#rare positivity moment? on MY blog?

[unravveling-navveroli]

To every mutual I’m too afraid to talk to: yall scare me because you’re cool, keep it up !!

[borgerman]

when i was in elementary school i was watching something on tv with my mom and the subject of body hair (on men) somehow came up. i said i thought armpit hair was gross, a sentiment i no longer share, and my mom jokingly asked if i'd make my husband shave. i looked her dead in the eyes and said "yes."

anyway guess who turned out to have very little interest in men at all

[lovverletters]

I've been scrolling through your blog, you've got some pretty cute stuff. I loved the serial killer piece. Food for thought, just a little treat- yandere hacker. Serially online genius who falls in love with a small time content creator, and would go on revenge streaks to try and "protect" His darling from trolls

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A/N : i miss 707. have some yan hacker instead.

T/W : yandere theme, mentions of doxxing, mentions of harassment, invasion of personal information

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" Thanks for the 20 dollar donation 'L3M0NP1E' !! "

[name] thanked the donor with a grateful smile. Being a smaller content creator, receiving donation is quite a rare feat especially with the small size of audience they currently have.

They had only begun making content a few months ago out of boredom under the name of [alias name]. It started with them posting videos of gameplay commentary video, that by a stroke of luck gained traction.

Viewers find their awkward and bizarre commentary that's paired by theirㅡ admittedly horribleㅡ skills in video gaming entertaining and stucked around for more.

[name] was grateful of their supportive and positive followings, they've heard countless horror stories of small content creators being harassed by trolls due to lack of moderation.

They're thankful of the fact that they have yet to encounter any and hope that it'll stay that way.

" Chat, should I go in that room? I feel like if I do, the killer would corner me like a bully asking for my lunch money " [name] turned to read their live chat to seek for the viewer's opinion.

" I see plenty of 'Yes', if I die here it's on you okay~ " They snorted before moving their character to enter the sketchy room only to be killed by the killer the moment they step foot inside of it.

" What did I say, chat?! Like a fucking loser I not only got my lunch money stolen but I was also given a wedgies by that motherfucker! " They hysterically laughed as the chat goes crazy.

It took them a moment to settle down from their fit of laughter and resumed the game. As they were playing through it and talking to the viewers, they noticed a familiar name popping up on the fast paced chat.

edgelord404 : hello. I had a business to attend to earlier, what did I missed?

A smile bloomed on [name]'s feature seeing the message in their chat. This particular viewerㅡ edgelord404ㅡ was one of their viewer they recognized from their early days when the view count barely cracked a hundred on their postings.

" edgelord404 hey! welcome to the stream, we're trying to break into this old granny's bank account and steal her retirement funds "

" Not in real life of course. Don't be silly! " They clarified by emphasizing their words.

edgelord404 : sounds illegal.

edgelord404 : I can help. I got experiences.

[name] began wheezing from how much they laughed. True to their username, edgelord404 loves to spout the most edgy and emo things. They have to admit, it did lights up their days from edgelord404 attempt at humor.

As they were about to respond to edgelord404's comments, they noticed the chat being flooded by less than pleasant comments. They immediately recognized it as to be the work of internet trolls trying to get a rise out of the creator they're harassing.

Before they could attempt at defusing the situation, all of the comments instantly disappeared. [name] and their viewers were confused but the latter assumed that [alias name] got everything under controlled and thought nothing of it.

peachesandcrem : what just happened💀

edgelord404 : you were saying?

" Uhㅡ yeah. Anyways as I was sayingㅡ "

That was odd. Huh.

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Saehoon leaned back against his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches [alias name], his favourite content creator playing a random game they had interest in.

The stream went along smoothly until a minor turbulence appeared but nothing that he couldn't deal with. Although, he isn't entirely done with the trolls who had invaded his beloved's chat and tried to cause a ruckus.

He had encountered [alias name]'s page a few months ago, right when they had just started with zero following. Saehoon decided to watch them to kill some time but didn't anticipated for him to fall for them instantly.

It could've been the fact that he was the only one watching them failed at the same obstacle over and over againㅡ that it felt intimate. Their bizarre humour and commentary only adds up to their charms that made him fall even deeper.

It didn't take quite a while for Saehoon to dig up information behind the content creator whom had captivated him. Being a genius hacker himself, it is something he was used to doing on a dailyㅡ for work purposes obviously.

Within a few clicks, he has the entirety of [alias name]'s information in his palm. Such as their real name, [name]. Their location, acquaintances, friends, family, their backgrounds and even more.

" [name] .. " Saehoon uttered their name once he obtained their information. It sounded perfect, the way it rolls on his tongueㅡ they were perfect for him.

As time passes, he noticed them slowly gaining popularity and he couldn't help but feel proud of how much they had grown. Admittedly, he was somewhat responsible for pushing out their contents by messing with the algorithm.

Though, he would never take credit for their success of course, he just aided them and the rest is purely their hardwork.

Although he isn't keen on sharing [name] with others, he'd comfort himself with the thought that only he knows such intimate knowledge of [name] that none of their other viewers or fans knows.

Another annoyance that came with [name]'s success is the incessant waves of trolling that comes with it. Normally, he wouldn't care but if it involves his beloved [name]? they best count their lucky stars that he only leaked their doxxes online and not done worse.

Saehoon believed that [name] should invest in some moderator but he's aware that they couldn't afford to pay them. Perhaps he should offered himself someday, that way he could not only openly protects [name] from internet trollsㅡ he could also be closer to them.

Speaking of trolls, he contemplate on what he should do as a revenge for their pathetic attempt at harassing [name]. He'd leaked their personal information as usual of course but he's feeling quite spiteful today, perhaps he should dig up their embarassing past and posted it onlineㅡ or he could post a selfie of theirs that had never been seen before on a forum board.

They'll pay the price of crossing path with [name] and in turn him as well.

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[asvterias]

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 ~ 𝖩𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: Jealousy & Allusions to Sex/Sexual Thoughts

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Best Friend!Milagro x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.5k+

Tag List: @drqcrys @mageneire @websterss @pxachy-tea @moralesszz @odiesdayoff @allthingsvicf @tinkerbelle05 @alienstardust @lemonyboy97 @alastorhazbin @writing-fanics @veronicarose20 @conicoroahre @gay-dorito-dust @presidentbarbieirl @kayla2233454-blog @sodacatz @n7cje

Author’s Note: Watched the Blue Beetle movie recently and I was hooked on Jaime Reyes. This is my first time writing for Jaime Reyes, so he might be a little out of character but hopefully you like it!

Spanish Translations

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” — “Why are you lying to me, Jaime?”

Sneaking around can be full of excitement alongside the adrenaline of the whole ordeal. You and Jaime were secretly fooling around, being extremely cautious around his sister who was also your best friend. You didn’t even know how you ended up in this complicated relationship with Jaime Reyes. It started with two people under the influence of alcohol, both with the straightforward intention of getting laid and it ended with a confused hangover and a hurried conversation of forgetting about the whole affair.

At first, you two had avoided each other like the plague, sometimes accidentally crossing paths whenever you visited the Reyes residence or from basic errands that needed to be fulfilled.

Then the longer you two distanced yourselves from each other, the more agonizing it felt for the both of you. One day, Jaime snapped which led up to you two heading to bed for a passionate night. The morning after having sex, you two discussed your unofficial relationship and coming to terms with being friends with benefits and nothing more than that.

It was a simple and easy rule to follow, right? Wrong! How very wrong that you were! Too bad that you were breaking the rule. How could you not fall in love with him? With those beautiful doe dark brown eyes, his long curly hair, and his alluring personality, not to mention being completely star-struck when riding his di—

Oh, his voice…him speaking Spanish to you while in the most intimate positions has you craving for more.

You always missed the comfort of his arms at night as you watched him get dressed and leave, heading back home to avoid suspicion from his family. If Jaime’s family ever caught wind that he was not technically single, they would go ballistic, eager to meet the person and neither of you wanted that unnecessary attention.

It was finally official, you certainly loathed mornings, especially when Jaime spent the nights before. There were rare moments when he’d be able to stay the night with you. Luckily for you, today was one of those rare days.

Normally, he would claim that he’s the big spoon, but his sleepy smile widens when you’re the big spoon instead. His favorite sleeping position is lying on top of the softness of your breasts. Sometimes he would wake up face first right in the plushness of your breasts, that was always a good way to start the morning, wasn’t it? Your hands would subconsciously tangle themselves through his thick curly hair, softly massaging his scalp, sending him into a peaceful sleep.

You stirred yourself awake, no longer feeling the presence of Jaime lying on top of you. You tiredly stretched out your limbs, wincing at the soreness from your breasts down to your mid-thighs. Jaime certainly wore you out last night.

Very faintly, you heard the quiet shuffling and muttering of words. Regretfully, you slowly open your eyes, your eyelids still heavy as you rub the sleep out of them.

“Hmm…morning Jaime.” You yawn, scratching your braids through the satin red bonnet.

“Did I wake you?” He mutters walking over, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, and continuing the search for his belongings. You assumed that he just came out of the shower. He wore a towel around his waist, dripping wet, glistening over his abs and that sight made you think unholy things. There was no way that you were still thirsty for him. Come on, you’re still recovering from last night and you were greedy for more the following morning?! Have some self-control, for once!

You shook your head, disposing of the lustful thoughts. “Wanna stay for breakfast?” You suggest, nervously gnawing on your lower lip.

“I would love to, but I have to quickly run an errand for my mami and then head over to work with Jenny.” He dried himself off, putting on a pair of boxers and an undershirt.

He opened your closet, digging out his ironed suit that you prepared a few days ago.

“When are you off this week?”

“Today and Sunday are my only days off this week.” You inform him, watching him get dressed, “I could run the errand with Mrs. Reyes, so you’ll get a balanced breakfast before heading to work.”

“Oh, really thanks (Y/N).”

“Anytime, pretty boy.” You reply, taking your bonnet off. Jaime blushes at the nickname, feeling giddy whenever you use that phrase. “What time do I need to leave?”

“About a quarter past eight..” He murmurs observing his watch.

“Speak English, please.”

“It’s 8:15 and my mami needs to leave around 9:30.” He advises, looking at your vanity. “Where’s my necklace?” He turns to you.

“You have to come get it..” You tease, wiggling the piece of jewelry in your hand. He chuckles at your playful yet seductive tone.

Crawling to you across the bed, he gives you a soft kiss making you caress his face. The slow sensual kiss lasted a few seconds, and even though you wanted to stay in the loving moment, air had become difficult to maintain, both of you pulling away from the kiss. You flutter your eyes open, catching him staring into your eyes with a hidden glint that makes you flush, which makes those butterflies run wild in your stomach.

“Come here, I’ll help you put on your tie.” You offer, shuffling towards the edge of the bed.

He sighs, allowing you to fix the tie underneath his collar. Your faces were so close that you could have fainted right then and there, completely embarrassing yourself on the spot. You started to worry, wondering if he felt you staring at him. Turns out, he was admiring you and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Once you finished his tie, you cleared your throat and smoothed over his suit, straightening out invisible wrinkles.

The Mexican boy faces you again. “What time do you get off on Saturday?”

“Probably by 10 or 11 pm.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you Saturday night.” He promises, giving you a reassuring nod.

“Yeah,” You agree with a lovesick smile on your face, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You handed him the necklace but he stopped you, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway.”

