#mark landon

[sixtiesgaragefuzzbeatpsychyeye]

The Music Machine

'Where the Action Is',

California, US, 1966

[tlj1988]

[politicaldilfs]

Kansas Governor DILFs

Bill Graves, Frank Carlson, Jeff Colyer, Frank L. Hagaman, Robert Docking, George Docking, Andrew Frank Schoeppel, Edward F. Arn, John W. Carlin, John McCuish, Fred Hall, John Anderson Jr., Mark Parkinson, Alf Landon, Mike Hayden, Sam Brownback, Payne Ratner, William H. Avery

[loveofstelena]

Multicouples • loml x You're Losing Me

[screencapshd]

BEVERLY : Michaela thought you only had one day left to live. Doesn't hold a candle to years together.

ZEKE : How do you know that? Can you feel what I'm feeling?

[whatsnewtonetflix]

We’re celebrating two landmark events on this episode of What’s New to Netflix Instant!? and one of them has to do with it being our eighth year as a podcast! The other is the fact that we are not recording this one over Skype but have met up in person, for the first time since 2020, to bring you everything that is coming to Netflix in March 2023!

Then Denzel Washington and Mark Wahlberg team up to steal some money and cause a lot of trouble in 2 Guns from 2013. Afterwards, we go to Norway and watch a teenager transform into a werewolf before wreaking havoc on her small town in Viking Wolf (aka Vikingulven) from 2023. And then we watch as Anthony Mackie’s family befriends a ghost, played by David Harbour, which turns him into a viral celebrity in We Have a Ghost, also from 2023.

All of this plus karate sheep, Chris Rock is getting upset, 5-Minute Abs, Survivor-style reality shows, the wrong Sky High, and Netflix wants us to get in shape but also suggests that working out can kill you?

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[helloparkerrose]

Paul Revere & The Raiders: Steppin’ Out (1966) on Hullabaloo

Here is a performance of Paul Revere and The Raiders singing their hit single Steppin’ Out, on NBC’s Hullabaloo. 

[junkfoodcinemas]

Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones (2014) dir. Christopher Landon

[motimatcha]

the Forbidden fruit

NSFW: headcanons about your sex life. hazbin hotel Adam x fem!reader That feeling when my drafts are almost halfway through the smut with Adam that I wanted to write, but at the last minute I stopped liking that text, so I switched to something else. Everything is (not) good. I wrote this text while listening to Landon Tewers - She Thinks of Me. the meaning of the song is not at all important and has nothing to do with the lyrics, I just liked the melody.

Adam has beautiful hands. Aesthetic. When he takes off his clothes and folds his arms across his chest, rests them on a surface, or carries heavy objects, his veins appear.

His fingers are thin and well-groomed, long, like those of a pianist, which Adam never was.

Just imagine the contrast it has on you during sex. His rough, sometimes wild, character and gentle movements of his hands that slide over your entire body while he whispers all sorts of dirty things in your ear. Imagine those hands touching your hips, squeezing your skin gently but noticeably to make you feel excited and excited, and then with a knee-baring grin, he leaves you unsatisfied.

Adam can and loves to tease. His hands pass dangerously close to your sensitive places, and his words are full of subtext and hints, which are sometimes not covered at all. And because many are accustomed to the character of Adam, who speaks complete nonsense, no one pays attention to the fact that Adam literally said that he would fuck you against that wall before entering heaven.

Adam sure has a sexy morning voice. He can lie on his back, finally finding a comfortable position without his wings getting in the way, one of his arms wedged under your body and resting on your side. He brushes the hair that is falling into his face back before turning his head in your direction. A smirk graces Adam’s face as he rolls onto his side and pulls you closer to him, allowing your two hot bodies to grind against each other. Adam wakes you up with a kiss behind your ear, slowly lowers himself to your neck and whispers some nonsense to you, but you don’t wake up or pretend to be asleep, he takes it as a challenge and the hand from your hip slowly slides down, straight into yours underpants.

Adam likes the cowgirl position when he's too tired but still wants you. This gives you both an imaginary sense of control: you control the speed of the process, Adam controls the movement of your hips.

He likes to look at your hips and butt, whether in tight pants/high-waisted shorts or skirts/dresses that contour your figure. Adam basically likes to look at you in tight clothes, style doesn't matter as long as you like it. Besides that, he likes to see his dick penetrate your body slowly or quickly (well, I mean, he likes to watch your pussy swallow his dick, let's be honest). He loves watching your breasts bounce rhythmically as you move. He loves the feeling of your fingers on his chest as you lean against him, finding a comfortable position.

If you don't mind having Adam's dick in you without having sex, then please allow him. He is overwhelmed by a feeling of unity that has not visited him since the time of Lilith and Eve.

Not against quick sex (or blowjob).

Speaking of fetishes, Adam loves creampies and he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s flattered by the idea of ​​impregnating you. And the latter is not so much a fetish as his sacred duty, because he seemed to be created for this? First man, first man and all that. However, if you can't get pregnant (or it's your mutual desire not to have children due to your lifestyle), he still loves creampies.

