#yes i am vaguely obsessed

[undergoing-mitosis]

what if i impulsively bought the lawlight figurine. what then.

[nemainofthewater]

Conclave timeloop where Benitez refuses the Papacy-

-and then wakes up back at the beginning of the conclave in Lawrence's office.

What does he do? Does he try to leave in those 10 minutes or so before seequestration begins? Does he help Lawrence uncover the other cardinals' secrets?

Is he eventually convinced that the only way for the loop to end is to make sure that Lawrence becomes pope? Is the actual reason that he denied the Papacy, so now he's stuck looping until he accepts his fate, only he is incredibly stubborn and can do this for the rest of eternity?

[fbfh]

do you still write for jj?

ooooh not only do I write for JJ but I kiss you on both cheeks for giving me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite obscure JJ thoughts. JJ x ballerina!reader (gn so technically ballet dancer reader, but you do dance pointe and in a more feminine style in pas de deux so do with that what you will)

They thought you were a kook for the first few summers since you clearly went to school off the island. It turns out you're not, you're just a scholarship kid to whatever fancy school you go to (something that Pope LOVES to pick your brain about since he's dying for a scholarship to his dream college)

at some point or another, there's a hurricane. you end up sticking it out with the other pogues. that's when they notice how... weirdly flexible you are. especially JJ. mostly JJ. it started off small, with you stretching a little while you guys are hanging out in the aftermath since the day after a hurricane is always a free day. JJ looked away from you for like two seconds and you just fuckin... dropped into a perfect split. he's surprised by this obviously, but he's more surprised when you seamlessly shift to a split on the other side, then a center split, bending and moving with impossibly flexibility. then a moment later, you're asking him "hey can you grab my leg?" as you stand up and stretch into a scorpion/needle pose. soon you're dragging him out of the room to "help you with something else." he FULLY thinks yall are about to hook up, but instead you put on this beautiful, artsy, erratic piano music, kick off your sandals or sneakers or whatever, and begin moving like a fucking vision.

you're rambling to him while you dance like it's nothing, but his jaw is on the fucking floor.

"This is the solo I learned last semester," you chuckle while spinning like a little figurine atop a music box, or something in a snow globe, or... wherever else he's seen ballerinas in passing before.

"If I'm rusty by the time I get back, Miss Raine will kill me." you chuckle playfully.

after a few moments, you finish, posed delicately on the ground. you look up at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glistening with mirth.

"holy fucking shit," he exclaims, making you blush. "goddamn, princess, that-"

he trails off with a disbelieving chuckle.

"That was fuckin' incredible," he says with a breathy laugh, then nudges you playfully, looking at you more closely like he must have missed something all those times he looked at you and never saw this magical ballet fairy hiding inside you. "you've been holdin' out on me." he teases.

"okay, okay, here's where I need your help." you begin, trying not to get too distracted. you reach out and grab his wrist, holding out his left arm palm up. "I'm gonna run at you like this-"

you demonstrate, taking a step forward. his attention is locked onto you even harder from the moment you grab his arm.

"And kinda... kick my leg around," you do just that, so you're twisted around and facing away from him. he lets out a little noise of surprise. you know it must seem convoluted and ridiculous, but you really need help practicing this lift.

"I need you to wrap your arm around me like this," you say, bending forward with one leg extended behind you, the other supporting you, so your stomach rests on his bicep and his hand holds the small of your back. "And then place your other hand right on my ribcage here."

"oh, my hand will be wherever you want it, cupcake." he says, making you roll your eyes at the (only half joking) innuendo.

"okay." you say, taking a step back. "you ready?"

the first few times you walk through it together are clumsy and slow, a mess of limbs and giggles, but eventually you get it. you call your friends in to show them the bluebird lift you've been working on, even having successfully taught JJ how to lower you and do a few basic steps with you to conclude. you both get through it unscathed, and your friends reactions are very similar to JJ (with only slightly less innuendo and teasing from John B and Pope), and as JJ giggles and demands you come at him so he can lift you again, you start to see a lot of potential in him.

maybe, just maybe, you can shape that potential a little more over the summer. your ballet academy always has scholarships for boys available since they're always in demand in the performing arts. you think there might just be a chance for JJ to do a lot more lifts with you.

