#🥳. — 1k celebration !

[lecsainz]

main thing

request: charles + a famous actress who is about 2 years older than charles and has a daughter from another relationship, but the biological father is not in the picture (or he is an idiot)

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader

authors note: man, it took me almost two days to write this, ugh! hate getting that writer's block in the middle of something I start. I was like, "come on brain, why you gotta do me like that?" but nah, it wouldn't cooperate. so frustrating!

✩. . . masterlist !

PART TWO

Age Gap Romance Takes a Dark Turn, Leaving Y/N Struggling with Broken Heart and Baby Daughter

By TMZ Entertainment News

Hollywood's buzzing with the latest shocking breakup, and this time it involves rising starlet Y/N Y/L/N and her much older ex-boyfriend, a prominent music mogul. As the dust settles, insiders reveal that the split was anything but amicable, leaving the 28-year-old actress devastated and facing heartache alone with their baby daughter, Sophie.

Sources close to the couple paint a picture of a once fairy-tale romance that crumbled under the weight of immense pressures and a significant age gap. Y/N and her ex, whose name we won't disclose for legal reasons, initially captured the public's attention with their whirlwind love affair.

Despite the initial bliss, the relationship quickly took a tumultuous turn, with the insider sharing, "It was a rollercoaster from the beginning. The age difference played a big role in their clashes, but Y/N was deeply in love and believed they could make it work."

However, cracks in their love story started to show, and rumors of disagreements and heated arguments circulated throughout Tinseltown. Our sources indicate that the final straw came when the music mogul reportedly abandoned Y/N and their infant daughter, Sophie, leaving her shattered and blindsided.

"It was like he flipped a switch," another insider revealed. "He just walked away, leaving Y/N and Sophie to pick up the pieces. It was a shock to everyone, even those closest to them."

The breakup was described as "dramatic and emotional," with Y/N left grappling with the aftermath of his sudden departure while caring for her baby daughter. Friends of the actress confirm that she's going through an incredibly tough time, trying to navigate single motherhood while nursing a broken heart.

"It's heartbreaking to see Y/N going through this," said one close friend. "She's a strong woman, but this has taken a toll on her. Sophie is her world, and she's solely focused on being the best mom she can be for her daughter."

As for the music mogul's actions, sources claim that he has shown little remorse for the way things ended. "He's been dismissive and unapologetic," one industry insider revealed. "It's like he's moved on without a second thought, leaving Y/N to pick up the pieces."

For now, Y/N is surrounding herself with a support system of friends and family, relying on their love and encouragement during this challenging time. Hollywood is buzzing with the news of the breakup, and fans around the world are sending messages of love and strength to the young actress.

As this Hollywood drama unfolds, the world will be watching to see how Y/N navigates her way through heartbreak and single motherhood. We'll continue to bring you the latest updates on this gripping story, so stay tuned for more.

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f1addiction CHARLES WHAT YOU DOING HERE??

ynmoves my girl looks so happy 😁

ylngomez i LOVE this friendship

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saaaainz he just liked is nothing to worry 😭

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[mamiinthemiddle]

Holy fuck I’ve finally hit 1K and you all have your age in your bios 🤩

#1K 🥳 #so proud 🥹 #how should we celebrate? #send suggestions #face reveal? #neci's thots

[myawearschanel]

I hit 1k on here a little over a week ago and i must say i am truly thankful for you all…. tumblr is such a safe space for me to connect with y’all and express my love for the throwbacks! | thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to stop by and look at my page and follow.

- Please don’t be a stranger, comment let’s engage with one another!!!

once again thank you, one love. - myawearschanel.

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[tzurim]

AYOOO GUYS I FINALLY GOT MY FIRST APPARTEMENT EVER

#remember when i was depressed for my 1k celebration 🤣🤣 #well i was struggling to find a house #and that def took a toll on me #but LOOK AT ME NOW 🥳🥳 #sha.txt

[peachypinkygloss]

hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

remember

When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

.

.

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[scuderiahoney]

Congrats on 1k! 🥳

Can I request “come, let’s cuddle and watch your favorite show” and “not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse” from prompt lists for Charles?

1k celebration! Thank youuuu

It’s been a rough week. You’ve been under constant stress at work, and unable to relax when you get home. By the time you stumble in through the front door on Friday night, you’re dead on your feet exhausted, and you want nothing more than to lay down in bed.

A noise in the kitchen sends fear skittering down your spine. Just what you need to finish your awful week- a home invader. Before you can get too far into your panic, said invader pokes his head out into the hallway. It’s Charles.

You stare at him. “You’re supposed to be in Maranello until Sunday,” you say.

He shrugs. “I wasn’t that busy. You had a bad week.”

You blink, shoes still on, keys still handing from your fingers in midair, halfway to the hook. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs again. “I know.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Then, your eyes fill up with tears. He hisses softly and closes the gap between the two of you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“Come, let’s cuddle and watch your favorite show,” he says, guiding you towards the living room.

You nod feebly against his shoulder, sniffling softly. He kisses your forehead and rubs your back on the way, then gets you situated on the couch with blankets and pillows. He lays down with you and pulls you against his chest, and both of you let out a soft sigh.

“Not that I think cuddling will fix everything,” he adds. “But. I’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.”

You definitely can’t disagree with that.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

First of all - CONGRATS!!! 🥳

and while I'm here, can I also request S&🪶 please? (i'll leave the rest up to you)

YOU'RE AWESOME! 🖤

Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy what I came up with (incidentally, this also works as a @subeddieweek entry, whoops 😅🖤)

I'm celebrating 1k followers - requests are open!

A matter of control

Rated: E

Words: 990

Tags: Dom!Steve, Sub!Eddie, bondage, blindfolds, overstimulation (or the attempt at it), they're idiots your honor

“Here we go,” Steve murmurs. He lets the ends of the silk rope glide through his fingers, admiring how the black fabric shimmers against the pale skin of Eddie’s wrists. “You still good, baby? Too tight?” 

