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aaa bummer you can't participate in kinktober this year â¹ïž luckily your previous work is still engraved in my mind ðð» goodluck tho! it's quite understandable how hard it must be having to balance college with doing god's work in here ð
Yeah, im also bummed about itâno kinktober, no inktober, nothing :<
I donât even have time to schedule my usual birthday/Halloween party ðª
Iâd love to try to do it next year though! Maybe whip out the polls to get everyone to decide what they wanna read ^^
But weâll see, weâll see ð
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landonorris we miss our mommy
georgerussell63 Who left you in charge of a 1 month old and a 2 year old?
‷ landonorris iâm their dad??
‷ georgerussell63 And??
yn i miss my boys too ð¥¹ð¥¹ & donât forget to pick up mathéoâs ointment
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‷ all4lando sheâs such a mom i love it ð
francisca.cgomes our??
‷ landonorris she was my mommy first
‷ francisca.cgomes youâre disgusting
joris__trouche Justice for Malachi ð 0.5âs are not his friend ð
‷ yn are you implying my son doesnât look cute joris?? ð€š
‷ joris__trouche Nonono you and lando make the most beautiful babies in the world
leclerc_pascale My boys 𥰠We need to gave a family dinner soon
‷ landonorris YES PLEASE iâm in need of your pasta right now
‷ leclerc_pascale Come over and bring the boys, I just made some
‷ landonorris already in the car
arthur_leclerc i bet they miss uncle art so much 𥰠iâm coming over right now dw
‷ landonorris iâm locking the door
‷ arthur_leclerc girlâŠi have a spare key
‷ yn since when?
‷ arthur_leclerc me & charles snuck in when you guys were sleeping ð¥°
‷ charles_leclerc Hey donât expose me
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yn back with my boys ð€
landonorris first
leclerc_pascale Have fun on your date night!! Love you two ð€
‷ lorenzotl Not to much fun though, I donât need another nephew right now
‷ arthur_leclerc seriously do you guys ever just lay in bed?
‷ landonorris i am incapable of that youâre lucky weâre not on baby number 6
‷ arthur_leclerc oh!
maxverstappen1 Pussy whipped
‷ landonorris damn right
charles_leclerc Finally he wouldnât stop calling me to tell me he misses you
alexandrasaintmleux The sweetest baby boys 𥹠I love them so much
‷ landonorris woah now iâm a devoted and loyal husband to y/n alexandra
‷ alexandrasaintmleux ð blocked
carlossainz55 I miss my nephews I will be over soon to kidnap them â€ïž
‷ yn sounds great los ð«°ðœ
‷ sharls_leclercussy âlosâ iâm crying ð¥¹
danielricciardo Gurl boss âðœ
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landonorris moms such a party pooper ð she wouldnât let me paint the boys yellow and dress them up as minions
charles_leclerc Do you all just lay in bed all day? And do nothing?
‷ landonorris would you like it to be just me and y/n in bed alone doing something?
‷ charles_leclerc I will come sleep in between you two lando norris
mlnmarta Chiara misses Mathéo & Malachi!! We need to visit soon ð€
‷ yn yess come over!!
georgerussell63 We must make this happen I canât get the image out of my head
francisca.cgomes hot mama ððð¥µ
‷ landonorris real she can spank me anytime she wants
‷ mclaren Please do not make us take over your social media again Lando.
yn iâll put you in timeout
‷ landonorris please do ð«Šð«Š
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yn my babiesss ð€ living my dream
carmenmmundt So happy for you baby 𥹠Youâre so cute I miss you
‷ yn carmen ilysm ðð
alexandrasaintmleux Seriously though, our shopping date when? ð€šð€š
‷ yn tomorrow ð«
francisca.cgomes MILF MILF MILF
‷ carmenmmundt MILF MILF MILF
‷ alexandrasaintmleux MILF MILF MILF
‷ lilymhe MILF MILF MILF
‷ lilyzneimer MILF MILF MILF
‷ landonorris MILF MILF MILF ð€€ð¥µðð
landonorris let me put another baby in you please please please mommy ððð«ð
‷ yn landoâŠweâve talked about whatâs appropriate to comment and whatâs not
‷ mclaren Come on bro ð
‷ francisca.cgomes take away his social media rightsâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
leclerc_pascale My beautiful girl and her beautiful familyð¥°
lilymhe ok period aesthetic queen
haileybeiber literally my pintrest board
carla.brocker i miss you sweet girl ð
‷ yn i miss you we need to have a sleepover soon ð¥¹
‷ flowers444yn y/n still having sleepovers as a wife and mom of 2 kids is so on brand
landoslove this post was for the girls
‷ landonorris donât forget lando ððð¥°
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landonorris Enjoying Barcelona with my family â€ïž
arthur_leclerc yk itâs not lando because heâs using auto caps
thisistotallynotlando they didnât take away my burner account ð€£ð«µðœ i canât be stopped
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alex_albon free lando till itâs backwards âðœ
pierregasly YOU WILL BE AVENGED LANDO
georgerussell63 This definitely sounds like lando ð
oscarpiastri Very convincing
slutmeoutlewis they actually took over his account again ðð
hoeforsainzzz justice for lando
thisistotallynotlando not gonna be a little family for long ð
lordperceval petition for lando to get his account back âðœ
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yn do you wanna play mermaids with us?
alexandrasaintmleux My love ð«Šð«Š
beloved.hamilton where are mathéo & malachi at??