You tilt your head to the side, feeling yourself tingle with goosebumps as he appears from behind you and he gently brushes your braids away. You gathered your braids together, bunching them up into a messy makeshift ponytail, giving Jaime area to put the necklace on. Once he clasps the jewelry on your neck, you release your braids as you grin at him.

Smiling sweetly in response, he steals one last kiss from you and hurriedly leaves, shutting the front door. Even though you two were friends with benefits, he still was the kind and sweet man that you knew all those years ago.

You sigh, lingering your fingers on the necklace, fawning over the mere kiss that he shared with you. It was an empty kiss so it should be treated as meaningless, but it hurts your heart for you to wish otherwise.

Later that evening, Milagro helped you pick out an outfit for your blind date. Jaime tagged along with Milagro, under the impression of wanting privacy from his family.

You and Milagro picked out a nice evening dress, concluding that it was the perfect dress.

“You look so sexy in this.” Milagro squeals, momentarily catching Jaime’s attention. His eyes shift from his sister to yours, scanning the outfit that you are wearing, shamelessly checking you out. You did a little twirl to display the entirety of the dress, your eyes solely locked on Jaime to figure out his reaction. She was right, you looked so sexy in the dress. Maybe too sexy for another guy.

He noticed the mischievousness in your body language and decided that two could play that game.

“So…” Jaime ponders, lightly gritting his teeth, using his phone as a distraction, “What do you know about this guy?” His question was directed to you, attempting to conceal his jealousy. Slow and steady wins the race.

You turned to Milagro who spoke for you, “Duh, dummy, we don’t know who it is, that's why it’s called a blind date.”

“Wait! You’ve never even met this person before?” His eyes widened in surprise, processing the newfound information.

“Jaime, are you slow or something?” His sister asks. She rolled her eyes and continuously tapped her forehead, “Think, dear brother. Just think.”

He fakes grins at his sister and looks back at you. “It could be dangerous for you.”

“Okay, and I have a taser in my purse if anything goes wrong. I can take care of myself.”

“Why are you so interested in my best friend’s love life all of a sudden?”

“Just looking out for her.” He mumbles.

“Hmmm…” She sounds skeptical, surprisingly trusting her brother’s word.

All of a sudden, Milagro’s phone rings, indicating that her pizza order is ready. “I’m gonna pick up the pizza. Be back in 30 minutes.” She grabs your car keys and her wallet, leaving the apartment.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaime spoke his concerns for you.

“So…you’re going out with someone else.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then you should also know that I’m going out with someone else.” He boasts proudly with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh, really?” You bite the inside of your cheek as jealousy boils through your veins at the thought of Jaime seeing someone else. Surprisingly, you managed to keep your jealousy at bay, refusing to let Jaime have the upper hand here.

You realized what he was doing, and he wasn’t going to win. It was so obvious that he was lying to you. So he decided to stretch the lie, just to witness your breaking point, “Her name is Maria Gonzalez, her family just moved to the neighborhood and we hit it off great. I also have her number.”

You remained nonchalant, continuing your mascara on your left eye, “Okay…good for you then?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He scoffs, folding his arms.

“Well, what do you want me to say? You want me to act jealous and forbid you from seeing this other girl?” You click your tongue, “Now that you mention it, no new family is moving into your neighborhood otherwise Mrs. Reyes would have told me, and I would have offered to decorate welcoming baskets with her and Milagro.”

Shit! You caught him in his lie. His eyes widened in surprise at your quick response to his lie.

As a matter of fact, he was more proud than scared of your realization of his lie. Your intelligence and ability to understand between the lines were one of the many traits that he loved about you. Intelligence is the glue that holds it all together, not that there aren’t many more characteristics from you that he adored. He would never put any other characteristic above the other, harboring his mutual love for all of them. After all, you attended Harvard, majoring in nursing, and left with multiple degrees.

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” You looked at him through the mirror with a pointed look.

Switching back and forth between English and Spanish daily was a neat trick that you mastered with ease. To be honest, Spanish was a beautiful language, and you just wanted to experience the full meaning of it.

You learned Spanish for your best friend and her family, wanting to connect with them on a personal level. At this point, you became fluent in Spanish and could hold decent conversations with the Reyes family in their native language. The Reyes family even made jokes that you would someday marry a Latino.

“I don’t know..” he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe…I’m just confused right now.”

“May I remind you that you wanted us to be a casual fuck from time to time, and besides we also agreed on seeing other people.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Yeah, but what? You want to change your mind now?”

“Actually, I do.”

You paused from doing your mascara, making eye contact in the mirror with him. Of course, you weren’t expecting that answer. His statement rendered you speechless, allowing the silence to overtake the room. You gulped silently, intently watching him stalk toward you, almost in a patronizing manner to tease you even further. You were frozen, unaware of what he might do to you and it somewhat turned you on. The small thud of the mascara tube dropping on the vanity brought you back to your senses.

“…We shouldn’t do this, Jaime.” You lightly warn the boy. Jaime remains silent, making you consistently aware that he is gorgeously checking you out from behind. He made you so flustered to the point that you were stupidly smitten with him that it was almost ridiculous. It was a miracle that you couldn’t see a black girl’s blush.

“Milagro‘s gonna be back soon.” Your tone was soft.

The air was still tense as he nodded, his eyes still intently focused on your physique. Nervously, you began to play with your braids as your body squirmed under his gaze. The things that Jamie made you feel were out of this world. You held your breath, dilated dark brown eyes studying his every move that he made. It was the familiar gust of his infamous cologne that gave his sudden presence away, noticing his breathing was lingering on you. You shudder, minor goosebumps forming on your arms.

“Then, we just have to be quick, don’t we?” You swear that you could’ve felt his hard dick straining against his pants.

“Listen here Jaime—“ You were cut off by his hands roughly wrapping around your throat, raising your head, catching an upside down angle of the 22-year-old. A warm pair of lips was planted onto yours, reclaiming full jealousy as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. In a matter of seconds, the inviting kiss escalated into sexual tension, quickly heating the aura of the bedroom.

likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ flustered tweets

🏁 Pairings : Max Verstappen X fem!Reader

🏁 Warnings : suggestive sexual themes, touching, kissing, licking etc. no explicit content, swearing, Daniel Ricciardo being a menace.

🏁 Word Count : 3.3k words (3352 words)

🏁 Author's note : First suggestive conntent on this blog! woo-hoo, light the fireworks. But I do hope you enjoy and as always please leave a comment or reblog, since they do fuel my motivation. <3 Note that word dividers are by @cottage-writings and as always, translations are available via radio comm.

🏁 Music player : Love by Lana Del Ray

You smile to yourself as you stare at your television screen, the metallic box was currently projecting your boyfriend’s face, post-race, red faced and sweaty. Positively gorgeous. His blonde hair was mused due to his helmet and droplets of water leaked down from the strands to his forehead, trickling down his temple to his chin where they dripped down to his fire-proofs. It was nearing the end of the interview, and that meant his favourite questions would begin to pop up, the personal ones.

“So Max, how’s the missus doing? Based off her Instagram it looks like you both are very happy.” The man holding the microphone smiled at the driver, who rolled his eyes playfully at the memory of the multitude of stories that you would post by the hour, in fact he was 99% sure that you had posted at least 5 whilst he was in the car.

“Yeah well, it’s a dream being with her, it really feels like I’m on cloud 9.” He gushed, a rare occurrence for the notoriously grumpy man, but as soon as you were brought up in conversation, it was as though he was a wilting sunflower that was just introduced to sunlight, “I’m doing all of this for her.” Max admitted bashfully.

“Well, if that isn’t proof of the it couple on the grid, then I don’t know what is.” The interviewer admitted, grinning at the lovesick expression on your boyfriend’s face, “But before I let you go, the fans were in uproar a few days before the race. Based on a tweet made by a fellow driver on the grid.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if his humorous actions would jog Max’s memory.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly of the tweet Mark, as he introduced himself as, was talking of. It was tweeted by none other than Daniel Ricciardo, the cheeky bastard decided to divulge the fans with a tidbit of information about Max and your sex life.

Just walked into the 2-time WDC and his girlfriend doing it like bunnies. Somehow, this man is never embarrassed.

You remember that day like no-other, it was the moment after the Spanish Grand Prix and Max had just won.

“I’m so proud of you,” You breathed against his lips, holding his face between your palms as your fingers fisted his hair, close enough to the root that he groaned outwardly. The scent of victory wafted from him as one of your hands snaked down between the two of you to unzip his race suit. Allowing you to push him against the hotel room wall and move down to lick thick, wet stripes against his pulse point, revelling in the taste of fresh champagne.

“heilige shit,” he breathed out, gnawing at his bottom lip whilst the hands that rested on your waist tightened and bruised his fingerprints against your skin.

 “Geliefde.” Max whispered, bringing his left hand up to grip the nape of your neck and guide your face away from the fifth fresh hickey you were creating on his muscle, towards his own, gazing into your eyes with a heavy stare.

“Yeah?” You answer, blinking rapidly to clear the misty haze that overtook your brain, all you could think of was the delicious way that his suit hung low from his hips and how tight his fireproofs were, exaggerating his muscular pecs that strained against the protective layer.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as you scratched your nails lightly down his scalp towards his thick collar that stuck to his body, “Maxie?” You prompt, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He chuckled at your act, wrapping a large hand around your neck and squeezing gently at the sides, just enough for you to gasp, “What do you think the press will say huh? My girlfriend got too horny watching me win?” He guided you towards the freshly made bed, pushing you down to a sitting position as your knees hit the back of the padded mattress, “It’s okay though, mijn mooie vriendin-“ He paused, moving his hand up to cup your jaw and pull at your lower lip, parting your mouth until you obediently allowed him to slip his thumb in, “I only do this for you.” He murmured.

Max nudged you further, watching contently as you fell onto your back, sinking into the thick blanket and released his thumb with a loud pop. You laugh a little at his proclamation, “Really? You do this for me?” You bite your lip, fiddling with the comforter beneath your fingertips, pushing off from the bed as you anchor yourself on your elbows.

“You doubt me?” He arches an incredulous eyebrow at you, bending down to part your knees, “dat zal niet lukken.” He murmured, getting down onto his knees to hook your thigh onto his shoulder, allowing him to twist his head and kiss the sensitive skin, “What should I do to prove it to you? Huh?”

Max chuckled as you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down suggestively and he would’ve given into your request had it not been for the interruption.

“HEYYY CHAMP-“The friendly boisterous voice of a certain Australian rang through your hotel room, causing you to jump and grip your boyfriends head, which had merely jolted slightly before coming to rest against your opposite thigh, uninterested.

“Daniel.” Max deadpanned, his cerulean eyes merely slackened, cracking a lazy smile as his friend stopped in his tracks, blocking the door from what seemed to be at least half of the grid, “Must you really bother me?”

“Sorry man,” you heard Lewis call out, chuckling loudly as a familiar French cackle sounded off after a lewd comment sounding like, “damn he’s pussy-whipped”. You whimpered with embarrassment, falling back against the bed as you covered your face, hiding the blotchy blush that covered your face.

“Max” You whined, twitching your leg so that he could get up and most likely go out to celebrate, “Get up, we can continue this later.” You assured him, already imagining the dress that you would wear.

