#°.✩┈┈∘*┈🌙 rambles

[diancie]

inactive blogs my beloved ♡

[streamsofmoon]

18+ | vi x f!reader

"i've never squirted before," you tell vi one evening, a little wine drunk and giggly. "just never happened. don't think i can."

and vi takes that as a challenge; she's got you on your back and your panties hanging off your ankle before she's nestled between your thighs.

she's got you cumming in minutes, back arched and eyes crossed as it hits you hard. but it doesn't make you squirt, which doesn't bother vi. because she's ready to work her jaw, desperate and giddy off the fact she's finally tasting your sweet pussy.

she has you screaming on the second orgasm, has you in tears on the third, and you're begging as she pushes you into your fourth.

"v-vi, i can't!" you sob, wrecked with trembles as overstimulation hits hard and cruel. you try to inch away but her hands are like iron around your hips, rendering you unable to leave. she uses her hold to pull you back onto her mouth, her tongue curling around your clit. "oh, f-fuck," you whimper, that familiar heat pooling deep in your stomach. "oh—"

the fourth orgasm is where it hits, and you're barely able to tell vi that you feel it. like you're about to pee almost, and you want to warn her, but she's got you near-bent in half as she slurps at your sopping cunt. feasting like it's the best meal she's ever had and it's too much.

"vi—" is all you can choke out before you're gushing everywhere, so forceful that silences you. it has your eyes rolling back, body curling into itself as your thighs lock around vi's head. you can hardly breathe, the pleasure is so sharp and fuck, you may pass out.

"there we go, princess," you can hear vi softly praise, panting a little. "sweet girl, you did so fucking good."

all you can muster up is a whimper.

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[mattsundaes]

hiiiii dee !! omg i was so excited to see you have a drabble event. oliver w wake him up, if you please?

— ave

oliver aiku x reader — 18+, morning after

Can a pro footballer not afford fucking blinds?

It’s the first thought that stretches awake in the shallow sea of your sleep-addled brain as you find yourself bathed in what’s quite frankly an obnoxious amount of early morning sunlight. 

And this is what naturally leads into your second thought, one that clicks into place with unnerving clarity mere moments before your gaze falls on the sight of a football jersey hanging over the back of a chair. 

You let out a quiet, resigned exhale before carefully turning your head just enough to see the culmination of last night’s collective assortment of bad decisions: a shirtless Oliver Aiku, fast asleep and snoring softly on the pillow beside your own.

He’s facing away from you, dark grey sheets pooled at his waist, and you have to mentally slap yourself for the way you find yourself suddenly distracted by the smooth, wide, muscled planes of his back.

You’re only wasting time letting your traitorous eyes sweep over his sleeping form, tracing a map along the source of each tender, pliant, well-fucked ache that lingers across your body. 

You really need to leave—

But the sheets shift with you as you go to extricate yourself from the tangle of them, and the mattress groans in protest as Oliver rolls over and slings a heavy arm over your hip. And it’s infuriating, the magnetic pull of his body heat as he curls around you. 

“Are you sneaking out?” he murmurs in a sleep-rough voice against the nape of your neck.

You try not to shiver at the sensation.

“Oliver,” you sigh. The exasperated way you say his name is answer enough. 

His hand slips up beneath the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he slowly strokes your hip, thumb catching against your underwear.

“I drove you here,” he reminds you, and each word feels like a kiss.

“I can get a Lyft home,” you reply mildly. 

Oliver huffs in amusement before he rolls you over onto your back, and you resolutely stare at the ceiling as he rests his chin in the dip of your collarbone. The scruff of his beard is scratchy against your skin, and you’re unreasonably annoyed by how much you don’t hate the feeling of it. 

You swear you feel him smiling, even if you’re pointedly not looking at him. 

“Let me make you breakfast, and then I’ll drive you back to your apartment. And we can both pretend you snuck out and left me high and dry without saying anything, if that’s what you really want.”

You sigh, turning to look at him and hating the way your heart fumbles around within the tight confines of your chest cavity when your eyes meet his. 

He grins.

