#bye for now 💓

[kamaluhkhan]

sooo im gonna be offline for a bit....i'll be back early august, hope everyone is having a great summer 💓🏖

[mrsoharaa]

Hotly, passionately making out with Choso while soothingly massaging the prominent muscles and crevices of his abs. Just to hear him moan needily, the tighten muscles contracting to your every touch, groans more frantically as he cums messily — thickly, into his confining pants, just from your smoothing grazes..

[f1nneas]

Just journaled for the first time in a month and BOY do I feel lighter can’t believe I forgot how good this feels

[kimjiwoong]

turns out alexis mixed up the date of his trip so it's not this weekend it's next weekend lmao so we're seeing one of our fave bands on saturday

[cassie-thorne]

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[sanguineterrain]

how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

request something! I rb all fics to @sanguinelibrary

****

As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

****

The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

[hoshigray]

MAPPA gave Nanami such beautiful hands that they never fail to make you feel things.

a/n: Bye, the trailer JUST came out, and I can't get over how good they made Nanami, so I'm writing out this to put myself together. @satoruhour pushed me on to write this so ty swee-T-pie, love u sm 💓 this is just like when they released that hidden inventory trailer and i drooled over Toji's hands help 💀 so yeah this is just me writing a short smthn for kento's hands, sorry not sorry. also tysm for 1.9k!!!

cw: Nanami x fem/afab! reader - first soft then smutty, so minors DNI - h@nd h0lding - soft dom! Nanami bc yes - fingering (f! receiving) - hand kink (ig?) - fingers in reader's mouth - pet names (angel, love, sweet girl) - praise - clitoral play - you and Nanami in a cute domestic relationship ♡

wc: 950

You love Kento Nanami's hands. It's no secret to yourself because it's the truth. But you can't blame yourself; you can't help it! There are so many moments with him where you can't help but admire the man's big hands, and honestly, it's embarrassing at this point. It's a guilty pleasure that makes you feel such pleasant emotions, makes you want him more and more.

Even before the two of you expressed courtship, there were days when you'd encounter and have idle chitchat with the stoic man, and those were days that were hard to go through when you had such a tremendous crush on the guy. So much so that you'd drift your gaze away from his feline mocha eyes masked by his eyepiece. Instead, you'd look at his hands, admiring how beautiful and big they are. Aside from his face, they were the only thing visible from his dapper suit. Not that you complained, though. The more you saw and talked with Nanami, the more you marveled at his hands in your thoughts.

And when you two finally started dating, things were going slow and steady. Just as the two of you wanted — no rush at all. But a memory you hold dear to your heart was when the two of you walked home in the cold winter. The chilly breeze sent shivers down your spine, and your nose found breathing tricky in the extreme temperature change. Not to mention you forgot your mittens at home. Just my luck...

However, it wasn't all that bad. After all, your boyfriend (it felt a little weird calling him that) offered to walk you to your place, sticking close to your side, which was a rarity back then. Heat finally found its way up to your cold cheeks when Nanami took the initiative to grab ahold of your hand with his, the size difference making it easy to exchange warmth. "Here," he said so nonchalantly it almost felt like a dream. "Don't want the wind to blow you off the sidewalk." It was such an airy gag from the usually silent man, yet you chuckled and held his hand tighter, the cold overlooked throughout the rest of the walk.

Even watching him doing the most ordinary things is a sight. Whether he's washing dishes, making the bed, or cutting vegetables for the next meal he was cooking for you two, your eyes would always find their way to his deft hands. Rugged palms moving swiftly and gracefully, veins that stem from the back trail upwards to his forearm, and thick fingers with scars so faded with time that you'd have to be very close to see them. You're so in love with him — with his hands. They make you feel safe and secure, warm and loved. Specifically in times when you two are close to each other. Whether it's you resting on his chest as he reads a book while rubbing circles on your back or holding hands with you two walking around the vicinity, it couldn't get any better.

...Well, perhaps now as you're lying on the bed with your back to his chest, succumbing to his touch as one hand cups your cheeks while the other burrows inside your panties — his fingers intruding between your folds and playing with your leaky entrance staining the underwear with your come.

"Ooooh, Kentooo..." You moan to his thick digits in your vulva, scraping your spongey walls that result in high wails. He rubs your cheeks and maneuvers your face to the side so he can lay kisses on your neck, and you melt under his lips with a blissful hum.

"Open your legs a bit more for me, angel." His command is hushed to your ears. You follow his instructions and spread your legs further apart, and he rewards you with another finger added to your chasm. Now both the fore and middle digits slide deep into you, and the brush of his thumb on your clit results in sudden wails. "Good, that's my sweet girl."

