#lana del rey x fem reader

[promsong-gonewrong]

Never Let Me Go - Lana Del Rey x Fem!Reader

Lana had never wanted to know someone more. 

All around, hot bodies smothered in glitter and sweat swarmed close to her, but she paid no mind. Lana kept a cold cup of alcohol close to her lips, slowly sipping as to not lose her consciousness too fast tonight. Sure, normally she would have downed her first few drinks hours ago but tonight was different. The red liquid was bitter and she didn’t care much for it anyway, so why get drunk at some stupid party she didn’t even want to be at? 

The music, awful, but still somewhat socially acceptable circled Lana’s brain. She didn’t feel like dancing three hours ago and she sure as hell wouldn’t now. 

She shakes her head at yet another stranger's offer to dance. He rolls his eyes, shoving his way past her. “Fuck you,” she whispers, a small smile on her face. Another sip of her drink and Lana presses even further into the corner she’s confined herself into. The only reason she’s really still here is because of you, and the slight chance she may get to talk to you. 

God, she didn’t even know you! But she wanted to. She wanted to know everything. 

And yeah, Lana could tell you had a boyfriend but she really didn’t care right now. She was annoyed at everything, and your boyfriend's possessive arm around your waist was really starting to piss her off. And it wasn’t just the arm that would grab you tighter every time a new guy walked close to you. 

It was also the way he hadn’t even looked at you all night, the multiple tears that'd fallen from your eyes, the meaningless fights you’d had before you even walked through these doors with him…

You were also nursing your first drink, but looked completely numb from Lana’s point of view. Your melancholy features caught her eye immediately, and she hadn’t thought about anything else since she’d arrived. You in that blue dress with a small white cardigan. Your perfectly curled hair and watery eyes. 

Lana slowly bites her bottom lip, a small smile inching its way onto her face. You had finally noticed her back. She quickly glances to the floor, then immediately back to you, satisfied to see that your eyes never left her. 

To her confusion, you quickly wipe your face with your hand and shake your boyfriend’s grip off of you, disappearing into the large crowd. Lana loses sight of you quickly, and decides to find you before your now very angry boyfriend does. 

She sees a flash of a white cardigan heading for the bathroom and darts to the location as fast as her legs can take her, only moving faster when she hears the door slam loudly. The loud music and shouting of voices around her only gives her more of a reason to twist the doorknob open, startling you. 

“Sorry, I just-” Lana begins, out of breath. Her hazel eyes inspect you up and down. Tissues are gripped tightly in your hand, bunched up to your nose. Your eyes are slightly widened at her arrival, and you quickly try and clean yourself up. 

“It’s okay,” you say, voice slightly cracked. You clear your throat, throwing out the tissues in your hand into a small black garbage can near your feet. The bathroom is small and grubby, horribly reeking of smoke. “You’ve been watching me all night,” you break the silence, slightly raising your eyebrows at her. Lana backs up slightly, she didn’t expect such a bold statement from you.

Lana nervously bites her lip again, and she can feel her heartbeat in her warm face. “He’s a fucking idiot. You’re so-” Lana shakes her head, trying to find the words. “You just, fuck, I don’t know, I don’t,” Lana mumbles, more embarrassed than she’d like to admit. She should probably just leave now and save whatever dignity she had left. She had been watching you all night and now couldn’t say anything to your perfect face. “I don’t know you. But I know you deserve to be treated better…” Painfully, she dares to glance back at you, and is relieved to find you wearing a slight smile. 

“Thank you.”

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Lana’s apartment is noticeably small but immediately brings you a sense of comfort you’ve been missing for several months. Two black cats come running up to her as she closes her door, and she excitedly whispers sweet nothings to them as you get a closer look around. Loose sheets of music and papers and messily stacked on her countertop and desks, but the rest of the apartment is fairly clean, illuminated by soft yellow lights. 

“Nothin’ special” Lana says, a grin on her face is evident in her voice. You take off your shoes and place them neatly by her door.

“I love it,” you whisper, truthfully. 

Lana watches carefully as you remove your white cardigan and place it on one of her kitchen chairs. Your pale blue dress moves with you as you step into her living room, admiring the furniture and music collection as Lana admires you from afar, once again. You were already noticeably brighter than you had been less than an hour ago. She’s grateful you left with her tonight, accepting her offer, instead of going back to him.

You were so cool, so graceful, so effortlessly elegant. Lana didn’t know what she was doing or what this meant for you both. 

“You’re so pretty…” 

You turn your gaze back to Lana, blushing from her compliment. 

“I’ve never…” Lana pauses reluctantly, starting to walk over to you. “I’ve never done this. I don’t know what I’m doing with you.” Lana hides her face in her hands from your gentle smile. 

“I don’t know either,” you whisper. Your hands lightly take hold of her wrists, slowly pulling them off of her face and intertwining your hands with hers. “Have you ever been with…” you trail off as Lana nods quickly. She closes her eyes at your simple touch of leisurely trailing your fingers down her wrists and arms. Lana gasps softly as your fingertips gently circle the insides of her arm. 

“What about him?” Lana’s eyes remain closed as she asks the question. You take in her pretty features while the thought of your sorry excuse of a boyfriend comes to mind. 

