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victorluvsalice · 10 months

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We've hit Summer Saturday in the Chill Valicer Save, and since we just had a wedding (and none of the participants are busy with college this time around), it's time to have a honeymoon -- but first, would you like to see JUST how overboard I went on the in-game wedding photos from last week's Valice Vow Renewal and Van Alton Wedding?

*points upward* THAT overboard. Yeah, there are wedding photos all over the house now -- plus I took the opportunity to move around a few other pictures and paintings that I thought would look better in different places. In order, we have --

Living Room: One of my favorite large wedding shots made it behind the phonograph (after I'd adjusted the other painting slightly), and the trio of the best wedding selfies went between the two windows, over the side table with the bunny statue. After struggling to fit another wedding photo on the wall between the window and the phonograph and not liking the look, I realized I could put Alice's surreal painting from the trip to the Celebration Center (the one with the apple-faced llama and the cat in a bowler hat) in that spot, so I did. Looks good, right? :) And one final wedding snap went on the table between the two chairs in front of the fireplace, along with Victor and Smiler's wedding centerpiece flowers (recolored purple, because purple is a Smiler color and also I love it too).

Art & Music Studio Room: While no wedding shots made it into this room, I ended up moving the painting of Victor at the piano and the photograph that Victor took of Alice at the easel at their old house (sized back down to its original small size) in here from the attic chill-out room -- obviously, the painting of Victor went by the piano (with me moving Victor's little illustrative painting above said piano, between the Bramblewood snaps), while the photo of Alice went by her easel, right under her picture of Rory. I also moved the Poppy MySim that was on Victor and Alice's desk in their bedroom atop Victor's piano to go with the other two up there. Maybe I should find them their own display, but for now, this works. :)

Bedrooms: Smiler of course got a shot of themselves and Victor in front of the backdrop for their wall, going between their two windows by the video creation station, and the silliest shot of the trio for their desk (I moved the old college acceptance letter that was there to the decor spot on the video station). Alice and Victor, meanwhile, got their dresser area turned into wedding central, with the two wedding certificates on the wall (Alice and Victor's is the light-wood-framed "wreath" one; Victor and Smiler's is the dark-wood-framed "pillars" one) and a trio of wedding pictures on the dresser itself, with the big kiss moment for both Victor and Alice and Victor and Smiler underneath their respective certificates (with frames recolored to match said certificates), and another silly trio shot tying it all together in the middle.

Smiler's Party Barn Room: Look, I had two GIANT photos of the big kisses as well, and I wanted to put them somewhere! So after moving the posters on the far wall closer to the karaoke machine in the middle, I set up a Valice Vow Renewal collage featuring the giant Valice kiss picture and two other shots of the actual ceremony on the left, and a Van Alton Wedding collage featuring the giant Van Alton kiss picture, a shot of the actual ceremony, and a shot of them in front of the backdrop (I didn't like the other shot I'd gotten of the ceremony, too zoomed in) on the right! I think they look pretty good. :)

The Attic Chill-Out Room: After a little rearranging, I discovered that I could indeed put all the shots of the Plumbite Pier Love Day date on the side table there if I put the two photobooth shots in the middle, and the two ride shots on either end. That freed up the wall above it for one last large snap of the trio looking their wedding best. :) Then, on the other side behind the bubble blower, I ended up making a colorful collage of the selfies of them on their Granite Falls vacation (moved from Victor and Alice's dresser), the shots they got of each other at the Humor & Hijinks festival, and the shots they got of each other at Geekcon. Though, after looking at it, I was like "wait, these are a little unbalanced, because the shots of them at the festivals are all solo shots, while the Granite Falls selfies each have two of them in them...also, not sure I like those Humor & Hijinks shots that much, they don't really show anything of the festival." Made a promise to myself then and there to get some good "dual selfies" on their honeymoon and rearrange this to be a little more balanced! And later get some better shots of them at a future Humor & Hijinks festival.

Miscellaneous: And while I was hanging all of those pictures, a couple of other things got moved -- namely:

1. I ended up putting the snow globes that were on Victor & Alice's and Smiler's desks respectively out on the suitcase shelves in the upstairs hall (because in Smiler's case I needed the room for photos, and then was like "hey, actually...")

2. While I sold the appliances that Victor and Smiler got from their wedding (they did not need another fridge), and quickly found a home for the wedding pillar outside by the fence between the chicken coop and cow pen, I wasn't sure what to do with the decorative tea set that had also ended up in the household inventory. I didn't want to sell it, I liked it, but there wasn't a heck of lot of counter space left for it in the kitchen...after a little thought and some careful rearranging, though, I found that the best thing to do was to put the tea set on the counter where the pet treats used to go; put the pet treats on the counter next to it where the fruit bowl used to go; put the fruit bowl on the side buffet table with the candy dish and the picnic basket where the VIP bucket used to go; and then move the VIP bucket out to the back porch onto its own little table by the couch. Because, honestly, it does actually look better out there (or in the bedroom, but there's not a lot of space for it THERE either).

So yeah, that's the current state of the house. Lotta pictures.

I may have a bit of a problem. XD

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #look I was utterly THRILLED to get the chance to actually take a bunch of trio shots of them for a change okay #and I just forgot that I left the camera on giant size for a lot of them #lesson learned as future pictures will show :p #but yeah tons of wedding photos all over the shop #because I couldn't bring myself to delete a lot of them #actually pretty pleased with all these new placements though #I'm sure I've mentioned it before but I've really grown to love taking in-game pictures of stuff #and then hanging up said pictures around the house #it makes the place feel like THEIR house you know?#we do love a personalized place to live :)#I mean I WOULD like it if Sims could do proper photo albums too #like have a book object and when you click on it and select 'view'#a slideshow not dissimilar to the one you get when doing before and after for Dream Home Decorator gigs pops up #but until then I just better hope I have enough wall space XD #queued

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 4 months

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nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)

Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.

Akashi:

He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control. It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board.

Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him. Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes.

Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity.

Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.

He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion. The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible. Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes. “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher. It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you. Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.

Midorima:

Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.

Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.

He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.

Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.

While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.

“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in. His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you.

“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that… feels too good”

Aomine:

motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself. I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs. He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs.

Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone. Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.

Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.

"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.

"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.

Murasakibara:

lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous. His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock. It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood.

The oral fixation is real.

He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition. Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat. He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.

If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.

It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.

"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me! He wasn’t even talking to me!"

"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.

"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.

"No. My job is to take care of you."

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strawberrysainz · 1 month

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about you. charles leclerc

“ snippets of times your paths cross. and how you begin to intertwine a little. / in which you, after many months, find your way back to him again. ”

charles leclerc x fem!reader

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strongly advise listening to ‘about you’ by the 1975 just for extra vibes idk

The first thing you think, as he gestures for you to lean into the window of his car - Andrea is holding up your red iPhone to take this picture you may have dreamed of since forever - is that he smelled very real.

It sounds ridiculous. Of course it does, but there is a significant way in which he smells like almond and vanilla scented something that makes you feel like you’re sixteen in your shower with your mum’s body wash she was gifted that in turn was for your own use (she liked soap bars instead).

And as the man smiles and counts down from three, you try to smile effortlessly- you will be showing this photo for years to come- but instead your grin is real, because he is real now, you will remember the smell, his smile, the soft lilt of his voice that you knew wasn’t his proper one.

“Thank you,” you say for a moment, sincere. The Sunday evening is early and welcome, his race win is fresh on everyone’s minds.

“And congratulations.” You add, as an afterthought, smiling. “I seem to have forgotten that.”

He falters for a moment - your casualness has seemed to startle him - and your friends are already pulling you away from the car, wanting to beat the traffic. Andrea hands your phone back and you lean a bit awkwardly over Charles to get it. Charles is staring at you with some sort of amusement, and as you shout a goodbye and a thank you, he waves with a grin as some boys run up to the car.

You laugh into the night air as you get into the taxi, staring at the photos, some candid, some not, of the two of you.

His smile is as big as yours, clearly ecstatic about his win still.

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A few months later - it’s summer - and you’re in Italy, hot nights and all the Aperol Spritzes are powering you through the days. You’re bundled up in the front seat of a little Volkswagen Beetle on your way to someone’s villa/winery when you notice two guys standing on the side of the road with a car that’s run out of petrol.

You gesture to your friend, and she sighs, and you pause the song and stick your head out of the yellow car. “Are you guys okay?” You say in that heavy accented English, and with a jolt you realise it’s Charles and Joris.

Your friend has realised too - she was at the Grand Prix with you that night - and Charles is staring at the two of you through those RayBans, a little laughing smirk on his face. “The car’s gone.“

“Are you sorting it out, or…?” You say, giggling a little; Joris looks very uncomfortable in the summer sun.

“Everyone’s closed. We called. It’s a Sunday.”

“Get in,” you say, sharing a glance with your friend, “Come have some lunch. One of our friend’s dad is a mechanic, we’ll see what he can do.”

You watch him debate with Joris silently, and then with a shrug they get in.

“This is Stella,” you say, smiling, and introduce yourself too. Charles’ face kind of squints with recognition. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I met you in Monaco the night you won,” you smile, kind of embarrassed, and he slaps his thigh, making a noise of recognition to be nice (but you know he doesn’t remember that interaction at all).

You nod and Stel talks to them for a while, talking about how lovely Italy’s been in August, and the road is winding away until you’re at Luca’s.

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You friend Luca is very drunk, you note, the flush on his cheeks and the lazy lilt to his voice are very apparent. When he recognises Charles - this friend group is F1 mad - he hugs him and runs away immediately to get him a drink.

You’ve let your friends take on the role of entertainment for the guests, opting to strip down to your bikini and hop in the pool. It’s a scorching hot day, and you lather on sun cream before relaxing with a spicy margherita in your hands.

Your girlfriends pounce, Stella telling the story of picking up the hitchhikers and one of them thinks she can “totally bag Leclerc” before you’re all called inside for the food.

Before you walk in, you slip on the pair of denim shorts you were wearing and some sandals. Charles has a drink in hand and is sitting at the table already, the pasta and homemade bread having been broken into. Stel pulls you in to sit opposite him and Joris, and you lean over to dish some salad while Charles discusses the watch on his wrist with one of your friends (it’s the car chase robbery story that went viral a few months ago). Joris watches on, looking a bit awkward, so you lean in and begin to make some conversation.

He gladly accepts the invitation to talk, and you launch into a conversation about the holiday he is on before getting stuck on the road. You realise Charles is watching you speak now, oddly engaged, and you look down at your food, cheeks hot.

“So you two were in Monaco, right? For the Grand Prix? How was it?” Charles says, smiling sort of amicably, and a rush of embarrassment engulfs you as you smile at him. “So good. We loved it.” You say, and Stella launches into a story about a weird man who sat next to you on the grandstand.

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You squeeze in to the middle of the backseat, between Charles and Joris: your bare legs brush against them both in a moment that has you scrunching your nose with disbelief, Luca’s dad rattles on in Italian in the passenger seat with a large petrol can in his lap.

Twenty minutes later, you’re back on the hill on the dark and you’re hugging Charles and Joris goodbye, waving them away. You blow a kiss and get back in the backseat, laughing, shaking your heads.

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Seven months later, the cold February air finds you in Milan as you walk by an open window. You’re here for work, for Fashion Week, and you drift between fashion houses and shows, writing about them, chatting to models and designers and curators and it’s all so elegant, fun and exciting.

Next on your list is Ferrari’s show in the early evening, looking down to your list, and the waitress brings over your drink in the cosy restaurant.