“See what you did wankers?” He called out, barely lifting himself up, “Made my girl embarrassed.” He admonished his colleagues.  Max looked up at you, cooing at your red face, “It’s okay, Mijn liefje. I’ll get them to leave.”

“Guys lets go” Lando called out, “Let the guy get his dick wet.”

“Ew gross.”

“Not my fault you’re single fuck-face.”

You groaned, “Guys!” The crowd settled at the sound of your harsh, crackly voice, “It’s fine, let us at least get ready?”

“Yes ma’am” Charles shouted, which was soon followed with sounds of violence and pathetic groans.

Max kissed your cheek, getting up from the floor to go and slam the door in the few faces, but before you could hear the satisfying wood beat against the hinges, Daniel had whispered, “How the fuck are you not embarrassed?” Which prompted more snickers and a flurry of agreements about your lover’s lack of humiliation.

“You should be embarrassed ass wipe.” Max chuckled as he pushed the group out of the doorway, “Walked in on me about to get the best meal money could never buy.”

If you thought about it too much the humiliation would creep back in, along with the curiosity.

Later that same evening, when your friends and you had gone out for dinner, your face was still flushed and any thought that led back to that moment in the hotel room would lead to you shaking your head promptly and diving back into conversation. Whereas Max was comfortably seated next to you, chatting happily as he sipped more alcohol from the flute by his porcelain plate whilst his free hand rested on your thigh, slipped underneath the silky material of your sundress.

It was as if the moment never happened and he was already fantasising about getting you back into the room, ready to bend you into different positions that would make your legs shake hard enough into next Sunday. He did infact, manage that.

Max laughed on your television screen, turning to look at Daniel, who was animatedly doing his own interview, “Yeah well, it’s hard to embarrass me,” he inhaled sharply through his teeth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “It really was just an inchident.”

Max winked cheekily at the camera as Mark laughed and patted his shoulder, “Nice to see Max, have a good one,”

“You too,”

You huffed out with amusement as you pointed the remote at the screen a certain calm filling the apartment as the light blinked away from the box in front of you. The sun was slowly setting on the streets of Monaco, a subtle signal that meant that your boyfriend would soon be returning home to you. Max would claim that home was where you were, but you could tell that the large penthouse was probably the closest alternative to the driver, it was a joint investment as a couple, the first of many and it was beloved by both of you.

Large windows that overlooked the high-end shopping district which curved with the positioning of the building, an oblong shape that influenced the soft edges of the entire apartment. The home was out of your Pinterest board, soft plush coaches and tall glass vases that littered every free surface, Max had claimed 2 of the 4 bedrooms, one of them being his office and the other being his specialist home gym. The third was saved for guests and the fourth, that resided on a separate floor; took over the entire area and was your shared bedroom. Luckily on his and your salary, the home was merely a drop in the ocean, along with the numerous pretty pennies you spent on furniture.

It was in other words, your baby.

Jimmy and Sassy slinked between your legs as you walked to the kitchen from your spot on the largest couch that was turned inwards to face the TV that was mounted within the ceiling, dropping down mechanically at the push of a button and retreating into the seemingly solid concrete at another. You had done exactly that, dismissing the piece of tech to show off the full-length balcony. Cooing at your fur-children you picked them up in one hand, “Come on guys, let’s finish dinner,” You kissed their heads, chuckling as they nuzzled into your face before letting them down on the floor in front of the sink when you went to put on a pair of gloves and fish out dinner from the oven.

The tell-tale chime of your elevator and the mechanical tone of the keypad informed you that Max was home, along with the cats going off to welcome their father from a long day of work,

“Hey guys,” you heard him greet the children whilst he kicked off his shoes and tucked them along with his jacket into the small cupboard that sat within the wall in the entrance hall. You turned away from the oven, placing the entire grill onto the kitchen island as you huffed happily at the dish within the Tupperware as Max walked further into the house and towards the kitchen, where you stood patiently, the soft sounds of the Vitamin String Quartet playing in the background.

“Hey, schat,” He murmured, eyes softening at the corners as he rushed to your side, tugging you away from the counter to wrap his hands around your and bury his head into your neck. You giggle at the tickle of his hair against your skin and bring your hands down to cover his that were wrapped around you, “Hello my love,” you whisper, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

“You cooked,” He stated happily, smiling against you.

“I did.”

“I’m happy,” He confirmed, removing himself from your neck whilst keeping a firm hold on your waist, “How was work?”

“Same old same old, people want to invest in stocks, I do it for them. Very boring.” You rush through your day, recounting the odd events that went on in the office, “But I saw your interview, watched it on the archive.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, knowing that when you do watch the interviews, you normally do it to hear his voice and see his absurdly attractive post-race glow, not listen to the odd mechanical language and repeated statements of, “-push the car harder next race.” Or “-really disappointed this time.”

“Heard what you said about that tweet Daniel made,” You feel him kiss the skin behind your ear before snorting.

“What else could I say? Man doesn’t think before tweeting.” Max grumbled.

“Made me think-“

“Oh no.”

“Stop it.”

“Okay,”

“Anyway, made me think that I actually have never seen you blush.”

“I’m sure you have,” He assured you, untangling himself from you to get a chilled water bottle from the fridge behind you. You twist your body around, leaning back against the counter to watch his movements with squinted eyes.

“Hmm,” You tap your chin for a few seconds, “Nope, never.”

“Schat, it’s been almost two years,” He paused to crack off the top of the bottle, “I am positive you’ve seen me blush. And even if you haven’t, it’s no big deal.”

You huffed and crossed your arms childishly, “But I’m your girlfriend!” You reached out with your hands to grab his own slutty-man waist.

“Thanks for the reminder, had het anders niet geweten,” Max chuckled, allowing you to pull him by the waist to rest his abdomen just above yours.

“It’s a big deal Maxie, I’m meant to be able to make you blush,” You pouted up at him, scratching your nails up his spine, grinning as he shivered against your hold.

He took a final gulp from his bottle before minutely shifting to press harshly against a cupboard to reveal a hidden bin that popped out at his commend. Max dropped the empty plastic into the metallic cylinder and pushed the sliding contraption in again. He turned back to you, focussing on your large unblinking eyes and wet, pouting lips.

He held your face tenderly, kissing your forehead with his own, “S’okay schat, somethings just aren’t meant to happen.”

You pull away at his statement.

Like hell it won’t

“Nope, that won’t do,” You tug at his arm, guiding him into the separate dining room, a large area that was painted an off-white creamy colour, containing a brass sputnik chandelier that hung low against the white marble dining table which had at least 12 separate chairs tucked beneath its oval body. You pulled at the upholstered chair and dug your hand into the tactile Borg fabric before seating Max, who patiently trailed behind you whilst holding the separate doors open, allowing you to execute your plan perfectly.

You stood in front of the man, who was sat with his legs spread graciously in front of him with his large palms splayed against his slightly-less than normal skinny jeans. It was going to hard, yes. Harder than a diamond heist, to extract the long sought over blush from this well practiced stoic man. But you were determined.

Starting easily, you planted your hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward, close enough that your noses were touching and lips ghosting over each other’s.

“What about this?” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed as you could begin to feel the small grooves and indents of his lips against yours along with his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

“Don’t think so, love.” He murmured back, laughing heartily when you groaned and pushed at his chest.

“Ok that’s it, take it off.” You folded your arms, tapping your foot impatiently.

“Woah, at least buy me dinner first?” Max’s eyes widened as you growled playfully and tugged at the hem of his branded red-bull shirt, “O-Okay okay, chill out you horny demon.”

“Good,” You huff, undoing the buttons of your light blue shirt, until you stood in just your bra and a long pair of silky lounge-wear pants, “We aren’t leaving here until you blush at least once.” You promised him, grinning manically when he stared at your chest.

You re-started once again, barely brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling to yourself when his breath hitched and he groaned, “Anything?” You breathe out, licking slowly, lustfully at the sensitive skin between his ear and the nape of his neck.

“No,” Max denied, squeezing his eyes shut when you took the skin of his collar bone between your lips, sucking lavishly until you were sure of a dark blue love bite before moving inwards, littering the pale canvas with your marks.

“Come on Maxie, you know you want to,” You crooned moving further down, until your face was between his pecs and your hands were braced against the muscles, you dug your nails into his skin before dragging them slowly downwards whilst keeping your eyes locked with his, waiting for the victorious rosy tint to paint his face.

No luck.

“Maybe we should just give up? I can think of a lot of things I can do,” He just barely moaned out from between heavy pants whilst your mouth had made its way to his navel, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You shook your head slightly, flicking your eyes down to where your tongue lay flat against his stomach, “Are you fucking kidding me?” You complained, biting his abs.

“What? I can’t help it,” He defended, holding his arms up innocently before clenching his jaw shut when you began to fiddle with the button of his jeans.

“Yeah?” You challenge, getting up from the tiled floor to swing one leg to one side of his waist while the other sat on the opposite side, allowing you to straddle him and sit directly on his crotch whilst raising an eyebrow at his rolled back eyes.

“What about now Maxie?”

You winded your hips once. Twice. Until he came to hold your love-handles with a tight, possessive grip. Max leaned up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, you whimpered when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants to snap the elastic of your underwear.

You pulled away, burring your hands in his hair and letting the soft strands flow through your fingers, “What about now?” You murmur, pushing yourself against his palm whilst arching your back. He hissed, smirking at your determination.

“Nope.” He removed both hands from your body to fold them behind his head and lean back, “Now what, schat?”

You slumped down and pulled at your bra strap contemplatively, “Dinner.” You stated simply, clambering out of his lap.

“That’s what I tho- wait why are your clothes on?” He asked you incredulously, pointing at the significant tent in his jeans.

“Max Emillian Verstappen I put a lot of effort into dinner tonight,” You scolded him with your pointer finger as you slipped on your shirt, leaving the buttons undone.

“W-what the-“ He spluttered reaching for your hand, “Seriously don’t do this,” he whined, adjusting his jeans with an uncomfortable expression.

“That’s what you get.” You shrugged, leaving him in the dining room, not before you bent down in front of him- swaying your hips suggestively as you collected his shirt from the floor and throwing it at him, “Don’t come out without your shirt on.”

The door slowly creaked shut, leaving Max still shirtless, flabbergasted at his inability to blush.

Well, not really.

He groaned loudly, balling up his shirt to hide the angry red flush that creeped up his cheeks and took over the entirety of his chest, ears and neck.

“HAH!” You called out, re-emerging from the door with a bang, “I KNEW IT.” You had your phone in your hand, displaying a perfect picture of his flustered state, the blonde was buried within his team’s shirt and was very obviously scarlet, “NOW THE WORLD WILL KNOW!” You shouted victoriously, jumping up and down in your spot, shirt still unbuttoned.

You squealed when Max jumped and growled at you, “Get back here, I’ll give you something to tweet about.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

heilige shit - Holy shit

Geliefde - Love [r]

mijn mooie vriendin - my beautiful girlfriend

dat zal niet lukken - that won't work

Mijn liefje - My darling

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

had het anders niet geweten - wouldn't have known otherwise

[tuiccim]

Lost in the Dark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can't wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta readers @whisperlullaby and @fandomsaremylifeline.

The house was dark as Bucky bound up the stairs late in the night. He had been gone for two days and you weren’t expecting him back until tomorrow night. He smiled as he entered your bedroom to find you sound asleep. Naked and laid out on your stomach, you had your arms wrapped under your pillow and your ass was on display making Bucky lick his lips. 

