#when you combine my two passions of course I need to gif it

[gealach-edits]

Young You, “The Lord of the Rings” LP || World Championships 2024

[darlingdekarios]

the edge of paradise.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,682 content: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, porn with no plot of substance, smut [softdom!Simon, overstimulation, fingering - receiving, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [marking, breeding], soft Simon

even in the middle of the night and at the expense of sleep, Simon is always willing to give you another round.

A quiet whine and a frustrated huff from his bedside partner had him stirring, a quick glance at clock beside the bed confirming that it hadn't been long since the two of you had fallen asleep to begin with. His arms squeezed you tighter, his hold on you having loosened far too much for either of your liking as he had slept.

It was a combination of sounds he was familiar with, the shallow and shaking breaths fighting from your lungs telling his half-awake mind everything it needed to know to snap him to his senses in no time at all.

"Your breathing is agitated."

His observation served as the announcement that he was awake, his gravelly, sleep-filled voice enough to pull another whine from you, your ass rubbing back into his waist. One of the large hands that rested against your stomach slid down to grip your hip as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, a rumbling laugh muffled by your skin.

His cock was already twitching in the sweatpants he'd pulled on before bed, teeth nipping at a slight raised bite mark from one of your earlier sessions. Simon had been gone for months, only just returning to you the afternoon before, and the two of you had found everything in your power to not leave one another…or more specifically, your bed.

To say the two of you were relieved to be in one another's presence again would have been an understatement, because in the twelve hours since he'd returned to you, the only thing that had pulled his eyes from you was the insufficient amount of sleep. But with the insatiability coursing through both of your bodies like a flooded river, he was more than happy to be woken up like this.

Especially when you moaned in reply to the attention you were receiving on your neck by his lips and tongue, grinding back into him in a silent plea again as you reached one of your hands behind you to grasp at the back of his head.

"Oh, you naughty minx," he had that layer of amusement behind his voice that you always loved to hear, his affection for you evident just in how he spoke. "Didn't get enough, huh? Thought you'd be sore, love."

"I am," you whined again, words shaking as you gave his hair a gentle tug, his lips curving into a smile against your skin until he nipped at another older mark. "Need m-more…"

"That's not how to ask," he remarked in a smug tone you were exceedingly familiar with, his lips lightly brushing behind your ear as he spoke. "What do you need? My fingers, my mouth…d'you think you could even take my cock again? You're not using your words."

At this point, you knew somewhere inside that Simon was going to insist on this game until you gave him exactly what he wanted. And yet, your mind was blurred just enough still by sleep and lust that you couldn't formulate anything remotely adequate and free of a desperate whine soaking your tone.

"A-anything."

"Ask nicely."

You took the opportunity to do what you could always muster, what always felt like the most natural thing in the world to you - you turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his in a kiss you hoped communicated how lecherous you felt for him.

The kisses between you two were always easy - your mouths came together in synchrony, you never fought for dominance with him, and the result was a beautiful, perfect exchange of passion without words.

As much as Simon loved to hear you talk, to soak in breathless words as you told him exactly what you wanted from him, you also knew that there was little he loved more than a kiss like this from you, particularly out of need in the middle of the night.

"Need you, Si," you whined against his lips, trailing your soft kisses from his lips to the corner of his mouth to his jaw, inhaling the familiar musk that was him. You brushed your lips feather light over one of the scars on his face, causing the love he felt for you to flare in him, a rush of heat and adoration filling every inch of his body.

One of his hands slipped below the t-shirt you'd slipped over your head before bed that looked much better on you than it did him…in his opinion, anyway.

When your attempt went unanswered you nipped at a sensitive area on his neck before you claimed his lips again, an impatient whimper swallowed by him as he returned your kiss. Another low, short laugh vibrated through his chest as he nipped at your bottom lip again, his attention shifting to your neck again as he lowered his head.

"You can barely talk, love," you'd told him many times that it was unfair for him to talk so lowly right into your ear, and he'd only remembered it and made a point to exploit the weakness at every turn. "Let me take care of you."

A large hand slid to grasp your calf, encouraging you to raise one of your legs and throw it over his hip. The thigh you'd been pressed against had a visible spot where your arousal had soaked the fabric of his sweatpants, he didn't need much more than the moonlight coming through the blinds to aid him in that discovery, and he groaned in appreciation at the sight.

"Fuckin' hell. Already soaked and I've not even touched you."

To no surprise you whined again, grinding your still overstimulated sex against his thigh, desperate for any amount of friction or pressure that would relieve some of the heat engulfing you.

He stopped his movements as he went in to kiss a sensitive spot between your neck and collarbone, his tongue clicking against his teeth in light disapproval before he taunted aloud.

"Desperate, but still hasn't managed to ask nicely…"

He abandoned his attention elsewhere and reached to kiss you again as he pushed her panties to the side, grumbling against your lips about how wet they are as he connected his palm to your clit, his three middle fingers spreading your soaked folds. He smiled against your lips and nipped at the swollen bottom one again, feeling his smile widen briefly - as long as he'd allow it - as you whined out his name.

"You just gonna keeping whining?"

"Fu…"

Your possible complaint or curse was cut off by two of his fingers slipping into your velvet channel with ease, your mouth hanging open as you looked into his eyes, your own wide and pupils blown as you lost your thought.

"There you go, sweetheart," he cooed, rubbing the most sensitive patch of sponginess inside you with expert precision. "I've got you. I know what you need."

"Please, Simon," you breathed out heavily, eyes rolling back slightly as he pumped his fingers into you and watched on in pride as your arousal coated his hand. Accepting he was too transfixed on the show he had created for himself to kiss him you instead leaned forward to kiss his chest, sucking a mark of your own where no one would see it should his return home be cut short.

Even with a hazy mind, you were considerate of every aspect of his life, no detail going forgotten in your memory and your actions always conscious of consequences. It was high on the list of reasons he loved you, a list he ran through when he needed to occupy his mind.

"Much better, darling," he complimented, his fingers slipping from you briefly before he pushed them back in, repeating the action until he set a steady pace with them. "Now you're sayin' please like a good fuckin' girl. I'll give you whatever you ask me to when you ask nicely."

"Please…need you again, Si."

He hummed his approval to your words as his other hand slipped beneath his shirt to cup one of your breasts, his thumb circling your nipple so delicately it only confirmed he viewed you as fragile as a flower.

"Such a nice way to ask," he cooed again, pinching your nipple between his fingers gently before rubbing it again. "You're not too sore?"

It was so like him to be considerate of your well-being, even with his obvious erection pressing into you. He wanted you, and there was never any doubt that he would rather be buried in your pussy than anything, but if your body needed a break he would happily give you the orgasm you needed with his tongue.

But there was no denying the hope he felt that you would give him another round before truly sleeping for the night.

"No," you finally managed out an answer through moans and gasps, his fingers still moving at perfect time and his palm still applying the perfect pressure to your clit to keep you on the edge. He pulled his shirt from you with one hand, needing to have unencumbered access to your body - it was honestly surprising he'd lasted this long with a barrier between you. "Promise, 'm fine…"

"You want another load that badly?"

"Yes," it came out in a choked, broken moan, your teeth sinking into his chest hard enough to give him another mark to communicate physically what you couldn't with words. Simon had always been infatuated with you leaving your mark on him in places only he could see, and the fact that you made a point to remember those details about him only made him want you more.

"Fuck, I'll give you one."

He pulled his fingers from you and raised his hand to his face to lick them clean, an appreciative him rumbling in his chest beneath your lips as you kissed the expanse of his toned muscles. Your affections were interrupted as he moved to his knees, grasping your hips gently to roll you to your stomach, reaching with one hand to grasp his pillow and slip it beneath your hips.

He pushed his sweats down as much as he needed to, grasping his cock and stroking it to the sight of you laying expectantly beneath him, your pussy glistening with your arousal. From behind you you could hear him spit into his hand, smearing his own saliva on his cock to help ease his entry into you.

He leaned forward to press a kiss behind your ear before his gentle words entered your ears again.

"You just lay still and take it like a good girl."

He was already slipping his thick cock into you as he finished his instruction, one of his hands gently gripping you hip as the other ensured your pillow was still beneath your head. He stayed laying against you, conscious not to rest his weight entirely against you but unwilling to stop pressing rough kisses anywhere he could connect his lips to on your neck, back, and shoulders.

A blissful sigh of a moan blossomed from your chest as he bottomed out, his movements stilling to appreciate how your walls clenched around him, welcoming every inch of his cock home into you.

"Thank you," the words were so quiet they'd have gone unheard at any other time, your appreciation genuine in them as you arched your back to improve his angle even more. His hold on you tightened and he pressed his forehead into your shoulder to steady himself, a smile spreading across his features before he leaned to press a kiss to your cheek.

It was that fleeting moment of non-verbal communications of love that he took as his signal to move, his hips rocking against yours in a gentle pace - clearly, his worries about your soreness remained.

"So cute," he muttered against your skin, unwilling to pull his lips away from your skin for even a moment. He reached to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, immediately wishing he had opted to keep you on your back so he could enjoy the full beauty of your face and kiss you properly. "You tell me if it's too much."

"Uh huh…"

It was as if you read his mind as you propped up on your elbows, turning your head in a silent plea for him to kiss you - one he happily obliged. From this angle it was messy, but it was the sort of imperfect harmony between the two of you that helped him set the perfect pace with his hips, his cock slowly pulling completely out of you and pushing back in in a way that made you both feel every inch massaging and stretching your walls again and again.

"You feel fucking incredible," he groaned out, stilling his movements again when he was buried to the hilt in you, waiting for you to give any sign of discomfort before he fucked you properly. In protest of his lack of movement you pulled your hips forward before fucking back onto him, immediately intoxicated by the deep groan that filled the room.

"Need more," you fought out through breaths, the whine returning to your voice as you became more desperate for release as the moments passed.

"'s not enough for you, love?" he questioned, leaning his head closer and running his nose along your jaw until he could nip at the delicate spot beneath your ear, "My needy girl needs more, eh?"

"Please," you gasped out, walls clenching around him tighter as your fingers gripped the sheets so hard you threatened to tear them. With the overstimulation building throughout the night, it had somehow become worse for him to be still and gentle than rough and demanding. "Please, Simon."

"Gonna turn you over."

The warning still wasn't enough to satiate the shock of him leaving you completely, your pussy clenching around nothing at the loss of him and a whine of objection ripping from your throat.

"I know, love, I'm cruel," his voice was gentle yet once again laced with that subtle tone of mockery, his teasing side flaring up no matter how much closer to the edge it drove you. "But I need to see that pretty face."

Once he had you comfortably on your back, your ass resting against the pillow and hips raised at the perfect angle for him you spread your legs without instruction, hands grasping for him to encourage him to come closer faster. He grasped his cock again as he moved between your legs, holding one of your hips in his hand again as he began to sink back into you.

"That's better," he groaned out in a heavy breath, his words less punctual as he allowed himself to find shelter and security in you again.

It was always best like this - when he was buried to the hilt in you, bodies so close your torsos were pressed together sharing an impossible amount of heat as your foreheads came together. He loved to watch your expressions shift - to ensure only pleasure crossed your features as he stretched and filled you, hell-bent on giving you nothing but pleasure.

Hurting you was out of the question, and any way he could avoid it, he would. It was his personal pride that you didn't need to worry about a thing when he was by your side.

"Kiss me," you whispered lowly, eyes adjusting to the briefest amount of light that had begun to form at the new hour to truly look him in the eyes, the tip of your nose bumping into his playfully. "Please."

"My polite girl."

He found the perfect pace again as he closed the distance to kiss you again, incredibly conscious with every movement of how much weight he was putting on your legs and hips as he leaned into you, desperate to close any space between the two of you.

The kiss reflected the relatively sleepless morning - tired and routine yet full of the optimism and vigor of a new day. Your fingers clutched to his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin to silently beg him to stay closer, to plead with him not to pull away - an unnecessary thing as he had no intention of doing so.

When you needed air you pulled away to bury your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his chest. Between shaking, heavy breaths you pressed kisses wherever you could reach on his neck and shoulders.

"I love you, Simon," you whispered quietly, knowing they were the four words he needed to hear to truly start his day.

His reply was to give you exactly what you needed to send you off to sleep fulfilled with the bliss of another orgasm, a verbal response unnecessary as he focused his attention on showing you his love with precision.

The sounds that filled the apartment were deliciously lewd, the kind he would embed in his memory to use for a quick release when he was away from you. The sounds of you moaning, his name falling from your lips in breathless whimpers, his cock slipping back into your soaked sex…all were embedded into his mind forever.

As much as he'd feigned complaint about your whining, it was no secret that he loved when he'd fucked you to the point where your mind seemed to lose all sense. What he loved more than anything was your response when you knew he was going to cum.

"You want me to fill you again?"

"Yes," the response from you was immediate and filled with desperation, your walls clenching around him hard as he fucked into you harder, his body becoming increasingly desperate for his own release with each passing moment, the temperature building around him so hot the air was heavy in his lungs. "Please…fuck…ah…please, Simon…"

"You're so desperate to be full of my cum," when his voice was somewhat broken like this - when he was forcing out words between grunts and heavy breaths - is when you found him the sexiest, because this side of Simon, free of any exterior walls, was only for you. "If you weren't on that birth control you'd be bred by the time I leave here again."

You cried out his name so loud he wondered how loud he'd have to make you be until the closest neighbors knew he was home, something he was more than willing to put to the test. Your nails dug into his skin again, dragging downward until you were able to grasp his ass, pushing him closer to you to silently beg.

"Oh, you like that, you naughty thing?"

"Fuckin' hell, Simon…"

His lips were on your neck again, a breathless laugh hot against your skin.

"Say it…"

"I do," you finally gave in, head spinning as your heart pounded hard in your chest, so hard you were certain he could feel it in his own. "Fuck, please fill me again."

"Only when you cum on my cock first, love," he breathed out, turning his head to claim your lips in a soft kiss, his teeth catching your swollen bottom lip briefly and as gently as possible before he kissed the tip of your nose. "You know the rule."

"Then fuck me."

This was the most relentless pace he'd set as he thrust into you, one of his hands reaching to rub your clit. When you moaned out his name a bit louder than the last he took it as a continued challenge, straightening up and grasping your hip tightly in one hand as he pounded into you at a bruising pace, accepting that you wouldn't be able to do much of anything outside of the house for the next day as you recovered from the day you'd had together.

He was more than happy to stay inside with you as long as you needed. In fact, it may have been his plan all along.

Your legs started to shake as you wrapped them around his waist to pull him in closer, your vision beginning to blur and the sounds of your bodies coming together and your sounds of pleasure becoming muffled as your brain flooded with pleasure.

Your hands slid down to his abs where you felt them tightening at your fingertips, his own release being fought off as he coaxed yours from you first.

"That's it, love," he breathed out, swiftly placing a messy kiss to the tip of your nose. "Fuck, love when your cunt starts clenching on me. Let me hear you."

