#LIKE GODDAMN HES FINE 😫

[delulufortoji]

stop cs gege knew what he was doing putting toji in a sweater 🤭

LIKE AHHHH???

[csainzoperator]

yummy: LN4 ☆

summary: y/n is a chef in the mclaren hospitality who is famous for her fabulous recipies. everyone is head over heels for her recipies, and a certain someone is most definitely more than head over heels. but not just for the food.

(lando norris x fem!reader)

read more under the cut!

itsmey/n has posted!

another day at work! for the british gp, their special "sticky toffee pudding" was a success :)

tagged: landonorris and oscarpiastri

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landonorris it was so yum (she fed us the so called desert forcefully after giving us a 4 course meal)

- oscarpiastri you're such an ungrateful brat. it was great, bestie itsmey/n

- itsmey/n thank you pastry, and lando...i might leave you to starve to death.

lewishamilton i would kill for a pudding rn! you should drop by merc hospitality y/n!

- mclaren look at you trying to steal our goddamn chef....

f1wagsss oh my god you're so pretty

landonorris has posted!

P2 AT HOME RACE BABY!! so proud of the team to be finishing at P2 and P4. also special thanks to y/n for feeding us well :)

tagged: oscar piastri and itsmey/n

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landonorizz are we gonn ignore the fact that y/n just made it to a lando post???

lechaaair OH Y/N FEEDS US TOO. SHE SERVES ALL THE DAMN TIME. MOTHER 🙏🏼🙏🏼

itsmey/n its literally my job tho...?

- oscarpiastri some people are bad at their job. he's appreciating you for being good. (lando you fr have no rizz man)

carlaando lando are you trynna make a move GN

- landonowinss BROS PROBABLY REGRETTING RN 💀

(time skip!)

it was the hungarian gp. you were in the mclaren hospitality. the mclaren kitchen was quite big, and your co-workers were extremely sweet. you mainly cooked for the drivers and mechanics, while guiding the others. you were tasting a dish when you feel a presence behind you. you immediately recognise who it is.

"what is it now, lando?" you ask with a knowing smile on your face. he sits down on the counter beside you and watches you as you work. "i was wondering if you would like to, maybe, just maybe, come outside with me and sit down and talk and get some food you know?" he blabbers

"are you asking me out on a date?" you tease him. "well, yeah. only if you want it to be. its okay if you say no" he says with a sad smile on his face. you cup his face with one of your hands and give his cheeks a squeeze. "ofcourse i'll come, dumbass. now shoo, let me work. you're too distracting"

the smug smile he has on his face makes you blush. "so i am distracting huh? what else am i? you can give me details when we go on that date" he winks at you and walks off. you just simply shake your head in amusement.

the date goes well. to be honest, more than well. you both have the most fun ever. lando is everything that you craved. he was the sweetest boy. day by day, meal by meal, both of you started talking more, discovering each other. one fine night, in his apartment in london, where you taught him how to bake his favourite cake, he surprises you by asking you to be his girlfriend. you say yes without hesitation. you knew he wasn't going to play around with your heart.

it was the brazilian gp. lando had placed P2 again! you were the proudest girlfriend to exist, and the happiest. you were just so incredibly proud as he was doing so good this year.

itsmey/n has posted!

brazil you were brilliiianttt <3 liked by oscarpiastri, mclaren, landonorris and 92,233 others.

f1wags HOLD UP. SOFT LAUNCHING????

oscarpiastri yuck i hate being around the hospitality now.

landonorris 🌟

- carlandodod PLS IM NOT OK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

- leclercvc oh. my. god. guys. i think its lando and y/n.

f1gosssip apparently some people saw looking for his "girlfriend" after the race, and some people even saw him kissing a girl in the mclaren garage! we hope its y/n 😫

y/nfannn MOTHER WHO IS THAT

landonorris has posted!

brazil with bae. thank you team for making the P2 happen! more to come.

p.s i don't believe in soft launches. she let me hard launch after 8 races 🖐🏼

tagged: itsmey/n and mclaren

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oscarpiastri GAG

carlandooo MAMA Y PAPA

carlossainz55 finally mate! congrats :)

maxverstappen1 lando isn't a kid anymore

f1wags OFFICIALLY OUR FAV WAG (with lily obv)

itsmey/n i love you, baby! super proud <3

- landonorris i love YOU. so much. so much.

paddockclubb 8 RACES?? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON OMG

the end ♡

[lanadelnegan]

season 9/10 Negan smut where reader and him are fuck buddies (negan is kinda catching feelings tho) and reader sucks him off in his cell 😫

Lip Gloss

S10/11 Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving)

"There's my girl." Negan grins at you from the dim light of his cell as you appear from the top of the stairs.

"I'm not your girl, Negan."

"Not yet." He stands up, making his way towards me. When he gets close enough, he grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to him until I'm flush against the cold bars.

My lips crash against his and I moan into his mouth. He just finished lunch earlier and the taste of a sweet apple still lingers on his tongue. It's been a little over a week since we last touched and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't given myself an orgasm every night to the thought of him. But it doesn't compare to how he makes me feel. I've never had a man touch me the way Negan does and I can't help but coming back for more.

"I'm gonna need you on your knees, y/n. Now."

I drop to my knees in front of him without hesitation and find myself eye-level with the large bulge in his pants. I quickly unzip him and pull out his semi-hard cock before giving it a few strokes. It grows to full length in my hand and I lick his tip teasingly.

"Keep teasing me and see where that gets you, baby." He grins down at me.

I take a moment to admire him before taking him into my mouth. I want to enjoy this as much as he will. I caress his heavy balls in my hand and bite my lip at the sight of his prominent veins spread throughout his cock.

I glance up at him before lifting his cock and stroking my tongue across his balls, taking one into my mouth and lightly sucking.

He watches me proudly, his eyes blown with lust. "Holyyy shit, look at you, my dirty girl."

"Not your girl, Negan." I remind him while licking my tongue up his shaft.

He reaches down to tuck some hair behind me ear and rubs his thumb lovingly across my cheek. "Keep telling yourself that, doll."

His tip is red, throbbing, and dripping with precum. I hold his cock in my hand and guide the tip across my upper and lower lip like I'm applying lip gloss.

"Goddamn, y/n. That is one hell of a sight."

My precum coated lips allow his dick to slide past them with ease and I don't stop until I feel the tip of him touch the back of my throat. He's so big that my hand still completely fits around the part that I can't fit in my mouth. And he's so fucking thick that it's hard to get my mouth comfortably around him, but I make it work because all I want to do right now is make this man feel good.

I close my lips around him and moan with him still in the back of my throat before pulling back slightly. I begin to suck him at a steady pace and his loud moans fill the empty room around us.

His fingers grip my hair roughly as he pushes my head further on his cock, making my eyes fill with tears. I jerk my head back and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong, darlin'? You were doing So. Good." He laughs, guiding my head back towards him.

I take him in my mouth again and suck harder and faster.

"Oh, Fuck, doll. You're gonna make me fucking cum." His breathing grows erratic. "You want it down your throat, baby?"

I nod my head desperately, sucking him like I need his cum to survive.

He lets out a few more loud, raspy moans before angling my head upwards by tugging on the back of my hair.

"I want to watch you swallow my fucking load, baby. You ready?"

His hip thrusts stop abruptly as he lets out a deep, animalistic groan. "Ah, FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck, baby."

