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merchelsea · 2 years ago

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just maybe - lewis hamilton

pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: lewis misses what you used to be, and what a better way to show it than showing up, drunk, at your house?

author’s note: felt like writing lewis today because not enough people do!

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you lay on your couch, your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. you knew there wouldn't be anything new, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been in the same position all day, unable to shake off the melancholy that had settled over you.

it had all started because you wanted to watch a romantic movie, a harmless way to pass the time. but as the movie played on, you found yourself crying, wishing desperately for a happy ending like the one onscreen. you and lewis used to have those moments, those beautiful moments that now only existed in your memories.

every scene in the movie triggered a bittersweet memory. they weren't sad memories, per se, but the fact that they were over made them so. you decided it was time to stop torturing yourself, to stop watching movies that made you cry over your ex, and to simply wait for something to happen. but, of course, nothing did.

that is, until you heard a series of knocks on your door. you rushed to answer it, expecting it to be a friend or maybe your sister. but when you laid eyes on the familiar brown ones you had been crying over just hours ago, shock coursed through you.

"heeeeey," lewis slurred, clearly intoxicated. fate seemed to be playing a cruel prank on you.

you stared at him for a few moments before finally finding your voice. "what the heck are you doing here?" you asked, blocking his path from entering your home.

lewis smirked knowingly. "oh, didn't seb warn you?" he said, referring to his friend vettel, who must have sent you a message the moment he knew lewis was drunk and thinking about you.

because that's what happened when he got drunk. he'd think back to your relationship and regret every detail that had gone wrong. vettel always thought lewis would try to contact you, but he never had the courage to do it—until today.

lewis had qualified third in a race after a series of unfortunate events, finally giving him a shot at victory. but, unpredictably, he had to retire from the race on the first lap.

"I missed you." lewis confessed, leaning against your doorframe as if aware of how powerful those words were.

"you don't know what you're saying, lewis," you sighed. you had spent the last seven months dreaming of hearing those words from him, but this was not how you imagined it.

"oh, I know exactly what I'm saying. believe me," he insisted.

"you're drunk!" you retorted.

"and? that doesn't change the fact that I think about you all the time. about us. about what we used to be," he said, refusing to give up.

you stood there silently, thinking he would back off if you didn't give him a hint of what you were feeling. but of course he had other plans. you sighed and stepped back from the door, allowing lewis to enter. he leaned against the closed door, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his.

"I miss you when I'm at the simulator, and you're not there to beat my ass. I miss you when I go to lunch and forget to eat because I'm distracted by your smile. I miss you when toto speaks german, and we don't make jokes about it. I miss you when I'm walking, and our legs aren't in sync. I miss you when I wear my hats, and you're not there to steal them. I miss you when I see a cat on the streets, and you don't try to convince me to adopt it. I miss you when Max wins, and you're not there to congratulate him."

you were rendered speechless. every word he uttered, as he gazed deeply into your eyes, pierced your heart. you couldn't look away, but you feared that if you continued to stare, you wouldn't be able to let him go.

"I know I seem drunk, but this is the most truthful thing I've said in, like, forever. it's been almost eight months, and I still miss you in everything I do," he finally stood up and, somehow, managed to get closer to you. "tell me you don't miss me, and I'll never bother you again."

you took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. it was clear he had been drinking, but not enough to make him drunk. his little play could fool everyone, but it would never fool you.

you knew you missed him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't sure if it was the right thing to say. maybe, just maybe, he needed to move on, to find someone else who fit into his life.

but then, a voice inside your head reminded you that if he hadn't moved on after seven months without any contact, he probably wouldn't after eight. you couldn't lie to him when he had been missing you relentlessly for seven months.

"I miss you when I'm doing laundry, and I don't find your shirt in the wrong basket. I miss you when I'm taking a shower and don't hear the pre-qualifying comments. I miss you when I see a Mercedes on the road. I miss you when I play uno with my friends, and you don't win. I miss you when you're racing, and I'm at home, but not because I have things to do. I miss you when I'm not missing you because of racing."

you also took a step closer to him. "then let me make you miss me the right way again, please."

as you stood there, locked in a moment of intense longing and emotion, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you had been waiting for. lewis had come back, admitting his feelings, and you couldn't deny your own.

with tears welling up in your eyes, you took another step closer to him. in that moment, you both understood that some things were too strong to be denied or forgotten, no matter how much time had passed.

you whispered softly, "lewis, I'll miss you no matter what, so please make me miss you the right way."

lewis' eyes lit up with hope and joy, and he gently pulled you into his arms. as you embraced, you both knew that this was a chance to have a fresh start, to rebuild what you once had. it wouldn't be easy, and there were still obstacles to overcome, but you were both willing to try.

in that moment, as you held each other tightly, you realized that sometimes, fate had a way of bringing people back together, even when it seemed impossible. and maybe, just maybe, this was the happy ending you had been longing for all along.

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cheriladycl01 · 11 months ago

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Billion Dollar Baby - Grid x Billionare! Reader x Lewis Hamilton (Rom) Part 2

Plot: Girlie loves Formula One, but she also loved Chaos and Drama so she offers the FIA/ the F1 Teams 300 million to do a race … for her under her rules!

You’d been working tirelessly with the FIA and all the teams, making sure that their cars were the same as the ones currently on track and that the teams still had enough time for their regular tasks within the team.

You’d been between the UK, Monaco, Italy and the US. Helping all the teams prepare, going round to get special one time sponsors involved in the name of charity and you were honesty exhausted.

You decided it was time for a break, and therefore time to call upon one of your holiday homes. You didn’t know whether you wanted to go to Greece or Mauritius. But you knew you just needed some time away.

You were walking around London looking for a new suitcase, your 10 year old Louis Vuitton had finally given up and was no longer able to be used. So you knew you needed to find something different.

“Do you guys like this one?” You asked the security guards that were with you. Your personal assistant was also supposed to be there, but since you were about to go on holiday she also decided to take her annual leave.

