#like on god. on god on god he is just a Guy. he is just a dumb little baby man and i cry over him
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MARRIED IN VEGAS / LANDO NORRIS
lando norris x reader / SMAU
FACE CLAIM / none!
WARNINGS / mentions of drinking and purposely misspelling words
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landonorris got mmarrkisx
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user6 ??????????????????????
user567 what the actual fuck
user000 LANDO??????
user7 the question i have is which drivers accompanied lando to get married?
user5 definitely carlos
user89 WHOS THE GIRL??????
user92 no cause why are the photos so aesthetically pleasing???
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ynuser marrrriesd vgasj đđđđđđ¤¤
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yourbsf GIRL WHAT???????
yourbsf ANSWER ME RIGJT NOW
ynuser whtat?
yourbsf omfg how drunk are you??
ynuser dunk lebron đ
yourbsf lord help us all
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landonorris posted on their story!
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[ sheâs sob so hungover dheaiinwjsi @ynuser ]
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ynuser bro delete this zh en rmnow
landonorris enlish?
user56 BRO JUST JARD LAUNCHED THE HARD LAUNCHED
user0 wait sheâs hot asf
user8 LANDO IS SHE NAKED?
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f1wags GOSSIP: lando norris and his recently announced wife who he married in vegas (drunkenly) have been spotted in California together!
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user67 wait this pap pic is so cute
user8 guys her @ is ynuser!!!!
user589 why is lando in sunglasses and a hat??
user9 maybe heâs still HUNGOVER
ynuser oh hello guys
user7 so casual
user92 hello mrs. norris
user89 WAIT THEYâRE MATCHING OUTFITS đĽšđĽš
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ynuser as of lately đ
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landonorris hey mrs. norris
ynuser hello there mr. norris
user67 so like yes
user02 the color scheme of the post đ
user10 iâm sorry lando but sheâs my wife now
landonorris no.
user675 HE ACTUALLY RESPONDED đ
carlossainz55 do you remember me?
ynuser yes mr. smooth operator
user8 I KNEW IT CARLOS WAS THERE WITH LANDO
user20 carlando â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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landonorris wifey wifey wifey â¤ď¸đ¤
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user57 y/n is in fact wifey
user78 ugh sheâs so fine
user89 lando is really bragging over insta
user0 đđđđđđđđđđđđđ
ynuser hey husband
landonorris hello my wifey
user024 no cause i love them guys
user23 itâs confirmed lando married a BADDIE
user35 need need need
user6 lando needs to know that sheâs OUR wife now
landonorris i refuse!! y/n is my wife, plus she has my last name đđ
user211 lando no need to get territorialâŚ
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ynuser honeymoon vacay
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landonorris đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤
user5 calm down there lando
user502 if i were married to her⌠iâd be thirsting on the main 24/7
yourbsf gorgeous girl! and well himâŚ.
ynuser LMFAOO I LOVE U BAE
landonorris ?????
user99 island girl!
user02 okay guys letâs talk about how rom-com this whole thing is!
user3 FOR REAL
user02 like your a famous athlete who gets drunk and parties too hard and you marry a stranger and you both slowly start to fall in love
ynuser whoâs going to write the script???
user79 I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸
user65 wait y/n did you know who lando was?
ynuser god no.. i thought he was some youtuber or something ngl
user89 LMAO
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SWEETERLOVERS - a little smau in honor of the last vegas grand prix <3
#sweeterlovers#formula 1#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#formula one#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1#f1 x reader#f1 one shot#formula one x y/n#formula one x you#lando norris smau#lando norris x you#lando norris insta au#lando norris x y/n#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#lando x reader#lando norris#lando norris social media au#lando norris instagram au#f1 instagram au#las vegas
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god going on a date with johnny whom you matched on tinder and he's the type of guy you avoid like the plague; jaw-dropping good looks, cheeky ă
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¤smiles, hits the gym more in a week than you've done all year and worst of all, could charm the pants off a snake.
so it's truly no wonder that you end up letting him bury his face between your thighs and lap at your glistening sex until your moans almost turn into screams and you haven't even left the bar's driveway, then left to watch johnny wipe the condensation off the windshield with a spare shirt so he can drive you home all the while his chin drips with your slick.
he fucks you against the front door once inside, legs hooked over his arms, then again over your couch, hand curled around your throat, and again, in front of your full length mirror while he tells you how pretty you look taking all of him, to look at how pretty you look, his crystalline eyes latching onto yours through the reflection, pretty as a peach.
then he leaves you with his spend sticking your thighs together, a languid kiss that tastes of you, and with his personal number on a scrap piece of paper.
and that's the last you hear of him. he'd said that he's quite a busy man, military and whatnot, and all in all, while you'd raked your nails down his back on the first date, it had been a date. you require more than good sex to get into a committed relationship.
a swipe of your thumb brings up tinder again, and you match with another bloke not your type. big, broad man, biceps the size of your thighs with a deadpan stare that sees right through false bravado. but he's doesn't seem to care in the slightest that he makes you nervous, doesn't care that you stutter out responses to his rather abnormal questions.
simon takes you home and sits eerily silent with his hands dwarfing the steering wheel as you chew on your lip before tentatively inviting him in for a nightcap, and you must be the luckiest person on the planet because he's just as devoted to your pleasure as your last partner.
he brings you peak after peak with his tongue, his fingers, swirls your pearl with the tip of his misaligned nose. then he lets you be on top first, concentration knitting your brows togethee as you try to fit all of him in and pride warms your cheeks when you can hear his teeth audibly grind as his fingers bite into the soft of your waist once you take him to the root, thighs flush against his hips.
you come undone more times than you can count, the neighbors more than likely knowing his name by the time he walks out the front door (after checking the locks on your windows) and that's that.
until it isn't because a text from johnny awakens your phone screen, an invite to a restaurant downtown next saturday, one you've only ever fancied of eating at and well-
a date is a date, isn't it?
you tell him to pick you up at seven and he tells you to wear something you wouldn't mind letting him keep underneath, preferably something in red. (must've seen that particular number while you looked for some sleeping shorts before he left that night.)
hopefully you won't feel too bad breaking things off with whoever doesn't ask you to be theirs first.
(simon and johnny fuck each other to the thought of you back at base, simon's fist viciously tight around johnny's cock as he's got him drooling into the flattened pillow, almost like she's fucking you too, eh, johnny?)
#the prompt was you having sex with them and worrying about how to keep them unaware of each other#meanwhile they're in cahoots baby#two peas in a pod#ghoap x reader#ghoap x female reader#ghoap x you#cod smut#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader
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part 2
idk how many times i have to say this but IM OBSSESED WITH SECRETBABY!TROPE LIKE CRAZY. IM SHACKLING MY CHAINS AND IM SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CELL FOR IT.
like just imagine being John Priceâs âthe one that got awayâ and 2 years later he sees you pulling up at the grocery store with a big, chubby, blue-eyed baby. Maybe your baby got the slope of your nose and the thickness of your brows, but MY GOD that baby is no doubt Priceâs.
Imagine the utter shock and the itchy feeling of wanting to lather some love on that baby when he first saw you, carrying his cub on your hip while you browse this weekâs meal-prep.
And itâs like your baby knows, turns to rest her chubby cheeks on your shoulder and stares at him. Itâs like looking into a mirror and that alone made him throw all purpose of approaching you politely. Just straight walking up to you with his chest puffed up and blurts out âthatâs my child.â
GODDD THE DRAMA i can concur up in my MINDDDD like that man spent half of his life surrounded by war, blood on his cheeks and scars on his hands. Give him something soft to hold onto and heâll bite, never letting it go. So when you gave him the chance to be present in his daughterâs life? yeah you are so done, might as well willingly be his again. That man has no intentions in doing âco-parenting.â like what the fuck is even that?
heâs so delusional too omg when you tried to finally join the dating scene again? heâs pulling up in the meet-up cafes, restaurants, hell even the movie theater. Just straight up ruining the entire date. You canât even confront him without having your blood boil, because heâs got the audacity the size of Europe.
âWotâ dâya mean, doll? jus�� happen to be in the same place as you guys were in.â
âJohn- just! get out.â
Heâs gonna use your baby as leverage omg that evil evil man. Lame ass excuses too.
âCâmon darl, not even a lil peck? look, our princess âs watchin, sheâs going to think mama and daddy donât like each other.â
âGet dressed, luv. Gonna bring you to this cute restaurant- no of course not, our baby loves their food! wouldnât you want her happy?â
âwhat? youâve gone off to another man? what about our baby?â
And when he forges your signature in wedding papers? yeah no. You canât escape no more. Youâve slipped from his fingers once, and his not planning on letting it happen again.