“I … no.” Eddie shakes his head, trying to wiggle his way out of the blindfold - black silk to match the ropes. Steve watches how he bites his lip when he realizes it won't budge, how he darts out his tongue to sooth over the spot, and smiles smugly. “Just … not sure this was my best idea.” 

He tugs on the ropes tying his wrists to the headboard. Steve makes a low shushing sound, cupping his face with both hands, and Eddie goes very still. 

“Hey, it's okay,” Steve says, voice gentle but firm. “I gotcha. You know that, right?” 

Eddie nods, a jerky flutter of movement. 

Steve smiles, running the pad of his thumb over a flushed cheekbone. “Say it for me?” 

Eddie gulps and shivers under his hands, but he relaxes. “You got me,” he rasps. 

“That's right, Eds,” Steve coos, leaning in for a long, filthy kiss. He doesn’t pull away until he feels Eddie go boneless and pliant under him, and when he does, it is to a whine of protest. “Wanna keep going?” 

Eddie nods frantically, then remembers he's supposed to use his words. “Fuck, yes. Stevie, please-” 

“Okay,” Steve says, silencing him with another kiss. “Okay, baby.” 

He kisses and nips his way down Eddie's jaw and neck and chest, making sure to keep it light and teasing - he still has a lot planned. Only when Eddie’s breathing quickens and he starts squirming does he stop and pull away. Eddie whimpers at the loss of contact, straining against the blindfold. 

“Stevie? What’re you-” 

“Patience,” Steve admonishes, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out the object he hid there. Then he runs the tip of it along Eddie’s side, one smooth drag from his armpit and over his ribcage, all the way down to his hip. Eddie yelps and almost jolts off the mattress. The headboard creaks. 

“Jesus fuck- … Is that a fucking feather?” 

“Clever, aren’t you?” Steve praises. He makes the feather paint a wide arch over the dip of Eddie’s hip bone, then drags it back up to his chest. Eddie lets out a snort. A rather loud, rather unsexy one. “Everything okay?” 

Eddie gives a weird, nasal kind of squeak. His lips are twitching, and Steve realizes he's desperately trying not to laugh. 

“Eddie?” he asks, momentarily stopping his ministrations. “What's wrong?” 

“Fuck,” Eddie wheezes, nostrils heaving. “Okay. Okayokayokay, this is not- … So, here's the thing, I'm sorta ticklish.” 

Steve chuckles. “Well, good. If you weren't, this wouldn't work.” 

The tip of the feather traces the spider tattoo and Eddie lurches. 

“You don't understand,” he pleads. “Not just a little ticklish. Not the cute and sexy kind. More like the full-body-spasms-and-laughing-fits kind. I can't control it, man, I'll-” 

“Eds,” Steve says gently, putting a hand on his chest to push his squirming body back into the mattress. “Don't you think you’re being a bit dramatic? This is what it's all about, right? Stepping out of your comfort zone?” 

Eddie hesitates. Steve knows he's blinking furiously behind the blindfold, even without seeing his eyes. 

“I guess …” 

“See?” Steve murmurs, dropping into that low rumble that does things to Eddie. “Now … I want you to be nice and still for me. I know you can do it. Long inhales and exhales, follow my voice.” 

Eddie does, letting Steve guide him into a pattern of deep, relaxed breaths. When Steve starts tracing the feather over his naked skin again, he whines and twitches, but not as violently as before. Steve keeps it up, covering him in praise and gentle commands while he crawls further down, ghosting the feather over Eddie’s hip bones, his thighs. Eddie's breaths turn into little whimpers and his hands twitch in their bonds, but he holds still, letting Steve’s voice settle over him, sweet and soothing and thick as honey. 

Until the feather touches the inside of his knee and Eddie’s leg jerks as if zapped. Steve is faintly aware of a foot connecting with his temple, a firework of pain erupting behind his eyes, and then all goes dark. When he comes back to himself, he's on the ground beside the bed and Eddie’s voice is a high, panicked babble somewhere above him. 

“-vie, I'm so sorry, please say something. Oh my God, did I knock you out? Are you unconscious? Please don't be unconscious, I don't want the kids to find us like this, Henderson would never let us-” 

“Jesus,” Steve groans into the carpet. His heartbeat is a jackhammer in his skull and his ears are ringing. “You kick like a horse. Why don't you just kill me? Be done with it.” 

Eddie laughs, breathy and relieved and just a little cheeky. 

“Now who's being a bit dramatic, big boy? And besides, I warned you.” 

Steve huffs, finally picking himself off the floor and clambering back onto the bed. Eddie jumps slightly when the mattress dips, but eagerly turns his head in Steve’s direction for another kiss. 

“Alright,” Steve grouses. “Message received. No more feathers.” 

“Glad we agree,” Eddie hums, arching into the touch of Steve's lips tracing more kisses down his neck and chest. “Now get this thing off me so- what are you doing?” 

Steve, who has just started swirling the tip of his tongue around one hard nipple, stops and grins. 

“Ah-ah,” he chides, pushing Eddie’s legs apart and crawling further down, breath ghosting over the tip of his flushed cock. Eddie gasps and twitches under his hands, but this time, Steve's hands hold firm. He's not making the same mistake twice. “I said no more feathers. I did not say I was done with you. Now be a good boy and hold still.” 

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[mistydeyes]

Congrats on the 1k!

I saw the prompt bkack and white photos and literally it's price. Think about it the man is super attached to his bucket hat.

You can't tell me he doesn't have a photo tucked in it. Like he's old-fashioned, so he wouldn't want the boys seeing it (he respects his lady too much for that), so it only makes sense he would tuck it in his trusty hat.

Again congratulations 🎊 👏 💐 🥳 and feel free to ignore this if it doesn't spark anything for ya!

thank you @midwesternwitchery for submitting and the kind words! you literally envisioned what i was thinking like he has a spicy pic of his lady in the brim of his hat and will occasionally look at it when no one else is ;) hope you enjoy!

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment

pairing: John Price x fem!reader

warnings: sexual depictions, swearing

a/n: there was actually two requests for this so expect a cute lil continuation of this prompt!

