#thank you Surely love for providing 😌

[aheathen-conceivably]

First Comes Love...🎶

(1972 - A Vegas Wedding, Part 1/3 because one part isn’t enough to show off this amazing set by @surely-sims)

Part 2 / Part 3

[lnfours]

Hi baby! Saw you need some inspiration and I thought, do you know the early stages of dating? Like, you are getting to know the person and there are aspects you don't expect and surprise you and I imagined the first time reader realises how much clingy Lando can be and it's just cute and lovey dovey 🥺 maybe he is sick or something and turns into a giant baby

hello, my love!!! 🥹 it's been a while, i missed you sm!!! i hope you're doing well! <3

also, i can totally see lando turning into a big baby when he's sick, and even when he isn't 😁

blurb day to cure my writers block

it was early morning when lando's name lit up your phone, a soft buzz following his text. you knew he landed late last night and when you called him just before bed he sounded a bit nasally, almost like he was catching a cold.

sure enough, the text you read on the screen confirmed your suspicions.

would you kill me if i asked to reschedule our lunch date? i'm feeling like i got hit by a bus 😩

you immediately texted him back, fingers typing quickly on the screen.

not at all! do you need anything? i can stop at the store and come by, maybe make some soup if you're feeling up to it ❤️

he felt guilty for canceling the date you two had planned out before he left, especially because he had been away for weeks. his head was pounding and his sinuses were all stuffed up, but as he read your message back to him, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. the sweet words making his heart jump up to his throat.

depends, does the chef also provide cuddles upon request? 🤔

i'm sure they'd be able to make special accommodations, just for you 😌

oh, he was on cloud nine...

lovely, see you soon? ❤️

see you soon ❤️

you threw on the first pair of sweatpants and hoodie you could find before grabbing your things and rushing out the door, making your way to the store. after browsing the medicine isle for all different kinds of treatments and debating on wether or not to splurge for the extra strength medicine, which you did, you grabbed the ingredients to make the soup. the same recipe your mom used to make for you whenever you were feeling under the weather, the one that worked like a charm.

and shortly after, you were knocking on the door to his apartment. smiling sympathetically when he opened the door with tired eyes and a small smile, the hood of his black hoodie pulled over the mess of brown curls. he looked tired, and he definitely looked sick.

"'ve got every medicine i could find," you said, pulling all the packages out from the bag and placing them onto the counter, "and the ingredients for the soup my mom used to make."

he sat in the stool at the kitchen island, head resting on his hand as he watched you open one of the packets of pills. you popped one out of it's foil casing, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water before sliding them towards him, "here, this should help with the head and stuffy nose."

he nodded, taking the pills before reaching out to you now that you were in arms length. you let him pull you closer, slightly giggling and wrapping your arms around him as his head rested on your stomach.

you had heard that men were big babies whenever they were sick, but with lando it seemed... different. almost like he had been hiding the fact that he enjoyed cuddling into you, not wanting to scare you off in the beginning stages of your relationship.

but you didn't mind, not one bit. you liked this, and you would've stayed like this for the rest of the day if you didn't have a recipe to start.

his words were muffled into your sweatshirt as he softly spoke, voice gravely, "thank you."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his hoodie-clad head, "'course,"

he picked his head up and you were met with the same grey-green eyes you were met with at the door, this time they screamed sleep deprived. you tucked the curls back underneath the hood, "wanna go lay on the couch while i start this? i'll join you when 'm done,"

he nodded, moving slowly towards the couch before flopping down, grabbing the blanket from the back panels and getting comfortable. he flipped the tv on as you tried your best not to be loud with the pots and pans, cautious of his pounding head.

and when the soup was finally at the stage where it had to be left to boil for hours, you made your way into the living room. you smiled softly at his cheek pressed against the couch cushion, eyes closed as he finally drifted off to sleep. you carefully joined him on the couch, stirring him awake shortly as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining with yours and his head falling to your chest.

the moment you realized you were slowly, but surely, falling in love with him. willing to do anything and everything for him as long as he was yours.

[spirit-lanterns]

ooohh cozy sex with tingyun sounds like heaven.. im just imagining crawling into bed after a long day and being with her. having her fluffy tails wrapped around you while having sex, feeling the weight of her body on you and fingers inside you sounds soooo warm and comforting, especially now that she's Fire and can use that to her advantage hehe

CW: Fingering

Sex with Tingyun goes hard when you live in a colder area 😌

Imagine how nice it would be to be snuggled up in Tingyun’s arms, her giant, fluffy tails wrapped around your naked bodies as she fingers your soft cunt under the blankets. There’s snow falling outside your window, but none of the cold air bites you as Tingyun’s hands emit such a nice warmth thanks to her element being fire.

You heard of cockwarming? Well get ready to hear about fingerwarming because Tingyun would knead and shove her fingers inside you for as long as you want until her fingers prune. She doesn’t mind, she loves the feeling of your tight, wet walls clinging to her digits and sucking her in because they crave her warmth. She’s happy to provide for her mate, just stay in her nest and she’ll make sure you feel nice and warm, inside and out 💕

[bluemari23]

YES HYBRIDS! Can you do a headcanon of clingy hybrid bts and how they would cuddle their mate? Like who's gonna cuddle their mate with a lil bit of squeezing 😳 here and there (I think it's either Joon or Yoongi cause they look like they need a stress ball), big spoon, small spoon, and who's gonna starfish over their mate almost suffocating them (my money is on Tae and JK 😌), etc? Thank you so muchhh

omg yes hybrids!

Namjoon

okay so without a doubt he would actually be one of the most cuddly. definitely would be the alpha who needs to scent his mate 24/7 just in case, y'know. like how are others supposed to know you're his if you don't smell like him? would be the big spoon, but like also cover you with his body. protect. protect.

Jin

Jin would be the one to just hold you without a doubt. making sure you are properly scented and your mating mark looks properly marked so there is no question to who you are to him. not necessarily a cuddly mate but just basks in your scent. would be the big spoon, as he loves to nose at your neck.

Yoongi

Yoongi would be the one to definitely squeeze you every now and then when cuddling. loves to hold you hand and scent you but specifically when you're least expecting it. like a random brush of his chin to your temple when he hugs you or a swipe of his tail (because he's def a black panther hybrid iykyk) against your back. would also be like namjoon and cover you while laying down. neither big spoon nor little spoon. more like spatula on top of you.

Hobi

omg the cuddliest mate ever. loves to cuddle all the time and gets excited every time you ask for cuddles. could live in your bed with you, cuddled around you. can probably move between little or big spoon but would rather you lay on top of him so he could hug you while he cuddles you. Doesn't need to scent you as much because you cuddle so much.

Jimin

would also be super cuddly. like his life depends on the cuddles you provide. would also I think be a possessive hybrid, y'know. like you can't go anywhere without him because some hybrid might try to steal you from him. would be the big spoon but would also secretly love it when you make him the little spoon. would love scenting you and try to make it as intimate as possible (most of the time)

Taehyung

I feel like he would be just up for anything. like he is just so happy and comfortable with you that anything you want, he'll provide. you want cuddles? he already has you in his arms. you think his scent is fading? already scented again. just loves to be touching you in anyway that you need. would absolutely be the one to cover you like a starfish but just because it makes you laugh.

Jungkook

I think he would be possessive like jimin but in a different way. like youre his and he knows it. but others don't. would need to keep you scented and marked 25/8 and also would go feral with you wearing his clothes because it feeds into his need to make others know you're his. would be into cuddling if he got to hold you so would def be the big spoon. but he also is a starfish and loves to lay on you because you play with his hair and scratch his hybrid ears.

[jamneuromain]

Wild Child Chapter 6

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

A/N: I'm sorry it took me half a year before squeezing(?) out a new chapter😬😅 thank you all for loving WC!Ari and Reader, and last but not least, a huge thanks to @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory who provided the wonderful idea of Ari and allergies😌❤️ and as always, thank you to @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates for her support and endurance of my on-and-off inspirations😘❤️

The bodyguard, Ethan, quietly followed you as you walked with Ari, as you were introducing your house and your family to your fake boyfriend.

“This is the ballroom.”

Servants pulled open a huge door as you walked through. You gazed upwards, pointing at various portraits on the walls, “These are my ancestors. Hardly knew any of them…” Your fingernail raked through a tiny bronze plate which had your name on it, “This is a family portrait when I was … five?”

You sounded not so sure about yourself.

Ari raised his head and saw the oil painting, that had a girl in a blue dress in it, along with her parents, who looked like they were deeply in love.

It looked like a happy family.

Though he doubted that was the case.

Your eyes landed on your mother’s face in the portrait.

“My mother is a nice woman.” You whispered. Too low even for yourself to hear, “She is going to like you.”

Ari did not comment.

Your gaze wandered to the name on the bronze plate. As by Ballenian Law, she took your father’s last name. Losing her own. “You would think that married to my father, she is what, something similar to him. But no, she is the nicest mom on earth.” Your voice grew louder, clearing your throat, introducing the only woman, probably the only person that mattered in your life.

