā€™ve thrown at him flew out the window, your lips parting.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s just how you looked at me earlier. When you thought I was referring to something dirty. Tontita.ā€ He inched closer. You couldnā€™t help but do the same, a bit eagerly, eliciting a laugh out of his lips.Ā 
ā€œDo you like me?ā€ It was his turn to be blunt. Without hesitation you nodded, squeezing your lips into a thin line after realizing that mightā€™ve been a mistake. An embarrassing one at that.Ā 
ā€œNo pasa nada. Vos tambiĆ©n me gustĆ”s preciosaā€¦ā€ His voice trailed with his head leaning closer, lips brushing against the prickled skin of your neck. ā€œā€¦inteligenteā€¦ā€ A kiss pressed to the area. ā€œā€¦y al parecer, puta.ā€Ā 
The gasp disappeared between the blurred lines of your lips and his crashing, the term disappearing in your mind while you kissed him. Your hands gripped the material of his team shirt while his own lowered down your back, pulling you closer, almost on top of his lap.Ā 
ā€œĀæHacĆ©s esto mucho? Sneak into other driversā€™ rooms?ā€ He asked while leaning back down to kiss your neck with a twinge of more harshness, ragged breath leaving your lips while you shook your head ā€˜noā€™Ā 
ā€œĀæSos muda? Habla.ā€ There was that commanding tone again, his fingers delving into the skin of your thighs to squeeze what he wanted out of you.Ā 
ā€œNo. Nunca.ā€ You replied with a gulp, leaning your head back to recieve more kisses as a reward for your answer.Ā 
ā€œSo Iā€™m the lucky winner?ā€ It sounded something between a compliment and a joke, and you decided to humor him a little with a smile.Ā 
ā€œOne could say so.ā€ You replied, thinking youā€™ve gotten the gist of it.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m surprised. With that skirtā€¦ā€ He shook his head after tutting, making you figure out the context of his words. You were into it enough to not get offended by the allegation, normally would have defended yourself with the fact it was terribly hot outside. You didnā€™t like dressing similar to the rest of the reporters in the paddock, and maybe this once it played both in your favor and against itā€¦ sort of.Ā 
His lips captured yours again, his tongue swiping your bottom lip. You werenā€™t dumbā€” even if he liked to say soā€” parting your lips without complaint, feeling the way your tongues tangled together while he pushed you down until your back hit the fabric of the furniture.Ā 
The open mouth kisses started redirecting their path down your jaw, following a trail down the length of your neck. He took the opportunity to breathe your scent.Ā 
ā€œOlĆ©s tan rico,ā€ He groaned, the growing erection in his jeans pressing against your upper thigh.Ā 
ā€œI can already imagine how that pretty pussy tastes. Canā€™t wait to make you cum just using my tongue.ā€Ā  The idea made you shudder, his hands raising your top to move it out of the way while he kept kissing back. You took the initiative to just pull it over your head and throw it somewhere else.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re so good, stripping for me without having to ask.ā€ Franco cooed, his pace slowing down when his mouth reached down your belly button, making him look at him expectantly.Ā 
What you didnā€™t expect was for him to just tug on your denim skirt up to completely move it out of the way without removing the piece, his knuckles brushing the spot marked with your aroused slickness, your hips involuntarily twitching to lean closer into his touch.Ā 
ā€œSi solo te he besado y ya estĆ”s re mojadita,ā€ Another coo left his mouth, this one with a certain amount of jest in it. You felt deeply embarrassed in a way your face displayed it, only making his smile grow in size.Ā 
Franco almost ripped off the underwear and chucked it somewhere in the room. No moment to adapt was left at your disposition, his tongue pressing flat against your wet core. The noise of a moan coming from you clashed with the hum of satisfaction he felt from the sheer taste of you.Ā 
ā€œSo sweet,ā€ Franco praised, and those were the last words to come out of his mouth before he started to back up his words from earlier.Ā 
The whole situation felt like a dream. Not only the fact he made an advance upon noticing how far down the gutter your mind was, but the fact you even came there in the first place. Not that you regretted it, with how he flicked that sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.Ā Ā 
You didnā€™t believe his promise earlierā€” thinking it was just silly dirty talkingā€” but he was proving you wrong. Your moans were the perfect evidence, fingers tangling in his curls while his left hand rose up to grope your exposed breast.Ā 
The shuffling noise outside the room made him perk up and away from your dripping cunt, chin glistening with your wetness. He pulled his index fingers to his lips to signal you to be quiet before continuing, but his attempt fell futile. You were reaching your release quick, his magic working a little too well. There was no warning; his other hand left the grip on your thigh to cover your mouth, holding it down a bit too roughly to send a message.Ā 
