#[ 2k celebration ]

[pearlcigs]

congrats on 2kkkkk can you do smau with older abby where she is a sugar mommy?

⋆ texts with sugar mommy!abby — tlou discord server

[softtdaisy]

Heyyy congrats on the 2k 💌

I wanted to request charles leclerc with birds of a feather by billie eilish some sort of high school sweetheart thing if you could

Thank you 💞

summary. Five times Charles realized you were his soulmate; one time he told you.

words count. 2 954

song. birds of a feather by billie eolith

a/n. I really hope this is what you expected, I got inspired in a very soft and sweet way and I had a lot of fun writing it so hopefully you love it 🩷

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1. The celebration

Growing up with Charles, you always got the feeling you would spend the rest of your life with him. You couldn’t explain it. 

Sure, you didn’t want to imagine a life where you wouldn’t get to see your best friend every single day. Even if it was just for a brief phone call that lasted only two minutes. When you two started dating, it became more obvious that you wouldn’t want to have another lover than Charles. 

But more than that, it was like you two were made to be together. And the universe seemed to enjoy proving it to you with silly things. 

Charles was the first one to point it out.

The first time he noticed that you two seemed to get good news at the same moment was during his first F2 season. You followed him to Bahrain to watch the first race. Making sure to be there to celebrate when he won the sprint race for the very first time. The following Monday, you got a call from the company of your dreams asking for an interview.

The next race in Barcelona a month later, when Charles won his first feature race, the same company called back to announce they were hiring you. 

Charles didn’t say a thing. But he noticed how this kept happening every single time. And when it was something related to the both of you, you were always together to hear it. You learned you got the apartment of your dreams during a casual footing and got the adoption paper for your dog right when Charles walked through the door.

Until one day, years after his F2 season, he finally slipped it out. 

“Don’t you find it funny how we always celebrate good things happening to us at the same moment?” He asked you suddenly, having nothing to do with the precedent subject.  

Charles had invited you to a restaurant in Italy after he achieved another win at Monza. Something that happened right after your boss had praised you for something you’ve been working on for weeks now.

You laughed at the thought. “What’s your theory?” But he could tell from your look that you weren’t making fun of him but were simply amused by the situation. That was very much true, now that you thought about it. 

“I don’t know,” he started, drinking his wine. “I just guess we were meant to be.”

“Because you doubt it?”

Charles stayed silent for a second, just appreciating the view in front of him. You. You were the best view. You, always so happy by his side, you that seemed so perfectly made for him. Like two pieces of a puzzle that only worked together.

He leaned towards you, his hand moving to your face to cup your cheek. You loved how when he did that, his thumb was always caressing your skin. Every single time. A habit so natural for him. 

“Never,” he smiled before giving you the sweetest kiss. 

2. The text

“Tu te rends compte que t’es vraiment niais?” Pierre laughed at his friend.

Charles rolled his eyes at the remark. He might be a little silly or cheesy when it comes to you; he might even be proud of it. He had no reason not to be when he was so happy and in love with you.

The two have been hanging out in the hotel, looking for some calm after the qualifying day. Charles got the pole, and with Pierre in the top 3, the two have been asked absolutely everywhere. He didn’t have the time to call you.

You had a hard time following him everywhere this season but always managed to be there as much as possible in any other way. You didn’t want to make him feel less supported—even if it was something that could never cross his mind.

“Let me be in love, dude,” Charles replied with a laugh that only made Pierre laugh even harder. He put his hands up in a defensive way because he learned after all these years of seeing you together that there was something he could do to stop Charles from being a pure lover boy with you.

Charles had just hung up from a phone call with his mom, who called right when he arrived there. With the time difference, he waited for you to finish the lunch you had today. The thing was, Charles knew that if he sent you a text right when he was out of the circuit, you would have put everything aside for him. 

Sometimes you both fight about putting each other first. Most of these fights were silly; just each one of you wanted to prove you were the best at this. But you already argued about how this mustn't become toxic for either of you. You didn't want to reach a point where you loved each other so much you forgot about your own life. 

And so he waited a minute. One single minute. Before he sent his text.

“Tell me when you’re free so I can call you, honey.” 

And right when his message appeared on screen, yours did too.

“It’s over, mon amour; you can call when you want.” 

Charles’ cheek turned red at the sight.

It wasn’t the first time you both managed to send texts at the exact same time. Sometimes it made sense, like right now, because you were both waiting to call each other. But most of the time, it couldn’t be predicted. Charles could even remember how many times you both managed to send each other the sky from where you were, your food, or an “OMG, I need to tell you something!!” with a few seconds apart. 

He knew you screened most of them, finding it so funny. And he was glad that there was proof it wasn’t all in his head.

“No way, it happened again?” Pierre said, looking over at Charles' phone to see that indeed it happened again. “You two share the same brain at that point; there is no other explanation.” 

Charles got up, ready to dial your number. “I think we do, yes,” he replied with a soft smile. Because he loved the idea of being so similar. 

3. The crowd

Fratelli d'Italia was playing again in the circuit. Charles was having one of the best seasons in his career, but he would never ever get tired of hearing the Italian anthem playing. And mostly seeing the team, his friends, and his family singing it from the top of their lungs.