There was a small smile on the corner of your lips. Small but firm.

“We had a writing contest in school today.” You walked into the room with hands folded in front of your abdomen, walking like a true lady indeed, before handing your backpack to one of the servants, thanking them sweetly. Like a true lady.

“That sounds interesting.” Your mother tugged your hand so that you would sit by her side while putting the crochet and yarn away from the sofa, “How did it go?”

You chose to sit on the sofa's armrest and swung your legs happily. You did win a prize, after all, you deserved happiness.

“I-”

“Put your feet down, sweetie.” Your mother kindly advised. Softly but curtly. She pursed her lips together, frowning as if swinging your legs would invite horrible viruses into your calves. Or worse, rudeness. Landing a hand on your knee, she suggested, “You are twelve years old, not two. That is not ladylike. And sit on the sofa, not the armrest, while you are at it.”

Mother is always right. You thought. Even though the rules are annoying and the ways she told me to get my father back never worked.

You did as told, sitting beside her without any further leg movements, and said, “The teacher told us to write about our future dreams.”

“That sounds wonderful, sweetie.” Your mother nodded, “What did you write about?”

“I wrote that…” The word journalist turned one hundred and eighty degrees at your tongue. Somehow, even though it was the true answer, you did not feel comfortable letting it out. You swallowed thickly, making up a word on the spot, “Diplomat. I wrote that I wanted to be a diplomat. Helping countries exchange communication and building allies, that sort of thing.”

The corner of your mother’s lips twitched lightly in amusement. “Quite a dream, darling,” she complimented you half-heartedly, “Though why not be a Princess? You can do all that while being a Princess and taking care of your family as well. Like a superwoman. You have always wanted to be a superwoman, haven’t you?”

Yes, and that was five years ago when I read the first comic book ever in my life. You answered, silently, deep down, but your forced smile was betraying you.

“Don’t you want to be a Princess, my dear?” Your mother seemed puzzled, “That is the goal we have always worked for.”

No, I don’t. “Yes, of course.” You answered, sickly sweet like the industrial sugary flavor, “I just thought that maybe the Prince won’t like me. I have never met him before …”

“Oh nonsense.” Your mother huffed in annoyance, “He is going to love my precious little girl. You are going to fall in love and have babies. But of course, he shall marry you first …”

“Miss?”

A servant approached your sides, gesturing to the living room, “His Lordship is ready for you.”

You did not take long to hand the roses to one of the servants, ordering them to put the flowers into a vase in your room, before asking Ari to join you in the living room.

“Just follow my lead.” You whispered, folding your hand over your abdomen, you stepped into the living room.

If your eyes did not mistake you, your father’s arm landed on the back of the chair, then on his other arm, finally settling on the side of his body. He was either posing for the next cover shot of GQ, which you were fairly certain that there were neither cameras nor photographers in this room, or he was nervous.

Nervous? That was absurd for a man like your father. You scoffed. He must be trying to intimidate your fake boyfriend. And not very successful at it, you might add.

Behind you, Ari narrowed his eyes.

Which made your father nearly jump from his seat.

“Well,” Your father stood up from his large armchair, his eyes darting from you to Ari, and back to you again, “I take it this is the … man – date, eh, boyfriend, you are trying to introduce me to.”

“Yes.” You replied shortly, “Guy, this is my father. Father, Guy Thomas.”

Ari strode forward, extending his hand for a firm handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

“No, the pleasure is all my - aye.” Your father grimaced as if he had a living frog shoved down his throat. His pitch literally went up an octave. He could practically feel the bones being crushed under the iron grip.

“Shall we, um, take a seat?” You gestured towards the large sofa, tugging Ari by his sleeve. An act out of fear that your father would flip any moment.

It was one of your motives to piss your father off, for starters. A not-so-subtle defiance of “fuck-you” towards the ridiculous marriage you were bound to since the day you were born. But it wasn’t worth it to cause a huge fuss for your father to wreck chaos in your home and your family as well, particularly when you had yet to meet your mother since your return: you feared that he would take it out on your mother, which wasn’t surprising, seeing that your father adored violence when he found he would not be winning by his shitty reasoning.

You were dancing dangerously between the lines of your freedom and planned to use up every drop of it carefully.

“That would be lovely.” Ari smiled softly at you, sitting by your side.

Your father clenched and unclenched his fist behind his back. Taking the seat opposite you, and asked the servants to bring some tea.

Asked. Not demanded.

It was either you woke up today in a completely different world, or that your father had banged his head on the coffee table and another soul was taking over his body –

“So,” began your father, smoothing his hand over his prized tux, “I heard that you were doing business?”

“Ah, yes.” Ari covered your hand with his, squeezing your rigid fingers that were probably leaving permanent sweat stains on his suit jacket, “From Thomas, Kit & Co. A family business.”

“Sure. Sure. Sure.” Your father fumbled with his cufflink absent-mindedly. He nearly spilled his tea onto the Corinthian leather under his ass while taking the cup from the servant. Looking like a cherry bomb that was about to go off, he sure did spend the entire sane part of his brain preventing him from yelling at the servant. Your father grumbled with a detectable fury over his face, “Please, have some tea. I hope you, er, enjoy it. Milk? Honey?”

He offered but none answered.

“Hope no one is allergic to this.” Your father grunted under his breath.

You peeked inside the fine china.

Ugh. Fruit tea.

Ari, on the other hand, took a small sip of the burning liquid. He did not even wince.

You placed the tray onto the table, and decided to break the silence, “Father, I thought my mother would present. I’d very much like to introduce my boyf- um, boyfriend to her.”

“Your mother is unwell.” He replied coldly.

Ari cleared his throat, taking another sip of the thing that could barely be called tea.

Who the hell on earth invented boiling fruit and called it tea??

“I, hmm, suppose she would present at the wedding.” Your father added, in a creepily kind tone that a doting parent would use.

A sharp click.

Ari’s tea cup went back on the tray before he put it down.

Your father gulped.

Ari reached into his pockets, turning to look at you, “Speaking of, sweetheart, I prepared a gift for my darling fiancé.”

Your head snapped in his direction. Your eyes bulged just a little because you agreed on fake dating, not fake marrying!

Engagement? What the heck was he talking about? Or was he trying to insinuate the fact that you got engaged to a completely random person? That bastard.

But the velvet box lying in his hands, the box that had a watch inside, the box you handed to him a while ago, telling you that he was, in fact, sticking to the plan, albeit improvising from the script you negotiated.

“Oh my gosh!” You squealed in delight. Your voice sounded painfully forced even to your own ears, “Thank you, babe. What have you got for me?”

A watch, of course. You knew already.

Yet you played your part, opening the box like a surprised girlfriend.

Wonder how that played out. Deep down, you scoffed at your near-lousy performance. Given the chance, you would undoubtedly take an acting class someday.

“I – ahem, appreciate how you value my daughter, Your – uh, your reputation precedes you, Mister …”

Your father clearly struggled with your fake boyfriend’s name, so you helpfully chirped up, “Thomas. Guy Thomas.”

“Right.” Your father shot you a warning glare, “Mister Thomas. But – You see – Eh, excuse me, my thoughts have been incoherent.”

And since when did your father become so polite to just about anyone? You couldn’t help but wonder if your father woke up this morning and had those fancy mushrooms or special brownies.

Ari smiled, patiently waiting for what your father was about to say.

“All I am trying to say is that,” Your father sat up from his spot on the couch, his fat purple lips pushed a greasy smile over his revolting face, “It would be such a shame if our, um, noble lineage died down, no?”

Ah. So that was his plan. You tried hard not to sneer.

Playing the blue blood card so that your fake boyfriend would pledge either allegiance or admit he was no match for such a noble family.

You rolled your eyes when your father was not looking.

Typical.

You put the velvet box away, but not before placing the watch around your wrist. What your father suggested could be easily solved, “I’m sure we could work out on having a son of mine taking my family name. Don’t you agree, baby?”

Ari did not reply, much to your confusion.

He simply raised the cup to his lips again, blowing the steam away from the edge of the cup. He did not drink, but said, “It would.”

The corner of your father’s eyes twitched in ecstatic, “Then I-”

Ari interrupted him before your father could finish his sentence, “To my knowledge, my dear fiancé is your only child?”

“Girlfriend.” You hissed under your breath, pinching his waist which was seemingly made out of metal, because he had not waivered, even though you had pinched him.

“Sorry.” His arm surrounded your shoulders, apologized by saying your name, his eyes had nothing but warmth inside, calming your frantic heartbeat, “Our sweet Y/N here, has no siblings if memory serves me correctly.”

What did having a brother or sister has anything to do with the succession of your family title? You’d rather throw it into the Atlantic than have anything to do with it, especially since your father would possibly be accepting the title soon, considering that he was the only son of your grandfather.

“Yes, but-” Your father stammered.

Your blood ran cold at the thought of something. Something that might tear you and your mother’s life apart.

What if … what if your father had a son?