Your muffled moans and cries only set him off, teasing your entrance before licking the trail up to your clitoris, suckling on it. He fluttered his eyes open, and the sight was nothing but completely arousing. Your eyes were rolled back, column arching up while his expert affections tipped you over the edge. Your thighs simultaneously shivered and lightly squeezed his head, and it was enough for Franco to decide he was in heaven.Ā 
Once the overwhelming sensation started to wear off, your legs relaxed, allowing him to pull away. With a clearer mind you noticed how his chin and lips glistened before removing the substance with the back of his hand, as if it was just sauce from an actual meal.Ā 
ā€œĀæPor quĆ© me mirĆ”s asĆ­?ā€ Franco wondered at your blissful expression. ā€œĀæYa te enamoraste, putita?ā€ There was no verbal answer; he was eager to link his lips with yours again in yet another sloppy makeout session. This once, however, you couldnā€™t pretend you didnā€™t feel his erection pressing against your inner thigh.Ā 
Taking initiative, your hand lowered down his torso to fumble the button of his pants a little before being able to undo it. A groan followed by teeth tugging at your bottom lip was the reaction you gained from jerking him off slowly under his underwear. That gave you enough confidence to swipe your thumb across the leaking tip in order to tease him.Ā 
The sound of a moan from him echoed inside your mouth, a hum from satisfaction leaving consequently. However, your moment of dominance soon faded with his hand slapping yours away before spreading your legs even furtherā€” to the point it pulled on the muscles of your inner thigh just a little, the burning sensation mushing with pleasureā€” the skirt hiking up to rest on your torso.Ā 
ā€œDo you want me to fuck you?ā€ He leaned in to whisper, feeling him nudge your entrance in order to tease you. The sensation that followed was something similar to your brain shutting down, managing to only nod. The smell of his cologne, his body pressing down on you.Ā 
Franco, Franco, Franco, Franā€”Ā 
ā€œĀæQuĆ© pasa tontita? Say it.ā€ He egged you on, threatening to push himself inside, but not making it far enough to bring you satisfaction.Ā 
ā€œYes, por favor.ā€ You begged, getting a chaste kiss for a reward followed by the intrusion spreading your warm walls. You saw the way Franco tried to keep it together, the faƧade crumbling under a groan. You felt too good. His mind could only pinpoint your body under his, the warmth hugging his stiff dick and electrifying every nerve of his being.Ā 
His mind couldnā€™t stop chanting your name.Ā 
ā€œMove,ā€ You asked nicely, though it came out in a huff. He found himself too enthralled to complain at your tone, instead complying.Ā 
The lower tone of his moans harmonized with the high pitched of yours, the sound of skin frantically coming in contact filling up the room enough for both of you two to forget what could possibly be going on outside. At least it had been a while since you last heard people outside doing whatever.Ā 
ā€œDios, que apretadita estĆ”s,ā€ Franco groaned out loud, his lips brushing against yours. You took the leap, closing the distance between the two of you. But you couldnā€™t get much out of it due to your own fault, moans interrupting the session.Ā 
ā€œNo, besĆ”me.ā€ You whined when he pulled away slightly, and a smirk rose at his lips before he locked them with yours, pace increasing. You struggled to engage further, the moans and groans interrupting.Ā 
ā€œNo, besĆ”me.ā€ Franco replicated your plea from earlier before laughing between heavy breaths.Ā 
You couldnā€™t do anything but pucker your bottom lip out, not finding the words to complain about how mean he was being. Besides, all coherent thoughts disappeared the moment you felt your second orgasm peeking from behind you at a rapid rate. Your nails dug into the uncovered skin of his forearms, just below where the team shirt started covering his biceps.Ā 
ā€œĀæPor quĆ© me apretĆ”s tanto?ā€ He hissed before falling upon the realization, deciding to keep having his fun with you and slowing down.Ā 
ā€œFuckā€” Ā”ĀæquĆ© te pasa?!ā€ You groaned, feeling the release reeling down into a sensation of being completely stuck midway.Ā 
ā€œDale, decime lo que quieres. De forma bonita, como vos.ā€ He kept his thrusts slow and deep, trying to contain his own release from the pulsating walls squeezing the life out of his cock.Ā 
ā€œI wanna cum,ā€ You felt the embarrassment of having to request that out loud settle in your stomach, soon washed over by the sensation the quickening of his hips gave your core.Ā 
ā€œSi, si. Franco, thatā€™s it,ā€ You cried out, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while your thighs shivered once more.Ā 
Your cunt was so warm and tight he almost didnā€™t pull out. Almost. After a groan left the back of his throat, droplets of white painted your lower abdomen, thankfully not staining your skirt.Ā 
He kept himself supported by his forearms, allowing him to lean in and kiss your forehead and cheeks.Ā 
There wasnā€™t much to be said, you knew that, and so did he. Carefully, he fixed his underwear and pants before getting up, muttering something under his breath in his attempt to find the wet wipes he knew he hadā€¦ somewhere in the organized clutter of his room.Ā 