It hasn’t been an easy race, and multiple times, he really thought he would have to DNF. If he was in some silly romcom, he was so sure that it would have been the moment Fred would have asked you to give him some motivational words on the radio. But that wasn’t possible, and well, that was probably for the better because Charles wasn’t so sure how he would react to hearing your voice during the race.

Yet, the idea of you being in the circuit for one of the few races of the season you could come to was helpful. Sure, Charles never relied only on your presence here to do great results. But he would be lying if he said it was a plus to know that somewhere, you were there looking for him.

And that when he would win, you would be around to celebrate it with him.

The thing was, being such a massively appreciated driver, Charles didn’t really find the time to celebrate with you before going on the podium. All the mechanics ran to him; his teammate chatted with him until they both went to the podium. 

Some may have noticed he frowned during the anthem, just for one millisecond. 

Because there was one thing Charles was good at.

It was finding you in a crowd of thousands of people.

His hand was still on his heart while singing the anthem with everyone. Something you were doing too. But Charles never stopped looking at you. You were his anchor. 

When the anthem stopped, the applause started. Charles knew he had a window of only a few seconds to do what he wanted. And he took it.

“I love you,” he mouthed with a big smile on his face. You could see him on the screen. And so did the world. But it didn’t matter. 

Because this was one of his favorite moments. How the world seemed to stop. It was only you and him. 

And if Charles couldn’t really see it, he knew that you said it back. He could tell. Each one of your I love you's always went directly to his heart. And it never missed its shot. This one didn’t either.

Like in the end, your love was always meant to be directed to him in the first place. Just his was to you too. 

4. The trend

You weren’t the biggest fan of the “wag” thing. Sure, you were one. That was undeniable at that point. But since you started dating Charles before he was an F1 driver, you sometimes had a difficult time getting used to being treated like one.

The photographers who were running to get a picture of you when you arrived at the circuit, the fans asking for selfies, the edit made of you and Charles together. And that was without talking about all the comments and remarks, positive and negative, made about you. 

So most of the time, you were putting social media aside and trying to forget the world knew about you because of your couple.

But sometimes, you can't escape them. Especially when the trend was fun and you had a good time looking at it.

“Did you know we were compatible on so many levels?” you asked Charles from the bedroom. 

You were lying on your bed, wearing a too-big Ferrari merch shirt from last year that was perfect to chill—and to flirt with Charles, who could resist you even less when you were wearing his color. 

You looked up and laughed when he passed only his face through the bathroom door, his toothbrush still in his mouth. “What did you mean?” he mumbled. But he was quick to rush to the sink to rinse his mouth. 

So you waited until he sat back next to you, his head on your shoulder, to look at your phone to give him an explanation.

“The fans,” you started again, a hand falling on his naked thighs to caress his skin, “they used a trend that’s going on right now about showing how people are compatible on different levels.”

You put on a video that you saw earlier about you two. Charles watched as he saw what the fans used to prove you two were made to be together. Your astrological signs, your birth date, similar features you shared, a beauty mark you shared that you had no idea how people noticed in the first place. Some were funny; others were more serious.

But the global idea was that the whole world was convinced Charles and you were made to be together. 

One video even called you soulmate.

“At this point, I’m pretty sure we can’t break up or the universe will explode.” You laughed, watching yet another video about that.

But Charles was only looking at you. 

He was pretty sure that his universe would explode if he ever lost you.

5. The flirt

“Charles, I need you to meet someone!” he heard his agent say.

To say that Charles wasn’t that pleased to be at this party was an understatement. The season was more tiring, and he couldn’t wish for anything less than just a night of peace in his hotel room. He felt like everyone around here wanted a piece of him, and he couldn’t keep enough energy to have a chat with you these days.

He loved his job; he loved this championship, but how he wanted a break from all of this.

Yet, Charles kept a smile on his face when he turned around and saw the person his agent wanted him to meet so badly. He recognized her from god knows which campaign his sponsor did these past weeks. She was a model. 

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a very polite tone. He offered his hand, trying to keep some distance. Sadly, Charles knew that each one of his movements was analyzed, and he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

He hated the moment when you weren’t there and haters started to think it was some proof you weren’t a thing anymore. Because as soon as he was pictured with anybody, especially women, they would become some love interest in a story that didn’t exist. 

It turned out it was Charles who was soon uncomfortable when the model kept his hand in hers and started to caress it. “It’s a real pleasure,” she whispered, like it was a secret.

But he didn’t want to share a secret with anyone but you.

When he moved his hand to get it free, the model groaned. Charles didn’t get it, because it would have been a very inappropriate reaction for simply releasing his hand. But then he noticed how she was rubbing her palm. “You pinched my skin with your ring.”

He looked down at his hand. And couldn’t contain the smile when he realized it wasn’t any ring that hurt her by accident. 

It was the one you offered him for your anniversary, a month ago. The last time you talked about getting engaged, you both agreed that this was too soon and you would rather wait for him to achieve his dream. So the whole wedding organization wouldn’t be impacted by the craziness of the season.

“I can marry you at 20, 30, 50, or 70; I don’t care, Charles. As long as I have you in my life forever.” You told him when you discussed it.

