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[heartstringsduet]

What about from this list michelle: https://www.tumblr.com/ladytessa74/723652683216683008?source=share

An anon asked me this but I'm not taking prompts at the moment so feel free to take: https://www.tumblr.com/ladytessa74/723655016015134720/are-you-taking-those-writing-prompts-for-tarlos?source=share

Thank you Tessa my dear loyal prompter <3333 taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling 

There are nights that they just want to have a little ‘me-time.’ Carlos usually cleans or cooks or finds design inspo on Pinterest for the newest loft project.

TK usually plays with Lou II or facetimes a friend, but most often, he scrolls endlessly on his phone. Carlos only sees glimpses of TK’s screen when he vacuums behind the couch, when he sits next to him to read, or when he tests how sucked in TK is into his phone and how many kisses to the back of his neck it takes to draw his attention away. It usually doesn’t take more than three.

TK’s screen is a wonder bag. There are the usual Insta posts from old old friends, though TK had deleted a lot of them and set his account to private a long time ago. But in between, there are Reels of lizards walking around in tiny cowboy hats or bathing or sleeping, influencers promoting an eye cream Carlos is sure will be in their bathroom at some point if Owen’s genes have a word in it, there are Tiktok dances and baby elephants, more lizards, condensed articles of The New Yorker. Occasionally, Carlos will hear someone explain how they made it through recovery and what joy it brings them to stick to it over a year, two, a decade. That’s when he will check in with TK after, feeling a bit less helpless as the months go on and he trusts that TK will know when and what to share with him in his own time. Still, TK always gets an extra hug those days and he will hopefully never question them. Carlos needs them just as much; it’s half pride and joy and half compassion. It’s always anything but filled with love.

Every one in a while, he will find TK scroll and then linger on a photo of a shirtless celebrity, like Henry Cavill. By the third or forth time Carlos might react by being extra passionate in bed after, he has figured out that it might not be an accident that TK always does this when Carlos is close by. It’s okay. Carlos doesn't mind reminding TK what real life has to offer.

Whenever Carlos is on his phone, scrolling through design on Pinterest, TK will put his head on his shoulder and drowsily point at one of the pins and say, “This one?” and Carlos will kiss his head and ask, “Where?”

“Hm. Bathroom?”

“I was thinking our bedroom. Over your bedside table?”

“Okay.”

Other times, TK will come up to kiss his neck from behind when Carlos is reading an article to learn about how to take care of shedding bearded dragons, looks into dealing with trauma, on ways to better deescalate situations for his job, or how to communicate feelings better. These are kisses that make the shame of being caught ease up a bit, because they, like his hugs, are TK’s silent way to share pride, compassion and love. These are peeks they don't ever intent to hide from the other.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

That Time You Got Yeeted Into Another World, Mistaken as a God-Sent Gift, and Used as a Prize in an Arena

Yandere Bear-Man Dilf x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, framed for a crime, language barrier, eaten out like it's groceries, biting, scent marking, musk, combat, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 765

(Speed written out of nowhere because I had the idea suddenly, not beta read so please forgive any mistakes. I hope you guys like this ficlet. Also forgive the title, in a game I was playing there was a crossover with "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" and I liked the vibe of the title.)

You were framed for a crime you didn't commit and in your village the punishment for that crime was immediate exile via being shoved down a steep crater in the center of which is a one-way portal to what is thought to be Hell.

What no one on your side of the portal knew was that on the other side was just another world. A world that celebrated with a great holiday anytime a human came through the portal. It was also a world populated entirely, with the exception of humans who crossed over, by human-like beast hybrids.

Driders, lion hybrids, nagas, aqrabuamelu (scorpion-men), harpies, dog people, centaurs, minotaurs, gnolls, and many other races that seemed to be part human. 

They have a connecting portal in their universe, but any who try to go into it are spat back out. The current went only in one direction.

Every few years, a human would be flung forth from the portal, a gift from the gods! But only the worthy can keep such a gift. So whenever a human comes to the realm from the watcher of the portal will ring the bells and all the warriors assemble and a grand tournament is held at the arena. Whoever wins gets to keep the human and gains enough wealth to care for them properly.

Things are no different when you arrive, you are immediately ushered away, examined, and pampered like a prize doll with no agency. Despite your objections. It seems like only the keeper of the portal has any rudimentary undestanding of your language, not that it helped you. He didn't explain much and his speech wasn't that great. Something about... a big game?

You were naturally frightened beyond all reason, seeing all these beast-men, but it didn't seem like you were being harmed. It really wasn't what you thought hell was going to be like. 

On the day of the big tournament, you were dressed in the finest silks, given a tiny crown of silver, and taken to the best seat in the arena. One where everyone could see you. A cushioned throne was provided for you to sit upon. You figured that this must be a ceremony to welcome people from the portal.

You watched as all the combatants sparred. At first you were horrified, but it became evident that people could yield and death was, almost always, avoided. There were combatants of every variety. 

Even from the start the best seemed to be a naga woman named Eeris and a bear-man named Brakwen. As they advanced through the fights they both finally made it to the finals where they'd clash. Eeris favored twin daggers and fangs while Brakwen used claws and brute strength. He had a sword but had not resorted to using it. 

It was a mighty battle but Brakwen the bear-man managed to win. You still did not yet realize you were the prize. Not until you were escorted down to him and were carried bridal style out of the arena with the crowd cheering. Brakwen had won the god's favor!

From close up he looked even more imposing. He seemed to be in his late 30s to early 40s. He mostly looked like a hairy man from far away though up close his massive size, sharp teeth, claws, thick fur covering his arms and quite frankly adorable bear ears, gave him away. He was rugged but admittedly rather handsome. You knew there was nothing you could do so you let him carry you away. 

Despite the language barrier, Brakwen did his best to please his god-given prize. He could tell you feared him. Especially since you tried to run off a few times. But Brakwen didn't get angry. You never even managed to get past the door. Even if you did there were two gates outside the house. You were far too valuable to let wander off. 

Eventually when you had stopped running off, and when his rut demanded he wait no longer, he began acting a bot more aggressove and sexual towards you. 

Though you tried to stop him it ended with him stretching out your hole with his powerful tongue, lubing you up with his copious amounts of drool, and sliding into you with his massive musky cock.

That's what your life was now. Being treated like a fragile precious gem most of the time and then for one week out of every month you were fucked full of hot bear cum in every possible position, bitten possessively, and scent marked by being forced to wear his oversized clothing. 

