#pure liebe

[raizzersblog]

Du bist wie ein Lied, das ich zum ersten Mal höre und trotzdem schon auswendig kenne. Jede Zeile fühlt sich vertraut an, als ob sie für mich geschrieben wurde. Vielleicht ist das Liebe: das Gefühl, sich in jemanden zu Hause zu fühlen, den man gerade erst gefunden hat.

[thepetulantcat]

Leute, es ist canon!

(x)

[thegothicviking]

YOU GUYS!!! Y'ALL!! RAMMFANS!!!??!?!? 😍

I got it cheaper than the guy originally wanted.

And I have seen them go for more in other countries (without shipping to Norway). This was sold by some local dude 30 minutes away from me by car...WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT!?!? (If you don't know..I don't live in a big city. I live in hillbilly..christian sheit hole. So just to find something like this for sale over here is mind blowing!)

I think these rubber bois looks good with me! 💋

1000 copies..almost 15 years old and still pretty much unopened! (And some of those 1000 pieces are most likely destroyed by now by pets..flooding..fire..accidents..you name it! So you can asure that less than 1000 pieces has survived today. And I got one of them!! I want to vomit out of sheer happiness! 😍

And yes. It's prettier in person! (Much bigger than you expect..but that might be a good thing? 😘 (nah I won't open it!)

One of the best days of 2024!!🙌

[dunkelrotzuschwarz]

don't you think that it's boring how people talk?

[primusfortuna]

Liebe ⟡ Pure White Temptation, Pitch Black Loyalty (07)

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [XX]

“What I Love Most About You”

Liebe: ...Emma. Could you do one last favor for me?

Emma: Huh? What is it? I'll do whatever I can...

Liebe: ——Let me have a redo of the pretend proposal.

Emma: (So he was hung up about what happened today.)

Emma: Of course. Let's start heading to Love Hill.

Our long shadows stretch across the hill, which is enveloped in gentle twilight.

Liebe: Thank you for agreeing to my whims.

Liebe: I don't have a new bouquet, so the superstition might not work as it's supposed to.

Liebe: I just want to tell you, properly, how I feel right now——how I feel towards you.

Emma: ...Okay.

Standing directly in front of me, Liebe gently holds my fingertips.

Liebe: Earlier today, when I tried saying "what I love most" about you... I couldn't decide on the right thing.

Liebe: I really wanted to tell you, but so many things were swirling around my head that I couldn't find the right words...

Liebe: It was upsetting and disappointing. I thought, I feel so much love for you, so why..?

Liebe: After the pretend proposal, that was the only thing on my mind.

Emma: I see. ...Did you figure out the reason you couldn't decide?

Liebe: Yes. It's a really silly reason.

Liebe's shoulders fall, as if he's slightly troubled, and he averts his gaze to the bouquet in my hand.

Liebe: Remember how I said that bouquet was made to embody your expressiveness?

Liebe: I love all the different expressions you show me.

Liebe: It's not just your face. There is so much of your personality that I love, and all the little things you do——

Liebe: So it's incredibly difficult to decide on what I love most.

Liebe: In short... there are so many things I love about you, that I can't pick my favorite.

Emma: Huh!?

Emma: (I get what he's saying, but it seems kind of unbelievable...)

Warmth blooms across my cheeks. Liebe softly takes my fingertips, still in his grasp, and lifts them up.

Liebe: ...Emma. I love that blush on your face when you're feeling nervous.

Liebe: And your big heart, for catering to my whims like you are now.

Liebe: How your shoulders slightly stiffened when we threaded our fingers, how your ears reddened when we locked arms...

Liebe: The way you looked up at me when you asked me to say "ahh," the satisfaction on your face when you ate that gelatin...

Liebe: The sparkle in your eyes when you saw that hairpiece, how sweet you were to indulge me when I felt down...

Liebe: ...I love it all.

Emma: O-Oh.

My face has turned so red that I can't even convince myself it's just from the setting sun.

I'm sure Liebe must've noticed it, but he continues with his shower of sweet-talk.