A bastard had no way of taking the title, which meant that the only way for your so-called lineage to continue, was for your father to divorce your mother, and marry his mistress.

Losing the chance to marry the Prince was one thing.

That you give zero fuck about.

But your mother …

Your mother would be devastated.

You could practically hear her disappointment if this all went down.

“I’ve raised you, fed you. This is not what we hoped for…”

Blood drained from your face.

“Then that is settled.” Said Ari softly.

Settled? The heck had been settled? What was he doing for crying out loud?

“But Your-” Your father choked on his own spit, coughing, “ah, your parents wouldn’t mind, would it?”

“That would depend.”

Why are these two speaking in riddles? Has the topic of this conversation taken a strange turn when you were thinking about you and your mother’s future?

“Depend on what, may I ask?” Your father left his seat, leaning forward so hard that he could have his necktie soaked with the fruit tea from his cup.

Ari had his gaze land on you.

You, on the other hand, had no clue of what was going on, or what were they talking about.

Things were truly getting out of hand, and you did not enjoy it.

“I thought it is only appropriate if my mother joined us too.” Your palms were getting sweaty. It has been a long time since you talked to your mother. The last time was when she worked with your father to coax you back – the phone call that contained both your father's and your mother’s voice.

You did not appreciate that when you ended up in your own room and no way out, but she was your mother, and she brought you up, no matter the means or education purposes.

“She is unwell.” Your father squeezed the words from his teeth, “I’ll arrange a meeting when she turns out better. You, however -”

Ari raised his hand to pause the conversation.

That hand curled into a fist in front of his nose.

He furrowed his brows.

And sneezed. Loudly.

Your father's face turned into a spectacular turquoise shade.

"Sorry." Ari sounded unapologetic, "I think I'm allergic to your bullshit."

Though your father did not find it amusing for one bit, you literally snorted out laughter, burying your face in your hands and shaking uncontrollably, giggling like a maniac.

… which is why you did not witness either the victorious smirk on Ari’s lips, or the scene where your father rose from his seat, his face bloated like a cartoon character, and tripped over the carpet when he exited the room.

“Tell me about her, Ari.” Queen Olivia tapped on her glass with a silver spoon, signaling the servant to pour another cup of red, “I heard from your head security that you have been spending quite some time with her.”

Drinking down some mineral water to make his mind sharp, Ari replied, “She’s cute. Funny.” His memory trotted back to the little conversation about your epic plan to piss off your father, he couldn’t help but grin, “She reminds me of you, Mother, when we used to head to the Royal Garden-”

And spend time with him without the watchful eyes of his grandmother. The old croon – bless her soul – did everything she could trying to pry Ari away from his mother, for fear that Queen Olivia’s “American blood” could pollute the precious prince, even though Queen Olivia was very much part of the royal family, born and raised as a proper princess.

He didn’t have the best family in the world, so to speak.

A small glimpse of upset flickered over Queen Olivia’s expression. Like her son, she also remembered when the queen, Victor’s late mother, wanted Olivia to give birth to more sons, threatening her with the custody of Ari.

“… which is why I have made up my mind for my coronation decree.”

Now that spiked her interest and freed her from her painful memories.

A coronation decree is the first legal command that a king would issue. Upon this sets the stone of domination for the new king. It could be as vague as “We would pay more attention to the education of rural areas” or as specific as “inviting the Prime Minister from the UK for a visit”. Of course, the first one would give more room for interpretation, hence encouraged.

Ari wiped his mouth with a napkin, before saying thoughtfully, “For my first decree, I would grant the same succession rights for daughters and sons.”

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[daydreamingleclerc]

summertime; mick schumacher

mick and his girlfriend take summer break very seriously when they go on holiday with his fellow drivers.

includes; suggestive content, plus size!reader, bisexual!reader (mentioned), mick & pierre besties. pictures are NOT mine. all found on pinterest.

yn ✔️

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yn mickschumacher don’t keep me waiting x

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mickschumacher the only thing that will be waiting tonight will be the restaurant because 👀

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mickschumacher summer holiday mode with my girl 🤍

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ginaschumacher have fun you two! 🤍

mickschumacher thanks gina! 🙏🏼

yn i wonder why you posted this one…

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yn liar liar pants on fire.

mickandyn “my girl” 🥹🥹🥹🥹

pierregasly if you two are gonna be at it like rabbits i’d rather know now because i’m traumatized after that plane journey

yn should’ve knocked x

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yn it’s a good night when this dress comes out😍

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mickschumacher it’s definitely going to be a good night for me 🥵

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yn words of affirmation, your love language 😍

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yn i could tell you… but instagram would block me. stay humble queen x

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yn thanks corinna🥹

mickschumacher i’ll treat her real nice mama don’t worry about a thing ❤️

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yn my personal photographer 🤍

mickschumacher with his own personal stash😉

yn the one time i tried to be romantic.

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yn he knows his place that’s why <3

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mickschumacher i love you more than life

yn i know 😌

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yn bc he had a pic of my tits on it

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yn you walk into these situations lando it’s really not my fault

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yn MEAT GRABBERS HAHAHAHAHAH

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mickschumacher are my toes really that bad

jackdoohan ……

mickieschumacher get someone the way mick looks at yn 😻

yn ✔️

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yn full of cocktails but wishing i was full of something else 🤔 mickschumacher i’m waiting…

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mickschumacher are you wearing any underwear?

yn i’ll let you work that one out x

mickschumacher check your messages.

pierregasly well… i’d have cancelled our plans too if i was mick

mickschumacher fuck you you’ve got your own

georgerussell63 fucking hell you’re insufferable when you’re drunk

yn i love it when you talk dirty x

landonorris i hope you mean full of food 😡

yn well… technically my mouth would be full..

landonorris how do i delete my eyes 😄

lewishamilton 👀

mickschumacher back off, lewis. she’s my girl, find your own.

yn 😻😻🤭

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher soaking up the moments like this 🤍

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landonorris have you finally recovered from last nights post from yn, thought you were dead

mickschumacher you should ask yn, not me 😌

landonorris why is it always me

danielslando ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE

yn my babies 🤍 love you more than life

mickschumacher we love you too ❤️

ginaschumacher 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the cutest

pierregasly photo credits jeeeeeez

mickschumacher no

mercedeschumacher yn and francisca being close and simultaneously bringing together mick and pierre is my favourite thing out of this whole relationship

yn join the club xx

yn ✔️

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yn told you guys, he’s a beefcake now cause he carries my fat ass around. gonna miss you when you have to go and race again ☹️

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mickschumacher i wouldn’t ever want to carry anybody else 🤍

yn and i wouldn’t ever want to clean up after anybody else 😌

mickschumacher just say you love me ☹️

yn i love you x

corinnaschumacher such a beautiful picture of you two! can’t wait for you to come home 🥳

yn we can’t wait to see you either, corinna!

danielricciardo thanks for the photo credits 😕

pierregasly sucks doesn’t it

lewisandmick still don’t understand why mick’s into fat girls like u

yn fit* girls, ur autocorrect is fried x

estebanocon you two haven’t had any noise complaints for a while… is everything okay?

yn you’ll need earplugs tonight, micks feral x

mickschumacher 😳🫣

[physics-of-one-piece]

HELLO PHYSICS OF ONE PIECE !! It's me, back again with another seriously down bad question for your consideration if you have the time and wish to 🙏

Now, I was going through the images saved in my phone and found this one I edited to zoom in on Doflamingo’s thighs. I was wondering...are we able to quantify their size? 🤔 purely for science, of course...

Thank you very much! 💫❤️🙏

Hooves, bless your heart, genuinely, I love doing this. 🩷🦩

I did a lot of research for this one. I saw so many crazy men's thighs. In short, I don't think he would have 30" thighs? He could, with his size and all, but they wouldn't look like the 30" thighs on the normal guys. They just look like that cus 30" thighs are bigger even for 6 foot guys. Doflamingo is nearly TWICE that size. For him those size thighs would be quite normal and look normal on him. Plus, he needs to have enough leg weight/leg strength to keep that big muscular torso of his afloat, yeah? 😌

At first, I did think myb 30" but idk... he has those lean, skinny-like legs, which aren't really skinny they just look like that cus he is so TALL. His legs are like a basketball player's. They focus a lot on jumping & running and using those quad muscles, much like our flamingo man here. Also, wonderful picture, thank you for providing it.

For example, I'm sure Luffy has 19" thighs, and Law 20". Both are big runners, lean & skinny etc. Running doesn't make your thighs thick, it makes them lean. Eating+lifting makes them big. According to his weight, Doflamingo eats 6,000 calories a DAY. It's easier to tell for Luffy & Law bcs they are still a normal height.

For Doflamingo... Well, let's just calculate. There are multiple ways to do it. The first one gave me 30", which isn't impossible. For my own sanity we won't look at his chicken legs pics, though those are cute and I consider those shots that he has 22" or 24" thighs there from that point of view.