[violettwrites]

hey bae! i’m lowkey so obsessed with your young trailerpark!daryl as well and i wanted to put in a request for like daryl and reader spending their first night together(if yk what i mean) and merle waking up the next day and teasing them once he notices that reader is still there from the previous night. Don’t care for smut at all, just for the teasing tbh😭 Anyways no pressure and have a nice day🫶🏽

teasings 🏹 young trailerpark!daryl dixon

a/n: nonnie thank u so so so much for this request. as soon as i saw u had sent it in i HAD to write this. if you enjoyed this, please don’t forget to like, reblog, and or comment ! here is my masterlist, and my ask box is open for requests !

this can be a stand alone oneshot, or possibly a part two to this tp!daryl piece

summary: 1988. merle catches daryl & reader in bed together one morning, teasing them relentlessly.

pairing: tp!daryl x tp!reader

warnings: brief smut — 18+, merle being annoying

word count: 765

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the early morning sun was just starting to peek through the cracks in the thin curtains of daryl’s small bedroom, casting soft streaks of light across the room. you stirred under the covers, blinking away sleep as you tried to gather your bearings. you could feel the warmth of daryl beside you, his steady breathing mixing with the sounds of birds outside. for a second, you smiled, remembering the events from last night.

”fuck— daryl!” you gasped, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrusted into you, grunting with each movement of his hips. he had your thighs practically pressed to your chest, the sound of skin slapping together echoing his small bedroom.

“wha’s that, pretty girl?” he murmured as he looked down at you, blue eyes dark with lust as he quickened the movements of his hips, causing you to whine at both the compliment, and the feeling of his cock inside you. you to squeezed your eyes shut, only for him to grab your cheeks with his hand, shaking your head a little. “look a’ me.”

after all those years of growing up together, though all the ups and downs, things had finally fallen into place between you and him.

before you could fully wake up, you heard the door to the trailer barge open, heavy footsteps making their way towards the bedroom, where daryl’s door swung wide open.

“well, well, well, what do we got here?” merle’s voice rang out, loud and obnoxious as ever. “looks like little brother finally got hisself some!”

daryl tensed beside you, a groan coming from his throat as he was rudely awoken by merle, though it was nothing new for him. “shut up, merle,” he grumbled, face scrunched in frustration as he rubbed at his eyes. his voice was hoarse, clearly not in the mood to deal with his brother’s teasing. but merle wasn’t one to let things go.

you sat up, pulling the blanket to cover yourself, giving merle a look that could kill. “get lost, merle. nobody has time for your crap this early in the morning,” you snapped, throwing him a warning glare. merle, of course, didn’t take it seriously.

“aww, c’mon now, sugar. just sayin’ daryl ain’t usually this lucky! gotta give ‘im props,” he said with a shit eating grin, clearly enjoying every second of daryl’s embarassment.

you rolled your eyes, already used to merle’s nonsense. “you really wanna get your ass handed to you before breakfast? ‘cause you’re headed in the right direction.”

merle cackled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “woah now, girlie, don’t get feisty on me. i’m just proud of daryl here. took him long enough to figure it out.”

daryl groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes, trying to hide from the world— or maybe just his older brother. “i swear, merle, if ya don’t leave right now, ‘m gonna knock ya on yer ass.”

merle have one more obnoxious ha!, finally stepping back out of the room. “alright, alright. i’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. just remember, y’all need to lock the damn door next time. don’t nobody wanna see this.” he smirked and pulled the door shut, making his way out of the trailer.

you sat there for a second in silence before looking over at daryl, who was still covering his face. “i’m gonna kill him one day,” he muttered.

you chuckled, leaning over to poke his side. “i’ll help ya,” you giggled, your voice still a little groggy but playful. “but he is right about one thing.” you hated to admit it.

daryl finally pulled his arm away and raised an eyebrow at you, his hair a wild mess. “what?”

you smirked, brushing a hand over his chest. “took you long enough.”

his cheeks flushed slightly, something that made your heart skip every time. even though daryl dixon was tough as nails, around you, he had always been softer. “i didn’t—“ he started to protest, but you leaned in closer, cutting him off with a kiss. it was soft and lingering, enough to make him forget whatever he was going to say.

pulling back, you gave him a teasing grin. “don’t worry. it was worth the wait.” your hand gave him a soft pat on the chest.

daryl huffed, a small smile creeping into his face. “yeah, well, next time we make sure merle ain’t around, aight?”

you laughed softly. "deal."

outside, you could hear merle hollering something to the neighbours, but you didn’t care. in this moment, it was just you and daryl, finally where you both wanted to be.

[misspygmypie]

What's That Brush For?

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Requested: Yes Summary: Lando is fascinated by your morning makeup routine :) Words: 765

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Lando stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with fascination as you meticulously applied your makeup. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow that made the whole process feel even more intimate. The Brit had been standing there for a good five minutes, observing you while you were pulling your hair into a high ponytail, without saying a single word. 

As you had moved on to doing your makeup for the day he just kept watching, mesmerized, as you skillfully blended foundation and brushed on eyeshadow with precise movements.

“Wow,” he said, leaning in closer, his voice tinged with awe. “I never realized how much goes into this. What’s that brush for?”

You watched as he picked up the little tool and looked at it wide-eyed, bopping its soft bristles with his index finger before bringing it up to his eyes and inspecting it closely.

You glanced up to your boyfriend. “This is a blending brush. It helps smooth out the eyeshadow so there are no harsh lines in between the colors.”

Lando nodded, clearly enthralled by the whole situation. “Can I try? I mean, I probably won’t get it right, but it looks like fun.”

You smiled at him, amused by his enthusiasm. “Sure, give it a go. Just be gentle and please don’t poke my eye out, I kind of still need it.”

“Shut up, you muppet, as if I was that clumsy…” he gave you a sour look and you chuckled, remembering some moments he definitely had been that clumsy.

As he carefully tried his hand at blending the different powders on your eyelid he asked, “Does it always take this long? I feel like I’m messing it up.”

“Practice makes perfect,” you reassured him, watching as his concentration intensified, his tongue now poking out of his mouth making him way more adorable than should be allowed. “It takes time to get the hang of it. And don’t worry, you’re doing fine,” you ensured him after a quick glance into the mirror.

He looked at the result and grinned, a mixture of pride and humor in his expression. “This is really cool. I had no idea it was such an art form. How did you learn all this?”

You laughed softly, appreciating his genuine interest which is something you never would have expected. But then again, this was Lando and he always was full of surprises. “A lot of trial and error, plus some tutorials online. It’s like anything else, practice and patience.”

Lando’s eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. “Maybe I should start learning more. Who knows, I might end up being a makeup artist on the side.”

You chuckled at the boy next to you. “You never know. It could be a fun skill to have. But don’t quit your day job just yet.”

He grinned, returning to his spot by the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning against the frame. “Fair enough. But if you ever need an assistant, I’m your guy,” Lando announced proudly, pointing at himself with his two thumbs.

“Thanks, Lan. I might just take you up on that offer someday. You know,” you said, applying a bit of highlighter with a deft hand, “makeup can be a lot like racing in a way. It’s all about precision, timing, and a bit of creativity.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? I never thought of it that way.”

“Yeah,” you explained, smiling as you looked at him. “Just like in racing, you need to have good technique and an eye for detail. And there’s always room to experiment and improve.”

He nodded thoughtfully, clearly processing the comparison. “I guess it makes sense. And I suppose the same principles apply, practice makes perfect.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And it’s all about having fun with it, too.”

