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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like itâs no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they donât even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it⊠-đ
PART ONE â© PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+
BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguinâs latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesnât make the news, but an age gap does.
You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why heâs so dangerous, heâs such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, heâs the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. Heâs so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like youâre asking for it later.
To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce wonât get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.
One time when youâve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and youâre excited, but in a much realer sense thereâs a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, heâs terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if heâd had it his way a lady wouldnât wait on a gentleman. Youâve already fantasized this might be it, heâs finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps heâs getting ready so heâll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.
Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruceâll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he wonât be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. Youâve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath youâ
â⊠and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.â
âDonât worry, birdboy, I wonât tell your old manââ
Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.
Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair thatâs grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.
âOh,â DICK GRAYSON says. Heâs no stranger to walking in on something he shouldnât see. âSorry, didnât see you there.â
âNice outfit.â JASON TODD adds, and you can tell heâs making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.
Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. âWe just have to⊠get something.â He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.
The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. âWhatâre you doing here, missy? You look a little young.â Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.
âYeah, are you looking for someone?â Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.
You hesitate to say anything, you donât know these people. âIâm waiting on someone.â A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didnât help.
âYouâre not a hooker, are you?â Jasonâs blunt nature shines through in his question, not that heâs intrigued or judgmental, just curious.
Your first instinct is to be offended heâd say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. âWhat? No! Andâ!â It dawns on you that you shouldnât put down sex work, youâre overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. âIt wouldnât matter if I was.â you say, quieter this time.
âSure, it does. Iâve got cash on me.â Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.
âJason, shut up. She doesnât know youâre trying to get under her skin.â Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesnât notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. âWhoever youâre waiting on is a lucky guy.â he says, and by his tone youâre unsure if itâs a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second youâre weak in the knees.
A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. âSheâs with me.â Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. âJason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.â
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okay wait cuz what about jason tries to make his pillow princess work for it to see what happens but she just gets soo tired easily :(( she doesnt know how to work in sex!!! so jay feels all bad (even tho seeing her struggle to please him does make him feel things) and takes control!!
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MDNI 18+

a/n: i love all of your requests sm anon đ”âïżœïżœïżœđ”âđ«
âcome on sweetheart, it ainât that hard,â jason cooed as he watched you bounce on his cock, your lips out in a pout whilst you whined. âs-so tired jacey,â your thighs were burning as you barely caught your breath. your chest was going up and down heavily with each breath you took, your arms trembling as they gripped his broad shoulders.
âsometimes you need to work for what you want, canât have you just layinâ down looking all pretty whilst i do every can i?â
yes he can, and that was exactly what you wanted. you loved being a his little pillow princess, just laying down taking his cock whilst he did everything. now you actually had to work to get some sort of release and you werenât sure if it was even worth it.
you were all hot and bothered, your hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks flushed from your frantic and desperate movements. ât-tired,â you mumbled, your movements slowing down.
a low chuckle escaped jason, âworn you out have i?â he teased, his large calloused hand touching your cheek softly. âwant me to take over?â
you nodded eagerly, you were already knocked out from a couple of minutes, you werenât going to handle this for any longer. jason didnât hesitate to take over as he switched your position from cowgirl to a mating press, his large body pinning you down.
âsuch a pathetic little thing arenât ya?â he grunted as his thrusts picked up, his balls slapping against your ass. âcanât even bounce in it hm?â
secretly though, jason loved it. he loved how pathetic and dependent you were on him to make you feel good, how only he could make you come. âthis feel better sweet thing?â
ây-yes jacey,â you moaned as your arms tightened around his neck, âbet it does, you making all of those sweet cute noises.â jason loves the way your mouth opened in an âoâ shape, and how your eyes would roll back with each thrust.
ânow tell me why i should let you come sweet thing, youâve barley worked for it.â
âm-mph, donât be mean jacey,â you whined as you snuggled into his neck, attempting to give kisses as a poor attempt of persuading him. âtrying to bribe me with kisses now huh?â he smirked seeing how pathetic you were. âdidnât think you were that desperate.â
âp-please jacey, let me come?â you pleaded as sweetly as you could, giving him your best puppy eyes. jasonâs eyes sparkled seeing your face, âaw sweetheart, you really want to come hm?â
ânext time you need to work for it alright? iâll be nice this time.â
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CL: guess the heat drives people crazy
pairing(s): charles leclerc x artist!reader
summary: youâre not used to having a boyfriend, let alone having a famous one. though youâd like to think youâre taking your new found status as a wag in your stride. charles certainly thinks so. [smau] [part 2 to this fic]
fc: faceless and some alexandra saint mleux
a/n: sorry this took so long! i was honestly kinda unsure how i wanted to do this. i wasnât sure if i wanted to do a little storyline but i basically ended up just doing a bunch of little snapshots of their relationship đ
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ynusername wildflowers, the waves where we met, on the way to our first dinner
chloegarelli i did that!âđ»âđ»
‷ ynusername okay đ dont get too big for ur britches
user1 is thatâŠâŠ..?
‷ user2 CHARLES RIGHT?
‷ user1 yes wtf!?
‷ user3 you are delusional you can only see his hands
‷ user2 AND?? he is in her likes
rowan we did it joeâŒïž
‷ chloegarelli four years in the making iktr
‷ chloegarelli iâd like to thank the american people and iâd like to thank democracy for this win
‷ ynusername we are MONEGASQUE?
‷ ynusername anyway u guys are the most insane couple i have ever met
‷ rowan and youâre stuck with us foreverrrr
user4 no one is talking about how adorable this is. the waves where we met like UR KIDDING!
