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[uceyliyahh]

WHITE TEE

Summary: Normani went to her very first Monday Night Raw in her hometown Atlanta to see her favorite superstar Jey Uso in his all white outfit until one thing led to another in his locker room.

Warnings: unprotected sex, hot make-out session, fingering, praises, daddy kink, mamas, mama, oral (M, F, receiving), creampie, fluff at the end :)

word count: 4,717

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

this will be my first time doing a one-shot so I hope y'all enjoy it, this will be in first person also 💁🏽‍♀️

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OMNSCIENT

Normani had been eagerly anticipating this day—her chance to see her favorite wrestler perform live in Atlanta. Excitement bubbled within her as she prepared to head out with her friends, who shared her passion for wrestling. After perfecting her makeup and applying a glossy lip color, she playfully smacked her lips together, creating that satisfying “pop” sound. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already seven-thirty; they needed to leave soon to make it to the arena before the show kicked off.

She gazed at the presents she intended to give him, planning to wait until after the show, knowing that once he emerged, the crowd would erupt in excitement. Meanwhile, Normani glanced over to ensure her friends were busy chatting away in their group message.

IMESSAGE GC

Gigi🤍: girl I cannot wait to see my favorite wrestler whoop some ass tonight

Tink😘: yesss me too I love me some Dom Dom Liv Morgan better move her ass out the way fr 😭

Mani💗: yall are so funny fr

Tink😘: girl how can you be so calm to right now? You finna see Main Event Jey Uso for the first time

Gigi🤍: what she said

Mani💗: if I’m being honest I’m dying on the inside but I’m just tryna to keep my cool for now

Gigi🤍: nah just wait until she sees him she’s going to fold instantly hell he might just fold you up like a pretzel

Tink😘: STOP 😭😭

Mani💗: GENESIS! STOP IT BRO😭😭

Gigi🤍: 🤷🏽‍♀️ Hey I’m just saying that man look like he a big package so

Mani💗: anyways is yall otw to the crib so we can go

Tink😘: we are pulling up now so come outside and bring a jacket it’s kinda cold

Mani💗: aight I’m coming

Normani picked up her purse and keys, making sure to grab the gifts she had bought for Jey. She took a final glance at her outfit, feeling confident, before making her way downstairs to the door. As she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of her friends waiting for her, the car filled with the vibrant sounds of music. She spotted Tink's head poking out of the window, ready for a fun night ahead.

Tink urged, "Come on, girl! We can't be late!" as Normani hopped into the car, quickly shutting the door. With a swift motion, Tink backed out of the driveway, steering towards the arena.

As they cruised toward the Arena, lost in the rhythm of Gorilla, Tink turned down the volume slightly and leaned over to ask Normani a question, all while effortlessly singing along to the lyrics.

“What kind of gifts did you buy him Mani?” She asked.

“Just something simple like I got him a tiger eye bracelet since I’ve been noticing him and his brother wears that a lot on their wrist and a chain that says Main Event on it nothing to crazy,” Normani said as Tink nodded her head.

“Girrrl you got that man a chain? Oh he’s going to love that for sure,” Genesis replied as Normani rolled her eyes at her before smiling.

She kept a secret from them: she slipped her number into the box containing his chain, hoping he would notice it. Yet, deep down, she was merely a fan, cautiously exploring the possibilities.

The group successfully navigated through security, had their tickets scanned, and even picked up some merchandise before settling into their seats just as the show was set to start. Normani felt a wave of nerves wash over her; this was no longer just a movie playing on the big screen at home—it was happening right in front of her.

As the lights dimmed, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and cheers erupted from every corner, including theirs. "Oh my gosh, it's finally happening! I'm so nervous right now!" Genesis exclaimed, feeling the adrenaline surge.

“I know I’m scared bro,” Normani said as the Pyro scared the hell out of them causing them to flinch a bit as they all began to cheer after the Pyro was done.

As the music started, it was clear that the show had kicked off, with the commutators on the big screen making their introductions. The girls were seated in the prime front row, the best seats in the venue. Normani felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, worried that she might miss the chance to present Jey with his gifts, especially since he was always busy greeting fans up in the balcony.

There were a lot of celebrities in the house tonight including rappers like Quavo, Lil Yachty “I heard AMP is here oh my goodness I wanna meet Duke Dennis like he’s so fineee,” Tink said as Normani and Genesis rolled their eyes at her before chuckling.

Genesis shot back, “You’re just like all those other girls, Tink, drooling over Duke.” Tink nudged her arm playfully in response. “Coming from someone who was head over heels for Fanum,” she retorted. As their playful banter continued, Normani found herself lost in thoughts of Jey, imagining how he would appear in real life, far beyond the confines of the screen.

He appeared stunning on the big screen, but she had been hearing rave reviews online about how incredibly handsome he looked in person. That was exactly what she wanted to experience firsthand, just like everyone else. Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable theme song of Seth Freaking Rollins, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

The events of tonight's matches were nothing short of entertaining, especially the moment when Xavier Woods faced the fallout from his parents over their treatment of Big E. It was quite a humorous spectacle. During a commercial break, Normani informed the girls that she needed to step away for a bathroom break, assuring them she'd return in time not to miss any of the action.

As Normani made her way to the bathroom, she was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through social media to catch up on the latest buzz. Completely absorbed in her screen, she failed to notice her surroundings and unexpectedly collided with a tall figure, leaving her momentarily startled.

As she glanced upward, she found herself face-to-face with none other than the Main Event Jey Uso, towering over her, while Jey wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. The sheer height of Jey was intimidating, and she couldn't shake the feeling of awe as he prepared to make his grand entrance, striding confidently toward the elevators alongside Quavo.

She found herself captivated by his stunning looks, taking in every detail from head to toe. Dressed in an all-white outfit, his jeans hung precariously low, revealing glimpses of his pink boxers and showcasing his tattooed physique—an image that seemed like a fantasy come to life for any girl.

