#need my luck to turn around
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andromedia really is a movie that tells you alot about film making by flashing really excellent shot composition at you and then telling you to eat some real stinky acting and a really unfocused script
#a movie that could have been so good#the 4 minute DAPUMP diegetic music video within the movie at the mid point really like#threw me off balance#im 0 for 2 for movies ive watched on a whim#i need to turn my luck around
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me when my favorite song by an artist is the unreleased one she wrote the day before i saw her in concert and who hasnt had a concert since and i have half of it recorded on my phone but its not enough
#me when âi have traveled every highway from phoenix to maine and every sanctuary door is slammed in my faceâ#me when âim not asking for much just a small little manger to restâ#me when âive got good friends up in heaven but im too young to make that moveâ#me when if every underdog turns into god when is my luck turning around#need her to release this goddamn song#atlas screams into the abyss#joy oladokun song btw
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Can I have a blue pen?
Me looking up half chewing the only one pen I brought
Fellow batchmate didn't even respond just looked away in disappointment
#fuckin phy lab#fuck u#if I can't defeat it with sarcasm or whatever is available in the moment I'm done for#and I come preloaded with sarcasm#so I was as prepared as I could be#turns out I was wrong#and the moment was so wrong#imma kill the prof and lab assistant#got the worst experiment#2 crucial things were not provided#had to go around 20 mins asking for proper apparatus#one broken multimeter I got#discharge rod they just said uske bia krlo hum kya kre tum log kharab kr dete ho leke chle jaate ho#arree benchod#ye to teri zimmedaar haina ki kya kre#fucker tried gaslighting me ki iski zarurat nhi rod ke bina hojaega#had to âshareâ#fuckin prof himself said yeah this setup may not be working good luck with it#good luck?!?!?!!!#good fuckin luck#why tf would you have it on exam day if you KNOW IT DOESN'T WORK??!!!!!?!#alag hi lund aadmi hai#also apparently we needed a pencil scale erasers calculator whole lotta stuff to make graphs and all which I didn't have#but that's on me#altho I did need readings first to fukcin draw a graph#indian institute my ass
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my friend pisses me off soooooo bad
#i text her first to ask abt how her essay is going wish her luck 2 times and she doesnt even like the message or say anything she just#changes the topic and then leaves me on read. okay#plus shes been getting so weirdly paranoid that im talking shit abt her to other ppl just bc ive finally made some other friends that arent#her after 1.5 years of suffering alone at my uni#(which i seriously to be honest do just bc shes been getting on my nerves with a lot of things lately)#but like man . throughout the 1.5 years that weve been talking to each other we havent progressed enough to call each other by#our first names to get the other to turn around etc i dont think we r close enough for me to abandon the wonderful religious practice of#sometimes discussing the things that your 1 friend does that piss you off with your other friends but then still hanging out with them#not because youre some sort of irredeemably evil two faced motherfucker but because thats just a normal part of having social relationships#mp#like i get that insecurity sucks and its a shitty feeling etc but ive literally dealt with this my whole cringe embarrassing childhood &#teenage years LOL like as long as your friends still make a conscious decision to spend time with u & u have fun together#then i think you dont need to worry. which is what i do so#the sun will rise again tomorrow
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really wish there was a tag that separated âIâm having Big Angry and/or Angsty Opinions about Star Warsâ from âIâm goofing off with Star Wars Iâm playing in the sandbox none of this is real so yes I will make my blorbo and this random glub shitto go on an adventure that makes no logical senseâ posts because thereâs too much of the former and not enough of the latter for my current mental state
#starlight personal#the good news is that I finally have another ketamine appt scheduled and itâs sooner than I thought theyâd have an opening#the bad news is that the appointment is not tomorrow and weâre kinda at the end of my mental-emotional rope#now kids this is what we call: an inherent flaw in my treatment plan that cannot be removed#because pretty much in an ideal world Iâd have ketamine appointments every 6 weeks but 1) expensive and probs canât afford that#2) they donât have enough availability for that to be realistic 3) canât take off of work THAT frequently without consequences#4) I would probably start to doubt reality if I was tripping that frequently 5) I donât think docs would allow it#treatment resistant depression and anxiety my beloathed if we could just chill thatâd be great#treatment resistant PMDD my other beloathed someday I will do my damnedest to cut you out of my body#idk not to be too selfpitying on main but god it fucking sucks that I appear to be doomed to another cycle based mood thing#PMDD means I get two good weeks two bad weeks#ketamine being the only effective treatment for whatever my brainâs got going on means two good months followed by x bad months#until my next appointment#which like! two good months is better than no good months I am grateful that something helps#I just wish it was a more convenient help and it could be applied more consistently than my psych office provides#also wish I didnât have to call them 3 times to get it scheduled but it is what it is#also also wish that I had fewer of the physical side effects of my anxiety and wouldnât wake up puking the min things are rough#this is all to say: I want silly SW headcanons and droid headcanons and silly fic ideas and not Everyone is Always Suffering#but Iâm also too lazy (I.e brain cannot make decisions rn) to search for new tags that may give me more silly#which means time to browse my bookmarks for good good comfort fics I have saved I suppose#(this is lowkey why i want to physically fight everyone i know whoâs like âyeah meds would help but idk :/â like!!!!!!!!#bro itâs a privilege to have access to meds and itâs a privilege to have a body that doesnât turn on you the min you take one!!!!#just try 10mg of zoloft I would kill for 10mg of zoloft to not make me entirely incapable of functioning!!!)#I donât mean that - you have a right to take or not take medication and everyoneâs reasons may be their own#I just had my body and have some rough feelings around treating my issues being so expensive and inconvenient#and then feeling guilty b/c I know Iâm lucky that I can afford it and can take off of work for it when I need to#like I am pretty lucky to have something that works and to have a care team that helped me get here#so I donât wanna be ungrateful or unappreciative of my own luck in this and the work that went into getting here#Iâd just also like it if I could change the circumstances slightly#make treatment on the weekends an option - get my psych office to have more than 2 trip sitters so scheduling isnât so bad
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this mother fucker is still here??? someone pls get rid of him he's a pain in the ass XD
Also Law tryna act like he hates the straw hats now that their alliance is officially over but he really ought to remember that alliance + luffy = friendship XD
The dismissive 'yeah totally' and chopper cheerfully saying goodbye XD
He should know by now that they don't listen to a word he says
#one piece#caribou#i forgot his name i had to search it up#mf needs to die already#he has the worst luck but somehow survives and hears every important piece of info#doesn't he also know that shirahoshi is an ancient weapon as well#idk if my memories but I think i remember him listening to a conversation robin and the king had about that#why does the most irrelevant have knowledge of two ancient weapons#this is like buggy's situaion lowkey XD#just a little different#law tries to be cool and mysterious but being around the straw hats has turned him into a dorky nerd#trafalgar law#tony tony chopper#monkey d luffy
