#blurbs

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I'm just imagining how Jason Todd would deny the fact he is falling for you the whole time. You're a constant in his life, calm and caring. Always cleaning and wrapping his wounds and letting him be angry while just giving him a soft, sweet smile.

You knew you loved him, but oh boy, did he fall harder.

A/n: why did you do this to me! I love it.

You were the one who alway's the one that chased the nightmares away, helped when the world go to hard, when it got hard to breathe.

Jason would often think he wasn't enough, that he did not deserve you. 'You deserve to be with someone whose mind is not fucked up.'

You'd just give him a smile then cup his cheek gently with your hand. "I don't want anyone else, I want you Jason, the man who loves with all his heart. Who would die protecting the one's he loves...you may not believe it but you're my world and if you're not in it then that's not a place I want to be."

Jason cried into your shoulders that night.

So while you may have fell for him first, Jason Todd fell second and a whole lot harder.

[spookypeachpitt13]

dr. robby “can you just hold me for a bit please?” perhaps my liege?

You were in the grocery store with Robby on a Sunday morning doing your weekly shop. It’s not normal that Robby is with you, usually he’s working Sundays. When he found out he was off, he insisted he joined you on all the daily errands.

He was craving a domestic, coupley doing couple stuff, customary experience. He NEEDED it for his sanity.

You were reaching up trying to grab a box of Honey Nut Cheerios from the top shelf when you feel Robby’s hand on your hip. He reaches up over you and grabs the box without any problem and puts it in the cart.

You turn around smiling ready to say ‘thank you, handsome’ and you notice his eyes are red and brimming with tears. Your face changes to concern and you place your hands on his forearms in an attempt to ground him.

“Hey…focus, Michael…tell me what’s causing this” you say in a soft voice, maintaining his eye contact.

“It’s just…I didn’t realize it’s Adamson’s birthday until I was in the chip aisle…I saw those stupid peanut pretzel things he always ate and it just hit me” he sighs and shakes his head trying to remove the emotion from his mind.

“What can I do, my baby?” You keep the questions in the moment, keeping him focused on logical thought. Derailing the Robby Emotion Express before it left the station was key in his therapy journey.

“Can you just…hold me for a second?” He asks, letting out a deep breath. Without hesitation or worry that you’re both standing in the cereal aisle at 9:30 am on a Sunday morning, you wrapped your arms around him. You engulfed all of him, arms and all. His head rested against your shoulder and instantly started to relax.

You threaded your fingers from one hand in the hair in the back of his head and started gently scratching. Your other hand smoothed up and down his back. You let out soft soothing “shhhh”s and you find yourself rocking the both of you back and forth slowly.

He lets out a long satisfying breath and tightens his arms around your waist breathing in your perfume. He hums low in his throat and you can feel the stress and tension leaving his body.

He separates enough from you to kiss your lips gently in gratitude and smiles gently. “Thank you, Cara Mia” he says with a genuine smile. He nuzzles his nose against yours and backs away to lean against the cart.

“Forever and always, Mon Cher” you say cheekily and thread your arm through his to walk with him.

“Gimme the list? Let’s see what’s checked off” he says, grabbing his glasses from his pocket and takes the list from your extended hand. You leaned into him as you walked lazily out of the cereal aisle and onto the produce section.

[hyperfixiation-station]

Random quotes from cod fic ideas that I have that aren't tangible enough to actually write anything with but I have thoughts about anyways. If these isnprie you okease feel free to use!! Just tag me so I can read it XD

I can not hold my tongue and he can not understand that I am just a child. That's the way he's always been, never able to hold his tongue when it's good for him. And the way it still is, mouthing off to superiors and enemies and everyone in between. He says he got his call signed because he's so good at clearing out buildings... Really he got it because a drill sergeant made him eat soap for mouthing off.

Don’t go where I can not follow. The whispered pleading of a broken man. Stay with me. I need you. A broken, desperate man.

You don't care, you had told yourself. Over and over and over again like a mantra. And yet, at the sight of him coming home, no matter how beaten and bruised, you turned into a sobbing mess. You launched yourself at him, sobs tearing from your throat as he flew backward, too unstable to remain standing.

"This is a suicide mission."

"If tonight is the night that I die, then I will give a performance worthy of being my last act." You smile at him, "I made my choice the day I signed up. I am, and walys have been, willing to die for what's right."

To be updated as I get more ideas i guess

[seungisms]

리노. thinking about dryhumping with minho. he likes to underestimate you, so fucking smug and cocky and saying the meanest shit just to get under your skin. he just thinks you look so cute the angrier you get. but he doesn’t find it too funny when you’re sat all pretty on his lap, working his swollen cock back and forth across his stomach underneath your drenched cunt - and there’s nothing he can do about it but fist the edge of the bed frame where you have him cuffed, muttering something under his breath about how he’s gonna fuck you to tears when he figures a way out of those things. 