Apparently she got a last minute flight to Canada, and you knew she worked extremely hard to make your horrendously busy like a little easier so you knew this would be important for her.

“Mmmm very nice Miss” one smiles and you cock your head to the side with a little laugh.

“No passion, I definitely needed Lysa here” you sigh jokingly making security laugh.

“Miss, where do you wish to go after this? Harrods is close enough” he offers and you nod, knowing it was safely walkable.

As your walking you spot someone across the street from you, and before you can even look to see if there are any cars coming down the one way street you’re crossing the road to that individual.

“Lewis! Lewis! Hi!” You smile running over to him, your group of security chasing after you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in the UK?” He asks looking over you. He hadn’t seen you since the meeting with all the teams and the FIA, you looked more tired. Not that you looked bad tired, Lewis thought it was impossible for you to look bad at all, he’s seen you at your worst and still thought you were gorgeous.

“Just here before I go on holiday for a little bit. Most of my work is done with the teams so I wanted a little break from work and this race that I’ve been organising. I hope you’ll find it fun, and get a chance to see a new light of the sport” you smile calmly and be smiles back at you.

“Where are you going?” He asks, knowing you had a few comfort vacation sports and if he were to guess you’d be going to one of those rather than somewhere new.

“Mauritius” you smile and he grins, you guys always went there together. He was shocked that you hadn’t sold the Villa on after the two of you broke up considering how many summer or winter breaks you’d spent there.

“At the Villa? Or?” He asks.

“Mmmm at the Villa, say you guys have a nice little break now. Do you want to come with me?” You ask out if the blue.

“Oh, erm you want me to come with you?” He asks a bit shocked that you’d offered.

“Yeah for old time sake?” You smile awkwardly and he just coughs with a little laugh.

“Look, I thought about what you said and you were … are it for me too. And if you want to, I’m willing to try again. Only if … that’s something you wanted” you admit and he just stands there with his jaw dropped, the security guards are awkwardly trying to act as if they aren’t actually there.

“Y/N, I thought …” he says and you cock your head in confusion.

“You thought?” You push him to finish what he was about to say.

“You hated me in all honesty. And I thought you’d never give me another chance. I don’t even know if I deserve one with the way I ended things” he sighs.

“We needed things to end when they did Lewis otherwise it was going down a route neither of us would have been happy down. But I think we’ve both had time to grow since and I think part of me always knew if make my way back to you!” You smile at him and a soft grin breaks out on his face.

“Of course I’ll come with you! What are you doing right now?” He asks finally smiling and nodding at your security and saying a small little hello.

“Suitcase shopping the Dior one has officially been decommissioned” you smile and he nods knowing the exact one you were on about considering it was brought to every race, every business trip and every holiday you joined him on or he joined you on.

“Ah yes. The one that the spider from Qatar travelled back to the UK with us in” he laughs at the memory and how you both freaked out seeing the thick bodied brown spider that to you and Lewis thought could be some kind of Tarantula.

“Oh god don’t remind me! That was terrifying! Do you want to come help me look for a new one, we were about to go to Harrods” you offer and you smile at him.

“Yea, I think I’d like that!” He smiles taking your hand.

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deuxmoi Spotted in London last night, y/user and lewishamilton ex partners … is there a rekindling of their relationship that ended in 2021? Or are they just hanging out as exes who bumped into each other. 📸 beckylecky2

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thrumbolt · 10 months ago

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I will probably go down now as the person who hates that artists are getting paid for their work to do commissions and I just want to repeat that this is not at all what I think.

I love seeing artists getting paid. In times of AI it's even more important that people still value actual artists. Please do commission artists with your ideas if you cannot possibly draw them yourself!

What I find a little weird is the amount of commissions at Acotar character events. Why aren't more artists participating for fun, because they want to? Like in any other fandom?? I definitely think the rather hostile environment in the Acotar sphere is not helping at all. It makes people not want to participate and share their stuff.

I obviously also don't mean that every artist is required to make art for free for every character event. Just that originally fandom is about participating FOR FUN. I don't want people to feel they have to spend a lot of money to contribute to character events either.

#thrum rambles #Tamlin Week had 0 commissions and it has one of the biggest masterlists of all these events with plenty of art!#what I liked was that it was very newbie and beginner friendly too #because i feel it can be super intimidating to post your little illustration amongst big expensive professional commissions too #fandom woes #should really change this tag to fandom wank

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miss-sturn · 6 months ago

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★彡[ʙᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ - ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ]彡★

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Summary: Ben is in love with his best friend's sister. But he can't be with her like that. A/n: I forgot to post this Warnings: Mentions of smoking, Kissing, Light cursing! Just pure fluff :)

♪ I got so high the other night, I swear to God

Felt my feet lift the ground ♪

I wake up in my bed, my head pounding like a drum. Every muscle in my body aches, and I groan, rubbing my face. I feel like shit. It takes me a while to remember what exactly happened last night.

I got so high.

I drag myself out of bed, trying to shake the fog in my head. Sunlight stabs my eyes through the blinds, as I rummage around. I need something—water, coffee, anything—to make this headache go away.

I shuffle into the living room, hoping to find Curtis, maybe a distraction, but then I stop dead in my tracks.

There she is.

She’s lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, her head resting against the armrest, lips slightly pursed as her chest fell and rose in her sleep. She looks so peaceful, so... innocent. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her, and I can’t help but stare.

I lean against the door frame, just watching her. Her hair falls in soft waves around her face, and for a second, I forget everything. I forget about the stupid shit I did last night, forget about Curtis, forget about everything except her.

She’s so damn beautiful, even in her sleep.

I quickly snap out of it, though, feeling the tightness in my chest. What the hell am I doing? I need to stop thinking about her like this. She’s my best friend’s sister.

I stood there like an idiot, my brain short-circuiting. I should’ve kept walking, made myself that coffee, but no. I stayed put, staring at her like a weirdo.

Her hair is covering her face. That thought shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow, it did.