With each "fuck" he says - warm, salty liquid shoots from his tip, filling my mouth completely. I savor the taste of him for a moment before swallowing it down and moaning with satisfaction.

At least I know I'd never die of thirst if we ever get lost together. I could drink his cum and be just fine.

He pulls me back up by my chin and I lean forward to kiss him, letting him taste his juices on my tongue.

"Mmm, baby. We taste So. Good. together."

I glare at him. "It's not happening, Negan. Stop trying to make this something it's not."

"No worries, darlin'." He smirks against my lips. "I've got all the time in the world."

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it. <3

xoxo

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 429 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE, LIKE LOOK AT JAMES BEING ALL PROUD OF DANIEL LIKE A BIG BROTHER. 😌💖

Every James Lee simp when they saw this panel:

Oh LAWD. IT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE! 🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔

NOOOOOOOO!!!JUST LET BIG DEAL GO!!!!! 😫

Bro, if you don’t get your polka dotted boxers out of my FACE…

JAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

SOMEONE SMACK SOME SENSE INTO THIS MAN! I DON’T WANT HIM TO GET CAUGHT AGAIN!!

OMG JASON, TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIIMMMMM.

BRO, WHY DOES THIS CHAPTER GOT ME UGLY CRYING???

Daniel coming in with the CLUTCH. BUT NO PLS, BABY BOY, DON’T GET ARRESTED!! Your mom won’t be happy if you do… 😭

Daniel got Eugene sweating bruh. 😰

Or so you thought...

AYOOOOOOOO???? 👀

Oh boohoo bro, you won’t get what you want this time. 😑

AYOOOOOOOOOOO X2 ????

OMG YES, FINALLY. STEVE HONG GETS TO HELP DANIEL!!!! 

This is really nice but where’s your son at? We’ve all been missing him. Like PTJ, pls give us a peek at Jay Hong now. We’re basically all DYING to see what he looks like now. 

This bubblegum haired k-pop dude is so attractive. Not even gonna deny it. 

UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!! 😩😩😩😩 THIS PANEL, RIGHT HERE!!!!!!! GODDAMN BRUH, LOOK AT HIM FLEX AND THOSE MUSCLES. THIS MAN IS LITERALLY EYE CANDY FOR ALL OF US.  LIKE HOW CAN BE SO FINE LIKE THAT??? 

Baby, I’d risk it all just for you. Say less. I’d even go out on a journey to try and find out what’s Victoria’s Secret, if you want me to. I can be your little detective, and anything you want bruv. So pleeeeeaaaaassseee sir.🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

I’m still in love with this contrast. I was hoping that we would get to see them fight, but I guess PTJ will be saving that sweet scenario for another day. 😔

Wouldn’t you like to know, Eugene?

H U H...? 👁👄👁

OMGGGGG, BIG BOOBY MAN IS BACK!!!!! HE LOOKS SO HOT EVEN WHEN HE’S INJURED BADLYYYY. 

I’M SORRY SAMUEL ASDHFASJDFHASDFHDFJKAS. WE ALWAYS THINK ABOUT YOUR BOOBS FIRST BEFORE YOUR OWN WELL-BEING. (I stg, this is what the Lookism fandom think about first right when they see Samuel Seo.) 

OH SHIT, THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR...

WOOOOOOOO HERE WE GO. NEXT CHAPTER, LET’S HEAR ALL ABOUT THE JUICY DEETS JAMES LEE. WE GET TO FINALLY KNOW WHAT IS WITH THE TWO BODIES THING!! AHHHHHHHH I CAN’T WAIT. FINALLY!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱

[fandomfluffandfuck]

(Thinking about Steve getting face-fucked and it got away from me I’M FINE)

Picture: Bucky in a USO uniform in their after-the-storm 2020s Brooklyn apartment, Steve’s head under his skirt and his skull knocking against the wall behind him as Bucky rolls and jacks his hips, drool spilling down Steve’s chin until Bucky’s kitten heels almost slip in the puddle. Steve spurring him on with two fingers up Bucky’s ass, then three, his other hand clenching bruises into Bucky’s thigh and ripping runs in his stockings. Bucky trying to stumble away because he doesn’t want to come, not yet, but Steve hauling him back and burying himself in Bucky’s pubic hair, behind his balls, practically forcing Bucky to squat over him as he worms his way towards Bucky’s clenching ass from the front. Bucky tugging up the skirt and almost coming from the sight of his package red and obscene and swelling on Steve’s forehead until precome streams into Steve’s lashes and down his cheeks like tears. Bucky yanking Steve back by his hair, sandwiching him against the wall, squishing his cheeks and tweaking his nose and rubbing his crotch in his face until he can’t fucking stand it and buries himself in Steve’s throat one more time.

related to this

Jesus Christ

I'm so fucking glad this got away from you because it is a WILD ONE and I am so, so, so here for this. Like--

Goddamn. I can picture Steve like that so well. And Bucky, too. BUCKY, TOO. Him in that little skirt, those heels, and the stockings 😫😫

F u c k .

Thank you for this gift. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Oh god…

• I will in fact not be giving “us” a chance Vicky I’m so sorry.

• “There’s a him-shaped space in my bed and there’s a him-shaped space in my heart”…GIRRRLLLLL🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I already made a post about this quote alone but omg thinking about it again has got me crying. Someone please come get this bitch.

• I know I said my MC was gon keep it classy with Willow but both her AND I have had enough of Willow flapping her gums so best believe I chose to read her ass for filth when they let us.

• Gee I wonder what it is…

• *Gasp* REALLY??? YOU DONT SAY🫨🫨🫨

• Fusebox…CAN BITCHES JUST BE BISEXUAL TO BE BISEXUAL LIKE WTF??? They always pull this dumb shit like either you only want the boys or you only want the girls it’s never TRULY an option to choose both. Most of the time if I’m making my MCs bi it’s just for character building purposes so when I’m being forced to hear Bonnie declare her love for me 20 times each volume when I don’t want her you’d see why I’d be irritated.

• So apparently, after gathering info from other peoples posts, we coulda been having this convo with our original love interest and we coulda snuck out to the daybeds and did the nasty with them pulling our hair and shit if we chose the “Travis/Evan/OG LI” option. The way this makes no sense my god. This goes back to the point I just made like y’all don’t know what the fuck y’all doinnnnnnn!

• Omg she’s so embarrassing I can’t do this anymore😭😭😭

• While I’m mad I didn’t sneak down there with Bryson, seeing her lil pussy ass get absolutely nothing from him never fails to make me laugh.

• Uma getting all the girls to leave by pretending to gush about Alex…she ate that.

• I love Daphne (Sorry Raf romancers).

• Time to talk about outfits!🤩

• Fusebox let the stars go like good lord😭

• Ignoring that aspect, this is cute.

• Now THIS is what I want to see more of! Yes!

• Ok Willow being an embarrassing and obsessive ass bitch was funny at first but now it’s just annoying. Does she have any other hobby besides keeping MC’s nuts in her mouth?

• Now, onto this lame ass movie night.

• First of all, I guess I yet again need to clarify that I want nothing to do with Bonnie or her Ellen Degeneres haircut. Second of all, even if my character chose to give her the time of day…Vicky why the hell do you give a fuck??? You weren’t even here when these clips happened and once again I DID NOT CHOOSE YOU!

