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iacominus ยท 5 days ago
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everybody has to be nice to nyon today and every day
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aoitakumi8148 ยท 2 months ago
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๐“›๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด ๐“ค๐“น ๐“๐“ฝ ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ, ๐“ข๐“ธ๐“ท... ๐“๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“–๐“ธ ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“ค๐“น๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ, ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท...
๐’ž๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ, ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“ƒ-๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’ โ€น๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“Š๐“…โ€บ ๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ? ๐ผ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐“‚๐’พ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป โ€น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐‘”๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒโ€บ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”, ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐“‚๐’พ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐‘”๐‘œ?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are โ€นclawingโ€บ at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of โ€นinsult-betrayal-contemptโ€บ. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, แƒ“/แƒ“ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a ๐“Ÿ son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฝ๐“Š๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“€๐‘’๐“…๐“‰... ๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“…๐‘’๐’น ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐“…๐“๐‘’๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“Ž. ๐ต๐‘’๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐ผ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ฎ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐’ธ๐‘’, '๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’, ๐“‰๐‘œ๐‘œ. ๐ต๐‘’๐‘” ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š... ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐‘’๐’น ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐’น๐‘’๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š. ๐ฟ๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“Š๐’ธ๐’ฝ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“๐’พ๐“…๐“ˆ... ๐’ฎ๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น. ๐’ฎ๐‘œ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is โ€นcut openโ€บ too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brimย with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the โ€นstrings of abuse/child neglect/liesโ€บ are finally cut. Tell me to โ€นcelebrateโ€บ. Tell me that both ๐“Ÿinocchio/I are wrong x naive, โ€นfixโ€บ me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me โ€นfeed onโ€บ the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been โ€นrousedโ€บ again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The โ€นlashโ€บ of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’, ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“‚๐’ท๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฆ๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ ๐“๐‘’๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘œ. ๐ผ๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ... ๐’œ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐ผ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Š๐’ท๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ. ๐ฟ๐’ช๐’ซ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐Ÿ™/๐“‚๐“Š๐“๐“‰๐’พ๐“‰๐“Š๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“๐“…๐’ถ๐’ท๐“๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ, ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“‹๐“Š๐“๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ท๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to โ€นmergeโ€บ with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your โ€นdehydratedโ€บ pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and โ€นunmasksโ€บ the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. โœ’
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#special gifset#my audio#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition [Premium Edition]#license version#v.1-v.5 [6]#PC#Pinocchio#/#๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“Ž#~#โ–‘6โ–‘ โ–‘gโ–‘aโ–‘mโ–‘eโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘[โ–‘1โ–‘ โ–‘&โ–‘ โ–‘Nโ–‘Gโ–‘+โ–‘ โ–‘5โ–‘]โ–‘#โ–‘3โ–‘7โ–‘5โ–‘ โ–‘hโ–‘.โ–‘#โ–‘4โ–‘2โ–‘/โ–‘4โ–‘2โ–‘#โ–‘5โ–‘6โ–‘1โ–‘ โ–‘lโ–‘vโ–‘lโ–‘.โ–‘#โ–‘1โ–‘0โ–‘0โ–‘%โ–‘ โ–‘uโ–‘pโ–‘gโ–‘rโ–‘aโ–‘dโ–‘eโ–‘#โ–‘2โ–‘ โ–‘tโ–‘aโ–‘tโ–‘tโ–‘oโ–‘oโ–‘ โ–‘uโ–‘pโ–‘dโ–‘aโ–‘tโ–‘eโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘~โ–‘ โ–‘1โ–‘ โ–‘mโ–‘oโ–‘rโ–‘eโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘oโ–‘nโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘tโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘wโ–‘aโ–‘yโ–‘#โ–‘eโ–‘xโ–‘tโ–‘rโ–‘aโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘nโ–‘fโ–‘oโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘nโ–‘ โ–‘tโ–‘hโ–‘eโ–‘ โ–‘tโ–‘aโ–‘gโ–‘sโ–‘#โ–‘iโ–‘nโ–‘-โ–‘gโ–‘aโ–‘mโ–‘eโ–‘ โ–‘mโ–‘aโ–‘tโ–‘eโ–‘rโ–‘iโ–‘aโ–‘lโ–‘ โ–‘oโ–‘nโ–‘lโ–‘yโ–‘ โ–‘~โ–‘ โ–‘nโ–‘oโ–‘ โ–‘tโ–‘hโ–‘iโ–‘rโ–‘dโ–‘-โ–‘pโ–‘aโ–‘rโ–‘tโ–‘yโ–‘ โ–‘rโ–‘eโ–‘sโ–‘oโ–‘uโ–‘rโ–‘cโ–‘eโ–‘sโ–‘#โ–‘5โ–‘1โ–‘ โ–‘[โ–‘5โ–‘3โ–‘]โ–‘ โ–‘pโ–‘oโ–‘sโ–‘tโ–‘[โ–‘sโ–‘]โ–‘ โ–‘pโ–‘uโ–‘bโ–‘lโ–‘iโ–‘sโ–‘hโ–‘eโ–‘dโ–‘#โ–‘aโ–‘tโ–‘ โ–‘lโ–‘eโ–‘aโ–‘sโ–‘tโ–‘ โ–‘2โ–‘ โ–‘aโ–‘uโ–‘dโ–‘iโ–‘oโ–‘ โ–‘pโ–‘oโ–‘sโ–‘tโ–‘ โ–‘iโ–‘dโ–‘eโ–‘aโ–‘sโ–‘ โ–‘nโ–‘oโ–‘nโ–‘-โ–‘iโ–‘mโ–‘pโ–‘lโ–‘eโ–‘mโ–‘eโ–‘nโ–‘tโ–‘eโ–‘dโ–‘/
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thegengarprincess ยท 4 months ago
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Edgar rlly is his daddyโ€™s son isnโ€™t he- โ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธ (N cuz their both fuckin *A D O R A B L E* N 4 *W H A* :โ€™333333<3333333333!!!!!!!)
