#Anon you do not know how hard it was for me to not make this about Zuko crashing his razer scooter

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[hamilando]

hii i had this weird idea for an smau where drivers compete to see who can photobomb the most team photos over a race weekend - idk if this is possible but i would love to see it come to life !! thank you ♡

ੈ✩ max's 10 euros (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird

tw : fluff; chaos

a/n : this was requested anonymously by an anon! I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 y'all don't know how much I had to work for the pics 😭

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racingnews A new championship emerging in the paddock ?

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user1 LANDO IN THE LIKES 🗣️

user2 y’all, making the photobomb constructor merch

user3 SKIBIDI PADDOCK 👣👣👣

user4 now Charles in that black suit has got infinite rizz

user5 I AM NOT SURE ABOUT CONSTRUCTORS - HELP I AM DYING

user6 boy said forget millions, I want that 10 euros from max

user7 even I shall do anything to get a penny from max

user8 🪙🪙

user7 I got two pennies MOM

user9 let them cook

user10 I SAID LET THEM COOK

user11 max started this to get them off the championship

user12 oh to have a devil mind like max

user13 STOP BLAMING MY POOKIE MAX

user14 I guess being a Ferrari fan, this is the only win we can get

user15 i am sorry but another championship to lose my breath !?

user16 meow meow meow

user17 woof woof woof

user16 it's a song -

user17 it's my feelings for Charles -

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scuderiaferrari winning in both constructors and Max's bets 💪🏻👍🏻

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user1 i can tell this is going to age bad

user2 CARLOSSSSS

user3 fred !? 💀

user4 carlos bwing at mclaren healed me

user5 my carlando 😭

charlesleclerc we going hard for the 10 euros 💪🏻💪🏻

user6 what about the million euros 😭

user7 I am crying from laughter, I love max for this bet

carlosainz55 admin, your camera quality is very bad

scuderiaferrari noted.

user8 love how they have clear pixel for fred and the lowest quality for carlos

user9 them showing that he is leaving in few months -

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redbullracing baby don't get greedy, that won't end well ~

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user1 ADMIN THE SHADE !?

user2 Tate mcrae at her finest

user3 mcrae vs mclaren 💀

user4 DANNNY RIC 😭😭

user5 HELP, THEY DID DANNY WRONG

user6 DANNY DID HIMSELF WRONG

user7 max doesn't even know he is photobombing -

user8 charles internally plotting Max's murder for spoling his spotlight

user9 nah mate, its punishment time

user10 lestappenn fans are crazy 💀

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mclaren Our paddock is filled with Sigma boys 🫴🏻

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landonorris SIGMA SIGMA BOY 💪🏻

user1 lando 😭

user2 lando 😭

user3 lando ����

landonorris Este, este

user4 lando 😭

user5 lando 😭

user6 they won the comment photobombing challenge 😭

user7 stop exposing your Spotify wrapped lando

user8 he has the weirdest music taste i swear

user9 i can feel zac vibing to sigma boy

user10 that song has grown on me now

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mercedesamgf1 the goat of photobomb ( and f1 ) when it didn't even exist -

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user1 THEY DID THEY JUST-

user2 ADMIN I SAW THAT

user3 ALL F1 ADMINS ARE WILDING THIS WEEKEND

user4 danny, sigma boy and now this ?

user5 hamilton and rosberg 💀

user6 admin we get it you are sad

lewishamilton love the throwback picture !

user7 he just ignored the goat comment -

user8 he knows it as well ❤️‍🩹

nicorosberg I miss the days mate

user9 NICO COMEBACK !?

user10 to see nico and lewis compete again

user11 in ferrari and mercedes

user12 deadly combo💀

user13 do we collectively ignore toto?

user14 yes.

user15 but just wondering, who won the 10 euros ?

(let me know in the comments who won 🫴🏻)

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[bruhnze]

ORNAMENTAL

summary: manivest anon wanted this.. i used the most inspiring line as inspiration 'idk i suck at this'. - it's a christmas fic.. yeah ik i said i wouldnt. It's just fluff, no warnings :)

wordcount: 1.7k

“I don’t know… I suck at this.” Lucy muttered the words, holding a tangled string of Christmas lights in her hands. She frowned at the green mess, squinting as if staring hard enough would magically untangle it.

Ona, standing on the other side of the small Christmas tree they’d set up on a small table in the corner of the room to keep it out of reach of their dogs, raised an eyebrow. “How? We did it in that one Barça video as a challenge!”

Lucy snorted. “Yeah, and did you see how ugly it was? Even the comments said it.”

Ona rolled her eyes. “It’s literally just putting the balls in,” she said, reaching for an ornament.

Lucy’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Oh yeah?” she teased. ‘’That’s-

Ona swatted at her before she could make a filthy joke. “Dumb ass.’’ She looked at Lucy with a mock glare. ‘’You know I was talking about the ornaments. It’s not that hard. Just hang some stuff on the branches, do the lights, and we will be done!”

Lucy shrugged, dropping the tangled lights back into the box. “My mom never let me do it. I broke too many ornaments when I was little.”

That made Ona laugh. Lucy, however, frowned, crossing her arms.

“Don’t take the mick at me,” Lucy said, nodding toward the tree. “I bought this because you wanted it. You do it. I’ll sit over here and watch.” She motioned toward the couch, clearly mentally having abandoned the task already completely.

“Luce,” Ona pouted, her voice mingling with the Christmas music playing in the background.

The tree stood half-decorated, and a little uneven, Ona put in the ornament she was holding after she had turned the volume lower.

“Babe, it’s not about how pretty it’ll be,” Ona said. “It is about doing it together.”

Lucy sighed, leaning forward to grab a pack of round chocolates meant for the tree. “I can’t do it,” she said, popping one into her mouth with a shrug. “I don’t want to do it. And I am here. We’re together. I’ll just watch.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, tension creeping in despite the cheerful tune playing faintly in the background. Ona’s expression shifted, a flicker of frustration crossing her face.

“Fine,” Ona muttered, stepping back from the tree. “I don’t want the stupid tree anymore anyways. Never mind.” She threw up her hands and let out a soft huff. “Perfectionist.”

With that, Ona grabbed her phone and purposefully walked out of the room towards their bedroom.

Lucy bit her lip, watching her go. Slowly, she dropped herself sideways onto the couch, letting her head rest against the armrest.

The half-decorated tree stood accusingly in the corner. Beside it, on the kitchen counter, the gingerbread house kit they’d planned to make after finishing the tree sat unopened. Lucy groaned softly and reached for another chocolate, shoving it into her mouth as she stared at the ceiling.

She let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before gathering herself. She stood up, hesitating for just a second before walking to the bedroom door. Ona was sitting cross-legged on the bed, scrolling on her phone with a slightly furrowed brow.

“Sorry, Mrs. Claus,” Lucy said, leaning against the doorframe.

Ona’s frown deepened as she looked up, but the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement. “Don’t you start,” she muttered, before grabbing Lucy’s pillow and flinging it at her.

Lucy dodged it easily, grinning. “Ay, I was just about to use that.”

“Were you now?” Ona shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“Mm-hmm,” Lucy said, climbing onto the bed. She leaned down, lying half on top of Ona with a grin. “I guess I have to use you now.”

Ona rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her smile. “Is this your dumb way of saying sorry?”

Lucy snuggled into Ona’s neck, ‘’is it working?’’

‘’No,’’ Ona chuckled as Lucy nipt at her skin.

‘’I was kidding, sorry, just had to give you a kiss,’’ Lucy planted her hands on either side of Ona, planking over her. “For earlier I want to say sorry from the deepest bottom of my heart,” she said dramatically. “I’m really sorry baby, I know how much you were looking forward to decorating the tree.” She added honestly.

‘’Decorating the tree together.’’ Ona replied sharply.

Lucy nodded, slowly leaning in, ‘’decorating it together.’’ She repeated.

Ona sighed, her annoyance melting away as she met Lucy’s eyes. It was hard to stay mad at her, especially when she was this close, her warm breath tickling Ona’s skin.

“Okay,” Ona murmured, leaning up from the pillow to press her lips softly against Lucy’s. “I forgive you.”

Lucy smiled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to speak. “Sorry, baby,” she said again, softer this time, before lying fully on top of Ona. “I feel like it’ll go better after a break,” she admitted. “I think I was.. am still a bit overwhelmed from the Christmas shopping.”

Ona hummed, her fingers threading gently through Lucy’s hair, soothing her. “Do you know what I realized while I was sitting here?” Ona chuckled lightly.

Lucy tilted her head on Ona’s shoulder, looking up at her with a glint in her eye. “That your girlfriend sucks and you’re asking Santa for a new one this year?”

“No,” Ona laughed, her fingers giving a playful tug at Lucy’s hair. “I realized we haven’t had lunch yet. You‘re just hangry. Well, both of us, probably.”

Lucy reached for Ona’s phone Lucy’s eyes widened in mock horror as. “Four PM?!” she asked rhetorically, her voice full of exaggerated disbelief.

Ona laughed again and gently pushed Lucy back down. “Yeah. What if I make us a sandwich? We eat, we cuddle, and then we try again?”

Lucy smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Ona’s collarbone before looking up at her. “Mmm, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Ona said, her fingers still tangled in Lucy’s hair. “But you will decorate that tree with a smile.”

Lucy groaned, burying her face against Ona with a grin. “I figured.”

‘’Enthusiasm?’’ Ona asked sternly.

‘’I cant wait to decorate the three with you, and it will be perfect even if its ugly, because, we did it together.’’ Lucy said as if she was reading an autocue.  

…

Once they’d eaten a sandwich and spend some time cuddling on the couch, they finally mustered the energy to return to their Christmas tasks.