Lando’s grin widened. “Well, I definitely had fun. Thanks for letting me try it out. Maybe next time we can swap skills, I'll give you a few racing tips if you show me more about makeup.”

“Deal,” you said, laughing. “Looking forward to it. But how about a cup of coffee first?”

“That can be arranged,” Lando smiled and gave you a quick kiss before he headed out into the direction of the kitchen. 

As the door clicked shut behind him, you tidied up the bathroom counter, feeling a small bit of excitement about what had just happened. It was one of those small moments that made you appreciate Lando just that much more and perhaps you soon would learn something new about his world too!

[chiacanwritesometimes]

shopping headcanons!

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ship: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 765

authors note: light hearted hc’s since ive been writing a lot of hurt/comfort. next fic is gonna be a little painful, so im giving a fluff offering before that! this one was really fun to write :) no warnings!! this was inspired by my recent shopping trip lolol, enjoy!

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shopping with bucky wasn’t easy. the few times you convinced him to go with you, he stayed a little grumpy throughout the trip. he mostly went to keep you safe, to watch you while you were in the zone. the times he didn’t go, he constantly checked your location, similar to a worried mother. when you came home, he would pepper kisses around you, exhaling in relief that you came home safely.

when shopping for groceries, he spent most of the time scoffing at the prices. almost as if on command, he would say, “back in my day, milk was a quarter”, or something of that nature. that always made you giggle and roll your eyes, so he was glad that his annoyance with inflation made you smile. he would try to buy 10 pounds of beef behind your back, but when you caught him, you both negotiated a reasonable amount to keep.

he would often visit the fruit section, and see if plums were in season. if plums weren’t there, his second option were mangoes, and if those weren’t there he would get oranges. despite how much he complained about going to the store, he enjoyed seeing you concentrated on the products, and making a calculated choice. he also enjoyed seeing other people, wondering why they were there. he would assign them backstories, for example: a nervous teenage boy in the flower section was about to go on his first date, an older woman with a warm appearance was buying ingredients to make brownies for her grandchildren, etc. it brought him some feeling of comfort, as if he was just another civilian with no other care. that, of course, wasn’t the case, but he liked to imagine it anyway.

when shopping for gifts, he would always suggest a candle, because that was the first thing you gifted him. he liked watching the little flame flicker, and was mesmerized by the comforting smell. he would ask you to buy a candle for him every time you went out the store, with an excuse that he ran out of his last one. he kept a secret collection underneath the bed, thinking you didn’t know. of course you knew, but you went along anyway, to please him. he was always excited to see what new smell you brought him this time, and kept certain smells in specific places. fruity for the bathroom, spice for the living room, citrus for the kitchen, eucalyptus and fresh linen for the laundry room. he had a whole system, and would change candles out for holidays. you enjoyed seeing him passionate about something, plus it made your house always smell good, so you never complained.

when shopping for household items, he suggested to buy in bulk, so as to make fewer trips overall. you agreed, but you both had different ideas as to what “in bulk” was. for you, it was buying a reasonable amount of toilet paper to last six months. for him, it was buying enough to last five years. you managed to compromise and land for 18 months, but you were always embarrassed checking out, because the cashier always had an amused look when seeing the amount of toiler paper in your shopping cart.

when checking out, you always paid in joint. he would pay half, and as would you, unless there were special circumstances. after paying his half, he would excuse himself, saying he needed to go to the bathroom or something. he then would run to the flower section of the store, grab a bouquet that you were eyeing, and pay through self checkout. by the time he finished paying, so did you, and he met up with you, bouquet in hand. despite how many times you told him not to spend money on those sorts of things, you always had the biggest smile on your face, so he never listened to you.

when unloading the shopping bags into the car, he would hand you a few bags, and escort you to the passenger seat. he didn’t want you doing a lot of work, plus he liked being the one to organize what goes where.

after arriving to your home, you would take a few bags and unlock the front door, returning to grab more bags. you’d always see him with all of the bags in his metal hand, and the other hand closing the trunk. he would smile sheepishly and hand you two bags from the bunch.

shopping with bucky wasn’t easy, but it certainly was entertaining.

[itsmelodramasblog]

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━━━━ joost klein x f! reader

( social media ) ; fluff ; reader is bambie thug management ; everything is fictional ; everyone here is such a babygirls.

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[ryleektv]

Sleepless Nights

Lorenzo Berkshire x f!reader

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, more smut, even more smut, no plot, language, oral (f!receiving), not proofread!! SUMMARY: waking up bf!enzo to help you "relax"

WC: 765

"Enzo," You murmured, pressing small kisses to his neck with a smile. "Enzo, wake up, sleeping beauty."

He groaned groggily and fluttered his eyes open for a moment, blinking for a moment as you pressed a kiss to his lips before kissing you back slowly. "Time s'it?"

"I don't know. Early." You whispered, yelping in surprise as he pulled you down on top of him. 

"You're a demon, you know. Waking me up at God knows what time, for this." 

"You told me to wake you up," You smirked as he slowly turned you both around and propped himself up over you, his eyes fluttering back closed for a quick second before kissing you forehead. "If you're too tired we really don't have to. I just thought-"

"Shh." He hushed you, running the pad of his thumb along the cut of your cheek with a tired smile. "I'm never too tired for you, 'promise. I'm glad you woke me up."

You cupped his face in your hands with a small sigh. "I'm not over how attractive you are. It's to a disgusting extent."

"You'll never let me forget." He yawned, drowsily brushing his hand through his soft brown hair to push it out of his eyes. "Thought you fell asleep before me."

"I did, then I woke up. Couldn't fall back asleep."

"Mhm," He hummed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before trailing more sloppy kisses down your neck and moving up your (his) shirt to press more kisses along your stomach as he propped himself and your legs up.

"What's keeping you up?" His voice was soft, loving, quiet. Lorenzo's hands held your hips for a moment with a small admiring smile before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and gently pulling them down.

You lifted your hips a bit before resting back down as he slipped the fabric off of you and discarded it somewhere you didn't see.

"I don't know," You shrugged, your heart beating faster as he slowly let his middle finger drag through the pooling wetness between your legs. You let out a satisfied hum and watched him prop your thighs over his shoulders. "Just stress, maybe."

"Why're you stressed, darling?" He breathed out, sucking small marks to your inner thighs contently before pressing a kiss to your clit, smiling at the soft whine escaping your lips.

"Fuck," You whispered. "Don't know, Enzo."

"Well," Lorenzo murmured, eyes locked with yours as his lips pulled up into a small smirk. "I'm sure I know a way or two to help take your mind off of things."

"If I remember correctly, you know a lot more- shit, Enzo!" You let out a gasping moan, fingers threading through his silky brown hair and holding onto him like a lifeline as he promptly buried his face between your legs, cutting off your sarcastic (and true) remark as every lick merged with the next.

Enzo was great with his hands, but an expert with his mouth. He sucked and licked at heavenly paces, switching between slow and gentle before going right to pushing you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible, then just to drag it out for the fun of it.