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The day before John's deployment, you always spent it was a home-cooked meal and a good drink at home. You made sure he enjoyed all the comforts before leaving for an indeterminate amount of time. "The pasta and chicken were delicious tonight," he said as he took the plates away from the table. Despite your constant protests, John always insisted on doing the dishes. "Well I have something else you would enjoy," you said and he cocked his eyebrow before you walked off to the bedroom. You soon returned with a scarlet envelope and placed it on the oak table. "Open it," you prompted as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned down.

Upon the first photo, you could hear his breath hitch. "Fuck," he whispered lowly as he caressed the 2x5 photograph in his calloused finger. A close friend had come over one day and helped you prepare the gift. After the session, you finally developed the series of boudoir photos in color and black and white and placed them within the envelope. It had been weeks since you had them done but you knew it was the perfect time to gift them. The first picture just happened to be one where you lay in front of a painting in black lingerie and a sheer robe. "What are these?" he whispered as he thumbed through the rest of them. He took the time to admire your figure in a variety of settings, from on the bed with the bedsheets draping across your naked figure to you leaning over the makeup table and applying lipstick in the mirror. This was one of your favorites as it perfectly showed your ass in scarlet red underwear. "It's just a little present, for my favorite soldier," you replied and kissed his cheek, "just so you have a reason to come back to me."

With that comment, he turned his head and pulled you into a passionate kiss. By the end of it, you felt lightheaded at the sudden movement. "This," he said as he held up a photograph, "is going to stay with me always." You peered at the picture and realized it was one of you laying on the bed with a delicate white teddy. Your hair was sprawled around your figure and you were flirtatious looking at the camera while biting your lip. "You look like an absolute angel, sweetheart," he continued as he eyed you lustfully. You couldn't help but feel the heat rise in your room and your legs start to shake when he said that. "These are only for me to enjoy," he whispered in a lower tone than before, "now let me enjoy you before I have to only have photographs as a memory." With that statement, you knew it would be a long night as he pushed out of the chair and lifted you to the bedroom.

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[fatefulfaerie]

a huge congratulations on the 1K followers, how amazing! 🥳🥳

for the prompt, (botw!) Zelda discovers something unexpected about Link, and celebrates it in the best way she can. Any rating is cool. Have fun and write something that makes you happy. 🤗

A YEAR AND A HALF LATER

I apologize for being SO LAZY about getting around to this I honestly have no excuse. Was super fun when I finally got around to it! And yes, as promised, it is exactly 1,000 words.

Attraction

Princess Zelda had become no more than a tourist attraction. If Hyruleans were lucky, they were at the cathedral on a day where the princess was actively praying to the second-largest goddess statue in Hyrule. If you sit and wait, maybe she'll awaken her power right in front of you.

Guests weren't allowed to talk, but she could always hear their whispers. This was a cathedral far more grand than even the Temple of Time, and thus far more proficient at producing echoes. If they weren't whispering about the grandiose architecture, they were whispering about her. 

Sometimes they would comment at her elegance, the way she knelt without moving, whether it was really her or just another statue. Most of the time it was the disappointed "let's move on" from tourists who had opted to sit and see if the sealing power would indeed awaken for their waiting eyes.

However, Zelda could tell that days spent praying in the cathedral weren't grueling for only her.

Link had to deal with all of this whilst standing.

"Are your feet okay?" She asked once, on their way back to the castle. "From all the standing?"

Link shrugged, his standard response.

Zelda didn't know how to help him even if he had complained. It was like they were performing roles on a stage. How else will Hyrule know that the princess is seeking out her birthright sealing power and her knight attendant has the Master Sword in hand and at the ready?

But surely he must have been bothered. There was one time when Zelda saw him coming out of her father's study uncharacteristically miffed. Did he complain to the King? What came of it? He still had his job, though. Not that you could dismiss the knight who pulled the sword that seals the darkness.

"Can I ask..." Zelda prompted. "What did you talk to my father about?"

Link didn't answer at first, continuing to walk at his same stride. It was as if he didn't hear her, but she knew he did.

"Was it about the cathedral?" She continued. "Did you ask for a chair? That's not unreasonable."

"I asked for us to stop going to the cathedral."

It was sudden, and Zelda found herself surprised at how forward that was of him. Going to the cathedral was not only seen as progress towards activating the sealing power, but also a large part of their public presence.

"I...I'm sorry, what?"

Link stopped and turned.

"I'm tired, Zelda."

Zelda's heart sank.

"Is it your feet? Your back? This is why I asked."

"No, not tired like that I..."

Link looked around a tad before stepping closer.

"Don't you hear them?" He whispered. "The way they talk about you? It's not right."

Zelda needed to stop for a second, to parse the sincerity in his face and make sure she was understanding. She scanned his eyes, his brow, the way it creased in rising anger. She opened her mouth to respond and nothing came out.

"Your father doesn't like it either," Link continued in her silence. "But there wasn't much he could do. Well, he could do a lot but-"

"You went to my father because you're tired of the gossip-mongers?"

Link nodded.

If it wouldn't add more fuel to the fire, she would have kissed him. A month ago she was asking for another knight attendant and now she'd come to realize she likely had the very best one.

Zelda hugged him, and it was like Link had never been hugged before the way he stumbled back with his arms out. Eventually, he reciprocated. Holding her to him.

Link had barely gotten used to it before Zelda enthusiastically ripped herself from the hug and took his hand.

“Come on,” she said, with a malicious smirk Link didn’t trust. “I have an idea.”

Link was tugged along, forced to start at an awkward pace that was partly walking and partly jogging as Zelda went into the heart of Castle Town.

“Zelda this is not a good idea,” Link said at half a whisper as they passed the fountain, citizens starting to spot and recognize them. 

He could only imagine the fire that would run rampant tomorrow, the flame-like gossip that Zelda and Link were shirking their goddess-given duties. Two teenagers acting their age had the potential to throw the entire kingdom into disarray.