“What about him?” You repeat her question, teasingly. Lana laughs, eyes crinkling. Her smile fades as you get closer to her, her nerves evident in the way she squeezes your arm slightly.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” Lana’s big eyes bore into yours, looking for an answer that you give. Slowly leaning in, you press a soft kiss to Lana’s lips, hands sliding down her arms. She immediately kisses you back, parting her mouth onto yours. You whisper against her,

“You don’t have to say anything…”

[greengoblinswifey]

Love Story for the New Age- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— your love story with nicholas unfolds amidst the chaos of fame and paparazzi as you explore NYC together.

warnings— nothing explicit. fluff, kissing, ass squeezing, established relationship, protective and sweetheart nicholas.

a/n— read while listening to National Anthem by Lana Del Rey, preferably the demo version but the released works <3

You walked down the bustling streets of New York, hand in hand with Nicholas, heads down, sunglasses shielding your faces from the curious eyes of passersby. Security followed a few steps behind, giving space but always watchful. The city's constant hum surrounded you, honking taxis, the chatter of people, and the distant murmur of traffic. New York a couple years ago seemed like a distant dream but here you were, on a casual day.

As you passed a cozy-looking restaurant, the smell of food made you glance up. Just then, a woman working inside recognized Nicholas, her face lighting up in excitement. “I love your work! You’re amazing!” she exclaimed, “you’re even better looking in person.”

He smiled warmly, still holding on to your hand. “Thank you,” he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You felt a wave of pride, seeing him appreciated for his talent and staying so down-to-earth despite his new found popularity.

The woman, clearly eager to please, offered, “Would you both like to skip the line? I can get you seated right away.” He politely declined, shaking his head. “No, thank you. We’ll wait our turn.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud of him in that moment. Despite his fame, he remained humble and grounded. As you stood in line together, your heart swelled with admiration, grateful for the man beside you who stayed true to himself, even with the world watching.

“I’m proud of you,” you smiled, looking up at him.

“I know you are baby, it’s nothing, I just did what I was supposed to.” Always so humble.

After waiting for a few minutes you were finally seated with the promise that someone would be with you to take your orders.

The cozy ambiance of the restaurant was a welcome break from the chaos outside. As you scanned the options, you smiled and decided on pasta, having heard rave reviews about the restaurant’s dishes.

“The last time I ordered pasta from a restaurant it was so bad, I swear to god if it’s bad again I’ll scream,” you groaned. Nicholas, still glancing over the menu, seemed to be carefully considering his choice.

Just as you were about to put the menu down, a sudden flash caught your eye. You blinked, confused, and glanced toward the window. Outside, a group of paparazzi had gathered, their cameras pointed directly at you both, flashing non-stop.

You gasped and turned to Nicholas. “Oh my God, did you call them? You didn’t call them, did you?” He shook his head, looking just as surprised as you. “No, of course not. Why would I do that? This is crazy.”

You let out a small giggle despite yourself, but the constant barrage of camera flashes started to get on your nerves. Annoyed, you shielded your face with your hand. Nicholas did the same, his jaw tightening as the flashing continued. Neither of you moved, trying to keep the moment from spiraling into full-blown chaos, but the attention was unsettling.

Finally, the waitress approached the table with a warm smile. She complimented your hair, making you smile despite the chaos around you, and then turned to your boyfriend.

“I have to say,” she began, “your acting in Monsters was incredible. I just love the show and sympathize with the Menendez brothers.”

Nicholas gave her a grateful smile, genuinely touched by the compliment. “Thank you so much, that’s really sweet of you,” he responded, his tone soft and appreciative.

“She’s sweet,” you added, after the waitress left with your orders written down.

You noticed, though, that the first woman who’d greeted you earlier had barely acknowledged your presence. It stung a little, but you brushed it off, focusing instead on the waitress’s kindness and his down-to-earth reaction.

Outside, the paparazzi continued to snap pictures occasionally, but the intensity had lessened. Now, they seemed content with waiting for the two of you to finish your meal, no doubt hoping for more shots or a word as you left.

“I used to think celebrities called paparazzi on themselves but you didn’t and here they are,” you chuckled, sinking into your seat.

“Me too baby,” he reached across and caressed your hand in his, “I know it’s annoying and feels stalkerish but I’ll deal with it.”

You were content with his response. Paparazzi was dangerous, growing up you believed they were responsible for Britney Spears’ despise, tormenting her and catching her at her most vulnerable moments. The media had a frenzy with the pictures they would capture and you didn’t want that for Nicholas. You didn’t want them to paint a false narrative of him like they did so many other famous people. They were inhumane.

After the food arrived, you dug into your pasta and instantly lit up. “Oh my God, this is so good, Nick!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide with delight.

Nicholas smiled at you, leaning in to take a bite from your plate. Just as he tasted it, there was another flash. The paparazzi had caught the moment right as he savored the pasta.

You giggled, shaking your head. “I hope they got our good side,” you teased, causing both of you to burst into laughter.

When the meal was over, you reached for your purse, ready to pay for both of you, but Nicholas was one step ahead. He had already slipped your card out earlier and left it in the car. “I wanted to pay!” you said, playfully annoyed, crossing your arms.