Liebe: Your joyous smile when I gave you that bouquet particularly stuck with me.

Liebe: But I also love how you don't easily cave, and you're a little hard to get...

Liebe: Ah, and I can't forget how hard-working you are. I'll never get tired of seeing you run around with flowers in your arms.

Liebe: I also loved gazing at you from the side, when you were seeing those flowers put to use in bouquets.

Emma: (Enough, my heart can't take anymore of this...)

Emma: Th-Thank you. I understand more than enough how you feel.

Liebe: Do you? I feel like I still haven't said enough.

Liebe: But... I'm glad I was able to articulate my feelings for you this time.

Liebe: Emma, this is my proposal to you.

Liebe: I don't really believe in superstitions... but I hope we can spend the rest of our lives together.

Emma: ...Me too.

Emma: I'd love to stay with you too.

As if prompted by his sincere speech, I find the words and voice for my flowing feelings.

Emma: Your casual thoughtfulness, how kind you are for always trying to make me smile...

Emma: So many things about you fill me with love, so I can't pick a "part I love most" either.

Liebe: ...Hehe, you put a smile on my face again.

Liebe: Thank you, really.

Just as Liebe pulls his lips away from my fingertips, he places a kiss atop the back of my hand.

Liebe: I also love that shy look on your face, Emma.

Saying that with a smile, Liebe looks so full of joy.

As flower petals dance in the wind around us, happiness is born in my heart.

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[theoniprince]

Es ist seit Anbeginn der Zeit ein guter Ratschlag, sobald man Teil eines fandoms wird, keine zu hohen Erwartungen gegenüber den Verantwortlichen zu haben. Das ist legitimer Selbstschutz.

[unique-honey]

Was kann Liebe sein? ...

Sie ist zunächst ein Wort, folglich eine Vorstellung...

Kann nun Liebe aus einer Vorstellung heraus wahr sein? ...

Das mit dem Denken und der Liebe klappt schon zu Beginn nicht.

Und so liegt es auf der Hand, dass wir uns mit der Liebe

fast immer etwas vormachen...

"Meine Liebe beteuert, sie sei die reine Wahrheit... Ich glaube ihr, obschon ich weiß,

dass sie mich belügt."

- William Shakespeare -

Liebe entzieht sich tatsächlich dem Denken,

weil sie sich nicht unterteilen lässt..

Wollen wir uns auch nur an sie erinnern,

dann kommt ganz schnell wieder die Vorstellung

(Denken) ins Spiel, und aus ist es mit der Liebe...

Also was ist sie? Da kann dir eben niemand weiterhelfen...

Aber es lässt sich sagen, dass Liebe eine Begegnung,

ein Raum ist, der sich ausschließlich

in der Gegenwart manifestiert...

Liebe ist auch jenseits der Sprache und auch jenseits

unserer Persönlichkeit...

Beschreiben lässt

sich dieser Raum daher nicht...

Ich denke, wenn man die Liebe auch nicht sieht,

versteht, oder sie machen kann,

so lohnt es sich doch auf sie zuzugehen...

Denn eines ist wirklich klar und das sollte jeder wissen:

"Wo Liebe ist, kann Leid nicht sein."

...In Liebe...

...Honey...

...♥...

[primusfortuna]

Liebe ⟡ Pure White Temptation, Pitch Black Loyalty (01)

[XX] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07]

“To a Town Filled with Flowers”

Your smile, blooming with grace, Holds me utterly captivated.

I cannot have you for myself. Even so, I wish I could at least reserve that smile for me alone.

―Hey, won’t you fall obsessed with me already?

—BLUMERIA, THE LAND OF FLORA & FAUNA - TOWN—

Liebe: This place is full of flowers in every direction. But you’re prettier than any flower, Emma.

Emma: Um... Thank you. But you should look, the flowers are in full bloom right now.

Liebe: I’d rather look at you. Let me see more of that lovely face of yours.

Emma: ......

Emma: (Maybe it’s because we’re alone, but he’s been much peppier than usual.)