• Evan don't stick up for me like that baby I'm liable to put this thang on you😩

• In a shocking twist that nobody expected, Willow started talking shit and immediately shut up because her tea got clocked. I honestly gotta applaud her tenacity.

• Bryson’s confession over us uggghhh so cute😍

• Travis saying that Uma was hotter than Bonnie unprovoked was so rude😭😭😭 At the same time tho…did he lie?😶

• Alex is such a hypocrite. He knew damn well he was bout to fawk Estelle on that goddamn terrace before she left.

• Omg Uma said the casa girls needa make sure that they get to the villa😱😱😱 They grasping for straws tryna make up drama like obviously she’s gonna prioritize getting to the villa that’s literally the whole point.

• #Raphne lives on yesssss!

• Evan asking us on a date…WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?????😫😫😫😫😫

• Outfit time again!🤩

• Ok I love love looooove all these options. The ONLY problem I have is with the choker necklace on the green dress like that needs to go. Other than that these are sooooooo cute.

• *Sigh* Why is Evan literally perfect lol🙃

• It’s not even the fact that he’s fine as hell and his personality is chef’s kiss but the way he’s not suffocating us with the fact that he likes us (Some other people should take notes😕). Lemme not speak too soon tho cuz they still have time to ruin him💔

• I am not kidding, when I replay this season I am grafting on him so hard with NO FUCKING HESITATION.

• I was so tempted to flirt with him just to piss off Vicky and Bonnie cuz why are y’all staring??? GET OUT OF MY BUSINESS!

• FINALLY! FUCKING FINALLY!

• I legit thought they were going to have us go through this entire volume without getting alone time with our OG LI and I was finna be so pissed.

• Not gonna lie tho…having sex in the middle of the living room where anyone could just walk in is kinda insane😭

• Where was I at Willow? Oh, I was just giving “your man” the time of his life😁

• Calling it now we’re not actually gonna get to sleep with who we want.

• Girl where tf did they get a whole curated bouquet of flowers?

(I’m not gonna lie guys I fell asleep before finishing this post cuz I was busy yesterday so I prolly forgot some things but yeah this volume was…ok)

[az-cain]

For MK prompts: THE BOYS TAKING CARE OF Y/N!! 😫🤌 Like!! Maybe Y/n is really good at hiding their feelings, right? So the boys don’t realize how stressed out they are until they have a mental breakdown over something small. It could turn into smut…,, if you want 😏

moon system x reader ≈ 5.1k words masterlist here

i got carried away with 5k+ words.

hope y’all enjoy!!! i loved writing it lol

also might make a kind of part 2 where khonshu makes it up to y/n 😗

TW FOR: oral sex (f&m recieving, more f than m), PiV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, obv), threat of being fired, khonshu being kind of an ass, emotional constipation from reader

This fic is NSFW, mature audiences only. Please continue at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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As usual, everything started with work. Your editor had pretty much told you that this story was useless, and that you needed to get something together within the week- meaning the next day- or your job could be in jeopardy. You’d been working for The Sun for two years now, ever since you moved to London from the US, so losing this job would probably set back years of your progress in the field. You went back to your desk and immediately set to finding something else to write.

The next day, you had returned with a draft about a shooting during a protest, and set it triumphantly upon your editor’s desk. Metaphorically. You actually emailed it to her at 4 am, after having spent 5-9 curled up with Steven, lying about your day and pretending you were fine, before untangling yourself after he fell asleep to sit at your desk and work. And work. And work. And then cook breakfast for yourself and your boys, because you had 30 minutes until you had to get ready for work.

Across the loft, your alarm went off, waking the whole apartment and sending you scurrying across the room to shut it off. Steven awoke with a grunt, grabbing your waist, pulling you down next to him, and peppering your neck and shoulders with light kisses. “Good morning, love.” A pause, another kiss. “Why weren’t you in bed?”

You hummed, your eyes trying to fight the two liters of coffee you’d drank that night, before huffing quietly and lying through your teeth. “I wanted to surprise you.” You turn in his arms and peck his nose. “Breakfast?”

He buries his face in your neck and grins against your collarbone. “Whatever did I do to deserve you?”

After the two of you ate your waffles, Marc and Jake both fronted to kiss you goodbye- resulting in you almost missing the bus- before you headed off to work. Your editor decided to wait until the end of the day to call you in, of course. She told you that the article was fine- just fine- but that due to the delay, you’d be doing stocks for the next two weeks.

You headed home again, tired beyond belief and missing your boys, and missed the bus. You missed the goddamn bus. Picking up your phone, you collected yourself and called your system. Jake picked up. “Hey, hon. What are you up to?”

“Dropping someone off, why?” A mumble in the background and the sound of paper comes through the speaker on your phone.

“Oh, I missed the bus. I wondered if maybe you could come pick me up?” You winced slightly as you asked, you wanted nothing less than to be a hindrance to any of your loved ones.

He huffed through his nose. “I’d love to, mi amor.” The dull roar of Jake’s engine fills your speaker. “Are you at the bus stop outside your work?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Alright, can you wait for 10, cariño?”

“Mhm, thank you, Jakey.” You both laughed at the nickname before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. You plopped down onto the cold metal bench and put your head in your hands. At least it was Friday evening. After a few minutes, you pulled your head up, straightened your face, and prepared yourself to spend the night with Jake and maybe the other two.

Jake pulled up in his cab moments later, rolling down the window, and wolf-whistling at you like he was just any other cheap cabbie. “Hey, pretty lady. ¿Tienes un lugar para estar?” He shouted, looking you up and down. You opened the door and slid in, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning up to him and looking him up and down sensually.

“I have absolutely no idea what you just said, but you’re pretty and I want you to take me home.” You grinned at him, smacking a big kiss straight on his lips and removing your hand from his leg.

He caught it right back and placed it on his knee, rolling the window up and driving away.

When you arrived at your apartment, you withdrew your hand and you both clambered out of the car and up the elevator to your flat.

Jake wrapped his arms around you from behind as soon as you walked in your door, kissing your neck and slipping his hands into your belt loops. “Mi amor, I’ve missed you. It’s been so long since I’ve been out with you.” He sucked a small spot on your neck, making you flip around to face him.

“I missed you, too, honey,” you muttered against his lips.

He smiled gently, looking cross-eyed at you as he pulled you closer to him by your waist. “You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”

“Mm, you’re prettier, darling.” You whispered almost conspiratorially before shutting your eyes and kissing him softly. His eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as his tongue dipped into your mouth. Your teeth clicked gently against one another, and a small huff of laughter came from both of you. After a moment, you came back together and picked up the same pace. The kiss changed from sweet and slow to fast and wanting over the course of a few minutes. His tongue tangled with yours, the mixed sounds of heavy breathing and spit filling the room.

You pulled back for a breath, and smiled toothily at him. Pausing for a second, you grabbed him by the top of his button up, undoing it, and pulled him towards the bed.

Jake’s returning smile was filled with joy and mischief, the beginnings of desire filling his eyes as the two of you fell gracelessly onto the bed. You pushed him back so his head was on the pillow, moving so your thighs were on either side of the middle of his torso. His hands came to rest upon your waist before you grabbed them, setting them on the headboard with a quiet-but-firm instruction not to move them. You watched as he grabbed the bars solidly and a flame lit in his eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much, my love. You’re always so much fun to play with, aren’t you?”

His lips tilted to one side and his mouth opened in a crooked smile. “Only because you treat me so well, mi amor.”