but he’s shutting up as soon as you’re slowing the movement of your hips, just whimpering and moaning and heavy breathing with every slide of pussy, heated and wet against the length of his sensitive cock. he likes to act composed and like he has you right under his thumb, and usually he does. normally he has you wrapped around his finger with the simple promise of dick, giving you everything before ripping it away when he feels your pussy quivering around his cock, just to see those pretty tears line your lashes when he leaves your cunt sad and empty. but with the way he was panting and whining and damn near crying, desperate to be inside you, he clearly wasn’t as calm and collected as he likes to claim. “please, c’mon. just let me out of these things and i’ll fuck you so good,” he’s still tugging on the cuffs, arms tense and knuckles white, adams apple bobbing as soon as you press down on him even more, not leaving an inch of dick uncovered as bare flesh suffocates the length of his cock. and he’s so sure, so convinced that you’ll give in and give him what he wants, getting rid of those fucking handcuffs and fucking you until you’re sorry for ever putting him in them. “but where’s the fun in that?” that one question is enough to rip all hope away from him, lips quivering and eyes stinging cause he just wants to cum so bad :( 

it’s just so fun to tease minho sometimes - he always acts untouchable, like he’s doing you a favour by dicking you down, like the twitch of his cock was easy to ignore when he’s busy torturing your poor cunt. but now, with the way his eyes are rolling into the back of his skull with every hot drag of your pussy, how he chokes on his whimpers when your cunt shifts forward, hooking against the tip of his dick, feeling the swell of his cock clearing through a sticky mixture of precum and arousal - it was easy to see he wasn’t as in control as he’d like to be. 

he’s also a little impatient, gets a little nasty with his words when the swell of his cock becomes almost painful with the way it was twitching and crying into your pussy - if he moved his hips up even an inch he’d be nudging himself deep into your dripping core and finally finding the release he’s so pitifully chasing after. “gonna make you pay for this. that pussy is as good as fucked as soon as i’m out of these things ugh-“ he’s cutting himself off with a choked gasp, head thrown back and chest heaving when your fingers reach down to press on the drooling slit of his cockhead, continuing to mash his dick back and forth in shallow thrusts, angling your clit so that his cock was barely bumping into the dip of your pussy, just an inch, but enough to coax more of those pretty begs from his lips.

“fuck, so warm. please baby, just let me fuck you, even just the tip. please, swear i’ll be so good for you.” and he’s loud. loud enough that the rest of his members could probably hear him through the walls. hear how pathetic he becomes when he doesn’t get what he wants. but minho can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s so close, throat raw and dick twitching and an unquenched need to cum making his pretty eyes gloss over with tears, cock full and red and crying with precum. his eye twitches with every stroke of pussy, each shallow grind pulling more fucked out whimpers out of him - until finally he’s cumming onto your folds in hot, thick ropes of cum. and it’s so unsatisfying that he could cry, cock sore and softening against your clit, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt in his load until it’s hot and sticky to the touch. his chest is heaving, heartbeat loud in his ears as you continue to grind down onto his limp cock, using his cum to wedge effortlessly between your folds as you use him to get yourself off - the same way he’s done so many times before with your tired pussy. and it’s almost cute the way he chokes and sobs and stutters underneath you, knees trembling and forehead sweaty and toes curling, begging you to finally show him some mercy. 

but why should you? he’s never been nice to you, never paid your pretty whimpers any mind when he’s stretching you out on his dick, laughed straight in your face a few times when you’ve begged him to go easy on you and only fucked you even harder for even suggesting it. and you tell him such, tell him that he’s getting exactly what he deserves. and he hates that you’re right.

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[captain-price-unofficially]

[blahblahblees]

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── fantasize ミ rodrick heffley

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── after some “fun in the sun” the heffley’s catch a side of rodrick that they rarely see.

wc: 785

movie!rodrick heffley x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns)

tw: kissing/making out (?) mentioned

a/n: this was a reblog request :)

RODRICK HAD been known by his to be this “rockstar” who didn’t have much care in the world. He cared more so about his band than his schoolwork and his music more than the chore list that had been miles and miles long that he always made Greg do with the help of Rowley.

But somehow, someway, Rodrick had a small soft spot in his heart for his family and his girlfriend. That spot, though small, could hold the weights of the world and they all knew that in their very special way.

And if girlfriend knew that Rodrick loved her in his own special way.

He wrote songs about her, he invited her to his gigs, he sat around while she study, they made out in the back of his van… all love in his own very special way.

Even now.

It was dark and late into the night when Rodrick had invited her over. She didn’t plan on staying long, not because she didn’t want to, it was because she didn’t want to intrude on the Heffley family dinner, but he, along with Susan, insisted that she was no bother.

But she’d been over for hours and had been cooped up in Rodrick’s room the entire time.

They’d listen to music, they listened to his music, they jumped up and down and called it dancing. They were with each other and this was a side that many people didn’t see of Rodrick, not even his family.

After that, the two of flopped down on Rodrick’s bed. She held her hands over her mouth to stifle her laughter but Rodrick propped himself on his elbow and took his free hand to remove her hands from her mouth.

She continued to stifle her laughs as Rodrick smiled down at her, drawing closer and closer to her lips and gently placed them on top of hers, which quickly made her laughs disappear and more so focus on him.

It was a gentle, exploratory kiss, with Rodrick's lips moving slowly against hers as they both savored the moment. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth along her skin.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, enjoying the feel of it under her fingertips.

As the kiss continued, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing grow shallow. She was completely lost in the moment, her whole being focused on the sensation of his lips on hers.

Rodrick's hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, deepening the kiss even further.

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she never wanted it to end.

THERE WAS a gentle knock on Rodrick’s door and on the other side of it had been his little brother Greg. It wasn’t often that the boy knocked, but he knew that his girlfriend was over and from the previous time… he knew to knock.

But Rodrick nor his girlfriend made any noise on the other side of the door. He continue to knock to let them know that dinner had been ready and they needed to come down to each per Susan’s request.

But again, nothing had been heard on the other side, so he shrugged his shoulders and made his way back downstairs to let his mother know that Rodrick wasn’t answering to his knock.

Susan gently put down her napkin and made her way upstairs into Rodrick’s room. And for Greg? This was gold and was something that could only happen once in his lifetime.

