#HOP OFF MY DICK OMG

[vividvexations]

defending charles online isn't enough, i need a gun, an army and a ticket to maranello

#its sauurrrr annoying omg #like hop off my bae's dick istg stop coming after him #formula one #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari

[velvetmud]

omg could i request a combo of ¹⁴⁾ tipsy sex & ⁴²⁾ breeding kink ?

yeeeeeessssss omg these are both my favs🥴🥴🥴🥴

warning(s): explicit 18+ daddy kink, nicknames, dirty talk, breeding kink, alcohol, filth

Rubber

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“That’s it. Take your seat, girl,” Joel slurs his affirmation, lying back so loosely and uncharacteristically worry-free and relaxed right behind you, teasing you with the shapes he draws with his fingers on the surface of your naked back.

“No protection, no pills,” he marvels, trailing his middle finger over to the hood of your clit. Rubbing. Swirling so delicately that your hips can’t help but start to buck. “Just this,” he taps the lips of your pussy with the mushroom head of his cock. It felt so fucking huge and so smooth it became irresistible to slide yourself up against.

“Let’s breed this little pussy tonight, yeah? Have my cum overflowin’ deep inside, raw,” He emphasizes, as if it were a challenge between his loud gasps and long groans. “Bet you’re ovulating too, baby. Body’s thirsty for this cum. Fuck yeah I know you are, mmmhm. Feel you dripping ‘round this cock for it right now princess—jesus christ.”

His rambling gets put to a hault when your pussy starts hopping up and down on his lap, tipsy and unafraid of going in deep the first thrust. Testing his resistance to fill you up and impregnate you under only thirty seconds.

In a haze, he’s snatching the half finished bottle he left on your nightstand. A shiny glass liquor bottle that you’d both put a good dent in for no particular reason tonight. Maybe it was Joel’s way of unwinding from the stress of his work week, or his incessant need for having drunk sex—but either way you didn’t ask any questions when he poured a pair of shots on the counter, and you were more than on board to get shit faced and fuck him. The electric release of unrelenting tension always bubbling whenever you’re both itching for it.

You knew he had a dirty set goal in mind when he got progressively more chatty and flirty up after some of the strong shots of aged whiskey you’d shared.

His intent was to fuck you, ravage you—this time do it raw without a rubber barrier to block the best sensations, breed you and have you tethered to him for life. You’d admit it out loud if he wants you to, but you know without a doubt he’ll be good to you and your child.

After he guzzles down another long sip of the bronze colored liquor, the burn as it goes down doesn’t even register as he holds on for dear life while your bare pussy uses him, squelches for him. He brings the tip of the bottle around to you, nudging your shoulder with it. You nod without another thought, opening your mouth out to him and wrapping around the mistakably phallic shaped glass. It turns him on impossibly some more just to watch your lips and those eyes, making him give right into the urge to drunkenly bob his hips upwards to shove the girth of his base in.

You feel how engorged he is, comparing all of that to other men whom suffer from infamous ‘whisky dick’ syndrome, which just didn’t fucking happen to men like Joel. Not with his piercing stamina, infinitely quenching his thirst to get off, even if he does have a belly half full of alcohol.

Joel unabashedly moans like a whore and rushes to slam the bottle back down on your night stand, suddenly ready to take on control.

“Who’re you gonna let breed this pussy up, huh mama? Who’s gonna be dicking you down ‘til you’re fucking stupid?”

“You! You, daddy!”

“You promise?”

“F-fuck, I promise daddy, you’re the only one—“

“Mmmhm, that’s right. Daddy’s the only one s’gonna knock you up, gonna make sure n’ knock this pussy up good—”

The clapping of his balls slamming repeatedly against your ass gets drowned out by your screams, your bodies’ precum dribbling down your ass and ringing around Joel’s dick.

“I can’t stop—gonna cum all over you, daddy, ple…. please!”

He bites his lower lip, not changing a thing about the rough tempo of his hips, knowing you love it when he goes deep.

“Of course, get daddy’s dick wet, baby. Yeaaaaah.”

He spanks your ass once, and twice, feeling you clench and pulsate, using his impressive girth like your very own fuckstick and it’s the hottest thing Joel’s ever known.

“Fill it up, daddy, need your cum inside to get me pregnant,” you breathe, drool slowly slipping down the corner of your mouth.

His cock gets drenched in your juices, milky stains trailing down and putting Joel in a frenzy as he nears his orgasmic end.

“I see those legs still shaking, baby, get ready for it. That’s it, mama. Here it comes. M’bout to flood this pussy.”

Joel slams himself in balls deep, bruising your hips and your ass cheeks by the brunt of his force while shudders from the impending high. Can physically feel his balls getting milked while you lay there and take it, absorbing his thick load. Roaring like a man in victory, he fucks his length into you some more. Shooting every drop inside, setting off a primal chain reaction in the both of you while his load paints your every crevice.

His cock is still lodged in you while you both heave and recover from the animalistic burn, shuddering from pure relief of what your bodies were made and born to do.

“Fuck, you’re—that feels perfect mama. Never fucking this sweet pussy with a rubber ever again. Pullin’ out now, better not see a single fucking drip fall out, hear me? Keep those pretty legs pointing up. Let your body do the magic.”

As soon as Joel pulls himself out he’s cupping your pussy with his palm, ensuring nothing will ooze out and go to waste.

“Normally love watchin’ you push it back out f’me, but we’re gonna have to keep it all in this time.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #tlou fanfic #ask

[sintiva]

toji let’s his pretty bunny girl hump n’ cum all over his cock <33 let’s u bounce on it as much as you want to, til it’s frothing at the base <333 toji tugging on your lil’ bunny tail and beggin ya to slow down,

“my cock’s throbbing, baby. milked me dry—yy.”

<333 toji who can’t keep up w his bunny girls libido <333 she fucks him dumb. slots her mouth over toji’s scar and peppers the rest of his face in kisses. catches his tongue in her mouth n’ that’s when his dick gets extra hard all over again <333

bunny girl finally lifts off him n’ a pool of cum gushes out <333 soaks toji in his own mess & he loves it. you’re both nasty.

him begging us to slow down is actuallly driving me insanenenenenenenene. and on top of that he can’t keep up with her libido either :((((2(2(2(/ SEMS OMG <3

just thinking of her teasing and bombarding him with feathery kisses all over his face, and her hand wrapped around his leaky cock. she’s been pumping him through his boxers in slew of wanting to make him cum again. but at this point your infinite libido conflates toji’s extra hard, but really, really sensitive dick… and his hips, his poor hips:(

they writhe uncontrollably, and he doesn’t think it’s humanly possible for you to milk him any longer. to the point where he’s whimpering, and hissing from overstimulation. “ ‘s too much, baby. my dick-“