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deus-ex-mona ยท 1 month ago
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renren chapter letโ€™s goooooooooooooo
#maaaaaaaaaan i n e e d to scream about ch5 but i dont wanna spoil too much of it aaaaaaaaaa#s o im gonna. toss some of my thoughts here in the tags. while trying not to spoil it too muchโ€ฆ igโ€ฆ#(in my defense ive been waiting for this for a g e s and i need to get my thoughts out somewhere aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)#(first few tags prior to spoiler blocker amended post-โ€˜live reviewโ€™ but the essence is still the same)#[spoilers from here on pls stand byโ€”]#hE L P WDYM RENREN JUST UPPED AND LEFT#WAIT THE 3 STOOGES FROM CH 4 ARE BACK AND???? WHY ARE THEY WATCHING YUMEFAN#LMAO WHAT THEY ACTUALLY CAME TO AN UNDERSTANDING WITH HER AIZO OSHIKATSU???????#RIP YUNA YOUR (CON)CON DIDNT WORK ON THEM#OMG TSUMURIN CLUMSY AND CUTE#w. wait what. i didnt expect that. ominous single panel flashback at the end.#um. no wonder why thereโ€™s a flashback arc somewhere within ch6 at leastโ€ฆ?#now im scared for ch6 and 7. lmao. man.#wait. if ch 7 turns out to be a full-fledged flashback chapterโ€ฆ i think i can see the volume ending with the chizu-hiyo hallway fight#b u t thatโ€™ll have to wait for ch 7 to drop first!!!!! at the rate itโ€™s going i think ch 7โ€™s preview will drop in 2 weeksโ€ฆ maybeโ€ฆ#aaaaaaaaaaa m a n. ch 5 sure was. a lot. in a sense.#i think renren will be back though. eventually.#but maaaaaaaaaan. i expected renren hilarity not this intense end sequence#chizuutan mangaโ€ฆ you never fail to subvert expectationsโ€ฆ#(kawaikutegomen anime w h e nโ€”)#chizuutan chizpost
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sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns ยท 7 months ago
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VAMPIRE Y/N PROFILE (version 1)
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โ€ข Hight inspired by Lady D
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โ€ข Vampire teeth inspired by Abigail
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โ€ข Vampire Eye inspirations
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โ€ข Vampire Appearance (Inspired by Vampire Sammy from Abigail 2024)
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โ€ข Vampire outfit (inspired by Sammyโ€™s outfit Sammy from Abigail 2024)
โ€ข Nameโ€™s: y/n, 002, etc โ€ข Vampire powers/skills: Levitation, high intelligence, telekinesis, intimidation, Scarlet witch powers (powers just like scarlet witch but Dark blue and Red) immortality, Superhuman Speed, Flexibility, Transformation, superhuman strength, etc (etc basically means you can have more powers than these if you want)
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โ€ข DarkHold Powers: Physical augmentation, Dreamwalking, Power absorption, โ€ข Age: 37,430
โ€ข Personality: Evil, psychopathic, insane, crazy, manipulative, Loving, Sadistic, giddy, Sinister, etc
โ€ข Skin tone: very pale
โ€ข Hight:9โ€™6
โ€ข Facts: Your blood is black, Covered in blood (a/n: gifs above), Talks in Sing-song kind of voice (a/n: most of the time) it Sounds Sadistic, Evil and unsettling and like your possessed but your not, Dances ballet Creepily, your tongue is black, you have unimaginable and uncountable Powers,
โ€ข Eyes: one is blue, and the other one is red (a/n: gifs above)
โ€ข Loves: Killing, Feeding on blood and flesh, Dancing ballet, Smiling Evilly and Creepily, playing with your victims, laughing evilly, dancing with her dead victims body, can survive being shot multiple times, Causing fear, chaos, and Sadness, etc
โ€ข Home: the upside down
โ€ข Best friends: Vecna, Demogorgans, Demo-bats, Demo-dogs, The mind flayer, etc
โ€ข Species: Vampire
โ€ข Sexuality: Bisexual
โ€ข Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
โ€ข Goal: To rule the entire Universe/Multiverse
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hyah-lian ยท 10 months ago
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ah shit I wanna go on the swings now
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simp-for-long-hair ยท 2 years ago
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I made a font! ๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒธโœจ๏ธ ngl, in my humble opinion I lowkey think it's hella cute ๐Ÿ˜…
@swayamev @yeh-mera-deewanapan-hai
Free to download from my ko-fi shop! Link in the source ๐Ÿ’•
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letgomaggie ยท 1 year ago
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PAT MY BOY YOU ARE SO SILLY WHAT ARE YOU ONย 
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textsearchaccessgooglemicrosoft ยท 2 months ago
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genderqueer-karma ยท 1 year ago
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j:f gijinka is going well . i also had the galaxy brained idea to put her name on her nails because itโ€™s exactly 10 lettersโ€ฆ
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povlnfour ยท 7 months ago
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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš CRASH LANDING (LN4)
pairing: lando norris x f!reader
summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car โ€” the internet canโ€™t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.
genre: comedy, fluffy
authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you donโ€™t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!
*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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landonorris practicing safe driving
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user you are so unserious sir
user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC
user no clue but sheโ€™s CUTE
oscarpiastri @/fia look here
landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met
user itโ€™s giving meet cute
user iโ€™d read a fic on it
yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR
landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED
user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???
user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS
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yourusername monaco recap๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ successfully didnโ€™t get hit by too many cars!
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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN
user nah this is actually a full meet cute iโ€™m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms
bestfriend still canโ€™t believe you didnโ€™t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead
yourusername can you blame me
user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that
friend1 wait till everyone finds out youโ€™re only there for another 4 days
user WHAT. i canโ€™t have them separated already๐Ÿ˜ถ
user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now
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photo 1: lando paid for me to get my nails done !!!
photo 2: :D
photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]
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yourusername final days in heaven. iโ€™ll miss so much about this place
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user wait she doesnโ€™t live in monaco?? sheโ€™s leaving??? just after iโ€™ve gotten attached to her and lando???
bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles
landonorris seconded
user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?
user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to
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landonorris safe to say iโ€™ve had a pretty good break between races
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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep theyโ€™re whipped
user please tell me yโ€™all are going to stay in contact?
user my heart is shattering already
mclaren ๐Ÿงก
user MCLAREN PLEASE YOUโ€™VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE
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[transcript:
o: safe to say youโ€™ve had a pretty interesting break before this race
l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!
o: okay but i didnโ€™t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!
l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?
o: stop deflecting!
l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!
o: so how are things going now?
l: (awkwardly) well you know how itโ€™sโ€ฆ yeah
o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclarenโ€”
l: no no no donโ€™t give them any ideas! theyโ€™re listening!]
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mclaren the boys are back! donโ€™t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts andโ€ฆ girls?
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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do
mclaren ๐Ÿ‘€
user when oscar asked him about y/nโ€ฆ i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri youโ€™re such a gossip
oscarpiastri you love me for it
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what iโ€™m thinking?
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!
user what on earth is going onโ€ฆ
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yourusername lately :)
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user you are so ! gorgeous !
user i can see why lando is obsessed
user speaking ofโ€ฆ where is our favorite brit in the likesโ˜น๏ธ
oscarsgf pretty girl!!!
yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!
user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???
mclaren youโ€™d look good in orange๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿงก
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mclaren itโ€™s race day๐Ÿซก
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user WHO IS THE GIRL
user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N
user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER
user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE
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yourusername i donโ€™t know guys, do you think heโ€™s cute?
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user OH MY GOD FINALLY
landonorris i will hit you with my car again
yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?
landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast
yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you donโ€™t know how to do the speed limit
user i love them. i love them so much.
oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates
landonorris leave this comment section now
yourusername @/landonorris too late weโ€™re already texting
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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services
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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN
user new fav couple fr
oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me
user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER
user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well
oscarsgf theyโ€™re stealing our thing
yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me
landonorris well in all the others youโ€™re mid cartwheel
mclaren glad to be of service๐Ÿงก anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?
landonorris iโ€™m gonna stop you right there
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasnโ€™t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! iโ€™m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!
in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as theyโ€™re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff โ€” pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if youโ€™re having a baby?)