The tree was a bit lopsided but that kinda had a charm, together they finished hanging everything in it before putting the lights on.

Then, they turned their attention to the gingerbread house. The box sat on the kitchen counter, ready for their hands to get sticky and their creation to either look like a masterpiece or fall apart entirely.

Unexpectedly this part turned out very good, Lucy took the lead and showed Ona how she always did it. Ona asked how it was that she was actually good at this and not at setting up a Christmas tree. Lucy had explained that it had been a yearly competition in the Bronze household and, ofcourse, held the top spot in most wins. It made Ona laugh, she remembered for herself to just put a game element to stuff if she wanted Lucy to participate in the future.

…

“Hey, what if we just order food? This kitchen is already a mess, and I’m tired.”

Ona laughed. “I was wondering what you where thinking for dinner.”

They cleaned the kitchen together, throwing away scraps of wrapping paper and spilled icing. The smell of gingerbread lingered in the air, but the mess was finally under control. When Ona went to put away all the bags with the wrapped gifts they got for eachother and for their family, she spotted something. It was a little mistletoe that she’d gotten for free from a vendor at the Christmas market earlier.

She smiled and placed it on the coffee table, before heading back to the kitchen to help Lucy with the final dishes before they where done.

Lucy, tired but content, leaned back against the counter, arms stretched out. “I’m absolutely knackered,” she admitted, a yawn escaping her lips. “But I had fun.”

She stepped towards Ona and wrapped herself around her from behind, resting her chin on Ona’s shoulder. “Was it like you wanted it to be? Like in the movie?”

Ona hummed softly in reply, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of Lucy’s kisses against her neck. It had been perfect, more than perfect, really. Then, suddenly, her eyes shot open as she thought of something.

“Wait,” Ona said, pulling away from Lucy’s embrace and quickly walking over to the coffee table. She grabbed the mistletoe with a shy smile, holding it above their heads as she returned to Lucy.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, but she smiled as she realized what it was.

‘’I’ve never kissed anyone under the mistletoe before.’’ Ona said as she was close to Lucy and held the branch above them both.

Lucy’s smile widened as she looked at Ona holding the mistletoe for a lingering second.

After the short moment of stillness, Lucy leaned in, ‘’me neither,’’ she whispered before closing the gap, her lips finding Ona’s in a sweet, tender kiss.

It was gentle at first, a soft meeting of lips, a pretty kiss, just how it was supposed to be under the mistletoe.

Then the kiss got more heated. Lucy’s hand cupped Ona’s face. Ona’s arms wrapped around Lucy’s neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss further, she didn’t even notice the branch prickling in her neck.

Lucy felt the familiar rush flood through her, and without breaking their kiss, she effortlessly lifted Ona, placing her on the kitchen counter. Ona’s legs instinctively wrapped around Lucy’s waist as she pulled her in closer again, her body pressed fully against hers.

But just as Lucy’s hand slipped under Ona’s sweater, the doorbell rang.

“Ugh,” Lucy groaned, pulling back with a pout. “What idiot decided to order food.”

[bonbonly]

Heyy I was wondering if you had anymore Lewis Hamilton up your sleeve? Like sugar daddy lewis who spoils you by taking you out shopping and he has fun with you in a dressing room and he makes you stay quiet? 🤭

~🩷

🩷 anon omggg im sure you sent me something but i totally got swamped in asks so i mightve lost it but for you pookie im writing this

bon's thoughts (18+)

sugardaddy!lewis promised to take you shopping after the semester ended. he was so happy that his baby got all A's and B's, and had even gotten a new research program grant. he knew you had it in you, after all you were so smart! he also might've made a few phone calls and threatened to cut back donations to the university if they didn't send the grant your way but that doesn't matter, because he knew you were working hard and had all the talents in the world!

you had been trying on all these clothes that he had gotten you. you'd come out, do a little spin as he giggles at how cute you were, and then you'd pop right back into the dressing room to try on a different dress. he'd made sure all the employees had left this section of the store because he just wanted time alone with you, no one else was to see you giving him a little show. it wasn't until you came out wearing this stunning black, off the shoulder dress that nearly had your tits spilling out did he start to cough into his hands and slowly palm the outline of his cock through his jeans. you went back into the dressing room, eagerly waiting to try on a different outfit but before you knew it, lewis was in the room with you, locking the door behind him.

"i think... baby i think we can try something else... in you," lewis exclaims, pulling the outfit off of your body. you frown at him,

"don't you mean on you?" you ask, and he shakes his head,

"no, no... in you."

and that's how you find yourself pressed against the mirror in the dressing room, his cock shoving into you as he has you watch the way he's ruining your body. he clamps a hand over your mouth, his other rubbing fast circles on your clit as he continues to ram into you, "baby you have to be quiet, we don't want to get kicked out, right?"

you whimper quietly, telling him that its so hard to be quiet, not when your gummy walls are hugging his cock so tightly. he laughs into your ear softly, "i know, i know baby, but if you can be quiet here i'll let you be as loud as you want back home, can you do that for me? you're my good girl right?"

you gasp out loud as you're cumming around him, squeezing your eyes but he grips onto your jaw, "baby, i want you to look at me, the man that's paying for all of this. now get on your knees love, i want you to suck me off." and he pushes you to the ground, glancing at the mirror to admire how obedient his girl is.

[xxgoldie]

i’d like to say this is NOT a request i do just be yapping because you're such an inspiration to me!! thinking about a scenario where lighter gets injured protecting his s/o…him downplaying or ignoring his injury until its just the two of you, and when you’re fussing over him and dressing his wounds he’s gently thumbing away your tears and telling you all the sweet nothings about how it’d take a lot more than that to get rid of him, where’s your faith in the red scarf? he’s okay baby it looks worse than it actually is. 

trying to be calm for your sake but he’s so shaken up internally because if he hadn’t jumped in he might’ve lost you…and at the same time, seeing you cry over a guy like him? wrapping him up with such care like he hasn’t broken bodies with his bare hands? he’s so overwhelmed and when you’re done disinfecting and bandaging and try to leave his side for any reason he’s wrapping you up in his big scarred arms and he won't let go for anything. please just stay right here where he can nuzzle against your pulse and smell your shampoo and feel your warmth.

every wet little sniffle from you is met with a kiss from him, he turns your face into a mural for his love, peppering kisses of relief and apology alike across your forehead, temple, cheeks, and nose. and when your lips finally meet it’s like you’re breathing life back into him, he can’t get enough. suddenly nothing is enough. he’s gently coaxing your clothes off because he needs you closer, needs to feel your bare chest against his so he knows your hearts are pounding in tandem. if you try to deny him because of his wounds he’s not afraid to beg, you can ride him as slow and careful as you want he just needs you. ughghgh slow soft emotional sex with lighter where neither of you care about actually getting off has me in a chokehold

i'm,,,,, i'm an inspiration?? anon i will kiss you on the mouth that's like the best thing anyone's ever said to me

the rest of this ask is a close second bc oh my god. soft comfort sex w lighter.

trying so hard to keep it together for him, because he's the one injured, why is he the one comforting you? you're scolding him for being reckless but your heart isn't in it, he sees the way your hands shake as you dress his wounds ever so gently and the tears threatening to spill over, and he's also trying to hold himself together because it doesn't look like you could handle him in any worse state. and that fact alone makes that knot in his chest tighten, how much you care for him, the fact he's lucky enough to love someone so much and have them love him back and he was so close to losing that. he's forcing himself not to think about what would have happened if he'd jumped in just a little later, because the brave face he's putting on is holding on by a thread. he really just wants you as close as possible, needs to feel your skin against skin, needs there to be no doubt that you're still there, and you need the same.

[burrowdarling]

Home With You

Summary: You and Joe head back to your hometown to spend the holiday with your parents.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: None, just some holiday fluff :)

Note: Hi all! This was requested by some anons and @beautifultragedyexpert so I combined them into this one fic. Some fluffy holiday Joe on game dey!

Word Count: 2k

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There was something so nostalgic about Christmas in your hometown. The Main Street is fully decorated in lights, bows on the lamp posts, the town tree illuminated with lights of all colors in the middle of the park. It was only around 6pm, but the streets were already beginning to disperse from all of the early travelers. The soft flurry of snow was a nice touch to your reminiscing, adding to the scene in front of you. 

You hadn’t been here for the holidays in quite a bit, having mainly spent them with Joe and his family in Ohio. Your parents would come out to visit, but it felt like this was the right year to be home. In the fast-paced hustle of the season, it was nice to slow down and breathe surrounded by something familiar.

Joe had never been to your hometown, leaving him to chuckle at how you were excitedly pointing things out from the passenger seat. Your small town felt like a stark contrast to the city Joe had grown up in. There was so much you were dying to show him about where you grew up, reveling in the moment by pointing out your favorite shops or restaurants as you drove past with a promise to explain more later. There was a feeling of your childhood laid out around you as Joe drove the same streets you once used to, unsure of where you would end up when you got older. It was healing to be able to tell your younger self that you were happy with the one you loved, coming home felt like a reunion with the little you. 

“What are you thinking about over there, babe?” Joe asked, reaching a hand out to strike your thigh before giving it a light squeeze. The gesture offering you a feeling of comfort as you pulled yourself out of your thoughts for a brief moment.

“Just how content I am with the life we have together. If you had told me years ago that I’d one day be driving back here with the love of my life to spend the holidays together, I would’ve asked if you were dreaming” you said with a light laugh. 

“I love you so much sweetheart, I wouldn’t want to do this life with anyone else but you” Joe said looking over to you with a look that showed that he meant every word he said. You felt your cheeks heat, having a hard time fully taking in his words. Joe could be extremely heartfelt, but It wasn’t always easy for you to process the full gravity of them.