Adam loves to leave his marks on you: hickeys and bites, especially on your neck, arms, collarbones, chest, hips... In general, wherever he can reach with his mouth and lips. Adam likes to do this not only because he finds it sexy, but because of his insecurity. He had two wives who went to a dwarf duck! Somewhere in the subcortex of consciousness, Adam wants every living and dead soul to see that you are already busy with him and minding your own business.

Adam will probably let you do anything (within reason and as long as he feels like he's in a dominant position) if you praise him during sex or tell him you wouldn't choose anyone else over him. This will upset him.

I'm not sure exactly what word is supposed to mean what I'm about to say next (at least I've seen it called "happy way", but I can't be sure), but Adam has a faint trail of hair from his belly button to the groin. And although he takes care of himself (if you ask, he doesn’t care until it starts to get in the way), but he will never remove this particular hair.

His cock is worth forgetting about toys. So are his fingers.

Adam doesn't have a favorite place to have sex, but he prefers you to be alone. Teasing in public is a whole different story!

If you want to quickly excite Adam, then touch his wings. But this should not be a light touch to the tips of his feathers, but a targeted stroking of the growth area of ​​​​the wings and between the shoulder blades.

[propertyofwicked]

BEST FRIEND - LN

part 2 to faking an interest!

f1 grid x platonic!reader, lando x reader SMAU

icl the dates and replies on the tweets are wrong but i cba to change them

masterlist the playlist

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⤷ yourusername secrets? like what? how to forget to pack a spare chassis?

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⤷ yourusername no <3

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mclaren 🧡

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landonorris 🧡

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[hezzabeth]

"For the last time, that poem isn't romantic! It's insulting," Revati yelled over her shoulder as she began to pedal.

The layout of Olde Landon had been deliberately designed to keep tourists inside for as long as possible. There was only one way to access the front gates, and that involved defeating the Queen of Hearts' hedge maze. When the park was still open, tourists would be forced to spend at least an hour in the maze, stumbling upon tiny toy shops and food stands around every corner. The same thing occurred when they left, resulting in a very rich park and bankrupt guests. Now the maze was overgrown and easy enough to navigate.

Revati pedaled past the cart that once sold her heart-shaped sunglasses. Then she turned left, almost crashing into the wall of roses. The wall of roses stared back at her, their red blooms heavy and suspicious. Thanks to Bridgadeiro, she knew they were probably secretly insulting her.

The next turn consisted of an old stardust popcorn stand. Revati skidded to a stop and inspected the inside tray, where a few ancient kernels lay. Carefully, she picked up several of them and placed them in her jacket pocket. As far as she could tell, the kernels were seeds. Someone was shifting around the corner, causing the branches to shake.

"Aurora, is that you? Did you go ahead of me?" Revati yelled.

"While conferring in the labyrinth where false preachers reeked of death, the monster began to growl," a voice called from around the corner. An unfamiliar, flat female voice. Raiders. Raiders were, of course, an occupational hazard in any post-apocalyptic settlement. Normally, they never made it further than the broken glass pit at the park's gates. Sometimes Dityaa would bring one in, insisting they were "lovely," which always led to awkward dinners.

Revati slowly walked around the maze corner. There was a screeching metallic sound, and the weapon fell from Revati's hand. An android was slumped over on the ground. Once it would have been golden, but now it was rusty and covered in mud. Someone had ripped its legs off, leaving nothing but wires and tubes spitting bright blue fluid. Instead of a torso, there was a black empty hole with a concave door swinging on its bent hinges.

"And in the forgotten twists, footsteps quicken, hearts beat, and teeth are bared," the android chirped, its voice still distorted and far away. The android's face was a beautiful mask. Still-carved eyes. Unmoving sweet lips.

Revati powered up her solar gun and slowly walked forward, aiming it at the android. The android's metal eyes scraped in their sockets, turning towards her.

“Is that you? My darling Perdita?” The android’s voice whispered, the lips unmoving. The whispering voice had a posh lilt to its accent. Revati refused to answer. It was best to never engage with AI.

“Perdita, I clawed my way in! They know about you; the spider knows,” the android whispered before collapsing completely.

Revati slowly walked forward, still holding her weapon. With one foot, she kicked the android. It didn’t move. Its power had definitely died.

“Spider? Is that some sort of gang?” Revati whispered to herself. Gangs were always given stupid names.

“The spider is us; the spider is legion,” a flat robotic voice called out, and Revati spun around.

Queen Victoria was standing behind her, scorch marks all over her dress. A faint blue glow was erupting from beneath the skin of Queen Victoria’s chest.

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Hi! I wanted to send a request for rutger. Reader and rutger are dating and theyre at a frat party. Readers drunk and gets taken advantage of. Rutger finds out and him and some of the other hockey boys (who readers grown close with) take matters into their own hands.

Rescue You — Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which you find yourself needing rescued.

Content Warning; Underage drinking(Reader is 20), sexual assault, victim blaming themselves, blood, fighting, protective Rutger & UMich Hockey Boys, 18+ content!!

Pairing: Rutger McGroarty &Reader(Romantic) Umich Hockey players & Reader(platonic)

Notes: I hope this does the request well. I also added a bit of JJ McCarthy bc I love him.