The combination of his words, his hands and lips on you, and pure overstimulation finally pulled what he'd sought from you - you screamed his name, hopefully fulfilling his desire to let the neighbors know you were very happily taken. The thought alone made him go faster and harder until his own release was spilling from him in thick, hot spurts, his forehead resting against yours and eyes squeezed shut in focus as he lazily thrust through another massive load that filled you again.

When he had ridden you both through your orgasms he pulled away from you slowly, laying between her legs with his torso on top of you. His head found a comfortable position on your chest to relax, both of you focusing on catching your breath.

Though his eyes were closed and his attention was on his breath you were not forgotten, his hands lightly rubbing and caressing any part of you he could reach, his lips lazily pressing to your chest with no consistent frequency.

Both of you satiated for the night, there was no reason to disrupt the natural peace that surrounded the two of you. Instead, you found your breaths soon mirrored one another and with your fingers carded through his hair, holding him against your chest where your heartbeat served as a lullaby.

It was the fastest Simon had found sleep in weeks, and for the moment at least, everything was exactly as it should be.

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[laneywrld]

warm, buttery, and soft | Lewis Hamilton

request: I have a LH44 request! So, I’m a BCBA, I work with children who have autism and my dream is have my own clinic one day. I have a request where maybe Lewis is with a BCBA, who has her own practice, maybe with a back story of how they met at a charity event for her grand opening? Maybe he decided to venture out his charitable contributions and became interested in what she does? Romance, all the feels :)

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none

Lewis had more money than he knew what to do with.

He'd still accept it graciously, but he couldn't help but feel that he could be doing more with the funds he'd earned. He always felt as if he could offer his many resources to many different causes.

He had started mission 44, and still, he felt like he wasn't doing enough.

Lewis had always been driven by a deep desire to make a meaningful impact in the world. After years of dedication to his passion projects, he felt it was time to expand the reach of Mission 44, his organization dedicated to empowering underserved communities. He wanted to invest in something truly transformative, and it was a conversation with an old friend that set him on the right path.

One evening, over a cup of coffee, his friend Michael shared a heartfelt story about his autistic son, Josiah. "There's this incredible clinic," Michael said, his eyes lighting up. "It's run by Y/N, a BCBA. Her work with autistic children has been nothing short of miraculous for us. Jojo has made so much progress thanks to her."

Intrigued, Lewis asked for more details. Michael explained how Y/N's clinic provided personalized therapy and support, creating a nurturing environment where children like Josiah could thrive. It was a place of hope and transformation, and it resonated deeply with Lewis's vision for Mission 44.

Determined to learn more, Lewis arranged a visit to the clinic. When he arrived, he was immediately struck by the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The walls were adorned with colorful artwork created by the children, and the air was filled with laughter and a sense of purpose.

Sadly, you weren't there when he arrived. Lewis really wanted to connect with you. But you were certain to make sure he was taken care of in your absence.

As Lewis toured the facility, he saw firsthand the incredible progress the children were making. Therapists and staff members were deeply engaged, using innovative techniques to support the children's development. It was clear that this was more than just a clinic—it was a community of care and compassion.

Inspired by what he had seen, Lewis knew he had found the perfect partner for Mission 44. He decided to invest in your clinic, providing the resources needed to expand your reach and impact. Together, you two envisioned opening new branches in underserved areas, ensuring that more children and families could benefit from the transformative care you and your team provided.

With this partnership, Mission 44 took a significant step forward, amplifying its mission to empower and uplift. Lewis was filled with a sense of purpose and fulfillment, knowing that your combined efforts would create a brighter future for countless children and families.

And so, with a shared vision and unwavering dedication, Lewis and you embarked on a journey to bring hope, healing, and empowerment to the world, one child at a time.

And this was all without ever meeting each other.

You were a busy woman, and when you did have free time, it was spent with your kids. Your kids being the children you work with of course. So tonight was meant to be special. An ordeal that certainly meant a lot to you.

You would be meeting Sir Lewis Hamilton for the very first time in person. The two of you had communicated over the phone and through emails, but you had not had the chance to sit with him face-to-face, until tonight.

It'd been a year since this endeavor started, and already, the funding Lewis provided had shown its hand and made your mission all the more achievable.

Tonight, you were having a gala.

You were against the idea initially, telling your assistant to reconvene with Lewis' team. You wanted funds to help autistic children, you wanted an event that reflected that.

But Lewis came up with a good point, you wanted to ask a bunch of rich people to invest in you and your goals, to do that, you had to speak to them in a language that they understood, money.

So here you were, a beautiful gown adorning your frame, that was much too elegant and flashy than what you were used to.

You were standing off to the side, watching as the team organized the smaller details. Your hands are placed in front of you, fingers fidgeting with the others as you will your nerves away.

This was not your scene. You weren't used to the flashy life nor did you care for it, so the fact that you would be surrounded by millionaires and a select few billionaires and people with status simply because of your business ties with such a prominent figure in the world of money and fame, well it made you nervous.

Lewis arrived at the clinic a few minutes early, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. He had seen pictures of you online and read about your remarkable work, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment he saw you in person.

From across the hallway, he saw you before you noticed him. The pictures did you no justice. You were more beautiful than any photograph could capture. Your presence was radiant, your smile warm and genuine. Lewis couldn't help but be captivated by your grace and the effortless way you carried herself. He was about to approach you when the door to your left swung open.

In poured a group of children, dressed in colorful gowns and suits, their faces beaming with excitement. Lewis watched as your eyes widened with delight and your lips spread into a grin wider than the universe. The children, your clients, rushed to surround you, their joy palpable. Some stayed a little further back, shy but eager to be close to you.

Lewis stood back, observing the scene. He saw the way you interacted with each child, your demeanor filled with kindness and understanding. You bent down to their level, speaking softly to those who needed it, and laughed with those who were more exuberant. You were careful and considerate, aware of each child's unique needs and sensitivities due to their autism.

One little girl tugged at your sleeve, and you responded with a gentle touch and a few whispered words that brought a smile to the girl's face. A boy who had been standing off to the side finally mustered the courage to step forward, and you greeted him with the same warmth and attention, making him feel just as special as the rest.

Lewis was moved by the sight. It wasn't just your beauty that struck him now, but the depth of your compassion and the genuine love you had for these children. He realized that your work was more than a profession; it was a calling, a true testament to your character.

As the children slowly dispersed, you stood up and finally noticed Lewis. Your eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You approached him with that same radiant smile, extending your hand in greeting.

"Hi, you must be Lewis," you said, your voice as warm as your smile.

Lewis took your hand, feeling a spark of connection. "Yes, that's me. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. Your work here is incredible."

Your eyes twinkled with gratitude. "Thank you, Lewis. I'm glad you're here. This wouldn't have been possible without your support. Can I show you what we have so far?"

Lewis accepts, walking with you as you point out the many attractions for your guest. As you walk, you speak more to Lewis about your work, your passion for your work evident in your every word. You explained how you had started the clinic with the goal of providing comprehensive, individualized care for autistic children. "Each child is unique," you said, "and we tailor our approach to meet their specific needs. It's about helping them reach their full potential. Most of all, showing them unconditional love and acceptance."

"I think you're doing an amazing job." Lewis compliments, "Can I ask, why autistic children? What made this your dream?"

You let out a chuckle, "You ever read those books about the pig, Mercy Watson? She goes crazy over buttered toast?"

Lewis laughs and shakes his head, "Can't say I have."

"Well, in these books, there's a talking pig who does a lot of crazy stuff really for buttery toast. I used to read these books to my brother. He was obsessed with them. I used to just read them to him over and over every night, thinking, you know, of course, a story about a pig causing absolute destruction for food would entertain a boy." As you talk, you're waving your hands around, describing the elaborate storyline of the children's book.

"Anyways, my brother was autistic, high functioning, but you know there were still things that made him different than others, ways that he couldn't fit in no matter what, and I grew to realize okay, this book has to be his hyper fixation, like he doodled Mercy Watson everywhere. Or like cute little toast, and for a while, all he ate was toast for weeks." You chuckle, and Lewis laughs with you.

"Then one day, I'm a freshman in high school, and my brother has started his first day of middle school, and he just, it was bad for him, so bad. And I wanted to help, so I tried to read the books for him and he just got angry and said it wasn't true, and I was left trying to figure out what he meant. It bothered me for so long, I spent weeks rereading those books, you hear me, weeks."

You look distressed as you recant the memory and Lewis can only imagine how frantic you were when it actually happened.

"And then it just clicked for me. The buttery toast isn't fucking toast. The damn toast is a feeling. Warm, soft, and buttery. Mercy Watson is a pig. She feels buttery with her family and warm, cozy, and accepted. It's a feeling she's chasing. And maybe I'm wrong, but to him, the book highlighted his need to be accepted, to feel community. My brother deserved to be loved for who he was, unconditionally."

"Is that why you have so many piglet paintings in your clinic?"

You let out a laugh that starts from a snort. "Yeah. My little piggies."

"You've got a beautiful heart, you know that?"

"Thank you." You drop your head as if to hide your shyness from the man.

As they walked through the clinic, Lewis couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"You should let me take you out to dinner, discuss more on how to get the toast to all of the little piglets in the world, and maybe discuss another dinner, too?"

"I'd love that."

Three years had passed since that charity gala for your clinic, the night you first met Lewis. You remember how he approached you with a warm smile, expressing his admiration for your work. He had insisted on taking you out for dinner, and that evening turned into many more, each one deepening the connection between you.

Now, you stand in the nursery, a gentle smile on your lips as you admire the freshly painted walls. Small, cute little piglets dance across the pale yellow background, a whimsical design that Lewis insisted on because he remembered how you loved piggies, a love sparked by your brother's fondness for the book that changed your outlook on life.

The room is filled with the promise of new life, a testament to the love that has blossomed between you.

You gently place a hand on your growing belly, feeling the fluttering movements of your baby. The thought of becoming parents fills you with a mixture of excitement and wonder. Lewis walks into the room, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours. He crosses the room in a few strides and places a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand joining yours on your belly.

"You’re going to be the best mom," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "I can’t wait to meet our little one."

Lewis has always seen you as the sweetest soul in the world. Your compassion, kindness, and unwavering dedication to your work and family have captured his heart completely. He often tells you that being with you feels like coming home—warm, soft, and buttery, just like toast. It's the only feeling you've ever had when it comes to Lewis: a deep, comforting love that fills every corner of your life.

Your relationship with Lewis is a harmonious blend of mutual admiration and profound affection. He has not only embraced you but also formed a close bond with your brother. Lewis took the time to understand your brother’s world, it was a connection that brought you immense joy and deepened your love for Lewis.

As you and Lewis stand in the nursery, imagining the future with your child, you feel a profound sense of contentment. Engaged and set to be married in a year, your journey together has been nothing short of extraordinary.

"I love you," you whisper to Lewis, feeling the baby move beneath your hands.

"I love you too," he replies, his eyes shining with emotion. "And I love our little family, more than words can say."

At that moment, surrounded by the playful piglets on the walls and the warmth of Lewis's embrace, you feel a sense of completeness. Your love story is like toast—warm, soft, and buttery—filling your life with sweetness and comfort. It's a love that grows even stronger with each passing day and a warmth that spreads just the same.

oh my god, i loved this request, and a huge thank you for you and the work you do, this hit very close to home, and I loved writing every word of it!! also, I'm not really good at writing anything that's not angsty I don't think. so I apologize in advance for the cringe omg. I tried to make it romantic I really did. 😭

[threelionsgirl]

Hey can you write one where the reader has a crush on Mason, but he says he only sees her as a friend, and that he has a crush on the reader's friend. But after y/n moves away from him, he realizes that he was always in love with her too. Please, with a happy ending!!!!

confessing love | mason mount

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst maybe? word count: 3767 notes: I LOVED THIS ONE!! remembering that english is not my first language, this has not been revised!!! i hope you like it :) masterlist | requests are open!

Y/N's camera lens traveled around the pitch during Manchester United's training sessions. And she loved her work as a visual media creator for the club's social networks. Combining her passion for football with her passion for photography was perfect. She was living a long-planned dream. Y/N was trying to get the best angles of the training session led by coach Ten Hag. She laughed a little when she saw Rashford and Casemiro play with the ball through the camera lens. He captured good moments of the two of them until she looked for her next target. That's when her lens passed Mason Mount. Y/N always liked to take pictures of Mason last because when her camera found him, it was hard to take the focus off him. She followed him all over the pitch, looking at him through her hyperfocus lens and taking more photos of him than of any other player. Of course, she knew it was a bit unprofessional, but no one needed to know, since she was the only one operating that camera and on the website and social media, all the players received the same publicity. The ones that remained, she kept in her personal collection.

Mason was running around the pitch, until he received a ball from Shaw, which he took on his chest and sent into the back of the net. Y/N made a point of capturing every moment as he celebrated by smiling, messing with his hair in a cute way and every bit of how his body reacted and the expressions on his face. Until he looked directly at her and realized that the camera was pointing at him. Mason began to make faces that made Y/N laugh as she recorded everything, without missing a beat. The truth was that Y/N was very friendly with all the players, they were nice and good company for going out and doing something fun, and nothing was more than friendship, but she had to admit that she had developed a special bond with Mason. She knew that with him, she didn't just want friendship, it was much more than that. But she felt too cowardly to admit it to him. He came running towards her, and she lowered the camera, finally taking the focus off him. She didn't need a camera to observe Mason Mount when she had him so close. "Too much work today, Y/N?"

"I'm always very busy, Mase." Y/N wiping the camera lens. Ever since she'd discovered her crush on Mason, she'd been a bit awkward around him because she found it hard to look at him and talk to him without looking like a lovesick idiot. A shiver ran through her body when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and squeezed with his other hand. "You need a break to relax, you work too much." Y/N was going to ask him what his ideas were for her to relax, but she wasn't so bold. "Today is Maya's birthday." Maya worked in PR at United and was one of her best friends at the club. Working with her was amazing. They always went out together whenever they could. "Oh, I know, she invited me." Mason smiled in a different way, which made a thousand butterflies fly around in Y/N's stomach. "So, I'll see you tonight, right?" She hugged the camera, too nervous to answer and stuttering Y/N just shook her head up and down. Mason left a kiss on her cheek and pulled away when Ten Hag called out to him. Y/N stood there watching Mason walk away for God knows how long, that kiss on the cheek was capable of melting her entire system. She was so caught up that she didn't even notice when Marcus approached.

She could say that Marcus was one of her best friends. He was the first person she had been close to since she started working at the club. She felt she could count on him for anything. "When are you going to tell him?" "What a fright, Rash!" She looked at him unconcerned. "You need to stop this!" "And you need to stop running away from my questions, Y/N." "I don't know what you're talking about…" "Come on, you don't lie to me. You've got a thing for Mase." They both watched Mason from afar. She looked at her friend and rolled her eyes. "How do you know that?" "I know you, honey." He laughed, pinching her nose. "Do you think I don't notice how you spend hours and hours stalking him with that camera?" "Yeah, I have a crush on him, so what?" "So you're really going to leave without exposing your feelings?" Marcus raised an eyebrow and Y/N bit her lip. A few weeks ago, she had received an offer to become a Real Madrid staffer. Moving to Spain wasn't in her plans, but the offer was too good to turn down. Her photos had been successful, and she was getting recognized for her talent, but she still didn't know if she would actually accept. She loved Manchester, she loved United, and she loved the players with whom she was already familiar. To change would be to leave that behind. Leaving Mason behind.