You gave him a small smile as you turned towards the window, watching the world go by. The quiet streets you once found to be boring, offering you a feeling of solace from the busy life you’ve come to know. You could feel happy tears begin to well in your eyes, truly feeling at peace with coming home.You were sure it was going to be a special trip home. 

You had finally made it to your parents house, pulling up the driveway like you used to and everything still as you left it. You both hopped out of the car, Joe making quick work to unload your bags while you went up to the door, giving a brief knock before entering. Your mom was in the kitchen finishing up dinner while you dad was setting the table.

You and Joe greeted them both with hugs and smiles, Joe immediately being swept into football talk with your dad. You shook your head, throwing a knowing look at your mom who’s face mirrored your own. You made your way to the kitchen to help her finish up any loose ends. You helped her get everything set at the table, ready to dive into a good home cooked meal.

“I was thinking we could decorate the tree after dinner, we wanted to wait for you like old times” you mom said as she scooped some food onto her plate. A wide grin broke out over your face, looking over to your mom.

“Yeah we’d love to, that sounds great” you said, looking over to Joe whose eyes were already on you. His look was full of love, resting a hand on your thigh giving you three squeezes as a way to say ‘I love you’. You all engaged in conversation for the remainder of dinner, catching up on each other's lives and what has changed here since you were last home.

You all cleaned up after dinner and made your way to the living room where the fire was going and the tree was lit, waiting to be decorated. Your mom started to open all of the different boxes of ornaments, Joe getting a kick out of the ones you made as a kid. 

“You were quite the artist in your childhood, huh” Joe chuckled as he found a particularly ‘crafty’ ornament, having drawn your family as a bunch of stick figures next to a ‘Picasso level’ christmas tree. You took it from him to inspect your work, holding it out to admire it like an art critic. Your parents laughed at your actions, getting a kick out of the scene unfolding in front of them between you two.

“Hey, I tried my best, okay? At least you can tell what it is” you said as Joe took the ornament from you and placed it front and center on the tree. “Gotta display the art properly since it’s so museum worthy” Joe laughed as he spoke. Your parents watched the two of you, giving you loving looks at your dynamic.

You all continued to decorate, Joe lifting you up onto his shoulders to palace the star on top of the tree. You stood back to admire your work, Joe slinging his arm over your shoulders and leaving down to place a kiss on top of your head. 

After decorating the tree and some small talk in front of the fire, you and Joe had retired up to bed, saying your goodnights to your parents. In mentioning everything being the same, your room was no different. It was as if time stopped in here, your parents leaving everything as you had it. 

Your walls were still adorned with band posters, though there were far less than there used to be. You would’ve deemed yourself to be quite the fangirl back in the day, never being one for sports until you met Joe. You preferred to stay in listening to music, drawing, or diving into your books. Your bookcase was still full of everything you used to read, instantly bringing you back to the countless late nights you would stay up late finishing a good read. You had a small desk covered in your old artwork you used to work on, all of your different mediums sorted along the edge. Your queen bed was pushed into the corner of the room full of pillows and blankets, giving a cozy vibe to it. You still had your lights up around the edge of your ceiling, plugging them in to see if they still worked and they had. Being in here took you back to being in your safe place, having taken years to get everything how you wanted it. 

Joe took in his surroundings, being able to get a glimpse into the younger you and put a image to how you described yourself when you first started dating. He walked to your bookcase, poking at your different books and knick knacks that you had littered throughout it.

“So, what do you think? Kinda wild that they kept everything the same huh?” you asked, watching Joe take in your room.

“Your room is adorable, we’ll have to get a poster of me to add to your shrine of celebrities on your wall” Joe joked, gesturing to your countless posters of different bands or artists. “Seems like you had a type though, weird that you went for the football player.”

“Hey, you know I had no idea you played when I first met you. You act as if i was always going to football games every weekend” you said, feigning fake offense at his words.

“I know, baby. You were my little bookworm in college, I always knew I could come home to you and your nose would be buried in a book. I did appreciate when you’d come to my games though, just like I do now.”

“I’m gonna be so honest and say that I think you’re the first boy I’ve brought in here” you said, feeling Joe come up behind you as his arms wrapped around your waist. The admission felt right to tell him, even if it would only feed his ego more.

“Somehow that makes this even more special that I get to be the first and last” Joe said, spinning you around and pulling you tighter into the hug. “What do you say we do a little christening then, hmm?”

You pulled back a bit giving him a light slap to his chest, “Joseph Lee, my parents are under the same roof” finding it hard to fight off a smile. He grinned back at you, bringing his hands up to your jaw to pull you back into his body, resting your foreheads against one another.

“We don’t have to go that far, but I do know that I want those lips on mine. We can be very teenager about it with a classic makeout” Joe said as he captured your lips in a slow kiss. You could feel things begin to heat up a little as he walked you backwards towards your bed. 

You crawled backwards toward the headboard, Joe following you as you settled back into each other. It had been awhile since you guys had been able to really take things this slow and just enjoy exploring one another. With the busy season, it was nice to be with one another with no pressure for anything more. A smile crossed your lips at the thought, feeling Joe smile back into the kiss before locking your lips together again.

After quite the makeout session, you found yourselves tucked under the covers with your head resting on Joe’s chest. You felt yourself beginning to drift off until Joe spoke up.

“Do you ever think about what things would be like if we were just a normal couple?” he asked, the dark room giving him a sense of confidence to speak the words he;s been thinking about all night.

“Define normal because I feel like normal is pretty subjective” you laughed lightly, propping yourself up to get a better look at him.

“You know, the typical dates, sunday mornings, and holidays with family - everything that comes with a normal relationship. I know it can be hard to be with me, feeling like everything you do is scrutinized under a microscope and no air to breathe sometimes” Joe’s honesty gave you a pang of hurt in your chest at how he feels.

“Joey just because your job is abnormal doesn’t mean our relationship is. I love everything about you and that we get to still do things like this together. I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world, I would choose you in this life and every other” you spoke as you stroked his jaw softly, feeling him lean into your touch.

“You always know the right thing to say, thank you for being my person and choosing me everyday” he spoke as he gave you a quick kiss.

“Loving you is the easiest thing I do,” you said as you snuggled in closer to him. You were always home when Joe was around, being with your parents made the holidays that much more special.

[district4loading]

OMGGGG is there any way your could revive that fic 😭😭 somno fits sana so well and if were to turn this into a full request, can it be fem reader but can use strap hhdhehehehe thank uuuuu

Snooze (WLW)

Twice Sana!Sub x Female Reader!Dom

3K Words

Content Warning: smut, somno, praise, oral, fingering, strap, some fluff at the end

Minors DNI

A/N: Didn't plan on making this a full blown fic but anon asked so they recieved. Apologies that its so short. Enjoy!

Also i'm sorry but doesn't Sana look so pretty?

-

It's sick and twisted but for some reason, you like it.

-

"Sana, thats the weirdest thing I've ever heard you say" You look up from your phone to gauge whether or not the brunette was serious about what she just said.

Sure enough she had those expecting eyes fixated on you "It's not weird! It’s hot" She protests your comment, climbing into your arms like she usually did.

You were on the couch in your living room, scrolling on your phone when Sana came in and made a rather peculiar request. "You want me to fuck you while you're asleep?" She nods with a cute smile on her face and she hums in response "And you don't want me to tell you when I'll do it, or warn you before?"

Sana giggles softly when she sees the look of pure disbelief you give her "Listen you have nothing to be worried about, I want you to do it" She holds your hand in hers "and make sure i'm out cold, I literally want to wake up with your face between my legs"

"I don't know, what if you're not in the mood? Or-"

"Shh" Sana puts her finger over your lips then leans forward, removing them in the same instance to plant a small kiss on your lips "I assure you, I'll be in the mood"

-

So you agreed to it, fulfilling one of your girlfriend's wildest fantasies because you love her and you'll do whatever you can to make sure she's happy. Even if you think it’s a bit odd.

You waited a couple of days so it'll come as a complete shock to her. It's maybe one in the morning and you're more than sure that she's out cold but you think it wouldn't hurt to make sure. So you tap her arm a few times "Sana" you whisper. You take notice of her body and the way it rose, then fell with such gracefulness as she breathes in and out, the slow noise of it filling the silent room.

Then you shift a bit, getting on your knees so you can gently pull the covers off of her. She's wearing what she usually does to bed, a loose tank top and some shorts. You start to feel a bit of a rush as you watch her lay there, asleep with with no knowledge of what's to come.

Maybe it's not so weird after all

You touch her thigh, the soft warmth making you aware of how cold your own hands were and you start to worry that it'll wake her. It takes you a moment but you finally manage to get your hands on the waistband of her shorts. Your fingers loop under her panties too because there's no need for teasing. The only one you'd be teasing is yourself. So you begin to pull the pieces of clothing off, having a bit of a hard time because she's not awake to lift her hips.

Soon enough the garments slip down her legs and past her ankles and you toss them to the side. Your heart begins to race because the tension in the room is thick, like you're doing something you're not supposed to and if she were to wake up and catch you it'll all be over.

This fantasy of hers is something different, something you never thought you'd be into until now when you're faced with the opportunity—and you want nothing more than to touch her right now.

There's a bit of uncertainty in your movements, you reach for her legs and while you're opening them your hands are trembling. Your breathing quickens as you admire the sight of her perfect body before you, highlighted by the moonshine through the bedroom window.

You try your best to shrug off the nerves, then you position yourself between her legs. The moderate moistness isn't something you're used to at all. Usually, by the time you make it down there she's fucking dripping and soaked so bad that it's spread to her thighs.

However, you know it's nothing you can't fix. So you grab her thighs with your hands, refraining from squeezing them like you normally did so she doesn't wake up. Then you stuck your tongue out and flattened it against her cunt. You pause and look up. She's still asleep.

