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cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv
‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’
you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.
you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.
he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.
falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.
these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.
your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.
i cant do this right now.
declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.
you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.
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it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.
the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.
im sorry i shouldnt have said that
can u please answer
i shouldnt have said that
fuck please answer i js wanna talk
answer me please
im sorry goodnight
hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts
please answer me
hello
goodnight im so sorry
every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.
you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.
the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.
“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.
“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.
“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.
it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”
the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.
“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.
“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.
the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.
“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.
“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”
hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.
“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.
“just say the words baby.”
“i need you.”
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it should be illegal to feel this bad when im this 🤏 close to finishing the chapter
#i could've been writing#i could've been vibing#but noooo#thoughts of death and destruction instead okay#end me#more!#vent#because im not feeling better what a load of shit#genuinely what is wrong with me#i was doing so good. so well
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Advice from experience: Be VERY careful on spending money on games, especially if what you're spending money on is like, limited events and shit.
Once you're in, you're IN and it's very, very hard to get out of mostly because of guilt and not wanting to put down stuff you've spent hours grinding for.
#alt rambles#rants in tags#recently started putting down and breaking off of a game that i've been grinding on for two years#and realised how much more time i have on my hands#and how much less draining my daily life is#and that i have more energy and time to do stuff instead of spending 2-3 hours every day to grind on the game#yea i spent 2-3 sometimes 4 hours per day just playing this game on a daily basis for the last 2 years#because i spent money and a shit load of time and effort in it#so putting it down genuinely makes me feel a lot of guilt#cause i feel like its such a waste#but like idk#i got really frustrated the other day and so burned out i gave myself a few days break and hoenstly im doing so much better than before#and i actually have time to do other stuff and do more art that now im starting to like#not want to go back to playing the game anymore#lmao yea if you know me you know what game im talking about#i mean i still love the game but damn was it fucking predatory and its only gotten worse thanks to new updates imo#it was fun before and now its just endless grinding#anyways#its another reason why i dont wanna pick up playing genshit even though i really want to#cause i finally got scara (thanks friend who logs in sometimes)#cause like i know genshit will also do that to me smh#anyways idk its just been on my mind lately about how i have unhealthy relationships with a lot of video games#i think im just going to stick to games like sdv and sr that don't have event after event#so thta i can go for breaks without feeling bad or like im missing out
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also i have like two buckets full of stuff to put out next weekend for a yardsale. any profits I get will go towards buying weed <3
#and i bagged up some clothes too#i should really get rid of more clothes but i still struggle with the idea of "but what if xyz and then i have to beg for new clothes' from#when i was a kid even tho I'm able to go out and buy clothes whenever i want without asking anyone#and it's hard to have a minimal closet rn because the washingmachine (brand new) is already broken and not working right anymore#it never does a full load always leaving them soggy without spinning. right now it wont even fill the basin#literally wont even wet the clothes and then it's like 'lol I'm done'#makes me lose my fucking mind#the only possible way to bypass it is by putting in no more than FOUR CLOTHES at a time and putting it on the bedding setting#im soooo glad i dont pay the water bill#literally fucking ridiculous. and then you have to put those same four clothes in for 4 rounds of the washing machine cause they still have#stuff on em#like.#:))))))#this post was derailed hardcore#but no fr i finally got rid of so much shit that was just laying around taking up space. anything that i cant sell I'm just gonna throw awa#cause i need to downsize to move out#i even managed to downsize the number of boxes i already have filled with stuff. takes up easily half of what it used to.#im also gonna be getting rid of my mattresses soon and replacing them with a futon cause i like them better and it would take up less space#they technically arent even my mattresses in the first place & they suck. like sleeping on the floor. I'm buying a futon on Friday <3#is this what having your shit together feels like???
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Try Again Pt.2
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader
Warnings: None
A/N: wrote this while sick so it took a while sorry
Pt.1
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user1 she’s so pretty
user2 WHERES LEWIS
user3 where is she???
user4 she tagged England on her ig story a few days ago but there’s some pap photos that say Monaco
user5 she’s so hot dude
landonorris six glasses for u n who???
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landonorris don’t just like my comment you bitch
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user6 I miss dad
user7 beautiful
user8 would it be enough if I could never give you peace… 😭😭😭
user9 the way these lyrics have nothing to do with the post 😒
user8 I just miss Lewis girl 🙄
user10 maybe we just leave them alone… just an idea
charlesleclerc 🇲🇨🤩
yourusername thought this was a compliment for me but then realized ur just in love with Monaco
charlesleclerc you can’t change me 🤷♂️
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user11 LEWIS
user12 TARGET ACQUIRED 🎯
user13 FOUND HIM
user14 Lewis i know that’s you
user15 you don’t have to hide his face girl… we won’t hurt him
user16 his apology better have been pretty fucking grand
user17 why???
user18 vibes say he fucked up
user19 not to mention the shit he pulled with that ig model after the breakup
landonorris I’m gonna find you
yourusername ???
landonorris lock your doors
f1gossip 🤭
user20 I’m not sure about this one…
user22 bad vibes bad vibes
user23 I’m so glad they’re back together
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user24 girl what happened with you and Lewis???
user25 r u okay girl???
user26 I feel so bad for her
user27 what’d he doooooo
landonorris answer ur phone nerd
user28 puppy 😍
user29 is she from England???
user30 no but she’s lived there for a rly long time, it’s how she met Lewis and Lando
charles_leclerc my love ❤️
yourusername again, I’d be flattered if you didn’t mean the dog
charles_leclerc I ❤️ your dog
user31 if you wanna keep me, you gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me harder 😭
user32 all my homies hate Lewis Hamilton
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user33 THEYRE BACK
user34 this better stay this time
user35 love me harder caption???
user36 SO WHAT DO I DO IF I CANT FIGURE IT OUT
user35 YOUVE GOT TO TRY TRY TRY AGAIN
user37 SO WHAT DO I DO IF I CANT FIGURE IT OUT
user38 IM GONNA LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE AGAIN
lewishamilton 🖤
yourusername 🖤
user39 awwww (I think)
user40 where’s Lando
landonorris CALL ME NOW PLEASE
yourusername can’t, with my bf
landonorris since bf stands for best friend your a liar because im nowhere near you
yourusername lonely
landonorris 😠
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user41 the lyrics in the caption, ok thoughtful
user42 we love a man with the ability to remember the lyrics to a song he was on
user43 SLAYINGGGGGG
landonorris boo 🍅🍅🍅
lewishamilton ???
landonorris what r ur intentions with my daughter
yourusername I'm older than you
landonorris boo 🍅🍅🍅
user44 I missed them
user45 they're so adorable
user46 🥳🥳🥳
user47 love them
user48 I know Lewis did something to cause that breakup and the re-breakup but she seems so much happier with him
yourusername love you 🖤
lewishamilton love you too 🖤
user49 PARENTSSSS
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Comfort Her
Summary: primal instincts and punches
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Word Count: 2003
Warnings: beron being an asshole, Lucien being a tiny bit violent, proofread only once cus im sick😔
A/n: this didnt come out as i wanted it to, but i hope you all still like it. plus, im sick, so im trying to get as much rest as possible, but i did do my best to finish this fic before i go to sleep lol.
edit: i forgot to add it before but his one is based on this request 🥹
ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳
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Despite how vehemently they denied it, faeries were assholes. Being an almost four hundred year old fae and an emissary, Lucien knew this.
They would nod their heads and agree with people who talked about faerie equality and how lower faeries deserved more respect, but those same people would turn around and torture the lower fae they took as servants.
Illyrians still were a higher group of fae compared to a lot of others.
But still, they were lower fae.
Lucien could remember vividly how when he was a young male, his father had summoned him to his office and told him to never get involved with a lower fae. Even lying with them for one night was shameful, and Beron liked to think his sons could do better than the filth that was lower fae.
Lucien had been more rebellious than his older brothers, and so he had asked.
What about an Illyrian?
That night, he had gotten fifteen lashes for even having the audacity to bring up a lower fae after his father had explicitly forbidden him from them.