He grinned at you, shaking his head. “As long as you’re with me, you won’t even open your purse,” he said smoothly. “You don’t have to pay for anything. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m going to make sure you feel good, even with the little things.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling at how sweet and protective he was. He left a generous tip for the sweet waitress, who looked genuinely surprised. “Oh my God, thank you! I really needed this,” she said, her voice full of gratitude. She admired the gesture, clearly moved by his kindness.

He smiled humbly, but you could tell he was proud of making someone’s day.

“You didn’t have to do that, but you really helped someone today,” you said, smiling up at him.

As you got up to leave, the paparazzi were still lurking outside, snapping more photos. You had an idea. “Let’s give them something to talk about,” you said, grinning at Nicholas. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

You both struck a sexy pose for the cameras. Nicholas stood behind you, his hand casually resting on your waist, but just as the flashes went off, he cheekily grabbed your ass. You both laughed, knowing that picture would be all over the tabloids in no time, regrettably but you posed none the less, your hands on his chest, looking lovingly at the fine specimen of a man before you then placing a kiss on his lips.

With the flashes still going, you headed to the car, your security team ensuring the way was clear. As you got in, the paparazzi tried to shove their cameras into the car for more photos, almost hitting you in the face with their cameras. Nicholas quickly turned, his protective side kicking in.

“Back off, get out of my girlfriend’s face!” he snapped, glaring at them. You couldn’t help but feel a rush from the way he defended you, a little turned on by his assertiveness.

You both laughed together, the adrenaline still buzzing. As the driver sped off, you watched as the paparazzi tried to follow, but soon enough, they fell behind. You and Nicholas shared a satisfied smile, knowing you’d outpaced them.

When you and Nicholas finally arrived back at the hotel, you sighed in relief, glad to be there safely. As the car pulled into the hotel’s private garage, the day’s chaos finally seemed behind you. Earlier, you had thought about how these wild paparazzi chases could be dangerous, remembering the tragedy of the woman you admired, Princess Diana. It was believed that the paparazzi played a role in that accident, a sobering reminder of how things could spiral out of control.

Now, though, the two of you were safe inside, away from the frenzy. You decided to stay in for the night, curling up together in the cozy comfort of your suite. After changing into something comfortable, Nicholas ordered room service, and you both settled down on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you watched a movie.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before finding your lips. The kisses were soft and warm, a show of the love between you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, looking up at him. “For staying true to yourself today, even with everything going on. I love how grounded you are.”

He smiled at you, brushing stray curls behind your ear. “I wouldn’t want to do any of this with anyone else,” he replied softly. “I love you.”

As the night went on, you snuggled closer, feeling safe and loved in his arms. You reached for your phone, curious to what was brewing in the media. When you unlocked it, your eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, sitting up. Your boyfriend glanced over curiously as you scrolled through your feed. The pictures from the day had blown up all over social media. TMZ, The Shade Room, TikTok, everyone had caught onto the story. Headlines and comments were flooding in.

“This is the IT couple. This is a love story for the new age,” one article declared in bold letters.

People were raving about how happy they were to see Nicholas with a woman of color, and they couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were. You were overwhelmed, feeling both flattered and a bit surprised by all the attention.

He glanced at the screen, smiling softly before pulling you back against him. “You don’t need their compliments to know you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and affectionate. “I’m the lucky one. I get to be with you.”

You blushed, your heart swelling at his words. Leaning in, you kissed him gently on the lips before snuggling back into his chest. He planted another kiss on your forehead, and the two of you settled in for the night. Oh how you loved to be wrapped in the handsome man’s muscular arms.

[diorchids]

your purity is precious ! charlie mayhew.

father charlie mayhew who just can’t keep his filthy hands off you during private bible study lessons.

you’re sat on his lap. you two are just that close, there’s nothing abnormal about this. “father, you—you know a lot about this stuff,” you say, his fingers trailing toward your poor cunt, all wet and puffy under your panties. practically begging to be touched. “y-you’re very smart, father.” just give in, what’s so hard about it?

but you can’t.

his other one squeezes and kneads your soft, shapely breasts, fitting ever so perfectly in his rough and calloused hand. “you know,” he sighs in your ear, bulge pushing up against your plush ass, “your father never mentioned how beautiful you were, did he?” you hesitantly shake your head as he hooks his finger onto your panties and pulls them to the side. 

your lips part with a soft gasp as he drags his finger up your warmth, slickness spreading across your delicate parts. 

he leaned in closer, lowering his voice even more. “have you given your innocence away yet?” his breath was hot on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

the question catches you off guard, of course, you haven’t, that’d be disgusting. no man would ever look at—let alone marry a woman without her virginity, especially in your town.

“no, father, i—i’m waiting until marriage. i’m still pure,” you whisper.

he groans and softly pushes up against your ass. so pure, you are. you follow the word.

you’re clean.

“good girl, keep it that way. your purity is precious. remember that.” he says in your ear, breath still warm against your skin, making you softly grind down on his fingers. 

“i will,” you repeat in your head, that saying. my purity is precious, my purity is precious, my purity is precious.

his thick middle finger circles your tight hole before slipping in slowly, you wince and bite your full lip, stifling a loud cry. he grins sadistically. a small amount of blood coats his finger, he runs his tongue over his lip in response. 