‷ user5 if she is actually dating charles then he is literally the luckiest man alive
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f1wagupdates âŒïžđš new wag alert đšâŒïž monegasque painter yn yln has been spotted getting cozy with charles on his yacht. itâs believed they met while on holiday in italy several months agođ„ș
user1 fell to my knees in the grocery store
‷ user1 THAT SHOULD BE ME
‷ user1 but if it had to be anyone else im glad its her
user2 oh i KNEW that was him on her instagram three months ago. vindication.
user3 stop she is so pretty
‷ user4 like attracts like
rowan cats out of the bag @chloegarelli
‷ chloegarelli WE DID THIS EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU
‷ user5 thank you oh my god
‷ user6 THANK YOU
‷ charlesleclerc thank youđ
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user7 need to see them together at a race
‷ user8 CHARLES GET HER ON THE PADDOCK
‷ charlesleclerc đ«Ą
ynusername oh my god. not the picture of him pushing me into the waterđ
‷ user9 OH i love her ur honour
‷ f1wagupdates IâM SORRY!
‷ rowan donât apologise its so perfect
‷ charlesleclerc Stop I tripped!!!!!!!!! I told you!!!!!
‷ ynusername u did NOT trip!!!!
‷ user10 they are my everything wtf

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ynusername charles, the week we met we talked about what the monaco gp meant to you. the place your dreams took root, the one race you wanted so badly it hurt, the city you wanted to love you back. i could feel your yearning for that win as deeply as i feel for my own ambitions. i knew then that we understood each other like i have never understood anyone else in my life. and i knew, somehow i knew, that you would be on the top step of that podium. charles, i am endlessly proud of you and all the hard work you did to get here. you deserve this. i love you. and monaco loves you.
user1 charles monaco gp win you are everything to me
user2 theyâre in love in love!!! WTFFFF
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user3 god let me have what they have i cant handle this
chloegarelli im tearing up yall are like my babies
user4 HE DID IT!!!!
charlesleclerc oh I love you I love you I love you
‷ charlesleclerc How would I have done this without you?
‷ ynusername I am so proud of you baby. I love you â€ïž
‷ user5 this interaction changed lives
‷ user6 how do i reasonably find love after this. how am i supposed to be satisfied with anything less???
đš i just KNOW her caption would make the rounds on tumblr
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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didnât make? Sheâd deny everything at first, using an excuse style âI trippedâ âfell on the showerââŠbut he wouldnât believe that crap, not one bit!
I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<
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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.
the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.
he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.
after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...
you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.
you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.
he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.
"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.
"liar."
you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.
you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.
"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."
there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."
"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.
"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.
"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.
"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.
tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."
your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.
"one last chance princess."
you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."
tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.
"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.
his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.
"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."
you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.
tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.
he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."
he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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heeey can ask for a roommate James in which the air conditioning ends up going out and it's unbearable hot and the reader ends up going to sleep in James' room (which in the end doesn't solve her problem because James is a human heater that gets stuck with him) - đ
đđĄđđ«đąđ§đ đ đđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ«đšđšđŠđąđ đđđŠđđŹ đđšđđđđ« â.ïœĄ.:* roommate!jamespotter x reader wc: 1k
The heat is unbearable. The late July warmth is flooding your small apartment, only managing to be endurable with the work of a shitty floor fan, stolen from James room, now placed in front of your couch. Your luck ran out this morning when the air-con decided to terminate itself on the hottest day of the year. Of course.
You nurse a cold bottle of water head laid back against the pile of pillows resting on the couch. You hear the familiar click of a lock but donât bother to look up, the movement alone could make you sweat in this weather. âHeyâ James said, voice cheery as he took in your exhausted figure laid sprawled out on the couch.Â
âAir-conâs still broken, wonât be fixed till Mondayâ You groaned, still not moving. The thought of even just a weekend stuck without it is too much to bare. âWell I brought you dumplings if that makes it any better?â James confesses placing the plastic bag of takeaway containers on the bench before pulling off his gym bag and throwing it towards the door.Â
At that you pull your sweaty body off the sticky leather and make your way to the kitchen. You take in James' figure standing tall before you. Beads of sweat fall from his curls, either from the heat or the gym. Both probably. Heat was kind to James, unlike others. Summer made his skin turn tan and glowy adding to his already god-like presence. Sweat never made him smell bad, instead it made his enticing scent even more notable making it hard to be around him. Just like now.
James serves himself a hefty portion from each container, still leaving enough for you. You take your serve and move to sit on the couch next to him. God, just sitting next to him has your skin rising in temperature even more than before. Your cheeks feel flushed as you try to distract yourself with the meal in front of you.Â
You can feel his hazel eyes examining you closely. âYou okay lovey?â. Ugh, that stupid nickname that always has you melting at the knees. âYeah, sorry James. Itâs just the heat is making my brain all fuzzyâ You sputter out. âI guess Iâll just have to go to bed early.â You joke with a nervous laugh.Â
âWanna take the fan tonight?â He offers, spooning the last mouthful from his plate into his mouth. âNo no itâs fineâ brushing off his words as you take his plate along with yours and flee to the kitchen to busy yourself with washing up.