Yet, you loved the idea of him wearing a ring that proved he was yours. And he couldn’t blame you since he did it multiple times in the past already, always happy to spend his money on his love for you.

“Sorry,” he said in a hurry, already taking his phone in his hand to send you a text. 

Right when he sent you a “I won’t believe what just happened.” He received a “I hope your party is going well!”

You were there. All the time. Even when you weren’t. 

+1 

“Un discours, un discours!” You heard everyone sing in the room, asking your boyfriend to finally make the speech he promised he would do but still hasn’t.

You turned around to see him and watched as his cheeks turned a beautiful and very red color—how appropriate to celebrate his title with Ferrari. You put your hand on his shoulder to lean closer to him and couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, adding a new tint of red to it. But mostly, as you expected, to see him chill at your touch.

“Go ahead, mon amour; they are waiting for you.” You told him, still bringing your thumb to his skin to wipe away your lipstick. You loved teasing him, but you still weren’t the mark-your-territory type of girlfriend. “You won the championship; I’m sure you can make this speech.”

“You better be right on this one,” he laughed, still not sure he could do it. Especially not after the multiple champagne glasses he drank tonight. 

But still, Charles got up, smoothed his shirt, and put a kiss in your hair before walking to the center of the room. He gave his mother a genuine smile, but his eyes fell on you one last time. It was like the kiss you blew him at that moment went straight to his heart from the way he sighed and finally turned to his guests.

“We fucking did it, guys!” Charles said loudly in the microphone, causing everyone to scream and applaud at the memory that yes, finally, il predestinato gave Ferrari its title.

And so Charles started to thank everyone in the team, making sure to not forget a single person. Making sure everyone in this room knew how grateful he was that he had been so well looked after this past year. You watched as he took the time to look at the person he said the name to every time and how he was taking the time to say a nice word about them. 

You feel the tears growing in your eyes when he talks about his family. Reminding him of the old days back in Monaco and how far he had come to achieve his dream. 

And then you heard your name. 

“And you,” he started, landing his eyes on you. He waited a second, making sure he wasn’t the only one looking at you. Making sure the whole room knew who you were—even if it had become almost impossible for them to ignore you. “I would have never, ever, done half of this without you. Having you by my side all these years and these past months has been the biggest encouragement. I love you, mon amour.”

Everyone got up and started to applaud, you included. Because of this, most of them didn’t notice Charles open his mouth again. They missed the smile on his face, all the love that came from it, or the look he was giving you at that moment. And mostly, they missed the last sentence of his speech.

Or maybe that was his plan from the beginning. 

“You’re my soulmate.”

[poisonedprose]

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fandoms this event includes ; the last of us, resident evil, call of duty (im not comfortable doing any of the other fandoms i would normally do.)

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BABY TEE - the last of us

⋆ DINA putting the strap she found on patrol to good use ⋆ ELLIE helping her inexperienced!best friend ⋆ ABBY teasing you after you backtalked her ⋆ JESSE letting you ride him before he goes out for patrol ⋆ grinding on JOEL's boner to wake him up in the morning ⋆ getting your pussy ate by DINA ⋆ ELLIE gently fucking her cutesy girlfriend with a dildo

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⋆ CARLOS fucking his brat!gf softly as a punishment after begging for rough sex ⋆ re4!LEON using his roommates cunt in the middle of the night ⋆ re2!LEON eating out his best friend and then softly fucking them ⋆ ADA watching you squirm for her own pleasure ⋆ softdom!JILL letting you fuck her with her strap ⋆ pleasuring yourself and re2!CLAIRE at the same time ⋆ trans!LUIS handcuffing you and fucking you with his strap

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⋆ KONIG using his virgin!gf's thighs to get off ⋆ PRICE giving his neighbor a nice lil gift for christmas ⋆ after a hard mission SOAP needs to relax by eating a nice warm pussy ⋆ teasing GHOST under the table during a meeting ⋆ mean!SOAP who keeps edging you even though your right on the brink of the best orgasm of your life :(( ⋆ GAZ letting you use him however you please ⋆ PRICE makes love to you before he goes on a 3 month long mission

[violaobanion]

MARIE ANTOINETTE and her ladies-in-waiting at The Queen’s Hamlet

requested by @zablife

[targaryen-dynasty]

congrats on the 2k!! ❤️❤️ can i request meleys #26 for daemon pls? 🫶🫶🫶

DON‘T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

Part 2

CEO!Daemon Targaryen x female Reader

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTACT—MINORS DNI; p in v, (semi) public sex, modern AU

WORDS: 1 K

NOTES: I really said "a very short drabble" lmfao and here I am giving you 1K words. The end is abrupt, but this would have been 5K words long if I hadn't stopped. I won't beta these drabbles!

Let's celebrate my milestone!

Daemon might have undone the zipper at the back of your short, black dress, but he hasn’t lowered it more than having the top of it pool around your waist. He hasn’t bothered opening your bra, and has merely tugged the flimsy fabric down to allow your breasts to spill over the black lace. 

“Want to fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it, bunny,” he rasps into your ear, pressing his chest flush against your back to pin you to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office that overlooks the busy financial district of King’s Landing. 