[mildcicada]

[evereverest2]

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[butchviking]

the stupid thing about deciding that being heterosexual makes you bad or annoying, is it means if you think someone is bad or annoying you start thinking they must be heterosexual. darling i promise you those things aren't linked. sexual orientation is the most morally neutral thing in the world it just Happens to you

[progfessor-dyke]

Yk, I think it's inevitable for any prog fan to go through an obsession with keyboards, perhaps even keyboardists, even a particular one.

But why did it happen to me now. I demand reparations.

[itsalwaysdark]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[mayordeas-clone]

genuinely, where the actual hell would i be today if i didn't just decide to get back into vocaloid music for the heck of it during the pandemic

[natsunes]

consuming natsume chapters entirely through random individual screenshots of the raws that people post on here (solving a puzzle)

[finsterhund]

andy putting chemicals in the water that

turn the FRIGGIN FROGS GAY

[loveinhawkins]

When Steve picks up the phone, he can hear Eddie laughing before he’s even said a word.

“What?” Steve says through a smile; he’s used to this now, phone calls that happen for no real reason. Robin had gotten him well and truly accustomed to it: months of rambling conversations—with occasional interjections from Mr Buckley, chuckling as he warned Robin that she was gonna trip over the cord.

“I need your help,” Eddie says, amusement still evident in his voice, “it’s to win an argument.”

“Oh, is that all I am to you?” Steve acts like he’s going to hang up, covering the receiver with his hand so it sounds muffled.

“No, no!” Eddie’s laughing again. “Don’t go.”

Steve removes his hand, his smile growing. “All right, jeez. What’s up?”

“Okay, back me up here ‘cause Dustin and Lucas did not believe me. There was—we had an old gym teacher, right? He, like, towered above us, man, had a moustache, like what do you call it when it’s all—”

Steve feels another wave of affection; he knows that Eddie will be unconsciously demonstrating what the moustache looks like, despite the fact that they can’t see each other.

“—uh, bristly, you know what I—?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “Mr Wilson. Didn’t he leave a couple years ago? Super mean for no reason, dude had a stick up his—”

“Yes!” Eddie crows in triumph. “I knew you’d remember, I knew it.”

Steve shakes his head fondly—Eddie’s making it sound far more impressive than it actually is, like he’s just sunk the winning shot or something. Like Eddie has an unshakeable belief in him.

“God, he was the worst. He was the one that was obsessed with cross-country, right—”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, yeah,” Eddie says. “It was actually scary. I swear he got some kinda evil kick out of it whenever it rained, like he’d hope we drowned out there or—”

Steve makes a vague hum of agreement; there’s a flash of the familiar in Eddie’s words, the memory of mud and rain against his skin. And…

“Shit, didn’t you…? Did you fall one time, I remember you limping?”

Steve’s recollection of it is fuzzy—like a lot of things were in the winter of ‘84—but as he talks, the more he grows certain; it makes sense of a momentary instinct he’d had in The Upside Down, as the earth shook: seeing Eddie fall out the corner of his eye, and suddenly wanting to check whether he rolled his ankle.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie chuckles slightly—there’s a thread of embarrassment in the sound. Didn’t think—um, sorta hoped you wouldn’t remember that, honestly.”

“I don’t really,” Steve says, then winces. “That sounds bad. I just meant—”

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie says. Steve can hear how he’s smiling. “Better for my ego this way.” He pauses. “You were really sweet about it at the time.”

He moves on quickly—Steve knows that’s partly just Eddie being himself, how he joyfully leaps from one topic to the next. But he doesn’t think he’s imagining the flicker of something shy, the softness in Eddie’s voice, you were really sweet about it.

Steve makes sure to commit it to memory.