Before I could think twice, I moved closer, my feet barely making a sound. I knelt by the couch, wincing as my knee hit the hardwood. What am I doing?

My hand hovered near her face, fingers trembling slightly. A strand of hair covered her face, and for some reason, it bugged me. Carefully—probably too carefully—I reached out and brushed it aside.

Her skin was warm under my fingers.

“Okay,” I whispered, barely breathing. “That’s done. That’s—enough.”

I moved to pull away, but she stirred.

I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs as she shifted, mumbling something I couldn’t catch. Her lips parted slightly, and my chest tightened.

Her lips.

I swallowed hard. Was this normal? Did normal people feel like this? My heart was racing like I’d run a marathon, and she was just lying there, completely unaware of the emotional chaos happening two feet from her.

Without thinking, I leaned in a little, just close enough to catch the faintest trace of her perfume. My gaze flicked to her lips again, and I immediately shook my head. Stop. Don’t do this.

And then her eyes opened.

She blinked at me, her face a mix of confusion and - something else I couldn’t place. “...Ben?”

“Morning!” I blurted, way too loud. I scrambled back, smacking my knee on the coffee table in the process. “Ow—uh, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you!”

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, the blanket sliding off her shoulders. She stretched lazily, like she had all the time in the world. “What were you doing?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“Nothing!” I said quickly, getting to my feet like the floor had turned into lava. “I mean—uh—I was just…your hair! It was in your face, so I—” I gestured vaguely toward her, feeling my face heat up. “Yeah.”

Her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smile. “Right.”

I retreated to the kitchen, muttering every curse I knew under my breath. My hands shook as I poured myself some coffee, and I nearly burned myself on the mug.

From the living room, her voice carried, teasing. “Thanks for the, uh, hair fix, I guess.”I groaned into my coffee. Great. Just great.

Dinner wasn’t planned.

“Hungry?” I asked, desperate to break the tension and awkwardness that lay between us.

She looked up from her phone, perched on the arm of the couch in one of those oversized sweatshirts that somehow made her look even prettier. She shrugged. “Starving.”

And that was how I ended up in a smart button-up shirt, fumbling with the cuffs while she waited by the door. She was scrolling through restaurant options, her hair still damp from the shower she’d taken after her nap.

We found ourselves at a small Italian restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. Fairy lights dangled from the ceiling, soft music played in the background, and the scent of garlic and fresh bread filled the air.

She teased me when I fumbled over “gnocchi,” and I made some awful joke about how they should just call it “pasta balls.” Her laugh—it was worth embarrassing myself for.

I barely remembered the food, or anything that came after it. All I could focus on was her. The way her fingers toyed with the edge of her napkin when she was thinking. The way she scrunched her nose when the waiter came back with the wrong drink. The way she talked—like she was letting me into her world one story at a time.

After dinner, the rain started.

It was light, barely more than a drizzle, but enough to make the air smell clean and the streetlights glow. I held the door open for her, and we stood under the awning, staring out at the wet pavement.

“Guess we should call a cab,” I said, glancing at her.

She didn’t answer. She was already stepping into the rain, her face tilted upward, arms spread out like she was greeting the weather.

“You’re gonna get soaked,” I said, shaking my head but unable to stop the smile creeping onto my face.

“It’s just rain,” she said, spinning in slow circles. Then, she turned to me and held out her arm, the corners of her lips curling into a challenge.

She held out a hand, waiting for me to join her. And like the fool I am, I did.

The cold drops of rain hit like tiny shocks, but she didn’t flinch. She spun out from me, her hand still in mine, her laughter mixing with the sound of rain hitting the pavement. It wasn’t graceful or practiced—it was wild and carefree, and for once, I let myself match her energy.

She twirled back to me, her hands finding my shoulders as if they belonged there, and then we were moving together in a clumsy sort of rhythm. The rain was relentless, plastering her hair to her face and soaking us both through, but she was radiant, her smile brighter than any starless night deserved.

“You’re really bad at this,” she teased, her voice warm and teasing as we swayed.

“Hey,” I shot back with mock indignation, “you dragged me into this.”

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. “And you don’t regret it.”

She was right. I didn’t.

She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around my neck now, and suddenly the world felt smaller—just her and me in the rain. I rested my hands at her waist, tentative at first, but when she didn’t pull away, I held her like I couldn’t imagine letting go.

We moved slower now, the chaotic twirling replaced by something softer, deeper. The rain poured around us, blurring the streetlights into hazy golden orbs. She hummed softly under her breath, a tune I didn’t recognize but felt like I’d always known.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done this before,” I admitted, my voice quieter now.

“Danced in the rain?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at me, her eyes searching mine.

“Yeah. Or, like… felt this.”

Her smile softened, and her fingers brushed the back of my neck, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the rain. “Me neither.”

For a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see the raindrops clinging to her lashes, the way her lips parted slightly like she had more to say but wasn’t sure how to say it. Her hands slid down to my chest, resting there as if testing the steadiness of my heartbeat.

And then she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “I remember everything.”

I froze, unsure if she meant what I thought she did. “From the pub?”

She nodded, her gaze never leaving mine. “Everything you did. Even though I was drunk, I remembered. I remember the way you looked at me, like I was worth something more than just that night.”

“I think about it more than I probably should,” she added, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Her words left me frozen, torn between speaking and staying silent. My throat tightened. “You are,” I said, the words coming out hoarse. “You always were.”

She smiled, a small, vulnerable thing that made my heart ache. “I didn’t believe it then. But I do now.”

The rain seemed to quiet around us, like the world was holding its breath. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt as she leaned in closer. Her lips brushed mine softly, hesitantly, like she was asking a question only I could answer.

I answered by kissing her back.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, filled with all the things I couldn’t say out loud. Her hands slid up to my jaw, and I held her tighter, anchoring myself to this moment, to her.