#cod x reader#cod x you#cod modern warfare#john price x reader#john price#captain johnathan price#johnathan price#captain john price x reader
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the barista lady in the treviso cafĂŠ fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this
#I've tried it several times to check it wasn't a fluke and nope it does happen consistently I'm pretty sure it's intentional#bioware Know. they knowwww. they know exactly what I'm like and god bless them for it#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#rook x lucanis#rookanis#cafĂŠ pietra barista gazing kindly at rye like 'I know what you are.' (a simp) while the tips of his ears go very very warm#clearly some sort of underlying drift compatability here since rook in one night can somehow manage to hit on all two (2)#of the elements of lucanis' instinctive understanding of courtship behaviour (knives and coffee/food) hfksjdfhas#in lucanis' defense when a guy buys you knives AND good coffee (despite not even drinking the stuff much himself) on a first date...#when your love language is that unhinged and they straight up compose a shakespeare level sonnet in it on the spot#seemingly without even realizing it. I mean what else can you be expected to do but fall so cataclysmically in love#that you'd kill god over it any day of the week easy. wild stuff#even wilder since in my playthrough he isn't entirely sure rye meant anything by it/as more than a friendly gesture#for like. MONTHS.#lucanis is a regular at that place and they all for sure know exactly who he is so can you IMAGINE the gossip that must start#after that conversation starts to take on a flirty edge. hotboi crown prince of the crows returns from the dead and is making eyes#at ~*mysterious stranger*~ who just showed up in town. some I hear netherfield park is let at last stuff going on for these guys#as they watch all of this go down
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#tenka willow#my sona#there's no light in this room#my art#HE FINALLY FINISHED HIS TIMELOOP!!!!!!!! I CAN KILL MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!! <- no longer in art torture#brief context in the nothingness he had to face this bird which is basically a representation of his ''inner instinct''#which developed in the period where he was basically eradicating everything#he fought it at the cost of getting an eye damaged and also getting a punishment from the bird#which turned him into. a mixture of himself and the bird form#while he was trying to get out of the nothingness he also was trying to fight the urge to eradicate#but. he successfully did it. thankfully#the bad ending would've been if he merged with the bird and eradicated the entire world#just to then eradicate himself. and leave everything behind but thank god this isnt the case#this is a really brief explanation theres actually so much more but as always#if questions feel free to ask#i can now take a huge break from lore art#hopefully he'll get some normal art now. poor guy#this took me like 2 damned hours my hands hurt
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Juno
Based off of the song Juno, I tried my hand at writing song inspired one shots again! this one is filthy but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways.
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Warnings- heavy breeding kink, cum play, soft dom H, slight restraining, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up yall)
It had been a long fucking day.
Being the boss wasn't for the weak, apparently. Harry had been through the ringer today especially. People unable to communicate, an overly long and exastrubsating meeting, having to terminate an employee, all of it had made him itchy for the day to end- only for him to have to stay late to fix a problem. He had felt guilty texting his girlfriend that he was going to be home late, telling her his day had been a bit hellish.
Thankfully, he had been blessed with one of the most incredible women in the world, who assured him she was fine, not to worry about her and she would see him when he got home- but he hadnât expected just an incredible sight to greet him as he opened the bedroom door.
It was like a vision heâd see in the most incredible of dreams.
Y/N was stretched out on the bed, her head propped up on a pile of pillows. She was wearing a tiny, frilly pink babydoll nightgown that barely covered her assets and showed off her legs- god, her fucking legs. The delicate fabric shimmered in the soft lighting, catching Harry's eye and drawing his gaze downward. Dragging his eyes down the perfectly wrapped present, he counted every single one of his blessings.
âHi.â She spoke softly, clambering up to her knees and crawling to the end of the bed. âI missed you today, H.â
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he watched her crawl towards him, his eyes taking in the delicate nightgown that flowed over her curves in all the right places, riding up her thighs as she sat on her knees waiting for him. He felt a surge of love wash over him, his exhaustion melting away at the sight of her. Crossing the room in long strides, he met her at the end of the bed. "I missed you too, baby," He murmured. âWhatâs all this, hm?â
âI got a package today. This was what was in it.â She shrugged, running her hand down her waist to show it off. âI figured you had a rough day, but you like when you see the pretty things I buy. I thoughtâŚ. Maybe this would make you happy.â Her hands ran over his chest, peering up at him through her lashes. âI wanted to make you happy. I love you so much.â
His eyes softened, warmth spreading through his chest as he took in her words. She really had no idea how much she affected him, how much he absolutely adored her. Reaching out, his fingers brushing against the delicate, shimmery fabric, slowly running it up her thighs until it bunched around her waist. "It makes me very happy, my sweet girl." He murmured, his voice raspy as he took in the sight of her bare hips and thighs. "Come here." Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he urged her to straddle his lap, which she did without complaint.
âI know itâs hard to be the boss all day.â Her voice was silky as she ran her finger through his hair, the gel keeping it back having failed hours ago. The man looked slightly disheveled, and that did something to her. âI know you need to come home and have a soft place to land. Youâre so good to me. I brag about you to my friends all the time. About everything.â Even the not so appropriate bits. She couldnât help it! âI want to be the one to help you make your fantasies come true. You pay the bills here, soâŚâ Shrugging her shoulders, she bit down on her glossy lip. âI figured Iâd give you something pretty to come home to.â
Harry's large hands palmed her ass, squeezing lightly as she straddled him, her warmth pressing against him. Her words, her kindness, her thoughtfulness, it all made him want to be a better man. She was the soft place he landed every day, his happy place. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as her fingers combed through his disheveled hair. âYou are⌠incredible. Fuck me. Canât believe youâre real.â
âDo you like it?â Pressing her lips to the corner of his, she hooked her finger in his shirt and tugged the half undone tie to the ground. âWhat I put on for you? I know you like to say Mâyour little angel. Figured this was a little angelic for you.â
He growled softly in approval, his hands tightening on her ass as her fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. "It's perfect, just like you." He sighed, his voice hoarse with the amount he had yelled today, and his desire for the girl on his lap. His hands roamed over her curves, his touch gentle but greedy. The man could never get enough of her. He loved how she would let him have his way with her, no matter what he desired. Nothing and no one could compare to how she made him feel, playing into every base level instinct he had. "My little angel... Dressed like that... Sâalmost unfair."
Y/N let out a giggle, loving the effect she had on him. Knowing he was such a powerful man and yet he had a weakness in her was more arousing than she could have prepared herself for. She loved being his soft spot, his little angel. âIt is fair, though. I wore it just for you. And I decidedâŚâ This was the part she had been nervous about all day. The decision she had made. She wanted him to lock her down. âI know we arenât married yet, but I donât think I can let you wait any longer to give you what you want.â Brushing her nose against his, she spoke against his lips. âI think mâgonna let you get me pregnant.â
Harry's breath hitched, his eyes widening for a moment before they filled with a heat that almost burned her. "Y/N..." He growled, his voice low and loaded. "Are you sure? We can wait if you're not ready." Even as he said the words, his hands tightened on her, pulling her closer against him. He wanted it, he wanted her, like this, forever. When she nodded to agree that she was absolutely sure, he let out a deep groan, eyes wild as they searched her own. " Say it again. Please."
âI want youâŚ.â She purred, leaning in so their chests were pressed together. âTo get me pregnant. Knock me up.â Smearing their lips together, she sucked a soft kiss to his bottom lip before murmuring again. âPut a baby in me.â
A shudder ran through him at her words, his control snapping. "Fuck, Angel..." He groaned, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, claiming her, tasting her. She tasted so fucking good, so much like his. He couldnât get enough. One hand tangled in her hair while the other slid down to grip her thigh, squeezing, owning. Pulling her down fully, he ground up against her, letting her feel how hard she made him. It had started the moment he walked in to see her splayed out on the bed, but this was something else. His weakness. "You want my baby?"
âUh-huh.â She giggled against his mouth, turning it into a whimper as she felt his cock rub up against her. Since coming to the decision she had been wet, aching for him to actually do it. She wanted to keep him, lock him down in every sense of the word. Be the only one for him. She wanted to be the mother of his children, all of them. There was no patience for waiting. The ring could come later- she had known he got one anyway. âI want to be yours so badly. I need it.â
"Shit, baby, you already are.." Standing up and with her in his arms, he turned them over and set her down on the mattress with her back against it, looking at her with intense eyes. "Mâgoing to give you my baby, my everything. You're going to be so fucking pregnant with my child, everyone's going to know it." Fumbling with his belt, he tossed it down and hurriedly stepped out of his trousers, letting his shirt fall off his shoulders as he watched her sit back up.
Her hands went for his briefs, tugging them down with shaky fingers. Y/N was just as needy for it as he was, and it showed. He let his head fall back, a low groan rumbling in his chest as she wrapped her hands around his shaft and pumped slowly, leaning down to lick the tip. He twitched in her grasp, throbbing in her palm.
"That's it, baby..." He encouraged softly, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her head down, slowly thrusting into her warm, wet mouth. "Just like that. Get it nice nâwet for me." He pulled out, his breathing heavy.
She came back up for air, her hand pumping him slowly as she looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Open up for me, sweetheart. Stick out your tongue." He watched intently as she obeyed, baring her neck and tilting her head back. He wrapped a hand around the base of his erection and slowly pumped, his eyes rolling back as he grew harder. "Thatta girl..." He guided the tip to her lips, rubbing the head on her bottom lip.
He fed her his length slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the hot sensation of her mouth wrapping back around him. He pulled back and thrust into her mouth again, his hands tangling in her hair and guiding her head. "Look at me, Y/N. Keep your eyes on me."
Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks as she looked up at him, her mouth stretched around his thick girth. She hummed against him, eyes watering as he thrust further into her mouth. She looked so good, taking him like that, and he couldnât help but groan, his pace quickening. "That's my good girl. Such a sweet little thing fâme."
He gently thrust in and out of her mouth, his hands cradling her head. "Relax your jaw for me, Y/N... that's it... jusâ like that." He praised her softly, his voice a husky whisper. "You're doing so well, mâlove." He thrust a little deeper, pulling back quickly when she gagged slightly, his eyes flashing with concern. "Careful, careful. Breathe through your nose, baby, you can take it⌠Yâknow how to do it."