[00valentina-writes00]

Uh, I’m borderline obsessed with jock!Vi so..heres another Drabble? Short story? Yeah. (I need it)

Sweat and All That Comes With It

Summary: You won’t kiss a sweaty and smelly Vi after her game

Warnings: None (besides fluff ig)

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You were waiting outside the rink, leaning against the familiar chain-link fence, your phone in one hand and a water bottle in the other. The faint hum of fluorescent lights above you buzzed against the muffled cheers and clamor coming from the building behind you. The final whistle had blown fifteen minutes ago, and you knew Vi would be out any second now.

You hadn’t even looked up when you heard the distinctive scuff of heavy boots on the pavement, followed by a familiar voice calling out to you.

“Hey, babe!”

You glanced up, and there she was: sweaty, flushed, and grinning like a goddamn idiot. Her magenta hair was plastered to her forehead, the longer strands sticking out at odd angles as if she’d spent the entire game running her hands through it. She had her gear slung over one shoulder, her jersey still on, but unzipped to reveal the white tank top underneath. That tank top, by the way, was soaked with sweat.

Vi looked every bit like the athlete she was—exhausted, bruised, and absolutely disgusting

“Hey, you,” you said, smiling despite yourself. There was something endearing about how she always seemed so full of energy, even after what had to have been an exhausting game.

“Did you see that goal in the third period?” she asked, dropping her gear bag with a heavy thud. “Snuck it right past the goalie, top shelf!” She mimicked the motion, her grin widening as she stepped closer to you.

You nodded, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, I saw it. You were on fire out there.”

Vi puffed out her chest proudly, clearly soaking in the praise. “Damn right I was. The other team didn’t stand a chance.”

As she reached you, she leaned down, clearly aiming to plant a sweaty kiss on your lips, but you raised a hand between you before she could.

“Whoa, hold up,” you said, laughing nervously as you stepped back.

Vi blinked, confused. “What?”

“You’re disgusting,” you replied, matter-of-factly, wrinkling your nose. “There’s no way I’m kissing you when you’re like this.”

She stared at you, incredulous. “What do you mean, ‘like this’? I’m fine!”

You gestured vaguely at her. “Vi, you’re drenched. I can smell you from here.”

“Okay, rude,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not that bad.”

“It’s that bad,” you insisted, trying to stifle a laugh. “You smell like a locker room.”

“Babe, I am a locker room,” she said with a smirk, spreading her arms wide as if to say, Take me as I am

You took another step back, shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

Vi sighed dramatically, dropping her arms and slumping her shoulders. “You’re really gonna do me like this? After I poured my heart and soul into that game?”

“Yes,” you said, grinning. “Because I have standards.”

“Standards,” she repeated, narrowing her eyes at you. “You’re telling me you’ve got standards, but you’re dating me?”

“Exactly,” you said, crossing your arms. “And those standards include not kissing my sweaty, gross girlfriend right after practice.”

Vi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re killing me, babe.”

“I’m saving myself,” you shot back, smirking

She stared at you for a moment, her lips twitching as if she was trying to keep a straight face. Finally, she broke, a grin spreading across her face as she shook her head.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, grabbing her gear bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “Fine, no kisses. But you’re making it up to me later.”

“Oh, am I?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning in close—just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her, along with the very distinct smell of sweat. “Because I’m not showering until I get my kiss.”

You shoved her away, laughing as she stumbled back, grinning like the little shit she was. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love it,” she called over her shoulder as she started walking toward her car.

You couldn’t argue with that.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of her car, the windows rolled down because, as you’d warned her, she did smell like a locker room. Vi, to her credit, didn’t seem bothered by it.

She had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on her thigh. The soft hum of the radio filled the silence between you, and every now and then, she’d glance over at you with that same cocky grin she always wore when she thought she’d won.

“You’re really not gonna kiss me?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Nope,” you said, staring out the window.

“Not even a little one?”

“Not even a little one.”

Vi sighed, shaking her head. “You’re brutal.”

“You’ll live,” you said, glancing at her. “And maybe next time, you’ll shower before trying to kiss me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she muttered, but there was a playful glint in her eye that told you she wasn’t actually mad.

