ellie's diary

she/her | 🇧🇷 21y

[ellethelynx]

The embroidery - my works!

CaligrafoTV/Franco (short one | pt-br)

Dev Patel (headcanon | x reader | eng | fluff) 1, 2, 3

Alex Gumuchian/BBNO$ (headcanon | fluff | short ones) 1, 2

Miguel O'hara/Spiderman 2099 (smut | oneshot | eng)

[sersh]

SOPHIE NÉLISSE Photographed by Sacha Cohen for Clin d’œil Magazine, March 2026

[misfitszero]

just a lonely caterpillar waiting to shed her skin

[mogegee]

I love this unhinged, creepy girl

[07aa]

[americangroupie]

✮ lust for life ✮

enzo vogrincic x reader

tw: +18, un poco de exhibicionismo jj

a/n: lo escribí rapidísimo, pero me terminó gustando un montón;) manden requests!!

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tu novio y vos mantenían una relación privada.

era lo más razonable bajo las circunstancias en las que se encontraban; enzo pasó de nada a todo en cuestión de semanas gracias al estreno de su nueva película, y lo mas lógico era esconder a la novia del novio de internet. pero enzo nunca fue una persona privada.

cuando recién comenzaban a salir, no tardaste en notar que él tenía una manía con tenerte cerca cuando salían a la calle, o cuando estaban con amigos, o cuando iban a comer; cuando hacían cualquier cosa que involucrara a un tercero. esto al comienzo se manifestaba a través de el tomando tu mano y no soltándola, colocando sus manos en tu cintura o acariciando tu cuello mientras te encontrabas distraída haciendo algo más.

pero al pasar el tiempo, estas dulces muestras de afecto fueron escalando a sus manos sobre tus muslos, sus dedos rozando por fuera de tu ropa interior, o directamente bajarla por tus piernas para estremecerte.

como cualquier otra persona, te ves rápidamente colorada o exaltada por sus acciones, mirándolo con los ojos muy abiertos mientras el te respondía con una sonrisa ladeada sin prestarte mucha atención.

hoy no fue distinto.

te encontrabas en un bar, sentada en la esquina de la mesa al lado de tu novio y sus amigos, quienes se encontraban charlando y riendo audiblemente mientras los dedos de enzo rozaban por encima de tu ropa interior. tus ojos reposaban en su perfil, veías sus labios moverse pero tus oídos no registraban ningún sonido al estar todos tus sentidos enfocados en la sensación de sus dedos, y preocupada de no hacer ningún ruido.

miraste sus ojos achinarse justo antes de dedicarte una rápida mirada de reojo, la comisura de sus labios torciéndose hacia arriba al ver brevemente tus ojos suplicantes.

sus dedos se movían lento, rozaban apenas el delgado material de tu ropa interior desesperándote aun mas, y haciéndote mover las caderas hacia adelante de vez en cuando.

no soportabas mirarlo así, pretendiendo como si no estuviese sintiendo lo mojada que estabas al escucharlo charlar tan naturalmente sobre algo que tus oídos no lograban entender.

brevemente, tus ojos brillaron gracias a una idea.

te acomodaste en la silla sin hacer mucho ruido, acercándola más a tu novio, y cerraste tus piernas, haciendo que enzo girara tu cabeza para mirarte sin dejar de hablar. le sonreíste con inocencia, ladeando la cabeza para luego apoyar tu cabeza en su hombro y abrazarte a su brazo como un koala.

escuchaste un pequeño “aw” de alguno de sus amigos gracias a la acción, y reíste al saber tus intenciones detrás.

sin tener idea, enzo siguió siendo partícipe de la conversación mientras tu mano bajaba despacio hacia su bulto, haciéndolo acomodarse en la silla y sintiendo como el agarre que tenia en tu muslo paso de ser delicado, a dejarte la mano marcada.

lentamente, enzo giró la cabeza para mirarte, tenia el ceño fruncido y su respiración se había vuelto irregular y más profunda.