First, the fun parts. With chest circumference, waist circumference and waist to thigh ratio which actually helps a lot to get the thigh circumference. I could say for his chest is 1 m wide so his thighs are 50 cm wide each and that is 19" wide and... Actually not a bad guess! (Takes a ruler)

"I would be so squashed he would suffocate me."

That would be my "not using formulas" estimate but that's without making it a thigh circumference. The width is 2D, circumference is 3D and will be larger.

OKAY! DOFFY! PANTS OFF!

NO, NOT YOUR ENTIRE -

He's naked.

Okay. I can... Work with this. Totally. (Clears throat) Right. I need to buy a measuring tape for circum- wait, I got one from IKEA! YEAAAH! Found it!

Okay, so 22" is already HUUGE circumference for thighs. We'll put the limit to be 76cm which is 29". Can he be 30"? Absolutely, because as I said the guy is BIG & TALL. That circumference is normal for him and he looks NORMAL with it. Okay? Okay. Let's go!

WHY DID THEY TAKE DOWN THE LIFE-SIZED DOFFY STATUE IN JAPAN?! I COULD HAVE FLOWN TO JAPAN AND TAKEN THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF HIS THIGHS, GODDAMIT.

Doffy's Waist Circumference

Rule of thumb is ratio 0.8 to 0.9 against chest circumference. Lordeth, help.

150 × 0.8 = 120 cm

Doffy's Waist Circumference = 120 cm-135 cm

For an athletic build, thigh circumference is 55-65% of waist circumference. I'll put it to 60% bcs I don't like to suffer.

60% × 120 = 72 cm (28")

Doffy's Thigh Circumference = 72 cm (28")

Overall estimate 66 cm (26") - 78 cm (30")

You guys don't understand, his thigh is thicker than a big ass PIPE.

For width you just put the tape measure flat so... The width of his thighs if they are 72 cm circumference...

Width (by Physics putting the measure tape of 72 cm flat on the table and taking a flat measure tape bcs Physics is a lazy shit)...

Width of Doflamingo's Thighs = 34 cm (13")

If we go by the actual formula (boring result but meh):

D (width) = 72/Pi = 72/3.14159 = 22.91 cm

Thank you, @ohnomyhooves for the ask! In short, he has BIG thighs but they look normal for him (so none of those muscles & veins shown as they are on 30" thighs bcs those thighs don't fit the height of normal sized men and therefore look like that on them). I think his thigh/leg was once shown to be bigger than Luffy's HEAD in the anime. Anyway, pick from the rough estimate of 66-76 cm circumference, and you won't be wrong anywhere.

Time to get squished between Doffy's thighs, I guess. (Shrugs) There are worse ways to go.

Sending you all the love, thank you for all your art, and happy Doffytober! 🩷🦩🎉 P.S. Pls DM me the full pic for... Science.

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[bluebeary-jay]

Congrats on 1k! 💙 hopefully I'm not late with this? My request is Oberyn + 'if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.' Anything but angst 🫢

I felt inspired by this one 😌💕 (2.2K of fluff and a sprinkle of some suggestive content but nothing graphic)

Thank you so much darling for requesting!! 🥰💗 I was thrilled when I saw two oberyn asks in my inbox idk why but I love writing for him! Sorry for the wait and I hope you'll enjoy it. Love you!! 💙

Oberyn always said that he did not wish to commit to any serious relationship, for in his mind it equaled to being trapped. But then he met, and eventually married, you – and his beliefs altered slightly. The love you two shared was incomparable to anything else he ever experienced and now there was no doubt in his mind that his whole being belonged to you and you alone. And it was the most wondrous feeling.

It didn’t mean, however, that there was no room in your lives and bed for other people. Especially if they were there to give his gorgeous wife an infinite amount of pleasure.

Oberyn never wanted to unconsciously push you to do anything you weren’t set on doing and the most important thing for him was to make it abundantly clear that his love was reserved only for you. The many beautiful people he occasionally invited to your shared chambers (with your knowledge, of course) were there only to enhance your and his physical pleasure.

He never felt jealousy toward any of them and always made sure your comfort came before anything else so you wouldn’t have to endure this bitter, poisonous feeling, either. And for months, everything was perfect.

But then something changed. All of it happened because of Jorral.

He was one of the helpers in the palace, tall and handsome, with skin smoother than silk. Oberyn assigned him as your personal servant a long time ago to cater to your every need whenever he wasn’t by your side or was summoned by his brother, but he was never worried about leaving you with another man. You were safe in the palace, after all, and the Prince trusted you completely, so the thought of something happening never even crossed his mind.

But then, after seeing how attentive Jorral was to your comfort, he had the bright idea to invite the servant to your bedroom so that they could both give you pleasure a man with only two hands and one tongue wouldn’t be able to. And you loved it. Oberyn loved it, too, of course – seeing you being worshiped by others in the way you deserved always gave him a sense of pride and happiness that he was able to provide it for you.

But even though it was a one-time occurrence, the interaction between you and Jorral shifted significantly.

None of this was your fault, Oberyn understood. He knew you long enough to realize that so very often you weren’t even aware of being flirted with – a fact he experienced first-hand when he was courting you, and one which Jorral seemed to abuse. Leaving flowers in your room and bringing you your favorite sweets between meals was alright – after all, the Prince of Dorne ordered it long before your wedding. But touching you, making up excuses to be alone with you and sitting way too close when Oberyn wasn’t present was somehow way too much.

A vile poison of unknown origin entered his veins and Oberyn Martell was no longer acting like himself. He didn’t know what was happening, and his mind was clouded by the consuming desire to have you as close as possible whenever there was another person nearby. It was an odd feeling for him. Foreign. He never experienced such compulsion before, the need to flaunt the proof of your marital union in front of everyone.

For weeks now he tried to restrain himself against such behavior. It was your choice who you spent your free time with and he’d be a hypocrite if he started to scrutinize everyone you wanted to be close to.

But he realized he didn’t have any problem with other people. It was just Jorral.

One afternoon, he wandered along the water gardens, knowing you’ll probably be here at this time of the day. He tried to get the thoughts of Jorral out of his mind, of the flirtatious smile he directed at you before Oberyn had to leave for a meeting. He reminded himself over and over again that it didn’t bother him and that it didn’t even mean anything when it was him you were married to.

Then, he heard your soft laugh on the other side of a tall hedge, beautiful like twinkling windchimes on the breeze, and all tension left his body – but only for a split second. Because the voice that answered you belonged to your personal servant.

Quietly as a viper, Oberyn went around the wall of green to where you were standing – and indeed there you were, with your back to him and Jorral standing in front of you, touching your forearm. The servant’s eyes darted to Oberyn and he immediately withdrew his hand, but before he could alert you of the Prince’s presence, he took a long stride and snaked his arms around your waist.

“My flower,” he murmured into your temple with a smile, pressing your back closer to his chest when you gasped, startled.

“Oberyn,” you breathed with relief when you finally noticed him. You placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart, but your body was already relaxing in his hold. “Gods, you scared me to death.”

“Apologies,” he said in a raspy voice as his lips latched onto your neck in a tender manner. “My heart was calling for you. I couldn’t wait to have my sweet wife back in my arms.”

You smiled and leaned against him as he whispered words of poetry in your ear. Your hands covered his, wrapped around your waist, and your eyes closed in pleasure as he kissed your neck again and again – completely oblivious to the dark look your Prince was giving Jorral. “I’m sorry I made you wait for so long.”

“You’re here now.” You tilted your head, laying it on his shoulder so that you could see him. Oberyn smiled brightly when you lifted one of his hands to your lips and kissed his fingers, but it wasn’t just because of his wife’s affections – his eyes flickered to the man standing next to you, making sure that he’s watching. “How was the meeting with your brother?”

“Long and dull without you there. I couldn’t stop thinking about how ethereal you looked when I left you, still half-asleep and tangled in the sheets in my bed.”

He put more pressure on those last two words than he intended, but you didn’t seem to notice. Instead you turned to Jorral and thanked him for keeping you company before mentioning something about the topic you previously discussed. Oberyn’s features hardened as his hands roamed aimlessly over your body, craving your full attention, but the smile quickly returned to his face. His thumb – not even on purpose – brushed the underside of your breast, making you squirm and squeal.

“Easy, my love.” He did it again, this time deliberately and chuckled when you said his name chidingly. “You’re always so responsive to my touch,” Oberyn murmured, not even caring now if the other man could hear him. Your proximity was so intoxicating and all his senses were focused solely on you, screaming at him to kiss you already.

So he did.

The Prince of Dorne tilted your chin up gently and brought his lips to yours, his tongue invading your mouth before you even knew what was happening. You whimpered under the onslaught of his open-mouthed kisses, but the sounds you were making only served to fuel Oberyn’s desire. He cupped your cheek, wanting you closer, yearning to touch you as much as possible while you returned his soft caresses. Oberyn knew of your shy nature and could almost feel your inner conflict, the hesitancy whether to bring him closer or push him away – but the love of his action melted your resolve soon enough, making you putty in his hands.