let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks โ€” iโ€™ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too๐Ÿค
for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx
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deus-ex-mona ยท 2 months ago
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monachan haul has arrived โœจsafelyโœจ
#ft. the gigo collab merch that i had proxied s o b s#โ€˜how many albums did you buy m y g o s hโ€™ j-just these 3โ€ฆ#thanks delivery guys for not notifying me when haul pt 2 was delivered lmao now my motherโ€™s mad at me for not showing her what i got :(#โ€˜just show her manโ€™ d u d e sheโ€™ll lecture me about wasting my moneyโ€” wait nvm iโ€™ll show her my lls gk dvd that came in maybe thatโ€™ll help#im gatekeeping monachan from my fam idc if weโ€™re related yโ€™all c a n โ€™ t have her#b u t on another note the mona album standee looks really cute beside the new sena natsukomi standee#mona looks taller than sena in it but they just. look really cute next to each other aaaaa#though. yk. speaking of the gigo merch and stuffโ€ฆ man. i think i went to that arcade last year lmao#i didnt go up to the floor with the food and stuff since i was only there to play crane games and i was too lazy to climb the stairs#but seeing posts about the collab reminds me of the 1000 yen i spent trying to get ena pjsk nui in the mzen crane machine#i had. like. 4000 yen at the time and around 1/4 of it went to that machineโ€ฆ never forgive never forget#โ€˜why didnt you withdraw more money thenโ€™ w e l l the debit card was with my bro and i broke off from the family to explore by myself s oโ€”#and that was how i spent my birthday last year. on the 4th or 5th (cant rem) floor of gigo trying in vain to get enananui#that doesnt have anything to do with monachan but i needed to cry about it somewhere ig lmfao#m a n. what am i even doing with my life lmao#o k thatโ€™s enough of being annoying for one night see yโ€™all for daily nagisa in a few hours byeeeeeeee
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PART 5 OF KINKTOBER | MAIN MASTERLIST
Single Dad!Spencer x Nanny!Reader Spencer likes having you around to look after his daughter, in fact, he likes you a bit too much.
content: (18+) 5.4k, breeding kink, fingering, fem oral, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, overstimulation, d/s dynamic but he still tries to be a gentleman although reader doesnโ€™t want him to, mutual pining, body worship with slight religious metaphors bc heโ€™s down so bad, and of course sweet aftercare a/n: 1) i know the gif isnโ€™t spencer but i just had to; 2) i changed the title from the original plan bc i was listening to angel baby while writing this; 3) if i have the chance to describe his happy trail and tummy i will in a heartbeat; 4) this fic is basically the epitome of D-I-L-F!
โ€œI want you to understand,โ€ he mutters against your skin, kissing the sensitive spot just below your ear, โ€œthat Iโ€™m not trying to take advantage of you.โ€
A hand creeps up the back of his neck. โ€œWhat if I want you to?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m serious.โ€
โ€œI am serious. Iโ€™m not the one hesitating.โ€
His hand glides slowly up your side, fingertips barely ghosting over your skin, and a soft, shaky breath escapes his lips. โ€œIโ€™m trying to be responsible."
โ€œI think weโ€™re past being responsible,โ€ you counter as his fingers trace your waist. โ€œWhat are you so worried about, anyway? Youโ€™re not forcing me into anything.โ€
โ€œI want to make sure you donโ€™t feel likeโ€”โ€ his fingers twitch, lingering over your bare skin, โ€œโ€”like Iโ€™m taking advantage of the situation.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m literally naked under you,โ€ you remind him. โ€œIf anyoneโ€™s taking advantage here, itโ€™s me.โ€
His forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel the slow rise and fall of his chest as he exhales. โ€œYouโ€™re making this really hard, you know that?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s kind of the point.โ€
And itโ€™s true, Spencer realizes with a rush of heat, because heโ€™s incredibly hard, the heavy length of his cock pressed against your stomach while he braces his weight above you. His lungs tighten, squeezing around breaths that feel too thick to swallow as his teeth graze his lower lip. It takes everything in him to keep from losing himself when his mind is already slipping.
How could he have ever imagined it would go this far?
Spencer canโ€™t quite make sense of how this quiet, unassuming crush that crept in the first time he saw you with his daughter has led to this. It wasnโ€™t anything grand or sudden, just this slow bloom that unfurled every time he caught you reading to Violet or laughing with her over some little joke in the living room. There was just something about the way you slipped so easily into his life, fitting into the spaces he hadnโ€™t realized were empty until you filled them.
Heโ€™d never let himself imagine it would go beyond that. Heโ€™d convinced himself those feelings for you were just something heโ€™d have to live with quietly, a small ache that would fade with time. But somehow, despite his best efforts to keep it hidden, youโ€™d found your way to him. And against all his expectations, you liked him back. You like him enough that youโ€™re now wearing nothing but a smile.
Flushed skin kissed by the moonlight spilling through the window.
Innocent eyes touched with a hint temptation.
It all feels like some sort of surreal dream.
The moment that led to this replays in his mind, clear as daylight even if it happened well past midnight. Heโ€™d gotten home somewhere between too late and way too late, running on nothing but caffeine and sugar, and there you were, leaning casually against the kitchen counter like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You started talking about your day with Violet, recounting how youโ€™d taken her to the park, read her favorite book before bed, and how sheโ€™d peppered you with endless questions about why the sky changes colors when the day changes into night. But something was different in your voice, a softness to the way you said his name, and your gaze lingered on him just a beat longer than usual. It wasnโ€™t anything obvious, nothing he could point to and say thatโ€™s it, but he felt it. An almost imperceptible shift in the air.
Before he knew it, he had crossed the room and kissed you. He shouldโ€™ve thought it through or paused to consider the consequences, but the way you responded made it clear youโ€™d been waiting just as long for his attention.
His shoulders fall with a quiet exhale.
โ€œThis could get complicated,โ€ he continues, as if reminding you (and maybe himself) that thereโ€™s a line between employee and employer that heโ€™s about to cross. A line that could change everything between you both once itโ€™s blurred. โ€œWe should think about what this means.โ€
โ€œWeโ€™ve had plenty of time to think. If you wanted to stop, you wouldโ€™ve done it already.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t think you understand what Iโ€™m trying to say.โ€
โ€œThen please enlighten me.โ€
Instead of answering right away, he leans in, his lips finding the curve of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and then heโ€™s gently pulling the tender flesh between his lips that draws a sudden moan from your throat. The sound seems to fuel him, and before you can even register whatโ€™s happening, his fingers are already slipping lower, exploring the soft space between your thighs.
โ€œWhat if I want more than this?โ€ His fingers inch closer, teasingly brushing against your heat with a slowness that borders on torment. โ€œWhat if I want everything?โ€
Your hips buck against his hand. โ€œEverything?โ€
โ€œEverything,โ€ he confirms. โ€œNot just tonight.โ€
The words send a ripple of electricity that blooms deep in your core. When his fingers finally slip between your folds, a sharp gasp escapes your lips before you can hold it back.
โ€œYouโ€ฆ you mean you wantโ€ฆ more than this? More than just usโ€ฆ here?โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ he replies, his voice catching like gravel in his throat as his fingers trace over the slickness heโ€™s found. โ€œDoes that scare you?โ€
For a moment, words fail you. The slow, coaxing rhythm of his fingers pulls you deeper into a haze where coherent thoughts are hard to grasp. Thereโ€™s a pause, a heartbeat where he stops. Waiting.