‷ yn with their dad ð
carmenmmundt My mermaid tail is purple
oscarpiastri Come back down lando canât talk to you cause they took his phone and heâs tweaking
‷ sharls.eclair THEY TOOK HIS PHONE ð
francisca.cgomes damn ma
leclerc_pascale Beautiful girls â€ïž
‷ alexandrasaintmleux ð¥°ð¥°â€ïž
‷ yn thank you maman ð€
charles_leclerc My girls â¥ïžâ¥ïž
‷ yn â¥ïž
‷ alexandrasaintmleux ðâ¥ïž
mclaren i miss you baby - lando
‷ maxverstappen1 LMFAO GIRL ð
‷ sharls_lerklerk max?? ð
landosfootfungus whereâs landoâs comment?? ðª
‷ yn heâs in social media jail rn
lilymhe SO GORGEOUS UGH ð«
georgerussell63 The last slide is actually lando and y/n is you guys didnât know
‷ alexandrasaintmleux Actually ð€âðœ
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landonorris 3 weeks of good behavior and i got my account back. and what did i do in those 3 weeks of good behavior? i got my wife pregnant again ð
arthur_leclerc sick bastard (iâm so excited)
lorenzotl I jinxed it ðª
yn baby girl norris?? ð
leclerc_pascale Canât wait to meet my new grand baby ð¥°
alexandrasaintmleux yayaya so happy rn
carmenmmundt You two make the cutest babies itâs not even funny ð¥¹ð¥¹
francisca.cgomes YESYESYES SO EXCITED
joris__trouche Crazyy congrats you two ð
maxfewtrell Leave that poor girl alone
carlossainz55 UNCLE CHILI ð¶ïžâ€ïž
flavy.barla Awhh so happy for you two ð
ciscanorris Another one! ð©µð©·
charles_leclerc WHY DO YOU DO THIS?? MY BABY SISTER?? JUST LAY IN BED AND SLEEP ONCE IN A WHILE OH MY FUCK
‷ lilymhe anwaysâŠCONGRATULATIONS ð¥¹
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yn matthew senna norris ð€
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landonorris i love you baby thank you giving me everything iâve ever wanted and more â¥ïž
‷ yn i love you more
‷ landonorris i love you the most
alexandrasaintmleux baby matty ð¥¹ð¥¹
leclerc_pascale Another boy, are we surprised? Heâs the cutest boy in the world
georgerussell63 Coming over now
carmenmmundt Stopp how cute ð
charles_leclerc Je t'aime ma petite étoile
‷ sharlsworld âi love you my little starâ
arthur_leclerc project senna
mclaren Future world champ ð§¡
lorenzotl Maybe another one isnât so bad
oscarpiastri Malachi is barley 2 months old??
‷ landonorris i want a football team. itâs not my fault my wife is so sexy and iâm horny 25/8???
francisca.cgomes auntie kiki is coming baby!! ð
lilymhe cutie boy ð¥¹ð©µ
maxverstappen1 Now get a vesectomy lando â€ïž
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That send a heart emoji game, but it better encompasses the complex feelings between queer mutuals/followers:
â€ïž~ Iâm deeply in love with you even though weâve never met Irl
ð§¡~ I have feelings for you but will never tell you that off anon
ð~ Weâre just friends⊠unless?
ð~ I want to be you
ð~ Weâre actually just good friends, but I would die for you
ð~ Youâre hot and you intimidate me
ð©µ~ Youâre so cool, and I genuinely want to be besties
ð€~Me, you, and a U-Haul?
â£ïž~ I donât know if I hate you or if Iâm attracted to you
â€ïžâð¥~ Oil up
â€ïžâð©¹~ Please get help
ð~ Why do you live so far away? ð
ð~ If we were married weâd get divorced in less than a year
ð«~ You make me go feral
â¥ïž~ Youâre my type
ð~ I would fight you in a Wendyâs parking lot
ð~ Enemies to lovers?
ð~ I want to start an intense platonic friendship with you
ð~ We would destroy each other
ð~ Youâre my dear old friend (homosexual undertones)
ð~ Iâm judging you âïž
ð«¶~ Weâre bros/besties, but if you asked me out, I wouldnât necessarily say noâŠ
ð«°~ I antagonize you because I care <3
ð~ I have a crush on you, AND I want to be you
ð¥°~ Pay attention to me ð¥º
ð~ Letâs be roommates ð
ð€~ You scare me, and not in a hot way
ð©¶~ We would not get along
ð€~ Iâm outside your window ð
ð~ Iâm afraid of messaging you first
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Yes we want exo fanfics shut up stupid anon
EXO-Lâs letâs rise!
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ANYWAY BACK TO SUPER LATE Kataang week 2024 posting!
Day 11: YURI!!! featuring transfem Aang
Objectively the best prompt and I'm still mad I couldn't do better⊠maybe I will draw more of them like this, everyone's art has been so inspiring ðð«°â€ïž @kataaang-week
I doodled some concepts for what I wanted fem!Aang to look like, I like the idea of her having her hair as a 12 y/o and then as time goes on with her bending training she just fully shaves it off to make things easier & show that she's getting older ð let women be BALD!!!