Oberyn pulled away slightly, tugging at your bottom lip trapped between his teeth and making you moan. He relished in those pretty sounds, as well as the shivers raking your body when he moved lower, nibbling at your neck.

“My love…” you began before sighing in pleasure again.

Your husband didn’t stop his actions, trailing his nose down the column of your neck and inhaling your scent.

“You smell nice,” he hummed, burying his nose in the spot where your neck met your shoulder and pressing his lips there tenderly. “Did you bathe beforehand?”

“Yes, Jorral helped me,” you answered matter-of-factly, missing the twitch on Oberyn’s face. “That oil you gifted me recently smelled so good, I didn’t want to get out.”

“That’s true. The Princess stayed in the tub until the water turned cold,” Jorral spoke up for the first time since Oberyn arrived. He smiled sweetly at you, making you return the gesture and Oberyn arch his eyebrow.

“Is that so?” Oberyn asked blandly, staring at the other man. “Wait for me next time, my love. I’d love nothing more than to help you myself.”

“If you wish so.” You brushed his cheek with your fingertips and his eyes flickered back to your concerned ones. “But it’s fine, you know. Jorral is a great help to me an–”

“What do you say we retire to our chambers?” Oberyn interrupted with a sensual purr, putting back a smile on his face. “I wish to hold you in my arms, my love, with your naked body pressed against mine.”

“Oberyn,” you whispered bashfully, looking away in embarrassment. He chuckled, glancing above your shoulder at the other man who seemed increasingly more uncomfortable and bitter by the situation.

“My wife looks so beautiful with this blush adoring her cheeks, does she not?” he asked Jorral, his voice poisonously sweet like a viper’s venom. The servant didn’t give any indication that he heard him, making Oberyn’s eyes darken. “I asked you a question.”

Jorral met his challenging stare begrudgingly. “She does, my Prince.” Then he turned to you. “Is there anything else I can do for you, my Princess?”

“No,” Oberyn answered instead of you. “I’ll make sure she wants for nothing when she’s with me. Now leave.”

He felt your eyes on his face, but didn’t turn around and continued staring at Jorral. A couple of seconds passed between two men before the servant clenched his teeth and bowed his head before making his way back to the palace. Oberyn no longer tried to hide the smug smile tugging at his lips, and only after he disappeared from sight and you were left alone, he turned to look at you.

“Care to tell me what that was about?” you asked with your eyebrow raised, but Oberyn just offered you an easy-going smile.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, my love.” He pulled you into his arms, humming as his eyes followed his large hand tracing your curves. “I was merely anxious to be alone with you.”

“You never minded other people watching… or participating, for that matter.” Oberyn beamed under your scrutinizing gaze, and you squinted at him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

There was no reason to feel sheepish or deny your accusations. If anything, he was proud that his wonderful, smart partner saw right through him.

“Of whom would I be?” he teased instead of answering, tugging you behind him as he made his way backwards to one of the stone benches set nearby. “I am a Prince of Dorne and you’re my beautiful wedded wife. I’ve no reason to be insecure.”

“So it has nothing to do with Jorral?” you asked with fake innocence, but Oberyn shook his head. His knees hit the cold edge of the seat and he plopped down, gazing up at you with love so overwhelming that it threatened to drive him mad. You pressed your lips together to hide a smile on your pretty face when he pulled you to stand between his legs. “So it doesn’t bother you that he bathed me so thoroughly today?”

Oberyn’s body stiffened against his will before he realized that you were just teasing, but it was too late – you gasped and a look of triumph spread across your face.

“You are jealous!” you giggled and Oberyn sighed, leaning his head on your stomach. His hands caressed the back of your thighs slowly, inching higher with each loving stroke.

“What have you done to me, my love?” he asked dramatically, making you laugh again. “Before I surrendered my heart to you, I never felt so sick from watching any of my lovers with another person.”

“But you know you needn’t worry, right?” you inquired softly, leaning down to kiss his hairline, your fingers trailing down his short beard. “I belong only to you, darling. No one else could ever compare.”

A brilliant smile spread across his cheeks and Oberyn tugged on your wrist, encouraging you to sit down on his lap. Once you did, he hugged you tightly, cupping your cheek with his other hand.

“What would my gorgeous wife say to a horse ride along the seashore?” he whispered, gazing up into your eyes. “Just the two of us?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly, smiling against his lips.

“She’d love that. But I’m afraid her handsome husband will have to help her change into more appropriate clothes.”

All thoughts of other men left his mind as Oberyn brushed his nose against yours, his chest expanding with overwhelming love at the simple sight of your smile.

“I’m sure he’d love that, too.”

[kaiser-s-bitch]

i saw that you got c1 lyney, congrats! (i haven’t been on neither genshin nor tumblr recently because i was busy with work)

could i request some general nsfw headcanons for lyney?

THANK YOUUUU I was and am so so happy🥹🛐 actually I even got him C2 after, would’ve been C4 if Diluc hadn’t been so obsessed with me-🥴🫠

I hope you’re less busy now and get to enjoy Genshin (and tumblr lol) more again!!😌

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Lyney - spicy hcs || 18+

• nimble fingers and precise movements are the foundation of his entire work, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Lyney is extremely good with his hands

• like, it’s outright unfair

• he once made it his mission to make you cum with only one finger, and he actually ended up succeeding (he kinda cheated by teasing and edging you A LOT beforehand, but it still counts - according to him)

• speaking of which, this man is unfairrrr to no end

• he’s not above using toys either, quite on the contrary

• he’s aware he can satisfy you just fine by himself, but why not go beyond that and give his beloved darling even more pleasure?

• after all, he wouldn’t be such an outstanding performer if it wasn’t for his innovativeness, always coming up with and trying out new things to make his shows even better and more breathtaking - the same principle applies in the bedroom

• it gives him the opportunity to fully focus on your pleasure without exhausting himself too much, meaning he gets to enjoy his very own private show for longer

• also, he adores edging you until you’re a sobbing, writhing mess, begging for him to finally fuck you properly and make you cum

• "Oh my, my poor darling is so impatient… Shhh, don’t worry, you’ll get what you want, love. Just not yet~"

• he’ll coo at you in the sweetest tone he can possibly muster before continuing with his cruel teasing, making you feel so incredibly good with his every touch yet making sure it never lasts long enough to push you over the edge

• at least you know there’s no way he’d ever let up without leaving you fully satisfied, and he won’t stop until you’re physically unable to continue (unless ofc you use your safe word; he always makes sure you have one and remember it)

• however, he’s a typical candidate for the "dishes out but can’t take it in return" category, so if you were to turn the tables on him, he would utterly fall apart almost instantaneously

• he’s used to and likes being the one in control because it gives him a sense of security, but once you have earned his trust and he feels comfortable enough with you, he will show you his more vulnerable side and let you take over sometimes as well

• he won’t just outright admit it, but it actually feels good to give up some control for once… and oh just how good it feels

• usually he’s the one that spoils you to bits, but he absolutely also loves being the one that’s getting spoiled and pampered once in a while

• ride him slowly and nibble on his neck and jaw, all the while whispering to him just how well he’s doing for you and how much you love him and watch him turn to PUTTY in your hands

• occasions like these are the only times you’ll see him fully uninhibited — a moaning, whimpering mess, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down his flushed cheeks, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as if he’s scared of you disappearing on him if he were to let go

• he’s even more vulnerable and needy in the afterglow, craving for you to cockwarm him while the two of you sleep, solely for the unmatched feeling of intimacy and closeness

• it’s also a form of insurance for him, knowing that you’ll still be there with him when he wakes up

• however, if you don’t feel like sleeping after, he’ll also be more than happy to provide you with the best aftercare possible

• there’s always a glass of cold water on both of your nightstands, with a bottle of massage oil standing next to it for him to give you a relaxing massage if you feel like it (which usually leads to another happy ending-)

• also, chances are he’s already prepared everything for a relaxing bath after an intense lovemaking session - complete with scented candles, rose petals, a selection of bathing salts/oils for you to pick from and a glass of your favorite beverage waiting for you; he’ll only need to draw the hot water

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I’m gonna need to stop myself right here, I absolutely got carried away with this and I regret nothing🥹

[d-z20]

poppin' in to say I absolutely adore your writing, it's just candy for the brain I swear.

i'm new to writing smut and was wondering if you have any tips? (Sorry if this weird T-T) but you just write everything so well and it's all amazing.