Bucky steps into the adjoining bathroom and strips. He smirks in the mirror at the wicked idea that had crossed his mind. Heading back to the bed, you hadn’t moved an inch and he chuckles lightly at the deep sleep you were in. He had rarely seen you like this and he enjoyed watching you so comfortable in his bed. 

Climbing onto the bed, he straddles your legs and positions himself. He had applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and slid inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ve missed you, Doll,” he whispers as he feels your muscles clench around him. He moves slowly at first but the little whine you let out has his cock throbbing. It had been too long for his tastes and feeling you wrapped around him was intoxicating. His hips began pistoning, driving deeper, and he knew you were fully awake when your hands wrapped around the metal headboard. 

His hand slides under your body to find your clit and make swift circles, “Couldn’t wait till morning, doll. Had to feel this tight cunt squeezing me. Two days is too long to be away from you.”

He knows your body and plays it as a skilled master. Your body tightens and breath hitches as the waves of your orgasm break over you. Unbidden, a high pitched moan escapes you and you feel Bucky tighten above you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed,” he whispers in your ear as he thrusts sloppily, meeting his own end. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath, and occasionally thrusting inside you with the aftershocks. Flipping you over, he looks deeply into your eyes with a sweet smile before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you thoroughly, reminding himself of your sweet nature and softness. “Couldn't wait to get back to you, doll,” he smiles as he slips out of bed. “I’m gonna start the shower. You know I have to have you at least one more time before I can sleep.” 

You watch his naked form as he walks to the dim light coming from the bathroom. When he goes through, you wipe a tear from your eye and your hand trails to feel the collar around your neck. A delicate chain attached it to the bed frame. All made from vibranium. You had been sleeping soundly for the first time in months knowing that he was away on a mission but, now, your captor is home. 

Part 2

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[azmstea]

[COSMO - RARE TWISTED]

Okey, I KNOW some people already made this idea (found out while I was working on this), but I really wanted to make my version of it so let's go!!

Well, I decided to rework a bit Twisted Cosmo because I personally never understood why he is a common one to begin with. And also explain how his ability would work!

This will be a PRETTY long blog with a lot of yapping, so if you're actually interested in the "AU", keep reading!!

ASKS ABOUT HIM ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

Alright, let's start by explaining a bit about him.

"He believes he's helping others, but his healing method doesn't work like before. This twisted, separated from his best friend, walks around looking for people to heal with hearts that block any healing items and causing random effects for a few seconds. Be sure to never be spotted without full health!" - Research description.

During a blackout, Cosmo got lost and was forced to separate from his best friend Sprout and had only one heart left by the end of the process. When arriving at the elevator, he noticed Sprout having a hard time with a twisted, and he also had one heart. Knowing that his stamina was low at the moment, Cosmo does something he never did before: He used all his strength to remove his last heart and give it to Sprout, saving him from a fatal attack. Sprout made it to the elevator, but Cosmo couldn't say the same. (I want my Fruitcake angst y'all, or else I'll cook it)

We aren't sure how exactly toons became Twisteds, but for the sake of this "AU", Dandy decided to use Cosmo as a way to test something new: An ichor heart in a non main character toon. This heart made Cosmo stop from dying, but it causes him A LOT of pain, since his chest is opened and the ichor causes physical pain. He still has some conscience inside of him, but the ichor stops him from acting like how he used to and makes it more difficult to talk. His body and head are full of bites, like the twisted that was haunting Sprout tried to eat him before. His arm is way bigger and heavier than before, but he doesn't mind much because he is pretty strong around his arms, but it surely brings some extra pain for his right side.

Deep down, he just wants to help other toons, but he can't realize how he isn't capable of doing it in a positive way anymore thanks to the ichor.

Yes, I know, only main characters have sounds to show that they're nearby, but I want to add that if Cosmo is extremely close of you (in the same room or in the next room), you're capable of hearing his ichor heart beats, which are fast and loud. Like this, players can escape from him in case they are in a dangerous situation.

ABILITY:

(I saw a video called "swap au" on YouTube and took a bit of inspiration from it, but I changed it to make it a little more interesting!)

Twisted Cosmo's ability is inspired in his Toon's active: Heal others, but with a reverse effect.

If you have all your hearts, Cosmo won't follow you or harm you, he will keep walking because he doesn't want to hurt anyone (something like Glisten) and because he knows you won't need any heals. At first, it's like he won't even do anything at all.

However, if he sees you with 2 hearts or only 1 heart, he will grab his ichor heart from his chest and start chasing you, with the intention of throwing a heart at you and "help". His attention spam is a little longer (3.5 s) and his speed increases from his canon twisted form, but his eye vision isn't the best since he doesn't have one of his eyes, so he can't see you from extreme distances like Shrimpo.

If he catches you, your empty heart slots will be filled with a weird "ichor heart", similar to main characters. As his description says, the heart will block any kind of healing, so things like Teagan's active, medkits and bandaids won't work at all. Along with that, you'll get a random effect for 10 seconds from the I category (like "Confused I", "Slow I", "Tired I"). After the attack, Cosmo will no longer follow you because he thinks he finished his job there. (Distractors you're all screwed🔥)

And plus, you can avoid his attack if you heal yourself BEFORE he can heal you.

Another ability of his is being able to know when and where a player got hurt. Let's say you have 3 hearts, but you got a hit from Shelly in "x" spot. In this scenario, Cosmo will immediately go to "x" spot no matter how far he is from the place. If you manage to leave where you were before he arrives, good! If not, Cosmo will chase you to give you an ichor heart. Sounds "inoffensive" at first, but depending of the situation, it can make your life pure hell.

If you have 1 regular heart and 2 ichor hearts, Cosmo will no longer care about you during that floor because it's impossible to get another hit without dying, leaving you in a vulnerable situation for any complicated twisteds like Pebble or Goob. That's why I like to call him the very first twisted that won't kill you directly! I wanted to play with the fact that he's a supporter as a toon, so why not make a "supporter" twisted whose job is make your gameplay harder?? Maybe a new type of twisted?

"Will Cosmo also follow you if all machines are done like Glisten?" I'm still unsure of it, but to keep his "support" role, I suppose he would just accept his fate of being alone, because at least he can "help" others. (I WANT FRUITCAKE ANGST!!!)

How do you remove the ichor hearts? Again, still thinking about it, but just like Shelly's "Confused" ability, the effect should be gone once you reach the elevator. I thought about leaving the effect for 2 floors, but I dunno if this would be too OP or anything, so you can decide on this!

Now congratulations! You know who is twisted Cosmo and how to survive to one of the most annoying Twisteds ever!! /jk

I suppose that's all for now about him! He's still in development, but this is the main idea of him and his abilities!

And don't worry, I will be sure to cook some good old angst with this concept. Hope everyone enjoys it!!

ASKS ABOUT HIM ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

[twinliches]

hi would you say the barrier of entry for sailing is very high?

my family had a house near the beach so i spent every summer in the sea so i absolutely ADORE IT and wanted to learn how to sail recreationally but it's always seemed so expensive + hard to get into

advice or opinions are greatly appreciated if you have any to offer<3

btw i love ur blog ty :)

i would absolutely encourage you to try sailing out and i think it's a great sport to get into! i have introduced dozens of people to sailing so far and almost all of them hit the ground running. the learning curve is steep and even just joining for the first times without touching anything is exhilarating so no moment learning is wasted. strong motion sickness or a paralyzing fear of the ocean notwithstanding, i truly think everyone can learn the ropes (haha) and that quickly! we always joke that it is very easy to get a boat sailing and very hard to get it sailing fast, but you have the rest of the life to figure out the latter and even if you don't you will have a grand time on the water.

you did not specify if you want to get on a sailing yacht (that you can sleep and do long tours on) or a smaller dhingy so i will answer both and i hope it is helpful!

SAILING YACHTS:

when it comes to sailing yacht, the real challenge is not sailing but owning a boat, and that is where the financial barriers come in. i will not lie to you - owning a boat is really expensive, and i am talking 5 to 6 figures a year expensive for a middle-sized sailing yacht including mooring, fixes, equipment, utilities, tools, and everything else. you can absolutely find cheap boats sold at every coast line - but buying a boat is not expensive, having a boat is. (guy who just bought a rope for 600 human dollars voice) heed my warning.

THE GOOD NEWS: you absolutely do NOT need a boat to learn sailing on a yacht. everywhere there is a marina there is people looking for crew, and many sailing clubs have programmes for beginners to get you on a yacht and try it out! there are also many summer programmes to join on larger tours and learn sailing. i would encourage you to bring a friend or two because it's much easier to flounder around on a new ship in groups, but it is absolutely worth trying out and again - even being on a boat is exiting, and you learn by doing!

now. sailing is not a dangerous sport and this is my heightened sense for safety of a sailing instructor speaking. but! if you join on a boat even as a visitor please think of that sailing tumblr blog in your life and tell the captain that before you go out of the water you would like to know: 1) the number for local search and rescue, and 2) the position of the fire extinguisher, the lifeboat/life ring, and the emergency shut-off and 3) that you want to wear a life vest unrelated to weather conditions. if they make jokes about you being a worry-wart, take them in stride, but if they refuse to do any of this, you tell them that they are irresponsible and leave. things rarely go wrong but they can and i want you to know what to do. okay? sailing is not scary but being unprepared is. okay PSA over.

DHINGY SAILING:

dhingy sailing is the most fun, the closest to the water, and the fastest way to learning sailing because you are together with one other person max facing the winds. yes you will most certainly get wet, but it is very safe, close to shore, incredibly fun and exhilarating, teaching you self-reliance, reflexes, trains your sense of balance and gives you abs. it's the perfect sport. can you tell i teach dhingy sailing

if you want to learn dhingy sailing, again, do NOT immediately buy a dhingy. while they are far less expensive they are still a hassle and setting up the mast without knowing your way around a boat will discourage you from sailing forever. instead, again, join a sailing club or a short course to learn dhingy sailing!

many places can give you intensive courses and certificates that qualify you to lend out dhingys afterwards our you join a sailing club with their own dhingys (which there are a lot of everywhere!). most offer weekly or even daily sailing lessons and group sailing and faster than you know you will flying over the water. the financial barrier here could be the course cost as they vary widely (my students pay 50 euros a year but some places will cost you that or more an hour it's hard to gauge). apart from that, you will have to invest in a neoprene suit and a sailing west, but that's the extent of it.

all in all, give sailing a try! it is the most rewarding hobby i can think of and my heart aches for everyone who lives at the coast and doesn't best the waves one way or another. and again, i cannot stress it enough: being on the water is half the fun. everything else will happen in due time. the ocean waits for you! happy sailing!