Though he knew that he wouldn’t get into too much trouble by skipping out on dinner, it was enough trouble for Greg to grab his camera and prepare for Rodrick to be completely embarrassed in front of his girlfriend.

So, as soon as Susan knocked on Rodrick’s door, Greg hit record.

“Rodrick, sweetie.” Susan called. “It’s time for dinner.”

But once more, absolutely nothing.

So Susan gently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. And inside laid Rodrick and his girlfriend laying in his bed with their eyes shut. Rodrick’s arm draped over her as her hand laid gently interlocked with his.

Her shirt had been swapped with one of Rodrick’s Löded Diper shirt that neither Greg nor Susan commented on.

Greg groaned, cutting his camera off and making their way back downstairs to eat his dinner with his father and little brother, Manny.

Susan held a small smile on her face, her hand over her heart as she gently shut the door behind her, making note to save some of the dinner for the two of them.

— lucy has something to say !!

i feel as if this is short and i’m sad about it sadge

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[aaronslefttoenail]

NSFW 18+ MDNI

thinking about hotch who pounds into you like you’re nothing, using you as nothing more than just a cock sleeve as he fucks you. and then afterwards, does a complete 180 and peppers you with the most love and affection possible. he praises you, tells you how well you did and that he adores you so much. he’d hold you close, make sure you knew you were safe. and then after he’d get you snacks.

[azzibuckets]

pazzi oneshots masterlist

you have me

i’ll always be your number one fan

all the little things

reputation, or, all the ways i’ve loved you

petty

spoiled

every time we feel

[daddydixonscrossbow]

You convince Daryl to shower with you

“Have you taken a shower yet?”

The way carol’s words rolled off her tongue made you stifle back a giggle. Daryl glances over at you, “Wha’so funny?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, I wasn’t laughing.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as he continues working on his crossbow. Carol looks at you and you nod. She walks away and you stand up, “Hey.”

Daryl continues to ignore you.

“Daryl.”

Nothing.

“Daryl Dixon.” You lay your hand over where he’s working and he sighs, looking up at you, “What?” You nod towards the house, “C’mon.” He stares at you, “Y’can’t be serious, gonna treat me like a dog now?”

He tries to push your hand off, but you hold onto it, “Please.” You tilt your head, batting your lashes at him and he chuckles, “Y’think jus’cause you bat those eyelashes at me, I’ll do whatever y’want?”

“Hasn’t not worked before.” You smirk, “m’not treating you like a dog.” You lean in, whispering in his ear, “wanna shower with you.”

He turns his head, “Why?“

“Do you want to play twenty questions, Dixon? Or do you want to see me naked, and clean?”

He tilts his head, his brows flicking upward, “Can I do this first?” He nods to his bow and you furrow your brows, “Can it wait? Because I can’t.”

He licks his lips, “A’right.” He stands up, following you into the house. You make your way upstairs, looking around for the bathroom. Once you find it, you go in, turning around to make sure Daryl comes in after you.

He pushes the door closed and flips the lock. His eyes scan around the brand new looking bathroom, “Huh, never thought I’d see one’a these again.”

You pull your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the floor and Daryl’s eyes fixate on your chest.

“Lots more where that came from.” You tease as you turn around, reaching in to turn the shower on. You keep your hand under the water, feeling it go from cold to hot, “oh my god, Daryl. Hot water.”

You reach out for his hand but all he can focus on is that you’re topless in front of him. He’ll let you do anything.

He nods, “Yeah, hot water.”

You smirk, shaking your head as you kick off your shoes, bending down to take off your socks before removing your bottoms. You step in, leaning out to motion for Daryl, “C’mon, before there isn’t any left.”

He nods, slowly moving his hands up to pull off his shirt. Your eyes scan up his torso, smiling as your eyes meet his. You close the door, submerging yourself within the stream of a blessing.

You slide your hands down over your hair, stepping back when you hear the door slide open. You give him a small smile, reaching out for him. He takes your hand, pushing the door closed with his other.

He pulls you to him, and his lips were on yours.

Water runs down over the both of you as your lips move in sync. You slide hour hands up, pushing his wet hair out of his face. You reach around, grabbing some shampoo and squeezing it into your hand.

You lather it into his hair, watching as his eyes close as you work your fingers against his scalp, “See, relaxing, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, sure.”

You laugh slightly, reaching around to grab soap. You work the soap over his shoulders, then his chest. You motion for him to turn around, and he complies. You work it all over his back, leaning in to wrap your arms around his waist. He lays his hands on yours, spinning around to rinse off his back. He tilts his head back, rinsing out the shampoo and then he starts to wash your hair.

The longer he’s in there with you, the more a smile on his face builds up.

He works his hands down over your shoulders, glancing up at you before he gets to your chest. You give him a nod, biting your lip as his hands work over your boobs.

You move into the water, looking up at him as you rinse off. He watches as you close your eyes, hands working through your hair to get all the shampoo out. He couldn’t help but slide his hands over your hips and moving closer to you, “I want you.”

You move out from under the water, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, “I want you.” You lean up, pulling him down into a kiss. He bends down, lifting you up and he presses your back to the shower wall.

You let out a slight gasp as you feel him slip into you. He lowers you down a little, groaning deep as you take in more of him, “Fuck.”

You tilt your head back, resting it against the wall as you gasp out, moans flowing from your lips as his thrusts start slow.

“Y’sound so pretty.” Daryl whispers, his hand moving to press against the wall, “Feel so good, too.”