“O-oh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to bump into like this.” Normani hesitated, her words faltering as she caught the sound of his laughter.

“It’s all good lil shawty just be careful next time,” Jey's deep voice enveloped her, casting a spell as she gazed at his charming smile, the glint of his grills sparkling in the light.

As they separated, he released his grip on her waist, and she made her way to the bathroom. Once inside the stall, her heart raced from the thrilling encounter they just shared. She could hardly contain her excitement, eager to share every detail with her friends.

Normani returned to her seat among the girls, her face noticeably flushed. The others exchanged concerned glances, sensing that something was amiss.

“Girl what happened?” Genesis asked.

“Yeah, you look hella flustered right now,” Tink agreed.

She sighed, “I just bumped into Jey Uso before heading inside of the bathroom and yall he’s so breathtaking,” She said as they all gasped.

“Oh my god for real? Did you give him your gift?” Normani shook her head no as they all sighed at her, “Girl! That was your perfect opportunity to give him his gifts!” Genesis said.

She dismissed them with a wave, saying, “I understand, but I’ll hold off until he makes his way over there after he arrives.” Genesis nodded in agreement.

As the crowd erupted in excitement, they caught the first notes of his music filling the air. Hands began to sway in unison, even before the beat dropped. The girls spotted him making his way down from the upper row alongside Quavo, and he looked absolutely stunning—so incredibly captivating that it sent a thrill through Normani, leaving her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

She was completely captivated by him, her attention solely on him, leaving no room for thoughts of Quavo. As he descended the steps, she watched him interact with the fans, their hands waving enthusiastically in sync with his movements, including the commentators, which added a humorous touch to the scene.

He approached them, locking eyes with Normani and flashing a charming smile before effortlessly leaping over the barricade alongside Quavo. The girls couldn't help but tease her as he showcased his dazzling grills, climbing onto the table while everyone waved their hands excitedly up and down.

As they joined the frenzied crowd, excitement surged through the air when Jey and Quavo stepped into the ring to match the energy around them. Once they exited the ring, Jey seized the microphone and started to address the audience.

“I needed that, I appreciate ya’ll” Jey said as the crowd cheered yeet. “Thank ya’ll,” the crowd cheered yeet.

He continued on, “I rock with ya’ll” Normani was so into him speaking and interacting with the crowd. “Ya’ll seen what went down on Saturday right?” Normani could see Quavo telling him to dust him off about his lost that he had against Gunther that she had seen on TV.

“The ring general was good in the ring but ATL, I can beat him, I can beat him,” Everyone was agreeing with as he continued to speak on folks having his name in his mouth and how he’s going to win the royal rumble a week from Saturday and main event Wrestlemania to become the new heavyweight champion.

Jey tossed the microphone aside as the music kicked in, fully immersing himself in the energy of the crowd. He made his way toward Normani, locking eyes with her. In that moment, she handed him a bracelet along with a slip of paper containing her number, which was tucked inside a small box. She decided to save the gift of his chain for later.

He silently mouthed a “thank you, baby,” before making his way backstage to his locker room. The way he affectionately called her "baby" lingered in her mind, especially as her friends playfully teased her about it.

“Oh my fucking god shut up, I hate yall so much,” She said given them the finger.

“Girl, you finna meet your favorite superstar though probably goin’ get some dick from him he look like the type too,” Tink said.

“What the fuck ever I’m not doing allat I just wanted to be nice,” Genesis and Tink both looked at each other then back at Normani with a grin on their faces not believing her whatsoever.

As the night drew to a close and the audience began to disperse, a figure approached Normani, making their way past Tink and Genesis.

“You’re miss Normani right?” The lady asked as Normani nodded her head.

“Absolutely. Who’s inquiring?” she replied, her arms crossed as she allowed the woman to continue. “Jey Uso would like to meet you in his locker room, ma’am,” and at that moment, her expression shifted to one of utter disbelief, realizing that Jey actually wanted to see her.

“Ouuu girl, you should go see what he wants we will head out to the car,” Genesis said.

Norman acknowledged with a nod as she collected her belongings, trailing behind the woman who was gesturing to Genesis and Tink on their way to Jey’s locker room. As she moved, Normani took a moment to glance around the backstage area, observing the crew bustling about in preparation for the dark matches scheduled for later that evening, noting the increased crowd that had gathered to witness the action.

As they reached his door, a wave of unease washed over Normani, tightening her stomach. She expressed her gratitude to the lady, but stood there hesitantly, resembling a lost puppy, torn between the urge to knock and the uncertainty that held her back.

Her mama didn’t raise no bitch.

Norman rapped on the door, anticipation building as she listened to the footsteps approaching from within. When the door finally swung open, she was greeted by the sight of him, shirtless and clad only in his sweats, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. The glint of his Cuban silver chain caught her eye, accentuating his tattooed physique and leaving her momentarily speechless.

As she gazed into his eyes, his charming smile melted her heart, leaving her standing there, nervously fidgeting with her fingers—a detail he couldn't help but notice.

“It’s okay mamas I won’t bite c’mon in,” Jey said as he let Normani inside of his locker room shutting the door behind them.

She surveyed his locker room, taking in the sleek TV mounted on the wall, the vibrant blue LED lights, and the stylish black couches that complemented the space beautifully. Settling onto one of the couches, she observed intently as he opened his mini fridge to grab her a drink.

“Thank you,” Normani spoken softly as she took a sip of her water.

Jey rested his hands on the table, leaning in slightly as he spoke. "I usually don’t go out of my way for my fans, but for you, it’s different." His words left her looking puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

He flashed a charming smile her way. "You know, you're quite fortunate, mama. The moment we crossed paths earlier, you instantly captured my attention," she remembered that encounter vividly, just before he stepped back on screen after the commercial break.

She lifted her shoulders in a casual gesture. "I wouldn't go that far; I was just being kind, to be honest," Normani explained as she rummaged through her purse. With a graceful motion, she retrieved a black velvet box and handed it to him.