"Taste so good, darling," He groaned into your core, holding one of your thighs against his shoulder to stop you from squirming. The vibrations of his words only heightened it all, one of your hands tugging rougher at his hair with the other sunk a deadly grip in the sheets beneath you.

He worked harder, if possible, at the feel of your fingers in his hair, his tongue circling your clit before he sucked in pulses.

Between Enzo's clear expertise and your previous mood, you were already close, already right there, practically begging for that one push, to tip you over into pure ecstasy.

"C'mon, love," He looked up at you through his shading eyelashes, his dark eyes sparkling with desire as he brought two fingers to your entrance and pushed them in, quickly curling up.

Your back arched as you moaned his name, thighs wrapping tighter and head tipping back onto the pillows. "Enzo, Enzo- oh, fuck,"

Without warning you came hard, lips parted as you panted for air, pleasure coursing through your body as hot flashed all over.

Enzo's gentle touch was quick to ground you, his smile meeting you as he rested his head on your thigh, his hands loosely holding your hips.

"Still stressed?"

"Not nearly as much," You sighed contently as he stood up to get a small towel and clean up the mess you two had made.

He laughed from the bathroom. "Feel free to wake me up anytime,"

omg guess who just fucking got back from grippy socks vacation!!!!! meeeeeee

im good tho in all seriousness

anywayssss

hope you liked it pookies

and please for the love of everything send in some requests!!!

[moonydoodlez]

ok the art you sent me has me spiraling but imagine getting it on with alastor maybe hes a little pissy or whatever so he’s extremely in the mood to bite EVERYWHERE and i think we all know its not weak little bites its hard bites especially if hes in a bad mood and definitely hard enough to draw blood and then be starts swiping that blood up with his finger coating them with your blood and drawing little smiles (especially smiles its literally alastor) and hearts all over especially on the readers face

My Painting

Pairing: Alastor x F!reader

Warnings: Alastor being horny and lowkey a vampire, accidental housewife kink oops, if you hate blood dont read this

Word count: 765

There wasn't much light shining through the windows anymore as you sat on the counter waiting for Alastor. You took in the smell of the home baked muffins in the oven as you looked out the window as the sun set. The front door slammed shut making you jump off the counter and you waited patiently for him to notice you standing there. He finally walked into the spot where a little bit of light shined on him. You took in his disheveled clothes with rips and the light traces of blood across his whole body.

“Well how was your day?” You joked as you looked him up and down turning on the overhead light so you could get a better look at him.

He rolled his eyes, muttering to himself. Something about some evil tv man and how he wants to kill him so badly. You stared at him with a soft smile as he continued muttering to himself. He looked like a child who was told no for the first time as he began pacing around.

“Hon” You say, getting his attention as he finally took you in. An apron hugged your waist as you wore a white baby tee that stuck to every curve of your body and jean shorts. He smirked, taking long strides toward you.

He pushed you against the kitchen counter as he stared down at you like you were his prey. His hands slowly wrapped around yours as he pinned them behind your back leaning down to gently bite your earlobe.

“God look at my little housewife” His staticy voice said, breaking the silence that had previously been there. His hands let go of your wrists but instead he set a firm grip on your hips. “I didn't even know you had this,” He said, pulling at the strings that tied the apron behind your back. It slowly fell as your tight clothes were now on full display for him.

“Well usually i'm done cooking by the time you come home my love” You say as you move your hands to the belt loops on his pants moving him flush against your body. “But maybe I should wear it more often” You smirk, staring up at him. 

His eyes darkened as he brought his mouth down to your neck. It started out slow and sensual. His lips moving slowly nipping softly as he moved down your neck to your chest. The more you whimpered and withered under his touch he not only sped up but he began to bite harder. Finally as he reached your neck again he bit down hard. You moaned loudly bucking your hips into his as he bit down like a starved man

“Alastor jesus” You whimper as he backs away smiling watching the blood run down your neck. Instead of cleaning it up he bit down again on the other side of your neck. Blood began to spill down as you winced at the pain. You could feel it dripping down, you couldn’t tell if you were grossed out or incredibly turned on. Maybe both. 

The blood had finally reached your white shirt. “Oh no, my little housewife is a little dirty” He said sarcastically as he ripped it off your body leaving your top half naked as he stared intently as the blood spilled down your chest.

His hands reached up grabbing your boobs as the blood smeared across his hand and your chest. You could tell he had an idea as a sinister smile formed across his lips. He began to trace his name in your blood and many other vulgar words across your neck and chest as he continued biting to make more paint for his beautiful painting.

He soaked his fingers in the blood and made little smiley faces across your chest. You giggled as he drew little pictures in your blood. “I'm running out of blood” He pouted. 

Before you could even react to his words he was biting deeply into your skin causing you to yelp in pain. That was definitely leaving a scar or some sort of mark. Instead of light dribbles of blood it gushed out as he grabbed more blood and began to paint small hearts on your face. He looked you in the eyes as he licked one long strip across his whole hand, your blood now dripping down his chin as he sucked the blood off his fingers. 

“My beautiful little painting” He says before leaning in kissing you hard. The taste of his spit and your blood lingering in your mouth.

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Birthday

Sirius Black x fem!reader

microfic - 765 words

cw: fluff, established relationship

Growing up, you loved your birthday. A day where you got cake and presents and just about anything you wanted. It was all about you. As you grew up, your want for material things dwindled, as did you liking for being the center of attention. Sure, you still liked cake but it wasn’t your favorite dessert. Not that anyone at Hogwarts would bug the house elves for a birthday cake. It wasn’t like you hated your birthday, it just wasn’t special. Whatever magic faults sprinkled on the day had faded and now it was just another day, except with more cards from extended family.

Being that the day wasn’t special to you, you didn’t mention it to your friends. It was a don’t ask, don’t tell kind of situation. You think Pandora knows your zodiac. She had demanded to know it when you first met. So she has an inkling that it’s around now, but she doesn't know the exact date. And that’s how you like it. It comes and goes without anyone knowing. 

“Hey sweet thing,” Sirius says, climbing to sit on the armrest of the bench you’re sitting at. “How was Divination?”

“Boring. Talked about how zodiac signs influence people.”

“Huh. Compatibility come up?” he asks. He leans forward to whisper, “Do the stars say we’re compatible? I’m a scorpio and you are…”

You shake your head with a smile. “I think we cover compatibility later.”

“But what are you?”

“A witch with the poor choice of Divination for an elective.”

“Well, yes,” he says. “But when’s your birthday? I figure it’s something I should know as your boyfriend. Seems like the boyfriend type thing to know.”

You hum and pat your chin with your fingers, as if in deep thought.

“I… don’t have one.” You sound hesitant. It’s not that you don’t want Sirius to know when your birthday is, but you don’t want him to go overboard with gifts and doting on you. His tendencies to go all out were enough for you to withhold the information. 

Sirius lets out a haughty laugh. “Darling, everyone has a birthday.”