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i love lewis more than merc ever could btw
#just in case you needed to know !#i have more love in my heart for that man than his entire team ever could have#i still have the race recorded but i truly cannot bear to watch it bc i canât see that podium i donât wanna see lewis celebrating alone#i will end up burning brackley down if i do#like iâm sorry george crashed and iâm glad heâs okay but if lewis was third and crashed out and george had lucked into a podium merc would#treat it like heâs the second coming of christ iâm so sick of it#after everything lewis has done for this team and the last two years when theyâve refused to make a competitive car podiums/poles/wins are#not a guarantee anymore and it just makes me MAD that they didnât show up for him iâll never forget it lmfao#whatever merc have been showing their true colours recently and iâm not here for it#if i keep going iâm going to cry btw so im stopping before i do#he is SO graceful and grateful for everybody around him and iâm SICK OF IT#they know that lewis will never turn on them and iâm just !!!!!!! i canât do this
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Now this is what has to happen in the playoffs (according to me and my wishes) and also I will predict the outcome:
Florida Panthers has to beat the scary opponent. They can. They have the change. It might be a tough round 2 with these two and I will be scared. I hope I'm not going to start to hate the opposing team if they manage to win. Go Panthers! â€
Carolina Hurricanes needs to get rid of of the big bad wolf. I am so scared of them (the big bad wolf) winning this whole thing it's not even funny. They can. Easily. Nothing can't stop them. But I hope Hurricanes can! I want Hurricanes to win so bad but I think the others might win đŹ I hope I am so wrong about this one! Go Hurricanes! â€
Dallas Stars need to beat the other team. Who I think will win? Well, this might be a tough battle they are going to have. It could go either way I think. Go Stars! đ
Vancouver Canucks, you have one job. To destroy the team which has already won in the past. No need for it again. So please please Canucks, win this. I don't know about this one, the enemies might win. Hope I'm wrong again! Go Canucks! đ
#i will do a stupid post again when round 3 begins if i want to/if i remember to do it... cos it's fun to make things for yourself â#you do things for yourself in 'public space'... or talk to yourself where everyone sees (not really)#lol i just predict all my not faves to win because i don't have that much of a luck in the second round anymore#there's no way... it would be unbelievable to have that much of a luck that all your faves... the ones you want to win so bad#that they all would truly win. no way! who i think out of these have the biggest chance of winning... maybe panthers or stars#but you know... anything can happen! and i know canes just lost the first game đ so that doesn't give me hope that it could turn around#will tag my faves but not the others didn't even mention them by name because let them be for now and there's no need for it#florida panthers#panthers#carolina hurricanes#hurricanes#canes#dallas stars#stars#vancouver canucks#canucks#will update this as i go for funsies đ€Șâ#the thing is... i like the team against panthers to some degree... also i like stars opponent... so would i be mad if they won? idk yet#and also the team facing canucks is also okay... and i don't hate HATE the team against canes... yet... but i don't like/care about them#AAAAAAAAAA - why this has to be so scary???#my post#sarcasmchandlerbing
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I'm finally taking a fucking vacation from my job next week
#I've never gotten the chance to use my vacation time at work before quitting#but Im not currently able to leave where I work and I'll lose my PTO on my anniversary date (sept 13th)#so I decided to say fuck it an use ut the first week of September#wish I could have saved it for the second week since my birthday is September 15th but again my PTO gets reset the 13th#so this will have to do#I'm not going on an actual vacation this year. just planning various enjoyable activities and day trips throughout the week#Im hoping on the first day to attend a local flea market#and the next day or two to go swimming before the pool in my apartment complex closes for the year#I also plan to visit a historical town thats about a half hour away from where I live#and I'm definitely going to sleep in a lot of these days cause I need to catch up on some sleep finally#I'll probably draw on my less busy days#and maybe I can knock out a chapter or 2 of the story I've been writing#tbh luck is never with me so the chances of me actually getting to do half of this stuff is slim#but at least I can say I have plans#I'm gonna try n do this stuff even if I have to go alone#I hate waiting around for others so I can go out and have a good time#like yeah some of these activities are better with other people#but people often find excuses to get out of hanging out or going places. or they're busy with work#and I don't want to waste the 7 days Im gonna have off so Im gonna try n do something meaningful during them#the weather also will effect how my plans turn out. I bet it'll rain the entire week lol. that'd be my luck#but Im still gonna try and have a decent time off#at the absolute least I am going to relax and unwind. thats the bare minimum I can doo#sam's rants about life
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Boxer!Sukuna who makes you kiss his gloves before his match for good luck.
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His team had left the locker room and it was just the two of you now. You were sitting on a bench while he organized his bag. âI didnât know you got so many freebies from your sponsorships.â In your hand, was a brand new boxing shoe that he received from UnderArmor for a sports shoot campaign.
âEh, theyâre not really what I need in the actual matches but I use them during training cause I donât wanna waste âem,â he mumbled. He seemed to be more on edge than usual. During his last match, he lost by a landslide, having a sour taste in his mouth from the experience. He blamed you because you werenât there to kiss his glove prior to the match.
You turn to look at him staring down at his gloves.
âSukuna.â
âYeah?â He turned to look at you. No smiles, just a deadpan expression. You walked towards him and held his face in your hands. You could tell he was nervous about the fight even though he had won so many before.
âHoney, whatâs on your mind?â Your voice was sincere and comforting for him. âWhat if Iâm in a slump? My last match was so bad. Iâve never lost like that. What if Iâm on a losing streak now?â
You get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. âSukuna, youâve worked hard have you not?â He nods. âAnd you feel like youâve trained well this time.â He nods again. âThen why are you so worried? Is it because you were distracted last time?â
He sighs and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck in the process. âLook, I donât know if you think itâs weird but when I see you outside the ring, I feel like I have a reason to win. It drives me to fight better. I had a really shitty day last time and when I didnât see you I just didnât feel like giving my all.â
Your heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after seeing your husband sulk. âI just felt burnt out. I was hoping that once I saw you then Iâd feel better.â
You hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. âIâm sorry, Sukuna, I promise Iâll never do that again.â You start rubbing your hand up and down his back in hopes to calm him down right before his match.
âKiss my gloves for me?â he asks as he pulls away. You nod. He takes his boxing gloves out and places them in your hands. You leave a delicate kiss on each of them, your gloss leaving a small sparkly stain. He takes them from your hand and kisses them on the same spots as you did, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. âYouâre my good luck charm, you know that?â he says as he strokes your head.
You show him a teethy grin and nod.
âAnd youâre mine.â Your reply made him smash his lips to yours. âIâll be sure to win now that youâre here.â He mumbled against your lips.