Zelda led Link to turn around a corner regardless. She knocked without hesitation on a homely wooden door and Link inhaled to forewarn her that it was very late in the night and that she couldn’t just–

“Your Highness!” The woman who had opened the door looked honored, yet no stars struck her face. She was used to the presence of the princess. “Come in! Come in!”

Link barely got a glimpse of the forty-something brunette before she had flocked to a kettle, readying tea for the princess and her guest.

“I was hoping you could do some work on Link here,” Zelda said, not needing to project her voice very far across the small hovel. 

“Work?” Link asked nervously. “What do you mean work? I need work?”

“I’m assuming this is the knight attendant you’ve told me all about,” the woman said, coming over with a tray that boasted a particularly ornate teapot and three teacups.

“I’m talked about?”

“Yes, he is,” Zelda said, pointedly letting Link flounder in confusion. “I can pay his way if needed.”

She shook her head

“It’s my honor to massage the knight with the sword that seals the darkness.”

“Massage?” Link parsed. “A massage?”

“Tavra comes up to the castle bimonthly to massage me as well as the King,” Zelda explained. “She also massages walk-ins here at her home. I figured it might help. Surely you have a lot of tension.” 

The idea of Zelda describing his muscles in any way made him blush, and Link agreed to get massaged so that he’d have a chance to hide it from the princess.

#zelink #botw

[nisuna]

NINI 1K Milestone??!?

OOOOMGGG NOOO WAYYY 😭😭😭

As I just recently hit 1k followers, I am thinking about celebrating with compiling a prompt list with quotes, kinks, or scenarios and a list of characters you can pick and choose from 🥳🥳

But first and foremost I want to thank everyone who enjoys my writing and supports me through likes, comments, reblogs it really means so much<3

It hasn't been long since I started writing and I already feel so appreciated and happy 🙏🏻🙇🏻‍♀️ I never thought that I would EVER hit this milestone, but I am incredibly thankful that I did.

I am planning on coming up with the prompts in the next few days. Every input from you guys would be greatly appreciated. Hit me up if you have any quotes, scenarios, or kinks in mind. Be it smut, fluff or angst, don't be shy and please share<3

The series I'm planning on writing for are JJK, Genshin, HSR and Aki from Chainsawman.

I'll specify the rules in the other post, but for now, help me out and share your favourite stuff with me!! You can comment on this post or send an Ask<3

I am open to writing (multiple) male!Character(s) x female!Reader.

Once again, I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. I hope to see you soon!

(check out my masterlist for more info♡)

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk drabbles #takes with nini♡ #jjk fanfic #nini's takes♡ #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #satoru smut #geto smut #suguru smut #choso smut #toji smut #yuji smut #megumi smut #nanami smut #hsr smut #jing yuan smut #hsr blade smut #gepard smut #alhaitham smut #ayato smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #csm smut #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader

[lecsainz]

SPANISH LOVE

pairings: carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader

request: fastest lap with carlos where the reader is his gf and surprises him by learning spanish?🥹 but drops it in so casually it took him a minute to even realise, and then he’s just so shocked and in love JJSJSS

authors note: so this is the first fic I wrote about carlos that's not a smau! let me spill the tea – I totally loved writing about him!

✩. . . masterlist !

Carlos was making his way back home after a frustrating race, his mind still replaying the moments that had led to a less than satisfactory result. The Ferrari had let him down again, and his disappointment was evident on his face. He trudged through the door of his place, exhausted and ready to unwind.

"Hey, babe!" your cheerful voice called out, breaking through his thoughts.

Carlos turned to see you in the kitchen, an apron on and a mischievous glint in your eye. You were focused on a pot, stirring something that smelled absolutely divine.

"Hey, cariño!" he replied with a small smile, already feeling a bit better just by being in your presence.

As he approached the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel grateful for having you in his life. Your support had meant everything, especially on days like this.

"So, what's cooking?" he asked, trying to sound enthusiastic.

You turned to him, a playful grin on your face. "Oh, just some Spanish magic. Thought I'd surprise you with a taste of home."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Spanish magic, huh? What are you up to?"

You chuckled softly. "You'll see. But first, let me ask you something."

He leaned against the kitchen counter, intrigued by your mysterious behavior. "Shoot."

"Do you know what 'gracias' means?" you asked casually, as if it was the most ordinary question in the world.

Carlos blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Gracias? Yeah, it means 'thank you'."

You nodded, your grin widening. "Good, good. What about 'amor'?"

"'Amor'? It means 'love'," he replied, his confusion growing.

You kept your eyes on his, and then, with a sly smile, you said, "And 'te quiero'?"

Carlos froze, his heart skipping a beat. He stared at you, his mind racing to process what had just happened.

"You... you know Spanish?" he finally stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

You shrugged nonchalantly, stirring the pot as if your revelation was no big deal. "Yeah, I've been learning a bit."

He stood there, absolutely stunned. All this time, he had no idea that you were learning his native language.

"But... why? How?" he managed to ask, his voice laced with astonishment.

You smirked, adding, "You know, just a little something here and there."

He squinted at you, trying to process your words. "Are you serious?"

You chuckled. "Yeah, I mean, why not? It's a beautiful language, and it's kinda handy when your boyfriend is a Spanish hottie."

Carlos couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You learned Spanish? For me?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "Yeah, for you. I wanted to surprise you."

He set down his fork, his heart swelling with affection. "Wow, babe, that's… I don't even know what to say."

You smiled warmly. "You don't have to say anything."

He grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had all day. "No, seriously, this is incredible. You learning my language just for me… It means a lot."

You reached across the table to hold his hand. "I'm happy you like it. And who knows, maybe one day we'll be able to have a whole conversation in Spanish."

Carlos leaned in, his eyes locked on yours. "I'd love that. And you know what? I'm falling in love with you all over again."

You blushed, your heart skipping a beat. "I'm falling for you too, Carlos."