Sitting on a cold hard (concrete?) bench across from the runway, you’re sitting between to an influencer with the most gorgeous pink jacket you’ve ever seen and an old fashionable Italian man with leathery tanned skin (how is he so tan?), and you launch into conversation with him about his experience this week so far, making notes. The show is as good as it could get for the brand, their classic leather, green and red and yellow ensembles with some gems in between that you adore. It’s alright, you think, it’s average, and just as you’re debating leaving someone roars in Italian and holy shit, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz are walking down the runway.

You immediately begin to laugh a little under your breath, taking some pictures, and as Charles passes your side the girl next to you tries not to shout.

They look pretty cool, you think - all leather pants and shirts and vests, stuff you think they could use a little more of for their everyday fashion. You cheer along with everyone else as Carlos blows a kiss when they leave, laughing a little.

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You’re just about to leave when a girl comes up to you and engulfs you in a hug, and you tentatively grip her back before looking back, only then relaxing. She’s from university, she eagerly recounts memories of 1st year linguistics class. She hands you a glass of champagne and invites you back to the after celebration, and with a shrug - it can’t hurt, right? - you follow, being led into a room at the back.

It smells like too much cologne, and you scrunch your nose as you find a stray canapé to munch on when Joris calls your name.

Of course he’s standing there, and you run over to give him a hug.

“My saviour!” He jokes, and you laughed, staying by his side to have a chat. You can’t believe he even remembered you. You’re chatting about your latest projects when you’re interrupted by a hand on your shoulder. It’s Charles and Carlos, and Charles has to stare at you for five seconds to figure out who you are before he says your name, squeezing your shoulder. You stand there, rocking on your high heels for a second before he introduces you to Carlos.

“She saved me and Joris in Italy last summer when our car ran out of petrol, we had lunch at their friend’s house.”

Carlos laughs a little when Joris chips in. You’re staring at someone walking past in a great pair of red leather pants when Joris taps your arm.

“We still have to pay you back for last year. Do you want to go for dinner with us?”

Now Carlos’ girlfriend, Rebecca, has turned up, achingly beautiful, and Carlos introduces you and you kiss cheeks before she nods and says she’s so hungry too.

So you end up in a big black car, and Charles is phoning the restaurant and they don’t have a table for 5pm until he does a subtle name drop and then they magically do. Italy has a big love for him, their il predestinato. When you all pull up, there are a lot of people milling about outside, in sparkly dresses and sweatpants, lots of makeup and bare-faced, and you spot Suki Waterhouse when you walk in.

They give you a spot near the back, the brown wall making the space warm as you and Rebecca slide in to the booth.

They order aperitifs and you all chat about what you’ve been seeing this fashion week, the boys’ experience walking, and then you talk to Rebecca about her life for a while.

Then you all order seafood, and it’s delicious and tastes like it’s been made with joy and love.

“I still feel like we have to repay you,” Charles says, catching your attention, and you laugh and shrug the idea away. “This dinner’s lovely. It’s okay.”

“Can I give you and … -“ Joris murmurs to him, “Stella nice tickets to Monaco? Or Monza? Is that fine?”

“Monaco,” Joris nods, and Charles looks at him then back to you. “Really, it’s the least we can do.”

You are busy turning down the offer when Charles shakes his head. “Sorry. See you in May.”

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You and Stella giggle gleefully as you hear the little sound of your card authorising your access to the paddock. The two of you intertwine arms, walking down. You walk around, peering at everyone supposedly trying to get on with their business in the Thursday morning.

You send a text to Joris, and you just keep walking around for twenty minutes until he replies and says he’s sent someone to come get you. It’s a woman, and she has a lovely smile and she takes you to the hospitality - it’s upstairs, because the paddock is so small in Monaco, and you two have a glass of champagne before Joris appears, slightly sweaty. He’s just got here, he explains, him and Charles - they were slightly held up by fans.

You and Stella laugh and hug him.

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You spent the day just talking with Joris and other people in the hospitality about their jobs. It’s genuinely the best experience, and it’s nearing 6pm when everyone starts closing up and you are standing near the entrance/exit of the paddock, Stella in the bathroom when Charles comes up to you.

You’re on your phone when you hear him walk up, and you look up with a smile. You haven’t seen him since that dinner - three months ago - and when he pulls you into a hug you feel a rush of energy (electricity?) flow through you. His smile is big and bright.

“How was your day?” You ask, fiddling with your phone case, and he sighs dramatically. “Busy. Monaco is always crazy.”

You nod.

“How was yours?”

“So great. The people in your team are so wonderful. I had a really lovely day.”

Your dress swishes in the wind and you see him cast a glance down at your exposed legs before meeting your eyes again. “Me and Joris are going to do pasta tonight. Do you want to come over for it?”

“Stella’s still here…” you say awkwardly. “I’m not sure what she wanted to do, she mentioned going out.”

“Oh.” He nods. “Ok.”

Stella comes back from the bathroom and she smiled at Charles. “I never got to say thanks for this trip, it’s been great so far.”

Charles smiles at her. “No problem.”

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Friday comes and goes, a slightly uneventful day (you don’t see Charles, he’s too busy with the practices and the press) and there you are on a rainy Saturday morning.

Stella insisted on hiring a bicycle to get the ‘authentic experience’ so the two of you are busy cursing the weather in plastic rain jackets as you whiz down the streets on bright green bikes.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment when you see that Charles and Andrea getting off their bikes as you arrive. He notices you, sodden like a wet rat, your nice jeans probably ruined, and giggles in the pouring rain, coming over to help you off your bike and give you an awfully cold hug. His arms wrap around you and you feel him kiss your cheeks, so you return them, but you’re shivering so much he keeps his arms around you until the same nice lady from Thursday comes with an umbrella and takes you inside. You wave goodbye to Charles as he goes to the garage and you blush, your hair soaked still.

The woman takes you and Stella to a tiny little room with cupboards and points to a drawer that contains a hairdryer and a Dyson airwrap (to your delight) so the two of you end up hair-drying yourselves dry - jeans and all. You also get to touch up your makeup after you dry your bag with the hairdryer too.

Nice and warm, you’re given cappuccinos and you peer out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the track, and see the boats rock in the harbour due to the rain and the wind.

“I don’t think we’ll have qualifying on time at this rate,” another man comments, also a guest of Ferrari, and you and Stella nod, trying to seem up to speed with track condition information.

So an hour later the two of you get to watch the boys film a YouTube video, and part of a vlog they seem to be making.

Afterwards, Charles comes over with Joris, and the four of you chat for twenty minutes before Charles is called away. It’s soft conversation, irritating talk about the weather because of the people around you, so you’re glad to change the topic when he leaves.

“What are your plans for tomorrow evening?” Joris comments. There’s a big party, you’ve heard from the groups of rich and famous people, happening on this gigantic yacht tomorrow, but you haven’t scored an invite so you might just go clubbing. But that sounds embarrassing, so you shrug. “Not sure yet.”

“You have to come to this big party an old friend of Charles is hosting. It’s on this yacht and everyone will be there.”

You and Stella fistbump under the table.

“And what are you guys doing tonight? Charles said you guys were having pasta last night.”

Joris looks a little surprised for a moment then quirks his lips in thought. “Probably not anything. He likes to be alone the night before the race. But last year we did this little dinner at his brother’s house which ended up being really nice.”

You nod.

Qualifying is postponed until five o’clock, and you’re taken to the paddock club by someone to be able to stand at the top and peer down at the track.

The rain has quietened down, yet there’s a lot of tyre warfare, teams mistakenly putting on hards before spinning out so there’s a red flag or two before Q3.

You watch the big screens to see Max score pole, and with a wince Charles is only third.

It’s highly upsetting because of how crucial qualifying is for Monaco. So everyone supporting Ferrari (Carlos is sixth) lets out a heavy sigh before going back to the hospitality.

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It’s 8 now, the sky dimming, and Stella has plans to see an old school friend so you hang around the hospitality, dreading taking the stupid bike back to the hotel.

There’s an energy in the air tonight, the kind you only get in a different place at night. It’s that kind of powerful feeling. You’re talking to one of the chefs as they all finish their service for the night when Charles comes to pick up food, and you’re surprised to see him when he comes to stand next to you.

“Hi,” you say softly, smiling when the chef you’re talking to launches himself at Charles for a hug, speaking rapid French.

“Where’s Stella?” He asks, and he’s checking how his food looks through a peek at the polystyrene container when you reply. “She has plans with another friend tonight.”

“So what’re you doing?” He looks up at you.

“Avoiding taking the bike back to the hotel, then I’ll probably have dinner there.”

“If you ride that stupid big bicycle 5km back to the hotel now at night and in the rain alone I’m going to kill you.” His expression is one of concern.

You laugh as he laughs too, his cheeks warming.

“I’ll get someone to come pick it up, I know they work at the company. Please let me take you somewhere for some food?”

“Don’t you want to wind down before the race?” You ask, uncertain.

He shakes his head. “You won’t be a bother.” He says quietly, and you blush, looking down at the floor.

So you two leave, and he’s got a car waiting for him, and you sprint from the hospitality because the rain’s started to pour again.

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You have to stop at his apartment so he can drop off the food that he now probably won’t eat and so he can change out of his garishly red clothing to be a little more discreet.

You two stand alone in the lift, and you look at him in the mirror for a moment before your eyes meet and he looks away.

His apartment is immediately cosy in the way a man just has stuff everywhere. He has a coat of his mom’s you can borrow after he noticed you shiver when you got out of the car, and when he hands it to you the look on his face is so tender you feel a little anxious.

Going back down, you stand a little closer and get back in the car. He smells comforting now, like that cologne you once caught a whiff of one hot Italian summer day.

Scrolling through your feed, your phone lights up the car and he gets a call from his mom, talking softly in French to her.

You lock your phone. The driver tells you to connect to the aux via Bluetooth and you freeze up with anxiety. But when you start with a Fleetwood Mac song Charles is mouthing the words silently as he texts someone so you relax.

Because of traffic, it takes you forty minutes to get to this restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. Charles opens your door for you.

Entering, the maître d’ is an elderly woman and she hugs Charles so tight. You stand there behind him and she comes to hug you too. She seats you two far away from the door after he asks.

“I think you should get pasta. It’s unreal here.” He says, after you’ve both ordered water.

You smile. “What are you eating?”

“Probably just a chicken salad. Have to stay in order for tomorrow,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “I’m not eating pasta if you have to eat a salad. That’s sad.”

You then bicker for ten minutes until the woman - Gilda - comes back. You make him order first - a chicken Parmesan salad - and then order the same and he shoots you a look (he thought he convinced you to order the pasta).

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After supper you leave in the drizzle, and he takes your arm and loops it through his. His arm is so warm, and you end up leaning your head against the beginning of his shoulder as you stand against the wall, waiting for the driver again.

He turns his head to say something to you, then stares at you for a second. He then leans down to whisper something in your ear and you giggle and then he’s moved to face you properly.

You’re anxiously biting your lip because he’s looking at you like you hang the stars in the sky and you feel terribly awkward and then he leans down and kisses you and he tastes like Parmesan so you laugh in the kiss.

You feel his body shake with laughter beneath your touch and his body is warm even in the drizzle. And when you kiss his lips make your whole body fire up. And his hand is gripping your waist through his mother’s coat and his other hand is running through your slowly dampening hair and he groans and you’re electric.

You pull away when the driver drives up, flushed and awfully happy. His cheeks are pink and his eyes soft.

“Get in the car,” he murmurs softly, and when he opens the door he slides on to the backseat behind you and wraps a hand around your shoulder and everything feels perfect.