“jus’ a little more please, toji.” he marvels and thinks he can put his foot down and say “no”, but when you hop on his lap once more and straddle his thighs he groans in sexual frustration, and it’s clearly not the lack of, it’s the abundance of it. you straddle him and and raise to your toes. you’re ready to bounce on his dick once more, and he just gets so hard every time. he grips your hips tightly, and tugs on that eager little tail of yours; scar stretching as his mouth falls open from your teasing of his tip. toji said he was tired, but he can’t hold himself back from rutting his hips up as you bounce and hold onto your ankles. shallow fucking his tip until his cum leaks out of you and dribbles down his throbbing length. 😫

and just thinking about how much of it froths at the base, and when you’re done, he’ll be slumped on the couch. you giving him a hand, literally and jerking his cock to see how the veins in his legs swell from shooting blanks :)

#toji x black reader #toji x reader smut #toji thirst #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #this has been in my drafts for forever #WHY AM I NOW GETTING TO THIS🥲

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

What if he has a really long scene at work and he comes home to reader super horny but he’s too tired to help so she starts to masturbate in front of him to get him going again

OMG YES! bonus points if you watch one of his movies to do it

like imagine he comes home, and you greet him as you always do. only this time, you’re feeling pretty horny, more so than usual. he tells you he’s too tired and needs a shower, so you let him do what he has to do. you know from past experiences with him that it doesn’t take much to get him going again, but you wanna go all out for him this time. while he’s in the shower, you start browsing through his collection, trying to find a really good video with him. all of them are golden, but you select one of your favorites with him and turn it on.

he was already feeling tired, but when he comes out and sees you watching one of his films? he’s immediately going to be right on you, exhausted or not. you tell him not to, though; this show is for him, and all he has to do is sit back, relax, and just watch. he’s tired, after all, so why should he be forced to make you feel good when he isn’t feeling up to it? you’re capable of doing it yourself, and tell him as much.

“but baby, i wanna touch you,” he whines.

“I know you’re tired,” you say, running your fingers over your pussy as you moan softly. “let me help you by taking the pressure off to make me feel good. let me do it all on my own.”

he nods, lying back on the bed as you start putting on a show for him. you move your fingers back and forth, up and down, inserting a couple inside of you as you moan. you watch the screen, but he’s watching you. he isn’t interested in reliving the film; he’s got his eye on you like a starving dog, his pierced tongue running over his lips as he takes in every movement. you start to pump your fingers, curling them as you cry out. you need more, and you offer him your most suggestive look before speaking.

“do me a favor,” you say.

“god, anything,” he says, and you notice his cock straining under his boxers.

“i want you to get my dildo out of my dresser,” you say, nodding toward it. “please?”

he hops off the bed, not having to be told twice. he retrieves it, handing it to you as he continues to watch what you’re doing. you run it over your lips, licking the tip to tease him as the actress did in the video with his own cock. he groans, reaching down to palm himself as you deep throat the toy. your free hand keeps working your pussy, fingers fucking into you as you grind against your palm. eddie keeps watching, his eyes trailing from your mouth to your cunt, unsure where to look more.

“eddie..” you moan, removing the toy from your mouth to insert it into your pussy. “fuck, you’re so big…”

“please let me fuck you,” he begs. “i’m not a bit fucking tired anymore.”

“i still say you should rest,” you say, fucking yourself on the dildo as you moan hotly. “you need a break. you had a long day today, and i’m sure that giant dick of yours can’t take many erections in one day.”

“fuck that,” he says, reaching over to take the toy in his hand. you slap it away, glaring at him. “please, baby. I need to be inside of you.”

“you’ve had enough of that today,” you say, fucking yourself deep and arching your back. you play with your breasts with your free hand, and he moans beside you. “haven’t you? I mean, you spent all day having sex with some strange woman, and now you want me?”

“i always want you,” he says, tugging his cock out as he begins to jerk off. “see how hard i am, baby? could I get that hard if i was too tired?”

“maybe,” you say thoughtfully. you watch his hand gliding over his massive dick, his fingers toying with his piercing. “or maybe you’ll go soft the minute you start fucking me.”

he growls, slapping your hand away from the toy and holding it firmly inside of you. “is this how you wanna play it? huh? wanna be a little fucking tease?”

“eddie,” you say, trying to fight him. he isn’t having it, though; he pins your wrists in one of his large hands, the other fucking you hard on the toy. “oh, fuck…”

“that’s what I thought,” he says smugly, his mouth at your ear. “when i say I’m not tired anymore, I mean it. now, it’s your turn to sit back and let me have my way with you.”

well, you couldn’t say no to that.

——-

mini taglist: @littledemondani @andvys @wroteclassicaly @succubusmunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @trashmouth-richie @eiightysixbaby @reidsbtch

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #stranger things blurb

[smooth-perceval]

Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

—

My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

—

“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #lando x reader #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader

[sturniolo-rat]

Chapter 1: Cherry Contact

A/N: If this flops, I’m going to cry😢 In loving memory of @newsourceofnonsense, she's not dead; I just like the memory of her.

Contains: smut, oral, fingering , exhibitionism, plot

TW: tell me if you find any

Chris and Y/N are two walking commitment issues that enter into a mutually assured attachment.

Everyone thinks Y/N is a book hoarder, but she considers herself more of a book collector. She has over 700 books that take up damn near her whole apartment. The collection consists primarily of special and first-edition books. It’s probably worth around $50,000, but she doesn’t care because she plans on keeping them forever. To fund her obsession, she works as a waitress at a restaurant that just opened up called “The Copper Kitchen.” her best friend, Dorset, is a freckle-faced white girl with short brown hair, green eyes, and circle glasses. She also happens to be a bartender at “The Copper Kitchen.” Currently, Y/N is outside of her apartment waiting for Dorset so they can carpool to work. When Dorset pulls up in her shitty car, Y/N is ecstatic because she has big news to share. 

“Dot, I’ve done it!” she says as she hops into the passenger seat. 

“Wh- what have you done?” She’s very concerned that Y/N has done something crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time. The last time something like this happened, she told Dorset that she got her ex’s name tattooed on her left ass cheek.

“I’ve decided to have sex with men again!”

Dorset is relieved. “OMG! Yes! We can finally fight over men again!” They laugh as she merges back onto the road to begin the short trip to work.

“Yep, I’m meeting a guy at the restaurant after my shift,” Y/N says proudly. She's been off men since her break up three years ago, and this new guy is the first not to give her the ick within the first week of talking. She knows meeting up doesn’t automatically mean sex, but she hasn’t had dick in 3 years and feels that she owes it to herself to fuck this man. It’s not like she’s interested in anything else from him. Romance is strictly off the table for her. She prefers to stick to smutty romance books and shitty Tumblr fanfics of perfectly romanticized versions of men. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about your little hookup.” They part as they head to their respective jobs at the restaurant—time to deal with shitty customers who tip like assholes. 

Twenty minutes before the end of her shift, the most obnoxious kids walk in. They’re not actually kids; they're about 20, but Y/N considers anyone under 22 a kid, and these guys seem incredibly immature.