“cuidado, mi amor.” susurró al bajar la cabeza para acercarse a ti.

pestañeaste varias veces, mirándolo con inocencia y confusión. “¿que, en?” dijiste mientras aplicabas más presión en el bulto, ganándote un callado jadeo que te hizo apretar las piernas.

seguiste con el juego unos minutos, hasta que te diste cuenta que ya no tenía el mismo efecto en su hablar ni en sus acciones. charlaba con normalidad, mirándote cada cierto rato y tratando de mantener la compostura frente a sus amigos. pero vos querías hacerlo sentir como el te hacía sentir siempre.

agradecida de que llevara pantalones de fácil acceso, pudiste meter tu mano despacio por entremedio, y comenzaste a frotar y dar palmaditas por encima de su ropa interior, como el acostumbraba a hacer contigo.

sus facciones se endurecieron al darse cuenta de tu acción, bajando la cabeza casi inmediatamente para suspirar y callar los jadeos que amenazaban con salir al mirar tu cara de inocencia mientras lo tocabas por debajo de la mesa.

hacer contacto visual con vos lo estremeció completamente, logrando tu propósito: llevarlo hasta el límite.

“nos van a tener que disculpar, pero tenemos otro compromiso y se nos está haciendo tarde.” dijo enzo con la voz un poco más ronca de lo normal mientras sacaba su billetera del bolsillo, sacando un par de billetes y colocándolos sobre la mesa, haciéndote sonreír y quitar la mano de dentro de su pantalón para acomodarte tu propia ropa. “un gusto verlos a todos.”

abriste la boca para decir algo pero enzo agarró con fuerza tu brazo para hacerte acercar hacia el, caminando hacia la puerta con rapidez mientras saludabas con tu mano en forma de adiós a sus amigos.

caminaron a paso rápido al auto, sin decir ni una sola palabra. “te portás tan mal vos, eh.” dijo apoyándote contra la puerta del auto, acercándose hacia ti lentamente haciendo notar la diferencia de altura entre ambos. “no te puedo llevar a ningún lado.”

habían muy pocas luces en el estacionamiento, la única iluminación presente siendo las luces anaranjadas del cartel del bar que lo hacían parecer de otro mundo con las ojos oscurecidos, el semblante molesto y el cabello desordenado.

“cogeme.” susurraste contra sus labios, ganándote una sonrisa de parte del pelinegro.

“¿así se piden las cosas, chiquita?” negaste con la cabeza. “¿y entonces?”

“por favor.”

“¿por favor qué?”

te quejaste. “por favor cogeme.”

sonrió mirándote a los ojos mientras abría la puerta del auto entrando el primero y corriendo el asiento hacia atrás para luego sentarte a horcajadas encima de él.

apenas cerró la puerta del auto te lanzaste encima, tomándolo por las mejillas para acercarlo más hacia ti mientras el agarraba tu cintura con fuerza. el beso rápidamente se transformó en necesitado, con ambos jadeando mientras movías tu cuerpo de adelante hacia atrás sentada en el bulto entre sus piernas, haciéndolo gruñir mientras gemías en su boca por la sensación.

“sos una hija de puta.” dijo entre besos, haciéndote reír mientras bajabas por su cuello, pasándole la lengua y mordiendo cada parte que tus labios rozaban. “me vas a volver loco algún día de estos.”

“tú empezaste, enzo.” dijiste separándote de su cuello.

“mhm.” asintió con la cabeza mientras corría los tirantes de tu vestido hacia un lado. “no me puedo controlar si te ves así. parecés una muñequita.”

sentiste sus ásperas manos masajearte sin nada de delicadeza y echaste la cabeza hacia atrás; tus caderas no cesaban de moverse contras las de tu novio y tu espalda se arqueaba de placer, hipnotizando al uruguayo completamente con tu figura y los gemidos que salían de tus labios.

“¿te gusta, mi amor?” susurró burlescamente, mirando detalladamente cada movimiento de tu cuerpo y cada facción de tu cara. asentiste atontada, con los ojos cerrados buscando más fricción entre los dos. “decime cuanto.”

lloriqueaste. “mucho, enzo. sabes que mucho.”

“te ves tan bonita frotándote así, mi vida. te comería toda.” gemiste. “ah, eso querés. ¿querés que te coma? ¿querés moverte así, sentada en mi boca, hm?”

“basta, por favor” suplicaste, moviéndote más rápido. “cogeme.”

“¿como, bebé?”

“cogeme. no aguanto más.”

“pedilo bien, hermosa.”