โ€œNo,โ€ you confess, the truth slipping out more easily than you expected. โ€œIt doesnโ€™t.โ€
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. โ€œIt doesnโ€™t?โ€
Your lungs expand, filling with a rush of oxygen and a nervous flutter that lands somewhere in the pit of your stomach. โ€œI think this is the right time to tell you Iโ€™ve had a crush on you for a while.โ€
Spencer stays motionless for a beat. Then something shiftsโ€”his gaze softens, and a small, almost incredulous smile curves his lips. โ€œYou have a crush on me?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€
โ€œAs inโ€ฆ you have feelings for me?โ€
โ€œMm-hmm.โ€
โ€œSo youโ€™re not justโ€ฆ turned on right now?โ€
โ€œWell, that too,โ€ you admit with a grin, your fingers brushing the back of his neck. โ€œBut itโ€™s more than that. I really like you.โ€
His smile widens, and his fingers begin to move again, circling your clit with just the right pressure to pull a sharp intake of breath from you. Itโ€™s as though your confession is a final green light heโ€™d been waiting for. โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you say anything?โ€
Your teeth catch your lip, struggling to hold back fragments of breath. โ€œI thought it was obvious,โ€ you manage between heavy exhales. โ€œWhy do you think I always stay late?"
"To avoid traffic?"
You huff. "I tried to be around you as much as possible, Spencer."
His fingers toy at the edge of your entrance, tracing the slick, warm wetness that clings to his skin as a quiet hum rumbles in his chest. โ€œYou know Iโ€™m not always the best at picking up social cues.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re a profiler.โ€ Your breath catches halfway between a gasp and a sigh when he slides a finger in. โ€œYou're supposed to notice everything."
He lets your words settle, eyes narrowing slightly as he turns them over in his mind.
โ€œI guess I was too focused on trying not to cross any lines to see the ones you were trying to draw."
A soft moan escapes your lips as another finger slides in.
โ€œI'mโ€ฆ glad you finally caught on."
"I'm catching on now.โ€
His eyes drop to the way your body greedily takes his fingers. The sight alone sends a rush of heat straight to his gut like a line of fire winding up through his chest and spreading into his limbs. Youโ€™re dripping, the slick sound of your arousal nearly derails him as he continues to watch the wetness coat his fingers with every slow thrust.
โ€œSince when have you had this crush?โ€ He asks curiously.
Thereโ€™s a beat of silence, only punctuated by the soft, breathy noises escaping you. When he finally looks up, he catches the way your face scrunches in pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes barely open, and he canโ€™t help but find it almost unbearably adorable. The corners of his lips twitch with a quiet laugh before he leans in, pressing the softest itโ€™s okay, you can tell me kiss against your lips.
โ€œSince when?โ€
You blink your eyes open at his question, and thereโ€™s a flush of embarrassment in your cheeks.
โ€œSinceโ€”โ€ you start, but your voice catches when he curls his fingers slightly, and you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning. He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a barely-contained grin.
โ€œSince?โ€ he prompts again.
You swallow the lump tightening in your throat. โ€œSince you interviewed me for the job."
He absorbs your words. "Thatโ€™sโ€ฆ more than a while."
"It was innocent at the time," you confess, trying to regain some control over your thoughts. "Just a silly little crush."
His pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, and whatever sense of composure you had left is slipping away piece by piece. โ€œWhat changed?โ€
Desperation claws at you with every passing second, your hips moving against his hand as you scramble to gather your thoughts. But the way his fingers are mapping every sensitive spot makes it nearly impossible to articulate anything coherent. He doesnโ€™t miss the way your breath stutters, or how your words break apart into fragmented attempts to answer.
โ€œI-Iโ€”โ€ you stammer, wincing as the words catch in your throat before you finally manage to continue, โ€œI probably shouldnโ€™t sayโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhy not?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s embarrassing."
He lets out a soft laugh. โ€œTell me anyway,โ€ he urges. โ€œI want to hear it.โ€
You fall quiet again, and the only sounds that fill the space between you is the ragged pull of your breaths and the slick rhythm of his fingers pumping lazily inside you. The words sit heavy on your tongue, threatening to disappear if you donโ€™t say them quickly enough.
"Remember whenโ€ฆ you taught Violet how toโ€ฆ ride her bike?โ€
He tilts his head slightly. Thereโ€™s a furrow in his brow as he searches your face. โ€œYouโ€™re going to have to be more specific, there were a lot of lessons.โ€
โ€œThe very first time.โ€
โ€œAh,โ€ he muses. โ€œAround June, then.โ€
You nod. โ€œWhen Iโ€ฆ saw you with her that day, I-Iโ€ฆ I got curious.โ€
His fingers falter, just slightly, the subtle pause enough to show that youโ€™ve grabbed his attention. โ€œCurious?โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ you whisper. โ€œYou were so adorable with herโ€ฆ and I started thinking about what it would be likeโ€ฆ to have your kids.โ€
If there was ever a moment to leave him utterly speechless, this was it. His brain seems to stall, the gears grinding to a halt as the reality of what youโ€™ve said settles in. Heโ€™s spent so much time trying to be the one holding it all together, but now? Now all he could picture was you holding a babyโ€”his babyโ€”and the thought sent his mind reeling, knocking him off balance in a way he didnโ€™t expect.
โ€œYouโ€ฆ thought about that?โ€
Your fingers trails his shoulder before slipping up into his hair, curling gently at the nape of his neck. โ€œIt crossed my mind more than once.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™sโ€”โ€ wow. He leans his forehead against yours. โ€œNot embarrassing. At all.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s probably the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life.โ€
You let out a soft chuckle, gently pulling on his curls before drawing his bottom lip into a gentle suck. โ€œItโ€™s never been innocent since then.โ€
Goosebumps rises along his skin, and the heat pooling low in his stomach tightens as he grows impossibly harder. โ€œYeah?โ€
โ€œIโ€™ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.โ€
His jaw clenches.
Heโ€™s so close to completely losing it.
โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t say things like that,โ€ he mutters, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.
โ€œWhy.. why not?โ€
โ€œBecause I might give you exactly what you want.โ€ When he feels you clench around him, he huffs in amusement. โ€œOh, you like that, donโ€™t you?โ€
Thereโ€™s a tender spot he finds deep inside, one that feels achingly sensitive, and your mouth falls open, a soundless gasp escaping before you can catch it.
โ€œYou really mean it,โ€ he says, more a realization than a question, as he watches your body go pliant beneath his touch.
โ€œI do,โ€ you manage to say.
โ€œYou want me that way?โ€
You nod frantically. โ€œWant your cum in me.โ€
The second those words leave your lips, his groan rumbles through his chest, and you swallow it down as his mouth crashes into yours. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing and tongues tangling in a chaotic rhythm thatโ€™s both desperate and needy. When he finally pulls away, youโ€™re left panting, your lips swollen, his forehead resting against yours.
โ€œNever wouldโ€™ve guessed you had such a dirty mouth."
"There's a lot of thing you don't know about me."
His breath brushes against your lips as he whispers, โ€œIโ€™m starting to figure that out.โ€
When he slowly withdraws his fingers, you canโ€™t help the soft whimper that escapes your throat. Your eyes follow his every move as he sits up and settles between your thighs. Youโ€™ve always thought Spencer was an attractive man, and youโ€™d be lying if you said you hadnโ€™t admired the way his shirts fit just snug enough to hint at what was underneath. But seeing him naked like this? That was a whole new level of breathtaking.
Your gaze trails down his frame, landing on the soft curve of his stomach, something you'd secretly adored every time it pressed against his dress shirts. It was even more captivating without anything hiding it now, especially with the trail of dark hair leading down. Soft, scattered strands, drawing your eyes right to the place where you canโ€™t help but stare.
He gives himself a slow pump. Once. Twice. And then, finally, you feel the firm pressure of his tip pressing between your folds.
