#passion cuple

[fleur0516]

[goddess-of-hunting]

Can you do me a favour and please yourself for me?

[juniosproe]

🚙👩‍❤️‍👨

[tagcouple]

When it comes to you I can't handle my emotions ❤️

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[feelingsonly]

[imghepa]

My everything. 🌹

[seekerfornothingness]

🔗

[zlisatelit]

[domatoosweet]

[youaremyfuture7]

É tudo que um dia vai sobrar de nós!! Eu/ Tu / Por do sol... mas talvez não na companhia um do outro. Talvez distantes segurando outro alguem do mesmo jeito que nós nos seguravamos, ou talvez sozinhos com demasiado medo de amar novamente. Mas quem sabe. Ainda tou aqui deitada ao teu lado rezando que possa ver esse por do sol até ao fim contigo!

[weasvlys]

Tutorship

Stiles Stilinki x Y/N(Female! Reader)

Warnings: Smutty, oral sex (female receiving), sweet, first time, cute and sweet stiles, aftercare, unprotected sex, explicit lenguaje

Word count: 1226.

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"You promised you would help me!" You said angrily as Stiles shook his head and turned to continue his nap, "Please?" You repeated, but he ignored you again "I'll pay you back." you said with a flirtatious and deep voice, instantly something seemed to change the boy, who now had no doubts, he wanted to help you, "In what way?" asked the black-haired man, you felt something flutter inside your abdomen, "Maybe..." you said, the boy turned towards you, sat on his bed, and putting both hands on your hips brought you closer to him, "Getting my clothes off..." you sat on his bed, next to him, you put your hand on his leg, you noticed how the boy got a little nervous, he turned his eyes towards you, "Wha-what...?" and he looked at you with lust and hunger, but at the same time, shyness and innocence, little by little, his hazel puppy eyes turned black and darkened with desire, "Maybe taking this stupid dress out." those words seemd to impresed the boy, he swallowed, and said "uh-huuuh..." said, silently on a whisper, "You like the idea?" you asked again, even more flirtatious. "uh-huh...", his mouth was opened, it was like he did't expect that, you just laugh, "Say something..." you said "uh-huuh" awnsered again, you just laugh, he was amazed, blinked a cuple of times and said "I want you to get naked..."

He got towards you, and you could feel the tension growing, his eyes on your mouth, he approach and kissed you, a kiss full of passion, wet and soft, that started to rise in intensity. His hands moved slowly to your waist, getting you closer to him, but it was still not enough, he placed his hands on your legs, making you get on his lap, and placing her core to his growing bulge. He put his hand on your butt cheeks and started to caress them softly and romantically, his mouth went open at the moment you took your dress off and nothing was underneath but your panties, he couldn't get his eyes off your breasts, "You are beautiful" he answered, he took your breasts and put it inside your mouth sucking your nipple while looking at you, you couldn't stop thinking about how hot that was, the pleasure send chills down your spine, you felt how were getting wetter and wetter every minute, you were moaning, and by every moan, he gasped, he kept one of his hand on your butt, and while he has sucked on your breasts, caress a bit rougher on your butt, you kept moaning, "You like it, huh...?" he said, mocking, you tagled your finges in his black hair, pulling it softly he turned you around, placed your back on the bed and he put right on yop of you, in that position you could feel his hard cock, even more, he rubbed him self in you, his dick touch exacly your clit, you couldn't avoid moaning, "You-you like it?" he asked, worried, "Shut up stiles" you said, still, moaning "I'm gonna take that as a yes..." said funny, and keept kissing you. 

He started to lower his kisses, first on her neck, then her chest, her abdomen, her belly button, she was feeling how the heat on her core was growing, he separated from her, took his shirt off and the girl intently directed her to look to his abdomen, she never imagines pale and skinny boy would have abs, his chest was identical to his face, pale, full of moles and his skin seemed soft, he came back to her, placing his face in between her legs, close to her core, she could feel his breathing on her crotch; he pulls his thumb out, draw a soft line in between her fold over her clothed pussy, she could resist, she started breathing heavily, a wave of heat went to her body, "You like this?" he asked, tempting her, "Sti- please..." she said, "Please what..? she responded "Please keep going" you said on a moan, "As you said" the black-hair boy said, he aproach once againg, placed his lips close to her center ans gave a sweet soft kiss, he moaned, "More" said with a line of voice, it was silent, bot the boy knew what she meant, he put his fingers on the spring of her panties, started to lower them slowly, the girl was despretate, he took them off, and finally, the boy could admire her wet crotch, get even closer, so close she could feel his breathing, he pull his tongue out, draw a line in betwen her wet fold, meking her squirm, "Ah... Stiles..." she moaned, she put her fingers in his hair and pull his head even closer to her pussy, he started kissing, sucking and licking, the girl couldn't stop moaning, it was almost porno, "More..." she said.