Twenty minutes later, you come hard seated atop the cool marble countertop in his kitchen with Oliver's face buried between your spread thighs, your fingers tangled in his messy hair, and the scent of nearly-burnt bacon wafting out of the frying pan.

He cajoles you into a shower after, and it’s a lost cause trying to muffle the desperate, needy moans that echo off of the bathroom walls when he fucks you deep and slow up against the tiles under a hot spray of water.

And even if he keeps his promise not to walk you to your door, he still hooks a finger in the back pocket of your jeans and tugs you back down into the passenger seat when you go to get out of his car, his mouth catching yours in a soft, tender kiss.

–

Later, with a clipboard in your hands and an ID tag hanging from the bottom of your track jacket that reads ‘ASSISTANT MANAGER - UBERS’, it’s all you can do not to deck Oliver in the head with the former when he has the gall to blow you a goddamn kiss as he jogs out onto the pitch.

[nocturnal-notes]

What a distinguish looking gentleman :3

[moonwoods-ocs]

This panel makes me crack up everytime I read it.

[live-laugh-neteyam]

suddenly I’m pregnant-

[spilledinkandtearstainedpages]

Intro post

𝐍𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

Message for those asking for donations (pls pls look at it)

Adoption list

OOC: please note that the blog looks better if you turn on dark mode. And see @cc-rambles or pronoun wiki for DNIs. Thank you, enjoy

Normal: info notes/creator

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝: αστεριού

Trigger warnings for this blog (tab two is trigger warnings about me)

Lore plot points (not complete)

Small message before interacting

Case file

Please do note I do vent on this blog, so if you don’t want to see that, pls block these tags: #c.c vents, #crane vents, and #creek vents

Content below cut (it’s kinda long which is why I put the cut here)!

Introduce yourself now experiment 1364

𝐔𝐦… 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: αστεριού

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 𝟏𝟔-𝟏𝟖 (𝟕𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝)? 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞.

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑Ṃ̸͊̊̈́Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅO̸̎͒̎̄͘͘͝��͉̹̳ w̷̡̲̲̞͎̣̱̟̰͎̐̋̒h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ ī̶̧͙͖̲̘s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞... 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡...

Photo:

Voice claims: Rachel Zegler/Jennifer Lawrence (Lucy Gray/Katniss Everdeen from Hunger Games)

Links are to the specific songs they sound like. Also, Hanging Tree by Rachel Zegler is what they would like as well. So just a mix of the two actors/singers

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞: 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞́

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝ ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝ō̵̝̭͙̊ l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔ī̶̧͙͖̲̘v̷̧̬̽͂́̎̉è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩... 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄!

𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇!

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

... 𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊

W̴͔̏̕h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ ī̶̧͙͖̲̘s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ G̶̢̨̖͚̜̺̭̥̭͓̾̒̃̃̈̏͋͝Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ H̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ B̸̩̰͕̙͈̏͛̒̐̽A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝C̸̢̱̗̟̍͗̈́̆͗͒͊̑͘͜K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ

Ṃ̸͊̊̈́O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅh̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜y̶̡͕̮͇͖͕̮̳̲̓ â̸̠̋r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜ n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝ō̵̝̭͙̊ m̶̜̍̄ō̵̝̭͙̊r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜

W̴͔̏̕H̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕Ş̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚ Ş̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚H̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

C̸̢̱̗̟̍͗̈́̆͗͒͊̑͘͜O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ B̸̩̰͕̙͈̏͛̒̐̽A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝C̸̢̱̗̟̍͗̈́̆͗͒͊̑͘͜K̷̢͖̣̲̼̼̝̈́̂͜͠͠ͅ... Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕ n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜d̶͇͆̓̂̆͌͛͠ y̶̡͕̮͇͖͕̮̳̲̓ō̵̝̭͙̊ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬.

𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀-

*𝒞ℛ𝒜𝒞𝒦*

*𝒯𝒽𝓊𝒹*

Tsk. Dr. Syrcus, Dr. Nadia, please take Experiment 1364 back to their cell.

Yes sir!

Dr. Reneé

Yes sir?

Administer #8593 to them in 1 hour and 4 minutes

Yes sir.

OOC intro:

Name: Emily but I prefer Creek, Crane or C.C.