“and you haven’t,” he pushes his finger in more, focusing on that spongy spot within, “touched yourself?” he felt a stirring in his pants, his thick cock straining against his slacks, begging to be let out.

you tell him you haven’t; it’s mostly true. though one time you got a bit carried away with your pillow.

his grin widened mischievously. "you mean to tell me that beautiful, untouched body of yours is... a virgin in every sense?" his hand on your breast slowly started to caress it again, his touch gentle yet so… perverse.

it’s like he was hungry.

“yes, f-father.” your legs trembled slightly as he dug deep inside of your warm, inviting hole, so soft and tight. the priests' voice grew husky as he spoke, "you know, my child... when i was your age, i couldn't keep my hands off myself. i'd touch myself every chance i got, in the shower, under the desk at school... sometimes even at church."

he speaks as if he doesn’t still touch himself every single night. 

his finger curls inside you, and an involuntary whine escapes your lips. your clit felt all fuzzy, and your tummy tightened as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth on his finger, blood prickling on your lip from the pressure of your teeth.

“that’s it. riiight there, take it all, my child. make yourself feel good,” his voice completely shifted, so smooth and still so low. 

he pulled out of you quickly, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucking them disgustingly. his eyes rolled back while he did, and you felt his fat cock throb through his pants as he tasted your sweet nectar, with a hint of a metallic taste. your virgin blood.

his focus slowly turned back to you, and he slipped his finger back in without a word, just groans and sighs filling the room. “my child, you—you are… the most precious thing,” your cunt tightens around his finger, telling him you were inching closer to release.

the feeling in your puffy, red clit was so overwhelming, heat reaching every part of your body in a matter of seconds. another hand comes and touches it, rubbing and pushing down on it as tears begin brimming your eyes while you cry loudly, legs shaking uncontrollably at this point. 

your vision began to blur as you felt your tummy release the knot it’d been tightening since he’d started touching you. “oh, father! i can’t—i…” you went numb completely, thrashing as your sticky juices flowed out of your, now, used hole. your moans were obnoxiously loud, you’d let go all over your poor priest.

he didn’t stop there though, rubbing and bucking his hips against your soft ass until he gets what he’s been wanting for ages. he pushes his hips up against you one more time before whimpering softly and groaning, breathing warmly against you. 

you both sat there for a minute, dazed and coming to your senses before he urged you to make yourself decent and ushered you out of his room, leaving you with familiar words. 

“your purity is so precious, my child.”

[tommyshelbysgoodgirl]

The man spread is fucking INSANE🫦😩‼️

[dorkszn]

“Lo, do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” You had asked him.

Now you look down at a body. Guts splattered. Blood painting the alleyway a sinful but beautiful red. Life drained from their dull eyes. His silver claws that glistened in the moonlight the same crimson color.

Anybody else would be scared, disgusted, terrified even. But not you. Not when he turns back to you with the softest look in his eyes despite the blood all over him. Despite the carcass of the person who’d dared to lay a finger on you that laid just behind him.

You just look at him with pure adoration and love. Not hint of fear in your body. Not even a sliver of it. His claws retreating back into his body as he steps towards you. He simply puts a hand on the back of your head and pulls you into his broad chest, holding you close.

“Yeah, of course I will, Bub.” He had answered.

[nareclipwse]

you know that theory that everyone has their own heaven? Well, mine would be something like this

[velvetwilde]

Who has the face like smarty does?

Who has the voice like smarty does?

Who has the choice like smarty does?

nobody, nobody, nobody.

[ellieabbyy]

nothing but respect for my president

[everymangetshiswish420]

Whatever the pic said 😇

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

CASUAL

…your friends call you a loser.

chapter one

NSFW. MINORS DNI.

tim drake x reader

series inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan

readers can expect: fem reader x tim drake. not explicit consent but both parties are willing participants. mention of panty stealing. penetrative sex, prone bone/doggy style. reader on birth control, tim finishes inside. hair pulling. mean-spirited dirty talk. marking kink if you squint. use of 'sweetheart.' no mention of reader finishing. tim is kind of an asshole. don't say i didn't warn you.

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you laugh at his joke, probably louder than you should’ve. 

you feel lydia’s eyes on you as you raise the red cup you’re holding up to your lips. 

you curse yourself silently. what were you even doing at yet another one of these dumb parties??

sure, it wasn’t being thrown by the snobbiest frat on campus, but it is at one of their family homes. you didn’t even know neighborhoods like this existed in gotham. the houses were ridiculously huge.

 lydia was dating her guy now, making her a semi permanent fixture. she had him now, and didn’t really need you for emotional support. 

so again, what the hell are you doing here?

the fabric of your dress is tight against your chest, and you squirm. you think your left nipple is starting to chafe. lydia looks at you expectantly.

“what?” you blink at her over the rim of your red cup, blink out of your train of thought.

 “i asked if you’ve been seeing anyone lately.” your friend settles back into her boyfriend, leaning on him with his arm slung over her shoulders. her boyfriend, josh, is a calm drunk, bobbing his head to the beat of the music and staring off into the distance. 

“it feels like this is the only place i’ll see him.” you mumble under your breath, waving a hand at lydia’s confused expression. “no, i’m not really seeing anyone right now.”

 “well look around! you’re surrounded by future sugar daddies. take your pick.” she gestures, pointing at one guy across the room, raising her eyebrow. “him?” 

you shake your head, curling a lip. “definitely not.”