And as the night wore on, Carlos couldn't help but reflect on the amazing woman he had in his life – a woman who could surprise him with the sweetest gestures, a woman who was willing to learn his language just to make him happy. In that moment, he knew he was the luckiest guy in the world, and he held you even closer, grateful for every moment you shared together.

#🥳. — 1k celebration ! #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 x reader #f1 x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz fic #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz x oc #carlos sainz #carlos sainz ferrari #f1 fanfic #formula one fic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x y/n

[403tarot]

KPOP TAROT READING GAME 🎀

hello guys ! i reached 1K followers 🥳 i'm very happy because when i started this account a year ago, i never imagined that so many people would be interested in my work. as promised, to celebrate, i will do the game you chose through this poll: a paragraph telling how'd be your romantic relationship or friendship with an idol of your choice.

WHAT YOU'LL GET FROM ME:

a paragraph (about 8~15 lines) of how would be the dynamic chosen between you and your idol based in at least 3 tarot cards + 1 romantic oracle card

it'll be a summary, so if you're expecting a huge reading and perfect detailed things this is not for you (but i'll try my best tho)

i'll answer it on private, I won't post your infos!! my answer will appear on your ask.

LET'S GO TO THE RULES:

you should be following me

like my pinned

it's a romantic relationship OR friendship dynamic so you need to choose one, don't send both or it'll be deleted

tbh if you fail fitting any criteria it'll be deleted lol

romantic relationship available only for people of legal age

only one ask per person

send: your first name, your date of birth, the name of the idol you chose and a picture of them on my ask. you can follow the examples bellow:

i'll respond the first 43 asks so when it reaches the limit i'll update this post and close the game <3 i'll try to answer all of the 43 asks until the end of january! i have duties and work to do out of tumblr so if you can't wait or doesn't know how to be patient pls don't join!

CURRENTLY ASKS: 43/43 - CLOSED !

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨ #tarot reading game #kpop reading #kpop tarot #free tarot #kpop astrology #ateez #stray kids #seventeen #bts #riize

[fayes-fics]

Driven to Distraction

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (sort of...), modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. An eventful ride home from a Christmas Eve party...

Warnings: 18+smut, minors DNI, oral sex (m to f), fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, one use of derogatory language, arguing as foreplay, sort of a threesome... sort of.

Word Count: 2.5k

1k followers build-a-blurb prompt: Anthony 👅 Smut 😡 enemies to lovers 🥳 party 🚗 car/carriage sex Smutmas Kink: Day 3 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Smutmas Dialogue Prompt: "There's no way I'm letting you spend Christmas alone"

Authors Note: Well... I have no excuse for this. This is sort of fulfilling a 1k follower celebration Build a Blurb request and Day 3 of @hallownightsblog 12 Days of Smutmas. Thanks to @makaylan for beta reading this. Err, enjoy <3

Your sequin dress catches the light as your stride out of the opulent country house Christmas party. A fire of golden indignance.

“Don’t fucking follow me, Bridgerton,” you spit out over your shoulder.

“Don’t walk away from me; we are not done here,” Anthony shoots back, almost breaking into a jog to catch up with your pace as you charge out the main door.

You stalk onto the driveway, fold your arms and cock a hip, shooting daggers at him. You wish you had brought a coat with you tonight; it's freezing out now. But you don't want to admit to that chink in your proverbial armour, don’t want to give an inch in this stupid, petty argument. You know it's twisted, but nothing gives you more of an illicit thrill than sparring with this man.

An s-class Mercedes pulls up almost silently next to you as if summoned from thin air. It must be his, as he nods to the driver; that just seems to fuel your irritation.

“Get in the car,” he sighs.

“No.”

“Get in the bloody car, y/n,” he grouses. “How else are you going to get back to London?”

“I’ll order an Uber or call a cab,” you sniff.

“Out here in the sticks? On Christmas Eve? To go forty miles? Yeah, good luck with that,” he snarks.

He's right, and you hate it. You were supposed to go home in your friend's car, but she was last seen headed upstairs with her tongue down the host's throat. You doubt you’ll see her again until well after Boxing Day.

You narrow your eyes at him, then wordlessly wrench open the rear door to his fancy car, sliding into the seat with a sour expression and throwing aside your clutch bag. He opens the driver's door, which momentarily confuses you, exchanges a couple of words with the driver then huffs a hollow laugh as he climbs in on the other side of the backseat.

The car glides away almost silently, the gravel driveway crunching under the tyres the only audible noise. You stare out the window, posture stiff, fuming, refusing to look over at him, watching the blur of trees reflected in the headlights as you zip down a narrow country lane. The heated leather seat is doing wonders to warm your legs, but you don't want to give away any sense of contentment.

“Not going to talk to me?” he needles after a few tense minutes.

You don’t dignify a response.

“Fine,” he sighs, “at least tell me where you want dropping off.”

“My flat is fine,” you sniff.

“Who is there?”

“No one,” you frown.

“Nope, not dropping you there,” he grouses.

“Why not?” you cry indignantly.

“There's no way I'm letting you spend Christmas alone. You will come to Bridgerton House,” he states plainly.

“No, I won't,” you scoff. “Drop me home.”

“No. We can stop there to pick up a few things if you wish, but then we drive on to mine.”

This is why you hate this man in almost equal measure to your attraction to him. The way he expects the world to bend to his will. It makes you so angry you want to try and fuck the arrogance right out of him.

“You are not the boss of me!” you volley back.

“No, you’re right; if I were your boss, you’d actually have to fucking listen to me and do what I say,” he spits.

“Hah!” you laugh bitterly, “I’d never do what you told me. In fact, I’d always go the polar opposite.”

“Fine,” he retorts, “keep your fucking knickers on, then.”

“Excuse me?!?” You finally look over at him, and his chest is heaving.

“You heard me,” his eyes flash at you.

He has you stuck; in order to do the exact opposite of what he’s saying and win this petty argument, you’ll need to remove your knickers.

You are never one to back down in a fight. And you need to fuck him so bad your skin itches.

Pushing up slightly, you pull up your sequined minidress just enough to grab your underwear and slide it down your legs.