Thank you for popping in it’s started my day off on such a good note :D so happy to be providing the brain candy for you <3

Don’t worry it’s not weird at all sweetheart :)) The most important thing for writing smut is to keep practicing and have fun with it 😌

I’m aware that’s not super helpful or actual tips so I’ve gone into (a lot) more detail below the cut—hopefully some of it is helpful for you and let me know how the smut writing goes I’d love to read it <3

An easy one is if you have experience/fantasies think about them in more detail and how you would put it down on paper. I’m not saying you are only able to write about what you know but it’s a good starting place for being able to effectively write smut

A pretty basic tip that most people will say is “show don’t tell” and that just means imply things—instead of “they were turned on” try a “their body felt alight, every sense heightened to character’s touch” it adds a bit of variability to your work could also be as simple as stating a physical reaction to be horny e.g. pants tenting/tightening, heat flushing cheeks/chest, or breathing becoming heavy

It’s not necessary to plan the entire scene before you start. I often will write a bit and then just see where I feel it should go (much like having actual sex). Being too rigid with a structure can make a fic feel stiff (hehe) and clunky to a reader so think of one or two things you want to include and then go with the flow

This one is specific to x reader but avoid using specific personal descriptors it’s easy enough when avoiding eye and skin colour (this includes descriptions like porcelain/milky/creamy), don’t mention hair colour or texture. It’s easy to forget but unless a character is super tall or short not everyone will be shorter/taller than them so try and minimise ‘looking up/down’ phrases unless positioned in a way that it’s reasonable (such as one character sitting and the other standing). If a description is central to the story e.g. reader is a bodyguard and therefore it’s likely they’ll need be strong/physical then remember to put it in the tags/warnings as something like beefy!reader etc

Here are some general things to consider when writing smut:

Background: make sure readers know the general gist of things before leaping into it. Enemies? Established relationship? Strangers? Hate sex? Making love? This can impact a scene massively and it’s important to get the reader in the right frame of mind before continuing

Foreplay: listen I know we all want to get to the part where they’re fucking but it can feel rushed if you don’t provide at least some build up to the sex. It’s needed both for the characters and whomever is reading. Your fic is a journey, taking us through the steps will make the resolution (the smut) so much better. It is possible to have a fic start in the middle of sex for dramatic effect but it is very hard to do effectively without feeling like a horny slap in the face when reading (multi-chapter fics can be an exception to this)

Physicality: masturbation/sex is very physical so it’s important to not only convey what’s happening but also how it’s happening. ie what’s involved in the scene because “they thrust in” can be imagined in so many ways—fingering? fucking with a dick/strap? fisting? Also where is the thing being thrusted in?

Positioning: think about how the body/bodies are positioned—is it actually possible? What can realistically be done in that position? (if someone’s fully sat on another’s lap it’s unlikely they can kiss their stomach without some freaky contortion) How can you describe it in a way that’s not jarring to the reader? (sometimes I’ll do a sketch to see if it’s plausible and to help me visualise it). If you need ideas don’t be afraid to look up sex positions and think about if you can see your character(s) doing it

Dialogue: talking is good! Great even! But too much can really drag on and disconnect you from the story so keep it short and try to weave it in throughout rather than large chunks of it—even a ‘talking through masturbation/sex’ should be broken up by descriptions of actions

Senses: you don’t need to cover all of them but utilise multiple senses.

SIGHT What does the scene look like and what can be seen? The look on someone’s face/in their eyes, reflections, shadows, and marks on the body are all very helpful to get a basic visualisation going in someone’s head. But on top of that consider what the character(s) are seeing; the closer they are to something the more of their view is taken up by it, think about perspective for what could actually be seen in different positions. For even more fun maybe think about what can’t be seen by one of the characters, maybe they’re blindfolded/have their view obstructed/a character is doing something behind their back, this way a reader gets an idea while keeping the characters unaware.

TOUCH What can be felt/how does it feel? Tongues, fingers, clits, dicks and other body parts experience touch in different ways, think about textures is it a pleasant feeling or maybe it’s rougher? Is it tight/constricting or free? Is it supposed to feel that way? E.g. restraints this is my own personal gripe here but a vagina should not always feel tight during sex. The body naturally relaxes and gets a bit looser/larger when you get aroused so if it’s “so tight” then they’re not turned on enough 💀. Of course larger things being inserted will feel tighter but not everything has got a girth of 8+ inches and will therefore fit in most aroused vaginas in a comfortably full/good way (we’re not talking chucking a banana down a hallway loose, just not “so fucking tight *insert fuckboy lip bite*” obviously this excludes medical conditions that make things tighter).

HEARING What sounds are being made? Vocalisation/body sounds (sex is NOT a dry activity/furniture moving (the creaky bed hitting the wall is a very real scenario 😂) is there a reason they’d be trying to be quiet? Or have they got full reign to scream as they orgasm?

TASTE What can the characters taste? You’d be surprised how many tastes there are in sex, what the characters have been drinking/smoking may linger in their mouth/lips, flavoured lubes, sweat, cum (obviously), arousal (did you know it’ll taste different depending on where in their cycle a person is?), anything shoved in a characters mouth could be tasted.

SMELL What could be smelt? Everyone’s got a certain scent to them (it’s why it’s so nice to steal a significant others clothes imo) their perfume/cologne could linger somewhere, it will also fade and change slightly from when it’s first applied. Beyond actual smells like sweet/bad/specific scents but things can smell like home or comforting so this sense can be utilised to make a piece more emotive

There’s probably more but I’ve already written a lot and it covers the general things I think about when writing :)) hope it helps you anon!!!

[hannahmanderr]

ACTUALLY WAIT I ASKED FOR DANNY AND DAMON SO I ALSO HAVE TO ASK FOR VALERIE AND JACK AND MADDIE to make it fair 😌

(affectionately calling this Duly Deputized Hunting)

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

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"So!" Jack clapped his hands together, nearly making Valerie jump from the sound. "I bet Danny told you all about the Fenton EctoScrambler, huh? Did you want a demonstration? I mean yeah, we're not using actual ghosts as test subjects anymore of course, but we can still -"

"That's okay!" Valerie said, throwing her hands up with a kind smile. "I already heard about it from Danny." That was a lie, but hopefully neither Fenton parent would pick up on her fidgety fingers and bouncing leg.

She would lose whatever nerve she'd gathered before coming here if she got sidetracked now.

Maddie, thank God, could see the somewhat unrestrained panic in her eyes. She laid a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "Honey, let's not overwhelm her. I'm sure I heard Danny say something about demonstrating it to her later this week." Valerie relaxed and met Maddie's eyes. A knowing twinkle glimmered behind the older woman's irises, a twinkle that carried the experience of taming her husband's energetic zeal. "You said you had something to ask us on the phone?"

And just like that, Valerie's heart rate skyrocketed again. She picked at the edge of her sweater, desperately wishing she had something to tinker with. "Yeah. I mean, yes. Only if that's okay, of course." She nearly smacked her forehead. Way to play it cool, Gray.

"Of course!" Jack said with a hearty laugh. "Why wouldn't it be okay? You're practically family! Danny's brought you 'round often enough, you should know that by now." He shot an exaggerated wink to Valerie as Maddie gasped "Jack!" and nudged him in the arm.

Valerie's face flushed warm, though strangely not from Jack's teasing. You're practically family echoed in her mind, sending an electric warmth down her spine and across her whole body.

It wasn't as though Jack and Maddie had never accepted her. Far from it, in fact; they'd been ecstatic to finally discover that the famed Amity Park Huntress was, in fact, one of their son's classmates, and his girlfriend at that. Jack in particular had been thrilled that there were more from the "younger generations" interested in taking up ghost hunting.

And both of them had supported her ceaselessly. They'd sponsored a paid internship for her the moment she'd gotten her high school diploma. Helped navigate her out of her contract with Vlad. Continued to provide her with whatever tech and repairs she needed, even after her internship technically ended. Designed gear specially for her.

It was more than she could've ever dreamed. After Danny had told her about how rough it had been getting them to let him keep up with his ghost fighting after they learned of his secret ("Of course I'm grateful they don't hate me," he'd told her, "I just wish they could be slightly less overbearing with their love."), she'd expected them to stick her with lectures about the dangers of the job and how she should be leaving such risky endeavors to the grown-up professionals.

She couldn't have been happier to have had her expectations blown out of the water.

"It means so much to hear you say that," she said, her voice beginning to tremble with emotion. Darn it, keep it together girl! "You two have done so much for me and taken me under your wing, and you've gotten nothing in return."

Maddie scoffed. "Don't be silly." She took the hand on Jack's shoulder and reached across his lap to lay it on top of Valerie's. The kind smile on Maddie's face nearly melted her heart all over again. "Not only have we gotten to see our Danny happier than he's ever been, getting to spend his time with you, but we've gotten to see you grow into a bright, beautiful young lady. That alone is entirely worth it." Jack nodded eagerly beside her.

Now the tears were truly threatening to fall, and Valerie Gray did not cry. She sniffed and took a deep breath. "These past years with Danny, getting to know you and Jazz and be a part of your family, they've been the best of my life. I know Daddy wasn't exactly keen on letting me hang out here too much at first, but he knows this whole family cares about me almost as much as he does.

"And I care about you too. I seriously can't even begin to describe everything you've done for me. I didn't even need to ask; you just did it." Another sniffle. "It's like you somehow knew what I needed before I even asked."

Maddie's smile faltered just slightly. "Well," she said slowly, "I wouldn't say that was entirely the case..."