[ast4tarion]

oh my gosh i have read one of your anya blogs and they are so good

could you PLEASEEEE write a blog about what it would be like if she used a strap on a female reader?? 🫶🏼🫶🏼

happy holidays!!!

happy holidays to you too! thank you :) i love writing anya, she is enrichment for me as a writer i am squeaking her like a squeaky toy lol

contains: top!anya, strap-ons, fluff, afab!reader, a little bit of teasing, some cockwarming

NSFW Anya HCs:

Her strap isn’t anything too dramatic, just a plain black harness w/ a dick in a colour like purple or muted pink

topping w/ the strap is incredibly euphoric for her

it allows her to retain a sense of control while also knowing she’s pleasing you

she likes positions facing you, she loves to see your face and the expressions you make when she’s sliding it in

she loves you on the bed on your back and her standing with your legs over her shoulders

that way she can lean forward and kiss you while also hitting as deep inside you as possible

very much into soft kisses and praise while she’s thrusting into you so hard your seeing stars

she’s the kind of person to brush your hair out of your face with the utmost sweetness while your legs are shaking and you can barely form words

on the rare occasions she gets into teasing you she’ll push your legs together and fuck your thighs

making the strap slide against you or even letting the tip catch against your hole but not pushing it in

she also can cum just from wearing the strap

you want her to be able to cum multiple times the way she does for you though so you buy her a vibe to put between her and the harness which works wonders

I can see her being into cockwarming too, because it’s very intimate

She’d pull out all her medical textbooks and notes for her desk, stay fully clothed with the harness over them, and then have you sit in her lap while she studies

no squirming, no touching, you have to sit still knowing she’s so close and at any moment could grab your hips and push you further onto it

(you get to ride her as a treat afterwards though!)

[ficarcheologist]

୧ ⊹₊ ⋆ nsfw alphabet 💭 feyd rautha

WARNINGS ⁞ smut, 18+, profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

OPs NOTES ⁞ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them. Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

MY NOTES ⁞ This is not my work. If you are the owner of this work and would like it taken down, please provide proof of ownership and I will take it down/redirect where necessary! Link to the fic reblogged on one of my other side blogs.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you’re his wife or a favored concubine/lover, you can expect some degree of aftercare, but otherwise? He’s honestly probably halfway out the door before you’ve come back to your senses. However if he genuinely cares about you, he’ll at least clean you off and ask if you’re alright.

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

His favorite body part of his own is his hands. And your neck for similar reasons. He loves watching the way his fingers wrap around your throat. The sight of that excites him like nothing else on the planet.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harkonnen have black cum and that makes it pretty easy for Feyd to stain your body or clothes and mark his territory.

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

You’re a bit shy about it but his absolute favorite act of intimacy with you is going down on you when you’re on your period. You’re so responsive, and blood has never scared him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

About what one would expect for a nobleman his age, maybe slightly less as he focuses more on fighting.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary for both the control it gives him over you and the intimacy it provides.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Deathly serious.

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

Shaved, perfectly well groomed. Feyd is a future Baron, and everything about him needs to be flawless.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s surprised by how much he changes through the course of your relationship. He goes from despising the romantic aspects of it to craving that affection from you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only does it when he’s off world and can’t get his greedy hands on you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife kink, blood kink, impact play, hair pulling, biting, overstim, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The luxurious chambers be shares with you at the palace. But, he does enjoy a good session where there’s a risk of being caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your cleavage, the sound of your voice, seeing you hold your own in a fight, seeing you smile at him, seeing you cry.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d be turned off by disrespect. Sass is fine to a certain degree, but disrespect? No.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving. Loves the power he has over you to make you scream and writhe against his ministrations, the way you taste, everything about it. And he’s damn good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Almost exclusively fast and rough and HARD. Very rarely will it be slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sure, he’d rather take his time with you but he has nothing against a good quickie and engages in them often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely a risk taker and game to experiment with almost anything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4-5 rounds, excellent self control so makes you come at least once or even twice before he does each go about. If he has time, he’s definitely going to wear you out.

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

Prefers the simpler things - like knives - but would have no issue trying out some toys on you, not so much on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you’ve pissed him off? He can be very, VERY unfair. He will edge you for literal hours until you’re begging him to let you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Average to slightly louder than average. Mostly animalistic sounds (snarling, growling) and the occasional moan of your name.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly enjoys the idea of you taking the lead and pinning him to the bed, having your way with him, riding him and using him.

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

He’s big. 8 inches, long, thick, veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. He’s a busy man who often has other things on his mind, BUT when he’s with you and doesn’t have any worries? It goes from average to insane quite fast.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on his mood. Typically he will fall asleep pretty quickly.

[myherobkg]

KNOW YOUR PLACE; K. Nanami

This is a continuation of this from my main blog -> @misdeliria jjk college au

Nanami saw you earlier this morning. You looked beautiful as you dozed off in the lecture—you couldn't keep your attention on statistics for more than twenty minutes at a time. It gave him an excuse to brush against your arm to remind you of your notes.

You didn't look back at him as he followed you out of your seats at the end of the lesson. His eyes were glued on your shoulder, restraining himself from reaching out.

He followed you to his next class all the way up until your path diverged, but you surprised him by turning around suddenly.

"Oh, I didn't realize how close you were behind me," you quickly apologize sheepishly.

"It's alright," Nanami dismisses smoothly. He's pleasantly surprised you turned around.

"I know you have class, but could I keep you for a second?"

Nanami nods and follows you off the path in the shade of a tree.

The campus was bustling at this time of day. Most students preferred morning classes to get out of the way. People were on their computers in the grass or reading a book and listening to music, and the skies were clear with a cool breeze.

"I'm so sorry for just leaving the other morning," you say miserably, bowing slightly. "I had an appointment I couldn't miss, and I completely forgot about it the night before. And I didn't want to wake you up."

"It wouldn't have been a problem if you had other engagements to wake me up," Nanami tells you.

You shrug, scratching the back of your arm. "I thought it might've been awkward. Like, you would regret it or something, and I didn't want to see your face when you kicked me out."

"You had to leave anyways."

Rolling your eyes, you shift your weight between your legs. "That's not the point, Nanami."

"Then, what's the point?"

Up until this moment, Nanami's eyes had been watching you. Watching all the thoughts flash through your head from your expressive eyes that never focused on him. He knows you're infatuated with him and adores the attention and entertainment you offer, but he knows he can't make you happy.

You and most of the student body came from wealthy families, but Nanami was an outlier. He didn't come from money. He understands that he's gained a rare opportunity to make connections and stumble upon whatever high-paying desk job his wealthy peers can offer him.

Nanami could use you to get a leg up in connections, and you're so supportive that you would offer opportunities on a plate for him.

"There is no point," you sigh dejectedly. "I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly, and now I have. Don't hold it against me, is all."

"I would never do such a thing," Nanami remarks dryly, lips twitching upward.

You scoff, rearranging your arms into a new position for the fourth time since arriving under the tree. "Don't you have to get to class?"

"The professor emailed this morning and canceled it for the students that needed more time on their essays."

Nanami contained his smile as if he could see the lightbulb light up above your head.

"I assume you've submitted your final draft already?" You ask tentatively, to which Nanami nods. "I was going to grab coffee with some friends and hopefully open my computer within that time. Would you like to join us?"

Nanami checked his watch, weighing the risk of getting trapped in an uncomfortable situation with obnoxious personalities.

"I have to get some work finished," he opts to use as his excuse.

He watches your face fall, but you quickly cover the disappointment with a haughty expression.

"I get it. Genius guy, Kento Nanami, is too good for people like us." You throw your hair over your shoulder and spin on your heel to leave. "I'll see you around then."

Nanami stays under the shade, watching you disappear into the traffic of people commuting to their classes.

Yeah, it can't be anything more than this. Short, fleeting moments. As a young, wealthy woman, well-known in social circles, you were unattainable for someone like Nanami. It wasn't sustainable in the long run. One would end up resenting the other.

And he didn't want to use you. Nanami would rather be a slave to an office job than take advantage of your status.

He just wanted you—but was it the same for you? You were very sought out by the male population at school. Your attraction to Nanami could be superficial. Temporary.

He wouldn't risk caving into your interactions if it meant you'd eventually get bored and move on to the next shiny object.

Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. You wouldn't do anything like that; you weren't that type of person, but Nanami just couldn't understand why it was him?

Who was he in an ocean of suitable men?

He knew, deep down, he was setting himself up for disappointment.

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[therealmylesmorales]

N S F W Alphabet|| Lara Croft

I feel like this doesn’t really need a warning, you see the title, you should know what’s up. Minors/ageless blogs if you interact, you will get blocked immediately ❤️ (fem!reader)

Moots look away, ill cry

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No matter who was on top that night, Lara always gives aftercare. She doesn’t immediately get up to run the bath, she likes to sit there for a few minutes; allow the both of you to catch your breath, sing praises in your ears. So, probably after thirty minutes of that, she would bring you both to the bath.

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

For herself, Lara’s favorite part of her body is probably her hands and arms. Going off from what I’ve seen on the show and the games, our girl has muscles and she’s definitely not afraid to show them in bed. She loves to hold you down, and having you feel the strength of her thrusts.

On you, Lara loves your tits and thighs. Big, small— it doesn’t matter, your nipple is ending up in her mouth at the end of the day. And she loves feeling the softness of your thighs when you squeeze her head as she laps at your pussy; it’s a wordless tell that you’re about to cum.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Lara’s addicted to the way you taste. The way you glisten against her fingers, she will put her fingers between your lips just to immediately kiss you afterwards.

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

Before you two got together (in the talking/flirting stage), Lara often touched herself to the thought of you. She had borrowed (she stole that shit) one of your favorite t-shirts that was covered in your scent and that was the hardest she had ever come.

E= Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t see Lara dating too many people before you, or even one night stands. But she still knows what she’s doing, just give her a chance to learn your body.

F= Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lara has two; one for you and one for herself.

Any position where she’s able to see your face is often her go to. She loves to see your eyes roll back as she takes you with the strap, running her hands all over your pretty body.

For herself, Lara loves to be taken from the back. Her arch is oh so pretty, and she comes the hardest this way. Don’t be surprised if you were to make her squirt eventually.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

While a couple of giggles will escape her after a couple fumbling fingers, there will be no joking. Ain’t shit funny on how she’s holding you hostage (lovingly) against the bed.

H= How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

First off, Lara wouldn’t care how you look. Clean shaven, bush, whatever. An eater is going to eat. As for herself, she’s well trimmed. She prefers herself that way.

I= Intimacy (how well are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Lara is nothing if not romantic. If her hands aren’t busy elsewhere, at least one of them are hold onto one of yours. She just likes to feel close to you.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, Lara never masterbated much. She was too busy or just not really in the mood. But after being with you, you awoke something in her.

Now, she’ll stare at the pictures you sent, or even the rare videos of you both, fingers working furiously over her clit as she whispers your name in the quiet bedroom.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. Praise. Praise— this girl will not shut up about you. Constantly whispering in your ear as her fingers or hips thrust against you.

“You’re taking me so well, darling.”

“Fuck, such a good girl, my love.”

Overstim is also a common action in the bedroom. So unless the safe word comes out or you’re close to passing out, be prepared for a long night.

Breeding kink.

L= Location (favorite place to do the do)

Her bedroom, or even the manor in general, is the only acceptable place for her. She doesn’t want her name to be on the front page again, she does have a slight reputation to uphold. But inside the manor, there’s no holding back.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If Lara stares at you for too long, she would want to take you to the bedroom. Of course, you could tell the difference between her loving stares and the looks where she wants to drag you into the bedroom.

She stares a bit too long at your lips. And if you have even a bit of a cleavage, you would need to repeat what you said at least another time because baby girl was not listening.

N= No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Lara is NOT degrading you, it’s not in her character not to mention she can’t even bring herself to say anything like that to you. You are free to call her names though.

Anything with blood, knives or straight up hurting each other is a hard no too, it’s not up for debate.