ā€œDejĆ” que te limpio,ā€ His voice was tender, the wet tissue dragging across your skin to remove the seminal liquid, before another carefully cleaned the sweat off your forehead and neck.Ā 
You thanked him with a nod, unable to hold eye contact for long. Once you felt comfortable you sat up, fixing your clothes and hair before getting up on your legs, still a bit wobbly. You took it upon yourself to clean the damp spot on the couch where you laid, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal.Ā 
Quickly, you slipped your underwear on, unaware of the pair of eyes following your every move with a cold calculation.Ā 
ā€œĀæQuĆ© vas a hacer hoy?ā€ The question he asked to what seemed to be ages ago popped up again, making you turn, just as confused as you were earlier.Ā 
ā€œDormirā€¦ cenar. Ya veremos, dijo el ciego.ā€ At your cheeky response his laughter echoed through the room, arms folded over his torso.Ā 
ā€œĀæHabrĆ” un espacio para mĆ­ en esa cena o nos vemos maƱana a la misma hora?ā€ He took a step closer. Then another. And another. Until he stood in front of you, leaning down enough to whisper in your ear.Ā 
ā€œNo importa si no me querĆ©s ver hoy en la noche todo caballeroso, maƱana procura llegar a tiempo y controlar esa boquita.ā€ Yet again, his voice electrified goosebumps all over your skin.Ā 
What did you just get yourself into?
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maidenvault Ā· 4 months ago
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During my last rewatch of the prequels I was actually shocked by how much I've misremembered or decontextualized certain moments in my mind because of how they're often talked about in fandom as showing the Jedi as too arrogant, too bureaucratic, generally just burying their heads in the sand while everything goes bad etc. So I'm gonna try to address every individual scene that typically gets brought up to argue that this is an actual theme in Lucas's portrayal of the Order.
The Council doesn't take Qui-Gon's account of meeting a Sith seriously.
Mace and Ki Adi Mundi do both express doubt this guy could be a Sith. (Understandably! Historically they've never known Sith to be able to hide their existence, and for them to have survived totally in secret for a thousand years is a pretty wild thing for Qui-Gon to be so sure of.)
BUT Yoda admits that the dark side is hard to see, and Mace assures Qui-Gon they'll do everything to find out the identity of the attacker. Later he's ordered to go back to Naboo and try to draw out Maul to discover more. Qui-Gon accepts this and doesn't ask for backup. Why should he? He held his own against Maul before, and Maul's probably not gonna show himself again to face a ton of Jedi. They end up missing the chance to learn who trained Maul because of how things go down, but Qui-Gon's death isn't the result of the Council mishandling the situation.
At the funeral, Yoda says the presence of one Sith means there's another out there. They know they've got to be on guard now and will be, but they've got no more leads for now.
2. Qui-Gon's not here to free slaves.
There's this idea that slavery existing on Tatooine shows the Order is apparently too tied up doing shady things for self-interested politicians (footage not found) to help the people who really need it. But Padme's shocked to know the Skywalkers are slaves for a reason. The truth is there isn't a lot of slavery in the galaxy at this time because the Jedi have helped keep it that way for centuries only by working with the Republic. In TCW we see that Zygerrian slavers have a particular hatred of Jedi because they're literally The Anti Slavery People and did so much of the work to crack down on their trade. But Tatooine is controlled by the Hutts and they simply don't have the resources to start a war with them.
(And honestly, it's crazy how people talk like Qui-Gon's a monster for honestly and apologetically telling Anakin no, that's not why he's here. This is a child he's already indebted to and who has a hero-worshipping idea of Jedi, it would be fucked up for him not to be clear about how he can't help him and his mom.)
3. They doubt Dooku could be behind the assassination attempt.
This I understand shows the Jedi to be a little naive. But they knew Dooku as a good man, and at this point he and his followers are still putting on a show of wanting to secede for idealistic reasons (and a few of them, manipulated by Dooku, actually do have good intentions). Only later do the Jedi learn they're illegally building an army before they've even officially left the Republic and clearly have no interest in the peaceful resolution Padme's been advocating for. And they only find this out because they have Obi-Wan investigate the assassin and this very quickly leads him to Dooku.
4. "Arrogance, yes. A trait more and more common among Jedi. Even the older, more experienced ones."
In context, this line from Yoda is clearly not meant to be taken so seriously. Obi-Wan says he fears Anakin is too arrogant, and this is Yoda's light-hearted way of telling him not to be so hard on him. Part of training a Padawan is learning to trust them so they can grow, and Obi-Wan perhaps needs the reminder that he isn't done learning himself.