His fingers graze your insides expertly, having you writhe on him with how good he's making you feel with just his fingers alone. The speed of his digits increases by the second, and you can feel the wave start rising in your body. Your body jolts with every scrape of his fingertips, pornographic whines fly out your mouth, and your face gets hotter and hotter.

"Haaaah!! Mmnnn...Kento, I'm so close. 'S so close, I'm—Mmmph!?" You don't get to finish that sentence when Nanami stuffs his free fingers into your mouth, your tongue immediately coating the two digits with your saliva.

"Go on, come on me, love." His sweet words were what it took for everything to come crashing down, the fingers in your cunt quicken in pace, and his thumb flicking on your clitoris — causing you to grab onto his forearm. Scratching the clothed limb and heavy pants drawing inward, your cunt clamps around on his fingers as your orgasm comes to pull you in for a euphoric release.

And Nanami lets your body experience the shocks on top of him, laying precious kisses on your temple and cheeks. He slowly removes his digits from your satisfied cunt with a whimper from your puffy lips. "Did so well like always, angel." In your daze, you still share a smile and welcome his lips on yours.

Like you said before — Nanami's hands are your guilty pleasure in more ways than one. And it feels so good to know he reciprocates those desires with mutual love. If such a gorgeous and attentive man can have you under him with just his sheer touch, then so be it.

[auggieblogs]

Love grows | Lando Norris Instagram au

Lando Norris x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Lando and his girlfriend are disgustingly in love (and they are making it everyone's problem)

Author's note: Hello, beautiful people. Hope you all are having a good day/night!!! If you can't tell already I am hopelessly, completely and irretrievably in love with Lando and yes everyone has to hear about it (forgive me for I am insuffreable). Anyways, happy reading<3

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

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yn.jpg muse.

tagged landonorris and arlo.dawg

comments:

username wow haha I am so normal about them (not)

username bf lando, my beloved

username the way he's looking at her in the second pic???

username I need to lay down username I need to be put down (in a grave) username DEAR GOD I SEE THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

username I just know Lando is currently giggling and kicking his feet in the air, twirling his hair even

oscarpiastri can confirm

username "muse" GOOD FUCKING BYE

landonorris what do you have to say for yourself, now that I'm crying

I love you I love you I love you *liked by yourusername* I will do anything you for, you're the best thing ever yourusername will you eat sushi with me? landonorris anything for my baby!!!! carlossainz55 damn.

username I want what they have

username love how both arlo and lando can sleep anywhere

username I am sick to my stomach, they are too cute

charles_leclerc Arlo💓💓💓

*liked by landonorris and yourusername*

mclaren we can't have our driver giggling and blushing like a teen girl in the middle of a practice session, y/n🙄

landonorris OH SHUT UP

username bwahhah not the admin exposing Lando😭

yourusername sorry admin, can't help it. He's too pretty😞

username sleepover on the highway it is then

username y/n is better than me because if someone looked at me the way lando looks at her I would physically combust

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lando.jpg love grows, where my y/n goes:))

tagged yourusername and yndoesart

comments:

username word.

username never beating the y/n lovebot allegations

username she. is. so. pretty.

username GOD REALLY HAS FAVOURITES HUH

yourusername "my y/n" blushing so hard rn

just fell to my knees in a wallmart parking lot

I will kiss your face. I LOVE YOU

landonorris right back at you, baby (I love you more)

*liked by yourusername*

maxverstappen1 what are you doing in a wallmart parking lot?

username sunshine in human form!!!🌞

username no bc she looks huggable

arlo.dawg mum💞🤭

username man is IN LOVE SHGSSKKSKD

username just stalked her art account, so she's beautiful and incredibly talented????

f1 Great artwork in the first picture👏💯

*liked by landonorris and yourusername*

yourusername awh thank you!!!

landonorris one of my favs actually;)

username crying, screaming, shaking, throwing up, pulling out my hair, bashing my head into the wall & going apeshit

username love how they both are equally whipped for each other

danilericciardo whipped is an understatement

landonorris don't hate us for being in love🙏🏻

username mhmmmm who's joining me for Russian roulette?

username MY Y/N? MY Y/N??? I AM ACTUALLY SOBBING

[marlenesluv]

Hello can you make lando x reader where landi first meet our reader as as drifting competition like someone tag him and he see reader one of contestant and he was like so shock when he he see reader do drift and be like fan-boy mode