She breathed in through her nose as he instructed, her chest rising and falling. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the push but she didn't pull away, determined to please him. Her hands came up to grip his thighs for balance as he continued to slowly thrust. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the tip each time he pulled out.
He was absolutely stunning, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his chest heaving with each breath. The sight of his strong thighs tensing and flexing under her hands, the way his abs clenched... it was almost too much. She wanted to memorize every detail. She needed to be his, forever. His skin was flushed and damp with exertion, his hair disheveled. He was the picture of raw, masculine beauty. And he was all hers..
It was adorable, how she whimpered at the loss of his cock as he pulled it from her mouth, but he needed to have her fully. Claim her in the way she had promised to let him. âMmm, shit. Baby, youâre too good. Sâokay.â He panted, pulling her up by her arms and crushing his lips against hers. "I need inside, love. I can't...I can't wait any longer. I need tâput my baby in you."
She nodded eagerly against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he adjusted her against the fluffy duvet. Never in her life had she been this fucking horny, but that was simply the way the man tended to affect her. Her legs spread wide for him, her heels digging into the bed as she watched him move to hover over her. Positioning himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips firmly, admiring the beauty that was his angel underneath him. "Y/N...look at me, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me, okay?" His voice was gentle, loving, but his face was contorted with raw, unbridled desire.
"Need you tâwatch while I knock you up." He grit out, pressing forward and filling her with one long thrust. Letting out a low groan as he bottomed out, his eyes fluttered shut in rapture. "Oh, fuck." He hissed, reveling in the feel of her wrapped around him. This was what he needed, the remedy to his long day. Always her. He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. It was a stretch, and he knew it. "Okay?" he asked softly, his hips flexing forward slightly.
âUh-huh.â Her eyes were glued to his, wide and glassy as he filled her completely. The sensation of being so full, so stretched, was overwhelming. It never got old. When she got tipsy and slightly loose lipped, it was one of the things she alluded to with her friends- how big he was, how fulfilled he made her. She could feel every thick inch of him inside her, his heavy balls pressing against the plush of her ass. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she adjusted to his size, her walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him inside. "Sâso good.â
He began to move, slow and deep at first, savoring the exquisite drag of her silken walls. "That's it, baby... take it. Take every inch of me." He whispered, his hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm. One hand slid down to rub tight circles over her clit as he fucked into her. "Gonna fill this sweet cunt. Pump you full of me."
His cock stretched her, a dull, delicious ache as he drove into her again and again, the wet sounds of the thrusts filling the room. He angled his hips, searching for that perfect spot inside her. He always did. He loved to make her go crazy, see her buck and cry out when he got it. They fit together so well, sometimes it was hard to believe theyâd found each other naturally. When did find it he heard it, music to his fucking ears. The borderline frantic cry as she grabbed his arms where they held her hips, her back arching off the bed. "Yes, there! Just like that." Her nails dug into his forearms as he hit her spot dead on with each thrust.
His balls slapped against her ass with each deep stroke, the sound echoing through the room. âYeah, I found my spot. Didnât I?â He crooned, smirk on his face as he kept it up. If there was anything he allowed himself to be smug about, it was how good he made his woman feel. âSâgood, I know. Hitting right where my girl needs. God, youâre fuckinâ perfect. Dressing up for meâŚâ He grit his teeth. âTellinâ me I can finally give you a baby. You love me, donât you sweetheart?â
âYeah, I do. Shit, Harry.â She cried out, her voice high-pitched as her inner walls tightened around his thick shaft. She could barely think, let alone speak, with him filling her so perfectly. âY-Yes, I love you so much- Please, please, please, please!â She chanted, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as he continued to fuck into her sopping cunt. âPlease what, baby?â He taunted, looking down at her beautiful form. It was the prettiest picture only he got to see. âWhat dâyou want?â
âI-I want you to-â She gasped as he hit her spot again, her toes curling in ecstasy. âI want you to knock me up, H. Please knock me up, get me pregnant like yâwanted. I donât care, just wanna feel you inside me, I want my tummy to grow, I want all of it.â She pleaded, tugging him down to her as she felt her eyes water, looking up at him. âPlease, baby- please, please.â
His face contorted as he looked down at her, love and possession shining in his eyes. "You're really going tâlet me breed you like that, huh? All for me?" He grit out with clenched teeth, his hips snapping forward as his hands gathered her, wrapping around her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Yâwant to carry my baby, grow round with it inside you?"
"Yes, yes, yes." She chanted with a lovedrunk smile on her face, her back arching as he took her harder. The new angle had him hitting impossibly deep. "Please Harry, I need it. Need you to fill me up, make me yours. I want everyone to know I'm your girl, carrying your baby." Her voice broke, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm getting close."
"That's it, cum on my cock like a good girl." He growled, feeling her tighten around him like a vice. "Milk me, I'm gonna pump you full. Gonna flood this fertile little cunt with my cum." His balls drew up tight as he pounded into her relentlessly, the wet squelch of her arousal obscene in the room. "Fuck, mâclose too. You want it baby?"
Y/N could barely speak as her orgasm took her faster than she had anticipated. It was his voice, his promise that took her there. The sensation was indescribable. Like being consumed, each hard thrust sending wave after wave of intense heat through her veins. She could feel every ridge and vein of his thick, pulsing length as it slid in and out of her slick hole. Her whole body was alight, every nerve ending on fire as he stretched her to the limit. The pressure built and built, her muscles tensing as the first waves of her release washed over her.
"Please, please... I want to feel you, inside me, filling me up. I want your baby, Harry. I want you to breed me." Her words were barely coherent, her mind fogged with desire as he continued to thrust into her, his powerful hips driving his thick cock home again and again. She could feel the heat of his body, the tautness of his muscles as he held back, intent on pouring into her just as she'd begged. âWanna be the only one.â
âShit.â He whined weakly, losing all resolve to hold on. Hearing her beg for it was the final straw on his composure. This was a day he had dreamed of, and she had so willingly handed it over to him. It was his turn to give it to her, just as he promised. âIâll give it to you baby. Give you everything- only tâyou. Fuck.â With a feral groan, he lost all control, slamming into her one final time as he erupted inside her. His hot, thick cum flooded her, painting her insides as he filled her to the brim. She could feel it pouring in, the warmth spreading through her belly as he continued to pump her full, his cock jerking and twitching inside her. âTake all of it.â
Her mouth parted on a silent 'O' as she felt him surge inside her, his warmth spreading through her. Her eyes fluttered closed as he released her hands, and her fingers immediately digging on his back as she found a way to cling to him, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold him closer. She didnât want him to leave, wanted him to stay buried.
"That's it, baby... take it all." He encouraged softly, nuzzling her neck as he slowly thrust in and out, relishing in the feeling as he pulsed inside of her.
She moaned softly, her head tossing on the pillow. "It feels so warm, so good... Sâso much inside of me. I love you so much." She whispered, a fucked out smile painting her lips. "I hope it takes."
Pulling out slowly, his cock glistened with them combined as he held her open, his load leaking out of her. The scene was absolutely filthy and everything he had hoped to see when they tried this. "Look at you... so full of my cum. So fucking perfect." He gently held her thigh open with one hand, his fingers on the other spreading her open to show off his work. "Look at how full you are, baby."
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering open as he displayed her to him. "Harry... It's so much. I can feel it dripping out of me. Donât waste it." She whispered, her voice tiredly giddy. "We should try for round two... just to be sure, right?"
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i do have to say that i like elgar'nan and ghilan'nain as our primary villains. because they look like cartoon bad guys on the surface but if you look a little deeper and find all those hidden little notes and codex entries, it's obvious they actually do have complexity that they don't want us to see.
ghilan'nain is actively in mourning. not just for andruil, but also for her fucked up little experiment of an archdemon, her most perfect creation, razikale. at the end of fire and ice, she is ready to throw herself into a fight that she might not win because she's blinded by her own grief, and she only doesn't because elgar'nan holds her hand and pulls her away. protects her. we can find notes that talk about how elgar'nan is concerned that she's not taking time to mourn properly. we know she's checked in on her first creations, the halla, despite the fact that she writes about them in this sort of detached, almost patronizing way. she calls them something she made when she was "untraveled and naive" and that she could never make them again, but she visited them just to see what they might have become in her absence. like she cares more than she wants to let herself.
and elgar'nan calls her sister, despite the fact that ghilan'nain is the youngest of them. he lets her experiment on lusacan for the express purpose of cheering her up. and when she dies he seems legitimately torn apart by it. what should be an opportunity for the first of the firstborn to finally become the sole tyrant he was practically made to be is instead him becoming completely and utterly alone, the only remaining of his kind. i don't think it's coincidence that both he and solas drift to each other as they do, even if it is as enemies. they're too alike, and they're also the only remnants of the old world, their world, that either of them have.
i can't say that i'm particularly sympathetic to either of themâthey're both unrepentant monsters who have committed atrocities across millenia, but the fact that they have this hidden depth reminds me that at of the day they are not really anything that no one else is. they are very powerful mages that other people called gods. and people can be very sentimental, indeed.
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Eh okay so. My brain is absolutely cooked so you will probably just have to ignore the linguistic fuckups
Jazz and Prowl learning to communicate because language barrier is a thing >:D
Previous part
Jazz sometimes thinks that somewhere along his career path he lost the bar separating normal from...well...everything else.
After all he's seen, heard about, and done, he's not sure exactly how to measure what's weird and what's normal. He has..the general idea.
His own. And it's so convoluted and fucked up that he'd rather jump into a volcano than try to explain it to anyone else. Jazz thinks the little colorful aliens around him are weird as hell. He thinks they sound weird, he thinks they look weird, and he thinks he must be going crazy.