You hum again. “I’m one of those special people without one.”

You give him a sickly sweet smile, which he responds to with a pout.

“My girlfriend won’t tell me her birthday. That cuts deep, love. Right here,” he says, pointing at his heart. “Why you not telling me? What are you hiding?”

You shrug. “Nothing. It’s not a special day for me. So why bother?”

“Mine wasn’t special until I came to Hogwarts. Perhaps you just need to know how to celebrate it properly!” 

He stands up, as if ready to plan you a birthday party at that moment, despite not knowing when it is. You see his eyes flicker with a wicked glint. You know that if he had his way, whatever he was planning in his head would be the most outrageous rager Gryffindor Tower has ever seen. You reach out and place a gentle hand on his arm, bringing his attention back to you.

“My birthday was celebrated just fine, my love. My childhood wasn’t… like yours.” His face tightens briefly. “I got presents and cake and everything. I just don’t want that.”

He bites his lip as his face twists to the side. His eyes bore into your face, studying your expression carefully.

“You… don’t want that.” His words come out slowly as he processes. 

“And I know you love celebrating and throwing parties. I don’t want that. Not for my birthday.” 

He nods and sits next to you. He’s quiet for a moment before he leans back and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“What if we did a dinner or a muggle movie night? Something just the two of us. No gifts, nothing flashy. Just good ol’ quality time with your dear loverboy?” 

You snort a laugh. “Loverboy?”

“That’s me,” he says before smashing his lips into your cheek for loud sloppy kisses that make you giggle.

“Sirius!”

“When’s your birthday?” he asks, face still smushed against yours.

You sigh and mumbled your birthday. He pulls back, looking offended. 

“Last week?” he gasps loudly. “Your birthday was last week? I MISSED IT?”

“Yes,” you say shortly, but you’re smiling widely.

“I can’t believe you! The anniversary of the moment you arrived on this earth, the most holy day that we were blessed with your presence, passed and you told no one?”

“That could be correct, Sirius.”

“Well, clear your schedule for this weekend, love. I have a birthday to make up.”

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"Uncle" Frankie

Summary: Ever since the first time you had ended up in his bed almost five years ago, when you came back from college, you craved it. How he touched you. How he could make you tremble with only a brush of his fingers. How downright scandalous it would be if it would come out that he was fucking his best friends step-daughter. 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 765 words

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (oral m receiving), semi public sex, secret sex, kind of forbidden sex, age gap (around twenty years, reader is implied to be in her mid twenties), cum play, kissing, dirty talk

A/N: I had to write this down real quick. This is an unedited brain rot. Enjoy?! lol

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„Can you help Uncle Frankie bring ice up from downstairs?“ Was the question that brought you into this situation. 

With „Uncle“ Frankie towering over you as you knelt in front of him with your tits out, his cock in your mouth.

„Wider,“ he rasped, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, smirking when you obeyed, your mouth opening for him. 

„Such a good fucking girl for me,“ he hummed, slowly slipping his cock into you mouth and then down your throat, making you choke, tears running down your face, but you loved it.

Craved it really. 

Ever since the first time you had ended up in his bed almost five years ago, when you came back from college, you craved it. How he touched you. How he could make you tremble with only a brush of his fingers. How fucking good it felt when he came inside of you.

How downright scandalous it would be if it would come out that he was fucking his best friends step-daughter. Yeah he was twenty years older than you. And even though you grew up calling him Uncle Frankie, you were already six when you met him for the first time, that did not stop you from continuing this…. Arrangement.

It was like a switch flipped when you came home and found Frankie was not only finished with the military, but a freshly divorced single dad. Sure you had been crushing on him a little growing up, but that was nothing compared to whatever was going on now. 

His hands were framing your face, keeping you still, fucking his cock into your mouth slowly, smirking at the noises you made for him. 

„Had me so hard the moment I saw you. Fucking knew you’d wear a little slutty dress for me,“ he hissed and you tried to grin around his cock.

„Think we have time to wreck your little pussy before they notice we’re still gone?“ He asked. You pulled back from him, your hand wrapping around his cock, slowly pumping his length.

„Want you to cum on my face and tits. And maybe you’ll find a way to fuck me later,“ you hummed. You spit on his cock, before you gave the tip a kiss, grinning when you put him back into your mouth, now sucking him with the intention of getting him off as soon as possible. 

You could hear the party going on upstairs, the whole neighbourhood being guest in your childhood home at your mothers annual halloween party. 

„Shit,“ he moaned, his head falling back. You hummed around him bobbing your head to take him deeper. One of his hands came down to play with your tits, groping them, pulling at your nipples.

It was when you began to play with his balls, your head still bobbing that he moaned a little too loudly, one of his hands coming up, his fist against his mouth to shut himself up. 

„Gonna fucking cum,“ he warned and you grabbed his cock, pulling off of him, jerking him off.

„Push your tits together,“ he said and you did, Frankie taking over, jerking himself off as you pushed your tits together for him, grinning when you felt the first spurts of his cum on your skin, Frankie’s lips parted in a silent moan, his eyes fixed on you on your knees in front of him, his cum dripping down your chest. You leaned in before he was finished, sucking the tip back into your mouth, feeling him jerk, moaning as you tasted his cum on your tongue. 

He took a small step back when he was finished, out of breath, still taking you in. 

„You’re… You’re unbelievable,“ he said with a huffed laugh and you grinned. 

„You love it,“ you winked, licking you lips. 

He helped you up before he leaned down, his tongue gathering some of his cum from your tits, licking a line up over your throat until he put his tongue into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, both of you moaning against each others lips.

„Time to get that ice,“ you mumbled against his lips. 

„Yeah,“ he hummed, before he helped you clean up. 

It was nearing 2 am and you were about to order an uber, when you heard your mother behind you. 

„Frankie offered to take you home. I would feel better if I knew you got home safe,“ she said as she hugged you. You caught Frankie’s eyes behind her shoulder as he winked at you. 

„Then I guess I am going home with Frankie,“ you said with a grin.

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Troubleshooting

Nathan Bateman x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 23: Begging

Summary: Nathan can't say no to a challenge.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry).

Warnings: reader who has trouble orgasming by just penetration alone, p in v sex, cream pie, pet names, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 765

“Nathan please,” you gasp, grabbing hold of the edge of his desk desperately as he pounds into you from behind.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I got you.” He mutters, his voice gravely with the strain of holding back. He grasps your waist, keeping you still as he thrusts inside. 

You whine, tears in your eyes from being on the edge for so long. Part of you wishes you hadn’t told Nathan that you couldn’t come by penetration alone, but you didn’t realise quite how much of a personal challenge he would take it as. More fool you.

It feels so good, which is most of the problem. It makes pleasure spike and burn, but it never quite crests, never lets you get completely there.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, you know that?” He growls, spreading his feet wider apart to change the angle. 

If you were a little more coherent you’d throw a sarcastic comment back at him, but the time for frontal lobe thinking was long past. 