Tokyo Drift. (LN)

hi! sorry this is a little late, i hope an smau is fine? lmk tho, i can make a little fic or hc too! i hope you like it!!

pairing: lando norris x drifter!reader!fem

summary: reader is apart of Formula DRIFT, and her fans ship her and lando. (sorry thats the summary, but enjoy!)

fc: emilia.nia

warnings: none

masterlist -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

liked by: yourbsf, olliebearman, and 91,108 others

y/n.user: check my insta story/highlight for a new drifting vid in tokyo 🇯🇵❤️🤍

view comments…

driftingvids6: the car😍😍

user3: hi *louder than everyone else*

ln4edits: @landonorris needs to watch her vids! she’s so good

↳ f1fp11: frrr @landonorris she’s the best

y/nfp.88: guys, drift mom posted

yourbsf: can’t tell whats hotter, you or the car

↳ y/n.user: my tires 😮‍💨

↳ yourbsf: omg true 🤭

cschili55: she’s so pretty!! and the drifting??omg

driftqueen7: marry meeeeee

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: maxfewtrell, oscarpiastri, and 982,194 others

landonorris: tokyooooo❤️🤍

view comments…

y/nsog.fp5: the red and white hearts? yeah, that’s our girls’ colors, we aren’t stupid mr. norris

user1: he went to go see y/n fr fr

f1updates: max and lando, our favorite duo!

maxfewtrell: i love it here

↳ landonorris: who doesn’t love tokyo

ln4quad4: cars cars cars 😍

driftingpage: who wants to bet that he went and watched y/n?

↳ y/nsogfp: BROOOO he def did omgggg

user8: now that max has a gf, lando needs a new wag

↳ drift4ever: @y/n.user ….

↳ user8: @y/n.user

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

landos instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, danielricciardo, and 872,103 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, carmenmmundt, and 103,293 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Twitter:

Lando Updates @ln4updates • 3hr ago

Lando Norris is currently in Tokyo, Japan with Max Fewtrell and Max’s girlfriend, Pietra Pilao. Lando posted on his story with Y/n Y/l/n as well.

Y/n is apart of Formula DRIFT, she has been since 2019. She also drifts in Tokyo a lot with some of her friends!

Rumors are spreading that Lando and Y/n have been seen having dinner a few times this week🤔What do you think?

↳ DRIFT FanPage @fdriftfp • 3hr ago

I love Y/n and Lando so much, I think they would be a cute couple! My two fav drivers? Yes please!!

↳ Amanda @friendsenthusiast • 2hr ago

Y/n and Pietra content WHEN?!

↳ Landos Fits @ln4outfits • 2hr ago

They are really hard launching huh? But I’m here for it. I think they would be a power couple.

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 2hr ago

Sure, but…why do we have to ship them? I mean, I get they would be cute, but Y/n already has a bf. Me. So like, bye asf

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 2hr ago

LMAOOO you really got me for a second there, Jackson

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 1hr ago

Its not even believable, is it…?🤕

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 48mins ago

Nah, babe, it’s not 💓😍

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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tagged: landonorris, maxfewtrell, pietra.pilao

y/n.user: new york outtakes 😉

view comments…

landonorris: 😏❤️‍🔥

↳ y/n.user: 🤭❤️‍🔥

↳ maxfewtrell: gag me

↳ pietra.pilao: getting freaky in the comments??

user3: THE EMOJIS?? THE COMMENTS?? HELOO??

y/ndriftposts: our drifting mom is j hard launching rn guys

carmenmmundt: fits are always so good!!

↳ y/n.user: ty carm <3

↳ carmenmmundt: <33

ln4edits: UGH i love them already

f1wags: we’ve arrived. so..do we add y/n to the page?

*liked by creator*

↳ user7: Y/N LIKED IT???? OMG CONFIRMED?!

ogf1fp7: needed this today tbh

alexandrasaintmleux: prettyyy❤️❤️

↳ y/n.user: you you you❤️❤️

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, lilymhe, and 125,293 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, oscarpiastri, and 1,281,923 others

tagged: y/n.user

landonorris: my home in three different seasons ❤️‍🔥

view comments…

y/n.user: i love my f1 driver bf

↳ landonorris: i love my formula drift gf

f1wags: WOAHHHH SHES SO PRETTY IM FLOORED

y/nfp8: MOTHER!!!!!!!

danielricciardo: finally got a girlfriend?