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No thoughts. Just boxer!sukuna
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experiencing a truly painful first day of my period as happens to me every few months and I think I am not concealing it so well at work
#through pure luck Iâve never before been in the office with other people on a bad day like this before#and it turns out my usual coping mechanisms of gasping and sighing donât go unnoticed when youâre around other people#I would really like to go home and lie on the couch while contemplating if spending money on things I donât need will make me feel better#but alas my boss is male and I donât feel like getting into all that with him#rare pic of me in the wild
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EDIT: Updated Link! Displaced family with malnourished father needs your support!
Abed @mohmad2 is raising funds to support his family after they were displaced from Gaza City to Deir Al-Balah.
His two previous campaigns, which raised over âŹ5000, were terminated by GFM with no prior warning or explanation. This was catastrophic, as he requires these funds to feed and supply his young family. He and his wife have 2 children, a toddler and a newborn, and they are struggling to feed and provide them with medical care.
Please help Abedâs luck turn around! Reblog this post, share his campaign across social media, and follow him to stay updated on his situation!
Thank youâ€ïž
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***Abed is vouched for by @nohaibrahims-blog
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Okay Iâm currently furious that migraines are often so blindly easy to treat and I had to find this out myself at the age of 26 when Iâve been to a neurologist since I was 11 lol so Iâm about to teach you two neat and fast little tricks to deal with pain!
The first is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, or the SCM muscle.
This big red section is responsible for pain around the eye, cheekbone, and jaw, as well as some temple pain. Literally all you have to do is angle your head down a little, angle it away from the side that hurts, and then you can gently pinch and rub that muscle. I find it best to start at the bottom and travel upwards. The relief is so immediate! You can increase pressure as you feel comfortable doing so.
Here is a short and easy video showing this in action
The second is a fast and easy stretch that soothes your vagus nerve, which is the nerve responsible for calming you down. The vagus nerve, for those unfamiliar, is stimulated by deep breathing such as yawning, sighing, singing, or taking a deep breath to calm your anger in a tense situation.
You can stretch this out by sitting up as straight as possible (this does not have to be perfect to work) and interlacing your fingers. Put your hands on the back of your head with your thumbs going down the sides of your neck and, while keeping your face forward, look all the way to one side with just your eyes. Hold that until you feel the urge to breathe deeply or yawn, or until you can tell thereâs a change. Then do the same thing on the other side. When you put your arms down, you should clearly be able to turn your head farther in both directions. If the first session doesnât get rid of your migraine, rest and repeat as many times as necessary. I even get a little fancy with it and roll my eyes up and down along the outer edge sometimes to stretch as much as I can.
If you need a visual hereâs a good video on it. I know some of the language they use seems questionable but this is real and simple science and should not be discarded because itâs been adopted by the trendy wellness crowd!
I seriously cannot believe I didnât hear a word of this from any doctor in my life. Additionally, if you get frequent recurring migraines, you may want to see a dietician. Migraines can be caused by foods containing histamines, lectin, etc. and can also be caused by high blood pressure in specific situations such as exercise, stress, and even sex.
If any of this information helps you Iâd love to hear it btw! Itâs so so fast and easy to do. Good luck!
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summary: oscar finds a puppy wandering around the streets of monaco that leads him to meet his lucky charm
folkie radio: AN OSCAR FIC FINALLY OMG!!!! i have to say thank you to @cambrayficsrecs for sending this idea !! i LOVED IT and i hope you like this
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yourinstagram meet the newest monaco resident: arlo đ€ swipe to see the goodest boy helping me settle in my new home đŸ
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yourbff HE'S PERFECT!! miss you already but so happy for you đ
username1 the cutest addition to monaco!!
username2 remember when you said you'd never get a dog? đ
alexandrasaintmleux my new favorite neighbor!!! can't wait for our puppy playdates đ€
âł yourinstagram arlo and leo are going to be bffs đ„čđ„č
username3 told you moving to monaco was the best decision
username4 i'm visiting asap just to meet this angel
yourbff2 can't believe my best friend lives in monaco now
username5 you're living the dream with the goodest boy!
username6 look at that face!! when can i visit?
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oscarpiastri Enjoyed being a temporary dog dad today đŸ glad this good boy made it back home safe! might have to get one of my own now...
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username1 MY HEARTTT
username2 OSCAR YOU CANâT DO THIS
maxverstappen1 Don't let lando see this
âł landonorris too late. getting a dog.
mclaren Best teammate and dog sitter đ§Ą
username3 OSCAR WITH A PUPPY THIS IS NOT A DRILL
username4 the wholesome content we needed today
alexandrasaintmleux arlo already misses his rescuer! thanks again oscar đ€
username5 get this man a dog asap
username6 the way he took care of a stranger's dog đ„ș
username7 okay but imagine oscar with his own puppy
username8 JUST GET A DOG
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yourbff ARLO OMG đ„șđ„ș what happened to him?
âł yourinstagram sneaky little minx disappeared from the balcony.. heâs safe tho
username1 omg poor you! good thing you found him
username2 is this knight in shinning armor who saved arlo cute?
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username3 i need to visit so i can meet arlo
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yourinstagram turns out the nice guy who found arlo last week also happens to be pretty good at driving cars đïž congrats on p2! @/oscarpiastri
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username1 GIRL WHAT IS YOUR LIFE RN
username2 you move to monaco and suddenly you're in f1 garages???
alexandrasaintmleux told you you'd love f1 đ€
âł yourinstagram love you !
username3 OMG OSCAR
username4 SHES THE OWNER OF THE DOG
username5 this plot twist though đ
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username6 the way this all started because arlo escaped
charles_leclerc I won you know? đ€
âł yourinstagram congrats charles !
username7 YOUR LIFE IS A MOVIE
username8 the best meet cute ever??
oscarpiastri Couldn't have done it without my good luck charm đŸ
âł yourinstagram arlo says youâre welcome!
username9 IS THIS THE OWNER??
username10 the cutest storyline of the season
username11 THE WAY HE COMMENTED
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f1gossip Oscar Piastri spotted having coffee with the owner of the now-famous beagle puppy in Monaco this morning đ
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username1 THE WAY THIS STORY KEEPS GETTING BETTER
username2 from rescuing her dog to coffee dates we love this journey
username3 this is better than drive to survive
username4 THEYâRE SO CLOSE HELLO
username5 this is the cutest thing ever help
username6 the fact that the dog is there too đ
username7 someone check on lando he's losing his bachelor buddy
username8 the good luck charm strikes again
username9 living a wattpad story fr
username10 HE LOOKS SO HAPPY
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yourinstagram turns out there's more to monaco than just fancy cars đ€
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username1 THE WAY YOU MOVED TO MONACO AND IMMEDIATELY LIVING A ROMCOM
username2 OSCAR?????
username3 arlo the ultimate wingman
username4 this storyline keeps getting better
username5 OMFG WHAT IS THIS I NEED THE CONTEXT
alexandrasaintmleux told you he was cute đ
âł username1 OMFG ALEX
âł username2 i love her
âł charles_leclerc đđđ
username6 need full story time asap
username7 the way this all started because she lost her dog đ
username8 living for this plot development
oscarpiastri arlo approved â
âł username1 OSCAR STOPPPPP
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oscarpiastri Great weekend with the team 𧥠Ready to head back home to Monaco though... missing my favorite good luck charm đŸ"
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username1 OSCCCC
username2 is he talking about the dog? đ
landonorris which one? đ
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âł username1 HELLO???