But it seemed to Lucien that he was made to love people who others considered filth. Not Lucien, not ever.
Lucien was the most compassionate out of all his brothers, but being fae, even he had been once disgusted by humans. But then he met Feyre, and he could not care less that she was not a fae, that she was something he should not have even interacted with.
Compared to a human, Illyrians were very easy to love. And so when Lucien found himself in love with an Illyrian woman, he was not surprised.
It was on a small mission to Illyria that he picked up, having asked Rhys to give him something to do because he was too bored by sitting on his ass all day. It was nothing big. Rhys had taken one look at him, offered him a knowing smile, and then told him he could accompany Cassian to the steppes. He was sure Cassian could use a friendly face while dealing with the pompous lords of Illyrian camps.
And Lucien had been all too eager, feeling confined in the beautiful but isolated city of starlight.
And then he had seen Y/n dragging a shit load of washed, soggy clothes in a too big bucket, and he couldn’t help himself. He had walked over to her while Cassian debated about the chore to training times for females, and had introduced himself to the skeptical gaze of his now beloved wife.
She had been reluctant to talk to him, continuously glancing behind him to make sure no one was watching or they’d punish her for being tardy. Lucien had insisted on carrying the bucket for her, and since that day, Lucien made it known that he would love to accompany Cassian to the steppes everytime he went.
No one, except Cassian, questioned his decisions. The Ilyrian, of course, figured it out just after the first trip.
"Lucien! I need a hand!"
Lucien caught himself grinning down at his tea, blinking, before he lifted his head to look at his mate, who waddled over to him from the kitchen, her lips pursed. "This thing isn’t opening."
She shoved a can of corn in his face, brows furrowed in frustration. Lucien set his cup aside and took the can in his hand, examining it before peeling away the metal covering. He smiled as he handed it back to his mate, to which she pouted.
"I hate this."
He shook his head, chuckling as he stood and pulled her into his arms. "My love, your tea is going to be cold if you don’t come and drink it with me, you know."
She huffed, pulling away from him. "I just have to mix this with the vegetables, and then I’ll be done."
He took the can back from her, pushing her down onto the couch. "Get rest, love. I’ll do it"
"But I want to do it!"
Lucien pecked her forehead. "Y/n, we’ve got to go to the high lords meeting in an hour. You need all the rest you can get before that. Let me do this. Yeah?"
She huffed, but didn’t protest as he placed her tea mug in her hands and walked into the kitchen. It always made him smile, her almost childlike anger that had taken root after she became pregnant. It only got worse as she got closer to birthing his child.
But as soon as the smile had come, it dropped as Lucien thought over his own words.
It was Rhysand’s idea to host a meeting again, this time in moonstone palace to discuss how to proceed after the war with Hybern had wrecked Prythian. Lucien had done his best to object, then tried to get Rhysand to let him and Y/n sit out of it, making the excuse of Y/n being pregnant. But of course, Y/n had insisted it was fine, and now they had to go.
Lucien couldn’t care less about what Beron had to say about him. But he didn’t want to hear anything untoward words aimed at his wife.
He knew if Beron opened his mouth, Lucien was bound to spill his father’s blood.
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Beron was close. Lucien knew.
The high lords who had already arrived talked and laughed with Rhysand and the rest of the inner circle. Even Tamlin chatted with Feyre, though he seemed too wound tight for the conversation to be anything but polite. Y/n, too, engaged in conversations with Thesan, and while Lucien stood right next to her, his hand protectively wrapped around her waist, he did not know what the two were talking so enthusiastically about.
Everyone seemed calm. Normal, at ease. And when there was ease, Beron was never too far, the chaos revolving around him eager to disrupt peace.
Lucien was too wound tight to look at anything but the huge doors that were thrown wide open, letting in fresh air.
And then Lucien felt it. A group of people entering the wards. It was a gift he had gotten that he himself barely understood. After all, no one else in his family had such powers.
It wasn’t long before Beron, Eris and Lucien’s mother appeared in the doorway, all their eyes scanning the room. But they all had their own reasons for it.
Beron scanned the room, his eyes shrewd and looking for chaos.
Eris looked for possible exits and assessed threats. And maybe Lucien was seeing things but his eyes halted for a moment on Lucien, too.
And his eyes softened, maybe.
But Lucien’s mother? She only looked for Lucien.
The moment her eyes met his, she relaxed, the small tilt of her lips barely visible. Lucien smiled back too, hoping Beron wasn’t looking. And then he squeezed Y/n’s waist, making her turn to look at him, paused mid sentence.
Thesan had the courtesy to leave and find some other partner to converse with when he realised who had just appeared.
As Lucien smiled down at Y/n, his heart began racing, and he turned her slightly. His eyes fixed on his mother now, he saw the way her eyes filled with tears at seeing his son with his pregnant partner.
She hadn’t been allowed much, Lucien remembered from his time when he still lived in autumn court. The only news she got was heard through court gossip and her ladies in waiting. Or her sons, who didn’t visit her much except Eris and Lucien. So it came as no surprise when she stared at Y/n like she hadn’t known of her son’s mating bond.
It wasn’t long before the meeting started, Lucien figured when the high lords slowly trailed towards the circular seating arrangements in the middle of the huge, mostly open sun room. But he stood still against the wall, his eyes keen on his mother as she slowly made her way closer, alert and cautious, until Beron was finally out of sight.
The moment she was close enough, Lucien let go of Y/n and pulled her into his chest, his own eyes prickling.
"Oh, Lucien. My boy." She sniffled, holding onto her son tight.
Lucien felt like a child again, running up to her after hours of studying with his brothers, smiling up at her as he clung to her lap. She used to smile down at him, combing his hair back from his head, and ask him how his day was. She’d then sit him down and feed him with her hands, making sure he ate every last morsel on the plate.
Not able to take more of the emotional turmoil clawing at his chest, Lucien pulled away, taking a step back and wrapping his arm around Y/n again. His mother pulled her into a quick hug too, before she glanced around.
Beron could come searching any moment.
Sighing, she patted Y/n’s cheek and walked away after kissing her forehead, throwing only a glance at Lucien before disappearing with her husband.
Lucien refused to look away until she vanished from his sight, and then he turned to Y/n.
"Let’s go, love."
She smiled sadly, nodding. "Are you okay, though?"
Lucien nodded, swallowing.
The next hour passed in a blur, with Lucien avoiding his father’s occasional sneer and his brother’s gaze, and trying not to look at his mother too long. Throughout it all, the one constant was his arm around his mate.
Comforting her. Protecting her.
It wasn’t until Rhysand stood, offering the high lords rest and refreshments before the ball at night that Lucien stiffened.
"I think I will pass on the invitation to the ball, Rhysand." Beron smirked, his gaze trailing leisurely to rest on Y/n.
Rhysand straightened, clearing his throat. "If that’s what you wish, Beron. But it would have been nice to have autumn court attend the night court’s revels."
Beron waved his hand, as if pushing away the bothersome words. "I would have loved to join, but you see, I barely tolerated your two illyrian dogs. And now my youngest has also bred a bitch-"
And Lucien was already standing, his teeth bared in a snarl.
"Don’t you fucking dare." His finger was pointed towards his father, the other fist clenched tightly.
Beron smirked. "Did I hit a nerve?"
Y/n took hold of Lucien’s wrist, pulling herself up to stand. "If you don’t shut up, my mate is going to hit more than a nerve on your ugly face, my lord."
How Y/n was so calm, Lucien could not fathom. He could almost feet his veins bulging, ready to burst as he stared at Beron.
Beron only snorted, standing. "You dare talk to me, you filthy low born? One carrying a mutt?"
Y/n let Lucien’s wrist go the moment she felt him moving. She knew not to stop a male drowning in his protective, primal instincts.
It was unlike Lucien to get violent, but he wasn’t interested in being like his own self anyway.