You honestly didn’t even want to be at this party, Rutger and Seamus had practically forced you to come. But nonetheless you put on a cute dress and spent the better part of the night under Rutger’s arm. You had grown bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play beer pong. You pressed a kiss against Rutger’s cheek, “I’m gonna go grab a drink Rut.” Rutger’s hands snaked around your hips as he pulled you into a kiss that left you speechless, “I’ll be here my love.” Your heart soared as you walked out of the room and heard Rutger’s friends poke at him for being overly affectionate towards you. Which he always was when he had when he was drunk.

You entered the kitchen and began to pour vodka into a solo cup. “Pretty lame party right?” You jumped at the voice, you turned around to find it belonged to a boy in one of your lectures, Logan or Landon was his name. You smiled sheepishly, “Could definitely be better.” He grinned at this, as a sinking feeling overcame you, “I’m Landon by the way. Your in my intro to gender in media lecture right?” You nodded, “I think so, I’m Y/N.” He grinned as he grabbed a beer, “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Your stomach churned at his words, “Ha thanks.” He had his arm on the cabinet above your head, “You look like you could use something strong. Come on, I have fireball in my room.” You stomach sank, but you’d been drinking beer while observing your boyfriend for most of the night so your judgment was impaired as you agreed and followed him to his room. Your drunken state seemed to poise an opportunity for him. He shut his bedroom door before leading you to the bed. As you sat down you saw the look in his eyes darken as he leaned forward, further and further until his body weight was on top of you. He was easily 6’5 and potentially double your body weight so you had no way of moving.

Anna, Seamus’s girlfriend furrowed an eyebrow as she searched the house for you. She turned to Rutger, “McGroarty, where’s your girl?” Rutger furrowed an eyebrow, “I’m not sure. She said something about going to get a drink.” Anna furrowed an eyebrow as she got up to find you. Landon had both of your hands pinned down with a harsh grip. You had your back to the door, the door creaked open and you heard Anna’s voice, “Sorry, shit my bad, wait Y/N?” She would have recognized the lacy black mini dress on your body, she made it. “Your seriously cheating on Rutger when he’s downstairs?”

Landon was panicking and pulled up his pants and hurried out of the room. Once you realized he was gone from the room you broke into sobs. Anna rushed to your side, she reached out to pull you into a hug when you flinched and your tears streamed down your face, “Anna, don’t tell him.” Anna looked at the bruises forming on your wrists and her jaw clenched, “Okay, honey I won’t tell Rutger but you should.” You sniffled, “He wouldn’t be able to look at me the same. I’m scared Anna.” Anna sniffled, “Can I hug you Y/N?” You nodded through your tears and melted into your friends arms.

You finally calmed down enough to go downstairs with Anna. Rutger, Luca, Seamus, Ethan, Mark and Adam were all still playing beer pong. The game was quickly abandoned as soon as Rutger got a glimpse of your tearstained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He was immediately heading for you, “Baby, what happened?” You pulled back from him slightly, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been drinking so much.” Luca’s jaw clenched, he put two and two together.

Jazz, Luca’s girlfriend shook her head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong sweetie.” Rutger’s hands found their way into a ball, “Who did it? I need you to tell me who did this to you.” You let out a small sob, “His name’s Landon. I don’t know anything else.” Adam’s jaw tensed, “Dark hair? Big guy?” You nodded as Anna held you into a warm embrace. Adam turned to his brother, “I’ll be back.” He walked out of the room, “McCarthy!” JJ’s head shot up from the redhead he was doing a body shot off of, “What’s up bro?”

Adam scoffed, “Where’s your boy Landon?” JJ shrugged, “Last I saw him he was headed out back. Why?” Adam clenched his fist, “He just took advantage of my boys girl. I’m about to kick his ass.” JJ shot up, feeling anger course through his veins, “He did what?” Suddenly you were left standing with Anna and Jazz on either side of you. The drinking game long forgotten as your boyfriend and his teammates stormed outside. You insisted on following them.

The minute the backdoor opened, the entire feeling of the backyard changed. Landon was sat on a lawn chair with a perky blonde on his lap. JJ approached the pair and looked at the girl, “If I were you I’d move.” The girl took one look at JJ and got up, sensing the blonde football player was serious. Landon glared at his teammate, “Man I was working my magic here.” JJ scoffed, “I really don’t give a damn dude. Your such a piece of shit.” Landon scoffed and began to speak only to be cut off by Rutger punching him in the face.

Landon barely stumbled and went to retract his fist only to be punched in the face from the opposite side by Luca, “Don’t even try it bitch.” Mark came from behind pulling Landon around and punching him so hard Landon fell to the ground. Landon looked to JJ for assistance, “Bro your not gonna help me out?” JJ crossed his arms, “Not when you take advantage of a drunk girl under the same roof as me. I’m not defending you. You did it yourself.” Landon scoffed, “That’s what this is about? That bitch?” Rutger could have sworn he was seeing red as he pulled his hand back and repeated hit Landon in the face. Only stopping when he saw blood on his hands and saw the horrified look in your eyes. He scoffed, “Expect a appointment with your coach and the dean.” He walked away from him and towards you, “Y/N baby I am so so sorry.” You felt your body give way as you leaned into your boyfriend’s arms.