âł username3 DECODE THIS
alexandrasaintmleux someone's eager to get back đ
âł charles_leclerc Your matchmaking services working well
âł username1 LET ME INNNN
georgerussell63 The power of puppy love
username3 WE ALL KNOW WHICH GOOD LUCK CHARM
username4 the way he said "home" to monaco đ„ș
username5 did anyone else catch him waving to someone on facetime after the race??
username6 some of this comments saying âthe dogâ his name is ARLO and heâs an icon
username7 iâm going to call it right now oscar is dating the dog owner
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f1gossipinsider Straight from Barcelona to dinner in Monaco... Oscar Piastri spotted at Le Grill with a certain someone đ
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username1 THE WAY HE DIDN'T EVEN GO HOME FIRST
username2 man flew straight from barcelona to take her to dinner i'm crying
username3 not me zooming in to confirm it's her
username4 THATS DEFINITELY YN AND ARLO UNDER THE TABLE
username5 fastest post-race exit we've ever seen
username6 Le Grill?? Man's not playing around
username7 our favorite story continues...
username8 this man SPRINTED from the circuit
username9 the commitment >>>
username10 our boy's got his priorities straight
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yourinstagram turns out watching someone drive in circles for 2 hours isn't so bad after all đïž proud of you @/oscarpiastri đ§Ą
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username1 OMGGGG
username2 look at little arloooo
francisca.cgomes So lovely meeting you! Welcome to the family â€ïž
yourbff we have soooo much catching up to do
carmenmmundt You're a natural! Can't wait for Hungary
alexandrasaintmleux look who's becoming an f1 expert
âł charles_leclerc Stop taking credit for this
âł alexandrasaintmleux never đ
âł username1 HELLO??
username3 the WAGs adopting her immediately >>
username4 ARE THEY DATING??
username5 oh what a plot twist
username6 THIS IS GIVING ME LIFE
username7 so the key go getting an f1 driver to date you is getting a dog i see
username8 ARLO IS SO CUTE
oscarpiastri Best good luck charms ever đ€
âł username1 OSCAR STOP
âł username2 i simply cannot do this
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finish her! a toji fushiguro oneshot
pairing âžș wrestler!toji x reader
summary âžș you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestlingâžșno, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here) creds to @/reynisxxsimart on twitter for art!
warnings âžș nasty, NASTY smut, VERY public sex, WWE but pornhub edition, youâre a wrestler fighting toji, so some violence but nothing graphic, fem!reader, HUMILIATION, degradation, you're literally fucked in an arena of people, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (f! recieving), boobplay, very inaccurate depiction of wrestling/WWE, not edited we die like toji
a/n im going to sit in the corner and think about what i just wrote
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the muffled sounds of the crowdâs deafening roar seem to swirl in the space around you, each cheer vibrating through your chest like distant thunder. you take a long, cool sip of water, a welcome contrast to the warm air backstage. lounging back, you let the chair support your weight, your muscles still humming with the residual tension of anticipation. utahimeâs fingers work into your shoulders, and her voice filters through the buzzing atmosphere, calm and steady as she gives you a rundown of the night ahead, though her words seem to blur slightly at the edgesâjust background noise to the constant hum of adrenaline.
âin front of a crowdâdo you understand? and the rules are no fucking, unless all clothes are off first.â
âright,â you affirm, albeit hesitantly. youâre feeling a bit jitterish in anticipation of whatâs to happen, despite having trained months to hone your ability as a wrestler. look, wwe itself can get really suggestive at times, with people giving wedgies, removing certain articles of clothing, or even letting the crowd cop a feel of the defeated to serve as humiliation. not only does it improve publicity, but it also increases viewership of all the horny bastards on the internet to circle the televised clip around in their subreddits or discord servers.
but what you were going to do todayâthat was a bitâŠextreme. it was like bridging the gap between soft core and hard core, with the humiliation turned up to a hundred. because today, you were going to wrestle the man that all femaleâand maleâwrestlers could even dream of having their hands on, even if for a slight moment.
toji fushiguro.
a man of impressive buildâentering a ring with him only meant defeat. heâs had numerous career wins, far exceeding any other. hell, you shouldnât even be matched to wrestle with him today; he outweighs and outranks you by far. the only thing you really have running for you is the sheer amount of fans you have, ready to tune in to your fights and edit your moves and time spent in the fighting ring to songs like âchun liâ and âmaneater.â so, sure, you donât exactly anticipate a win today in that stadium thatâs waiting for you, but youâre no less of a wrestler in your own right. you wonât go down without a fight.
however, today was no normal fight. the wwe had suddenly decided that their viewership was too low, that extreme measures needed to be taken to boost. so, ironically enough they had decided to change the rules just before your momentous match:
all wrestlers must consent to having all and any articles of clothing removed from their person, particularly for sexual intercourse as a reward for the winner.
so, WWE (Pornhubâs Version) (In The Vault).Â
and your luck dictated that this paradigm shift for the organization occur just before your most anticipated match with toji. again, you knew that no amount of training could prevent you from getting utterly humiliated, but it was almost like the gods were laughing down on you, eager to rub in your impending defeat once more. because you were going to get your shit fucked upâ-literally.
âitâs going to be fine,â utahime assures you, and you snap back to the present from your thoughts at the sound of her voice. âjust think about the publicity thisâll get you! not that you donât have any fans of yourself, but there are going to be a lot of people tuned in because of fushiguro.â
you take an inhale in and nod. âyea, thatâs true. i just want to get it over with.â
as if answering your prayers, gojo satoru, the mc, burst into your dressing room. âitâs your time to shine, buttercup!â he grins, ushering you out the door. albeit a bit nervously, you stand up and make your way into the hallway that leads directly into the middle of the arena. âyouâre going to do great!â
as soon as you walk closer and closer to the arena, the screams get louder and louder, the music booming and causing the floor under you to vibrate. the sounds of people surround all your senses, wrapping you up and causing your heartbeat to go faster and faster.Â
reaching the end of the hallway, the arena is filled with light, and you have to blink to get a hold of your sight. surrounding the center boxing ring are stands upon stands of people, hustling and bustling. at the sight of you, cameramen stationed around in various spots through the arena furiously angle their cameras towards you. not only are journalists and the media snapping pictures, blinding you with the flash, but you see yourself displayed on the big screens visible to everyone in the arena. you smile and wave, causing your fans to scream as they register that you have walked in.Â
then, a realization washes over you. these are the same screens that are going to be projected whatever's going to happen during the fight and when you lose.
oh god.
you walk forward, trying to keep up your smile and wave to all of your fans that outstretched their hands, trying to cop a feel and/or get a high five. most of your fans are male (to no one's surprise), and you can feel their eyes roving over you appreciatively, taking in your outfit. it was simple and tight; shorts that just barely covered your ass and was snug around your hips, and a low cut top that couldn't even be called a top. your cleavage was on full display, and the top stopped just below your waist. typically, this is your wrestling attire you wear to a normal match, but you couldn't help but wryly notice that today, your neckline was cut lower than usual. the wwe was really trying to milk this, huh?
you stood just below the boxing ring, eyes anxiously scanning the arena, unconsciously searching for the man you were set to fight. but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't spot his tall, muscular figure either in the ring or in the seat he was supposed to occupy with his manager.
a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to find utahime behind you, a concerned look on her face. "everything alright?"