“Please!” The sob breaks in your voice. It was bordering on painful how much you needed it, how desperate you were to come. 

Your slick dripped down your thighs, the slap of skin echoing loudly with every thrust. 

“You can do it, baby,” he moans deep in his throat, “I know you can, I know you can come.” 

“I can’t,” you tense, your muscles aching from tightrope walking you along the precipice. 

“You can, you can,” he groans, the sound vibrating through you. “I believe in you.” 

It would almost be sweet if you didn’t want to cry. Pleasure twisted along your nerves, pulling them tight but refusing to snap. Sweat dripped down your back, as he moved, trying a different angle, different speed. He’d been trying for what felt like forever. Unable to stop troubleshooting until the problem was fixed. 

You gasp, as he thrusts shallowly, tensing, your blood buzzing as he hits the same spot in quick, rapid succession. 

“Nathan!” 

“There you are, there you are,” he mutters, part of you wants to hit the smug grin off his face that you just know is plastered to it. “Little more.” 

It’s good, mind-numbingly good, but it’s just not going to get you there. Your clit throbs, yearning for the smallest touch to send you over the edge. 

You sob, your arms weakening. Your left gives out for a second, buckling and you yelp before Nathan grabs you, keeping you from falling and smacking your head on the corner of his desk. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he pulls you close to his chest, kissing your neck greedily as he grinds his hips, keeping his cock deep inside. 

His beard scrapes along your skin and you moan, gasping for air. You couldn’t do this, this was too much, you needed to tap out, to-

He squeezes your left breast in his hand while his other runs down your stomach, his fingers rubbing your clit once and then you scream. 

Your orgasm hits you so hard, tensing every muscle as you convulse and cry out. Pleasure spikes up your spine, cutting under your skin and making your eyes roll back. You gasp out his name, practically vibrating and pulsing along him as your body finally collapses into pure bliss. 

Nathan groans, growling as your walls squeeze and milk him harder than he can ever remember. He shutters, barely managing to thrust one more before he comes deep inside, filling you to the brim. 

He holds you close, slumping back into his desk chair and taking you with him. 

You let out a little huff of air as you land. 

Nathan nuzzles your neck, sucking lightly and whispering sweet words. 

“So much for, ‘you can get anyone to come on your cock alone.’” You mumble, but there’s no heat in your words, too blissed out. 

He chuckles. “Guess you’re a problem I’m going to keep having to try to solve.” He holds you tight, rubbing your arms soothingly. “You okay?” 

You nod. 

He kisses your cheek. “Sorry I couldn’t keep going,” he mutters, “you just sound and feel too good for me to not indulge you.” 

You glance over your shoulder at him, pulling a face. “Indulge me?” 

He grins, “oh yeah,” and slips his hand down between your legs, he brushes his fingers over your clit and you jump, wriggling and moaning softly. “I don’t think I showed here enough attention, did I?” 

“Nathan,” you try to say warningly, but it comes out wanton. 

His grin widens, “I know you got one more in you.” 

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Blown Away (S.R.)

Summary: Virgin!Spencer gets an enthusiastic thank you from his partner. Request: giving Spencer his very first bj and he makes the most lovely noises Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+)  Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, no plot Word Count: 765

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Spencer doesn’t know how, but he didn’t expect this.

You hadn’t exactly been shy about your interest in exploring new forms of intimacy, but it isn’t until his pants are down and you’re on your knees that he realizes what you’d meant when you said you wanted to thank him.

He’s not going to complain, though. Especially not when your hands feel so soft as they smooth over his thighs. The ambient air in the room almost felt cold compared to your hot breath puffing through his boxers.

Spencer surprises himself with the sound of his voice, broken and pitchy as he gasps, “Please.”

He’s not even sure what he’s asking for, but you know.

And you’re more than happy to give it to him.

You take your time as you work at removing the last piece of clothing between you and your goal. Each inch of progression elicits a breathy sound from the boy wonder seated in front of you.

He’s got a white-knuckled grip on the couch that still seems tenuous—like he’s just waiting for permission to abandon the pleather to hold you, instead.

You don’t say anything, though. Your mouth is a little busy pressing not-so-innocent kisses along his inner thigh.

Spencer can’t wait for permission, it seems. As soon as you release a shaky exhale against heated skin, his hands shoot forward and tangle in your hair.

With a wicked simper, you come closer so that your lips brush against the sensitive tip when you speak.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

Spencer, with his eyes wound tightly shut, still manages to nod.

“Yes,” he whines, “yes, it feels so…”

His thought is interrupted by the feeling of your tongue running up the length of him.

“Fuck!” he squeaks, his voice crackling and falling while his hips begin bucking forward.

You still them with sharp nails dug into his hip. The sharp contrast of pleasure and pain makes his whole body shudder.

The twisted side of you wonders if you can manage to make him finish without ever even putting him in your mouth, but the merciful side urges you not to try.

After all, he had been a good boy, and he deserves a reward.

That’s why you don’t prolong his suffering any longer. Instead, you slide your mouth over his cock and revel in the response. The soft sound of muffled whimpers as he bites hard on his lip, the desperate gasps for air, the creaking of the couch as he squirms in place.

“Oh, God,” he cries when your tongue makes gentle motions along sculpted veins. “Fuck.”

The words, however vulgar, sound so sweet when he says them. They motivate you to continue. With each upward motion, you feel him try to follow you. His hands clumsily try to hold you down while what’s left of his brain knows it’s counterproductive.

He is just so lost; lost in you and the comfort you provide. He is drowning in the warm wetness of a devilish tongue that dips to gather the droplet that forms at the tip.

“I-I can’t,” he huffs as his stomach begins to tense in waves.

But oh, you know he can.

“I can’t—I’m so close,” he admits begrudgingly.

You can tell he doesn’t want it to end because as soon as he opens his eyes to see the way you’re managing to smile with your mouth full of him, he shuts them again.

“Fuck!” he shouts while he tugs at your hair, “I-I’m gonna…!”

He expects you to accept his invitation to pull away.

He definitely doesn’t expect you to take him in even further.

His eyes shoot open when your lips manage to touch the base of him. The most indulgent, sinful kind of kiss where he can feel your throat clutch at him like your own debauched beg.

Spencer manages to keep his eyes open, to watch as choke yourself for his pleasure.

The end comes, too quickly, so beautifully. Each wave of pleasure pulses against your tongue and warms your throat. For a moment, you accept his offering instead of air your lungs desperately crave.

With a similarly sudden action, he pulls you clean off him with a final whimper.

As you collect your bearings and your breath, Spencer continues to stare at you with his pants down and pure wonder in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he says while struggling to catch his breath.

“No,” you laugh, “Thank you!”

An exhausted laugh sputters from his lips while he wonders what he could have done to ever deserve you.

He’s not going to complain, though.

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“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”  + "Behave." with stevie 😌

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“Behave.” 