[cyberl6ve]

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જ⁀➴ : In the gritty streets of Los Angeles, Chris Sturniolo thrived as a confident drug dealer known for his sharp wit and laid-back demeanor. Amidst the chaos, there was one person he held close: Y/N. They shared a unique bond of flirty banter and magnetic chemistry, their 'friendship' blending with moments of deeper connection. Despite Chris's reputation, his loyalty to Y/N was unwavering, subtly marked by red roses— an emblem of their unspoken commitment amidst the secrets and uncertainties of their world.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭, and I couldn’t sleep despite the summer heat. Tossing and turning under my thin sheet, I glanced towards my phone, the screen lighting up as a message buzzed through. Curiously, I checked the notification.

It was from him. After a year of no communication, he was finally back. My heart rate quickened as I opened the message.

“Meet me at the rooftop. Now.”

I stared at the screen, the command sending a thrill down my spine. The roof, at this time of night? My mind swirling with questions but curiosity won.

Quickly, I threw on a hoodie and slid on a pair of shoes. A glance at the clock confirmed the late hour, but the mystery of his return was too tempting to resist.

The walk to the roof felt like an eternity despite the short distance. My thoughts raced as I slowly climbed the stairs, my heart pounding against my chest. Each step echoed in the empty stairwell, drowning out the city’s distant hum.

Finally, I reached the door that led to the roof. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open, greeted by the warm night air.

There he stood, a silhouette against the city skyline, smoke lazily drifting from his lips. He heard the creak of the door, turning slightly, revealing his face lit by the city lights.

I crossed the rooftop, my footsteps soft against the concrete. Despite the casualness of his appearance, there was an air of intensity surrounding him.

As I approached, he took another drag from his blunt, the ember briefly illuminating his face in the dark. His eyes, dark and sharp, followed my movements, studying me with a mixture of familiarity and something else.

I stood beside him, the city's buzz providing a background hum to our conversation. Glancing at him, I asked bluntly, “Why are you here?”

He took another drag of his blunt, exhaling slowly before turning his gaze towards the busy street below. “Just wanted to see you,” he answered, his voice nonchalant but the slight tension in his shoulders betraying his casual tone.

I crossed my arms, a hint of annoyance lacing my words. “A year of no communication? Where the hell have you been, Christopher?”

He let out a dry chuckle, the corners of his lips curling up in a smirk. “Here and there,” he replied evasively, his eyes drifting back to the city lights.

I could feel the irritation building in my chest. “That's not an answer,” I retorted, my voice firm.

He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another puff of his blunt. “It's not supposed to be,” he said, blowing smoke into the night air before looking at me directly, his gaze unapologetic.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his typical response. “Always with the mystery,” I muttered, the frustration evident in my tone.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You know you love it,” he replied, his voice filled with a familiar confidence.

Despite my annoyance, a hint of relief tinged my voice. “Glad you're back, though,” I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

His smirk widened, as if he knew the effect he still had on me. “Didn't think you'd miss me,” he teased, his eyes glinting with a playful gleam.

“I can survive without you, you know,” I quipped, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Despite my words, my heart fluttered at his proximity.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “No need to play tough, love. I know you missed me,” he teased, moving closer, the gap between us shrinking.

I stood my ground, refusing to back down. “Cocky as ever, huh?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow at his audacity.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “You like it though,” he whispered, the low timbre of his voice sending a jolt of heat through me.

I tried to maintain my composure, but his cocky demeanor was getting the best of me. I let out a laugh, giving his chest a playful shove.

“You're insufferable,” I said, shaking my head in mock annoyance.

I sauntered over to a few nearby chairs and an unlit fire pit, the faint scent of smoke still lingering from past gatherings. Dropping into one of the seats, I watched as he followed, swagger in his stride.

“So, you've returned. Finally decided to grace me with your presence, huh?” I tried to sound sardonic, hiding the fact that I was glad to see him.

Chris chuckled, taking a seat next to me. He leaned back, his arm draped over the back of my chair.

“You act like you weren't counting the days,” he teased, his gaze fixed on the skyline. The moonlight cast shadows on his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features.

Despite my best efforts to keep up my nonchalant demeanor, his words hit a nerve. “I wasn't,” I protested, my voice faltering slightly.

He turned his head to look at me, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Oh, really?” he drawled, his eyes narrowing. “You're a terrible liar, you know that?”

A flicker of irritation shot through me as he called me out on my bluff. “And you're a pain in the ass,” I retorted, although the bite in my voice was lacking.

He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Yet, you still keep me around,” he mused, shifting closer, our thighs now touching.

I had no rebuttal to his comment. He hit the truth right on the nose, and I was silently cursing my own weaknesses for him.

His proximity was affecting me more than I cared to admit. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting through the air.

His gaze was fixed on me, studying my reaction. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he could read my thoughts.

“You can't resist me, and you know it,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “No matter how much you try to play hard to get, I know I'm the only one who can get under your skin like this.”