He stood, looked at her from that posicion, and said, "You are the most beatiful girl... Do you even know how hot you look in that position?" she just laugh, he placed his fingers on the button of his jeans, the tension was growing, she could already see his hard rock cock through his jeans, he unbuttons them, pull them down, and left only his boxers, she intatly laugh "StarWars, seriously?" she asked, "If you dont like them, then take them off." he said, she took his words, stood from her current position, sat on the edge of the bed, and pull his boxers down, his hard cock bounced out, the rip has drippin some precum, it seemd trobbing, and once again, she would've never imagined that the skinny Stiles would hace such a big jucy cock, she wanted it, now, she turned arround, getting in four "No..." he said, she turned to him "I want to see your eyes" he awnserd to her look, something in that frase make her feel butterflies, such a romantic boy, she tought.

He came closer to her, opened her legs, took his cock, and with a sweet look went inside her, they both let out a moan of satisfaction, and then he started moving, in and out, softly, and their moaning started to get higher and higher as his pace became faster and harder, "Oh my god... you feel so good." he said, starting to go even harder, making her boobs bounced, she took her by the hips and went even faster, the sound of the moaning and the hitting of their skins, they started to get sloppy and weak, she was getting closer and closer, a knot was beginning to form in her lower abdomen, she was feeling the heat coming to her pussy, her toes started curled, her legs were shaking "I'm- close, don´t stop." she said in a whisper, and suddenly, she felt 

 knot undoing, her legs were shaking, and suddently Stiles came out asn satrted to cum all over her chest, "Oh my god" he gasped.

He rested next to her, looked at her with a sweet and in love smile, "This is way better than masturbation..." he said, both laughed, the silence was formed, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was perfect, he stood, took some baby wipes and started to clean her up, "I love you..." he said on a whisper and looks at her, expectant, "I love you too stiles." the girl answered. 

[whipscenarios]

Love Galore part II (F) - Monster Woo

part one - masterlist - 1k words

“What” that was your answer. You could feel he was really nervous just by his breath, you could hear it. “I didn’t love her, I don’t want her to suffer anymore, I obviously didn’t tell her about you but I did say I was unsure of my feelings” Youngwoo said as if it was the most normal thing, “And now you want to meet me?” you questioned just wanting to hear the answer,  “I think so”, you quickly recited your adress to him and went to take the quickest shower.

The door bell could be heard. You were nervous and you didn’t even know why. Were you actually feeling something? Or it was just that adrenaline again? Maybe a mix of both but now the only thing you were thinking about was him. As you opened the door, Woo pulled you to a wild kiss, closing himself the door, “First, work,  then chat” he imposed and you only nodding, not really caring about that part.

That was the best fuck you two had out of all. His moans were more sincere, you could moan his name without guilt, it was pure, yet wild. Now the both of you were just laid down on bed, you having yourself on his chest and him caressing your hair so softly you didn’t recognize it was him. “Is everything ok with you? Was I too rough?” he asked worried and you could feel he wasn’t ok, Youngwoo would beat you up and end it without asking anything, just one cheek kiss and a farewell, “I’m just fine, maybe won’t be able to walk for the next cuple of hours but I loved it. I see more bruises though” you couldn’t help but joke and he got himself a bit up, only so he could try to see them, “Where are they? I should stop being this monster” he felt bad for the first time.

“Woo I’m fine. This isnt the first time you let me like this, I don’t even know how I survived a whole week” you giggled and he looked right into your eyes, “Was I this harsh with you all the time? I just cant control this shit, passionate sex is not my thing”, “Hey, don’t feel bad, I cant slow fuck either” you tried to make him feel ok with that situation.

After a bit of cuddling you decided to watch a movie, just chilling and recovering the energy. You could feel he was touchy and you actually liked that, and that was weird. For the first time you had seen him not only as a fling, but as someone who you could actually be liking, and somehow this seemed forbidden, imagine falling in love with someone you only had casual sex.