Too embarrassed to meet his tender eyes, I avert my gaze to Liebe’s outfit.

Emma: Anyway, you’re pretty dressed up today, huh?

Liebe: Hehe, I rarely get the chance to go on a date with you, so I got a little carried away.

(Liebe materializes)

Liebe: Why don’t we hold hands for the occasion, Emma?

Emma: I'll pass for now. And this was never a date—I’m in the middle of work.

I’m visiting this country because I got a help request from a fellow guildkeeper.

I’ll be assisting a guild of florists, who grow and sell flowers.

Liebe: Would you hold my hand if you weren’t working?

Emma: ! I don’t know about that... But c’mon, I can already see the shop we’ll be working at.

Customer: Could you make me a bouquet of white roses?

Florist: Of course! I’ll be right with you. Please wait a moment.

Liebe: Oh? They’re pretty busy. Customers just keep on coming.

Emma: Yeah. They could definitely use some help.

Emma: Hello! I’m guildkeeper Emma. The Federation sent me.

Guildkeeper: Ahh! Here to support us, right? We’ve been waiting.

Guildkeeper: Sorry to throw this on you so fast, but could you restock our flowers? We keep our supply behind the shop.

Emma: Absolutely, leave it to me.

Liebe: Emma, I’ll help you.

Emma: Thanks, you’re a big help. Could you restock the marguerite daisies, then?

Liebe: Anything for you ♪

When the waves of customers finally died down——

Guildkeeper: Thank you so much for all your help today!

Emma: Not at all, I’m just glad we were able to get through this. Are you always this busy?

Guildkeeper: We do get pretty busy, but it’s especially crazy right now.

Florist: It’s because of those pretend proposals that have been all the rage with couples recently.

Liebe & Emma: Pretend proposals?

Florist: Yes. This town has a place called Love Hill...

Florist: And there’s a superstition that couples who exchange their love there will stay together all their lives.

Guildkeeper: So people have been going up there, giving flowers and saying their favorite things about each other.

Liebe: That explains why the flower shop is so crowded... I get it now.

A while later, we ran out of stock, so I decided to head to the flower garden run by the florists.

Liebe: Hey, Emma. I have an idea... or maybe I should say, a request.

Liebe: What if we tried doing one of those pretend proposals?

Emma: Huh!?

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[theoniprince]

Steffi und Rick wollen es uns heute nicht leicht machen 😭❤️ Insta ist voll. Rick muss damit leben, dass ich alle stories liken musste XD

Noch immer mein fav. for several reasons:

@ reinspergerin (insta)

[fuerimmer-andeiner-backe]

@lookingforlibertalia mein Figaro Kätzchen ist einfach so goldig! 😍♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️

[machveil]

okay wait, because I was immediately struck with more Boyfriend!König after posting this

Boyfriend!König who comes home from a deployment - he reeks, he’s sore, everything aches and he feels like death. but, as soon as the door clicks shut behind him his eyebrows furrow. somethings cooking and it smells familiar. he’s kicking his boots off at the door and shrugging his coat off as he walks towards the kitchen. and there you are, standing next to the stove with a spoon held up to your lips, listening to music and unaware of his presence

Boyfriend!König who coughs, not wanting to startle you with his sudden presence. it’s worth it though, seeing you look over at him, eyes lighting up as you practically tackle him for a hug. it’s a sweet, short moment, but König’s eyeing the stovetop. when you let go you excitedly tell him you’re making dinner, something special since he’s been gone for a couple weeks. “You can’t look! It’ll ruin the surprise— uh, actually, maybe take a shower. I’ll call you when it’s done, okay?”, he chuckled at your rushed words, moved towards your bathroom when you gave him a gentle shove

hair wet and dressed in some ratty sweatpants, Boyfriend!König comes back to the kitchen while toweling off his hair. the scent from the kitchen is stronger than when he came in, but it’s nothing compared to what’s on the counter. he freezes, a little wobbly when he puts his foot down and looks at the food. tafelspitz. and suddenly that familiar smell registers in his head, his mama’s cooking. you had called her regularly while he was deployed, spent every other day learning how to cook some of König’s childhood favorites