“Mmm, and you do so well for me.” You hummed down to him, backing up so his crotch was under your heat. He was rock solid against you, you took a mental note that it had to be painful. “Except for when you don’t.”

“The fight is half the fun, cariño,” he groaned, trying to grind up into you. You tsked quietly and leaned down to speak against his lips, pulling your hips away from his in the process. He let out a high-pitched noise, falling out of that strong character he always tried to hold.

“You won’t be saying that when I’m done with you tonight. You won’t be saying anything, you’ll be so pussy-drunk on me.” You giggled against him, biting his lower lip when he let out a tortured groan. He muttered a few swears in Spanish and a few in English, then, “Me vas a mutar, mujer.” A phrase he’d uttered enough that you’d learned the meaning ages ago.

“I will not, but if i did, you’d savor every minute of it.”

“Si,” he groaned, nuzzling your face with his nose.

“How would you want to go?”

“Between your thighs.” He answered quickly, almost eagerly.

You hummed in response, lifting yourself up and placing a hand on the bed-frame. His eyes widened in surprise, hands white-knuckling the bars they were wrapped around obediently. “You know the rules, yes?”

“Yes. No touching anything other than your pussy, no touching myself, and hips stay on the bed. A pinch to your thigh if I need to tap out or speak.” He recited the rules diligently.

“Good boy,” you cooed, ruffling his hair. “Now Jakey, I won’t kill you, but you’re not getting out of this easily. You don’t get to come until I’ve come six times, however long that takes. You can switch out with the other boys, but six times between the three of you. Understood?”

“Yes, mi amor.” And with that, you used the headboard and his chest to position yourself directly above his mouth. He eagerly tilted his head up as you set yourself down fully on his face, tongue flicking against your clit with such desperation, such force, that you were approaching the edge rapidly within a minute or two. His tongue kept working you, pushing occasionally into your entrance to collect your juices. You catapulted over that edge soon after with a loud moan, the stress of your day leaving you entirely. He slowed momentarily to work you through that orgasm as you ground down onto his face. His tongue dipped into you, lapping up the remnants as your pussy throbbed slowly. His nose continued to nudge your clit, working you back up. His hand moved from the bar, lightly pinching your thigh to make you sit up on your knees.

His face was utterly wrecked. His nose to his chin was covered in you, and his eyes were shuttered and blown wide with lust. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Marc wants a turn, then Steven. I’ll be back after them, of course, mi amor.”

“Good boy, see you in a minute.” You watched as his eyes rolled back a bit with disassociation, then another man was beneath you entirely.

Marc grinned wickedly, picking you up and flipping the two of you. “I think our dear Jake thought I’d be staying beneath you, don’t you?” He settled himself between your thighs and placed your legs over his shoulders, your fingers twining into his hair. “I like this position better- I can see your face when I make you cum for me.”

You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, recovering from the whiplash of the change in position and dynamic, but definitely not complaining. His smile disappeared between your thighs, but you could still see the lines it created beside his eyes when his tongue dipped back inside you. He swirled it around, hitting your g-spot, before pulling it back out and attacking your clit with no regrets. His hands kneaded your ass, pulling on the soft material as his groans vibrated inside of your core.

You were getting close, the shockwaves starting to make your thighs shake, when suddenly he pulled away. You whined, tugging lightly on his hair. “Marc,” you draw out his name, twisting the syllable on your tongue like taffy, “make me cum.” You said the words harshly and forcefully. A demand, not a request. You felt his devious smile against your inner thighs as he left tiny little splotches all along them, marking you up for the other boys achingly slowly.

“Gladly,” he finally said against your pussy. Immediately, his fingers dipped into you, curling hard against that one spot, and his tongue started rolling your clit in its hood so much faster than before. Frantically, your fingers dug into his hair and the tension between your legs was just getting tighter and tighter until so quickly, you exploded. Your juices ran down his fingers as he kept pumping them into you, suckling lightly on your clit as you pulsed around them.

“Bye-bye, baby. Steven can’t wait much longer. Love you.” You echoed as Marc pushed himself up off the bed and hovered over you, kissing you lightly on the lips before kneeling on the end of the bed and going slightly limp for a moment, allowing Steven to front.

Steven’s demeanor was slightly nervous, very caring, and incredibly eager. His eyes roved hungrily over your body, pausing on your peaked breasts and then between your still-spread legs for a long moment. You prepared yourself to be dominant again- Steven had always been the most submissive of the three of them, easily. You collected your bearings and knelt in front of him on the bed, grabbing him by the chin with two fingers.

His eyes dropped to his lap as a deep blush colored his cheeks, then raised and met yours reluctantly. “Strip, then get on the floor,” you said quietly. He scrambled off the bed, quickly removing all of his clothing before kneeling on the floor and watching intently while you perched yourself on the very edge of the mattress, hips jutted out for him. “Hands on my hips.” He obeyed, scooting closer and looking up at you for confirmation that he was doing the right thing.

“Good boy,” you hum, reaching out and running your fingers through his curly hair. You saw his shoulder loosen up a bit and his eyes drop back down hungrily. “Now eat me out.” He dove in as soon as you let him, clearly wanting to taste you for himself after having been in the back seat while the other two had their turns. He moaned against you, his tongue sloppier and less methodical than his alters’. Somehow, it worked just as well. His tongue flipped between diving deep into you, curling in just the right spot, and drawing heavy circles around your clit, all while making the loudest, most gorgeous vibrations against you. So fast, you felt your walls clenching harder and the chills becoming more intense. “Use your hands,” you shouted, lost in the bliss of his mouth.

One of his hands zipped straight from your hip to your pussy, immediately putting three fingers into you and curling faster than ever before. You screamed his name, using his hair to push his face between your thighs as you came. His tongue continued working your clit, his fingers now just sliding in and out of you. After a moment of come-down, you laughed under your breath, pulling his head away. He looked up at you with big eyes, waiting for you to say something.

“You did so good, Stevie. Thank you.” You pulled him up to you, seeing him loosen slightly.

“Love you, dear, and I so thoroughly enjoyed that, but Jake is going to kill me if I don’t give him back the body.” He pecked you lightly on the lips and laid down on the bed, back in the last position Jake had the body in, and shut his eyes.

You repositioned yourself over his face, so that as soon as he awoke, you dropped down onto his face and started to grind your hips down on him again.

With a few kitten licks to your clit, he dropped one hand from the bars to plunge a single finger into you, curling it into you a few times before adding two more. His tongue resumed its flicking on your bud, making you shout his name for likely the entire apartment building to hear, occasionally dropping back down to your hole to collect the slick dripping down his wrist.

He moaned helplessly against you as another rush of moisture gushed from you onto his lips and hand, slurping noises filling the apartment mixed with your cries.

Your lower abdomen began to tighten up, the pressure ratcheting higher and higher until-

His mouth had stopped. His eyes were pointed to the left side of the room. After a moment, he pinched your thigh lightly, kissing the inside of it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Jake, what the hell?”

“It’s Khonshu. He has a job for me.”

You puffed out your nose, shaking your head. “It’s fine.” You sat back, setting your mouth over his now naked, weeping cock. “Khonshu, you can wait. Give me 5 minutes. Stay and watch the show if you’d like.” You gave that side of the room a crooked smile before turning it to the man lying beneath you. Grabbing his cock with one hand, you suddenly dropped your mouth onto him, feeling it slip into your throat immediately. He groaned, his hands holding so tightly to the bar you thought the skin would rip at the knuckles. You pulled off of him a bit, took a deep breath, and swirled your tongue around the tip of him. It twitched in your mouth, barely nudging your teeth, making a cry of pleasure mixed with pain rip from Jake’s throat. You smiled around him before dropping your head back down around the length of him.