O= Oral (preference in giving, receiving, skill, etc.)

Even if she gets lockjaw, Lara isn’t stopping until you push her head away. She gets addicted to your taste, by how your clit throbs against her tongue. Lara will keep her eyes on you face, remember how beautiful you look with her buried between your legs.

And Lara can only handle you eating her out for so long until she gets too sensitive. It doesn’t help that her first orgams happens too fast, she needs a breather from you after the first one.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Lara is a mix of everything really, that would depend on how you want it. She could start off nice and slow then get caught up in the moment and start fucking you in the mattress, getting lost in your moans.

For herself, Lara likes to get fucked a little rougher. Be mean to her, she would like it.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not. A. Fan. She likes to take her time and fully embrace you. Now she won’t turn down the offer to sneak away for others during a social gathering but you cum at least twice, back to back to make up for the fact that you’re not at home.

R= Risk (are they going to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

She’s willing to try most things at least once, especially if you request it so often. But despite how she acts, especially out in the wild, Lara isn’t much of a risk taker when it comes to you.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

Between the two of you, you are the one that taps out first. Lara could go all night if she really wanted to. However seeing how she’s the one delivering most of the pleasure, you can only take so much.

T= Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both use a strap, however Lara uses it more on you. It’s one of her favorites, it can stretch you out the way her long fingers can’t.

You use the vibrator whenever Lara’s away, sending her videos to tease her. Trust when I say she will blow up your phone just to hear you and talk you through it.

U= Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Lara could only stand teasing you and being teased for so long until she cracks. She will let one comment slide before she will toss you onto the bed. She is much stronger than you and will use that to her advantage.

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

You would think Lara is the one getting fucked by how much she whimpers and cries. No, she just doesn’t know how to keep herself quiet; crying into your neck as she whimpers out incoherent praises as she straps you down.

Now if it’s one of the rare times when YOU wear the strap, Lara is damn near the opposite. You’re hitting every spot in her and she finds it hard to breathe, only harsh gasps. But when she cums, her moans rings throughout the room.

W= Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seeing you care for her, really turns Lara on; whether that be small chores around the manor, stitching her up and making sure she’s fine after coming home—anything like that. Lara would feel as if she needs to pay you back in some way. Maybe her on her knees for you.

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

If you think Lara doesn’t have muscles, I need you to be fucking for real. Now, no Abby Anderson type shit but her physique is still very visible even when not flexing. Therefore if you broach the topic of riding her abs, you’re not getting a no.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When Lara comes back from her explorations, for a solid 2 days, you guys are not leaving the bed. It doesn’t matter how long she was gone for, she missed you and needs that physical reconnection.

Any other time, even just a simple kiss will often lead to a heavy make out/grinding session. She’ll softly plead to go to the bedroom and when Lara looks at you with those pretty brown eyes, you agree without a second thought.

Z= Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you both are all nice and clean, cuddled up on the warm bed, it doesn’t take long for Lara to fall asleep. After sex, I can see her usually being the little spoon. And if your fingers glide through her loose waves, Lara’s out within 5 minutes.

[storiesfromafan]

The Battle - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: in my pole I put up an option of something different, and I think this fits that. As this was a long time coming, nearly a year and a half 😅

This is the final part to two other one-shots, which many always wanted a final part to. Even a comment from earlier in the year brought me back to this idea. I did start it but never finished it, for at that time I wasn't confident enough in it. But with my gained experience I was ready to give it another go 😊

I don't have a song for this one, as I couldn't find the right one for it. But I did listen to a lot of classical music; Chopin, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Bach, etc.

So I hope you all enjoy the final part. Also, forgive any spelling/grammer mistakes.

Previous: Traitor and Dandilion

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(The best gif i could find of this scene)

With the fall of Dumbledor, Hogwarts felt cold. Touched by a darkness, which licked at the skin of the students that returned for the next year. There was barely any life in the halls. The light that shone into the buildings were gloomier. The animals on the grounds scarcely showed themselves. And paintings rarely speaking, almost fearful of something. Ultimately that something finally hit the school.

It was Voldemort, and his death eaters. They came for the school, as its protector was now gone. If Hogwarts was to fall, that would be the last hope all magic kind had. This school had been a beaconing light. Dumbledor had guided and protected so many, and now it was the students turn to defend what their fallen Headmaster had help flourish.

Students and teachers stood together, along with The Order and various others. All wanting this nightmare to be over once and for all. The protective field over the school held for a good while, eventually hitting its breaking point, allowing death eaters into the school. The battle raged on. Everyone doing all they could to fight the darkness. Among them was yourself, thankful for all that you’ve learnt in the classroom and outside of it.

When the death eaters fell back, you were all given a moment of reprieve. Looking around the Great Hall, remembering a time when it was filled with four long house tables, at the head the tables of the teachers and the overall joy and warmth it saw over the years. Now it housed the injured and, regrettably, the dead. Filled with shock, you looked upon the bodies of Lupin and Tonks. They lay there so still, it didn’t seem right. Next was the Weasley’s and how they huddled around the lifeless body of Fred. His twin, George was beside himself. You could only imagine what it was like to lose your other half.

Mindless you moved from the room, hand on a pillar just outside the Great Hall. Leaning against it, you slowly slide down to a crouching position. You continued to stare out in front of you. Mind trying to process everything, yet struggling to. A set of hands wrapped your upper arms, the person before you speaking but it sounded like you were under water, their words muffled.

“Get me someone who can look her over! She’s in shock!” They called to another. Coming into view you see Neville being the person whose hands were grounding you. “(Y/N), are you hurt?”

It took a moment to for his words to sink in, and you shook your head, no. Words dying in your throat. Which burned, along with your eyes, from the tears forming yet won’t fall. Neville stayed with you until another teacher came to check on you, once confirmed you were physically fine, they moved on. Yet Neville remained with you, shortly after Luna joined you both. She also tried to calm you, the best one could in this situation.

Among all the thoughts running through your mind, the words Mattheo said to you last year rang out. Next year, don’t come back to Hogwarts. I can’t say anything...but I need you to be safe. Now you know why he said those words. It was his way of warning you. Mattheo tried to protect you, but you hadn’t listened. But could you blame yourself? You were upset with him, and thought nothing of it. Yet, you wonder if you had listened, or he had told others, could most of the death from today be avoided?

Neville, not being able to handle the cries of the injured or those that they have lost, grabbed one of your arms. He mentioned something about you both getting fresh air. With that, he navigated you towards an exit, one of the larger side entrances to the castle. You placed a hand on a large crumbled pillar for balance, while drawing in some fresh air. Neville made sure you were alright before walking down the stairs, and around the rubble scattered around the entrance.

You looked up and around, taking in the damage done to the old School. Heart breaking from the devastation. Pushing away from the pillar, you made your way down the stairs, slowly the shock coming down. You watched as your friend walked over to a pile of rubble, and picking up the old Sorting Hat. He dusted it briefly before staring into the void, something grabbing his attention. Unfortunately, an approaching noise caught both your attention, your heads lifting to the ravaged bridge connecting the school to the outside world.

You both could see a large group headed your way, something about it making your stomach drop. Neville limped further into the courtyard, towards the approaching cluster. That drop to your stomach was for good measure, for at the head of the group was Voldemort. And as you moved forward you spotted the captured Hagrid, who looked to be holding a body. A cold sensation encased you when Ginny moved past you, along with her father, and then her questioning of who Hagrid was carrying.

“Harry Potter is...dead!” Proclaimed Voldemort in delight.

The no Ginny screamed hit you deeply, and her father holding her back broke your heart. By this point every able body moved out from inside the Castle. Their faces a mix of worry and defiance. You were just like them as you stepped up beside Neville. You stood there as Voldemort spoke, preaching to put faith in him. Yet all knew it was not faith, rather he wanted to be feared.

“Harry Potter is dead!” He joyfully boasted to his death eaters, who just laughed. Some natural while other forced. “Now is the time to declare yourself! Come forward and join us, or die” Voldemort addressed you all, eyes looking over the crowd.

Breaking the silence was Malfoy, calling to Draco to join him and his wife. Many looked to the blonde and his parents. You kept your eyes forward, watching Voldemort closely. Eventually Draco moved to join his mother, as she called for him. But before he could be with her, Voldemort praised the blonde in passing. Even awkwardly hugging the young man. Finally free, Draco didn’t waste time to be with his mother, them both giving Lucious the cold shoulder as they moved through the crowd.

Before you could stop him, Neville moved forward. Some snarky words from Voldemort and laughter from ththdeath eaters, Neville never backed down from them. He spoke the truth, yet to Voldemort out of turn. His words hitting everyone who was fighting for good deeply, almost lighting a fire in every one of you. Voldemort just laughed at his words, before those beady eyes of his landed on you.

“And what about you?” The Dark Lord addressed you.

Surprised by the attention, you took a step back only for a figure to aperate behind you. They grabbed you by the hair before forcing you forward. You heard the protests from those on your side, yet none moved when Voldemort lifted his wand toward them. Roughly you were pushed onto the ground before him. The sickly joyous smile upon his face as you looked up at him. You’d never faced evil head on before, and you noted you hope you never will in the future, if you survive this moment.

“Your name" demanded Voldemort. When you did not comply, he repeated himself as Bellatrix once more pulled your hair.

“(Y/N)!” You cried in pain and fear.

Voldemort leant down, tutting you. “That wasn’t so hard, was it...”

Bellatrix just giggled, while the reptile like man moved around before you. Like he was thinking or musing over something. You were unsure what was to come right now. As well as wondering where Mattheo was, you had not seen him in the crowd, let alone the battle.

“Bring him forward!” Bellowed Voldemort, turning to those behind him.

You watched as the crowd slowly parted, and being pulled from their rankings was a tied-up Mattheo, who looked to have taken a beating. Dried blood upon his face at his nose and lips. You looked at him in shock, which he mirrored on his own face, along with fear. Your ex was brought to Voldemort’s side, he looked to his father in utter confusion.

“Do you know who this is?” Voldemort asked his offspring.

“My ex" Mattheo replied, attempting to be cold and aloof.

Voldemort nodded, yet not buying the young man’s words. “Yes, the ex you broke up with for a Slytherin girl. The ex who you wanted nothing to do with, yet made sure to keep an eye on. Along with protection. That ex!” Voldemort’s voice was screaming at the end, looking to his son with such anger.

Mattheo sputtered, not finding the words he needed to please his father. His silence just fueling Voldemort’s anger to rage. Swiftly he turned back to you, his cold hands grasping your chin and pulling you to look at Mattheo. He looked at you like a frightened child, and you understood and didn’t blame him. Yet you felt some solace in knowing, even apart, he had kept tabs on you, trying to keep you safe.

But right now, he felt that he’d failed. Mattheo had hoped breaking up with you, and going with a Slytherin girl would get his father off your scent. To Voldemort love was weak, and in that, he would say Mattheo was weak. Yet he did what he did for love, to Mattheo love wasn’t weak. It was strength to do what had to be done, even if it hurt you.

“Look at her Mattheo, really look at her!” His father yelled. “She is the definition of weak, love is weak. And in turn...she made you weak”.

Letting go of you, Voldemort rose and moved back to his son. He looked disgusted in his offspring. A father who’s son failed him. And he voiced those words to Mattheo. So much so, that Neville spoke up again, having enough of what was happening to his friend. Bellatrix let go of you and turned to the young man, about to hit him with a spell. When there was noise from the back, and many saw Harry's body move from Hagrid, dropping to the ground.