Ever so slightly, you drag your tongue up her slit, making a soft humming noise when the tangy taste attacks your tastebuds. Still no response. So you keep going as you normally would, swirling and flicking your tongue on her clit.

It only takes a few seconds for Sana to shift a bit. She tries to close her legs but you hold her a bit tighter so she doesn't. You pause for a moment, then you continue eating her out like you've been starving for her.

A soft hum escapes her lips and then her hips start squirming. You push your face deeper into her cunt, taking her clit into your mouth to suck. Then she gasps loudly, her head lifting weakly just enough so she can make eye contact with you. "Babe- what are you" Then you witness the exact moment the realization of what's going on hits her and it's priceless. "Oh fuck"

Her voice is rough and tired as she reaches her hands down to tangle your hair in between her fingers. You smile and remove your mouth then you climb over her so you're face to face. Your hand finds it's way to her sopping cunt and you rub slow circles before you connect your lips with hers.

Sana moans into the kiss, reciprocating it with some newfound strength, cause she has to reward you for doing so good. You prod her entrance with your fingers and you slide two digits inside. She breaks the kiss and moans out loud when you curl them "Pleasant surprise?" You question her with a smirk on your face as you pump in and out.

"Yeah" Sana nods frantically, all breathless with her words "I - fuck - I wasn't expecting it tonight" She moans again because you've found that spongy spot that makes her walls squeeze you tighter.

You leave a shorter kiss on her lips again "That was the point wasn't it?" You ask and she only hums, although it comes out sounding like more of a moan. You kiss along her jawline, then down to her neck "Did I do good?"

Sana can only nod her head and close her eyes "So good baby" She keens, her hips bucking into your hand as you fuck her faster and harder with your fingers. She's so wet that you can feel the slippery warmth dripping down your forearm. You think to yourself that this must've really turned her on, the thought of you using her in her sleep.

It's sick and twisted but for some reason, you like it.

She starts babbling incoherent words and you know it’s something she does when she's close. "Gonna cum for me baby?" You ask as her jaw goes slack and her moans go silent. There's only a faint, high pitched, whiny noise coming out of her mouth and she has that look of pure devastation in her eyes, like she’s cumming so hard that she almost can’t handle it.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" She mouths the words and then a very audible "Fuck!" and she's cumming all over your fingers. You can feel it inside, the way her walls clench and pulse in an erratic rhythm as her back arches. Her body stutters to a complete stop and then she goes rigid.

It's only a matter of time before... and there she goes, her body relaxes as the pleasureful waves wash over her and her moans turn weak and broken. You kiss her lips softly and she doesn't even try to kiss back "Now how was that?"

"I can't fucking believe... I came so hard" She tiredly runs her fingers through her hair. "I need you to do that more"

"I think I could get used that"

-

Now Sana's definitely got you into this shit. 

By now it's almost been a month since you've had sex and it was really killing you. She's been working a lot, so you refrained from doing anything that could disturb her sleep. You only found yourself watching her at night, touching her cheek, her thighs and really any bare skin she had exposed. She looked so peaceful just laying there, breathing so slowly that you can barely hear it when she inhales.

It's exactly what you're doing right now. Her smooth skin feels so warm and soft on your palm and you don't mean to stare but you just can't take your eyes off of her face. How could someone look so pretty while they're sleeping? It's what you ask yourself every night. 

You really don't intend to slide your palm higher up her leg, but you just can't resist her. Everything about her is almost too addicting. You need her. Need her creaming on your fingers, cumming in your mouth, writhing on your strap. and you need it now.

The sheets are covering her body, so you peel them off and almost immediately you feel that rush in the pit of your stomach. Then the feeling comes back tenfold, like more of a surge when you get an idea.

Maybe you're more sick and twisted than you thought you were because you crawl out of bed slowly and gently so she won't wake up. Then you go into your closet—where you have your toys stashed—and you grab this lavender strap on that you bought just recently. You haven't gotten the chance to try it out with her yet and nows a better time than any. 

You pull off your clothes in the dark room, the sound of the fabric sliding against your skin so loud that you think it might wake her up. It's all in your head and you know it, but you still slow down your hurried movements.

Excitement courses through your veins as you think about how she'll react when she wakes up with your body on top of hers while you're inches deep. That unparalleled look of shock she gets. It has you fumbling with the straps as you try to get it on nice and tight. You crawl back into bed, the dip causing Sana to move just slightly.

She's sleeping like she normally does, on her side with her knees folded. You separate them so they're spread for you and you stop for a moment to see if she'll wake up. She doesn't. So you pull her shorts off, noticing that she isn't wearing any panties tonight. It's something she usually did for comfort reasons though, so you don't see it to mean anything more than that.

Still, it gave you easier access. You shuffle on your knees so you can position yourself between her legs and you reach for the lube on the bedside table. The toy is girthy and she isn't aroused right now so you don't want to hurt her. You coat the toy, and lather it up. Then you put some in your hand and gently you rub it on her cunt. 

Sana hums then she takes in a deep breath and your heart drops because you think you've ruined everything. But then she's back to the way she was and you exhale in relief. 

Now's the time, you guide the head to her entrance and you press it inside. Almost immediately her body has a reaction but it doesn't quite wake her up. An adorable whimper escapes her lips and the way her lips press together almost makes your heart flutter. You push your hips further inside, leaning over to get your body on hers and when you make it to the hilt you put your face in the crook of her neck.

It's around that time that she actually wakes up with a sharp gasp, her upper body trying to rise into you off of pure instinct. "What - Oh fuck... babe" She whines, dragging the four letter pet name out as you begin to move your hips nice and slow, pinning her body to the bed with yours. "Fucking hell - I can't.." She moans and you bite the flesh on her neck, a surge of arousal taking over your body while you rut into her.

"I'm sorry baby, I know you were trying to sleep... but I couldn't help myself" You mutter the needy words into her ear and she almost loses it right then and there. It's the idea that you can't control yourself when she's around you, so much so that you'll even fuck her and use her body while she's peacefully sleeping. In the back of her mind she knows you're only doing this because she asked, but it still has her clenching and dripping.

You kiss her neck and her arms sling around your back "Fuck, fuck, fuck" She chants in that breathless tone like she's struggling to handle everything. Your lips on her skin, your body on her body and most importantly this thick fucking toy stretching her out. You're ruining her.

"You weren't wearing panties darling, you have to forgive me it just seemed so easy, you should've known this would happen" You whisper it into her ear, really playing off of her little fantasy. It's sort of like role-play which is something she's also been into for a while now. 

She gasps again and another choked up sob forces its way out of her throat. Sana is fucking loving this. The way this toy feels, stretching her, rubbing against her walls and hitting all the right spots has her going fucking feral. You know it because she's digging her nails into your back, scratching you so hard it'll leave red marks but you don't mind at all.

Sana's hips buck into yours and you finally bring yourself to pull your head up. Now you're facing her and the look on her face is nothing you've ever seen before. Her eyes are screwed shut and her eyebrows are upturned in the prettiest way ever. You observe her porcelain skin and the mole on her cheek, noticing the sheet of sweat which covers it. "Pl-Please don't fucking stop... don't fucking - Fuck baby it's too much" She pleads.

You only move your hips faster then you bring your hand down and you show her what "too much" actually is when you begin circling her swollen clit. 

"I don't fucking.. I can't - You're so good, so deep in my cunt, so fucking good" She murmurs all the praise in the world, just make sure you know that you're doing a good job. 

"Look at me princess" Your voice is steady and soft when you say it because her pussy is clenching so fucking hard on this toy and you think she might actually be trying to suck it in. Her eyes soon flutter open but they're only squinting "C'mon, let me see those pretty brown eyes" This time you're voice is a bit less steady, more shaky cause this is one hell of a workout.

Like the good girl she is, she opens them wider staring deep into your soul as you fuck her. "So pretty" You mutter, your breath hot against her face and then you lean in to kiss her "Want you to cum on this toy for me"

Sana nods her head when you break the kiss and she's staring at you again, those big beautiful eyes just begging for you to make her cum. She needs it so bad. So you keep going, pressing hard on her clit just the way she likes it and then "Fuck I'm fucking cumming baby, I'm fucking-" She cuts herself off with a loud high pitched squeal.

"There you go" You mumble, watching how her eyes roll to the back of her head as her body arches into yours. "Keep cumming for me, that's my girl" You keep it up and she begins to shudder, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth to bite down harshly. Her eyes eventually do shut and her body sinks back into the bed.

You let yourself lay against Sana's body, feeling the deep and heavy rising and falling of her chest as she catches her breath. "I never expect it" are the first words she sighs with a breathy giggle. Then she wraps her arms around your body, rubbing her hands over the scratch marks to soothe the welted skin "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away"

"I really could care less about that. I'd let you do it over and over again cause it tells me that I fucked you good" You lift your head to look at her. She smiles and you kiss her lips softly again "I love you" you mutter.

Sana can't hide the way she blushes when she says it back "I love you" She whines a bit and you wonder whats wrong "I don't wanna get up"

"Then don't" You mutter

The toy is still buried in her cunt, all the way to the hilt as you two stay like that. She doesn't seem to mind it at all. Sana only hums tiredly in response and the two of you stay like that for a while. It almost feels perfect.

[shiny-jr]

Dear author, I’m so sorry that someone plagiarised your work especially since you work so hard on your stories 💔😞

We want to help the plagiarised book get taken down so can you please share the link?

If enough people report, the fanfiction site admins will finally listen and take down the plagiarised book, instead of the plagiarism claim being buried.

I hope this issue gets resolved quickly and I hope you have a better day.

UPDATE! Based on this and that and also this.