"I haven't decided yet. It's a good opportunity, of course, but…" "I bet having Mason would make you say no to the proposal." "Rash, you don't know what you're talking about." "I'm just suggesting it. I'm going to miss you, and I'd rather you didn't go, but I understand, and I'm advising you, if you go, go without this weight on your back." Rashford winked at her and turned back to the pitch. Y/N took one last look at the two of them before heading to the administration building, she needed to edit those photos and publish them. She knew she had a big decision to make, wondering if her friend Marcus was right. Would Mason be a good reason to make her stay in England?

Later, Y/N was at home getting ready for Maya's party when she received a message from Mason:

mase: do u want me to come and pick u up?

The truth was that Y/N didn't need a ride, but Mason's invitation was impossible to refuse. The minutes she spent in his car in the passenger seat, watching his profile drive through the streets of Manchester, were almost magical. So she quickly replied that yes, she wanted his ride. What she really meant was that she wanted his company at every moment of her life. She finished getting ready in an hour, which was about the time Mason pulled up in front of her house. In the car he seemed very excited about Maya's birthday party and for some reason that was giving Y/N confidence. Maybe Marcus was right, and she should get those feelings out soon before they suffocated her. Maya's birthday was taking place in a fancy hotel and Y/N was enjoying it with her friends, her Manchester United friends and, of course, Mason. He was great company at parties, always daring her to knock back shots of booze or asking her to dance. On the one hand, Y/N loved him, but on the other she felt sad. Every touch he made on her waist or anywhere on her body sent shivers down her spine, and when he looked at her smiling and fiddled with her hair without taking his eyes off her?

She couldn't resist. But the worst part was seeing other girls flirting with Mason when he was with her, and not being able to do anything about it, since Mase wasn't someone she could call her own. So she decided to hide in the bathroom for a while. What was supposed to be five minutes turned into almost thirty, and she decided to go out and look for Marcus. She needed her friend more than anything at that moment, but instead of finding him, she bumped into Mason, who looked five times more altered than the last time she'd seen him. "Mase?" "Y/N! You're gooone!" He said in that slurred, shuffling voice. "What happened to you, Mase? I leave you for a few minutes, and you decide to drink the whole bar?" He moved his mouth laughingly, and she supported him with her shoulders, helping him to walk. Mason in that state meant it was time to go home. She knew the friend she had. "Where are you taking me?"

"To your house." "I'm usually the one who takes the girls there." "Funny." She laughed and pulled him away. They arrived in the parking lot and Y/N guided Mason to where he had parked his thousand-euro car. "The key." She held out her hand, and Mason slipped his hand into the front pocket of his pants without complaint and handed it to her. He wouldn't let just anyone drive his car, but in that state he either obeyed Y/N or he obeyed Y/N. "There. Here we are. You can get to your room on your own, can't you?" she said from outside, in front of Mason's door, who didn't look very well, but well enough to get into his own house. He looked at her worriedly. "How are you going home?" "I'll manage, Mase. I can order an Uber." She shrugged, wanting to get out of there. "Not at all. You can sleep here. I'll drop you home in the morning." He suggested, taking her by the hand and leading her into his house, but Y/N didn't move, letting go of her hand. Mason seemed somewhat loving, but she needed to remind herself that whatever he was doing at that moment, he wasn't in his most sober state. Alcohol could easily manipulate his actions, and she didn't know what was real. "I'm not sleeping at your place."

"Why not?" He frowned at the refusal. Normally, Y/N never said no to him. "You've slept here before." "There were other people along." She said quietly. It was those parties that got a bit out of hand and went on until late, and everyone thought it was safer to spend the night than to drive drunk. "And what's wrong with not having other people?" He asked, moving closer. So close that Y/N could have sworn she felt something in her body fail. It could have been her heartbeat or her breathing. She gave a half-smile, refusing to answer that question. There were all the problems in the world spending the night with a guy she couldn't call her own. It was too much of a disservice to her poor heart. "You look strange." He pointed out, looking right into her eyes. "You were weird the whole party." "I wasn't."

"I know you, Y/N. Yes, you were." Mason took another step forward, holding one of her shoulders. "You don't want to tell me why?" Y/N analyzed for a few seconds, hating that moment. She knew Mason wouldn't stop until he got an answer out of her and that's when she thought of the response she'd gotten from Rashford that morning. So she took a deep breath, making one of the two decisions she needed to make at that point in her life. "This is going to sound really stupid…" "You can tell me anything." "Look…" She looked away, but Mason held her face and his touch felt so good, it brought the best feeling in the world to her heart. "I'll say it straight away, okay?" He warned and Mason nodded, interested. Y/N took one last breath and quickly poured the words over him. "I like you, that's all. I know we're friends and that I shouldn't like you, but I do and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I like you. Holy shit! I didn't want to like you, but I do, so what am I going to do? Hell! It's not my fault, I'm not in charge of my heart. Mase, I can't be around you without my heart leaping three hundred times and I need to know what you're thinking right now!"

Mason blinked, a little stunned by the revelation, and felt something bad inside him. The alcohol in his brain wasn't letting him think straight. "Shit…" He muttered softly, letting go of her shoulder. "Y/N…" "What?" she asked, bracing herself for what was perhaps the worst thing she could hear.

"You know I think you're amazing, right? I like you a lot Y/N you, but not like that…" He concluded and the sentence almost made Y/N's world come crashing down. That was definitely not happening. She felt pathetic. "I was actually interested in Maya…" Mason swallowed before saying it and that was the end of the world for Y/N. She could deal with unrequited love, but a relationship between Mason and her best friend? It was too much for her. "Oh my God…" She took a step back, wanting to get out of there and holding back any tears that might fall. "Mason." She whispered and he continued talking as if that wasn't the worst thing he was doing. "I'm really sorry." Y/N couldn't look them in the eye, the street seemed less painful. "We can still be friends after that, right? Nothing have to change…"

She suddenly looked at him, hurt. How could he ask her that after saying he liked her best friend? "I-I…" She stammered. "I don't know if I can go through with this until I'm sure I've gotten rid of all my feelings for you. Bye, Mason." Y/N turned her back on him and walked away as fast as she could. She couldn't do that. Walking away was the best option, until she no longer felt anything, until she saw Mason Mount as just a friend. The problem was that for Y/N it could last a lifetime.

A few days later…

Mason felt strange, he could even say a little unhappy. An unbearable emptiness. Ever since Y/N had left him, he hadn't seen her for a few days. What was that withdrawal? He couldn't even say. He even thought about asking Maya, but he felt like such an idiot after that conversation. He really had an interest in the girl, but after what had happened with Y/N, Mason didn't care, he just wanted to get that feeling out of him. Because his current condition was: he missed a girl with whom he was hopelessly in love. Like almost all of his clubmates, he was always asked what was going on between him and Y/N. Mason always denied any love interest. But it wasn't possible! Could it be that only they didn't see what everyone else saw? Or at least, only he didn't see? Maybe what he felt for Maya was just physical attraction and the person he really liked was Y/N. It had been so long since he had liked anyone and when this person appeared, Mason was terrified.

She was the one who greeted him at the CT with a smile every day and made him laugh with the photos she took of him while he was distracted. It was fun how she would blackmail him with those photos to ask for favors like buying her a milk shake or autographing his shirts. Even though Mason never said no to her, he loved their dynamic. He also liked having her at all his games, cheering him on and giving him a big hug when the game was over. Shit, Mason wanted that back. He wanted Y/N back in his life, he understood her pulling away, but he wasn't going to let it continue.

"Rash, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked Marcus as soon as training was over. "Y/N? She's resigned, Mase." Marcus replied a little sadly, but it had been Y/N's decision and he would respect it. Mason, on the other hand, looked shocked. "What do you mean?" "She received an offer from Real Madrid. Yesterday was her last day. She must be on her way to Madrid…" Marcus looked at his watch on his cell phone. He had managed to say goodbye to Y/N the day before. "Right now." "You can't be serious." "Serious. We've lost the best photographer in the world to a Spanish team." He felt a little guilty. "Do you think…"

"If she went to stay away from you?" Marcus concluded, holding Mason's shoulder. "Don't think too much of yourself, the proposal was very good, but yeah, I think what you said to her may have influenced your final decision." "Damn. I was such an idiot." "Yes, you were." "Do you think I can reverse it?" "If you want to, you can, but please, man, try not to hurt my friend anymore." That hurt, but Mason nodded and understood that it was up to him. Marcus gave him some details, but told him that it might be too late. Y/N was leaving for Madrid at that moment and Mason might have to wait a little longer. Mason found himself defeated for only a few minutes before he realized that if he really wanted her forgiveness, he would have to want it badly and to show it he would have to start right then and there. He left CT like a hurricane in his car and drove as fast as he could to the airport. He wore a hood over his head to avoid being recognized, it would slow him down too much. He looked at the screen and boarding for the next flight to Madrid had already started and Y/N was probably already in the departure lounge. He went to the nearest counter and bought the first ticket he saw. At the counter, while waiting to pay, he thought he was acting out a scene from the clichéd movies Y/N liked, but he couldn't have cared less. Y/N was worth it and if he hadn't been such an idiot, none of this would have been necessary. After passing through the boarding gate, Mason looked as quickly as possible for the flight gate, when he found it he saw the queue forming and Y/N was currently first in line, handing over her documents before getting on the plane.

"Y/N." He shouted so loudly that not only Y/N but most of the people present looked in his direction. She felt someone taking her headphones off and when she looked back she was surprised. "Mason?" The girl went static when she saw him. He came closer and she took the document back and walked over to him. It hurt so much to see him again, but she was curious and a little surprised. "What are you doing here?" "I'm asking you. I can't believe you'd leave without saying goodbye to me." She looked at him a little guiltily. "Besides, you forgot something of yours with me." "What?" "Me." He said quietly, holding her face. At that point, Y/N's brain was going haywire, as if she couldn't imagine that Mason Mount would come to the airport after her to propose. "Answer me this, why did you say that day that you didn't want to like me?" She swallowed. "Why… Because I knew you wouldn't like me back and that would ruin our friendship, like it did." "And how did you know that was true?" Mason arched an eyebrow and Y/N looked around for something to get her out of that situation.

"Well, you told me yourself." "I lied." Mason shrugged his shoulders feeling bad, even worse with the face Y/N was making. "Oh, you lied? Lied that you were interested in my best friend? What did you want with that? To make me feel bad?" Y/N took a deep breath because at that moment she was starting to get angry. "That hurt me so much, you have no idea, and now you come here after me thinking I'm going to be with you whenever you want, Mason?" She finished saying it and took a step back, at which point Mason realized that things were getting very bad for him. He approached her holding her hands, willing to make things right with Y/N. "I'm not proud of it, it's just that I was a bit terrified Y/N. I haven't liked anyone like that for a long time and I loved our friendship, but I didn't even know how much I liked you." He confessed and Y/N had to admit that it shook something inside her. "I found myself smiling for no reason until I realized that I was thinking of you. And that I couldn't waste another day of my life without you. Please give me another chance!" Y/N hesitated. This was difficult because on the one hand she was very hurt, but on the other, the fact that Mason Mount had come up to her in an airport and declared himself like that was all she had ever wanted.

"But what about Maya?" "I have nothing to do with Maya, I never have, and I don't want to. Please understand that." Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking at Mason for sincerity. She sighed, allowing herself to consider the possibility of a second chance. "Mason, it's not easy to forget what happened, but…" She looked into his eyes. "If you've really changed, if you're willing to be honest this time, then maybe we can try again." Mason let out a relieved sigh, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise, Y/N, no lies. I want to be more than a friend to you, I want to be someone you can trust." Y/N smiled, giving in to the moment. "All right, Mason. Let's start again, but this time, no secrets. Bring out your true feelings from the start." Mason agreed, determined to make things right. "I'd like that. And I promise I'll make up for any hurt I've caused." The two hugged, deciding to put the past behind them. "So, what's the next step?" Y/N asked, trying to keep things light. Mason smiled. "A date, maybe? Something simple, just to get us started."

Y/N laughed. "That sounds good. But this time, no made-up love triangles, right?" Mason laughed along with her. "Absolutely. Just the two of us, no complications, but…." "What?" "Let me kiss you now? I didn't want to wait until the date." Y/N laughed along with him, letting herself go and kissing Mason as she had always dreamed. And so, with laughter and a promise of honesty, Mason and Y/N took the first step towards a new beginning, redefining not just their friendship, but building something more meaningful and true.

[dual1pa]

prom

warnings: using she/her pronouns, lanugage, all around fluff, heavy makeouts in car

not really proofread

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All she thought about was prom. She’s been looking forward to the very special night since she was a freshman at Hawkins High.

She was more than halfway through her senior year and she was ready to graduate and get the hell out of that place. However, the only thing keeping her going: PROM

She already cut out several potential prom dresses in the paper and taped them to her bedroom wall to create a large collage and has it narrowed down to two. They were both equally as perfect, but she just couldn’t decide. 

Of course, she had the perfect boy in mind to be her prom date: Eddie Munson. However, he cringed at every prom poster he walked past in the hallways. 

He wasn’t the type of guy to “dress up.” A simple jean jacket and black pants would suffice his forever wardrobe.

She, of course, fell for him in the 10th grade. He sat next to her in English class. It wasn’t right, of course, but she let him look at her tests to help him pass the class — which he did. The two were complete opposites but clicked instantly. 

One night, she invited him over for a study session since her parents were away on business. One thing lead to another and they ended up making out all night on the couch. 

They’ve been happy ever since. 

Returning back to the now, she tapped her pencil on her neatly written history notes, waiting for that slow clock to finally hit 11:33 so she could see her boyfriend. 

Sure, they weren’t the most popular guys in school, but she really loved hanging out with his group of friends and learning all about Dungeons & Dragons.

She drowned Mr. Smith’s voice discussing the Revolutionary War ages ago. The thought of cramming more information into her brain gave her a migraine.

As soon as the bell rang, she quickly put her notebook and folder into her backpack and went to her locker to switch her books around for the second half of the school day. 

She put her three-number combination into the lock and opened it, admiring the photos she had in her locker — most of her and Eddie, but others of her friends and family. 

It wasn’t long before she felt arms wrap around her waist only to quickly be turned around and lightly pressed up against the locker beside her. 

Her beautiful brown-eyed boy was wearing his famous Hellfire Club t-shirt and his favorite jean jacket and pants. 

“Hi, angel,” he said, giving you a sweet kiss. 

“Hi, how was math?” 

“Fucking boring, as usual,” he sighed, “But I’m with you now and that’s all that matters.” 

She chuckled, “You really need to pass that final, Eds, If you’re not walking down that aisle with me, it’ll be the end for you.” 

“Speaking of... could you come over tonight and help me prepare for this test? I know I would fucking fail without your genius mind.” 

“Of course,” she smiled.