“Hey guys!” Says Nick, holding up the camera. “Welcome to today’s Friday vlog where we will be…”

Matt takes the camera, “trying the food at…” 

Chris gets into the shot and yells, “The Copper Kitchen!”

Nick hits Chris in the head “Don’t yell in my fucking ear!” 

“Don’t hit me, Dickface!” Chris hits him back while Matt holds the camera and laughs to the side.

The Y/N comes up and loudly asks, “Is this your whole party?” She gives them a disapproving look. 

Matt is the first to speak, “Yes, ma’am, it’s just the three of us today.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” said Nick and Chris in unison. Chris is noticeably more embarrassed than Nick is. He’s absolutely mortified to be seen acting like a child in front of such a beautiful woman.

“Thank you. Let me show you to your table.” She picks up three menus before walking them to their seats. Only when they’re all sitting and looking up at her does she realize that the three boys are triplets. “Can I start you off with something to drink?” 

She points to Matt. “Root beer, thanks.”

She points to Nick. “Water, if you don’t mind.”

She points to Chris. “What’s the best virgin mixed drink you guys have?”

“I’m not sure, but you can never go wrong with a Shirley Temple. Do you want me to go ask the bartender?” She would love to tell Dorset about the sexy triplets that just stumbled in.

“Nope, we’re all good. I’ll take a Shirley Temple and a Pepsi.”

“Great. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks.” 

Y/N practically runs to Dorset. Chris can’t help but watch her ass as she walks to the bar to order his drink. When she returns a few minutes later, she hands Chris his drinks last.

“Thank you for the Pepsi, but this…” he lifts the mixed drink and hands it to her. “is for you, miss…” he pauses to look at her name tag. “Y/N. It’s an apology for making a scene in your restaurant.”  Nick and Matt are in shock over how forward he’s being. Chris has never really flirted in front of them before. It’s kind of weird, but they can see why he has so many girls in and out of his room. 

“Well, thank you…”

“Chris.” he interrupts. “Please, call me Chris.” he gives Y/N a charming smile.

“Thank you very much, Chris. However, my shift is over, and Michelle will serve you for the rest of the night.” 

“I’m sorry to see you go, miss Y/N, but I hope you have a good day.”

“Will do, Chris,” says Y/N before she walks away to sit across the room at the bar. She talks to Dorset about her date tonight while she waits for him. His name is Theo. He’s blonde with deep brown eyes, and from what Y/N can tell from sexting, he’s so fucking good at dirty talk. Unfortunately, he is 30 minutes late to meet her. 

Chris has been relatively quiet for today’s video. He’s been distracted watching Y/N enjoy his drink and seeing her smile and laugh with her friend. She looks somewhat distressed now, and Chris can't help but think he’s found his opening. He makes the boys wrap up the video and leaves to get Y/N’s number. 

He turns on his charm and sits on the stool next to her. “What’s got you so worried, miss Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m being stood up. I’m also pretty sure people under 21 can’t sit at the bar.”

“Who says I’m not 21? Maybe I’m here to buy you another drink.” 

Y/N cocks her eyebrow as she calls her friend over. “Order me something then.”

Chris tries to think his way out of this. “Listen, you guys are friends, right? She’s just been stood up, and a handsome young man would like to buy your friend a drink. I’m sure if you just forget to card me this one time and let me buy her a Shirley Temple with vodka and extra cherries, it would make her night ten times better.”

“My hands are tied, Y/N. You’re my weakness.” she looks to Chris. “Dirty Shirley coming right up.”

“You’re fuckin’ smooth, aren’t you?” asks Y/N. 

Much more confident than he was moments before Chris responds, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Now tell me all about the bad man who hurt you.”

“I’m not really hurt,” she replies, but Chris can tell she’s hiding something. 

“No?” he questions.

Dorset comes with her drink, and Y/N takes a nervous sip. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course you can, Miss Y/N.”

“I’m not hurt. I was just really horny, and I got my nails done for this date, and not I can’t even touch myself at home because my nails are so sharp,” she says, completely embarrassed. She doesn’t make eye contact with him and focuses intensely on eating her maraschino cherries. 

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but…” he leans in, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “ I think I can help you with that.” She doesn’t miss a beat. She takes his hand and drags him to the large family bathroom. Dorset claps and cheers them on openly as they make their way. Y/N makes a mental note to get her back somehow later. 

She palms him through his pants, and Chris grabs her face, pulling her into a rough, hurried kiss. “Oh, fuck. You taste like cherries.” he hikes up her uniform skirt and rubs her over her panties. 

“You have yourself to thank for that.” 

He spins her around so he can watch her face in the mirror as he touches her. “You’re also soaked. Do I have myself to thank for that, too?” before she can say anything, Chris’s finger is spreading her lips apart and playing at her entrance. 

She closes her legs in response. “Nope, not so fast. You gotta eat it first.”

Chris sinks to his knees. “Yes, ma’am.” he wastes no time. He spreads her thighs apart, slides her panties to her knees, and starts lapping at her clit from behind. He’s got to be quick because his brothers are waiting for him. 

She bends over the sink, propping herself up on her forearms. “Oh, fuck!” she groans. 

“Hush, Cherry. Don’t want to get fired for fucking on the job, do we?.” The vibrations from his laugh makes Y/N’s pussy shiver causing her to wiggle a little. Chris loves watching her ass jiggle. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he parts her cheeks and gives her a playful spank. “You have such a cute little asshole. Do you mind if I try?” 

“Yeah, you can try,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face from the mirror. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to give your clit some attention.” 

“Oh, yes! Just like that!” Y/N cries out louder than she means to as his tongue explores her ass. He rubs her clit with the pad of his finger, and she lets out a breathy moan. Chris is hard as a fucking rock, and she’s making such pretty sounds. It’s torture not to touch himself, but he came here to help her out and needs to focus on making her cum. 

“Yeah. Tell me how you like it.” 

“Fingers, please,” she begs. 

“Tell me how many you need, Cherry?”

“Two. Just two, please.” Y/N takes his fingers inside of her with ease. He searches for a moment to find that special spot of hers. “Right there!” 

Chris is so happy with how open she’s been to him. The girls he’s been with recently have been so meek. She’s such a good girl telling him just where she needs him. He works his fingers into her faster, making sure to hit her G spot every time. Y/N starts pushing herself back on his fingers. Chris feels her pussy begin to tighten like a vice around him. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, Cherry. Cum on my fingers.” her legs giveaway as her climax burns through her, and Chris has to hold her up as he tries to work her through it. 

When her orgasm subsides and her vision comes back, Chris is on the floor holding her. She rests her head on his chest and says, “Thank you. That was fucking amazing.”

“Anytime, Cherry. I don’t expect any reciprocation today, but I feel I am owed your phone number.” He hands her his phone, and the new contact is already open. 