Thank you, anon. I appreciate your words, but as I stated in one of my previous posts, Wattpad reports are finicky. I believe at this point, we're at day thirteen of dealing with this plagiarizer and day four of it being public and yet despite it all, the plagiarizer has still yet to budge.

So, I thought I'd give another update and give the information we discovered in our findings. As to what we know is copied and from who. Keep in mind, one of these four copies stories has already been taken down and done with. I'll specify which in a moment.

Before I proceed, if you happen to be one of the original writers mentioned in this post and you want your portion removed from this post for whatever reason, let me know. I do not want to upset anyone, except the plagiarizer. At this point in time, I care little for their feelings on the matter when they've had plenty of time to make things right.

The plagiarizer: Kristynaka1

FIRST.

Obviously, the first story that was discovered was mine, with all the information linked in the posts at the very top. I was made aware of this by the inbox from a kind reader. Ever since then, I've been dealing with this plagiarizer.

My mutuals and I found it weird that somehow, the plagiarizer had relatively good grammar with few mistakes in the story. Yet every little note or message they sent, had many spelling mistakes and was sometimes difficult to read. It was inconsistent and strange, and we couldn't make sense of it until we had a theory which some readers in the comments here have already suggested. We theorize that the plagiarizer began to use AI.

Of course, we can't prove this but how else would a user who can't format and type proper messages be able to write whole paragraphs that are actually legible and understandable?

ChatGPT was available to the public sometime in 2022. Before 2022, many of their "stories" were copy and pastes from Tumblr. After 2022, there were differences in the copied stories that made it harder to find the original story and connect it to the original writer. Differences in writing that I doubt the plagiarizer wrote themselves if we go by their messages like:

So yeah. Onto the evidence.

SECOND.

After a few days, one of my mutuals began to suggest searching for the origins of other stories as they doubted any of the posts belonged to the plagiarizer. Low and behold, we found three others. The first of which belonged to @monst and their post. Just by comparing the first paragraph was enough to confirm that.

I won't go into too much detail as the links pretty much say all you need when you actually look at the evidence.

THIRD.

Not even an hour later, we found the second copied story from that oneshot book. Thankfully, there were only two stories there, so there aren't any more copied parts from that series they claim is theirs. The original is @ppsycho and their post. This one again looks like a direct copy, even the image is the same.

FOURTH.

This is the one that was already deleted, thankfully. So there is not many good screenshots I can present, except one before it was gone. So the original writer is @mint-yooxgi and their post.

Here is the only screenshot I have of the wattpad version, just to showcase that it did in fact exist, and it was copied.

So yeah, that's everything for now. If you check out the plagiarizer's profile and recognize the other stories I did not name, please let me know. We thought we found one of them on Quotev, but it wasn't.

Please continue commenting discouragements and reporting the account!

I think I'll leave this off with something I typed last night in a chat:

In whatever way this ends, know that it will end badly for the plagiarizer. They can choose to ignore, but that won't make everything go away. People will remember, I will remember. If they go radio silent and try to forget everything but keep the stories up, comments will still be there. If they try to delete the comments, new comments will just be made. The comments will serve as warnings to others that might stumble across their account, and it will immediately make them click off the account or story because no one wants to read a plagiarized story. The account we see now will just be empty of real readers, so it will remain a miserable little place where each comment will serve as a reminder as to why plagiarism is bad.

Even if they do decide to delete and make another account yet again, whether they decide to copy the same stories they did before or pick entirely new writers to prey upon, it doesn't matter. Readers will either recognize them from before or new readers will notice the plagiarism taking place. It doesn't matter what they do. They will be found and dealt with in some way, shape, or form.

I hope those two or so years of small internet fame were worth it while they lasted.

[ghostgirl-22]

im imagining one of the many times patrick is begging to fuck art he suddenly says something like “just let me put the tip in at least baby” and art isn’t in the right mind to see why he shouldn’t cause theyre grinding against each other and licking into each other’s mouths so it shouldn’t be much different. patrick cums so quickly too

Whoops anon this is gonna be a 2 for 1. I hope you don’t mind <3 But Patrick begging made me think it’s perfect for the holiday challenge too so… here’s Art staying over a few nights during winter break. Post Patrick dragging him to his dad’s office Christmas party where him and his brother dressed up like Santa (for some Christmas themed reason) sorry this is all over the place anon. <3

Deck the halls 🎄💫

Day 15: Begging

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

Pair: Artrick

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“I think you’re so pretty,” Patrick whispers, he’s still wearing the santa hat, and coat, drunk on spiked egg nog. His dad doesn’t even celebrate Christmas but his office sure knows how to put on a Christmas party.

“Shut up,” Art says, but he’s smiling his stupid pretty little half smile.

They stole candy canes from the Christmas tree in the lobby of his dad’s office, even though Patrick’s stupid brother said they couldn’t. And thank god, because Art’s still sucking on his. Lips stained red, cheeks all flushed— Patrick meant it when he kept telling him all night he’d make the perfect Santa’s elf. “You just blush so yummy,” He teased relentlessly, “especially after Santa fucks you.” That was when Art pushed him away.

Art’s all risky business right now, nothing on but his dress shirt, boxers and socks. His slacks are draped over the chair in the corner of Patrick’s bedroom. He’d wanted them off since he spilled a bit of egg nog on them and Patrick teased him for the way it stained.

Patrick grabs at Arts tie and he steps closer to where Patrick’s sitting on his bed, stopping between Patrick’s legs as Patrick loosens it.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” Patrick says, grinning.

Art rolls his eyes, but he’s so soft about it. “You’re so stupid when you drink. You know that right?”

“Come on, sit on my lap. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“The perfect backhand,” Art says.

“I’m Santa, not Jesus,” Patrick points out and Art shoves him. Patrick laughs and grabs onto his arm pulling him closer still, takes him by the waist and lifts at his dress shirt. “Come on, lemme fuck you.”

“Don’t do that— they’re right next door,” Art says, pulling the candy cane from his mouth and turning to look at the closed door like Patrick’s brother and his wife are just going to appear in his room out of thin air. When they don’t, he pops it back into his mouth. Patrick keeps touching him. He’s not concerned about how close they are, they’re really boring and Patrick is 100 percent certain they’re probably already asleep.

But he tries to ease Arts nerves anyway. “Please. I promise I’ll be quiet,” Patrick sighs, talking to Art’s pretty waist. Art’s got the perfect little belly button. Patrick presses his lips there and feels Art suck it in as he tangles his fingers into Patrick’s hair.

“What are you doing?” He giggles cause he’s ticklish and he pushes Patrick’s head away for the same reason.

“Trying to fuck you,” Patrick sighs. He gets to his feet and he’s suddenly in Art’s face. Art steps back but Patrick steps closer and pulls the candy cane out of Art’s mouth. He presses his lips there instead. Art opens up for him right away. His kisses are sweet like peppermint. And he’s licking and sucking on Patrick’s tongue as if he tastes like candy too. Patrick settles on the edge of the bed again excited at the way Art’s following him. He crawls onto Patrick’s lap so he can keep kissing. Patrick’s hard. Like cut diamonds hard, he’s been halfway there all night. He’s going insane at Art’s tendency to mindlessly grind against it. He’s imagining thrusting inside him, imagining how Art would feel, how he’d react. Art’s already so sensitive all over. Almost like his body was made for sex, Patrick just wants to test it out.

Patrick lays back on the bed resting on his elbows and he puts the candy in his own mouth watching as Art blinks himself into awareness now that he’s not kissing Patrick’s mouth anymore. Patrick can tell he still wants to grind. His hips aren’t moving fast but he’s still gently rolling them along the bulge in Patrick’s pants.

”Fucking please.” Patrick says, quietly. “All I want for Christmas is just to nut in you just once.”

“You’re so fucking…” Art licks his lips. He’s breathless. Kiss swollen. Flushed. Every time Patrick thinks he couldn’t possibly want him more, he gets prettier.

“I will fucking do anything,” Patrick begs. He says, undoing the buttons on Arts dress shirt.

“Patrick,” Art says matter of factly. “Your brother is next door.”

“And I’ll be so quiet. And if you need to you can moan into my pillow. Please. Pretty please. I wanna fill you up and watch it spill out.”

“You’re disgusting,” Art says softly, but he’s squirming.

“I know, I know I am,” Patrick grins, he bites into the candy cane, finishing it off. “But you like it.”

God the blushing. The way he can’t sit still. Patrick hopes he doesn’t lose it in his fucking pants before he even gets inside or all this begging will be for nothing.

“I um— I don’t think I can— your so— so much, Patrick, ” Art says, suddenly shy.

Patrick can’t help himself. He’s grinning like crazy. “Just tell me it’s too big. Tell me it won’t fit.”

“You’re such a freak, ‘m not sayin that,” Art says, he’s blushing something fierce. “I’m just saying…”

“Fine fuck it… what if it’s just the tip? Lemme put in the tip.”

Art sighs, a little smirk on his lips. “You’re so fucking obsessed.”

“Yeah well fucking look at you, princess. Of course I’m obsessed.” Patrick groans. He’s undone all the buttons on Arts shirt and he’s fixating on Art’s bare chest, his perky pink nipples.

Art rolls his eyes at the “princess” comment and Patrick grabs at either side of his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. It’s only moments before Art’s gasping into his mouth and Patrick’s sure if they keep this up he’s gonna come hard in his pants. He rolls them over so he can get Art on his back. And slowly, he pulls back from the kiss. Art’s following, sitting up on his elbows.

“Can I please? Just the tip, baby, pretty pretty please?” Patrick begs.

Art bites his lip and then nods. Patrick doesn’t waste any time, he tugs at Art’s boxers. Slides them off.