— 

At the end of the day, she grabbed the books that she needed for the weekend and met Eddie at his van where she was greeted with a passionate kiss. 

“Well, isn’t someone happy to see me,” she kissed him once more before throwing her bag in the back. 

“Before we leave, I have a question to ask you.” 

Her eyebrows raised, “Is it bad?” 

“What? No! Of course, not,” he reassured her. 

He gave her a large envelope, which she opened quickly. 

“I was wondering... uh.. would you like to go to prom with me?”

She squealed when she saw the physical tickets for “Hawkins High School Prom 1986.” 

She instantly wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped into his arms. 

“Yes, yes. Of course I’ll go to prom with you. Oh my God!!” 

She pressed kisses along his lips, then over his cheeks, and then all around his face. 

“I’m sorry it’s not a big ask like I’ve seen others do but,” 

She interrupted him, “Stop that. I love it and I love you. Thank you for doing this for me.” 

“I want to because I love seeing you so happy.” 

_

Prom night came so fast. 

Thank God Hawkins High canceled classes for the day. 

She was up and awake early in the morning to start getting ready. Eddie begged her to sleep over the night before but she didn’t want him to see her or her dress before the big night.  

Throughout the day, she was so busy: she had a hair and nail appointment as well as getting her makeup done by her best friend, Rachel. 

She saved the best for last, putting on her dress. 

After weeks of deciding between those two dresses - she finally found the perfect one. 

Her mother helped her into the baby blue dress and zipped up the back.

“The love of your life is downstairs,” her sister, Elizabeth, said, “And he looks incredible.” 

She put on her white heels and took her time to walk down the stairs - holding on to the railing for dear life so she didn’t fall. 

Eddie was facing away from her until he heard her movements.  

He took one look at her and fell in love with her all over again.

She felt the same, he looked so handsome wearing a suit. 

He raced to the bottom of the stairs to help her with the final few steps. 

“You look... wow. You look so beautiful,” he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

Deep down, she knew that all he wanted to do was pick her up, twirl her around and kiss her all over. However, since they were in the company of her family, he kept it PG. 

After several pictures, Eddie finally got her out of the house and into his van.

While driving back to school, his hand intertwined with hers on her lap. He constantly told her how beautiful she was in her dress.

Sure, they’ve been going out for a while, but he’s never seen her so dressed up before — and vice versa. 

She couldn’t take her eyes off her man and how hot he looked while wearing something other than his normal attire.

As he abruptly parked the car as far away from the school as he could — can’t have those popular kids hitting his car. 

He ran over quickly to help her out of the car. 

As he was about to lead the way, she pulled his hand back to bring him up against her chest. She leaned up to quickly kiss his lips a few times. 

“I’m excited for tonight, and you really do look so handsome,” she kissed him once more before joining the other students making their way into the gym.

“I kinda only really wanna for a few songs tonight, then get outta here,” she said. 

“My God, you are the woman of my dreams,” he kissed her cheek and twirled her. 

Since none of Eddie’s friends “believed” in Prom, she saw her friends waving to her to go sit with him. 

“Wow, Eddie, nice to see you not in your typical uniform,” her friend, Rachel said — sort of joking. 

He turned around to give the table a full 360, “You all like?”

Hoots and hollers came from the table as she held her boyfriend close. 

“We’re gonna go dance.” 

“Behave, you two,” her other friend, Veronica stated. 

“Don’t we always?” she asked. 

“Never!” Veronica joked.

— 

What felt like forever, the band finally played a slow song. She was still out of breath from dancing. 

Eddie pulled her in by her waist and swayed back and forth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Deep down, Eddie didn’t find prom as bad as he thought it was going to be. He had the girl of his dreams in his grasp and never wanted the moment to end.

Every now and then, she felt him place gentle kisses on her temple as he held her close — like he was afraid someone was going to take her away from him. 

This was the moment she was looking forward to since her freshman year – before she even knew Eddie. She wanted to slow dance with her first love while feeling safe in his arms. 

She lifted her head to look into his eyes.

“What do you say we get out of here?” she asked. 

“Honey, I’d never thought you’d ask,” he grabbed your hand and swerved through the crowd of people. 

The cool Indiana air hit them as they walked back to Eddie’s van hand in hand.

Luckily, prom wasn’t close to being over so they had a chance to leave before everyone else. 

He opened the door for her and quickly ran over to his side. 

“What do you wanna do now?” he asked. 

As he was speaking, she pulled her dress up so she could leap over into the drivers seat. 

“Woah, what,” he said, hands instantly grabbed her waist to balance her. 

His hand reached down to pull the seat all the way back and down for more space. 

She spent the next few moments attacking his mouth with kisses. 

“What’s all this about?” he asked. 

“You did something very nice for me tonight. You knew how much prom meant to me so you sucked it up and went along with it. Thank you, Eds.” 

“I love seeing my girl happy,” he smiled, reaching to pull her dress up so he could feel her ass. 

“My uncle isn’t home tonight, wanna get outta here?” 

“I don’t have a change of clothes,” she pouted. 

“Oh babe, you won’t need any clothes,” he smirked.

[sugaringcozy]

Donghyuck/Haechan Natal Chart Reading - Part 3: Childhood and Education

Disclaimers: 

☁️ This natal chart reading is for entertainment purposes and this is just my perspective. Take this with a grain of salt.

☁️ My intention from this reading is just to understand Donghyuck better and appreciate the person he is, where any sensitive topics come up I do not claim to know them as fact or wish to speculate.

☁️ This idol has given two different birth times, 10am and 6pm. This reading is based of his 6pm Natal Chart as I am not sure which birth time was given more recently and this chart seems more accurate to me.

Please do not copy my work and credit me if referencing!

🪐Neptune in 3rd House is a very interesting placement and there is a lot to cover here. 3rd house can suggest a lot about your childhood and early education. What I have picked up with the Neptune ruling third house is that Donghyuck was probably very imaginative and spent a lot of time daydreaming as a child, which is encouraged by the Aquarius placement as this is a naturally imaginative sign. Likely had a lot of ideas and was clumsy due to his mind being elsewhere. Can suggest anxiety in childhood - either in the child themselves or in circumstances which caused the child to worry excessively. For Haechan I imagine this would have been a result of being left with his grandparents as the eldest of 4. He likely felt a lot of uncertainty and insecurity around his family situation. Third House Neptune in Aquarius also suggests distance from your parents growing up. Neptune in the third house also suggests a parent was absent from your life during childhood, which we know was true. When Aquarius is in the third house, these adults tend to like to distance themselves from their childhood and as such Donghyuck likely prefers not to think about that period of his life. Donghyuck would have learned a lot through play, imaginative games and socialising with other kids. This placement also has a tendency to concentrate heavily or not at all. This house is on the Pisces cusp so Haechan would have learned best with no distractions. Neptune also rules dance, music and acting so Haechan is naturally talented in these areas and would have been drawn to them since he was little and started dance classes young. 🎭

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 3rd House can give some insight on childhood as well as sibling relationships growing up - in Capricorn this represents being the responsible sibling, could have “parented” other siblings or feels a need to protect them. Capricorn in 3rd also shows the importance of the native to their family - Donghyuck is a main authority in his family and has caused a big shift in dynamic - which could of course be the fact that Donghyuck has brought a large amount of wealth to his family through his career.

🦁 9th House is always interesting as it can tell you about someone’s father and their relationship. A Leo Moon in 9th House suggests a father who is creatively inclined, proud, brave, dominant and hard-working. Hyuck likely has a good relationship with him and regards him very well, although a theme of independence also comes up with this placement. To me it makes sense as Donghyuck has lived most of his life away from his Dad, but clearly admires him and his sacrifices for their family. You also inherit certain traits from your father - the fact Leo is his Moon would indicate Hyuck has inherited many of his father’s mental traits - his bravery, his fire-like passion, and likely his creative talents too - I think Donghyuck mentioned in ‘Lost Boys’ that his parents met while they were working as musicians?

☀️ Donghyuck’s Gemini Sun and Mars Conjunction tells us more about his father, as Sun represents father and Mars represents warrior - so often this combination can suggest a father who ‘fights’ for a living, like being a fire-fighter, soldier etc or it can be a father who is very warrior-like - fierce and courageous, leading his family through difficulty. Often these fathers are also strict and have high standards for their children.

✨ Square between Jupiter and Uranus can signify an inner conflict between having a very busy career and spending time with family - Donghyuck is likely hyper aware of all the important moments he has missed due to being so busy, and maybe feels a sense of guilt about it :(

✨ Opposition between Gemini Sun and Sagittarius Pluto - People with this placement are very sensitive to criticism. Also shows a deep fear of losing people, and maybe a fear of losing control. For Donghyuck I think this stems from his childhood, which as we now know had multiple losses and large adjustments. He must have missed his parents terribly and this may have impacted upon his sense of security as an adult.

✨ Opposition between Saturn and Ascendant/Saturn Setting - A negative aspect here, symbolising that as a child he may have felt lonely, worried or struggled with feelings of loss/abandonment. It could also mean he has avoided romantic relationships despite many offers because he has had to overcome feelings of unworthiness. However Haechan has allowed himself to gain a new family in NCT, and his closeness with the members certainly suggests he is not isolating himself. It could be that he has worked through this trauma already, or that he is in the process of it. His childhood has also made him a very resilient and tough person - these people are very reliable and level.

🐻 Uranus in 3rd House - This placement is associated with geniuses who can only really focus on what interests them, so it's quite likely Donghyuck would have performed less well in some classes and excelled in Music & Drama class. Probably got in trouble for pranks, and could have been teased by other children. Interestingly this house yet again points to an unusual upbringing. Being the oldest of four, and being raised by his grandparents due to his parents working away must have put some weight on Donghyuck’s shoulders. It signifies a feeling of responsibility or often being the child in trouble (either through his mischief or being the oldest). Haechan also feels very protective of his family’s privacy.

⛵ Square between Uranus & Ascendant - This placement seems to suggest big changes in someone’s early life which cause them to lack roots or a predetermined identity - basically, they aren't given much of a secure/fixed identity. Usually it manifests as moving a lot as a child or other big changes in childhood which prevent you from putting down roots and having a strong sense of who you are. This is very interesting because there was a lot of adjustment in Donghyuck’s childhood, and things got even crazier when he debuted in SM rookies at age 14, essentially ending any normal/private teenage years he otherwise would have had.

🗡️ Chiron & Pluto Sagittarius in 1st House in Retrograde - Signifies that his deepest wound is from early life and being in 1st house, it was quite core in making him who he is. Being in retrograde means that Donghyuck’s pain is internalised, an emotional rather than physical reaction. The Sagittarius element reveals that Donghyuck experienced pain or loss when developing his core beliefs/sense of stability and identity. Can make it hard for him to truly believe in anything and know who he identifies with. There is a need for finding meaning in life and to put down roots as he feels lost and unstable. Having a religious faith is likely very helpful to him. Chiron in 1st house can also bring about self-consciousness about your body/looks, which could have stemmed from ways he was treated in childhood. Because it is in the 1st house, this pain is visible to others around him; the people who know him are aware of the walls he puts up, his self-image issues and know he doesn't verbalise all of his feelings. Along with his Leo Moon I again think this means Hyuck prefers to ‘show’ his feelings rather than talk about them, and needs people around him who can understand and comfort/reassure him without needing him to verbalise his insecurities. 

🏰 Midheaven in Virgo - 10th House cusp, Scorpio Rising/Ascendant - Donghyuck will guard his private life very closely, and issues can occur if the people around him don't consider his privacy as important as he does. This is especially true for the privacy of his family.

🌊♀️ Pisces in 4th House - 4th House can symbolise relationship with Mom and how the native sees them - for Donghyuck, this is a Mom who is creative, free-spirited, good-hearted and had to sacrifice a lot while raising her children. Speaks of a Karmic past-life bond with his Mom. ❤️ So cute. Through his mother, Donghyuck has learned unconditional love, loss and sacrifice. 4th House also speaks of childhood generally - Pisces is a childhood in which one or both parents were absent either physically or emotionally. A lot of adults with this placement tend to struggle with emotional expression. It can also manifest as an adult seeking love from people who do not love them. Often adults with mutable 4th houses find it hard to talk about their childhoods and again are very private and protective of themselves, which seems to be the case with Donghyuck, combined with his Scorpio Ascendant. Pisces in 4th is often a childhood where someone had to learn to care for themselves at a young age and ‘grow up’ quickly. HOWEVER, I think this is more about Hyuck moving to Seoul at 12 years old to become a trainee, rather than about his family.

💘 His Leo Moon and Sagittarius Pluto Trine shows an especially deep relationship with female relatives. One woman in particular will have a profound impact on Donghyuck’s life and he will learn and grow so much through her despite early difficulties. I want to say it’s a soul bond, and with the Pisces 4th house I believe this is referring to his Mom, though it could be his Grandmother who he also respects greatly.

👶 North Node in Cancer 8th House & South Node in Capricorn 2nd House - Haechan will dream of creating his own happy family. This is so cute because we obviously know how much he wants to be a Dad one day to show his child “a father’s love.”

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Thank you for reading, I hope this was interesting! ☁️ 💖

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[visiblenostalgia]

🥱The POST-Aries Eclipse…😑✨

月曜日。8日4月2024年

19° Aries: (Libra Degree) from [Sabian Symbologist],

“Only Your Soul Knows For Sure”

“…a symbol of periodic expansion of man’s freedom of spirit and soul through his widely winging interest far removed from his normal promise,” What comes from this understanding yourself before understanding others. Being YOURSELF in the CROWD. A standout.

However, they even state that detaching too much (dissociation) may lead to “scorn” from responsibilities. Healthy detachment is okay. Just be careful to dissociate yourself from everything. Feeling too much of nothing can STILL be feeling something.

(More of my experiences under the cut)

It’s like ever since this eclipse on Monday the 8th, the energy around me has been much more light and open to my energy. Like I can move on and get stuff done. I no longer feel hunkered down as I feel like I can let grudges, bygones, fucked interactions with people (mind the Aries Mercury retrograde) and forgetfulness go.

Not to mention that when I just look forward and keep on keeping on, do I “breathe in” revitalizing energy. I feel like I can take in something new as my friends and career shift to both of what’s needed of me and what are my desires.

Another thing to note was the Eclipse occurred right on my 11th house cusp. If I could call it my Secondhand Midhaven I would. My SM. Cause that’s made my work and creative life so much more passionate and enjoyable. All because of letting things, emotions, and people that did not suit me at all….go.

It feels like that first rainy day after a long brutal heatwave. I can finally feel at ease and hop onto my work.

Extra little notes of what my latest experiences were like:

I started roleplays that go episode by episode in a show and we’ve been doing our own spins on it (creative juices a’flowing babyyyyy)

Spiritual downloads of ideologies that currently don’t exist but may come these next few decades. Something aligned with (again,) Creativity, Chaos, Common Knowledge, Sensibility, Laughter, Understanding divine timing…. TRUE Healing too (not running away or asking too much from therapy. Cause if you’re not growing yourself day by day (of course with a little advice but not too much to over rely) there’s no way).