What happened next seemed to move in a fast speed. One-minute Naginie was hit with fire from Harry's wand, and the next you’re being pulled up from the ground by Neville, who’d pulled Godric's sword from the sorting hat. Everyone scattered, death eaters for the bridge or toward the castle, everyone you had fought with heading back into the castle. You along with them, thanks to Neville. But you did look back at Mattheo, who had been grabbed by a death eater and dragged back into the cluster.

You were pushed back inside while Neville stood guard at the door. Yet he flew back when holding up the sword as Voldemort spent a spell his way. You moved into the castle. Jostled by fellow students in a hurry. Most taking on death eaters, yourself included when one shot a spell your way. Doing your best, you sent back your own. Back and forth till you finally knocked them back. Making your way around, helping those that needed it. You made it back outside in time to see Neville slice Naginie, thus taking out the final horcrox, and Voldemort too.

Relief washed over you, and with it your guard going down. The next minute you had been rushed by a death eater, and down the stairs you went hard. Landing on the ground, head hitting large debris that lay there. You heard your name, and felt someone picking you up. But you couldn’t make heads or tails who it was. And then it went black.

You groaned, eyes cracking open to be met with light. Quickly you closed your eyes, detesting the natural light. Slowly you opened them again, allowing yourself to adjust. Once done, you noted the hospital room you were in. Panic began to rise just before a familiar face popped into the room; Luna.

She beamed upon seeing you awake. “Oh thank goodness!” She sighed, making her way to you. “We were beginning to wonder when you’ll awake".

Confused you questioned her. And she filled you in that you were at St Mungo's, that you had been out for nearly two weeks and the aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts. To which you questioned; battle of Hogwarts? Of course Luna looked at you like you were crazy, spouting off about the death eaters and Voldemort. Which didn’t ring a bell. That was when she went to get a doctor. Who came rather quickly. With some tests and a check-up, it looked as if you had memory loss. It looks like you couldn’t recall anything since the start of Fifth Year.

“It’s a mix of amnesia and stress, as well as shock, from the battle" the doctor had informed your parents, just outside your door. “All I can suggest is letting her be, and hopefully in time, her memory will come back”.

You had tried to remember, focusing on anything and everything. Even talking with Neville, Luna and other students. And yet nothing. It was frustrating you. This missing part of you. You even voiced to Luna, who seemed to be holding back information, that you felt like a part of you was missing. She brushed it off, saying it will all come back. Yet, what if it didn’t? You couldn’t go on with this feeling that something wasn’t there, like an extension of yourself missing.

Upon finally being released from the hospital, your parents took you home. Fussing over you and dotting on you all the time. You understood why. They could have lost you. And you felt the guilt for it. Yet something in you told you, it had been the right thing to do. Briefly you recall fighting but it wasn’t enough to fully remember. But you know you had faught for the right reasons.

Months flew by, bits and pieces returned to you. Not full pictures, but large pieces of a puzzle, that you could make out what was happening in it. That was your memory. Then an opportunity arose, many of your fellow students were heading back to Hogwarts. To see the old castle, how she had been fixed up and to remember those who had been lost. At first your parents protested you returning. But you argued this might be the best way to recover more, possibly all, your memories. And with that, their fight was lost.

Riding the Hogwarts Express was not necessary, but for nostalgia you did it. And so did many others. You sat with students you never would have before. The experience you all went through bringing you all together.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, that familiar warmth washed over you. The joy you felt at the start of every year seeping into you. Only it was tinged with sadness and loss. You don’t recall them all, but you knew many had fallen on these grounds. Walking the Halls, you continued to feel mixed emotions as you wondered on. In passing you saw faces of those you remembered, sharing pleasantries and stories. It was like that all day, till the point you couldn’t take it any more.

So you slipped out of one of the exits, which lead you out towards the Quiddich field. And from there you walked to your favourite spot among the wild flowers. The fresh air felt good in your lungs, and the soft breeze had your hair tickling the side of your face. Yet you enjoyed it all, and the walk. But you were surprised to find someone at your spot. You slowed down as you approached them, confusion written on your face.

Mattheo had come back to Hogwarts with the need to make amends. Yet many were unhappy of his return, still hurting over what he had done. Though not willingly. He had been a pawn in his father’s game. And if Mattheo had stepped out of turn, he would have been severely pushed. After the battle he had been brought before the Ministry, a trial was held and with some favourable factors, Mattheo was saved a trip to Azkaban. But he did receive a punishment, working for the Ministry in the lower levels. Eventually he slipped out and to your favourite spot in the wild flowers. Picking at the flowers while deep in thought.

Ever since the battle, when he had watched you get rushed by a death eater and then fall down, hitting your head badly, Mattheo recalled it all so vividly. Wishing he had been quicker, or that he had done something long before the battle. He didn’t want you to get hurt, yet you did. A hurt that meant you forgetting a chunk of your life! He had heard that you could only recall before Fifth Year. That meant you didn’t remember the relationship you both had. Or his ending it. Or the hurt he put you through. It was a small relief that was out weighted by guilt.

He’d just picked a dandelion when approaching feet hit his ears, the rustle of grass making your presence known. Upon looking up – hand over his eyes to help fight the afternoon light – Mattheo was shocked to see you. You shot him a look of uncertainty, as if you were trying to place who he was. Of course, you didn’t remember him. He had hoped maybe that part of your memory had come back. Yet, a small part of him was happy you didn’t remember him. That he had been a dark stain on your life. Self obliviate was better then the spell.

“Ah, hi" came your bell like voice, music to Mattheo's ears. “Didn’t realise others liked this place". You finished with a small, awkward laugh.

He twirled the dandelion between his thumb and finger. “It’s a good spot. Comfortable and away from people...”

You nodded, whole heartedly agreeing. “I-I'm (Y/N)”.

A sad smile crossed Mattheo's lips before he got up from his spot on the ground. “I know".

You were surprised. Brain racking itself for his name, but coming up short. “I'm so sorry...I can’t recall your name. After the battle, I’ve been suffering from amnesia...”

Mattheo politely nodded. “I heard, that is such a shame (Y/N)”.

The way he said your name, like there was a familiarity with you. Which only confused you more. Looking down at the weed between his fingers, Mattheo looked back up to you. There was a sadness to his eyes. Leaving you even more confused. He took a few steps forward, a soft sad smile on his gorgeous face.

He placed the dandelion in your hands. “Oh, you should make a wish!” You said pushing it back to his hands.

Mattheo shook his head. “I’m afraid it would be wasted on me...as the one thing I care about is safe" – he placed the weed in your hand one final time, this time letting go of your hand – “you take this wish...”

And with that Mattheo walked past you, hands pushed deep into his pants pockets as he headed back for the castle. It’s true. Mattheo was happy just knowing you were safe now. And him being far away from you was the best thing he could do for you. Sure, it hurt to have you asking his name. But it was for the best.

You watched him walk away, the dandelion twirling between your thumb and finger. You thought him strange, and weird. Why was he so sad? And you never got his name! Shrugging it off you looked down at the weed and decided to take his wish. Taking in a deep breathe, you concentrated on the wish you wanted. And when you held it clearly in your mind, you blew at the weed. It’s seeds released from the stem, floating off and up. Taking with it your wish.

Please, let me remember everything...

With one last look in the direction of the young man had walked, you took over his spot. Only you fell back, basking in the grass, the smell of the wild flower and the last warmth from the afternoon sun. You felt comfortable, yet not content. Something was missing. Subconsciously, your left hand reached out beside you, only grasping a chunk of grass.

That’s not right...

You expected to feel the warm flesh of a larger hand. It encasing yours in a gentle hold. Their thumb caressing across the top of your hand. A memory came back, that hand and a body that held you close as you both laughed. Their laughter was airy and gruff. You felt their warmth physically, and their laughter warming your heart.

“You’re so cute" a male said with a chuckle. “Can I keep you...?”

You giggled, burying your face in his chest, “...you’re so funny!”

You couldn’t hear his name, but you know you said it. Your brows drew together as you tried to recall their name. Whoever he was, he was special to you. And you forgot him. Your chest ached at the realisation. Slowly other memories with this male came back. From sweet and caring moments, to fights. But then there was a memory that felt like your heart was breaking. It was the moment whatever between you both ended.

They ended whatever was between you. They were cold and uncaring. Moving on without batting an eyelash. You on the other hand were a mess, crushed and hurt. Left picking up the pieces of your heart. While he moved on quickly. Then your last memory brings you back to this spot. Exchange of words between you and the young man. Even while hurt and angry, you asked if he was alright. But what surprised you was their apology.

“How can you just say that?” You questioned. “How does apologising make up for what I’ve been through?”

“It doesn’t. But I want you to know that I am sorry-"

You scoffed. “Yeah right. The ....... ...... I know would never say sorry. He might show it, but never openly apologise”.

He frowned. “That is true, but i want to put it into words. I at least owe you that...”

“You owe me nothing! Nor do I want it!” you yelled.

It got fuzzy again, slipping in and out of focus and sound. Holding a hand to your head you pushed on. Not remembering what happened after that, but the end of your interaction. You sat up holding your head, eyes closed focusing on the recollection.

“It’s alright” you sighed. “I don’t entirely forgive you, but I half accept it”

“You do?” He choked out. “Why?”

“I won’t lie. I was hurt. I was angry” you looked him dead in the eyes. “But what has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me? It has left me bitter, and it’s gotten me no where”.

You saw him nodding.

“So, I’d rather accept some of it than nothing. Because I look back at our time together and I know I was happy” you said fondly. “You made me happy Theo. And I would love to see you in as much agony as me, but part of me still hates to see it”.

“Just part?”

You lowered your hand, eyes blinking at the nickname; Theo. Finally something to go by. Now what was his name? You thought of the memories, every time his name was mentioned, you recalled it. Though muffled, with each thought of it, their name began to clear little by little. Before you sat there in joy from it coming back to you.

“Mattheo...” you said softly. “Mattheo...” you repeated a little louder.

Saying his name seemed to awaken something in you. Those memories began to clear, becoming crisp. Sound perfect. Rising to your feet you turned in the direction the young man, correction Mattheo had gone. Your heart beat picked up, twisting in a sadness yet yearning. Slowly you began to head his way. Every step something new flooding back to you, and when you picked up the pace, so did the return of memories. By the time you saw his retreating form, about ninety percent of your memories were back.

You looked to Mattheo with tears in your eyes. Not believing how you could forget him so easily. The one who stole your heart before shattering it. The boy who you could never replace because he was it for you. Even if you were angry and hurt. He would always be the one you want. Though you know Mattheo wasn’t right for you, you didn’t care. He broke your heart, but you know he could fix it.

“Mattheo!” You called.

Said young man froze. His heart skipping a beat from that familiar voice. One that just said his name. No. It couldn’t be. You didn’t even recognised him. You wouldn’t remember him. Then he heard it being called yet again. Slowly, Mattheo turned to find you standing away from him, hands moving down from your mouth. He was surprised. It was you. You called his name!

Without realising it, Mattheo took a few steps forward, which lead to you moving toward him. He was slow, mind reeling from your recollection of him. And you moved fast because you needed him. You launched yourself at him, arms wrapping around his waist, face burying into his chest. And just like that you were both taken back. Back to early on in your relationship. When there was always warmth and care. And no Voldemort or impending war. Just the moments of pure happiness.