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hey guys! sorry this is a little late but wanted to get something out for valentineâs day!! this will be a pretty short blurb! â€ïž love you guys and thanks so much for all the requests! will be finishing them soon!
valentineâs day!
pairing: walker scobell x fem! reader
summary: a social media blurb! you and walker celebrating valentines!
warnings: none! not proof read, the girls in these pictures are Y/N
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*via your instagram story*
*via walkerâs instagram story*
walkerscobell- happy valentineâs day bubs! i love you more than anything! â¥ïž
yourusername- i love you!!!!!!!!!!!
walkerfan- bro they are so in love
walkerfan2- alexa, play âthat should be meâ
walkerfan14- HELLO?!? THIS IS ADORABLE
yourusername- happy valentineâs day to the most amazing person ever!! i love you! ð«°â¥ïžððð©âð€ð©âð€ð€ª
walkerscobell- loveeeee youuuuuuuuu, but what is that last picture ððð
yourusername- @walkerscobell itâs my favorite pic of you ð©âð€ð©âð€ð©âð€ð¥ð¥ð¥µð¥µðð©
scobelllover-THE LAST PIC HELP?!?!?
walkerfan- Y/N just like us fr
walkerfan2- my new wallpaper ð
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thank you guys so much for reading! please send feedback and more requests!
hope all of you guys had an amazing valentineâs day! â¥ïžð€â€ïžâð¥
ððððªžð«âïžððððððððð§¡ð¥âïž
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Hello ð is it alright if I request an extra fluff/smut piece for Ghost? With the idea of mutual pining, playing peacocks around each other etc. My idea is something like : SO is good at either playing the guitar or singing, and we know Ghost can play the guitar so maybe SO shows off while in private with him or with the whole grp in the rec room or smth , maybe SO starts showing off and then Ghost joins in w his lil skill? idk it doesnt make a lot of logical sense but id like to think its cute...
Ps: I am absolutely going mad for your writings, they are so so good ! Thank you for sharing your art and talent with us â€ïžð«°ð»
Sorry if you dont like the idea, keep safe and have a lovely day ð
Nothing Else Matters
Simon âGhostâ Riley x fem!reader
[âNothing Else Mattersâ by Metallica]
[18+]
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⢠summary - ghost teaches you how to play a song on the guitar. he rewards you for listening so well lol.
⢠rating - 18+
⢠wordcount - 3.8k
⢠warnings - fem!reader, fingering, soft!ghost, HEAVY praise, a lil sprinkle sprinkle of a size kink, fluff, the mask stays on ð
â¿ ok but i lowkey struggled writing this idek why ð oh well thank you for the ask anon i love this idea fr!! i changed it up a lot, but i hope it's still ok :)
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For the past few weeks, you had been watching your lieutenant strum at his acoustic guitar after long, strenuous missions. He'd keep his mask on, ripping one skeletal glove off to change notes as his gloved hand strummed and plucked at the strings.
You'd sit across from him in the rec-room, just watching, curled up on the couch next to Gaz, who would be elatedly telling Ghost about songs he should learn on the guitar.
You'd watch his ungloved fingers; how they'd wrap around the neck of the guitar, pressing and moving around the chords. You'd watch his gloved hand; how, despite the fabric, it moved fluidly to brush a tune from the taut strings.
Ghost would hum along, too. Eyes flickering to either watch his hand movements, or stare absent-mindedly into the distance, long blond eyelashes fluttering.
One day, the taskforce returned from yet another stressful mission. Battered and bruised, the five of you wandered into the barracks with separate objectives to relax yourselves. Price disappeared into his office, Soap and Gaz to their respective rooms. That left you and Ghost to idle in the rec-room.
Ghost immediately picked up his guitar, having left it on the couch, and sat down. He drummed his fingers on the hollow body for a moment, staring at the floor. You watched him from the doorway, and he looked up, sensing your eyes on him.
You shied away under his gaze, dropping your head nervously. "Sorry, Iâ"
"You can watch," he said simply. "It's okay."
You smiled at him, entering the rec-room and taking a seat on the couch opposite. With his mask still on, he bit at the tips of his fingers and pulled his glove off with his teeth, dropping it beside him. He rested his ungloved hand around the neck of his guitar, rubbing his fingers along the fingerboard.
You watched the movements. He looked up at you. You felt the heat of embarrassment prickle at the back of your neck.
"You play?" He asked genuinely, nodding to his guitar.
You shook your head. "No, no. I just... I just like watching you play. You seem to really enjoy it."
He hummed, something like an mhm, but his voice was deep and, in all honesty, it distracted you.
"Helps me reduce stress," he told you, tampering with one of the pegs for a second. "Calms me down."
He then began to play. It was somewhat of a familiar tune, with gentle strumming. His fingers moved fluidly across the fingerboard, and you cocked your head as you watched, reclining further into the couch. You were still in your gear, dirty and flushed with sweat, but you were relaxedâ heart calming as you listened to Ghost's song.