Just being around friends who understand me. Being around people who are just here for a good time. Fighting only takes so much out of the human spirit. Gotta remember that night will hit and the hay needs someone to rest against it.

Some music I found that matched what it feels like coming out of that eclipse.

This one mainly being the sole reason why I love my state (and how lucky we are to get totality even if it was cloudy as fuck. PEOPLE STILL GOT TOGETHER TO HANG OUT)

I salute to you Texas. May the lone star state shine forever in our proud favor.

I’ve also dabbled in more Nu Metal because of the crazy war vibes from Aries alone.

Another song from Cowboy Carter that just makes me feel so ready to jump out there and smile:

😵‍💫Pre-Solar: in between…🤬

金曜日。5日4月2024年

Now that I think more on some stuff:

This is a side track where it was IN-BETWEEN the two eclipses from Libra Lunar and Aries Solar.

I saw The First Omen and good god did it make me feel the uncomfortableness of it all within that eclipse cycle. It scared me five times not gonna lie. And I haven’t cringed harder than I have since then.

What surprised me was that the Astrology for WHEN EXACTLY I went also lined up with something.

Moon (Emotions/Feelings) conjunct with Mars (Intensity/Drive) and Saturn (Structure/Discipline + Nihilism/Realism). Saturn tends to put pressure on systems it seems unfit or not suitable for the others around. A “YOU BEST GIT YOUR ACT TOGETHER” energy. ESPECIALLY WITH MARS. Not to mention Pisces rules religious beliefs and ideologies that are overwhelmingly large and complex. Combining all four……also added onto the fact that said movie watched was The First Omen…

It made me understand something….

That movie was about Religious Dogmatism and you couldn’t tell me otherwise! (Do tell me otherwise LMAO)

🐟🔥🪐

Much love to the astrology community guys. Hope you guys have been eating well and doing your best to protect your energy cause the world wants to bring yours down every day no matter what form.

🫶

[lady-of-endless]

My Hero Academia and Bungou Stray Dogs matchup trade for lovely @archive-of-the-lost 🌹

Author's Note: Thank you so much for agreeing to this trade. I hope you'll enjoy enjoy my part. I have never done a bsd matchup so please have that in mind when going through it. You're amazing. Have a great day/night, and take care!

(sorry for any possible grammar mistakes)

Your My Hero Academia match is...

Dabi/Toya Todoroki

- The thing he appreciates firstly is how authentic you are, how well you know yourself, and how you're not moved by conformity. He admires that as he's tired of reading into people's actions and intentions. However, it doesn't mean that he trusts you initially.

- At first, he's cautious with how close he gets because it seems like you get him and he knows that leads to something complicated. He teases about you psychoanalyzing him, even if you do it or not, and how you'll only get disturbed by what you might find out.

- Seeing how you're unfazed by his casual mockery and warnings, he finds himself feeling grateful whenever you hang out, even texting you more often (not to let you know that he thinks of you and misses you but to bluntly ask you are so he can tag along).

- Believe it or not, once Toya accepts his feelings for you, he slowly starts to put your needs first. It's very subtle though. The most noticeable thing is him getting a little bit more protective of you.

(he thinks he's a mess anyway so he'll want to do some things right with you at least)

- Your sarcasm makes him feel warm inside, it lights up something in him. He'll even challenge this side of you to see it more often.

- You're not his savior, therapist, fling, or whatever. He doesn't need stuff like that but he can't deny that he feels safer, better, appreciated, as you listen to him the way you do.

- He always wants more. He always thought passion is overrated but...

- Again, after he accepts his feelings, you two connect even deeper and become nothing less than a power couple. How? You get each other and you have each other's back. Plus, your rbf and his grin make a cute but intimidating combination. (love it)

- Toya sometimes fears that you will leave him once you fully grasp the mess he is but of course, you can never tell that because he's extremely good at hiding it. He doesn't like how this thought makes him feel, so he tries to ignore it. So, each of your gestures, acts of service, and random gifts are a big help in the process.

- He's surprised that you like poetry. He's going to ask you about it as you sit in his arms next to a window, on a stormy night. He noticed how much you like those.

- Loves your constant bed hair and messes with it even more. You'll randomly feel his fingers through your hair, playing with some strands idly. He won't be silent about how much he likes your dark Disney princess vibe.

Runner-up: Aizawa Shouta - Can't explain it and won't deny it either, but he feels at ease with you. I think you two would be similar from some points of view and that's a plus.

Your Bungou Stray Dogs matchup is...

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

- The first thing that catches his attention and draws him in is your rational side. He considers it to be more efficient. However, when he notices your emotional side, too, he won't distance himself. Not at all. He secretly admires how you can balance those aspects of your personality.

- Akutagawa doesn't want to admit but you two get along well, more than he expected. He finds himself enjoying the calmness of your presence. The others can see it too.

- After he starts spending more time with you, he realizes how isolated and alone he is sometimes, secretly longing for something as intimate as a romantic connection. He starts wondering if it would be that bad. Especially with someone like you. He won't change his ways, demeanor, and so on, but the others from the Port Mafia start noticing him being a little bit less uptight.

- You won't get him to open up fast, it's a very slow burn with Akutagawa. But in time, you notice how your conversations get deeper. He enjoys those too with you, and he's not intimidated by your ability to psychoanalyze him. He appreciates this ability as it sometimes helps him understand more about himself too.

- Akutagawa paid close attention to your favorite literature genre and he loves this about you. There's nothing like coming back from a rough mission to find you reading. He won't ask for you to read out loud for him, but you'll catch up on his silent wish because of how he lays down next to you and plays idly with your hair despite feeling exhausted.

- There are many ways he shows his attachment to you. Words are not his preferred way (although it will contradict the next hc). His go-to is protectiveness - he might even think about a way to use his Rashomon to create an armor around you too if danger arises.

- Short texts or notes to let you know that he misses you? No. He leaves full letters. Not so often, though, but he takes some time to write you something deeper than any lame text.

- Aktagawa tends to bottle everything up and become distant when overwhelmed; he can't help it, unfortunately. This happens even when he's with you. It's frustrating how, besides everything that stresses him out, the fear of losing you because of his coldness creeps in, too.

- His loyalty to you goes above and beyond, there's simply no doubt about that.

- He might not be a fan of PDA either. However, you might be surprised by how many times he grabs and holds your hand in private. Akutagawa likes the feeling of connection when your fingers intertwine. Maybe forehead kisses can compete. However, his main love language remains acts of service.

- Your appearance is something he'll never admit it gets him distracted often. You're as dreamy as the night sky for him. From the outside, you'll be that rbf, unapproachable power couple that just can't be torn apart.

Runner-up: Edgar Allan Poe - He might've noticed you from afar, and since then, he's been fascinated by you. Poor sweetheart does not know how to approach you without seeming weird and telling you that you've accidentally become his muse.

[theempressdiary]

Sensuality or sexuality? What’s the difference?

In the realm of desire, two terms often intermingle, yet they carry distinct and, often, nuanced meanings: sensuality and sexuality. While the latter tends to hog the spotlight, sensuality seems to lurk in the shadows, often overlooked. So, I’ve decided to do a small deep dive, count it as the first dive, to understanding sensuality. I chose this topic because I often confused the two since more often than not what we see is sexual with sensuality sprinkled in to cover up the more overt part of sexuality. That left me curious, what exactly is sensuality it’s not just a lighter version of sexuality. I want to explore this alongside my journey of understanding who I am as a soft domme! So, let’s dive in.

Firstly, let's peek into the linguistics of it all. "Sexuality," has its roots in the Latin word "sexus" (meaning division into male and female). Today it’s used more as an action or preference. It is the way people experience (or don’t experience) and express themselves. It can involve biology, psychology, physical, erotic, emotional, social, and spiritual feelings and behaviors. It can take on different meanings for different people easily. It’s a hotbed of topics, stories, and experiences. What I’m trying to say is that it’s a broad topic that covers an ever-expanding list of definitions. For this essay, let’s just say that it is that primal urge drawing us towards procreation for the sake of simplicity.

On the other hand, "sensuality," derived from the Latin "sensus" (pertaining to the senses), involves sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste. It can be all, one, or a combination of them. It's the soft caress of silk on skin, the aroma of jasmine in the breeze, and the symphony of flavors dancing on the tongue from a decadent meal. Sensuality is the subtle seductress that coaxes us into a realm of heightened awareness and pleasure without needing a “final” act. Sensuality can exist without sex or sexuality even when it can elicit those desires within us. I find that fascinating, not a mention of sex, no nudity, no flirting, and the body is aroused purely by the senses. Isn’t that interesting?

Now, let's dive deeper, picture this: a couple strolling hand in hand through a moonlit garden, their fingertips tracing delicate patterns on each other's skin. The rustle of leaves, the fragrance of blooming blossoms, the gentle hum of insects—every sensation is amplified, every moment dripping with sensuality. There’s no mention of sex, but there is a distinct feeling one has in romantic moments such as these. Pleasure! Without any action taken, pleasure is pulled from the scents, the sounds, the touch…that is sensuality—a symphony of stimuli igniting the fires of passion. More often than not, the ultimate pleasure is mentioning sex or sexual gratification. Maybe our senses become wrapped up so deeply in pleasure we can’t differentiate between pleasure and sex but they are two distinct ideas that can live without each other. Of course, I know that there are different levels of pleasure and we do know the distinction between the two, but do we always recognize the distortion between them?

Let's flip the script for a moment and explore sexuality. Imagine a crowded nightclub pulsating with throbbing beats and gyrating bodies. Sweat-slicked skin, low-eyed gazes, and the heady scent of pheromones hang thick in the air. Now you may think, how is this example not sensual? I never mentioned it wasn’t sensual in its way, the big difference maker here is that the goal is not to bring about pleasure through the senses. It is a place to come together with peers and engage in socializing and/or dancing and more than anything, flirting. All these things are pleasurable in their own ways (depending on who you are) but again the bottom line is that those experiences aren’t defined by the senses. They are defined by the actions.

While both sensuality and sexuality can coexist, I believe these days there’s an overabundance of sexuality and very few instances of sensuality without sex. If sensuality is shown it’s seen as sexual or the very next depiction on screen is sexualized.

Take this lingerie ad. While the satin and lace may feel absolutely wonderful, the image itself isn't focused on how it feels on, the focus is how it looks on and subsequently how you'll feel once it's off.

Sensuality =/= Sex. Although sensuality can set the stage, and sexuality can provide the grand finale—you do not need one to experience the other. They are independent of one another. Two separate entities that can easily walk hand in hand. I believe that the absolute lack of sensual depictions today leads us to a misunderstanding of how to experience life and derive pleasure from it regularly. When we see sensuality and pleasure on screen it’s usually a sexual experience or a luxurious experience, one that will cost more than you would expect, and that’s not what sensual experiences truly consist of. They can certainly be expensive but if you remember the previous definition, you will see that they don’t have to be, they only need to incorporate your senses. If you can experience something pleasurable (to you) and stay present in that moment with that sense or those senses then you are experiencing sensuality. It’s my goal to find my sensual experiences for myself and others like me who find themselves feeling a bit unsatisfied with regular life. I hope to explore and uncover new sensual experiences to share!

Although I don’t plan on sticking just to sensual topics, I do find them very interesting. Sensuality and sexuality are two very strong ideas that make up a lot of our conversations subconsciously. So while I lean towards sensuality as my main focus over sexuality, I like to explore both topics because they are so closely related. I believe that both hold the key to unlocking a world of boundless pleasure and profound connection! And what is a good/happy life if you can’t say it’s pleasing to you?

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ —

NEXT TOPIC: PAIN OR PLEASURE? HOW ARE THEY THE SAME?

[brookecicoria]

Part 1: Self-Love

Conceptual Goals: Since I knew I was making this for myself, I wanted it to be a constant reminder of something. Since I am at a busy and chaotic point in my life, sometimes it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, I need to remember that I will come out stronger from every obstacle. Each challenge in life will teach me a lesson and help me evolve as a person. My friend told me the quote “Grow through what you go through.” This really stuck with me and sums up the mindset that I need to maintain during rough times. Furthermore, the word “grow” makes me think of flowers, which are one of my favorite things to draw! So, I combined the quote with a flower growing in separate stages.

Aesthetic goals: For this piece of art, I used paint, colored pencils, and markers. I started by sketching the flower in the center. Then, I drew two more flowers, one slightly bigger and one slightly smaller. I also increased the stem length and added a leaf to each stem, representing growth. I chose pink and purple for the petals. I thought the more vibrant pink and the darker purple balanced each other well. I painted the stems green to finish the flowers. Furthermore, I painted the background blue, representing the sky. Lastly, once dried, I added the quote in thick black letters so that it stood out. 

Course Inspiration: My influence from the course were the colors "Shocking Pink" and "Violet" from the Secret Lives of Color. In the book, Shocking Pink is associated with shopping, Marilyn Monroe, and luxury (page 127). Violet, on the other hand, is associated with shadows (page 175). Therefore, these two colors balance each other well and make the flowers whole.

Part 2: Spreading Love

Conceptual Goals: I made this piece of art as a gift for my grandmother. My grandma is my best friend and has helped raise me since I was a baby. She loves thoughtful gifts, so when we got this assignment, I knew I had to make the artwork for her. When I was deciding what to make for her, I thought about all of the different aspects of her life. My grandma is a very rounded person who has many hobbies and passions. So, I wanted to give her something that represented her life as a whole. Therefore, I collaged a bunch of pictures that represent the things she loves. I put “GRAM” (her nickname) in the center to show how all the pictures are what make her who she is. I drew lines between the pictures to indicate that everything in her life is interwoven. Furthermore, I added the birthdates of her husband, kids, and grandkids in the background. Lastly, I did the cross in the center (morphed with her name) because her life is truly centered around being a Christian.

Aesthetic goals: In my artwork, I used printed pictures, markers, and colored pencils. To make this artwork, I first drew the cross in the middle and morphed “GRAM” behind the cross. Then, I printed the pictures and laid them out around the canvas in a way that they complemented each other. It wasn’t my goal to have the pictures printed in black and white, but that is all the library offered. So, I added a touch of color to each picture, without overdoing it. I think the touch of color with the black and white pictures actually turned out looking very cool. The lack color actually keeps the focus on the “GRAM” and cross in the center. 

Course Inspiration: My influence from the course was some feedback that you gave me regarding backgrounds. Instead of simply pasting the pictures on the canvas, I added lines and birthdates to connect everything. I feel this really brought the piece together as a whole and added depth.

[doved-icelebrity]

What Not To Wear

Sustainable Fashion, Second-hand Shopping, and Social Media’s Sway

As an internet user and a Gen Z resident (on the cusp, at least), I find myself affected by fast-fashion everywhere I turn. I am often overwhelmed by the onslaught of passing trends and the virtual urging to participate in the current wave of whatever is fashionable. I am grateful to have been taught to seek treasure in the realm of second-hand shopping from an early age. Born out of necessity and becoming something of a passion, the world of “thrifting” is a vast one that contains a few key lessons on sustainable approaches to fashion. Though there have been periods of my life when being on-trend seemed vital to my survival, I came to learn about the concept of a capsule wardrobe and have not longed to look back. The idea of investing (whether in time or money or a combination of the two) in pieces that speak to your soul and fit your life perfectly can save endless time and frustration (not to mention the clothing-waste prevention) is a brilliant thing to adapt to. I see this idea coming into the public consciousness via social media more and more as time goes on and it is fantastic to witness. What one deems essential will differ person to person, and will allow the individual to truly consider their style and the structure of their life in a way that fast-fashion prevents.