Art falls into a sudden fit of giggles and Patrick can’t help smiling at him. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It’s your santa hat. I just started thinking about you putting me on the naughty list if I didn’t blow you or something.”

Patrick laughs, he’d forgotten he was wearing it still. He pulls it off his head and gives it to Art. Pulls the coat off and drops it on the floor so he’s only in his t-shirt. “For the record I think you’re just the nicest boy.” Patrick says, looking over his dick. It’s so pretty, flushed purple and so full it’s resting heavy on his tummy. “So so nice.”

“You’re so fucking horny, shut up,” Art whispers and Patrick laughs and undoes his own pants kicking them off. Art’s just watching him. “If you put in more than the tip I’m gonna scream and wake up your brother.” He says quietly as Patrick eases himself out of his boxers. It’s clear he’s getting nervous but the way he says it makes Patrick snicker.

“I’m sure you will.” He says smirking as he rubs his palm over Art’s upper thigh. “I have lube in there, it tastes like cotton candy.” Patrick says, gently. Gesturing to his night stand.

“You fucked someone else in here?” Art asks, curiously.

“My summer time girlfriend. But I bought it for you cause your so fucking special.”

“Cotton candy?” Art makes a face.

“Shut the fuck up and get it.”

Art rolls over and pulls open the drawer, digging around. Patrick’s fixating on his ass. He rubs it gently. Almost climbs on top of him and pushes the head in right then and there. There’s so many things he wants to do to this ass. He’s seen Art’s bare bottom quite a few times when they were in school together, Art coming out of the shower. Patrick acting like he’s fine and then sneaking into the bathroom afterwards to touch himself.

“You have a lot of weed,” Art says as he pulls out a bottle from his night stand and inspects it. Same little unimpressed look on his face.

“Taste it,” Patrick says.

“Ew,” Art says.

“Fine give it,” Patrick says and snatches it away from him. He pulls one of Art’s legs up onto his shoulder to get him closer and Art does the same with his other leg. He’s just got on socks and the open dress shirt. Patrick wants him so bad. He wants him so fucking bad. Wants to be balls fucking deep in him for hours. At least an hour. Just wants to fuck him like crazy till he’s falling apart on his dick.

He coats himself in lube. Art’s holding his breath, there’s a wet spot on his tummy from where his dick is leaking. Patrick lines himself up and Art’s inhaling as Patrick presses up against his hole.

Fuck. He’s not sure if he’s gonna be able to fucking do this. Art’s so feverishly warm and virgin tight. Patrick’s struggling just to get the head in.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. “Oh fuck, you’ve never even put your fingers in here, have you? Holy shit.”

“W-why would I d-do that?” Art whines, pitched too high and too soft. Squirming beneath him. Patrick shivers.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna fucking lose it.” Patrick says breathlessly as he slowly, so achingly slowly, feels Art’s body open up around the head of his dick.

Art is making these little whiny noises, each sound going straight to Patrick’s dick. He can’t sit still, he’s wiggling like crazy and it’s barely… fucking… in.

“Holy shit,” Patrick gasps, he’s throbbing, aching. He strokes himself twice and he’s halfway fucking done.

“Oh my… fuck… oh Patrick it feels so….mm weird,” Art whines. And it’s too fucking much. Patrick pushes just a little more in… thinks he might just start fucking him… but it’s pointeless because just that little bit of movement combined with Art’s whining and wiggling and Patrick is suddenly gasping through one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“Fuck,” Patrick gasps breathlessly as he slips out, all his spend leaking out just after. “Goddamnit,” he groans. He’s literally never come that fucking fast in his life.

”Mm,” Art giggles. “I kinda like the tip.”

“Fuck,” Patrick sighs again, running his fingers tips along Arts legs. “You did that to me. You make me fucking insane.”

”I didn’t do anything,” Art says, grinning. “And you didn’t either.” He adds. He’s such a fucking brat.

Patrick adjusts Art’s legs so they’re on either side of Patrick’s waist and he leans over, buries his head against Art’s neck and shoulder, placing little kisses there. All while grabbing onto his dick. Art starts moaning right away as Patrick jerks him. He lasts longer than Patrick but not that much more before Patrick feels the wet hot spurt of liquid spilling between their bodies.

Patrick collapses on top of him when Arts finished. Feels him trying to catch his breath. He curls his fingers into Patrick’s hair and Patrick kisses at his throat, finishing a hickey he’d started.

“Next time I’m just gonna fuck you,” Patrick breathes against his throat.

Art snorts, “And who knows? Maybe you’ll last longer than 30 seconds.”

“So then you agree? I get to fuck you next time,” Patrick says, grinning up at him.

Art rolls his eyes, but there’s hope— because he’s smiling too.

[atzhrts]

lol idk how i thought of this but… ur on call w sohee who thinks ur making sounds bc ur getting off to him when in reality ur roommate anton is eating u out… poor sohee would not realise at all bc his mind is too fogged from jerking himself off to ur soft moans “are u thinking about me baby?” as u grab anton’s hair to bury his head further into ur thighs 🫠

anon don’t you know i’m insane? 😵‍💫

includes: infidelity don’t like don’t read, kinda unfair to my baby :( love you sohee id never cheat on you <3

just imagine sohee, laying in his hotel bed and he’s missing you so much he can barely thinks straight. and he’s so so horny he can’t help himself but pull his pants down to run his fingertips over his hard length, making himself shudder. but he’s so far gone already he can’t really get himself to take it slow, wrapping his hand around himself instead, squeezing the base before moving it upwards slowly and twisting it around his red tip. sohees thumb swipes over the drop of precum threatening to roll down his dick, just like you would do when you’re teasing him which actually brings him to call you, needing to hear your voice to properly get off.

“oh hi” you sound breathless but sohees hand is speeding up around his cock and he slowly starts to loose his ciritical judgment. his dick jumping in his hand as he first hears your voice, causing him to tighten his grip, teeth clamping shut in order to not cum immediately.

“hi baby” he whines “are you alone right now?” you immediately know what’s going on, sohee gets this desperate tone in his voice whenever he’s close to cumming.

so you tell your boyfriend you’re alone and that you miss him so much while grinding up into your roommates face. your fingers in anton’s hair tightening, telling him to continue sucking on your clit while his fingers explore your insides.

“fuck you sound so good baby, are you touching yourself?” sohee throws his head back as he imagines you, laying on your bed, wearing nothing but his shirt, fingers rubbing over your clit as you think of him. in reality you’re laying in your roommates bed and not yours but anton’s fingers are massaging your nub in just the right way, bringing you close to the edge.

“are you thinking of me?” you’re not, but your boyfriend sounds so pretty as he unknowingly listens to another man making you cum, so you say yes.

“yes” no. “i’m gonna cum around my fingers sohee” around anton’s fingers. “i need your cock baby” you make eye contact with your roommate between your thighs as your boyfriend cums in his hand.

[woozinhos]

thinking about how dino is fucking you in the right places hitting the spots and placing his palm on your lower belly, asking if you can feel him in your guts 😵‍💫 i feel like he would absolutely do that whilst smirking and being all cocky at how cock drunk you are

Anon I had to stop what I was writing and I had to write this oh my god I hope you enjoy 🤭

Dino grins down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of smugness and satisfaction as he continues to thrust into you. He knows exactly what he's doing, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars with every movement. He reaches down and places his palm flat against your lower belly, feeling the way his cock is moving inside you.

"Can you feel me, baby?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. "Can you feel me deep inside you?"

You can only nod in response, your words failing you as pleasure washes over you in waves. He smirks at your reaction, his hand pressing down slightly as if to emphasize the feeling.

"Good," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to feel every inch of me, to feel how I'm claiming you from the inside out."

He shifts his position slightly, angling his hips to hit even deeper inside you. He can feel your body responding to him, the way your muscles clench and tighten around him with every thrust.

"You're so tight," he groans, his hand still on your lower belly. "So hot and wet for me."

His fingers trace the outline of his cock on your lower belly, feeling the way it moves in and out of you with each thrust.

"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes fixed on the sight. "You look so damn good like this, all filled up with me."

He continues to watch, his eyes filled with a mixture of possessiveness and desire.

"I love seeing you like this," he murmurs, his hand still tracing patterns on your skin. "All mine, all spread out for me."

He can't help but smirk at the look on your face, your eyes glazed over with pleasure and your expression completely blissed out.

"You're so cock drunk for me," he says, his voice low and amused. "It's so damn hot."

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're completely at my mercy right now, aren't you?"

He nips at your earlobe, his hand still on your lower belly, feeling the way your body reacts to his words.

You glance down, your eyes widening as you see the outline of his cock twitching beneath his hand. He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees you looking.

"See what you do to me?" he growls, his hand pressing down slightly against your stomach. "You make me lose control like no one else can."

His pace becomes more erratic, his hips moving faster as he feels his own orgasm approaching.

"I'm so close," he grunts, his grip on your hip tightening as he holds you in place. "You're gonna make me come so hard."

He pulls out of you just in time, his cock slick with your juices as he takes it in his hand. With a low groan, he strokes himself a few more times before he comes, his release spilling out onto your stomach in hot spurts.

He watches as his cum lands on your skin, his chest heaving with exertion. He runs his fingers through the mess, smearing it all over your stomach as he admires the sight.

"Look at you," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Covered in my cum, marked as mine."

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't forget the feeling of me inside you, baby. The way I filled you up so perfectly."

He nips at your earlobe again, his hand still tracing patterns in the cum on your stomach.

"You're mine now, completely and utterly mine."

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ antihero mercenary bf x top male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . i can't- f-fuck- please! !! 🍒 :  antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚

a continuation ( and a redemption of the first one ) of the cockwarming ask by heart anon cw: cockwarming, brat taming, riding ( reader penetrating alessio )

ps: oh heart anon, I hope you can forgive me for messing up the last one and enjoys this one even more :,)) - Howl

“Sit still. Alessio.”