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The evening winds bring the heat down from unbearable to unfavourable. Even in your thinnest pyjamas with the sheets brushed off and away from yourself, it still feels like you're sleeping in an oven. You should have just taken that fan. You make a mental note to go out and buy one tomorrow, there's no way you can survive another night like this.Â
James walks past your door, a maroon towel wrapped securely around his trained waist. âYou going to bed?â he asks, holding another, smaller, towel in his hand to scrunch at his damp curls. âTrying too, might end up in a puddle by the morningâ You croak. Warm eyes take in your frame, tracing your hips before making their way back to your flushed face. âIf you get hot you're always welcome to come to my room, there's plenty of space in my bed.â James says almost nervously, like he was anxious for your reaction to such a bold offer.
The thought of James beautifully bronzing skin against your back is enticing. But the thought of not being able to control your thoughts with him asleep beside you is less ideal. âThank Jamesâ You reply, offering him a polite smile. âGoodnightâ.Â
"Goodnight, loveâ He speaks with a wink, usual demeanour back, before turning away and leaving you with flushed cheeks and weak knees.
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Lifting your head you peer at the alarm clock resting on your side table. 3 am. Your brain is bone-tired and exhausted. Youâve been internally battling yourself on forfeiting to James' offer and just slipping under his sheets. Instead, you wander to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water to occupy your thoughts.
Setting your cup down by the dishwasher you decide to just bite the bullet. Feet softly padding on the floor, you are met with the front of James door. Knocking softly on the hardwood, you twist the knob open and peek inside. There lay James fast asleep, hair spread across his pillow and chest very much bare.
Heâs clad in nothing but his boxers, arms clinging to the pillow in front of him. You step towards his bed, taking the pillow carefully from between his arms and slip in the space left behind. His sheets are significantly cooler than yours, thanks to the fan facing directly where you now lay. Resting your head on the pillow, your body finally feels as if it can sleep.
Seconds later, muscular arms wrap around your torso pulling you flush to a warm chest. James' warm chest. His hand reaches down to hold onto your lower stomach, digging into the fat, not letting go. His body was like a human furnace, one you canât pull away from either due to his iron grip on your waist.Â
But maybe itâs a sacrifice worth taking. His heat pulls you to sleep as you breathe in his delicious scent, eyes falling shut and breath falling soft as you sink deeper and deeperâŠ
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James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: James is the best boyfriend while you're sick.
Genre: Fluffy <3
Warnings: having a cold, germs, mentions of being contagious? really none lmao i'm just over cautious
~ for my lovely đanon! enjoy! ~
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
You're convinced you're dying and no matter how much your boyfriend promises you you're not, you still feel miserable.
"No, no," you shake your head, your nose running obnoxiously as you blow into another tissueâyou could start a whole collection by now. "you don't u-understand. My body is crumbling as we speak," you tell him as you're curled up in your bed, under a bunch of blankets and wearing James's warmest and favorite sweatshirt.
James sits by you, one hand pressed against your forehead and he frowns, suppressing a small smile. "Is that so? Guess I'll have to glue you back together again then," he hums softly.Â
Your eyes narrow and then you cough loudly, your throat hoarse, "You aren't funny."
James feigns hurt. "Ouch," he strokes your hairline with his thumb, looking at you fondly, and then gives in as his eyes soften. "I'm sorry. I can feel you burning up, I know you must feel very ill, hm?"Â
You nod, sitting up against the pillows as you cough again. The sound sounds horrible. James leans closer, his expression morphing into concern. Your eyes widen as guilt dawns on you and you panic, pulling away from him.Â
"Jamie, no, I'll contaminate you!" you practically shriek.
James raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Contaminate me? Darling, you aren't diseased."Â
You sniffle and whisper, "You don't know that."Â
James can't help himself. He laughs, and the sound is a beautiful melody as he shakes his head. Still, he listens and pulls away from you. He sits back and thinks for a moment. "I'm gonna run to the store and grab you some things okay, I don't think this cold will disappear on its own, lovely."
You sniffle again, feeling sorry for yourself as you prepare to blow into another tissue. "If you leave me now, I'll surely perish," you state quite dramatically as James stands. He sends you a look as if to say be serious, his dark curls falling before his eyes.
You sniff, sending him a look in return as if to say, I am serious and James just leans over to kiss your forehead and then press another sloppy kiss on your cheek.Â
"James!" You exclaim as he kisses you, alarmed.
"If I'm sick, I'm sick," he states seriously, gently cradling your chin as he strokes your skin carefully. "A silly little cold isn't gonna dictate when I can or can't kiss my darling girlfriend."
Your chest loosens at this and you feel a sense of warmth and relief at his words. You want to protest and tell him he's putting himself in harm's way for no reason. But, instead, you relish in the feeling of his lips on your skin and you sink into the pillows as you wait for his return.Â
When he does return, you rouse from your small nap and let out a weak cough. Your eyes are bleary as you blink them furiously. "Oh, sweets, have I woken you?" he says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard and you almost melt.
You sit up and rub your eyes as James sits beside you again, resting the glass of water he'd brought in on the bedside table, and then drops the brown paper bag near your hip. He rummages inside and lays out an array of medicine, candies, and almost four boxes of tissues.
Having been feeling a little better from your sleep, you joke, "I'm not dying, am I?"
James chuckles and hands you some medicine for you. You swallow it reluctantly, pouting up at your boyfriend. He rests his hand on your forehead again, smiling.
"No, you aren't dying," he whispers, "far from it. Your temperature seems to have gone down, which is really good."
You nod, still tired as you reach for James's other hand and play with his fingers. "Can you make me some tea?" you ask bashfully.Â
James frowns, smiling a little as his fingers gently pinch your cheek. "Of course, love. Don't be embarrassed. I'd move the moon for you."