He took it from her grasp, appreciating the softness of the fabric as he unfolded it. The silver chain, adorned with the words "main event," sparkled brilliantly in the light, and she couldn't help but notice the smile spreading across his face.

He placed the box down holding the chain around his neck clamping it while going towards the mirror to check it out.

“Hell yeah, I fuck with this little shawty,”

“I’m glad you like it, it costed me a lot to get it made you know just for you,” She said as he looked at her.

“Just for me?” Normani nodded her head never leaving eye contact with him as he walked up towards her way taking his hand out so that she could take it.

She stood up as he spun her around, captivated by the way her curves moved beneath the mini skirt she wore. With a playful smack on her backside, she let out a surprised yelp, her innocence shining through. After twirling her to appreciate her stunning beauty, he rested his hands on her hips, admiring her petite frame from above.

Normani averted her gaze, focusing on her feet as anxiety washed over her during their conversation. However, he gently grasped her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes, and in that moment, their gazes locked.

“You pretty as fuck too, I wonder what else is pretty bout you mamas,” Jey said as he took her hand making her feel his hard erection which her eyes went wide feeling how hard he was at the moment.

He gently shifted her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds, instantly aware of how aroused she was for him, even before he had made any direct contact. The mere anticipation of his touch sent shivers through her, and she instinctively grasped his wrist, squirming at the unexpected sensation.

“J-Jey…” she moaned softly.

“What’s up mama, tell daddy what’chu want pretty girl,” Jey began planting soft tender kisses on her neck while continuing to rub her folds sticking his two of his fingers inside of her thrusting upwards.

He was thrusting his fingers deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in pleasure as she moaned his name softly. “Talk to me pretty girl what’chu want so I can provide that for you mamas,” as he planted kisses down her Jawline, she couldn’t even fathom the words that she wanted to say.

She was so immersed in it that her thoughts were scattered everywhere, leaving her at a loss for words.

Jey gave her a kiss on the lips while she was pulling on his waistline to demonstrate her need for him. He only allowed her to untie his sweats and pull them down when he saw his dick pop up and strike his stomach.

It was thick, long, and meaty, and her mouth watered at the sight of it as Jey removed his fingers from her wetness, causing her to whine due to the emptiness she felt. He licked his fingers, tasting her essence, and softly caressed her chin.

“You gon’ use them pretty lips of yours pretty girl?” He asked as his voice dropped a few notches causing her to feel more even wet for him.

She nodded her head as she got down on her knees grabbing his thick cock and began trailing her lips down on it as he was gazing down at her, she was planting kissing on it as she went all the way down on him feeling the tip of his dick down her throat causing her to gag on it.

“Take yo’ time mama,” he reassured her stroking her hair in the process.

Normani was bobbing her head up and down on his cock hearing his moans escaping his lips while her tongue was swirling around the head that drove him insane she moved her hands up and down along with it too.

She had felt him wrapping his hand around her hair as she continued to suck him off, she gave his balls some loving too sucking them individually as she stroke his cock pressing her thumb against the tip.

“Oh, fuck mama, you so good at this shit such a pretty angel for daddy,” he was shooting compliments her way making her pussy feel more divine than ever.

Normani continued to suck his balls stroking his cock in a fast manner as she gazed up at him seeing his head thrown back in pleasure before looking down at her.

She felt him twitching and his thighs clenching together as his cock was twitching inside of her hand, “fuck, just like that mamas. Just like that,”

“You finna cum big daddy?” Normani cooed at him.

All you could hear was how sticky her hands were as she continued to stroke him hearing his breathing getting unsteady, she felt his dick twitch again in her hand stroking it faster.

His eyes were rolling in the back of his head gripping onto her hair feeling like he was about to lose himself within a second, “cum for me big daddy,”

Thats when she felt his cock tighten as his warm seeds shoot out from the tip of his dick filling up her face with his cum as he let out a satisfying moan escape his lips while doing so while she continues to stroke him causing him to stop her hand.

Jey gazed down at her seeing her face filled up with his cum causing him to have mischievous smirk on his face.

“You even more pretty with my cum coated all over yo’ face mamas but c’mere so I can beat that pussy up,” Jey said as Normani got up from her knees heading towards the couch on back legs spread wide open for him.

He removed her mini skirt along with her panties seeing her glistening pussy he bended down on his knees placing sweet kisses on her thighs then gently French kissing her wet sticky folds teasing her a bit.

She gazed down at him while he was passionately making out with her pussy lapping his tongue around her clit causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

“Such a pretty pussy mama,” Normani felt him stick two fingers inside of her once again and began thrusting in and out of her.

“Ouuu fuck, J-Jey…” Normani moaned while she rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

She gripped onto his brownish mullet pulling him closer so that he could devour her the way he wanted to, she was thrusting her hips up and down at his movements but he quickly placed his hand on her stomach gazing up at her giving her a warning.

She immediately stopped moving her hips letting him take control of the situation as his tongue kept swirling around her sensitive bud along with her empty holes.

“Ohh my godd, Jey….fuck…fuck…” she moaned.

His fingers began moving faster inside of her moist cunt curling his fingers up in the process he was determined to make her squirt all over herself just for him.

“Hmmm,” he responded back as the vibrations of his humming hit her pussy she didn’t know how much she could take at the this moment wanting to run away.

Norman arched her back while Jey was keeping her in place so that she wouldn’t escape from him as he sped up his pace with her fingers and his tongue feeling that she was about to cum.

“Fuckkk,” she gaze down at him watching him doing all of the work on her.

“Relax yo’ body mamas, let it out for me. Let it out pretty girl,” Jey encouraged her as she did what she was told to do and relaxed her body.

Her legs were shaking and twitching as she was about to lose control of herself feeling his fingers go deeper and deeper inside of her while he pulled on her folds before diving back in, he was hitting her g-spot so well it had her seeing stars.

“I-it’s coming! Ouuu fuck it’s c-coming!” She felt her juices flowing out from her as Jey slurped it all up feeling her body shaking violently.