Though the gold glass hitting your exposed breasts has you gasping at first, you can't deny the thrill of excitement darting up your spine. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you hum, biting your bottom lip as you feel his large hands push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Is that so?” he drawls, the amused tint in his voice prompting you to huff. 

The sound of him loosening the zipper in the front of his slacks is drowned out by how loud your heart beats in your ears, and you’re merely reminded that he’s done so as you feel his calloused fingers tug your panties to the side to align his hard cock with your pussy. 

“Have you–” The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue with his thick cock breaching your tightness, the words replaced by a wanton moan. 

You feel his forehead resting against the side of your head, but with your cheek pressing against the window, you’re immobilized and can’t even catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, only feeling his hot breath caress your skin.

It’s good he doesn’t pound into you straight away, his heavy breathing and trembling hips indicating he needs a short moment to adjust just as much as you, because it gives you the chance to voice what hasn’t left your lips before. 

You take in a deliberate breath, pressing your lips into a thin line before they part again. “Have you locked the door?”

Though he’s buzzing with arousal, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him, his mind is still very much clear and not as hazy as yours, allowing him to scoff and mock your attempt to maintain decorum. “Didn’t I say I want everyone to know?” he hums, bringing both paws to your hips to keep you steady and still. “That also applies to my employees.”

There’s no chance for you to reply, because the moment he snaps his hips up into yours, every coherent thought flies straight out the window with his cock brushing your sweet spot.

Your palms are pressed flush against the glass, and you completely rely on him to keep you upright and supported. “God, fuck,” you pant, screwing your eyes shut. 

He squeezes your hips tight enough to surely leave some bruises in the following hours, and it’s clear as day that he’s merely using you as a means to an end, to satisfy the desperate need of having something he alone could control. 

It’s the fact that even after his older brother has conceded the executive chair to him, Viserys still gets involved to the point his younger brother truly doubts his leadership qualities. 

And if this is one way for him to cope with it, you certainly won’t complain. 

“Such a good, little slut for me,” he grunts, each thrust pushing you up against the window. “Taking me so fucking well. Getting all worked up just thinking about someone seeing us, mh, seeing how good I’m fucking you.”

Releasing a shaky whimper, you arch your back and start to grind your hips back and forth, meeting him halfways. 

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and you meekly shake your head despite the truth in his words. It does turn you on. “N-No,” you pant, closing your eyes as you feel the flush blossoming on your cheeks. 

Daemon scoffs yet again, and serves a harsh slap to your ass that catches you by surprise. “You’re dripping, bunny,” he mocks, the lilt of confidence and authority in his voice sending a new wave of arousal to ooze out of your cunt and trickle down his cock and heavy balls. Since he has lowered them barely enough to free himself, most of your essence is caught by the dark fabric. “I’m afraid my assistant will have to get me a new pair of pants once I’m done with you.”

He proceeds to snake his hand between your body and the glass, rubbing your clit with his nimble index and middle fingers. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, sweet thing?” He presses his chest against your back again, and dips his head forward to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin. “Daddy wants to fuck you on his desk next.”

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once, and you’re once again surprised by how well Daemon knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants. 

You convulse all over him with a mewl, the grinding of your hips stopping as the white, hot pleasure becomes too much. But his thrusts don’t stutter or slow down, keeping the intensity to the point you’re losing your mind. 

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Show everyone the pretty face you always make when you’re soaking my cock.” You’re not sure whether it’s his fingers still toying with your clit, his cock still snapping in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words. 

With a few more thrusts, bringing you to the point of overstimulation, he reaches his own release, twitching cock spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. And while you thought he’s done, considering he’s panting behind you like a mad man, you’re surprised when he pulls out and turns you on your heels. 

“Clothes off, and on the desk,” he rasps, taking a step back to allow you to move while he loosens his tie. When you don’t comply quick enough, he raises his brow. “Or do you want me to do it for you, bunny? But then you’ll have to go home naked.”

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Exclusively My Idiot

Summary: You know Dean can be an idiot, but could he ever be your idiot exclusively?

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (You)

Warnings: None really. Just some kissing/making out and some jealousy. Also fluff.

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: This is my first gif drabble for my 2K followers celebration! The gif shown in the title card above came from this gif request from @jackles010378 . Thanks so much for sending this fun gif, of our charming, sexy boy!

This will also fill the square, "I hate how much you acting like an idiot makes me want to make out with you.", for my @jacklesversebingo 2024 card.

Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Your blood was boiling as you watched The Woman putting her hands all over Dean. Well, all over his bicep anyway. She just kept touching him, laughing at everything he was saying.

He’s not that funny, sweetie. You thought to yourself.

You and Dean had been on this case for nearly a week and you’d questioned this woman three times now. Well, Dean questioned her. You'd offered to do it this time, but Dean had just smiled at you. 

“N’ah, I got it sweetheart. She’s obviously into me, so I can keep her busy while you search her hard drive for any information on what's-his-name.” He shrugged. “You’re better at all that computer bullshit anyway. So you do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.” 

He’d given you a wink and a smile that made you nearly melt into the floor. But you played it off, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel to get away from Dean’s effortless charisma.