Of course Yoda saying this could be partly motivated by them having been caught off guard before by the existence of Darth Maul and the dark side clouding their awareness, as we're told repeatedly throughout the PT they know is a problem. But it's kind of contradictory to take this as confirmation that this is a serious fatal flaw of theirs. If someone acknowledges their own arrogance then they're aware of their ability to be wrong, which means they can't actually be that arrogant. If truly meant in a general sense and not just as a gentle reproof of Obi-Wan, it's a pretty self-deprecating comment coming from Yoda.
5. "If an item does not appear in our records, it does not exist."
Chief Librarian Jocasta Nu gives this haughty response to Obi-Wan looking for Kamino, a system that's not in the Jedi Archives. So being so overly confident in the infallible knowledge of the Jedi, he takes her word for it and totally drops this lead.
Except no, he goes to someone older and wiser to figure out what this actually means. And he and Yoda are forced to conclude that the unthinkable - a trusted person among them somehow had reason to erase information from the archive - must nonetheless be what happened. This is honestly an exception that proves the rule: Kamino, and we can assume only Kamino, is missing from the archive only because it was removed, which is so suspicious it just shows he must be on the right track to discovering something. Jocasta is kind of snooty about it but theirs obviously is supposed to be one of the most accurate and complete databases in the galaxy.
6. Obi-Wan doesn't believe what Dooku tells him about the Senate.
For one thing, in this conversation Dooku's lying about basically everything but this. And I can't ever stress enough that Palpatine is a threat unlike anything the Jedi have ever dealt with before, who's already taken control of so much before they even know they're fighting anything, so the idea that a Sith is controlling the Senate would be really hard for anyone to believe.
Still, we know Obi-Wan reports this to the Council anyway. But it's a vague statement and they still don't have any information to act on. Palpatine soon has them very busy putting out fires in the war, and naturally fighting the Separatists who are led by Sith seems the best way for them to get to the bottom of what exactly is going on with the dark side. And they do finally turn their attention to how power-hungry Palpatine is getting once the war is nearly over and they've got the bandwidth for it, and think about what they might have to do if he's the threat to their democracy they fear, but of course he's too many steps ahead of them all the time.
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So basically, what we see the Jedi being so guilty of in these examples are thought crimes. When confronted with the crazy explanation that happens to be true, their instinctive reaction is "No, I don't think that's possible." And then they do their due diligence to uncover as much of the truth as they can anyway. And Yoda, the Grand Master of them all, is often the first to admit that their first assumptions could be wrong. But Palpatine wouldn't be a good villain if his moves were predictable and he couldn't get an advantage over the good guys - that's just how storytelling works sometimes and it's not that deep.
It honestly felt stupid typing so much of this out because it's 90% just describing what actually happens in these scenes. But I guess it's a lot to ask that people actually carefully watch the films they discuss. šŸ˜’
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rebeccathenaturalist Ā· 11 months ago
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Welcome to my Tuesday morning PSA about plastics!
So--I was walking along the Bolstadt beach approach sidewalk here in Long Beach, WA yesterday afternoon, and I started seeing these little orange pellets on the ground that looked a little bit like salmon roe (but probably weren't). So I picked one up, and it was most definitely rubber. I went around picking up every one I could find, and while I didn't keep exact count I probably amassed 50-60 of them. I took this picture before depositing them in the nearest trash can.
These are airsoft gun pellets, and you can buy them in big jars containing thousands of them. That means that someone who decided that the beach was a great place to shoot their airsoft guns could easily litter the place with countless little bits of plastic rubber in less than an hour. We already have a huge problem here with people leaving trash, including tiny bits of plastic, all over the beach (you should see the gigantic mess after 4th of July fireworks when thousands of people come in from out of town, blow things up, and then leave again without picking up after themselves.)
But these airsoft pellets have a particularly nasty side effect. You know how my first thought was "wow, those look kind of like salmon roe?" Well, we have a number of opportunistic omnivore birds like crows, ravens, and several species of gull that commonly scavenge on the beach, especially along the approaches because people often feed them there. If I can catch the resemblance of an orange airsoft pellet to a fish egg, then chances are there are wildlife that will assume they're edible.
Since birds don't chew their food, they probably won't notice that the taste or texture is wrong--it'll just go down the hatch. And since they can't digest the pellets, there's a good chance they might just build up in the bird's digestive system, especially if the bird eats a large number of them--say, fifty or sixty of them dropped on the ground along the same fifty foot stretch of sidewalk. The bird might die of starvation if there's not enough capacity for food in their stomach--or they might just die painfully of an impacted gut, and no way to get help for it. If the pellets end up washed into the ocean, you get the same issue with fish and other marine wildlife eating them, and then of course the pellets eventually breaking up into microplastic particles.