You say nothing but look at him defiantly. You see his pupils dilate and his chest heave as you do exactly what both of you want.

“Keep your legs shut,” he orders gruffly.

You have no choice. You open them, your jaw squared.

He sinks into the footwell in front of you, and your breath hitches. These huge, luxury cars always have acres of room in the back, and this one is no exception. Your seat must be almost three feet from the passenger one in front.

“Close them harder,” he growls up at you.

Your dress rides up around your hips as you splay your knees wide. His eyes drop to between your legs, and you suddenly feel a throb there as he licks his lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare kiss me,” he snarls, his fiery gaze back on your face.

He’s well and truly got you there.

With a raised eyebrow, you lean forward, grab both ends of his undone bowtie, and roughly pull him to you, your mouth slanting over his.

“No tongues,” he mumbles against your lips, and your mouth opens hot on his, tongues meeting and almost biting each with the intensity.

“Don’t you dare touch my pussy,” you whisper against his cheek, joining in the game, and his whole body flexes.

You gasp as he expertly brushes your clit. So turned on and electric hot.

“I suppose you’d hate it if I ate you out,” he murmurs hotly, his thumb swirling a teasing pattern that makes you want to bite him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you breathe unevenly, settling back into the chair as he dips down and roughly tugs your hips forward, pushing your legs even wider.

Suddenly you remember you are not alone. There’s a driver, likely listening to everything the two of you are saying. You glance in the rearview mirror, and your breath catches. He is looking right at you, his eyes so intense.

That isn’t a chauffeur at all.

That is Anthony’s brother. Benedict.

Anthony’s tongue ploughs into you, and you cry out as his swirls wet and questing around your clit. He definitely knows what he is doing.

But you don’t look away from the mirror. In fact, you lick your bottom lip lasciviously, then bite down. By god, you want him to watch you. Be the voyeur as his brother makes you come; give him something to remember. There's a hint of blush high on his cheeks as he quickly looks back at the road—his sudden rash of bashfulness just makes you want this even more.

You fist Anthony's hair, and he growls against your inner thigh as you direct his movements, taking your pleasure as much as he is giving it. He tilts your pelvis and moves lower into your heated flesh, his nose nudging your clit as his mouth covers your pussy, gently pressing his tongue into your body just a fraction, your walls clinging to him; his invasion feels like so much and yet also not enough. You glance down as you breathe heavily, feeling a ghost of stubble on his cheek, chafing the sensitive skin around your labia.

As Anthony tongue fucks you steadily, your eyes drift back to the mirror, knowing Benedict is cataloguing every look on your face. He shifts slightly in his seat, and you hear a change in the revs as his foot slips for a second. The idea he is hard and wanting is a depth charge of lust. You moan loudly as much for him as the man expertly taking you somewhere pleasurable.

Anthony moves back to your clit, running increasingly narrow circles right over your sensitive nub. For what feels like ages, he is swirling, teasing, changing pressure and bearing down harder with every noise you make, his hand almost bruisingly wrapped around your thigh.

You writhe and pant, your gaze pinging between the delicious sight of chestnut hair buried between your legs beneath you and the wanton eyes of the driver in front. You silently mouth his name in the reflection, staring him down. You watch as his pupils dilate even more.

You fight the potent, heady urge to push yourself into Anthony’s face, not to let him even breathe unless it's into your body. You want him to drown in you. He growls as your manicured nails scrape heavy on his scalp, his mouth open wide, sucking your flesh, his tongue lapping flat and broad.

You pant as you realise Benedict has taken one hand off the wheel, and you guess by the angle of his elbow he is palming his erection.

“Yes, don't stop,” you murmur, your voice throaty and rasping. It's a double meaning for both of them, and you stare Benedict down in the mirror, nodding, goading him to touch himself, almost wishing you could watch. From this angle, all you can see is the motion of his arm, and somehow that makes it all the more appealing. That you have to imagine him, hard cock in hand, relying on the car’s technology to take over as his concentration slips.

Anthony’s panting breaths buzz against your clit as he furrows on, and you take to shamelessly grinding yourself on his face. He sucks your clit hard between his lips, then uses a little edge of his teeth to nip at the tip, and you kick out a leg against the window, the tink of your stiletto against the glass making Benedict swerve until the car course-corrects for him.

“Be careful,” Anthony gruffs, pulling away a fraction and grasping the leather seat next to you as leverage.

You smirk at Benedict in the mirror, shaking your head slightly, and he raises his eyebrows challengingly as if blaming you.

“Touch yourself,” you call softly, knowing they will both interpret it as a command for themselves, which is precisely what you want. You hear a trouser zip, and the heady thought that you have no idea who’s, just excites you beyond belief.

Anthony redoubles his efforts, making filthy sodden noises as he pulls your swollen bud hard into his mouth. Suddenly two fingers plunge inside you, hooking deep, and you can't help but cry out.

“Fuck yesssss,” you stutter, eyes rolling back and your whole body flexing.

You can feel an almost magnetic pull inside, the start of a fluttering in your channel, as he finds that spongy spot that makes you lose all sense and drags harshly against it with a come hither motion. You pant open-mouthed as the sensation makes every muscle in your body clamp down hard, tensing, every fibre of your being taut and shaking. You don't break your heated gaze with Benedict the whole time, seeing out of the corner of your eye the play of taut muscle rippling in his white dress shirt, knowing that he must have his cock in a vice-like grip.

You are extra vocal, knowing it is making Anthony preens with pride at his skills and giving Benedict fuel for his masturbatory movements.

“Don't you dare come all over my hand and face,” Anthony snarls, knowing he has you close to the edge now, twisting his head slightly to kiss the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your pelvis.

“I’d never give you the damn satisfaction,” you yap back breathily, eyes glinting in the flashes of overhead lamps as you enter the motorway.

Luckily, you clamp your thighs hard against Anthony’s ears just as Benedict growls, presumably at the idea that you will orgasm soon. Come with me, you mouth urgently to his reflection as he presses hard on the accelerator, the car zipping along now on the fast road back into town, everything outside the window a blur and the engine a soft purr in the background.

