My Heart Is Full And My Soul Is Healing! 😭❤️

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Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

Heyyyyy, I hope you forever continue with this determination because honestly nowadays it’s hard to find people like you: ambitious, determined despite all the difficulties you are surrounded by. I really hope everything goes well. I hope this helps you get some help, I unfortunately can’t right now because I’m in a quite busy situation right now.

Please whoever sees and reads this, go and help if you can!!!

Ares, my god.

If I could give you a name, I would call you Ares. In Ancient Greek ἀρή (are) means "ruin" and throng of battle. In fact, nobody likes you. They don't acknowledge you. They fear you and prattle on about your personality. They say that you are reckless, bloodthirsty and brutal.

But you are so soft and delicate with me. You treat me as if I am an angel. It seems as if you are a man who won't show this side to anyone other than me.

You are completely the opposite with me. Even in the very intimate circumstances you appear such a pliable, ductile man to me.

You give me what I couldn't receive from the very first man that I saw when I opened my eyes. The trust that was never given to me as good as one gets, since I met you, you returned that favour.

Your brutality and undying thirst for strife excites me. It's your dark side that makes my soul unholy to depart in the Paradise.

Perhaps it will end up in Hell, in the nether world. Somewhat I would find joy in thinking impiously and irreligiously about you every moment of my soul's stay in the lower world.

Could it be profane to be in love with such suave , well-proportioned and robust man? You are majestic, strong, virile and noble. It is not my fault. It's just what fate decided for me.

I love you, I adore you, I'm devoted to you and I'm deeply infatuated of you.

My lover, my Ares, I give you my heart, my body, my innocence and soul for you to use however and whenever you want.

To my lover.

-K.M

Older!König x Innocent!reader Fluff

"Which one" Stepping out of your shared closet, you look down at your outfit (for story purposes I chose the outfit) short black skirt and a grey sweatshirt. Holding two pairs of high knee socks you hold them out in front of you.

"The white one, Engel." He smiles at you, making grabby hands from his spot at the end of your shared bed. Walking towards him you toss the two pairs of socks next to him before climbing into his lap. Smiling sweetly up at him before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm almost done," you smile at him once more before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He settles you in his lap so now your bum is on resting on his thighs and siting forwards. He grabs the pair of white socks before lifting your leg up and putting the long sock on. After putting both socks on he taps your thigh.

"Go get your shoes for me, Schatz" Sliding off his lap and onto the floor, you walk back to your shared clothes. Walking back to him with the shoes in hand, he takes them, setting them next to his thigh. Picking you up and settling you back on his lap once more. Lifting your foot up, he leans over putting your shoe on and tying it before doing the same for your other foot.

"Thank you," giving him a kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap. Standing in front of him, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him to you.

"Of course, Schatz" he kisses your lips before standing to his full height. Back to him towering over you his hand pats your head before running his fingers through your hair.

"Come," his hand grabs your much smaller one, dragging you out of your room and into your living room. Grabbing the keys off of the counter he leads you to the front door, opening it for you. As you past by him and outside just in front of the door he kiss the top of your head.

God is a woman | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and mentions of sex; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you're it to him. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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The candles were lit by the bedside table and the furniture by the closed window casting a warm glow in the whole room. It was early in the evening, but Mick and Yn were already in bed. In fact, they haven’t left it since the early hours of the day, just soaking up each other’s company and enjoying a lazy and free day. She was wearing one of his shirts and panties, while Mick settled for sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips, showing Yn the perfect amount of skin and trimmed hair that trailed into his boxers, but she was engrossed in one of her poetry books, while Mick tried to gather his thoughts after waking up from a nap. His fingers were tracing shapes on one of her thighs that were on top of his, he would squeeze and massage, and then with the tip of his fingers write his own poems. 

“It’s so interesting how Rupi Kaur portrays the feminine as divine, the creator, the goddess…” Yn observes out loud catching Mick’s attention. 

“That’s because it is.” His short answer makes her close the book, searching for his face.