You nod, “Makin’ me feel good.” You look down at him, leaning in to kiss him. He slides a hand up to your cheek, groaning against your lips. You whimper as your hand slides up to tangle his hair around your fingers, “You always make me feel so good.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, back arching away from the wall as his thrusts pick up. He slides his hand down to your ass, gripping as he kisses down your neck, “Yer’so beautiful.” He makes his way back up to your lips, “My beautiful girl.”

You smile, “Yours, baby.” Your lips part, allowing moans to flow through. Your walls tighten around him, “Fuck. Fuck, yes.” You crash your lips onto his, “Fuck, I’m almost there.”

It’s rare that you and Daryl get alone time. When you do, it’s when you’re both so tired and you end up falling asleep before anyone can make a move. It didn’t take much to get you to the edge of full bodied pleasure.

“C’mon, darlin’.. you can do it.” He urges gently, groans slipping from his lips as he feels you squeeze his cock again. Your thighs twitch around his waist, moan after moan leaving your lips as he guides you through your high.

He buries his face into your neck, moaning lowly, “Fuck, that’s it.” He presses a few open mouthed kisses across your skin, “M’right there with ya, baby.”

“Come for me.” You whisper, “Fuck, baby. I need it.”

His thrusts pick up more, causing your moans and begs to grow louder, “Fuck, yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” You slide your hand to his cheek, pressing your lips to his as you feel him twitch inside of you, “I love you.”

He rests his forehead against yours, “I love you.” He lifts you up more, pulling out before setting you down on your feet, “Think we been in here long enough?” He asks with a slight chuckle, and you nod, “Yeah, m’sure someone else needs to go.”

You rinse off, along with him, and shut the water off.

He hands you a towel and you wrap it around your body. You watch as he wraps it around his waist and you tilt your head, “if Carol asks, I’m tellin’ her I took you out back and hosed you off with the garden hose.”

He chuckles, “She might honestly believe that.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’ 💋

[gazstations]

Part 3 of Serial Killer!141. A random thought just popped into my brain, and so I wrote it down. This is probably bad, but it's fine.

TW: implications of torture

"Darling..."

No answer.

"Darling..."

Footsteps approached.

"Darling, that pencil did nothing to you."

Your head was lifted, and finally, you blinked to meet John's stormy blue eyes. You sighed, spell broken as your thoughts left you. You blew air out of your nose in exasperation.

"Writing is hard." You complained.

John chuckled, offering you his hand. You took his large paw, letting the calloused warmth bleed into your skin. You didn't realize how cockeyed your posture was until you groaned and felt a pop in your shoulder blades.

"I'll take your word for it," he said as he naturally found his hand resting on your lower back. A possessive manuveur. He even bunched you up close to his side, making sure you were right there.

He was about to guide you towards the backyard before he suddenly pivoted on his heel, making you raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"How 'bout I take you on a drive, eh?" He declared.

"A drive?" You asked. "Why?"

"Doesn't nature help you jog your brain?" John asked quickly.

He gave one not at all subtle glance towards the backyard before pressing his lips into a firm line. He mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch.

He helped you put on your shoes, not at all concerned that you were still in your pajamas. He started to drag you across the living room floor when you broke out of his grip.

"Wait..."

"Darling," John started, but you cut him off. Maybe his nerves were a special surprise for you. You, now giddy, played along. Even though you could smell his nerves--which wasn't common.

"Can't go into nature without my journal, duh," you said as you held up said item and your pencil.

John just sagged, tension coiling tight in his body. You kissed his cheek softly; assuring.

"Should we invite the others?" You asked sweetly.

"They're busy, darling. You don't want to be alone with me?" John asked lowly.

You just smiled. "I love being alone with you, sir."

John eyes narrowed, and he clenched his jaw.

"Get in the bloody car," he ordered, suddenly very eager to go on his impromptu drive.

You giggled and skipped towards the garage.

♡◇♡

What you didn’t see was one of their latest victims giving the other men the slip. They were turned around and desperate as their bloodied form clambered out of Price's workshop at the edge of the property. They managed to get halfway across the yard before Johnny tackled them roughly to the ground--a crimson stained hammer in hand.

John was already heavily considering installing some locks on the inside of the door and knocking some sense into his men for the close call.

But he had you to attend to first.

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[aeribbon]

PASSPORT IS NEEDED PT1

include; little moments of you and your boyfriend in melbourne, shanghai, suzuka and sakhir stops on the '25 calendar - headcanons series

starring; lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, alex albon, max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri and isack hadjar

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proofread yet

an; taking requests if you guys ever have an idea :) + likes and reblog are appreciated ;)