His words struck a nerve, awakening a desire I couldn't ignore. My gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips, and a pang of heat shot through me.

Unable to help myself, I let my eyes linger on his mouth, the memory of his kiss flashing through my mind. I quickly snapped my eyes back up, hoping he hadn't noticed my slip.

His hand moved to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. He traced the line of my jaw with his thumb, a subtle caress that sent tingles down my spine.

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath against my skin, the air between us crackling with tension.

He continued to caress my jaw, his voice dropping to a softer tone. His usually cocky demeanor faded, replaced by a hint of vulnerability.

“I missed you,” he confessed, his eyes searching mine. “More than you know. I'm sorry for being gone so long, for leaving without a word. The distance between us was unbearable, and not a day passed that I didn't think about you.”

His fingers moved to my cheek, tracing small circles. “I'm here now, and I don't plan on going anywhere.”

A mixture of emotions washed over me, hearing the sincerity in his voice. I couldn't help but soften, the walls I had built around my heart weakening.

“You caused me a lot of pain, you know,” I whispered, my voice quiet but firm. “I didn't know what had happened, or if you were even okay. And then you just show up out of the blue, expecting everything to be fine?”

He let out a shaky breath, the guilt palpable in his expression. “I know,” he admitted, his thumb moving to brush against my lower lip. “I was a coward. I should've told you why I left, but I didn't want you to worry. But being away from you, not being able to see you or hear your voice, it was torture.”

I couldn't deny the impact his words were having on me, the mixture of hurt and vulnerability in his confession getting to me.

I reached up and took his hand away from my face, holding it in mine, our fingers intertwining. “You can't just disappear like that and reappear whenever you please,” I chided, my voice a mix of frustration and longing.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I know, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.

He leaned even closer, his forehead touching mine. “I promise I'll make it up to you, Y/N. And I'll prove to you that I'm here to stay this time. No more running, no more disappearing.”

I could see the genuine remorse in his eyes, his desire to make amends clear. As much as I wanted to hold onto my anger, I understood the nature of his world all too well.

“I get it, you know,” I murmured, my voice softer now. “The danger, the need to vanish. I know you had your reasons.”

A flicker of surprise passed over his face before he softened, his fingers squeezing mine gently. “I forget how well you know me sometimes,” he admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He looked deeply into my eyes, the connection between us growing stronger. “I meant what I said, though. I won't leave again, I promise. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and by my side.”

The air was thick with tension, the desire between us undeniable. He leaned in closer, his lips barely an inch from mine.

“I need you,” he murmured, the words sent a jolt through me. “I need you more than anything.” He closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

The kiss was a maelstrom of emotions, pent-up desire and longing pouring through us. His hand moved to the back of my neck, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

I couldn’t resist, surrendering to the intensity of the moment, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

The kiss grew more feverish, our bodies pressed tightly together. As he pulled away, I gasped for air, his name slipping from my lips.

“Chris...”

He took the opportunity to nip at my lower lip, his teeth lightly biting down. “Say it again,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.

A shiver of pleasure ran through me at his command. “Chris...” I repeated, my voice a breathless whisper.

He groaned, the sound sent a thrill down my spine. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he murmured, his lips finding my neck.

His mouth trailed a path down my throat, leaving a trail of kisses along my skin. His free hand slid under the hem of my shirt, caressing the bare skin of my hip.

I let out a soft moan, arching into his touch, the heat spreading through my body with each brush of his lips against my skin.

His mouth still on my neck, he could feel the sudden shift in my body. The subtle shaking, the catch in my breath, and the way my hands gripped his shirt tighter.

He pulled back, looking at my face, and saw the tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

His expression softened instantly, his eyes filled with concern. “Hey, hey, what's wrong?” he asked gently, his thumbs wiping the tears away.

I couldn’t hold it back, the mixture of emotions overwhelming me. I let the words tumble out.

“I missed you so much, it hurt. Not knowing if you were okay, if you were even coming back... I was a mess. And now you’re here, but I don’t know if you’ll just disappear again and I can’t handle that, I can’t-” I stopped myself, the tears flowing harder now.

He gently framed my face with his hands, his thumbs still wiping away my tears as they fell. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, a look of tender concern etched into his features.

“Y/N, I’m here, I’m here sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice a soothing murmur. “Don’t cry, Love. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a protective embrace. I buried my face in his chest, taking comfort in his presence, the sound of his heartbeat steady and calming.

He held me tightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I put you through that,” he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. “I never wanted to cause you pain, never wanted to make you cry.”

I clung to him, my tears slowly subsiding as his words sank in. The heat of his body, the scent of his skin, the feel of his heart beating against my cheek – all of it reassured me that he was real and he was here.

“Just don’t ever leave again,” I mumbled into his hoodie, the fear and hurt still lingering in my voice. “Don’t disappear without telling me.”

He tightened his embrace, his grip almost possessive. “Never again,” he vowed, his voice firm and resolute. “I won't leave you again like that, I swear.”

His hand moved to my face, gently tilting my head up to look at him. He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. “I don't want to be anywhere that you're not.”