Her lips were impossibly soft, like the petals of a rose brushing against mine, warm and tender. They tasted faintly sweet, leaving me dizzy with every gentle press. Her hands slid up to my face, fingertips tracing my jaw with a feather-light touch, like she was memorizing every line and curve. The way her thumb brushed my cheek sent a warmth coursing through me, grounding me and setting me alight all at once. I couldn’t help but melt into her touch, into the way her presence consumed every thought in my mind.

Without thinking, I let my hand travel up her back, fingers grazing the base of her neck and tangling softly in her hair. She moaned softly, a quiet, breathless sound that sent a jolt straight through me. I knew right then I’d do anything to hear it again, to make her feel this good. My heart pounded as her lips pressed harder against mine, and I knew in that moment I’d do anything to hear that sound again, to keep her in this perfect state of bliss.

Pleasing her felt like the only thing that mattered.

When we finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine, her breath mingling with mine in the cool night air. “Told you dancing in the rain wasn’t so bad,” she said softly, her lips curling into a smile.

I chuckled, my thumb brushing a raindrop from her cheek. “I think I like it better with you.”

She laughed, her eyes shining like the rain wasn’t falling at all. “Good. Because I’m not done dancing yet.”

And just like that, we were swaying again, wrapped up in each other, the rain, and a night that suddenly felt like forever.

♪ Nothing feels better than this ♪

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A/n: Let me know if you guys have any ideas for me!!

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toxintouch · 8 months ago

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Kinktober speedrun time! Used the Mirror prompt on this list. Thank you for the inspo! Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Reader x Leander

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Reader, Mirror Use. Edging/Orgasm Denial + Light Degradation & Name calling (Leander being referred to as a dog but he’s really into it, promise) + Power Exchange & Sub/Dom Dynamics

OTHER INFO: Leander has a dick, anatomy of Reader/POV Character remains unspecified; "they" pronouns used.

Leander has the straight backed posture of a man who was given etiquette lessons. His mannerisms speak of wealth and class, yet they can’t help but observe that he looks completely comfortable while down on his knees.

His back muscles flex as he works himself, sweat slipping down his spine, pooling in the dimples just above his ass. He’s strung tight, the veins in his arms straining as he strokes a quick, even rhythm. His dick is flushed a painful red, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping down his wrist and splattering onto his thick thighs, some of it even dirtying the floor below when his strokes become too enthusiastic.

(They wonder how best to make him clean it later–he does so love to be ordered to lick up his own mess–but this floor is probably just as filthy as anywhere else in the Wick, despite appearances–and they don’t think they can find it in themself to make use of his mouth again after watching that.)

The full length mirror hanging in front of Leander is a new addition to the room. Something they’d wheedled out of him with nothing but an easy promise, whispered into his ear down at the bar. It was theirs not a full day later: a polished brass antique with a priceless clear finish.

His back is to them, but they can see everything they need to by gazing at his reflection.

His strokes stutter, faltering, and they watch as his abdominals jump rapidly. His hand makes a few more shaky attempts before he stops himself with a shudder, breathing hard and squeezing his cock at the base to cut off his own orgasm. They give a little hum of approval, waiting.

“Count.” They prompt, when he fails to remember on his own.

They watch his throat bob with effort as he swallows, his jaw trembling around his answer. “Five.”

“Good boy,” they say, their voice flat and unrewarding. Dismissive. "Guess that Hightown education really paid off for you, huh?" He whines at that, his palms slicking along his thighs, awaiting their instruction. He glances at them in the mirror, eyes hopeful. “Again,” they prompt, “and keep your eyes on yourself until I tell you. During, too. You were closing them a lot. It's just you and the mirror until you've earned otherwise.”

Bites his lip, beginning to stroke himself again.

The next edge comes more quickly.

His eyebrows draw up, mouth falling open, back arching. His cock jumps and this time he falls back onto his hands to keep from giving into temptation. His eyes travel the length of the mirror, his neck taught with tension as he pants. They notice his gaze darting along their form for a moment, greedily stealing along their silhouette in the looking glass. A quick glance of the place where their legs are splayed open as they lounge on the bed behind him, toying with themself idly.

He’s back to form so seamlessly, he probably thinks they didn’t even notice. The next number falls out of his mouth without prompting, as if to cover for his earlier sleight.

"..."

“Baby,” he whines, fidgeting without further instruction. His fingers return to his dick when they don't reply, ghosting over his wet, swollen cockhead. He knows they hate the way that epithet sounds in his voice, the condescending lilt he manages to wrap around the syllables. “Sweetheart. Please, may I–”

“Bad dog,” they admonish. They don't elaborate–let him figure out for himself which breach of protocol they're scolding him for.

“Again. And if you can’t behave, I’ll have to put you outside.”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

Consider: this type of power play with yandere!Leander...you watching him when he's usually the one watching you...

#kinktober 2024 #citrus fiending tag #tckinktober #18+ MDNI #see above tags for the tags you'll wanna blacklist if u don't wanna see me trying to speedrun this week lol #not pictured: POV character telling Leander that his ego is big enough that he should be able to get off without sneaking a peek at them :)#similarly not pictured: “we can use the blindfold if you *really* can't behave on your own.”#once I'm done speed running I'll maybe post a Kinktober 2024 Masterlist to the main tag but I'll prolly post in chara tags only for a bit..#leander x reader #leander touchstarved #touchstarved fanfic #something real nasty for those who partake <3 #feels too awkward to tag someone in this out of the blue but SHOUT OUT IF U SEE THIS ty for the list!#Consider: this type of power game with yandere!Leander #you watching him when he's usually the one watching you #save me yandere leander #take me away from this life; i no longer desire to participate in capitalism #/joking i was joking omg did u hear that did it just get cold all of the sudde..........#touchstarved x reader #Touchstarved leander

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torchwoodfanweek · 5 months ago