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MELBOURNE - AUSTRALIA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis wanted to teach you how to surf so bad but you're terrified at the idea of the ocean wildlife in australia. after hours of him gently coaxing you into the water, you finally give it a try—and end up doing pretty well thanks to the best teacher you could ever ask for. you end the day lying on the beach, tangled up in towels and saltwater kisses, the sound of waves and his laughter still in your ears.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos abruptly stops on your evening walk when he sees a street band playing some spanish tune. without hesitation, he starts dancing and grabs your hand, pulling you in. a little embarrassed, you giggle as he twirls you around—and then you notice a crowd forming around you. that night, he won't stop humming the rhythm of the song until he fells asleep, arms wrapped around you like he’s still dancing in his dreams.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insists on visiting a koala center for your date on his free day. you're a bit nervous when he tells you to hold one for a picture... but when the koala starts climbing on your head you start to freak out and alex just films you, laughing hysterically. you threaten him on the spot. later that day, he posts that video of you not thinking much of it... until the next morning when he finds his toothbrush replaced with a eucalyptus branch and all his bathroom stuff swapped for koala-themed items. your koala karma have stroke.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max takes you to an amusement park he spotted the day before on his way to the track. he acts like he’s not really into these kinds of dates, “amusement parks are for kids,” he says. but he’s willing to go for you. you quickly understand the real reason on your first rollercoaster: he’s lowkey terrified. to tease him, you suggest riding an even bigger one which he seems a bit reluctant at first but when you ask him if he's scared he runs to the rollercoaster ride saying he's scared of nothing. this ends up in max screaming and holding (or should you say crushing) your hand the entire ride.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles lights up when he sees there’s a piano in your hotel room. one evening, he sits down and, as you expect something sweet and romantic, he suddenly breaks into the rickroll meme. playing it perfectly while staring straight at you with the most smug expression. you threaten to throw a pillow at him. he just laughs and plays it again but burst out in laughs when you actually throw the pillow.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando planned a whole day-date for you, he took to beautiful places throughout the day, ends it at the best seafood restaurant he could find. you never stopped smiling during the day calling this day ''the best date ever''. what you don't realize is him vlogging the day, sure you saw him taking pictures of you but not videos. until late that day when he sends you a file named ''made my fav person happy today''.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar is your own local tour guide.taking you to all his favorite hidden spots and old food truck haunts. “Just need to check if they’re still good,” he says like this is serious research. you both eventually crash into a food coma in the middle of a park and end up laying down under a tree for a little hour, your head on his chest. you both don’t say much, you don’t need to. it’s one of those quiet moments you know you’ll remember forever.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

you guys spend a whole day at the beach , constantly reminding Isack to put on sunscreen or he’ll regret it. he brushed you off as he is to busy playing in the water. fast forward to the hotel that night, you found yourself rubbing aloe vera on the sunburns on his nose and back. trying not to laugh. “i told you so,” you say sweetly. he glares. as you kiss his cheek anyway.

SHANGHAI - CHINA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis insisted on scheduling you both a tai chi session with your hotel in a park surrounded by locals. he’s shockingly graceful and you, you're… doing your best. when you trip over your own foot mid-move, he catches you effortlessly and let out a small laugh at your clumsiness. later he takes you to a tea salon and whispers dumb jokes in your ear the entire time which made you spill your tea from laughing.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos dragged you into the chaos of a night market. he’s got one mission: try every single street snack. you end up with sauce on your face and a boyfriend trying to haggle for matching panda hats. you say no but he buys them anyway in order to go full mode into tourists. he eventually falls asleep on your shoulder on the taxi ride back home.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insisted on taking you to a calligraphy class in which you both suck. at one point during the activity, he looks at your paper and goes ''why does that character look like it’s crying?" you flick ink at him. he retaliates while bursting out of laugh. the instructor is horrified and tries to actually help you. later, he gives you a scroll he actually tried hard on, with your name written beautifully, and says, "don’t say I never give you nice handmade things".

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max decided that he wants to find some “rare” racing video game that was only released in asia years ago. you tagged along expecting to be a quick outing in shanghai. but instead he drags you through a maze of stalls stacked with wires, neon-lit keyboards. eventually, he finds a guy selling an old-school simulator and starts bargaining like it’s a hostage negotiation. after long minutes of negotiation max sees you're pretty annoyed at the time he's taking so quietly says ''help me get this game and you’re playing against me tonight.” you end up playing until 2an in the hotel. he lets you win once, just once.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles made you visit this tiny hidden museum under an apartment complex. you’re skeptical at first, but he’s got that “trust me, it’s cool” look in his eyes. inside, it’s walls and walls of vintage propaganda posters, loud colors, bold slogans, and intense history. he walks around quietly, reading every little plaque with way too much focus. you thought he’s being deep and thoughtful… until he turns to you, showing a poster of a very serious man pointing toward the horizon and whispers, “This is me telling you to stop buying overpriced matcha latte.”. you choke on air. now it’s a game: who can find the most dramatic poster and caption it with something ridiculous.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

you dared lando to eat the spiciest hotpot you could found in shanghai and he immediately accepted to do it not knowing the level of spices in china... two hours after dinner he's still agonizing from the spices and you feel a bit guilty, so you lead him through neon-lit streets and buy him boba. he gladly takes the boba from you but he's still pouting, annoyed with you for not telling him how spicy it would actually be.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar found a quiet garden temple and brings you there “just for a peaceful moment.” you sit under cherry blossoms, enjoying the moment, sharing snacks and watching koi fishes swim lazily in a pond. you expect silence, maybe a deep convo. but he randomly turns to you and goes, “do you think koi fish believe in love?” you blink, surprised by his question. he grins, “cause i believe in us !”. you blush really hard and giggle of shyness.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack dragged you into a dumpling-making class. he thought it’d be romantic but instead, you started a war. you smears flour on his nose, he launches dough at your head. you throw a whole dumpling into his mouth to shut him up. he chokes and laughs simultaneously. you end up finishing the class all messed up but hey at least the dumplings were very good.