The word is muttered quietly from behind you, only loud enough for you to hear. You can’t see Steve’s face, but you can picture it; jaw clenched, brows furrowed, a light pink blooming on his cheeks. You’re not even really trying to tease, but you’re not not trying, and you know the way you’re pressing against him is riling him up. And okay, maybe the holiday party for Steve’s new company isn’t the best place to tease him, but it’s hard not to. 

It’s hard not to when he looks this good in his cable knit sweater and glasses, hair a bit messy from the hat he’d been wearing, scarf draped around his shoulders. He’s perfect. Perfect husband material, which is just your luck, considering you’ve got a new, shiny ring on your finger. 

You hum softly in acknowledgment, but lean back again anyway, your ass pressing into the crotch of his pants. One more slight movement against him, and that’s all it takes for him to curl an arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper, “Bathroom. Now.”

Excusing yourself, you quickly make your way to the nearest bathroom, which, luckily, is single use. You slip inside and lock the door, waiting for Steve. Hopefully you won’t have to wait all that long, but you’re not sure how pissed Steve is, and that will totally make a difference. 

After a few minutes of pacing back and forth in the small space, thighs clenching at the thought of what he might do, there’s a knock at the door. You pause, unsure if it’s really Steve, but when you hear, “You okay, honey?” muffled through the door, you know it’s him. You rush to unlock it and crack the door just a bit, but it’s enough for Steve to slip through. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he huffs, locking the door behind him and surging towards you. His hands cup your jaw, and he’s kissing you like it’s his last chance. 

You gasp into his mouth, fingers twisting into the soft fabric of his sweater as he pushes you back towards the counter, lips never leaving yours. His hands are warm on your hips, even through the layers of fabric you have on. He pulls back after a moment to take a breath, lips pink and shiny, and squeezes your sides roughly, “Up.”

He helps you up onto the counter, and slots himself between your thighs. The tights you’re wearing catch on a snag in the counter and rip, a run going up the side of your leg that has you pouting, pulling away from Steve’s kiss, “Oh… my tights.”

“Ya don’t need ‘em anyway,” he mumbles against the curve of your jaw, warm hands pushing up and under your skirt. His fingertips press into the rip, and before you can stop him, he pulls quickly, effectively tearing your tights in two. 

You gasp, eyes darting up to Steve’s, “Steve! What—“

“I’ll buy you new ones, promise,” he says softly as his fingers travel up your thigh towards your underwear after discarding the ripped fabric of your tights. 

His touch is enough to distract you, warm against the soft skin of your thighs. They travel in, and your legs spread further apart, revealing your panties, a spot in the center wet with slick. Steve hums, a pleased sound, and you squirm under his gaze. He’s so fucking hot tonight, you can barely stand it. 

Two fingers press against the wet spot growing on your panties, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, the beginnings of a smirk. “Fuck, baby. Y’so wet, soaking through your panties, huh? All this just for me? Do I really turn you on that much?”

You moan at that, partially at the way he’s touching you with the barest amount of pressure, but also at his words, the tone of his voice. Shivering, you try to move in closer, hips rolling against Steve’s hand. Your fingers curl over the edge of the counter as Steve pulls your panties aside and slips two fingers into you. It’s bliss. It’s torture. You need more. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, trying to find the words to answer Steve, knowing he’ll probably stop if you don’t, “Y-you don’t even fucking know, Stevie. So hot, and all— all mine.”

It must be the right answer, because Steve grins, pressing a kiss to your jaw. And before you can say anything else, his fingers push deep and then curl, barely brushing the spot that will make you see stars, making you keen, “That’s my girl.”

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━━ ❪ . . . description : charles has been liking an anonymous girl's pictures on insta for a while now, but with no face and just guitar pics to go by, fans are more than intrigued to figure out who his mystery guitar girl is ; ❫

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user face reveal 😁 ? no ? a girl can dream...

user how do I explain to people that ur my gf yet I don't know how you look ?

user this is the 67th post charles leclerc has liked... yes, I'm counting.

user ...what if...no...but ?

user I would let go of my parasocial relationship with charles for that duo.

⤿ user TOO REAL OMG.

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[ caption 1: thx to my baby for the bday gift ! a girl can never have too many guitars on her rack ;) ; caption 2: red is best ofc ❤ ]

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[ caption 2: now which one should I bring along ? 🤔 ]

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user now just wait a damn minute... is that who I think it might be ?

user NO FUCKING WAY-

user thatguitargirl ???

user and you all called me crazy – this HAS to be thatguitargirl girl.

user if this is the person that steps out onto stage tomorrow I'm going to throw myself on that stage and snatch her up.

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thatguitargirl what a week !!! thank you sm coachella for having me and making my rockstar dreams come true, but a bigger thank you to all the people that cheered for me – and for all the notes you threw on stage with the most sweetest words written on them 🥺. ofc, thank you to my beautiful charlie for being there for me, every step of the way leading up go this moment ❤ - yn ln xoxo.

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user YOU. ARE. SO. BEAUTIFUL.

user guitarist and a face card that will never decline ? only w's for this girl.

user the way i entered heaven hearing you live.

charles_leclerc here for you always, mon amour 😘

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arthur_leclerc dude, that french rock song you did was wild, your french has improved IMMENSELY

⤿ thatguitargirl well, I did have a great teacher 🙃

⤿ arthur_leclerc I know, i know, thank me later with waffles 😊

⤿ charles_leclerc she's not even referring to you, you idiot.

⤿ arthur_leclerc sure she is ! I taught her some french too charles.

⤿ charles_leclerc yeah, all the swear words.

⤿ arthur_leclerc hey, those are VERY important.

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user from this relationship alone my lifespan has increased by a decade.

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charles_leclerc so proud of ma fille à la guitare 😍

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user this couple>>>

user ya'll...now that I think about it, I've seen this girl at races 😭 ! she always sat in the stands tho, with friends, but she ALWAYS wore a ferrari hat (no.16) – she's been under our noses this whole time !!!

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landonorris alright, who wants to be ma fille blah blah whatever he said ? applications are open.

⤿ oscarpiastri brb gonna go learn guitar real quick.

⤿ thatguitargirl don't you have a gf ? 😭

⤿ oscarpiastri shhhhh yn 🤫

user landscar and charyn in one post ? I am being spoiled today.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Countdown

@wolfstarmicrofic December 31, word count 765

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Remus woke early, feeling oddly warm in his usually cold bed. He felt stiff, as if he hadn’t been able to move much during the night. He looked down and saw a mass of black, curly hair draped across his chest along with the rest of Sirius. 

He couldn’t quite believe he’d let this complete stranger wriggle his way into his bed in so little time and not even for sex and, even more unbelievably, Remus didn’t care. 

He turned his head to look at the time, watching the second's countdown until his alarm went off. He still had a few minutes before he needed to start getting up. 

Remus bit his bottom lip as he tentatively moved his hand from where it was wrapped around Sirius’s waist and began tracing patterns onto his bare back. His skin was silky smooth and the image of Remus licking every inch of it shot into his mind. He felt himself grow beneath the sheets and winced when Sirius began to stir. 