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ he asks, the head of his cock sliding over your sensitive skin. โ€œThere's a condom in my drawer."
Your body tenses at the thought of him pulling back, and without thinking, your hand reaches between the two of you, wrapping around his cock before he can pull away. โ€œWhen was the last time you got tested?โ€
He exhales sharply. โ€œA few months ago,โ€ he mutters, hips twitching against your grip despite himself. โ€œIf there was any risk, I wouldnโ€™t even consider this without telling you.โ€
โ€œI got tested last month,โ€ you assure him quickly. โ€œWeโ€™re both safe.โ€
He nods absentmindedly. โ€œWe canโ€ฆ still grab the condom if you wantโ€ฆโ€
โ€œSpencer,โ€ you interrupt, gently brushing the bead of precum that had formed at his tip. โ€œI thought I made it clear I want you to cum inside me.โ€
He can only stare as your delicate finger trails along the thick vein. It feels like all the oxygen heโ€™s desperately clinging to has been sucked from his lungs.
โ€œI know you said you donโ€™t want to take advantage of meโ€ฆโ€ you continue, guiding him right to your entrance. โ€œBut I really want you to.โ€
He finally lets out a low, gruff sound, something between a growl and a sigh as he slowly pushes himself in. His eyes are locked on the sight of your walls stretching to accommodate his size, watching as your body struggles to take him.
"You should stop talking like that," he rasps through gritted teeth. "Iโ€™m barely holding it together."
"Here's another thing you should know about me.โ€
He ruts gently into you. A push. A pull.
A heartbeat in between.
โ€œI really like it rough."
Thatโ€™s all it takes.
He slams his hips into yours.
Intense doesnโ€™t even begin to describe what he feels. Itโ€™s more like a surge, a rush of heat and desperation that floods every inch of him the same time you cry out. His throat tightens, constricting around breaths he canโ€™t seem to catch as he resorts to inhaling sharply through his nose.
โ€œJesusโ€ฆ you feel soโ€”โ€ His words falter, his voice rough and breathless as his fingers figs into your skin. His chest rises and falls with each labored breaths, and his eyes squeezes shut for a moment.
Tight. Warm. Wet. Thatโ€™s exactly how you feel.
"Perfect." His large hands grips your waist. โ€œYouโ€™re perfect.โ€
You mewl at his words, the sound spilling from your lips before you can stop it, and the soft, needy noise is enough to make his eyes flicker open. He begins to pull back, just enough to make you whimper from the sudden loss of contact, but before you can catch your breath, he snaps his hips forward with a rough, powerful thrust.
Your hands fly to his arms, holding onto him tightly. "Spencerโ€ฆ Pleaseโ€ฆโ€
He lets out a sigh.
No man is immune to that tone of desperation, least of all Spencer. Not when youโ€™re offering yourself to him like something out of a dream. Not when your eyes lock onto his with a look that belongs more to an angelโ€”if angels could be so helpless and desperate. Because what angel pleads with every breath for more?
What angel cries out as he holds your hips firmly in place and thrusts with a force that drives you to the brink of sanity?
Heโ€™s mesmerized. His eyes track the way your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. Thereโ€™s something almost greedy in the way his gaze roams over you, but itโ€™s when he locks onto where your bodies meet that he really loses himself. A glossy ring coats his cock each time he pulls out, and when he pushes back in, the friction between your bodies creates a lewd, wet sound that fills the room.
He laughs. Not out of mockery, but out of sheer delight.
Youโ€™re an angel wrapped in sin.
โ€œI canโ€™tโ€”oh god, right thereโ€”โ€ Your nails leave little crescents moon on his skin. โ€œYouโ€™re soโ€ฆ so deep.โ€
Youโ€™re really testing his limits, and Spencer knows heโ€™s very far from a violent man, but right now, the temptation to cover your mouth with his hand is becoming dangerously real. Although with the way youโ€™re writhing beneath him, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, heโ€™s sure youโ€™d probably enjoy it.
โ€œSpencerโ€ฆโ€
His balls slaps your ass as he slams into you.
โ€œO-Ohโ€”fuck, Iโ€™m gonna cum.โ€
He squeezes your waist tightly. โ€œAlready?โ€
โ€œNgh.โ€
Your grip loosens on his arm, and before he can fully process whatโ€™s happening, your fingers dance along your clit. It takes all his willpower not to spill into you right then and there when he feels you tighten around him in response. But he holds on, because he needs you to cum first. He needs to feel your velvety walls flutter along the rigid veins of his cock, needs to watch the way your body tenses with pleasure.
He needs to feel it more than once.
He lets you have your first orgasm. Although letting seems like the wrong word. Thereโ€™s nothing passive about it. Heโ€™s making you cum, driving you to it with each calculated thrust. Youโ€™re toying with your clit, rubbing in frantic circles just like you do whenever you touch yourself with the thought of him, but this time, itโ€™s even more intense. This time, heโ€™s inside you. And this time, it takes only a few moments for the tension to snap.
You clamp down on him. Hard. So hard that his movement falters for a second, but he quickly recovers, thrusting into you with a relentless rhythm. Just as you start to catch your breath, he pulls out, and youโ€™re left in that delicious, dizzy haze, but your mind is even more disoriented when his face suddenly lowers between your thighs.
โ€œOh, youโ€™re gonnaโ€”โ€ you moan as his shoulders nudge your legs apart, opening you wider for him. โ€œSpencer, you donโ€™t have toโ€”โ€
Before you can finish, before you even take another breath, the tip of his tongue flicks out.
โ€œI want to.โ€
And he means it. He dives in with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt. His tongue starts firm and flat, pressing against you before dragging slowly upward, gathering your slickness in one deliberate sweep. Then he changes rhythm, the broad strokes shifting into something more focused, alternating between gentle flicks and deep, hungry pulls, and itโ€™s doing things to you that no amount of late-night fantasies could have prepared you for.
Your head is all over the place that you reach out blindly, trying to find something solid, but the air merely glides over your skin. You stretch for the edge of the bed, fingertips just skimming the surface before your arms flail helplessly in the empty space. He notices your struggle almost immediately, and without missing a beat, he pulls back, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders.
โ€œHere,โ€ he says, reaching out his arms toward you. โ€œGive me your hands.โ€
Gladly. The second your fingers lock with his, a sense of grounding floods you, though it does nothing to ease the intensity of what heโ€™s doing. If anything, it sharpens. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders flex under your thighs as he positions himself. And sure, your legs somehow feel weightless, like theyโ€™re floating in the air, but the rest of you?
Youโ€™re a mess of nerve endings on fire.
Itโ€™s impossible to think clearly when every cell in your body is buzzing. Your thoughts scatter the second his mouth moves in that devastating way, driving you out of your mind. You try to hold on to some semblance of control, but who are you kidding? He has officially turned you into a puddle of desperate, needy nerves, and you donโ€™t even care.
It doesnโ€™t take long before that coil snaps, and when it does, your entire body trembles. Itโ€™s always the second orgasm. The first is a tease, a little warm-up. The second one is the worstโ€”or the best, depending on how you look at it. It doesnโ€™t just tug at your edges, it tears right through, leaving you gasping and shaking and completely undone like every part of you has been pulled apart and put back together very wrong.
His mouth is glazed with your slick when he finally pulls away. โ€œGood?โ€
You can barely feel your legs.
โ€œSpeechless,โ€ is your answer.