Lucien moved fast, too fast for Beron or even Eris to move. Lucien’s fist made contact with Beron’s cheek, pushing his head to the side. It was a good thing most high lords, except Rhysand and Helion, had departed before Beron began spewing his nonsense, or Lucien would have been labelled as violent.
Lucien couldn’t care less.
He grabbed Beron’s collar, getting all in his disgusting face as Lucien spat. "Not another word, father, or this will be the last meeting you ever attend."
Beron snarled, a muscle popping in his jaw. But he pushed Lucien off, eyes wild. And he walked away, without a word.
Maybe he saw how serious Lucien was about it being his last meeting, after all.
Lucien didn’t stay back either. He took hold of his mate’s hand, and then winnowed her away. The only thoughts in his head were to protect her, to comfort her.
And their baby.
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beg - chris sturniolo
summary: chris, your ex came over to your house telling you how much he needed you so you made sure he told you just that.
warning: hand job, mommy kink, overstimulating, blow job.
a/n: i lowkey didn't fuck with that mommy shit but yall hoes got me gagged so i just had to im looking at you rose.
my ex chris had just came over uninvited, he always does this asking me for thing material things that is but this time he was asking for me. so i planned to be what he needed but he was going to have to ask way nicer than he did.
"c'mon chris i know you can ask way better than that" i teased pulling up a chair infront of his sat body on the bed. i was making him do this because when we were together he'd normally boss me around in the bedroom and now it's my turn, i just know he's dreading it too thats what makes this more fun for me.
"can you touch me" he asked i raised my brows and made a hand gesture for him to go on "please" he whined. "of course i can" i said with a sarcastic smile
i pulled his sweats down to see his aching hard dick spring free "no underwear? almost like you knew this was gonna happen" ,,no, but i sure was hoping" he said, eliciting a chuckle from me. i grab his cock and wrap my lips around his tip, "oh fuck-" he moaned loudly. his hand goes to my hair and pushed my head down more, i gag a bit and swat his hand away pulling off.
"you want me to stop?" he shakes his head rapidly "thought so" instead of putting my mouth on his dick again i stroke him with my hand. a strangled whimper leaves his mouth "gonna make me feel bad if you don't speak" i cooed "wanna hear that pretty voice"
"don't stop" his hip thrusted into my hand so i stopped "no- keep going. I'm sorry, I'll be good" he whined screwing his eyes shut.
"that's right" i put a firm grip on his erected cock pumping up and down at a faster pace then before. wet lewd sounds and his little whimpers and moans here and there was the all i heard besides us two talking.
"feels so good m-" he cut himself off biting his lip to keep himself from talking "go on finish your sentence" i said in a low tone encouraging him to finish his sentence. "I'm not saying that" just as i got at nice pace his cock twitched in my hand i threatened to stop "you do wanna be a good boy f'me right?" i said he nodded "yes, please- mommy" it was like he chocked up the words 'mommy' it did little to shock me and only turned me on more. "i wanna be your good boy" he mewled.
his orgasm soon washed over him. the warm, white sticky cum oozed onto my hand. i stroke him slowly, riding his orgasm out. "that wasn't good was it?" i pouted "wha-" he winces at the contact my hand made with his length. i lick all the cum that leaked on his dick, he was a moaning mess. "you came without my permission that wasn't very nice"
"give mommy another orgasm hm?" i kitten lick his tip before wrapping my mouth around his cock and bobbing my head up and down "mm- feels so good" he babbled. he laid back and let his elbows help prop himself up, he rutted his hips fucking my mouth, making me gag. i pull my mouth off him again to speak "you wanna come?"
"mhm please- can i come for you" i nod wrapping my hands around him running my finger over his tip i slowly but aggressively pump in an up and down motion "m' so close" he moaned out. i put my mouth at the head of his dick, it still glistening from his last orgasm. his warm load soon painted my throat, i swallow everything and wipe the mess around my mouth.
"you did such a good job for me" i praised "lemme go get a towel to clean you up" he just nodded and thats all i needed from him to know it was okay to go get a towel. i came back with the cloth to clean him up and he hissed at the touch and held my wrist "no- please" ,,im just trying to clean you baby" he let go of my wrist allowing me to finish. i went to go put the towel away and when i came back he had already pulled his pants back up and sat up
"can i stay" chris asked, i took a moment to think. he was my ex after all but it didn't end on real bad terms i just wasn't ready for anything serious yet so i broke up with him. "I'd be happy if you did" a smile spreaded across his face, he got under the blankets and left them open for me to get in too.
a/n: please tell me i did a good job 😣 i don't really right sub chris or matt
#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#chris x reader#chris sturniolo x you#chris smut#chris sturniolo fanfic#christopher sturniolo x reader
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hi im assuming the us vs them post is about a specific term, which one would that be?
so the sysmed out-group term being referenced in the joke post was (as the reblogs guessed) "endogenic", and I'll lay our thoughts out straight just once to avoid being potentially taken the wrong way
I've got two angles here, existential theological linguistic bullshit, and harm-reduction. stay with me here because even if you're not on board with the first thing you'll want to see the second.
so "traumagenic vs endogenic" is a false dichotomy, and I don't just mean "there's a secret third thing", I mean both classifications are fundamentally not real.
personally? we haven't the foggiest idea why we're a system. but the thing is, I don't think anybody else does either - I think it's genuinely impossible to know why your own consciousness is behind your own eyes and controlling your own body, why you *experience* existing in first-person at all. Like shit, lots of singlets believe it's because a soul has been created or introduced to their flesh, and a bunch of others think that's a load of crap and the chemicals just *do this* on their own. Singlets get this unalienable right to believe whatever the hell they want about why they're experiencing being themselves all the damn time, and I refuse to believe that systems are uniquely special in a way that singlets are not such that anyone can fucking flawlessly divine the cause of our consciousness all of a sudden. These are existential-tier questions and to deny their impossible complexity and the right to self-belief over them is, in my eyes, to deny systems something many singlets feel is part of what makes them human.
You can believe all sorts of stuff about the nature of your own systemhood just like how you can believe all sorts of stuff about the nature of your own existence - that doesn't make you definitively right, it's just a meaningful mechanism through which you understand your own experiences that other people should respect - it's like any faith, go figure.
Frustratingly, these words - traumagenic, endogenic - they're not talking about belief, they're objective buckets actively being used for exclusion. So every time we use the term "traumagenic systems", in saying "systems that objectively exist because of trauma" we are saying, loudly, "it is possible to know why a system exists". and frankly? no the fuck it isn't.
Anyway that's airy bullshit and reflects very idealised interactions so - practical, realist opinions, and harm reduction:
Saying "I'm pro-endo" is a net good, though I think "I support all systems" is probably marginally better because it doesn't perpetuate categories pushed by sysmeds for exclusionary reasons as being essential to defining systemhood - as we joked about.
Contrastingly, self-declaring "traumagenic" or "endogenic" in a bio is a net bad. Saying "I'm a traumagenic system" also says "Hello sysmeds, I believe in your dichotomy and I'm one of the good ones" (great way to get sysmed followers), and that factor doesn't go away if you go on to say that you support all systems - you've already thrown away your opportunity to shield more vulnerable systems from harassment through making who sysmeds need to target more obscure.
In fact, regardless of whether your bio says to sysmeds "I am a target" or "I'm not a target", by saying it explicitly, you're pressuring other, more vulnerable systems to similarly self-declare. It's like cis people putting pronouns in their bio to shield trans people from harassment through obscurity and embarrassment, but in reverse - if you shut up about it, and *just* call yourself a plural system, even if you do believe in their categorisations, you stop the propogation of the self-labelling and exclusionists are forced to make themselves look like idiots because most of their harassment would have to be done at random. It's basically herd immunity - nobody talks, everybody walks.
anyway yeah there's context for future, though honestly the section in plural respect is a lot more succinct lmao
#plural#asks#mod aaa#also it probably doesn't need to be said but obviously there's a place for reusing the words to describe belief#but I think there's a lot of places (like social media bios) where doing that does actively do harm in some way#its not a clean reclamation and it probably won't be for a while#I'm still going to make stupid jokes with both terms and you should too not sorry#i don't think they should be taken seriously as objective categories so why not
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in the trunk
pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader
summary: you do it in the trunk with your lieutenant, Ghost
warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of kissing, sex (m&f), name calling, slight breeding kink, cumming inside, cursing. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
a/n: another one. yes. took me a lot of time. please comment and reblog. It really encourages me to write more smut for yall. Please! I’m desperate ;( also inspired by another character ai response. This time it was a character called “Ghost” by @Faunnaa. Please go and support them too. (also please dm me, im bored)
You had been a part of the Task Force 141 for about 2 years now. You had developed a pretty close bond with your comrades. But, you always had your eye on one specific person, Ghost. To an outsider, he might seem like a ruthless, heartless, unemotional person but, you understood and related to him. You felt his pain when no one else did.