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#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 fic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic

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lost-and-ephemeral · 3 months

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Hi 👐 I have some ideas for our LDS Boys that could be interesting to see 😁 some headcanons for Boys x reader on vacation for two whole weeks (what destination they choose, how they plan this trip, what would they do, some sfw etc). Another one - Let's say the boys have a friend who has a crush on them and she interferes in their lives and tries to make reader jealous. How will they cope in this situation? Thank you ♥️

HCs: Vacation With Them

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: fluff, established relationships

A/N: thanks for request ♡ i decided to write the first idea, but! later i'm planning to write the second one!

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Rafayel

As an artist, Rafayel often travels to other cities for various reasons. Sometimes he's looking for inspiration, sometimes his help is needed somewhere.

But a two-week vacation with you?

Just perfect.

Rafayel will personally handle the preparations for this trip.

He'll probably decide to visit a city with beautiful architecture that will "help inspire him". Like Rome, Florence or Venice. Or any other equally beautiful city in the world.

And have no doubt that he'll pick the best hotel he can find.

Rent a big room with a view on the most picturesque part of the city? Sure.

Especially if this will make you happy.

Will definitely take you to the sightseeing spots and tell you about their historical/architectural value.

Either he's very smart or he researched all this information on the internet before coming here. Just to impress you.

Rafayel likes to visit small cafes that have their own special (ahem, romantic) atmosphere. They don't have to be too fancy.

Loves to take you out late at night. You look magical in the streetlights.

Speaking of which, Rafayel always has his camera close to him. He likes to take pictures of you, being able to capture every special moment when your eyes shine with joy.

At the end of the day, he makes sure to cuddle with you in bed while listening to you talk about what you enjoyed the most that day.

Probably fall asleep at the sound of your voice. But he can't help it, you soothe him very much with your presence. He's not doing it on purpose, so don't feel bad.

On "lazy days" likes to stay in the room with you, no going out for walks or anything. After all, you came here to relax.

Rafayel teases you all the time for different reasons, that's his nature, but in this atmosphere he seems to soften a lot. After all, even here you are his favorite sight.

When you point to something you think is beautiful, he keeps looking solely at you and says, "Yes, beautiful."

And then starts blushing like crazy as soon as he realizes exactly what he just said.

Even on vacation, he continues to make some scetches about your trip.

By the end of your vacation, he'll have a couple of drawings of you in his sketchbook. Like you sitting in front of the window with a glass of wine or reading a brochure while lying in bed.

Xavier

Let's face it, Xavier just needs a vacation.

This poor guy is ready to sleep even while he's standing because sometimes he spends days and nights without proper rest.

So a two-week vacation with you is just what he needs.

And it will be the most relaxing type of vacation.

You will prepare everything for the trip together, consider different options and choose the most suitable one.

It is best to choose a warm place somewhere by the sea. So both of you can relax and let go of all your worries.

Just imagine a hotel with windows that are facing the sea. Falling asleep and waking up to the lulling whisper of the waves. Right thing for a good rest, yeah?

During your vacation, Xavier's favorite thing is waking up next to you in this serene atmosphere.

Xavier loves it when you wake up before him (which is almost every morning) and gently caress his face or his hair.

He doesn't have to rush anywhere and can just enjoy your time alone with each other.

Especially when you look so beautiful in the morning sunlight.

Xavier could spend every day, from morning till night, in your arms. And it would be the real paradise for him.

Hold him, cover every inch of his face with kisses. As long as he doesn't have to put everything aside and rush to fight Wanderers, he's happy.

I think he wouldn't mind visiting cute small cafes either. The ones with a cozy and almost homely atmosphere.

When you're at the beach, splash water at him and get ready for a playful battle until he catches you and pulls you into the water with him.

Usually reserved Xavier will finally allow himself to fool around a bit.

Cherish this moment.

After that, he will 100% help you dry yourself.

Xavier wouldn't mind napping on your lap right on the beach. Even the sun won't bother him. His one and only sunshine is already with him.

He likes to watch sunsets with you. When you rest your head on his shoulder and talk about anything you can think of.

But even more than that, he likes to stargaze with you.

Spread a blanket on the sand and get comfortable next to him. Even if you fall asleep in the process, he can carry you to bed, don't worry.

The cool night breeze from the sea can't make you cold as long as Xavier is by your side. He'll keep you warm.

He likes to buy souvenirs so that even when you return home and get back to work, he can look at them and remember something nice.

Zayne

Zayne is a doctor, and that's the reason why most of the time he works until exhaustion. Even if it seems that he hardly gets tired, this is not so.

He needs rest as much as any other person do.

And a two-week vacation with you will be a breath of fresh air.

It's going to sound cliché, but Zayne wouldn't mind going somewhere a bit more colder.

Vacations aren't always about warm places, right?

A city like Reykjavik would be ideal, the nature of Iceland itself is so beautiful and breathtaking.

How about combining a vacation with hiking in beautiful places? Sounds good.

Even if you insist, Zayne will still do all the preparations by himself. He will select a city, a place to stay and make sure that you take everything you need. Especially warm clothes.

Don’t worry, he won’t force you to travel miles on foot in order to look at pure and untouched nature.

Most of the time, he won't mind walking around the city with you and popping into a couple of shops in search of local sweets.

Zayne is the type of person who puts both your and his hand in the pocket of his coat when you're holding hands. This way your fingers will definitely not freeze. And also he just doesn't want to let go

Sitting in warm and cozy cafes with you while drinking hot chocolate is something he loves the most. Your smile, your reddened from the cold cheeks. Just beautiful.

It's hard for him to show his care verbally, but his actions speak louder than any words, so he doesn't mind hugging you from behind to keep you warm.

Allows you to take as many photos with him as you want. And there's so much love in his eyes as you show him those photos.

He, too, prefers to fully enjoy his vacation and rest, not dazedly run back and forth. And that's understandable.

But that doesn't stop him from waking you up with breakfast in bed every morning. He says it's easier to keep track of your nutrition, but it really melts his heart to see how sleepy and happy you look at that moment.

It's a huge plus if the room you're renting has a fireplace.

In that case, you can spend your evenings warming up next to it while Zane sits behind and holds you in his arms.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder and lets himself relax completely. You don't have to speak at this moment, just gently stroke his scarred hands, hold them, showing your love and care for him.

He will be sure to keep a few photos from your vacation. Always. So that your warm moments together will never be erased from his memory.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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What pet names do the brothers give you?

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Lucifer

Very proper pet names, such as “My darling” or “My dearest love.” That’s only during private intimate moments, though. Usually he’ll just call you by your name, or he’ll call you “human” if he’s feeling playful.

Mammon

Lots of kind of sleazy nicknames, like “babes” and “doll face.” If you can picture a 1950s gangster saying it, he’s probably used it. It’s charming, though. If he’s feeling especially sweet, he’ll call you his “treasure.”

Leviathan

He’s definitely nicknaming you after his favorite anime characters for sure. But if you don’t like that, he’ll call you his “Player Two” or his “Favorite Party Member.”

Satan

His favorite nickname is “My Partner in Crime,” especially after all of that anti Lucifer league nonsense. Sometimes he’ll work up the courage to call you “kitten,” but it makes him embarrassed because he thinks it sounds dumb.

Asmodeus

Lots of sickly sweet lovey-dovey pet names. “My sweet baby,” “The light of my life,” “My heart and soul.” Rarely ever does he use your real name. Doesn’t matter how dumb a pet name is, if you ask him to call you something specific he will.

Beelzebub

All food related nicknames. The classics like “Cupcake” or even “Biscuit,” but they get kinda random depending on whatever he’s craving. He once called you his “Spicy Cheeseburger.”

Belphegor

Most of the time he’s too lazy to think of pet names to be honest. When he does, though, it’s usually something simple like “honey” or “sweetie.”

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s1m0nth3swag · 5 days

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Don't mind me just giving short drabbles because I'm sitting in class and I'm bored :3

Leon is the love of my life and uhm domestic headcanons will forever be my favourite

live laugh love Leon Scott Kennedy <3

Leon grumbles as you practically push him onto the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you with his adorable blue eyes - for everything he's gone through, he still has that puppy look about him when he's with you. He pouts softly, sighing as you rummage through various cabinets and successfully find what you had been looking for - the Bleach and Toner he usually uses on his hair. Even though Leon is the one that has been complaining about the way his hair looks for the last week, he also absolutely despises getting it done. So instead, he normally would do it himself - which he was too lazy to do this time. Still, nothing but complains about how awful his hair looked grown out like this, how it was getting too long. You were a little fed up, to say the least. Now, you had enough and pushed him into the bathroom, determined to fix his hair issue.

[Helping Leon dye his hair - Some time after RE2, but also fits for RE4 | Leon most definetly dyes his hair blonde and then stops sometime after RE4 because he gets lazy (and a lil depressed) but as someone with dyed hair it's a pain each time imo]

He huffs and sighs and pouts the entire time, while you can't help but giggle a bit at the sight, especially with how ridiculous he looks once the Bleach is setting - you curse yourself for not having your phone nearby to take pictures. Leon would fight you over it anyway, and seriously, he was stronger than you - Government mandated Training and all. The now blonde haired only calms down once you finally rinse for the last time, hair still wet as he stares at you, swiftly shaking his head like a dog, sending droplets flying through the room. You scream slightly, laughing as you feel them hit your skin and clothes, trying to shield yourself. Leon chuckles softly, grabing your hips as he pulls you towards him, resting his head against your chest. A smile places itself on your lips, uncaring that your shirt was now properly soaked as you listen to his soft murmurs of thank yous.

[Vendetta Leon with a (much) younger partner - aka Leon and the internet | your honor what if I love older men]

You hold back a laugh as you hand Leon your phone, a funny meme on it that you had found while randomly scrolling social media for hours. He stares at it, his face scrunching in confusion as he looks up at you, holding your phone as if he didn't know what to do with it. You weren't fully surprised, it had already been a hassle to get him to upgrade his flip phone to a proper smartphone. You can't help but grin, and he sighs heavily. "Your humor will be the death of me one day, what is this, love?" He grumbles, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes as you sit beside him, snuggling into his side as you start explaining the meme - in the end only earning a soft chuckle from the older guy, a simple show of endearment.

[Leon with the kitten he said he didn't want - RE4 Leon | He loves cats, you can't tell me otherwise]

He stares down at the small creature, watching as it desperately tries to climb up his leg, meowing in desperation. Leon didn't want a pet, at all. Especially not a cat that wouldn't be able to defend you or the home - he sighs as he thinks of all the puppies at the shelter that would've done a great job at that. He picks the small animal up, placing it in his lap, where it promptly flops down and starts purring. His heart isn't melting. Not one bit.

Only a few days later you practically have to pry the cat from Leon if you wanted to even have a second with it. It was crazy, at first Leon had said it would never get into the bedroom or bathroom, now it was allowed to snuggle up to him in bed and even follow him whereever he went. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he loved the cat a little more than he loved you. At least when you found him during his midday nap, and with the kitten on top his chest.

#leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy resident evil

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northsoulss · 4 months

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the media thinking reader is in a relationship w some popular male footballer but she's actually with elisa and they soft (or hard) launch their relationship 🤭🤭

mon amour - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here it is! hopefully this is what you had in mind lol. this is quite a long one. writing this hit home, so i quite like how it turned out! thanks for the request xoxo)

growing up in a relatively conservative town, you never had the chance to express your identity as a queer individual. it was a constant internal battle, thinking something was wrong with you for liking someone of the same gender. things became more complicated when you began liking football, it being seen as more of a boy-ish sport.

thankfully, your hometown had a small women’s youth football club, and you begged your parents to allow you to sign on, which they begrudgingly accepted. hoping to meet other queer women, you went into football hopeful, but your ideas were quickly shut down when you realised a lot of them were straight. you continuously struggled with your sexuality as you grew up, fear taking over whenever you had the opportunity to come out. so you never did, remaining closeted for all your teenage years.

as you began to advance and become better at football, you wanted to make it a career, to do it professionally. eventually when you signed with psg a year ago, it was undoubtedly the best decision of your life. after moving to france, you finally got to experience a proper queer community with supportive people. you still made no move to come out, for you realised that there was no need to put it out there; to let everyone know that you were queer. so long as you were contented with what you identified as, nothing else really mattered. or so you thought.

over time as you became more popular and well known, you began to see that there are many upsides and downsides to being a public figure. on one hand, you have formed close bonds with other footballers of both genders and experienced nothing like you could have ever imagined. on the other hand, every time you posted something vaguely couple-ly with one of your friends, especially the guys, your fans would go nuts.

“is she dating him?”, “i knew they were together!” were the very common comments you would get when posting pictures with you and another footballer, who happened to be one of your very good guy friends, _(insert male name)_ , whom you hung out with quite often. you decided that one day you were sick of the comments, and posted something for pride, saying that you were proud to be a queer woman. lo and behold, that did not stop the comments.

lady luck must have been on your side for your team has been nothing but incredibly supportive of you coming out. at the same time, one of your teammates took this chance to snag you, and surprise, surprise. you fell head over heels for the woman and have been dating ever since.

you have decided to lay low for the first few months, trying your hardest not to post anything that would make the fans suspicious. however, one day you decided had enough of the speculations.

it was a lazy saturday, you and elisa were out at a quaint neighbourhood cafe having brunch, just enjoying the warm summer weather. it had been a few days after your 6 month anniversary, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. so, as sneakily as you could, you snapped a picture of her looking off into the distance, watching the kids at the playground goofing around with a small smile. too bad your phone wasn’t silenced, so a loud shutter sound was made and caused elisa to whip her head around.

she locks eyes with you, and you must have had the guiltiest expression on your face, because she immediately broke out in laughter. “what are you doing baby?” she laughs harder as your face reddens, her taking your hand in hers and rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“you just looked really good okay!” you defend yourself defiantly, showing her the photo that you took. she gives you a knowing look, before turning away to continue looking at the scenery around, a small smirk on her lips. there was a comfortable silence amongst you two, but your mind started to wonder. for a while now, you’ve been meaning to ask elisa about announcing your relationship. you were sick and tired on hiding things and being so secretive, but you were scared. you enjoy the privacy, the intimate looks given to each other across the room, the subtle electrifying touches on the pitch when you’re standing next to each other. you just don’t want to ruin things-

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” elisa breaks you out of your thoughts, head tilted slightly to take a look at you. you were oddly silent for a while, and when elisa turned back around to see what you were doing, you were just staring into space, a dazed look on your face.

you swallow dryly, taking a deep breath. “i think i want to announce our relationship.” you say quickly, averting eye contact with her. you felt her hand tighten around yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. you look up at her timidly from your lap, and you see lines of worry etched onto her face. her brows furrowed slightly, her mouth in a taunt line.

“are you sure about this?” she questions, concern clear as day in her voice. she knew about your past, and you were the one who was more worried about the relationship compared to her. now that you were bringing this up, she had every right to be concerned.

“well, i’m just sick of people thinking i’m dating that meathead. i’m not. i’m dating you. you’re the one i love.” the moment the last sentence left your mouth, elisa swore her heart skipped a beat.

“a-are you very sure? there’s no going back after you announce this you know?” she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation, but all she saw was determination.

“i’m sure, baby.” you smile at her, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of her hand. at that moment, elisa was so proud of you. you have come so far, and she knew how big of a step this was for you — to publicly announce that you were in a relationship with another woman.

“i’m proud of you, mon amour.” she wore a warm smile, eyes crinkled, the midday sunlight hitting her facial features just right. you pick up your phone to snap a picture, and this time you did not shy away from her, even asking her to give you her best smile.

before you left the cafe, you quickly posted it, tagging her and titling the caption as “the love of my life, @/elisadealmeida5. mon amour.🤍” of course, the fans were not impressed, but you didn’t care, for you were finally proud to be loud about your identity and your relationship, and the press and media are not going to get in the way of that.

later that night, as you lay in bed with your head on her chest, you get a phone call from your good guy friend. elisa raises a brow at you, and you shrug, picking it up and putting him on speaker.

“yo what’s up! you’re on speaker by the way.”

“you just had to do a hard launch huh?” he cuts to the chase, tone teasing, but proud. you groan, your hand coming up to cover your face.

“ugh c’mon! they were shipping me with you out of all people!” you tease back, looking at elisa who was staring at you, admiration in her eyes. you give her a soft smile, pressing a small kiss on her cheek.

“yeah, yeah, i know. proud of you, short stack. tell elisa i said hi!” and with that, he hung up. not long after, you received an instagram notification where he replied to your post. “i told you so.. what a man child.” you read his comment and smile knowingly, and put your phone away, turning around to face elisa again when she grabs your face and kisses you hard. you gasp into the kiss, melting into her lips. when she pulls away, she leans her forehead against yours, you panting slightly.

“i’ll say this again and again, and i know you’ll grow tired of it, but i’m so proud of you, mon amour, don’t forget that.” she finishes her sentence with another passionate kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #elisa de almeida fluff #elisa de almeida psg #lgbtqia #psg feminines x reader #psg feminines #psg women #psg football #psg #woso fluff #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #wlw #wlw post #wlw love

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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it’s dbf!indy anon and I finally had a thought!!!

looking at old photos of your dad and indy with dbf!indy, and just being like “wow I would’ve smashed younger you” or “you’ve just gotten more handsome with age” or like, subtly flirting and he’s trying so hard to not flirt back bc he’s still trying to forget that he finds you attractive

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (due to an age gap), minors dni.

Your dad seems to have been a whole other person before he'd settled down with your mom. You've never seen this side of him before, the cocky young man pictured beside Dr. Jones at a dig site, squinting into the sun and marred with dirt. Now he's neat, proper, and wouldn't spent days at a dig site if he was offered millions of dollars.

Dr. Jones is even more jarring to look at. There's a layer of rugged scruff on his face in the picture, his shirt hanging half open over his chest and sweat lining his brow. His sleeves are torn off in the photos, probably due to the sweltering heat they're working in, though you wonder if having his skin exposed left him vulnerable to sunburns. He doesn't look burnt, only gorgeously tanned, and you marvel over the man he used to be.

"That's you?" You ogle at a shot of him standing atop a carrier plane, lugging crates of god knows what into the hold. The cut-off sleeves give you a fantastic view of the muscles in his arms bulging while he lifts the boxes, and you only wish you'd have been there in person to avoid the slightly grainy quality to the film. It's a precarious position he's in, one that you wouldn't expect from the proper professor beside you.

"That's me," He drawls, "You like my hair?"

It's not combed, laying fluffy and natural over his forehead. There's a hat hanging from his belt, and you're surprised it hadn't messed up the strands of hair that flop so naturally over his head.

"it's different," You laugh, turning to face him. He'd been peering over your shoulder to see the pictures you're looking at, so when you turn, you're rather close. He doesn't move away, though, not even as you study him with a discerning gaze.

"You're proper-handsome now." You decide, "The gelled hair, the glasses, the suits-and-ties. But you used to be rugged-handsome." You flip to the next page, showcasing him caught sleeping against a load of cargo in the tiny plane.

You're too focused on the photos to notice him watching you, jaw working to tighten his lazy grin so that it doesn't turn upside down. He's fighting an internal battle, he knows he shouldn't be attracted to you but he is, and he can't decide whether he'll allow himself to accept your compliments or not.

"See?" You point to his posture, toned arms stretched up and over his head, his hat over his face to block out the sun, "That's a picture they'd put in one of those super-sexy firefighter-of-the-month calendars. The muscles, the open shirt, the thighs on display..." You muse, tracing over each feature you name.

He's torn. You're complimenting him, openly, brazenly. He knows he's not taking advantage of you, you're coming to him, but something about it seems so forbidden that he almost can't respond. But he's well-acquainted with danger, with the exhilaration of doing something he shouldn't, so he lets a chuckle escape, "Yeah? You think I'd make it as a sexy firefighter?"

"Oh, for sure," You nod, like you think you're reassuring his insecurities, "Just lose the shirt and swap it for suspenders, Indy, you'd fit right in."

"Really," He marvels your bold nature, unable to stop from laughing again, "Well sweetheart, maybe you 'oughta take the pictures for me. Pose me, oil me up, that sorta thing."

"Deal," You grin, turning back to face him again, still not backing away from your tantalizingly close proximity, "Should I bring socks to stuff your crotch with?"

"No need," Indiana assures you, his drawl never having been cockier, "I've got that covered myself, sweetheart."

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jaylleoo14 · 7 months

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An Octopus's First Impression

I have so much brainrots but im not a good enough writer to put them into actual stories and stuff😭 AHHHH TEH PAIN (If it isnt obvious enough I have low confidence in myself with my writing ability TT) But yes, Hello! This is going to be my debut as a twst writer and perhaps for other fandoms too<3 for now I am most comfortable writing for twst though, but please do enjoy your visit on my page!

Azul has yet to make a proper introduction to you

Part II

>GN!ReaderxAzul

[disclaimer] A rather desperate and calculative Tako

[characters] Azul and the other sillies that get in his way X3

When you first arrived at NRC Azul was surely not one of the individuals you'd paid mind to. The first dorm leaders that made their appearances known to your acknowledgment first was Vil because of his striking awe-stunning and jaw dropping beauty, Kalim because of his outward friendliness and radiating-welcoming personality, and lastly Riddle because of his fierce strictness to follow the school rules accordingly (And along with other respective proper and prim mannerisms and clothing rules to abide by whenever your paths were crossed)

Idia of course did not make his presence known and you literally did not know of him only until later after meeting Orthro, and even then you've only heard of him and never actually seen him. I mean cmon, who has honestly?

Leona is always hiding away, lazing around somewhere as he naps away into his own comfort so you dont even encounter him until some magical fateful day, but thats a story for another time :)

Although perhaps meeting him already when everyone is asleep, you arent really formally introduced to Malleus. So until then, you technically havent met Malleus for multiple reasons that are rather lengthy to list.

And then there's Azul. oooooh boy. Despite how interested he is in you regarding your sudden magical predicament and trying to approach you, you somehow always seem to be going astray from your interactions with him

He's tried to approach you, ensuring he'd give a lasting impression on you as he's heading on over to greet you properly

though things dont go as planned when Lilia is suddenly snatching you away to go entertain a certain activity of his out of nowhere

Or when you're being chased by a random Savanaclaw student with a bread bun in your mouth and Grim buried in your side as your arm wraps around him securely, holding about 4x amount of food in his paws (Cater in the background taking pictures of this and posting it on his magicam #delinquent #hungry for some breadbunz #Getting chased #My junior is so cute and trouble some #Uh oh trouble!)