Now, standing in her office, you were waiting for the thumb drive you’d plugged into her computer to download everything she had on the guy you and Dean were pretty sure was a monster. This info would very likely confirm it, so what you were doing was important. You had to be quick and stealthy. But instead you were standing at her office window, looking out at the reception area and watching her flirt endlessly with ���FBI Agent Cobain”.

It was so stupid of you to feel jealous like this. You and Dean were very happily friends with benefits and nothing more. He didn’t owe you anything, and you had no stamp or claim on him. He was free to flirt with anyone he wanted.

You reminded yourself of that very harshly as you shot daggers at The Woman.

Her back was to you, and Dean was facing you. He caught you staring out the window and raised a brow in your direction. He was asking if you were finished, but you shook your head. Dean stepped closer to The Woman so he could slip his hand around her back where she couldn’t see it. He waved his hand at you in a gesture that told you to hurry up. 

You held up a hand, palm out, to tell him to just wait and be patient. 

“Can’t make the computer go any faster, dumbass.” You mumbled to yourself, but you forced yourself to turn away from the window, and Dean’s hand on The Woman’s lower back, and check on the progress of the download. 

It was only a minute more before the computer beeped and the download was complete. You yanked out the thumb drive and tiptoed out of her office, giving Dean a thumbs up as you left.

You hoofed it down the stairs, all the way to the parking garage that was your rendezvous spot. You found Baby sitting in the very last stall and hoisted yourself up onto her hood to wait.

And wait…

And wait…

And…wait!

It was almost twenty minutes before you finally saw Dean coming around the corner of the building and into the entrance of the parking lot. He looked a little disheveled and your heart plummeted. Looked like The Woman had gotten pretty handsy, and not in a way that would be office appropriate. 

He approached the car and had a silly grin on his face. You recognized it as his slightly abashed and embarrassed smile and you wondered what exactly he’d done that made him feel embarrassed. 

Nevermind, you thought, I don’t wanna know.

“Hey!” He said as he approached. “Get everything?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” Dean answered and started to walk around Baby’s hood to get to the driver's side.

You gave a bad imitation of a chuckle, and waved him back towards you. “Hey, how far did Sexy McSexington push her flirting? Took you forever to get out here and it looks a bit like you’ve spent some time making out in the copy room.” You waved at his loosened tie and wrinkled white shirt.

Dean arched a brow and tilted his head slightly. “And if I did? Does that bother you?”

You scoffed a little too hard. “What? Of course not. I was just wondering how far you had to go in the name of keeping your cover.”

Dean pushed out his lips and nodded slowly, walking back to you and pushing your legs open on the hood so he could stand between your knees.

“Is that right?” His voice was disbelieving. “So, you won’t care if I tell you all about the way she pulled me into a supply closet,” he raised a finger, “not the copy room, and had her wicked way with me?”

His gaze glinted with mischief and you rolled your eyes. “Ugh! Spare me the details, please.” You pushed on his chest lightly so he’d move and let you get down, but he didn’t budge.

“You don’t wanna hear about the way she went down on her knees and-”

You shoved your fingers in your ears. “La la la la la!” You sang loudly out of tune.

Dean pulled on your wrists, forcing your hands down by your side and gave you another wink and a smile. “It does bother you. Admit it, you don’t wanna know about my office escapades do you? Cause YOU wanted to be the one with me in the copy room.”

He waggled his eyebrows and nodded quickly. “Huh? Huh? Because you think I’m gooorgeous, you want to kiiiiss me, you want to huuuug me.” He said, quoting Miss Congeniality and doing a bad Sandra Bullock impersonation. “You want to loooove me. You want to smoooch me.”

You cut him off with a kiss, tugging on his tie to bring him down to your mouth. He chuckled against your lips and then tilted his head slightly so he could deepen the kiss. He swept his tongue past your lips and licked up into the roof of your mouth, tasting you thoroughly and moaning down your throat. He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled your head back so he could slide his open mouth down your neck, scraping his teeth against your sensitive skin and making you shudder.

“Oh god,” you moaned out, “I hate how much you acting like an idiot makes me want to make out with you.”

You felt him smile against your skin before he ran his tongue back up your neck to just behind your ear. He nibbled there for a moment before moving his lips to the shell of your ear and whispering to you, low and sexy.

“Just FYI, there was no copy room, or supply closet.”

You pulled away a little so you could look him in the eye, giving him a suspicious look. “Then what took you so long, and why do you look so…disheveled.”

His sheepish smile was back, and he ducked his head slightly. “I may have needed to escape her by ducking into the men’s room and then crawling out the window.”

Your eyes widened. “Her office is on the third floor!”

He shrugged. “I didn’t say it was easy.”

You shook your head. “You’re such an idiot.” Then you kissed him softly. “But…do you maybe wanna be my idiot? I mean, exclusively my idiot?”

Dean smiled and bit into his bottom lip. “Absolutely.”

[dailysteveharrington]

DAILYSTEVEHARRINGTON 2K CELEBRATION✵ top steve episodes as voted by our followers

↳ #1 → The Upside Down (S01E08) (38 votes)

[maehemthemisfit]

★ 𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝟐𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ★

plant a dream and watch the story bloom . . . welcome to eucalyptus dreams ! in honor of hitting 2k, this is an event where you get to interact/roleplay with a few characters from the fandoms i write for !