His head dropped back, he moaned loudly, and then he glanced at the mirror.

You saw his eyes go blank, and then Marc’s hands were in your hair, grabbing your throat, and he was groaning like you were the best thing he’d ever had.

“You suck us off so well, baby.” He groaned. “I love you, my girl. We’ll be back safe sometime tomorrow morning, okay?”

You echoed back a muffled version of “Okay, I love you,” the vibrations making his hips roll up off the bed towards you. He tucked some hair behind your ear before his eyes went blank again and a quiet whimper came from his throat.

Steven had his eyes rolled back in his head, his hips thrusting lightly against your mouth. He gulped some air down and looked you in the eyes after a moment. “Sweet- oh- sweetheart, I love you.” He paused to breathe as you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. A loud cry ripped the air from his lungs, making him catch his breath again before he said, “I’ll make sure they’re safe, love. You keep yourself safe. I love you so much.”

Again, you repeated his words back to him and pulled back, starting a solid pace with your throat and tongue.

“I’m so close, cariño, please, please,” Jake whined out to you, his dick twitching in your throat. “Mi corazón, te quiero mucho.” You slowed the pace, finally moving your hands to wrap around the base and twist upwards as you suckled on the head. Your tongue flitted across it harshly, and that was the last straw. He burst like a dam, his hips thrusting against your mouth and his cum shooting into your mouth. He cried out your name, struggling to keep his hands up. You swallowed what you could, though some of it fell onto your lips and cheeks.

After a few seconds, you pushed yourself up his body to kiss him on the lips. He then got up and walked to the small bathroom to grab a damp hand towel.

He swiped gently across your face and between your legs with the cloth. “I’m so sorry that we have to leave. I never want to leave you. Neither do Marc or Steven. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kissed you lightly.

“I love you very much, too, Jake. I trust you, I know you don’t want to leave. I don’t blame you, it’s alright. I’ll see you tomorrow. Safe and sound, right?” You said with a smile as you shoved down the disappointment.

“Yes, querida, safe and sound.” He kissed you one last time before dressing and walking out the door, presumably following or trailed by Khonshu, the god who constantly took your boys away from you and put them in harm’s way.

You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep unless you just committed to it now, so you rested your head on the pillow and pushed any thoughts of danger from your mind.

—

The next morning, you woke to a cold bed. As expected. You wished that your system were beside you, or maybe on top of you, cuddling you and keeping you warm. You shoved out of bed, ignoring the painful twinge between your thighs. You started to make your bed, but noticed that the sheets and pillowcases were dirty. Laundry day, you supposed.

You started by yanking off the pillowcases and throwing the pillows onto a nearby chair. Then you added the blankets to the pile, and then the sheets. You loaded it all into a hamper, brought an empty one to the laundry room, loaded all of the clean laundry into it, took it to your room, and dumped it onto the mattress.

You stared at the laundry, unfolded and chaotic on your bed, for what must have been 10 minutes. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t have the energy for this. Your job was tiring and painful. You missed your boys. This was too much. It was all too much.

You laid down on top of the clean laundry, your head at an uncomfortable angle to the rest of your body, and started to cry. Loudly weeping, with little words thrown in there. “I can’t do this anymore,” or “It’s all too much.”

Eventually, you heard the door to your apartment crack open. Your head flicked quickly to the offending noise, your temples throbbing with the quick motion and your eyes struggling to adjust. Quick steps approached you, and Marc’s accent struck you in the dead silence.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” His voice was laced with fear and apprehension, shaking slightly at the edges.

You groaned, wiping your eyes and sitting up. “Nothing. I was being silly.”

Marc frowned. “That’s not true. Would you rather speak to Steven?”

You shook your head fiercely. “No, you’re as good as Steven is.” Marc often thought that he wasn’t good enough to deal with emotions. “I just don’t… I don’t talk about these things. They just happen, I leave them in my past, and they happen again.” You swallow the lump in your throat.

Marc sighed, perching himself on the pile of laundry right beside you. “That’s what I do too. But you always take care of me. Let me repay the favor?” You leaned your head on him, nodding. “What’s going on, baby?”

“I just-” you fought to pull air into your lungs. “Everything’s just too much.” You said quietly.

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Work. Jeanine has been a bitch lately. She told me I had a day to get something new in and if I didn’t I was probably gonna lose my job, and I got it in, but now I’m on stocks for two weeks. And then Khonshu- I don’t blame you, never- Khonshu comes in while we’re fucking and takes you away from me. It’s all just piling up.” You looked down at the bed and laughed humorlessly.

“And then the laundry just set you off, hmm?” Marc said thoughtfully. You nodded, still looking at the bed. You felt foolish. Marc took your hand in one of his and pinched your chin in his other hand. “Look, Y/N, you don’t need to hide with us. I know it feel like you’re overreacting to something or you’re a burden, but you’re not. Not either of those. You are allowed to feel things. You’re allowed to feel negative things. You’re allowed to break down and cry. But I want to be here for you, here with you, when you do.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Because I love you, Y/N. And call me crazy, but my love for you makes me want to be here for you, care for you, when you need someone.” He smiled gently, his hand moving from your chin to your hair. “I can’t turn Khonshu down. I wish I could. But I can make the best of my time while I’m here with you.” His hand released yours to wipe a few tears from your cheeks and wipe them on his jeans. He kissed your lips lightly, resting your foreheads together.

“Thank you.” You croaked. “I just don’t want to be a burden.”

He scoffed against you. “You’re not a burden, baby. Nothing about you is or ever could be burdensome. You’re the love of my life.” He kissed you again. “You will never be a burden on me. Or Jake, or Steven.” He added their names as an afterthought, no doubt after they told him too.

You stood up, pulling him with you, and started on the laundry. He smiled broadly before getting to work next to you. Within 10 minutes, the two of you had, with a little help from the other boys, folded all of the laundry that plagued you. After you put it away, you pecked him on the lips. “Thank you, Marc. You really helped.”

“Always. I will always help.” He set his lips against yours and smiled, shutting his eyes. “I love you.” You echoed his words before pressing your lips into his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your head while the other pulled you closer by the waist.

Your lips sped up, his teeth nipping your lower lip lightly every few moments. He pulled you down onto the bed on top of him and rolled the two of you over so he was above you. He slipped his hands under your shirt, massaging your tits. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, a smile pressing against your lips when a groan broke from you. He pulled away from your mouth to pull your shirt over your head. You hadn’t been wearing a bra, so your breasts were now exposed to his eyes and to the air. Your nipples pebbled against the chill, and his head dropped to wrap his lips around one of them. He flicked it roughly with his tongue a few times before switching to the other one and doing the same.

You pulled him up by the hair, your hips grinding up into his as he raised his head up to yours. Your hands twined into his shirt, pulling it over his head and pulling him back down on top of you. His lips met yours again, and you both pulled off your pants and underwear. He bit your lip as he pulled away, slipping down your body to rest between your legs. A light kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh, then the other. “I’m sorry that we have to leave you sometimes. But I think we can make it up to you, if you’d let us.” He pressed a light kiss to your clit, still looking you in the eyes for confirmation.