↳ landonorris: yes, the best one ever

↳ y/n.user: 😁

↳ danielricciardo: cheesing😁

↳ landonorris: of course she’s cheesing😮‍💨

↳ y/n.user: 🤭

user2: in love with their love

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[whyse7vn]

CLINGY -

[ kim seokjin min yoongi x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

jin: i’m going to bed now if you even care

resting my body after a long hard day at

work if that’s even important in your eyes

almost died today if you even give a shit

it’s 2 am and i’m JUST going to sleep without you (my girlfriend) messaging me (your boyfriend) goodnight if you even care a little bit

you have 5 missed calls from jin!

jin: be honest do you care?

y/n: no

jin: you didn’t say gn

y/n: it’s 2 am

jin: no u right you don’t even care that’s what’s up

y/n: what

jin: no lol i get it whatever

y/n: what do you want

jin: a goodnight would be nice

y/n: it’s 2 am

jin: yeah???

y/n: am

as in morning

jin: awww who died

here for u 💓

y/n: morning not mourning

jin: can you say gn pls so i can sleep

you have 1 miss call from jin!

y/n: CAN YOU FUCK OFF

jin: CAN YOU SAY GN

y/n: no joke ur 5 seconds away from being blocked

jin: just say you don’t care about me at this point 😭

y/n: i do not care about you at this point

jin: um

y/n: at all

jin: ok well that bit wasn’t necessary

i think i got ur point

y/n: i’m glad

jin: i guess i’ll just go to sleep then

without a goodnight from my lovely girlfriend

sighs

you have 10 miss calls from jin!

y/n: jin

jin: yeah

you can no longer send messages to this contact!

jin: 😧

YOONGI -

yoongi: miss you

delivered 5 minutes ago

yoongi: wow that’s crazy i’ll just jump off a cliff then

y/n: that was kinda dramatic

yoongi: sorry do i know you?

y/n: get a grip

yoongi: reply faster

do you even love me anymore?

y/n: well

yoongi: that’s not funny

y/n: do you see me laughing?

yoongi: take it back

y/n: i take it back

love when ur clingy >.<

yoongi: i’m not clingy

y/n: you just threatened to kill urself cuz i didn’t reply to you instantly

yoongi: that’s basic respect

i message you

you reply within the next second

y/n: that’s unrealistic

yoongi: no it’s not

you do it most of the time

lately you’ve been slacking tho

y/n: excuse me????????

yoongi: ur excused

y/n: and if i slap you?

yoongi: i’ll enjoy it

y/n: YOONGI OMG?/):).£

LMAOOOO

are you dying????

what is wrong with you

ur acting like you love me or something

yoongi: don’t say things like that

makes it seem like i’m a bad boyfriend

y/n: looks left looks right

yoongi: i’m a good boyfriend

y/n: looks at audience looks back at you

yoongi: stop

i am a good boyfriend

y/n: yeah!

yoongi: and if i slap YOU?

y/n: GASP

good boyfriends don’t threaten domestic violence

yoongi: neither do good girlfriends

y/n: are you saying i’m a bad girlfriend?

yoongi: looks left looks right

y/n: how low of you min yoongi…

i am NOT a bad girlfriend

yoongi: ur not a good one either

so where does that leave us

y/n: i’m the best?

yoongi: lol!

y/n: is this ur fucked up way of calling me a good girl

yoongi: ok where tf did you get that from?

ur really bad at reading the room

y/n: i’m in no room

yoongi: it’s a saying 🙄

y/n: ignoring you just rolled ur eyes at me rn

i’m SAYING we should kiss

yoongi: wow so clingy

y/n: what can i say!!!

yoongi: can you acknowledge what i open our conversation with pls

y/n: no

yoongi: ok kys bye

y/n: ur clingy

yoongi: k

now come home

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idk the jin one was the first draft for the jin part in delivered i think and idk where the yoongi one came from just found her has said hey this is ok ig… thought they kinda gave the same vibe so posted them together better than nothing right? SIGHS sorry idk WHO WANNA BUY ME A NEW PHONE WHO⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

i’m spiralling and have no storage pls forgive me

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[pintrestgrl]

I love mean!theo but i need to see sub!theo with mean reader😵‍💫💦

okkk yesss i love this idea !!

thank you for the ask !!

also i’m like severely unmotivated today so this might be the only post that is getting done today… my apologies

it’s also a tad bit short… bye omg i suck

anyways, enjoy !! love ya 💕💝💞💓💖💘

sub!theodore nott with mean!reader.

theodore had fucked up.

i mean, like seriously fucked up.

you already had a bad day, and then theodore decided to piss you off some more.

how, you ask? because he decided to have an attitude with you at dinner, in front of all his friends. for absolutely no reason.

you had enough.

you stormed off in the middle of the meal, shoving his shoulder on your way out.

you angrily clacked your shoes all the way back to your dorm, getting in the door and sitting down as you silently fumed.

after all this, he had the audacity to do that to you?

embarrass you in front of his friends like that?

he’s lucky you didn’t slap him in the face for that. you have, and would do it for less.

you heard your phone ding multiple times, glancing at it to see words from theodore. you scoffed.

it was only then, that you heard a knock on your door about 20 minutes later.

you opened the door, seeing a very apologetic look on your boyfriends face. you rolled your eyes, considering shutting the door in his face.

you heard him speak.