Boyfriend!König whose eyes get watery when he starts eating because, oh, it tastes exactly how his mama makes it. he hasn’t been back home in a year and a half - purely from bad timing and deployments - and he’s missed his mama’s food so much. König who gets up from the table, walks over to you while chewing and hugs you, not giving you the chance to stand up or properly hug him back. as soon as he swallows he’s babbling ‘thanks you’s and kissing the crown of your head, murmuring how ‘you didn’t have to’. he’s got you in a death squeeze, eyes closed as he presses his nose to your hair, “Ich liebe dich— you’re too good to me, Liebling.”

[uluvjay]

Jealousy, Jealousy- S. Vettel

rbr! Sebastian Vettel x Fem! Reader

In which you get punished for flirting with Sebastian’s teammate

Warnings?; Smut, name calling(slut, brat), cursing, degradation, hair pulling, lip biting, small blood mention, p in v, unprotected sex(a big no no), mean seb, orgasm denial,slight ass play…, pet names, porn with a plot basically, I apologize for any errors!

"Sebby please!" You babbled to the man behind you, his hands holding yours behind your back as he pounded into you.

"Shush Meine Liebe, take your punishment like a good girl." He spat, his pace never faltering as he pushed your face further into the pillow below you.

"Just wan a kiss." You whined into the plush pillow, the cotton of the case no doubt now covered in your tears and spit.

You could hear his growl from behind you as his hips somehow sped up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space of your bedroom.

"I don't kiss little sluts that think it's okay to flirt with my teammate." He spat.

Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head as he reached a hand between your thighs and begins to rub your clit. He guided a scream from your throat as he pinched the small bud between his fingers before returning to slow and teasing rubs.

"Fuck." You cried as you felt the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Sebastian spat in your ear as he could feel your core tightening around him.

At the sound of a pathetic sob Sebastian slowed his hips and pulled his hand away from your clit, leaving you with little to no friction as he pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip resting inside the warmth of your walls.

"No, no, please! Seb please let me come." You cried.

The German smirked behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his tip desperately searching for more. His cock was glistening from the wetness of your pussy as he spread you plump ass cheeks wide and spit on your puckering hole.

He basked in the gasp you let out as his thumb circled around the ring, passing time as he let your growing orgasm die.

"Seb please baby, I wanna see you." You begged attempting to fuck yourself against him but the slap he laid against your ass quickly made your movements halt.

"Hmm, that's a shame. Would fuck you however you wanted if you didn't throw yourself all over mark." He shrugged despite you not being able to see him.

"Didn't throw myself at him! Was just being nic-" a scream broke through as he thrusted into you hard, his nails digging into your flesh as he gripped your ass cheeks firmly.

"Don't be a fucking brat." He growled in your ear as his body leaned over yours, damp chess pressed against your back.

He finally let your hands go as he tangled one of his own into your hair and pulled, pulling your body flush against his as he stood on his knees and fucked you hard.

"Oh god!" You cried feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

The feeling of his lips moving around the skin of your neck caused a feeling of need to fill your chest as you wished for his lips to be against yours.

"Can I please have a kis-fuck!" You cried body slumping forward slightly as he loosened his grip a bit.

"If I kiss you, will you shut the hell up?" He spat.

"Mhm, please."

You shrieked as you were let go and quickly flipped over, Sebastian wasted no time before slipping back in and fucking you fast as your legs wrapped around his waist

One of his large hands came up to wrap around the base of your throat as his lips swallowed yours in a hard kiss. It's nothing but pure ecstasy as he kisses you, you kiss him back as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth.

You cry out into his mouth as his teeth nip at the skin, the metallic taste of blood floating between you two as he seems to kiss you harder.

He pulls away from your lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, "You gonna come soon?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fucked out eyes staring deep into his pretty blue ones.

"Ask nicely brat." He scolded, leaning back and pulling on of your legs over his shoulder a smirk tugging at his lips at the moan you let out.