You really didn't want to interrupt him, but the intrigue to know the song was almost overwhelming. He clearly could sense it as, without even looking at you, or pausing the movement of his gloved hand, he said: "Nothing Else Matters."
"Metallica?"
"Mhm." The same, deep hum.
You smiled, small. His picking hand was doing most of the work as the chords thrummed together, the song drifting softly around the rec-room. You felt sleepyâ like he was sending you to sleep with some sort of lullaby. But you didn't allow yourself slumber, continuing to watch as your lieutenant played.
Halfway through a chord, he stopped. He looked over at you, eyes framed by that signature black paint, and nodded down at his guitar. "You like Metallica?"
You shrugged. "I like that song. Slower. Calmer."
He nodded slowly, eyes flitting back down to his hands for a second, before he looked back up at you. "You wanna play it?"
You shook your head, sitting up. "I don't know how, lieutenant."
"I'll teach you." He said, patting the space on the couch next to him.
You were hesitant to move, fidgeting with your fingers. He was waiting patiently, a hand resting on the fraying couch cushion, the other holding his guitar to his chest.
You sighed. "Look, I haven't even gotten changed, and I probably need a showerâ"
"Sit down, sergeant," he said, almost jokingly. "I've been in the military a long time. Dirt and sweat is the least of my worries."
You bit your lip, but abided. You crossed the room, sitting down beside him. He shifted his body so that you could see his hands and the guitar. You watched closely as he guided you through the different chords, teaching you the basics of where to put your fingers.
You followed his ungloved hand with curious eyes, watching the way his fingers flexed, veins in his hands shifting with each press to a string. A sliver of tattoo poked out of his sleeve, along the edge of his wrist. The sight of the ink made your heart flutter.
"Easy enough, yeah?" He concluded, and you realised that you hadn't been paying attention for the past few minutes.
"Uh, yeah." You whispered, before he placed the guitar in your lap. You wiggled to get comfortable, but the way his eyes travelled up and down the length of your sitting frame was making you uncomfortably warm.
"Alright, now start like I showed you," Ghost said, voice low. "Two fingers likeâ yeah, perfectâ and that's Em. Then you'll move into D withâ goodâ then quickly into Câ that's it, good."
You moved your trembling fingers, spurred on by his soft praise. You could feel his body heat beside you, radiating. You swallowed thickly, concentrating on moving your hands in tandem, picking up the slow rhythm.
"Now Gâ yeahâ then Bâ three fingers, there you go, that's itâ now back to Emâ perfect, well done."
You paused. He had to be doing that on purpose.
"You picked that up pretty well, sergeant." He said.
"I barely managed that one verse," You groaned, flexing your already aching fingers. "Moving my fingers from Em into... uh..."
"D."
"D, right. I'm struggling getting my fingers into position in time." You said, and Ghost nodded next to you, moving closer.
He put a hand on your shoulder and turned you so that your back was to him, pressing against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your side, gripping the neck of the guitar.
"Just watch my hand." He said, masked mouth so close to your ear that you wanted to whimper.
His other hand moved around you, too. He began to strum, slowly, as you watched the movement of his ungloved hand. Effortlessly, he moved between chords, and you watched how he shifted the positioning of his fingers.
"You just have to take it nice and slow," he whispered. "There's no rush. You're learning. Here, you try."
He moved his hand, but kept his gloved one in place. "I'll strum. You focus on the chords."
Well, you couldn't focus on anything with how close he was to you. But, nevertheless, you tried. You did it exactly how he showed you: carefully moving your fingers across the fingerboard, two fingers to three, from one chord to another. You did it a few times as Ghost plucked at the strings.
Each time you failed to transition smoothly between chords, he'd murmur in your ear: "almost", "nearly there", "that's okay, try it again."
When you finally nailed the transition a few times, you hid your glee as he praised you: "that's it", "there you go", "good girl."
The last praise made your fingers stutter, and you prayed he didn't notice. But after half an hour of learning the basics, you decided it was time to get some rest. So, you thanked Ghost, bid him goodnight, and headed off towards the showers, skin warm and mind buzzing.
Ghost watched you go.
Of course he noticed the way you reacted to his voice, his praise.
He had always loved the way you watched him play. Sitting next to Gaz, watching on so intrigued, big eyes following each languid movement of his hands. He liked looking up and catching you staring, only for you to look elsewhereâ at your hands, the floor. He liked seeing you nervous.
Ghost especially liked teaching you how to play. Who wouldn't?
Watching the way your brows lightly furrowed as you concentrated, how your hands, so much smaller than his, wrapped around the neck of the guitar and pressed down on the fingerboard. He'd observe the way you bit your lip when you had to focus particularly hard: changing chords, for one thing.
Then, when he pressed you to him, the warmth of your bodyâ even through your military gearâ was astounding. He could feel your breathing against his chest, hear the way you sighed through your nose when you got a chord wrong. He really loved when he spoke, close to your ear, and your body tensed for just a second. A second that made Ghost thankful for the thick material of his cargo pants.
He'd always had this juvenile crush on his sergeant. He whittled it down to being a man working with an attractive woman in an adrenaline-fuelled environment. Nothing more.
But having you so close to him, letting him teach you and speak softly in your ear, made him realise thatâ
"Fucking hell..." Ghost grumbled, placing the guitar to the side and running a hand down his face.