A whine follows the command. Your boyfriend’s head falls back onto your shoulder, and breathes in deep before letting a groan rumble out of his throat. One you can only roll your eyes at, while you keep reading.

And hour.

Punished to sit on your cock for an hour, not allowed to do anything but keep it warm and snug inside of his pretty little ass.

You’ve joked enough about how his ass feels as though it hasn’t taken you more than a few days in a row now. He’s clenching away at you like he’s depending on it

“Did you see what I wrote last week? On biological warfare and how it affects. . .” Oh and you ramble on as he zones out. The slight pulse and twitch of your cock sends him into dizzy episodes that feel like electricity sparking down his spine and up.

Breath so heavy he sounds like a dog panting slowly. You assume drool is trickling down his chin without him even knowing by now. You feel the squeeze of his tight ass around you. It is tempting. You could reach down to his cock and begin pumping away, perhaps? Oh but it would ruin the fun.

Is it really so painful? To sit still while you do your little rambles and research for him? He agreed to sit here with you, so why is he not enjoying it some more? Having you inside of him should be enough to make him sit and spill a bit.

Oh, but you might as well give the poor man on top of you a little grind. For good measures, no?

So you do, hips grinding upwards, your balls smacking against his skin after an experimental thrust. It felt too good not to. . . Damn this man and his tight ass. You have to wait with spreading him across the desk until later.

Patience is virtue and the key to torture him a little longer after being a brat since yesterday. Teasing you about your newest project.

He wants to tease? Then let him have some of it back.

His hips move downwards immediately to meet the grind. Before they buck desperately to see if you will chase after him and pull a few more whines from him.

Large, olive skinned hands clench around the seat of the chair. A groan escaping his lips when you do indeed follow. But grab onto his hips to smack him back down on you and keep him still.

“Fuck,” the hiss is music to your ears. Your eyes so full of lust that you do not display to him. However you are sure he can hear it just clear in the husky chuckle that manages past your lips.

“I told you to listen to me when I spoke. Now. Sit still.”

He lets out a cry of dismay, it is so unfair. You’re fucking with the man who’s libido rages on like a wildfire and you tell him to sit still and do nothing. This sort of punishment, it is too hard on him. Oh woes and tragedy!

“If you want it, stop crying, and beg.” What malicious words to tell him. But what else does he do, other than comply.

“Please, Please I beg of you to just start fucking me. I can’t takethisanymore— a-anhgh cariñooooooo!” His eyes roll back at the moment bliss hits him. You fuck up into him, hitting all of the spots that he has been spilling tears and drool for you to pound.

You, on the other hand, get to put your little work frustrations out of him. He minds not, as long as he gets to feel the hard and fast pace of your cock moving up against his gummy walls he is happy. And in turn he squeezes the life out of you.

“Ffffffffuuuuuuckkk. such a tight ass, that’s it. c’mon Arias. Take it.”

The pace itself sends you into a delirious state. Having felt his warmth around you so long made you realise just how good it feels to be moving around once more. Your hand gripping onto his hips to move him forwards to the desk. Leaving him bent over to take it all. Cock dripping with cum that soon spurts it instead as your hand comes to aid it’s weeping tip.

[certifiedsexed]

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Is it normal to be scared of sex because you are disabled? Like. What if my disability gets worse? Is it possible hip joints get worse after sex?

It's very normal, actually. Depending on your disability, sex can be difficult and sometimes make disabilities flare up and when you don't know how it's going to work, that can make things scarier!

As a disabled person myself, I was very scared of having sex for quite awhile because of not knowing how it would work for me and whether it would worsen my conditions. I've also spoken to many other disabled people with the same types of fears, you're not alone in this experience in the least.

Usually, sex doesn't worsen your actual disabilities. It very much depends on what type of sex you're having and what disabilities you have, but usually it doesn't.

It can absolutely make them flair up, especially if you have a physical disability like you're talking about, but it's usually not permanent.

I'd recommend looking into other people with your condition or similar and seeing if there are any recommendations or accomodations that are typically used during sex. It can be hard to find information on things like that but it definitely might be out there.

I'd also recommend if you do want to have sex, I'd start small and see if you can figure out what bothers your disability and what doesn't. If you're very worried and unsure, jumping in the deep end is rarely going to help but starting slow and working at your own pace might.

Let yourself get used to simpler things first and figure out how your body reacts.

As always, I'd like to mention that you don't have to have sex, Anon. It's an optional experience and you should get to chose how, when, where and with who you experience it with.

You're in charge of that, so if that fear means you don't want to have sex right now or ever, that's okay, you're allowed to make that choice.

Hope this helps! I'm afraid I rambled a bit more than your question might've required but disabled sex education is kinda one of my favorite subjects and this is a common question I've seen, so forgive me.

Let me know if you have any other questions. <3

[gabessquishytum]

Prince Dream/Palace Guard Hob

Dream [early 20s] uses his trusted personal guard Hob [40s] as a window into the lives of his subjects. At night when he bathes Hob stands in his room on the other side of a screen, watching the door and telling Dream stories. The laundress's new baby. The farmers' concern about the barley crop. The beekeeper's ongoing mead experiements.

One night Hob mentions offhand that the castle blacksmith has had it out for him ever since Hob fucked the blacksmith's son, a young man roughly Dream's age. Dream is. interested.

He asks for more detail. What did he look like? Who made the first move? Anytime Hob tries to skim over a detail, Dream makes him go back and recount it. 

Hob gets the gist quickly and, shameless as ever, tells the tale in explicit, filthy detail. He knows exactly what the soft, rhythmic splashing noises he can hear are. He tells Dream how the young man tasted when they first kissed, recounts the noises he made when Hob pushed him up against a wall and how it felt to grind his thigh between the boy's legs. How he fucked the sweet little cockslut bent over his own worktable while his father was away at market.

Soon Hob is hard in his trousers and Dream is whimpering behind him. A paper-thin screen is all that separates him from another desperate little slut.

Anon this is incredibly delicious and yummy.

The truth is, Dream has been lusting after his personal guard for several years now. He doesn't get a whole lot of contact with other people, so it's fair to say that his attention is fixated; he's a little bit obsessed. He dreams about Hob - his strong jaw and nose, the manly scent of him, his big rough hands. It's unbearable to know that Hob has been fucking other youths and hasn't given Dream the same attention! He didn't even push aside the screen and fuck Dream over his own bathtub when he clearly wanted to.

Well. Dream isn't a virgin - he's been well provided with willing young women and men to warm his bed. That's the trouble, though. They're young. So the next time the subject comes up with the manager of his household, Dream requests that his nighttime companions should be more... mature.

Dream smirks almost cruelly as he invites his newest companion into his bedroom - a man of around Hob’s age, bearded, dark haired. Hob’s hand hovers over his sword pommel. His expression doesn't change, but he almost radiates with jealousy. Dream sweetly tells him to step out and guard the door.

"I will be sure to tell you all about it in exquisite detail later, when I take my bath." Dream whispers. "And perhaps you will learn your lesson - do not keep me wanting, ever again."

Needless to say, Hob kicks the new 'companion' out through the door, and fucks his slutty prince against the windowsill so everyone can hear who the little royal whore really belongs to.

[velvetvexations]

Saw your tags on that binder post and I thought I’d share that my first introduction to chest binding was actually through the lolita community! A lot of big name japanese brands are not exactly size inclusive and did NOT cater to anyone with more than an A cup, so I did see quite a lot of safe binding advice and methods on blogs and forums back in the day before more inclusive brands became available, ranging from sports bra to actual proper binders. I’m probably not the only example of the “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress” to “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress and gender reasons)” pipeline, but plenty of other lolitas I know are still cis women who just do it on occasion or for specific pieces that aren’t very forgiving on the tits! I doubt that a single niche fashion subculture is the reason for those binders being marketed towards cis women so heavily, but I thought this was a funny anecdote :)

Fascinating!

patricia taxxon shit really fucking hurts. i dont want to be effected by a random internet microcelebrity not liking transdudes, that happens often enough. but god her music and essays got me through really rough shit and it really hurts to see someone i looked up to for well written essays and work fall back on the bullshit arguments used to deny my lived experiences. it really really fucking hurts, especially with how it feels barely anyone will talk about or call it out. i thought trfs were something id have to look hard for, and seeing their rhetoric creep into the fucking music i listen to and tumblrs i follow really truly scares me

I'm sorry, anon. I love you a lot. <3

“You shouldn’t break up the trans community into groups!” The TRFs literally came up with a way to break up the community via TMA/TME. They are actively distancing themselves from the community by baking fearmongering into their ideology. God forbid we create a term about sticking together against a group within the community that’s inherently dividing?

lmao literally

Just had my first time getting sexually harassed by a woman as a percieved cis man and commiserating afterwards with a cis man about how we're all just supposed to be cool with being treated like that. It's a weird experience and somehow going through the same things mostly from women as a girl then nonbinary then a trans guy it feels the same but the flavors change. I know the discourse is literally nothing but it makes me feel like my feelings shouldn't matter because of the male privilege. And I even did my civic duty and took the brunt of it away from the other trans man who was getting it worse because of his percieved feminine traits which people also like to pretend doesn't happen. All of it is just stupid.