His nose twitches in amusement as his hand leaves yours only for them to slide down your body, gently coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist. โ€œContinue?โ€
โ€œPlease.โ€
A palm slips down your thigh. โ€œDid you mean what you said earlier?โ€
You swipe your tongue across your bottom lip as he hovers above you. โ€œAbout what?โ€
โ€œAbout taking advantage of you.โ€
You huff out a sigh. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t have said it if I didnโ€™t mean it.โ€
โ€œSay it again,โ€ he urges, guiding his cock smoothly along your folds before your whines travel into his ears. Ah, there it is. This is the sound that would greet him in heaven, if such a place existed for someone like him. Men whoโ€™ve taken lives to save others. Men who carry too many regrets to count. Spencer knows heโ€™s not the kind of person heaven was built for, but if it were, heโ€™s certain it would sound exactly like the breathy moan that escapes your lips.
And heโ€™s tasted the afterlife, once, when he was youngerโ€”drifting somewhere between consciousness and oblivion with a ghost of a needle stuck in his arm. But nothing about that brush with death was like this. This feels like heโ€™s been pulled back into something he didnโ€™t believe he deserved.
โ€œSay it again.โ€
Heโ€™s pleading now. It sounds awfully like a prayer.
โ€œI want you to take advantage of me,โ€ you say, the words spilling from your lips like a soft, sinful confession, music to his ears. An angel. โ€œI want all of it.โ€
He takes your hands again. โ€œSo you wonโ€™t be mad if I get a little rough?โ€
โ€œIโ€™d be disappointed if you didnโ€™t.โ€
Thatโ€™s all he needs. He gently pushes your hands above your head, pinning them to the mattress, his fingers lacing through yours as his weight presses you into the bed. Thereโ€™s a sudden rushโ€”like a switch has flipped that it knocks the breath out of you. Your heart skips a beat, but not from nerves. No, this is anticipation, excitement.
You test his hold on you, just to see what happens, but his grip stays firm, almost daring you to resist.
โ€œYou asked for this,โ€ he warns as he shifts his hips, aligning himself right to your entrance.
You shake your head. ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝI begged for this.โ€
He laughs, a flash of teeth in the dim light. โ€œYeah,โ€ he breathes, his grip tightening as he presses deeper, โ€œyou did.โ€
A breathless whine escapes your lips as he fills you.
Angel, angel, angel.
He looks at you with a kind of reverence that borders on worship, though his movements are anything but saintly. Thereโ€™s nothing gentle or innocent about the way heโ€™s taking you, and thereโ€™s a quiet madness in the way you respond. Making love would be too tame, too soft for what this is. But fucking seems too crude, too disconnected for the way your eyes meet his, for the way you say his name like a prayer and a demand all at once.
The moment your voice breaks, breathless and needy, something inside him snaps. He feels the tightness coiling in his gut, and once it starts, thereโ€™s no stopping it. The pressure is mounting, and with every hard thrust it becomes harder to hold back. He knows he should slow down, give you a moment to catch your breath, but he canโ€™tโ€”his body wonโ€™t let him.
His fingers tighten around yours. Heโ€™s moving with a single-minded intensity now, pushing you flat against the mattress, your body pliant beneath him. The bed creaks every time he moves and your legs wrap tighter around his hips as you squeeze your eyes shut.
Spencer leans down, brushing his lips against yours, so close but never quite closing the distance, like even the simplest kiss would shatter him too soon. Instead, he rests his forehead on top of yours and whispers, โ€œlโ€™m sorry, Iโ€™m sorry, Iโ€™m sorry,โ€ over and over, like heโ€™s stuck on some endless loop. Itโ€™s not a real apology, not for anything heโ€™s done, but for how much he needs you and how heโ€™s afraid of breaking you with how much he canโ€™t hold back.
Heโ€™s so close and he knows heโ€™s not going to last much longer.
โ€œIโ€™mโ€”โ€ He groans as he feels the tension in his body snap, the wave building up in his spine and crashing down with brutal intensity. โ€œIโ€”fuckโ€”I canโ€™t hold itโ€”โ€
Youโ€™re barely coherent yourself, but your voice comes out strong. A little breathless.
โ€œInside,โ€ you gasp, your legs tightening around his waist. โ€œI want it inside.โ€
Your words push him over the edge. He shudders, hips stuttering as he buries himself as deep as he can the moment the last thread of his restraint snaps. He can feel it, the way he pulses inside you, filling you completely. Every thrust is accompanied by a harsh groan as his release paints your walls, and the sound of your soft, desperate whines only pushes him deeper into the overwhelming pleasure.
When it finally becomes too much, he carefully pulls out. But the intensity is still coursing through his veins, and heโ€™s too addicted to the sound of your sound, too drawn to the way your body trembles beneath him.
His hand drifts from your wrist almost on instinct, tracing its way down between your legs. He doesnโ€™t need to see the mess heโ€™s madeโ€”he can feel it. Thereโ€™s a fleeting moment where he pauses, almost in awe, before his fingers brush over your clit, and your hips jerk in response. Heโ€™s not even sure if heโ€™s teasing you or himself at this point, but heโ€™s too far gone to care.
He slides two fingers inside you.
Your back arches instantly, your nipples brushing against his chest, and you gasp, fully aware of what heโ€™s trying to do. โ€œOhโ€ฆ Iโ€”I canโ€™tโ€ฆโ€
He shakes his head. โ€œYou can,โ€ he reassures you, watching in fascination as he pushes the white liquid of his release deeper into you. His gaze snaps back to yours. โ€œI think you can give me one more.โ€
Your body trembles, and you canโ€™t hold back the soft, broken cry that escapes your lips.
โ€œSpencerโ€ฆโ€
He loosens his grip on your hand, guiding it gently to rest around his neck. โ€œPlease,โ€ he begs, his lips brushing your skin, โ€œfor me?โ€
The way he says it makes it impossible for you to deny him. And he knows it. He feels it in the way your nails dig into the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the tension inside you builds again. His fingers work faster, more desperate now, curling inside you just the way you like.
Heโ€™s watching, waiting, and when you finally cum again, itโ€™s like witnessing something so divine. Your body shakes beneath him, a violent, beautiful quake that feels like itโ€™s pulling him into its orbit. Heโ€™s unable to tear his eyes away as your head tilts back, lips parting with a choked moan thatโ€™s as delicate as it is devastating like an angelโ€™s breath caught on the edge of rapture.
If angels looked this breathtaking in heaven, no wonder people were willing to risk damnation.
Spencer smiles wryly to himself.
Since when did he become so religious?
Another strangled moan escapes your lips. When your orgasm finally subsides, your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, and with what little strength you have left, you reach up and yank weakly at his mop of brown curls.
โ€œโ€ฆno more.โ€
He smiles softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple. โ€œNo more,โ€ he agrees, pulling his fingers from you carefully.
Without saying a word, he slips off the bed and disappears from the room, only to come back with a damp towel in his hand. You expect him to hand it over to you, but youโ€™re surprised when he kneels at the edge of the bed, gently spreading your legs apart.
Your skin tingles under his gaze as he stares at the mess between your thighs.