“bummer.” lydia sighs.

“besides, don’t sugar daddies look for younger women? the guys here are all my age, so it’s pointle-” a hand slides around your hip, and your voice trails off. lydia’s eyes widen when she realizes who’s attached to the hand, the one curving around your lower waist to the front of your body. 

an almost entirely inappropriate hand placement. 

your heart thumps hard in your chest. maybe you’d question who it was if you couldn’t smell the soap his dry cleaner uses. 

you can feel the warmth of his hip pressed into yours as he sidles up next to you. josh practically snaps to attention when he sees that his frat president has his hand around your waist.

 “tim!” josh reaches his hand out to greet him. “didn’t even know you were here!”

tim takes his hand, the one not radiating heat into your hipbone, and shakes josh’s. 

“that’s how i like it.” he punctuates his sentence with a squeeze of your waist, and it takes every ounce of composure you have to not react.

lydia’s gaze keeps dragging between tim’s hand placement, your face, and tim, just over, and over, and over again. you chew on the inside of your lip.

you know how it looks. 

“so you’re ‘not seeing anybody?’ well i can see the frat president with his hands on you!!”

tim and josh finish a conversation about some frat-related event coming up, one that you were not paying attention to. while they were talking it felt like every nerve in your body had rewired itself to where his hand was sitting on your hip.

josh steers lydia away, over to the kitchen, full of stainless steel appliances and an island covered in bottles. 

you can feel her keep glancing back at you, but you can’t meet her eyes. 

you can’t. 

you catch a snippet of the sentence she whispers into her boyfriend’s ear. “..such a loser.” 

your palms start sweating. she throws you another look before josh pulls her back around, kissing her forehead. 

tim nudges you towards him, and you look at him. except you’re about eye level with his chest. his shirt is a deep blue, almost black. it’s starting to become your favorite color. his dark jeans sit low, covering the top of his shoes.

he chuckles under his breath, and sticks a finger under your chin, pulling your face up so you can look at his. he looks down at you through half-lids, his blue eyes sharp and gleaming. your heart pounds in your ears, in between your legs. 

he doesn’t ask you anything, doesn’t need to, but you’re nodding anyways. he smiles that cheshire cat smile at you, and a chill runs up your spine. 

he grabs your hand and pulls you along with him, over to the grand staircase. 

eric, drunk as ever, nods approvingly at tim. he pats tim’s shoulder as the two of you walk past. the guy next to eric whoops, laughing. his eyes run up and down your body. you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. instead, you plaster a smile on and wink, hurrying after tim. 

the two of you make it up the wood paneled staircase, the walls of the hallway covered in pristine family photos. you shudder at the pictured family’s matching stares and smiles. tim squeezes your hand, coming up to a set of double doors. he flashes you a smile, and your heart melts a little. 

tim lets go of your hand to open the double doors, revealing a huge room, and a four poster bed, draped with fabric, centered in the middle.

his eyes are full of that hard glint, a look you’ve become all too familiar with. he shuts the doors behind you, locking them. 

walking over to the bed, he sits on the edge of it, looking you over with his head tilted to the side. 

“wait, drake, is this the master bedroom?” you ask, turning around to see the whole room. there’s even an en suite bathroom. 

rich, rich, rich. 

“yeah.” tim reclines farther back onto the bed, leaning on his elbows. 

you say nothing, awkwardly shuffling your feet. 

“..and?” tim prompts you. he raises a hand to bat at the fabric overhead, catlike as ever.

“isn’t that like, a little disrespectful?” you run a hand through your hair, nervous. 

tim raises an eyebrow at you, and flops back onto the bed. his arms are behind his head, making his biceps bulge. a strand of hair falls into his eyes. your heart ba-bumps in your chest. his angular eyebrows scrunch together. he looks actually, genuinely confused.  

“to who?” he scoffs. “they should be so lucky.”

at that, you bite your tongue. (with great difficulty.)

you choose to look him up and down instead, noting his smug smile. the hardness of his eyes. it feels like you're under a spotlight, the front row full of critics. heat creeps up your neck.

"is it hot in here?" you lift your hair into a makeshift ponytail, noting the way tim sits up. his eyes tracking your movements, the way your fist curls around your hair, lifting the sweaty strands off of your neck.

"so take your clothes off. might cool you down a bit." he smirks, the hardness back in his eyes.

"real original, drake." you shoot back.

he shrugs, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"you'd heat right back up, though. so i can't say it's the best long term solution."

he unlaces a shoe, kicking it off, its twin following in quick succession. he looks at you pointedly, an eyebrow raised. you realize you’re as still as a statue, and staring, so you also begin to undress, toeing off your shoes and leaving them up against the end of the bed. it’s almost comical, your shoes, neat and upright, next to his, haphazardly thrown about, one on its side and the other just fully upside down. 

his shirt is next, tim easily pulling it up over his head and tossing it to one side of the room. his abs ripple as he leans back, the stretch revealing a sharp v-line poking out of his boxers. 

preening under your gaze, he leers right back, his lips curled up as he flexes his biceps. 

“like what you see?” he huffs out a laugh at your sheepish expression. 

you shake your head, silent as you turn away from him. his fingers quickly find the zipper of your dress, and soon that hits the floor too.

