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backwzzds · 5 months

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ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

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mochimooon · 5 months

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Slow Burn - gojo satoru x reader 18+

pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: It's been a while since you've been intimate with anyone, and thankfully Satoru is patient (eager) to indulge you. word count: 4k+ notes: Newly established relationship, reader and Gojo have yet to do the deed. Not much plot here, other than gratuitous smut and fluff, featuring soft! Gojo. A more sensual smut piece. no-curses AU warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Kisses scattered along your jaw, skin prickling with goosebumps. Shadows of heat on your neck spurred a sensation within every nerve of your body—a phantom feeling reborn.

Satoru’s ministrations grew hungrier, kissing every inch of skin along your neck and jaw as though you’d disappear before he got a chance to leave his mark anywhere. Your hands on his shirtfront tightened to keep him close, your mind was slowly entering a path towards bliss.

Your jaw was captured by Satoru’s hand, craning your head to meet his lips with yours.

He pressed a smile to your lips again. “Don’t get away from me. I’ve been wanting you all to myself.”

Dazed eyes peeled open, lost in the bright blue, you surrendered.

Satoru’s smile widened, giving you another kiss. “That’s it. Not so hard, huh? Just be good for me.” His tongue probed your mouth for entry.

Feeling the stroke of his tongue along yours, he’s infected you with the same vigor. You tugged his shirt at first, only to loosen your grip in favor of carding your fingers through the back of his hair.

You swallowed his moan, digging your nails into his scalp to steal more.

Satoru’s pace quickened like a spark turning into a flame. The weight of his body pressed onto yours, the bulge between his legs sent a shudder down your spine. There was a rough squeeze of your breast through your blouse and a swipe at your nipple.

Arching your back to chase the sensation, Satoru released your mouth for air, latching onto your neck seconds later as his free hand found the fly of your jeans.

The button came apart, a finger ghosting just above the waistband of your panties. You snapped out of the pleasure, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Wait.”

Satoru swallowed, hair at a disarray, and you fought the urge to ravish him in that moment. He pressed himself up, easing his weight on your body. “Everything okay?”

Biting your lip, you nodded. He looked dubious. The tightness between your lower bodies was dizzying. He cleared his throat, concern hanging like a shadow over his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Again, you nodded, albeit hesitantly.

Satoru tilted his head. “I don’t think that’s true…” At your silence, Satoru grinned, “Should I take a guess?” His hand reached to cup your face, stealing a kiss. “What’ll you give me if I guess right?”

You savored his delicate touch and playful demeanor, both confirming how much you wanted him right then. You were a little nervous, however.

“It’s been a long time,” you preempted, heat rising to your face. “Since I’ve…had any action.”

Satoru blinked, lips pursing together.

A few months of dating, you had failed to tell Satoru about your dry spell. When you two had met, there was no mad rush to hop into the sheets despite Satoru’s incessant flirting. To your surprise, he was fine taking things slow at your request. But you never divulged that it was because you hadn’t had sex in well over a year now.

“I want to—” You rushed to add, fiddling with the collar of his shirt again. “I’m just out of practice…” Your face blazed, you struggled to hold Satoru’s stare.

While you had plenty of sessions alone, you couldn’t fathom what it felt like anymore to be intimate with someone. To have a body pressed against your own. Fantasies could only do so much, and they could never compare to the real thing.

Silence crawled by, so slow, you sank into the mattress in hopes that it would help you disappear.

But Satoru was not someone to let you escape. His thumb stroked your cheek, his warm breath fanning over your forehead, leaving you dumbstruck.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “We can keep waiting. I can wait.”

Your throat went tight, biting back a whine. Waiting was the last thing you wanted to do. You’ve done enough of it, holding off until you connected with someone you trusted. And you continued to deprive yourself when you met Satoru despite the desire to have this very moment with him.

It was the longest streak you’ve been on. After your last break-up, it was only meant to be temporary. But the longer you went without it, the more clarity you unlocked, and you were content as is. Then Satoru came into the picture. Finally, you were ready, but you were scared.

“No,” you said. “I want to right now—” You added at Satoru’s furrowed expression. “I’m a little nervous. I want it to feel good for both of us.”

“I want you to feel good,” Satoru said. “If that means waiting, then I’ll keep doing it. I’m creative, I can always make you feel good in other ways.” To prove his point, he took your hand, kissing the knuckles with a tenderness behind his blue eyes.

Having known Satoru for a while, you knew everything he said was always sincere. You didn’t know how you got so lucky to finally meet someone with integrity. A man who was confident with every right to be. Someone who had the charisma to be both quick-witted and soft. A man who listened to you when you were silent, who was patient with you when you weren’t sure you deserved it at times. A man that you trusted. A man that was yours.

Some of the worries faded away, outstripped with the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.

Caressing Satoru’s face, he watched you with a patience that everyone else had noticed was only ever offered to you. His eyes flit shut for a moment, unable to resist the drag of your fingers in the back of his hair.

You pushed yourself up to surprise him with a kiss to his lips.

He responded in favor, allowing you take the lead, genuine in that he wanted to go at your pace. But tonight, you would surrender, and let Satoru take the reins.

Your question met his lips. “Can you make me feel good?” Another question kissed Satoru back to life. “Will you touch me?”

Satoru’s expression brightened. He deepened the kiss, guiding you to rest your head back onto the mattress, pinning you there.

He released a breathy laugh, voice coming out like smoke. “That’s what I’m here for. To spoil you.” He kissed you again. “To take care of you. And…” He pulled back, meeting your eyes, a playful glimmer in his. “To worship you.”

Satoru crouched lower, his mouth slithering away from yours to nip at your jaw.

The flush you felt in your body was nothing compared to Satoru’s warmth creeping along your skin.

“Where should I start?” Lips pressed below your ear. “I’m not sure where to grab and touch you first.”

He was at your neck. Your pulse throbbed at the light sting of his teeth grazing that area.

“Maybe your waist…” Satoru’s hand roamed between your bodies, fingers pushing into the flesh of your waist, trailing his touch upwards. “Or should I start with your pretty tummy?”

You breathed in sharply as Satoru’s fingertips trace the bare skin of your stomach beneath your blouse, snaking its way up.

“There’s also this.” He palmed your breast over your bra, face hovering over yours again, grinning into your lips. “Two of them to be exact.”

He squeezed, catching your whimper in the kiss.

“Should I let my hands explore and decide? I don't know if I can stop at one. I might have to touch you everywhere. When it comes to you, I just want to be greedy.”

Another squeeze of your breast and you moaned, giving Satoru reentry into your mouth.

The pace of his tongue was perfect—unhurried, but enough to stoke the fire sparking in your lower belly. Nothing can stop you from moaning freely and clutching onto his shirtfront.

“Fucking adorable, the way you respond to me,” he husked. “Might have to take extra time with you, just to indulge myself.”

Your body had gotten so feverish just from the playful taunting. It was so in character of him to be snarky with charm wrapped around it like a silk tie. You don’t know how you managed to withhold yourself for so long when Satoru entered your life. His smile, his voice, everything about him tested your willpower daily.

True to his word, Satoru’s hand roamed various parts of your body, wandering, groping, like he needed to commit every inch of you to muscle memory. And every stroke, every firm squeeze, you were like a firefly brought to life from his touch, hips lifting to buck against his front.

Satoru pulled back from your lips, a surprised chuckle pouring out. “Oh…I feel the exact same way. I’m sure you’ve already caught on.” He sank lower, nudging you with the bulge in his jeans.

The pressure sent you into orbit. To be this close, after a while of being untouched.

“Oh, Satoru…”

He hummed his appreciation, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands crept into your shirt, slinking past your bra.

He’s smooth when taking it off, letting it fold slowly up your arms. When it slipped off, Satoru’s weight disappeared.

You blinked, confused. Not even the grasp of his hands on your hips gave you a clue until he pulled you up and brought you to his lap.

He groaned at your weight, and you felt the tightness in his jeans, stealing a glimpse at the outline of his cock beneath denim.

“Did you want me to…?” You pressed on his belt's buckle, pausing when Satoru shook his head.

“Not yet, gorgeous.” He leveled you with his gaze, half-lidded, caught between desire. His hands ran up your back, holding you securely as he placed his forehead against yours, breathing your name. “Fuck…I love holding you.”

Heart racing, you stroked his nape. Despite the tension between your bodies, you liked being held like this. It was a place you were content with. And you’re grateful once again to have waited for Satoru to find you.

“Oh…” he moaned, reeling you in for an embrace, hot breath on your shoulder. “Can’t be selfish. As greedy as I want to be…” Lithe hands undid the clasp of your bra. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll always be about you.”

Pulling you back, the straps fell away from your shoulders, and Satoru waited, meeting your eyes.

You nodded and he peeled away your bra whilst holding your stare that for a second you forgot you were topless on his lap.

After a beat, blue eyes lowered, a blissful sigh rushing out.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers experimentally along the flesh of your breasts. “I bet this’ll feel good when I do this?”

Your chest pumped closer, nipples hard and chasing after Satoru’s featherlight touch.

“Yeah?” Satoru taunted playfully, rubbing your nipple with his thumb a little faster.

Your head draped backwards, pushing your chest out, arching your back. Satoru’s other hand kept you from falling, and your hips grinded on his lap.

Satoru rasped your name, his breath humid against your other nipple. “Oh baby, you should see yourself. Back arched, tits too pretty to ignore. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

You hissed, bucking into him roughly as his lips sucked on your breast. You couldn’t help yourself, your back arched deeper, but you didn’t have to worry about falling.

Satoru anchored both hands behind your back, fingers splayed out like a net to prevent your escape, while seizing the opportunity to spoil your chest with his attention.

Nipping, sucking, biting, a cocktail of pleasure sprouting marks on your skin that after tonight, you’ll be reminded of this moment thereafter.

When Satoru was satisfied, he licked between your breasts in a slow drag of his tongue. Up, then down, planting a kiss on your stomach and then to your ribcage.

Despite the stiff denim, there was a twitch in Satoru’s lap, reeling you back up and enfolding your arms around his neck.

It was the first time that night that you’ve taken more control, holding him so close, refusing to take a breath, content to pass out from the passionate kiss.

Satoru’s hands roamed your back freely, squeezing the muscle and skin that you didn’t mind the pinch of his nails when he held too tight.

But it was him that broke away and together you pulled his shirt off, leaving a split-second to be apart before reconnecting like magnets.

Making out with him was natural, something you had done enough times, hesitation was nowhere to be seen. And as the passion ramped up, testing your limits, everything continued to feel right with Satoru. The slide of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth on your lip. You wanted more, scratching along his shoulders to convey that.

“You gonna mark me, baby?” Satoru said between kisses. “You want everyone to know I’m yours? Mark me, scratch me, whatever you want, I’ll always be yours.”

A shaky gasp pulled from your throat, the ember in your stomach crackling at the statement. And so, your nails dug into his flesh, raking down the backs of his shoulders, your ownership carved into strong muscle.

He hissed, moving to your neck, chuckling as his hands swept along your back. “That’s it, make me yours. Because I’m going to make you mine.” Teeth sank into your neck, tongue swirling along the skin, feeling the rush of blood gather there.

You scraped his back again, your own teeth biting into his shoulder, an exchange of primal possession.

Satoru’s mouth left your neck with a pop! as he stood up. It wasn’t even a matter of effort to carry you, so graceful within the few steps he took before he seated you on a different spot along the bed.

Your back hit the headrest, knees bent and spread as Satoru kissed you again. You were quick to catch him before he pulled away, cupping his face to continue kissing him.

Satoru breathed a laugh, letting you steal as many kisses as you desired until you needed some air. “I’m here,” he said, staring at you with pure adoration. Had you been on your feet, you would have swooned.

Fingers hooked into the top of your jeans.

Satoru stilled, eyes on you. “These are coming off.” Although it was a command, you knew it was permissive. While Satoru had the reins, you had the power to take them back at any time.