Thinking of you, he could already feel the blood in his body begin to head southward. He stood up, realising that it was time for bed.
And probably a cold shower.
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The next couple of weeks, something in the air between you and your lieutenant had changed.
Maybe you were imagining things, maybe you weren't. But your interactions with your superior had shifted and you wondered if anyone else noticed it too.
Ghost had been continuing to teach you how to play. He was adamant for you to complete the entire song, and every couple of days, he would invite you back into the rec-room and pick up where you left off. You were getting the hang of it, actually.
But other mannerisms of his changed, also. He was gentler with you, spoke quieter, ensured you were okay more often. His orders to Soap and Gaz were abrupt, loud. His orders to you were quieter, less of a shout, usually paired with a gentle squeeze of your shoulder.
He'd pop his head into your room, asking how you were. You would tell him that you're fine. He would reply skeptically, "let me know if you need anything, okay?"
It all seemed confusing. This big, hulking figure of a man with a skull-face balaclava treating you like some kind of porcelain doll. But, you weren't complaining, and Ghost noticed that.
He'd have to be blind not to take notice.
Your pretty smile when you thanked him for something. Your sparkling gaze when you looked up at him. Your subconscious efforts to get closer to himâ sitting beside him at briefings, pairing up with him on a mission, asking him for help when you needed it.
Ghost was basking in your presence and enjoying every second of it.
So when another guitar lesson came around, Ghost was eager to see how well you were doing. He was impressed by how fast you had picked it up, smiling when you managed a near perfect run-through of the song a couple of nights ago. Thank fuck for the mask, he thought.
"I think I've almost got it." You beamed, flopping down beside him on the couch.
He smiled under his mask, handing you his guitar. "You think?"
You nodded excitedly, positioning yourself so you were facing him. He watched as you began to play, the tune slower than he played it, but still good. Meanwhile, you were burning up on the insideâ the way he was watching you play making you flush. You knew he wasn't even looking at the movement of your hands. He was looking at your face, your expressions. You screwed your eyes shut, losing focus and messing up the chord transition. You cursed under your breath.
"Still having trouble with the Em to D, huh?" Ghost asked, cocking his head to the side and resting his hands on his knees.
The transition was difficult, but you had been practising. The reason you had messed up was because your lieutenant was looking at you like thatâ
Soft eyes, long lashes, semi-lowered eyelids, smudges of black paint, gloved hands on his knees, large thighs pressed to the couch.
Oh my God, you thought.
Ghost chuckled lowly, as if he could hear your thoughts. That scared the shit out of you, but when he shifted his position, taking the guitar from you, you sighed, relieved.
"I'll run you through it one more time," he said, proceeding to show you the smooth, seamless transition of his fingers. You looked on, attempting to be subtle as you pressed your thighs together, warmth gathering. What the hell. "Think you can manage that?" He asked.
You hesitated to nod, chewing on your bottom lip.
Ghost followed the movement for a split second, snapping his gaze back to your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak.
"Could you... could you help me?"
"'Course," he said quickly, shuffling back on the couch and spreading his thighs. You moved between them, sitting with your back to his chest. Comfortable, as he placed the guitar on your lap and urged you to take hold. He covered your hands with his. "Two fingers to three, sergeant. Easy does it."
He guided you through it.
You were successful in each movement of your fingers.
"There you go, good girl. You've got it, haven't you?" Ghost said in your ear as you strummed, continuing through the verses.
You played for him, still perched between the mass of his thighs, his broad chest moving against your back as he breathed. He had moved his hands away from yours. They rested on your waist, holding you lightly as you played. His thumbs soon rubbed circles in time with your plucking, right on the curve of your hips. Only now did you realise he had taken off both of his gloves.
Tentatively, his hands moved around your hips, then waist to your stomach. He pushed you, carefully, further against his chest as he tucked his head onto your shoulder. You sighed through your nose, trying not to whine as you progressed through Nothing Else Matters.
"Doing so good, sergeant. So good," he whispered, hands splayed warmly across the shape of your tummy. His breath was warm against your neck, your ear, even through his mask. You shuddered against him, but didn't lose your concentration. "You like me teaching you things, hm?"
You allowed yourself a small whine, followed by a nod. He huffed a quiet laugh against your shoulder, sliding his hands back to your hips. He grabbed onto you, pulling your backside flush to his pelvis, making you gasp. Your fingers stopped.
"Keep playing, baby," he cooed into your ear, voice thick and rich with praise and lust. You obeyed, picking up where you left off. He circled your hips with his fingers, before allowing them to slide back to your front, sitting on the buckle of your belt. "If you don't wantâ"
You cut him off. "Keep going."
He didn't say anything, but he popped your belt open as you resumed playing. He kept his head on your shoulder, watching your hands move as he unzipped your cargos and peeled them open. He slid one hand inside, cupping the front of you over your underwear. He waited and, when you said nothing, he slipped two fingers inside and dragged them towards your heat.
When his digits made contact with your wet core, both of you whined. You stopped, letting your fingers rest against the strings as he trailed his fingers up and down your slit a few times, sliding between the heat of your folds.