Perhaps if it weren't for those troublesome classmates of yours, ah yes - Ace and Deuce - then you wouldn't be stuck in a tree branch right now with that troubling huntsman below you trying to help you down and he would by now be shaking hands with you

Why are you just all over the place?! You've already met with that Lazy Lion when all he did was sleep on the floor and you miraculously tripped over him, resulting in him catching you in his arms before you fell face first into the hard cobblestoned floor! He didnt even do anything to try and approach you so why is it that despite all his meticulous planning on trying to approach you and make an appearance, it just never happens?! Not only that but you're now indebted to that second prince just for you to do him a solid and fetch him a meat sandwich. Seriously, what a waste of a perfect opportunity

Do you perhaps already know who he is? Is that it? Are you actively trying to avoid him?! You're stressing him out already here Prefect, hello?! Its very important for a business man to expand his connections, you know. You two have never even properly met! Now that wont do at all, he must make his appearance now. Especially when you can offer that lovely little dwelling of yours for a branch of his add on of the Mostro Lounge with some talking and persuasion of course :)

He's been carefully looking over your schedule, trying to figure out what classes you go to at what time and when; will we be able to cross paths here? What about when you head on over to your chem class? You have lunch with who and where? Noted, now he can definitely prepare to approach you now. Is he desperate? Of course not, he's just ought to give you a proper greeting is all! Its not weird that he's trying to remember your schedule and trying to talk to you and-

You're in the library, studying up on some topics you don't quite get in your history class. The library was rather quaint and tranquil, a nice aesthetically pleasing place to help you go over your lessons and to study. You had a test coming up in Professor Trein's class and that was something you did NOT want to fail in again. Failing once or perhaps twice or maybe even a possible third time but who knows was already enough to bring your grade down to get a harsh scolding from Riddle and a sympathetic look from Trey

Your face all in the book, your notes plastered and sprawled out on the side where they rest on the table, and your other needed stationary next to you, you were in a environment where no one was around for you to focus up and study hard

Well, no one around except for Azul

Perfect! This is a great opportunity to approach you now! No one is around and he can even talk up into having you indebted to him by helping you study! This situation is rather perfect if he says so himself

A confident look spreads across his face as he walks on over to you, a perfect and professional air surrounding him

"Good evening Prefect, It's a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I do apologize on interrupting your study session here but I would like the humbling experience to introduce myself."

A nice and firm smile is sprawled on his face as his hand is outstretched towards yours to make a formal shake. You look up from your book and stare at his hand, soon taking it as you sit and ponder only for a second

"Oh, aren't you that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor while riding his broomstick?"

Crack. After finally being able to introduce himself for GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, you know him for THAT?! For sevens sake! Not as Octavinelle's Dorm leader, BUT "that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor"

God he wants to go curl away and hide now. His hand flinching as you mention so but you keep a firm hold on his to give him a proper shake, a little oblivious to his faltering demeanor

"I think Floyd mentioned you before too. You're that boss running Mostro Lounge he said right? I think he said your name was-"

"Azul Ashengrotto." Clearing his throat a little before he continues "It's a pleasure to meet you (y/n)" Azul is quick to regain his composure and returns the firm hold. How strong you grip and how long you shake is incredibly important in dealing with business, especially when wanting to make lasting impressions to expand your social networks

In his mind though he wants to quickly eradicate that impression you have about him, and thus he asks to join you - to which you complied - in hopes of overwriting and hopefully making you forget that horrific thing you witness regarding his flight skills

And of course Floyd just had to meet you before he did. Its not really surprising considering his boisterous personality and extroverted behavior when in the mood, but perhaps Jade has also met you then too. Considering that those two tend to be near one another

No, of course he's not feeling bitter that even those two slimy eels met you first. Of course he's not feeling a little irritated that they didnt try to strike you up into making a deal with him. Or maybe the fact that whatever those two were doing they'd at least try to make you two meet! Afterall, he did tell them to send you over once due to his interest in you. But he then adverts his attention back onto you when mention how you are currently studying for an upcoming test

You dont know him at all yet, so you let yourself be completely vulnerable. Looking like the smart and reliable gentleman that he is, you ask him to help you study. Oh how you make it so easy for him, he didnt even need to offer!

With a pleasant smile on his face, his slick and gloved fingers pushing up the frame of his glasses, he happily accepts with a sweet tone in his voice as you both sit together and go over the lessons together

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elliesswhore · 9 months

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Who’s your daddy?

Warnings: BAD WRITING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, dom!ellie, sub!reader, smut, cunnilingus, r&e!receiving, strap-on use r!receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, language, pictures are taken.

A/n: I know I said I’d finish the other one butttt I’ll get to it. This feels more important. NOT PROOF READ IM TOO LAZY

Wc:3.5k

You’re sat on Ellie’s bed waiting for her to get home from patrol. It’s getting late and you’re worried, but you know Ellie can get through anything. She’s the strongest person you know, and you’re so happy that she finally asked you out two years ago. Dina and Jesse got fed up with the mutual pining and made it happen.

As you were reading a book that Ellie found for you on patrol a week ago, she walks in with a tense look on her face. You could tell it had been a rough night. She still looked as beautiful as ever though and you were happy to see she didn’t look very injured. There was a tiny cut on her cheekbone, with a bruise surrounding it.

She sets her stuff down and looks over at you. This isn’t the first bad patrol she’s had so you aren’t surprised at the hard look in her eyes. You always let her take her anger out on you. You guys made a safe word after a particularly bad patrol. She was worried that she might hurt you but you showed her that you could take it, and since then she’s not so shy anymore.

Even though all Ellie has on are some jeans and a hoodie, you can’t help but think about what’s under the layers. You want to unwrap her like a piece of candy. She’s so fucking pretty.

You’re snapped out of your trance when she starts to move. She slowly stalks towards you, standing between your spread legs and looks down at you. Ellie lifts her left hand to cup your cheek, using her thumb to tug your lip out from your teeth. You look up not even realizing you were biting your lip.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks in a low voice that has you pushing your thighs together for any sort of friction. You’re stopped by her legs. "hm?" She hums after you stay quiet. Ellie moves her hand to roughly grab your jaw, making you look right at her.

"I asked you a question, little girl." You’re so turned on you can barely form a proper sentence. "I-um," you stutter, "I don't- I-"

You’re interrupted with a light slap to your face. You moan lightly as she weaves her other hand in your hair, tugging the back so your head is tilted up even more. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Such a dirty girl, I've barely even touched you and you can't get any words out."

"Please." You whine. She moves the hand on your face to wrap around your neck, squeezing harder than you were expecting. You moan, closing your eyes. That earns another slap on your cheek with her right hand. Her left hand lets up a little.

"Eyes on me. Who's your daddy?" She demands.

"You." You whisper.

"Louder."

"You." You say a little louder.

Ellie leans down so her face is hovering over yours, the hand choking you squeezes harder and she slaps you again. "You can do better than that. When I say louder, I mean fucking louder." She roughly slips her middle and ring finger in your open mouth and starts to fuck your throat. Her fingers thrust in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. The feeling of your hot, wet mouth around her fingers makes her clit throb. Her fingers come to a stop after a minute. You stick your tongue out, and she lightly taps it with her fingers.

She removes her fingers using them to hold your jaw, spitting in your awaiting mouth. She removes her hand to play with the neckline of the tshirt you’re wearing, paired with just underwear. Her hand still choking you.

"Ellie-" "That's not my name." She deadpans.

"Fuck, daddy, people could hear."

"I don't care." She moves her legs to straddle your thighs, using the hand on your neck to push you to lay on your back on the bed. Ellie hikes your tshirt up with her other hand, admiring the black lace panties you decided to wear. Also something she found for you on patrol.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your panties as she moves the hand on your neck down to grope one of your breasts through the shirt. You were going to bed soon so you didn’t have a bra on. She was certainly enjoying it, and now so are you. You could see her eyes darkening above you.

"This time I want you to moan it." The hand toying with your panties moves down, and she starts rubbing antagonizing slow circles on your clit, through your underwear.

"Fu-" "Who's your daddy?"

"Fuck, you, you daddy, fucking you." You moan out as her fingers begin to pick up the pace. She leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, grinning. "Good girl."

Her fingers stop, making you whine before you gasp as her hand makes its way into your panties, rubbing with the same pace as before.

"Shut up, good girls don't whine. They take what they’re given."

"Fuck I'll be good, just fuck, do something. Please, daddy." You beg, hoping she gives in.

She does. Ellie pulls your tshirt over your head, her mouth instantly going to lick, suck, and bite at the new area of exposed skin.

"Such a little slut, dressed like this. Were you hoping I'd come home and fuck you?"

You whine.

"Huh? Wanted me to rough you up tonight so people know exactly what we did tomorrow? I bet you'd like that, my little whore."

"You're being extra naughty tonight. If you don't answer me one more time daddy's gonna have to punish you."

You weigh your options and finally decide you’re in the mood to be a brat. So you stay silent. She doesn’t like that very much. Her lips twitch in a small smirk. She knows what you’re doing.

Ellie grabs your waist and turns you over on your stomach so fast you think you might get whiplash. She straddles the back of your thighs. You cry out as her palm connects with your ass with loud smack.

No doubt if anyone was outside they could hear it. You could feel how angry she was. "Count, slut. And thank daddy after each one. Think you can manage that, dumb fucking whore?"

"Yes," You gasp. "One. Thank you, daddy."

Smack. "Two. Thank you, daddy."

Smack. "Three. Thank you, daddy."

SMACK. This one is harder but god does it feel good. "fuck, f-four. Thank you, daddy"

She alternates between cheeks until your ass is raw, with her handprints starting to welt on your ass. It feels so good right now, but you know you’ll be sore after the adrenaline wears off. You can’t wait to take pictures for your collection.

Smack. "f-fifteen, p-please please daddy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please just fuck me."

"Fuck, love it when you beg for daddy's cock." She kneads your ass in both hands, before smoothing them over, admiring her hand prints.

"Please, I'll do anything." You beg more.

"Anything?" "Anything, I'm such a fucking whore for you daddy. Want your cock all day." You’re still laying on your stomach, head turned so you could talk. The weight of her on top of you feels amazing and you want more.

"Careful what you wish for, little girl. I don't think your pussy could handle my cock all day."

"No, you're wrong I can, I can, please please." Ellie moves you onto your back, and you hiss at the contact of your ass on the bed. Ellie just grins above you pleased that her marks will be on you for awhile.

You gasp as she takes one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard. You close your eyes leaning your head back, relishing in the feeling of her mouth on your breasts. You feel a sharp smack on the side of your thigh making you look back at her. You find her staring at you with a look in her eyes. Keep your eyes on me.

She continues her descent downward, sucking hickies over your stomach and the inside of your thighs. All while making intense eye contact with you. It feels amazing. It looks amazing. She looks so pretty between your legs.

She positions herself more comfortably on her knees in front of you. She uses her insanely attractive and strong hands to force your legs apart. Ellie rests her head on your right thigh bringing her right hand up in between your folds, teasing you. It feels nice but it’s not enough and she knows that.

She moves her head in between your legs more and licks a stripe up your folds, you sigh in relief, but that's all she does. She kisses back up your body reaching her right hand up to wrap it around your neck. She squeezes lightly as she leans down to kiss you. Soon enough you feel her tongue lick your lips forcing her way in. You moan into the kiss, and she pulls away. Your lips chase hers and she chuckles.

"Always make such pretty sounds, sweet girl." She says rubbing her thumb up and down the side of your neck whilst she chokes you. "Please daddy." You’re desperate at this point.

“Aww, please daddy?” She mocks, “Sound so needy, baby.” She smiles at you.

Ellie pulls away completely making you whine. She pulls her hoodie and shirt off leaving her in jeans and her sports bra. You lay on the bed watching her. You think she’s the most gorgeous thing to walk this planet.

“Take ‘em off.” She demands, nodding down to her jeans. Happily, you sit up and reach your hands to unbutton them. You look up at her as you unzip them and pull them down. She smiles at you and takes them off the rest of the way.

“I think,” she says backing up a little, “that it’s your turn to get on your knees.”