“Of course, here’s my number, Chris.” she hands the phone back to him, gets back onto her feet, and pulls her panties up. She leaves without saying goodbye. Chris looks down at his phone and smiles at her contact name. “Y/N🍒 (Sexy Waitress)”

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[etheyll]

Hey pal, may i plz request a nightwing drabble about him cooking breakfast for his s/o like his parents (and Alfred) used to do for him??🥹❤️‍🩹

--gwen

omg this is precious i hope i don't disappoint warnings: none unedited 452 words dick grayson x reader in which dick tries his best to cook you breakfast and everything goes wrong

dick grayson is a loving boyfriend. he tries his best in everything he does, and usually he excels. he doesn't struggle much to pick up new things and retain them. but you made him exceptionally nervous, and he didn't always do well under pressure.

he had woken up early to cook breakfast for you in the hopes of impressing you. nothing too fancy, just his special pancakes. dick figures he can't mess up pancakes of all things. he's proven wrong the moment you stumble your cute self out of bed, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and dragging across the floor.

dick whirls when he hears the softest "dickie?" leave your lips, batter spilling out of the bowl he was holding and all over his slippers. he curses softly, stepping out of the gooey mess and making his way over to you. "in the kitchen," he croons when you poke your head into the doorway.

you have that morning hair that he loves so much, and the bed is calling to him again, seductive whispers to just hold you and cuddle you back to sleep. but he's determined to make you breakfast even if half of it is already spilled across his feet.

"go back to sleep, my love," he insists, though you do no such thing, settling down on the bar stool in the kitchen. you're a heap in those blankets, but you're out of the way, so dick opts to let you remain. when you don't answer with words but instead a muffled hum, dick only offers a small smile before going back to whip up some more batter.

you're sat watching him work, focusing on the flex of his shoulder muscles as he stirs, eyes drinking him in like he was your morning coffee. no, you will never get tired of ogling dick in the morning. the soft sound of sizzling has your attention turning to the pan, batter being poured into it at a steady rate.

it only just now occurs to you that dick is making pancakes. you're sitting there, swinging your legs, lost in thought when dick turns around with a plate in his hands. and slips on the batter in the floor, tumbling straight to the ground. you stifle a laugh as you hop off your stool, crouching in front of him with those ridiculously adorable eyes of yours. dick thinks he might stare into them forever if his pride (and hip) wasn't so bruised.

"are you okay?" you offer, soft hands cupping his face, and he think he might purr it feels so good.

"i ruined breakfast," he manages softly, disappointed.

you only smile and kiss his head. "come on, let's make some more."

#dc #batman #nightwing #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader

[milkmily]

Dreams [Simon Riley]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader SMUT

No use of y/n(code name is Eggs), it's really short sorry 😭

"That's it sweetie, take me all in." Ghost whispered in your ear. You kept sinking into his cock, making you moan. It felt like it would never end. His cock was stretching you so good, making you hold on to his thighs as you kept sinking in.

"S-So big…" You say and let out a breath, finally having him all in. "Fuck, you are dripping." He says in a deep voice that makes you more turned on. "You wanna make your Lieutenant proud, Eggs?" He asked as he gently cupped your breasts and squeezed them. "Y-Yessss…!" you wanted to start moving, hop on his cock till there is no end. He gently pinches your nipple and you cup your hands on top of his. "Fuck, aren't you cute? Taking me all in so well." He whispered and lifted his mask, only seeing his lips. He made you turn to look at him and he kissed you. It was a wet sloppy kiss, saliva coming out of the corner of your mouth.

He holds your hips, lowers himself, and starts to move. He would gently move his hips in a circular motion and would gently thrust into your pussy. You pulled away from the kiss, needing to breathe and moan. But Ghost cups your face and makes you turn to look at him, crushing his lips into yours. You moaned in the kiss as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Fuck, he felt so good, way better then you imagined.

"Keep Quiet, Eggs." He says and moves his hand down in-between your thighs. "Wouldn't want to wake up the others, do you?"

"N-No…fuck!" You bit your lower lip as you tried your hardest to not moan louder. He started to rub gentle circles on your clit, making you arch your back, the back of your head falling on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and covered your mouth. "That's it, sweetie, keep that mouth of yours quiet." He says and suddenly holds tightly onto your hips and harshly thrust in you, making you yelp. "G-Ghost, f-fuck! Faster please!!" You yelled, no longer caring if the rest heard your begs and screams. They would just hear how good Ghost was fucking your wet cunt.

Ghost lets out a shaky chuckle and moves faster. "You love this cock, don't you?" He says as he thrust deeper into you, making you shake your head. "Y-Yes! Yes yes yes yes…" you were so cock drunk, it drove him ever more crazy! He wanted to fill up your pretty pussy with his thick load and see it drip out.

"I-I'm going to c-cum!" You yelled and held the back of his head. "Fuck, you coming on this dick?"

"Y-Yes! Ghost Y-Yes please!"

"Eggs…" Ghost calls. Ghost suddenly stopped, making you turn to look at him. He was smiling at you and he suddenly said, "Wake up."

Your eyes go wide and the sudden bright sun blinds you, making you yell and cover yourself with your blanket. "What the fuck!" You yelled and took the covers off. "I was having such a good dream, I was-" you look up to see the masked man in front of you. "Wake up Eggs, you'll be late. Does your alarm not work or some shit?" Your face feels hot and you squeeze your thighs. "I'll be there, sorry Lt." You say and he nods. He walks out and you just stare at the door. You grabbed your pillow and screamed into it.

What if I said something while I slept? I do talk in my sleep. Fuck… I'm getting my ass fired! Omg!

There was a sudden knock on your door, making you jump, "Hurry it up Eggs!"

"Yes Sir!" You yelled and hopped off your bed.

Ghost rolled his eyes and leaned on the wall, waiting for you. He looks down at his hands and sighs as he sees a tent in his pants.

Ghost looked at the time and saw you hadn't walked out of your room. He hurries to your door and gently opens it. That's when he heard it. "Ghost…yes…hmmm…" he watched as you moved around in your bed, thighs pressing together. He watched and looked at your chest. Something in him wanted to feel you, touch you, kiss you even. You were wearing a thin tank top, you could almost see your breast through them. It was driving him crazy. He cleared his throat, getting his head out of the gutter, and called, "Eggs?" Nothing. "Eggs! Wake up!" And that was when you woke up.

Ghost groans and looks around. He walks away and goes to his room.