You wouldn’t dream of it. Goosebumps scattered all over your bare skin, hardening your nipples in anticipation. You nodded your consent.

Like with the removal of your bra, Satoru kept his stare locked with yours, never flitting away as he dragged your jeans and panties off your legs.

You shivered again to be naked, the first time in front of Satoru, and as he held your gaze, and leaned closer to kiss you, every drop of blood warmed back up.

Finally, Satoru pushed off, gaze dipping at the center of your thighs.

Even on the bed, on his knees, you felt so small compared to him. You watched his expression darken slowly like the phase of the moon and silent as night.

His hands took your knees and pulled you apart wide, spreading you out for his attention.

You were so wet, you averted your gaze, something Satoru was quick to notice.

“Ah-ah. Don’t get shy on me,” he teased. “Don’t you want to watch me ravish your beautiful pussy?”

Always charismatic, the vulgarity dripped like honey in Satoru’s voice. He could say the filthiest thing to you and you’re sure it’d fill you up like a mouthful of sugar.

Satoru’s lips curved like a fiend, and he could tell that you liked him talking dirty. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He lowered his face. “And I knew when you’d let me, that your pussy would be so wet and ready for me taste.”

You had envisioned this moment yourself, in various scenarios. But nothing compared to the sight between your spread thighs, held in a strong grip. Blue eyes swallowed in lust and Satoru’s beautiful face leveled with your pussy.

On instinct, you spread yourself more open with Satoru’s aid.

“Can this be mine?” A tender kiss to your clit had you nodding your head quickly.

“Yes,” you stuttered. “Yes, Satoru, it’s yours, I’m yours.”

He smiled, kissing you there again and again until you whined, sliding down the headrest, pussy chasing after his mouth.

Satoru lifted you back up by your spread legs. He kissed your forehead and then was back between your thighs, arms holding you open and diving his tongue deep into you.

A sharp hiss slipped past gritted teeth. Satoru’s tongue moved and stretched you open.

“Look at me,” he growled.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed, reeling from the initial contact. And the look on Satoru’s face had you spellbound.

Moisture shining on his lips, split by an impish smirk.

“Don’t look away from me,” he said. “Just keep these pretty legs spread open so I can make you gush on my mouth.”

You’re not given a moment to respond, bucking your hips and moaning to be reunited with Satoru’s mouth.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer as he greedily ate you out. “Satoru—ah!”

He pulled you wider apart, a pleasant strain in your inner thighs bloomed. You didn’t care if you cramped up, you’d gladly stay like this.

His mouth moved to suck on your clit, pinning you with his stare, sharp enough to prick your resolve.

“Satoru, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t falter, didn’t stop, didn’t hurry, kept the pace at the perfect languid flow that had your thighs quiver, a gasp rising from your chest, and your release spilling onto Satoru’s mouth.

A dark moan was heard from between your legs, and as you blinked away the stars from your vision. Satoru’s eyes had rolled back, slurping up your mess, a potion meant for him.

The muscles in your thighs had numbed at some point, and the blood slowly trickled back when Satoru set them to rest on the bed.

You had sank deeper, head and shoulders on the headrest, and your back now dipped into the mattress.

A delicate hand brushed along your jaw, and Satoru’s shadow spilled over you.

“Delicious,” he said into your lips. “So, fucking delicious.”

You let him take the lead, still recovering from your orgasm, the muscles in your thighs still asleep.

“Do you want to stop here?”

This brought you back to life and you blinked up at him with wide eyes.

Satoru chuckled, kissing your hairline. “Aren’t you cute? One orgasm isn’t enough for you, huh?”

You swallowed, shaking your head, and then pulled him in for another heated kiss.

Satoru obliged, spoiling your lips, your jaw, and neck, talking and teasing through it all. He breathed your name. “Tell me. What else baby? Because I have an idea.”

You smiled, humming to feel his fingers play with your wet heat.

“It involves this pretty thing again.” Satoru slapped your folds, flicking your clit. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

You bucked your hips up in answer.

“Should I make you guess?”

Another buck of your hips and another light smack to your pussy.

“I fucking love the way you respond to me,” Satoru said, rewarding you with a finger slipping inside of you. “The pretty sounds you make.”

You released a long hum, filling Satoru’s ear with your appreciation. “Another Satoru, please.”

“Of course, baby,” he said, another finger joining the other. “I’ll give you anything you want. I could never deny you.” He pumped his fingers, drowning them in your slick. “You feel amazing like this. So wet and ready for me.”

You whined, nodding again, desperate, and needy. You’ve been starved for too long, you had never felt more ready than you do now.

“Are you sure?” Satoru husked.

“Yes, yes.” Licking your lips, you found your voice. “I want you, Satoru.”

And your heart warmed to see his eyes light up behind the dark lust, a voltage sparking with the familiar tenderness.

He lifted off a little, to undo his belt and remove his jeans. He dragged everything off, including his boxers and your mouth fell open in a low moan.

Erect, endowed, thick, with a beautiful vein dipping along the shaft. Your pussy fluttered, aching to be filled.

Satoru took your hips, pulling you lower so that your head laid flat on the bed. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

You nodded as he fell forward, the tip of his dick nudging your entrance. Even that felt big, but you refused to deny yourself of the chance to have him fill you up.

Satoru brought your hands above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, blue eyes pouring into your gaze. You understood and nodded once more. His lips kissed you the same moment his dick pushed forward.

Together you hummed, delirious from the contact.

“You’re…perfect,” Satoru breathed, slowly sinking deeper.

“Oh…” The stretch was addictive. “Satoru…you feel so good.”

“If you like that,” Satoru said, playful. “There’s more of me waiting.”

Inch by inch, Satoru buried deeper, and you don’t know how much more there’d be. But you didn’t care. You’d accommodate all of him, the man that you waited so long for. You could survive waiting a little more.

Thankfully, there was no need because his hips met yours and a moment past like that, connected like two puzzle pieces that finally found each other.

“Are you alright?” Satoru asked, squeezing your hands.

“I am. Are you?”

He grinned. “I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing I feel right now.” He kissed you, hungry, his restraint withering by the second.

Like how he refused to deny you, you weren’t going to deny him.

“Satoru, please, move.” You laughed.

The slide of his dick as it pulled out had you whimpering from the sudden emptiness. It was short-lived because Satoru pushed back in, moving in a pace that matched a sunrise, a slow burn, but every second worthwhile.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Satoru thrusted a little faster. “Let me be greedy like that, yeah?” He strained a laugh. “You okay, baby?”

You gasped. “Yes.”

His rhythm quickened, punctuated with a kiss to your lips. “I’m yours, okay? And you’re mine.”

“Yes, Satoru.” You held onto his hands tighter, reveling in him doing the same, crushing them into the mattress.

His thrusts were needy, fast, urgent. “I love the way you feel,” he grunted around a smile. “Every part of you is perfect.”

He released your hand to rub your clit, reigniting every sensitive nerve.

You whimpered, bringing your free hand to hold onto his, rubbing your clit together as stars burst into your sights again.

“That’s it.” Satoru pumped faster now, you could feel his dick pulsing with urgency, and his words clipped. “Knew you’d need a second orgasm. That’s—what I’m here for. To spoil you, and to worship this—beautiful soul of yours. I—”

A low groan cut Satoru’s ramblings, echoing in the room, filling the air with his release, and a warmth spreading along your walls.

“Fuck…” Satoru breathed deeply, blue eyes glossed over, and a lopsided grin spread on his face before he kissed you like he had done a million times already. “Oh baby—that was—phenomenal—you’re—fucking—perfect.”

The affirmations were strewn along your face and neck with such enthusiasm, the tickle of his lips had you squirming and laughing.

He pulled back with the same grin and dived back to your neck to pepper more kisses there, stealing more laughs.

“Satoru!” You wriggled underneath him.

“Hm? You don’t want me kissing you anymore?” he teased, nosing your neck. “I’m not done spoiling you yet.”

Eventually, he relented, opting to roll you over so that you were lying on his chest. His hand trailed up your back, fingertip spinning lazy circles onto your shoulder.

“How’d you feel?” Satoru filled the silence as he always did.

Relieved, satisfied, happy. It had been a long personal journey for you. The initial jitters had melted away, and it was all thanks to the patient man that held you close to his heart.

“I feel good.” You craned your head to look at him.

He smiled, taking the back of your head, and pulling you in for a long, heated kiss, foreshadowing what he said next. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.” ☻

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dorims · 1 month

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I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).

gif creds @/cassandrahoward

pairing. roman roy x reader

wc. ~700

genre. fluff

just a morning before work with roman roy

tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)

a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!

“I have a what?”

You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.

“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel.

“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“

“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards.

It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm.

“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.”

“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you.

He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him.

Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.

“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar.

“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.

“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“

“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”

He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”

You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had.

You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought.

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qutiesquish · 1 year

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“Cliché”

Headcannons᯽ Incorrect Quotes᯽

Authors Words: I love this man sm and I tried to do something for him, please don’t judge me I can’t write HCs

Word Count: 1687

Character(s): Xavier Thorpe

Pronouns: none used(masc coded)

Warning(s): both the reader and Xavier fall under the multisexual umbrella, not only is this “friends to rivals to lovers” trope but it’s also an “idiots in love but in denial” trope(yw), not proof read

⚰︎ You and Xavier were once best friends, you mainly got along due to you both being able to manipulate stuff, him drawings and you Shadows

⚰︎ However you both winded up falling for the Wednesday Addams, and you both being best friends quite easily caught onto the others feelings for the alternative girl

⚰︎ Though neither of you physically or verbally fought over her, you both definitely had some kind of mental arguments and created tense atmospheres whenever the two over you were around the other to the point it could be cut with a guillotine

⚰︎ What neither of you seemed to notice however was that you both definitely started to catch feeling for each other after being ditched by Wednesday(for Tyler) on more than one occasion, together

⚰︎ Specifically on Outreach day at Weathervane where you both were (unfortunately) to work together for the whole day and practically get rejected by your shared love interest at the same time

Picking up dirty mugs off one of the boothed tables and wiping it down you had caught the voice of your EX best friend.

Eyeing a glance to see what he was doing you found him in the middle of a conversation with Wednesday. That would simply not slide with you. So taking your wet rag and leaning next to your old friend you join in.

“Oh yeah? You want-“

“Oh hey Wednesday.” You said, quickly cutting Xavier off. “You want a Kaffee or something?”

You caught a glance of Xavier side eyeing you but you just brushed him off and kept smiling. However Xavier decided to add to your comment with his own. Seemingly dragging himself back into the conversation you tried to overtake.

“It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” He said, to which you nodded in agreement. Sure you didn’t want him to be a part of this conversation but he definitely was right. The best part of this assignment was the free coffee.

“I’m actually here for Tyler.” Wednesday said to which you crossed your arms and scoffed at.

“I told you he was bad news.” Xavier replied verbally.

“Twice, from both of you.” She said flatly. “But who I speak to is my business.” She continued before ringing the bell.

Your face scrunched at the annoying ding but brushed it off as Tyler came out from the back.

“You rang?” Tyler said.

Wednesday looked at you and Xavier as if asking you both to leave them. Both you and the brunette scoffed before you grabbed Xavier’s forearm.

“Come on Xav.” You said as you dragged him away in the other direction.

Xavier pulled his arm out of your grasp and looked at you in disbelief. “Xav?” You couldn’t tell if he was offended, hurt or something else. “Really?”

“What?” You replied, questioning him before you paused, finally processing what you did.

“Whatever. Get back to work, Thorpe.” You turned on your heel and went back to wiping tables, now feeling some kind of pit in your stomach for the rest of the day.