You slide off the bed onto your knees in front of her. You hook your fingers in the waistband of her black boxers and tug them down and off.

“I think you still need to earn my cock, baby. Hm? What do you think?” She says, running her fingers through your hair.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

The hand in your hair tightens, and she forces your head closer to her heat. You can see how wet she is now. She always enjoys manhandling you. She loves how easy it is to get you to submit. You look up at her waiting for more.

“What the fuck are you waiting for. Be a good little girl and make me cum.”

With those words you dive right in. You lick a stripe up her folds just as she did to you earlier, moaning at the taste of her. She always tastes so good. You lick and suck on her clit for a while before moving down to shove your tongue in her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit. Ellie moans out at the stimulation, shoving your head even further into her. You can barely breathe and you love it. If you died like this, you would die happy.

“Fuck. Good girl.” She moans. “Stick out your tongue, baby.”

You stick out your tongue, and she starts to grind her pussy on it. She’s using you for her own pleasure and your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.

Ellie’s moans start to get higher pitch and you can tell she’s about to cum. “Fuck, dirty fucking girl, eating my pussy for some cock.” She’s breathing heavy, moans flowing from her mouth. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck hard.

“Holy fuck-FUCK.” Her hips buck forward and she moans as she cums on your tongue. You slurp up all she has to offer with a satisfied hum. You continue until she pushes your head away from the overstimulation. You kneel on your feet looking up at her. Ellie’s juices and cum covers the lower half of your face, and she thinks it’s one of the prettiest sights she’s ever seen. She lightly taps you cheek twice, smiling down at you.

“Good girl. Get on the bed.” You obey, taking your panties off and getting into the position she likes to start in. You lay on your back and rest your head against the pillows. She’s being nice now but you know it won’t last long.

She slips her boxers back on before walking to the nightstand and pulling out her strap. It’s purple, 8 inches, curves upward slightly, and she knows exactly how to use it.

Ellie climbs on the bed, forcing your legs apart and getting in between them so that your thighs are resting on hers.

Her left hand grips your thigh tightly as her other one reaches to grab her cock. She slides the strap between your folds, teasing you with the tip. You moan loudly, glad she’s finally giving you what you want.

"What happened to 'people could hear.' Hm?What? Now that the slut's getting what she wants, she doesn't care?" She looks down at you with raised eyebrows, a smug look on her face.

"mhm" you hum, your eyes are closed. You hope it’ll set her off and she’ll fuck you instead of just circling the tip over your clit. "Just wanna get fucked."

"Is that right? hm, I don't know. I'm quite liking where we're at right now." She says switching to rubbing her whole cock over your cunt.

"Fuck, it feels so good. Please, more" She doesn't listen continuing to tease you. You want more but Ellie was definitely enjoying herself. Her eyes are glued to your pussy, her mouth opened slightly as she watches her strap get covered in your slick. You hear her groan and she looks up to find you staring at her. She smiles leaning down to kiss you once more.

Leaning back she takes her hand off your thigh and lightly slaps your cheek again. Your eyes close, moaning at the little sting it brings. She stops teasing and lines her cock up with your entrance. Her hands are on your waist and you close your eyes feeling her enter you. She’s big, and the stretch feels fucking amazing.

You open your eyes when you hear her groan. Her head is tilted back and her eyes are closed. Ellie swears she can feels you around the strap. She looks so fucking hot. She looks down at you with a smirk and you clench around her cock. She bites her lip and begins to thrust in and out of you.

"Such a tight little cunt, made just for me."

"All for you daddy." You moan louder as she begins to pick up the pace, until she’s fucking you hard and deep. She’s leaning over slightly and it feels like she’s in your stomach.

"Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good. I can't I-" Tears prick your eyes and you feel like you’re in heaven as she goes even harder. Ellie’s looks down at you and you feel tears roll down your cheeks. She moves one arm so it’s resting right by your head and the other goes to wipe your tears.

"Look so pretty when you cry, baby. Makes me wanna ruin you even more."

"Do it, oh god. Do it daddy." Ellie pulls out making you let out a big whine. "daddy, why'd you stop?"

"Wanna taste you." Is all she says.

Before you can even register what's happening, she’s laying in between your legs. Her mouth is on your pussy sucking your clit in a way that nobody else can. She’s completely ruined anyone else for you. She flicks her tongue back and forth on your clit and you let out moan after moan. "Daddy, please just-"

Ellie slaps your cunt and it makes you jolt back a little, but she just grabs your hips and pulls you back. She puts your legs on her shoulders, wrapping her arm around to hold you down.

"Shut up and let daddy enjoy her girl." She continues to toy with your clit with her tongue as she brings her hand up to your entrance, pushing her ring and middle fingers inside. You moan and she groans against your pussy, the vibrations making the pleasure increase.

“Always taste so good f’me baby. Can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Fuck.”

She thrusts her fingers hard into your pussy, hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

When she said enjoy, she meant it. She’s groaning, and you can see her grinding against the bed. The harness of the strap giving her clit some much needed attention. Your hands tangle in her hair, and tug hard on it causing her to moan against you. You shudder and gasp at the feeling. You’re so close and she knows it. Of course, knowing this, she pulls away again. You whine out, you wanna cum so bad but she always drags it out ,but you know if you say anything she’ll take even longer.

She sits up and grabs your hips turning you onto your stomach, completely manhandling you. “Knees.”

You shimmy onto your knees so your face presses against the pillows and your ass is in the air. She knows exactly what she’s doing as she enters you again, you can feel her cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars. One hand is on your hip and the other is massaging your ass. She begins with slow deep thrusts because she knows it drives you crazy.

“Look so pretty like this, sweetheart. My own little slut, taking my cock so fucking well.”

“Say it.”

You’re a moaning mess under her and she loves it. She switches between looking at your face, your ass, and her strap sliding in and out of you. She’s groaning from the friction of the harness and you can tell she’s close.

Eventually she can't hold back anymore, and starts thrusting hard and fast. She moves her right hand to choke you again, lifting your upper half off the bed. You can feel her even deeper now and it makes you moan loudly. One of your hands reaches behind you, nails scratching at whatever you can reach. Her other hand comes up to your face. You know what she wants as you take her thumb in your mouth, sucking on it. She groans at the sight.

“God. You’re such a fucking whore, baby. What would everyone say if they knew how fucking naughty you are? Hm? If they knew how much of a slut you are? Bet you’d like it huh? Having everyone know who fucks you this good.”

She chuckles. “Although, by the looks of it everyone is going to know how slutty you are.” Her thrusts are starting to get uneven and you can hear her panting and groaning behind you.

Her words make you let out a pornographic moan, thinking about the bruises that’ll be on your neck for the next few days.

"I'm close." She breathes out.

"Fuck, me too daddy. Please. Please, can I cum? I’ve been so good, daddy. Please.” You whine and moan out around her thumb, practically babbling.

"Shit, fuck. You can come, baby. Come all over daddys cock." You moan as she moves her hand from your mouth to rub circles on your clit. You moan even louder as you come, clenching around her cock.

"Fuck, gonna fill you up sweet girl. Gonna get you pregnant. Let everyone know who you belong to." She practically growls in your ear. Her hot breath against you makes causes goosebumps to arise on your skin.

You moan, she’s only brought this up a couple times and it makes you go crazy every time. She continues to thrust in and out of you, chasing her high. "Do it, daddy. Fill me up, fuck a baby into me."

“Fuuuck.” She groans as she cums in her boxers. Both of you are breathing heavy as she pulls out. Ellie gently lowers your upper half onto the bed, settling back on her feet. “Fuck.” She sighs satisfyingly. “Did so good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.”

“Stay there.”

Ellie’s leaves to clean herself up and change boxers. She comes back with her polaroid camera and a warm wash cloth. She grins at the sight of your pussy dripping with your cum, and your bruising ass.

She grabs the camera and takes a picture of it. She flips you around to get another picture of her choking you. You have a lot of those but every one is just as hot as the last.

"My pretty baby looks all fucked out."

You smile tiredly, eyes threatening to close, "She is."

She smiles and leans down to kiss you before she takes one last picture of you face. Once she’s done she grabs the wash cloth and cleans you up. “Gotta get up, baby. You need to pee.”

You groan at her words, you would literally rather do anything else than get up right now.

“I know, I know, but you have to.”

“Ellieee-“

Giving up, she picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet. You pee, wipe, and wash your hands before Ellie basically drags you to bed. She puts a different tshirt of hers on you and some panties. “One more thing, baby.”

“Ughhhh”

“Stop being a brat, baby and drink this water.”

You do as she says and get under the covers. You’re two seconds from passing out. Ellie gets a glass of her own water before joining you in bed. She lays on her back and you cuddle into her, her arms wrapping around your waist.

“Are you okay?” You ask her.

She scoffs and smiles a little. “Am I okay? I should be asking you that.”

Your hand reaches up and lightly touches the bruise forming on her cheek. She grabs your hand and kisses it. She holds your hand and rests it on her body.

“It’s nothing baby, just got stuck with a shitty patrol partner. Fucking pissed me off. I’m okay.”

You lean up and kiss her lips. It’s soft and slow. “I love you.”

She pulls you even closer if that’s possible. “I love you too, sweet girl.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #elliesswhore

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write smth with a military reader where they’re a sniper as well, but they see König or Ghost and go “I want that one” and where they’re normally sarcastic and a little shit, with them they’re soft and like here’s your coffee, exactly how they like it or whatever? Sorry this is a little ramble-y

Hello! I'd certainly be happy to try! Hopefully I managed to capture the personality you were looking for, though I admit I struggled a little trying to encapsulate it!

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Sniper ! Reader

Summary: You settle down with Ghost for some tea, when he reminds you of when you met, and the aftermath you get to experience every day. Keywords: Established relationship (but hidden!), Soap - Reader - Ghost is a chaotic trio fr fr, reader's callsign is "Grifter"/Griff for short, and also quite popular with the grunts 😉 Wordcount: 1290

“One tea,” you call out, voice sing-song and light, as you place the ceramic mug in front of the masked soldier. Ghost rarely, if ever, lets anyone fix him a cup, and you can’t help but preen at the trust he puts in you… or the fact that you might be damn good at making tea.

Meanwhile, Johnny whines like a child left to thirst, a pout taking over his features as he slouches forward in his seat. “Why does he get tea, and I don’t?” He attempts to throw Ghost puppy eyes for pity points, most likely to leech a sip or five, but is only met with a scoff. If anyone were to be immune to Johnny’s wiles, it would be Ghost. With you as a strong second contender.

“Do I look like a barista to you, Soap?” you ask, brow arched as you gesture to yourself—dressed semi-casually, but obviously military personnel now that you’re back at base. You roll your eyes heavenward at his theatrics as you settle on the bench, fighting back a smile at the friendly bickering. It's quite the norm between the three of you, and you would have it no other way. Even if it means being called out for your hypocrisy.

“Not their fault you’re too lazy t’make your own cup,” Ghost chimes in, muttering a thank you your way as he shields the mug, warming his fingers. He is still masked, but you have no doubt he’s smirking at Johnny’s misfortune. You, yourself, find it difficult not to.

“Blatant favouritism!”

“Proper dickhead. Aren’t you running late for your meetin’?”

“Get tae fuck,” Soap replies with a half-groan-half-laugh as he stands from the table with poorly concealed haste, rolling his shoulders as he offers the two of you an informal farewell—his middle finger. “You’re lucky I’m needed elsewhere.” And he’s lucky that he has you two to remind him.

“Don’t fall asleep during debrief like last time, Soap!” you call after him, and before the Scotsman turns the corner, you hear a muffled “Shut it!” which only makes you cackle like a hyena.