#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #smut #cod smut

[chaosology]

lurking ii

sam kerr x reader (social media)

sorry for such a wait? hope it is ok, you know i love a slowburn :) more to come. part i is here | materlist

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dailymailau Matilda’s Skipper Sam Kerr and the team has touched down in Perth ahead of Friday’s game. See the rest now 👉📷

kerrmylife mums home finally, the kids missed you

y/nlovies omg

margotmyheart need all the famous aussies to get together rn

liked by myy/n, samanthakerr20 and 842,220 others

y/nofficial back in the motherland!

harinef we miss you ☹️

mybestbarbie Does this mean she’s back in Perth?

mothery/n yes!! that’s where she grew up

alannakennedy So lovely to meet you! ❤️

y/nofficial ⚽️ ⚽️

wifeykerr 👀

mothery/n let sam and y/n meet please :’)

elliecarpenter 🥰🥰

liked by mothery/n, samkerr20updates and 9,721 more

y/nkerrtruther had to make an IG for all my detective work, but i swear my faves are hanging out!! Sam deleted her story so quick but it’s definitely the same place the team was eating at 👀 👀

mothery/n i’d actually die if we had proof of them even slightly interacting

kerrkerrkerr frrr i’d actually die

y/nkerrtruther keep up the prayer circles guys it’s paying off

emilia.jodes such a reach but ok

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y/nupdatesig CONFIRMED ✅ Y/N was hanging out with the Australian soccer team today!

y/nlovies yay!!! this is so cute

hesflower oh so she goes on holiday while Harry suffers after the break up? never liked her anyway

y/nupdatesig it’s literally her hometown… she’s visiting family

harrykisses she moved on way to fast for my taste… like bitch u should be CRYING

tillies.2023 grow the fuck up omg

leila.russle my faves together 😭

stylesy/l/n4ever did you see that blind that they posted earlier???

y/nlovies no i don’t follow Deuxmoi :(

mothery/n i just reposted it !!!

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mothery/n posted by Deuxmoi. Hoping the delulu H*rry fans hop off her dick 🙏

alannasgoal HAHAH caption

mia_y/l/n i always wanna believe but DM is dodgy asf

jason.cirello From one man to the next I see 🙄

mothery/n who said it was a man. also, fuck off

y/nkerrtruther let her LIVE omg

y/nkerrtruther compiling evidence as we speak.

mothery/n god’s work

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y/nupdatesig Y/N and a friend were at the Matilda’s game today in Perth! Sent by a fan who said she apparently was in the VIP box

flowersformini damnnn they became friends fast

nadiabelova can’t u just pay to sit there??

flowersformini nope! this one is team invite only

y/nkerrtruther ain’t nobody prove me wrong yet

amymarchapologist bruh “a friend” that’s timmy chalamet

liltimmy.tim Wait, are they dating? Why is he with her in Perth

anymarchapologist he’s come over with her before!! They’re old friends, he visits her family all the time

mothery/n she’s there for the hot girls. just like me fr 💯

harrysguitar stop forcing this on her, she probably just likes football

mothery/n the fuck she doesn’t lmao, she’s said it before

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samanthakerr20 Thank’s for having us, Optus! See you next week 😉

mackenziearnold Sick as 🔥

kerrkerrkerr killing whoever pushed u queen

y/nofficial thanks for the tix, sammy! ⚽️ 🥅

y/nkerrtruther IT’S HAPPENING

mothery/n OMGGGGG

alannasgoal they’re probably just friends tho

optusstadium Our pleasure 💛💚

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perthnow She’s home! See the beach pics today via our link in bio 🔗

mothery/n hawtttt

mackenzzzie i heard she’s not the only one who was there 👀

y/nlovie RIP harry u fumbled a baddie

styles_2856 shut up wtf she’s a cheater

y/nlovie pls stop pulling this out of ur ass omg leave her alone

y/nkerrtruther THAT’S SAM’S DOG

y/nkerrtruther HANG ON WHY DID SHE LIKE THE POST???

mothery/n omg she's looking for y/n content i swear

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr requests #fanfiction #sam kerr fanfiction #sam kerr fanfic #woso x reader #matildas x reader #sam kerr imagine #social media au #sam kerr social media #sam kerr x fem!reader #sam kerr cx actress!reader #woso fanfiction #woso imagine #lurking part 2

[isaksbestpillow]

I'm going to react to the first episode of Only Friends now. Let's go bisexuals and whower else is out there 💒🏩🙅🍑📞⛑️💊🔞☣️⚧️

• We start with Mew! 🐛🐍 pick ur Mew because i bet this man has some issues

• ajsksk please no singing, it's too early in the game.........

• ah, first, khaotung and a public toilet 🚽 something lgbt is about to happen

• should i just pee on your head then. Are we gonna get the first (?) BL golden shower. I hope not because i am not mentally prepared.

• aaaand here comes the vomit 🎊 glad they left as a group though!!

• is that arm pit hair in my opening segment??? Woohoo

• Drake???

• the whole cast is already so good!! Neo is on fire! 🔥🔥

• no wonder sand is always in a mood when he has to wear that biker jacket in the tropical heat

• force is already so sleazy in this role, I'm loving it. That's a man who obsesses over his dick size and talks about cryptocurrency 🤢

• just sand lovingly gazing at ray's post-vomit face. They're meant to be 😭😭😭

• DRAKE?????

• Boston the City of Sluts 🤝

• I feel like jerking off to your client's thirst traps wasn't in the customer service training manual 💀

• omg............ ⚰️ I'm gonna hop on the bostonnick shipping train ignoring all facts and reality

• i don't condone smoking unless it's for homosexual reasons

• ajskslld the cringe!!! 🙈🙉🙊 Top is a man of performance

• a solid first episode that already established a lot for the characters and I can't wait to get more!

• judging from what i know so far, i think what the characters need is

Mew: therapy

Ray: rehab

Boston: a hobby

Top: a lesson

Sand: a break

Nick: employment

Cheum: account on ao3

#only friends the series #ofts #well frankly they all need therapy

[elvisslut]

That Elvis fic was AMAZING, could you possibly write a part 2 where he fucks her?

A/n- HII omg yes ofc! This is my first request thank you anon!

Happiest is a butterfly pt.2

||TW: SMUT, gunplay, blood, virginity being taken||

NOT PROOF READ

With every bone in your body you wanted to hop his. Every single time you seen him. You were growing desperate for him and nothing helped. You couldn’t just ask him to fuck you that’s unprofessional…though what you did a few weeks ago wasn’t very professional either.

He walked down the stairs and turned the corner to the kitchen seeing you wiping up the counters. Today only had you on shift out of all the maids and helpers so the only people roaming these rooms were the mafia.

You hummed along to a song in your head as you happily over thought scenarios with elvis and cleaned the counter just the way you were supposed to. Elvis smirks and crosses his arms watching as you dance along to the music in your head.

He shakes his head and goes over to you gripping your hips, startling you. You straighten up and look behind you. “Mr. Presley! You scared me..” he chuckles and moves his hands from your hip to your pelvis.

You swallow back as you feel his hands. “Say..hows ‘bout…I take somethin’ of yours?” He huffs in your ears his nose rubbing against your ear as he does. He smirks and pulls you back to feel what exactly he was talking about. “You can take anything you from me mr.Presley.” You smile pressing your hand on his.

“As much as i wanna take ya over this counter I can’t right now..lets go up to my room. Ya can stay the night and lemme take care of ya after” that didn’t sound too bad, so you agreed and walk with him to the his room upstairs.