⚰︎ After that things pretty much stayed as they were

⚰︎ You did get pretty jealous when Wednesday asked Xavier to the Rave’N dance, but for some reason you couldn’t exactly tell who you were jealous of and just winded up avoiding anything to do with the Rave’N dance altogether

⚰︎ Only after the Rave’N dance did you find out that Xavier and Wednesday didn’t go together and you felt relief flood throughout you

⚰︎ However after that you did start skipping any and all classes you had with Xavier and Wednesday, because you felt that put in your stomach from your Weathervane assignment all over again

⚰︎ You only ever showed up to class for any possible tests and to pick up class work you missed, other then that you isolated yourself in your dorm and gave the silent treatment to your vampire roommate if they ever tried to ask about what was happening with you

⚰︎ Quite literally, you disappeared into the shadows of your guys dorm room until they stopped questioning you or they left

⚰︎ That continued all the way until Xavier was arrested for supposedly being the monster(that you managed to find out is called a Hyde due to your roommate)

⚰︎ Though due to you knowing Xavier for as long as you have and how you were both practically attached to the hip before the whole Wednesday thing, you knew damn well you would’ve been dragged into the whole thing way before Wednesday even showed up, therefore automatically telling you Xavier was innocent

⚰︎ However you were confident that Xavier was not the Hyde monster, you couldn’t help but feel slightly betrayed due to you anxiety and insecurities eating you up and telling you that you’re only saying he’s innocent cause he’s your best friend

You laid on your back facing the roof, headphones over your beanie blasting music as your head swarmed with thoughts.

Was Xavier really the Hyde?

Was it because of Wednesday? Is that why he didn’t tell you? No, the monster had been around before her and the whole Wednesday crush thing.

Could he have just not trusted you with his secret?

Were you not trustworthy?

You wouldn’t have told on him, he was your best friend. So why wouldn’t he have trusted you?

Were you a bad friend?

⚰︎ After sitting like that for an hour or so you told yourself to “man up” and decided to go and find out if you or your anxieties were right, which was pretty easy for you to sneak out of a Nevermore and into the police station due to you being able to manipulate shadows

⚰︎ You remember the whole night as if it was yesterday

⚰︎ You remember sitting next to his cell and asking him questions that he answered

⚰︎ And him and you both sitting on opposite sides of his cell back to back holding hands as you both cried and apologized to one another

⚰︎ You remember all of it

⚰︎ You also very much remember him pulling your hand through the bars and kissing up your arm as far as he could while saying “sorry” before you had to disappear into the shadows before one of the deputies walked in

⚰︎ You also remember after the whole crackstone thing where you had thanked Wednesday for taking an arrow for Xavier because “he’s an idiot”

⚰︎ And how she immediately went to asking if you and Xavier were a thing

⚰︎ You and Xavier were practically dating after the whole night in the police department and didn’t even realize until then

⚰︎ (That was just something you both laughed about after though, alongside both of your guy’s old crushes on Wednesday)

⚰︎ After you guys came to terms that you both liked one another everything had practically gone back to they way it was before, just you guys being more than friends this time

⚰︎ Though one thing didn’t change however

⚰︎ And that was your guys rivalry

⚰︎ Everything was a competition and or a fight now

⚰︎Examples:

➣

You, in a whiny voice: “Xav I’m tireddd.”

Xavier, in a mocking voice: “Xav I’m tired.”

➢

Xavier would always answer (basically) all your questions and requests with a “no” before actually answering/fulfilling your request(s).

You: “Hug me.”

Xavier: “clingy much?”

Xavier: *hugs you anyways*

➣

You’ll both wind up fighting over who can eat faster anywhere at anytime. You could be having dinner with both your families and friends and still wind up scarfing down all your food to beat the other.

Xavier: *eating quickly so he can go draw*

You: *eats just as fast so you can listen to music*

Both: *Glaring across the table as you both scarf down food trying to clear your plate before the other*

➢

Xavier: “I can’t believe we fell in love. We literally became the Rivals to Lovers trope irl.”

You, smirking: “Who doesn’t live a good cliche?”

➣

Xavier: “Hey, you want some leftovers?”

You: “What's that?”

Xavier: “You've never had leftovers???”

You: “No, because I'm not a quitter.”

Xavier: “… that’s a fucking lie.”

You: “Fuck off and die.”

Xavier: “Bet.”

You: “Wait no-“

Xavier, Smirking:

You: “I hate you.”

Xavier: “Good.”

➢

You: “I live to spite you.”

Xavier: “Then why are we married?”

You: “To ruin your life, duh.”

➣

Xavier gets up an hour earlier just so he can say he brushed his teeth first.

Now you both go to bed at eight and wake up around 3:40 just to beat the other.

➢

You: “I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.”

Xavier: “10 times 0 is still 0 though.”

You: “Jokes on you, I can't do math.”

Xavier:

➣

You: “Three words. Say them and I‘ll buy dinner.”

Xavier: “Three words.”

You:

➢

Xavier: “Okay, help me with this drawing… please.”

You: “Got two words for you.”

Xavier: “I bet they won't be helpful.”

You, with a close eyed smile: “Your problem.”

Xavier: “I was right.”

➣

He also does his best to remember dates just so he can pull shit like this:

You: “Can you please be serious for five minutes?”

Xavier: “My record is four, but I think I can do it.”

You: “Why am I dating you?”

Xavier, smiling: “Because you said “I love you” first.”

You:

You: “Did I?”

Xavier:

Xavier: “March 2nd at—“

You: “jeez okay fine just shut up.”

Xavier, smirking:

You: “I hate you.”

Xavier: “Keep telling yourself that.”

➢

He would probably give you his left kidney with absolutely zero questions but won’t give you his phone charger even if his phone is at like 70%

➣

Trivial matters trip both of you up and you both being stubborn, wind up arguing over said matters.

You: “who’s turn is it to do the dishes?”

Xavier:

Xavier:: “ I think it’s yours.”

You: “But I did them yesterday.”

Xavier: “No you most definitely did not.”

You: “Did too!”

Xavier: “Did not!—“

And it continues.

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OKAY SO for the record store listening parties there was some prerecorded commentary by patrick and i don't remember all of what he said but i'm gonna try and list everything i can remember for those who didn't/couldn't make it! there will be NO ALBUM SPOILERS in this post other than to say it's really really really fucking good and i can't wait to shove the whole thing down my facehole properly when it comes out next week.

it wasn't a track by track commentary but there were a couple breaks between songs for him to talk and this is what i recall best:

when introducing the album patrick did the whole "so like, i know we're supposed to say we're proud of it. but we ARE. it was a group effort and i hope you guys like it :)"

before "hold me like a grudge" he said went on a big long ramble about "okay so i KNOW i said that other side was the last song we wrote before the record was done but that was actually wrong. this song was the last one to be added because i was driving home and i got a text of some lyrics from pete and i started writing the song at stoplights DONT DO THIS BY THE WAY and by the time i got home the song was done in my head DO NOT DO THIS DO NOT WRITE WHILE YOU DRIVE and then i called neal and said can we please please please add this one please and he said sure"

he kept punctuating this story with "DON'T FUCKING DO THIS I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS DONT WRITE WHILE YOU DRIVE PLEASE"

the point is that hold me like a grudge was the last song to make the album though

there was one track, i won't spoil which one, where he said he worked super hard to play all the brass parts in the studio and then after he got done doing that they got an Actual Orchestra to play the brass parts and it was like professionals doing this at their studio and patrick was like "well. all right then!!!!"

another track (again, not saying which) had a piano part that he played and was really nervous about but he said neal got the best possible performance out of him!

there was one track he called his baby that he fought extra hard to keep on the record and i DON'T remember which one EDIT: It was "what a time to be alive"!!

during one song (i can't recall which) he talks about how andy had to switch drumkits mid-song specifically to go harder on certain sections

there was one song where he talked about how it was written before the pandemic but it ended up being weirdly clairvoyant lyrically. only he says that it was very "prescient" and then stumbles over the word "prescient" and confesses he doesn't know how it's pronounced because he's only seen and read it in print.

after the record was done he was like "so that was the record! and i hope you guys liked it. and if you didn't then um we have other records that you can listen to. instead. if you want to."

also a long ramble about how grateful he was for the fans and how it means the world that they can inspire anyone at all. he said that pete says it all the time but it's still true that the fans are everything to them. he mentioned not ever getting used to being a real big band like this and if he can do it then anyone can. "if my stupid face can make it on a teen magazine then so can yours!"

anyway bottom line patrick is a fucking nerd and it was so so so endearing to hear him talk about this record

if anyone remembers anything else that he said that i left out feel free to add but please no spoilers for the album itself! you can make your own posts for that and i just wanted to give a rundown for people who weren't able to attend a listening party <3

#*making poasts #i dont think i mentioned anything that they havent already talked abt in interviews or previewed on social media!#the album is so good tho. oh my god. my god. its so good.

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blues824 · 1 year

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Ahhh ignore the first ask, I forgot to add one more person...

I saw the requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write Neige, Kalim, Vil, Leona and Malleus a Pure Vanilla Cookie based reader? With the whole ancient cookie and healing thing, like the whole shebang even the staff that only closes it's eyes when PV opens his and vice versa, only if you want to of course feel free to ignore this ask

I downloaded the game last year and I am obsessed. They are cookies… why do I like the concept so much??

Also, Happy Birthday again! This time it’s from my time zone!

Leona Kingscholar

You reminded him of his brother, and it annoyed him at first. He thought the whole kindness thing was a facade or a mask to hide your true dark intentions. Yeah, he was humbled real quick when he saw how you always kindly and patiently reminded Ace and Deuce to make smart decisions.

He did get to experience a slightly more rebellious side to you because you opted to skip a few classes along with him because they were “boring without him”. His pride swelled as he held you in his arms, napping the day away.

Leona was used to seeing staff members around a reigning monarch. What he wasn’t used to was your staff making sure they closed their eyes when you opened yours. You told him that he didn’t have to follow the rule as your significant other, and he had to admit that you calling him that made his ego soar.

When he overblotted, you wept as you fought against him. You were overcome with the guilt that you weren’t there for him enough. Later, in the recovery room, your lion reassured you that his overblot had nothing to do with you. As you cried, the Prince of the Sunset Savannah held you close to his chest, silently consoling you.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture [you] and this picture [Kalim].”

“They’re the same picture.” -Blues824, 2023

You both were the most positive people on campus. You built off of each other’s energy. The only difference was that you were a tad more responsible when it came to helping Scarabia than Kalim was. After all, you had experience in running a kingdom.

He is very sad when he sees you skipping classes because now he would miss you very much since you wouldn’t be there next to him. Unfortunately, since he needs to be setting a good example for his dorm, he won’t follow you.

His family is rich and highly influential, right? However, he is not royalty. So you have a lot more staff than he does, and some of your closest servants came with you to NRC. He was surprised to see them closing their eyes as you opened yours. You must be very important in your homeland (totally like you aren’t the reigning monarch).

When Jamil overblotted, everyone could hear you weep because you were separated from Kalim. Even the Vice Housewarden felt his heartstrings tug at themselves, but you then proceeded to beat his ass. When you both reunited, Kalim showered your face in soft kisses to reassure you that he was alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You reminded him of Neige, and so he hated you at first. However, you never sought after fame and would always try to put Vil in the spotlight. Honestly, he then saw you as someone to confide in. He would go to you when the pressure got to be too much.

He disapproves of you skipping classes and will often reprimand you since not only were you the reigning monarch of your kingdom, but also a fellow Housewarden. He didn’t approve of Leona doing it, and since you were his significant other he definitely was not okay with it.

His fans would do what your staff does: worship you, forfeit all their mortal possessions, and even close their eyes when you open yours. They would lay down their lives for you, and his fans would do that for him as well. They all do it on their own will too.

When he overblotted, the Vil trapped within the ink wanted to hold you as you cried tears of despair. Unfortunately, you understood what you needed to do, and proceeded to pack him up like you were going on a royal holiday. It was in the infirmary where he rejoiced in finally being able to have you in his arms again.

Neige Leblanche

“They’re the same picture” -Blues824, 2023, Part 2

You both are the same freaking person… the only difference is that you aren’t naïve. As a ruler, you weren’t allowed to have the luxury of ignorance, while Neige was famous for his naïvety. It wasn’t fit for a monarch, and therefore you weren’t put under that category.