You worked with Ghost but, you didn’t have a close relationship to him like Soap did. You always dreamt to be with him though it seemed like those dreams would stay dreams forever.
Until, Task Force 141 was sent on a mission hours away, the military trucks loaded with soldiers. The mission was smooth, until one of your men made the wrong move and jeopardized the whole operation, forcing you to flee almost immediately.
Everyone was running to the trucks and you just so happened to be one of the last along with Ghost. No actual seats were left, so you had to resort to the trunk. “Bloody hell..” He cursed, Before jumping in and pulling you onto his lap to reserve space.
You were shocked. You hadn’t excepted this. You couldn’t believe what Ghost just did. You had no say. But you knew better than arguing or going against him so, you stayed quiet while you sat in his lap.
Soon, you started feeling congested. To get more comfort, you started changing your position. “fucking hell..” Ghost groaned under his breath. He held onto your hips and forced you to stay still on his lap with your head on his chest.
Ghost didn’t say a word. He was pissed off and annoyed at the whole situation of the mission being cancelled. He didn’t like being in a position of weakness. But he also couldn’t deny the fact you were on his lap. He knew you hadn’t had the best day either so he kept quiet. You felt his chest move slowly, as he breathed.
But, the day wasn’t so good for you either. Your closet friend, Sam and more had gotten injured and killed during the failed mission. You were heartbroken. But, seemingly, Ghost’s warmth and hold seemed to comfort you. You needed more now.
“ghost? could you please hold me?” You sniffled, hoping he would accept. You knew that your lieutenant would make fun of you. You waited for your embarrassment to come.
Ghost wasn’t one for displays of affection at all. But he saw you were sad. He wasn’t that much of a dick to blow you off this time. You felt him move his body slightly to face you whilst holding you. He put a hand on the bottom of your chin and lifted you up. Your eyes met, the moonlight pouring in from the cracks of the trunk illuminated him.
You looked up at him with your glossy teary eyes into his cold emotionless ones. “Come on, get it together.” He said bluntly, in his trademark gravelly accent. “A soldier doesn’t fall apart just because of a cancelled mission.” He had the same stone face he always wore. But there was a subtle softness behind his cold demeanor, he cared.
You could feel his cold heart’s walls slowly crumbling. So you decided to take advantage of it. “I feel so scared..” you whispered under your breath. You couldn’t control your emotions anymore.
“Don’t worry, I’m here..” He mumbled, sounding slightly warmer than usual. He pulled your head onto his chest, where he continued to caress your cheek.
His touch seemed to send waves of goosebumps to your skin. You could feel your heart racing. “I don’t want to be alone today..” you softly said, hiding your face in his chest.
Ghost’s gaze shifted downwards, the sound of your breath was soothing. He couldn’t deny how pretty you looked in this position. In the back of his mind he knew that this was wrong, as a soldier he shouldn’t be getting distracted by something like this. But he also couldn’t help but feel the heat of your skin against his own.
“Shh, you’re not alone now..” He muttered, pulling himself closer in the cramped space. You felt his arm wrap around your lower back, pulling you into his embrace. His touch was tender, which was a side to him you hadn’t seen before. In all honesty, the whole situation was sweet. A comforting presence in a place where you felt vulnerable, all the whilst you were held by someone so attractive.
“No one else can see us right?” You whispered carefully. You knew that if anyone saw you both, in this position, it would destroy both of your careers.
“Nope.. unless somebody can open this damn trunk..” He sighed. “Even then, what are they gonna do? Tell on us to our Lieutenant?” He chuckled with a slight smirk. This was his ‘flirty’ side, he was testing the waters.
For the first time after a while, you smiled. “you ain’t wrong there.” You laughed softly as you said that, which made Ghost smile too. Gosh, his smile sent your fucking heart dead. You just couldn’t believe that he smiled.
“I feel like I should kiss you..” That was a little too forward. He realised that the moment the words slipped out of his lips. You felt the heat rise and your heart racing, but for some reason you actually wanted him to do it. A tiny smile played on your lips.
You had never imagined that your dreams would become a reality. You knew you had achieved what you desired. You softly nodded your head, unable to form a response cause how much you were blushing.
“That’s all the yes I need..” He softly said before leaning towards you and pressing his lips on yours. It was everything you could have imagined and more. The feeling of his strong hands, his body against yours, and his kiss sent you into a trance. His scent was intoxicating, along with the feeling of his rough tongue against yours. His hand ran through your hair, as he held you close. This was your dream come into reality.
You both were meant for each other. You held onto his armour as the kiss became more heated. His kiss made your already desperate pussy more wet. You moaned softly.
You broke the kiss and glanced at him, your gaze locked with his. You felt as if you were still in a trance, he had swept you off your feet. “You want me now..?” He whispered, a smirk played on his lips. You were speechless. This was like a movie scene, in a good way. A good soldier, a sexy, charismatic man, and a mission gone bad. Couldn’t get better really.
“Yes.” You whispered with such surety. You were never ever going back to being away from Ghost ever again.
“This is a bad idea..” He mumbled, but he also knew it was too late now. He pulled you in for another kiss. This time it was much more intense and you could practically see the sparks between you.
He picked you up, and shifted you around in the trunk in order to find a more comfortable position. You didn’t even care how tight it was by this point. He sat you on his lap, and moved himself so he had his back against one wall, and his legs against the other. He then pulled you close again, and kept kissing you.
He smirked and pulled you closer in his arms. The tension had built up throughout the day, but now those feelings had resurfaced once more. His hand gently brushed your cheek, and ran through your hair. He was a little rough, but it was what you liked.
You could feel his bulge against your thighs. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. “going to let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours solider?” He whispered smirking.
“yes sir..” you responded blushing. Ghost pulled away from the kiss briefly. “Are you sure? We’re in a.. trunk.” He mumbled, not even sure himself what he was saying. You just nodded your head unable to form words.
“Such a good girl for me”, He smirked as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard throbbing cock making it hit his abdomen.
You in amazement, put your hand on it and started stroking it as his precum got over your hands. You could feel how hard it is and how it twitched in your hands. You realised he needed you as much as you needed him.
“take it off.” He ordered. You know exactly what he meant. You pulled down your tight leggings revealing your lacy black lingerie underneath.
“fuck..” he muttered under his breath. He pressed his fingers over your wet panties. “so wet for me love..”, he softly pushed aside your panties so he could have access to your needy cunt.
“Alright..” His hand traveled down your body and caressed your thigh. He kissed your neck and then gently nibbled your earlobe. He felt your breathing speed up, and took it as a sign that you were enjoying what he was doing. He continued to kiss your neck gently, nibbling softly with his lips, and then your chin. A soft moan left your lips, and he smirked.
He held onto your hips tightly that you were sure that it would leave bruises. He moved you so that you were right on top his cock.
He slowly pulled you down on his hard cock. You moaned softly feeling his cock stretching you out so blissfully. You could feel how thick his girth was.
He kept pulling you down in his cock until he was all in while he kept muttering curse words cause how tight and wet your pussy wet for him.
He started kissing you passionately and aggressively as he started thrusting into you but ensuring that his cock went fully inside each time making you moan.