“Lay down doll ‘m goin’ to grab somethin’” yoh nod and go to the bed laying down, elvis is quick to come back a smirk on his face. He lifts you up and pulls your shirt off laying you back down and pressing kisses on your skin.

He works your bra off and pulls it off your arms. His big hands grope at your breast making you suck in a breath. Watching him as he stares down at you with pure lust.

“Such a nice body..ya take good care of yourself baby..” he praises leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. He moves his hands down your abdomen to your pants undoing them.

“Baby ‘s gonna hurt like hell when i start this..im warnin’ ya now” he says sweetly, you nod and put your hands on his biceps feeling the muscles move under your hands.

He tugs your pants down to see you didn’t put your panties on this morning. He snickers and shakes his head, putting his hand to the waistband of his pants and pulling of his gold revolver his pride and joy.

You suck in a breath and widen your eyes. “Relax babygirl i aint gonna hurt ya yittle’” he chuckles, after a second he presses the cold gold to your clit making you close your eyes and take in the pleasure.

He slides the gun up and down in your slick getting the tip of the gun wet, biting down on his lip and undoes his pants and pulls out his dick pumping his hand on it to harden it up even more.

“Okay baby..this will hurt..and theres probably goin’ to be a little blood” he says you give a nod ready to have him, take him and please him. “Im ready mr.Presley” you say as he sets the gun on your belly and grabs your legs wrapping them around him.

“Elvis..call me Elvis i want ya to moan it” he says lining him the. Grabbing the gun again. “Yes si-oh!” You’re cut off with a large pain your eyebrows frowning. “E-elvis..out please..oh god!” You groan wiggling a bit.

“Its okay baby..its okay..it’ll pass..just be my strong little girl” he coos in a groan. “So damn tight..god i can hardly fit” he breathes, he bottoms out and holds your hips down with his free hand as he runs the gun up your thigh waiting for you to get used to him.

After a bit pleasure starts to over come the pain and he starts to move his hips grunting each time he hits your walls. Blood starting to come out as a sign he’s officially taken your virginity. “Atta girl..”he bellows pressing the gun against your hardened nipple.

Your hips push against his hand as you try to arch your back. “Elvis! You feel-…s-so good” you moan. Hearing your name fall from your lips like that made him grunt and pull the gun up your body to your face.

“Open-..goddamn..so- oh fuck..” you open your mouth for him letting him put the revolver in your mouth. He pulls it in and out simulating a dick. “Use both your damn slut traps..might just use the third next time baby” he says with a dark chuckle moving the gun out your mouth and laying it on your clit.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours as he moves his hips faster moaning in each others mouths. You felt pressure in your belly build up as he rams into you. “Gonna-..gonna cum.” You moan against his lips.

“Let yourself go for me” he says lifting up his head and gripping your thighs. After a few more thrusts you cum around him your walls squeezing him sending him over the edge. He moans with you as you come down from your high and he shots his cum into you.

“Oh holy fuck” he huffs pulling out and falling beside you moving the gun off you. “Ya did so good” he says with a smile looking over at you and wrapping his arms around you. You huff for air and rake your hands over his exposed chest hair peeking out from his shirt.

“Can we stay like this for a moment?” You ask, in that moment you realize your feelings grew for him and you felt love for your boss.

He chuckles and nods. “I don’ see why not.”

#austin butler elvis #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis music #elvis photos #elvis presley #elvis smut #elvis songs #elvis the king #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning #but it made me laugh too hard and I was like #no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD #but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck #only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao #I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad #anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD #but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know???? #after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute #everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao #I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!! #I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes #also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing #okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #tw: alchohol mention

[earthtoharlow]

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: i want it, I got it

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user: just fell to my knees in target

user: just saw someone fall to their knees in Target

user: Jack & Y/N are so cute 🥺

neelamthadhani: I was wondering what he was doing on the phone for so long

druski2funny; you’re welcome 🫶

yourinsta: nigga please 🤣

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: don’t subtweet me

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user: cracking tf up !! He would put that on the card

urbanwyatt: 😮‍💨 my guy

user: name a better husband I’ll wait

kehlani: y’all so good together 🫶

yourinsta: don’t tell me what to do

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: every night feels like date night when I’m with you

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user: idk who I’m more jealous of

user: look at my mother!!!

urbanwyatt: mom and dad 🤪

yourinsta: ew hop off my dick 🤢

user: stop omg 😭

user: I know that yt man sick of her

jackharlow: 😐

yourinsta: sorry let me try again

yourinsta: love you my pookie stink stink

jackharlow: I’m deleting this post

#jack harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow reader #social media au #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow social media au

[preacherscainnibal]

its really weird to be obsessed with a person like you are… like maybe chill? back off of her and just focus on liking the aesthetic like wtf…super weird how you admit to focusing SO HARD on her.. i have ADHD and hyperfixation so i get it but like idk i get creepy and cringe vibes lmao

dude shut the fuck up i literally am just a person who is really inspired by her and i make songs and shit inspired by hayden and other people hop off my dick and you being anonymous just says it all like dude like im a FANPAGE thats what we do we make pages for people we enjoy listening or watching and we make things related to or about that person like you are overthinking it like tell me how am i being creepy is it because i drew the two diagrams of the ring she made on her youtube out of inspiration and genuine interest bc i like the way she thinks and also i drew it because other fucking people were saying they couldnt see or read her handwriting so i spent time drawing it and it was fun thats what us fans do we spend our time making something abt someone we like for an example fanart are you gonna call that creepy or is it me saying she looks adorable in this screenshot i took that btw lots of ppl liked and reblogged so might as well call them creepy like complimenting someone isnt creepy dude also in that post i was age regressing during that so me saying omg she has puppy dog eyes like me regressing caused me to say that and i was using emotions and stuff anf i wad happy like if anything you're weird idk what did i do thats creepy like is it me making a post talking abt "how to write lyrics like hayden" if its that then like wtf like damn i cant get inspiration these days huh like have you ever thought abt an artist and said "hmm i wonder whats their thought process or how they make lyrics?" and ppl like me think that and a lot of people love haydens lyrics so i made a fucking post on how to make lyrics similar to hers and im also a poet so these things are interesting to me and my hyperfixatuons and if you understood hyperfixations like you say you do then you wouldnt be talking to me would you like give me reasons on how im being creepy like this shit is genuinely stupid and random lmaoo like its super weird to admit and expose yourself like that with such a lame sorry ass opinion thinking you did something like its some ouu i gotcha moment

#preachers daughter #ethel cain #cain #ethel #mother cain #southern gothic #hayden anhedönia #southern goth aesthetic #god loves you but not enough to save you

[didhewinkback]

I loved the new blurbs 🥺. Made me think of how did YN react to listening to Harry's albums. Or do they have a special traditions for the first listen to each album since his 1D days? Was she there for the ONOs?

omg hi sweet angel this has been in my inbox for weeks and as an apology i wrote u a novel i wish i was kidding

the first time happened when you were 17, hanging out in his massive flat he shared with Louis, the two of you looking at each other in disbelief every so often because "not even Gemma has her own flat" when he disappeared for a second, coming back with a mischievous glint in his eye, holding something behind his back.