“Y/N” he called and you turned to him, pausing the movie, “Yes?” you answered and he adjusted himself on bed, “Hum, I-I have something to confess” fuck, you thought, could this be real?, “What Woo?” you asked only wanting to kiss him, “Let’s say I broke up because I realized I liked you, that I actually developed some feelings for you”. You froze, again, now feeling your heart flutter, not that you didn’t think about this possibility but, again, it was a possibility.

“Youngwoo, I-“ you were cut by him, “And I know I may have been tough with you that day at the parking lot, but I just couldn’t see you and not be able to touch you, to hug you, call you my baby”, you could barely say a thing, shocked as you were, Woo would arche his brown in some doubt expression, “I do feel the same” you started, finally confessing, “But I just realized it now, like, the days I spent without having some news about you, I felt like shit, I was mad, of course, but, mostly, I was worried. Worried you had forgotten me forever. Worried I wouldn’t be able to forget you. I missed your touch, I missed your hardness, your strength, and not only that, I missed talking with you, even if it was only at parties, I like being with you”.

Silence has now remained in this room. You two looked at yourselves not knowing what to do. That was when Woo finally kissed you, and it was different. It was a slow, soft kiss, he had his hands on your neck, being careful since he knew you had hickeys all over it. Your hand went to his hair, holding it tight, not wanting him to leave. It lasted long until he stopped it, “I had never felt this for anyone, not even with my ex, I feel weird, dumb, silly, I don’t know what’s happening” he said cupping your cheeks and giggling, “I feel different and it is good. I think I really like you Y/N” he confessed again and you blushed, “I like you too silly”.

And that was how you met your current boyfriend. Your partner in crime, your best part, your everything. You two had now lived together for eleven months and since that day Youngwoo changed drastically. He became soft, a cuddler, touchy, clingy, he would call you baby, love and all those nicknames couple call each other. You never felt so happy and couldn’t really imagine you would think about spending your life by his side. You felt full, well treated, as if nothing mattered more than him. Now you were even caring his baby, nothing seemed to be as perfect as that moment. You thanked yourself for that love galore you were receiving, completing your life.

[painterofhorizons]

(Lowkey desperate) work ramble ahead

Recently, I heard from two former colleagues of mine from master studies times that they got not timely limited jobs in our field in our region (aka things that theoretically don’t even exist in our field but obviously nevertheless do). And while I am glad for them, it also makes me feel even more desperate, sitting on my limited part time job position that runs out next year, knowing I don’t have what it takes to be fully competetive in my field (aka regional flexibility, willingness to work myself up to burnout while being on a shitty payment level on part time, luck for fucks sake and a finished PhD, because lets be honest, I’m not going anywhere with my project). Part of me is like: the circumstances in my fiel are SO shitty that I don’t want to stay in it anyways, while other part is: I really love my field. I love my work (most of it). Given a job with an actual perspective (aka not limited for some months not knowing where and what to do next) I might find myself happy in it. While the other part of me is manically looking for anything else to do, a completely different field as long as it is secure.

But like, lets be honest: I am envious as fuck on my former colleagues. They got jobs I would have done shit for, in our region and not timely limited (aka the impossible jobs). While, imposter syndrome aside, my CV is pretty impressive as well compared to the majority of other people graduating in my field. And what I hate most is that it is all so competetive. I don’t want to sit here envy them while they clearly deserve the jobs they got and are highly qualified for them (but so am I), all while I have a job where probably many other graduates envy me for. Welcome to hell. Why didn’t I do “something real” and chose to become a historian instead (oh, right, because I am very passionate for that. But obviously not passionate enough.)

I don’t even know what my point is. I both hate and love my field and I don’t know where to put myself in that love hate relationship. If just the circumstances were better.

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and then there is that little voice in my head telling me: if you just tried harder. You could do better. Do more. Work on your PhD in your free time just like everybody else. Then you would be competetive. Then you would also get those jobs (maybe). While the rational part of my brain is: fuck the fuck off. I am paid part time for part time work and in the rest of the time I have a second job to make money because bills and stuff and I fucking do not accept to be part of this toxic system willingly putting myself under it (aka the usual get-paid-part-time but still work 40-60h/week just because everyone else does it). Nothing will change if no one ever speaks up, also when I did that a cuple of years it got me burned out and majorly depressed and I do not want that again. Being paid part time with a part time contract? Great: more time for second job and/or hobbies as long as bills are paid.

It’s - I really really hate the system. I love my field/job, but the system sucks SO much. Really. And I wait for the day when I know what to do with that realization. (most likely aka the day my current job contract runs out again and I have to decide how to pay bills)

Just fuck it. All of it.