By the time you got back to her place, Vi had given up on trying to convince you to kiss her and had instead resorted to dramatically lamenting her fate as a “neglected” girlfriend

“You’re gonna look back on this and regret it,” she said as she unlocked the door. “You’ll be like, ‘Wow, I really should’ve kissed Vi when I had the chance.’”

“I’m sure I’ll survive,” you replied, stepping inside.

Vi dropped her gear bag by the door and kicked off her boots, turning to look at you with a mock-serious expression. “Alright, fine. If you won’t kiss me now, you at least owe me a cuddle after I shower.”

“Deal,” you said, smiling

Vi grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek before you could stop her.

“Vi!” you exclaimed, swatting at her as she darted toward the bathroom, laughing.

“Relax, babe,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll be fresh and clean in ten minutes. Then you’ll have no excuse.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you flopped onto the couch, shaking your head. She was ridiculous, sure, but she was your ridiculous. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[juletheghoul]

Solus

a/n: I am genuinely obsessed with Marcus Acacius and the thought of him being a gladiator and wanting nothing but you? Imagine? Ughhhh I just want him so bad 😩, please feel free to send in thots, requests, even just musings about him 💕 not beta’d and barely proofread!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, special contraceptive tea, girlie and her bestie gossiping about Marcus and his skills, body / breast worship, Marcus and girlie are really fucking into one another, very possessive of one another in the best way (reader is a slave so there is a power imbalance but so is Marcus), gladiatorial violence, nothing graphic- let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

reblogs are appreciated

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She is short with you when you greet her back in the main house. There is a look in her eye, a nervous flitting about your form and it falls into place when she beckons you closer; it is worry.

“Did he hurt you? Was he rough in his taking of you?” She gestures to one of the other girls that attended her, calling for something while looking over the parts of you not covered by fabric. 

“No Domina, he was very gentle, mostly.” Head bowed in deference, you turn and show her that you are in fact whole, albeit pleasantly sore.

“Gentle? Truly?” She frowns, shocked but shrugs it off, “that is good, I was worried his brutality would land upon you. Did he spill inside you? I have had the tea made to prevent any issue from your union.” 

Memories flash through your mind as a cup of the aforementioned tea is placed in your hands of all the different ways he had filled you. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the feel of it drying on your inner thighs.

“Yes Domina, many times.” 

“Drink, I imagine you must be exhausted.” She sighs, watching as you gulp down the bitter mixture. “Take a rest and come back to me once you have slept a while and cleansed yourself of his lust.”

“Yes Domina.” You bow again, and head for your chamber.

-

He felt invigorated, despite the fact that he had gotten barely any rest. Her arousal was still smeared all over his cock, all over his fingers and the thought of him carrying her with him into the ludus where he lived and trained kept the smile plastered on his face. 

The other men were already up and training, honing their skills in hopes of advancing. He took his time making his way to his own training, taking a moment to himself to think about all the things he’d done to her, all of the sighs and whimpers he’d gotten out of her, the sweet moans that had burned themselves into his ears. Let himself imagine for a moment, the next time he’d win and ask for her, what other delights he could bestow upon her. 

Most of his brothers ignored him when he finally went out to train, the ones closest to him gave him a nod and he nodded back. With sword in hand, and the sun on his back, he put the softness of her skin and her pink, honeyed tongue away and focused. 

-

Cassia, your closest friend found you in the kitchens after having rested. 

“You must tell me everything!” her nails dug into your arm, her excitement a visceral, violent thing and you laughed at the way her eyes were as big as an owls. 

“Everything? What is there to tell? He took my virtue.” You smile to yourself, filing the tray with things for your Domina to eat while Cassia shook with excitement beside you. 

“Oh, is that all? The fiercest Gladiator asked for you as his prize and this is the answer you give me? And I called you friend!” She pouts, indignant at your lack of candor. Your mouth betrays you and you smile before shaking your head. 

“Very well, I will give you all of the details you desire. Ask me, and I will share.” With your full tray in your hands, you gesture for her to follow you and she does with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“What was it like? Was it terribly painful?” She held onto your arm, careful not to jostle your tray. 