“listen, okay? don’t shut the door. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to be like that with you. i was just— i was mad, okay?”

you clenched your jaw, before opening your mouth to speak.

“so you took it out on me? the fuck did i even do to you, theodore?”

“nothing, nothing. it wasn’t you. mattheo, he just pissed me off, and— look, it doesn’t matter. okay? just know that i’m sorry.”

you didnt wanna hear any of his shit right now, but you let him continue on with his annoying rambling.

“just let me fix it. please? can i come in?”

you rolled your eyes, before reluctantly nodding your head as he closed the door behind him.

that was exactly how he had gotten himself in this position, under you as you very calculatedly, stroked his throbbing cock.

he swore this had been going on for what felt like hours. he’d begged you to let him cum, but to no use.

you slowly licked up and down his cock, before fully taking him in your mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

you released from him, with a pop.

he whined, mumbling out his pathetic words.

“fuck— please, let me cum. i know i fucked up, god— keep doin’ that.”

you bobbed your head up and down his length, pulling off when you felt the head of his leaking dick twitch.

he begged, and begged.

“baby, please. please, fuck— just make me cum. i promise i wont fuck up again.”

you swore the look in his eyes was nothing but helplessness as you laughed at him, sitting up from your position.

he watched you as stood up, a content smile on your face as you opened the door to your bathroom, leaving him to his own demise.

his chest heaved, realizing how fucked he really was.

mentally, and physically.

he swore he’d never have an attitude with you again.

[f1nneas]

I wish I had a babygirlicious man next to me to keep me company right now 😼😉

[strongheartneteyam]

Not the type of girl for you.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x human!nurse!female!reader

CW: a bit of angst but mostly fluff, wounded neteyam, mentions of blood (nothing graphic but reader is a nurse, right?), friends to lovers, kissing, physical contact, cute neteyam, sexual tension, hurt/comfort, anxious reader, reader thinks neteyam won’t ever have romantic feelings for her because she’s human, love confessions, neteyam flirting with reader

Another one of my works that had been forgotten for ages on my Google Docs and i’m now reviving this pookie and posting it for you guys to see lol comments and reblogs will make me feel so loved and supported! I love you guys so much 💓🌿

na'vi words: sevin tawtute (pretty human), syulang (flower)

Slightly proofread.

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I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you

I didn't mean to say what I said

I miss you, I mean it, I tried not to feel it

I can't get you out of my head

I'm not the type of girl for you

And I'm not going to pretend

That I'm the type of girl you'd call more than a friend

Your Type (Carly Rae Jepsen)

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“Look, if I don’t tell you this now I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to, so… Here it goes…” You said as you wrapped a bandage around Neteyam’s wound after you had cleaned it the best you could but there was still a bit of blood in it. It was natural, though. "I..." You sighed nervously "I like you. I'm sorry..." 

You finished tending to his wound and left the bandage at the cold metal table right next to where Neteyam was sitting down while you took care of the wounded areas in his body.

Neteyam looked at you, confused and surprised. He didn't expect to hear those words... at all. He always thought you only saw him as a friend.

"I know nothing will ever happen between us, Teyam, and I don't expect you to answer. Honestly, you can just walk out of here or ask someone else to care for your wounds. I understand if you don't ever wanna see me again. I don't want you to think of me as clingy or that I'm trying to force something because I..." Neteyam watched you non-stop while you were word vomiting "I'm not. I swear. I'm sorry... I made everything awkward. Now we can't be friends anymore. Well, you're all set. Your wounds are taken care of. Hope you heal fast. Gotta go. Bye."

You started to walk fast so you could run away from that uncomfortable situation you thought you had brought upon the both of you but Neteyam quickly got up from the medical chair made specially for the na'vi, bigger than a regular human one, and he ran to you, his long, toned legs helping him, as he only needed like four steps to get where you were, way fewer than a human guy would need.