📘: STATUS : OPEN 🫐: TYPE : INTERACTIVE 💙: ENDING : TO BE ANNOUNCED

★﹕WHY DON'T YOU . ˚ ⊹ // RULES

please make sure that you mention somewhere in your ask the character you're talking to and if it's a specific version make the timeline known (ex: teen!gojo).

you can send in asks as other canon characters, ocs, or ask something that isn't plot orientated/based on you playing a character.

if a character is responding to a plot orientated ask involving a non canon character/oc, only gender neutral terms will be used (unless stated otherwise) for the most part and everything will be writen in second person, so mainly-if not all-terms will be "you" and "your".

i don't mind you detaling some of the actions of the characters i'm writing for and vaguely mentioning things the character has said, but typing out the character's actual dialogue is my job !

i will not mention your oc's physical appearance unless you bring attention to them (eye color, hair length, afrocentric features, etc).

no incest, stepcest, teacher/student or minor/adult romantic relationships, pregnacies (parenthood i can get by), explicit material, or anything progressively leading up to an explicit act. some suggestiveness however is fine.

if i answer your ask and you're uncomfortable with it please let me know!

if you don't want to see the event, you can block #eucalyptus dreams event.

if you have any questions comments or concerns about the rules feel free to shoot me an ask !

★﹕LOVE ME ? . ˚ ⊹ // CHARACTERS

Genshin: Lyney, Freminet, Heizou, Tighnari, Xiao, Wanderer/Scara, Kazuha

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuji, Sukuna

Danganronpa: Nagito Komeada, Kokichi Oma (closed for the moment)

if the event goes well then in 3 days the danganronpa characters will be open. this is partially to control the influx of asks i get (hopefully) but you can still send in asks for closed fandoms and have your ask queued for when they do open!

please keep in mind that these are a lot of characters and i may get a lot of asks for multiple ones, so bare with me when it comes to responding to all of them. other factors that may slow the process is my lack of experience / comfortability writing for certain characters, but I will try my best to make each interaction as in character as possible!

I will not respond to asks that breaks the rules or anything that makes me uncomfortable.

[marvelstoriesepic]

⋆✴︎2k celebration✴︎⋆

YOU GUYS!!! I AM HAVING OVER 2000 MINIONS!! I'm so overwhelmed with gratitude AHHHH!! 💜🧁

Thank you so much for embracing my fics and my ramblings and for being interested in me as a person!! You've encouraged me to keep writing and to keep sharing my stories. Thank you for connecting with my characters, for sharing your own interpretations, and for making this space so cozy and engaging. Every single one of you has helped me so much to be myself, to explore my creativity, and to connect with others who share my passions.

Thank you from the deepest part of my heart for being here with me!! 💜💜

To truly celebrate 2k followers, I wanted to do something special for you all. And I think the best way to do that is to let you decide. So I’ve come up with a few ideas, and I'd love to hear what you prefer.

My Masterlist

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A: WIP poll! I am currently working on a few different projects, and if you choose this I will let you decide which one I should focus on and potentially post first.

B: Snippet Marathon! Get ready for a sneak peek into all my wips. I will be sharing snippets from as many fics as I can.

C: Q&A Session! I will host a text based Q&A where you can ask me anything about my writing process, characters, myself, behind-the-scenes, AUs, etc.

D: Writing Challenge! I will host my first writing challenge with prompts of my own. (This will take me some time, though)

E: 2k Drabble Challenge! I will take short prompts of my lovely followers and write mini-stories based on them.

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[moonbunscafe]

A small thing to celebrate me hitting 2k here. Thanks so much yall r amazing 🫶❤️

[pearlcigs]

Congrats! For the wtf one Ellie and reader sexting but Ellie is dog shit at it 😭

⋆ (s)texts with awkward!ellie — tlou discord server

almost done with all the celebration reqs… soz for taking forever!! not really tho lowk..

[softtdaisy]

For the 2k celebration event could I maybe request a Hotch x reader hurt/comfort based on "Lights Are On" by Tom Rosenthal

Maybe Hotch and reader dealing with the aftermath of reader being held hostage by an UnSub to taunt Hotch?

summary. one of the many sleepless night you and hotch share after you've been held hostage

words count. 1 401

song. lights are on by tom rosenthal

a/n. did I broke my own heart writing this? probably but I honestly love it a lot and I want to give hotch and reader a hug, thank you for feeding my angsty imagination 🩷

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It was two a.m.

Hotch woke up. He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep in the first place.

Sleeping has been some kind of unknown concept these past weeks.

For him. But for you, firstly.

So he wasn’t surprised when he opened his eyes to see the lights coming from your bedside lamp illuminate your bedroom. He got used to that. He, who only could sleep in a fully dark room since he was ten, got used to the light.

Neither was he surprised when he turned around to see you sitting against the mattress, your eyes opened. 

There were so many things Hotch hated about this situation.

He hated to see you this broken. Your eyes looked empty, and the sleeves of the sweatshirt you stole from him to sleep in were covering your hands like you tried to hide every part of your body. Try to hide from the rest of the world, even your husband.