“so fucking tight for me..” He groaned into your ears as his thrusts seemed to get more aggressive and faster. But, your moans seemed to get louder so he pressed his hand tightly against your mouth. “shh..” he whispered in your ears as his cock went so deep and hard into you.
You were going dumb cause how good it felt. His cock was hitting the right spots each time. He spanked your ass couple of time before he started playing with your clit too now.
You were a mess. Your mind was clouded with thoughts about him only. He kept muttering and whispering sweet nothing in your ears, while he kept his hand pressed against your mouth.
But, suddenly you felt his slams into your hips become harder, you knew he was about to cum. “gonna let me cum in your wet fertile cunt for me? yeah love?”, you nodded your head unable to form words.
“cum for me love, cum.” You immediately felt yourself cum as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You could felt the hot thick spurts of his cum fill your womb. He kept thrusting in you softly as you both rode out your high.
He laughed softly and smiled. So did you. His eyes had a hint of lust still present in them. Round 2 was just about to begin.
The rest of the ride was filled with soft laughter and heavy breathing. After it was done, Ghost looked at you affectionately. “Well.. that was something.” He chuckled.
He slowly pulled out of you and you could see him cum leaking out your pussy. Ghost watched it with fascination as he softly pressed his fingers on your leaking hole and whispered in your ears, “can’t let a drop go to waste..”
You smiled softly and whispered, “I can’t believe we fucked in a trunk.”
“And nobody will ever find out. We really have to keep this a secret. We’re in the same unit, that would be bad..” He whispered, he wanted to be with you. The mission meant nothing now, in his mind he had already decided he wanted you. In his head, he knew the chances were small, but he was going to make his move now, and see how you reacted.
“I know..” you whispered. “You don’t look upset about it..” He smirked, the moonlight still pouring in to illuminate his gorgeous face. He tilted his head up slightly, studying you with a smirk. He could see your cheeks were red, and your hair was slightly disheveled. Even if you looked like a mess, you looked adorable to him.
“What can I do, I can’t seem to stay away from you..” you smiled blushing. This was the answer he had been waiting for. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really?” He chuckled nervously. The answer was obvious but he wanted to hear you actually say it. You were a good girl and he was a bad boy, and he knew that. He felt guilty by doing this to you but it was too late, he couldn’t deny himself what he wanted.
Before you could respond, the truck came to a halt and you heard the engine turn off. Then the sound of multiple boots hitting the floorboard was heard. “Everyone out! We’re back at base..” one of your fellow soldiers yelled. You and Ghost both looked at each other awkwardly. You had spent the past few hours making love (more like fucking like rabbits), now you were being greeted with the outside world again.
The truck had reached its destination, base camp. You felt sad. Reality hit you like a literal truck. “well this was fun..” you whispered trying for sound not sad, you opened the trunk.
“Mhmm.” Was all he was able to reply with. He was deep in thought. His heart was saying to ask you out, but his mind knew it wasn’t the right time. “Right.. Uhm I should go and debrief with the others. I’ll see you around okay.” He got up and took a step outside the truck.
“okay.” You muttered as you admired him. You didn’t know when you would get the chance tone this close to him again so you kept looking at him, memorising his face.
You softly got out of the trunk and stood on the ground. You felt so sore and it was tough for you to walk. You could feel his cum still inside of you.
You heard the click of the truck trunk closing and then you were alone. Slowly, you dusted off your uniform. You wanted to be angry with him, but deep down you secretly enjoyed the afternoon. You were just starting to get over him when you spotted him. Ghost was walking over to his tent, he noticed you looking at him. He shot you a wink, and then disappeared. You sighed and made your way back to your tent.
#simon ghost x you#simon riley imagine#simon ghost smut#simon riley#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#ghost smut#ghost cod#ghost#ghost x reader#ghostsoap#ghost mw2
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♱ timeloop yan♱
i was scrolling back through some old art and found a drawing from like four years ago of my first ever yan oc!! so now he's y'all's problem hope u love him <3
(THIS IS SO LONG FOR A PART ONE LMAO IM SO SORRY)
⟡ The one on the right is the old art of him!! My boy!!
⟡ His name at one point was Lucas, however I'm retconning that and thinking of a new one because Why Would I Choose Lucas
⟡ Some Tuesdays are just better than others, you've decided. You had a rough day, some kid had spilled fruit punch down your front, you had spent a frankly ridiculous amount of time trying to de-popcorn the aisles of the movie theater you worked at, and you kept getting pestered by some shy dude who wouldn't even buy a ticket! He just kept asking nonsense questions and then shuffling back to the arcade!
⟡ All you wanted to do when you got home was shower until you were a raisin, play video games until your brain was mashed potatoes, and then curl up in your bed.
⟡ The next morning you wake up feeling a little better, very little residual blah left from how shit your previous day was. Luckily, you had today off to reset and recharge.
⟡ That being said, you stayed up late and slept in even later, only to be woken up to the sound of your phone ringing where you had tossed it the night before. You groan and grumble as you get up, shuffling your way to your phone and picking it up.
⟡ It's your boss, because why wouldn't it be, and he's asking you why the hell you aren't there yet! Your brain takes a moment to kick back into gear before you answer that you had worked a double YESTERDAY and had today off.
⟡ All you get is an angry "Check again! And be here before I start goin' grey, yeah?" and then he just hangs up on you. You fucking hate that guy. Still, you check your schedule while grumbling and muttering some not so nice things.
⟡ The shock and dread settles in your stomach when your calendar finally loads in, and in big, bolded letters at the top it tells you that today is Tuesday, and you definitely have work today.
⟡ You register that "oh. i think im passing out." in the second before you hit the corner of your desk.
⟡ You wake up with a gasp, sitting up quick and clutching your chest, looking around wildly only to find yourself.... back in your bed. The clock on your wall tells you it's morning. You scramble quickly to your feet, rushing to grab your phone and begging it to not be slow as you open your calendar.
⟡ Tuesday.
⟡ Now, skipping past the inevitable few Tuesday long breakdown you have where you simply refuse to believe this is happening, you eventually figure out the loop resets every night when you go to sleep, or if you somehow die. That was a fun few days.
⟡ After a week or so of this, and of screaming profanities as your boss over the phone for a few of the loops, you decide to maintain some normalcy you were gonna start going to work. Sure you never gained any money, but at least it got you out of your house and sometimes you could even pretend that things were different day in and day out.
⟡ After awhile even that gets boring though, when everyone becomes recognizable, and you begin to know what movie tickets they're gonna get and their exact food order.
⟡ It's only after three days of monotony (yet you refuse to stop going to work, clinging to the last shreds of some kind of normal) that you realize that it's not all the same.
⟡ Well, one thing changes. That guy, the one who kept asking questions that first day. Sometimes he wasn't even there, and everyday he seemed to have different questions. Ranging from personal, to stuff about the work, but still different.
⟡ It's that sudden lightbulb moment that has you going off the rails just a tiny bit.
⟡ You're stuck waiting a few days for the next time he comes in, but eventually he does. He always does. He's hardly able to get a word out before you're scrambling over the counter, and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. You choke him a little on his own necklace, but that's fine.
⟡ It's not until you're in the corner of that dusty little arcade he hangs out in that you shove him up against the wall, glaring daggers into his soul.
⟡ (Ignore the way he wets his lips and just how much it looks like he's giving you heart eyes right now it's all totally in your imagination.)
⟡ "Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck are you doing this?" Are the first words out of your mouth. He looks confused for a second, going to open his mouth when you just start rambling.
⟡ About the never ending fucking Tuesday, about having to clean up the same spills everyday, about getting the same bullshit call from your boss, about selling everyone the same! Fucking! Movie ticket! It's never ending!
⟡ It's not until you stop to breathe that you realize just how hard he's shaking. Just how his chest heaves as he sobs, hands having came up to clutch at your wrist desperately.
⟡ You step back quickly, dropping his shirt and in turn dropping him. He scrambles forward on his knees, gripping the thighs of your pants with shaking hands.
⟡ "You're stuck too?"