When I have a special occasion coming up or I want a change of pace, I like to have clothing swaps with my friends. That old tee shirt / pair of trousers / dress from the back of your closet that you haven’t worn in a bit can be given a brand new life in the hands of a pal. And it’s free! When I need something more specific, I head to local second-hand shops with a vision in mind. Shopping aimlessly leads to buying aimlessly, which of course leads to clothing waste. The avoidance of these things is my goal. I consider myself a crafty individual. When I have a garment that is met with rips or tears, I am not afraid to attempt to “upcycle” it with amateur alterations, personalized patches, and a bit of luck. There is an undeniable beauty in being truly committed to the pieces you know and love, the articles of clothing that have gone on journeys without you throughout your life, have hugged all of your favorite people and seen your favorite places. I have had coats and jeans in my life for nearly a decade, and they existed on this earth long before they came into my possession. Though some of my garments occasionally go into periods of retirement, the thrill of moving them back into my outfit rotation when the time is right is my favorite sort of shopping spree.

Taken in my favorite local second-hand clothing store “Other People’s Clothes” in Ridgewood, Queens :

Photos taken of my favorite second-hand and vintage store (now closed, heartbreakingly) The Eclectic Contessa, where I shopped for the entirety of my adolescence in my hometown in Pennsylvania :

In terms of eco-friendly material viability, I feel that it is the same as any other kind of societal shift in the forward direction. Everything seems impossible until we do it. With enough inspiration, experimentation, funding, and demand- anything can be done. I think of the current universality of reusable grocery bags. Alternative material straws. It takes trial and error (paper straws weren’t as beloved as other materials for example) but making the toxic materials less accessible (and less popular) causes massive shifts in society, where the past can be nearly completely phased out.

Many fashion brands (including those considered fast fashion) do indeed engage in the practice of greenwashing. This process of exaggeration and false advertising around the environmental cost of one’s practice / process results in confusion, disappointment, and distrust within consumer bases. This well-earned skepticism can cause consumers to be more conscious about the brands they suppose. This push to engage in more research when shopping results in a more thought out purchase, and a slower want-buy-discard cycle. Internet-popular societal shifts (particularly among Milennials and Gen Z) towards sustainable fashion has caused a number of luxury brands to make genuine efforts toward environmental responsibility.

A photo I took on the set of a photo shoot a few years ago for a friend’s upcycled fashion brand “For Good Luck” , hand-dyed second-hand and vintage wedding dresses and various formal wear are given new life :

A brand that I see widely popularized on social media, and I myself am a fan of, is SAYE. They are a (primarily) sneaker brand crafting shoes from bio-based and recycled materials. Their website boasts a manifesto with a purpose to promote “a conscious lifestyle by offering high quality vegan sneakers that are kind to the planet and its people” and promises of impact compensation and total transparency. SAYE is partnered with BCome, a platform for global sustainability management, and shares their Eco-score insights clearly and directly on their website for all shoppers to see. The eco-friendly footwear materials consist of corn leather, bamboo yarn, organic cotton, apple leather, cactus leather, mango leather, recycled & synthetic rubber, recycled PET yarn extracted from water bottles, recycled polyurethane from mattress factory excess, and Seaqual yarn in collaboration with international fishing communities. SAYE also strives for responsible packaging and ethical manufacturing practices, making it a company with values throughout the entire process from design to doorstep. As a full cherry sundae on top, SAYE also funds the growth of two trees for each pair of sneakers sold and collaborates with a number of social projects. This example of a brand that is both popular, stylish, and genuinely doing good for the world is exactly the sort of product that deserves all of the praise it receives. I came to know this brand from social media posts and admired the look of the shoe before I even was made aware of the beautiful benefits behind it… this is to say that eco-friendliness and style can coexist peacefully.

This week’s post contained a number of stats that truly struck me. It is devastating to come to terms with the hard facts around waste creation in this world, but we must face reality in order to grapple with it and make changes. The staggering concept of 25 million pounds of clothing ending up in landfills/incinerators each year is enough to make anyone look at their closet a bit differently. I was also struck by clothing waste being the fastest growing category of waste in the UK. In an age where everything seems more and more replaceable I suppose the idea of discarding thoughtlessly follows behind closely. The idea of 300 million pairs of shoes being discarded yearly is incomprehensible… I don’t mean to sound ancient but this makes me feel that not enough people know about the wonders a cobbler can craft upon a beaten up pair of shoes.

Of course, not everyone can commit to keeping their wardrobe forever, whether it be due to changing life circumstances or style preferences. While I still feel that more of an effort should be made in being sustainable within your very own home, I am grateful that clothing producers are making strides to mitigate environmental impact. This is when the concept of fashion rentals and sustainable/recyclable materials is gorgeously good news. I found myself positively stunned by the wide variety of alternative materials on the market, and I imagine more are being created as time goes on. We are always making progress, however slowly, but it is important to remember that real progress is being made. A combined effort consisting of prior research, wardrobe / product sustainability, and brand impact transparency can make the weight our earth is carrying a little lighter.

[devilish-mirage]

Summertime sadness

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockey x Fem!Reader

Tags; fluff, dorks in love, mutual pining, f/m/m/m, established relationship, major character death, angst, pregnancy, babies, still very much in love with each other

Summary; It's a lovely evening and Marc decided to reminisce about the past with you.

Word count; 3k

A/n; thank you beloved for the Spanish sentences <3333 @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

This fic is inspired by Lana's song with the same title.

Masterlist

"Good evening, baby."

Marc put the flowers down next to you, smiling brightly as he basked in the sunlight.

"Just so you know, I've picked them up on my way here."

He laughed at his own sentence, taking his seat right next to you.

He took a deep breath, staring dreamily at you smiling figure, suddenly he opened his mouth to voice the passing thought, "Do you remember when we first met?"

He said, looking down at you with a soft smile. He could still see how bright your smiles are that day, the very first day he met you.

"You were saying?"

Your voice rang through the empty parking lot, Marc blinked his eyes in confusion as he stared at you.

A girl in her mid 20s, with those beautiful and charming eyes that were boring to his.

"What?"

"Hmm, I really thought that you're asking me out for another date. Was I wrong?"

He panicked, gulping down his saliva, "Marc! Marc! Bloody hell- Marc!" he flickered his eyes looking straight to the reflection on the car door where Steven was frantically trying to grab his attention.

"Finally," his alter breathe, his expression changed into a soft one, "ask her out." he said.

Marc was conflicted, he knew this girl, he also maybe have a slight crush on her but openly flirting isn't really his forte, one might think that he's the confident and ladies man of the two but boy oh boy were they wrong.

"I, uh,"

You waited patiently for him, smiling sweetly as he stuttered his words to you.

"Can I take you out again?"

He looked up, his chocolate colored eyes bored into yours with such nervousness pooled in them, you bit your lower lip in attempt to conceal the smile that's forming on your face.

He's adorable, he really is. You couldn't wrapped your head around why he's so attractive to you but you're not one to complain for a good time so you've accepted it.

Than that thing leads to another row of dates where Marc and Steven tried to woo you to their best abilities, it was amazing, those dates were best time you've ever had in your life.

With just you and him- well, his alter too of course but you didn't knew that yet.

Until one day, you saw your boyfriend at a local bar, sitting alone with his back slumped and he's wearing a combination of outfit that you've never seen he wore before.

Why is he unironically dressed like a taxi driver on their day off?

So you decided to approach him but to your surprise he's not your boyfriend, he's not your Steven.

And sure enough, your relationship has been a bumpy ride since then, imagined just figuring out that your boyfriend of 3 months has a DID and he didn't even bother to tell you?

But the longer you tried with every tear, every skipped heartbeat, the passion and the pain, it's all worth it. They are all worth it. You eventually grew to love each of them equally as the time pass by.

"Are you guys sure I look good?"

"You look handsome, hermano." (Brother)

"We look the same but yes, you look good, Marc."

"I don't need your sassy tone right now, Steven"

Marc threw a glare at his alter before fixing the tie that was wrapped on his neck once again, no matter how many times he had undo it, it doesn't look that good in his eyes, he wanted everything to look perfect for this special evening. He had planned this for years, he couldn't mess this up, no.

Steven softly smiled at Marc,"It's alright," he's also nervous but Marc looked worse than him, "you'll do well, I'm sure." he said, mainly to calm down Marc but he did try to craved those words into his own mind so that he would also calm down a little.

"estoy seguro que lo haremos bien, ahora levanta tu trasero." (I'm sure we'll all do great, now get your ass up.)

Jake's voice snapped Marc out of his trance. Yes, of course, he could do this.

Marc nodded his head, looking at the jewelry box before he opened them, there it was, the diamond ring he had been put to the side because he wasn't sure when is the right moment but he couldn't wait anymore, he have to do this, he wanted to.

He took a deep breath and opened the door and was immediately greeted by you, you were wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, he's sure it's like that because you're the one who wore it but still, "you took longer than I do." The teasing in your smile and voice is evident that he couldn't help but laughed softly, "I'm sorry, let's go?" You nodded, making your way to him and linked your arms around his. "Let's go, baby."

You sigh, walking in front of him with his suit wrapped around your body. You smiled at the stars above, they were shining so bright, even brighter than they usually do and is it just you or the moon also looked closer tonight?

Marc gulped, he nervously gripped the ring box inside his pocket, he took a deep breath. He could do this right? He practice way too hard for this, he could do it, yeah. Of course he could.

He kept repeating the sentence inside his mind, he make his way towards you slowly, you were still so focused on staring at the sky to notice that he's on his knees for you.

"Why are you kneeling down?"

The moon god suddenly said, looming at his avatar's figure before his avatar glared at him. "Move." The moon god didn't budge. Khonshu didn't understood the concept of his avatar kneeling down to anyone except him.

Marc could feel the vein popping in annoyance, "Khonshu, I swear-"

"Marc?"

He was startled when you crouched and met his height, looking at him with those innocent eyes and a smile plastered on your face before you look down to the ground.

"What? Did you found a treasure down there or something?"

Suddenly the deity infront of him didn't matter, only you, him and the lone box inside his pocket.

"Hm?"

You looked up and met his eyes, those same very eyes that you grew to love and can't life without.

"Do you know that I love you?"

You raised one of your eyebrow at him, smiling at the question, "it's pretty obvious really, you're smitten."

He nodded his head, laughing slightly at your answer before pulling the box from his pocket, you tilted your head in response.

He softly smiled at your reaction when you suddenly looked up and that panicked expression painted your face.

You couldn't believe it, is this truly happening right now? You pinched yourself on your cheeks, hard. You winched at the pain it caused, Marc only stared at you, drinking your expression with a soft smile before he was forced out by someone.

"te casarías conmigo?" (Marry me?)

Jake's voice rang clear, breaking the silence that resided between you and Marc earlier.

Marc and Steven stared at their alter from the car's reflection in disbelief, "Traitor! You fucking-!"

"Jake! We were supposed to go in order!"

You were speechless, you've imagined this scenario over and over in your head and you didn't knew that it'll come so soon.

You couldn't even trusted your own voice, you only nodded your head eagerly at the man in front of you with a wide smile, you didn't even realized that the tears has fallen from your eyes.

A hand wiped your tears away, frowning slightly as he stare at your face, you tried to laughed it out but it just wouldn't stop. You couldn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, love."

You gripped his hand, nodding your head and smiled the tears still falling from your eyes, "I love you, I love you so much. I love you more than my Egyptian books that I have pilled up-"

You laughed, sniffing as you close the distance and kissed his lips messily.

You pulled back and planted your foreheads together, he softly whispered the words he's been practicing hard to you, "May I have the honor of being your husband?"

You hummed, leaning to kiss him again. "Yes," a kiss, "you," another kiss, "may." and another soon followed, he giggled at your response, kissing you lovingly before opening his eyes once more.

You knew that stare, you knew who's eyes are those, you stare at him lovingly, "you asked me if I've found a treasure earlier, right?"

You sniffed, "Y-yeah." letting your boyfriend wiped the remaining tears yet again from your face.

He smiled softly at you, "I'm looking at it right now," leaning closer as his eyes gazed lovingly into your own, "you're our treasure, y/n." He continued with a soft whisper.

"I don't know what I'll do without you and I don't even want to imagined that, so... " your breath hitched as he opened the jewelry box, it was the most beautiful diamond ring you've ever set your eyes upon. "Marry me," feeling the tears welled once up again, "Marry me and never leave my side.

I promise I'll make you the happiest woman alive if you give me the chance."

"Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!"

You bawled your eyes again not knowing that Steven and Jake were scolding Marc in their shared headspace.

"Now, look at what you did, Marc!"

"Mierda, Marc!" (shit)

You blankly stare at the plastic in front of you, biting your lips hard as you waited for the results to appear.

Once it showed, you quickly stumbled outside, accidentally slamming the bathroom door, making your husbands came running straight at you.

"Mi cielo!" (My heaven)

"What happened?!"

"Are you alright?!"

They kept fronting back and forth and it's honestly quite funny on how they all have different expressions and accents.

You shook your head and showed them the test pact results, smiling brightly.

They froze, looking at the double strips in silence, you tilted your head, you couldn't see their expression and you could felt the anxiety seeping through your bones with each passing seconds, did you read them wrong? Did they not want a child? Did they regret it? What are they-

Suddenly you were swept off your feet and they spin you around, laughing loudly.

"I'm gonna be a father!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Well, now you're not gonna be the only one who calls me Daddy, huh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, the smile was evident on both of your faces.

Screams and shouts were the only thing that was heard from the operating room, your voice was the loudest compared to them all, your hand gripped your husband's tightly, clawing them as you tried to push the baby out of you.

Marc winced, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. The pain didn't bother him but the way your voice and pained expression did, it made him felt horrible.

He silently and desperately prayed, prayed for your and your baby safety. He felt you held his hand tighter, "it's alright, baby. You're doing an amazing job, you're wonderful." Marc said, smiling softly as you closed your eyes before pushing again.

You tried your hardest and he knew, he could felt his heartbeat quickened with every push that you made.

It pains him to see you like this, he doesn't want you to go through this. If he could he'll gladly took the pain away, he'd rather suffer and take all the pain away rather than for you to experience this.

"Hey, love. You'll be just fine."

Steven frontend, brushing your hair out of your face softly, he softly smiled at you in attempt to reassure you.

"Breath, I'm here, we're here with you."

You nodded your head at him, taking another deep breath as you tried to push again. You can do it, you have too. You said to yourself.

"You're almost there, keep going!"

The doctor shout and that has given you a newfound motivation, you felt the grip on your hand became tighter.

Jake frontend next, the doctors in the room already said that your baby head is already out but you've already looked so worned out.