And then this big black and white robot catches his eye and Jazz's first thought is not "what the fuck??"
His first thought is
"Thank God! Someone's normal!"
Whoever this guy is, he sounds like he knows what he's doing. And most importantly, he looks just like Jazz. Well, not exactly. But close enough. After all, Jazz knows that his organization wasn't the only mech maker on the entire planet. Other countries were making Mechs too, and Jazz hadn't seen even half of them.
But he can recognize a giant robot when he sees one, okay?
The thought that another mech could be an alien doesn't even enter his mind.
So used to the constant presence of huge piloted robots around him, he looks at this one and clings to its appearance as something familiar and easily explainable. His brain says, we know how this works. There's a robot and inside the robot there's another person. It's the way it's always been. The sky is blue, the grass is green and the robots are human-piloted. It's that simple.
The guy takes him to the far corner of the room and says something. JazzâŚdoesn't understand..
The mech's face contorts in a surprisingly believable display of concentration. How...who built this robot? How could they make it frown?
He hears something else being said to him but again can't understand a word. Why won't this pilot get out of the mech to talk to him? Jazz doesn't have his communication frequency but surely they could at least shake hands. There must be some reason. Maybe something wrong with the air? Is it dangerous to be outside? This guy should know better, he's been here longer than Jazz, it seems.
(Damn it, whose idea was it to make a mech with a face, it's so distracting)
He rushes to activate the external speakers, because he and this guy obviously speak different languages, but it never hurts to try, right?
"So uh, I don't think you can understand English?"
Mech frowns again, trying to pick up on something familiar in a language that's apparently new to him. But finds nothing. Jazz lowers his horns sadly.
Oh well. Fuck. As if being stuck in an unknown place with unknown creatures wasn't enough, he can't even talk to anyone! How is he supposed to get out of here? Which way should he even go?
The mech waves his hand to get his attention and then pulls out a tablet and a stylus from..where ?
Jazz somehow manages to overlook the fact that the tablet is made to fit the mech's size. His head is still feels a bitâŚoff..after that portal thingie.
"Charades it is then."
____________________
An hour and a half later, Jazz finds himself staring intensely at the screen in front of him with a surprisingly neatly drawn chart on it.
"So uh. Motion."
The other guy nods and starts drawing a walking mech. Then something that looks like a very unusual car. Then a submarine. Jazz gets a little lost looking at how skillful he is with the stylus.
Honestly, he's a good artist!
The guy points to the sketch of a walking mech and says
" Motion."
Then points to the drawing of a car driving and the columns of the chart.
"Motion-rotation" he points to the car again.
That must mean "driving" huh? Jazz nods understandingly.
Mech moves his finger to the submarine.
"Motion-Water."
Ah, it must mean swimming. Jazz nods once more, feeling like a wind-up dummy repeating the same motion a dozen times.
The mech makes a quiet humming noise and then points to the chart
"Motion. Sky."
And then gives Jazz the stylus?
Uh, what is he... Oh, he wants Jazz to figure out what it means.
"Motion" and "sky," right?
Jazz takes the stylus? Pencil? Thingie.. and very carefully draws out a crooked scribble of something only remotely resembling an airplane. The mech arches an eyebrow and looks like he wants to laugh.
Jazz shrugs awkwardly and tries to add windows to the airplane, but ends up making it look more like a severely fucked up caterpillar.
Mech snorts.
Jazz kicks him in the leg.
The airplane begs for a merciful death.
Jazz didn't really expect to get into a language class but he has to admit that whatever language he's learning now is a surprisingly easy one. It only took the other dude half an hour to show him the basic concept and from there it became a game of associations.
There were simple definitions. Like size, quantity, speed, emotion and so on.
There were signs that automatically turned the whole sentence into a question or a statement.
There were modifiers that Jazz defined in his head as positive and negative.
Positive speed - fast.
Positive size - large.
Positive direction - forward.
Positive time - future.
There were also basic words for senses, emotions and whatnot, also with modifiers.
Mouth-positive - to speak
Brain-positive - to think, but negative-brain-do-positive - to learn.
Huh.
And it's so neatly organized that Jazz wondered if this language was designed specifically to be easy to learn.
Let's see....
Mouth - positive, effort - negative.
"Easy to speak."
The guy nods contentedly and starts talking back, while pointing to the appropriate columns of the chart to make it easier for Jazz to understand.
"Creation-positive. Purpose. Person-negative-knowledge. memory-positive-effort-negative."
Jazz frowns, concentrating on his finger.
Oh. Created. For those who don't know it. Easy to learn.
He was right. The whole thing is waaaay too awkward to write poetry but learning it is a delight.
Jazz leans over the chart.
All right, well, let's see.
âName. You. Question?â
The other guy smiles and pokes at the chart
"Me.Motion-sound-negative.Negative-eyes-positive-someone."
Walk quietly. searching?⌠Sneaking?
Oh, it's not "to sneak" it's "to prowl"
"Prowl" nods affirmatively. Jazz smiles at him and looks at the chart again. Okay. How to say âmusicâ?..
âword-knowledge-negative.â
He stops to make a gesture with his hands, as if playing an invisible piano while humming a tune.
Prowl nods
âSound-positive-positive-hearing.â
Jazz chuckles
âA whole two positives eh? Okay then. Uh. You don't look like you listen to jazz....so..â
âMe. Name. Sound-positive-positive-listening.â
Prowl raises his eyebrows. (Jazz is jealous, he wishes he had eyebrows too.)
âYou're a musician?"
Jazz quickly shakes his head while simultaneously muting the outside speakers to a barely audible level and turning on one of the songs on his playlist.
Prowl twitches in surprise when he hears the melody.
Jazz waits for the intro to finish playing and then points to himself
âCreation-negative..uh..Sound-positive-positive-hearing. Jazz. This...â
He pats himself lightly on the chest.
"..is me. Jazz."
Prowl straightens up slightly
âOh, you're not a musician, you're the music.â
Jazz nods cheerfully
âYes yes!â
âJaaz?â
âNo no. Jazz.â
âAh. Jazz?â
âThat's right.â
Prowl draws a portal on the screen.
âYou teleported here. What happened?â
Jazz hangs back, trying to construct an answer in his head. Good thing Prowl seems to have infinite patience
âSo, I uh. What was 'fight'? Movement-pain-positive? I fought these things...â
He takes the tablet from Prowl and draws a crooked blot with a bunch of tentacles on it. Then thinks for a bit and adds big teeth and a lot of eyes. He's not really sure how to draw those eyes properly, so he just scatters them randomly around the monster area.
Prowl doesn't seem to be that amused by Jazz's drawings anymore, in fact, he suddenly becomes very somber.
âQuintessons.â
He pokes at the monster
âName-Quintessons. Number-question.â
How many?
Jazz scratches the back of his head
âSo uh...a lot?....number-positive-positive-positive-positive-positi...you get the idea.â
To be convincing, he dramatically spreads his arms out to the sides depicting something very large.
Prowl looks alarmed.
And unconvinced.
âHow did you survive?â
Jazz laughs pretentiously
âAsk them how they survived.â
Prowl makes the âyou can't be seriousâ face. Jazz isn't quite sure what exactly is confusing him. Mechs are designed to kill Quintessons, aren't they? Judging by his movements, this pilot must be damn good at controlling his mech, and that kind of guys usually fight on the front lines.
He decides to put that thought aside for later. There are more important things right now, like...oh shit, where is he even going??
Jazz leans over the chart again
âUh. Right. Question-we-move-up-placeâ Man, how to specify... âKnowledge-negative?â
Prowl, linguistic gods bless him, understands him and starts gesturing over the chart in response
Okay. Ah. I-move-up. Planet-creation-positive.
'I'm heading home' or 'my home planet'.â
Jazz instantly perks up.
âOh that's great, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to go there too.â
Prowl is speaking in a language he's unfamiliar with, so he's definitely from another country, but hey, who cares as long as it's on Earth, right? He just needs to get there and he'll find his own way from there.
He watches the space debris flicker by outside the window. Even the stars are unfamiliar, Jazz can't find any constellations he knows.
One of the little purple creatures says something and Prowl steps aside to chat with them. Jazz leans back and settles into a more or less stable position. Then does the same thing, but with his real, human body. Hell, his head still feels really fucking weird after that teleportation.
He opens the comm channel and just listens to the static for a couple minutes in the faint hope that the engineering department will find a way to contact him.
Nothing.
He sighs.
â1061 on the com. In case there's any way you can hear me...ah shit. You guys won't believe what happened...â
#mecha pilot jazz au#listen#idk#I can barely speak english donât judge me on the art of bullshiting a made up language into existence#jazz#prowl#jazzprowl#maccadam
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Melting Hearts
pairing: charles leclerc x chocolatier!reader
summary: Ferrari hires a chocolatier to cater for their anniversary celebrations! The chocolate isnât the only thing to melt
a/n1: Twitter is dead to me. Bluesky forever.
a/n2: all chocolate creations are from the chocolate guy, amaury guichon
a/n3: user 19 and 53 are back đ
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scuderiaferrari: Weâre excited to announce that yourusername from the maison_du_chocolat has accepted our invitation to our anniversary celebration! We canât wait to see what she makes for us!
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yourusername: Forza Ferrari Sempre! It was an honor to be chosen and I am excited to have the opportunity to be a part of this monumental event!
âłuser1: oh man oh man oh man am I sooooo excited for this!