"yeah," you said, waving her off with a forced smile. "but where is he?"
utahime pointed toward the boxing ring, and then you saw itâa glimpse of black hair.
"alright," you said, swallowing nervously. "i'm heading into the ring. wish me luck."
"wait!" utahime called out, but you were already too far to hear her. gripping the ropes at the edge of the ring, you hauled yourself up and strode toward the center, determined to get a better view. and there, just on the far side of the ring, hidden from your previous angle, was toji fushiguro.
he was lounging back, relaxed, his posture almost lazy as he faced his manager, shiu kong. you couldnât see toji's face from this angle, but his body language indicated that he was the epitome of ease. shiu was saying something to him, and from your best attempt at lip reading, you could just make out the words, "don't break the rules today."
toji, on the other hand, didn't seem to be looking at him (giving 0 fucks, something so classically toji), focusing now towards the big screens everyone else saw in the arena. you turned your gaze towards them as well, only to be taken aback when it was you, a compilation of your best moments in the ring, narrated by gojo.
âand today, fellas, weâre going to see the bombshell y/nâthe maneater, as coined by her fansâ-competing! while her opponent is fushiguro, donât be fooledâshe can pack a mean punch. look at this fight with mei mei; she sweeped the floor with her face!âÂ
satisfied, you looked around, the arena bustling with people getting drinks, being enraptured with your fight on the screen, or pointing at you or toji. toji, on the other hand, was chuckling and shaking his head at your fight, observing as you gave the bitch mei mei a wedgie. which kind of made you flustered, because you had developed a crush on the guy observing him from afar or in passing, so you just focused on shaking out your legs and arms in nervousness.
gojo similarly announced tojiâs fights and compilation, gassing him up for the crowd and it was then that toji finally turned around, uninterested in whatever was going on, and caught your eye. you stared back, breath held involuntarily.Â
his eyes had a predatory glint to them, and he smiled, charmingly in a way that showed off his scar, and they scanned up and down your figure, taking in what you were wearingâor rather, letting his imagination run. nervously, your heart sped up as you clenched your thighs up in anticipation or anxiety, you couldnât choose which, as your mind began running at the speed of light thinking about what was going to happen today.
today, you werenât only going to wrestle toji fushiguro. you were going to fuck him.
but youâre jolted out of your thoughts as gojoâs obnoxious voice blares through the speakers. âgive it up for thee wwe goat, toji fushiguro!â
screams reach an all time high as his smirk is broadcasted to the audience, biceps bulging and flexing as he heaves his way up on the ring, joining you. he waves lazily, roars at an all time high as he stalks his way to you, and you squeeze your nails into your palm out of nervousness.
when gojo announces your name, the male screams rise up in volume, causing you to giggle and fushiguro to roll his eyes from what you can see in the corner of your eye. you give a dainty wave, choosing to wink and blow a kiss to the camera in front of you, causing your fans to scream even louder.
âyou sure got a lotta fanboys, darling.â you jump as toji has now bent down to whisper in your ear, literally sending shivers down your spine.
you force out a laugh. âand you're at no shortage of fangirls yourself, fushiguro.â
he gives you a nonchalant hum, assuming his original position. as gojo continued to yap about the stakes of the round today, the recent rule change, a referee walked over to you both, coming in closer so that you would be able to hear him over the chaos of the arena.
âso, youâre both aware of the rules, right?â he both looked at you, to which you nodded and tojiâs smirk widens. âyou gotta get the otherâs clothes completely off, and the first one to do that wins.â
you gulp, eyeing what toji was wearing today. it was his signature garb, the one he wore to almost every match without fail: grey pants with various sponsorships sewed on, and a black compression shirt. it was definitely very minimal compared to what a lot of the other wrestlers wore, but it was iconic, giving him a lazy, laid back aura that no other wrestler could truly emanate.
it wasnât anything hard to take off in particular.
both of you affirmed your consent to the referee, who then took a step back after wishing you both good luck. you turned, facing toji face on, who had his hand on his hip. âtry to last long, okay?â he smirks, patting your shoulder with his other hand. âiâll try to drag this out as much as i can, but itâs gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.â
you glare, but there isnât much intensity to it because you know heâs much stronger than you. there isnât much to get angry about. âyea, yea,â you huff. âfor all i know, youâll be my personal dildo today.â
he barks out a laugh and looks at the referee, who has one hand raised, the other one poised on his whistle, ready to blow and start the round. itâs starting soon. then, he looks back to you and smiles. âlet the games begin.â
the referee blows the whistle.
at once, you launch yourself towards toji, trying to jump on him to get him off his feet with your weight. instead, he dodges easily and leaves you hurtling towards the floor, making you poise yourself on your hands and feet upon impact. you roll over just as toji tries to tackle you and pin you against your original position on the floor and quickly get up.
however, as youâre steadying yourself on your feet, toji grabs your ankle, causing you to lose your balance and giving him the advantage to pin himself on top of you, his mouth breathing heavily next to your ear, whispering so it was just the two of you that could hear his words. âwhat do you think i should take off first?â he laughs deeply, the vibration causing you to shiver and try to squirm to get out of his hold, to no avail. âshould it be these?â he snakes his hands down to grope your tits, giving them a firm squeeze, much to the arenaâs pleasure. âor should i take these off of you?â he slaps your ass, making you blush furiously.