With your newfound privacy, your leg brushes against Ghost’s as you sit shoulder to shoulder on the metal bench. A casual gesture that means more to you than meets the eye.

“...and then there were two,” you say, grinning from behind your cup as you turn to look at Ghost. Your expression softens as you see him peel off the balaclava, a tinge of embarrassment flustering your cheeks. You should be used to this by now, his face, yet somehow it always manages to take your breath away. Perhaps it is the trust he has in you, to bare his face so casually, that makes your heart flutter.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says before occupying himself with the tea you’ve kindly provided.

You let out a light laugh. “Really? We both know you’d delete them off my phone within a minute—you’d probably destroy the phone, too,” you tease, but avert your eyes from him out of politeness. You know he can get uncomfortable after prolonged staring. So instead, you pivot in your seat, leaning back on your elbows to watch the entrance. This way, you can warn him should anyone unfamiliar enter, leaving him ample time to put on his balaclava.

From out of the corner of your eye, you can see him watching you for a brief moment; seemingly satisfied with what he finds, he stares forward once more. He takes a swig of tea, stifling a smile at the taste before taking another.

“Remember when we met?” he asks with a deceivingly casual tone.

How could you forget?

Your team had been ordered to assist with coverage—a last minute, panicked detail. The mission was accomplished, but 141 had gotten separated during escape. You had been told the mission could be considered a “high risk, high reward”, and now the mission was cashing in the risk. Luckily, your unit excels at extraction.

You remember catching the telltale skull mask skulking in the shadows, almost unnoticeable. Not to you, of course, you had been trained to watch for these things. Faces in the shadows, movement where there is none. You watched him through your scope—the infamous “Ghost”—and you remember smiling when you spoke up.

“I see you, Ghost. You got two marks dead ahead of you in conversation, and two just around the corner blowing smoke. You could manoeuvre around them, or...” You pause, faint amusement evident in your next few words, “We could exercise some teamwork.”

“Grifter,” Ghost responds cordially, and through your scope, you see him roll his shoulders. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

A laugh startles out of you at the memory, and the consequences that befell you both afterwards. “Yeah, I remember,” you muse with a smile. “I remember getting scolded like a teenager. For taking too long. Everyone was waiting for us. They blamed me more than you.” But you also know that he spoke up for you in private. You must’ve impressed him during your short, but eventful, time together, and not just because of your skills as a spotter.

You cross one leg over the other, head slightly tilted as you continue to watch the entrance.

“I still don’t know why you agreed,” you confess, smile softening.

“Bastards deserved it,” Simon replies factually, “and I was curious.”

“About what?”

“You," he says with no hesitation.

That startles a laugh out of you, mostly of disbelief. “Seriously?”

Simon just hums, slightly amused with the way his lips gently uptick.

“Few things are more dangerous than a sniper with a sharp tongue,” he says, and you arch a brow as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, waiting for him to continue. “A sniper with a soft heart, for example.”

Your face lights up, dimples appearing in the plains of your cheeks as you smirk. So he had you figured out from the get-go? The cheek of him. Your voice drifts into a chuckle at the gentle teasing. “Only for you.”

A brief silence follows, only to be interrupted when you hear the footsteps of a group approaching. The faint sound of laughter echoes as you squeeze Simon’s bicep. Alas, it looks like your time together is to be cut short.

It often is, but the two of you will make up for it later.

You often do.

You feel his hand grasp yours, squeezing back, before he stands from the table. He leans down, pressing his lips to your temple in a kiss before swiftly covering his face with his signature balaclava. It couldn’t have taken more than three seconds total.

“Much appreciated, love,” he says with a dulcet tone, voice low and quiet, just for your ears.

You preen at the attention, knowing that this is a rare occurrence.

“Best leave now before they circle you for an autograph,” you tease, looking much more pleased than before. You cannot deny the appeal of fleeting touches, and a rogue romance.

Ghost pushes the, now empty, mug towards you before taking his leave, avoiding the newcomers all together. And like ships in the night, as Ghost disappears, a group of squaddies appear, hooting and hollering amongst themselves.

“Oy, Griff!” one of them calls to you, “got room for us?”

You smile wide, gesturing to the emptiness around you. “Forgot to put your eyes in this morning, Davis? I shouldn't be surprised, considering you nearly shot Instructor Johnson.” The group breaks into laughter as they flock to join you, settling down around with drinks and stories of their own. And so many questions.

You rub your temple, smiling to yourself with a pleasant warmth filling your chest.

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notmorbid · 22 days

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the verifiers.

dialogue prompts from the verifiers by jane pek.

you look like someone who makes lists for everything.

i'd like to hear your opinion before i tell you mine.

you're too nice for our family.

you act like you don't know me at all.

how strange that i used to worship ____.

we're not friends. we just pretend.

it's not a proper family gathering until everyone is upset.

killed anyone lately?

that's what i aim for: to be just a little less shitty than people expect me to be.

i feel sort of sleazy.

you're right. i haven't been fully honest with you.

i'm still figuring things out. what they might mean.

between deceiving and being deceived, i prefer the second option.

it always surprises me how surprising death is, when it's the one thing that's inevitable.

you don't know shit. don't try to pretend you do.

not all mistakes can be fixed.

neither admit nor deny. that's a very lawyerly approach.

take it, please. i'll feel better.

believing something for its convenience is at best negligence, and at worst culpability.

i don't trust anyone, except you.

how do you know what i like to read?

do you want me to help you take a picture?

it looks like your party's a success.

you're even sneakier than i thought.

i hate being told what to do.

guilt is the currency that our family traffics in.

i feel like i could ask you about anything, and you'd have something interesting to say.

walk it off. nothing hurt, right?

you've never known any of us.

well? aren't you going to say anything?

you never do anything for me.

don't tell me what i can and can't be like.

you don't deserve it. the way ____ loves you.

writers always talk about their characters like they're real.

let's pretend we're tourists.

i've been all fizzy with happiness, ever since we met.

you call it like it is.

i never meant to hurt you.

you can't always pick your weapons in your duels.

it's too late to change anything.

what if we take turns? we can answer each other's questions.

i know the truth is right there, but i can't see it.

here i am, crazy as ever.

all those little lies just make the truth feel worse.

i didn't mean anything by it. i just wanted it all to go away.

i love you, you little brat.

if you ever went away, there would be a hole in my world.

you millennials are unbelievable. all laziness and instant gratification.

i see you couldn't wait to get into more unnecessary danger.

is that a threat or a warning?

if i tell you, i'll have to get rid of you.

this is bigger than you know.

if you go any deeper, forget about getting out.

is there anywhere to eat in this wasteland of a neighborhood?

why do i feel like i've missed something?

did the english major make you such an annoying pedant, or were you always that way?

what's the point of knowing, if you don't do anything about it?

i always knew you were a romantic.

try to grow some balls.

you love me. i'm sure you do.

you become something, if you act that way for long enough.

is a digression into backstory really necessary?

can we get to the action?

you can be very persuasive.

we told each other everything.

you only ask to hang out when you want something from me.

i want someone like you. who isn't you.

are you having a quarter life crisis?

no matter what, you'll be okay. i'll make sure of it.

i'm having a bodysnatcher moment.

this would make a fantastic setting for a murder mystery.

people are constantly mistaking me for someone else.

i wish more people could think like you.

still trying to save the world?

i want the best for you. i always have.

damn, you're ruthless.

maybe i still don't know you at all.

you have to tell me the rest of it.

people tend to hear what they want to hear.

who do you think i want you to be?

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itsmepage · 2 months

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When an Artist Loves Someone

Ekko x Artist! Reader || A lazy fic for Ekko because he deserves all the love like it’s criminal he doesn’t more fics. Anyways this not really proof read so I hope you enjoy!

Fluff

Warnings: Kissing w/o proper permission & mention of protesting

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Your crush on Ekko was kept to yourself in the privacy of your sketchbook: which was an activity you were doing, actively avoiding your chores for the day.

You sat in your bed with your sketchbook in your lap, sketching down moments that your brain analyzed with Ekko. You captivated his smile when he laughed too hard at Scar’s jokes, his drowning eyes when the sun hit them, and how cool he looked when flew with the junior firelights when they challenged him to a race. You highlighted his cocky attitude: sketching out the eyebrows and smiling at a certain angle. You played with the different locks that flowed freely in the wind, taking notice of the hair strings that crept out. You sketched out the sceneries best with memory; adding bits and pieces of your point of view.

Ekko was such a canvas and you illustrated every single thing you loved about, which was.. just him. You felt your heart pound very softly while at the same time feeling full as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You pick up a colored, pencil that sits next to you in the bed, first beginning to shade in the color of his skin. You put detail to his lips your mind wandering off on how they would see against your own, your skin. The blush grew as you thought, believing they would feel warm and soft like his hugs. You’ve moved on to his hands that are hidden inside the gloves he always wears. You’ve imagined they were rough and warm like a carpet you could fall asleep on. You disconnected from reality as you continued to color, your mind making up scenarios of your crush as you drew him. You lean in your pillow as you do, not realizing your cheeks are hurting from smiling until you yawn. After yours, you’ve decided it was enough for now. You lazily set your pencils and colored pencils on your work-in-progress pages, using them as a bookmark. You carefully sat on the floor near your bed, before covering yourself with the cover and falling asleep, dreaming of Ekko being there next to you.

“Hey-“ Ekko knocked on your door hours later, calling for your name before opening it slowly with a plate of food in his hand. He looked around his surroundings. Ekko stopped in his tracks when he saw you already in bed, cuddling with an extra pillow you had. Ekko smiled and shook his head deciding to let you sleep and have the food later; just when he was about to turn, he noticed your sketchbook open in the corner of his eye, he looked down to see pictures of a character that looked exactly like him. Ekko gently places the food on your bed for now and picks up the book, being careful to not any pencils fall on the floor. A closer inspection made him realize it was him from his hair to his shoes. Ekko couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the doodles, almost completely flabbergasted that someone would take the time to draw, not just one page but several, and it wasn’t just from any artist it was you.

Of course, Ekko had many valid reasons to like you but one of them was your artwork. Ekko loved your pieces, very much actually. He believed you had a talent for bringing to life: everything you ever painted always spoke to him, when you didn’t outside the firelights base, you painted. You spray-painted graffiti around the lanes including Piltover when you had the chance. Ekko could envision what thousands of words you were trying to say whenever he saw your works: you could say he was a bit of a fan, and right now he was silently fanboying.

Ekko's eyes glisten when he looks at the detail you put into him, already telling him how he sees him, how you view him. It welded up tears in his eyes and serotonin in his heart he looked at your sleeping figure having a similar perspective on how you saw him. Ekko closed the book and slowly crouched down to your level, placing a small gentle kiss on your forehead without thinking. He wanted to do so much at that moment, tell how you mean to him, how much he loves you but instead, he took the sketchbook with the pencil inside and dropped it on your drawing desk that was found and fixed by him, it was covered with paint, people names and small doodles in pen and or pencil ink. Ekko borrowed a small sticky note and wrote a letter for you to read when you woke up, Taking the plate of food to store it for later glancing at you one last time before shutting off your lump light and leaving.

In the night, it seems that your body needs the fluid you didn’t give before clocking out. So you woke up: rubbing the sleepiness off your eyes. You’ve begun to sit up, reaching over to your sketchbook, only to feel your heart sink to your stomach when you see it’s not there. You looked around your room sighing in relief when you saw on the desk not even thinking how he got there until you got up to read Ekko’s note: “Hey, since you fell asleep during dinner again, it’s in the fridge waiting for you. Sincerely, Ekko.” You smiled at his note too busy gushing over his care for you than rather how your sketchbook got here.