Just to tease everyone, including yourself, you spider a hand down inside your dress and pinch your nipple, shuddering and moaning as you do. It's for Benedict as much as Anthony—he can see it in the reflection. Anthony glances up at you just as you look down at him, his eyes blazing lustfully as his face shines with your juices.

“You are such a wanton little slut,” his voice is low and dangerous, and you instantly know that he knows. Knows what you have been doing with his little brother. And the slur you usually find so utterly insulting just rockets you higher when it drips from his decadent tongue.

“Don't you dare fucking call me that,” you hiss, but it’s undermined by the way you bite your lip almost to the point of drawing blood and writhe so lewdly in your seat, so desperate for that last bit of suction and friction to get you off.

“I'll call you what you are,” he menaces, then his mouth is back on you with more than an edge of teeth this time, and it's what pushes you over the precipice he has been dangling you over. You fight to keep your eyes open and on Benedict's face, his neck corded, and pulse hammering as your world narrows down to the rushing in your ears, the throb of your heartbeat in your chest and the burning pulsing ache around your clit.

“Fuck Bridgerton!!” you scream, and then you are convulsing, your eyes screwing shut as you bare down on Anthony’s face, knowing you are leaking all over him but not caring; you can feel him lapping hard at you, rousing filthy noises spilling from his throat as he drinks from your body. The sensation seems to last forever, notching across your skin, tensing and releasing in waves that you ride, undulating against his jaw, grabbing his hair in tufts until he growls harshly. As you float away, breathing heavily, his body jerks against you as you realise he has just made himself come too.

The car smells of sinful sex as you slowly come back into your mind. The realisation of what you have done hits you as Anthony slides back into the seat next to you, refastening his fly. You steal a glance in the rear-view mirror, but Benedict's eyes are on the road, steadfastly refusing to meet yours, and you sense he has the same mutual feelings of guilt you do.

“If you want to fuck my brother too,” Anthony drawls, running a hand through his hair, “all you have to do is ask.”

You blush deeply and look down, ashamed, picking at the edges of your manicure.

“No answer is an answer, y/n,” he chuckles darkly.

You just bite your lip and pull down your dress as far as it will go.

“You shouldn't feel ashamed,” Anthony intuits, “part of the reason I like you so fucking much is your wild side. I have no problem with it,” he adds casually. He leans in; his voice is velvety as he utters the last devasting line. “Especially if you let me watch.”

Benedict almost crashes the car at that.

After a brief stop at your place, it’s on to Bridgerton House for quite the most spirited, adventurous Christmas break you have ever had.

Anthony & Benedict taglists: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @queenofmean14 (if you want to be added to my taglist drop me a message)

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #Anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony bridgerton x female reader #Anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #Anthony bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton smut #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton smut #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #1k follower celebration #build a blurb celebration #12 days of smutmas #bridgerton smutmas

[patrophthia]

hiii I realize this is the last day of ur event so it’s okay if this is too late. Could you do a regulus black x reader where they are friends. And maybe they are trouble makers at hogwarts. And the students think it funny the pranks they pull and stuff but the professors hate it? Congratulations on 1k! 🥳

this was so fun to write like actually 😭😭 hope you like it!!

unicorns and squids | regulus black

pairing: platonic regulus black x reader

genre: crack, humor, best friend joking with eachother

part of my 1k celebration event !

"So." To say Regulus was startled was an understatement. "What is it with you?" There's a look of confusion on his face, eyes stoic as he stares at you. "Do you hate fun? Is that it?" 

Regulus licks at his lips, grey eyes not once leaving yours. "No?" He answers, unsure on what he should say. "I don't think so?" 

"You don't think you hate fun?" You ask him, head cocked to the side as you stood before his sofa. "I don't believe you." 

He looks to the side, resisting the urge to try and convince you that he indeed does not hate fun. There's no point in getting into an argument with someone who would not stand losing to him, even if they are a sight for sore eyes.

But you’re persistent. “If you don’t hate fun then why can’t we do this?” 

“Because, the last time I followed one of your stupid plans I almost got pulled out off the quidditch team,” he argues, “and I’m so certain that this will get us expelled that I don’t even want to entertain your idea.” 

“But it’s funny,” you sigh, plopping yourself down besides him, “and it won’t get us expelled, the worse that could happen is detention.” 

“To you it is,” Regulus scoffs, shuffling to the side so it’s more comfortable for you, “Slughorn no longer trust me.” 

“You never liked the man to begin with!” You retorted, “the man had it coming. He was lucky I had you fill that cauldron up with frogs, should’ve done it with arachnid.” 

“And give him a heart attack?” Regulus scoffs, feeling you kick your legs over his lap. 

“Nooooo,” you drag out your words, “just a better jump scare.” 

“And you think replacing Professor Mcgonagall’s mice would be a better jump scare,” he asks you, an eyebrow raised. “With unicorn of all things.” 

“Not when you say it like that,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “plus, that idea was highly theoretical, it’s not like we can find that many unicorn anyways.” 

“Okay,” Regulus says with an air of finality, “what is your real plan?” 

This catches your attention, sitting up straight with an excited look on your face. As much as Regulus hates you and your tendency to get the both of you in trouble; his heart is too soft to not cave into his idiotic best friend ideas. 

You clap your hand, it’s light and enthusiastic; you’re practically buzzing and it’s a sight to see. Maybe that’s why he always ended up going with your plans no matter troublesome they could be. 

“You.” You’re pointing at him. “And me.” You’re pointing at yourself. “Fist fighting the Great lake’s giant squid.” 

He looks at you. Really looks at you. And he decides that after all these years, you’ve finally lost it. You’ve gone crazy enough to be rendered insane. 

One hand pushes at your legs, the other reaching up to flick of your forehead —resulting in a loud ‘ow, you dickhead’ and resounding swat to his hand. Regulus stands up, looking down at your scowling face from above the sofa. And sighs. “Let’s go find some unicorns.” 