Description:

A suicidal minor with food sensory issues, mommy issues, and a tiny bit of daddy issues. The brains of the team/the researcher and the mom/therapist/silent friend of the group that’s there for you but never speaks up. Kinda don’t really have any friends. The trio I’m in is more of a duo with a little thing tacked on. Cannot handle people not following specific instructions or messing up (intentionally, not accidentally) because it sends their emotions and brain into overdrive (and also if we’re making something, I have this weird thing where I have to make it exactly according to package instructions to kinda get a read on it and what I can adapt and edit), Neither truly understands or feels emotions (may be a sociopath, but I promise you, I’m not dangerous. My mind however is a different story) but will be there to help comfort you and mark down birthdays on calendar to send a happy birthday to you on your birthday. A Gemini. Wants someone to take care of them, but has never had that, so they take care of others. Has eating disorders and has to be reminded to eat. Also, feels like an asshole everytime someone screws up even through they didn’t listen to my instructions because they’ve always been the one blamed for things. And also takes the brunt of the blame.

Current mental state:

Dead inside, tired outside. Burned out.

Aesthetics:

GIFs that represent my current mental state:

Pronouns: pronoun.wiki

Gender: multigender/genderfluid

Age: Minor (meaning I can’t commission anything or donate)

Fandoms list

MBTI: INTP-T

Notes:

I occasionally will be posting my poems.

My other socials are Discord (asteriou14) and AO3 (Tired_doe).

And yes, I will adopt anyone. Just send me an ask or message or any other way to contact me through socials and you’ll be adopted

I bite things as a way to show affection. If I bite you (it’s light, but I do have sharp canines), that means I trust you enough to be vulnerable around you.

Weirdest bday present I ever got: 2 death threats telling me to kms.

Fav place to hide:

In closets or small spaces with a door that I can close, especially if it’s dark.

HP House: Gryffinslytherpuff (Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff)

God/Goddess I’m a child of: Nemestrinus (Roman god of the groves/forests), Hathor (Egyptian goddess of the sky and sun)

Soldier, Poet, King?: me: poet, αστεριού: soldier

Weird/fun fact about me:

I don’t get hunger pains. My stomach doesn’t growl. That means that I don’t really even get hungry, meaning I neglect eating and neglect my body. It’s even worse due to eating disorders making it so that I never wanna eat.

Meet the creator

200 follower event (I still will do anything on the list, even though I passed 200 followers)

My ducklings/kids (I have decided y’all are my problems now will be updated every time I adopt someone) [the specific notes are the baby names for the animal that blog is either centered around or has in their name]:

@the-one-and-only-guck

@kermit-the-fag-uwu - tadpole

@xena-lilac-winters

@icaffs

@enchatedbifrost

@the-l0ser-st4r

@mentallyinsanepenguin - nestling

@im-like-so-pretty - fawns

@the-best-duck-tamer

@thedamsolangelofan

@tiredflowercrown

@stargirl1331

Side blogs:

@cc-rambles

@isis-child-of-iris

@the-wolf-of-the-stars

@moth-drawn-to-the-flame

@that-one-anklebiter

More under this:

Dang, you persistent

First intro if you want to learn more about them: https://www.tumblr.com/the-tortured-one/771886075291615232/about-me-pjo

[crescentmp3]

having a mutual completely rebrand and not recognizing them any longer but going to their blog and finding them lovely regardless is kind of like a literary adaptation of falling in love with the same person again after they fake their death and flee the country. i think

[emjiroki]

Back to arranged marriage! Gojo

As much as he might be overly confident and unfairly handsome, he's completely out of his element on your wedding night. Even though he was in his twenties, he had yet to be with anyone the way he was going to be with you now. The vow to "stay pure until your marriage" didn't really mean much to him but it's the fact that he had made a promise to you that made him stick to it.

So when the wedding night comes and he's got you spread out under him on the bed, the sight of your naked body sending fire burning through his veins, he's unsure of himself for probably the first time in his life. And you know the moment he casts his ethereal blue eyes to you in an almost pleading manner, so you shift your legs up around his waist and lay a soft hand against his cheek.

"Just take it slow".