“It stung, burned a little at first, but only at first. He made it quite enjoyable so by the end of the night it felt wonderful.” You sighed, remembering his face as you rode him just how he liked. 

“Was it big? His cock?” She blushed prettily, her pale skin going pink as a flower. 

“Yes, it was big, thick as well. I confess I did not think it would fit.” You laughed, and she giggled, going even more red. “He surprised me, for as much as we thought him a brute, he was very soft, sweet and affectionate. I enjoyed my time with him very much and I hope…” She raises her eyebrows, shocked at what you might say. 

“I hope that he calls for me again.” You press forward, defiant, and honest. 

“You wanton thing!” She laughs, delighted. “I pray to the Gods that my virtue may be taken by one as worthy, and as skilled since you are already begging for a repeat performance.” She laughs and you bump her shoulder with hers playfully, balancing the tray as she separates from you. She casts a wink your way before returning to her duties, and letting you tend to the Domina. 

She says nothing when you bring her the tray, and you fall back into your usual rhythm of servitude easily. 

Weeks pass, and the training in the ludus below intensifies as another game is lined up by your Dominus. There’s a craving within you now though, a new one that follows you around no matter where you go. That ache that he had built up in that stiff bed below with his fingers and with his tongue resurfaced every so often with an intensity you couldn’t understand. 

Whenever you saw him below, whenever you caught his eye, visions of him above you, below you—inside you filled your mind like wine filling a cup. Heat flooded your body, arousal collected at the mouth of your cunt and it was hard to focus on anything beyond the ghost of his filling stretch.

-

When the games finally came, you found yourself paying much more attention to them than you ever had before. Silently cheering for him and praying to all of the Gods that he would come out victorious, while secretly praying that he’d ask for you once more. 

There was yet another feeling now however, as you watched him make quick work of his opponents. A fear that settled low in your belly, deep in your heart as he took a minor blow that he would fall, that you would have to stand there and serve your Domina while watching him die. A shiver ran down your spine to imagine it. 

“Victorious again!” Your Dominus laughed, collecting coin from those who had bet against Marcus. It angered you, that they would bet against him. There was a curious sense of ownership battling for dominance amongst all your newfound feelings. He felt yours, and you felt his. So strange, considering it has only been one night, and there was no guarantee he’d been speaking the truth.

You tried to put it out of your mind as you made your way back home, focused on the tasks at hand and suppressed the hope swelling within when the Dominus called him forth once more. He did not keep you in suspense, his eyes found yours instantly, staring with open desire and your Dominus was quick to catch on.

“Shall I send her down with you once more? Would you not care for another girl? One yet untouched?” The master of the house gestured to others that served alongside you, and you didn’t fail to note the gleam of hope in some of them, in Cassia.

“No Dominus. I desire only her.” He smiled, eyes focused on your form and his heat engulfed you. 

“Very well.” He gestured to you and you obeyed, marginally happier than the first time. 

There was no preamble this time, as soon as you crossed the threshold of that room he was on you. His mouth claiming yours hungrily, his hands landing heavy on your backside. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He smelled of blood, sweat and victory. 

“Gods above, how I have ached for you my sweet.” His hands grabbed at you, pawing at every bit of you he could reach while he mouthed at your neck, building the fires of arousal within you.

“I must confess, I have ached for you as well.” He groaned, biting at your ear. You pushed him away for a moment, guiding him to the basin to wipe the gore away from his skin. 

“Tell me.” His eyes were frantic, roving over you as though you might disappear if he did not watch you while he made quick work of divesting himself of his soiled armour. With a shy smile, you wring the cloth and set to cleaning the grime from his beautiful face.

“I have ached for you to fill me once more, to take me and give me the same pleasure as you did the first time.” You watched your hands as you worked, blood pounding in your chest and in your cunt to confess your secret thoughts. His fingers pinched your chin softly, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“Did you touch yourself, thinking of my hands?” 

His gaze was so intense, filled with such fire that you could barely move, could barely breathe under the weight of it. Memories of your self exploration in the nights leading up to the games filled your mind. 