#yandere#sub yandere#yan boy#timeloop yan#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere x reader#gn reader#hes so gross i love him
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would like to preface this by saying feet are not my thing, but they certainly seem to be someone else's thing. The evidence is compelling. Thank you to @ctimenefic and @latecomersprivilege for the encouragement.
Alex has had exactly one and a half beers but he’s been in the sun all day. He hasn’t touched alcohol since the summer break so it just may have gone to his head.
He takes a photo to send to Lily of the pristine beach, the perfect weather, his toes wiggling about on his deck chair. Then with a complete disregard for the well-being of every single social media intern at Williams, posts it to his Instagram stories. Giggles as he writes the caption.
Alex finishes his beer and looks back at his phone. The reactions are coming in so fast the app crashes on him. He turns off notifications for Instagram and settles back into his chair, sweat cooling pleasantly on his chest in the gentle breeze. With the season he’s had he deserves a little fun.
The Hot Rookie Slagssss group chat buzzes.
Lando: how much?
Alex: ???
Lando: for feet pics
Alex: you can’t afford it
Lando: mate
Lando: who u drivin for again?
George: Sorry, Why do you want Alex’s feet pics?
Lando: never said i did
George See above.
Lando: just asking like what u charge
Alex: i don’t
Lando: why not?
George: Why are we having this conversation?
Lando: check Alex’s stories
George: Oh God, Alex!!!!
George: Does no one mind you? Does no one tell you off?
Alex: all the time
Lando: HELLO
Alex: it’s not the amount that’s important. It’s that they are worth something
Lando: to who
George: freakos on the internet
Lando: ???
George: wikifeet.com
Lando: fuck me
Lando: wow
Lando: ew
Lando: this what u in2 Albo?
Alex: no i’m not into it
George: the lady doth protest too much
Lando: well some1 is into it
George: internet freakos
Alex: how are you only hearing about this? This is basic internet shit
Lando: cause im in2 normal parts of girls like boobs and vag and stuff
Alex: remind me again why you’re single
Lando: cunt
Alex grins, signaling for another beer. Knows this needs to be his last one before he heads back to the hotel, getting ready for whatever mental media shit the team has scheduled for the next 24 hours.
Lando: sum of these r disgusting
Lando: i could do better
George: Why would you want to?
Lando: dunno, might as well like give the freakos something nice
Alex: like what
Lando: hang on
Alex is mid-pull on his beer when the photo loads. He chokes on it, spluttering like he’s drowning, beer running down his torso, soaking into his shorts.
There’s no way to know it’s Lando out of context. Two fairly nice looking feet, toenails neatly trimmed and incredibly tanned. Taken from above by Lando judging from the downward angle.
His feet are covered in two long stripes of pearly white liquid, starting to ooze between Lando’s toes. Alex knows this because he zooms in with sweaty fingers, lingering over the mole just below Lando’s little toe.
George: Christ almighty is that…
Lando: it’s suncream
George: uh huh
Lando: fewtrell was off his tits in ibiza and overshot
George: He what now?
Lando: fuck off
Alex must be drunker than he thought. Or perhaps it’s the desert sun. He’s not used to it, makes him feel all out of sorts. He hasn’t eaten much today. Probably the reason for the weird pang in his stomach.
He zooms in again.
He can almost taste it, the chemical tang of the suncream, gloopy and thick, mixing with Lando’s sweat, pores oozing from last night’s shots. He’s struck by a mad thought of lying down in the sand and feeling the delicate arch of Lando’s foot rub against his cheek, toes wiggling against his nose.
Lando: reckon i could get some cash 4 that?
Alex: yeah. probs.
George: Danger! Warning! Alert!
Alex shakes himself, presses the back of his hand to his forehead, and feels how clammy he is. Would be just his luck to be coming down with something right before the race. His skin feels very tight, everything tingling ominously, like right before you spew.
Alex: see but you’ve fucked up
Lando: how
Alex: well you gave it away for free didn’t you?
Lando: yeah
Lando: but that’s how we lure you in. first ones free then you’ll pay triple for more. marketing strat, innit?
Alex: lure who in
Lando: oh now whose the idiot
George: Lando, old boy. I think we found one of those internet sickos.
Lando: 🦶🦶
#hot rookie slagsss#my fic#alex albon#aa23#george russell#gr63#lando norris#ln4#f1#f1 rpf#tumblr fic#is my brand foot stuff now
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𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Advice Column Issue No.1 ; How to deal with fake friends while balancing school life 🎀🧁
Hii Dolls!!!⭐️ This is officially the first issue of my Brand new segment The Advice Column!!!! and i chose the topic fake friends bc as someone who’s had an alarming amount of fake friends in the past i can definitely give endless advice in this topic and its a collab with the @honeytonedhottie !! bc i thought she could also give so really good advice!!🎀⭐️
Are you struggling with keeping up in your studies? worried if your friends are talking behind ur back? Stressed? Feeling like school and socials are just to much??? DONT WORRY!! Dolly n Honey are gonna save the day!! 🎀⭐️
Section 1 ; Honey!!🍯
how to balance ur school and social life (in bullet points) !! 🎀🧁
- make a list of priorities and stick to it like its a handbook
- practice saying no to events and saying no to excessive studying, the key is to find an equilibrium
- combine social and academic events
- make sure to use ur time wisely and do whats important first, so that then u can have loads of time for ur social life!
Section 2 ; Dolly! 🎀
No.1 ; Stand up for yourself!! ⭐️
if ur so called “friend” is constantly make smart remarks about you,scrutinizing you for the smallest thing,being passive aggressive or really just trying to hurt your feelings always stand up for yourself and never let insult like that because that shows that you have no self respect and then they’re gonna just keep doing it set clear boundaries and don’t be a doormat never let this person/people walk all over you , if you didn’t appreciate something they said don’t take shit from them address and make sure it never happens again
No.2 ; spotting a secretly fake friend⭐️!
now there’s obviously “friends” that you can spot from a mile away that they’re definitely toxic but theres also a certain type of friend that could be the sweetest to ur face but secretly talk shit behind ur back and its honestly not that hard to spot one of these “friends” so here are some characteristics of ‘the secretly fake friend’
- never sticks up for you
- constantly lying
- at time can be very passive aggressive
- will tell you that someone was talking about you and not defend you at all
- will make you feel like a bad friend even if they’re wrong in the situation
- if you’ve ever confronted them on their behavior and they say they’re sorry but then repeats the same actions
- lets their other friends talk shit about you
- HUGE VICTIM COMPLEX!
these kinds of fake friends are tricky bc you really can’t spot them at first and then it can be harder to cut them off which brings me to my next point
No.3 CUT THEM OFF !!⭐️
listen i know its hard to let go of these people at first im mean I’ve had to do it multiple times but i swear it gets sooo much easier to not have these people in ur life its way better to have no friends than a bunch of friends thats secretly hate you don’t stay caught up on toxic people like this its a waste of ur own peace and well being , block them,stop following them,stop talking to them have NOTHING to do with these people/person
No.5 ; Ur not special !!
now this title is a bit alarming but what i mean by that is if you have a friend that’s constantly talks down about people for no reason whether it be their friends or someone they know and im not talking about the standard gossip talk bc tbh everyone gossips but im talking about like drags them through the mud calls them mean names and purposefully spreads rumors about other people they’ll do it to do you as well ur not special i doesn’t matter what this person is telling you they’ll talk about any and everyone it doesn’t matter people like this do not care
No.4 ; Being Un-phased !! ⭐️
now after you cut them off either gonna
A. make it seem like they’re innocent and have been nothing but nice to you and try and make you feel bad
B. Act like theirs beef when in reality theres not they just want a reason to start a problem
C. to the standard mean girl remarks side eyes,whispers,random pointing and slightly laughing, or even in some cases talk loudly about you but indirectly
now in any of these situations never let it bother you show no reaction these kinds of people feed off ur fear of them shows no reaction when it comes to things like this and you can also do it back side eye them back,give them weird looks back now im definitely not saying be just like them but play their game don’t let disrespect like this slide and i know how hard it can be especially since these are people ir support be close with but i promise making friends that actually care about you is WORLDS BETTER!!! you’ll have such a peace of mind and being able to make friend that actually care about you is such a freeing feeling!!!!
