#sentimental mood

[victormalonso]

sentimental journey | victor m. alonso

[whimsicalmayhem]

Dear Great Grandpa,

You were a machine gunner in WW1. You had a fever dream that you survived the war, so instead of fearing for your survival, you went on the best and bloodiest adventure of your life. Despite that, and maybe because you didn't quite believe in dreams as much as you proclaimed, your emergency water flask was filled with cognac so you could die drunk and numbed from pain.

Well you didn't die, and you sired my grandpa, who sired my dad, who sired me. And I like cognac - mostly because it's a nice strong alcohol that tastes good, but also because I can't help but think of you and the stories my dad told of you. We have never met, but I like to think that when I drink a little cognac, there's a little piece of you in me that's drinking it too.

I think my life's kind of a mess, but I know you would be immensely proud of me.

With love,

Em

[awaradidi]

[chubbychiquita]

self proclaimed simps, white knights, and the "she's not going to fuck you" receivers, please form an orderly line so i can fuck you

[pinkfestivalpeanuttree]

"omg there was only one bed" and if the bed-sharing was familial? if it was platonic?

what about going to a parental figure's room after a nightmare and being comforted late at night?

what about found families cuddling on the couch under lots of blankets?

what about friends showing up at obscene hours of night to crash at their house because it's a safe place for them?

what about siblings sleeping on bunk beds or in separate rooms but end up sharing one bed anyway because they need to know that the other one is safe after a traumatic experience and their other siblings wake up before them and take pictures of them cuddling to tease them later?

what about reluctant found families or reluctant friend groups having to share a bed and as they drift off to sleep, surrounded by these people who they didn't want to get close to but ended up not only caring about, but trusting and relying on, coming to the realization that they would do anything for them???

what about platonic intimacy and being able to rest and rely on your loved ones because you trust them? what about that? huh???

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Natsu: I haven't really known what I've been doing since I was like 15, but I don't think it's too obvious Lucy: It is. It is extremely obvious.

[ughgoaway]

You're super good at smut, but what do you think Matty would be like if his gf one time would like something more vanilla? Sorry If I'm ruining the mood I'm just super sad tonight and I'm thinking more gentle, still super good though, sex.

oh thank you <333

and you are so not ruining the mood, I LOVE soft romantic sex just as much as the other stuff. I'm sorry you're feeling sad lovely, I really hope you start feeling better soon <333

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I can see you having a really hard few weeks, and you've not been up to anything remotely sexual. matty is, of course, completely fine with it, and has been so kind and patient with you.

you just need to be taken care of. You need to hear how much he loves you. how much you mean to him. and matty is more than happy to oblige.

maybe you start making out slowly on the sofa, just soft, warm kisses that grow needier and needier. the kisses are making you dizzy, and you can feel the love pouring from matty in each one. they're perfectly wet and sticky in a way that drives you insane, and mattys warm tongue pressing against yours is making you increasingly needy.

you pull back and look at matty with a soft pout. You simply say, "Please?" and he nods immediately.

he grabs your hips and lies you down on the sofa, treating you like you're made of glass. cradling your head and stroking your hair as you lay down.

he looks down at you with a love-struck look. Your hair was fanned out around in a way that made you look heaven sent. the soft flush that covered your cheeks and chest drew matty in, he leant down and began to press kisses wherever he could reach.

his velvety, hot lips make their way across your chest, mouthing slowly at your collarbones and neck. he doesn't leave any marks, just sweetly worshipping your body, making you understand how deeply he loves you.

"You look so beautiful, my darling. always do," he says, pulling back with a smile, brushing your cheekbone gently with his fingers.

his eyes were black with desire, but you could still see the adoration swimming within them. You smile shyly and try to hide your face in your hands, but matty grabs your wrists to stop you.

"Don't hide your pretty face, baby, let me love you," he says softly, pressing a peck to your palm and placing your hands on his shoulders before leaning in to kiss you.

and it stays slow and sensual. He pulls down your panties and his boxers. before slipping in with a satisfied groan. holding himself there for a few seconds, feeling the unspoken connection that you two share.

your warm skin slips together, fusing as one. he's deep within you, and you've never felt more intertwined.

He swaps between burrowing his head in your neck and leaning back to watch your face in awe. he takes note of your flickering eyelids, and of the way your jaw drops and the sweetest moans leave your lips.