It's fine, she was a woman and you're a man so that was praxis sexual harassment.

honestly i think a better predictor of how much autonomy a child is able to have over their presentation is probably whether the child is disabled moreso than agab, like i not only wasn't allowed to have my hair too short, i also wasn't allowed to have it too long for a chunk of my childhood because it took me awhile to understand how to brush my hair (because i was afraid to because i am hypersensitive to touch and my mother would always brush my hair in a way that hurt so much i would cry), and my mother would bitch and moan about how difficult i was about it (because she was hurting me and did not listen when i told her this) and so i wasn't allowed to have longer hair until i could brush it myself. ultimately the biggest factor is always the attitude of the parents though

God, so much of my shit with my mother was over my hair, it still really gets to me.

TRF is like the whole voting for face eating panthers. But it’s like TERFs are the panthers and TRFs are a cheetah, like “I’m a kind of cat too so they won’t eat my face as long as I eat faces too right?” WRONG they see you as prey, they won’t spare you because they see a fellow cat, they’ll eat your face cuz you’re not a panther!

cis women will like me if I explain to them how I'm -taxonomically- a woman

it’s insane to me that ‘it’s bad to hate someone for an uncontrollable part of their identity no matter who they are’ is a controversial take now

we've regressed

when people say ‘um ackshually i can say i want all men to die and if you tell me “men see these things and go far right because they think it’s true” then you are blaming women for men’s bad behaviour’ i just immediately assume that this person is stupid as fuck like. if a teenage boy goes online to see what feminism is about and is bombarded with ‘kill all men’ ‘all men are rapists’ etc then OBVIOUSLY he’s not gonna want to be feminist. it is really not that fucking hard to understand. people don’t wanna be in spaces that are cruel to them for an aspect of their identity that they cannot control it’s not ‘blaming women for misogynistic men’ to say that. it’s just fucking true. people are so stupid it actually pains me

unfortunately radfem juice is addictive

[strnilolover]

strnilolover’s appreciation post !!

i’ve been seeing everyone do this and i feel as though it’s only right to do the same because i have to many amazing people who i’ve gotten to know and interact with on the time i’ve been on here for. <3

i want everyone to know that i love you ALL. i am so proud of each and everyone of you and i’m ALWAYS here when ever you need me or what to talk!

there’s so many more amazing people, but these right here are pretty much my ride or die’s and i would do anything for them just to see them happy!

@hearts4werka - vera, you were one of the first people that i talked to in my dm’s ever. tbh i was so nervous to at first because you are one of the people i look up to. you’ve always been so supportive and such a sweet soul every-time we talk. your writing is amazing and i love when we’re able to share ideas with one another. you’re full of so much energy even when it’s late at night for you or early in the morning. always saying good morning to me or telling me to get my ass to bed when i need to. i love all of your series and im so excited to see what others you come up with in the future as well as au’s! please dont ever die. i love you!

@adoreechxmpion - bri, when we first started talking it was so fun right off the bat. and the way we met was undeniably hilarious. i love talking to you when i get the chance, you always brighten up my day and make me feel happy. your writing too is just *chefs kiss*. i also love hearing about your day and how you’re doing when you tell me. you’re always so so sweet and such a lovable person, even when things get rough for you. i love you!

@sturniqloo - lili, we started talking through bri and honestly it’s been AMAZING. you are such a hype woman fr and your bots that you make are to fucking die for. you’re always so kind and was willing to help me with my dealer!chris when i was having a hard time trying to figure him out. i always love talking to you even if we have such a big time difference. i love you!

@endereies - kay, we just started talking about a week ago (or less) and it feels like i’ve known you for a while which is crazy. i love spilling my thoughts to you and it’s always fun to see little pictures or videos of what you’re doing when you send them to me. if i’m being honest, i was also nervous to talk to you because i see you as one of the bigger accounts on here, and your writing is to die for. but, you’re such a sweet person and someone who isn’t afraid to share their mind (dirty or not LMAO). i love you!

@victoriassadcorner - vee, i met you through bri as-well. i know we haven’t talked much, but it’s always fun seeing you and bri interact and knowing that i can jump in the conversation and you guys won’t mind. you are such a kind hearted soul and deserve every good thing that you get. (we need to talk more!!). i love you!

@phone4pills - slow, we don’t talk very often or interact as much as i want to but i will make sure to do that more! you’re such an inspiration and someone i also look up to when i’m writing or making au’s. you are so so sweet and gentle, letting me come into your inbox and talk about anything and everything when i do decide to. your writing and au’s are LITERALLY amazing. i’m so glad i was able to meet someone like you. i love you!

@cayleeuhithinknott - caylee, we may also not interact much, but when we do i absolutely love it! i was here for your other account before it got banned, being an anon on it because i still get scared to make requests for things or send in ideas even when i shouldn’t be. but when i did reveal myself, you were so happy and it felt like such a relief. i’m still sad that tumblr decided to remove your other account for no reason because your works on there were amazing and your works now still are! i definitely want to talk more in the future! i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws - rose, you were someone i didn’t even think i would be mutuals with. but i’m glad that we are. when ever i talk to you or pop up in your inbox, you’re always so kind and sweet. you’re someone i definitely look up to big time when it comes to writing, seeing how you piece your works together and how good they are and how much sentimental value they have to you makes me admire you that much more. and you’re such a talented writer. we may not talk much, but it’s always so fun when we do! i love you!

@sagesturns - sage, i always love when you pop into my inbox! telling me about what you’re doing or how your day is going and asking about mine in return. i always love hearing about what you’re working on too!! and your writing? i absolutely love it. you’re such an easy person to talk to and ease into conversations with! and i just want you to know that i am proud of you! i love you!

@sturniololuv08 - bri, honestly it was a surprise on how easily i slid into conversation with you one day when you started talking to me. we’ve only been talking for a little over a month and you’ve been nothing but an amazing person! and you’ve introduced me to some really great people like @chrissbug333 and @abbilmao . your writing is absolutely amazing and i love hearing all the wild ideas that run through your head and what things you’re writing and hearing the process of how they’re written out. you work so hard, not just in writing, but in real life too. always busting your ass and not getting enough sleep, that’s something i admire because i want to be just as hard working and driven as you are even if it’s hard to be. i love you!

@marrykisskilled - i absolutely ADORE you. you always like my posts and when you talk to me you’re just the SWEETEST. you also reblog my writing when i post and it makes me so so happy. i would absolutely love to talk to you more! i know you’re such a kind person just from how you interact with others and myself. i love you!

@strniloslvts - angie, you are such a talented writer!! your book that you’re writing right now is absolutely amazing so far and i LOVE IT. i also love when you come into my inbox a million times a day to ask how i’m doing or to tell me about what you’re doing. you always interact with my posts too and it makes me happy to know that you enjoy them! i definitely want to talk more to you whenever you have the chance! i love you!

@bluestriips - adelaide, you are SUCH A HYPE WOMAN. you’re always reblogging my posts and writings and i absolutely adore you for it!! you’re always so sweet to me and everyone i see you interact with! i haven’t gotten a chance to read your stuff on wattpad but i promise i will get to it and when i do i will let you know how much i LOVE IT. we don’t talk much but i want to! you seem like such a nice person and i can see it in little pieces that are here on tumblr. i love you!

@biieberfever - you are always sending me ideas and asks about my writings and au’s! i have you to thank for my adhd!reader au that i write for. we may not talk much, but your writing is amazing even if you’re only starting out! i love when we’re able to talk because you’re ideas are so good and i just know that when you post more writings, theyre just going to get better! i love you!

@ariestrxsh - aries, your writing is LITERALLY AMAZING. every-time i read it, it literally makes me just want to keep coming back because you have such an amazing way of constructing your works. your pizza boy chris and chratt fics? 😮‍💨 blows me away every time i read them. you’re so sweet to your anons and to whoever talks to you! and your advice you give them or telling them it’ll be okay really shows how much of an amazing person you are. i would love to talk more! i definitely have to pop into your inbox more lmao. i love you!

@chrislilcumslvt - marls, you are normally always one of the first people to like any of my things when i post and are just so so active. i literally love how sweet you are and how funny you are when interacting with others. and i see the way you comfort people, i know it takes a toll to be a person to comfort others but you are such an amazing soul! and how the first time we ever talked in my dm’s was to show you what i looked like and how SWEET YOU WERE TO ME??? i literally love you so much and want to talk to you more!!

@sweetshuga - isa, i am SO proud of you and how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time. the hype and love you get on your fics are so very deserved. your writing is phenomenal and i eat it up EVERY time. i loved our little talk session we had the other night, you just get me and i LOVE IT. you are literally so pretty and so so so talented and kind. i’m so glad i was able to stumble across and meet you! we definitely need to talk more <3

@ifwdominicfike - avery, your writing is so so so good (especially that sub!chris blurb earlier? OMG) i love everytime i get tagged in a new work of yours because i know it’s going to be good every time. i also love whenever you interact with me or reblog my things! it’s always so fun having our little interactions. i’m definitely going to talk to you more because you seem like such a awesome person! i love you!

@shadowthesim - honey, you are someone who i will talk to here and there. and everytime we do, i enjoy it! i’m so glad you decided to start posting your writings because you are AMAZING! and i had such a fun time trying to teach you how to use the gradient text and even helping you when you needed it! i’m so glad your fics get attention because they deserve them!! never stop writing boo, you’re doing amazing! i love you!

and to @her-favorite-deactivated2024111 who is no longer on here - kendra, you were the first person i ever started to talk to when i didn’t even have any writings on my blog. i always sent you ideas i had or little requests as talking to you through your inbox was such fun. you are such a sweet and kind person and i was lucky enough to have found you because if i didn’t, i probably wouldn’t be posting my writings and i wouldn’t have found all these amazing people i know today. you pushed me to post what i wrote, telling me that the right audience would love it and support me for it, and you were right. your writings were so amazing and i’m still sad that you decided to leave. but, i know it was for your own health! i’ll still be here when you decide to come back, for now i know you deserve a break to focus on yourself. i love you so much <3