You nodded, smiling. “You don’t need to make it up to me, though I appreciate it. Khonshu is the issue, so if he wants to make it up to me, he can.” Marc’s eyes glazed, glancing behind you near the bedpost.

He licked his lips before he said, “He says he’d ‘love to show you how a god eats pussy.’” He paused, seemingly thinking about it. “But right now it's just us. He doesn’t get any piece of you tonight.” His tongue dipped into you and your hands clasped into his hair with a groan. He moved up, his tongue hitting your clit. He moved his jaw, flitting around and somehow hitting everywhere you needed him. You whined, high pitched in your throat, and ground your hips up against his face. He grabbed your hips with one hand, controlling your movements slightly while still allowing them to move.

The two middle fingers from his other hand dipped quickly into your heat, curling against your g-spot with deliberate force. You cried out his name, his teeth hitting your bud gently. “Please, Marc,” you sighed. You were reaching the edge quickly, your core tightening with every motion he made. His fingers slowed to a deep pump. You lifted your hips against his face and the grip you had in his hair tightened. He groaned against you, his jaw working against your heat. “Please,” you whispered.

He hummed quietly, his fingers speeding up once again, before he said, “Come for me, baby. Let it go,” and sucked hard on your clit, two fingers curling hard and fast against your g-spot.

You shrieked into your upper arm, biting it lightly to keep from waking the neighbors as your core clenched down hard around his fingers, your hips bucking up against his mouth. “Oh, please, oh god, Marc…” you muttered meaninglessly. His fingers withdrew and came to your clit to work you through the orgasm while his tongue lapped eagerly at the juices dripping from you. A moan ripped from his throat, half-muffled by your body.”

After a moment, you pulled him away by the hair and back up to your mouth. “Now, you’re gonna fuck me. Because I didn’t get your dick yesterday, thanks to Khonshu.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, his lips pressing into yours. You lips fought with his, his chapped ones smacking into yours with light pressure. The sound and feeling of your mixed spit made it so you didn’t notice one of his hands dropping to move his cock to you entrance until it was firmly seated there. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Always.” And with that, he pressed into you with a hiss. His size was always a stretch, splitting you open on him every time. He worked it in slowly, rolling his hips in slow motions to let you adjust to the pinch. Within the minute, you had stretched out enough to fit him, so you started rolling your hips against his.

He got the memo and thrusted lightly into you, pulling back just a bit to get some good force. You cried out against his lips and he bit you lightly, huffing with laughter. He rocked his hips into you roughly again, picking up a rhythm. His mouth dropped to your neck and his hand dropped to your clit. He kissed at your pulse point while his hand picked up the same rhythm as his hips, bringing you close to orgasm within a few minutes.

You started rolling your hips against his, meeting his pace. He groaned against your neck, nipping at your collarbone. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was as close as you. A few more swipes of his fingers, and you went careening off the edge, Marc’s lips coming back up to yours to swallow the loud noises you made. Your pussy clenching tight around his dick made him thrust his hips harder into yours, your hips still moving with his from the force of the orgasm. After a few seconds, he hit his climax too, a noise ripping from his throat and spilling into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. His hips stuttered against yours, base seated against your core as his cum spilled out of you.

You caught your breaths together, sharing oxygen as you pressed small kisses against one another’s lips. “I love you,” you said simply as he withdrew from your body. He hummed with a smile as he went to wet a washcloth, returning with one in hand.

“And I love you,” he replied with a smile on his face, happy to be blessed with the privilege of taking care of you.

masterlist here

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

OMG!!! OMFG!!! 😫

how FRUSTRATED I was watching the Thundercats 2011 reboot..

What they did to Tygra & Lion-O’s relationship.. 🥺 they were friends in the OG!!! Lion-O even told Tygra that HE WOULD BE THE NEXT LORD OF THE THUNDERCATS IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HIM!?!? They were supportive and understanding of each other!! Tygra was his second in command!!

And they pulled THAT SHIT!!! 😤 it could have worked SO WELL to have the two be adopted brothers.. could’ve showed their bond in an even deeper level as family! And HELL, if they were so dead set on having “family drama” between them.. it would have gone better in a more “misunderstood conflict” way.

Like Tygra still has his insecurities, he’s still a bit shy on the inside.. but hides it all under a public false mask of arrogance! Doing all he can to support his brother from the sidelines without Lion-O even knowing that Tygra truly cares about him.. only later learning he’s been protecting and supporting him THE WHOLE TIME during their journey across Third Earth!

AND NO LOVE TRIANGLE WITH CHEETARA!! That literally cheapened all three of their characters so much in the reboot.. 😒

I was also a bit disappointed by the lack of Magic in the reboot too.. ngl.. also, They shouldn’t have taken away Tygra & Cheetara’s psychic abilities!! Those were cool as hell!!

Perhaps Tygra could’ve been trained with the clerics to help him better control his abilities, and THAT would be how he met and fell for Cheetara!

… I might go rewatch the OG show after this.. brb..

And sorry for the rant Local-Trash-Panda.. 😅 hope you’re having a good day/night wherever you’re at!

This^ I was just thinking about this because I’m in the middle of rewatching the reboot as well as the OG show on Hulu.

And I was sitting there and I said: “you know, you could chalk up Tygra’s attitude to sibling jealousy and rivalry since Lion-O is crown prince and all the stuff.” Been the I was like: “they could have done it better.”

Yeah and about the love triangle, why is Cheetara such nonsensical flirt in the reboot. It’s dumb. The love triangle has no sense being there.

And to be honest, I wanna taking the reboot and chuck that b*tch so goddamn hard I send that shit into obit!

But the animation is clean though and also the character design. At least you can tell who’s who. But other then that I think the story was fine but the character personality and developing was garbage!

Oh! And one more thing, why did they only let Lion-O keep the sight beyond sight and not give Tygra and Cheetara their psychic abilities. So I agree that was a dumb move.

[bluemoose86]

I’ve focused a lot on Dior’s casting but NOW ITS TIME FOR LUKE’S

(Luke apologists and Lukabeth and/or Lukercy shippers DNI. If I see any Luke apology comments or comments that defend Lukabeth/Lukercy/honestly any Luke ship in a similar vein, they will be deleted IMMEDIATELY.)

My fucking god the amount of SEXUALIZATION this man has already endured. My guys. HE IS BARELY 18. I am posting this on June 22, 2022. Charlie Bushnell made an Instagram post about his 18th birthday that is dated FIVE DAYS AGO. I don’t care if he’s of legal age. He’s practically a child still. If you are a grown ass person who is openly simping for Luke’s actor…do I have to spell out for you how problematic that is? Probably: ITS WEIRD AND CREEPY. STOP. (This also applies to Clarisse’s actress esp bc she’s still a legal minor but this is Luke’s post so I’m focusing on that). If you’re younger then fine but if you’re not…leave him alone

I’ve seen quite a few posts that are like “Luke shouldn’t be hot since he’s so creepy/he’s the bad guy.” 1) Him being hot shouldn’t be a surprise if you’ve read the books since Percy described him as attractive, Annabeth had a crush on him, Silena had a crush on him, and probably other campers did too. Before his betrayal, Luke was popular and well liked. He was also aware of his looks and used them to his advantage, like when he charmed Silena to Kronos’s side. Making him unattractive would be a huge disservice to his character imo. 2) I’ve also seen several posts that are like “how am I supposed to hate Luke if he’s hot 😫😫” or “maybe I am a Luke apologist 👀.” it’s fine if these are jokes but if you are actually willing to excuse the creepy and awful things Luke has done just because he’s hot…I don’t know what to tell you. Hot people can be terrible too!!! I hate to be the one to tell you that but it’s true. God the amount of Luke apologists that are going to come crawling out of the woodwork…

Look at the age difference between Luke’s actor and Percy and Annabeth’s actors. Just look at it. If you think it’s ok to ship them fully knowing and seeing their age gap of SEVEN YEARS then I don’t know what the fuck to tell you. “B-but Luke didn’t like Annabeth until she was older-“ shut the fuck up. At the end of TLO, when Luke asks Annabeth if she ever loved him (yes this was romantic, no I don’t take criticism), Annabeth and Percy are 16. Luke is 23. He is still an adult who has romantic feelings for a minor. If you support that, you’re sick. That’s it.