âfuck you,â you hiss as his hands catch on the edge of your shorts.
he gives you a sweet, small kiss on your temple. âdonât worry, baby,â he smiles. âyouâll be doing that anyways.â and with that, he pulls at your shorts until the waistbandâs elastic rips, leaving your shorts in tatters until he throws the remains of it away, baring your panty-covered ass to the crowd, which immediately grows wild.
you crane your neck to look at the screen, which is currently focused on tojiâs hands feeling up your ass, dipping inside your underwear to knead the flesh. your heart is pounding, the thought i need to get the upper hand flashing continuously across your mind. itâs almost as if youâre drowning, the noises of the crowd blurring together until it was only you and tojiâs weight on you. you barely heard the announcer exclaim, âtoji is currently in the lead!â as you focused on calculating your next move.
it was time to pull out all the stops.Â
turning your head until you were making eye contact with him, you bit your lip, momentarily distracted him with the 180 turn of your actions, now nonchalant rather than the flailing you were doing earlier. then, you raised your hips, meeting your backside with his crotch in an effort to catch him off guard and to make him lose balance. then, you maneuvered yourself so your thighs surround tojiâs waist and hump your hips against his bulge. this momentarily distracted and weakened toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. you quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. the whole stadium, in fact, can see his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.
smirking while peering down at him, you slowly grind your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, making a show of spinning around his shirt with your hand to mock him. tojiâs eyes darken, but a mirthless smile flashes across his face anyways. âdamn, take me out to dinner first.â
you flash him one of your own humorless smirks, happy that you got at least one thing against him. âi donât fuck anyone before the first day, honey. this is just another cheap fuck.â with that, you yank his head back with his hair roughly, making a show of motorboating his pecs, as if to mock him.
instead of getting angry, he chuckles darkly. âyouâre going to regret that. i was going to drag this out, princess, but i gotta fuck the brat out of you.â with that, he spins you around just as quicklyâif not quickerâpinning you against the ground with your hands held above your head in one hand in a vice grip, the other groping its way down your body. he buries his face in your neck, salaciously licking the length of it. with his free handânow stationed around your titsâhe grabs at the hem of your top, pulling it up so everyone could see your lace bra. mockingly, he plants his face in the middle of your tits, moving his head side by side to motorboat you just as you had done to him, the soft plush of your tits encompassing his face.
the crowd cheers, even more so than they had when you had ripped his shirt off, as toji completely rips the top off as you squirm, making the removal even easier for him. you can feel all eyes on you as toji reaches for the clip of your bra, unhooking it and making your tits pop out. helplessly, you look at the screen, your writhing making them move in a jiggling motion, sweat shining and giving you the âoiled-upâ look. he takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. âwhat a sensitive girl,â he coos. âtoo bad she was too weak. now sheâs going to have to take my cock.â
with that, he teasingly closes the distance between the waistband of your panties and his teeth, mouth snagging on the elastic. slowly, he drags them down, unveiling your glistening pussy for all eyes to see, and the crowd goes wild, chanting random requests at toji to do the most heinous things to you. as soon as youâre completely naked, he grabs you by the waist, propping you up against one of the corner posts. youâre now standing up, tearfully facing the arena as the wrestler kneels behind you, burying his face and nosing his way until your pussy, lapping up your wetness.
at the unexpected feeling of his tongue, you yelp, and toji slaps your ass. âstay still.â acquiescing, he licks up long stripes and shakes his head to grind his nose into your cunt, pleasuring you while humiliating you in front of everyone, forcing you to succumb to the pleasure heâs making you feel. while licking you, he groans. âfuck, this pussy is so sweet. iâve run out of patience, fuck the performance part.â
with that, toji flips you over so youâre on your hands and knees on the floor and pulls down his pants. you donât even look back at the monster thatâs about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.Â
he drags his cock teasingly through your folds, and then brings it out to slap it against your ass, humming appreciatively at the recoil. then, as if heâs lost patience, heâs slowly entering you, pushing against your pussyâs resistance as he penetrates you in front of the whole arena. âfuck!â he groans, getting a better grip on you as he pushes your head down on the mat and fully goes to pound town. Â
the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. âthe fuck this pussyâs so tight for? thought you were a slut?â
youâre tearing up, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot straight on making you clench hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pummeling you and his hands on your body, feeling you up. clearly, he knew how to pleasure a woman, and it made you all the more annoyed. you were fucked out, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, âyouâre not turning me on, small dick.â
he did not like that very much.
toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. âyea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? why is she dripping, you whore?â as if to demonstrate his point, he brings his fingers to rub at your clit furiously, collecting the wetness that had dripped down from your hole then shoving his fingers into your mouth. âsuck.â when you did just that, suckling at his fingers while hollowing your hot, wet heat around the appendages.Â
at that, he groaned. âwhat a little cockwhore. shoulda made you suck my dick instead.â
in retaliation, you bite his fingers, hard, and then spit them out. âi wouldâve bit your micro off.â
toji hisses, grabbing the hair at your scalp and pulling on it until your face was up, his mouth at your ear. âjust for that, iâm going to come inside of your slutty pussy.â he speeds up, moving his hips faster and fast. the hand that wasnât at your hair is now sneaking his way down your back, until you gasp.
because heâs inserted his thumb inside your ass.
âoh, ho ho,â he laughs mockingly. âyou liked that, didnât you?â you offer him no response, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of the sheer amount of pressure you were feeling down there, being doubly stuffed. by now, your orgasm has been steadily building because of the sheer power of tojiâs stroke game, but as soon as he hits your spot one last time, your eyes roll back, causing you to arch your back and writhe due to the intensity of your orgasm.
youâre breathing heavily, toji fucking you roughly through it. once youâve gotten a hold of your sense, you come back to reality as you realize that the crowd has adopted a rhythm to their chants, your fans and his screaming the same thing.
cum! cum! cum!
and toji only chortles as he continues your thirst, looking at you once again, and you can tell that heâs staving his orgasm back just after experiencing your clenches with the way heâs biting his lips, sweat running down from his temple to his abs. âwhat do you say, baby? wanna give the crowd what theyâre asking for?âÂ
all it takes is a whimpered please, and toji just does what the crowd asks of him. ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear toji declared as winner.Â
as you exhaustedly lift your head up, you see that cameras are out all around you, focused on the screen. youâre flustered when you realize the billboard is displaying tojiâs cum seeping out of you.
A hand on your shoulder. âyou good?â tojiâs looking at you, eyes twinkling.
you let out a breath. âyea,â you laugh, out of breath. âgood round.â
and heâs huffing, giving you a hand to get on your back. you can only lie on the ground as he barks for clothes to be put on you and for some water. then he turns to look at you once more, eyes twinkling. âwanna go for more in my hotel?â
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a/n i was going to have him carry u up near to the stands where your fans could grab at ur titties but this is alr depraved as it is. now im going to take a breather from tumblr for the rest of this week becasue WHEW ch5 gojo yesterday and finished this today i am ON A ROLL. see you guys for next week's kinktober fic (comment if you want to be tagged)! much love<3
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a request, if i may, of praising old man logan as he filfthly eats you out and it makes him combust the more you praise him? okay running away again
speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life
a/n: look at him taking off his glasses in absolute shock of this ask- no okay does old man logan have a praise kink? i would raise it higher and say every version of logan has a massive praise kink. this is a man who wants to know he's doing good in life. his love language is acts of service so he might get to hear a pretty thank you. also i'm not sorry for how feral this got. i have no explanation.
summary: he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.
word count: 3k+
pairing: old man!logan x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), praise kink, logan is obsessed, dirty talk via reader, he is so pretty when he blushes, manhandling, cumplay, cumeating, overstimulation, crying, he's needy in this one, angst, tortured soul of an old man, reverence, religious trauma + greek mythology hints.