âłuser2: Queen of chocolate!
user3: omg crossover of the century!
âłuser4: i literally canât wait to see what she makes!
âłuser3: her creations are INSANE! her imaginationâŚ
charles_leclerc: canât wait! đ
âłarthur_leclerc: he really really canâtâŚ
âłcharles_leclerc: đ
user5: I havenât heard of her before but I just looked her up and damnâŚ
âłuser6: right?
âłuser5: what I wouldnât give to live in her mind?
âłuser7: dude what?
âłuser5: not in a creepy way but like how does she even imagine these things??
âłuser8: acceptable answer
carlossainz55: Forza Ferrari Sempre! Welcome to the Ferrari family!
âłyourusername: glad to be here!
user9: I just checked her insta and damnâŚchocolate is not the only thing thatâll be melting
âłuser10: keep it classy!
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maison_du_chocolat: it has long been a dream of mine to go to Italy and visit the Ferrari factory! Now to be able to do that by invitation is an honor! Thank you scuderiaferrari
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user11: amazing!
user12: oh I canât wait!
user13: cars? I have to care about cars now??
âłuser14: I kkkknnnnoooooowww. Like mother why?
âłuser13: vroom vroom I guess
charles_leclerc: it's our pleasure to have you!
âłuser19: đđ
âłmaison_du_chocolat: thank you! đ
âłuser19: đđ
âłuser53: seriously? What now
âłuser19: nothing nothing nothing
carlossainz55: again! Welcome to the family!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: love to be here
yourbff: I expect all the details stat
âłyourusername: literally on my way to you right now
âłyourbff: with all the juicy details?
âłyourusername: with something certainly
user15: love that jacket!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: gotta represent when Iâm creating!
âłuser15: itâs a chefâs jacket???
âłmaison_du_chocolat: yup!
âłuser15: oh my god đĽşđĽş
Bluesky
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maison_du_chocolat: a little sneak peak of whatâs coming!
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user16: the anticipation is gonna actually kill me i think
âłuser17: extreme but understandable
user18: car? Horse? 3D model of the Ferrari logo?
âłuser17: an actual life size f1 car that runs
âłuser18: tbh it might actually be faster then what weâve been given this yearâŚ
âłuser17: removing the floor and letting Carlos and Charles run the race is faster then this tractorâŚ
âłuser18: youâre not wrong
scuderiaferrari: weâre eagerly awaiting the results!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: cool cool cool cool. No doubt no doubt, no pressure no pressure
âłscuderiaferrari: youâve got this!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: admin why would you stress me out like thisâŚ
âłscuderiaferrari: from the bottom of my heart, my bad
user20: less than 1 week left!
âłuser21: I know! Iâve been counting down the days
âłuser22: me too!
charles_leclerc: any hints for your favorite driver?
âłmaison_du_chocolat: sorry but Sebastian isnât racing anymoreâŚ
âłcharles_leclerc: đĽşđ˘
âłuser19: đ§đ§
âłuser53: ok grandma letâs get you back to bed
âłuser19: you just waitâŚyouâll seeâŚ
âłuser53: see what you crazy bat???
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Transcript:
First frame: âAnd for our last topic,y/n from the La Maison Du ChocolatâŚâ
Second Frame: âCarlos: hahahaha, Charles: Oh nooooâŚâŚ, Carlos: yes letâs talk about y/nâ
Third Frame: âOh? Are you guys excited for the exhibit?â
Last Frame: âCarlos: Charles definitely is!, Charles: She is very talented!, Carlos: Not what I meantâ
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scuderiaferrari: we talk cars, collections, and chocolate!
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user23: awwww Charles is blushing âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸
maxverstappen1: đš
âłcarlossainz55: itâs even worse than you think
âłmaxverstappen1: how??
âłcarlossainz55: they cut a LOT of footage
âłmaxverstappen1: oh my god đš
âłcharles_leclerc: it was not THAT bad
âłcarlossainz55: it was
user24: the challenge is donât talk about your crush! Charles fails instantly
âłuser25: no but for real heâs so in love??? Heâs just heart eyes and blushing face the entire video
âłuser25: and THEY TAGGED her too! scuderiaferrari sees the vision as well
âłuser24: Iâm confused on how they have EVEN MORE footage?? Like itâs already 30 minutes of him yapping about yourusernameâŚ
âłuser25: I NEED them to release the uncut version! scuderiaferrari! Please weâve never asked for anything
âłscuderiaferrari: đđ
âłcharles_leclerc: no.
âłscuderiaferrari: 𫣠sorry đ
user19: yâall arenât ready for what i have to say
âłuser53: Iâm tired of this grandpa
âłuser19: thatâs too damn bad! Theyâre dating!
âłuser53: seriously? Oh my godâŚ
âłuser19: just wait and see user53. Just wait and see
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Bluesky
user26: oh my god
âłuser27: are you thinking what Iâm thinking?
âłuser26: Charles Leclerc and y/n?
âłuser27: yes!!
user28: that crazy bitch has done it again
âłuser53: you better not be talking about user19 with that tone?
âłuser28: that crazy bitch (respectfully) has done it again ??
âłuser53: acceptable (barely)
user19: WHAT DID I SAY? I TOLD YOU
âłuser53: this is not PROOF. It is gossip!
âłuser19: I've been sayin' it. I've been sayin' it for ten damn years. Ain't I been sayin' it?
âłuser53: do you ever run out of movie quotes?
âłuser19: nope! CAUSE I WAS RIGHT!!
âłuser53: đđâşď¸
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maison_du_chocolat: here we are! And away we go!
Thank you scuderiaferrari for this wonderful opportunity! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are!
This was a chance of a lifetime and thereâs no words I can write that will fully capture how much this means to me so Iâll simply say thank you again! Forza Ferrari Sempre!
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scuderiaferrari: đłđłđł
âłscuderiaferrari: THESE ARE WONDERFUL!
âłscuderiaferrari: The perfect way to celebrate!
âłscuderiaferrari: Forza Ferrari Sempre!
user29: the classic car and the new one side by side?? đđ
user30: the fomo I haveâŚ
âłuser31: good god same. I wish I could have been there to see them in personâŚ
charles_leclerc: magnifique!!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: thank you! And thank you again for showing me your car â I definitely needed the close up reference
âłuser19: !!!!
âłuser32: on their thread??
âłuser53: not the time user19
âłuser19: but!
âłuser53: no
carlossainz55: these are amazing! Such artistry!
âłmaison_du_chocolat: stoopppp. Iâm blushing!
âłcarlossainz55: đđ
âłcharles_leclerc: đ¤¨đ¤¨
âłcarlossainz55: đ¤Ł
user33: the presentation of this was wonderful as well
âłuser34: almost better than the actual life size chocolate cars if Iâm being honest
âłuser35: ok I donât know if Iâd go that farâŚ
âłuser34: there was fireworksâŚ
âłuser35: yeah ok
Bluesky
user36: starting a countdownâŚ
âłuser37: to what?
âłuser36: just wait
user38: god when will it be my turn???
user39: they look so cute!
âłuser40: you canât see their faces?
âłuser39: but they look so comfy together? Like even out in public, theyâre leaning up against one another â thatâs cute and lovely!
âłuser40: âŚwe need to get you a date
user19: !!!!
âłuser36: this user37
âłuser37: what?
âłuser53: yes yes yes youâre probably gonna be right. Letâs not rub it in everyoneâs face
âłuser19: you never let me have any fun
âłuser53: we still donât know for certain that itâs y/n!
âłuser19: it will be!
user41: Iâve never felt more single then these 2!! photos have made me feel
âłuser42: same
âłuser43: same
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charles_leclerc: happy 2 years mon amour â theyâve been the happiest Iâve ever been.
Thank you for teaching me to bake Christmas cookies (and for the special love potion â although you certainly donât need to give me one!)
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user44: oh my god! 2 years???
user46: how on earth did they keep it a secret for so long??
yourusername: Mon soleilâŚI thought you wanted to keep this a secret?
âłcharles_leclerc: oops âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸
âłcharles_leclerc: not anymore!
âłcharles_leclerc: I need everyone to know youâre mine
âłyourusername: Mon soleilâŚ
âłcharles_leclerc: ehehehehe đđđ
user48: Mon soleilâŚshe calls him her sunshineâŚ
âłyourusername: he lights up my life!
âłuser48: my heartâŚI canât go onâŚ
âłyourusername: oops??
maxverstappen1: finally
âłcharles_leclerc: what?
âłmaxverstappen1: you can now yap to everyone else about her
âłmaxverstappen1: stop bothering me
âłcharles_leclerc: when have i ever?
âłcarlossainz55: you think you have it bad?? And charles_leclerc the entire flight to Miami
âłmaxverstappen1: and Brazil
âłoscarpiastri: and to Australia
âłlogansargeant: the entire driverâs parade in Monday?
âłalex_albon: and in spa?
âłlandonorris: to and from silverstone?
âłcharles_leclerc: let a romantic live will you?
âłyourusername: awww soleil you talk about me?
âłcarlossainz55: yes
âłmaxverstappen1: more words than Iâve ever spoken
âłoscarpiastri: nonstop
âłlogansargeant: never ending
âłalex_albon: yes
âłlandonorris: yes
âłcharles_leclerc: yes đĽ°
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âI canât believe you let that guy hold your handâ
Satoru was upset. Really upset. You could see it all over his face â jaw clenched, brows furrowed, the vein on his forehead so swollen it was threatening to pop any second now.