You both go to different schools, but when he hears from a little cat in the wind that you skip classes, he is upset. Didn’t you know that this could harm your academic record and even cause controversy within your kingdom? If you couldn’t even attend classes, how would you be able to

He loves his fans just as much as you love your subjects, and the two are a lot alike in that they would do pretty much anything for either of you. Since you became his significant other, his fans became your fans and your subjects became his subjects. Poor boy didn’t understand why the staff were closing their eyes as he opened his.

He remembers one time where you both were actually able to see each other off campus, and you both met in the forest. Neige held you and wiped your tears as you went on and on about how the overblots were taking an emotional toll on you. You hated seeing your friends like this, and your boyfriend hated seeing you so distressed.

Malleus Draconia

You both understood each other on a very personal level, and it pained the both of you to know that. Malleus has been raised to be able to inherit the throne of the Briar Valley, while you were already on the throne of the Vanilla Kingdom.

I think he’s pretty indifferent towards your skipping classes. He won’t follow you because he knows that he will be scolded for it by his retainers, but you do you. He will offer you help if you missed an important lesson, but you seemed to already know the material very well.

You cannot tell me that Sebek wouldn’t do the exact same thing to Malleus as your staff do to you, and I will die on this hill. Malleus notices how your servants only have their eyes open when yours are closed, and it’s the same the other way around. When they start doing it for him as well, it serves as a kind of reassurance that he is accepted as the co-ruler of your kingdom.

The dragon fae sees how fighting all the overblots are affecting you, and he will try to take it easy so that he doesn’t fall victim to the ink. He will serve as your anchor in the violent sea of emotional despair, and he will hold you close when it gets to be too much. He will always be there to dry your tears, and witness you beat the shit out of the victims.

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So, @azealiax asked for an explanation about the Monza incident (and then Singapore) in Charlos lore. I'm trying to rack my brain with all of it, and I'll just bullet point the important parts of it. If anyone needs to add anything feel free to reblog this and correct me if I'm wrong. I'm going to be talking about how the press took that Monza podium but I can't recall where the bad press came from (I think it was british) so if anyone else needs to add anything, you're free to do so!

Carlos did pole. It was amazing and the Tifosi were roaring with excitement.

During the race, Carlos' car ate the tyres because he was defending from Checo. (Who ended up passing him and he got stuck with P3) (Max P1, Checo P2, Carlos P3, Charles P4)

Ferrari pitted Charles near the end of the race, giving him priority over the pole-sitter (Carlos) which rubbed many people the wrong way (at least Carlos' fans were miffed about it)

Since Charles had better and newer rubber, he took the fight to Carlos near the end of the race.

The fighting on track was on the limit, and they almost collided a few times, but, to be honest, it was an amazing fight and at least Charles sounded like he was having a lot of fun fighting Carlos.

Carlos defended beautifully but his tyres were gone by the middle point of the fight. So he asked for team orders, which Ferrari ignored and just said "fight but no risk" (basically don't take each other out pls but let's give tifosi a show)

Carlos kept defending until the end and remained on P3, so basically he earned that podium bc he fought for it really hard.

Some announcers (and some press) said that Ferrari put the wrong car on that podium. (Implying Carlos didn't deserve it but Charles did)

Some fans (Carlos') took that fight really badly. And so did Carlos' mother, who liked a tweet about Charles having no honor.

Charles cheekily responded liking a tweet from a fan that posted a picture of his win at Monza 2019 with the caption "honor"

Still, when he got out of the car, Charles looked elated. Like, he'd never behaved like that. He was so happy, playing around, teasing Fred, answering questions about the fight and saying he had done it for the tifosi to give them a little bit of a show.

Carlos was rattled, of course, but he seemed to be fine by the end of the race and happy to had fought Charles on the limit. They both gave similar replies to the press, that it was a fun fight, on the limit, and they were never at any point near collision (which didn't seem like it from the espectator point of view but you do you, boo)

Monza is basically a Ferrari ground, so to see a Ferrari driver on the podium was mayhem. They chanted Carlos' name the entire time and were pretty damn happy about Carlos' P3 (even though some Charles-solo-stans made it seem like they weren't happy about Carlos getting that P3, but we have video proof that they were damn near about to drown out everything from the podium that didn't have anything to do with Carlos with their screams and their chants. They even chanted Carlos' name during the national anthems and drowned them out so much that the TV people had to mute the microphones to keep that from feeding into the streams)

As an add-on, Carlos' birthday was around this weekend.

The thing is that well, the whole bad press-Carlos' mom-fans reaction thing kind of rubed off on the drivers. There was some unmistakeable tension between them the week after this race. So much so, that, during the fan forum the week after (Singapore), someone had asked about liking your teammate (with the mortal enemies Esteban and Pierre right next to them) and Carlos replied that he really did like his teammate, with Charles looking visibly relieved. Of course this is mere speculation on their body language, but it was... iffy. To say the least.

Then comes Singapore. And this is the run-down of what happened:

Carlos gets pole position again

Charles decides to help defend him from Russell who was P2 (it was his own idea, nothing to do with Ferrari strategy at all) and he starts the race on soft tyres. Charles was P3, and he overtook George, getting P2 early on the race.

Max starts the race along the back because he got screwed over during Q2 I think, but the fact is, he started the race P11.

Checo started P13 and had contact with Yuki.

There was a yellow flag in which the Red Bulls didn't pit, so they had older hard tyres which made them vulnerable to the Mercedes.

The Red Bulls were able to reclaim P5 (Max) and P8 (Checo) during the race.

Charles had a fumble in the pits and was passed by the Mercedes (he was P3 and dropped to P5 because of it)

Lando managed to pass everyone and he found himself in P2

At the end of the race, Carlos decided to use a DRS strategy to keep Lando on his tail to defend himself from the Mercedes drivers, who had newer tyres. This way, Lando had to defend his position thus defending Carlos' P1 in the process.

Whenever he'd get too far ahead Lando he'd drop a few seconds time and got closer again.

Final lap: Russell clips the wall and crashes so Hamilton overtakes him.

Carlos led the entirety of the race and showed a brilliant mind and strategy defending with Norris.

It was his second ever win after the British GP in 2022

This was the only race not won by Red Bull the whole year

Fan speculation (based on a very ridiculous comment from Russell, I'm guessing after he saw Charles was on soft tyres) led everyone to believe that "Ferrari had sacrificed Leclerc". The fact is, he had a fumble in the pits and lost his P2 to Norris at some point, so he stayed behind. In any case, he seemed okay with Carlos' win, they even hugged after the race and it was actually a very cute interaction. He was, understandibly, angry that the pit timing had cost him a P2, so people were just talking about him being angry after losing to his teammate two races in a row.

You just have to take into account that some fans like to pit them against each other constantly, but they've never had any public falling out or anything that could lead anyone to believe there's bad blood between them.

In any case, this was Monza and Singapore 2023. As I said if anyone needs to add anything else from the charlos lore archives, feel free to do so.

#charlos #carlos sainz jr #not tagging charles because i don't want to revive old grudges #azealiax #vic talks #singapore gp 2023 #monza gp 2023

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riitah · 1 year

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[chocolate kisses] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gojo satoru is your best friend, and always will be. nothing more, nothing less. despite you having rejected him years ago, there was no awkward tension between the two of you. in fact, to everyone else, it seemed as if you two were already a thing well before gojo had said anything. holding hands, sharing sweets, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders – these were things couples did, no?

yeah, but everything was strictly platonic. from your viewpoint, anyway.

but lately, you’ve been getting this strange sensation near your chest whenever the two of you decided to do something that required physical contact. and these beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you didn’t think much of before now put you in a trance whenever he takes off his blindfold.

how could you confess your feelings when you were the one who refused his?

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HONORABLE MENTIONS: special thank-you to my beta readers “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom” and forel :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’ve recently started getting into Jujutsu Kaisen and, though I don’t exactly have a strong romantic attraction to him, Gojo’s been on my mind a lot. After reading several pieces of fanfiction about him, I decided that I wanted to write my own (honestly his personality’s probably gonna be so influenced by them 😭). So enjoy a small oneshot featuring this man, the first work on my blog that isn’t Genshin related.

Also, we’re gonna pretend that the Jujutsu world pumps out daily newspaper articles that only sorcerers can access 😁👍

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You would’ve liked to add “self-proclaimed” in front of it, but there was no denying how powerful your best friend was. Especially after you personally fought him one-on-one.

You scowled and turned off your phone, freeing yourself from having to continue reading the article titled, “Gojo Satoru, the World’s Strongest Jujutsu’s Sorcerer, has Defeated Yet Another High Grade Curse and Saved Millions of Lives!” with his – as much as you hated to admit it – gorgeous face plastered smack in the middle of the screen every few paragraphs. Were all of the exclusive Jujutsu World newsletters and their long-ass titles about him now?

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted from outside the door. Moments later, a certain white-haired individual popped his head into the room, a gleeful smile on his face. “You’re still here! What’re you doing?”

Speak of the devil.

You sighed in response, massaging your right temple as you mentally prepared for another lunch break spent with this man. “Toru, don’t you have anything else to do other than coming here to bother me?”

With an exaggerated gesture, he clamped one of his hands over his chest and tilted his head to one side. “I’m hurt! Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“The day I got assigned to the seat next to you back when we were students at Jujutsu High was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Aw, c’mon, we both know that I made your high school years the most enjoyable!”

He strode into the room – quite indifferently, a sharp contrast to his previous overdramaticized display of sadness – and with him, his intimidating aura. Despite his laidback attitude, he did carry a pinch of…

You squinted at him as he set down a paper bag on the coffee table and plopped down next to you with his legs spread wide as if he was trying to get into your personal space without actually doing so, quietly searching for a word that fit.

“What’s up?” He noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, a smirk resting on his lips. Despite his eyes being covered by the blindfold that he constantly paired with almost all of his outfits (which is…just one), you could tell that there was a teasing glimmer in them right now. “Finally regretting rejecting me? Hm?”

You snorted at the joke that he’s made one too many times, and when he leaned in you lightly pushed against his chest. “You wish. And stop occupying 75% of a couch that’s meant to fit at least three people.”

To this, he closed his legs and scooted closer to you instead. The wood creaked under his weight as he gently pressed against your side.

Your arms resting against each other.

Your breathing syncing.

His head moving to rest on top of yours.

You playfully rolled your eyes and indulged in his intimate behavior like you always did. Only this time – along with the various other times the last few weeks – every touch felt electrifying and sent shivers down your spine.

You pushed these weird sensations aside, entwining his fingers in yours, something you’ve done well over a million times. His hand felt rough, calloused – all from training, you knew. A direct piece of evidence that proved just how much work he put into becoming the best of the best. A direct piece of evidence that proved why he held the title of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and not you.

Biting down a surge of jealousy, you closed your eyes and gently laid your head on his shoulder. Noticing how his posture felt somewhat stiff, you started rubbing invisible circles into the back of his hand – just the way he liked it when he felt stressed.

You heard him exhale, a quiet sound that exited his body with poise and ease. You weren’t sure how anyone could breathe so elegantly, but here he was. And, just as you expected, his body sank lower into the cushioned seats as the tension left it, pulling you backwards.

For several moments, everything felt tranquil. Then, he just had to ruin it with a, “(Y/N), your heartbeat’s accelerating,” the smugness in his tone evident.

You harshly elbowed him and pinched his cheek, pulling on it hard.

“Ow!”

You half expected him to turn on his Infinity, but your fingers remained in contact with his face with no signs of slipping.

“Okay, okay, it didn’t – now will you please let go?”

You released him from your grasp and he rubbed at the spot, which was now red. “You know, if you wanted to touch my face so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“Are you asking for a slap this time, Gojo Satoru?”

“Will that make you stay with me until the end of your break?”