I looked up at him, the moonlight illuminating his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the softness of his lips. With a gentle touch, I traced my fingers along his jawline, relishing the feel of his stubbled chin under my fingertips.

As I roamed my gaze over his features, my expression softened, filled with a yearning, almost reverent look. His beauty took my breath away, like a work of art brought to life.

He leaned into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine. He could feel the emotion in my gaze, the silent declaration of the love and longing that filled my heart.

His hand rose, gently caressing my cheek, his thumb tracing the contour of my jaw. “You're looking at me like that again,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of awe and wonder.

I tried to pull away, guilt and insecurity making me want to put some distance between us. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice soft but tinged with remorse.

He quickly caught my wrist, his grip gentle but firm. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his eyes holding mine captive.

Before I could respond, he tugged me closer, maneuvering me onto his lap. I gasped, the unexpected action causing me to stumble, but he caught me easily, settling me comfortably against his chest.

His arms encircled me, holding me in place. I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, his scent surrounding me like a comforting blanket.

He tilted my chin up, our faces now just inches apart. “Don’t apologize for needing me,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t ever feel guilty for showing your true feelings. I like seeing ALL sides of you.”

A wave of relief washed over me, the guilt that had been gnawing at me slowly dissipating. His words were like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache in my heart.

I shifted in his lap, my legs straddling his hips, our bodies now impossibly close. “Chris...” My voice was barely above a whisper, the vulnerability and longing evident in my tone.

He wrapped his arms around me tighter, his hands resting on the small of my back. I could feel his heart beating against mine, the rhythm matching my own.

He leaned in, his lips next to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “You say my name like you’re praying,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and possession.

My pulse quickened, my breath catching in my throat. His words, the way he held me, it was both comforting and intoxicating, a potent combination that only he could evoke in me.

“Chris,” I repeated, the syllables of his name a plea, a prayer, a declaration of the love that filled me to the brim.

His fingers dug into my hips, the sudden firmness of his grip catching me off guard. I could feel his breath quickening, his chest rising and falling faster.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Authors note: new story !! sorry for the inactivity have no motivation to write but trying my best tonight to finish on the down low

© CYBERL6VE

[aaal-iz-well]

✦ making the rumor mill churn ✦　　

a/n: hey guys, so this is basically me making good on my promise to post small ficlets and stuff, so here you go. enjoy reading it. the title says it all.

“Avery!”

“Miss Grambs!”

“Look here!”

“Mr. Hawthorne, how do you feel about the comments on your relationship with Avery Grambs?”

Avery tensed beside Jameson, smile growing tight, and despite all the media practice, her shoulders curled inwards. No one would notice it, except the edits where they focused on every micro aspect of her body language in slow motion.

Avery would hate it.

Jameson cocked his head in a pose, winking at a random boy in behind the cameras, seeing him squeak. He widened his stance, because despite the heels, Avery wasn’t quite as tall as him.

“Heiress?” he spoke in her ear.

“Huh,” she hummed, careful not to turn towards him. He could already imagine all the thoughts in her head, what would happen if she did.

“Do you think they know,” he asked casually over the din of the reporters bombing them with questions.

What would you say about your father’s connection with Miss Skye Hawthorne? There’s uncertainty about the future of the Hawthorne name after your decision to liquidate majority of assets for charity. Is it—

“What, Jameson?” Usually, his vague questions (Heiress, guess what I’m thinking right now? When am I going to see the girl of my dreams?) were met with equally vague— and at times mischievous— answers from the young billionaire.

A question for a question.

He would forgive her for not playing this time. He supposed the strain of her smile, of having to keep her cheeks up, but not too wide, not too creepy, not so, bluh, generic, not like that, was taking a toll on her capacity to entertain him.

No worries, he could be the entertainer tonight.

“About the mark on my collarbone,” he whispered, the words barely more than air. “Do you think I should pull it down just a little, teeny tiny bit. Give them something to talk about?”

“Jameson!” she said through her smile, eyes never straying to his. Her calmness was laudable, really. At times, he was willing to bet it gave Grayson’s a run for his money. Literally. But he could sense the undertone of warning in it. she might as well have said the words with daggers in her eyes.

“What are you going to do?” he challenged her in a sing song manner, pretending not to notice the tick in her jaw. The way she seemed to withdraw from the crowd was something he relished in. The way, despite her frozen face, he knew he had her attention. Her spine straightened. Her smile was muscle memory, and she was looking— not at the reporters of cameras, or journalists— just looking. Her gorgeous self. Above all the lies they were ready to spew about her.

“Are you going to kiss me on the mouth after that, cause like cat’s out of the bag?” he continued lowly, serenading in her ear. “Really really hard. Show them you did it, banish all those stories from their minds.”

“Shut up Jameson,” she said, her lips barely moving to make the sound. They moved further up the carpet, his hand on her back.

Jameson assesses the crowd from this higher vantage. “They seem to want to know an awful lot, don't they. And I wouldn’t mind climbing the rung to the hottest Hawthorne. My aunt's had her days, af—”

Suddenly, Jameson shut his mouth like a trap.