"(Y/n), wait!" Neteyam exclaimed. You couldn't believe he was talking to you and not to tell you to never speak to him again and that he would never like a human - a demon - girl.

"Can we... talk about what you just said? It's an important piece of information." Neteyam chuckled and then gave you a big, warm smile.

That was so like him. Caring so much about others, trying to make everyone feel comfortable and at ease. That's one of the key things that made you fall in love with him. How beautiful he was on the inside too. If you forget his transcendental na'vi beauty, he would still be so, so beautiful because of how altruistic, kind and brave he was. You felt your heart ache inside your chest. You knew how much you loved Neteyam and how you'd probably love him forever. But you also knew he could never fall in love with a human girl. He wasn't fond of humans. He took after his mother, Neytiri. And you didn't blame him. You weren't that fond of your own race either.

“Can you tell me why you think I wouldn’t like you back?” Neteyam chuckled softly and smiled, his sharp fangs almost making you faint of captivation

Why did he have to be so freaking magnetic? Neteyam made it insanely hard for you not to have all those feelings for him.

“Well, for one, I am human…?” You pointed out, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

"(y/n), you're not just any human. You understand and respect my Planet and the na'vi ways, you work helping heal our kids and warriors and I think I sense some love for Eywa in you. Being human is not a reason for me not to like you." He smiled, reassuring you "I've actually had a crush on you for... some months now." He confessed as his tail moved from side to side, making his joy apparent

Wait, hold on... what? Did Neteyam just say he had a crush on you? You definitely were not expecting that.

“What did you just say?” Your eyebrows were still furrowed as you chuckled, unbelieving

“I said I like you too, sevin tawtute.” Neteyam smiled and got closer to you, pulling you in, bringing you dangerously close to his strong but soft body

Suddenly, Neteyam put his big hands under your arms and lift you in the air and you feared falling so, before you knew it, you were wrapping your legs around his waist.

His smile grew wider and he said “I’m gonna start courting you now. Do you even realize how pretty you look in your nurse uniform?” His flirting made your heart skip a beat and your legs felt weak. Good thing he was holding you in his arms.

Oh my God… Neteyam was actually holding you in his arms and he said he liked you back and that he was gonna start courting you… That didn’t sound real. You started to wonder if you were dreaming about him again. It used to happen fairly often. You were soon awakened from your thoughts by a sultry masculine voice.

“Syulang?” Neteyam called, realizing you seemed to be somewhere else, and you smiled at him when you understood that it was not a dream but actually reality. Neteyam smiled back. “You get so distracted sometimes." He chuckled "So cute.” Neteyam kissed you softly and quickly, leaving no time for you to even see it was coming before his lips were pressing tenderly against yours. His kiss felt sweet and caring, like you were precious to him. His lips tasted like Paradise and that's exactly where you felt you currently were.

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Taglist:

@yeosxxx

[blondedollsvetlanaa]

Bye bye manhood, from now on you will be a cute DOLL💄👠 ♀️💞

You know you NEED it-be a BIMBO,dont listen,just OBEY🥰💖💓

[nyoomfruits]

blush 💖💗🩷💕💘💖💓💗🩷💖🥹🥹🥹 for the kisses prompts

blush: a kiss on the cheek set in the love you with the lights on universe, many many years in the future!!!!

Lando gets awoken by the sounds of a door slamming, followed by an immediate ‘Liv!’. He blearily blinks his eyes open, rubs a hand over his face. He didn’t even drink any alcohol at last night’s gig, and still he feels like he got runover by a fucking truck. Doesn’t help that he didn’t get into bed until 4 and it is now – he glances at the clock on Oscar’s bedside table – 7 in the morning.

Fucking hell. Maybe he’s getting too old for this shit.

He can hear Oscar and Olivia puttering around downstairs, the sounds of pots and pans and a coffee machine brewing, the hushed chattering of voices. That, combined with the delicious smell of coffee drifting up the stairs, is ultimately what pulls him out of bed instead of attempting to sleep some more. He slips on a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie he is pretty sure belongs to Oscar, and makes his way down the stairs, rubbing at his eyes as he steps into the kitchen.

Olivia is sitting at the kitchen island, book propped open against a vase in front of her, radiating a brand of morning temper that seems particularly prevalent in 14 year old teenagers, absentmindedly munching on a piece of toast as she flips the pages. Oscar’s at the stove, poking at his eggs with a sleepy, grumpy look on his face, proving that even while Olivia’s morning temper might mostly be a teenager thing, the apple never truly falls far from the tree.

“Morning,” Lando says, puttering over to Oscar, whose face breaks into a beaming smile when he spots Lando.