“No, that’ll cost you another five slaps.”

“So mean! My presence should be more than enough to cover for it.”

“Not everyone’s obsessed with you,” you huffed indignantly before readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. “Get that inflated ego of yours checked out.”

He merely chuckled and pulled you closer to him, moving his thumb to the area where your pulse resided. “But are you sure you’re not in love with me? (Y/N)?”

His voice dropped an octave when he drawled out your name. And your chest tightened in a way you couldn’t explain. Without even realizing it, you dug your fingernails into his skin, your breathing shallow.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you managed to say with a shake of your head.

“Keep pressing your sharp fingernails into my hand and I’ll start bleeding.” He laughed, and then, before you could apologize, added, “And I mean, why else would you be reading an article about me?”

“You – you saw that?” you whispered, horrified. Just how long had he been watching you before he made his presence known?

“So you are head over heels for me?”

He was half teasing, and half serious. You didn’t know how you should respond and looked down at your lap.

Seconds lapsed by in silence, but they felt like an eternity. Without alerting you to what he was doing, Gojo slid his blindfold off and shook his head a little.

Then he parted his lips, his voice more sincere than you’ve ever heard it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

And you reluctantly obliged, heart nearly stopping when you met his pretty blue eyes.

His messy hair, now no longer supported by the black piece of fabric, swept over his forehead like a blanket of snow. And his eyes, half lidded as he stared down at you expectantly, sparkled like rare jewels in the dim light.

They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

You wondered if he was just doing this to guide you towards the more favorable answer to his second to last question.

“Please tell me the truth, (Y/N).”

You swallowed thickly, unable to look away. Mesmerized.

Entranced.

The way he said it made you want to give in with a simple “yes.”

“I–you–? I mean–”

When you finally spoke, words tumbled out of your mouth out of order, reducing whatever meaning you meant to put behind them to nothing but a mess of letters.

“I…I think so? I don’t know–”

And Gojo stared at your reddening face all the while, his serious façade breaking as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement.

“Let me ask you this, then.”

He brought his face closer to yours, the distance between the two of you almost enough for the tips of your noses to touch.

“What do you feel when I do this?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his finger slightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Or when I touch you like this?

One warm hand caressed your cheek, a faint scent of chocolate wafting to your nose.

“…giddy,” you mumbled, the proximity and skin contact making you a little dizzy. “And nervous, I suppose.”

His eyes flickered from your (E/C) ones to your lips.

“And what if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?”

The same hand trailed down your jaw until it reached your chin, where it stopped, awaiting your answer.

You didn’t know what sudden wave of confidence washed over you, but the next words that left your mouth weren’t products of a stumbling, stuttering mess.

“I’d let you.”

Without wasting any more time, he closed the remaining distance by bringing his lips to yours.

They were soft – just like you had imagined them to be, if not better – and tasted like chocolate. As he pressed himself against you, you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying every declaration of love he mumbled against your lips.

“You made me wait years for this, you know. Really uncool.”

You giggled when he leaned down to steal another kiss, arms still wrapped around his neck. “I know. Consider it punishment for constantly teasing me for more than an entire decade.”

Your competitive streak didn’t die down, no. But for now, maybe you could see him as something more than just a best friend and rival.

You smiled as you watched him grab the bag he placed on the table earlier and dig into it to hand you your favorite box of chocolates.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and the only one who has your heart.

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hiii saw ur request open!! could you write a cove holden x gn!reader where they get intimate on the beach and coves really shy and embarrassed about it but is lowkey into it (lowkey as in high key and is practically begging for it PUHLEASEE) you can add any other elements you want i’m just laying the ground work!! thank u <33

Sorry it took so long! I fell out of my Our Life obsession but I haven't forgotten everyone in my ask box :)

Moonlit Beach (Cove Holden x GN!reader, 3,400 words, explicit, Cove receiving exclusively)

No where is more sacred than poppy hill, but your shared beach comes in at a close second. Wanting to make more memories with your precious Cove, you manage to get him hidden behind some rocks before giving him some special treatment.

“We’ll be fine, the hotel really isn’t that far, anyways.” Cove held onto your hand as he waved with this other, your parents and Cliff waving back with drunken smiles as they all laughed together. Closing the door, you watched as he leaned against it and sighed heavily.

Kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth, you grinned and whispered quietly, though you were sure no one could hear you through the door and loud chatter, “Wanna go to our spot?” He immediately lit up, grin matching yours.

Walking stealthily off the porch, once you made it to the sidewalk, the both of you took off running, laughing breathlessly as you darted to the beach. As soon as your feet hit sand, both of you took a second to catch your breath. Panting heavily, you took Cove’s hand as you approached the waves.

The weather was perfectly balmy, the salty air coming in off the ocean relaxing your heaving lungs. Taking a deep breath, you sighed contentedly, leaning on Cove’s shoulder. “I love being here with you.” Your voice was soft, causing Cove’s heart to beat just a bit faster.

Swallowing thickly, he idly stroked the inside of his wedding band on his free hand, breathing a soft sigh. Resting his head atop yours, he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent he knew all too well. “I love you.” His own voice was just as soft, and as you tried to pull away to look at him, he tightened his grip on your hand, pressing his forehead against you, “Just a bit longer, just like this, please.”

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him against you. Tightening your hold on his hand, you tried to convey your love to him in your strong grip, holding onto him as if he were the ocean itself, ebbing and flowing constantly.

After a few more moments of silence, Cove finally tugged himself from your grip, taking a few steps towards the shore before bending over and taking off his shoes. He heard your breathless giggle and he quickly turned to look up at you with wide round eyes, “Please don’t.”

Gasping indignantly, you crossed your arms and tried to hide your grin, “I- Cove, please, I wasn’t even going to do anything.” Biting your lip, you fought to keep your giggles to yourself.

However, he obviously wasn’t buying it as he gave you a deadpan look, “You were gonna smack my ass so hard I’d fall into the water. I know you.” When you finally met his eye, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as you giggled. Huffing, he rolled his eyes with a smile as he took off his other shoe, “You act as if we haven’t been together since we were practically in diapers.”

Waiting for him to stand up, you slipped off your own shoes. With his shoes in hand, he took yours and walked a bit further up the beach, setting them down on some rocks. Joining you again, you took his hand in yours and tugged him along.

Sighing, he watched you with stars in his eyes as you splashed in the shallow waves, laughing delightedly. Walking just a bit faster, he quickly rounded on you, dragging you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. Melting into his chest, you looped your arms around his neck, sighing against his mouth.

With practiced ease, you dragged your tongue against his soft lips before slipping into his mouth. Petting his tongue with yours, you licked as much as you could as you squeezed him tighter against you. You faintly heard him whimper over the sounds of the ocean, and you pressed your knee between his legs.

Pulling away, he kept his arms wrapped around you as his head fell back, “Ahh~ we shouldn’t.” Shivering as you kissed his neck, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, tugging gently, “B-Baby, c’mon.”

Considering his protests were as weak as could be, knowing he could easily pull away and stop you, you easily decided to ignore him. Your kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites, marking up his softly tanned skin. Groaning lowly, he couldn’t help but rock against your thigh, turning his head so you could reach more of his neck.

Smacking your lips after admiring the blossoming marks across his perfect skin, you looked up at him while rubbing his chest. “Cove~ can you be a good boy and do what I say?” You watched as he swallowed, feeling your heart race at the simple innocent-enough action. Soon enough, he was nodding, whimpering softly, and your heart kicked into overdrive. Grinning, you took his hand and led him to a few rocks that seemed to be the perfect height for your plans.

Stripping off your shirt, you smirked as you heard him suck in a quick breath. Laying it out for him, you pushed him against the rock, fingertips in the waistband of his jeans, “Take these off.” Shuddering, he slowly unbuttoned them, dragging them down his thick thighs. He looked down at you, and you couldn’t help but to lick your lips slowly before motioning with your hand for him to pull them all the way off.

Blushing heavily, he pushed them down to his ankles, fully exposed in the night air, “We- What if we get caught? We shouldn’t be doing this.” Breathing quickly, his voice was light and airy, making your blood run hotter.

Kneeling down, you looked up at him in what you hoped was a sultry manner, and not as playful as you were feeling. Helping him slip his pants off his ankles, you grinned, “You say that, but it looks like you’re pretty into this, Cove. Look at how hard you are already, I bet you want someone to catch us.” Standing back up, you kissed the underside of his jaw before gently wrapping your hand around his burning half-hard shaft.

Giggling softly, you watched as he trembled, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold your gaze, “F-Fuck, I-” Whimpering, he bucked his hips, feeling himself swell in your palm. Tilting his head back, he moaned loudly. You smiled softly, kissing the column of his neck and stroking his stiffening cock. “Do you think- ahh! That anyone’s g-gonna come down here?” His voice trembled, but you had other suspicions for why that may be rather than his concern for someone catching the both of you.

Sighing condescendingly, you leaned in closer so your lips were pressed against the shell of his ear, “You’re right... I’d hate for anyone to get to see this gorgeous, fat cock of yours.” He whined loudly at your words, and with a heated kiss to his lobe, you dropped down to your knees in the soft sand, “Better make sure you’re all covered up~”

He clapped a hand over his mouth, brows knitting up as you took the tip of his shaft into your mouth, licking lazily. Shivering in your grip, the hand that wasn’t keeping him quiet slipped to hold the back of your head. You huffed softly, knowing Cove better than he knew himself, inwardly laughing at how easily you got him to give into you.

Dipping lower, you dragged your tongue against the underside of him, tracing his veins and puffing for air when you could as you sucked him off. His panting was audible even behind his hand, but it wasn’t enough for you.

Glaring up at him through your lashes, you took him deeper into your mouth, feeling him reach the back of your tongue. As you bobbed a bit, mentally preparing to deep throat him, you cupped his package in your hand while gripping his thigh in the other.

Squeezing and rolling him in your palm, you watched as he shuddered, moaning and gasping behind his hand. Miffed that he was keeping his sounds of pleasure - that you were giving him - all to himself, you squeezed him tighter and lightly pressed your teeth to his cock. “Ahh! Fuck!” Curling forward, he pressed down on your head while the other moved from his mouth to grab at your hand on his thigh. “Oh god, fuck, I won’t- I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop.”

His voice was desperate, and you realized in the back of your mind that he was very into this, more than you had originally thought, which was already a lot. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his thigh before taking him all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Nuzzling his seafoam curls, you gagged as he bucked against you.

Head thrown back, he couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of you. The hot and wet feeling of your throat squeezing him as you struggled to swallow around him. “Baby~ fuck~” His shoulders shook as you kept him there for a moment longer before pulling back. He sighed as the pressure eased up a bit, eyes fluttering open as he looked down at you, hand petting through the hair atop your head.

Pulling off of him, you couldn’t help but blush at the lovestruck gaze he had on you. Licking from base to tip, you dipped down to lick at his heavy and straining package. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Cove. How badly do you wanna cum in my mouth?” You sucked on his package, humming as he nearly choked on his breath. Popping off of him, you smiled as you stroked feather light touches across his aching cock, “Or maybe you wanna blow your load all over the sand. Let someone find it and know what a filthy boy you are, getting off in such a public area like some kinda deviant.”

Groaning, he blushed heavily and bit his lip, nodding. Grinning, you took him back into your mouth, not bothering with teasing him anymore. You sucked tight around him, taking him deep in your throat before pulling back, making it as messy as you could, knowing it would drive him wild.

The hand against the back of your head grabbed your hair tightly as he started bucking into you. With a choked gasp, you pressed your hands to his thighs, whimpering as you let him take the lead. He was gasping and panting above you, eyes watching you closely as he fucked your mouth. “S-So fucking good for me, sucking me so fucking- ahh!” Moaning loudly, he curled forward just a bit tighter, tummy feeling taunt as he thrust into you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him take you for his own pleasure, basking in his whimpers and cries. With a harsh gasp, he tossed his head back, “Fuck! Gonna cum, so fucking close-” Groaning, his nails bit into you slightly as one hand shoved your shoulder back, feeling himself slip easily from your mouth. “Touch me, please!”