“cogeme, por favor cogeme.”

mientras bajabas tus manos para desabrochar su pantalón, él sumergió la cabeza entre tus tetas, lamiendo y mordiendo todo lo que sus labios tocaran; haciendo mil veces más difícil la tarea de bajar sus pantalones.

mientras el se tomaba su tiempo lamiendo y besando, comenzaste a trazar circulitos en la cabeza de su miembro con lentitud, irregulando aún más su respiración y haciéndolo morderte para ocultar los gruñidos que salían de su boca.

te acomodaste encima de sus piernas, alzándote para poder sentarte encima de su miembro mientras el corría tu ropa interior hacía un lado, metiéndolo dentro por completo de un brinquito. enzo tiró la cabeza hacia atrás, gimiendo gracias a la sensación de estar dentro tuyo que a pesar del tiempo, se seguía sintiendo como la primera vez.

“mirá lo bien que me tomás, chiquita.” dijo mientras comenzabas a moverte de arriba hacia abajo, escondiendo tu cabeza en el hueco de su hombro para ocultar tus gemidos. “te sentís tan bien.” susurró mientras agarraba tu culo con fuerza, ayudándote a moverte más rápido.

enterraste las uñas en su espalda mientras te movías, mordiéndote el labio inferior tratando de no hacer tanto ruido.

“¿ahora te da vergüenza, mi amor? ¿después de todo lo demás?” dijo en un tono burlesco mientras movías tu cuerpo al compás de sus embestidas. “no te calles. deja que todos escuchen como te pongo, como te cojo.”

respondiste con un quejido, sintiendo una sensación conocida en tu cuerpo mientras escuchabas sus jadeos cerca de tu oído, y el uruguayo lo notó al sentirte estremecer y moverte más lento, apresurando sus embestidas y agarrando tu culo con más fuerza.

“te hacés la niña buena, la princesita, y estás por acabar mientras cogemos en un estacionamiento.” sentiste tus mejillas pintarse de color rojo con sus palabras. “sos una cínica.”

“es tu culpa, en.” lloriqueaste en su oído, bajando tu mano entre ambos cuerpos para frotarte. “estoy muy cerca.”

“yo también, chiquita.” dijo entre jadeos. “¿puedo?”

“por favor.”

un par de embestidas más y ambos alcanzaron el mayor punto de placer, acercando sus cuerpos a no más poder y llenando el ambiente de sus gemidos. pasaron unos segundos donde lo único que se escuchaba eran ambas respiraciones agitadas, y levantaste tu cabeza para besarlo con lentitud.

apoyaste tus manos en su pecho mientras se besaban; un beso lento y torpe mientras se acostumbraban a la sensacion y volvían a la normalidad. al separarte de el, lo miraste con dulzura.

“estás todo pintado, amor.” reíste mientras tratabas de limpiar el labial de su boca.

“y vos estás toda rojita. es parecido.” colocaste tus ojos en blanco y lo besaste, acariciando su mejilla.

“llevame a casa.” dijiste mientras el comenzaba a besar tu cuello, indicando que no quería parar. “no podemos hacer tanto acá.”

“pero tenemos que esperar que los vidrios se desempañen.” dijo pasando un dedo por el cristal del auto, haciéndote notar que todo el auto estaba así.

te tapaste la cara riéndote, mirando como era demasiado obvio lo que estaban haciendo. “sos un idiota.”

“a veces.” dijo sonriendo, y dibujó una carita feliz en el cristal.

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Nanami Kento ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ thinking about you in his slumber .✦ ݁˖

The golden hour sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting soft, amber stripes across the duvet.

Kento was rarely one to lounge, but today, his exhaustion had finally overridden his rigid internal clock.

He was fast asleep, his breathing deep and rhythmic, his hair uncharacteristically disheveled against the pillow.

You were sitting at the edge of the bed, just watching him, when his hand—warm and heavy—suddenly reached out, his fingers fumbling until they latched onto your wrist.

He didn't wake up; his brows remain slightly furrowed, his subconscious clearly still processing the weight of the world.

Then, he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly hum, thick with the heavy fog of sleep.

“You're so beautiful, darling...” he mumbled, the words catching in his throat like a secret he hadn’t intended to share.

Your breath hitched, and you tried to pull your hand back, but his grip instantly tightened. He shifted, pulling your hand closer to his chest, his cheek nuzzling against your palm.

“So soft and warm...” he whispered, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So cold..."

He went quiet for a moment, and you thought he drifted off completely, but then his fingers spammed, digging into your skin with a sudden, desperate urgency.

His voice dropped to a broken, pleading murmur.

“Please stay... love...”

He turned his head, pressing his face into your arm, his breathing hitching as if he was caught in the middle of a bad dream.

“Don't leave me, please,” he sighed, the words muffled against your skin. “Don't go... I need you here.”

He settled then, his grip loosening as he sunk back into a deep, dreamless slumber.