He nods with a deep breath, positioning himself before popping the head past your entrance. It's a snug fit that nearly sends all of the air rushing from his lungs as you dig your nails into his shoulders, whining and squirming as his hands held your hips.

You gave a quiet shriek as he tore through your virgin wall, his hips stilling as you adjust to the intrusion and he kisses away the tears leaking down your cheeks. But he can't help but feel... prideful? Victorious? Triumphant? All of those wrapped into one as your blood stains his cock. You're his. Only his. No one would ever be with you like this, feel connecting to you like this. That was a high he could ride for the rest of his life. Along with the high of feeling your tight cunt fully squeeze around him for the first time.

Satoru barely recognized his own voice as he wreathed and panted and cried out for you, drool running from his lips as he fucked into you. God he was trying to go slow, he really was, but when you were sucking him in like that and practically milking his cock it was impossible. He'd never felt anything as incredible as you cumming around his sensitive dick before and it was more than enough to drag a strangled moan from his chest as he pumped you full, thick spurts of virgin cum filling your insides to the brim. Before you know it he's got you on top of him, your nipple in his mouth as he thrusts his still leaking cock up against your sensitive pussy as he whines.

"Can we go again? Please?"

[diancie]

i’m so close to 1000 queued posts but every time i start tagging my brain tells me to stop 💔

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[aurorasgate]

pls indulge the ppl (me) w ur sephiroth thoughts if u have any 🙂‍↕️

I ALWAYS HAVE SEPHIROTH THOUGHTS OMG WHERE TO BEGIN THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE YOU 🩷

he adores picking you up/carrying you. no one could convince my other wise! throws you over his shoulder when you’re being pouty or stubborn and not wanting to move or come to bed. finds any reason he can to pick you up bridal style and settle into the couch with you in his lap. could carry you on his shoulder and pick you up so easily no matter what, you weigh nothing in his arms he is so strong and warm and loves to feel the squish of your thighs in his hands and around his waist

husband material 100/10. i don’t think he has much or any experience before you but he can be quite romantic and is a really attentive partner despite how terrible he is with his own needs. also just thinking about seeing his wedding ring on his finger, the outfit through his glove, makes my heart feel funny hdkdkd

a little nsfwish but i've been like non stop thinking about aftercare with seph<3 touch starved virgin sephiroth who wants you to feel comfortable and safe and so so good your first time together (of course he does just that hehe) but he doesn't feel right when you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up alone. he should be taking care of you - he wants to and maybe it even worries him that he’s done something wrong or hurt you fkflflfl but i think he’d be so sweet trying to remedy the unease in his chest over it. knocking gently on the bathroom door and asking if he can help clean you up and he’s absolutely madly in love with you when you open the door and let him scoop you into his arms and ask if maybe you could take a bath together to wash up. (don’t even get me started if you tell him that no one’s ever done that for you before and you’re just used to doing it yourself) he doesn’t let you clean yourself up ever after that, you don’t even get a chance to gain back the strength in your legs and leave the bed before he’s doting on your every need and finding the softest towel he owns for you

also i cannot stop thinking about how much stamina this man has!! how many rounds he could go but he always goes at your pace, satiated when you are but what about when you convince him of how much you’d like to go until he can’t go any longer. he teases about that being a dangerous request, honest and serious when he says he doesn’t want to hurt you, but if you can convince him - well good luck to your insides and i hope your fucked out dreams as freaking wonderful 🫡 could go till you pass out probably

[nocturnal-notes]

Mirabel Valentina rojas Madrigal you're always gonna be famous

[storiesoflilies]

wahhhh i actually had such a productive day today dash!!!!

i got back early this morning n had a sleep for about six hours, and i woke up and unpacked and reorganized my wardrobe and all my drawers. aaaaaand i got rid of so many old clothes to make space for stuff i got on holiday ehehe :3

now i’m gonna get cozy with my cup of tea n play some stardew valley on my ipad tonight!!!

[moonwoods-ocs]

Tintin, when considering the options of a method to hide a secret letter:

Throw it out of the window? No. Tear it into tiny pieces? No. Shove it into one of those cracks in the floor? Also no.

Feed it to my dog? Absolutely!