“Yes, so many times.” 

Silently he took the cloth from you, making quick work of cleansing himself before discarding it and now he looked so much like he did in the arena, stalking, hunting you down like prey but it did not scare you. If anything, it only inflamed your passion, made your cunt drool its arousal onto your inner thighs. 

“Do you know that you have not left my thoughts since that night? Since before that, I cannot think of anything else. Just your face, your body, your smile—“ he pressed close enough that you had to tilt your face up to keep his gaze, swallowing thickly at his open desire.

With his eyes holding you still, he removes your tunic and his. His manhood is just as thick, just as heavy and stiff for you. It smears his own pearly want against the goose flesh spreading across your belly.

“How do you want me?” Tentatively, you caress his ribs, sliding up to feel the firm golden skin of his chest. 

“I want you in every way there is to want a woman.” He cuts the whimper from your mouth off with a kiss, his words, his touch; it bolsters you and you guide him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Then I shall ride you, just as you like.” There’s a pretty flush on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and despite your limited experience, you feel like nothing short of a goddess lining him up and sinking slowly onto his cock.

His unabashed moan of pleasure helps with the stretch of his manhood.

“It feels so much better this time.” Your voice sounds different, wanton, confident. It does feel better, the thick pillar of his sex stretching you enough to make you whimper into his mouth.

He groans from deep in his chest, a rumble that makes your body heat from the inside out. Ever since that night you’d been dreaming of this, of having him want you again, fill you again and it’s so much better than your late night fantasies. With trembling thighs you roll your hips, grinding yourself against him, holding onto his strong golden shoulders for purchase. 

His hands grab onto your hips, squeezing at the flesh and guiding your movements. His breath comes out in small pants and there’s so much about him to admire it’s difficult to settle on just one aspect. His strength is obvious. Muscles honed with sword and shield ripple and cord under your fingers. The long line of his neck begs for your lips, beckons you to taste the salt that collects there and you do, drawing a surprised yet filthy sound from him. It spurs you on, your tongue traveling up to his ear to bite at the lobe. 

“Your tight little cunt is going to milk me dry.” You cannot help but smile, a victory of your own shining brightly within at the knowledge of how much pleasure he gains from your body. 

“I am ready, fill me again, I want to feel it deep inside me.” Your lips press against his, your arms wrap tighter around his neck to press yourself closer as you ride him quicker. His arms wrap around your ribs, holding you just as tightly, your nipples hard as pebbles against his chest as he all but bounces you on his cock. 

Sweat beads at his hairline, the effort of using you to fuck himself evident in the gorgeous flush in his cheeks. Your tongue slides across the plump of his bottom lip and he almost growls before offering his own. It’s vulgar, the way your tongues meet without actually kissing, the wet sounds of your joining, it all adds to the heat blooming in your spine. The tingling in your breasts, in your core and when he spreads his legs a little wider something shifts and he’s deeper. You cry out, begging, babbling at him to keep going, just there, please and he obeys. 

The pleasure is a hot dagger through your being, making you seize and squeeze him all the tighter, it is the catalyst for his own release and the spurt of him only adds to your experience. 

You catch your breath, panting while your body feels like a raw nerve, pulsing, clenching, pounding in sync with with your heart. His lips press against your neck, from the sensitive spot just below your ear down to the curve of your shoulder. His calloused hands rub at your back while your muscles loosen. 

You pulled his face up to kiss him once more, enamoured with the taste of his tongue and felt him smile into it. 

He needs time to recover, and so you lay in the bed next to him. Both of you naked as the day you were born. Your fingers trace mindless shapes onto his chest while his hands travel from the slope of your shoulder, down to the swell of your ass. 

“Why did you choose me?” His head turns at your question. “From amongst all the slaves, all of the women who serve in this house… why me?”

“Why? Because I desire you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, you frown.

“You desire me? That is all? Do you not desire any other?”

“No, I do not. I have been in this house for years and while my body desires this-“ he grabbed at your ass, “it is not something I indulge in very often. I have watched you grow from a girl into a woman and you have wormed your way into my brain. I do not know why, but I desire you above all others.” He pulls your face up, pressing a kiss to your mouth. 