"Wanna do something illegal?" he asked and your brow crinkled in confusion when he revealed the ipod he was holding, your eyes darting from the ipod to the look on his face, his eyebrows wiggling, a mix of nerves and excitement on his face.

"Oh my god," you said, hopping off the couch when realization dawned on you. "Is the single on there?"

"Yeah, 'm definitely not allowed to do this but 've been dying to know what you think so I don't really give a shit," he says, laughing when you squeal. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the couch, sitting next to you as he untangles the headphones, handing you an earbud. You find yourself too excited to hear the music to pay much attention to the sparks that zing through you when your hands brush. He takes a deep breath, thumb hovering over the play button, eyes rushing over your face before you just about burst. 

“Oh my god play it -” you say, reaching for the ipod as he giggles, pressing play and you freeze, as the first few notes start to play, gasping when his verse comes in after Liam’s, hands coming up to cover your mouth before he quickly pulls at your wrists.

“No, don’t - want to see your face” he says, and you can’t look right at him, focusing on the music instead of his eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, feeling a blush take over your face but you’re too into the song to care, feeling like you can’t catch your breath. 

It’s good, like one of those pop songs that will never leave your head. It’s bright, it’s fun, and he sounds great on it, they all do. You can’t stop the wide smile growing on your face as you bop along, feeling like you could burst with pride. This isn’t an 80s x factor cover, it’s theirs, it’s his and it’s going to be massive.

The song ends and you look over at him, the tentative look on his face like he doesn’t already know exactly how you feel about it, can’t see it written all over your face.

“You like it?”

“It’s so good. It’s so bloody catchy and you sound amazing.” you say breathlessly and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head a bit as a blush grows on his cheeks. “I think it’s going to be massive.”

“Does it make me a huge dick to say I think so too?”

“Yes” you say without hesitation and he tilts his head back, roaring with laughter and you’re helpless to do anything but join in. 

“Play it again,” you say, once your laughter dies down, the two of you wiping tears from your eyes and he smiles at you, big and radiant and presses play.

That’s your best mate and he’s going to be on the bloody radio, he’s going to be bigger than radio, they’re going to be everywhere, the song too catchy to deny them that level of success, of fame. Everything’s going to change but right now, you can’t bring yourself to think about all the negatives, only how exciting it is to watch the person you love most be on the precipice of having all their dreams come true. 

It becomes a tradition from then on, no matter where the world takes him, he always finds a way to you a few months before the album comes out, the ipod sometimes just sound files on his phone, cheeky smirk on his face as he asks “Wanna do something illegal?”. Sometimes you’re even let into the recording process, though you don’t care to spend too much time with the 30 year olds he writes songs with. He sits quietly while you listen to the full albums then demands you list your favorites, smile breaking through in 2013 when you immediately list “Happily”, smile transforming his face as he, absolutely chuffed, tells you “I wrote that one” to which you immediately punch him, wondering why he didn’t tell you, what he would’ve done if you said you hated it and he just shrugged and said completely deadpan “Would’ve cried.” 

His schedule ramps up in the years that follow, becoming much more draining, the bags under his eyes darker than usual but he still finds time to text you from across the world, “Wanna do something illegal?” and you quickly run into a private study room to answer his facetime as he plays you his favorite tracks, the ones he’s most proud of, his eyes never leaving your face. 

In early 2017, he shows up unannounced on your doorstep, nervously spinning his keys in his hand, adjusting the cap on his head as he asks if you want to go for a long drive. You’re about an hour in, the city far in your rearview,  talking about everything and nothing when he turns the radio down with shaky hands, clearing his throat before he says: 

“Wanna do something illegal?” 

“Are you serious?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper, heart thundering in your chest. “The first single or -?”

“The whole thing. Need y’ to be one of the first to hear all of it.” he says, looking the most nervous he ever has during one of these. “It’s - ‘s different than the stuff I made with the boys ‘nd I need -”

“Oh my god, just play it!!!” you say.

He refuses to pull off the winding road, no one around for miles, claiming he’s too nervous to sit there and just stare at your reaction so he presses play, eyes constantly darting over to look at you. 

You’re overwhelmed, emotions swirling through you as his voice comes through the speakers, sounded stronger than ever before, more emotional, more grown up, more everything. You reach out to clutch his bicep when he starts hitting the high notes at the end of sign of the times, neither of you acknowledging the fact that you don’t let go until several songs later, the look on his face as you rave in your debrief making you feel like you’re on fire. 

It’s far different the next time, you’re different, your friendship is different, more distance between you than ever before as you try your best to make yourself forget these feelings you’ve felt for him since you were fifteen because he was engaged now and they would never be reciprocated. Despite your best efforts, you still felt your stomach sink in disappointment when instead of his usual text you get an evite to an album listening party with his family and mates, no longer a tradition the two of you can have solo, not when he’s got a fiance he’s singing about. 

You seriously consider skipping out, knowing it will cause you more pain than anything else but even despite all this distance and weirdness between you, you still show up, not ready to give up on tradition even though this is different than usual years,  opting to hang around his family, making small talk conversation with him when you cross his path, despite his best efforts to engage you in more. At one point, he lets out a deep huff of frustration and grabs you by the elbow, pulling you off to the far corner of the studio. 

“‘M sorry this isn’t - ,” he starts to say before Jeff takes command of the room, inviting everyone to take their seats. You offer him a small smile and take your seat next to Gemma, doing your best to maintain a game face once the album starts to play, trying not to let anyone see how much your heart is breaking, feeling every time his eyes land on your face but not daring to look up, not trusting what you would do if you looked over to see him with an arm around her waist, her hands clasped onto his forearm, massive diamond ring gleaming in the light. 

Once the final song plays you’re out of there, saying quick goodbyes as you head out, not able to stay for a debrief, not willing to talk about those songs, how they’re the best he’s ever done, how it doesn’t matter much that you think that, how they’ll never be about you. Feeling like your pathetic twenty year old self again, barely able to see straight as you beeline for the tube, not stopping for a second, completely missing the way his voice called after you. If he can break tradition, so can you. He’s got a room full of people who love him, he doesn’t need you. 

A year and a half later, you’re woken up with a soft shake and kisses on your cheek. 

“Baby” you hear as you blink yourself away, trying to reorient yourself in the surroundings. “Sorry to wake you, know it’s late -”

“What time is it?” you slur out, still halfway between asleep and awake.

“Half past one,” he says, laughing when you grunt and try to roll over. “I know baby but do y’-”

He takes a deep breath, kissing your cheek as he rubs his arms down your sides, you can feel the mattress sink from where he sits down next to you. 