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what a week ay? thanks so much to everyone's who participated, be it creating or enjoying the fan works! i honestly thought there would be three posts total so its been so much fun seeing more and more each day

without further ado, you can find all the works below or browse the ao3 collection. there's loads of truly great stuff to be found! (if you notice missing posts/broken links please let me know and i'll get them fixed)

been great fun! @myarmsaretoolong xx

Day One - Mind Control

Fic -

The Master and The Freak by @jantostolemyheart (tumblr) (ao3)

playing dead by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

Think Only of the Darkness by @captainfairygodmother (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

@sp3akfromtheart's work (tumblr)

@iantistic's work (tumblr)

@dw-humps-n-snarkives' work (tumblr)

Day Two - Rarepair

Fic -

It Was Simply, Really. They Were In Love by @jantostolemyheart - tosh/martha (tumblr) (ao3)

On the invariable fallacy of the human soul and its gentle redemption- jack/angelo by @b1uetrees (tumblr) (ao3)

Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Trip to Anglesey by @myarmsaretoolong - rhys/ianto (tumblr) (ao3)

share the same space for a minute or two by @girlsaturday - suzie/blon fel-fotch passameer-day slitheen (tumblr) (ao3)

Outsider by @captainfairygodmother (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@doctorwhommm's work - tw polycule (tumblr)

@sp3akfromtheart's work - jily kitzinger/vera juarez (tumblr)

@fblckt's work - john frobisher/the 456 (tumblr)

@dw-humps-n-snarkives' work - lisa/ianto (tumblr)

@greendreamer's work (tumblr)

@iantisic's work (tumblr)

Day Three - Death

Fic -

How Long Was I Dead This Time by @jantostolemyheart (tumblr) (ao3)

this is the life of suzie cosello by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

Choices by @velvetoceanparadise (tumblr) (ao3)

Safe Heaven by @sammys-magical-au (tumblr) (wattpad)

Crashing and Burning by @brittasfan (tumblr) (ao3)

It's the Fear, Not the Ghosts by @captainfairygodmother (That Leave Me Haunted) (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@doctorwhommm's work (tumblr)

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

@dw-humps-n-snarkives' work (tumblr)

Day Four - UNIT

Fic -

and it makes me feel close to you by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

@sp3akfromtheart's work (+ fanart) (tumblr)

The (Not So) Daring Rescue by @myarmsaretoolong (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

Day Five - Rift Gift

Fic -

Blast from the Past by @brittasfan (tumblr) (ao3)

Last Night by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

A Gift by @sammys-magical-au (tumblr) (wattpad)

Tosh and Owen's Amazin Aliensitting Service by @captainfairygodmother (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

Day Six - Lies

Fic -

don't stop me now by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

Lies by @greendreamer (tumblr) (ao3)

Second Week by @myarmsaretoolong (tumblr) (ao3)

Making Liars Out Of Honest Men (Just Forget) by @captainfairygodmother (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

@night-terrors-official's work (tumblr)

Day Seven - Side Character

Fic -

stop the world to stop the feeling by @girlsaturday (tumblr) (ao3)

These New Rocky Hills by @brittasfan (tumblr) (ao3)

Someone I Have Loved But Never Known by @captainfairygodmother (tumblr) (ao3)

Art -

@fblckt's work (tumblr)

@greendreamer's work (tumblr)

#torchwood #torchwood fan week #torchwood fan week masterlist #torchwood fan week one masterlist

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unleashed-fest · 9 months ago

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UNLEASHED FEST: WEEK ONE

Week one is done and what a week it was! We're bringing you the round-up and giving you the weekend to catch up on everything before we dive into week two!

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🐾 FIC

Nectar (Draco/Harry, T, 1.9k) Draco's first Animagus transformation doesn't go as planned.

Gym Rats and Whippet Pats (Dudley/Millicent, T, 6.8k) When his longtime girlfriend Milli adopts a dog, Dudley wants nothing to do with him. He's never had a dog and he's never wanted one.

His avoidance of taking care of the new pup is tested when Milli goes on a business trip for two weeks and leaves the dog in his care. Will he be able to step up to the task, or will his inability to connect with the dog endanger his relationship?

A fluffy little romp in which Dudley gets a crash course in pet ownership and learns that it isn't easy to keep a furry companion out of your heart.

Little Menace (Draco/Harry, M, 3k) Draco wants to make his mother happy. Narcissa wants everyone to get along. Harry wants to call Leonora Leo. Lucius wants his son to break up with his boyfriend and marry a good pureblood woman.

And Leonora? Well, she's quite happy playing with all the toys she can find...

The Cat-astrophe (Draco/Harry, E, 4.3) Harry Potter can't sleep. Grimmauld Place is being haunted by a vicious ghost of a cat who inflicts a magical injury onto Harry and the Ministry of Magic sends one of its Junior Unspeakables to investigate. The unspeakable in question being Draco Lucius Malfoy.

The Selkie's Secret (Neville/Pansy, T, 5.1) A series of encounters by the lakeside in seventh year lead Neville to discover a different side to Pansy Parkinson. Despite the war going on, the two form an unexpected bond. Can it be strong enough to survive the Battle of Hogwarts?

Run, Rabbit, Run (Draco/Harry, E, 46k) Harry finds an injured rabbit in the Forbidden Forest.

Which Came First, the Phoenix or the Flame? (Luna/Draco/Ron, M, 18k) It's a tale as old as time: the darkest night of the soul– and taking that one.more.breath.anyway. The hero(ine)'s journey.

Just as Ron is truly having a final, wrackspurt-induced, alcohol-inflamed psychotic break, he finds that there are forces far beyond his control that have a very different path for him. Namely those forces of the Great Houses Lovegood, Bulstrode and Malfoy. Ron and his pet cockatoo, Sturgil, cross a threshold of more than one level of reality. Polyamory, adults doing their best, recovery story, lots of inner narration. Complex!Ron POV. Buckle up.

🐾 FIC AND ART

Every Glade With You (Luna/Theo, G, 2.8) Luna wasn't surprised by the growing number of sightings; she was prepared to save the creatures to help those who didn't believe her, but she was taken aback when Theo decided to join her on the journey.