 

the expensive denim of his jeans scrapes your inner thigh as he ruts against you. a line of hickeys trace the curve of your neck. his mouth on you felt like heaven, warm and wet as he made his way from your jawline to your collarbone. 

proof of his open-mouthed kisses, dark red and glaringly obvious. 

a problem for future you. morning you. rational you, who will not enjoy the struggle of covering them up. 

tim snaps the band of your underwear. 

you’re brought back into the moment, lifting your hips off of the bed as he slides them down your legs. he tucks them into his jean pocket, giving you a look that almost dares you to protest. you don’t. they join the growing list of your things tim’s taken. a hair tie, a necklace, two other pairs of underwear. 

his lips are on you again, rough and passionate. you moan into his mouth from the feeling of his denim-clad bulge hitting your bare clit. tim wears a smug smile on his lips as he kisses you next, and you hook your legs around his hips in retaliation. your hands run up and down the smooth expanse of his back, the light scratch of your nails making him shiver. 

“control, right?” tim says, his eyes hungry as you unbutton his jeans.

“..what?” you shake your head, confused.

“you’re on birth control, right?” 

you internally roll your eyes. it makes sense that he’d be so thorough, being an heir, and famous, or whatever, but he asks you every single time. like your answer was gonna change any time soon.

“yes, timothy.” you draw out your words, feeling petulant.

he raises an eyebrow at this, tugging on a strand of your hair. 

“uh-huh.” 

his hips snap into the soft flesh of your ass again, sending a spark of pleasure up your spine. you’re facedown on the bed, tim holding himself up over you, your hips raised up just enough for him to thrust into you. one of his hands curls into your hair, yanking at it. 

“tim, i-” 

his pace picks up, unrelenting. 

“what was that, sweetheart? have something to say?” 

you moan in reply as he holds the rhythm he’s established, his fingers gripping at your hair, pulling. 

“you usually have so much to say, y/n.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

his taunting dies down as he gets closer, one hand gripping your ass so hard it’ll probably leave bruises. the other uses your hair to pull you closer to him, giving you a messy kiss. he sucks in a breath just to let it back out through gritted teeth, groaning deep in his throat. he puts you against the bed again, the hand that was in your hair now pressing down on your lower back. his last few thrusts are sloppy, quick, and you’re clenching around his cock at the speed, your hands clutching at the sheets. 

“mm, fuck, that feels so good,” tim finishes with a low moan, warmth filling your insides in someone else’s four poster bed. 

the praise makes something in your chest start fluttering around, and you turn over to look at him once he’s pulled out. he's sat up, on his knees. his thigh muscles are on display, sending more flurries of desire through your body. the veins in his hands are in hard relief as he fists his cock, milking out every last drop. his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, a few raven locks sticking to his forehead.

he's dressed before you know it, tossing your dress up on the bed for you absentmindedly. tim looks over at you, and he's back over you in a flash. he gives you one last quick kiss, pinching your nipple.

"i'll text you."

with that, he's gone. it'd be like he was never here if there weren't hickeys covering your neck and his cum wasn't between your legs.

you dress quickly, tottering over to the bathroom. you look in the mirror, assessing. you use your hands to tame your hair back down. your eye makeup is smudged. and you don't have your underwear. you better get home quick if you don't want his cum dripping down your legs at this frat party.

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tim drake wayne's fan club:

(and THE most patient people on earth. i love you. thanks for waiting.)

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[promsong-gonewrong]

Somebody Else - Lana Del Rey x Fem!Reader

“What time is it?”

A voice above you whispers. You don’t say anything, you just curl up into more of a ball, feeling as small as ever as your mind reminds you of what’s happening later today. Maybe if you hold the girl in your arms tight enough, she’ll stay. 

“Honey,” Lana coos, her hand lazily stroking your back. 

“I don’t know,” you mutter, now rolling off her. Your body immediately runs cold, Lana having been your only source of heat. The white sheets of your bed leave an indent of where Lana’s body lay, and you can hear the comforter wrinkle as she tosses it off. You know her so well you can picture her walk to the bathroom in your mind without having to see it. You know the way she combs her hair, brushes her teeth, you know everything.

The soft noise of the faucet running begins, and you squeeze your eyes shut until they begin to burn. It’s still dark enough outside, and on any other day you’d be able to go back to sleep easily. Only adding to the dreary mood of your room, raindrops fall heavily outside pattering against the windows. 

Your feet hit the ground, hands rubbing the sleep from your heavy eyes. You figure you might as well act like you haven’t been dreading this moment as you walk over Lana’s packed suitcases in your room. 

This was partly your fault, anyway. You knew what you’d gotten yourself into the minute your eyes spotted the ring on her finger. But you were already too far gone then, and so was she. 

- 

“Breakfast?” Lana smiles gratefully as you hand her a bowl of fruit and warm oatmeal. She sighs contently as the spoon enters her mouth. “Did you sleep okay?” Lana asks, taking another spoonful. She makes note of the dark circles under your eyes.

“Not really.”

Lana nods. “Me neither.”

You shoot her a look, now cleaning up the mess in front of you. Your mouth opens to say something, but you bite your tongue. 

“What is it?” Lana presses knowingly, even though she guesses she might know the answer. She watches you clean, dividing her attention between her breakfast and your hurried self piling up dishes. She wants you to open up to her, to say anything, but like all the past times, you really never tell her exactly how you feel. “You know I have to go back.”