“And then once you had me? What did you feel then?”

“I felt joy, that you are sweet as well as beautiful. I felt gratitude that you feel desire for me as well, that you make me laugh, that you feel so good here in my arms… shall I go on?” He grins at the way you cannot hide your happiness, that the shy smile grows on your lips as he confesses and when you nod he pushes you onto your back and slips to slot himself between your legs. 

“I feel confident that I please you, I feel pride when your cunt gets wet for me. I love that you are adventurous and brave and willing to try all of the filthy things I want to do to you.” Your fingers twirl the strands of his hair as he dips his head to lick at your nipples. 

“I feel possessive of you, to know that no one touches you like me, no one else gets to taste your breasts, no one else gets to fill you the way I do.” His cock glides through the combined mess of your joining.

You hum as he worships you, smiling and preening under his words.

“I confess, I enjoy it, being the object of your desire. I was scared you would pick someone else.” Your legs hitch high on his hips, wrapping around to press against his lower back.

“Hmmm, did you now? Did it make you jealous? the thought of me giving this—“ he knotches himself at your entrance, pushing inside with a slow thrust, “—to someone else?”

“Yes—especially with how excited the other girls were for you to choose. One of them asked me what it was like, what you were like.” It’s slow, decadent the way he fucks you. He presses deep enough to kiss your womb before pulling almost all the way out, then presses deeply again. He does not speed up, he does not vary the pressure. 

“And what did you tell her?” His arms bracket your skull, anchoring himself so he can keep up his stamina.

“I told her the truth, that you made it feel so good, that your cock is so big, so thick, that I hoped you called for me again.” You moan the words into his mouth, meeting his thrusts with your own slow roll. 

“Not too big for you, nothing you cannot handle hmm? Nothing this perfect cunt cannot handle, my cunt—“ his words affect even him, his hips speed up, a wet, vulgar sound with every plunge ringing through the room.

“Is it mine?” He asks with a grin but all you can do is focus on how good it feels, how he hits that sacred spot within with every press. 

“Answer me, whose cunt is this?” He slides one knee up for purchase pulling inhuman moans from you.

“Yours, it’s yours, Gods above, don’t stop—“ your hand slides down to glide your fingers against your achy clit, slipping down first to feel yourself spread wide around him. 

It only takes a few delicious swirls before you’re clenching around him, fluttering with your orgasm while his hips move faster, groaning around the tightness of your climax while he chases his own end.

“Going to fucking fill you to the brim, going to be leaking out of you for fucking days—“ he crashes into his own pleasure, barely getting his words out before grinding himself deep enough to hurt, moaning unabashedly, loudly enough that half the house must have heard him.

He collapses onto you, his face pressed into the damp crook of your neck—his sweat soaked skin slipping against yours while you both catch your breath. Your legs wrap tighter around him, holding him inside. The sunkissed, freckly skin of his shoulders is warm under the press of your lips. His voice in your ear is soothing, the low hum of appreciation for the affection you freely give him, something you’re sure he hasn’t received in years. 

It takes him a few minutes to move but you don’t mind. The weight of him is welcome, he isn’t the only one starved for touch and he gives it just as freely as you do. He does not let you separate from him. Even as he falls asleep, you are wrapped up in his embrace. 

You admire him as he rests. The dark fan of his lashes, the silver strands of his hair, so fine between your fingers, the almost boyish purse of his lips. He does not wake when you press your mouth to his, he only tightens his grip, pulls you closer to him. You smile despite the conflict within, you want him to rest. His efforts in the arena are no small thing and with the way the night has gone he must be exhausted. 

Another desire burns within you as well though; that he’ll wake because of you, that before morning comes you will be just as full and pleasantly sore as the first time.