Jey planted kisses on her thighs and her belly to soothe her shaking figure before aligning himself inside of her entrance his forehead was placed on her as he began thrusting inside of her slowly causing her to legs to shake some more.

He had her legs over his shoulders giving her nothing but his slow, deep, strokes pressing his lips against hers as they made out passionately, Jey had his hand wrapped around her throat pushing his dick deeper inside of her.

Her pussy was clenching onto him causing him to groan between the kiss, “fuck, you feel so good. too fucking good open that mouth of yours,” He grunted as she opened her mouth for him.

He spit inside of her mouth while going back in to tongue her down in the process both of their tongues were fighting for dominance within one another, he continued his slow strokes while Normani’s French manicure nails digged deeply inside of his back.

They pulled away from each other so that they could catch their breaths as he leaned in forward placing kisses on her neck trialing down to her jawline once more whispering vulgar and nasty shit in her ear that just turned her inside out.

Normani saw his chain that she had bought him dangling in front of her face admiring his tatted body kissing his chest and neck showing him some affection.

“How this feel mamas?”

She gazes into his puppy like eyes biting the bottom of her lip, “it feels so good Jey, you fuck me so good,” She mewled out as he pecked her lips.

“Yeah? Like this huh?” Jey pounded his hips deeply against her thighs causing her mouth to be more parted open, all you could hear was his hips slapping against her thighs that sounded out the whole entire room.

She kept her arms wrapped around him moaning his name loudly as he took her to the oblivion circling his hips while hitting her g-spot so smoothly.

“Talk me mama, you like that shit huh. You like it when I beat this pussy up it’s all mine right?” She nodded her head since she couldn’t find the words to describe how she was feeling right now.

Jey gave her slap on her thigh causing her to whine wanting to hear from her soft voice, “yes! Fuckk. Yes daddy I love it so much I belong to you,” she cried out.

Jey loved the way she was crumbling to pieces because of him his dick was kissing her cervix so good he was getting lost within her throwing his head back.

Norman kept clenching and clenching against him just feeling another orgasm creeping up on her she didn’t know how much she could take this will be her second time having a climax due to him.

He picked up the pace as they both watched his dick go in and out of her seeing how her pussy swallowed him up so well it was a satisfying sight to see to say the least.

His balls were slapping against her pussy driving her insane as she let out a cried moan feeling her juices flowing yet again on him squirting on his chest while he continued to pound away chasing his orgasm as well.

“Such a good girl for daddy mamas, fuck you gon’ lemme’ bust one inside of you pretty girl?” Jey cooed at her.

“Yes, cum inside of me daddy, I want it.” Normani breathe out feeling defeated after her second orgasm.

Jey fucked her silly as she scratches his back pulling him closer to her body yearning for more his was balls deep inside of her gushy insides seeing tears coming down her cheeks as he kissed them away comforting her.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each thrust he had given her, wanting her to feel every single inch of him. He felt his dick twitching inside of her placing sweet kisses on her lips, face, and neck.

“I’m finna nut mama, fuck, I’m finna nut.” Jey warned her as he was digging his dick deep inside of her.

Jey slammed into her one last time as he let out a satisfying moan feeling his seeds shoot out ropes after ropes filling her up like she was a Twinkie, she kept him close feeling him thrusting slowly in and out of her so that none of his cum spill out of her.

She and Jey lingered in that intimate embrace, both taking a moment to catch their breath. As he tenderly kissed her neck, his lips glided over her body, sending shivers through her from the waves of pleasure she had just experienced.

They separated slightly, locking eyes with one another before breaking into smiles. Normani gently ran her fingers through his tousled mullet, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his soft lips.

“You tryna get out of here and get some dinner?” Jey asked as she nodded her head.

“You asking me out on a date Mr Fatu?” Normani teased.

He kissed her lips some more, “mhm, I am asking you out with yo’ cute ass I never caught yo’ name lil shawty,”

She rolled her eyes at him showing off her pretty smile, “my name is Normani just call me Mani for short boo,” she said.

Jey had chuckled at her while pulling out from her as he picked her up by her thighs taking her over to the counter getting between her legs helping her get dressed since her legs felt wobbly.

And he proceeded to take her out for dinner so they could get to know each other better.

- fin 🤍

A/n: this took longer than expected lol 🙂‍↕️😭

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Hypnotism and Himbofication that leads to Face Fucking by paul aron (mlm plz)

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AN: AHHHH! This is the first official MxM I am adding to my blog other than in threesomes and I am so excited! I have seen you sending in requests and I'm so glad I can fulfill this one so soon! If anyone has any advice on how to make a better mlm fic please don't hesitate to message me!

I am warning you right now... Your girl has no idea how to hypnotize someone so please just ignore that if it's completely wrong... just read for enjoyment not life lessons!

TW: MDNI 18+ Hypnosis. Himbofication

WC: 1K

Y/N POV

"Come on Paul, this a stupid idea," I say while allowing my body to relax into the couch.

"Just believe it'll work!" Paul says while pinching my inner thigh clearly annoyed with my negative attitude.

For the next hour I allow myself to relax into Paul's words and hypnosis technics he had learned while doing 'extensive' research. I'm not entirely sure but I follow along with the words he's been saying.

Paul's POV

I watch as Y/N start to relax his body into my words. I briefly mentioned the idea to him awhile ago and when he kind of laughed the idea off I decided to do some more research and after months I finally feel comfortable in my abilities.

When I finally put Y/N into a haze I do a few tests to see if I have officially put him into his trance.

"When you wake up every time I clap my hands you'll be on your knees begging for me," I say being serious but also still not fully convinced this would work.

Y/N POV

It's been a few days since Paul did his hypnosis and I haven't noticed anything different which just kind of makes me laugh knowing I was right this whole time.

When we are sitting on the couch relaxing for the night Paul claps his hands a few times and before I can even question it I'm instantly moving my body onto my knees and in-between his thighs.