He hated that, once again, you managed to get out of his embrace. He knew that it had nothing to do with him. Because every night, you were the one cuddling against Hotch to find some sleep. You did because you knew you could find the comfort you needed in his arms. His big arms were holding you tightly against his chest, making sure you wouldn’t disappear again. You found comfort in his sweet kiss on your hair, in his fingers tracing imaginary shapes on your skin, or in the way you could hear his heartbeat and how it was calming you down.

But every night, when he woke up after an hour or two of sleep, the situation was always the same. You had left in his arms, and either Hotch had turned around unconsciously, his back facing you. Or you did, making sure you were on the other end of the bed, far—too far—from him.

But what Hotch hated the most about this situation was himself. Because he could never get rid of the thought that it was all his fault.

You didn’t blink until Hotch sat up next to you, moving closer so his shoulder was touching yours. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, turning your head to face him. Sorry for waking you up, sorry for being like this, sorry for everything. The list was so long you couldn’t bother running through it. Or maybe it would help him get back to sleep; maybe there was some good use in it.

“You don’t have to be.” Hotch replied in a whisper, looking for your hand in the sweater. He took the time, even though he could have done it in a second. But he took the time to roll the sleeve up, to caress your palm before entwining your fingers with his. “Another nightmare?”

You had a nervous laugh. “I didn’t sleep at all.”

You went to bed at approximately 11 p.m. 

The evening went like every other one.

Since the accident, Hotch asked to go less on the field until you felt better. But he didn’t even need to ask since both Strauss and Rossi took the same decision before him. So you spent the evening together, having dinner with Jack before he went to his bedroom. You and Hotch watched a show, your favorite comfort show that you knew by heart. You couldn’t handle watching something new. You needed to know what would happen.

And Hotch respected that. Actually, he could watch the same episode every single night twice or thrice if it helped you calm your anxiety.

Then you went to bed, had a little chat that made you both believe that your life was back to normal, and cuddled until one of you fell asleep. 

Apparently, he only did.

“I…” Hotch started, but you cut him off by putting a hand on his thigh. 

“Don’t apologize, Aaron,” you said, caressing his naked thigh softly. It seemed so long ago that the simple thought of your husband being in his underwear next to you would make you hungry for him. He was still hot, that’s for sure. But the sexual desire was just off in your heart. 

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated, again, like every day for the past month.

But you could repeat it a hundred times; Hotch still couldn’t believe it.

No, he couldn’t believe that it wasn’t his fault his wife almost got killed again.

The unsub was a manipulative strategist that had been threatening the whole team, mostly with simple things like texts or information that wasn't difficult to find. Nobody thought that he could harm any of them, let alone their family.

Then Hotch received the picture. You, tied in some kind of basement. Looking tired. Bruised. Helpless. 

“If we don’t find her, I don’t think I will survive,” he told Rossi in the car. It was a sincere thought, not one he took the time to think about. He just knew it. After losing Haley, Hotch couldn’t handle the idea of having yet another woman lose her life because of her love for him. 

Rossi promised they would find you. And it wouldn’t be until later that Hotch would realize he didn’t try to change his mind. You barely survive losing one person; you don’t survive living through that twice.

It took the team seven hours and twenty-two minutes to find you after the message. Meaning Hotch couldn’t even know for how long you’ve been held hostage. 

Emily and JJ questioned you. Because it would have been out of the protocol for Hotch to do it.

Because he was too busy settling accounts with the unsub. Nobody questioned why the man got arrested with blood all over his face and bruises that couldn’t have been caused by you. Nobody questioned why Hotch came back with red eyes and bloody hands.

Because everybody knew. And everybody agreed.

The only thing Hotch knew was that you hadn’t been abused. That was the only thing you accepted to tell him about the hostage. “I’m alive, and that’s all that matters,” you told him when you came back home after two days in the hospital making sure you were alright. You were. Physically, at least.

You were right, in some way. You were alive, and Hotch didn’t hesitate another second before taking you in his arms. Your face was against his chest, his chin on top of your head. You were both craving these hugs, these brief moments where you felt like you could be alright because you were together. Fighting together. Living together. 

You stayed like that for a moment, appreciating the small moment of peace both your brains would allow you. Before looking up at Hotch. “Thank you.”

“For what, honey?” he replied, frowning. You used to tease him about his constant frowning, saying one day he would be stuck with this expression forever and wouldn’t be able to do anything about that. Little did you know you would be the reason he wouldn’t stop doing it these days.

“For…everything.” You brought a hand to his face to caress his cheek. “For staying with me. I know it’s not easy, but I wouldn’t do it without you.”

You could read Hotch like an open book. You saw the sadness in his eyes, how they got a little glossy and redder at the thought of losing a version of you in some universe. You saw his mouth pinching. But mostly, you could see the wrinkles that appeared these past weeks, how he seemed to have gotten older so quickly. And it broke your heart that if you lost something there, he did too. 

“I love you,” you whispered, coming closer to give him the softest kiss on the lips. You felt his smile against your lips, a smile that gave you one too. 

“I love you too,” he whispered back against your mouth.

It was four a.m.