You cough again, the sound much lighter already. "Kinds dramatic, no?" you whisper.
"No. Not really. It's all true," James pauses, his voice turning serious, "for you, I'd do absolutely anything." He kisses your forehead again, and this time you don't even want to protest.Â
tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @fruticake
#james potter#james potter fanfiction#james potter fanfic#james potter marauders#james potter fic#james potter imagine#james potter imagines#james potter x reader#james potter fluff#james potter blurb#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#marauder james potter#james potter x fem!reader#Marauders#the marauders#marauders era#the marauders era#marauders fic#marauders harry potter#marauders fanfiction#hp marauders#marauders imagine#marauders imagines#aaron taylor johnson#đanon
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HELLO I AM BACK AND I ENTERED THE VOID!!!!!
To everyone reading this: the void is real. You can do it. You can reach the void state. Just relax
And trust me, I know how hard it is to relax when you want to enter so fucking bad. My circumstances fucking suck, yet I still did it. Persist, persist, persist.
I tried so many different methods and none of them were working for me. So I decided to reprogram my mind with High Frequency Guruâs void videos. I used two (that I canât link bc Iâm sending this anonymously but Iâm dmâing them to you) and downloaded them and just listened throughout the day. I listened until I got annoyed by them, switched to something else (music or a different unrelated video), then switched back to HFGâs videos.
Today, I laid down on my bed horizontally. I did this to avoid falling asleep, since laying with my legs crossed or on top of my blanket still made me fall asleep. Then, I put on Alunirâs void method. After that, I played an ASMR video. After the ASMR, I played a shifting meditation Iâd never used before.
I moved during Alunirâs video bc I had an itch, but stayed still during the ASMR video and just focused on the voice in the videos. When I couldnât feel my body, I just started saying âI Amâ over and over again in my head. I entered about 10 minutes into the meditation video (and then got too excited so I âwoke upâ from the void)
BUT if I did it once, I can do it again!!!! And next time I enter, Iâm leaving with ALL my desires fulfilled
Thank you thank you thank you đ©·đ©·đ©·
If it werenât for you, I wouldnât be here. I wouldnât have made so much progress in such little time. I would quite literally not be here anymore.
Thank you SO much. I literally sobbed when I got out of the void bc itâs real and I finally did it đ„čđ©·
-đ
HELLOOOO MY FIRST SUCCESS STORY FROM THE BEST ANON EVER HERE
đ has been struggling with the void and her mindset for a minute, but she finally entered the void in such a short amount of time by simply persisting and not caring about her circumstances. sheâs truly amazing and hardworking!!
thank you for sharing your story, itâs insanely motivating and shows how simple entering the void is, and also thank you for listening to me and my advice and continuing to fight on đ€§đ„°đ€
LINKS:
high frequency gruâs void state self hypnosis
alunir void state guided meditation
asmr sleep meditation: shifting timelines
void state meditation
#đ anon#void state experience#void state#void state success#void state success story#reality shifting#desired reality#voidblr#shiftblr#law of assumption#meditation#void#void succes story
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i'm soooo stuck on bunny!reader gettin too squirmy w rafe while he's fucking her n how if he just gently tugs on that pink cottontail plug, she's limp. absolutely out!!! :( just like that. it's sooo easy and i think that's part of why rafe loves it - đ
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you just get so fussy sometimes, squirming and whining when heâs pummelling your slick little holeâ relentlessly holding you down and pounding you after a long day of you simply not listening. it wasnât on purpose, and he knew that. you were unfocused, too warm under the sun as rafe and the boys played golf. sometimes you just got like this, and the oldest cameron had come to learn that you often just needed a system reboot, that being having this particular mood fucked out of you.
your leg is cocked up on the soft mattress, plush ass jiggling and whole body jolting with each thrust he delivered from behind â swollen clit dragging on the sheets enough to make you cry. you wonât stay still, wriggling and writhing just enough to make rafe grit his teeth, forcing your hands to rest at the small of your back, your boyfriend using them as handlebars.
âstop fighting.â he warns, and you donât stopâ shoving your tear-stricken cheek harder into the pillow as you try to withdraw your cunt from having his cock buried inside. âhey.â he gives your ass a non committal slap, hoping the threat of something harder was enough to get you to relax. âyâyou know, you got the easiest job in the worldâ to lay there nâfuckinâ take it, and you still make it hard work for me. âthink thatâs fair on me? huh?â he complains and you only whine in response, violently trying to free your wrists from his grasp.
he transfers the grip into one of his hands, and instinctively the other comes down to give the bunnytail plug that had been in your ass that had been tickling his pelvis with each thrust a threatening tug. without skipping a beat, you drop your body flat to the bed, a weak but satisfied groan leaving you along with a shudder.
âyeaaah. needed that little fuckinâ tail pulled, didnât you? so god damn weak. yâreally my slut, huh?â he punctuates the question with a winded chuckle, adjusting his hand to grip the back of your neck and speeding up his thrusts. to match the slap of his thighs on your ass cheeks, comes his own little grunt of exertion, quiet little âmmâmmâmmâs to match his speedy pace.
soon, youâre pliant â whimpering out relieved little cries as his base becomes creamy from your release. heâll pocket that little âtrickâ in the future to get you to behave.