"So wet..." He drawled, two fingers snagging your dripping entrance, circling it. You arched against him, song long forgotten. You whined softly into the sudden quietness of the rec-room, and Ghost nuzzled his masked face into the crook of your neck.
"Come on, baby. Keep playing for me," he said, urging you to continue with a pause of his movements. With shaking fingers and a desperate sigh, you started again, rec-room no longer quiet. As you did that, he brought his fingers to your entrance and carefully pushed them inside.
You whined, missing a couple of chords. "Lieutenantâ"
"Shh, baby, I know, you're doing so well," Ghost hushed, gently flexing his fingers inside you. "Just want you to finish the song, okay? You can do that for me, baby, I know you can."
Damn it.
Desperately ignoring his thick fingers inside you, you continued. You had just a couple more verses to go, but the fact you could hear your lieutenant huffing softly behind you wasn't doing you any favours.
"So good... so good..." He was muttering to himself, kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder through his mask. His fingers had a slow, but steady pace. He could feel droplets of your arousal running between the grooves of his knuckles. This made him even more hardâ painfully soâ in the confines of his thick cargos.
With one verse to go, you felt Ghost drag his other hand from your hip to your underwear. He dipped inside, running a finger up and down your folds to collect your arousal as his other hand worked your cunt. He moved his finger, callouses soaked, to your clit and pressed firmly. You keened, arching against him as he rubbed steady circles across the bundle of nerves. Your fingers were trembling against the guitar, warmth spreading rapidly through your body.
"That's it, almost there," Ghost muttered, and you weren't exactly sure if he was referring to the song or your climax. "Sounds so good, baby." Again, the song, or your noises of pleasure? You were surrounded in a muddled daze of him, and you were loving it.
When you completed the song, you were quick to discard the guitar onto the other end of the couch, leaning back against Ghost as he trapped you between his thighs, hands moving against you simultaneously. You released a breathy moan, and then felt the finger on your clit depart. It made home on your mouth, blocking your noises as Ghost fucked his fingers into your needy hole.
"Nice and quiet, sergeant. There you go..." Ghost said, hand on your mouth delicate as he cupped your face.
Your orgasm was approaching rapidly as you screwed your eyes shut, revelling in Ghost's presence behind you, and his fingers pumping into you. You were wet and aching for him, the pressure in your belly building with each timed thrust. His fingers dragged against your walls, rough yet gentle at the same time.
"Been such a good girl, listening to me," he whispered, fingers stroking your cheek as he muffled your mewls. "Think you can cum for me? Think you can cum 'round my fingers?"
You hummed against his hand, hips meeting the movements of his fingers. You were whimpering from the back of your throat continuously as the orgasm spread throughout your body, bubbling through your nerves as he ushered you closer and closer.
"Let go, baby, know you can," Ghost nudged the shape of his nose against your ear as he spoke, fingers to the knuckle inside you, and you whined out desperately. You came with a shunt and a shiver, cunt spasming around his fingers as you sobbed into the palm of his hand. "Atta girl, there you are. So good, baby. So good." He praised you, working you through the ripples of your orgasm.
You were breathing heavily against his hand when he retracted his other from your underwear. Carefully, he pulled his hand away from your mouth, too, stroking your face gently as you leaned back into him. He placed a couple of kissed on the angle of your jaw.
You could feel the hard imprint of his cock against the curve of your arse. You moved backwards, grinding against it, feeling his body stiffen behind you. He exhaled, letting a low fuck slip out of his mouth.
"Want you..." You whimpered, underwear cool and wet against your core, your blood pumping hot through your veins.
Once more, he placed kisses along your jaw and neck through the soft material of his balaclava. You turned your head to allow him better access, relishing in the warmth of his mouth ghosting across your sensitive skin.
"Not tonight," he muttered, and it sounded strained: as if he really, really wanted to. He continued to hold your hips, pressing you into him, keeping you secure on his lap. "You've been so good already, but not tonight. I think you need a bit more practise... maybe tomorrow I can give you another lesson."
You were nodding eagerly before he even finished the rest of his sentence.
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The next day, you were sitting cross-legged on the couch, playing the guitar in the rec-room. The rest of the 141 had gathered, listening to you play a perfect rendition of Metallica's Nothing Else Matters.
After the final verse, Price, Soap and Gaz applauded you. You beamed, resting the guitar on your lap and thanking them. They noticed how hard you practised to learn the tune, and barraged you with a stream of compliments. After a little while, they left, leaving you in the rec-room with Ghost: sitting on the opposite couch, arm stretched across the back, watching you with glimmering eyes.
"You're amazing at that." He said, and you smiled nervously.
"I had an amazing teacher."
He scoffed, still looking at you dotingly. "Sure, but it was all you, pretty girl. The rest of the boys thought you did great."
You averted your eyes, suddenly bashful. When you looked back at him, his head was slightly cocked, analysing your expression. You mimicked the tilt of his head, and you knew then that he was smiling beneath his mask.
"I... I'd like to learn another song, if that's all right with you." You said, drumming your fingers lightly on the sleek wood of the guitar.
"Oh yeah?" He reclined on the couch, shifting his hips. You tried really hard to ignore the movement. "What song're you thinking of?"