He didn’t need to beg for your hand to immediately wrap around him, pumping him tight and fast. He cried out at your grip, almost hurting his already throbbing cock, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon Cove, blow your hot load all over our beach, baby.” He whined at such a high pitch, you worried it might wake up some of the neighborhood dogs.

Gasping, his hips jerked with your movements until he shivered and groaned, cum spilling onto the sand below the both of you. Pressing your cheek to his thigh, you eased up but not without making sure you got every drop from him. Using your mouth, you cleaned up what was left before popping off gently as he whimpered from overstimulation.

Your voice was soft as you praised him gently, “Good boy, Cove. I knew you could do it. My sweet boy.” He whined at your whispered words, looking down at you with big eyes. Standing up slowly, you sighed and nuzzled your nose with his, “I love you, Cove.” He gave you a dopey grin in return, kissing you softly before whispering it back to you against your lips.

With a smirk, you ran your hands down his sides, “You know~ I have a little something in my pocket~” He swallowed thickly, looking down at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle with a grin splitting your face. Kissing the side of his neck, you bit into the soft skin, sucking tightly. Hearing him cry out, one hand flying up to the back of your neck, you let go of him.

Gripping his hips, you whispered hotly against his ear, “Turn around.” He blushed heavily, nodding obediently. You sighed happily as you dragged your hands over his back before reaching his plump cheeks. Tugging out the tiny sample pouch of lubricant you had snuck into your pocket, you inwardly cheered at being able to utilize it.

Hearing you tear open the pouch, cursing quietly as some spilled out, he stiffened. However, before he could ask you what it was, he sighed at the feeling of you rubbing his rim softly. Cooing, you smiled to yourself, “Awww, my little Cove~ You’re not even acting like you don’t want it anymore.”

Whimpering, he shook his head, “N-No, I still- I don’t wanna get caught, I sw-ahh~” Dumping the rest of the lube over your fingers, you slipped a single digit inside of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled his hips back to take more of you. “Why do you- ahhh~ why do you even have that? I-I have a condom we could’ve used.”

You laughed softly, pulling out before pressing two fingers into him, listening to how he moaned for you, “This is like, the fourth time we’ve gone out and I’ve had this tiny little pack of lube. I’ve been so desperate to get to fuck you somewhere out in public like this.” He moaned at your words as well as how you just barely stroked his sweet spot, “I should’ve known you would’ve been more than willing to get fucked on our beach.”

“No, I’m- ahh!” He cried out as you spanked him across the ass, rubbing his cheek softly afterwards, your hand free after shoving the packet back into your pocket.

“What was that, Cove? Were you about to say you aren't wanting to get fucked on our special beach? You don’t want me to pound this cute little ass of yours until you’re cumming against this rock and begging me to take you back to the hotel so you can finally fuck me?” You worked your fingers faster inside him, slipping a third in and feeling him buck against you, panting and moaning wildly. “Hmmm? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over how loud you’re moaning. You’re scared we’re gonna get caught but you’re this loud. Fuck, it’s cute how you think you can hide how excited you are.”

Grinning, your free hand left his cheek and slipped between his legs, feeling his cock and moaning when you found him half hard, “Aww~ you’re just so worried, aren’t you, baby? So scared that your cock is just aching to cum all over the sand again.” He cried out, fists pressed against the rock as his cock rested against the hem of your shirt, nipples chafing slightly. “Tell me how bad you want it or you don’t get to cum.”

Tightening your hand down around the base of his cock, he cried out loudly, knowing you’d squeeze and edge him until he was crying. “I- no, I- fuck!” He couldn’t think straight, not with how your hand was pounding his pspot while your other squeezed his cock too tight.

You hummed behind him, grinning, “Not what I wanna hear. Wow, baby. You must not wanna cum, huh?” He shook his head, but could only cry out and jerk his hips, “No? You’re saying no, you don’t wanna cum?”

Scrambling his fingertips against the rock, he cried out loudly, “Fuck! I-I wanna cum! Please!”

“Then tell me how badly you want me to fuck you on this beach, how badly you want someone to catch us and see you getting ravished.” Your response was lightening quick as you pumped his cock a few times, watching as he weakly kicked one leg.

“Baby~” He whined pathetically, but unlike other times, you weren’t about to give in. Squeezing his shaft again, you smirked as he cursed loudly. “Fuck! I fucking love it! I need you so bad, ahh! W-Wanted to fuck you on this beach since we were teenagers- ahhh~ don’t give a shit who sees us, want them to know I-I belong to, ahh! B-Belong to you!” He stuttered over his words as you worked him tighter, hand pumping his cock as your fingers pounded his sweet spot.

You focused hard on your hand movements, wincing as they stuttered between the methodical pace you had. You couldn’t deny how hot his words got you, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus entirely on his pleasure. “Good boy~” Voice tight, you gasped as he squeezed tightly around your fingers.

You could hear him panting, words strained as he repeated over and over how he was going to cum. Grinning, you paused in your ministrations to lean down and bite his plump cheek tight. He cried out, and you went back to fucking him as quickly as you could with your hands.

Angling his cock down, you kept your fingers still and pressed against his sweet spot as you jerked him off. “Cum for me, Cove. C’mon, baby.” He keened at your words, tossing his head back and you bit your lip, pouty that you weren’t able to pull it.

Screaming sharply, he writhed as he climaxed hard. You could feel the sticky wetness covering your hand slightly as you touched him through it, working him even as he curled forward, whimpering as he became overly sensitive. You listened to him gasp harshly as you slowly pulled away, featherlight touches fading as you let your hand fall.

Resting your palm on his soft cheek, you whispered gently to him, “Gonna pull out, okay, baby?” He hummed as he nodded slowly, whimpering and gasping as you tugged your fingers slowly out of him and past his clenching rim. You shushed him softly, “It’s okay, baby, I know, I know. It’s so much, isn’t it?”

He nodded weakly, limp against the rock as he waited for feeling to come back to his limbs. As he caught his breath, you helped him slip his boxers and jeans back on, slowly working them up his legs.

Once he was somewhat recovered, he turned to face you, still leaning heavily on the rock. “I-I think I got your shirt wet. I’m sorry, baby.” You giggled at his soft voice, shaking your head as you buttoned up his jeans.

“It’s okay, it won’t be the first time I’m covered in your cum and sweat and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He gasped as your casual tone, looking hurt. You rolled your eyes, tugging him into a hug as you nuzzled his neck, “My poor baby! So sensitive!” He whined playfully, leaning heavily against you. Squeaking as you almost stumbled, he easily tightened his arms around you, keeping you from falling.

Giggling softly, he grabbed your shirt and handed it to you, “We should get out of here... I don't want anyone to come investigate...”

You gave him an innocent look, “Why? ‘Cause you were screaming about how bad you wanted to cum and get fucked?”

Blushing hard, he stuttered over his words before huffing with a pout. Staring at each other for a solid second, you cackled as he caved first, turning around as he felt his face and ears burn. Giggling at his bashfulness, you slipped your shirt on and grabbed your phone from your pocket to turn on the flashlight.

Whistling lowly, you couldn’t help but grin, “Wow, Cove, look at this mess you made. Dirty boy.”

Gasping as he whipped around, he quickly clammed up as he saw the sheer amount of cum in the sand. Choosing to say nothing instead, he snatched your phone, took a picture, and then grabbed your hand and led the two of you towards the street.

Giggling conspiratorially, you bumped your shoulder against his, “We’re gonna have to make a mad dash past our parents’, don’t want them to put two and two together.” He giggled softly before nodding.

Feeling like two horny teenagers sneaking around to get a little action, you dashed past your childhood homes, blushes heavy on both of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but get even more excited for what could happen once you made it back to the hotel.

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Why GoWR Valhalla Is Important

Hey. It's me again. This time I'm not yelling about Kingdom Hearts or Drakengard, but I wanted to talk about God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla today and why I think it's important in trauma-centered narratives. This isn't a detailed analysis, just me spitballing.

SPOILER WARNING: There will be spoilers for God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla, so please proceed with caution!

EDITED: 2/26/24

As a brief summary, Kratos spent almost the entirety of GoW 2018 refusing to talk about his past. His guilt, shame, and trauma deeply affected his relationship with his son, to the point where he didn't want to be around Atreus bc he was terrified of being a bad influence on him. It was only when Atreus' life was in danger did it force him to finally admit just a sliver of the truth. Now I don't mean to say that Kratos revealing his godhood wasn't a big deal because it absolutely was, I'm just saying that it's just one piece of a MUCH bigger story. Anyway, he recognized his past mistakes, but the shame was too much for him to openly acknowledge it until damn near the end of the game.

Come Ragnarök, Kratos was pretty much an open book. He had grown SO much in those short years of fimbulwinter: He openly talked about his trauma to Mimir and Freya. He worked so hard to be a good father and a good support system to his friends. He went out of his way to make amends with Freya and restore their friendship. And he fought to restore peace to the Nine Realms.

But come Valhalla, Freya wants to recruit Kratos to be the new God of War of the nine realms, or at least to be a part of the new peacekeeping council that she's putting together. Kratos is extremely hesitant to take up the mantle. He doesn't feel worthy or deserving enough to hold this position given all that he's done. He and Mimir (and later on, Tyr) are constantly going back and forth about it. Both perspectives are completely valid. Valhalla is about Kratos facing his past in a more literal sense; parts of Greece have been manifested from Kratos' memories of it, so it's like he gets to be there in real time again. This is about helping him process what happened and to add some nuance to the conversation. It's like free therapy for Kratos.

It's funny too bc you have both opposing viewpoints being represented. On one hand, you have Mimir and Tyr being the supporting/validating voice, and Helios is the contrarian. Since he's a manifestation of Kratos' memories, he represents the doubts that Kratos has about himself. The harsh voice to show how hard he is on himself, and not without good reason.

The reason why I think Valhalla is so important is bc in media, survivor narratives are often linear. The character just "gets over" their trauma and then that trauma isn't addressed again. It's presented more as a hurdle than a lifelong battle. I guess this goes to show how misunderstood survivorhood is. But that isn't how healing works. We regress sometimes, and sometimes we still mull over the things that have happened to us. We might heal, but that trauma does leave emotional scars. So even after the many leaps and bounds Kratos has made, he's not "over" his past, far from it! It still haunts him every day and every night. Valhalla is Kratos still processing everything. From my own healing journey, I've learned that it takes a long, long time to fully process your trauma, if there even is a "fully", anyway. It takes a long time to learn and understand all the complexities and how it affects you in current day. And it takes even longer to process such a complicated history like Kratos'.

Generally speaking about the idea of processing trauma, I said earlier that survivorhood is extremely misunderstood by the masses. Imo, our society is very anti-victim/anti-survivor. So with that in mind, from the perspective of the audience, some might perceive the processing trauma bit as repetitive or "milking it". These are mediums of entertainment after all, so ofc I understand wanting to put out an engaging story where the audience doesn't lose interest. But screw those ppl lol. We have to understand why we do what we do if we want to do better, and it's amazing that a video game is willing to have these conversations. Being more open about all the nuances of processing trauma, grief, healing, etc will go such a long way.

Even the roguelite gameplay style perfectly reflects this theme. Processing this stuff is slow. It doesn't happen overnight. Unless you're in Valhalla, I suppose.

Okay I said this wasn't a detailed analysis but I lied. I'm a liar now

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bolin-and-pabu · 30 days

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Idc what anyone says or what sexist mf tries to “umm actually 🤓” me

Korra is the strongest Avatar that I’ve seen idc if AaNg MaStErEd AlL eLeMeNts At 12 and here’s every reason why I belive this.

Korra already knew how to fire, water and earth bend before the age of 12 and she probably would’ve gotten air earlier if Tenzin wasn’t trapped at Republic City and Korra wasn’t trapped at the South Pole.

