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iknowmorethanyou · 3 days
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I barely have any followers (I appreciate ya'll though) but here goes anyway
If this post gets 10 notes I'll make an effort to drink 60 ounces of water per day
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If this post gets 500 notes by June I'll start my fantasy inspired etsy store that I've wanted to start for years but never have
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rs-hawk · 2 days
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Dragon pinning you down by the throat with their claws and using you as a flesh light. Chuckling at your mewling and whimpering. Telling you how sure they are that you can take more when you cry out it’s too much. Praising and degrading you for each orgasm that shakes your little human form. “That’s my perfect slutty toy. My gorgeous and pathetic human. You’re such a good hole for me.” Pulling out to cover your torso and lower body in cum as a sign of dominance because you do and always will belong to them.
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forensicheart · 3 days
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You’re Drunk
Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: Lando gets a call to pick up his not so sober girlfriend
A/N: Not particularly feelings this one but hope you guys enjoy!
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Laughing to himself Lando sits on the couch scrolling through his Instagram stories coming across his girlfriends, where she looks to be having a great time with her friends. He replays the video that's been shared and smiles brightly at her drunken giggles as her and her friends stumble down the street. Lando can't help but go to rewatch the video for a third time but before he can an unknown number flashes on his screen. Confusion fills his mind as the phone rings but Lando decides to answer.
"Hello?"
"Lando, hey, it's Y/f/n" This made Lando more confused as he wasn't sure why one of his girlfriend's friends would be calling him. Until he heard your voice in the background. He could hear your small cries as you complained to your friends about being hungry but refused everything option of food they offered you.
"Need me to come get her?" Lando predicted.
"Pleaseeeee, we can't deal with her any longer. She just got us kicked out of the club" Y/f/n pleaded with your boyfriend causing Lando to let out a laugh being requesting your location and hanging up.
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Pulling up outside the club you'd been kicked out of 30 minutes prior Lando swore you looked even more drunk then you had sounded on call 20 minutes ago. As soon as he stepped out the car you were running towards him with a speed he'd never seen from you. But unfortunately your legs couldn't keep up with your wanted speed and steps before you would reach Lando he watched you fall flat on your face. Holding in a laugh Lando quickly moved to your aid and looked at you with sympathy as you held onto him, tears welling in your wide eyes. Turning to look at your friends Lando simply nodded as a goodbye and they all seemed to let out a sigh of relief as they knew you were no longer their responsibility.
Now Lando had delt with you on a few occasions when you'd gotten a bit too drunk to have any independence but this time you seemed a bit more reliant than usual. After spending close to 10 minutes to even get you into the car and buckle your seatbelt without you unclipping it seconds later and laughing like it was the funniest joke ever, Lando was finally able to hop into the drivers side and begin the drive to your shared house.
The drive back started peacefully, no sound but the quiet hum of the radio as you had seemed to drifted into her own world staring out the window. Well that was until-
"Aeroplan!" You shouted giving Lando a scare causing him to almost slam on the breaks.
"What was that baby?" He asked softly glancing over to see both your hands planted on the glass as you started into the night sky with a child like wonder.
"There's an aeroplan" You spoke matter-of-factly even though as Lando looked into the sky through the car windows he saw nothing but stars littering the darkness.
"I don't see anything baby, maybe it was a star" Lando suggested cautiously but the suggestion still caused you to scoff loudly.
"You must be blind, because- maccas! I want maccas Landoooo" Your interest changed as you saw the golden 'm' in the distance.
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You'd finally arrived home now after a detour to not only maccas but the supermarket as well to gather some baking ingredients as you were determined to make some cupcakes in your drunken state.
"Baby!" Lando panicked as he saw flour all over the floor. He'd left for one minute to use the bathroom, the kitchen far more spotless than it was now.
"Oopsie daisy" You giggled and when you spun to face Lando he couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. Your face coated in the white power, barely a spot of skin uncovered. Lando stepped towards you and took your face in his hands uncaring of the flour now coating his hands.
"Y/n, what have you done?" He asks rhetorically and receives a shrug in response from the girl in question but a sneaky grin never left her face.
"I want to sleep" You decided stepping back from Lando's touch and trying to make your way to the bedroom only to be stopped by Lando's hand grabbing yours.
"No, no, no. Not like that you aren't. You'll get flour all over the bed!" You groaned at Lando's words and wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his neck.
"I don't careee" Your words were both mumbled and slurred and Lando wrapped his arms around you humming.
"I know drunk Y/n doesn't mind but trust me I don't want to be dealing with her when she's sober and see's the mess from tonight's antics, ok baby?" You begrudgingly agreed seeming slightly more sober than you had previously.
"Good, come on let's go shower baby" Lando unwrapped you from the hug and led you to the bathroom by hand.
"Sexy time!"
Ok. Maybe you weren't that sober yet.
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thoughtkick · 1 day
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When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.