You shrugged, biting your lip to hide a smile. "You can choose."
He stared at you for a moment, and you picked up the minuscule movement of his mask. He was smiling like an idiot beneath that stupid mask.
Then, he widened his legs, spreading them further. He pat one of his thighs, a couple of smacks to the solid muscle. "Come on then, pretty girl. I have a couple'a songs in mind."
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² happiest of birthdays to my favorite person ð¥¹â€ïž
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ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž all my best birthdays are with you ð
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž hereâs to many more together â€ïž
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» what am i? chopped liver? ðª
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» aw donât be jealous. we love you childhood bestie ð«°ð»
ððŒðŒð»ð¶ðð®ðž hands down hyosan highâs best looking couple
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® you guys came a long way from secretly staring at one another in class. my babies ð¥º
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ my parents are so cute ðð
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ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» guysâ night in! âœïž
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² are you two cheating on me? ð¶
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² and what about it? ð€·ð»
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² weâre marathoning matches together!
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž are you my bf or his? ð€š
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² mine, obviously âð»
ðµð®ð»ðŽðð²ðŒð»ðŽðð anddd sheâs finally the third wheel for once!
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ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž vitamin sea ðïž
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² button up sir, youâll catch a cold ð€ð»
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² then you can take care of me ð
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž pretty sure thatâs not the reason sheâs going into the med field for ã
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ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ I just realized from the pics y/n showed me that you guys went on vacation together ð¥º
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ our families always take trips together!
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž and where was my invite?
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» third wheeling so hard that even his family is third wheeling with him ð
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» last time I checked you declined because youâd feel too single
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² sheâs always so mean to me ð
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» donât let that stop you!
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» starting to think IâM the third wheel here
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» you guys are losers. @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² my arms are wide open ð€
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® I donât run but for you Iâll sprint Prez ðð»ââïž
ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® kids, stop fighting
ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð @ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ ha-ri noona, do you want to go on vacation with me? ð§ð»
ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® nevermind, continue fighting and count me in. starting with @ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² soju spills secrets, so soda it is ð€«
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ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® alliteration ð®âðš. truly beauty AND brains ~
ðµð®ð»ðŽðð²ðŒð»ðŽðð @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® whatâs alliteration?
ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð @ðµð®ð»ðŽðð²ðŒð»ðŽðð you, you idiot, since you canât read
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð thatâs⊠illiterateâŠ. ð
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ hehe I know one of them ð€
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ you know a lot more than just one at this point ðð
ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ I should be calling you unnie
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ but Iâm the younger one ã
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ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² doesnât matter to me. if youâre this pretty, youâre unnie ~
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» on my way to tell mrs. hwang ð£ïž
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» and does mrs. lee know you nearly set the house on fire trying to fry ONE chicken leg last week?
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž quick I need blackmail material
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» no can do buddy, my lips are sealed
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž by what? ð
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² kisses âºïž
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž ð
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² ð€¢ suddenly wishing I was the chicken leg
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ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð oh?! he finally invested in some socks!!! bare-su needs a new nickname
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» what are you staring at?
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» y/n
ððŒðŒð»ð¶ðð®ðž @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» y/n
ðµð®ð»ðŽðð²ðŒð»ðŽðð @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» y/n
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ heâs not special, I would too â¡
ððð·ð¶ð»ð»ð» old habits do die hard ð€£
ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» me! âºïž
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² @ððð·ð¶ð»ð»ð» guilty! always have and always will!
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² i am tortellini in love with you ðð«¶ð» @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð®
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ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ my girlfriend ð¥¹
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ no, MY girlfriend ð¥°
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® sorry to break it to you girls but sheâs mine ð
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ if itâs the two of us, we can take him on áŠ(ò_óË)ဠáŠ(ò_óË)á€
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® deal. meet you at midnight ð€ð»
ð°ðµð²ðŒð»ðŽðð®ð» @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž iâd sleep with one eye open if I were youâŠ
ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð no one ever wants to get pasta with me ToT
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ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž all these years and I still donât know how I got so lucky ðð
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ððŒðð¿ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² another trip around the sun with you. it still makes me dizzy ð
ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ is your girlfriend single?
ððð·ð¶ð»ð»ð» @ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ ðð€£
ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð @ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ are YOU single, noona? ð§
ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ @ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð yes, and NOT ready to mingle
ðµð®ð»ðŽðð²ðŒð»ðŽðð @ð·ð·ð®ð»ðŽðµð®ð¿ð¶ @ðð®ð»ðŽð±ð®ð²ðð clearly the target for todayâs archery practice has been decided! ð¹ð
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ can you fight???
ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ unfortunately he can ð
ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž @ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð°_ð»ð®ðºð¿ð® iâm a whole foot taller than both of youâŠ
ð»ð®ðº.ðŒð»ð·ðŒ @ð¹ððµðð²ðŒðž appa told me âwhen in doubt, kick lowâ ð€
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FLOW -
[ kim taehyung x reader ]
TAE ( ÂŽ()Ë )
taehyung: baby was just in the store
and the worker lady came and asked me what the flow was like
at first i was like
???
but then it clicked
so then i dropped the hardest freestyle known to man
like no joke was wayyy better than anything yoongi joon or hobi would spit
and i KNOW she was fucking with it cuz she was like
âheavy?â
LIKE YES MY FLOW HEAVY AS HELLL
y/n: are you actually brain dead be honest
taehyung: donât be mad cuz you donât flow like me
y/n: i do flow
taehyung: NO WAY?????
didnât know u got down like that pretty
should we battle or something
letâs get the worker lady to judge it
y/n: did you get the fucking pads or not?
taehyung: what
y/n: taehyung
taehyung: taehyung
y/n: yes or no
taehyung: oh
y/n: donât oh me
taehyung: um
y/n: taehyung
taehyung: ok i see where i went wrong lolz
i was standing in front of the little period isle when she asked about flow
in my defence she should of been more specific
like iâm kim taehyung
ofc iâm gonna be thinking about music
like thatâs my whole life
y/n: you had a mask on no?
taehyung: yeah
but i have real recognisable eyes she should of known
y/n: or maybe you should of had some fucking common sense?????
taehyung: i did
itâs very common to confuse flows
y/n: you were standing in the pad isle and chose to freestyle
taehyung: did do that
y/n: you amaze me
taehyung: thank u â€ïž
y/n: that was not a compliment
taehyung: iâm pretty sure it was
y/n: iâm telling you itâs not
taehyung: someoneâs on her period ð
y/n: I AM
iâm actually going to strangle you
wow
taehyung: almost home
y/n: do not come back
taehyung: letâs get the pads together
and like idk what size pussy you wear so like you can help
y/n: stop talking to me
oh my god
i hate you
i actually hate you
taehyung: is ur pussy big???
be honest
y/n: STOP TALKING
IM BEGGING YOU
taehyung: small medium or large
just like a coke from mcdonalds
tell me babe
y/n: you did not just compare my pussy to a fucking mcdonalds coke
taehyung: would you of preferred i said sprite??
y/n: go
away
taehyung: meow
are you mad at me????
what did i do
baby :(((((((((((
y/n: if you do not come home with my fucking pads and flowers iâm not letting u in
taehyung: what about mcdonalds???
y/n: fuck off
taehyung: ur telling me ur not hungry rnâŠ
y/n: are you trying to call me big??
taehyung: the biggest!!!
y/n: blocked.
taehyung: HEART
THE BIGGEST HEART OH MY GOD BABE I SWEAR
OH MY GODDD I SWEAR THE BIGGEST HEART U HAVE IT I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT
ITS HARD TO TYPE AND WALK I SWEAR OH MY GOD
y/n: donât care kys
taehyung:
y/n: what the actual fuck is wrong with you
taehyung: wrong photo
there you go
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why they kinda look like us waitttt
y/n: that is a white man and woman
taehyung: us in an alternate universe
y/n: bye
taehyung: baby talk to me pls
come back
letâs love
not fight
#lovewins
not hate
letâs hold hands
skip in some fields
letâs paint
omg paint me like one of ur french girls
didnât that girl that like almost drown say that
lol
flipping loser
i could never drown
put me in the middle of the ocean and i wouldnât drown iâm telling you
iâm a swimmer
not a drowner
put me in a hurricane bro
y/n: hurricane??
taehyung: the big wave of water thing
y/n: a tsunami????
taehyung: is that not a dessertâŠ
y/n: what
taehyung: tsunami
y/n: no
taehyung: babeâŠ
y/n: just piss off actually
taehyung: i told you
y/n: that literally says tiramisu
taehyung: exactly
y/n: last words
taehyung: chicken nuggets?
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taehyung:
aw wait wtf :/
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silly little silly post
donât hold me to this btw these are just quick silly little sillies you get me??? probably not but itâs ok cuz i get it and thatâs all that matters in life sighs
i could be a poet guys iâm telling you
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Hello again ð
Can I please request something with a tired Marlon? because poor Marlon is fed up with the bullshit of our chaotic farmers ð€£ ð
Or just something with Wren, I love her â€ïž
Have a good day ð«°ð
THE GRANDFATHER EVER,, this man loves the farmer but at the same time he's so done with our shenanigans ð
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Imagine : Tom Riddle x Y/N ðâ€ïž
It's an idea of a plot that I got in my head. Could be a good story though. Here I present to you his manic beautiful face. And then the summary :
ð©· A story in which Y/N turns to the dark arts because she's had enough of being bullied and she wants to get back at them. Tom witnesses it one day : she's being bullied by a bunch of girls and Y/N casts a spell which basically sews the lips of a girl together and an invisible knife is carving lines at each corner of her lips. Tom sees it and he knows it's clearly dark magic. But like a professor walks in and sees it and makes you end the spell. So the girl's lips are freed but the carving at the corner of her lips is still there so she's gonna be sent to the hospital wing to be healed. But it will never be healed completely so the marks will remain on her face. That's when Tom will come and talk to you. You will kind of get along chatting about dark magic. So the next time the girl and her group will kind of seek revenge for what you did, besides what they all did to you before, anyway. So, they want revenge but you will be with Tom, I mean you're alone but Tommy is kind of nearby. He will hear them and he will defend you just before the girl's spell hits you. So basically you will both be called monsters kinda, but you will be Monsters together. ð©·
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Thoughts ? ð
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Harry Potter Masterlist
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