โ€œThat wasโ€ฆโ€ he starts as he begins to wipe the towel over you. โ€œโ€ฆvery reckless of us.โ€
With a small, tired smile, you mutter, โ€œYou donโ€™t seem too bothered by it.โ€
He glances up at you. โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ he admits, finishing his cleanup and setting the towel aside. โ€œBut that doesnโ€™t mean I shouldnโ€™t at least pretend to be responsible.โ€
You reach for him as he climbs back into bed. โ€œWould it make you feel better if I told you Iโ€™m on birth control?โ€
He exhales a breath he didnโ€™t even realize he was holding, his body visibly relaxing as he lets out a quiet laugh. โ€œIt definitely helps,โ€ he says, tucking you under his chin, โ€œbut Iโ€™m still going to try to be more careful next time.โ€
Your grin is as wide as the warmth spreading through your chest. โ€œNext time?โ€
He smiles softly. โ€œI meant what I said earlier.โ€
โ€œWhich part? You said a lot of things.โ€
โ€œYou know what I mean,โ€ he insists.
โ€œI know. But I want to hear it again.โ€
The tip of his nose brushes yours. โ€œI want everything.โ€
โ€œEverything?โ€
โ€œEvery single part of you.โ€
You take a deep breath. A whiff of his sweat and the faintest trace of soap clings around your senses until you release a happy sigh. โ€œDo you think Violet will be okay with this? With us?โ€
His hand slips to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he tilts his head to look at you. โ€œShe already loves you,โ€ he reassures you. โ€œSheโ€™s more adaptable than you think. And she trusts you.โ€
โ€œBut... what if it changes things for her?โ€
โ€œIt will change things,โ€ he admits. โ€œBut all the changes will be good ones."
You mull over his words. โ€œYou think so?โ€
โ€œI know so, because you make her happy. You make both of us happy, anโ€”โ€
He stops, his lips just barely parted as he catches himself.
He almost said it. He almost called you angel.
โ€œWhat?โ€
He shakes his head slightly, a faint embarrassed smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Iโ€™m just really happy,โ€ he explains, his fingers absentmindedly brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. Thereโ€™s a curious look in your eyes, but instead of pressing him, you bury yourself into his neck, which heโ€™s quietly grateful for because heโ€™s not sure he could have explained himself without sounding like a total sap.
And maybe he is a sap, but even heโ€™s aware that words like that shouldnโ€™t be thrown around too soon, especially after just one night. Not before things settle in, before everything feels a little less like a dream and more like reality.
But he thinks about it. Oh, he thinks about it. The word stubbornly lingers at the edge of his mind heโ€™s keeping for another time. He imagines letting it slip on some quiet morning, when youโ€™re half-asleep and bundled in his shirt, golden sunlight filtering through the window to cast a warm glow across your skin. Or maybe when you meet him at the door after a long day, and Violet runs up, chattering away while you smile at him with that look that feels like coming home.
He can picture it falling easily from his lips someday, maybe even in a future where youโ€™re holding the baby you had wondered about having with him and heโ€™s standing there, watching you like someone who canโ€™t quite believe his luck.
Heโ€™ll say it with a kind of certainty then. Not as a prayer, not as some lofty declaration of divine grace.
And when that moment comes, without hesitation, heโ€™ll finally call you his angel.
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scealaiscoite ยท 2 months ago
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โ‹†หšเฟ” build-a-fic ๐œ—๐œšหšโ‹†
โžด chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heartโ€™s content!
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๐“‚ƒ เฃชห– ึดึถึธ a piece of dialogue
๊’ฐ 1 ๊’ฑ โ€œi canโ€™t fucking believe this.โ€
๊’ฐ 2 ๊’ฑ โ€œwhat they said back there. is it true?โ€
๊’ฐ 3 ๊’ฑ โ€œitโ€™s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!โ€
๊’ฐ 4 ๊’ฑ โ€œyou know how much i care about you.โ€
๊’ฐ 5 ๊’ฑ โ€œtheyโ€™re never going to hurt you again.โ€
๊’ฐ 6 ๊’ฑ โ€œhere, letโ€™s get you warmed up.โ€
๊’ฐ 7 ๊’ฑ โ€œi didnโ€™t do it. please, you have to believe me!โ€
๊’ฐ 8 ๊’ฑ โ€œiโ€™m taking you home, and thatโ€™s that.โ€
๊’ฐ 9 ๊’ฑ โ€œdo you trust me?โ€
๊’ฐ 10 ๊’ฑ โ€œi canโ€™t sleep either. mind if i join you?โ€
๊’ฐ 11 ๊’ฑ โ€œyouโ€™re not your worst mistake.โ€
๊’ฐ 12 ๊’ฑ โ€œtry and eat, if you can. itโ€™ll make you feel better.โ€
๊’ฐ 13 ๊’ฑ โ€œi say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.โ€
๊’ฐ 14 ๊’ฑ โ€œtheyโ€™re going to surround us. we need to get ready.โ€
๊’ฐ 15 ๊’ฑ โ€œi need you to leave.โ€
๊’ฐ 16 ๊’ฑ โ€œwe canโ€™t be seen together like this. not anymore.โ€
๊’ฐ 17 ๊’ฑ โ€œitโ€™s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.โ€
๊’ฐ 18 ๊’ฑ โ€œitโ€™s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long wonโ€™t kill us.โ€
๊’ฐ 19 ๊’ฑ โ€œitโ€™s getting dark, we should think about heading back.โ€
๊’ฐ 20 ๊’ฑ โ€œwhat have i told you about coming here?!โ€
๐“‚ƒ เฃชห– ึดึถึธ an emotion
๊’ฐ A ๊’ฑ disdain
๊’ฐ B ๊’ฑ grief
๊’ฐ C ๊’ฑ ecstasy
๊’ฐ D ๊’ฑ disbelief
๊’ฐ E ๊’ฑ anxiety
๊’ฐ F ๊’ฑ contentment
๊’ฐ G ๊’ฑ drunkenness
๊’ฐ H ๊’ฑ enjoyment
๊’ฐ I ๊’ฑ confusion
๊’ฐ J ๊’ฑ fear
๊’ฐ K ๊’ฑ hunger
๊’ฐ L ๊’ฑ relief
๊’ฐ M ๊’ฑ distrust
๊’ฐ N ๊’ฑ fondness
๊’ฐ O ๊’ฑ delight
๊’ฐ P ๊’ฑ hurt
๊’ฐ Q ๊’ฑ love
๊’ฐ R ๊’ฑ sickness
๊’ฐ S ๊’ฑ exhaustion
๊’ฐ T ๊’ฑ betrayal
๐“‚ƒ เฃชห– ึดึถึธ a setting
๊’ฐ ๐“†‰ ๊’ฑ the corner bed in a hospital ward
๊’ฐ ๐“…จ ๊’ฑ a spare bedroom
๊’ฐ ๐“†ฃ ๊’ฑ an alleyway behind a dive bar
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒฐ ๊’ฑ a mountainside shrouded in fog
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒ— ๊’ฑ a skeevy motel just off the highway
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒฑ ๊’ฑ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒŸ ๊’ฑ the lush, indulgent foyer of a memberโ€™s only club
๊’ฐ ๐“†Ÿ ๊’ฑ the war room of a military blacksite
๊’ฐ ๐“†ˆ ๊’ฑ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket
๊’ฐ ๐“…ซ ๊’ฑ the bedside of someone who doesnโ€™t want you there
๊’ฐ ๐“…Ÿ ๊’ฑ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒต ๊’ฑ a rickety old barnโ€™s hayloft
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒ“ ๊’ฑ at work, far later than you should be
๊’ฐ ๐“†Œ ๊’ฑ a strangerโ€™s bed at dawn
๊’ฐ ๐“† ๊’ฑ an airplane hanger
๊’ฐ ๐“…ญ ๊’ฑ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear
๊’ฐ ๐“†— ๊’ฑ the kitchen of a derelict house
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒข ๊’ฑ the dressing room of a luxury department store
๊’ฐ ๐“†ง ๊’ฑ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes
๊’ฐ ๐“ƒ” ๊’ฑ a beach at low tide
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shoccoe ยท 1 month ago
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Soโ€ฆ I may or may not have written an entire Conlang based on a single joke in Minecraft Parkour Civilization 2. That would be ridiculous. Aha. Hahahaha. Ha.