Well, that was okay, relatively okay, considering the alternative was yelping like a kitten when Avery pinched him, right on his hip. Where she knew the skin wasn’t quite as sturdy as the rest on his body. They’d had a long night, though he was far from complaining.

“Cat got your tongue, Jamie darling?” she said, finally finally looking at him, speaking the words right over his face. The words weren’t spoken through her frozen smile. This was a secretive one, meant only for him. Something that Landon couldn’t take the credit for instilling, something entirely, unapologetically her own.

The answer to her question would be in the affirmative, cause he couldn’t bring himself to answer. His entire body tingled with tremors, the epicentre where she’d pinched him.

“Who knew you had a pause button.” Her nails lightly dragged over his back, but they were more soothing than teasing. “Smile for the cameras.”

“You forget, Heiress,” he told her when he’d recovered. A forearm hoisted on her shoulder to make up for lost time. “Two can play that game.”

“They very well can,” she told him, a twinkle in her eyes. “But I doubt you want me on your bad side, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.”

His heiress really did know all the chinks in his armour. The way she said his name, the practiced ease, it slowly rolled off her mouth like that. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. Like leisurely unspinning a yarn; a command; a challenge; a gauntlet thrown down. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. Brimming with things only the two of them could understand.

He was a squeaking schoolgirl, a fangirl, a crazy man palpitating on the street.

“What?” he asked her. “You're going to unleash your PR dogs on me”

“I’ll alone be enough to make you regret it, let alone my PR.”

Jameson, for this once thought it best not to test her. He was done here. So he let his arm drop from her shoulder and wound it around her waist instead as they made to take their seats. “I think I agree.”

“Miss Grambs, Mr. Hawthorne, is it true that the two of you are in a relationship? The rumour mill is certainly going to be busy tonight.”

And well, later on, when it was Avery’s turn on the stage, he knew that camera was panned in on him, if he fanned his collar— it was a bit stuffy, in his defence, or rather his cover— and made sure people knew, he could always claim plausible deniability.

a/n: so that's it. i have some more ideas and may be posting soon, thanks for reading. also feel free to send some promp if you iiked this. buh byee love you guys

[b0w-ties-are-cool]

Baby Fever (Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader) [SMUT]

Summary: You are doom-scrolling on the internet and there are baby images and videos everywhere. You might just convince your boyfriend... (; SFW FOUND HERE

Warning(s): Baby fever obvi, suggestive language another obvi, cunnilingus (sorta ig), piv sex, breeding kink, soft!dom!doctor, unprotected sex, is "alien sex" something I need to include in the warnings?

Word count: 1,142

You had convinced your boyfriend, the Doctor, to get an actual phone so that you could send him TikToks. After about a week of trying to convince him he finally gave in. It was soon after that your for you page got delightfully plagued with videos of babies. These videos poured fuel on your baby fever ember.

You started saving them to your favorites and sending them to your boyfriend. Your baby fever started to get so bad that you had dreams about you and the Doctor having a baby. At that point, you didn't know if you were daydreaming or nightdreaming.

Babies took over your TikTok, Pinterest, and Instagram. You made mental notes of baby names that you liked. You knew that their name would have to be unique. You particularly liked Sailor, Zamora, Atlas, and Kya.

You are currently lying on the couch in your three bedroom apartment in Chicago. It has a grey-brown aesthetic with a grey couch and brown wooden coffee. You had a Roku TV, you turned on The Big Bang Theory just to have background noise as you scrolled on Pinterest.

You and the Doctor are babysitting your sister's kids. Technically her and her kids lived with you, you just take care of them because she has a night job.

You had gotten the 2 year old twins, Logan and Landon, to bed. You had bunk beds with rails for them. And there was a crib in there as well for your sister's 9 month old, Bella. You had tasked the Doctor with putting Bella to bed.

You hear footsteps approach you, and you look up to see the Doctor standing behind you.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He asks as he shows you his phone that is open to his TikTok messages with all the baby videos that you sent him.

"...No..." You say awkwardly, "They were on my FYP."

"Apparently on your Pinterest too," He states, looking at your phone screen and raising his eyebrows.

"And Instagram..." You mutter, your face is burning.

The Doctor chuckles, "Got a bad case of the baby fever?"

"Yeeessss!" You whine and drag out the pronunciation of the e and the s. You sit up and turn around to face the Doctor. "Impregnate me goddamnit!" You shout playfully.

The Doctor laughs while mouthing 'no' and shakes his head at your shenanigans.

"That could be my Christmas gift!" You grin up at him, biting your lip mischievously.

"Your Christmas gift?" The Doctor questions, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows at you. There is a hint of a smile that he is trying to hold back.

"Yes!" You exclaim, "Or right now." You stand up from your spot on the loveseat and walk up to him, knowing exactly what to say to convince him. "Breed me, Doctor," You whisper in his ear.

Before you knew it, you were in your bedroom. The Doctor kisses and leaves marks on your neck. Your hand rests on the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair.

The Doctor discards his tweed jacket to the floor and you push his suspenders down his arms. You pull at each other's clothes until all that is left is your undergarments.