SUZUKA - JAPAN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

it started with a midnight drive through the glowing streets of tokyo, just the two of you, neon lights blurring past, engine humming low, the city alive but quiet. lewis has a borrowed car, something fast and way too low to the ground. and that dangerous twinkle in his eye should have prepared you for what was coming. you end up somewhere on the edge of the city, empty backroads, slick pavement, and soft drizzle starting to fall. lewis grins, shifts gears, and then the tires scream against the asphalt. he drifts like he’s dancing with the car, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to rest on your thigh like it’s second nature. Your heart’s in your throat, the skyline glowing behind you, your name a soft curse on his lips between every corner. when he finally stops, the air is electric. you’re breathless, laughing, completely spun out.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you find yourselves on a rooftop somewhere in shibuya after midnight. you weren’t supposed to be there, it was a “quick detour” after dinner. you’re both tipsy off laughter, your pockets full of vending machine cans neither of you can read. carlos leans against the edge, city lights sparkling in his eyes, you crack open a drink that tastes like carbonated peaches and hand it to him without asking. he pretends to hate it, then finishes it. he tosses his jacket over your shoulders when you shiver, then acts like he’s freezing just so you’ll lean into him. you end up slow dancing to music only you two can hear, your laughter echoing off into the night. carlos doesn’t ask for a kiss cause he doesn't have to.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

after watching 'lost in translation' a few months ago with you, Alex sweared he wouldn't leave japan without doing karaoke. somehow, he convinces you to duet “PONPONPON.” he sings with way too much emotion and you can't stop laughing. he grabs your hand, bows deeply, and says, “we could be j-pop idols”. surprised at his comment you jokingly answers that he wouldn't survive a day in this industry.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max insisted on visiting the suzuka track on his off-day ��just to walk it.” you thought he was serious and probably needed it for his strategy plan. until he challenges you to a race on foot. halfway through, as he's loosing to you, max tackles you into the grass. he ends up flat on his back, you lying on top of him, both breathless with laughter.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles prepared on a day trip to nara to feed the sacred deer as soon as he heard about this activity. it started off peacefully, soft sunshine, cherry blossoms drifting, deer politely bowing for crackers. you're both enchanted, having a really good time. but then he buys too many crackers. you watch in horror and amusement as a growing herd starts following him. within minutes, he’s full-on sprinting across the park, dropping crackers like peace offerings while the deer chase him like he’s part of a wildlife documentary gone wrong.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

it's 2:11 am and you’re both still buzzing from the blowing night adrenaline and sugar high. you're really tired but lando insists in stopping one last time. he pulls you into a 7/11 with an evil grin. he's got a mission for both of you: choose one snack, one drink, and one cursed item to surprise each other with. you end up with a random melon soda, seaweed chips, and pokémon-themed eye masks. he comes back with a matcha latte, mystery onigiri, and a packet of fake mustaches. 2:47am you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, face mask on, laughing your heads off. he tries to take a selfie but ends up accidentally opening the front-facing cam while mid-bite of his rice ball, it becomes your new lock screen 3:07 am, you're both passed out diagonally on the bed, snack wrappers around you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you've been asking oscar for days to go to a cat café. he reluctantly agrees and here he is, trying to act cool but one tiny kitten climbs on his hoodie and he melts instantly. he won’t admit it but you catch him whispering to the kitten. when you tease him about it, he panics and tries to deny it—until the kitten curls in his lap and he just sighs, “fine. i'm in love, with the cat tho not you." you fake a gasp and laughs at him.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack asked you to got to an arcade for your last day in japan. he's having a really good time as he silently obliterates you in every game. you demand a rematch everytime. he pretends to think, then says, “I’ll let you win one… if you kiss me.” you smirk, “make it two.” he laughs at that but then you beat him in mario kart. he claims sabotage as you brag loudly.

SAKHIR - BAHRAIN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis booked a private jeep tour for just the two of you, he says it’s for the “vibes,” but he 100% wanted to do donuts in the sand. you're laughing, gripping the roll bar, wind and sand in your hair while he yells “hold on!” like you’re in an action movie. eventually, he parks at the top of a dune as the sun sets over the horizon offering you one of the best sunset you've both ever seen. you're silent, appreciating the moment and stars starting to appear. you thought the chaos was over, until he pulls out a bluetooth speaker and invites you to slow dancing in the middle of the dunes.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you both get talked into sandboarding and it started off surprisingly well. carlos wipes out once and eats a full face of sand, and you coincidentally filmed it. he then steals your board in revenge as you have to sprint up a dune screaming threats. at some point, you both collapse in the sand, exhausted and sun-warmed, limbs tangled, laughing so hard you’re wheezing. he leans over you, hair full of sand, eyes golden in the light. "best fall of the day,” carlos grins, before kissing you with sand still stuck to his lip.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex wanted to go through the manama souks on a mission for “something weird" since he set foot into bahrain. he barters so dramatically for a brass lamp, convinced it’s magical, then pretends it’s haunted for the rest of the day. every time something minor goes wrong? “that’s the lamp’s fault.” he says. you decided to buy matching scarves and spices at the souk but your boyfriend decided he wasn't done and he bought a falcon figurine. that night, he sets it on the bedside table like it’s protecting you both. the next morning you find the figurine wearing your sunglasses. alex is dead asleep and pretending to snore. he definitely did it !