You can get biodegradable airsoft pellets; they appear to mainly be gray or white in color rather than bright screaming orange and green. But "biodegradable" doesn't mean "instantly dissolves the next time it rains." An Amazon listing for Aim Green biodegradable airsoft pellets advertise them as "Our biodegradable BBs are engineered to degrade only with long-term exposure to water and sun and will degrade 180 days after being used." That's half a year for them to be eaten by wildlife.
I don't know, y'all. That handful of carelessly dropped rubber pellets just encapsulates how much people don't factor in the rest of nature when making decisions, even on something that is purely for entertainment like an airsoft gun. We could have had a lot of the same technological advances we have today, but with much less environmental impact, if we had considered the long-term effects on both other people and other living beings, as well as our habitats. We could have found ways from the beginning to make these things in ways that benefited us but also mitigated any harm as much as possible. Instead we're now having to reverse-engineer things we've been using for decades, and sometimes--like the "biodegradable" airsoft pellets--they still have a significant negative impact.
But--at least there are people trying to do things better, thinking ahead instead of just on immediate profit. We're stuck in a heck of a mess here, figuratively and literally, and changing an entire system can't be done in a day. Maybe we can at least keep pushing for a cultural shift that emphasizes planning far into the future--if not the often-cited "seven generations ahead", then at least throughout the potential lifespan of a given product.
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reshinless Ā· 1 year ago
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ā˜† ā šŸš«šžššš¤ š„š¢š¤šž š¦šž? āž ā‹† hsr x reader
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synopsis. whenever he wants to taste you so bad ...
warnings. cervix eating, afab!gn!reader, face sitting, dom!character, they/them pronouns are used on reader, squirting (done by reader), overstimulation, fingering
author's note. just finished a documentary on a serial killer then wrote an essay with my own free will
pairings. dan heng, blade, luocha, jing yuan, sampo, welt, caelus x afab!gn!reader / fem!reader (take this however you like because i still use they/them on reader but they're afab :p)
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dan heng is just messy asf, like probably his first time too, never really has had gotten the chance to ever eat anyone out. kind of was too busy to do that. but when you offered, he couldn't help but think of how you'd be straddled atop his chest, and his tongue just went deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole, and honestly would slurp your aftermath all up after with no shame. the loud sounds of him licking up all your cum didn't help the embarassment. but he pushed his thoughts away and finally got you straddled onto his face, and pleasure was all that was on his mind. the taste of your sweet honey just made him wanna indulge so much deeper inside you. your velvety walls clenching around his snake-like tongue was a good enough sign he'd get to taste such sweet bliss again.
type of guy to overstimulate the hell outta you just for all that essence. he has never tasted anything better. probably would finger you while you sit on the motel bed you rented for a few measly 10 thousand credits. becomes so greedy when his mouth is finally latched onto your hole just begging for you to come. after a while of eating you out, he'll just know where your g-spot is, would go so far to even say his tongue memorized it, and the taste. and he just can't get enough of it. and after everyday as your trailblazing mission is ongoing, whether you'd be away from him at the moment or just right beside him, he already misses you and your pussy so much :(
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caelus is def a big sweetheart about it. even though you think he wouldn't be the one to ask, he would. "hey i've been a little stressed lately, can you.. sit on my face and let me treat you right?", and can't help but be a little messy with it, when you finally are on top of him. your hole is right there, wet and ready for him. he's still so blushy, shy and nervous about it. but as soon as he gets a taste of such bliss, he can't help but get more, and more, and more. as soon as he felt your cum on his tongue he couldn't help but want more! he doesn't mean to overstimulate you :(( he just wants more of that tasty sweetness!
does it after trailblazing missions specifically, his thoughts do lowkey get to him while on the job, probably jerked off to the idea of eating you out, or you giving him a blowjob, but that's another story, for another day, not tomorrow, not the day after, some day. anyways, he definitely likes the idea of doing it publicly, the adrenaline of someone catching you in the bathroom with your boyfriend's mouth filled with lust and hunger, he'd keep going if that ever happened, literally just wants everything we can harvest out of you. at first he does like to tease with a bit of fingering and kitty licks while you're blindfolded. your thighs slowly choking him is such a relieving feeling to him, he can't wait to feel that exotic bliss on his tongue.