He wasn't going to remember a single word of this when he wakes up. He’ll be back to his stoic, professional self, checking his watch and talking about overtime. But as you look down at him, your thumb gently brushing over his knuckles, you knew exactly what his heart is holding onto when no one else is looking.

© 2026 aeresha. All content is owned by @aeresha. Do not repost, edit, translate, or copy in any form across any platform.

[loreshonour]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the alluring things he does

tags. suggestive. nsfw. smut (not explicit?). married life. established relationship. soft!nanami. domestic bliss. gentle. ⋮ author's note. went from 'attractive things he does' to 'alluring things he does' and although i think i kind of like this i can't reread it again because i'm genuinely going to cringe, i've never written anything like this before LMAO, it's SO out of my comfort zone oh my days ⋮ word count. 1.0k

Husband!Nanami who always, time and time again, makes sure to get your consent in a verbal way before continuing whatever he's started. It doesn't matter to him if he's been married to you for half a decade or that he knows you'll constantly say yes to certain things.

It’s a husky, “Tell me to slow down and I will, honey,” here. And a firm, “Are you all right?” there. It’s his eyes flickering up to catch the expressions on your face, especially when something new is involved, and if he catches even a trace of doubt, he’ll stop.

Husband!Nanami who, despite trying his best to stay composed, always looks like a complete mess after a make-out session. Bottom lip shining with the slightest hint of saliva on it—or your lip gloss, you're not entirely sure, and neither is he—until he swipes his tongue over it.

Blond hair messy, the short strands disorganised and dishevelled because you've been running your fingers through it for the last fifteen minutes. Hazel eyes focused on your face with a horrifying type of intensity, pupils slowly dilating, chest rising and falling in a restless, uneven pace, meanwhile his fingers twitch from where they're holding onto your waist.

Husband!Nanami who can't help but place a mirror near your shared bed and make love to you in front of it. His devoted eyes stay entirely focused on yours, never wavering, not even thinking about glancing away in case he might miss a single facial expression you make. One hand stays entwined with yours, squeezing when it gets too much, kisses being placed on the smooth skin of your shoulders, and the hairs on the back of your neck shooting up straight.

A fun fact about Nanami? He doesn't boss you around, but the one thing he wants you to do during intimate moments is to tell him the things you find pretty about yourself. Nothing more, nothing less, (something about seeing yourself the way he sees you, which is nothing short of perfect).

Husband!Nanami who lets his warm, gentle hands which wouldn't dare lay a finger on you, wander over every part of your body. Every dip and curve is thoroughly touched by his finger pads, promising and adoring, even the parts you dislike about yourself. Those are the ones he's most fond of—the soft indent of your waist, the faint violet tracks on your breasts, the flesh-toned and sunken stretch marks on your hips that spread all the way to the skin of your butt—and he intentionally spends extra time worshipping them.

Husband!Nanami who places a lingering, wet kiss on your throat, hot breath fanning the skin, while your pulse immediately quickens due to the feeling. And then he's fisting his hands in your hair, tugging your head back the slightest bit so his lips are able to move up to your jawline, and he continues to pepper kisses all over the skin there, too. “You’re incredibly gorgeous,” he’ll whisper, breathy and completely undone. “So beautiful, darling.”

Husband!Nanami who takes off his belt, purposefully slowing down the action, while keeping eye contact with you. The first time he did it, in the early stages of your relationship, where everything was still new and nerve-wracking, you had flushed a pretty red colour while you bit down on your bottom lip, and back then, in that specific moment, he decided that he wanted that look to be reserved for him and him only for a long time yet to come.

Husband!Nanami whose lips follow wherever his hands go. He’ll start by unhurriedly taking off your shirt and unclasping your bra, and once those are thrown to the other side of the room, he’ll press kisses to the bare flesh in front of him. From your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, hands lightly holding down on your hips since you tend to squirm when he reaches the softness of your belly, and so on.

There's nothing better than having him keep eye contact with you from where he's kneeling between your legs, your thighs almost making him suffocate—although he secretly thinks it’d be an incredible way to go—whilst he presses fleeting kisses to your inner thighs.

Husband!Nanami who’s become awfully skilled at lowering his voice, hazel eyes softening while his hand never lets go of yours. “I know, darling, I know.” His lips brushing the shell of your ear, they’re mere whispers in a husky voice, yet it’s the only thing you're able to hold onto. “Oh, my love.”