Your body tenses, but you ignore the phrase you’ve been hearing for months. 

“Do you want any more?” 

Lana shakes her head, and you wrap up the remaining oatmeal to store in your fridge. Two soft clicks of a lighter are heard. Again, you can see her putting the end of her cigarette into the flame without even having to look. You’ve done everything and anything with each other, you couldn’t help yourself but memorize every aspect about her. 

Turning around, your hands rest on the countertop behind you. 

Lana smiles sadly, a small cloud of smoke passing through her lips. She has so many things she’d like to say to you, but doesn’t have the words. Or the time. “I-”

“I think I'm gonna go back to bed.” 

Lana shakes her head.

“Honey, just…” Lana makes her way to you, enveloping you in an embrace. The soft fabric of her sweater covers parts of your face as you bury it in her arms. You've never felt more helpless than you did now, dissolving into Lana's touch.

You hug her back embarrassingly tight as she soothes the skin on your back with her nails. Your hands cling to her back, and you close your eyes, taking in the sweet scent of her. She's kissing your neck, your face, your cheeks, lingering on the places she loves most. 

Placing a smoky kiss on your lips, you know it's her last. 

-

The first time you see Lana again, it’s five months later, at your local grocery store. You immediately know she’s back to see you because this is what she does.

Lana never got into details about her other life, and you’d been somewhat grateful for it. Part of you didn’t really feel like hearing about her Italian husband who she decided to visit whenever it was “time.” Then again, you felt a bit embarrassed that you didn’t even know his name. Did he know who you were? The way she whispers your name, touches you softly, takes care of you…did she do the same to him? You dreaded the thought, but didn’t have the strength to ever inquire.

You can feel her eyes on you as you place an item into the basket around your arm. You quite like her now blonde hair, long and flowing past her shoulders. She seemed to reinvent herself each time she returned to Los Angeles. 

Despite having lived in your small town for years, you were always so isolated when Lana would leave. So much so, that you had no one else to rely on each time she left. You kept to yourself and your routines, trying to distract yourself from the loss that’d once been by your side. 

You consumed her, drank her in every time she was around. It was physically impossible not to, which is why you found yourself coming back to her after all these times. 

And she couldn’t keep from you, either. 

Lana watches you disappear into another aisle, turning her attention back to the cashier she’d been talking to originally. She doesn't hear a single word he says because she knows what her plans for the rest of the day are.

Hours after, you and Lana lay in silence on your bed. Your head rests on her chest, both of her arms draped around you, pressing small kisses to the side of your face whenever she felt like it. Your hands kept busy holding hers, tracing small circles and shapes over her velvet smooth skin. Lana’s eyes close from time to time, soaking up your sweet touches.

“What’s he like?” You break the precious silence, your fingertips slowly circling her arms. You weren’t upset, just genuinely curious. You’d had lots of time to think things over. 

“Quiet,” Lana says, after a moment. She hopes you don’t ask more questions, but she knows you want to. 

You slide off her slightly, so that the two of you are now facing each other. Your eyes examine your favorite face and you admire how beautiful she is for what feels like the millionth time. Your face heats up at the closeness of her, which Lana notices quickly. Smiling, she kisses you unexpectedly, supporting herself on her elbow to lean over you. “Nothing like you,” she whispers, against your neck now. 

You run your fingers through her hair, pushing her into your skin. 

“Lana.” You have no reason to whisper, being in the safety of your own home, but yet it happens because she’s so close. You had nothing of her yesterday, and now today, everything.

Her thumbs softly trace your cheeks, the warmth of them transfers to her fingers.  “I missed you,” she says, barely audible as she kisses you once more. “I thought about you every day.”

A warmth of satisfaction spreads over you, and you lean forward to press your lips to hers, but you pause.

“Then why did you leave…”

Lana parts from you suddenly, sitting up straight on her knees. You instantly miss her warmth, regretting your foolish words. You know you’ve struck a nerve when Lana looks to the ground instead of you. “I’m sorry that just- it just came out. I didn’t mean to.” You apologize, stumbling over your words. You seem to have one of these each time she returns. 

“Lana, please.”

She lays back down, her eyes on your ceiling instead of where you want them. You follow her motions, laying on your side to face her. Cautiously, you reach out. She allows you to take her hand, and you hold it to your heart. Lana’s gaze is steady, along with her breathing. 

Your eyes travel to the hand you’re holding, noticing a tan line of where her wedding ring should be. Your thumb brushes over the skin slowly. Your throat closes up, knowing you and Lana could never truly have what you really want. What you desperately need.

“I just want you to be mine.” You reconnect your gaze to Lana’s, whose eyes fill with tears. She holds on to your hand tightly, chin quivering slightly as she squeezes her grip.

“Me too.”

[bambidollsblog]

Unfortunately I wasn't fucked by billy loomis this Halloween....we'll try again next year!

[wh0re4elliewilliams]

lazy morning with farm!ellie

DARK AND LOOONELY I NEED SOMEBODY TO HOOOOLD ME

[tommyshelbysgoodgirl]

I want him to bend me over and fuck me from behind in those slutty three piece suits he’s always wearing😩😩

[ravenna-reid]

'washing my hair, doing my laundry, late-night TV, I want you on me like when we were kids under chemtrails and country clubs.'