#regulus black x you #regulus black imagines #regulus black scenarios #regulus black x yn #regulus black humor #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black x reader #regulus black fluff #🧳: my writing #🍰: 1k with patro!

[prototype-n]

Prototype N Demo v4.5 has crossed 1000 downloads!

🥳 Prototype N's latest demo has reached a combined 1k total of downloads on both itch io and SAGExpo! Enjoy this wonderful illustration by @rabbitlegs to celebrate! Thank you all for playing!

You can find the game here at arrietty.itch.io/prototype-n

#prototype n #side scroller #indie games #action platformer #milestone

[nahoney22]

Hi there!

Congratulations on the following!! 🥳 from what I've managed to read of your works so far, you more than deserve every single one of them 🎉

Do you mind if I request something for the celebration?

I don't see much work for Hound, so can I ask from the fluff prompts "am I your favorite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie." (and maybe + "shut up and kiss me already.") for him?

SFW fluff, with a fem or gn reader (whichever you think fits best~)

Remember to drink water and unclench your jaw :D

3000 Prompt List Follower Celebration

Hound X GN!Reader

word count: 1k

SFW

Prompts

• “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog abit more than you, I won’t lie.”

• “shut up and kiss me already.”

Warnings: none, mutual pining and fluff

“You’re drooling more than Grizzer would,” Thorn quipped, interrupting Hound's entranced daze. The sound of Thorn's voice jolted Hound out of his longing thoughts, and he swiveled his head towards the source of the sound.

Dismissing the accusation, Hound grunted, "I don't know what you're talking about," but Thorn only snorted in response.

Hound's infatuation with a certain attractive mechanic was an open secret among the Corrie guards, one that even his brothers knew about. Hound had shared his feelings with one of his brothers in confidence, but as with all secrets, naturally it had quickly spread throughout the barracks. The only person who remained unaware of Hound's feelings was the object of his affections - you.

You sat with your colleagues, trying your best to avoid looking in the direction of Hound's sneaking gaze. You hoped that Hound reciprocated your feelings, but you were too nervous to make the first move. Hound was always kind and gentle towards you, and was actually amazing when it came to advice. Not to mention you though his armor was the coolest of the whole Coruscant Guard.

Eventually, your eyes met across the hall, and you smiled at Hound. He nodded his head slightly, gesturing for you to come over for a chat. After excusing yourself, you made your way to him, meeting him in the far left corner of the mess hall.

"Hey there Mister," you greeted him, trying to suppress the fluttering feeling in your chest. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Hound leaned subtly against the wall, folding his arms across his broad chest. He played it cool, a smirk on his face as his eyes shone with amusement. "Just wanted to see my favorite mechanic, that okay?" he teased with eyes that danced in amusement.

Your lips purse, trying so hard to not smile like an idiot in front of this handsome clone but it was impossible when it came to him. “Oh I’m your favorite, am I?” You jest, matching his teasing.

Hound felt like he was floating on clouds when he spoke to you, finding himself getting so easily lost in your eyes. “Of course. But I’d like to think that in your favorite clone.”

Playfully, you shrug. “I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very nice men here. It’s hard to pick favorites.” You’re joking of course because how could he not be?

The smirk on his face drops, feigning almost ‘puppy dog’ eyes. “Am I your favourite?”

“I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.”

Hound laughs at that, not being able to maintain his lying innocence. “Yeah, that’s fair enough.” You could feel your cheeks flush as he laughed, a deep and hearty sound that filled the room. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and you found herself unable to look away. It was a laugh that was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in, feeling the warmth and joy that radiated from him.

“But really though,” you say after your laughter once dies down, “do you want to talk about anything in particular?” Your hands took behind your back, tilting back and forth on your heels as you looked up at him.

Hound glances around briefly and is shocked to see that the mess hall was completely empty. How can one person captivate you so much that he didn’t realise that lunch was over and that everyone had gone back to their respected duties? So, without the pressure of his brothers and their watchful gazes he takes a leap of faith.

“I was wondering if, uh…” Hound hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck as he debated whether or not to voice his desire. He felt foolish for even considering the idea that someone as attractive as you would go on a date with him. But your gentle encouragement gave him the courage to speak up.

You watched as shyness spread across Hound's features, and your heart swelled with affection. You reached out and placed a hand on his forearm, a subtle touch of tenderness. "Go on," you urged him softly, "ask me."

Hound stared down at you, searching your eyes for a hint of what you were thinking. He wondered if you were aware of what he was about to ask. Your growing smile gave him hope that his question had already been answered.

In a quiet voice, almost afraid that he would wake up from this dream, Hound asked, "Would you...?" He didn't outright ask you on a date, but he sensed that this was something you both wanted.

You grinned and nodded, teasing him a little. "I sincerely hope this is you asking me on a date, and I've not shot myself in the foot by just assuming you were."

Hound laughed, his eyes crinkling with delight that he had finally mustered the courage to ask you out. "Of course, what else would I ask for?"

You felt emboldened by the moment and decided to take a risk. After all, both of you had confessed some level of attraction towards each other. "I don't know," you said playfully, "maybe you were going to ask me for a kiss."

His eyes widened beautifully and you watched as a staggered breath brushed past his parted lips. “And what would your answer be to that?”

The tips of your ears tingle with heat as you anticipate his response to your playful comment. You nervously bite on the inside of your cheek before a smile spreads on your lips, revealing your pearly whites. "Probably something along the lines of 'shut up and kiss me already'," you say with a hint of mischief.

And just like that, he closes the distance between you, his hands cupping either side of your face with a tenderness that takes your breath away. His thumbs glide along your soft skin, leaving a trail of warmth behind as he leans down to meet your lips. The moment your lips connect, it's as though time stands still and the world fades away. The kiss is gentle yet passionate, the kind that leaves you yearning for more.

You don't think about who could be watching because in that moment, the only thing that matters is the electricity that ignites between you and Hound. Your heart flutters with joy and your body feels weightless as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

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