*cough*
A Quick Guide to Writing in Parkour
Flourish List.
You add these in front of blocks to change their meaning. Thereโ€™s a key at the bottom containing the Parkour alphabet which demonstrates how the space, 180ยฐ, 360ยฐ, and 720ยฐ Flourishes are used to refer to specific English-Letter analogs.
_ = Space
C = 180ยฐ Flourish = 5 spaces
O = 360ยฐ Flourish = 10 spaces
8 = 720ยฐ Flourish = 20 spaces
? = Reverse = Reverses input
^ = Vertical Jump = Raises Intensity
v = Drop = Lowers Intensity
Block List.
These are the building blocks (lmfao) of the language and are what would be counted as an โ€œinputโ€ or โ€œletterโ€. Also included are short legends under each block describing what each flourish does to each block!
(Note! _,C,O, and 8 cannot be applied to any block other than [ ] and H)
[ ] = Block = Grammatical Value
(?[ ] = Capitalized)
(^[ ] = Impassioned)
(v[ ] = Depressed)
H = Fence = Numerical Value
(?H = Negative)
(^H = Exponential)
(vH = Square Root)
u = Pot = Period
(?u = Comma)
(^u = Hyphen/Equality)
(vu = Parentheses)
I = Pane = Question
(?I = Exclamation)
(^I = Command)
(vI = Sarcasm)
% = Brewing Stand = Addition
(?% = Subtraction)
(^% = Multiplication)
(v% = Division)
Alphabet
a = [ ]
b = _[ ]
c = __[ ]
ch = ___[ ]
d = ____[ ]
e = C[ ]
f = _C[ ]
g = __C[ ]
h = ___C[ ]
i = ____C[ ]
j = O[ ]
l = _O[ ]
m = __O[ ]
n = ___O[ ]
o = ____O[ ]
p = OC[ ]
r = _OC[ ]
s = __OC[ ]
sh = ___OC[ ]
t = ____OC[ ]
th = 8[ ]
u = _8[ ]
v = __8[ ]
w = ___8[ ]
y = ____8[ ]
Numbers
0 = H
1 = _H
2 = __H
3 = ___H
4 = ____H
5 = CH
6 = _CH
7 = __CH
8 = ___CH
9 = ____CH
Now that you have all the tools, letโ€™s put it all together~!
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
?8[ ]____C[ ]__OC[ ] ____C[ ]__OC[ ] OC[ ][ ]_OC[ ]__[ ]____O[ ]_8[ ]_OC[ ]?I
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?C[ ][ ]____OC[ ] 8[ ]C[ ] _OC[ ]____C[ ]___[ ]^I
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Big thanks to my friend PrismaticKoi for giving me the idea and helping me figure this all out! Working with her made this process super fun!!!
Enjoy Parkour-!!! Iโ€™ll be coding an English<โ€”>Parkour translator at some point, so stick around to find that!!
All of you need to go watch Minecraft Parkour Civilization though. Itโ€™s seriously fantastic.
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โ€” ART DONALDSON NSFW ALPHABET
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NOTES โ€” been deep in my mike faist era for the longest time and iโ€™m so obsessed w art itโ€™s bad, so here we are! hope you enjoy <3.
WARNINGS โ€” 18 + content mdni, fem!reader, not proofread
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A = Aftercare (what theyโ€™re like after sex)
needy as fuck. heโ€™ll grab his shirt that had been tossed to the floor to clean you up quickly before tossing it back onto the floor and just wrapping himself around you, keeping his head on your chest.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโ€™s)
he looooves his arms, he always liked them, but maybe how much you like them is what made them his favorite. heโ€™s obsessed with your legs, he loves the way they feel when theyโ€™re wrapped around his head while heโ€™s eating you out or how they feel wrapped around his waist when heโ€™s pounding into you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he loves to cum on your tits. itโ€™s his favorite place to cum, other than inside of you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
the two of you met in college, when he was much less experienced, so one time when patrick is visiting he recruits him into teaching him how to fuck you better. art knew he was alright but he wanted to be great for you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโ€™re doing?)
not super experienced, sure heโ€™d fooled around some before he met you but thatโ€™s about it. with some help from patrick he definitely knows what heโ€™s doing.
F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)
cowgirl. heโ€™s a tit guy and loves that he can see your tits bouncing in his face while youโ€™re riding him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
it can go either way, usually heโ€™s a little on the goofy side, but sometimes, after a bad match heโ€™s not in the mood to be goofy.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
not clean shaved by any means but he keeps everything under control.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
the most romantic. showering you with love and affection is all that he wants to do <3.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
used to jerk off so often, but as the two of you got older he did it less and less but maybe thatโ€™s because you were always there to do it for him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
praise kink (giving or receiving), size kink, spit kink, little bit of a mommy kink if heโ€™s feeling really needy.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his dorm, his car (but only if parked in a decently secluded place), or the shower.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
winning gets him going, the adrenaline from the game and from winning gets the best of him every time.
N = No (something they wouldnโ€™t do, turn offs)
no choking, you specifically, every once in a while heโ€™d be okay with you lightly squeezing his throat while youโ€™re on top of him riding him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
definitely prefers giving, heโ€™d spend as long as you let him finding out what makes you tick, exploring every inch of your cunt, but heโ€™d never turn down a blowjob if offered.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
both! but usually fast and rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he loves them. a quickie before a match or before you leave for class, always put you both in a good mood.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes and no, it just depends on what you or he wanted to try. but heโ€™d always at least consider it for a while if you were to ask to try something new.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
2-3 rounds usually, sometimes it could be 4. he lasts a decent while, as long as he gets you off first then heโ€™ll let himself cum, though sometimes heโ€™s cum in his pants when heโ€™s eating you out but really itโ€™s a win-win situation.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
heโ€™ll use your vibe on you every once in a while but usually heโ€™s not huge on toy usage. but heโ€™s not completely against it either.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he gets better at it over time but youโ€™re usually the one doing all the teasing instead of him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
so loud, heโ€™s always whimpering and whining and moaning in your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
just like patrick, heโ€™d try and feel put how you felt about having a threesome with patrick, because at the end of the day, whether theyโ€™d admit it or not theyโ€™re not complete without the other but that doesnโ€™t mean he loves you any less, because trust that man to be absolutely obsessed with you.
X = X-ray (letโ€™s see whatโ€™s going on under those clothes)
a good 5-6 inches soft, and pretty girthy too. and he knows just how to use it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
pretty high. heโ€™s obsessed with you and obsessed with fucking you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
oh heโ€™s out like a light. his eyes are droopy when heโ€™s cleaning you up but the moment his head falls onto your chest, heโ€™s done for.
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