"Such a good boy," Paul says with a small smirk playing on his lips. I instantly start tugging and pawing at the crotch of his sweats trying to free his already hardening cock.

"Please," I whine when I notice Paul isn't helping me get to his hard cock.

"Paul, please," I whine further tugging a bit harder at the waistband of the sweats.

When Paul finally shifts his hips letting me pull his sweats down I take it as my chance to pull his boxers down as well. When his hard cock springs free I instantly grasp his cock into my hand making him hiss at the contact.

I look up at him waiting for him to give me permission and as soon as he nods his head in approve I'm instantly pull his hardening cock into my mouth moaning as soon as his tip touches my tongue.

When I look up to to find Paul's eyes I can see him already watching me with a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Being such a good boy for me," Paul comments making me whimper under his praise before I pull more of his cock into my mouth feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat making me gag slightly.

I start bobbing my head while using my hand on the rest of his length. The more I get into it the more I'm losing myself in giving Paul pleasure.

"Come here," Paul grunts out while tugging my hair trying to pull me up.

"No," I whine trying to pull my head down in a weak attempt to keep my mouth around his cock.

"Wanna keep being my good boy," Paul asks in a stern voice making he look up at him with a soft whimper.

"Come ride me," Paul tells me while giving my hair one final tug bringing me up to my feet and letting him help me pull my clothes off.

Once I was naked I instantly climb into Paul's lap clinging myself to his neck almost instantly.

"What's got you so needy?" Paul teases while he uses two of his fingers to tease my ass.

"More," I gasp when he pushes his two fingers all the way into my ass trying to prep me to take his cock.

"Been such a good boy for me," Paul comments while slowly starting to fuck my ass with his fingers.

"Paul, please, want you to fuck me," I whine while jerking his cock faster trying to pull myself further into his lap so I can line his cock up with my needy hole.

"What's gotten into you?" Paul teases while pulling his finger from my ass and helping me line his throbbing cock up with my greedy ass before letting me sink down on his cock with a whimper falling from my lips.

"So good," I cry when I feel my ass bottom out on his cock. When I slowly start rocking my hips trying to build a rythem I feel Paul's hand wrap around my hard cock giving it a soft jerk.

"Fuck," I cry out in a loud whimper feeling Paul slowly start to build pace with his jerking as I build pace in riding his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cry in a broke chant feeling myself crawling closer and closer to my release.

"Gonna cum for me?" Paul asks in a teasing voice while he speeds up his motions on my cock making me cry out feeling myself close to falling over the edge.

"Please," I whimper while clenching my ass around his cock trying to coax him closer to the edge so we can cum together.

"Cum for me," Paul grunts while fucking his hips up into my ass harder throwing me over the edge almost instantly cumming all over both Paul and I's bare chests, while I feel his cock twitch in my ass before I start to feel him spill his cum deep into my ass.

"Fuck!" Paul grunts out as his hips tense and relax a few more times as he is fucking us through our orgasms.

Paul dips a fingers into my cum that's coating his lower belly before offering me a taste. As soon as my lips are wrapped around his finger he pulls his finger out of my mouth and tugs me down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Such a good boy for me," Paul whisper into my ear making me moan softly under the praise.

-----

The end!

I did my best... I definitely need to work on bimbofication/ himbofication but for the first time I'm proud of the subtleness I brought to the story! I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE keep on requesting! I'm having so much fun with these.

[familytgirltoy]

You had to move out when your sister started HRT. The guilt ate at you; after all, you'd been through it all before, you love her, you wanted to support her. But the way she looked at you was too dangerous. So innocent. So helpless. Always coming to you with every little question, always excited to show off every little change, always so desperately and shamelessly looking up to her beloved big sis for approval.

It made you want to fuck her changing body until she never forgot who she belonged to. Every time she smiled up at you you wanted to shove your thick girl cock between those soft and pretty lips, and every time she turned away it took every ounce of your restraint to not rape her in your childhood home.

So, you moved out. Took a job across the country before you could do something you could never take back. She had another three years of college left so you knew she couldn't follow you, and you kept every message between you as short as you could. Which would be a lot easier if she would just stop sending pictures of herself dressed like... that. You could swear every outfit was two sizes too small, flaunting her newly soft skin and ever growing curves.

Every day became an endless cycle of resisting her and giving in to her. You worked almost constantly just to keep your mind off her, and came home exhausted to shamefully beat your dick to yet another set of new pictures from your little sis. Bit by bit she dropped any facade of modesty. Too-tight clothes gave way to lingerie and bare skin, playful innuendo became shameless, sultry begging for you. And still you persevered. You are not a girl of half-measures; if you claimed your sister she would be yours and yours alone, her entire life and future subsumed into your incestuous, inexhaustible desire. You love her. Could you really take everything from her like that?

Days blended together in a haze of lust and work until you lost track, weeks, then months, then years slipping by, until a single knock on your door breaks the cycle.

And there she is. More beautiful than every fantasy you've had about her, even exhausted as she is from her graduation and the long drive to see you. Her expression is the same desire for approval that you so vividly remember, and in her hands she holds a collar with more promise than any wedding ring. Your mouth is dry as you slowly reach out to take it from her.

"Are you sure?" you whisper.

"I love you," she replies.

"You'll be mine."

"I always was."

Your hands are steady as you cinch the collar round her neck, and with your soft fingers on her throat pull her close to kiss the lips you've always dreamed about. You wish you could say that your new love was gentle and sweet, but that kiss was the last moment of tenderness your little sister would get for months. You'll make her pay for every single moment you held back. You drive her to her knees there in front of your door and grip her hair with hand while the other lifts your tenting skirt. She barely has a moment to gasp at the size of her big sisters cock before you force it past her soft lips, fucking her throat until it chokes her to the brink of consciousness without a care for what the neighbors might see.