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max took you to a beach lounge with low cushions and string lights for your last night out in bahrain. he orders fancy and traditional food for you but he also order a shisha intrigued by it. he take multiple drags out of it then immediately coughs dramatically after trying the shisha. you nearly fall off your seat laughing. he tries again, acts like it’s fine, then accidentally inhales too hard and gets dizzy. you have to feed him water and stop him from declaring his love in panic because "he might be dying." later, when the air’s warm and the chaos has passed, you rests you head in his lap while the ocean waves roll infront of you. he whispers, "i meant the love part, by the way" like it’s no big deal. but he’s blushing and so are you.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles rented a dune buggy for the evening and immediately tries to drift over sand hills with you screaming beside him. after three "almost-flips" and one stuck tire, you finally get out and just sit on a dune, sweaty and laughing. "that was one of the craziest date i've ever been on" you say, he jokingly agrees and kisses you.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando convinced you to sneak up to the hotel’s rooftop pool after hours. you’re both whispering, giggling, trying to be quiet, until he cannonballs in without warning and splashes water everywhere. you threaten him and he dares you back. you started a splash war. at some point, he lifts you up on his shoulders, nearly slips, and you both go under laughing. you end up floating side by side in the water, the city glowing below you. he brushes water from your eyelashes, and for a second he’s not teasing, just soft as he lean in to kiss you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you persuaded oscar to go on a stargazing tour, even though he’s suspiciously silent the whole drive. turns out he was just insanely overwhelmed by how quiet the desert can be. you lay back on a blanket while he paces at first, arms crossed, looking at the stars like they’re threatening him. eventually, he lies down next to you. after a while, oscar softly points out a constellation. then another. you glance over, and he’s already looking at you like you’re the whole sky.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack bought way too much food from the hotel buffet for your bonfire date night. you end up on a quiet stretch of beach with a not-to-loud speaker and marshmallows he definitely doesn’t know how to roast. he tells you it’s your turn to “do something romantic,” so you draw a heart in the sand and he trips over it like five minutes later. He fake cries and calls it fate. in the end, the fire dies down and you sit there under the stars, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. isack leans over and mumbles, “i hope we do dumb stuff like this forever.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

ミ★: Lucifer Morningstar giving you oral.

A/n: I said it was gonna happen so here it is.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault that he fell for you, you were so sweet, so kind to Charlie that it just happened. He was over the moon knowing that you felt the same way, I mean it's not like he knew you were Adam's wife...ex as you would often correct him given that the angel was the one that sent you to hell.

Though it was how you told him that you never had a real orgasm, that Adam refused to even go down on you. He knew that he had to fix that, he was going to make you scream his name.

Hovering over you, Lucifer ran his tongue over his lips. You looked so good, so beautiful, from your soft curves, the way your skin glowed in the dim light, it was a vision that never failed to captivate him.

As Lucifer shifted his body on the bed, he let his fingers trace a path from your collarbone down to the gentle swell of your breasts. His touch was feather light, teasing as a small whimper escaped your lips.

A smirked formed on his lips, his forked tongue poking through his lips as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. His eyes locking with yours, his voice low and filled with hunger.

"Spread your legs for me, my pretty little angel." His voice was laced with anticipation. "I want to taste you, make you scream my name."

He then delved between your thighs, his tongue eager to please you, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring you to the heights of pleasure. He devoured you with a hunger, your gasp's and moans only fueling him.

Lucifer's forked tongue gliding across your clit, gently sucking the bud as your nails dug into the sheets.

He was smiling now, couldn't help but feel happy knowing that he was the one giving you pleasure. As he continued to tease and pleasure you, his fingers found his way to your entrance, slipping inside to further intensify the sensations. Lucifer continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over your sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting rhythmically within you.

He relished in the sounds of your pleasure, the way your moans filled the room, spurring him on to push you further towards ecstasy.

He reveled in the taste of you, the way you quivered beneath your touch, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. He was going to commit these sound's to his memory.

And when you finally reached your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, he held you tightly, his lips pressed against your trembling thighs as he rode out your release. Only when he was certain you had been thoroughly satisfied, Lucifer pulled away, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips.

He could still taste you and god did he already miss taste.

"My dearest" Lucifer's voice filled with adoration. "You are intoxicating as ever, I will make sure you will be treated how you deserved to be treated."

Leaning in, Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. "Rest assured, I will alway's find you attractive. You are mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied."

Feeling warmth creep up your cheeks, you did your best avoid eye contact with Adam as Lucifer clutched you tightly to his chest.

"YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!"

A slow smirk formed on Lucifers lip's as he clutched you tightly to his chest. One hand moving to his lips as he made a v with his fingers. "We did a lot more than fuck."

[moecanpie]

Xavier... is kind of mean?

You realize this a bit late, embarrassingly, but he does it in such a way you don't seem to notice until you replay the conversation back in your mind.

Sometimes it's just normal enough to pass off— something you wouldn't really think back to... But when you do, it's like a condescending pat on your cheek, and you can almost hear his voice in your head.

"I'm not trying to argue with you, I'm just explaining why I'm right." He'd say, gently cupping your cheek and wiping at the dirt with his thumb, "I just don't want you to get hurt rushing into things like a child..."

Undermining you, softly. With care.

"Are you sure you'll be able to go alone?"

"Yes," you scoff, "It's not like I need you to babysit me on every mission.. I can handle this just fine."

Xavier pretends to think for a bit, pursing his lips, and you prepare yourself once again to decline his offer as your mission partner — but to your surprise he just relents.

"Mm..okay."

The way he says it makes you suspicious, like he's planning something, but when he sees your narrowed vision glue onto him, he just sends you an innocent smile. He almost looks too giddy, but you end up shrugging off your paranoia to focus on your assigned mission.

So you get to the designated area, only for the wanderers to be a bit too strong, a bit too advanced. If there weren't so many of them, you'd be able to clear the area quickly, but it's taking awhile, and you're starting to get tired— so you bite your tongue and dial for backup. You can only hope it's anyone else but him, maybe Tara? Even Andrew—

When Xavier does eventually arrive, using his evol and dispersing of the few remaining wanderes on site, he doesn't say anything to you— not even an, 'I told you so'— because he doesn't need to. His expression already speaks volumes.