Korra is the first Avatar to metal bend and possibly? Spirit bend.

She created an entire Spirit portal/gate.

She fought off liquid metal poison and put up an amazing fight.

Her mental health was horrible but she still decided to push through and help people.

Not only is she strong but she’s hella freakin smart! Examples are: Her water bending move in the coin toss, her ability of using all her limbs while the Equalists are Chi-Blocking her and when she’s chained in the fight against flying bald man (icr his name he’s irrelevant).

She can heal with her water bending.

Korra fought off actual S tier rated villains.

Korra has the Prime Raava/Avatar state (idc if she bRoKe ThE cYclE none of y’all actually care *cough* because it’s not that important *cough* yall just want a reason to hate her).

She saved Raava from Vaatu.

She totally would’ve killed everyone if the people around her were cool with it too like she was so ready to kill that Judge dude and the Red Lotus.

She entered the Avatar state way easier than Aang did.

She lost her bending and got it back.

She returned Lin’s metal bending.

Edit:

Zaheer called her power limitless.

She fought off blood bending without the avatar state.

That’s all I’ve got so far but I’ll add more when I can think of them also feel free to add your own reasons and for all of those fans I’m not saying she’s perfect none of them are but that doesn’t make her weak. For the Yangchen and Kyoshi fans as stated above this is relating to all the Avatars I’ve seen and I have not in fact read the Kyoshi comics or anything about Yangchen.

#the legend of korra #tlok #legend of korra #tlok korra #avatar korra #korra #korra is the strongest avatar #korraavatar #avatar: tlok #lok korra

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Whats the most outrageous, far fetched movie theory you've seen about Miggy?

ohhhhh boy

there's a ton I've seen like miguel is actually an inheritor, he's running the spider society as a cult, he's actually set up to be the main villain, he's a vampire so he can't be spider man, he's had it out for miles since the beginning, he killed his family (??) all of which are wild and have taken the tiniest detail like his physical appearance and just run with it despite it making no sense

one of the ones that grates on me the most isn't even the craziest it's just one of the most stupid and that's the "miguel actually murdered his alt universe counterpart so he could steal his daughter" which is just...factually incorrect? there's nothing there to suggest that, you're telling me he appeared in that universe in disguise, shot his alt self, went back to his own universe, then came straight back through a portal moments later out of disguise?? not to mention as ridiculous as that is alone, there's nothing that suggests he'd so something like that he's not a villain he's a severely depressed man who was desperate to be somewhere he was actually happy and saw a universe where he had a window of opportunity to step in - bypassing debating the ethics of that for this discussion but that doesn't mean he'd just go fucking murder a version of himself, it's just an absolute ridiculous theory that people don't even present as a joke they're dead serious about it

oh and the good old "miguel fought miles because he's racist" which i know started as a joke but for some reason people think it's an actual legit thing now?

a good 60%+ of these theories about miguel wouldn't exist of people would either pick up a comic book or do like 2 minutes of google research on him because a shocking amount of the fandom just do not understand him whatsoever to the point where they've basically created a new character out of thin air - he has never ever been a villain but people seem set on him being some evil, murdering, psychopathic cult leader for some reason

everyone feel free to add your own because some of them are so out there it's hilarious <3

#i mean sure have fun with theories and stuff im not saying you can't but i am intitled to laugh at how stupid they are #miguel o'hara #atsv

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Hey I love your blog!!!💘💘 💘 if you're still taking requests.. could you write about Madara having lots of kids 😅, I once read a headcanon that he would have five kids and I can't get it out of my head 😭😭💘💘💘

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE!! Of course, I'm still taking requests, feel free to send as many as you want!

I'm so happy you're enjoying my little Uchiha spot💕🤗🤗💫

YES MADARA BEING A FATHER IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD

- Madara with 5 children is A REALITY. Internally he tries to resurrect the image of family he had before getting dragged to war as a child, and give his kids a life not tainted by blood and death.

- He decides to have a family once peace is a fact, no other way around it. When he understands his children will not be in danger of being killed as soon as they set foot outside the clan, the time is right.

- 4 boys and 1 girl.

- First pregnancy comes with a son. The eldest remains an only child for about two years, and the Uchiha spoils him for being his first. The boy goes with dad everywhere, attends all the meetings with Hashirama, and they spend a lot of time in the garden looking at the flowers.

- Second pregnancy comes in a pair. The twins destroy family harmony but inaugurate a new dynamic. Madara can't pamper all three of them at the same time, so their uncle Izuna, mostly, takes care of these two. They spend more time with their father's brother than anything else, following him around and even helping him with his practical jokes on Tobirama. When Madara catches them red-handed, he scolds all three of them equally, as if Izuna were his son as well.

- By the fourth, the first three brothers are a few years older, so they help with his upbringing. Madara follows him closely and personally trains him like the rest of his sons. He and his father love to enjoy a cup of tea on rainy afternoons, while the other children play in the mud. This one being much calmer than the rest of his family, the Uchiha finds with his fourth son a connection of peace and harmony. He soon becomes his right-hand man.

- The fifth changes gender and is the first female in the family. She quickly becomes Daddy's princess and gains all of his undivided attention. The fourth child gets jealous, but Uncle Izuna helps to calm the waters, distracting the other siblings while Dad takes it upon himself to shower his newborn with love.

- Soon, all her older siblings are extremely protective of her, with a total of six personal bodyguards if you add dad, her uncle, and the rest of the children. She grows up away from war and fighting, as the princess of the clan, protected by all the men in her life.

A small scene of love, family, and happiness!

Madara accepts the cup of tea his fourth son hands him, filled to the brim with hot liquid. The boy is becoming more and more skilled at preparing the drink, and this makes him deeply proud. They share a relaxed chat while his daughter, at his back, braids his hair, filling it with flowers Uncle Izuna picked for her from his garden.

Outside a deluge is falling, from which the three of them are sheltered inside their home. Madara watches the water fall as the twins fight with Izuna in the rain. The two managed to convince the younger Uchiha to train them personally, and he did not make it easy for them. Under the terrible weather, they move back and forth, soaking wet and giggling as Madara hides his own smile in the hot drink.

His eldest son concentrates in a corner of the room, reading a book written by Madara himself. It recounts the history of the clan, the wars fought, and all the leaders of the clan, all the way back to the founder, Indra. The Uchiha is comforted to know all his offspring have passion and joy, focus, and determination to achieve things. That they will grow up as children, just as they should be, and not surrounded by death and destruction.

Somehow, the image he finds himself part of reminds him of his childhood. Those moments of false peace before his father dragged him and his brothers onto the battlefield, losing three of them along the way. He knows his own siblings would enjoy family life as much as he does today, and that he would watch them play and tease his kids just as Izuna does.

#madara #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #uchiha clan #izuna #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto scenarios #naruto x reader

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My Best Friend (15)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond had never felt so calm in his life. He laid on his side, exhausted from their intense closeness, his cheek buried between her breasts, their bodies entwined. They were breathing steadily. Y/N was stroking his hair in a slow, wonderful motion, playing with the strands once in a while, which sent a pleasant shiver through him. Once in a while, she pressed her lips to the top of his head, inhaling his scent. He was still inside her, though he had been completely soft for a long time, drawing her warmth with every bit of his body. He prayed that Klaus wouldn't come back yet, so he could lie with her like that for a while longer.

He remembered that his father was throwing a company banquet to celebrate his company's 30th anniversary in a few days. Aemond always attended such occasions with diffirent women — Kate, Alys, Beth, and others whose names he couldn't even remember now — to make it clear that he had nothing in common with them other than the bed.

This time, however, he fought with himself in his mind. He knew his siblings would be there, as well as his half-sister Rhaenyra with her husband and children. The thought of having to look at Luke again made him want to puke. He thought that maybe if he took her with him, it would be easier for him to bear it all. She was good at distracting him and relaxing his tension.

"What are you thinking about?" Her warm voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked at him curiously, stroking his hair, seeing that he had drifted away in his thoughts. He looked at her for a moment. He opened his mouth and closed it. Y/N could see him struggling to say something, but decided not to rush him.

"My father is having a banquet in a few days to celebrate the anniversary of his company." He started in an uncertain voice, pressing his lips together. "Do you want to accompany me?"

Y/N's cheeks turned red. She didn't know how to react. She hadn't expected him to want to appear with her anywhere in public, maybe outside of his club. She swallowed.

"Is it good idea? What would I say to your parents when they ask me… what do we have in common?” She asked softly, playing with his hair, feeling a squeeze at the thought that they would think of her as his next girl for "one shot”. Even though she knew he didn't think that about her, putting her in that position would be unbearable.

Aemond didn't answer for a moment. He thought.

"Well. You are my girl. And my friend. Add that together and you have your answer."

Her eyes widened in shock. She pursed her lips, trying not to smile. She swallowed loudly. Aemond looked at her with amusement.

"So. Will you come with me?”

***

Aemond and Y/N arranged for him to pick her up 40 minutes early on the day of the party, so they could get there in time during rush hour. Aemond was punctual as always - he hated being late and he hated waiting for someone. He sincerely hoped that Y/N was ready and wouldn't strain his patience.

He knocked on the door of their house, Klaus opened it. They shook hands. Ever since Aemond invited Y/N to the banquet, their relationship has returned to complete normal. Only then did Klaus truly believe him that he didn't think of his sister as a one-off.

"I'm coming!" They heard a voice from upstairs. Y/N ran down the stairs. She was wearing a beautiful, sparkling gold dress with a V-neck and short, free-hanging sleeves. Both Aemond and Klaus noted how short it was. It didn't even reach the middle of her thighs.

"You'll have to be careful how you bend over." Her brother laughed loudly, but she was not offended, on the contrary, she laughed herself and stood proudly.

"Now let me show you something." She said, stretching out her long leg in front of her. Only now, when she separated her thighs from each other, you could see that it was not a dress, but a jumpsuit. "See? No chance of any humiliation."

"How smart!" Klaus called out, grabbing at the fabric of her dress to see if it was actually shorts. Aemond looked at them amused. He had to admit that Y/N always thought several steps ahead, and he liked her forethought. Thanks to this, he will be able to enjoy her appearance all evening, without worrying about whether he has to cover her.

"Shall we go?" He asked calmly, looking at her warmly. She smiled happily at him, clutching her handy purse.

"Yes."

***

They arrived on time, the place was already full of guests. The whole event looked official and elegant. Y/N felt a bit uneasy, but she had been to various business parties accompanying Klaus, so it was not entirely new to her. Suddenly, something caught Aemond's attention. He glanced at Y/N.

"Come. You will meet my parents." Y/N swallowed hard at the thought, terrified, but it was too late to back out. She thought maybe they wouldn't ask who she was and what they had in common and it wouldn't be awkward at all. She remembered what Aemond had said to her then, but she didn't know if she'd get over it.

They approached four people. Y/N immediately recognized his siblings, Aegon and Helaena, having seen them before in photos in his apartment. Next to them stood a 60-year-old man with a thin stubble and short white hair. He had warm, bright eyes and a pleasant, happy face. A beautiful woman was standing next to him. Her long dark hair was tied up in an exquisite bun, and she was wearing a long emerald dress. She was much younger than the man she was standing next to.

"Ah, Aemond!" She said contentedly, her gaze expressing warmth, longing, and concern. She hugged him lightly and he returned the gesture.

"Good evening, mother. Father." He nodded at the older man. "I want to introduce you to someone." He said calmly, looking at Y/N. She felt herself blush, but tried not to show her nervousness. She smiled warmly, as she always did. "Y/N, these are my parents."

Y/N nodded, and his father and she immediately held out their hands to each other. He hugged her quite tightly, honestly. "Wonderful, nice to have you here." He spoke warmly, though she guessed it was just courtesy. "Thank you." She replied gratefully. Then she squeezed his mother's hand, not so confident anymore, but still warm, looking understandingly at her. "Nice to meet you."