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u love raping kids? u should kys. ill make sure all u worthless radqueer whores get wiped out and fucked to death. GROOMING CHILDREN AND RAPING ANIMALS AND CORPSES IS FUCKING SICK THEY CANNOT CONSENT TO U UGLY FUCKING BITCHES. FATASS FREAKS. UR FAMILY AND FRIENDS HATE U SO JUST END IT ALL. u have no personality, being a rapist is ur only 'special trait'. kys kys kys kys kys. JUMP. DO IT. WORTHLESS DUMBFUCK. EVEN UR OWN COMMUNITY HATES U. AND NO I AM NOT FUCKING JERKING OFF WHILE TYPING THIS STFU PEDOS.
what
#omg first hate ask celebration?? đ#also holy shit i think ive seen this anon before#radqueer#pro radqueer#rq đđ#pro rq đđ#rqcđđ#rq safe#radqueer please interact#transid#pro transid#transid please interact
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hi zom its đanon here :P, i saw some post about caleb as a commercial pilot and i cant get it out of my head, i jus know the day ur on a flight he'd make everyone know about it and embarrass the fuck out of u omg
UGH yes heâs so annoying sighs dreamily
Somehow he always finds out about a trip of yours and somehow heâs always the one flying your plane. You ask him about it but alas heâs dodgy on the subject.
Sometimes if first class has open seating heâll pay the difference and move your seat so youâre closer to him :(. Heâll even get the flight attendants to sneak you extra snacks if he can. Regardless of whether or not youâre in first class, despite how luxurious it is compared to where you normally sit, you still manage to leave utterly mortified.
Heâs a well loved pilot. Many passengers excite at the idea that heâs at the head of their plane, enjoying the smooth sailing through the air and a safe journey. But not for you. At least not mentally.
The second you board heâs already zeroed in on you and frankly you know better than to assume a peaceful ride. You sink into your seat immediately and itâs not long before the overhead intercom sounds loud and raspy above your head.
Heâll run through all the safety protocols like usual in his charming upbeat style. Until he doesnât.
âAll righty, thatâs it. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Also, beware of the pretty lady in seat B4. She bites.â
sybau <\\3
Everyone whoâs a regular traveler probably knows abt you.
Oh and believe that he will be back to pick you up and fly you home itâs never a discussion and you never know how he does it so youâve grown to stop asking
Itâs always worth it though when you finish getting your luggage and he hops out of the plane to send you off with a sweet kissâor two or three youâve lost count at this pointâand watches you leave with the crowd before heading back to his seat.
:((
#heâd have to keel over before you board any other aircraft but his#youâd have to wait at least a 100 years after just to make sure heâs dead too#idk how accurate Iâm being rn in terms of flight experience I hope itâs not distracting oml#love and deepspace caleb#lnds caleb#caleb x reader#lads#love and deepspace#lads caleb#đanon#zomg.dropbox
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what are our thoughts on âjust the tipâ + bbf!carlos? maybe youâre still a virgin at that point and carlos convinces you he wonât go all the way in, he wonât cum inside, itâs just so he can test to see how you feelâmaybe heâs working on a project and he convinces the reader he needs something to destress. do we think carlos would gaslight you into thinking he didnât just use you as a cum dump or would he just blame you and your greedy cunt? maybe both? đ”âđ«
- đ
oh đ nonnie, everytime i get an ask from you i always giggle because your ideas are ALWAYS so good.ïżŒ
as for this, GOD this is so bbf!carlos. hear me out. maybe itâs not him doing the project.. but her đ maybe she has a human biology project and for whatever reason, something about sex/orgasms/pleasure ect ect, and she speaks to carlos about it. heâs her good friend, and heâs very smart!!
and he convinces you that, well, actual demonstrations are better than just words!! and youâre nervous because.. youâve never done anything like that. youâre scared, youâre worried. but carlos is cooing, cupping your face and whispering to you.
âah princesa, itïżœïżœll be okay. just the tip.â
and you trust him. carlos doesnât lie, carlos always helps you out.
and thatâs how you end up on your bed, crying and whining as carlosâ thick shaftâ i mean, tipâ stretches you out as he fucks you.
his groans, moans and touches are delectable, and the pleasure helps distract you from the pain. this is all for research.. all for just that. nothing else. just carlos helping.
as for after he cums right inside your raw cunt? of course heâs gaslighting you. you tell him you feel sticky, something warm.. but he just laughs and tuts.
âcariño, remember our discussion about you getting wet? itâs just that, itâs okay.â
and of course you believe him. carlos just helped you with your project, getting first hand research. he didnât just take your virginity for his sick pleasure, and fill you up with his cum. never.
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more of brucie,
19yo gf and him going out to the iceberg lounge for what gf thinks is a romantic date bcos she doesnât even realize what a criminal wasteland it really is but itâs really for batman to spy on the penguin .
19yo gf seeing bruises on bruceâs back and asking him what had happened and he sends her away and dismisses her ab it
bat signal lighting up when gf is sooooo close to getting in bruceâs pants
-đ
he says "let me go grab us some drinks :)" and slips away to listen in at cobblepot's door and when he gets caught he stupidly goes "i was looking for the bathroom đ
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he dismisses her saying that he's so clumsy he was reading the newspaper and took a tumble down the stairs, luckily! he's taken martial arts, and knew to tuck and roll just like his sensei taught him đ
ok now the bat signal thing had me gasping bcos i imagine bruce is dating you this young because of the controversy and not because of attraction. he can recognize you're attractive, and that you have control of your own body and can choose to sleep with who you want. he certainly doesn't blame you for coming onto him when he's been on you so strongly, and you two are famously dating after all. there's no shame in sleeping together. however, for him, he's held back. whether it be principle or whatever, he doesn't find young pussy as appealing as some people. he likes women his age, and that's not to say he doesnt't think you're sexy or that somehow your age does you a disservice in the bedroom, but it's too real. sleeping with you after using you to get ahead as batman takes it one step too far for him. he was kinda hoping to be done when everything blows over on batman's end, or that you'd break up with him so he could get in on the juicy heartbreak scandal on the tabloids.