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cw: public-ish sex
sampo will not hesitate to tease the living hell out of you, does it everyday, and any day. and is not shameful at all, will ask you to sit on his face with confidence. after all the teasing is over though he will be messy with it. lowkey wants you to fuck his face with your pussy slowly because it feels that good. his nose literally covered in your wetness because of how deep his tongue is in, or how your forcing his face to get closer, as you're ab to cum!! also the kind of guy to finger you while he eats you out.
loves doing it in an alleyway in belobog especially. just indulging the hell outta your pussy while others just watch as he marks what's clearly his. his gloved finger so deep inside you, so deep inside your pussy and he just had to have such long and slender fingers, as he kept licking your blushing clit, and he couldn't help but moan into your pussy too <33 the vibrations just sent all the more pleasure into you. after that, he'll forcibly grab your thighs and put them atop his shoulders as he also sat you down on 2 small boxes stack on each other and eats you out even more. not afraid at all to overstim your poor hole. but how can he resist such ethereal tasting bliss of yours? it tasted so good he just couldn't get enough!
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welt is very straightforward. only word that comes to mind, no shame, maybe a bit, but will ask you himself with pleasure to ask you to sit ontop of his face, or at least just let him eat you out. he's been so stressed after that trailblazing mission.. he's just gotta eat somethingg.... and you can't deny him forever so one thing led to another, he's ravaging in the taste of your hole, god.. why was it just so fucking addicting? the sticky taste of the sweet little honey you produced made him wanna cum, he is indeed stroking his cock as he eats you out, he's just that kind of guy!!
more into doing it in private, prefers that only he hears how good his tongue makes you feel. so long, and it just felt so good, his nose getting covered in the sticky essence, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted more and more. but would probably ask you if he can overstimulate you more LOL. if himeko like ever just comes in without knocking, he'll literally growl, and she'll be out in a jiffy, just.. can't get the image of a hungry welt eating his s/o's pussy like a homeless man who hasn't ate in days... is just certainly shocked, calm, collected, and cool; welt yang, was so easily undone and broken by his s/o('s taste yum yum yum)..
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jing yuan has no mercy at all, and will ask you so nonchalantly, "hey, can you sit on my face i'm kinda stressed ;(" is the first text you see when opening your phone. is this really the dozing general of luofu.. asks you so many times actually, like when he's bored and lazing around he'll just ask you to sit on his desk while he eats you out. but dear fucking godā€” whenever you just came all over his tongue, why the hell did that taste so damn good?? so good he would literally eat you out everyday if he could just to have that 'snack'. and he wouldn't want anyone else's, yours was special, that's what he said. and honestly i see him to be the type that his eyes glow when he gets closer to his climax, and he is another one of the cock stroking while eating you out gang!!
whatever anyway, he'll pound the hell out of your pussy after anyway, don't worry! it's just 'till you can't move a damn muscle in your legs, kind of guy to just want to hold you down by your hips, or the plush of your thighs, he just wants you to hold still while he drinks the devil's wine. if he isn't stroking his cock while he eats you out, his hard cock will just be out in the open while he fingers and eats you out too <3. eats you out like a snack literally sometimes, because he acts like he didn't just eat you out half the time. like after getting you cleaned up and everything, he literally would just start asking "you want anything for dinner?", "huh? it's 1pm in the afternoon jing yuanā€”"
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blade is really rough when eating you out. messy and rough. type of guy to softly bite on your clit/really rub his tongue against that spot tbh HLP.. overall is confident, "hey babe can i eat you out rq im aboutta go out" "huh??". has your legs on his shoulders and roughly brings your hole to his mouth, all that juice on his tongue is really what makes him distracted from anything else, like even if anyone were to walk in on you both, he wouldn't care, your sultry moans and you cumming all over his face is all that mattered. will finger you and eat you out because he likes it when you squirt your cum out, is in love with the idea. and right after probably would put you into a mating press and insert his dick so smoothly inside there <3
the type to say i'll wash you up after eating you out but ends up having sex in the shower and literally pounds the shit out of your hole.. again.. in the bed this time.. he gives the first impression of high sex drive, breeding kink blade, what can i say? anyways, will just be so glad to slurp all your cum up after, in love with the scent, smell, taste, anything about you, and he'd gladly say it out loud. just keep cumming all over his face when he eats you out and little bladies will be running everywhere :0
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luocha, even if he is a doctor of some sort, he is either so vanilla with it, just a few kitty licks and fingering you, or rough as fuck and messy, no in between because it's either he's gonna make you cum all over his face or cream on his face, doesn't want anything in between. will be glad to finger you if he feels like he wants your cum to just squirt everywhere, mmm just sit on his face and let him do the rest. doesn't care if his hair gets messy, doesn't care if he's supposed to be somewhere right now, he just wants more of this.. essence. whatever it is, he wants more. and won't be pleased if he hasn't milked you of all of it.
doesn't care if anyone decides to walk in on you both either, but that doesn't mean he prefers public sex. just prefers these moments to just him and you. probably also has a breeding kink. while he fingers you, right before he indulges himself in you, and gets too lost and drunk on the taste, he's already daydreaming of mini versions of him and you. loves the idea sm<33 and is glad you are pleased by the idea too!! so he hopes you don't mind his rock hard cock will pound you after a few 7 rounds of eating you out! just for you <3
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can't take the word pussy seriously had to replace it with hole for that and because i want this to be for everyone/every reader!!