The only thing that stops you is the moment you feel you're about to cum; you pull out, a string of spit and precum linking your incestuous cock to your sweet little sisters mouth, and drag her by her collar ring to your bed. You toss her onto the soft covers before getting a rope from your closet, tying her up to make sure she can't escape as you consumate your marriage here. You smear lube across your throbbing cock, pumping it to the sight of your cute little sister's gasping, shivering body, watching as she spreads her legs for you to reveal her own little throbbing girl dick and her tight, virgin hole. You've spilled gallons of cum to your sister in this bed, but tonight, as your cock pushes into your new toy and wife for the first time, as she moans louder with every inch you press inside her, you know every single drop of your load will be used for what it was always meant for; breeding your little sister. A dim voice at the back of your mind tries to tell you that's not possible, but all you hear is an excuse to fill her cute little body up as many times as it takes to knock her up.

You fuck her into the soft mattress, banging the headboard against the wall each time you slam into her until her sweet voice screams with pleasure, her cute little cock spilling her load across her soft body as you growl with animalistic lust and flood her deep inside with your cum. You never stop, fucking your load into her even as your fingers grip bruises onto her hip, pounding into her to shape her body to yours.

By the time morning comes you're finally exhausted enough to slow down, to wipe the mix of sweat and cum from her now unconscious body until she looks absolutely perfect. You set up a little camera, hold her close, and kiss her gently as it takes this picture of your wedding night.

You'll never let her go again.

[clanoffelidae]

Acknowledging the literary value of a work and the message behind it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. Catch-22 is a great commentary on war and the both absurd yet bitterly human nature of it while also commenting on both the horrendously negative and transcendently positive capabilities of humanity. I still think it’s boring as shit tho.

[yesterdayiwrote]

So... quick update on the Eurovision situation

The EBU decided that Israel can compete despite their country being under an active Genocide investigation by the ICJ. Their delegation have gone on to antagonise other contestants by filming them for their social media without permission and refusing to remove it when asked, harass journalists who have questioned if their inclusion is appropriate, and their commentators have made horrendous comments about the Irish contestant... all without sanction.

Meanwhile the Dutch contestant got into an undisclosed 'incident' with a female member of the production crew and they've referred it to the police and flat out disqualified him from the contest with less than 12 hours notice...

Which seems like a tremendous act of double standards at an event that is already marred by serious controversy. Obviously the second is not acceptable, but very difficult to understand how the first somehow... is?

[jakeperalta]

happy friday to everyone except my coworker who asked if I could help with a couple of things and then dumped a mountain of work on me with less than 1.5 hours left of the week 🙃

[erikahenningsen]

The problem with American politics is that nobody's making truly weird campaign ads anymore

[lambentplume]

my UI lit review just makes me want to make games

[addelaidesupreme]

I'm watching a video essay about a game ive been interested in playing. The creator of the video, who has crossdressed multiple times, makes a "women arent funny" joke, and i suddenly realize ive never witnessed him acknowledge a woman in an uplifting way before.

I'm on a dating app for lgbt+ people. I've stated multiple times on my profile that i would rather lose an arm than recieve nudes without consent. I will be sent five dick pics for every 2 people i talk to that night.

I'm talking with my dad, who informs me he's been trying his best to learn about trans issues. He says the same things steven crowder brings up when trying to ridicule trans people. I gently but firmly correct my father and get told that ive been fed propaganda.

I'm on instagram, under the comments of a post ridiculing someone for being a misogynyst. Someone's left a comment saying "it must be hard being a woman on the internet" and i respond "it is." I will have every aspect of my appearance scrutinized as a reminder that no matter how well i pass, it will never be enough for someone with bad intentions.

I'm back on that dating app for lgbt+ people. I'm messaged by an attractive looking person, but i can see their partner prominently displayed in all but their main photo, oftentimes striking what im sure they thought was a very intimidating pose. Their bio says "looking for a third for our anniversary." I know that even if I did feel up to it, the gruff partner wouldnt approve of me because i don't pass.

I'm at a job interview for a clothing store. I tell the gracefully-dressed woman interviewing me that ever since i began my transition, i've discovered an interest in fashion, and that this job would allow me to dip my toes into the industry in a safe way. I'm told that i've reduced womanhood to a stereotype, and i can tell by her tone that i lost any chance at the job the minute she realized i was trans.

I'm at the same hospital i got facial feminization surgery in, trying to figure out what's wrong with my bowels. When the person behind the desk gives me a wristband with my patient info on it, i notice a single, lonely, letter M. I ask a nurse in private why it would say that despite me having changed it nearly a year prior. They say they have no clue, and bring in paperwork for me to fill out and have it re-changed again.

I'm living with my mom at the time. I'm new to transitioning, and decide to try my hand at voice training. It feels a bit off, but otherwise im feeling neutral toward the whole thing. I try speaking in this new voice to my mom and she laughs. Now, when people ask if i intend to voice train, i find speaking at all difficult for minutes after.

I didnt have some sort of grand message to convey by this. I just had a thought and then that thought spiralled into whatever the hell this became. Some, okay most, might call it complaining; they are right to do so.

[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

[fleshadept]

one of my oldest memories is from when i was about five or six years old. my grandma was visiting that evening, so she was tucking me into bed. now, my parents raised us agnostic with a side of unitarian universalism, so i knew next to nothing about christianity, or that god fellow, or whatever. my grandparents never approved of this, convinced they were damning us kids to hell forever.

so when my grandma was tucking me in and she told me to repeat after her and say “i love you jesus,” i did.

but then she said: “there. and now you’ve let jesus into your heart.” and kissed me and left me to dream sweet child dreams probably of jesus saving my immortal soul or whatever.

except, i didn’t know who the fuck jesus was, and i did not understand metaphor. i certainly had not realized that by saying that, i had apparently invited a small man to take up residence in my heart. my child brain raced with panic: was he in there? what would he do? would i be able to feel him moving around? was he stuck forever now? that seemed mean to him, and felt like my grandma had played a trick on me.

so, sensibly, i decided my best bet to expel this tiny man who i had NOT wanted to move into my heart (aside from surgery, which i discounted as an option when i imagined asking my parents about it) was to do the reverse incantation: i fell asleep that night mumbling and mentally shouting I HATE YOU JESUS I HATE YOU JESUS I HATE YOU JESUS, hoping he would get the message and relocate somewhere that wanted him.