sleeping with you after using you as a tool doesn't sit right with him. which is one the reasons he's always rushing you out, i think that's kind of the point i wanted to make with that 19 year old reader "au" so to speak.
so it's kinda hot to me that you've gotten him to the point where he's considering it. a catalyst has occurred to where he can set aside that past principle (though he is famously stubborn so i haven't devised the catalyst).
you're draped on him, hand stroking his thigh, fingers brushing the bulge in his pants, telling him, "it's alright, i get shy, too." and he's thinking about pulling you on is lap to ride him and he sees the signal from the window and remembers his principles, effectively blue-balling you again. you prolly try to pick a fight with him because youre a fresh adult basically and dont know a lot but he doesnt have time for you because he has to get you out of here so he can go.
for the most part, i highly doubt he ever lets himself be alone with you. it's always in public spaces, or someone else is around like alfred
#indy shoots the shit#thanks for the msg!!#anon: đ#ch: bruce#bruce wayne prompt#nineteen year old!reader#tw age gap
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okay but im just thinking about perv!jay having to teach puppy!reader how to properly please him because sheâs just so stupid and doesnât know how to take a dick as big as his :(( and hes all mean about it too!! making her sputter and drool all over his dick when he teaches her how to take him or pinning her down with his weight as he literally splits her in half!!
â your (new) fav, đ (if thats not taken!!)




MDNI 18+
pervet!jason x puppy!reader
jason todd smut
a/n: youâve been added as đ anon!! :))
âjust gotta relax sweet thing,â jason cooed as he was in between your thighs, you laying on your back staring at him with your wide puppy eyes. âall you have to do is lay down and take it, donât cryâ, his hands rubbed against your thighs softly for reassurance despite his slightly mean tone.
âyouâre gonna be fine,â he said lowly, as he nudged his fat tip towards your entrance. slowly, he sank an inch into you, your warm wet folds greeting him in. âso tight, not gonna be hard, just need you to be all dumb for me ok?â his hands gently squeezing your stomach. you were so goddamn right he couldâve came right there and then.
it was hard for jason to control himself, he was a big 6â5 man who was 250lbs, he could fuck you into oblivion if he wanted. though hearing your small pathetic whines broke him from his trance, remembering how you would struggle to take him in. âs-so big!â you whined, attempting to wiggle away, but jason had you pinned down.
âtake it sweet thing, youâve done it before,â it was true, youâve taken him before, but that doesnât make it any less harder. no matter the almost of foreplay could ever make you fully prepared for his sheer size. he was just too damn big. âj-jay!â you cried, the stretch was slightly painful, though the feeling of being filled by him was enough to make you roll your eyes back.
jason was not in the mood for your tears, all you had to do was lay there and take his cock like slut, clearly, you were too damn dumb and pathetic you couldnât even do that. âyouâre already halfway,â his voice sharp and deep. although, that wasnât what you wanted to hear, âj-just halfway?â your eyes widen. your cunt was being stretched beyond possible, being split into half and he wasnât even fully in?
jason let out a low chuckle, âi know, but youâre a big girl arenât ya? you can take me.â jason knew how much you hated being looked down on, even though you struggled to take him in, you would never back down. âso damn dumb and canât even take something as simple as dick,â jason grunted as he sank in, the remaining inches disappearing between your felt folds.
âj-jay!â you moaned pathetically, but jason didnât care anymore, not when he could feel you clenching around him. âdonât ya dare fucking move, if you, iâll pin you down and fuck you hard.â he warned, his tone was clearly not up for negotiation.
it wasnât long before any type of self restraint was gone, jason balls deep in you, his thrusts hard and deep hitting all of your sweet spots. the room was filled with the bed creaking, your pathetic whines and skin slapping against each other. âsuch a dumb puppy arenât ya?â he teased seeing how your eyes rolled, your mouth pathetically open in an âoâ shape. it was funny how dumb you could get just from his dick alone, and you were already so damn dumb to begin with.
ât-too big,â you whined as you started seeing stars from the sheer size of him. âand you are too damn dumb, shut up and take it,â he grunted, his thrusts harder as his balls hit your ass cheek.
âi love splitting this pretty little cunt open,â he groaned at the sight. âand i love its dumb owner.â you were his girl, his obedient sweetheart who would get fucked dumb beyond belief behind closed doors.