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ana-cantskywalker Ā· 8 months ago
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Having BIGā„¢ feelings about how most of the Jedi that survived Order 66 were literal children.
Children whose brothers turned on them, and whose parental figures were ripped from them for reasons that they would never understand. Children who didn't know how to live in a galaxy who accepted them, much less one that didn't. Children who had to shed the identity they'd had longer than they could remember just to survive. Children who watched as their people were labeled terrorists and the things they held sacred were desecrated to the purpose of hurting the people they were made to protect.
Children who had to pick up the (often literal) sword of those who'd come before them to protect innocents and hold onto what scraps of their culture that were left. That, to their limited knowledge, believed themselves to be the very last of their kind. Children who bore the weight of bringing justice to the deaths of thousands of their kin, not through revenge, but through the restoration of peace. Who in the fight towards peace, had to once again become weapons instead of peacemakers.
Of them training padawans when they were technically still padawans themselves. Who had to teach what broken pieces of their culture that they could still remember, because they were still learners when they stopped learning. Who taught in the middle of surviving in a galaxy that was out to get them on all sides. Whose padawans never got the chance to go to Ilum, or see the Temple on Coruscant, or bond with other padawans, or any other experience that should've been theirs by birthright.
If I think about it for too long my brain stops working and I cry.
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afterglowsainz Ā· 7 months ago
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so it goesā€¦ | carlos sainz
summary: carlos has the biggest crush on the famous up and coming actress but she doesnā€™t know who he is
fc: anya taylor-joy
warnings: this is my first smau so plsss tell me what you think <3 i made it a bit long cause iā€™m use to write detailed stories but is worth it i swear!! also english is not my first language so there might be mistakes
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ynusername life lately šŸ§ššŸ¼ā€ā™€ļø
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user1 sheā€™s so pretty ughhh
user2 y/n please give me just once chance iā€™m beggin
user3 simping respectfully
carlossainz55 que linda! (so pretty!)
user4 hello??
user5 ariana what are you doing here šŸ˜­
bffusername literally my wife šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø
ynusername me and you forever šŸ¤­
user6 mother
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carlossainz55 great weekend all in all šŸ† podium and good points for the team, ready for the next! šŸ”œ
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user4 letā€™s gooo smooth operatorā€¼ļø
user7 forza ferrari šŸŽ
charlesleclerc great job! double podium next race šŸ‘ŠšŸ¼
user8 brilliant drive carlos!!
user9 VAMOOOOS (letā€™s go)
user5 okay we see y/nā€™s best friend in the likes šŸ‘€
user10 i think sheā€™s a ferrari fan!
landonorris congrats on the podium or whatever šŸ™„
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ynusername emma is now on streaming platforms !!! go watch it šŸ«¶šŸ½
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user1 and they call her the it girl !!!
user2 favorite movie of the year šŸ’ž
user3 y/n y/l/n future oscar winnerā€¼ļø
bffusername GO WATCH MY WIFEā€™S MOVIE OR ELSE
ynusername you heard her!
carlossainz55 loved the movie!
user4 okay but are we believing he actually saw a romantic period piece or?? šŸ¤Ø
user5 idk why i kinda believe it solely on the fact that heā€™s obsessed with y/n šŸ˜­
user6 i donā€™t see the appeal, sheā€™s not all that :/
user4 now i know you did NOT just said that about THE Y/N Y/L/N
user7 y/n drop another movie iā€™ve already seen this one a thousand times :( (liked by carlossainz55)
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bffusername my girlfriend the prettiest of prettiest šŸ„°
user1 picture at a church and partying with mĆ„neskin? ohhh sheā€™s cool cool
user2 carlos i understand you completely
carlossainz55 beautiful!
ynusername thank you! šŸ’•
user3 omg did she actually??
user4 somebody make sure carlos is still alive and breathing pls
user5 finally! my boy has been in the trenches for monthsss
landonorris šŸ‘€
user6 now lando what do you know??