Hotch didn’t fall asleep again. But you did. This time, you stayed in his arms the whole time.

He didn’t switch off the light, even though you were sleeping peacefully. A part of him needed them now.

In an hour or two, he would call the bureau to ask for a day at home to stay with you. They won’t say no.

He would say you needed him there. Which was true.

But Hotch needed to stay away from his work. And concentrated on what mattered.

You.

[itsswritten]

I’ve hit 2K followers! What a milestone 🥹 I’m perhaps almost a year into being active on here and physically posting (for a long time I was a quiet reader on here)

I just want to say thank you to everyone who as supported my writing and interacted with my fics! It really means so so much to me 🤍 makes building these worlds and plots so much more fun knowing you all enjoy it!

In celebration I have a new fic idea potentially in the works but I wanted to leave it up to a vote on what you guys wanted next regardless of this! I’m hoping to get some writing done this week coming as I’m actually off work so I should have a little bit of time 🫶🏼

I shall do my very best to fulfil your wish 💫

[saska5023]

I reached 2K on Insta :D This shot turned out rather cinematic. Decided to unite all my fav fandoms hehe.

[targaryen-dynasty]

hi bestie💕

from the 2k celebration serving list, i choose meleys! (this feels like i’m choosing a pokemon for a battle 😂)

prompt #112 “i don’t feel like sleeping” with aegon ii

🎉congratulations on reaching 2k!!!!!🎉

REDAMANCY.

Aegon II Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; slightly dubious content, p in v, breeding kink

WORDS: 741

NOTES: The first time I managed to keep myself short, lmfao. Hope you like it!

It has to be way past the Hour of the Owl when you feel Aegon’s hands slowly drag over your side, his hot breath caressing the back of your neck. 

Your back is facing him, and you’re lying exactly like you did when you fell asleep – with him tightly pressed against your backside. The only difference now is that you’re feeling something very firm pressing against your arse. 

Stirring slowly, you’re releasing a deep sigh, and goosebumps follow in his hand’s wake as it pushes the skirts of your nightdress further up your legs. Despite the sheets still concealing your frame, you suddenly feel well exposed, and he hasn’t even peeled off your underclothes. 

“Go back to sleep,” you’re murmuring, voice thick with sleep. 

You can feel his nose drag along your hair, inhaling your scent, and it inevitably has you clenching your thighs together, more so when his lips settle at the curve of your shoulder. He has pushed the neckline of your nightgown to the side slightly, and an unbearable heat blossoms where his lips have met your skin before. 

His teasing, barely there touches push all the tiredness aside, and the raspy drawl in his voice ignites a fire within you. 

“I don’t feel like sleeping.”

It’s his body against yours, his scent wafting off of him, and his hand slowly inching between your legs that drive you to full consciousness. Heat starts to ignite at the apex of your legs as your mind wanders from the calmness of your sleep to your insatiable husband. 

You bite your bottom lip, trying to stifle a quiet moan. “But what if I do?”

Your husband is quick to roll you on your back, making himself at home between your legs. The display of his fervor has you chuckling. 

As he’s propped up on his arms, silver strands of hair fall into his face, framing his chiseled features. He stares down at you with a mischievous glint in his lilac eyes, and you know it means he’s up to no good. 

Dipping his head forwards, Aegon’s lips make a beeline for your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin to the point you crane your neck to grant him more access. You care little for what the court thinks of the little bruises he leaves, and rather take pride in his display of possessiveness, in his claim on you.

“Then I would see it as my husbandly duty to convince you otherwise,” his gruff voice vibrates against your skin, slightly muffled but still perfectly clear. 

“Oh?” you whisper, turning your head to look at him and giggling softly. 

“I’m confident of my ability to convince you,” he rasps, and you’re met with a wide grin, one that all but forces you to kiss him to get it off his face. 

It’s all teeth and tongue when Aegon’s hands slowly claw at your nightgown, pushing it up to make quick work of your underclothes. You help him get you out of it, and only then notice that he’s indeed already completely bare. 

While this isn’t new to you, you still hold your breath as he sheathes himself inside you, meeting little resistance with your cunt completely soaked and filling you with one, swift thrust of his hips.  

You both moan in unison, and the pace your husband sets is quite different from the one he usually picks. Instead of thrusting and thrusting, he is rutting into you, causing the coarse, silver hairs that gather around the base of his cock to rub your pearl with every motion. 

Slinging your legs around his waist, you’re making it no easier for him to change his movements, signaling that this is exactly what you need. 

“Tonight is the night I shall put a babe in you,“ he grunts against your kiss-swollen lips. 

His earlier urgency has seemed to be not more than a mask for his despair, because as your peak washes over you in an ambush, his own follows not long after. 

But only when his hips don't falter, and his movements turn more calculated and determined, biting through the overstimulation, do you know that a long, exhausting night lies ahead of you. 

One where he won‘t stop until his hunger is satiated by filling you with as much of his seed as possible to make sure it will bear fruit, to make sure you‘ll give him the heir they‘ll anticipate sooner than later. 

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[dailysteveharrington]

DAILYSTEVEHARRINGTON 2K CELEBRATION✵ top steve episodes as voted by our followers

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