“I’m sorry I forgot you...” you sniffled into him. “I’m sorry you were alone...”

Holding you tightly Mattheo felt himself want to crumble. You always had that effect on him. Yet you were always there to hold him together. And right now was no different. He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. So in stead Mattheo held you tightly to him, needing you right now more than ever. In a world were everything was falling apart, Mattheo needed you to hold him up and together. And you always would be there, to be his rock.

Pulling back, you looked up at Mattheo, who looked down at you. Both of you seeing in the others eyes a longing for the other. You rose on your tipping toes, leaning up to place a chaste kiss to Mattheo’s lips. That familiar spark shot through you both from the simple touch. Not long after did Mattheo press his lips firmer to yours, desperate for your affection. And you happily gave it to him. Now and forever.

Pulling back, you looked at each other. That love and sadness between you both. Yet you understood why. After everything it was all so clear. Breaking up with you, being with someone else and the warning.

“I am sorry...” Mattheo said softly, hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I just wanted you to be safe...from him, from me...”

You held him tighter. “I-I know Theo...I am safe, we’re safe now...” you said with a gentle tone.

In that moment Mattheo finally believed it. It was true, all were safe from his father. Who had been defeated by Harry Potter and all that stood with him. Finally it was all over. Looking at you with relief, Mattheo leant down and kissed you once more. A kiss laced with promise and hope, which you eagerly returned. From the ashes of a turbulent time, rose something a new. It was your time to be together.

[lorei-writes]

Character Thoughts: Character Design #1 - Chevalier, Gilbert, Leon

My personal outlook on the character design choices in Pri is that the primary objective of the artist behind them was to reflect personality of the suitor rather than to fit within any specific time period. As such, it becomes a question... What can be read from their looks?

Images were sourced from @acrispyapple 's blog.

Chevalier

Chevalier's colour scheme is all black and white, with subtle golden touches. It is fairly simplistic and may draw forward the image of a white tiger -- a ferocious although rare beast. It creates a frightening backdrop for any blood that may be spilled... and accurately enough, may serve as a reflection of a binary logic mindset.

Asymmetric cape allows for greater freedom of movement. The arm he draws his sword with is not going to be restrained under the weight of fabric. His boots look suitable for horse riding and the cut of his jacket, I believe, is meant to resemble military uniforms of centuries prior. Chevalier is covered from his fingertips to his very neck -- there isn't a vulnerability exposed in him. He is vigilant, he is ready to act, he is guarded. His skin will not be first to be cut, poison will not enter his system without struggle, his hand will not slip on the hilt of his sword even as it grows slick from crimson. Chevalier is a knight.

But through and through, he is also royalty. The haft at his hip could be called subtly ornate, albeit the material it's been made of makes it more so "humbly" opulent. The gold he dons speaks of riches, as does the fur at his collar. He's a commander. He is a noble. His position clearly separates him from others.

Chevalier is eye-catching. And were he involved in battle? You'd fear what you'd see. As you should.

Gilbert

Black, white and gold also follow Gilbert around. However, if in Chevalier's case it could have been argued that the split between darkness and light was even, then Gilbert is the dark itself. The rest are merely accents. They do not reveal much of his mystery, do not offer anything past sparse commentary on it... And I believe they aren't supposed to. Gilbert is the unknown. He is threatening and he is very clear about it.

The orders at his chest, the cut of the lapels, his boots -- it is hard not to see signs of Gilbert being involved with military. However, his clothes have clearly not been designed for ease of movement. They seem heavy, like he could get twisted in them at any moment and collapse, not to mention the heat. Long and heavily adorned with patterned accents, gold, they speak of might... But of that becoming of a commander, not a person who fights themselves. The cravat at his neck is yet another sign of how far removed he is from direct action. It is both a liability in combat and a sign of status.

Gloves, cane and eyepatch. Why should a person of his age need them? Surely, this question comes with simple answers... But are they quite correct? There's a dissonance there. You can see his secrets, but it does not mean they will be revealed to you. He, after all, too is guarded.

Leon

Another character dressed in black! But... Leon's is different, isn't it? It speaks of mystery, of secrets, surely, but when combined with noble gold and warm red... It is almost as if he wanted to say "I wish I could tell you, but I cannot". Even if not everything can be made clear, it is evident his actions are underlined with royal scarlet of high ideals.

Leon is a hero. You can see it in his wear -- it is much too informal to place him among the military, but it undeniably shows power and readiness to take up direct action. The guard at his shoulder may be complex, but the same cannot be said about the design of the hilt at his hip. It is simple, so much so that it begs to ask who else could wield it. If that is his weapon of choice, how far above a common knight does Leon see himself? Or... does he consider himself to be above them at all?

Based on the quality of his clothing and detail put into it alone, it is evident that Leon is not a person you may pass on the streets. However, his hands are out there, completely unprotected. And the way he wears his cape? His belts? The sash? It is utterly proper. Even if the lapels of his jacket do not follow any standards for uniforms, it is still buttoned up as it should be. Relaxed (or as relaxed as it may be for royalty), it gives him a laid-back, reliable appearance. The lion insignia clearly signifies who he is.

What are you hiding, Leon? We are at arm's length. You shine too bright... Yet you also mean us no harm.

[slutforpringles]

Hey Jaimie, I just wanted to come on here and say thank you for all your contributions to the DR3 fandom. Whether it’s fighting for Daniel’s rights on Reddit or posting all the latest news, you’ve become somewhat of a lifeline for me. Your highlighted articles are my favourite to read, because it keeps me up to date with everything that’s happening. I truly hope you know how appreciated you are here, and I hope that the community that you’ve built here stays around for a long time, despite the recent news. Thank you for your dedication and positivity. Take care!

Hey, I know you sent this earlier today and I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply, but I wanted to sit down and write a proper response. Getting this message was genuinely so lovely and I can't tell you how much it meant to me to hear that my tumblr has been able to be a positive place for someone 💞

I know I've very rarely been super personal on here, but this sport and this fandom has come to mean a lot to me, so I wanted to use this moment to express my gratitude to the dirlies (gn) and this community.

I was first introduced to F1 through friends while I was living in Europe in 2019 through DtS. I knew from the first moment I saw Daniel he was my favourite. I was immediately enamoured by his vivaciousness and that unabashed joy for life that exudes from every fibre of his being. But I was busy studying overseas and just didn't have the time to be fully bitten by the F1 bug.

I came home at the beginning of 2020 and between the pandemic, lockdowns and my personal life going toooootally to shit I was in a pretty bad place. And it was after a few months of struggle and wallowing that somehow my youtube algorithm landed me on a video of Daniel. I was hooked and very quickly worked my way through highlights, interviews, social media clips, all the funny videos, then each race highlight video as it came out in 2020, which led into every single WTF1 podcast (🙃😂) from 2020. The amount of google searches I did trying to learn all these racing and engineering terms and technical phrases I hadn't come across before (I distinctly remember googling what "box, box" meant because I had no effing clue what it meant 😂). I read every article I could about the upcoming season and the insane hype of Daniel going to McLaren (🙃🙃🙃) and can remember that first FP1 session in Bahrain I ever watched live.

I kind of stumbled onto tumblr via reddit. As I'd been learning about and becoming obsessed with F1 and Daniel I'd made my way onto the F1 sub, and for a long time I could be found on there first learning, and then discussing (and then later arguing for and defending Daniel lol). And I think it was as reddit started becoming more and more anti-Daniel that I started spending more time on tumblr.

For a long time before I joined tumblr I lurked, reading so many of all of your wonderful posts and opinions and seeing all the beautiful and creative fics and art. The mclaren hate blogging era was some of the best (and worst) times and some of the masterpieces on here in defence of Daniel and his career are so iconic and I have referenced their points/stats/quotes so many times in defence of Daniel.

I was a bit scared to fully join tumblr and start posting but I felt really quickly welcomed into this community on here. None of my friends IRL are remotely interested in F1, and so getting to talk about it here with all of you has been such a blessing (and I think my family are probably incredibly grateful that they don't have to listen to me talk about F1/Daniel quite as much as before 😅).

I just wanted to say how incredibly grateful I am to have gotten to experience the last few years with all of you on here. It hasn't always been easy and it's been a rollercoaster - that's for fucking sure - but the highs have been SO incredible. Daniel brought so much happiness and joy and laughter into my life at a time when I really, really needed it and seeing the outpouring of love for him on here the last few days has been beautiful, despite the heartbreaking circumstances.

I don't know what the next few months will look like without Daniel in F1, but I'll be sticking around for sure. I know I'm not always the best at replying to messages or inboxes (I blame my ADHD) but I'm always here for a chat and my messages are always open💞

[peachsayshi]

Actually begging you please please please 🩵🩵🩵🩵

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)

"sit still," his daughter scolds with a pout that satoru can see behind his closed eyes.

"I am sitting still," he teases, instantly wincing with regret when she unknowingly yanks his white locks in between her small, delicate hand.

"you just moved," she responds, her bossy tone mirroring yours in a way that embalms her father's soul with pure, unfiltered love.

satoru is perched on the floor with his head atop her lap while she's seated comfortably on her bed. it's the only position the accommodates his tall frame for whenever she decides to have her "make over" sessions.

she furrows the front of her brows with annoyance when he opens one eye.

"okay, I moved just this once" he defensively sulks.

her free hand travels to his ear, and she gently tugs his lobe. "there's purple on your cheek" she contends with a shake of her disapproving head, her other hand waving the make up brush caked in violet eyeshadow.

(the same powdery substance that tickled his nose which then prompted him to sneeze, despite how hard he tried to hold it in)

"I'm sure it still looks good, mochi.."

his daughter, dramatic as always, rolls her pretty big eyes as if satoru has her working overtime. "please, don't move again, okay papa?" she insists, threading her hand between his hair to hold his head in place.

satoru bites back his grin, and firmly nods his head as he closes his eyes once again.

"yes, ma'am"

when you come home later that evening you nearly gasp in shock at the state of your lover. satoru's white lashes are tinted in black ink, his lips dipped in glossy dew. his eyes are painted in a heavy shadow, his cheeks so red it looks almost comical. underneath the tint of crimson is a dark stain peeking through of a color you can't quite discern.

"honey," he calmly remarks, using the only pet name he rarely ever calls you as a signal for you not to react. "what do you think?"

your eyes glance to your daughter whose beaming directly at you and looking proudly at her hard work plastered all over your handsome lover's face.

you approach satoru with ease, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. "I think you look beautiful," you compliment earnestly, "I'm a little jealous that I don't look as good too!"

"I can do you next time!" your daughter chirps with enthusiasm, and you simply respond with a bundle of kisses to her cheek.

later that evening, after you tucked her into bed, you and satoru proceed to get ready for that night. you turn on the shower, and gaze over your shoulder as you watch him rinse his face for the third time.

"I think it's all off now," he states, dabbing his face with a towel.

you chuckle sheepishly, noticing the flecks of purple staining the back of his snowy head. "you've got purple eye shadow in your hair..."

"I've already done my part today..." he moves to open the glass door to your shower, only pausing for a moment to dip his head in for a kiss. his arm slings around your bare waist, and he draws you inside towards the steam. "you'll have to deal with the rest..."

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