"m' so lucky to have you, sweet girl. my angel."

he would be focused on you, your pleasure, and making sure you're comfy. he's checking in regularly, ensuring you're happy to continue.

after a whimper from you, he pulls back with worried eyes, "You okay? do you want to stop, baby? we can just cuddle if you'd prefer, " he says, stilling within you, awaiting your response.

you smile and shake your head at him, "No, no. feels so good. Please keep going. " You whisper to him, pulling him deeper and kissing him firmly.

the whole time, it's unhurried. His pace is even and gentle, staying deep within you.

he whispers reassurance to you the whole time because he can't quite believe he gets to do this with you. his heart feels full, his mind only ever thinks of you. he's completely and utterly enamoured and entranced.

his thrusts are languid and tender, intent on making you cum first. listening to your breathing and moans to know when you're close.

"s'okay baby, you can cum whenever you need to. please, cum for me princess" he whispers against your lips before surging forward to kiss you.

the coil in your stomach continues to tighten, winding tighter and tighter with each rhythmic roll of his hips. you can feel the flush on your face and your skin heating up. throbbing around matty desperately, savouring the growing heat beneath your skin.

with a shudder dissolved into pleasure, arching your back and groaning at the feeling of your pebbled nipples brushing against his hard chest. your walls spasm around him, and matty can't help the grunt that leaves him as they do, warm and wet as you pulse around him.

Matty keeps moving slowly inside you, chasing his own orgasm, "where do you want me, angel?" he asks breathlessly. You don't respond verbally but instead link your feet together behind his back, causing him to burrow even deeper inside you.

he cums with a groan, whimpering and whispering in your ear as he does, "oh s-shit. I love you so fucking much, oh my god. you're perfect, so perfect for me"

he buries his head in your neck and you can feel him smile against you, you can't help the grin that spread across your lips at the feeling of his hot cum within you and your warm sweaty skin binding together.

as soon as your hands slide over his shoulders, he flops on top of you. You giggle at his lack of finesse and run your hands over his back, kissing his temple softly.

"Thank you, I love you," you pant, turning your head to look at him adoringly.

"I love you too," he says softly, meeting your eyes and giving you a sweet peck.

maybe he eats you out afterwards, grunting and groaning at the musky taste of you mixing on his tongue. or perhaps you just lay there, basking in the glow of each other.

[luanggie]

[victormalonso]

in a sentimental mood | victor m. alonso

[oatberrytea]

(Let everyone sit where they wanted and talk to who they wanted for their very first dinner together, just wanted them all to meet and form some initial feelings with each other! As you can see Amara is still very uncomfortable around all these strangers, she had some beer but never really settled in one spot for too long - everyone else had a nice time)

@helloavocadooo @moonwoodhollow @alltimefail-sims @simsinfinitylt @toastedsims @seyvia @plumbboo @kazuaru @foxsimthings

[minikaibacorp]

olive branches

[eurymille]

And perhaps, somewhere out there, we walk under the same sky together.

[sarahwatchesthings]

Okay, so I was in a deep dark depression all day today, but the sis and I have been rewatching Firefly, and the episode "Safe" kind of fucked me up. The way Simon loves his sister so much more than their parents love either of them. His complete disregard for all the wealth and status he loses by searching for her. His life meaning so little to him without her that he's willing to die with her. And the contrast between that love and their parents' selfishness and indifference: how they refuse to listen to Simon or help, how status means more to them than the possibility that their daughter is in trouble.

And then the contrast between their father and Mal. Their father bailing Simon out of jail once and telling him, "I will not come for you again," because it will harm his reputation, and then this exchange after Mal rescues Simon and River from the witch burners:

Simon: Why did you come back for us?

Mal: You're on my crew.

Simon: Yes, but... You don't even like me. Why did you come back?

Mal: ... You're on my crew.

And Simon is so happy, because his own father abandoned him and River at the first sign of trouble, but Mal, who has so much more to lose than to gain by helping them, who barely knows them and doesn't even particularly like them, will come for them. Because his crew means more to him than their father's family ever meant to him.

Simon came for River, and Mal came for them both, and those are the people who really give a damn: the ones who will come for you in spite of everything.

[smulie]

It’s a simple life ... but it's a happy one.

[luckystar1327]

hey moots? I don’t say this enough, but I am genuinely so grateful for each and every interaction we have. Even if it’s just, like, a reblog or a like, it makes me smile because hey, that’s my mutual! Look at them go! Look at that little amazing guy that I am so lucky to know!

anyways. All of you have made my life so much better. Love you guys /p <33333

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

is there truly any better feeling than sending your friends pictures of their F/Os when they least expect it