“Wanna do something illegal?” he asks and your eyes shoot open as he huffs a laugh against your skin. 

“You’re serious?” you ask, “It’s done?” 

He nods, tired eyes gleaming as he stares at you, brushing a knuckle down your cheek. 

“Want y’ to be the first to hear it.” 

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, holding tight murmuring about how proud you are in his ear before you pull away. He kisses you slowly and after some time you make your way down to the studio, settling in on the couch while he sits behind the mixer turning his chair towards you as he presses play, delighting in your every reaction, particularly when you gasp “I said that to you while you were inside me and you put it in a song?!” At some point he comes over, laying your feet on his lap squeezing every so often, eyes never leaving your face. 

“Wrote this one about you years ago,” he murmurs softly, chuckling when you shake your head in disbelief. “You’ve always been on my mind.” 

And this time, when the traditional debrief ends with the two of you wrapped up in each other, the album playing in the background, barely making noise over your gasps, well…some traditions were meant to change. 

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You were absolutely at the ONOs, typically you’d only attend the London one but he was about to burst out of his skin with anxiety so you made the trip to NYC, surprising him at his flat, the look on his face making you all instantly forget your jetlag as he wrapped his arms around you, mumbling thank yous into your hair. The two of you prided yourselves on your privacy and subtlety, how you’ve learned to move through public spaces together but these shows were a bit of an exception, the way he kept locking eyes with you, singing certain lyrics to you and you alone though the crowd was none the wiser as he turned back to them, relishing in their adoration, the way they knew every word despite the album coming out only hours before. They felt like the tip of the iceberg, the reactions he was getting unlike anything you've ever seen and it felt like you were back in that london flat in 2011 all over again, watching the love of your life on the precipice of having all of his dreams come true. it felt bigger this time, somehow. never imagining just how much his life and, in turn yours, was going to change over the next year, never knowing how big it could truly get. only knowing you were along for the ride, determined to be by his side no matter what.

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#okay i know i say i didnt edit this but this time i MEAN IT #this is word vomit in a way its been in my inbox forever i needed to get it out #its also a full novel #sos #something old #sot #if ur still here anon pls let me know what you think ! its alll 4 uuuuu

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Just rewatched 1x04 “Dogs” and here’s what I got for ya :D

Carmy’s “It’s on me now,” when talking about the debt Mikey and Richie put The Beef in, he doesn’t want to get into it being “his brother’s house,” it seems like everything there leads back to Michael, and that’s how he likes it, but he never wants to talk about it

“Name one cohort, name an associate” is one of my favorite lines lmao

Carm seems especially hot tempered in this bit, maybe because he doesn’t want to be catering a kids party, maybe he’s just not doing great after Mike’s birthday

“I answer to Jeff, the system” I love how T has incorporated Carmy into her idea of how The Beef functions, at some point he became part of the system :]

Carmy going to Cicero’s old address both shows how much everything has changed while he was gone and that he very much didn’t have the energy to keep track of any of it

One of the big displays of how the Berzattos want to be listened to but never listen to each other is the Cicero vs Richie argument, they’ve been at each other’s throats over a simple misunderstanding for 5 whole years

I need the “how she fell down those stairs” story please please please

I’m sure we’ve seen the post about the Mr Szorski (?) and how if someone heard “one of the Berzatto boys committed suicide” their head would easily go to Carmy instead of Mikey and… yeah ow

People should call Richie “Dick” more, it’s literally his name

“Richie what the fuck is that?” Carmy asks and you can almost hear his stomach drop in his voice when he sees the Xanax, also, this in combination with the “is there a name for that thing where you’re scared of a good thing happening because you think something band’s gonna happen?” “Life?” Starts to feel like Richie does genuinely have anxiety shit, and Carm’s “Who doesn’t?” Creates an interesting dynamic between them, they’re both really fucked up and reassuring the other that it’s completely normal

Gotta love Carm’s brag of “homemade Ecto-cooler motherfucker!”

And Chester’s “it’s this radiant orchid that’s fly as fuck”

There’s also the post about Marcus blowing off his work for the donuts because he thinks that level of dedication is what Carmy wants and the 1x07 breakdown mostly being the result of miscommunication, and yeah, Marcus’ “I want it to be perfect, like that plum” contributes to that

“You have given Marcus a lot of confidence, well done” from Ebra to Syd is so sweet omg

When Carmy has to go inside the party, he asks for ketchup from anyone and everyone, trying to get out of there ASAP

I think one of Carmy’s biggest love languages is words of affirmation, ie: Pete saying he worked at the best restaurant in the world (and that’s not an exaggeration), plus Pete telling him later about following his career and stuff, and suddenly Carmy likes Pete now

Jimmy goes “that fuckin kid” and Richie just says “that kid” in a way that feels detached, pretty much any time Richie talks about Mike, it feels like he’s just stating facts and trying to keep his emotions out of it as much as possible

Pete (loml) being so insufferably awkward <333

But also him being so sincere and “she also really missed you a lot too,” Carm’s been completely bombarded by his family yelling at him and I can only imagine how nice it was to hear that

Unless the cross got stuck by his coat or something, Carm’s necklace is just a gold chain

Cicero isn’t Italian, but he’s still related to Carm’s dad

“When was the last time you saw him?” And “he never lands” both point to him being alive (at least that they know of, this is a reckless guy that was last seen 20 years ago)

“Drugs, alcohol, gambling, mostly because he insisted on doing stupid fuckin shit all the time” Carmy’s eyes looks up from what he was doing to look at the picture again and I have this thought that this is him going ‘hey, that sounds familiar’ and Jimmy starts talking about Carm’s dad hopping careers and Carm knows for sure that Michael was a lot like his dad

“I’m in there for 5 minutes, I start thinking about bad shit” “I think that’s why I like it so much,” he’s not someone who avoids reliving his traumas, he’s always trying to take what hurt him and regain power over it, and now, we know he’s aware of this pattern of his

I think the kid in Cicero’s dream was Carmy. I think he really tried to look out for the Berzatto siblings, but the other two were already affected by their dad’s presence, unlike Carmy who just saw his absence, but Cicero always tried to put on a brave face and offer a helping hand to Carm. They seem close

“Taste it and tell me it’s shitty,” I don’t think Tina’s ever had that level of effort and care required of her in The Beef, and now, she’s terrified that when she really, truly cares, it won’t be good enough

But it is, and her “Thanks Jeff… Chef” means the world to me

Carmy isn’t good at articulating his thoughts, but sometimes, he’ll figure out his own methods of non-verbal communication, like his point to Marcus, and I think Marcus does get his intended “I care, good job Chef, I love to see you improving” from it

So I think that is all!

#my bear rewatch #the bear #the bear fx #the bear meta #headcanon #theory #thought dump #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #jimmy cicero #uncle jimmy #tw drugs #marcus brooks #marcus the bear #tina the bear #sydney adamu