#jason todd#đ anon#ch: jason#jason todd smut#dc smut#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#red hood smut#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood#red hood x y/n#dc characters#dc universe#dc robin
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Hi ! As a pescatarian girly and as someone who has recently started to like Lando, I kept thinking about him with pescatarian!reader, because you know opposites attracts and also it made me think of the olive theory from 'How I met your mother', can be fic or smau
(also I'm the anon who requested the Charles fic and I was wondering if you gave names or emojis to your anons đ€)
ahhh hiđđ thank u sm for sending another ask in. verrryy into this! ive never watched himym but i HAVE heard of the olive theory and genuinely think it can be so true. i also think like sharing food/giving certain parts of ur meal to ur partner is so sweet so i loved this a lotđ„șđ„ș
also, tbh i have never had a consistent enough anon to name them/give them an emoji so i would loveee LOVE to do thatđđ» pls let me know what i should call uâ€ïž (and if anyone wants to be a regular/semi-regular anon and give themselves an emoji/name pls do!!!) ANYWAY alright i hope u enjoyâ itâs a just a short ficlet đđ
LN: quid pro quo
pairing(s): lando norris x reader [read on ao3]
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âEugh,â Lando says, feigning a gag as he looks at the plate of food set in front of you, âThatâs disgusting. I donât understand how you can put that in your mouth.â
Slowly, you raise an eyebrow at him, looking between your plate and Landoâs screwed-up expression; you point at your food, âSalmon? You think salmon is disgusting? Are you joking right now?â
He shakes his head fervently, a grimace still stuck on his face, âItâs gross.â
A laugh, loud and guffawing erupts from your mouth as you realise heâs being entirely serious. Heâs fixated on your meal, frowning as if the fish has severely insulted him in some way. Quickly, you clap your hand over your mouth, concerned youâll offend him if you keep laughing like that. This is one of a handful of dates youâve been on togetherâ clearly the first youâve ordered seafood onâ and youâre still trying to make a good impression on Lando.
âWait,â you collect yourself, breathing deeply so you donât fall into a fit of giggles again, âYouâre not allergic are you?â
âNo,â he shrugs, âI just hate fish. Youâve never heard that?â
You snort a little indelicately, already going back to eating your salmon, ââYouâve never heard that?â,â you tease, âDo you think I stalk you on the internet, Norris?â
He grins that small sheepish grin you like so much as a light blush blooms on his cheeks. Youâre very fond of him really. Heâs cute in a scrappy kind of way; heâs funny and charming, a little bit dumb sometimes; and heâs into you, which is always a bonus. Youâre not togetherâ not quiteâ just seeing each other when you both have time, but itâs been going very nicely if you do say so yourself.
You like him.
He likes you.
Lando rolls his eyes, and purses his lips in an attempt not to let you see the smile that heâs trying to hide, âDonât you? Stalk me on the internet?â
âNever,â you answer resolutely, thinking blatantly of that night after youâd first met him when you fell down a rabbit hole, spending a good hour watching thirst traps of him on Instagram before coming to your senses, âNot once.â
He hums, unconvinced, âAlright.â
Alright. You make a face, almost stick your tongue out at him but think better of it at the last second. He laughsâ gigglesâ at you. You look away from him, down at your plate, trying to hide the smile that spreads and spreads behind your hair. God, you like him. Youâre trying not to let it get away from you. You get the impression that heâs not huge on relationships, and youâre trying hard to be casual about him. Itâs difficultâ mostly because everything feels so easy when youâre together.
âSo,â you start as you push a forkful of salmon and leafy greens around your plate, âHate to break it to you, but Iâm a pescetarian.â
âUm,â Lando asks around a mouthful of half-chewed food, âWhatâs that mean?â
You stifle a laugh, âLike a vegetarian, but I eat seafood.â
He swallows and makes another face, similar to the earlier one. You can see this is hard for him to process, he clearly dislikes seafood to a degree that you hadnât quite understood until now. Itâs funny. Itâs another thing to add to the growing list of reasons you fancy Lando Norris. Though you would think that as a pescetarian youâd want him to like fish, but you suppose by not eating them heâs just saving all the sea animals that youâre notâ quid pro quo.
âWhat about, like,â he waves his fork around, evidently still wondering why youâd eat seafood voluntarily, âjust being a vegetarian?â
You shrug, âVegetables are boring.â
âRight. Better than eating fish though.â
âI like fish.â
He shakes his head, âI donât get it⊠Itâsâ theyâre slimy and they smell and theyâve got fucking beady little eyes. Itâs not natural.â
âOkay,â you laugh brightly at his despondent expression, âI do need to eat them, unfortunately. Otherwise, Iâd probably die of malnutrition, or I dunno, scurvy.â
He groans, hanging his head so that all you can see of his face is that mop of brown curls. You think of your second date when youâd kissed him for the first time in your stairwell and how youâd threaded a hand into itâ and they were soft and not heavy with product the way that you hate. The way heâd smelt like expensive cologne and tasted both smokey and sugary at the same time, just like the whiskey and cokes heâd been having at the bar. Thereâs a soft smile playing at your lips when he finally looks up.
âDoes it bother you?â you ask, âThat I eat fish.â
He shrugs, shakes his head in a non-committal way that could be either answer and does that little grin again. The one that means heâs going to say something that youâll find either unbearably cute or embarrassingly funny.
âYes,â he says, grin not subsiding, âHow am I supposed to kiss you when youâve got fish breath.â
Your eyebrows shoot up and a shocked laugh bubbles from your mouth, you try to ignore the stirring feeling in your gut at the words how am I supposed to kiss you in favour of responding to his lack of tact Try, being the keyword there. It somersaults in your head, how am I supposed to kiss you he said, like he was thinking of doing it again. Which, okay, of course, heâs thinking of doing it again. You understand what this isâ but there was an unmistakable fondness there that you just can't shake.
Anyway, you push thoughts of kissing him aside, heâd still accused you of having fish breath, âWow,â you say dryly, with no malice at all as much as you try to feign it, âYou say that to all the girls?â
He blushes, his tan cheeks turning a very pleasant red as he properly realises what heâd said, âShit. Noâ oh my godâ Iâm sorry. I just meantââ
You wave him off, laughing, âI know what you meant. Youâre good, Lando.â
âPhew,â he lets out a breath of relief, his nervous laughter punctuating the air between you, without meaning to he says, âGod, I thought Iâd just fucked it.â
You furrow your brows and frown, confused, âNo. You couldnât.â
You watch him scrub a hand over his face, embarrassed, before it falls away and he gives you a sheepish little grin that says heâs happy to hear that. Toothy, eyes squinted and carving dimples into his cheeks. Your face feels warm and you smile back, biting your bottom lip on the smile so it doesnât grow and grow to cover your whole face.