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thehopefulquotes · 2 days
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Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
Tyler Knott Gregson
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thatsbelievable · 3 days
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Mommy Wanda who uses numbing cream on r and then puts a wand vibrator against both of their clits as punishment tho👀🤤
Oh god... this is genius anon
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Especially if Wanda ties you down first, until you can just barely roll your hips. She takes her sweet time with you, working you up as she grinds her body against yours, tongue tracing your lips and teeth sucking light hickeys into the soft skin of your neck.
You feel her hands wandering, and you wish you could rut your hips into her fingers as she lightly grazes your clit. Distracted by her lips moving against yours, soft moans filling the room, you don't register the sound of her opening a bottle.
It's not until you feel a cool gel against you that you realize she's coated her fingers. You assume it's lube, and continue writhing beneath her as she massages the gel abasing your most sensitive parts. Her fingers twist inside you, and you frown slightly. It doesn't feel as good as it usually does.
Wanda pulls back, a soft smile on her face.
"Good girl, darling. You're going to take everything mommy gives you without complaint, correct?"
Whining, you eagerly nod your head, desperate for her to make you feel good.
Reaching behind her, Wanda pulls out a vibrator. It's the strongest one you have, and you feel your legs trying to close as she turns it on. Positioning herself over you, until her dripping pussy is inches from yours, she lowers herself onto the vibrator, throwing her head back and moaning.
You blink, feeling the pressure of the vibrator against you, but not any of the pleasure. In fact, you can't feel anything, and you whine as the thought hits you
"The numbing gel, you... you."
"Yes, darling?" Wanda asks, a smirk breaking across her face as she continues to ride the vibrator, her knuckles white around the toy.
You shut your mouth, not wanting any more punishment. This is already bad enough, and you want to sob as you watch Wanda climax, envy coursing through you.
She makes herself cum many more times, the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit, your pleasure just beyond reach. Safe to say... you learn your lesson that day.
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baddywronglegs · 1 day
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The train doors opened and the wizard stepped aboard.
He looked down the carriage with a sigh, taking in the rows of full seats, uninterested faces. Not one of these people wanted to give up their place for a tired old man, however extravagant and pointy a hat he wore.
He took a swig of the coffee from the platform, chewed the grounds, and marched up to the first row of seats.
“Excuse me, child,” he rasped, leaning over a man clearly in his thirties, who spent a gallant amount of time pretending not to notice he was being spoken to by the owner of the beard currently tangling itself in his own. “Where do you get off?”
The man frowned. “Doncaster.”
The wizard stood upright again and raised an incredulous eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Change trains to Leeds.”
“Ah,” the wizard said sagely. “So it is not Doncaster you want to be in but Leeds.”
“I guess?”
“Splendid.” The wizard threw his empty cup over his shoulder where it fizzled out of existence, threw wide his arms, and brought them together with an almighty clap – right where the Leeds-bound man would have been, had he not in that instant been replaced with a sprinkling of purplish glitter.
The wizard eased himself into the now vacant seat. His new seat-mate took an earbud from her ear, staring in shock at what had just happened beside her.
“What just happened?”
“I sent him to Leeds,” the wizard said levelly. “I’ve done worse.”
“You teleported him?”
“I wanted a seat, he wanted to be in Leeds, it worked out best for both of us.”
“But if you can teleport people why didn’t you just teleport yourself?”
You can hide a lot of things in a beard. A smug smirk, a thoughtful curl of the lip, a scowl – but like a tiger in the long grass, it’s the movement from one to the other that gives them away.
“Look I paid a lot for this ticket,” he muttered at length. “And I can only do that once a day so we’re stuck together until one of us gets off, so just put that thing back in your ear and let me have this one.”
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anexperimentallife · 2 days
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charlesoberonn · 9 hours
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I really hate the take of "Vault Tec caused the Great War because they had an interest in the world ending" because no, they really didn't.
The end of the world means the end of government funding, it means they can't build more Vaults, and can't upgrade any of their existing Vaults. It means an end to or at least major slowdown of scientific research they can utilize.
Vault Tec had an interest of keeping the world on the edge of war for as long as possible, because as long as people fear an incoming apocalypse they'll keep funding Vault Tec. But both a lasting peace and the actual apocalypse would mean the end of funding.
At most I can see Vault Tec intentionally helping keep tensions high but things getting out of control and escalating into actual nuclear war. But they have no reason to purposely end the world.
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resqectable · 3 days
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It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.
Beau Taplin
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xenia-x · 2 days
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I’m the type of lover who will give you love letters.
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thoughtkick · 2 days
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Health is not just about what you’re eating. It’s also about what you’re thinking and saying.
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thelaurenshippen · 2 days
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fellow writers, a question for you. what are we doing when our imagination starts outpacing our skill a lot. I know that taste is always running ahead of ability, but I feel like I spent 2022/2023 making massive improvements in my writing and for the past few months it feels like I'm a kid with crayons trying to paint the sistine chapel. I've been reading craft books and doing exercises and all that I just feel stuck!
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