That being said, I SINCERELY hope that the writers will change that scene around when it comes time, because even though some people are too blinded by Luke’s hotness to notice, it’s unnecessarily creepy. If they ACTIVELY TRY and frame it as like swoon-worthy romantic I’ll throw a table out the goddamn window. It’s 2022. We don’t need this. There are plenty of other reasons to dislike Luke, just leave this one out. Yes it will give a win to the Luke apologists who are like “Him aSKiNg annABeTh iF HE evEr LOved Him WaSn’t roMANtIc iT wAS FaMIliAl AND iF YOu thINK oThERWiSe THeN YoU’rE THe CReEpy OnE” but it will also break lukabeth shippers hearts (🤮🤮🤮) and that’s a trade-off I am ok with. Like, if the show actively indulges in an adult man having feelings for a minor AND tries to milk it for drama or ship culture or whatever…we have a major problem. I just want them to be conscious of the implications behind Luke’s actions and handle them carefully.

I am also disappointed with the decisions made about Luke’s casting. NO HATE ON CHARLIE BUSHNELL—I hope he has a positive experience working on the show, and I believe he has the talent necessary to play a convincing Luke. My criticism is directed at the people behind the scenes who make these decisions for the show. 1) I hope Luke will be blond in the actual show, just as I hope Walker will have black hair. I don’t want any of the actors to be pressured to change their appearance, but if they are ok with it, I hope the folks behind the scenes will make that effort. 2) Since I nitpicked Clarisse’s age, it only seems fair that I nitpick Luke’s. In TLT, Luke is 19 years old. It says right in the book. Charlie has only JUST turned 18. Again, it’s a small issue overall, but it is something that personally bothers me. 3) His vibes are just so off to me. I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but whenever I see people like “Omg he’s so perfect for Luke!” I’m like “…is he though?” I think it’s because he’s so baby faced. He does not have the intimidating presence that Luke does, so I can only hope that his acting skills will make up the difference. I don’t think casting Charlie as Luke was a bad decision—it’s just not one I totally agree with.

Final point, please separate the actors from their characters. I know it’s been said many times but I’ll say it again. Luke does a lot of bad things in the series that Charlie will be portraying, but that does NOT mean that you should hate him for that. Respect all the actors in this project and don’t demonize them for any decisions their character’s make.

[theoutsiders25]

And this one just because he’s so goddamn fine.

Damn when he wears his button ups like that it’s so hot 🥵 he’s hot and those necklaces 🤤🤤AND the rolled up sleeves 🫠 he is literally fine as hell !! 😫❤️

[urpaperboy]

Finally thank you I'm pleased😌😌😌😌

HES SO FUCKING FINE

I worship him

NAH FR HE RLLY IS LIKE…

GODDAMN 😫💕💖💗💕💖💗💗💞💖💕💖

[btchjustvent1]

I knew I wasn’t gonna know to what extent the cheating my ex did affected on me until I was interested in someone again

These past three years I’ve been chilling

But now I really know, thankfully I did not project

Except I shut down and cried in silence cause I’m just anticipating a text saying “hey I need to tell you something…” the morning after I knew they went out to a bar or a club

The most pathetic thing about this is, is we’re not even fucking together

We’re “talking-ish” basically and I’m like goddamn it, why am I getting upset, have I learned nothing, slow down

It’s just that casual shit is just never been a thing for me before officially going out with someone

I don’t dare?? Never in my life have I done that before getting with someone

It’s just always been someone I just became friends with and eventually led to something more

But this came straight of the bat with casualness and I’m like uhhhh… ha ha.. wtf does that mean

Like oh we’re talking but you can still go out on other dates if u wanted to? That? Or if they so happen to sleep or kiss someone else, it’s fine because we’re just “casual” likeeee ughhhh… I can’t DO IT? I can’t stomach casual dating jeezus😫

Anyway… rant over. I’m just paranoid right now that the two nights ago he went out, I just feel like something happened and he’s probably not gonna tell me because I told him that if he ever comes to me saying he’s kissed or gone out on a date with someone else, I would back off from whatever the fuck this is and he’s like oh no yeah I don’t want lose u

But now I’m like… is he just gonna keep things from me now?! Or am I being crazy.

omgggggggg I cantttttttttttttt I, like tf am I even doing hereeeeeee ??😩 I hate all this uncertainty? How do ppl do thissss, it’s so gut wrenching

[zeeroweenies]

sigh.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Prison Era!Daryl and a reader who both like each other but are too scared to say it. She contracts the illness at the prison and both are worried that they won't be able to confess before it's too late.

But ends in fluff because my heart is weak. 😫

My heart is also weak lmao (Gif from pinterest)

"Where is she?!" Daryl's anguished voice makes tears rise to my eyes, the cracking of his voice, the ragged breathing that I hear from outside the cell; he's scared.

I knew full well that he'd be extremely angry after I told Rick to tell him I was one of the ones who got sick. Daryl prided himself on protecting me with his life, keeping me under his wing, safe and sound. There wasn't a time where you'd fine me without him or the other way around, so when he went out on a run for a few days, none-the-wiser to the virus going around the prison, he would've never believed he'd be coming back to me on my death bed.

My chest expands as I try to take a deep breath in but I fail, my lungs crushing themselves as I cough, bloody mucus spitting from my mouth as I roll over with a cry. The tears that stream down my cheeks mix with the a thin layer of perspiration lining my whole body, my eyes locked on Carol who dabs my forehead, her eyes trained back towards the door of the cell. Hershel looks more nervous than me, sitting in the corner of the room, knees drumming nervously with a huff, contemplating what to do for me and the others that are sick.

I know this isn't good based on how I feel and the reaction that I'm getting out of everyone else; this isn't good for me.

"Daryl, don't-" I hear Carol try to argue with him but the doors swing open and Daryl's eyes immediately lock with mine. He bites at the inside of his cheek as his eyes run over my trembling frame, trying his best to take in what he can.

"Daryl, I'm fine-" I start but he holds a hand up to me before turning to Hershel, jaw tight and angry.

"Why didn't no one tell me she was sick?!" He hisses, fists clenching as he blows out a breath of air, sternly nodding towards the doors as Hershel and Carol stand. I watch as Carol places a gentle hand on Daryl's shoulder as he sits in the seat beside my bed. He picks up the towel silently and continues to dab my forehead, his eyes avoiding mine as I reach out to him, needing any form of comfort I can get. "Gotta put a goddamn leash on you to keep you outta trouble, huh?" He sniffles, scooting closer to me as he tosses the rag to the side. He looks genuinely afraid, his eyes flickering tiredly over my expression.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." I flirt, my voice barely above a whisper as he chuckles tearily, reaching out to trail his fingers along my forehead, brushing away the hair that's matted to my skin.