🐾 PODFIC

Draco Malfoy and the Crupnapper (Draco/Harry, E, 4 hours) Life as a night shift creature keeper is scarcely the life Draco once imagined for himself, but ten years after the death of Voldemort he’s accepted his fate. Until the day Harry Potter forces his way back into Draco’s world and everything turns upside down.

#unleashed! fest #unleashed fest 2024 #drarry #rare pairs #week one #masterlist

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starry-sophrosyne · 2 months ago

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me realizing i havent ever posted my initial designs for tox and leo/ive stopped talked about ttos as a whole:

#that have yet to be or are already mentioned in the story #idk lmao not too many ideas for it after my initialization #like should i turn it into a fic? probably #im just so awful with long term motivation/completion of fics i can never write anything longer than drabbles #and by that i mean i can write PARAGRAPHS upon paragraphs but those are literally just certain specific scenes within a whole story #i think i would gen burnout trying to write it bc i would spend HOURS writing a few paragraphs and be like 0.5% done with the fic as a whol #bc im just nitpicking every paragraph to be as specific and detailed as possible bc; as i like to say; im a maximalist in writing #not only do i suck at zooming out bc i get too invested on a small part of it; but also generalizing as a whole for that matter #bc my writing style (ego) cant suck it up and write a less detailed and non obscure/not referencing 6 other things paragraph- /hj #less detailed non arbitrary not obscure and not referencing 6 other things #this is literally my toxic trait which is really unfortunate bc i'd like to turn this into an actual fic i just know it would be REALLY lon #which is something i personally find hard to read at sometimes- like pen's fics are a good length but theyre not more than one chapter #and i'd have like 6 million or something- /hj #ALSO THIS?? WHAT IM DOING IN TAGS RN??? being so damn repetitive only to say the same thing over and over again-#ik you guys dont mind but its really hard to make long term projects/writing pieces with this writing style/toxic trait /gen #oh well.. maybe one day ill turn one of my 70 aus into a fic fr.. if we dont get outed first.. /hj /srs #(also me when my au masterlist has been rotting in my drafts since like a week after i first made this acc- /gen) (its never getting posted #i havent even told you guys half of them tbh- /gen #pc rpf community #pc rpf #rpf #the taste of sugar #toxleo

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leclerity · 1 year ago

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Two truths and a lie, you tell yourself as you enter the club.

The bouncer does a passable salute as you walk past him, giving him the slightest breeze of a hand across his waist.

One: You are not looking to score tonight, by either of the definitions.

Your eyes adapt to the darkness interrupted by the flashing of the lights in a distant room as you get your stamp, the worker asking you questions about your night you give half-assed answers to.

Two: You will stick with your friends, do what they want to do, and end the night at their side.

Boys move past you as you walk through them, giving them enough time to part of their own volition – and they all do, for the price of a smile and a tempting look.

Three: You will not corrupt.

You reach your friends and they lead you to the table in the back, where drugs are scattered amongst the drinks. You take a pill, knowing whatever it is, it’s bound to be good �� and you feel the buzz in your system, the colours intensifying, and the feeling of detachment from the floor pouring over you.

Already, you are looking out. The crowd is full tonight and the room reeks of sweat, spilled drinks, of the needs and the wants and people who are looking for someone to spend the night with, to bury their sorrows or sins in. You lick the rim of the drink you’d taken off the table, saltyiness sending shivers down your spine.

Lights flash, then slow down, illuminating each corner of the room. The room tenses—the beat is about to drop—and the spirit of the night reveals itself as your sight lands on a pretty boy with a recognisable face, and phones pointed in his direction.

A sense of elation��a rush of adrenaline—washes over you. He doesn’t look your way, not yet, but you know where the night is about to take you.

Plot twist, you chuckle to yourself. Those were all lies.

INTRODUCING:

a short charles x dark!reader series in which the reader's affection corrupts the racing star, driving him away from the car and towards what could become one of the greatest scandals in the sport's history.

18+ only, as themes of substance abuse, toxic relationships and sexual content will be present in varying degrees. heavily inspired by hozier's song from eden.

this will consist of 10 chapters, which you can find links to below:

coming soon

i hope you're as excited for this as i am, so please let me know if you want to be tagged when the chapters are out!

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #m.fic #so excited for this one!!! please give it some love #it's going to be a short one but my first series on here!! buzzing!!#i have a rough outline for the entire thing but we'll see how the wordcount changes for the chapters #part one should be either by the end of this week or beginning of next #i've got a few things to attend to for the rest of the week but should be free afterwards to work on this #also this post serves as the series masterlist so it's easily accessible

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wrecker-week · 3 months ago

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Wrecker Weeks: Event Masterlist

Here are the works that were posted for the event - you can also see some of these lovely creations in our AO3 Collection!

If you haven't already, please show some love to these amazing pieces of art and writing and their creators! Thank you to everyone who participated in showing Wrecker some appreciation this month :)

Art:

Armor Painting by @totallywizard07

Baking by @tlmtwelve

Choking Hazard (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Dragon AU/Protective by @squad-724

Dragon AU by @tlmtwelve

Dragon AU by @thecoffeelorian

Fight & Lula by @thecoffeelorian

First Kiss (Wrecker x OC) by @teesy738

First Kiss by @tlmtwelve

Free Space by @tlmtwelve

Goth Wrecker by @wings-and-beskargam

Hand holding by @vikushat

Hand holding by @thecoffeelorian

Hand holding by @tlmtwelve

Human Shield (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Imperial AU by @tlmtwelve

Lula & Hugs by @squad-724

Lula & Hugs by @tlmtwelve

Lula by @separatistnightmare

Medieval AU by @separatistnightmare

Monster AU by @tlmtwelve

Name Origin by @tlmtwelve

Nightmares by @tlmtwelve

Pabu Beach Day by @tlmtwelve

Pabu Beach Day by @electrikworm

Pabu Beach Day by @thecoffeelorian

Pirate AU by @tlmtwelve

Protective by @tlmtwelve

Scar Origin/Armor Painting by @totallywizard07

Scar Origin by @thecoffeelorian

Sketches by @deerspringdreams

Training (Wrecker x OC) by @deerspringdreams

Trans Wrecker by @electrikworm

Untitled by @vikushat

Untitled by @lonewolflupe

Warmth by @tlmtwelve

Warmth (Wrecker x OC) by @separatistnightmare

Wrecker's Nightmare by @vikushat

Wrecker Study by @vikushat

Writing:

Borgified by @gun-roswell

Hold on Tight by @electrikworm

Like New by @electrikworm

Lula by @electrikworm

My profile ever so pretty by @gun-roswell

Nightmare by @electrikworm

On the precipice, watching the storms by @gun-roswell

Snowy Surprises by @ghostofskywalker

“Thanks for keeping quiet, this one was ready to pop!” (Wrecker x Fem!Reader NSFW) by Crosshairs_dumb_pimp_gf (AO3)

Weather Wrecker Likes It or Not by Aelfwynn (AO3)

Wrapped in Love (Wrecker x Fem!Reader) by @ireadwithmyears

Wrecks and Lula - Here We Go Again! by @gun-roswell

Headcanons:

Explosions and Demolitions Expert by @sunshinesdaydream

Throwback Thursday:

Accidental First Kiss (Wrecker x GN!Reader) by @sunshinesdaydream

Knight in Plastoid Armor (Wrecker x Fem!Reader) by @ghostofskywalker

Playing Pretend (Wrecker x Fem!Twi-Lek!Reader NSFW) by @jetii

Trooperhearts: Wrecker by @sunshinesdaydream

Wrecker at Magic Kingdom by @sunshinesdaydream

#wrecker-week #wrecker weeks masterlist #week one #wrecker tbb #tbb wrecker #wrecker #tbb wrecker fanfiction #tbb wrecker fanart

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crsssie · 9 months ago

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creaks in the floor || task force 141 + könig horror event

Pit. pat. pit. pat.

There is a sense of death that only seems to ghost with staying quiet for the better, hand over your mouth as you dare not to even dart your eyes, the quiet creaking of the floorboard squeaking with each step. The tanginess of the red coats your lungs, and the splinter the raw wood gives you stains your mouth. You'll hold your breath, count to ten, and then the creaks in the wood disappear into another bad dream.

Though, the blood of red snarled on the birch will not.

Week 1 - Sound // With Simon "Ghost" Riley

One second there is a crunch, and the next, death.

Week 2 - Smell // With Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Metallic, tangy... rotting

Week 3 - Sight // With König

There is blue, then red, then, nothing.

Week 4 - Touch // With Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your skin prickles, his skin straightens

Week 5 - Taste // With John Price

a blood in your mouth. and there is metal where the tongue is.

Update time: thursdays ? i hope.

#☾.event #task force 141 #cod #reader insert #konig x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #☾.masterlist #its not SHOWING IN TAGSSSS #did NOT miss typing x reader tags for ppl with nicknames #where's that one meme where its like 'i have no respect for the english language my mistakes r all intentional' me rn #these r not for like guaranteed this is just like a general outline of what i'll be working on for the weeks n i'll post results on weekend #lowk scared for this whole thing it might crash n burn but MAYBE maybe it will be good writing practice

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clonedchaos · 7 months ago

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🌸👟 ♡𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 💗𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈: 𝒜 𝟤💜𝟤𝟦 𝒴𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 👟🌸

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Yasammy week brought to you by @yasammyweek!

°°°·.°·..·°¯°·..··..·°¯°·.·° .·°°°°°°·.°·..·°¯°·..··..·°¯°·.·° .·°°° 👟🌸 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷- 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝: 𝚁𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙴𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 🌸👟

👟🌸 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟸- 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 🌸👟

👟🌸 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟹- 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕 🌸👟

Day 4- Engagement/Wedding: First Dance (WIP)

Day 5- Track Meet: “I Do!”

Day 6- Baking: “Sammy? Your Apron is on Fire!”

Day 7- Free Day:

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osamusriceballs · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 25 <3

Iwaizumi x striptease

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,4 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"You're so fucking hot."

A low groan escapes his lips as his hips arch into yours while you straddle his lap. You continue to kiss his neck, your hands gently resting on his shoulders to maintain your balance on his muscular thighs. Athletic trainer? You almost snort. He looks more like an athlete himself. Iwaizumi's hands are restless, alternating between gripping your hips to sensually thrust into you and exploring the curves and contours of your body.

"You too," you sheepishly look up and smile at him, your cheeks warming as you admire his attractive face up close. The intense eye contact continues for a few moments, with both of you remaining silent, only the sound of your soft breaths filling the room.

That is until you can't resist any longer and begin to squirm on his lap. "Come here." He tilts his head and easily connects his lips with yours, much to your relief. You feel yourself melting into the kiss, savoring the soft caress of his lips against yours and the gentle increase of pressure. You moan as his tongue grazes your lower lip, silently requesting more access, to which you eagerly oblige by parting your lips.

Your passionate make-out session is suddenly interrupted by the loud music coming from the closed front door, undoubtedly from the new neighbors next door. You pull back slightly at the noise, just enough to notice a slight frown on his face, and he sighs deeply while squeezing your hips. Since the new neighbors moved in next door, they've made a habit of playing loud music every Saturday night, making you feel like you're in a crowded club. Their music is usually energetic and intense, probably used for home workouts, but tonight's music is different. It's a slow, sensual melody that makes you want to sway your hips as you cling to Iwaizumi.

You both exchange glances while the music plays, and his initial frown quickly dissipates along with your disappointment of the music ruining your sweet moment. "Dance for me?" He suddenly breaks the silence with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, his happiness evident as he gazes expectantly at you. "Really?" you hesitantly ask, feeling somewhat perplexed by the unexpected request.

"Hmm. The music is perfect for this." He grins, his expression so tender and affectionate that you give him one last peck on the lips, pressing your lips against his long enough to elicit a groan from him before you finally get up.