Reminders!!! 🎀🍯
- they’re opinions don’t matter
- these people are no above you in any way shape or form
- stress is normal don’t let it get to you !!
- you deserve much better friends
- it normal to feel sad after cutting them off
- this person/these people don’t deserve you!!!
- you got thiss!!!
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Now hear me out. Bob x reader x rooster maybe reader thinks theyrealready with bob but he tries to set reader up with rooster because he thinks the two of them just wouldn’t like him? Im not against a good hurt/comfort where they try and show bob just how loved he is
I love this throuple more than anything omg
Bob stood in the doorway, watched as she curled against Roosters chest. Roosters fingertips danced over her skin and she let out a series of giggles.
Music to both of their ears.
Bob wore a small smile as he watched them. He'd done this, he brought them together. Because of him, she was finally happy with Rooster.
He just didn't think he'd feel so pushed out. He just didn't think he'd feel that, now she had Rooster, she didn't need him.
They didn't need him.
Of course, Bob didn't know this was a load of shit. He didn't realise that, as much as Bradley had her giggling in the bed as she writhed away from his fingers, they were so much happier with Bob there.
Bob turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom. They'd both been desperately waiting for Bob to come and join them in bed, waiting for him to crawl in behind her, pull her close as Bradley soothingly touched his side.
"Is he coming?" She asked, looking up at Bradley.
Bradley looked towards the doorway. Bob had just been standing there; where the fuck had he gone?
"I don't know, pretty girl," Bradley whispered, lips against her skin.
She pouted at Bradley. "Can we go find him?"
Bradley pulled her up out of the bed. He laced his fingers through her own (she looked so good in Bob's yellow shirt and a pair of Bradley's lazy day shorts), and pulled her through the apartment.
It wasn't very difficult to find Bob. Bradley sucked in a breath when he daw him settled down for the night, looking ready to fall asleep on the sofa. Why the hell wasn't he in their bed with them?
Immediately she was running into Bob's arms, throwing herself onto the sofa beside him. "Come to bed," she whined as Bob instinctively wrapped his arms around her.
Bob looked towards Bradley as she began pressing kisses to her face. "What's going on, Floyd?" Whispered Bradley as he sat himself on the coffee table in front of him.
Floyd. It didn't sound it, but it was an incredibly affectionate nickname, one that came only from Bradley's lips.
"Come to bed, Bo."
Bob let out a sigh. "Sorry, baby," he muttered. It was a pet name he'd picked up from Bradley, one he didn't use before they had the man from Virginia in their bed.
His eyes, still shielded by his glasses, met Bradley's. "You guys just looked so cosy, I didn't want to intrude."
And, suddenly, she was wearing that pout that had Bob folding every damn time. "But... we sleep better when you're here," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, Floyd," Bradley whispered, hand on Bob's knee. "Come to bed with us?"
How could Bob say no to that?
Bradley led the way back yo the bedroom they now shared. She laced her hands through Bob's and pulled him along beside her.
The both waited for Bob to climb into the bed first. Bradley climbed in and grabbed him, pulling him into the middle. Bob never slept in the middle. She made her way onto his other side and wrapped her legs around his middle, clinging onto him like a koala.
"Love you, Bo," she whispered, laying her head against his chest.
"Love you, Floyd." Bradley pulled Bob against him, abd the three of them fell asleep like that.
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Smacking the Slashers on the 🍑
Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Severen Van Sickle, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Foxy Coltrane
Bo Sinclair:
- "What in the goddamn hell?!-" He drew out after jolting under the hood of a car. He was bent over, his double cheeked up on a Tuesday ass on full display; how could you not? I hope you got one hell of a good smack too. He deserves it. Use one of the fanbelts on the wall. Make it count cause he's not gonna let you do that often without him getting payback. (Oh, but he smacks yours constantly and that's fine)
- If he hit his head on the hood so help you God you need to run and hide for awhile cause he's gonna rage.
- After the shock wears off that someone just smacked his ass... He gets a smirk on his lips and forgets whatever he's working on. "Oh, ya wanna play, do ya? C'mere." You just gave him incentive to hold you down and let his inner perverted sadist out on your ass. You ain't gonna sit right for the rest of the day. I hope you evade him or it turns to a sex thing...Yeah, it'll be a sex thing.
Vincent Sinclair
- He was so busy sculpting and had his Classical Music on high. You tried to get his attention and when that didn't work you swatted him on the butt. He jumped a foot in the air and you had to duck when he almost accidentally took your head off with whatever tool he was using. You startled the hell out of him!
- He's blushing under his mask but gives you a confused look...He's not mad he's just...Curious why you did that.
- He doesn't get revenge right away. Instead, he'll wait till your busy one day and do it back to you just to see your reaction and if it's a playful one then he's kind of happy about it. Not use to this type of dynamic with anyone
Lester Sinclair
- He was loading or unloading a carcass in the bed of his truck and it had been a boring day so you couldn't help it when you smacked him.
- He let's out the funniest noise, blushing like crazy clutching his rear and asks: "Youch! What was that for?"
- If you let him know it was you being flirty or cheeky; he's just standing there smiling a goofy smile and has an extra pip in his step while he works. He probably won't get revenge (At least not right away) but he will be tickled pink that you liked his ass enough to smack it.
Billy Loomis
- He gets so damn serious and overdramatic with certain things that when he was rummaging for something and irritated he couldn't find it; you decided to make him shut up in the best way you knew how.
- *SMACK* He flinched, his back stiffened and a glare instantly crept onto his face. "...You are so dead."
- You better run. He gets this shit enough from Stu, now you? He secretly enjoys it but he's a lil edgelord that can't let you know that.
- Que him chasing you around the house, jumping over and tripping over furniture to either smack your ass ten times harder or punch you in the arm or hold you down and tickle you till you can't breathe.
Stu Macher
- He is CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. CONSTANTLY. You walk sideways and backwards around him! So when he's sitting on his bed in a weird way on his stomach or something with his ass up? Hell yes you're getting him!
- He either releases a genuine gasp because you took him by surprise or the fakest turned 'aauuugh!' moan to be a smart ass cause he knew what you were gonna do (He liked it. He wanted it. He's a whore like that.)
- He giggled and gave you a sadistic smile. "Oh, that ass is mine!" and the chase is on.
- If he catches you; he is holding you down and goosing and feeling you up just as much as smacking you. He is a giant perv and holding you down while squeezing and spanking your ass is definitely on his cumbucket list im js
- Unlike Billy who knows when enough is enough; Stu does not. Just warning that if he catches you he's turning it into something very fucking horny. He is feeling you up one way or another.
Severen Van Sickle
- He was almost always playful and he would just give you a pat on the ass out of excitement on the regular not even thinking about it. So when you finally returned the favor his whole body stiffened a bit and a smirk formed on his face.
- "Oh?...Ya like what ya see, babydoll?" He'd tease you. Not getting revenge but not letting you run away either. He'd fold his arms in that leather jacket and smirk down at you with a twinkle to his blue eyes. Getting closer, cornering you into the wall with one hand bracing it as he leaned over you.
- "Wanna try that again?" He asked. Hell you weren't sure if it was a warning or genuine glee. Eitherway he wasn't mad he just loved seeing you get flustered.
- He definitely teased the hell out of you the rest of the night. Even telling his family and loving seeing you blush. He secretly wants you to do it again and purposely bends over near you not only to be a teasing ass but because it got him excited. He actually is curious if you have the balls to do it again because if you do that's just fun! He'll make it a big sexy flirty game from here on out...Definitely doing it more in private too.
Baby Firefly
- I would not...That's a level of sadistic crazy you cannot contain but if you did? It's 50/50 how she'd react. Most likely, she'd play it up after you spanked her while she was getting something.