"I shouldn't've gone on that fucking run." He whispers, leaning down onto his elbows as his thumb brushes over my forehead. Clearing my throat, my eyes squeeze tightly at the swollen, full feeling of my chest, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his bicep for support.

"You had to." I croak, peering up at him through blurry eyes. "I'm just happy you're back before..." I trail off, not wanting to say the words out loud as he quickly shakes his head, sniffling loudly.

"Nothin's gonna happen to you." He whispers in a small pleading voice, leaning forward to gently press his lips against my forehead with a hiss. "You're burnin' up." He sighs shakily, pulling back to look over my expression. My bottom lip wobbles as I force a smile.

"You can just call me hot, don't gotta beat around the bush." He rolls his eyes playfully at my poor attempt at flirting, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want you to get sick." I whisper, pushing his shoulder weakly as he protests.

"Ain't going anywhere. Staying right here. Right where I belong, you got that?" The feeling of his fingers brushing through my hair soothes my running mind, my eyes fluttering shut as I nod weakly. "They'll figure out how to help you and then you're never leavin' my sight." His forehead rests against mine as I whisper.

"Yes please." My arms wrap tightly around his bicep, hugging him to me as he sighs, rubbing my chest soothingly as I cough, blood rising in my mouth as I lean over to spit it out onto the ground. "That's so attractive." I mutter sarcastically, leaning into Daryl as he rubs my back with a chuckle.

"Still as beautiful as ever." He coos, his voice ten times softer than I've ever heard it as he presses another kiss to the top of my head. "Just try to breathe, I got you."

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[melis-writes]

Which version of Michael Corleone do you find the most handsome and hottest? 😏 provide us with pictures bestie!!!

Omggg it's so hard to pick just one!! 🥵✋🏻 It's honestly a very difficult tie between two different looks of his that I'm absolutely head over heels for! 😍😍

Michael at Vito's funeral was so fucking fine for no goddamn reason at all... 🤤🤤

I MEAN LOOK.... LOOK!! 🥵🥵🥵

AND THIS. THIS!! His hair, his silk suit, the look in his eyes... Unffff! 😍🥵 That has also got to be my favorite in how his hair looks, I wish he had styled it like that. 😫😭 Just wanna run my hands through it tbh... 😵

[osamusriceballs]

Police Officer Daichi Sawamura is ILLEGAL!!! I'd always have the energy to work night shift if he's around that time 👀 ugh the pain he's giving is astronomical 😫💖 like- SIR I'M ARRESTING YOU FOR STEALING MY HEART AKDGSLDJFSLK

Our hot babie Bokuto is next 🥵 you and Akaashi are colleagues (manga artists) and both of you agreed to eat dinner at a pub after an exhausting day at work. Akaashi also mentioned that he wants you to meet his closest friend, (timeskip!) Bokuto, who is also joining the dinner.

I hope you're doing fine, Eve 🥺 *hugs you tight* I love you, you're amazing! 🥺💖🥺💖 -🤡👀

I AM SO WEAK FOR OFFICER DAICHI OMG, I WANT TO WRITE MORE FOR HIM NOW AHJKSJSHS-

But  after reading your ask, I can’t help but to imagine being friends with Akaashi- I'm so soft...

BUT DON'T WORRY, I WILL DEFINITELY SIMP ABOUT BOKUTO'S CHEST RN, LIKE OMG, DID YOU SEE THE RECEIVES HE DID WITH HIS CHEST AHAJJJDKDKD- BRAIN OVERLOAD, I REPEAT: BRAIN OVERLOAD-

I hope you're well too, bby!! *hugs you back*

TAKE SOME LUV RIGHT HERE!! <3

I hope you will see this, even though I'm a little late >.<

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You fidget with the hem of your blouse while you wait at the entrance of the pub. 

Your clothing is probably not the best choice, considering the location you’re about to eat in. You’re still in your formal work clothes, with a tight skirt and a clean, white blouse. Your feet start to hurt from the high heels that you’ve been wearing all day long, but you forgot to bring some shoes to change, because you had to work over time, so you couldn’t even shower before you came here. You were just glad that you had a good deodorant at your workplace.

The sound of a notification comes out of your bag, and you quickly open it to get your phone. You look down to the device and see a message from Akaashi.

Akaashi: I’m sorry, we’re a bit late. Bokuto-san forgot that he wants to bring- never mind. You will see. We’ll be there in five minutes. I’m very sorry. 

You: No problem! I’m already there, I’ll be waiting at the entrance! 

He forgot what? And what will you see? His message cause your brows to furrow, but you just brush it off. They will be here soon, and you should focus more on looking presentable in front of Akaashi’s best friend, and not like someone who just worked ten hours without a break.

Akaashi talks a lot about Bokuto. Or rather: Bokuto-san. He always makes sure to add a honorific to his name, and you can’t help, but to wonder if Bokuto is some kind of scary and intimidating guy, or if Akaashi is just polite. Maybe both. 

You take a step forward and notice a little sting on your foot. Probably a stone in your high-heel, the street was rather dirty after all. You lean one hand against the wall and stand on one foot while you take your shoe off. The little stone falls to the ground, and you shakily try to put on your shoe again. But actions like this are bound to fail, especially after a long and hard working day- and you lose balance and fall back. A silent scream escapes your lips, and you involuntarily close your eyes while you fall back- and your back bumps against something hard. 

“Oh! Watch out, Miss! That was dangerous! But don’t worry, I got you!!”

A pair of big hands grabs your waist and gently places you on your feet again- while your heart feels like it could explode in your chest any second. Omg, what did just happen-  

You don't dare to turn around, you just stand there, frozen, your gaze glued to the hands on your waist. Unusual big hands. Omg, omg, omg-

The person behind you clears his throat. "Uhm... Miss? Are you okay?"

He hesitantly turns you around like a puppet, his hands still grabbing your waist firmly to keep you from falling- and the first thing you see when you turned 180° is a chest. A wide and muscular chest. Easily twice as broad as yours. And so goddamn muscular. You can see the outline of his firm abs through his tight, white shirt- he is extremely well-defined. He must be an athlete, or someone who does sports at least a few times a week, he is just so incredibly buff. Could he maybe be...?

Your breath fastens, your eyes unable to move upwards, until he clears his throat again.

"Akaashi, she's not talking, what should I do? Does she need a doctor?"

"Please move, Bokuto-san, I can't see- oh! Y/n-san. It's you."

"Y/n? You are y/n??"

You finally look up at his words, and meet a pair of big, curious, golden eyes. You shyly smile back at him, desperately trying not to stare too much at his chest anymore. Oh my god, the way his muscles move when he suddenly tightens his grip around your waist and pulls you in for a hug- wait what?

"Nice to finally meet you, y/n! You look very pretty, but you should change your shoes. Or stay close to me, because you need someone to catch you when you fall. I did a good job, didn't I?"

You only manage to nod with your cheek pressed against his chest-

"Bokuto-san, she can't breathe, let her go. And why do I have to hold your flowers?"

"No! Akaashi-san, it's fine!" you quickly press out these words, before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and return the hug.

You've already fallen for him after all.