“Hmmmm, someone's happy to see me,” He grinned sleepily, his hip bumping into Remus as he shuffled to see Remus’s face better. 

“I need to go to work in a bit,” Remus said, ignoring Sirius’s words. 

“Oh, okay, I’ll get up and leave you to it,” Sirius’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You don’t have to go right away,” Remus blurted out quickly, his arm automatically wrapping back around Sirius’s waist. “Sorry, erm, I thought I could make you breakfast.” He felt the back of his neck heat and knew his ears would be burning red. This was confirmed when Sirius’s eyes flicked to the side of his head and he bit down on his lower lip to keep his face straight. 

“I’d love that if you’re sure,” Sirius smiled sweetly at him, lying back down, nuzzling Remus’s chest until he got comfortable.

Remus was a bit stunned again. This felt so easy, so right, but he didn’t even know this man. Sooner than he thought, his alarm began blaring. “Oh my god, Remus, is that the Ducktales theme?” Sirius jumped up excitedly. 

“Yeah,” Remus admitted sheepishly. “I had a clock when I was little that sang it when the alarm went off, and it’s the only thing that wakes me up.”

“That is adorable,” Sirius leant over and pressed a quick kiss to Remus’s cheek and skipped out of sight, presumably to get dressed.

“So all I have is cereal,” He told Sirius as he got two bowls out of the cupboards and rinsed out the mugs they’d used last night and made more tea. 

“Cereal's great, I don’t usually get it at home,” Remus felt a twang inside his chest. He didn’t know a thing about this man. He’d have to rectify that once Sirius was gone. 

“Choc-y hoops, alright?” He asked as he poured a healthy portion into his own bowl. Sirius’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically. He looked like a little kid getting sugary cereal as a treat. Remus poured on some milk and slid the bowl across the counter to him. Sirius grabbed it and took a mouthful before going to sit down on the sofa. He let out a happy groan before shoving another spoonful into his mouth. 

Before he knew it, it was time to leave for his shift at the hotel, cleaning all the used bedding in the massive laundry room in the hotel's basement.

“It was lovely meeting you," Sirius said, his cheeks pinking as they said goodbye on the doorstep of Remus’s flat. 

“Yeah, I had a great time,” Remus confessed, and Sirius’s face broke into the most beautiful smile Remus had ever seen. 

“Would you want to maybe meet up again?” Sirius asked, suddenly looking a bit unsure of himself. Remus’s heart twanged again, and he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. 

“I’d really like that, Sirius,”

“Great, I’ll come round tonight. See you later, Remus,” He reached up and kissed Remus on the lips. He walked away, hopping to the side when Rufus opened the door to the kebab shop just as Sirius passed it. Remus couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from his lips. Then, it hit him that Sirius had invited himself over again. He made a mental note to get some groceries on his way home so he’d have something to feed the man. He shook his head, put his earphones in, and started his walk to the hotel, thinking about how different Sirius was to anyone else he’d ever met. 

[bakerstreethound]

Heavy is the Burden

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: comfort, soft Sherlock, gentleness, pure fluff, mentions of anxiety, loneliness, panic, and sadness

Summary: After a long day of errands and classes, you finally return home seeking solace and basking in the warmth of Sherlock.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 765

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I know I haven't been as active writing fic as I have in the past year, but inspiration struck me a few days ago and I managed to write a little comfort story. I hope you enjoy! My summer classes start up in a few days so I hope to find time to write even then for my beloved detective. Graphic by @firefly-graphics. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Time trudges on, even when you open the door to your flat, closing the door softly, the grocery bags and your backpack hanging off of you adding to the weight of your exhaustion.

You don’t want to think about the endless list of words going through your mind, determined to overload your evening and the next before they have begun. Such is the toll of an anxious mind, always on edge waiting for something to happen, sending you into a panic.

It’s a burden you carry the push and pull thriving off chaos, with you addicted as it holds you in your clutches, your form of motivation. The notion of rest exhausts you as you set the grocery bags on the counter and your backpack on a kitchen chair. 

Methodically, with practiced ease, you assemble the groceries out of the bags and put them away by memory, your brain on autopilot.

Everything is in its place, your heart calms its rapid beats, and you take a deep breath. The same goes with your backpack as you take it to your bedroom, place your laptop on your desk, and hang the bag over the chair.

You take another breath, inhaling the fading scent of Sherlock - leather, musk, and faint cigarette ash. Your heart twinges at the thought of him, how he holds you, caresses you. It’d been a while since you had seen him between you working late and him solving cases with John.

You can’t remember the last time you’ve properly relaxed without some garish nightmare plaguing your thoughts or worrying about the best way to structure your days. 

These days your mind is both your greatest asset and enemy, causing you more than enough heartbreak for a lifetime. You take another breath and change your clothes into something more comfortable, a clean but beloved graphic tee paired with soft lounge shorts and one of the many hoodies Sherlock liked to steal and wear from you.

You inhaled, catching his scent again, only this time your eyes well with tears, the full brunt of the week hitting you in tandem. 

Despite your apprehensions, your tears fall and you cocoon yourself in a blanket wishing it were a hug instead. Your eyes close and you find yourself drifting and you let the burden slip away, falling into that lovely abyss of sleep. 

A soft gentle warmth soon encompasses you and you draw to it, a moth to a flame, nuzzling into a familiar chest, the scent of familiarity, of home enveloping you. 

“I’m here, I’m home,” he murmurs into your ear unsure if you’re completely awake, but you adore it, adore him all the same. 

You shift against him, nuzzling deeper into him and he chuckles, pulling you closer so you can hear the steady thrumming of his heart, the one he told you on quiet darkened nights that it belongs to you.

“You’re back, you came back!” You mutter softly, burying your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, your warm cocoon of a blanket slipping from your shoulders. You don’t care for he’d returned to you and you want to shower him in kisses. 

He chuckles, stroking your back, sending shivers down your spine and you press up closer to him, basking in the simple warmth of him, not having to speak a word. He knows the mood you’re in, anxious yet somber, sad but bone-weary sadness that’s embedded deep in your body, part of your soul. 

“Shall I warm us up some soup?” he asks, his fingers threading through your hair gently, making you melt impossibly more. 

You yawn at the thought of warm soup, and the crunch of toasted bread. “Only if I make us grilled cheese to go with it.” 

“That sounds wonderful.” He smiles, the corner of his lip twitching a fraction almost revealing the full shy boyish grin you’ve come to adore, the one reserved for you. 

Carefully, he helps you to your feet ensuring you are not dizzy before taking your hand and leading you back to the kitchen. Suddenly you are grateful you grabbed extra bread and cheese at the store.

You fight off a smile as you watch Sherlock scurry around the kitchen, and you toss your eyes skyward thanking quietly the force of nature bringing the both of you together.

You do not know what you would do without him, John, and Mrs. Hudson in your life. 

You wipe away a stray tear, wrapping around behind him for a hug, your hands resting along his waist. Dinner can wait ten minutes more. 

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