(ynusername has started following carlossainz55)
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carlossainz55 summer break šŸ
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user1 well hello there
user2 weird way to ask me to marry you but ofcšŸ¤­
user3 not carlos immediately posting a thirst trap after yn followed him šŸ˜­
user4 thirst trap seems a bit muchā€¦
user3 him just casually posting the most earth shattering hottest pictures out of nowhere??
user4 okay you may have a point
user5 post a warning or something next time jesus
user6 I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE
user7 dinner would be served, house would be cleaned, kids on bed, anything he wants
ynusername šŸ„° (liked by carlossainz55)
carlossainz55 šŸ«¶šŸ½
user8 girl me too
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yourusername beautiful beautiful madrid šŸ¤
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user1 omg youā€™re in my city!!!
user2 someone send this to carlos quick!
user3 youā€™re so beautiful šŸ˜»
user4 carlossainz55 my guy this is your chance
user5 youā€™re STUNNING šŸ¤©
carlossainz55 i need to show you all the nice placesšŸ«¶šŸ½ (liked by yourusername)
yourusername omg please!! i need a local tour guide
carlossainz55 šŸ˜Š
user6 omg is this the beginning of something???
user7 iā€™m shipping them already šŸ¤­
user8 someone check on carlos pleaseā€¼ļø
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matchingbatbites Ā· 1 year ago
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasnā€™t new, but Eddie doesnā€™t think heā€™s actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
ā€œI was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?ā€
ā€œYou are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.ā€
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since.Ā 
Jesus Christ.
ā€œEddie?ā€
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says ā€œFuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?ā€
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge šŸ™„šŸ™„šŸ™„
ā€Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.ā€œ
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
ā€Jeff, I gotta go,ā€ he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
ā€œEddie, what-
ā€Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.ā€œ
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious.Ā 
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; heā€™d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammyā€™s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesnā€™t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie-Ā 
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath.Ā 
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
ā€˜Iā€™m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?ā€™
He doesnā€™t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
ā€˜Iā€™m partial to Daddy, myself.ā€™
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isnā€™t just ā€˜Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I havenā€™t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?ā€™
Steve saves him by sending another message.
ā€˜But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though Iā€™d be happy to see where things go after that.ā€™
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because thereā€™s no way Eddieā€™s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
Thereā€™s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
ā€˜Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.ā€™
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that-house Ā· 3 months ago
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ā€œTell me about magic,ā€ I said to the god wearing my friendā€™s corpse.
It (I would not grant it the honor of using her name) smiled at me the way she used to smile. It looked like shit, by the way, streaked with mud and blood and slowly spinning new flesh from atmospheric carbon to patch up the bullet holes our latest acquaintances had left it.
ā€œI know every word in your human languages and none of them suffice. How would you explain a black holeā€™s accretion disk to a fish?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know. Try.ā€ I didnā€™t bother voicing the threat but it was implicit, as it was in all of our conversations: your kind has died only once before, but it was at the hands of mine.
It sighed with the weariness of a parent about to talk down to a kid, but it signed up for this when it trapped itself on this rock with me. ā€œItā€™s a puzzle thatā€™s almost been solved since forever began, a puzzle of infinite complexity worked on by the million sharpest minds to ever be, all themselves fractured into dizzying arrays of subminds in temporally upspun pocket universes, all striving to refine those secret arts of law and mastery. Itā€™s cooperation and competition, vines of knowledge strangling each other as we reach ever upwards towards the sun, clawing at each other in our desperate want. Itā€™s a science. Itā€™s like breathing. Itā€™s like love.ā€
ā€œI distinctly recall you saying that love is an idiocy reserved for us mortals, and a more efficient chemically-induced blindness than sodium hydroxide too.ā€
ā€œAnd I maintain that stance, but it gets the point across, does it not?ā€ It huffed with exasperation, you know, the way that she had a thousand times when we were young. An affectation? Or a bit of humanity bleeding into the monster?
ā€œMhm. Sure.ā€
It side-eyed me but kept talking. ā€œYou donā€™t have the point of view it would take to truly understand magic. You never will. Even if you saw the world the way I did, you wouldnā€™t have the context or the time to decipher it. For you it can never be a science, only ever an art.ā€
ā€œYou say that like itā€™s a bad thing.ā€
ā€œIn truth I envied you. With infinity at oneā€™s proverbial fingertips, what else is there to do? The greatest possible workings have all been deduced, those most absolute and inviolable inflictions of the will upon the cosmos, and all that remains to study are the fleeting shadows of concepts beyond even us. But you humans, you tread on new ground that weā€™ve long since mastered, internalized, and then forgotten. The best you can manage without literally blowing your own minds is a little teleportation. Youā€™re clueless and flawed and you fuck it all up whenever you get the chance. And I envied you.ā€ For a creature enamored with paradox, the idea of a god envying a mortal sure pained it.
ā€œSo you cut it all free, cast off the godhead, and came down from on high to slum it with we mortals. I bet youā€™re regretting that now,ā€ I said, sticking my finger in the last bullet hole and giving it an experimental wiggle. It winced, but the wound closed up like it had never been as I withdrew my finger. Pain is a just a signal, it was always fond of saying. But it still cried whenever it lost a limb.
ā€œNot in the slightest,ā€ said the once-god wearing my friendā€™s corpse. ā€œThis is the most alive Iā€™ve felt in eons.ā€
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