"And these are my siblings, Aegon and Helaena." Aemond continued, his sister rushing over to her at once, surprising her with her closeness. Her face was warm and happy.

"A beautiful dress." She said delightedly to her, Y/N blushed at the sudden, unexpected compliment.

"Thank you very much, you have a beautiful haircut." She replied warmly, paying attention to the laboriously braided braids. Haelena thanked her, and Aegon approached them, holding out his hand. She hugged it, but felt uneasy after he looked her up and down.

"Indeed, a nice dress." He replied. She glanced at Aemond. He looked at his brother with a murderous look. There was an awkward silence, broken by Aemond's father.

"How's your business? Aren't you bored of this club?" He asked lightly, smiling as he took a swig from his drink. He sounded as if he thought Aemond's club was a childish invention of his that had to end up in competitions in the end. It looked like a funny question to him, but Y/N saw Aemond's jaw clench.

"No, I didn't get bored." He answered briefly. Y/N looked at him sympathetically. Helaena snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Do you want to drink something? Come, I'll show you where the bar is." She said grabbing her arm. Aemond stared at her in surprise. He had never seen Helaena so eager to touch anyone. Y/N looked delighted.

"Sure!" She looked at Aemond with a smile. "Bring you something to drink?"

"Whiskey, thank you." He said calmly, his face was stone. She was used to the fact that he showed more emotions and expressions around her, so his return to his unchanging facial expressions was something strange to her. Nevertheless, she nodded and followed his sister into the crowd.

"This is the first time I've seen Aemond come with a woman who isn't older than him." She said, looking at her with raised eyebrows, pressing her arm tightly to hers. Y/N laughed, liking the directness.

"Well, actually, I'm two years younger than him." She said with a smile. They walked over to the bar where a crowd of people was standing. Seeing her, the staff apologized to one of the customers and told them to come over. Y/N thought it was probably because Helaena was the daughter of the event organizer.

"What will you drink?"

***

Aemond looked out of the corner of his eye toward the bar. He could see Y/N and Helaena talking animatedly about something, both looking content and relaxed. The whole situation had stressed him out more than he'd originally thought, but he had to admit that if she was stressed out too, she didn't show it at all. She made an exceptionally good impression, but most of all, to his surprise, on his mother.

"What a nice girl. She looks very sympathetic.” She said to him, looking at him with concern. "Do you…"

"She is mine. Is that enough for you?" He asked, impatience in his voice. He didn't feel like explaining himself. Certainly not with Aegon watching him, amused.

"She's yours, how nice...she knows that you talk about her as an object?" He asked sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink.

"You're the last person to lecture me about objectifying women." He blurted out through clenched teeth, their father holding up his hands to calm them down.

"Hey, hey, boys... it's supposed to be a nice evening, let it go." He said, looking at them encouragingly, trying to smooth the conflict.

Aemond was relieved to see Y/N and Helaena returning to them with drinks. Y/N handed him his whiskey with a smile. He thought that he would like to take her somewhere secluded, put his head between her breasts and fall asleep, feeling her fingers touching his hair. He had never felt so cornered as with his parents and his brother.

After a while, Y/N saw Criston in the crowd and waved at him, surprised. He waved back, looking at them happily, and walked over to them, greeting each one in turn.

"So I guess it's official." He said, leering at Y/N and Aemond, who felt like they were about to burn with embarrassment at this comment.

"So she isn't Aemond's one-off?" Asked Aegon, amused, Aemond glared at him with hatred, mouth opening, but Criston spoke first.

"My observations contradict this." He said, raising his eyebrows. Aemond exhaled softly, trying not to lose his patience. He hated it when someone discussed his private matters in public. Criston was his friend, but he wanted to punch him in the face.

Y/N was all red, feeling that there was a strange silence. She could see that Aemond was awkward and furious. However, she did not want to touch him, so as not to make the situation worse and not give reasons for his brother's further comments.

After a while they moved on to another topic, the atmosphere relaxed a bit. Aemond sipped his whiskey slowly, his face stone. Y/N wondered if he regretted taking her with him. Because of her, now his family will not leave him alone, they will require him to define what they have in common, and she knew that he did not want it. The thought depressed her. She swallowed softly, staring into her glass.

"Everything's all right?" She heard his calm whisper. She glanced at him, he was watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye. They leaned in slightly, not wanting to draw too much attention to each other.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way. I know you're angry." She answered him just as quietly, looking at him apologetically. He frowned.

"I'm angry, but not at you. You know how I love to dig my affairs in front of others." He spoke calmly, there was no resentment or regret in his voice.

She looked at him sympathetically and nodded. "I know."

He was looking at her intensely. It took all his strength not to kiss her.

They both felt relieved after this brief exchange. They pulled away from each other, going back to listening to the discussion. Y/N talked to Helaena the most. Although she had a rather peculiar sense of humor and sometimes made quite strange remarks, Y/N perceived her as a very warm, direct and honest person. She greatly appreciated such qualities in people, and saw that she seemed to have made a similar impression on her. She was glad that, apart from Criston, she had someone to talk to and get through it all.

After a while, she felt hungry. She hadn't even eaten her lunch due to the stress of their departure. Now that they were halfway through the banquet and the worst was over, her stomach began to work again. She looked around and stared greedily at the table full of snacks. She thought for a moment, then leaned in slightly to Aemond, who immediately did the same to hear what she wanted to say to him.

"I'll go grab a bite, get you something?" She asked warmly, and he just shook his head, giving her a look of approval.

So she walked alone among the people to the table she had spotted earlier, and on which she saw delicious-looking mini burgers. She debated between them and the good-looking little casseroles. A boy, probably about her age, with dark curly hair stood next to her. They looked at each other surprised and smiled. She could see that he wanted to strike up a conversation, but wasn't sure if he should.

"Do you know Helaena?" He asked, smiling uncertainly.

"Yes, I came here with her brother." She said kindly, looking at him interested. "You know her?" She asked, thinking it might be her secret admirer. The boy laughed.

"Yes, that's my aunt." He said amused. Y/N looked at him surprised, she had no idea that Aemond had any other siblings who had adult children in addition. She held out her hand to him in greeting.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." She introduced herself.

The boy shook her hand firmly. "Luke."

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Pick-A-Pile: Reflections of Self ~ What You Need To Work On This Season

👑Check out my masterlist to see all of my pick-a-card readings😊

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🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 3 of Swords, 10 of Cups, 9 of Wands, The Hierophant, 6 of Pentacle, 4 of Swords

Welcome, my Pile 1's. Let's delve deep into the cards and see what they have to say. The first card, the 3 of Swords, speaks about heartbreak and sorrow. It seems like you have recently experienced something painful in your life that may have left you feeling hurt. Remember, pain allows us to grow and transform, so use this experience to your advantage.

Next, we have the 10 of Cups, a card of emotional fulfilment, joy and happiness. This clarifies that the path ahead is brighter. It's a sign of harmony and alignment, suggesting that what you've gone through was necessary for your personal growth. So, my dear Pile 1's, embrace this transition phase with a smile, knowing that it'll lead to better things.

The 9 of Wands is a card of resilience. No matter the adversity, you, my Pile 1's, have the strength to overcome it. All the battles you've fought and the scars you bear, they all add up to the person you are now - strong, resilient, and not easily defeated.

The Hierophant, a card symbolizing tradition, conformity, and morality, is next. It suggests that you may need to adhere to certain rules or traditions for your betterment. There's wisdom in the old ways, my Pile 1's, and sometimes, respecting them can help you progress.

The 6 of Pentacles signifies generosity and sharing. It's about giving and receiving, hinting that you may need to balance these aspects in your life. Don't forget, life is a two-way street - the more you give, the more you receive.

Finally, the 4 of Swords represents rest and relaxation. Perhaps you've been working too hard, my Pile 1's. Remember to take some time off to rejuvenate and gather your strength for the battles ahead.

To conclude, my Pile 1's, your cards suggest a time of growth and transformation. You have the strength to overcome adversity, the grace to accept and balance both giving and receiving, and the wisdom to adhere to traditions if needed. Remember to rest and take care of your well-being. The universe is on your side, encouraging your journey towards self-improvement. Remember, you are stronger than you think, and every experience is a step forward in your journey. Keep going, my Pile 1's!

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: The Moon, 2 of Pentacles (in reverse), 7 of Pentacles, 9 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles

Let's delve into your reading, my Pile 2's. The first card we see is the Moon, a symbol of illusions, intuition, and the subconscious. This may suggest that you've been dealing with uncertainty, or possibly even deception. The Moon encourages you to trust your intuition and confront any fears or anxieties that may be lurking in the shadows of your subconscious.

Your second card is the 2 of Pentacles in reverse, indicating an imbalance in your life. This could be pointing towards an issue with work-life balance or perhaps decision-making. You might be juggling too many tasks and responsibilities, leading to stress and imbalance. It’s time to reassess your priorities and find equilibrium in your life.

Next, we have the 7 of Pentacles. This card represents hard work, perseverance, and patience. It seems you've been putting in a lot of effort into various aspects of your life, which is commendable. However, remember to pause, reflect on your progress, and ensure you're on the right path.

The fourth card, the 9 of Swords, is a sign of worry, guilt, and distress. It appears that you may be dealing with a lot of mental stress, perhaps overthinking or worrying excessively about situations. It’s crucial to remember that fear often magnifies problems, making them seem larger than they are. Practice mindfulness, seek support if needed, and trust in your ability to overcome.

Lastly, the 5 of Pentacles signifies hardship, insecurity, and worry about material resources. This card suggests you may have been facing some financial or emotional difficulties. However, it also serves as a reminder that help is available, and you don't have to face these hardships alone.

To conclude, my Pile 2's, your cards are calling for introspection, balance, and trust in yourself. Embrace the wisdom of the Moon, seek balance with the 2 of Pentacles, persevere like the 7 of Pentacles, tackle your worries like the 9 of Swords, and remember the lessons of the 5 of Pentacles. This season, work on accepting help when you need it, manage your resources wisely, and most importantly, trust in your inner strength. You are capable, resilient, and deserving of peace and abundance. Believe in your journey, my Pile 2's!

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 7 of Wands (in reverse), Queen of Cups, The Empress, The Hermit, 5 of Wands

Hello my Pile 3's! We start our journey into self-reflection with the 7 of Wands in reverse. Seeing this card, I sense a feeling of exhaustion. You've been resisting, fighting, standing your ground, but the burden feels too heavy. This season, it's time to reassess. Are you fighting the right battles? Are some struggles better left alone? Remember, choosing your battles wisely does not mean you've lost; it means you value your energy and peace.

Next, we encounter the empathetic and intuitive Queen of Cups. She's a mirror, a reflection of your emotional self. She asks you to dive deep into your feelings - to cry, to laugh, to feel without judgment. This season, honor your feelings and trust your intuition. It's an essential part of who you are and your path to self-growth.

We find the Empress here, radiating creativity, fertility and loving abundance. She's a sign that it's time to nurture yourself, the way a mother would. My Pile 3's, are you taking care of yourselves? Are you feeding your soul, your creativity, your passions? This season, it's time to foster the seeds you've planted within.

Now, let's turn to the Hermit. A beacon of introspection and solitude, he's guiding you towards some alone time. This season, set aside the noise, the distractions, and focus on your inner world. Devote time to self-reflection and self-discovery. The answers you seek will come from within.

And finally, we have the 5 of Wands. This card signifies conflict and competition, a fitting echo to the reversed 7 of Wands. But this card also urges you to learn from these conflicts. What are they teaching you? Are they highlighting areas you need to work on or patterns you need to break?

In conclusion, my Pile 3's, your cards are calling on you to be more selective about the battles you engage in, to honor and trust your feelings, to nurture yourself, to spend time in introspection, and to learn from your conflicts. This season, show up for yourself. You may be surprised by how rewarding the journey of self-discovery can be when approached with kindness and patience. Remember, you possess within you a well of strength and wisdom. Trust the journey, my Pile 3's!

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