"It was Danny," Jack said. "We wanted to help you, of course, but he was the one to tell us exactly what you needed. Kid was always fretting about how you wouldn't accept the help if it came from him, but he just loved you so much. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you."

Valerie's breath caught in her throat. "Danny..." she whispered.

God, she was going to strangle that boy the next time she saw him. And then kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Breathe girl. In and out. "He's... he's done so much for me too. I wouldn't be who I am without him." In and out. "I can't imagine my life without him." In and out. "I don't think I want to live life without him."

Maddie jolted upright. "Oh my..." she breathed. "Are you saying...?"

"Yes." The tears were falling uncontrollably now, but Valerie's smile felt like it could split her face. "Yes, I absolutely am."

"What?" Jack looked back and forth between the two women. "What's she saying? What are you saying?"

Maddie had started crying too, clutching Valerie's hand in one of her own and Jack's with the other. "She wants to join our family," she said through her own tears.

"Really? That's what this is all about? Well heck, what's all the fuss for then? Like I said, you're already part of the family, Val!"

In spite of herself, Valerie giggled. "No, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm saying... I'm saying I want to spend every day with Danny. I want to be a part of his life forever, and I want him to be part of mine. I want to get to share you as parents, and Jazz as a sister. I don't care what might happen, I just know I want me and Danny to face it, together, for the rest of our lives.

She took another deep breath. "I'm asking for your blessing to ask Danny to marry me."

Valerie suddenly found herself engulfed by the warm embrace of two sobbing Fenton parents.

Soon to be her parents too.

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part 2 here

[fortpeat]

Hello beautiful soul who blesses this world with her PrapaiSky and FortPeat content, therefore making my days brighter and happier.

Honestly, I could write all day about how your work makes me smile and squeal 😍. Millions of thanks for your amazing skills and dedicated soul.

About my question, when I was thinking about PS and FP (as I do every day 😉), I´ve started to wonder if they at any time in the show kissed with tongue. I pondered about it for quite a while, but I´m still not sure. I thought maybe here they did (https://fb.watch/lteIDIkcnt/) - (close-up), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2Pfbg242gFg), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/c2J2MAYzKKQ), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/wlsE6vfyZYg) - (it´s the condo bedroom before bathroom scene, where Prapai tells Sky how much he likes him), I thought maybe I had seen Sky´s tongue poke out a little bit there, but yeah, still not 100 % sure 🙈.

And so, because as they say, four eyes see more than two, I would really like to know what are your thoughts about this particular issue. I truly believe it´s quite possible that because of your vast knowledge of our lovely couple(s) and your sharp eye, you happened to spot something no-one had been able to.

Thank you in advance for your time and answer, I´m looking forward to your analysis.

Have a great day full of magic and stay as wonderful as your are.

With Love

M._A. 🤍

Hey there M._A. 😊💖💖

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL GREETING 🥹🥹 WAKING UP TO THEM IS ONE OF THE BEST THING EVER ✨✨ YOU ARE TOO KIND 🥹✨😭😭

Now you can be sure that I have watched all of Paisky kiss scenes in all modes : zoomed in, slow mo, flipped, mirrored etc. Its all for scientific research you see 😌 ITS A NECESSITY.

So to answer your question I also had to make multiple gifsets to provide evidence coz this is for SCIENCE. 😌✨

So Paisky tongue kisses I am absolutely 💯 sure that they did do it but we were just unfortunate to not see it explicitly 🤭 buuutttt I am going with my gut feeling called "OH THAT KISS, DEFINITELY SOME 18+ ACTION IS GOING ON" 😂 So let's do it scene number one where my radar was definitely going up was this 🤭

1. NC 8 - Sky was definitely trying to soul out Prapai's soul in his "angry sex" mode and I am sure that this could be also one of the reasons why Prapai was instantly obsessed with Sky 🤭🤭

2. THE FANTASY KISSSSS "THE KISS" of ALLLL kisssesss 🤭 - OH THERE WAS DEFINITELY TONGUE HERE ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😌👀👀 Prapai's fantasy was hell bent on unraveling Sky and if only it was real 😭😭😭😭 (I will cry about this tragedy for the rest of my life)

3. NC 11 - 2nd kiss and this time it was Prapai's turn to "unravel" Sky and it's not a FANTASY anymore. Boy finally got the green light and he's gonna grab that with both hands 😌✨

4. NC 12 - This scene is one of the sweetest scenes EVERRR 😭😭 I still can't watch this scene without wanting to cry 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and you maybe be right MA I can definitely see a little bit of tongue from Sky's side 🤭🤭 no wonder Prapai further took it to the bathroom coz he's ONLY HUMAN after all and if Sky teases Prapai is only going to respond enthusiastically ✨✨

5. NOW HERE WE HAVE 2 SCENES THAT DEFINITELY HAD SOME TONGUE ACTION 🫠🫠🫠 ITS A FACT. A SCIENTIFIC FACT. And I have nothing else to add coz the gifset speaks everything about it 🫠🫠🫠 i mean if you need a definition of devouring THEN THIS IS IT!!!!!

[simpjaes]

hiii ! i'm new to your blog as i just joined tumblr like a month ago and stuff. so far i've read only first date etiquette and big dick for dummies from your blog and they're definitely my favourites from all of the fics i've read in total. your writing style is so amazing and your voice is so clear and concise. and tbh, tumblr was my first time reading smut and i was so scared reading it like it's porn on paper 😭😭 but then i gradually grew more confident in reading it and started having my own preferences because of your fics, i've realized that straight up smut does not appeal to me as much as smut with plot does because when i read first date etiquette, the smut was intense i'll say that, but i came for the plot and the plot was amazing. and big dick for dummies was so good and is definitely my favourite 😭😭 i want to read more of your works, but don't know where to start. so if it's alright with you what works do your recommend of yours to read for someone fairly new to your blog? thank you for this and have a nice day, i hope your blog reaches massice success and you get eternal happiness 😌😌 take care.

omgggg!!!! welcome beloved 🖤 i'm honored to be your introduction though I can be quite chaotic and a bit of a mess over here!

I'm a big fan of plot before the porn because I, personally, really love the build up and i feel like it makes it more impactful when the smut happens! ofc, don't force yourself to read smut if it makes you uncomfortable, but again, i'm very thankful to be one of the writers that helps you feel more confident in reading it!

if you want a lot of plot first, i'd recommend these two fics:

DISCLAIMER: they are dark fics, do not read them if it could make you feel uncomfortable pls, i want you to feel safe here!

FRENZY | (ao3) - 33k total FRENZY PART TWO - 14.2k total in which jake is your stalker and becomes the "perfect" boyfriend for you ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS | (ao3) - 20.4k ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS PT. 2- 21.8k in which sunghoon is a 328974938274329 year old vampire and you're an alt girl who...uh...thinks he's just a turbo goth with a blood kink

now, if you're looking for something shorter than like 40k, i'd suggest:

SERIAL-SWEETHEART (ft. sunghoon) (ao3)- 23.6k [warning: infidelity] in which sunghoon is your boyfriend and his little brother, jake, rly rly wants what his brother has.

AND!!! if you don't care who you're reading about, i highly suggest these fics from my other blog!

neighborly⇢ ao3⇢  18.8k ⇢ (seungcheol ft. mingyu) the one where your husband, seungcheol, fucks you in front of the window to help the neighbor (mingyu) get off and then said neighbor shows up at the door a week later. the perks of being that guy   ⇢  ao3⇢ 14k    the one where jihoon is a dildo salesman, a caterer, a self-titled mechanic, and also your ride home. he is not an expert in any of his jobs, but he sure is an expert in wit and, well, other things. follow through ⇢ao3 ⇢ mark x afab reader | hyuck x afab reader ⇢ 23.5k   the one where mark has feelings for you and your friendships grows sexual over text after you move away. when you come back, he has no idea how to keep the same energy. also, haechan is your new fwb and he’s also mark’s best friend.

that being said, ;-; thank you so much for reading <3 hope i can continue to provide!

[im-out-of-it]

SEASON 1, EPISODE 12 “MALEC”

I just want to start off by saying this is thee best episode in all of season one and probably the whole show (at least one of the best.) because this is the moment that Alec finally chooses himself. he’s not just choosing Magnus but he’s finally doing something for himself. this is my favorite episode or at least in my top five. I will warn anyone who doesn’t like long posts that this is going to be broken up in several posts because I want to highlight with gifs of the important scenes and there’s just so many 🥹

1. okay so let’s get to it!!!!!! I want to start off also by saying how important the title of this episode is. it’s Malec. not only did the show provide us with a healthy, fun, entertaining lgbtq+ couple but they made sure it mattered. no other couple in the show has a episode named after them. Malec was an afterthought in the books. literally the writing for it is so messy and lazy and CC didn’t give a fuck about them until it made her money. even most of their stuff, Alec and Magnus don’t have much of a pov. I can’t even remember Magnus’s pov in TMI. the bane chronicles do not count because that is all Magnus.