The Doctor picks you up and lays you down on your bed. He pulls your underwear off and eyes your cunt. You whine in pleasure as he licks a stripe up your folds. He kisses your clit and leaves open-mouthed kisses up your body until he gets to the band of your bra. The Doctor removes your bra and leaves kisses and hickeys on your beasts.

He massages your breast with one hand while the other rubs circles around your clit. You gasp when he slips two fingers inside of you.

He moves his hand from your breast to your cheek, he leans down and passionately kisses you on the lips. Your hands find his hair again, tangling your fingers in it, just about his ears.

You gasp slightly when the Doctor pulls his fingers out. He licks them clean then goes back to kissing you. He kisses a trail from the corner of your mouth down to your collarbone.

He moves his hands down your body until he gets to your thighs. "Lift your hips, my love." He tells you, when you do, he places your extra pillow under them.

The Doctor pulls his underwear off, you eye his hard cock. He leans closer, you moan slightly when rubs himself against your folds. He leans his face to yours and presses his lips to yours. "You want me to fill you up?" He asks against your lips. "Stuff you full of my seed?"

"Yes, Doctor, please," You whine and moan desperately.

He adjusts your thighs so that your legs wrap around his waist. He thrusts into you, bottoming out. You throw your head back, moaning. The Doctor kisses your neck then moves your head back up to kiss your lips.

He thrusts in and out, fucking you slowly, while you make out. You wrap your arms around his neck then move them down his shoulders. A small knot starts to form in your core.

"Doctor," You moan against his lips. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking the skin.

You move your hand down between you and the Doctor. Desperate for the knot to grow faster, you rub quick circles on your clit.

The Doctor grabs your wrist and moves your hand away. "No need to do that, darling. Just say you wanted to go faster." He whispers against your ear. "Is that what you want?"

You nod in response.

"Use your words my dear." He tells you.

"Yes. Please, Doctor." You mutter.

He picks up his pace, thrusting into you quickly. As he continues, the knot becomes tighter and bigger. You moan his name repetitively like a prayer.

"I'm close," You moan. You tangle your fingers in his hair, lightly pulling it. The Doctor's breathing faulters and he lets out a moan.

The knot in your core snaps. You throw your head back. Your cunt tightens around his cock as your orgasm hits.

The Doctor moans, he thrusts a couple more times before he stops, fully inside of you. His own orgasm hits, cumming inside of you.

He stays fully sheathed inside of you for a few minutes. He breathes heavily against the crook of your neck.

When he catches his breath his pulls out of you. He looks at your cum-filled pussy and scoops up an overflow and stuffs it inside. He places a kiss on your cunt then lays down next to you.

You turn your head to look at him. "We were supposed to be babysitting..." You mutter with a laugh.

"Babysitting, baby making. They go hand in hand." The Doctor jokes with a smile.

[succumbtothenightmare]

It's me, again. Please act surprised that I'm here with yet another Landon thot. The whore on my shoulder will not shut up. This one is shorter than the other two but still just as nasty.

18+ CW BELOW THE CUT(face sitting, mustache riding, Landon being a munch, Landon being a simp for his dove.)

“Please sit on my face, dove. I want you to suffocate me.” 

I hovered over him, bearing my pussy to him, and held onto the headboard. Nerves wrecked through me with his words because we had never done this in our sex life. We’d only been together a few months so we were still experimenting. I’d never done this with any of my previous partners because I was afraid of sitting on their face and making it hard for them to breathe. 

“I’m afraid,” I admitted. 

Landon looked up at me between my legs and tenderly gripped my thighs. “I promise you, I’ll be fine. You won’t be too heavy if that's what you’re worried about.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly feeling small with his heated gaze. “How far do I sit down?” 

He positioned my body over his face, my pussy so close to his lips as his eyes pinned me from between my legs again. 

“All the way. If I can’t breathe, I’ll tap your thigh to let you know but I promise I can take it.” 

With a deep breath, I nodded and slowly sat down on Landon’s face, his mustache tickling me. His tongue immediately devoured me, fucking me as he held my thighs closer to his head. Landon’s breath was muffled as he continued his onslaught of my pussy, switching from fucking me with his tongue to sucking and biting on my clit. I grabbed the headboard to keep me upright when I let my head fall back, my hair skimming over my back. My jaw went slack when I felt the familiar flicker low in my gut and began riding his face; more so his mustache as it left marks in its wake on my thighs. 

Landon moaned his approval of me riding his face as his nails dug into the flesh of my thighs. I was so close, on the brink of of bliss, and when he bit down on my clit that was my undoing. I yelled out my release, panting his name over and over again. 

“Fuck,” he grazed his teeth over the inside of my thigh where he left mustache burns. “I hope this isn’t going to bother you.” 

In a post orgasmic haze, I fell to the bed next to him while snuggling closer into his chest. My arousal coated his mustahe and chin, Landon making no effort to clean himself. 

“I like to think of them as battle scars that I’ll wear proudly,” I joked with a laugh. 

His large hand sprawled over my lower back. “You looked so fucking beautiful sitting on my face, dove. I’ll be thinking of that image for a while.” 

I kissed the tattoos over his chest. “Give me a minute and I’ll be happy to do it again.” 

“Please,” Landon begged with a groan.