"You're doing great, mi ceilo." (My heaven)

You gasped, feeling yourself being spilt in two. You screamed in agony, you don't think- you couldn't, no, you couldn't give up now, you flickered your eyes to your husband, you can't even recognized who's fronting right now but the pain in his eyes and your lower half is too much for you to handle by yourself.

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay strong for all of you but he knew deep down his nightmare would came true.

"no te haré pasar por esto otra vez, lo siento." (I'm not putting you through this again, I'm sorry)

And then you both heard it, the obnoxiously loud sound of a baby crying. You sighed in bliss and let yourself sink into the mattress, you felt like shit, you felt sticky and you could barely opened your eyes but you did managed to caught a glimpse of your baby before the doctors handed them to your husband.

Steven smiled proudly, looking at his daughter in awe, "she's perfect," he said just barely above whispers as if he's afraid that the little bundle of joy in his arms would be frightened.

"She looked exactly like you."

"I'm sure she'll be a trouble maker."

"She'll also be a heart breaker, look at her. As pretty as an angel."

You let out a weak laugh at their banter, taking another deep breath as you felt like the room is moving, your visions starting to get blurry.

"Can I please hold her?"

Your husband nodded his head, smiling softly as he carefully place your daughter in your arms.

"Hey, little girl. You're so pretty."

You whispered at her, you used your finger to poke and caress her small cheeks and she smiled in response.

You felt your heart melt and Marc's too as he stare at the sight.

He's so blessed.

You looked up at him and tried to scoot over to make room, you tilted your head to the side, silently asking him to lay next to you.

He looked around, the doctors were already out and they did say he could spend some alone time with you.

He giddily smile and lay down, carefully placing your head on his chest as he cradle you closer and looked down at your baby.

"I love you,"

"I love you more, baby."

He thanked the God above for giving him this chance, a chance to be happy with you and his alters but now he have one more bundle of joy to take care off.

But the smile on his face left as soon as it came once he realized the light in your eyes started to dim down.

He quickly leaned closer and kissed your forehead, murmuring the words into your skin.

"Hey, hey, just- just stay awake for me?"

He leaned back, staring at your calm and contempt face in panic, he could felt your heartbeat getting slower and weaker.

No, no, no! Please, please don't do this to him. Not you, anything but you!

He felt the cold touch of your hand on his cheek, smiling weakly at him, "You should smile, they suit you better."

He gripped your arm, desperately trying to held the tears from falling down his face.

"Nothing could suit me more than you do, love."

You laughed at Steven's word, winching as you felt the pain coming through.

"I-is that a promise?"

Jake nodded his head, "Es una promesa, mi amor." (It's a promise, my love)

You sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Can I sleep for a bit? I'm so sleepy." you could felt he tightened his grip on your body as the words left your mouth, his breath hitched.

"Yes, yes, you can."

"Right, I'll see you in a bit."

He choked a sob, he couldn't keep it in anymore, the tears are already falling from his eyes, wetting his cheeks.

"I'll see you in a bit, baby."

And with that you closed your eyes, Jake couldn't take it anymore so he broke down, holding the baby closed to his heart. He made a vow that day, to make sure that his angel would be safe and sound and he wouldn't let the world hurt her, whatever it takes.

"Daddy?"

He blinked his eyes and flickered his gaze to the girl in front of him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking on how beautiful mommy looked right now,"

He quickly wiped his tears away, laughing slightly to hide them.

"The wind is really naughty, they blew dust into daddy's eyes!"

The girl smiled brighly at him, those were the same smile as yours. They're identical. He softly smiled, handing her his phone, where it showed your picture.

She gasped, "She really is beautiful, daddy!" giggling, looking at the pictures and him back to back.

"Wow, I look like her!"

Marc nodded his head, brushing his daughter's hair behind her ears.

"You really do."

"Does that means I'm as pretty as mommy!"

"You're as pretty as mommy, maybe even prettier." She gasped, giggling loudly as she hugged her father.

Steven frontend for a moment and hugged their daughter tight, he missed hugging you, they all missed you.

He flickered his gaze to your grave with a small smile.

"I think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky." he said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fell as he stared at your tombstone with you daughter wrapped tightly in his arms.

His breath are shaky as he tried to tear his eyes away from your picture on his phone, he took another glance at your tombstone before forcing himself to stood up.

"We have to go now," Jake said, the words were heavy on his chest, your daughter nodded her head and held his hand tightly as they walked away but then she ran back to your grave, putting a single flower that she picked down and smile brightly.

"I miss mommy too but don't worry, I'll protect daddy!"

He almost broke down at the sight, "we're so lucky to have you." he said as he kissed your daughter's forehead.

[wheredafandomat]

Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 19 - At long last

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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“Oh my god” you groaned feeling your walls stretching to accommodate Lokis hard cock as he entered you painfully slowly. Your eyes teared up as he settled inside of you, breathing bated as he looked down at you. You had imagined this moment before, of course you had but you didn’t expect Loki to, well, be so, big. That night in your kitchen, you were sure Loki had an erection but it seemed it was only a semi.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern evident in his tone as he tried to stay as still as possible. You felt like a virgin again. Nodding your head, you smiled faintly. It wasn’t that you weren’t warmed up, Loki ensured you were, it was that you just wasn’t expecting this.

“Kiss me.” You requested breathlessly.

Reaching down, Loki pressed his lips to yours, kissing you slowly, passionately as his tongue slipped passed yours, entering your mouth. He moved to your neck, kissing you there before you felt him nibbling your earlobe, licking the shell of your ear.

“Do you want me to move?” He asked, kissing your ear. All you wanted was for Loki to never stop whatever he was doing with his tongue. Wordlessly you nodded, eyes closed as you revelled in the feeling before Loki began to move, a breathy call of your name leaving his lips. Unlike when you were a virgin, instantly, his movements felt amazing. You could feel every vain of his cock gliding past your walls as he fucked you. His lips found yours again as they moved against one each other sloppily. You were quickly bucking your hips upwards to meet his as you loudly moaned his name. The sound of your combined moans as well as his balls slapping against your skin filled the room. As your back arched off of the bed, Lokis hand found your back as he pulled you upwards, knees bent on the bed with his legs open as he pulled you on top of him, helping you to position yourself above his cock. The new angle quickly had you gripping his shoulders as you bounced on top of him, legs wrapped around his torso. Your chest was against his as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you flush against him. You felt so close, so connected.

Your head fell backwards as Loki continued thrusting up into you, holding you so tenderly. This felt overwhelmingly intimate, almost unfamiliar. The pleasure had exceeded simply lust, this was rapture. In this moment you felt so safe, so worthy, so loved. This felt like love. Something sacred between two soulmates. Lokis hands roamed over your body, it felt warm. This was it, this was the feeling you craved, the intimacy your body yearned for, the affection your soul sought.

Your lips found Lokis again, kissing him fiercely as if you were thanking him, claiming him. This was a feeling you wanted, no, needed again and you only wanted to experience it with him. You felt yourself quickly growing closer towards your climax but you didn’t want this to end.

“Are you close baby?” Loki spoke against your lips, feeling your walls clenching around him as your breathing became even more ragged, movements disoriented.

“Yes, yesss.” You cried out “donttt stoppp.” You begged.

Loki helped guide your movements as he took you to completion, reaching his own orgasm in the process. Watching you come undone was euphoric in itself. He wondered how one being could be so seraphic. He continued holding you as you wrapped your arms around his back as if hugging him, legs still around him. He didn’t want to pull out of you, too content with both your positions. This was perfect. His eyes closed feeling you peppering kisses across his neck from where your head rested, nestled into it. No, perfect was an understatement.

When you finally raised your head, Loki held your chin as he looked into your eyes for a few moments in silence. You looked back at him, watching as his eyes darted across your features as if mapping your face before he smiled.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, matching his smile.

“Would you like a shower? I left out some cloth—”

Cutting Loki off, you kissed him gently, his hands finding the sides of your face as you did, kissing you back.

“I’d love a shower thank you.” You smiled once you broke the kiss.

When you both finally broke apart, it was only to reunite in the shower where Loki made you cum again before you cleaned one another. Loki wrapped you up in a fluffy towel before you exited the shower. Handing you one of his shirts, he decided on wearing some pyjama bottoms, strategically placing them very low down his v line as he noticed you checking him out.

“Like what you see?” He winked.

“I prefer what’s underneath more.” You grinned from his bed causing him to laugh.

“Hungry?”

“Mmm.” You hummed.

“What would you like to eat?” He asked, walking towards you.

“I can’t say you can I?” You giggled. “I really don’t mind. Noodles?”

“I can cook you know.” He stated, leaning down to kiss you “I’m a great cook.”

“Alright, surprise me then.” You smiled against his lips before kissing him again.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Sugar & Spice: Part 9

‘Brussels and bagels’ the tag line stared back at you, the handmade and fresh bagel trapped between your bottom lips as you obscured your face from view again, dressed in a simple pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged your hips and emphasized your curves, instead of your usual choice of delicate lace or pleated skirts. It was warranted given the weather of the morning, and the jaunt you had taken with Ari down to a café nearby.

It was colder than you anticipated and yet you were able to stick to the aesthetic you loved to wear and be warmed in Ari’s gift, the double-breasted coat opened to reveal your lilac-coloured cable-knit sweater beneath. The combination was warm and endearingly soft, akin to your favourite style and in tune with who you wanted to be, the perfect display of what you wanted and what you loved.

‘You’re in Brussels?’ a comment had popped up on the posts you made, the image of you and your bagel, the background captured was the beauty of the country you were in.

‘Brussels for the weekend.’ You replied and then locked your phone, slipping it back into your pocket as Ari had left the café you were in moments before, coffee for the two of you and his own wrapped pastry.

“Thank you, Ari.” You hummed and grasped the cup with your free hand, inhaling the sweet combination of vanilla and spice, your chai tea latte with a dash of sweet was perfect and usual.

“You made a post?” Ari handed you the cup that was yours as he stepped in line with you, the path back to the hotel was short and shouldn’t have taken long, yet you and Ari were taking your time as you walked.

“I made a short one, I think a lot of my followers are going to be confused by the sudden jump to Brussels.” You walked in tune with him, no real rush back to the hotel this morning. There was a designated appointment for you to head to the spa, and Ari had meetings later that would take up most of the time you were away anyway.

You hadn’t known what he had planned for the rest of the day after, or what he wanted to do after you were done with the spa package he had arranged for you. You weren’t even aware of what he had booked for you, but you had been promised by Ari after he had woken you up with his lips slated against yours that it would be relaxing and would garnish beautiful views of the city.

“Do you enjoy it, sweetheart?” Ari had slipped his hand in with yours, his fingers entwining as you walked together down the street back to the hotel.

Ari was breathtaking, every aspect of the man had stolen your breath when you happened to look upon him. It was his beauty and stature as a man who was so physically imposing that had unlocked such innate and intense want.

You had never come across a man who was so beautiful and imposing, a man who had oozed sexual appeal without ever needing to try. Ari Levinson was brilliant, a man who had become a millionaire and CEO of a company that was steadily growing in profits. He was an international success who hadn’t let the wealth and the power he had among others influence his ability to be a decent human being.

“I do,” you felt heat course through you, stemming from the way Ari looked at you and had managed to finally pull yourself together to answer, “I love it. I love having a vlog and being able to share the kind of person I wish I could be every day, with other people.”

“Would you like to do it full time?” Ari was proposing what you had always wanted, alluding to him relieving any financial burdens to allow you to focus solely on school and being an influencer.

It’s what you had always wanted to do, to travel the world and become a blogger or a vlogger, to be able to experience the world and share it with others. It was your passion, it was your dream to be able to travel full time and capture your experiences to relive over and over again. It was all you had wanted, it was all you ever wanted.

“Yes,” you exhaled slowly as if this great weight was lifted off your shoulders even if it was nothing to be anxious about, it felt as if telling Ari was truly relieving, “I would love to do this full time. This is…everything I want. I’m basing my entire degree around social media marketing and business.”

“You could do it, honey.” Ari had come to a stop and faced you, the hotel just down the street not even a half-block away. “You could do this full time.”

“Could I?” It wasn’t you asking for permission from Ari as his sugar baby and girlfriend.

You were asking him if you had it in you if he truly believed that you could dedicate yourself to successfully taking your social media base to an entirely new level.

“You’re capable, you’re beautiful.” Ari had balanced his coffee and his pastry in one hand and used his free hand to rest against the small of your back, holding you flush against his chest as he spoke, as he whispered his endearments against your lips and extended his confidence in you to meet your own. “You can do whatever you want to, princess.”

You exhaled against him as his lips slated against yours and melted into his embrace. You were lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, lost to the moment of intimacy as the world around you faded and you were further drawn into the hold he had on you, willingly giving in to him just as he was giving into you. It was a moment of perfection, a moment of intense connectivity that was impossible to overlook.

The emotional upheaval of your desires had become welded with Ari’s, the deepening bond that had first drawn you to him and he to you, was heart-stopping. You had never felt so desired and wanted, you had never felt so immensely and passionately coveted as you were now, and it was clear to you that you had just as powerful of a hold on Ari as Ari had on you.

“I want to.” You finally pulled away, shivering against the chill of the air and the buzz of pleasure shooting through you. “I want to do this, I want to be a social media blogger.”

“You have my full support,” Ari had drawn his hand from your cheek to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you back in for another kiss, stealing the very air from your lungs.

It was as if he could physically feel time turning back as the few men and women in the boardroom had droned on about the same fruitless and uninteresting drawls that he had to deal with stateside.

It was one of the many downsides to being the boss, the man everyone else wanted to impress. Ari would have much rather been elsewhere with you, he would have much rather returned to your suite and spent the day in a cycle of intense pleasure and orgasms.

He would have rather felt you quaking against his fingers, tongue or cock all while he listened to your pretty moans. He wanted to have you draped across his lap while he took business calls, felt your naked body against his own while he whispered filthy things into your ear.

Instead, he was here, like he was so many weeks ago, waiting on your text messages and pictures of you enjoying his gift. He was using the back and forth exchange between you and himself as an excuse to zone out and focus on someone much more worthy of his attention.

‘I haven’t felt so relaxed in ages.’ One of the first of the messages to come through is a picture you took of yourself stretched out on the massage table, relaxed as a towel sits low on your hips.

It’s enticing enough, modest yet seductively displaying your smooth skin and natural beauty that begged to be touched and caressed. The image of you so relaxed and your flesh bare, had already driven blood straight to Ari’s cock, the twitch of the head is a reminder that Ari was exclusively addicted to your touch and taste.

‘Enjoy yourself, princess. You’re having more fun than I am.’ Ari had returned your picture with a selfie of himself, the tension between you was pulsing even through the exchange of messages and the minute distance between the two of you.

‘You think so?’ A growl built in his throat, his cock angrily throbbing in his Italian-made suit pants, the head reddened and dripping.

The longer Ari stared at the picture of you on the massage table alone during a break between procedures, the picture of you bare and naked in a pose that was meant to be tantalizing, the hungrier he had become for you and your pretty pussy. What he wouldn’t give to have you spread on the board room table in front of him, your legs spread and your cunt dripping with his cum and his saliva.