[threadmonster]

I absolutely hate American healthcare 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

[corkinavoid]

Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:

You are the inspiration for

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]

[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]

Duke narrows his eyes.

He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.

"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.

Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.

Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.

You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.

~☆~

Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.

What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.

The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.

Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.

Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.

~☆~

Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.

He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.

"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.

Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.

"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.

"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.

No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.

The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.

It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.

~☆~

Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.

He turns around faster than a lightning, and-

Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.

"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.

"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."

He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.

"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.

"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.

Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.

Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.

~☆~

If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.

"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.

"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."

Dick chokes on his breath.

"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."

But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.

Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.

Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.

And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.

Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.

"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

~☆~

Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)

~☆~

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.

"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.

"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?

"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.

"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.

It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.

Bruce is almost too stunned to move.

His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.

They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.

Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.

Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.

For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.

"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.

"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.

"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.

Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."

"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."

Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.

"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.

The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.

"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.

"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."

"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"

"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.

Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.

After he puts on some pants, supposedly.

Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.

[dclovesdanny]

Dead on Main

4/5

Jason had always loved the drawings littering his arms. As soon as he knew how to write and had markers, he would write notes to his soulmate. He knew Danny like the back of his hand. Danny was the first person he said good morning too and the last person he said good night too.

He barely managed to scribble out a message to Danny before he died, apologizing.(He prayed Danny forgave him for leaving him alone.)

After Jason was resurrected, he didn’t know what to say to Danny. Danny still wrote on his arms, and Jason would be lying he said he didn’t look over those notes and feel tempted to write back. But Danny deserved better than what Jason could give him.

(the only person Jason ever showed the notes to was Damian. He would let the little Demon trace over them silently as he explained. He knew the league’s policy on soulmates was not kind. He hoped Talia would be kinder to the kid)

Then the writing started getting sloppier. The notes became those of a vigilante, the one thing he had hoped his soulmate wouldn’t have to be. Jason wasn’t supposed to leave the League. Jason should be working towards his revenge on The Joker, his plans for Gotham.

But then Danny wrote about Vlad. About the creepy guy that made his insides crawl and Jason couldn’t keep himself from clenching his teeth.(all of the trainees got used to Jason having some days where he was worse than others. Sometimes, the pit would rage inside of him at the thought of Lasters, but oddly enough messages from Danny seemed to ground him and make it harder for the Pit to control him)(maybe that’s why the league didn’t approve of soulmates.)

It was when the writings stopped that Jason really got worried and started preparing to leave. Talya caught him quickly, but was surprisingly willing to let him go. Her only request was that He took Damien with him. (Sometimes, he noticed how Talia wore the same sleeves that he did. He wondered sometimes if Talia only pretended not to have a soulmate.)

The last message that he got from Danny was the one that made him leave three weeks earlier than planned, with a demon child to his back, and guns ready to fire.

I never expected to be a teen dad. I’m kind of scared, but like hell I’m letting the fruit loop raise these kids.

I wish you were raising them with me.

[yuvany]

HEART SHAPED EYES

꒰ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 when they're caught admiring you ꒱

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"You look like a fool, Heeseung." His friend, Riki commented with a cackle and cheeky grin. "You don't get it, you're too young." Heeseung snaps back, his eyes still trailing your figure as you walk around the library with your friends whilst looking at books, giggling amongst yourselves. "If you really love her, just go and confess." Heeseung shakes his head with a click of his tounge. "I can't." "Then don't stare at her like you two are already together." Riki rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers in his face to wake his friend from his trance that you had unintentionally set him under. "I'm not staring!" He calls out, a bit too loud, accidentally making you and your friends' heads turn to him.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

He had stayed behind after their training session to 'catch-up' on his own. The others believed him and told him goodnight before heading to their own rooms. Jay hums to himself and groove along to the songs he had been singing. Jay takes a deep breath and picks up his phone to send you a message. As he clicks the send button, he sprung up and throws his phone onto the bags for a cushioned landing before running around the studio. After calming down, he sits in front of the mirror and looks at himself before talking with himself. "y/n, you are so pretty and funny-" before he manages to finish, he hears the door creak open and Jake walks inside with a stunned face. "I heard that." "No you didn't." Jake then bursts out laughing.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

He had created a playlist just for you, though it was more like a playlist inspired or meant for you since he never had the courage to confess his feeling. The playlist was labelled with your initial and a heart, and set on private so that no one, absolutely no one, would figure out his little secret. Jake had been playing the same playlist for what seemed to be over a week by now, but he could never get tired of it. One day though, he shared his airpod with Sunghoon. "This song is nice. What is it called?" He asked, and Jake carelessly handed his phone over to Sunghoon who looked at the screen, his eyes noticing the title of the playlist. "Am I seeing this correct?" Jake starts getting sweaty and gulps. "What?" "The name of the playlist is very...how do I say this." Jake snatches his phone back, cutting him off.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

You had tagged along for their photoshoot to help when needed. It all seemed to go smoothly, everyone knowing what to do and the day's schedule. You had gone onto your phone, trying to find something to entertain you when Sunghoon walks up to you. He clears his throat nervously. You look up and raise an eyebrow. "Hey y/n." Sunghoon stands there awkwardly with his hands on the sides of his body. "Hi Hoon. Need something?" You ask. "Could you help me with this tie, please." He says and hands you a navy and white striped tie. "Of course." You smile, and stand up from your seat. As you tie it around his neck, his eyes are glued to your face and slowly trail down to your lips. Of course Jake had to bump into his shoulder just then and give him a smirk.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Everyone was gathered behind the scene, you as their special guest and vip to be able to support them from behind the stage. Everyone poses at the sound of their manager counting down and then the camera snaps. The two youngest run over and inspect the photo closely before calling the rest over as well. You take a quick glance at it and approve of it. "Could you send it to me later, please?" You ask, and they nod. You then take a look at the time and say farewell because you need to be part of the crowd, and they let you go after handshakes and hugs. "Sunoo, look here." Riki taps Sunoo on the shoulder and points to him in the photo where he is looking at something. "What is it?" Sunoo asks, and Jungwon who at first was confused finally seemed to connect the dots and balled up in laughter. Riki's pointer travles to where Sunoo's eyes are, and they led to you.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