Now I’ll go continue working for my second job that also is just a half a year job but at least very well paid.

If anyone made it through to here: honestly thanks for listening. Thank you. It means a lot. Thank you.

[andryuska]

2, 5, 7, 12, 15, 16, 20, 22, 23, 24, 25, 29, 33, 39, 46, 48, 50 //

the excessively detailed headcanon meme ( accepting whatever i haven’t already done )

this got long, so the answer to questions i haven’t yet done are under the cut. for my reference : this post has headcanons about organization and cleanliness, goals, home / family, and processes for feeling better when drained, and wasting time.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)  & 23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

andrei would like to think himself as very organized and cleanly, and in some aspects of his life, he very much is. everything has a place in his home and work space, and when he does tidy things up, he does it meticulously —- all of his books are ordered alphabetical by author’s last name, he takes special care ot ensure all the dishes are totally cleaned off, he makes sure there’s nothing lying around on the bed, desk, or on any chairs, and if there is, he puts it where it belongs.

that said, he’s also very absent minded when it comes to mundane things like day to day cleaning, and when he uses things, he does not always remember to put them back, but instead will use them and move on with whatever is occupying his mind, because putting it back is an interruption to what he sees as more important matters. things build up, and eventually, andrei is left in a moderately disorderly space that, while everything is generally organized, it still isn’t necessarily pristine, and he doesn’t often bring himself to clean it up. some spaces of his end up in sort of an ongoing cycle, then, of clean and messy —- his study or study space being one such location.

it’s not uncommon to go into one of his prefers spaces, then, and to find little things are out of place —- a sweater thrown over a chair, a cuple books left off the shelves, some possibly still open to the page where he left off, writing utensils around wherever they’d ended up. all of it will end up back in place eventually, but not right away. 

in terms of the actually cleanness of everything, andrei either relies on others to maintain his high standards, or himself devotes at least half an hour a week to ensuring things are basically clean. he hates doing things like dusting and sweeping the floors, but he understands the benefits, and he’s very responsible, so if he has to do them, he will, it will just be in an annoyed and rather quick way, as to minimize the time he spends doing mundane things.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.

first things first, andrei hates wasting time, sees it as completely useless, and thus avoids as much as he is able the feeling that he is wasting time. he doesn’t like to be idle, and it takes a lot to make him comfortable doing things that don’t really have significance ( he’ll only really give his time over to meaninglessness for someone who he’s very close to, and even then if it’s important to their relationship, it’s not really a waste of time, is it ) and whenever he finds himself not occupied by something that is actually important, andrei will try and make tasks for himself to keep busy.

he genuinely likes to spend his free time reading —- andrei is incredibly well-read and has a lot of interest in books, having read more than what most of society has heard of and is familiar with. even if he doesn’t remember everything, he picks up knowledge from books very efficiently, and will generally be able to grasp and remember the main ideas of texts that he reads. he likes writing and responding to those ideas as well, as it makes him feel as though he’d done something useful with his time.

and when someone is important to him, and they’ve nothing to do, however they ‘waste time’ will catch his interest, even if he doesn’t genuinely like it that much —- he’ll never be one for parties or large social things, but otherwise, if he really cares, andrei will try and engage with what his partner likes to do when wasting time, even if it won’t matter to him. it’s a way that he shows his care, doing something that bothers him and trying genuinely to accept and enjoy it.

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

andrei’s goals are pretty verse dependent —- in my main canon verse, his biggest short term goal is to have bogucharovo finished completely and functional, and his smallest one is to have the supplies in his study replenished —- he uses them frequently, and so they deplete very quickly. in my main modern verse, his biggest short term goal is to do extremely well on whatever text or assignment he has due next, and actually, his smallest short term goal is the same as in canon, he is in a perpetual state of needing to buy himself some new pens because he runs through them so quickly.

25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

earlier in his life, andrei always wants to see himself at the head of some great command in five years, and he does believe that he deserve it, however whether this is actually a personal goal, or something he’s that passionate about, is hard to say. andrei wants glory because he wants to love that accompanies it, from both society and the military, and because he has expectations to meet with his family, and so personal goals are kind of impersonal for him. he wants success only in that it will bring him happiness, and so where he sees himself in the future will always be based on what he thinks will make him happy, and thus isn’t set and moves around a lot in canon. only at the end, when he’s hunting down anatole, does andrei have no real vision of himself in five years, because he doesn’t really care about living, and thus is no longer planning for the future.

modern andrei is a little more set with how he sees himself in five years, because his life is under greater control of his father, and so he has less in deciding what he wants —- it’s important to his family that he has a military career, and so in five years he sees himself enlisting or recently enlisted in the army, working toward some sort of command. that’s not what he wants ( he wants to be living a quiet life with someone who loves him, and whom he loves dearly in return ) but this isn’t realistic, and so he won’t allow himself to really think about it.