âYou are being ridiculousâ, you sigh. Heâs been at it for 3 hours now and you no longer have the energy to try and beat some sense into him, heâs not listening to you anyway. âPlease stopâ, you ask for what probably is the hundredth time.
âOkayâ, he audibly breathes under his nose, but surely doesnât sound the least bit convincing, nor does he look like heâs given up, judging by the way heâs fervently searching up something on his phone, tapping left and right, downloading all kinds of social apps. âWhatâs his name?"
âYouâre not going to look him up now, are you?â
He canât be serious, you try to reason internally. Heâs just being too silly right now pretending to throw another jealousy fit to show you just how much he loves you and how crazy he is about you, you try to convince yourself.
Yet, the look in his eyes refutes all of your hopes.
He has gone mad. He really is after that guy.
âBingo. Name, pleaseâ
âI donât remember itâ, you let out an exasperated whine.
âFine, Iâll just have Ijichi track that homewrecker down, then Iâll go deal with him personally myselfâ
ââŚâ, you sigh once again. âAnd then what?â
âIâll cut his hand and burn itâ, he nonchalantly blurts out, his eyes focused on his phone as he types out instructions to Ijichi, along with a photo attached to the message.
3 hours ago, when things went terribly wrong
As promised, you were showing Satoru your childhood albums.
He was very eager to see how the mini you looked backed in the day. Basking in the sight of your adorable self from the photos, gushing over your chubby cheeks and cute outfits, he was asking about the story behind each shot and curiously listening to you go on and on about the old times and the little you he didnât know about.
âŚthat was until a certain group photo from kindergarten caught Satoruâs eyes.
âWhatâs thisâ, he pointed at it.
âItâs a group pic from kindergarten when I was four, I think? The teachers made us pair up and hold hands for the photo, and I ended up with this boy hereâ
Silence. Something was off.
Satoru wasnât reacting the way he was to the other pictures. His smile was frozen on his lips but it was gone from his eyes, and he was unusually quiet too. The aura he was giving off was definitely eerie, and not the least bit loving.
âYeah?â, Satoru spoke in a dull voice. âAnd you let him hold your hand?â
âWhat?â, you blinked twice. âIâ, what?â
âYou let another man touch you?â
âA man? He was four, and so was I â we were children, Satoruâ, you, in complete disbelief, try to laugh it off. There was no way he could be actually upset about and jealous over something so ridiculous (he was in fact very upset and very jealous, and yes, over something so ridiculous).
âIt doesnât change the fact that this bastard touched whatâs mineâ, he was gritting his teeth.
âI wasnât yours back thenâ, and you were pouring oil into the fire.
âLook, just because we didnât know each other doesnât mean you werenât mine. You were always mine, you just didnât know it. But that guyââ
You cut him off, âAlrightâ, and took the photo album from his lap, closing it shut and tucking it under your armpit. âWeâre done looking at my childhood picturesâ
âWhy? Are there more guys holding your hand in there?â, he protested in a high-pitched voice.
ââŚâ
âOh my god?â, he cried out. âThere are?â
Yes, there were. And if he kept looking, by the end of the day, he would turn into a mass murderer.
a/n: mind you, the rest of the pictures are all on friendly terms too, purely platonic. but better safe than sorry! AHAHAH
#ŕŞŕŞ â ai writes#[ ⥠] â satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you
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Text from Tom's music video:
TommyInnit just posted a song and a video, and in the video there's a bunch of quick, flashing screens with text. I screenshotted them all and transcribed them in this post (below the cut because it's kind of long).
If you find a corner of this world wide web that has any substance at all, then please stick to it. The hundreds of millions of people that now place absolutely no value on their time, their precious time, and spend it watching soulless content designed to hold their attention is depressing. This all depressed me. There is so little substance in this mess of a world wide web. So little heart or soul or love. If you find any substance, stick to it.
A Tribute To Minecraft, The Great Potato War, TheOriginalAce's Q&A's, Ludwig's 2020 streams, SMPLive Talent Show. This was everything to me.
Status is irrational & nature is cyclical It's attention porn. Don't get addicted to it. It's nothing. It means nothing. They are more insecure than you. But what the fuck do I know?
When I was a boy, alone, this meant everything to me. I found my people. My place. Along the way I was a part of something that really meant something. That is the only good bit. Whatever I did that meant something, that is the only good bit.
I CAN'T WATCH BACK MY OLD VIDEOS BECAUSE EVERYONE IN THEM WASN'T WHO THEY SAID THEY WERE. DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD THIS MAKES ME FEEL. DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD I HAVE FELT ALL YEAR.
HOW COULD ANYONE POSSIBLY FIND OUT WHO THEY ARE WHEN YOU ARE ALL IMMERSED IN THIS NEEDLESS, SELF INDULGENT SPIRAL OF INSTANT GRATIFICATION AND DISTRACTION. THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU.
[Text is upside down in the video] I don't think I trust anyone here. I don't think anyone trusts anyone here. the poor 12 year old watching this sad ass video when he subscribed for funny minecraft videos. poor guy lmao.
yeah i know it's too much like bo burnham. It won't be in a year though. IN a year it will be like Tom Simons. Just let me figure out what that means, OK?
I used to feel like I was just doing everything wrong. That I just wasn't smart or good like any of my friends. I realise now I was the only one doing the right thing. I just wanted to have fun. What I'd do to get that back, my god. What I'd do. To have things be simple again.
I just don't want to slip back into who I was. A year ago I needed you. A year ago most of my self esteem and worth and love came from you. A year ago I wasn't happy unless you were. I don't think I can ever do that again. That really was wrong. How did I possibly end up there?
#jesus christ tom#put on the video. thought 'haha he really is bo burnhaming it up' and very quickly sobered up#i have so much love for this kid#[tommy]#tommyinnit
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đ NEW IDEA: ASK CHAT GPT đ
ę¨ Use AI to your advantage when it comes to manifesting and shiftingâŚ
Although AI can get a little weird and scary sometimes, itâs actually such a great way to get information, motivation and inspiration all in one
Instead of hounding bloggers for the same thing all the time. Go to Chat GPT.
Now, how about i give you a few examples, letâs imagine someone called maya đ¨
maya is having trouble because she feels like when she tries to induce the void, she always falls asleep and thatâs taken away so many years from her dream life
she asks Chat GPT: âI keep falling asleep every time I try to induce the void, I feel so frustrated all the time and I need some helpâ
Chat GPT answers: âHi Maya, falling asleep during void practice is common, so donât be too hard on yourself. One way to combat this is by practicing at a time when you feel awake and alert, like in the morning or after a light exercise session. Another tip is to sit up in a comfortable position rather than lying down, as it can help you stay focused and avoid dozing off. Keep practicing with patienceâitâs all part of the process!â
now letâs imagine joey đ¨
joey is feeling frustrated because he feels like he hasnât progressed, heâs been in the community for 2+ years and really wants his dream life
he asks: âIâm feeling so frustrated and upset, like I want to give up, Iâve been trying to induce the void and get my dream life for over 2 years, I need motivationâ
Chat GPT responds; âHi Joey, I know itâs tough, but remember that persistence is keyâsometimes the journey teaches you just as much as the destination. Instead of focusing on the time passed, celebrate the fact that youâre still trying, which shows incredible resilience. Take a short break if you need to, and reconnect with why you started. Visualize your dream life vividly, and remind yourself itâs worth the effort. Progress might be closer than you think!â
now chloe đ¨ is feeling really powerless lately, circumstances hit her hard on some days and she feels stuck, she wants to be reminded how the void is so possible and so easy and sheâs so capable of it all
she asks: âCan you remind me how powerful I am? Some days circumstances hit so hard and it gets thought!! Can you explain manifesting from a logical point of view to remind me how easy it all is?â
Chat GPT responds: âHi Chloe, let me remind you of this simple truth: you are the creator of your reality, the God of your world. From a logical point of view, everything you experience stems from your thoughts, beliefs, and focus. Circumstances are just reflectionsâthey only hold power because you give it to them. Shift your focus, and the reflection changes effortlessly. When you truly accept that youâre the one in control, nothing can stand in your way. Youâve always had the power!â
Now you can see how well it works!! You can even use them to give you affirmations, help you with vaunts. You can be as specific as you want, trauma dump as much as you want and say whatever you want without crossing boundaries or being judged. You can use Chat GPT to script, iâve used it so many times and it has given me so many ideas. And your script will still feel like your own, just see it as your collaborating with Chat GPT and that it you helps put your thoughts into words.
You can even use it when youâre having one of those days and just need to be reminded of the fact that youâre in charge. You can even use it for some tough love or to comfort you as you vent.
Like guys you can do so many things with this, I love Chat GPT so much weâre locked in like this:
LMFAOOO IM JOKING (or am i? đ)
But in all seriousness, some of you need this. Flooding bloggers asks and dms with questions that they have repeated the answers to multiple times, asking things you damn well know the answer to or just asking for motivation repeatedly can take away from people who actually have a good question to ask and actually need help. Like fogging up a bloggerâs inbox repeatedly venting about the 3d, or asking âhOw Do I gEt iNtO tHe VoId?â knowing damn well you know the answer to that, will prevent a blogger from noticing someone who actually has a good question that many people might also have and would actually spark an interesting discussion.
So just ask Chat GPT, itâs okay to have doubts creep in from time to time, itâs okay to need a reminder of basic things, itâs okay to forget how powerful you are sometimes, but you can literally ask Chat GPT to help you with that and it will. Instead of waiting around for bloggers to answer your dm or ask just to say the same thing, you can get actual help, and get it when you want it and how you want it.