- "The flying fuck was that for?!" She glared and when you get sheepish like she wanted then a grin would appear. "Hey...Are you flirtin' with me, honey? You wanna smack my ass again? C'mon. I know you like it." She will literally expose her ass for you and you aren't sure what to do because she LOVED to manipulate and play mind games to get you submissive with her so...Was this a trap?
- If you do smack her ass again, she's definitely going to make it a 'My turn!' and smack you twice as hard before whispering something sexy in your ear...May or may not lead to a game of ass slap where she's winning and you're running away from her because she hurts!
Otis B. Driftwood
- Grouchest Motherfucker to ever exist unless he really is in a good mood. When he was working on an 'art piece' and was ignoring you on purpose you took the chance of smacking his ass.
- He dropped his needle and thread and glared at you. "...Are you fuckin' serious right now? I ain't got time for this ya lil shit!"
- However. He's full of shit himself saying it because whether you get solemn, bratty, playful, annoyed. Does not matter. He's giving you a 10 seconds headstart and telling you "Run lil rabbit run." With a smirk. Especially as he gets older. Prison made him appreciate the little things including having an S/O that wanted to get frisky.
- Once he catches you, and he will in time, he puts you over his knee whether you're at. Outside in the barn, in the woods, in the damn living room in front of everyone. Does not matter. He will give your ass a few swats from his hand till your squirming while taunting you "Ain't this fun? Ain't this what you wanted?" all before doing it a few more times. He ain't done till your teary eyed and squirming and your ass is blood red. Then he's dipping his hand down. Rubbing soothing circles while whispering naughty praise in your ear. "That's a good lil girl/boy/bunny for me...How about we take this back to my room and you can show Daddy how much ya want his attention?"
Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane
- He was a bit hungover. Groaning like the oldman he is and bent over to get another beer from the mini fridge in the room when you took a towel because you showered and you aren't nasty like him and Otis and just...Rolled it up and smacked his ass.
- He yelped and jolted a bit before giving you the most unamused glare. "Really?...Really, you lil fuck- Ow!" You definitely smacked him again the second he got close enough. Something about that second smack has a smirk on his face. A husky chuckle escapinging him because you just made this a thing. "Ohohoo, you're fuckin' in trouble now. Come the fuck over here, asscakes. I think you could use a few lickin's yourself."
- He has good reflexes and a high tolerance for pain so he just jerks that towel out of your hand when you go to smack him and loops it around your waist. Pulling you flush against him where you can't get free.
- He uses his large hands to grope your ass and give it a good smack while you're up against him and he's smirking down at you. "Ya like that, baby? You must really want to give me an excuse to feel up this fine ass of yours."
- It is most definitely 100% leading to the most nastiest raunchy dirty but fun sex. The type of sex that you aren't keen on sharing details about. He smacked your ass the entire time while talking dirty to you.
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Capt’ Mactavish’s wife *running* out the house for her girls night with ‘09 reader because Johnny can’t keep his hands to himself when she’s dressed up.
She’s taken to a squirt bottle. He was kissing on her neck from behind the couch. Mauling her when she whipped it out the first time. He fell back with an ‘ACK!’ and a loud thud and she’s just like ‘that’s what you get for acting like a horny teen!’
“You were tryin’ for a bairne yea? I’ve been reading up on positions! Lemme show you!” And she’s just like- I’m not going to survive this, am I? “I can pick up where we left off hen! Trust!”
I imagine Captain Mactavish went for a woman who is *younger* than himself. She’s a few years older than Soap, but she grew used to her grizzled ol’ guy and his routine! She’s old at heart now! He couldn’t immediately get it up every 3 minutes. But! He would take longer to cum, so the sessions were more intimate.
Soap? God, she’s not used to this! She needs water! They’re going into 5, 6 rounds and she’s blacking out! But, she doesn’t want to because she’s ‘scared’ he’ll keep going!!! She enjoys his enthusiasm, it’s sweet to see this part of her Johnny that she didn’t get to experience much! but, GOD DAMN *sprays squirt bottle*
…”this a subliminal message lass? This your mind trick to tell me you can squirt? Shit lass! Let’s get on that! Lemme figure it out myself!” Just talking you through the entire thing….
He’s totally asking what the baby names you were looking at were, while balls deep. what your registry looked like as he prods your cervix. Do ya’ have a Pinterest board for what ya’ want the nursery to look like? Add him, please? As he shoots his load deep. “You want a girl, or boy lass? What’re we havin’? Tell me what to give ya.” He cooed as he holds your legs up, elevated so it TAKES.
“I can pick up where we left off hen! Trust!” <- foul. foul foul foul i need him.
Captain MacTavish would totally be the sly type. Oh, the words he whispers into the ears of the ladies should be illegal. I believe he had his fun in his youth and was definitely a little older, but then he saw his wife and said, "Gunnae marry that, I am."
Wife doesn't see the similarities in their pursuit of her because one was suave about it. the other just doesn't care about what he looks like in the eyes of others, and she highkey loves that— just won't admit it.
I love love love that Capt. Soap is passionate when they have sex, but reg Soap is like im gonna get you pregnant, money back guarantee.
"Whadye mean tha' ye need a break? We've jus' begun, bonnie..." he says that 5 rounds in. Pussy is swollen, hole is abused, and she's been stuffed with so much cum it's no longer staying inside even at the angle he has her in to keep it in. She makes a mental note to (ask jeeves) if shooting blanks after finishing multiple times back-to-back is a thing.
She finds squirting embarrassing, as does when her cunt gets air inside but Soap??? Living his best life with it.
"Dinnae be embarrassed, hen, i love it when yer pussy talks back to me." <- this is so embarrassing my face is on fire
He definitely tries to get her to squirt, but he loses all patience because 'Ye just feel so good around my fingers, I cannae wait any longer.'
Soap tells her that his family has twins as he pumps her full of cum, and that he already has a list with names if she wants to go over it sometime later today.
He tells her that he's quit drinking, he's always hydrating, and that he takes his daily vitamins just to give his seed a better chance.
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Hellooo! Just found your blog on my recs and im in lovee! just requesting for a game '7 mins in heaven' with scaramouche. The game is basically about two people who are selected to go into a closet or other dark enclosed space and do 'whatever' they like for seven minutes or more. You already know what I meant by 'whatever' ;) (Modern au probably?)
🏃💨 Just dropping this request of mine to you, if you ever wanna write about it!
Blink twice if you think that's like...hot
Fucking god, you were chosen to go into that damn cramped up closet with Scaramouche. He had your back pressed against the wood of the closet. His cock was stuffed deep inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing your womb with every thrust he made.
Even because of how cramp this closet is, this shit still felt amazing as hell. Scara grunts and groans at the feeling of your warm gummy walls wrapped around his hard length, his hand resting on your hip while his other hand was fondling with your breasts, pinching your nips and rubbing them.
Your legs hang over his hips, you were biting your tongue, occasionally letting out soft whimpers and gasps every now and then. Your nails claw at his back, bringing him closer to you and pulling him into a heated and hungry kiss.
You both were like lovers in heat, grinding and clawing each other like you guys haven't seen each other in decades. Scara hissed when your walls clamp around his cock again, snapping his hips to try to quickly make you cum before the seven minute mark was up.
You whined and whimper at the feeling, unable to keep those lustful sounds to yourself. His cock made you see stars under your eyes, your body was responding deliriously to him with each thrust he made.
His fingers went to your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles while pumping his cock in and out of you, speeding up so you both can at least meet your peak together.
You claw his back harder, letting out a choked moan as you spasm around his cock, leaving his length drenched with your cum. You felt him spilling his hot load inside of you, painting your warm walls white.
And after that..you both scramble to put your clothes back on. Your seven minutes was up, and you both left the closet..looking disheveled, and face flushed. It was obvious on what you guys did in that cramped closet, especially the fact that your panties were literally stained with cum that was leaking out of your cunt.
Of course, that night doesn't end there, especially with Scara who promises to fuck you better next time.
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