2. but it’s important that 1. they named an episode Malec. 2. they show Magnus’s feelings as well Alec’s. and 3. who doesn’t love that kiss??????

3. “the cobalt blue. it’s elegant, masculine, very Alec”- Izzy (cough cough mags incoming)

4. what are you trying to say Izzy? 😌

5. “let’s just stick to the mission”- jace. oh so now you care about missions?????? you were fine running off with clary and doing whatever but now the missions matter??? his whole attitude of I don’t need to talk to Alec and he’s busy with the wedding- yeah, busy trying to repair all the damage you started jace

6. “I guess I should thank you, I don’t know what would have happened to Izzy after the trial if you hadn’t come back with the cup.”- Alec. but also let’s remember who is the one that ran off with the cup acting as though they knew better. look I don’t trust the clave, they obviously have their own agenda but I wouldn’t trust clary or jace with my life either. they don’t think and go ahead and do whatever they wish. Izzy could have been deruned if clary and Jace continued to do whatever they wanted- and they almost handed the cup to Valentine. I will say a nice thing about clary, she felt something off with Valentine and if not, Valentine would have the cup already

7. one Malec argument coming right up and one man in cobalt blue

8. Alec: can we have one discussion without drinking?????

9. Magnus: but babe just one drink

10. Alec is like can we not do this????? I need a clear head if I’m about to marry someone I don’t love lmao

11. Magnus is like are you sure?????? let me give it one last attempt

12. I’m giving Magnus all the points

13. I’m so sad for Magnus in this scene like it’s breaking my heart

14. IM SORRY BUT HES SO SAD AND IT MAKES ME SAD

15. Alec: love, how the fuck am I supposed to know if I’m in love with Lydia??????? I just wanted a partnership 😭 (I had to replace the gif because I used the wrong one so I’m going to use this one instead SORRY)

16. I wonder if there’s a part of Alec that views marriage in a completely different way than others would. Magnus thinks marriage (just my take) is between two people who love and adore each other very much. it’s something absolutely serious to him hence might be why he’s never married, and maybe never found “the one”. while Alec has his parents as a guidance.

16. Maryse and Robert have a rocky relationship. Robert has been cheating on Maryse but in the show, alec doesn’t find that out until season three. but children are able to see their parents aren’t happy. and most shadowhunters die at a young age. so while Alec is looking for a partnership to aid his family honor and complete that family duty, he doesn’t feel perhaps in a way it’s based on love. Alec never thought he could have what he wanted. he never once thought it was possible.

17. so all I’m saying, is what if a small part of Alexander thought this with Lydia was the best he could get? if he’s drilled it into his head, maybe he knows the expectations are to marry a woman and not even that, but a shadowhunter. we don’t know if Maryse or Robert has talked about being gay which I highly doubt it, they both seem like the type of parents to never confide in their children- full offense to them. and this is just how I take Alec’s words. I didn’t come up with his character but I do relate to Alec a lot and I do feel as if I know him

18. Alec is constantly the one salvaging his family’s reputation. Izzy tries but look at how Maryse treats him. it’s always “Alec do this, send this report in, watch the institute while we’re out” like this responsibility never falls on jace and I hope it never would but it’s always on Alec. so maybe in a way, Alec feels that he doesn’t have a choice. he’s never been able to feel completely and fully happy being himself. just my take on Alexander though

moving onto part two

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

WIP Weekend

thank you so much for the tag, @mint-ty <3 I didn't think I had that many wips to share but after looking through my notes app, there are actually quite a few things there gathering dust that I mostly forgot about 😭 sooooo here is my list, starting with the earliest:

Zame, si čisti dopamin - this is a bojere fic I started nearly a year ago now, based around the infamous tavastia 1.0 gig and Bojan both discovering and navigating his feelings for Jere. as I remember, I had one more chapter planned that I unfortunately lost motivation for, buuuut as it stands now, I guess it's kinda left on a cliffhanger? sorry 😅 but it holds a special place in my heart as I was just beginning to get very deep into my joker out hyperfixation when I started writing it hehehe

This ship of love is loaded - another bojere fic that I never finished and didn't post, this one was inspired by the release of Huhhahhei by Käärijä 😌 y'know the song's implications of fucking someone on a boat? yeah, I took that and ran with it whilst wearing my tin-foil hat and made it about bojere 😭 it's set on the 2023 eurovision pre-party boat and includes the scene of what is now the first snus proposal. ultimately, I abandoned it because I wanted to include smut but wasn't yet ready to (properly) write mlm smut for the first time back then

untitled jance fic - this is the only time thus far I've written jance (which is actually criminal tbh). it's a very short wip so I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it, but it appears to include Nace attempting to flirt... 👀

it's better if we remain a memory - now, this one is a little more obscure. it's based on the film Bojan is in (Kaj pa Ester?) that I unfortunately haven't watched (c'mon, slovenian film industry, make it available internationally, I beg of you 🙏). basically, I watched the trailer, made up a plot, and made it very very very gay. and then posted all but the final chapter before succumbing to lack of motivation again 😭

Immortalised - .......okay, I just realised I was wrong about only writing jance once, this is another time I tried to write it! this one is all about the incredible jance photoshoot by Damon Baker, exploring their relationship behind the lens. not sure why I never finished this one, if I'm honest 😅

Forgotten Nights - here, we have a bokris wip. this one was going to be a classic friends-to-lovers fic, littered with flashbacks and snippets from the past that both of them were repressing. I found that I didn't properly plan out the sequence of flashbacks though, or where I was going with it so it ended up a little messy as I was writing it and eventually I moved onto other things

a bunch of bokris "5+1 things" fic ideas I never got round to writing properly - specifically, I have 8 fics that I planned for 😭 if you want to know more about one, send me a number between 1 and 8 and I'll tell you what the 5+1 idea was :)

untitled damkris fic - finally, this is what I started most recently. it's inspired by Kris and Damon's recent trip to Ljubljana Castle, and basically they flirt and gay panic all day whilst being idiots and not realising they're both actually crushing hard on each other 😭

if you want to know more about any of these, or read a snippet from one, go ahead and drop into my ask box!!! I shall be more than happy to provide 😌

no pressure tagging (and apologies if you've already been tagged): @trips-around-the-sun @graysantimony @paperphilia @electron-road-suspect :D

[tojikai]

obviously I’ve been thinking about Catharsis ever since you published and feel free to disregard any of these if you don’t feel like answering them, I just let my brain run wild with questions 😭

1) I know you said Satoru has resorted to paying for uhh release which I’m interpreting as him hiring sex workers for his own needs because he can’t emotionally/physically involve himself with another woman and he can detach himself through that ig. (Pls correct me if i’m wrong though LOL) Has Y/N started seeing anyone in the past three years? Given her last thoughts before she sees Satoru I assume no since she’s letting fate take the wheel in their story but idk Y/N is a baddie so 😭

2) What are Y/N’s thoughts about Satoru after everything that happened? Is she angry at him? Disappointed? Does she miss him? Still love him?

3) Was Satoru searching for her specifically in the town they ran into each other? Or did they happen to just run into each other? I know he has and never would’ve stopped searching for his family but why was he there?

4) Will Y/N’s mom finally beat the shit out of him when he sees them again? That poor woman is probably TIRED OF HIS ASS 😭 I hope she slaps him so hard his mother feels it in her prison cell (i don’t condone violence 😌)

5) Is there a reason she hasn’t trusted Toji with any information? If there was someone she could trust with her and Yui’s safety surely it would be Toji. Maybe she just wasn’t thinking straight and fled before Satoru’s mom could do anything else

I have a million more questions but these are the only ones that come to mind, Kai ilysm and I hope you’re having a good day! TY for your time 🥹

HIII I'm more than happy to answer them !!

1. some tried courting yn but she's focused on working for Yui. and when she gets offered that they'll provide for them, she said she just wants to build herself. in reality, she just doesn't want to try at all. she's starting to feel a little hopeless abt it, esp. w how her mother raised her alone. she felt like no one would fully understand her. maybe when yui reaches legal age, but as long as she's under her care, she just can't afford to have someone who would demand as much attention as she Yui.

2. she's frustrated w him, but she tries to understand that he wasn't even there when it happened. to her, he's simply a son who desperately wanted to believe that his mother could get better after what she did to him. and yeah she's disappointed that he took so long to find them LMAO but she knows that it's bc they actually hid from everyone😭. she left no traces and made it almost impossible for him to find them easily. she definitely missed him🥺

3. he was just there bc he's stopping over :>

4. yn's mother has been wanting to pull all the hair out of satoru's scalp since the day she found out abt the kitchen fight LMAO she's a calm woman but satoru's got a talent for making her blood boil.

5. she fled out of fear, really. but she called toji after like a year. she knows he would've wanted to visit her there, and she just can't risk him being followed, so she told him when she thought things are finally calm. satoru's mother traumatized her and even yui.

anw dw, i had fun answering these, feel free to ask if anything comes to mind~, thank you so much for your support !! have a great week ahead <3