With each groan that escapes his lips, you’re arching your back into him more. “You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” Foreheads pressed together, and even if the only thing you do is roll your hips, the praise just keeps coming. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby.”

Husband!Nanami who kisses your sweaty forehead afterwards, nose pressing against your hairline for a simple second before he gets a damp cloth from the bathroom. Within seconds, the material is pressed against you, cleaning up the sticky mess that's left staining your inner thighs. “Feeling all right, honey?” he asks in a low tone, steady and peaceful, despite still trying to catch his breath.

He's aware you're too tired to move, that's why he makes sure to clean you up as thoroughly as possible, and ushers, more like practically carries, you to the bathroom so you can use the toilet before fully dozing off.

Husband!Nanami who pulls you flat on top of his body right before you fall asleep. Your leg thrown over his hip, face nuzzled deeply into the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne, mixed with the slight remnants of sweat and a scent that smells an awful lot like dark musk making its way into your nostrils, whilst your hair tickles his chin with each movement you make.

He easily slips one warm hand under your sleeping shirt and runs the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, ignoring the goosebumps he leaves in its wake.

© loreshonour — don't repost, translate, or copy any of my works.

[th3vxidsblog]

This...is hotter than ANY outright smut fic I have EVER read dude. YA- YAAAALLL need to be learning from this MASTER of of...fuckin SENSUALITY ISTG, I had to get up and pace my house THREE times at three different points of reading this GODLY fic right here. I will respectfully offer up my credit card, my rent, my social security number, followed humbly by my heart, my soul, my left pinkie toe YOU NAME I-

[searockwell]

underground fighter maekar and his #1 supporter egg (happy fathers day!!) 👨

[gotheyjoy]

a design for robb stark’s helm

[w-o-t-h]

Outtake from Every Dawn's a Mountain, by Nick Ventura

[s00nechko]

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[planktonforsims]

Avelina Lunvik wearing her wedding dress :)

[lopata-four]

Alys Arryn & Rhaegel Targaryen

✨A series of book portraits of all the marriages of the Targaryen family✨

[kapitanmaldurfvonkretoff]

Being frank with you, tumbler lurkers, this was an excuse to draw a dynamic dragon on a red background, which is my favorite type of background, I'll have you know.

Maekar is also inhabiting this space.

[omg-imstillatotalmess]

I have so many thoughts about ex-boyfriend!Daryl that it's not funny. Especially S1 Daryl. Like he's such a douchebag, but he cares so much. Enjoy!

Pairing: Ex-boyfirend!Daryl Dixon x Reader

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who immediately thinks of you when the world goes to shit. He knows there's no way to get to you, and even if there was, you probably wouldn't go with him, so he never tries.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who feels a crushing sense of guilt for that.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who finds himself wondering if you survived. Wondering if he should be out looking for you.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who freezes up when Rick comes back to camp with you walking cautiously behind him.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who dumps his crossbow on the ground and starts striding up to you like the fucking terminator, before he can even really figure out how he feels, making everyone nervous.

Ex-boyfirend!Daryl who doesn't give a fuck that he's your ex because you're alive. Tired, scared, and a little worse for wear, but alive.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who takes your face in his hands and just looks at you. Doesn't kiss you because he doesn't think he deserves to, but looks at you like he used to. Like you're the lady of the lake. Like you hung the goddamn moon.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who feels like he can take a breath for the first time since he realized he had to leave you behind.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who takes a shaking breath and tries to say something to you, maybe an apology, maybe something else, but can't do it. The words just stick in his throat.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who damn near takes Rick's hand off when he tries to pull you away, thinking Daryl might hurt you.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who feels such a sense of relief when you lean into him and tell him you missed him.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who's shoving down tears by sheer force of will while you say the difficult things for him. You wondered every day if he was alive. Wondered if you should look for him. That you still love him.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who can't believe he's been handed a second chance with you in this new, fucked up version of the world.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who doesn't know how to apologize for what happened before, and instead tries to atone by making sure you always eat before he does, sleep in the safest place, and never get so far away from him that he couldn't protect you.

Ex-boyfriend!Daryl who's suddenly not your ex-boyfriend anymore.

[kapitanmaldurfvonkretoff]

A very quick, by my standards anyway, drawing where I mostly found myself playing with the shapes rather than focusing on putting any meaning behind it. Most of my pieces tend to end up like this.

[gqqsamya]

Inspired by The Black Prince at Crécy by Julian Russell Story

Paying respects to your fallen enemy