“Huh?” 

Mick shakes his head and takes the opportunity to hover over her figure, eager for some of her love and light. Yn smiles, forgetting about whatever question she had on the tip of her tongue, the only thing her mouth wants now is him. 

When he dips his face and kills the space between them Yn whimpers widening her legs to shape it around his narrow waist, and lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick coos when Yn drags her hips up to grind against his crotch. He trails wet kisses around her collarbone and neck while whispering praises and Yn enjoys it all with her eyes closed. She feels his fingers on her waist, he grips and squeezes, and then his fingers are tracing shapes on her tummy, and just a few seconds after they’re holding her ass softly, bringing her close to him. 

Yn moans.

Mick mumbles something in German.

Yn moans louder.

He smiles against her skin before chasing her lips again and kissing the air out of her lungs.

“Even your skin tastes good,” Mick whispers in a jovial tone before dragging his tongue on her neck, and Yn giggles hugging him close and looking for his neck to hide her face onto.

“Micky…”

“And your lips, they have the perfect shape, Schatzi,” the point of his index finger and middle finger trace around the shape of her lips, and Yn bites it lightly. 

He feels his heart skip a beat when she mouths an “I love you” to which he answers by pressing their foreheads together and staring into her eyes. The room is silent, but Yn can almost hear all the words his blue orbs are screaming. 

When his back hit the mattress and her body is on top there’s a glow on his smirk, and they enjoy the hazy and the push and pull of the frantic kisses exchanged. The blonde is the one who pauses for a second, taking a deep pull of air into his lungs, and carefully watching his girlfriend on top of him. Mick’s fingers trace the outline of Yn’s nipples, her belly, collarbone, shoulders, jaw, and chin, before finally answering the question she threw at him minutes ago. 

“The feminine. You’re living proof that God is probably a woman.” He grips her waist and Yn moans with the contact. “I’m your follower, your hips are my altar,” he whispers into her ear before biting and nipping her earlobe. 

And then he dips to say something else Yn can’t catch because it’s certainly German and it’s whispered against her skin in such a low tone she can only concentrate on the vibrations between her breasts.

“You always make me feel so good,” it’s a confession, but it's nothing new to Yn. It’s his prayer to her. “I can’t get enough of you, Yn. I could never. Ich werde dich ewig lieben.”

“Micky,” Yn can only meow his name too entranced by his touches and words. 

“Does that feel good, Schatzi?” Mick asks and Yn nods, “Use your words.” It’s his soft demand to which she obliges. 

“It feels perfect, please- just- kiss me, touch me, Mick.” 

“You know I’ll do whatever you want me to.” 

The German keeps muttering praisings to her while kissing his way up to her lips. One of his hands is inside her shirt, caressing and playing with her boobs and nipples. He’s eager to nip and kiss it the way he’s doing with the exposed skin of her collarbone and neck, that’s why his smile gets bigger when Yn makes a move to take off the piece of clothing and throws it somewhere in the room. She lies fully on top of him and he sighs in contentment with her warmth against him.

“You’re so pretty, honey.” He kisses the side of her head and almost melts when he feels Yn’s smile against his skin, he wants to engrave it there, to always feel it, to always know that she’s happy and taken care of. “Your body takes me so well all the time,” and this time she hides her face in the crook of his neck, though her body seems unaware of how shy Yn is feeling because her lower half ruts against Mick’s hardening cock. “You’re a goddess.” He takes her hands and kisses each finger, opening her palm and dragging it softly against his cheeks. “I love you so so much.” 

And then Yn is smiling against his skin again. Feeling warm and fuzzy. Feeling loved, adored, worshipped, chosen. Knowing that indeed whatever she wanted the man under her would give. Sun, stars, the world, Mick would try for her.

“There’s a spot for you in my heart, only for you.” She nips on his white skin and kisses her way back to his lips, but before their lips touch their eyes met, talking, confessing what no idiom can translate: how transcending loving each other can be. 

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