You can already tell by the upturn of his lips, the soft crinkle of his eyes as he looks at you... But he says nothing, and all that comes out of his mouth is a soft,

"Those were tough, huh?" yes. But clearly not for him.

You rustle, feeling the need to defend your pride, "I got rid of most of them!.. Jus' got tired is all."

Xavier looks at you, and he just let's out a soft hum at your words, clearly unimpressed, but overjoyed at the fact that it's only a matter of time before he becomes your official partner.

If it's not a subtle attack on your abilities at combat (you're better than he is, you think, where you strike he dodges), then it's a jab at your intelligence.

"You're so clever. I'm surprised you didn't figure that out sooner." Xavier says, a soft smile gracing his features, full of affection— the sight of it renders your entire brain useless, and the only thing you can really remember from what he said is, 'you're so clever'.

It's frustrating, because it's not like he's really trying to mince his words — it's your brain doing it for you. Remembering his 'praises' instead of what they really were.

You're sure he knows this too, because everytime you see him— he seems a bit more collected: smug in a way only certain people are able to tell. In a way only you're able to see.

It gets on your nerves, prickles at your skin like any annoying itch— especially when he wears a look of innocence on his face, his eyes scanning your form and looking at the slight frown on your face, the furrow of your brows. He tilts his head to the side and asks, full of amusement,

"Wake up on the wrong side of bed?"

I also think some tiny (big) part of Xavier just likes seeing you a bit irritated at him.

[maelovestowrite]

Anakin Skywalker x f!senator!reader, warnings; none, fluffy

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER smiled at you, playfully. A mischievous glint shined in his blue eyes. The two of you laid together in your bed and his arms were wrapped around your waist. You snuggled close to him, a giggle escaped your lips.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as you murmured, "Oh stop it!" You lightly slapped his arm.

"What?" He asked with false ignorance and he smiled teasingly.

"You know what!" You quietly said, your voice muffled. He could not see your face but your cheeks burned at his words and he chuckled.

Though he could not see your reaction, he knew you were flushed. He seemed to have the effect on you. But what could he say? He loved making you blush and flustered. You were just so cute. He was devoted and loved you deeply. He played with your hair, twirling it around in his finger for a moment.

After a minute, he smiled as he whispered in your ear, "One kiss is just never enough." His voice tickled in your ear as you blushed more fiercely than before.

You moved your head away from the crook of his neck and playfully slapped his arm again, softly. He chuckled and smiled broadly as he leaned forward. He gently pressed his lips to your chin and then he reached your lips. He kissed you softly and slowly, savoring the moment. Not rushing, just enjoying the moment with you. While he still could. You were a senator and he was a jedi. The two of you didn't get an abundance of moments like this. Thus, the two of you cherished times like these.

[seungisms]

방찬. thinking about chan and pussy worship. he could spend hours eating you out, hands keeping your thighs spread wide open for him until his fingerprints are indented in the soft flesh and you’re crying that your muscles are sore, until he’s near damn being suffocated by your pussy, until your throat is raw and the only thing you know how to say is his name. he just can’t leave you alone sometimes, especially when your legs look so empty without his head between them! he gets completely pussy whipped, drunk on the mere sight of your cute cunt the second he spreads your thighs open with trembling hands, thumbing your folds apart to get a good view of your sticky centre and he hates the whorish whimper he lets out at the sight.

and he just can’t help himself from being a little impatient sometimes, so eager to get his mouth on your cunt that he doesn’t even bother to get you out of your underwear first - immediately smothering and nuzzling his nose against the drenched fabric of your panties so shamelessly that it has you whimpering and shutting your eyes in embarrassment, pussy closing in around nothing the more he messily groans and slobbers into your clothed cunt. “i know, i’m sorry baby, jus’ smell so good. can’t imagine how you’re gonna taste.” before he’s nudging your panties to the side, tongue finding home between your folds. 

he’s a messy eater, a little pathetic with it - spit and drool and arousal dripping from his chin and it almost pains him everytime he has to abandon your pussy to catch his breath. almost like he’d be happier dying with his mouth on your cunt rather than pulling away. and he doesn’t give you a second to rest either, cursing the most vile shit underneath his breath as his fingers work their way into your pussy, replacing the emptiness his mouth left behind. “god, fuck. pussy so tight, don’t know how i’m gonna fit my cock in there,” while stretching you out around his digits, plush walls immediately eating them up and curling so deep inside of you it has you seeing stars. 

chan can never seem to leave your pussy alone despite the painful throb of his lonely cock, working his mouth against your cunt until his jaw was sore and the only thing he could feel, taste, see is you. he eats you out like a man starved, spit lubing up your pussy and your little nub relentlessly abused, almost painful with the way the long tip of his nose bumps against your sensitive bud with every long press of his tongue, hot and wet against your sticky heaven. he’ll make himself cum from eating you out, dragging his lips against your clit and dipping his tongue into your cunt until your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull and your pussy is throbbing - the small ruts of his hips against the bed from where he lay between your legs going unnoticed, cock swollen and red and just begging to finally be suffocated by dripping your cunt. 

talks you through it, watching the way your eyes gloss over and jaw goes slack from his torment on your slit, all words being ripped from your throat as he stimulates your tortured cunt again and again. “that’s it baby, tell me who owns this pussy.” and he really does get off on the fact that you can never find it in yourself to respond, body gone limp beneath him and nub raw and pulsing. “my pretty baby, you’ve done so well. let me have a little more fun with you and then i’ll leave you alone for awhile.”

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