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

andrei reacts impulsively and not always intelligently to sudden things like this! when there is a disaster it rises a lot of panic and emotion in him, and so he won’t freeze up, but instead will put himself right into action without much thought on the actual usefulness of what he’s doing. he just has to do something. for example, at austerlitz, he’s all around disaster, and when he sees the russian flag fall, it’s something very significant to him and so he rushes in and picked it up to carry it —- he won’t do anything effective, and he doesn’t have his weapons out or any real experience in the fray of battle, but he reacts regardless to what he sees as a disaster.

33. Concept of home and family?

home —- the nature of how andrei grew up, moving around estates occasionally and then going on a long tour of europe, means that home is not necessarily tied to a physical house or location, even if that seems more convenient. while he does have preferred residences ( he quite likes bogucharovo, as bald hills has a lot of bed memories for him ) whether or not they could be called home in the sense that he has a deep emotional attachment to them is questionable. his estate is, to him, more just a place to live with a few safe spaces within it, but he doesn’t feel particularly moored to it.

for andrei, home instead can be truly found in a sense of belonging and comfort that comes with very close interpersonal relationships, which through canon he doesn’t necessarily have ( we’re going to talk some blog - only content for this, because this is largely headcanon based ) and that he can only find by becoming deeply familiar to someone. with that attachment, the spaces that they share can become home. for example, anatole’s room starts to feel like home for andrei as their relationship become more serious and more genuinely loving. bogucharovo starts to feel like home when he starts to get close to izolda as well, and thus begins to attach their relationship to that estate. that saying —- home is where the heart is —- applies to andrei in a very deep and important sense.

family —- overall, there is very little that is more important to andrei than his family, and if he does label something as more important ( glory, or love ) then it really is super important to him. andrei feels of family that they are a part of himself, an extension of who he is. he doesn’t consider them others, but instead thinks of his family as a group of people who, through attachment, are the same as he is, and thus must be protected in the same way. his son, for example, is his reason to live after losing lise and dealing with austerlitz, and he is patient with masha and his father in a way that he is not with anyone else —- even pierre does not get from andrei the level of patience that andrei extends to his blood relatives. when he says that he lives for himself, he means that he lives for himself and by extension his family —- he will do almost anything for them.

andrei’s conception of family, however, is very traditional and very much tied into formal familial relations —- people who are his family are either his blood relatives, or have officially married into the family, and thus become like blood relatives. he isn’t the sort of person who will consider a lover or a very close friend family, because that’s just not within the range of what he thinks as a familial relationship —- and on the other hand, if he has a partner who he doesn’t particularly like ( like izolda, for example, at the beginning of their relationship ) he’ll still consider them family and extend to them some of those same benefits even if he doesn’t really love them. he doesn’t need to love family in that active, kind sense —- that they are family automatically earns them some degree of love, in spite of faults and disagreements.

both —- because of how andrei conceives of home and family, they become pretty closely linked, though not so much so that they can exist separately. his home, for much of his life, was wherever his family was, and so when he feels homesick, it’s really more about missing his family. however, these two can also become detached if he feels a greater love for someone outside his family than he does for his family members —- which of course, would likely never happen simply because his conception of real, consuming and rapturous love is so idealized that it is impossible for him to consistently feel. in any case, both mean a lot to him and are highly significant concepts in his life.

39. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

to be fully honest, short periods of solitude and quiet are the best ways for andrei to recover from social and emotional exhaustion. he finds people to be extremely draining, and so the absence of people naturally allows him to have some peace and quiet, and to just escape things like noise and touch and emotions. and as much as isolation is an unhealthy coping mechanism for big problems, solitude is good for him with small things. andrei is, after all, still introverted ---- he values his alone time regardless of whether he needs it to recover, and he likes being by himself.

complete and lasting solitude, however, do not help constantly, and after he’s had some time to himself, being alone with someone he’s comfortable with can help him recharge socially and feel less drained ---- he tends to feel, when he’s trained, emotionally very low, and having someone to comfort him and treat him lovingly can bring him out of the depths and make him feel a little less low. 

[roxy-deea93]

"Haide la nani, mami!" 💞

[domatoosweet]