Why donât you ask âexplain the law of assumption to me like iâm 5â
âexplain the void state to me from a scientific view to help me believeâ
âgive me some dream body affirmationsâ
âiâve been so demotivated, remind me who tf i am againâ
âIâm going to come from a filthy rich family when I permashift, can you give me some ÂŁ10Million+ per year jobs that my desired parents can doâ
âI feel so lazy today, bully me into inducing the pure consciousness instead of procrastinatingâ
you donât need to harass bloggers for these things when you can have immediate access to the answers you seek.
ę¨ đ§¸đ Go download Chat GPT and knock yourself out!! đ
#salemlunaa#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifting#loa#permashifting#respawning#law of assumption#i am state#void state#success story#the void state#void#void state tips#the void#voidstate#pure consciousness#shifting consciousness#void concept#manifesting#master manifestor#manifestation#shifting blog#shifting community
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Not waiting for chance or fate to dictate the terms of how annoying Iâm allowed to be on the internet. I am choosing to answer them all now, unasked as I am.
1) This is mildly variable depending on the amount of effort Iâm willing to expend. Typically the common theme is no adulterants. No sugar, no milk, no queen of England. If Iâm getting fancy with it Iâll make an effort to time the brewing duration, 3mins for a black tea, 5mins for a green tea, 7mins for a herbal tea. But honestly the sort of depression chic Iâve been serving lately has been leaving the bag in and drinking it straight, tannins be damned.
2) Mandarin. Just seems like itâd be the most useful innit. Also, relatively harder to pick up non-magically given my native Englishhood.
3) God. I try not to honestly. No, but seriously, my sleep schedule has been all sorts of out of shape recently. I should work on that. At the moment it varies wildly day to day and depends on my responsibilities the days before and after the sleep. Iâve pulled a couple of all nighters recently and it gets screwy.
4) Maybe atla? I remember really liking it when it came out but not fully understanding the whole plot because I didnât see it serialised until later. Maybe the simpsons? Thereâs something to say here about the earnestness of the earlier seasons and seeing a deeply dysfunctional family care about each other in ways they struggle to expressâthat gets glossed out as the production value rises in the later seasonsâthatâs like heroin to someone trapped in an irony poisoned world. But maybe thatâs cope? Maybe itâs just the show I had the easiest access to as a kid. I guess I didnât watch a whole bunch of tv or at least not a whole bunch that stuck with me.
5) Summer ez. (Have you seen her baphomet pics? đĽľ)
6) In general, I doubt very much that either the optimist or the pessimist considers themselves such. Itâs not really the sort of thing that admits of self-diagnosis in that way⌠Philosophically, the broader question is what? Do I align with Schopenhauer, Voltaireâs Leibniz, or Russelâs Leibniz? Iâm not sure the tumblrinas care about the history of philosophy. I guess Iâll say to the extent that Schopenhauer relies on Indian mysticism, which I think is typically underrated, heâs simply mistaken about the world as will and representation. Iâll say that, Iâm *not* a Buddhist. I think the doctrine of dukkha misses fundamental aspects of human existence. Iâll say that people have richer inner lives, deeper felt internal experiences, than you might assume from reading their little words on the internet. And that, on the whole, these are good things.
7) I mean, both ideally. Variety is the spice of life. If I had to choose I suppose it would be sunshine. But Iâm terribly glad I donât live in a world where I have to choose.
8) I have the cutest little book marks. My primary two at the moment are the sun and the moon, which I use for main text and end notes respectively. Though, I have been known to dog-ear in my time. I once got yelled at by my aunt for turning the corner of the page on my copy of Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix because it was a first edition and she was under the impression that it may be valuable some day. I was like, come on man, Iâm 7. Donât even piss. <- I didnât say these things, but I was *like* that.
9) For the longest time I *only* wore steel toe capped boots because I ran myself over with an electric pallet stacker and tore my toenail off and decided I didnât want that to happen again. I donât do that anymore because I interact with heavy machinery less than I used to. Now all that matters to me is that theyâre waterproof.
10) *My* signature scent like, I produce it? Or like I like it? I guess one of my favourite scents is lavender. But I've been told... Okay, it's important you guys know I do *not* have a yeast infection... I've been told some parts of my body naturally smell like bread, like, that sort of doughy yeasty (I s2g I do *not* (I did not hit her. I did not! oh hi mark)) smell that you get with bread sometimes. Is that what the question was asking?
11) I mean... That's broadly not for me to decide right? Unless the sort of dragons you're imagining have some sort of glamoury illusion magic, which seems plausible. Anyway, do you guys remember in Moby Dick when he goes on this wild tangent about how St. George and The Dragon was acutally about whales? And St. George's horse was actually a walrus or something. What was that about??
Okay, author's note, there's a time skip here. I've been scrolling through lists of dragons in popular culture for a while now and there are a pretty neat and widely varied selection of designs. I'll get back to you on this one.
12) It depends on why I'm writing! If it's a quick note to myself for future reference it'll generally be cursive, if it's an important document that will be read by other people generally it'll be print. If it's time-sensitive it'll be cursive. I remember writing essays for undergrad that I'm sure were totally illegible by the end of them, I think literally just a line on a page with occasional lifts and dips.
13) There is more information on wookieepedia than existed in my philosophy but a few minutes ago. The typology I've discerned is thus: blue - jock, green - nerd, yellow - geek, red - edgelord. And I'm a little bit of all of these, so I think any would be fine. Realistically though, I'm not sure a lightsaber is the best weapon in fantasy space-past-future where spaceships and lasers are common. Like, I'll let it slide because the original trilogy was doing a kirkegaardian faith thing and the prequels were doing a logic doesn't matter it's cool thing, and those are both respectable motivations to leave logistics aside for a bit.
14) Sad
15) Ice skates! I love ice skating!
16) I'm a youngest. I have an older sister, I think I talk about her here from time to time.
17) Well, how I would use it would depend massively on what it was. If the question is which superpower I think is the best then why not ask that? Which superpower would I have has a faint ring of incomprehensibility about it. It's really not clear which counterfactual is under consideration. *If* what?
Anyway, I think time control powers are up there right? Top five at least, easy. Imagine what you could do if you could stop time and sleep whenever you felt like it. I feel King Leerish about the ability to just be well rested. I would do such things, what they are yet I know not.
18) The problem with romantic relationships is that eventually, all of your most interesting clothing will end up in someone else's closet. I think my day-to-day wear tends to be mostly blues, blacks and whites. Not hugely interesting colourwise.
19) Snake, I think, they have fewer demands and I can't really handle any more pressure in my life than I already have. I would hate to be a bad bird mom... I would hate to be a bad snake mom too, but I think it's easier. Typically regarded as easier. I don't know.
20) Okay, so, it's like this right: medieval battle = will probably die. And it's also like this: behind city walls = safe, my friend and lover and confidant. And so, for very obvious reasons, it's gotta be a bow right? Like, I'm standing way out of the action and I'll shoot some arrows long range. But if that's against the spirit of the ask then it's gotta be some kind of polearm, like a halberd or something. Not even close. The advantage you get from distance is hard to overstate. Yeah, polearm for sure.
21) Mint choc chip, it's just such a classic. But also, I had a "london fog" flavour recently that was really compelling. It's just earl grey and vanilla but it's so good.
22) I'm more of a herbs person than a spices person. Like, hmm, I do really enjoy paprika and ginger and stuff like that, don't get me wrong. But it doesn't really hold a candle to the sheer universality of parsley or basil or oregano or mint. Herbs stay winning.
23) These days it's aptos because I am the worlds most basic bitch. And yes, I do still have a fondness for arial.
ask game that tells a lot about you.
how do you take your tea / coffee?
if you could be fluent in any language at the snap of your fingers, which one and why?
when do you wake up?
what was your favourite tv show as a kid?
summer or winter?
realist, optimist, or pessimist?
rain or sunshine?
how do you mark your spot in a book?
what are your favourite shoes like?
what would your non-perfume/cologne signature scent be?
if you were a dragon, what would you look like?
is your handwriting more print, cursive, or a mix?
what colour would your lightsaber be?
what is your defining personality trait?
roller skates or rollerblades or ice skates?
are you an only child? oldest / middle / youngest?
what would your superpower be? how would you use it?
whatâs your clothing colour palette?
pet snake or pet bird?
weapon of choice in a medieval battle
the best ice cream flavour
what spices do you always use when cooking?
default font when typing?
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of course
in which the helicopter crashed with both our guys inside. inspired by this awesome post by @mooshkat
(tw: vomiting, heart issues, near death angst, biphobia mention)
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Once the wave of agony subsides, and Tommy is reasonably sure he's done vomiting into the dirt, he blinks over at Evan appraisingly. "Is your arm broken or did your shoulder go out again?"
Evan grimaces and finishes tying off Tommy's splint. "Shoulder. And my hip's not feeling great. Cracked rib, maybe two. But of course you had to outdo me."
"Didn't do it on purpose." Tommy glares at the spot where his tibia poked through the skin, like he can intimidate the pain away. "Anyway you've got me on quantity."
"There's nothing else?"
"My head hurts," Tommy admits, "but there's not much we can do for that right now."
Evan leans in to compare his pupils. Tommy is very proud of himself for not flinching. "Dispatch had our location?" Evan asks, and instead of reminding him that he was there when they confirmed it, Tommy nods.
He knows he can't go to sleep, even if the leg would allow him. He finds a stick and starts tic tac toe. Evan chuckles and joins in.
He wins the next two games. Tommy blames his probable concussion.