Your movements are initially stiff as you're not quite sure how to proceed, but as you notice his leg bouncing in anticipation, you decide to go with the flow. You're convinced that you can't go wrong; Iwaizumi has adored, praised, and cherished your body so many times that you can't imagine him ever being disappointed in anything you do.

You slowly dance to the music, gently swaying your body while maintaining eye contact with him. You do a little twirl, just enough to let your skirt flutter a bit, earning an approving hum from him. "Always so fucking pretty for me," he runs his hands over his pants and takes a deep breath, his eyes tracking every movement of your body.

"What should I take off first, Hajime?" you ask, batting your eyelashes as seductively as possible. His leg stops bouncing at your question, and he quickly licks his lips before leaning forward ever so slightly. "You're letting me choose?" You feel a shiver run down your spine at his expectant gaze, your body growing warmer as you stand before him, swaying to the music.

"Your shirt. I think it would look better on the floor." He grins, watching as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, slowly reaching for the hem of your shirt. "You don't like it, then?" You ask with a teasing smile, and he immediately shakes his head. "No, I love it! It's my favorite color on you." You raise your eyebrows at his statement, mentally noting to wear this color more often.

"Oh? Should I keep it on, then?" You let your hands fall to your sides, ensuring that you continue to sway to the music and let your hands wander down your sides.

"Baby," he groans in frustration, his hands caressing the fabric of his pants once more, and you decide to give in. You bring your hands back to the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it. You expose inch by inch, his gaze fixed on the movement of your hands as it trails down your chest, leaving your upper body clad only in an almost see-through lacy bra. Once you've finally pulled the shirt over your head, you hear his breath hitch. You know how much he adores the bra and the matching panties, that's why you chose to wear them today to surprise him - the perfect choice as it seems.

"What next?" You ask, your voice slightly higher pitched than usual, conveying how hot and bothered he's making you feel with the way he watches you with his bright green eyes, much like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to devour. "The skirt." His response is so quick that you know he thought about it while you were undressing, but that was exactly the effect you aimed for: to stimulate his imagination and to make his mind go crazy. You sway your hips just a bit slower, maintaining eye contact to intensify the tension while you unzip your skirt from the side, making sure to caress all of your exposed skin. The fabric falls down to your feet as you pull it over your hips, leaving you in a matching set of lace, almost bare in front of him. You don't feel the cold at all, not when Iwaizumi's gaze is so fiery and intense. The bulge in his pants is clearly visible, and you're relieved that the dark material of your panties hides the damp spot, which is nearly invisible from the outside.

"The bra next?" you tilt your head while you speak, your fingers fumbling with the cups of your bra as you wait for his response.

"Not yet. I want to savor you a bit. Do a twirl for me, love." You hold your breath for a moment and quickly nod, presenting your body from various angles as he watches attentively, his cock almost throbbing at the sight of you dancing so seductively only for him. Only for his eyes.

You keep your eyes on him when you bring your hands the the clasp of your bra, and this time he does not interfere. You fumble just for a second with it before you manage to unhook it, your body shivering in excitement. You let the fabric run down your shoulders, the movement feeling like a caress, and you find yourself wishing that he would finally touch you. That he would run his hands down your shoulders and kiss you and show you how much he loves you.

The bra joins the other clothes on the ground, and you let your hands roam along your body, touching yourself softly while you dance to the music. "You can't even imagine how sexy you look right now, love. So fucking sexy." He runs his hand through his dark hair, swallowing hard and raking his gaze over your body. He sounds so turned on, lust evident on his face, the tension in the room almost unbearable at this point.

You bite your lip and bring your hands to the hem of your panties to finish the show, but Iwaizumi moves quickly and catches your wrists before you can pull them down. You stare at him surprised, your eyes widened while you wordlessly let him pull you towards the bed until your back meets the soft mattress and he hovers over you. His hands go to your ankles and spread your legs, your core throbbing at this action, aching to be touched when he makes you feel even more exposed in your current position. Your jaw drops when he leans down and presses a kiss on your stomach, his teeth grazing at the lace of your panties, and you squirm under him when his hot breath meets your skin. A grin adorns his lips when he pulls the material back, just enough until it loudly snaps against your body.

"Just lay back and let me do the rest, love. I'll take care of this myself."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #HERE YOU GO!!#I'll will not be able to finish all the fics this month T.T #but I'm free after Thursday for two weeks- like I still have classes but no work! <3 #So I'll manage to write them over the weekend hopefully! <3 #I hope you enjoyed reading this! <3 #I found it quite challenging to write this to be honest #I really hope that this is okay #I'll post the next one on Wednesday #I'll also put that in the masterlist #don't want to keep anyone waiting T.T

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tamlinweek · 1 year ago

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Tamlin Week 2024 Master List

Once again, we want to thank each and every one of you for making this event so successful! If you would like to do us one more favor, please fill out this anonymous feedback form to let the mods know what you thought of Tamlin Week. Last year's survey was super helpful, especially in letting us know how to improve the event.

This post is the Super Mega Ultra Tamlin Week 2024 Master List! It has links to all the master lists for each day of Tamlin Week, with every single submission. At the bottom are links to more of the fun/helpful posts we've made in the lead up to Tamlin Week. Enjoy!

Tamlin Week 2024 Master Lists

Day 1: Heir of Spring/Human Tamlin

Day 2: Poet/Warrior

Day 3: Mates/Flower Language

Day 4: Calanmai/Happily Ever After

Day 5: Shapeshifter/Masquerade

Day 6: Dreams/Fairy Tale AU

Day 7: Free Day

Additional Links

Tamlin Week 2024 AO3 Collection (Instructions here)

Tamlin Week Statistics

Tamlin Creator Appreciation Posts

Tamlin Coloring Pages

The Language of Flowers

How to Participate in an Event

Tamlin vs. Tam Lin: A Brief Retelling

Tamlin Week 2024 Prompts, FAQ, and Rules

Tagging all the event's participants so everyone knows this is up!

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