Later, after youâve finished lunch and spent too much time talking over a too-sticky table in your favourite pub, Lando kisses you up against a tree in the park by your apartment. You put your hand in his soft curls and you smell cologne and taste what heâs been drinking as he presses his tongue into yours. The coarse hair of his moustache brushes against your lips and you kiss back with equal gusto. You pull away when it feels like you two are veering into too inappropriate territory for this public park. He chases you, but you laugh softly, pressing a perfunctory closed-mouth kiss to the corner of his mouth. He groans, laughs, and puts his forehead against yours.
You hum, âI guess my fish breath doesnât bother you so much, huh.â
âFuck,â he breathes, âYouâre never going to let that go are you.â
You shake your head ever so slightly, âNot as long as I live, Norris.â
#this made me really crave salmon but i cant have salmon because salmon COSTS $42 AUD PER KILOGRAM#lando norris#f1#formula 1#lando norris x reader#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#đanon#oneshots:ln4
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can imagine peter getting called out on some emergency in the middle of the night, having to leave his sweet girl but promising he'd be back as soon as he could.. except what about when he eventually trekked home to find her deep down in that fuzzy, subby space? thinking ab the potential guilt yet also the ever so daddy urge to fix it - đ




he really did feel bad, because he shouldâve known better! he knows youâre at your âfuzziestâ when youâre sleepy, disoriented or upset â and after having a rough day you happened to be all three, so imagine your surprise when you wake up to find your boyfriend, who was meant to make it all better, gone.
as soon as heâd come home and found you sat on the couch with just the lamp on, blinking in the dim light wearing his tshirt, and one fuzzy sock (the other having escaped into the bedsheets earlier) he knew you were a little out of it. youâd clearly come looking for him and gotten upset and a little lost along the way. he couldnât blame you, and he immediately dropped into the headspace of someone who could care for you this way.
infact, he didnât even make you depart from the couch itself â instead winding up cradling you on his lap over thick, toned thighs and a hand between your legs, panties crumpled in a heap on the floor as he milks your sleepy high from you. with your subspaces, he knew the only way out was through.
âokay, iâm here. letâs try and take some deep breaths.â he speaks just above a whisper in your ear when you whine, clutching at his strong wrist between your thighs. his fingers curl inside you toward that gooey spot he knew so well, thumb angled upward to tap lovingly on your clit. âuh-huh?â he husks at your reaction, melting into his lap.
âdaddyâŠâ you moan into peter, the sound muffled by how youâd buried yourself against him.
âi know. just⊠relax. let me get you there. sâwhy iâm here baby.â




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thinking about post-switzerland!lottie when she's finally released from the facility, you make it your mission to spend every moment with her after lost of time. whether its somewhere fancy or not, you just want to cherish every moment with her
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it makes me cry every time i remember that she was thirty when she left đgosh. thinking about being her first phone call. she only wants to hear your voice. you're driving to the store the second she tells you that she'll be on a plane home tomorrow, planning to buy her so many flowers and something nice. you even deep clean your room for hours, wanting it to look good for her.
you're so nervous and excited bro... stomach in knots as you take a taxi to the airport, dozens of different ways to greet her rushing through your mind because, fuck, you haven't seen her in person since she was 22. of course you kept in contact through letters and phone calls when she was permitted, but you feel like you're about to vomit everywhere.
thinking of her being in one of her flowy kaftans, that necklace you got her years ago still on her neck :( all you can do as she walks up to you is stare, the words coming out of her mouth sounding muffled. you just pull her in for a hug that genuinely lasts 5 minutes, kissing her face and neck repeatedly as you mutter how much you love and missed her.
being so proud that she finally found her voice đđđ she tells you all about her plans for her intentional community as you guys drive back to your place, telling you that she wants you to be a part of it âčïž she probably tells you that she wants to start building it now, but you tell her to calm down because you just wanna spend so much time with her đ sure you could spend time with her as she builds it, but you're needy and know that her community would take up her "you" time.
you guys go home and kiss for several hours in bed. she mentions how 'not-you' it is because it's so clean and you frown because you just wanted it to look nice for her :/ i imagine her wandering your place and picking up every little thing and asking you where you got it, loving your stories and smiling when you say you're gonna take her every where and spoil the shit out of her. thinking about giving her all the shit you bought that reminded you of her :( you could never give it to her and now that you can it's like 20 years of birthday gifts in one day. it's a lot of stuff.
taking her out to these little stores you always imagined her and you in. a coffee shop that you always imagined her eating this delicious blueberry pie at, this sandwich shop that you went in one time that played you and lottie's song, the old Chinese place she used to love!!! being worried that you're being too clingy and suffocating her but she reassures you that she missed you just as much, if not more.
just ughhh....catching up with each other and trying to get used to talking again because it has been years since you've been face to face, despite being together for literal years. lottie who wants to visit your work and meet your new friends đ GOING TO VISIT YOUR PARENTS!!!! it's like she's meeting them for the first time again đ gah thinking about getting engaged after she gets released.....
#đ anon#lottie matthews thoughts đ#lottie matthews x reader#yellowjackets x reader#© returnofeternity
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