"You're doing it again." Sunoo sighs from beside him. Jungwon looks at him puzzled and then turn around again, trying to remember what he was doing. "Doing what?" He asks. Sunoo diverts his eyes over to you before looking at him again. When Jungwon doesn't get it, Sunoo repeats it again, but a lot faster and aggrevated. Sunoo sighs before leaning over to whisper to Jungwon, "You've been staring at her for a while. Again." When Sunoo parts he sees that Jungwon's eyes have been connected with you again. "So?" He asks. "So...it's creepy." Sunoo wrinkles his forehead in confusion and looks inbetween you and Jungwon before groaning and giving up.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

When rehearsing, Riki finds himself turing to you for feedback and opinions even though he is a lot more of an exppert when it comes to dancing than you. "It literally looks perfect, not sure what input I should make?" You comment, shifting your weight from one leg to another as you speak with him, your eyes shifting around the room's ceiling. "Really? Thanks." He says and spins around, letting you be for a while. As he is faced away from you, he has a grin on his face. The rest of his group members stare at him with wide eyes as they look around to see if anyone else was seeing what they were seeing. "What?" Riki hisses after noticing. "You're lovetsruck and it shows bro."

[landoughnut]

Dream Girl

♡masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader

♡ summary - when being interviewed, the conversation gets on the topic of you, lando's long term obsession crush, never in a million years did he think you would actually notice him

♡ warnings - obsessed/simp lando

♡ w/c & a/n - 0.85k | I hope you all are doing good! as usual send any requests xoxo

"Good afternoon, Lando! We're happy to have you here with us today," the interviewer smiles, sat across from the driver.

"Great to be here," he nods, putting his hands on his lap and leaning back into the chair, "Wow, nice chairs you've got here."

The interviewer laughs, "Glad you approve of them. So, let's get started with the questions, shall we?" Lando nods and the lady clears her throat, "First off, when racing at the high speeds you do, what are some things you're thinking about? Or maybe I should say, a someone?"

Let's rewind. If there was one thing, besides being a Formula 1 driver, that everyone knew Lando Norris for, it was having the world's most massive crush on you. In fact, pretty much everyone was aware of this; except for you.

You wouldn't call yourself oblivious, per se. You just weren't really one to be online, so you never saw all the drama surrounding Lando's infatuation with you.

He has been enamored with you for about three years now, and he made it everyone's problem. From liking instagram updates of you, to commenting on pictures and videos of you, to even reposting edits of you. His friends must have sat through hours and hours of hearing him just speak about your beauty and personality.

His friends teased him about it quite often, though he was never really embarrassed over it. He truly just found everything about you beautiful, you were his dream girl, everything he'd ever want in a woman.

"Well, uh, I think about, you know, winning. Also what I'm going to eat after, and uh.. my girl," he nods with a slight grin.

The interviewer raises her eyebrows, "I wasn't informed you finally got a girlfriend," she says, surprised.

He laughs and shakes his head, "No, no. She's not my girlfriend... yet. Although I'm not even sure if she knows that I exist, but I'm working on it."

"Ah, I should have known," the lady smiles at his flustered state, "I wish you luck with that. Now I believe we should move onto the more important questions, before I get in trouble," she taps on her clipboard.

The rest of the interview seemed like forever for Lando, now that he was thinking about you again, as he usually is.

You're in your bed, watching one of your favorite shows, How I Met Your Mother, when your phone starts to blow up with your friends messaging you and sending you a link to a YouTube video of some F1 interview.

You open the video is none other than the very cute, Lando Norris. Of course you knew who he was, you kept up with Formula 1 on your free time and enjoyed watching the races.

As the video is playing through, you open the comments and your eye go wide at everyone saying your name and commenting on how hot of a couple you two would make. You furrow your eyebrows at some comments talking about how devoted to you he must be for liking you for several years without a single interaction.

You continue to watch the video and your cheeks turn pink as he talks about, well you. You couldn't believe that he liked you like that, surely you were well-known, and you weren't too bad looking, but one of the best current racers in the world crushing on you?

After the video ended you messaged your best friend back, asking what you should do. She, of course, told you to message him on instagram.

You thought over the idea for a bit, before nervously clicking on his account and following him back before beginning to type.

Lando was hanging out with Oscar around the garage when he hears his phone ping with a notification. He glances at it and turns his phone off again before doing a double check to make sure he saw it right. You had followed him.

"OSCAR," he yells and turns to his friend, holding the phone in his face, "SHE FOLLOWED ME, LOOK," he waves the phone.

Oscars jaw drops, never did he see this day coming, "Wow! Mate, thats fantastic, and look! It seems like she just sent you a message!"

"What? I might faint, Oscar," the boys hands shake with excitement and nerves as he clicks on your message. "Hi! I saw your interview, and I must say, I'm truly flattered," Lando reads as his face turns dark pink, he didn't think you'd see it, guess he was wrong.

Oscar starts laughing, "Text her back!"

"I don't know what to say, I've never spoken to her in my life," he panics.

"Mate, she saw you call her your girl, it's a bit too late to be nervous," Oscar smiles, patting his friend's pack. Lando chews his lip and writes back, heart pounding.

After a few messages were exchanged and an anticipated Oscar waiting for an update clears his throat, Lando looks up from the phone with the brightest smile Oscar has ever seen on him, "Guess who scored himself a date with his future wife this Saturday?"