Evan holds his bad arm tight around his midsection, but his eyes seem stormy for a different reason. "These people who hurt you in the past, what- what are their names?"
"Huh?" Tommy gives up on the game, scratching it out of the dirt. "You want a full list of legal names or just what I called them?"
"Was it Evan, for any of them?"
God, he's so transparent. Tommy laughs.
"Do you- do you judge everyone by who came before? Is that just what you do in a-all situations? One barista spilled coffee on you in 2011 and you pay for Starbucks with one of those grabby reacher things ever since?"
"Fuck's sake." Tommy doesn't even like Starbucks, but he doesn't say that.
Evan sort of shrugs before he remembers his shoulder with a wince. "It's not generally considered a sign of maturity. Ironic, I guess."
"Yeah, call me old. See where it gets you."
Evan brightens. "You're talking to me. I like my results so far."
There's something indefatigable about this man. Tommy can't help but surrender in the face of it, just a little. "How did you know I'd have to pinch hit for this fly along?"
"I didn't. I just hoped." His grin is just the slightest bit abashed. "Worst case scenario, get out of the engine for a day and I pump one of your coworkers for info."
"They have very little to pump," Tommy says. Evan and the codependent 118 are the aberration, and they're well aware of that. Tommy has great coworkers. They do their jobs and leave, with the exception of drinks once or twice a month. None of them gave him shit after the breakup. Few of them noticed. This is how most teams operate. Evan, however, looks surprised and a little sad. "What were you hoping to hear?"
"I don't know." Evan looks away, suddenly self conscious. "That you messed yourself up at least half as much as you did me."
Tommy rubs at his face. "I didn't mean to mess you up, Buck. Truly. We- It just ran its course. It doesn't reflect badly on you, or me. This just happens."
He looks upset at first, then calculating. "What if I hooked up with those Not-Evans?"
Tommy looks behind him, searching for something that makes sense. "What if you moved to the moon? I have no idea what you're getting at right now."
"Would I be experienced enough for you if I let them have a go? They were terrible for you, so it stands to reason they'll be terrible for me, too." He lifts a finger, his eyes lighting up in a way that turns Tommy's stomach. "Oh, I guess one or two of those might be women. They don't count. Some might be bi and married to women. Do they count as half? If I bag a threesome, is that like seventy-five percent? Do you give points for polyamory?"
Tommy feels about eighty years old, and not a fit eighty. "When did I say even one of those things?"
"The implications were pretty clear, Tommy. 'You're just young and excited. You don't know what you're feeling or how to interpret anything going on in front of you.'"
Tommy doesn't know what to say to that. It's not remotely what he meant, but he's never been good at communicating through panic.
"Did you love me?" Evan asks quietly. Tommy can't look him in the face. "It felt like you- like you did, but when you let me go like that, like chopping off the top bit of a carrot, it made me re- reevaluate everything I thought I knew about us."
The note of devastation in his voice almost tips him over, but ultimately what does it is the implication that Tommy made Evan lose faith in himself. He can't abide being responsible for that. "Of course I love you, Evan. How could I not?"
The tightness in his chest, that felt so much like raw emotion, intensifies, growing sharper. It's hard to breathe now, like sucking a milkshake through a coffee stirrer, and he realizes, something is very wrong. About as wrong as it could possibly be.
"Oh," he says. An attempt to inflate his lungs all the way makes his vision go sparkly at the edges.
"Tommy?"
Tommy drags his eyes up to meet Evan's. "S- Sorry, I-" I wouldn't have said any of those things if I knew. "Sorry. Evan." You deserve better than a fucking deathbed love confession.
A rough hand grasps his neck, slowing his descent to the ground. "No, hey. Hey hey hey. Tommy, we'll figure this out." Evan sniffles and tries to smile. His tears are falling everywhere. "You're okay. You're fine. Just keep- keep breathing."
The coffee stirrer is about a millimeter wide. Tommy can feel the muscles in his neck straining like he's deadlifting his own weight. Evan rips Tommy's shirt open and he swears floridly, miserably. They both know what this is; they've seen it in a hundred MVAs. Cardiac tamponade. When his heart gives out from the strain of all the blood surrounding it, chest compressions can be worse than useless. They could punch his ticket that much faster.
"Tommy," Evan says, pulling Tommy into his lap. The complaints from his splinted leg are distant, belonging to someone else entirely. Evan's voice is a ragged mess trying to piece itself together. His shoulder and ribs are probably killing him. "Don't run out again. You need to stay. Breathe."
Half a millimeter.
One quarter.
Tommy can't remember what comes after millimeter.
"That's it. I know it's hard, but keep trying. That's all I ask. Just try, okay? Look at me."
Micrometer? Is that it?
Evan's face is shadowed by the sun cresting over his shoulder. Tommy closes his eyes against the glare and is rewarded with a shake.
"Keep your eyes open. Stay with me. Just a little- little bit longer, please."
Fingers are running through his hair, lips are pressing against his forehead, and he thinks he can hear... sirens.
#bucktommy#911 abc#my writing#things by beanarie#there's a second part but it veered off to the left#and i'm not sure how to get back on course#so self contained for now!
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Goodnight and Go 18+
Warnings: smut⌠just.. itâs just smut guys
Notes: first post back baby RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH đ¤đ¤
The windows of your room had gone foggy, the freezing rain outside fighting with the steamy, sweat scented air permeating the space.
Cooing at you, Jason spat down on your pussy, letting the makeshift lube drip down your already slick folds. With a wicked chuckle, his rough palm offered a few slaps to your core, eyes gleaming when he saw the way your hole fluttered and clenched around nothing. There was nothing kind aobut the way he manhandled you to your hands and knees, pulling your head down till you were nose deep into his pelvis and choking on his cock.
But that's what this was all about, wasn't it?
"Fuck my throat, Jay." You pleaded breathily. "C'mon, baby. Make me choke on it."
The broken groan that left Jason's mouth made your toes curl, punched-out, sweltering he licking at your tummy. Without warning, he pitched forward, his heavy cock pulsing in your throat. "Gonna cum."
"Gonna cum down this pretty fuckin' throat." God, you felt so good, mouth warm and wet around him. The little kitten licks you volunteered traded in for the sound of you gagging around him as fucked into your throat with jerky, uneven strokes.
How could he help himself when you made such pretty noises? Jay's eyes stayed fixed on your face, his mouth hung open as he panted like a mut, watching the way your mascara ran down your cheeks, so fucking pretty when you cried.
"Yeah, rub- oh, fuck, rub that clit, mama." Making his abs tense, you moaned around his cock. "So pretty. That's it, make y'self feel good when I- yeah, yeah- cum down this throat."
Clouded by how sweet you look staring up at him with your mouth stuffed full, he pinched your nose, the panicked whine you let out building the electric pleasure until he was cumming, cumming, cu-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, mama-"
The taste of Jason filled your mouth and you head was pulled forward again, nose buried deep into his skin.
"S-Swallow." You tried to mewl out a plea. "I said swallow, yeah.. that's it. Good girl, good fuckin' girl. So pretty, mama."
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd smut#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd#red hood x fem!reader#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood
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sorry but im just thinking about best friend's older brother!character and you. you and your bestie got totally screwed over by your college apartments bc they found black mold in the complex & it's basically uninhabitable. however, this is the second week of the semester + every other viable housing option is taken. luckily enough, her older brother is successful and rich â his luxury apartment is way too big for just himself. he has spare rooms. so now you're living with your best friend's older brother, and you always knew he was cute growing up, but he's older than the two of you; you knew your crush on him was unrealistic. it's like crushing on a celebrity, really. except... people don't normally end up sleeping in the room down the hall from their celeb crush, do they?
he's fun to be around, but when your best friend is gone for periods of time (she'd rather spend her nights at her boyfriend's place), and it's just the two of you alone... things feel tense. like every otherwise innocent action is suddenly charged with some weird electricity. you're messing with the coffee maker and he comes up behind you to open up the cabinet overhead, effectively sandwiching you between the hard counter top and his muscular build (since when did he have the time to get so jacked?) he sleeps shirtless, and when it's nighttime, he'll walk around in just his gray sweats or plaid pj pants, abs on full display, making casual conversation with you like he doesn't look like a greek god coming down to earth. but as much as he's unknowingly taunting you, you're unknowingly taunting him.
since when did his little sister's best friend grow up? why are you walking around in cropped cami tops that are thing enough to wear he can see the buds of your nipples poking through the fabric? why does the scent of your body lotion drive him insane? why does the fact that you're facetiming his sister and interrupting her alone time w her boyfriend just so you can ask for advice on what to wear to a date bother him so much? when you hang up, he conveniently passes by your bedroom door to see what's going on.
you're wearing a tight, black mini dress and you're spraying on perfume â the perfume he gifted you a few chrismas'es ago. he thinks it's cute that you still use it; he finds it less cute when he realizes you'll waste the sweet scent on someone who isn't him.
"you could've asked me for help on deciding what to wear. my sister acts like she knows it all, but she doesn't know how men think."
you're caught off guard, embarrassed that he overheard your conversation. "i- i wouldn't bother you with something stupid like this. i asked her because i don't have any guy friends and-"
he's fully in your room now, a look on his face you've only ever seen in your wet dreams. "i'm a man. do you really not see me that way?"
right now, he's all you can see.
#not his biggest fan but...#kuroo đ#hear me out hear me out#YUKIMIYA#can u see it#wait... this is an insane line up of people who don't really have anything in common#could have potential to be sakusa#kunigami :O
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