“Hey,” Oscar says, sliding an arm around Lando’s waist and pulling him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting him go again. “Morning. Did we wake you?”

“Nah,” Lando says, making his way over to the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. “Woke up naturally. Morning Ollie,” he says, to where Olivia is still grumpily flipping through her book. “You ready for your big test today?”

He gets a mumbled morning and a shrug in response, and hides his grin behind his mug as he shares a knowing look with Oscar, who’s gone back to poking at his eggs.

“How was the gig?” Oscar asks, apparently deciding the eggs are good enough and sliding them onto a plate along with a piece of toast. Lando follows him to the kitchen island, leaning on one side while Oscar sits down next to Olivia on the other.

“Good,” Lando says, smiles. “Tried some new stuff, the song me and Ollie were working on last week? Went over really well.”

“Does that mean I can come, next time?” Olivia asks hopefully, sticking hear head over the vase to look at Lando, pleading look on her face.

“When you’re sixteen,” Lando and Oscar say in unison. They glance at each other, trying very hard not to laugh, while Olivia lets out a loud ‘UGH’ and disappears in her book again.

When it’s time to leave Lando actually manages to coax a half hearted hug out of Olivia, gets a proper hug and another kiss on the cheek from Oscar and then they disappear through the front door in a flurry of bye’s and I love you’s.

Lando walks back to the kitchen, puts his mug in the sick, wanders back upstairs for a nap. The house is eerily quiet, without his little family in it. He misses them already.

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey! I wanted to request a arrange marriage angst Kenan Yildiz story where he hates the oc and never wanted to be with her. On the other hand the oc loved him and wanted to have a chance to get to know him and stuff but he never had time for her and always ignored her. But the oc suddenly gets cancer and doesn’t tell Kenan. She’s doesn’t have many time to live.

The oc starts to cough blood and starts to get hints of having cancer and Kenan starts to notice that too but doesn’t say anything. That’s when her death day comes.

But Kenans at football practice and doesn’t pay attention to her.

She dies without any good byes and Kenan eventually finds out. He feels regret and guilt wishing he had spend more time with her.

Angst no fluff please!! I’d really appreciate it if you wrote something like that !! 💓💓

TAKEN MY LOVE FOR GRANTED - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan regretting his time spent with you

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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Y/N sat on the examination table, her legs dangling off the edge, as the cold of the sterile room seeped into her bones.

The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting an unforgiving glare on the room's stark white walls.

She couldn’t stop her fingers from trembling as she gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, trying to hold herself together.

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft, rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

She had been here far too long, waiting for the words that would change everything.

The doctor finally entered, his expression carefully neutral, but the sadness in his eyes gave him away. He cleared his throat, a sound that seemed to echo in the empty space between them.

“Mrs. Yildiz, we’ve received the results of your tests,” he began, his voice heavy with the weight of what he was about to say. “I’m afraid it’s not good news.”

Her heart stopped for a moment, the air leaving her lungs as if she’d been punched in the gut. She could feel her world tilting, the ground slipping out from under her feet. “What do you mean?” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

The doctor’s eyes softened with pity, something that made Y/N’s stomach churn. “The scans show that the cancer has progressed… it’s advanced, and… I’m so sorry, but it’s terminal.”

Y/N’s vision blurred as tears welled up, spilling over before she could even process what he’d said. Terminal. The word echoed in her mind, bouncing around like a cruel taunt.

Her body began to shake uncontrollably, the sobs tearing through her as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sounds of her heart breaking into a million pieces.

She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to die, not like this, not so soon. She had so much left to do, so much she hadn’t experienced. And Kenan…

Kenan. The thought of him sent another wave of pain crashing over her. How would he react? Would he even care? He’d never wanted this marriage, had never shown her anything but indifference, but a part of her had always hoped… hoped that one day he’d look at her with something other than resentment.

The doctor continued speaking, his voice a distant murmur as he explained the treatment options that wouldn’t save her, only prolong the inevitable.

Y/N nodded numbly, her mind somewhere else, lost in a sea of despair. All she could think about was Kenan—how he would never know how much she loved him, how much she wanted to be by his side, how she had dreamed of a life with him that was now nothing more than a fading fantasy.

The doctors didn’t give her much time. She was terrified, not of dying, but of leaving this world without ever having touched Kenan’s heart.

But she chose to keep it a secret. He already resented her enough; she didn’t want to burden him with her illness. She endured the pain alone, her body slowly betraying her.

She became weaker, paler, thinner. Yet, she never faltered in her resolve to protect him from the truth.