You let the warmth of the soft fabric hug your fingers, your mind drifting back to the past as you folded your freshly dried laundry.

You were reminiscing about your time with Tim Drake again.

His devoted ways, soft gaze. His touch like the whisper of a feather.

The dim lighting in your room seemed to go lower, meeting your sullen mood. You let out a sigh, glancing out of your window.

Sometimes you were sure he was watching you. Making sure you were alright. You wondered if he watched you the way he did when you were younger.

Free. Not obligated or chained or expected to do anything but be.

When your parents didn't have their hold around your neck, and Bruce around his.

You placed the jumper you'd been holding onto your bed, eager to leave the thoughts behind for a second. But oh how they followed you like a puppy yearning for attention.

Tim was a yearner. Such a sweet yearner.

Sneaking to meet each other on rooftops. Counting the stars. Naming constellations. Stolen glances, stolen kisses in the rain.

Tim weeping in your arms on the bathroom floor. His hands running through your hair as you nestled with him in the Manor's library.

Lulls and promises and declarations and stifled cries.

Unwrapping the towel from your head, you gave your wet hair one last dry before hanging the towel up. This longing was cutting you like a blunt knife and weighing you down just as much as your parents expectations. Maybe even worst.

Wandering your house like a lost ghost, you decided to make your way back to your abandoned laundry. The warmth in your house from your heating seemed to have slipped away while you were gone. And the cold seemed to have creeped in. You turned the corner and stepped foot into your room before freezing.

There he stood, like a bittersweet mirage. Raven black hair falling above his domino mask. Gloved hands holding the jumper you had placed on your bed, his thumb gently tracing the fabric.

Tim looked over at you. "You kept the jumper I gave you."

[prncessjaeger]

every girl gets her wish ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღsyponosis: eren’s pink obsessed spoiled!gf goes to the mall!

ღan: idk this is kind of a selfship then again idk, anyways song inspo for title: every man gets his wish

ღcw: suggestive ending but that’s it.

“baby, you think this top is cute?” you held up a pink longsleeved shirt and showed it off to eren, who was currently on the phone with his co-workers talking about boring business bullshit, “hm yeah but it’s pink…again-” “so?” your lips formed a pout, knowing he might not even buy the shirt (mainly cause you already have like 3 similar ones in your closet but who’s counting?) and that saddened you deeply. “soo you should pick the grey one, goes well with those pink patricia pants right?”

“they’re called priscilla pants and i mean yeah they do, but i wanna do pink on pink though…” your pout was evident and eren knew this tactic from a mile away…but he couldn’t just keep you sad all day, so! he sighed and grabbed the shirt, adding it to the pile with all the other clothes you’ve chosen. “so i can get it?!” “just keep looking for things you want, i’ll be at the front waiting.” he walked away, clothes in hand and you smirked to yourself, knowing you got your way once again. 

once he paid for your items, you took him inside of this cute daiso like shop, and eren internally sighed before walking in, “oh my god eren! look at these cute headbands, wanna get em?” “no-.” “yes? okay, get that white basket and hold it please?” he snatched (playfully) the basket up and let you sit both headbands in there. you both browsed around the shop, grabbing anything, whether it was perfume sets, stationary sets, and other miscellaneous items. “i’m finished-and the basket’s not even that full this time, baby!” “right…” he looked down and saw the basket (which was full) and just agreed with you, wanting to keep you happy! “your total is $137.20! cash or card?” “card.” eren grabbed his card and you smirked once he tapped it against the green. “thank you for shopping here, girl! your outfit is too cute!” “thank you! yours as well!” you both left the store and immediately you grabbed the bag with the headbands in,

“eren-” “no.” whining, you ignored him trying to move his head away from you  and put the headband on him anyways,

“aww you look adorable! now, let’s go get smoothies!” he finished up his call and smiled softly at you, grabbing you hand and instead of going to the smoothie section, he took you straight into victoria’s secret. 

“oooh they have pink bralette sets and the teddy to match, grab those yoga pants eren with the pink lettering- oh my god! they have pink and grey sets!” eren picked up a few things and walked back to where you were, checking out the new scents for fall, “go try these on.”

“okay, you coming in?” he nodded, “yeah, give me a minute though.” you grinned and walked into the dressing room the worker, kira, opened for you and you checked out the cute set he picked out for you, and hastily tried it on. “eren!” “yes, my love?” “it’s on.” you could hear the scuffles from his shoes rushing to the dressing room, “lemme see it baby,” opening the door you pulled him in, not wanting anyone around you to see you in such little clothing, “soooo…?” “you look…beautiful baby, do a spin for me?” he took your hand and raised it up, twirling you around twice, “yeah, this is real nice…can’t wait to fuck you in it too-”

“eren! people can hear?!”

“so? now c’mere,” grabbing your waist, his lips connected to yours in a soft kiss, moving one hand cupping the fat of your ass cheek as he deepened the kiss, “mmh- eren, c’mon let’s buy it already?” he saw that certain glint in your pretty doe eyes and poked his tongue in his cheek,

“yeah, come one, we’re ending this mall trip a bit early today.”

ღan: boring, yawning, sloppy….lazy.