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Distracted

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: This is short but I feel like my ear is being ripped out from the inside so I am not well. Also, my brain is consumed by glorious thorn so I have been distracted :)

Requested: Yes/No/Vaguely

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ynln

liked by user1 landonorris and 3,088,776 others

ynln sunkissed ☀️💋

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user1 I’m in love with her

user2 pretty pretty girl

user3 I’m OBSESSED

user4 the lighting in that third picture is enough to make me cry 🥲

user5 I need that dress

landonorris I hope vacations treating you well

ynln treating me better than you do, that’s for sure

landonorris stop the violence 🫷😞🫸

user6 Lando Norris they could never make me hate you

user7 literally y/n’s brother, you can not make me dislike that man

user8 an angel 😻

user9 this is how I think I look when I pose for pictures but I actually look like grimace

user10 liked by Joe burrow omg hey diva

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton the grind doesn’t stop for summer 💪☀️

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user11 he would be the on to say the grind doesn’t stop wouldn’t he…

user12 oh lawd im bout to-

user13 I’m choosing to have decorum, as should the rest of you

user14 I am feral

user15 the face of a man who’s gonna win his 8th championship at Ferrari

user16 is pull up bars the only exercise he knows or…

user17 sir Lewis

user18 just remember that this man also runs an account where he pretends to be his dog

landonorris I’m on vacation but u do u bro

lewishamilton there’s levels to this 🙏

user19 ik this isn’t a diss but knowing how many drivers are currently on vacation makes this so funny to me

user20 I’m a big personal fan of the George Russell-esque shirtless post we got going on here

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ynln

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ynln yall know this guy? I think he won a race or something, idk.

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user21 I’ve never seen that man before in my life

user22 I def don’t know him

landonorris using the word yall should immediately invalidate your opinion

ynln using the term “papaya rules” should immediately invalidate any of your point finishes

landonorris I’m sensitive about that 😞

user23 pic 3 scares me

user24 the way he’s gripping the seat makes me feel like I’m being kidnapped

user25 who’s diva is this

user26 my Dutch gp winner is who that is

user27 bullying is a vital part to fostering any brother-sister relationship

user28 love the fact that they’re not even related and Lando just chooses to spend his time with someone who bullies him

ynln everyone bullies him, he couldn’t avoid it if he tried

user29 why is no one commenting on the fact that this is y/n’s first f1 appearance ever????

user30 okay diva

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ynln

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ynln don’t get distracted 😘🙏

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user31 mission: failed

user32 I’m looking respectfully

user33 need dress details 🥴

ynln oh Polly!

user34 Lando in the likes… who’s surprised

user35 my diva

user36 😻😻😻

user37 I am amazed

user38 now why did Lewis like

user39 does Lando know

user40 PRETTYYYYY 😍

landonorris hey queen!

ynln hey girl!

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton staying focused ✌️

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user41 HEY LEWWWWWWW

user42 my diva queen Lewis Hamilton

user43 jumpscare shirtless pic

user44 George Russel core

user45 that caption is so yn vibe…..

landonorris #noticing

lewishamilton 🤫

user46 I see a correlation

user47 what is Mercedes gonna do when they only have one driver that post thirst traps

ynln are you sure about that….? 🤭

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lewishamilton 😅

user48 oh so they’re in love… ik what this is

user49 diva as long as ur winning idc

user50 I have never loved someone so much 😭

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ynln added to their story

user51

YOURE BACKKKKKKK

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user52

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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user53

My fav McLaren fan

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landonorris

Ur not in the McLaren garage…

ynln

Oopsies ☺️

landonorris

I hope ur boyfriend is worth betraying ur brother

ynln

You’re so dramatic

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TWITTER

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ynln

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ynln my man 🤞

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user54 sleeping on the road tonight

user55 what is this soft launch nonsense, y’all kissed on live television

user56 fake news, this isn’t me

user57 I’m so tired

landonorris gross, disgusting, horrible

ynln 🫶

user58 my divas

user59 they’re so cutsie pie

user60 new wag just dropped

user61 IM IN LOVE WITH THEMMMM 😭🤞

user62 I think he got distracted…

carlossainz55 congrats 🎉

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user63 I need to be sedated

user64 MY BABIESSSSSS

lewishamilton ❤️

ynln ❤️

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