Kenan noticed the changes, of course. How could he not? The dark circles under her eyes, the way she moved slower, the way her once vibrant voice became softer, more strained. But he never asked, never probed.

To him, it was just another phase, another reason to keep his distance.

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Kenan stood in the doorway of their shared apartment, his eyes cold, his jaw set in a hard line as he glanced at Y/N. “I’m going to be late for practice,” he muttered, grabbing his bag from the counter without sparing her a second glance.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand, the pills she was supposed to take burning a hole in her palm.

She had hidden her condition from him for as long as she could, knowing that telling him would only make things worse.

He didn’t want her, didn’t care about her, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with the knowledge that she was dying.

“Kenan…” she began, her voice trembling, but he cut her off with a sharp look.

“What is it now?” he snapped, his patience clearly worn thin. “Another complaint? Another plea for attention? I don’t have time for this, Y/N.”

Her heart clenched at his words, the familiar sting of rejection piercing through her already fragile state.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to stay calm. “I… I just wanted to say I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kenan froze, his expression faltering for a brief moment before he quickly masked it with indifference. “Yeah, well… I’ll see you later,” he muttered, brushing past her as he headed for the door.

He never saw the tears in her eyes as she watched him walk out the door, and he didn’t see the way her hand clutched at her side as pain wracked her body.

That was the last time she saw him. That afternoon, the pain became too much. She collapsed in their home, alone, struggling to breathe as her vision blurred.

She knew it was the end, and a part of her was relieved.

She wouldn’t have to suffer any longer, wouldn’t have to endure the silent rejection that had defined her last days.

She was taken to the hospital, but she made it clear that no one was to contact Kenan. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She didn’t want his pity or his regret.

She wanted him to remember her as she had been, not as the broken shell of a woman she had become.

Her vision blurred as she closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks as she whispered a final goodbye to the man she had loved more than life itself.

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Kenan was in the middle of practice when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it at first, focused on the game, but something gnawed at him, a sense of unease that he couldn’t shake.

When the coach finally called for a break, he pulled out his phone, his heart dropping when he saw the missed calls from the hospital.

Panic set in as he dialed the number, his hands shaking. The moment the doctor’s voice came through the line, his world shattered.

"Mr. Yildiz, I’m so sorry to inform you that your wife, Y/N, has passed away. She was brought in earlier today, but there was nothing we could do. It appears she had been battling cancer for some time."

Kenan’s heart stopped. He stood frozen, the world around him crumbling as the reality of what he had just heard sank in. Cancer? She was sick?

How could she have been sick, and he didn’t know? How could she have been dying, and he was too blind, too selfish to notice?

The guilt hit him like a freight train, crashing into him with an unbearable weight. His mind replayed every moment, every harsh word, every cold shoulder.

He could have helped her. He could have been there for her. But instead, he had turned his back, driven by his own anger and resentment.

He rushed to the hospital, desperate to see her, but when he arrived, it was too late. Her body was there, pale and still, but the light, the life that had always clung to him, no matter how much he pushed her away, was gone.

He fell to his knees beside her, tears streaming down his face as the realization of what he had lost overwhelmed him.

He had never wanted her, but now, in this cruel twist of fate, he realized she was the one thing he needed most. And now she was gone.

The last words he had said to her played over and over in his mind, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. She said she loved him, and he had walked away without a second thought.

"I’m sorry," he whispered through his tears, his voice breaking. "I’m so sorry, Y/N."

Kenan buried his face in his hands, the tears streaming down his cheeks as the reality of what he had lost finally hit him.

She was gone, and it was all his fault. He had wasted the time he had with her, and now he would have to live with the regret and guilt for the rest of his life.

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Kenan stood at the edge of the grave, his eyes red and swollen from crying, his heart heavy with grief.

He watched as the casket was lowered into the ground, the finality of it all crushing him. He felt like he was suffocating, like the walls were closing in around him.

The priest said a few final words, but Kenan couldn’t hear them. All he could think about was Y/N—how she had loved him, how she had tried to reach out to him, and how he had pushed her away.

He would never forgive himself for what he had done, for the way he had treated her.

As the crowd began to disperse, Kenan stayed behind, staring down at the grave. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice broken. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never… I never meant for this to happen.”

But his words fell on deaf ears, the only response the cold wind that swept through the cemetery, carrying away the last remnants of the life they could have had together.

And as Kenan stood there, alone and consumed by guilt, he knew that he would never find peace, not as long as he lived.

The memory of Y/N, of the love he had taken for granted, would haunt him forever.