He can feel the strings of fate pull tight around his broken heart. In a failed attempt to draw him back together. To piece together an organ that barely beat for him anymore. He might have felt it once, before it broke. Before it gnarled itself like the branches of a dying tree, one half twisting away from the other in a desperate attempt of survival.
He deemed it a useless part of his body until you came along. You with your smile that held enough cloying sweetness to choke him as he stood helpless. Silently begging for you to say his name. To bring him back to life.
Whatever horrors that plagued his mindâendless nightmares that promised nothing but anguishâsuddenly came crashing to a halt at the sight of you. So pretty in your denim jeans and velvet top. An angel seated in the center of a bar that held more filth than you deserved to be near. Logan couldnât fathom that luck struck him this hard.
Not when death had already claimed his soul; notched yet another tally in the endless wall of people that came before.
He felt the dirt pack under his nails as he clawed his way out of the grave he put himself in. Years spent aloneâa man lost to the ravages of timeâhad turned him bitter. With rough edges and biting words that stung far more than he intended. How could he believe he deserved to live after he contributed so much to the endless pool of blood that tainted his soul? How was he allowed such softness after biting off bits of brutality his whole life?
Logan was pretty sure he survived on borrowed time that had already run out. He could feel death breathe down his neck as the days went on. A reminder that what little of his life remained would be spent suffering. And he found that accepting it was easier than battling against the will of God, or whoever toyed with his lifeline.
It was far easier to die than find a reason to live.
Until you said his name.
Softly. Sweetly. Reverence wrapped in a tight grasp of need.
You brought him back from the edgeâtook his hand and refused to take no for an answer. You and the safety of your touch; the promise in your kiss. You dragged him into a life he didnât earn; one that almost tasted too sweetâtoo sour.
After near a decade of being buried beneath the dirt, he felt himself collapse above ground and suck in his first real gasp of fresh air. Alive, once more. Hell spit him out with a vow of love and who was he to argue against it.
His fingers dug into your plush thighs, tugging them open to see what lay between. He marveled at their softness, eyes wide and awestruck at the sight of you spread beneath him. You practically glowed in the dim light of the bedside table. Yellow, musty, yet angelic when it caressed your body with its heavenly touch.
He wondered if this was real life; your nails digging sharply into his shoulders gave him the answer.
"Logan," you sighed, voice high with need.
The strings pulled taught. A vice like hold that drew him to you.
Maybe that's what this unutterable feeling was. The gnawing pit at the bottom of his heart. A greed he'd never indulged beforeâtoo afraid of what it might ask for next. He wasn't a man who asked for much. Rather someone that found himself far too content with nothing. But tonight he found his lips forming the words of a false prayer that his mother taught him as a child.
Hail the angel in his bed. Hail every good fucking thing you brought into his life.
His teeth sunk into your thigh, body jolting at your responding moan. Fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the mussed locks with a high pitched whine. You were a needy little thing, but Logan found he desperately wanted to be needed.
He smiled laving his tongue over the tender spot, working his way up to where you dripped for him.
So slick. So perfect.
Saliva filled his mouth. "What do ya want baby?"
Your chest heaved; he could feel the heat of your body under his palms. "Your m-mouth Logan."
His eyes trailed along your brow covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was thick with the humid air of the outside world. But that didn't deter him from craving your skin near his. The pressure of your thighs around his head a welcome weight. If he sunk his teeth in where the curve of your leg met your hip he knew he could draw out that soft choking noise he longed to hear on days spent driving alone.
If he had his way he'd crawl into you to seek your serenity straight from the source. He'd never divulge about the ache that chewed him up on the inside, but Logan wondered if you knew. Could you tell how much he craved you? How much he couldn't live without you.
When your glittering eyes met his, the resolve he spent years building cracked like glass. You peered into him as if he was a stained glass window. A god you were more than happy to worship.
"You want me to lick this pretty pussy?" Fuck, he sounded drunk off your taste already.
His mouth hovered over your throbbing clit, your scent now filling his senses. Overwhelming him with what he wanted most. But he needed to hear it. The lilt of your begging; the soft echo of your need that washed over him like soothing river water.
He couldn't live without it.
"Yes," you sobbed, thigh twitching.
The string sliced his heart open, blood pooling onto the white bed sheets. Oh what a sweet death your love made. Oh...what a bittersweet way to go.
He'd die right now if you asked him to. Hand over his heart on a silver platter if you so wished it. Maybe that made him far too gone for his own good, but Logan couldn't remember a time in his life where he got this. Safety. The hope of love burning far too bright and far too hot for him to fly near it.
Yet there he was. Icarus happily soaring in your sun like glow.
"I got ya honey," he murmured. "Gonna take care of what's mine."
You nodded franticallyâtears welling up in your eyes. "You take care of me Logan."
The breath in his chest stuttered, eyes dark as the words fell past your swollen lips. He wanted to explain why his cock twitched against his stomach. Why he now leaked into the sheet with heavy panted breaths. But every time he came up short with the words needed to form an answer.
"Yeah I do sweetheart," he breathed. "Don't I?"
"Uh-huh."
"Take care of what belongs to me."
There was no warning when his hands dragged you closer with a rough tug, mouth closing over your clit with a desperate suck. A cry wrenched from your mouth, sparks sharply traveling down your spine. He licked through your slick with a growl. Hands an unbreakable press against your thighs.
The sight of your body bowed, mouth open for small gasped breaths that never came, snapped something in his mind. He was an old man. Well past his years. But the taste of your pussy along his tongue brought back a ferocity he often tamped down in his younger age. He felt the feral want claw at his chest, and answered it with a broken snarl.
Swallowing down every drop you gave him, he plunged his tongue into your entrance, thrusting messily until a smear of your shiny slick began to coat his mouth. It covered his cheeks and clung to the hair of his beard. He'd clean it out later, taste you on his tongue until he was aching for another go. But for now he was preoccupied with the way you cried for him.
"Oh fuck!" Your thighs trembled over his shoulders, hips canting down to drag yourself along his tongue. "So good."
He shuddered, eyes rolling back at the sound of your praise. You caught it within seconds, lips pulling into a breathless smile that left him gasping for air. His teeth nipped at your thigh briefly as his hips ground into the mattress below.
"You like that baby?" you breathed, thumb smearing your own slick against his cheek.
Something hot washed over his body. A needy sick and twisted ache that he'd never indulged in before. He wanted to be a good man to you; longed to be needed. And fuck if you didn't give him everything.
You were his walking wet dream. His future handed off and wrapped in a neat little bow.
"L-Love your tongue Logan-" A high gasp tore from your throat when he dived back in. Slurping at your clit with a heady moan as you dragged him closer. "Taking care of me so well."