"Oh!-can I come? Please, please sebby can I come?" You babbled below the man, the feeling of euphoria just moments away from taking control of your body.

"Go ahead slut, come for me." He encouraged basking in the way your legs shook on his shoulder and how your head snapped back into the soft pillow below it.

The moan you let out as your climax took over was downright pornographic, the multiple denied orgasms from earlier in the night finally catching up and roaring through your body.

Sebastian watched as you babbled random things off as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own climax. His thrust stayed just as deep but grew faster as he felt it approaching, heat flooding his body as he began to curse in German.

With one last thrust you watched as he stilled inside you with a deep groan, his abs clenching while his mouth dropped open. He leaned down to pull you into another hot kiss as he began to soften inside you, one of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck while yours cradled his cheeks.

"You gonna flirt with my teammate again?" He asked firmly as he held onto your chin.

"I wasn-oh! Okay no I won't." You cried as he thrusted his hips, yearning him a deep cry from overstimulation.

"Mm, that's my good girl." He smirked before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling out.

He took a moment to admire your spent and well fucked body, hickeys were scattered from your breasts down where nobody but him would be able to see them.

You watched as he walked into your master bathroom to get a warm washcloth before coming back and taking his time cleaning you up gently.

A little while laster you were dressed in one of his shirts while you dozed off with your head against his chest, and one of his hands running through your hair.

"Goodnight darling, I love you." He spoke softly as he kissed your head.

"I love you more Seb." You smiled as you snuggled deeper into him.

-

[ungalobrando]

Sometimes I wish it was possible to translate songs and convey the same emotion as the original

[fuerimmer-andeiner-backe]

@lookingforlibertalia weil mit deinem Lächeln geht die Sonne auf und erblüht alles, mein Engel! 😍♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️💓♥️

your smile makes me smile

[miserycanary]

MY MILITARY POOKIES ᡣ𐭩

pairings: König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Price & fem!reader

synopsis: how they'd react to you calling them 'pookie'

tags: pure fluff (as an apology for the angst) 

| König - oblivious, betrayed

“Pookie, could you please get that jar for me?”  Silence, no answer. You turn just to be met with König’s furrowed eyebrows and a tilt of his head. “What?” you chuckled, backing up as he approached you. His arms circle your waist and his face buries itself on the crook of your neck. He says something. His lips move against your ticklish skin, making you giggle. “What are you saying?” He peers from where he’s hiding, sulking and pouting. 

“Who’s Pookie?” 

Realization hits you and you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach and doubling over, further confusing König. “O-oh, my g-god! You think... You think pookie is a name?” you asked, between laughter. “B-babe, it’s a petname!” you finally clear up. With a sigh of relief, König slumps his whole body onto you making you bump into the counter. “Woah, big guy,” you groan out. Placing his hands under your thighs, he effortlessly lifts you and places a kiss on your lips. “It’s ugly. I like Liebe more,” he mutters, making you giggle louder. “Okay, meine Leibe,” you mumble, kissing back and wrapping your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist. 

| Simon - disgusted but loves you too much

With Simon, it was genuinely a mistake.

“Love, where’s the scissors?” “It’s in the kitchen, pookie,” you answer, looking up from your phone and motioning toward the kitchen island. When you notice nothing moving, you look at him and immediately laugh after seeing his disgusted face. “What’s with your face?” you exclaim, holding your phone and snapping a picture. “Don’t ever call me pookie again,” he gruffs, rolling his eyes.

Days after that, you decided to try it again— on purpose this time. “Pookie, can we go on a picnic this Saturday?” you plead with a pout. Simon looks at you incredulously, standing up and walking away without answering you (you guys still went on a picnic). 

“Pookie, please,” you try again. This time, he only let 2 seconds pass before sighing and giving you whatever you wanted. After two more times after calling him that, he now answers without realizing it. You chuckle after noticing that he doesn’t even protest anymore. 

“So, you like pookie now?” you tease him one random afternoon, laying on his chest while he relaxes on the couch. “No, I don’t.” You only roll your eyes at Si's obvious lie, tracing shapes on his chest.