Ari wanted to defile you most sinfully.

‘I’m distracting you. Oops.’ You had toyed with yourself, your breasts bared as you lay on your back with your hand between your legs, your nipples hardening under the chill of the open window behind you.

‘I hope you know how much trouble you’re going to be in.’ Ari had palmed himself through his pants, his cock demanding to sink into your warm cavernous cunt.

‘You won’t hurt me will you?’ You pouted for him in the next picture, your eyes half-lidded as you sat up and used your free hand to palm at your breasts.

‘You’re not going to be able to walk, princess.’ Ari was quick to type back, fully tuning out the droning behind him as he wished he could see you, wished he could feel your lips against his cock beneath the table.

‘Me? I’m innocent, sir.’ You were posing for him, teasing him and toying with him in a way that demanded reprimanding.

Ari groaned softly, your ability to bring him to his knees was unwarranted and unequivocal. You could dig yourself under his flesh without trying and it was incredible.

“Ari, what are your thoughts?” He raised his head when being spoken to, his eyes drawing to a narrowed and pointed stare.

“I think we need to push the directive I already addressed earlier. I think you’re wasting time and billing your hours to me.” He conclusively ended the meeting by standing and smiling charmingly. “I think I’m going to take the rest of the day off.”

Ari was unapologetic as he moved from the room, sending you a clear directive of what was going to come next.

‘I’m going to punish you, princess. I’m going to make you aware of how much I love and loathe your teasing. And after dinner, when you’ve recovered, I’m going to make you my dessert.’

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Honey (Din Djarin x Reader Smut)

Summary: Din comes home from a long hunt tired and in need of his girl.

Word Count: 2,509

Warnings: SMUT! If you are under 18, DNI! Oral sex (f receiving), PinV sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), language, uhhh fluff? Two idiots that missed each other? Idk what else.

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a long time but then this popped into my head tonight so I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy :) 

MASTERLIST

Din was exhausted.

The type of exhaustion that is bone deep, the kind that aches with every step you take. He had been gone on a hunt for the past two weeks and was currently dragging the dead bounty behind him. Despite being tired and dirty, the only ache that was consuming his mind and body was the ache for you.

It never used to be like this; Din could go weeks away from his ship and never felt the weary need to sleep in his own bunk until he had met you. As soon as you had joined his crew, Din found himself rushing through his hunts to get back to you — and that was even before the two of you got together. 

Now, it was like there was this invisible string that connected the two of you, the tension of it pulling him back to you with every step he took. Once the Crest came into view his steps fell quicker and the body behind him seemed lighter. It was as if knowing that you were safely tucked away inside his ship had renewed his strength.

The ramp screeched as it descended, a telltale sign that his ship was older than the Empire. He would need to get that fixed, but that chore was pushed to the back of his mind. Din trudged into the softly lit hull and shoved his bounty into the carbonite chamber — he didn’t even check to make sure that the bounty was standing upright — before he took off his helmet and tossed it to the side. He could practically feel the sweat and grime that clung to his skin after being away on a hunt for the past two weeks. He was sure he did not smell the greatest but he didn’t care, he only wanted you. 

“Mesh’la?” Din called. “Where are you?”

“I’m in here,” your voice sounded from behind the metal door of his refresher. Din smiled at the sound of your voice and the steady rhythm of water. 

He began shedding his armor and flight suit while he made his way towards you. The refresher door slid open to reveal the small room and the even smaller refresher stall that was closed off, hiding you from him. Steam filled the room with the scent of your shampoo — the scent of home. 

Without a second thought Din slid open the ‘fresher door and stepped under the cascading water, crowding you into a corner. 

“Din!” you shrieked, trying to cover your chest. “I’m naked!”

He couldn’t help the lopsided smirk that graced his face. “That’s kind of the whole point, mesh’la.” Din reached for you and pulled you into his chest. His arm wrapped around your wet waist while his other hand slithered it’s way into your hair. He titled your face back until you met his eyes and he almost melted down the drain when he saw their beautiful color. 

Not wasting another moment, Din tugged your face closer and slotted his lips over yours, sighing into the kiss. Oh, how he had missed this feeling. Din lived for the feeling of your body pressed against his, the feeling of your plush lips mingling with his. He tasted the mint on your breath and tried to breathe you into his lungs — he wanted to be completely surrounded by you in any way possible.

“I missed you,” he sighed, mouthing at the corner of your mouth before traveling down your jaw. Din relished in the shaky stutter of your breathing at his ministrations — a sound reminder that he affected you as much as you did him. 

“Missed you too,” you sighed, scraping your nails up his wide back, pulling him into a hug. Din buried his face in your neck, gripping you tightly to him. The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the water from the ‘fresher washing away the grime from his hunt. 

A comfortable silence filled the air while you massaged his own shampoo through his curly locks, fingers detangling the knots that had formed from wearing his helmet constantly. Din hummed at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp. He was always the one to take care of others, but it was nice to be on the receiving end of such pampering. He placed kisses to your forehead while you continued cleaning him, grateful for you and everything you did. 

Before long the water ran cold and the two of you had to end your relaxing bathing early. You each toweled yourself off and before you could reach for the pair of sleeping clothes you had set aside; Din had grabbed your hips and picked you up, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs. He hit the button to open the door and carried you out into the main hull of his ship and over to the nest of blankets that the two of you had made into a makeshift bed. After the two of you realized that his bunk space was way too small for both of you, you had made this makeshift bed in the corner of his ship.

Din dropped to his knees before carefully laying you down on the soft blankets. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist and Din hovered over you, hands on either side of your head. He leaned down and captured your lips.

“I missed you,” Din whispered against your mouth. 

“You already said that.” He could feel the smile on your lips mirroring his own.

“Doesn’t make it any less true,” he pressed his lips to yours this time with more passion. A hunger settled deep within him, similar to the weariness he felt before but a hundred times stronger; fueled by every breathless sigh that passed your lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and moaned at the taste of mint. The combination of your shampoo and the taste of your breath was driving him insane. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up and into his body in an attempt to imbed you deep into his being. 

“Din.” That breathless moan that had slipped accompanied with the feeling of your nails scraping into his shoulders unhinged him. He could feel the hot ache of his cock throbbing between his legs and the fire that roared deep in his stomach. 

“Need to taste you, sweet girl,” Din moaned into your skin, his lips trailing down your damp body. He bit and sucked on your neck until he was positive that there would be marks later. A thrill of excitement raced through him at the thought of you walking through a market the next day, purple bruises littering your neck and chest while onlookers stared at the marks — his marks — that claimed you as his own. 

Din traced his tongue over one of your nipples before sucking the hardened peak into his mouth. His free hand made its way to your neglected breast and his thumb teasingly traced circles around the pert bud. He relished in the feeling of your thighs tightening around his trim waist and the way your chest arched into him with a shuddery breath. 

He mapped out the expanse of your skin, worshipping it with kisses and marks left behind in his wake. When he got to just below your navel his broad shoulders pushed your legs apart, allowing him to sink lower on your body. He nipped and soothed the love bites he left on your inner thighs as he made his way closer to where you needed him the most. 

Din groaned at the sight of your puffy lips that were glistening with arousal. He pressed a quick kiss to them and buried his sharp nose in the soft curls at the base of your mound, breathing in your scent. Din couldn’t hold himself back any longer and relinquished his control to his most base instincts. His tongue darted through your folds, licking from your entrance to your clit while he tried to taste as much of you as he could. 

His name fell from your lips and your fingers curled into his hair at the overwhelming feeling of him between your legs. Din sucked on your clit and slowly worked a finger into your entrance before adding a second. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, sweet girl,” Din groaned into your pussy, licking at your clit while he curved his fingers up. Your hips raised off the blankets but he slung one strong arm over them to keep you still. “Hush, I have to get my girl ready for me. Be patient.”

You whimpered his name and bit on your fist at the immense pleasure. His fingers were slowly working you open and his tongue was relentless on your clit. Before long you could feel a building sensation deep in your stomach. 

“Din—,” you tried to warn him of your impending climax but the pleasure was too much.

“I know, sweet girl,” Din growled into your pussy, picking up the pace of his fingers and tongue. He could feel your orgasm approaching and he intended to deliver. “Come for me, sweetness. Come all over my face.”

As soon as those words left his mouth you were crashing into your orgasm, the insane pleasure brought to you by your lover coursing through your veins like tidal waves on a beach. Just when you thought you were about to get enough air, another wave of pleasure crashed down on you from Din’s continued movements. 

One of Din’s favorite things in the whole galaxy was making you come from his mouth alone. He loved the way your whole body shook from pleasure and how your thighs tightened around his ears from the intensity of your orgasm. Now was no different and Din drank your flowing juices straight from its source. 

“So sweet,” Din moaned and licked at your pussy while you came down from your high. Soon you were whimpering and shaking from overstimulation and Din decided to take mercy on you. He wasted no time and crawled back up your body so he could place his lips on yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and the two of you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. “Sweeter than honey.”

“I need you inside me, Din,” you whined. The entire time he was going down on you all you could think about was his hard cock that kept brushing against your ankle. You were sure the tip was already leaking precum so you reached down and grasped his shaft, thumb brushing over the tip — you were right. He whimpered at the sensation of your small hand tightly gripping him. “Please.”

“Anything for you, mesh’la,” he pressed his lips to yours fervently and gripped his cock at the base to line his tip up with your entrance. Din shuddered at the feeling of his tip dragging through your wet folds before notching it at your entrance. He grabbed behind one of your knees and hitched your leg over his waist as he slid into you with one thrust, both of you moaning at the sensation of him bottoming out. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetness,” Din dropped his head and bit at the junction of your neck and shoulder. He could feel your pussy squeezing around him and after being away from you for two weeks, he felt like he was about to come already. He pressed his nose to your neck and breathed in your scent as he tried to calm down. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

Your words were caught in your throat and all you could do to respond was card your fingers through his hair. He was so much larger than you and you basked in the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours. 

After a few moments Din was ready to move and he slowly dragged his cock out, shivers running down his back at the feeling of your walls trying to suck him back into your warmth. It took all of his strength to not pound into you and chase his own orgasm. After being away for so long, he wanted to make it memorable for the both of you. 

He set a slow rhythm and left you breathless with every drag of his cock. Both of you were a breathless, moaning mess at the feeling of the other. Din’s hands were firm on your hips and his forehead was pressed against yours in a keldabe kiss, leaning down every once in a while to slot his mouth against yours. One hand was buried in his curls while the other trailed down his back admiring the strong muscles that were pulled taut as he rutted into you. Your breaths mingled together and the air around you heated up a few degrees as your bodies moved together. 

Before long, Din could feel his balls tightening at his coming release. His grip on your hips tightened as he tugged them up towards him in time with his own, driving his cock deeper into you with every thrust. His name fell from your lips at the new angle and the grip you had on his locks tightened, pulling on the chocolate curls. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer, s-sweet girl,” Din stammered while he picked up the pace. He could tell that you wouldn’t last much longer either by the way your pussy was clenching around him.

“Come for me, baby,” you gasped against his mouth before pulling him into a heated kiss. It was sloppy and wet and extremely passionate and the use of his pet name sent him over the edge. 

Din groaned when he felt his balls pull tight and he spilled his seed into you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you up and into his lap while he fucked his cum into you. His head was tilted back so he could reach your lips and his wide hands spread across the expanse of your back so that he could hold you to his chest. Your hips ground down on him as you rode him through his orgasm until it eventually brought on your own. Din’s eyes screwed tight at the feeling of your walls clenching down on his spent cock and he couldn’t help the animalistic growl that ripped through his body at the sensation of your pleasures combining. 

“I love you,” Din admitted, chest heaving against yours. He could feel the weariness from his hunt returning so he lowered you both back to your nest of blankets and pulled one over you. He grunted when he pulled his soft cock from your spent pussy — he would stay inside you forever if he could — before he settled down and pulled you into his arms. 

He felt you smile against his chest before you placed a sweet kiss on it. “I love you too.”

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Not My Master

Chapter 3

You decided to hide. Embarrassment coursing through your veins as yet again your Master publicly humiliated you after you approached her about attending another mission, not with her but with Master Kenobi and Anakin.

Obi Wan had made a habit of it the last three months inviting you on at least two missions each month. Your Master however, disapproved and thus began blocking you from going. Her words however this time were the harshest they had ever been, causing you to flee from those who had overheard the exchange. Running through the temple you hid in the least used part, hiding curled in the corner, in the silence, sobbing.

‘Oh dear one’ came a voice.

But you were too stuck in your misery and embarrassment, you didn’t register the softly spoken words, the feeling of someone sitting next to you, or the warmth as a familiar cloak was wrapped around you. Obi Wan let you sob, wrapping his arms tightly around you, relieved when you didn’t pull away, the man simply stayed with you, letting you work it through on your own.

‘Obi’ you breathed out, using the shortened name, being the only person he allowed to use it.

‘I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere’ replied Obi Wan softly.

‘I’ve messed up… I’ve lost control’ you said brokenly.

‘No sweetheart… you’re emotions got the better of you yes, but you haven’t succumbed to them, they’ve just overwhelmed you’ said Obi Wan, keeping his arms firmly around you.

‘But I should be better than this…. Maybe my Master was right, maybe I’ll never be good enough to be a Jedi’ you said brokenly again.

‘I don’t believe that for a second, you are the most kind hearted, hardworking person I know… remember that last mission we went into together, and how you resolved that dispute that quiet honestly was on the brink of violence…. You did that Y/N…. Don’t ever doubt yourself, you’re more than good enough…. Your Master is wrong about you’ said Obi Wan firmly.

‘But what if….’ You started only to have Obi Wan press a finger softly to your lips.

‘No, I won’t hear you speak poorly about yourself, you are worth and deserve everything in this galaxy, the order needs you and I need you, you’re made to be a Jedi Y/an’ Obi Wan spoke with a passion you had never heard before, his words making you blush.

Moving his hand, Obi Wan cupped the side of your face, running his thumb over your warm skin, causing your eyes to slip shut enjoying the small action.

‘Meditate with me’ came the soft request.

With neither of you willing to move, you both slipped into the force letting it flow through you. Obi Wan tugged you with him, and encouraging you to cast your feelings and worries away as you floated by.

‘Feel better?’ Asked Obi Wan some time later.

‘Yes, thank you Master’ you replied as Obi Wan slowly released you from his arms, sitting now directly next to you.

‘Good, stay in my rooms tonight… tomorrow we’ll figure something out for you’ said Obi Wan patting your knee before he got to his feet holding his hand out to you to pull you up.

Nodding you handed over the man’s cloak missing the warmth of it combined with the man’s body. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you followed the man back to his room, luckily the sky was pitch black and there was a lack of Jedi roaming the hallways, meaning you were able to make it undisturbed or without being judged.

Not taking no for an answer, Obi Wan made you take his bed, insisting he would be just fine on the couch. Anakin was already asleep in his room, so for now you didn’t have to worry about the questions that night. Slipping into the man’s bed, tucking yourself under the covers and blankets, you slipped asleep, the man’s warmth combined with his signature sending you off into a peaceful slumber.