You eventually got up to head over to the kitchen dragging your feet the way there before you stopped by the sound of music that was coming from Ekko’s room. You knocked but cracked the door open to see the Boy Savior himself. “Ekko?” You said in a concerned, manner. “Oh, Hey.” He said, turning his head to your direction, and taking off the goggles he used to keep his eyes safe. “Morning, sleep good?” He asked with humor in his voice. “Morning?” You asked, surprisingly. “Did you even sleep?” You asked sternly, crossing your arms at him. “Couldn’t.” He said. “I had to get this project done and..” he paused for a moment before continuing seeming, like he was trying to find words. “I was thinking… about you.” Ekko faced you when he said that, you gulped. “I’m okay-“ you tried to say. “I know you’re okay.” He chuckled, quickly reassuring you before getting up in your direction for better face-to-face conversation, your breath shortened at his action.

“I, uh..” he began to say. “I’d never meant to peek into your privacy, but I found out what you draw in that sketchbook.” Oh. So that explains it. Embarrassment crept up to your face as you tried to hide it and apologize profusely. “Oh my god- I am SO sorry-“ you apologized. “Don’t be sorry..” Ekko said with a smile, gently grabbing your wrists to see your flushed face. “I..” Ekko stuttered on his words. “I love your artwork,” your eyes heard music when he said your name, taking in your hands as he spoke: “You know I do, and I loved that I got to see myself in it.” Ekko was trying to make a lovey-dovey speech, spoken straight from the heart and he was so sweet with his words; you’ve begun to tear up, squeezing his hands in the process, trying not to bail. “What I’m trying to say is.. I love you too.” Just with that, he placed another kiss on the forehead, the same place as you felt before in your sleep: and seeing his eyes light up and smile brightly made you slap your lips onto his, finally getting to feel their warmth and softness. You wrapped your arms over his head as he pulled you in his embrace, moving you in closer, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m sorry..” You sighed in short breath when you pulled away. “I’ve just.. always wanted to kiss you..” You admitted shyly “I could tell.” He laughed in response, teasing you. “You did put a lot of detail into them.” Ekko teased again and all you could do was hug him to hide your flustered face, he laughed at your reaction. The two stood there in comfortable silence, soaking in each other’s warmth as Ekko gently moved the tips of his fingertips across your back like he was painting something: you hummed, forgetting the reason you came out of your room in the first place.

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skunkox · 15 days

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Country Lovin Darlin and Rambles.

Is this gonna be self indulging? Very much so. I'm starting to realize no one can stop me, but hear me out real quick. Forgive me if you do decide to read all the way through. It's a lot. 🥲

Before moving to Dahlia, Darlin' used to spend half their summers with their grandparents in Texas. Sorta old money/ retired folk. Big land, but not too much on it. Plenty of room for the shiftsr grandchildgren to play. Passively still making money via whool sales. Yeah, there's other animals, but it's not a giant operation. They do have other empowereds working as ranch hands for them, though.

Anyways, a good moth or so out of each summer as a child, Darlin would help around the ranch, learn to cook and bake, and even participate in town events. (I'm telling you the fucker can cook. Just not for one person.)

Lazy Sunday mornings were spent in front of the TV with their grandfather watching old westerns or things like "The Andy Grifith Show," "Little House on the Prarie," and "Tales of Wells Fargo".

Not even halfway into they stay, they'll have developed a country accent. They still struggled to get be friends with most of the kids their age. Was it because they picked up a garden snake like it was just a piece of rope? Was it because they alegedly chased a kid girl with it that had been giving them hell? Who knows.

I wholeheartedly believe that Darlin was a pageant kid at some point in their life. Regardless of how ruff and tough they are, they were a cute kid. Don't pay the bandaid brand character bandaid any mind.

This is where I say this is really just my version of Darlin and a little bit of Sweetheart. It's Redunk Time.

Specifically for my version of Darlin (fem), "Southern Bell" like fair competitions are what her grandmother would enter the kids in. The one day out of the year she's happy to put on a frilly dress and bows. Not a whole lot of confidence for themselves on stage for the most part, though.

Diving more into the idea that Darlin and Sweetheart used to be friends before the move idea. Sweetheart has gone with them once or twice. Especially when the older cousins were visiting for less time, if at all. The old wolves like a full house, so they had no problem hosting another empowered child.

Sweetheart loved taking pictures and video of their adventures. Still currently holding footage to a misshap of sorts that they swore to never tell anyone about. They also have footage of competitions from the fairs. Including the pageants. Do they plan on telling the pack? Yes. (That's a post for another day)

The duo thought it was weird that the they would be leaving at separate times. They noticed the soured moods of the grandparents but the older wolves couldn't bring themselves to say anything on it in the days leading to their departures. Sweetheart took the flight home alone. Darlin was under the impression that the family was taking a short trip to California before summer ended.

Much to their distraught, their parents had either been moved and or found new jobs in Dahlia. The move was in the works for nearly half a year and they had no idea. Their older siblings knew, but they did everything their parents told them. They got no warning that they wouldn't see their friends anymore. That they wouldn't be attending school that fall with the same kids. That they wouldn't even get to say goodbye to their old house. No proper goodbye to Sweetheart.

Summer visits to Texas were just about haulted. Their parents wanted Darlin to better acquaint themselves with the other pack children. This was a struggle for years.

Sweetheart moving to work for the department and finding themselves with Milo was one thing. But the first time they happened to see each other in a pack meeting was rough. They knew almost instantly who each other were.

Sweetheart had seen a photo in Milo's living room. It was framed next to a lamp. The picture was of Christian and Amanda who awkwardly sat side by side. Hands just nearly touching. On one end of a log. David sat facing forward while Asher sat crooked with an arm thrown over David's shoulder. Both had been laughing. Milo and Darlin had been on the ground and back to back. Darlin had thrown up a rock sign with a small smile, attempting to no ruin the picture with their resting pitch face. Milo sat leaning on one knee, trying his best to look cool and composed.

To make a long story short. Both played dumb as to knowing each other for one reason or another. It wasn't till the Quinn situation, and Darlin coming back to the pack did the two start to speak. It took it all being over for them to finally become close again.

Back to the country thing

Hearing Sam speak for the first time really took them back especially at the end of their conversation with "Didn't your mama teach you not to talk to strange men in the dark, all alone?"

It felt familiar. It disarmed them and put then at ease. Sam's voice is something Darlin couldn't and still can't get enough of. They slip into an accent every once in a while. To them it feels right. Some slips happen in front of the pack and they've been teased for it. Sweetheart knows thr truth and is waiting eagerly to spill the beans on their country loving friend.

So... didn't mean for this to be as long as it is. Really putting a lot into Darlin's character cause it feels right. I like old TV. I mean sorta staticky box tv vibes. My grandfather was into a lot of it. My mom started me on LHOTP and I recently discovered a live channel for it and only it.

I really do apologize for how messy this all looks. It was an accident. Anyways, some bits and pieces of this will eventually be drawn out. Got weeks worth of stuff to do for this Fandom alone 😭

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middlenamesage · 21 days

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⭐️ Lesser known significations of each of the planets ⭐️

Please note that with these planetary placements, the sign gives info about the style in which you conduct yourself, the house gives info about where in life you’re conducting yourself, and the aspects give info about other flavors brought up into the picture, and how your relationship with a placement affects you and fits into the rest of your consciousness/life.

Sun

Can show where/how you like to be creative or your creative gifts. The 5th house and Leo also can show this, but I don’t seem to read enough that the Sun🌞, as our creative life force, often correlates just as directly to the type of creativity or relationship with creativity someone has.

Moon

Can show your relationship with emotional empathy; how much of it you feel, where it feels strongest, how you express it, and how it affects you (this last point being seen through the aspects to your other planets). I wish to clarify that emotional empathy is feeling other people’s emotions, and it’s not the only kind of empathy. Anyone can learn to cultivate intellectual empathy, and act on empathy. But I’ve chosen to bring the subject of emotional empathy up with the Moon because so often people think how much one finds themselves feeling for others is shown by the amount of water placements in a chart. But it’s the Moon itself that actually somewhat singularly shows the most about emotional empathy. Having planets whose core functions don’t relate to our feelings and empathy in water signs, isn’t necessarily gonna make emotional empathy strong for someone. But the function of the Moon itself is to feel and to support our close interpersonal relations.

Mercury

Can give indications about your sense of humor! Mercury rules over language and conscious thought processes, so it can say a lot about what a person processes as being funny, and in what manner they deliver funny insights. Mercury is the original master of wit!

Venus

Can show where you overindulge or what you are most greedy with.

Yes, the benefics can spoil, and they too can corrupt! One corrupted side of Venus is taking too much for herself possibly at the expense of others, and preferring a lazy and pleasurable lifestyle while never putting in the work. In some charts, at some times in your life, Venus’s placement can show where this applies.

Mars

Can show the way you break up with someone. 💔 While Venus’s function is to draw connections and support to us, Mars has the important function of keeping the connections we don’t want out, and severing connections that are no longer working. Mars’ objective is to assert individual will and this can require setting boundaries. Understanding your Mars can help you learn how to set boundaries and understand your tendencies when it comes to breaking up.

Bonus because I think it’s a really good one: Mars can show what type of exercise would be best for you, being the planet of action and vitality.

Jupiter

Can show where you overestimate your abilities or have blind faith in something, in some charts at some times. I’m choosing to cite a more negative side for both of the benefics in this post, as those sides aren’t always talked about a lot. Jupiter allows us to establish our beliefs, and gaining confidence in the way we view things is what creates the space for us to expand. But sticking by beliefs blindly (when it comes to either general philosophies or your beliefs about yourself!), without proper consideration for why you actually believe them, will not create any authentic expansion.

Saturn

Can show realms that at some points in your life you flat out avoid and/or dislike to the point of disgust potentially. This depends on what else you have in that house and how Saturn is aspected, but this has seemed to hold true for both myself at points, and a decent number of others I have observed.

Let’s be real. Saturn is not easy. He/she wants to build something long and lasting, but to actually do so can just seem so daunting. Especially when the limitations in the short term view can look so severe. 🪐 “Get bitter or get better” is a Saturn original line. And most of us have experienced feeling only bitter about our Saturn placement at some point.

Uranus

Can show where you operate for the greater good. Something I appreciate about Uranus (and want to give this shout out during the Jupiter-Uranus conjunction). Uranus doesn’t tend to need the individual accolades (depending how he’s aspected and placed). He understands he’s working to liberate a society and I think that’s beautiful. *Jupiter gushing*

Neptune

Can show where you feel like a victim or have been victimized.

I see Neptune as an outcast and misunderstood, it’s an energy some people might be inclined to try to take advantage of. But it’s for this same reason that your Neptune placement can also show where you have a very keen ability to sense, and want to support, others who suffer a similar predicament as you.

Pluto

Can show where and how you may try to control others. I don’t feel I read enough about this one, for how very common this expression can be at some points in our lives. Pluto is the subject matter that has been hidden from the conscious parts of our minds, specifically because we were the ones to bury it when we felt shame or fear for our power. Yes, Pluto is our power, but at the times that we can’t recognize this, a common reaction is to subtly try to control others in those realms. It can be so subtle and unconscious that we’re likely to not even recognize the ways we are acting or speaking manipulatively. Often the only way to fully solve this issue is to face whatever you blocked from your conscious mind and to learn to see any fears or shame you have associated with your Pluto’s placement, as actually sources of your personal power. 🖤

When you build a relationship with the planets, you’re building your relationship with yourself.

🌞💫🪐🌝

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