His hips canted down into the bed, fucking his cock along the warmth of his stomach, as you gushed into his mouth again. Eyes zeroed in on your face, pupils dilated as he growled into your flesh. You no longer could see the man you loved, but the feral side he tamped down during the day. The animal he longed to release in your presence.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum."
His arms looped around your thighs and with a sharp yank, he had his face buried deep enough to suffocate himself. You sobbed an incoherent version of his name. Nails clawed at his shoulders, but Logan could feel the pulse of your clit under his tongue.
He sucked it into his mouth with a grunt, rolling it along his tongue as you trembled with the oncoming shocks of an orgasm that threatened to destroy you.
Tears dripped down your cheeks and Logan felt the satisfying part of his heart begin to stitch itself back together. The strings were tight enough to numb his pain. To quell the flare of agony.
That used to be all he knew, all he counted on most days. When there was nothing left and he'd propped the shovel in the dirtâhis grave open and waitingâhe stumbled right into your arms. He found his reason for living.
Heat curled around his spine as you shook with the impending orgasmâthe stimulation on your clit practically debilitating. He grunted into your soaked flesh, eyes narrowed as he chased the release that pulled his stomach taut. But this wasn't for him to indulge in; this wasn't his pleasure.
So with a throaty moan you felt reverberate along your body, he scraped his teeth along your clit and watched as your body went stiff.
"Logan!" you cried, fingers scrambling for purchase on any part of him you could reach.
You gushed into his awaiting mouth, praises of it's so good, you're so good falling upon his ears like the whimpered prayers of a devout worshiper thanking your god.
"Taste so fuckin' good," he mumbled, drunk on what you gave him.
He didn't care that you were jolting with each pass of his tongue along your pussy. He didn't care that you were shocked with overstimulation, small broken cries of his name muffled by the press of your thighs against his ears. He licked at you until he couldn't breathe. Buried his tongue into your twitching entrance and sucked out your cum with a happy hum.
"P-Please." You tugged at his hair, pulling him off you with a sob. "I-I can't anymore Logan."
"'M not fuckin' finished," he said, eyes glazed and face coated in your slick.
You made a mess of his face. The light catching along where you spilled into his mouth and along his throat. And still he wanted more. He'd spend hours between your thighs, burning your skin with his beard, if it meant he could divulge in your sweetness.
"It hurts-"
A grunt rumbled in his chest, his arms tugging you back even as your feet kicked along his back. "Just one more honey. Yeah?"
You shook your head. "B-But-"
"Thought you said it was good."
"It is."
"Then lemme be good for you." He wanted to tell you that the world went quiet between your thighs. That all his grief, all his pain, lessened when you sobbed his name.
He wanted to show you the string that looped his heart to yoursâthe only thing keeping him aliveâand thank you for bringing him back from the dead. But words weren't his forte. Violence had become the only tenderness he knew and you didn't deserve the rough edges of an old man. You should have more.
But when you let him touch you like thisâcaress your skin and lick between your foldsâhe felt as if he was a man who finally was worthy of someone as precious as you. He could pretend he didn't bear the brunt of a fucked up soul.
The weight on his chest lifted when your tear filled gaze met his and you nodded. Small, barely there, but it was enough for him to seal his mouth back over you with a ragged moan. Your body shook as his tongue slid through the seam of your pussy. The tip nudging against your clitâcareful to draw the pleasure from your body slowly.
He didn't want to give you pain. His heart wouldn't survive that. But he was a broken man; someone who begged for more even as his teeth sunk into what was already given.
You were his meal. His sacrament in the midnight hours until dawn broke across the darkened sky. You were the other half of his soul.
How could he not indulge in your sweetened tang until his tongue went stiff?
"I love you," you sighed, eyes rolled back when he sucked at your pussy, a wet low moan echoing in the air. "My p-perfect husband."
The cold press of his wedding band against your thigh drove him over the edge. You weren't officially married. Didn't have the backyard wedding with a preacher to match. But Logan had placed a ring on your finger near a year ago, sliding one over his own with the vow of forever cemented in his words.
Even if that didn't mean much in the eyes of a god who abandoned him near a century ago.
"Oh-"
Your head tipped back, mouth dropping open as his fingers dipped into your wet heat. Thrusting lazily until he found the spongey patch along your wallsâdriving the pad of his middle finger into it with a needy moan.
He knew it wouldn't take long for you to fly off the edge of a second release. That didn't make watching you climb to that peak any less satisfying. The sight appeased his soul. It gave him a chance to breathe; let him know that after so much badâafter so much painâhe could do something good. He could bring you to the edge of pleasure and drag you over again and again.
He could finally be the man you believed he was.
Not the animal they created.
"C'mon," he muttered. Eyes fixed on the shape of your breasts as your body curved off the bed. Hips dragging along his face with a stunted cry.
A wail bounced off the walls, piercing his eardrums with the symphony of your cries. His fingers rapidly pumped into you with a squelch that had heat burning his cheeksâlips pulling your throbbing clit into his mouth as you broke. The climax slammed into you; battering your already swollen pussy.
Logan could feel his cock swell at the sight.
"Fuckin' perfect," he grunted, teeth bared as he clambered to his knees and wrapped his fist soaked in your slick around his leaking cock. "'M gonna cum sweetheart."
Your eyes fluttered open, fingers digging into his thigh. "Please. Wanna see it baby. Look so pretty when you cum Logan."
His chest tightened, body shaking while you watched in rapture as he fucked his fist rapidly. He wouldn't fucking last, could feel the burning consume his body, but something held him back. The string around his heart yanked him away from the edge, tearing a cry from his throat when his frustration peaked.
You could see itâthe glimmer of need in his dark eyes. This wasn't the first time he longed for your words. It certainly wouldn't be the last.
So you spread your legs and sat up slowlyâarms wrapping around his shoulders to bring his lips down to yours. A soft moan was muffled by your mouth; the peak of his release within reach. He could practically feel the tips of his fingers graze it.
"Cover my pussy baby," you mumbled into his mouth. "Be good for me and mark what's yours."
The growl came from the very bottom of his chest when he finally came. Your name was a bitten out snarl pressed to your mouth in an open mouth kiss as he spurted over his knuckles. He pumped his cock to milk every drop; eyes fixed on the way it covered the swollen lips of your pussy. Dripping down to your entrance that fluttered at the sight of his sweaty and crimson tinged face.
"I fuckin' love ya honey," he murmured, hand cupping your chin to drag your lips back to his. "Best thing that's happened in my life is you."
You smiled, thumbs pressing to his cheeks. "Love you too Logan."
Clutching you close, he felt the string go loose. The breath finally rushing back into his lungs at the sight of your eyes glowing with the kind of light that brought him back to the first day The night he met you in that shitty barâalcohol the only thing on his mind until he saw you.
The night you spoke his name over his covered grave and dragged him back to life with a smile.
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