“It doesn’t seem that way.” “I don’t like the name pookie; I love you enough to put up with that ugly thing,” he grumbles, making you blush and pepper his face with kisses. “Aw, Si! You big softie.”

| Price - not even fazed, used to your unusual antics

“Pookieee,” you whine, pressing your cheek against his. “Yes, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he answers, grabbing you by the waist and situating your figure so that you’re straddling his thighs. “I want lasagna,” you pout, licking a spot on Price's neck and sucking. 

“It’s 2:34 AM, my love,” he sighs, looking down on you with adoration. You stay quiet, still giving him neck kisses while your hands go underneath his shirt and wrap themselves around his waist. He chuckles at your childish attitude, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “You spoiled baby. Go get ready,” Price mumbles against your skin. With a squeal, you hop off his lap and run to get changed, making him shake his head with a soft smile. 

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: felt bad for all the angst, so here you guys are. A bit OOC König but yeah. Also, taglists are open if you want to be tagged in future posts. 

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[primusfortuna]

Liebe ⟡ Pure White Temptation, Pitch Black Loyalty (06)

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [XX] [07]

“Because I Want to See Your Smile”

After leaving the novelty store, Liebe brings me to an open-terrace café.

With the bouquet I got from our pretend proposal set on the table, I eat some gelatin filled with petals.

Emma: Mm, delicious!

Liebe: Can I have a bite, Emma?

In the seat across from me, Liebe lightly leans forward, opening his mouth towards me.

Emma: I'm okay with giving you some, but I don't know about feeding you...

As I'm about to hand him a spoon with gelatin on it, suddenly my hand stops.

Emma: (I've got no clue what threw him off balance during the proposal...)

Emma: (But maybe he'll cheer up a little if I do as he asks.)

Emma: ......

Emma: ...............Say "ahh."

Liebe: .....!

Liebe: Are you sure? I thought you were firm in saying no.

Emma: I won't do it if you don't want me to. Come on, this is embarrassing, so just eat.

Liebe: Hehe, well if you insist... Ahh.

Liebe wears such a gentle face as he chews, that I can't help a relieved sigh from escaping me.

Emma: (He's always doing things to get me to smile...)

Emma: (So I want to do whatever I can until his natural smile comes back.)

Liebe: Emma. There are a lot of people here, so why don't we hold hands?

Liebe: Or maybe we could even link arms like lovers... Just kidding——

Emma: Sure! Like this?

Liebe: ! That's perfect, but... unusual. Normally you would've gotten embarrassed.

Emma: Well, we're on a date, so I thought it'd be nice to indulge a little.

And so, I went on following Liebe's requests, bringing him places I thought he might enjoy——

As our peaceful date went on, the town was soon bathed in an evening glow.

Liebe: ...Thank you for today, Emma.

Emma: What are you thanking me for?

Liebe: You were concerned about me after I botched that pretend proposal, weren't you?

Liebe: I felt like I was the only one enjoying myself.

Emma: That's not true. Sometimes I got a little embarrassed, but I had fun too.

Emma: Plus... You're always trying to make me smile.

Emma: I just wanted to make you smile too. I'm happy as long as you had a good time.

Liebe: Emma...

Liebe: ...You're always so pure and kind.

Liebe: It feels so good being with you... I absolutely love that part of you.

Emma: ...!

Liebe's gentle murmurs are so tender, my heart pounds in my chest.

Liebe: It's not just your kindness. I love your strong will, how you always stick to your beliefs.

Liebe: I love your strong work ethic and the way you give everything your all.

Emma: H-Hold on. I'm getting flustered when you compliment me this much.

Feeling my cheeks redden, I try to hide my face in the bouquet Liebe gave me.

Liebe: .....!

At the sound of that soft gasp, I peek out from the side.

Liebe: ...Emma. Could you do one last favor for me?

Emma: Huh? What is it? I'll do whatever I can...

Lowering the bouquet, I meet Liebe's earnest gaze.

Liebe: ——Let me have a redo of the pretend proposal.

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