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1.3k CELEBRATION: 🎥 + captain america: the winter soldier
↳ for @belovedholland
#1.3k celebration#captain america the winter soldier#chris evans#sebastian stan#scarlett johansson#steve rogers#bucky barnes#natasha romanov#marvellegends#dailyavengers#marveledit#catws#filmgifs#dailyteamcap#usercroft#useraurore#mcufam#captain america#the winter solider#*gifs
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Matthew tkachuk proposal blurb please!
Ahhhh I had so much fun writing this one, anon, and I still have a smile on my face from the sweet fluff!
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Matthew wasn’t all that much of a romantic, that much you could admit. He was sweet a lot of the time – soft kisses in passing, always holding your hand or having an arm over your shoulder, flowers for your birthday – but big romantic grand gestures? Not so much. You had been dating him for years though, so you were more than used to his subtle ways; even if the women you spent your time with were showered with gifts or luxurious getaways, you valued the little things that Matthew did, like cooking your favourite meal for you or queueing up your favourite binge show on Netflix when you’d had a hard day at work. It was the little things that mattered for you, especially when it came to him, and there was nothing you would want to change about that.
Still, being treated to a nice dinner wasn’t something you were going to turn down.
Matthew had even ordered the two of you a car to pick you up, allowing the both of you to have a glass of wine (or two) if you wanted, piquing your interest even more. Dressing up in fancy clothes, a private car, and all the secrecy? This wasn’t like him at all – but you were enjoying how much he was enjoying the mystery of the evening, and didn’t that make the build-up worth it?
You weren’t expecting the private table on the restaurant’s private small balcony though, leaving the two of you completely alone with an incredible view.
“My God this is amazing,” you murmured, eyes drifting from the horizon to the man across the table.
“Just something a little different,” he shrugged, although he had that usual grin on his face that sparked alarm bells in your head.
“What are you up to, Tkachuk?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing! Can a guy want to do something nice for the person he loves?” Matthew laughed, raising his hands in surrender.
You hummed your acknowledgement, tilting your head just so, but there was still something niggling at you. This wasn’t Matthew’s usual behaviour. He wasn’t the big showy romantic, taking you out like this wasn’t what he did…but you couldn’t think of anything that would give a reason to the way he was acting. You could roll with it, right? Go with the flow?
Once your drinks arrived and the waiter took your food order, it only took Matthew’s sweet smile to make you relax. All throughout the meal, the conversation was soft and sweet, nothing out of the ordinary but it felt so much more in the exquisite setting Matthew had found. The food was amazing, the wine was delicious, and you found your heart feeling fuller than ever at the love in Matthew’s eyes.
This was the man you’d fallen in love with, and you didn’t think you could’ve fallen any more before tonight, but there he was proving you wrong.
“Have you enjoyed the night so far?”
Matthew’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, a gentle smile on his lips as you looked at him, and you didn’t even hesitate to nod.
“It’s been amazing. I just…I wasn’t expecting any of this,” you mused.
“I wanted to do something nice for us. For you. You deserve so many good things, and sometimes I feel like I don’t give you everything that you deserve,” Matthew said simply.
“What? No! I love the life that we have,” you insisted, shaking your head.
Because you did. To some people it might seem a little understated, more than a little low-key, but it was everything to you. Your words seemed to settle something in Matthew, his shoulders loosening and the tension in his jaw disappearing, but his face was still cloudier than you’d seen it in a long time.
“What’s wrong?” you murmured.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just…I never want you to think that I don’t love you. That I don’t want this life with you. Because I do, I really want us to be together for the rest of our lives.”
What? What was he saying?
You inhaled sharply, hesitating slightly as you tried to settle your thoughts, before laughing softly. “This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal.”
“Maybe it is,” he said, eyes locked on yours.
Oh. Oh wow.
“Matthew?” you asked, frowning slightly at the intensity in his face.
He huffed out a laugh, scrubbing a hand over his head before he inhaled shakily, smiling at you just as shakily – and then he knelt down on one knee.
“Matthew,” you repeated, far more breathily this time.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I’m not the most expressive guy about my feelings but right now all I want to do is shout from the rooftops how much I love you. And I already feel like I’ve waited too long to ask, so I’m asking now. Will you marry me, sweetheart? Please?”
He opened the small hidden box in his hand, revealing a gorgeous sparkling ring, but it was the hope in his beautiful blue eyes that had your heart racing for all the right reasons.
“You didn’t wait too long.”
“No?” he asked, smiling up at you with anticipation.
“No,” you said, shaking your head as happy tears sprung to your eyes, “I’ll marry you, Matthew Tkachuk.”
“Thank fuck for that. I asked your dad for his blessing so that would’ve been awkward,” Matthew grinned.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness, even as he slid the ring on your finger, and you wasted no time in pulling him to his feet so you could kiss him. Matthew kissed you eagerly in response, clutching his hands at your waist, and you knew he was ignoring the tears on your cheeks just as much as you were ignoring the tears on his cheeks too. This was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with – and you couldn’t wait.
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huntingingoodwill’s 1.3k sleepover! 🎈🧸 🌸
welcome to my sleepover! 💕
well overdue but i have to thank everyone so much for reading my stuff and giving me a follow :) im really grateful and i think it’s INSANE. insane. that we’ve gotten to 1.3. thank you ily.
pillow fight! ❤️🩹
send me a prompt / a few lines of dialogue + a character and i’ll write a lil something for it :)
prompts can be your own creation or from here here and here
mixtape 💿
send me a song from the 1.3k mixtape + a character and i’ll write something!
midnight snack 🍧
send me a concept + a character and i’ll make a moodboard for it!
snooze button 🧸
- would you rather
- fmk
- send me a 🥖 and i’ll tell you a song and a character i associate with your blog
rules 🌸
the sleepover will go on until the 7th of december so submit as much as you’d like!
i’ll write for cillian murphy characters, peaky s 1-3, trainspotting, kurt kunkle and stranger things (hop, eddie, steve) if im missing out anyone you wanna request and want to check, just ask!
no smut reqs please im a prude 💕
i’ll tag a few moots in the comments ily all :)
#1.3k celebration#requests#stranger things fic#peaky blinders fic#cillian murphy#steve harrington#eddie munson#hopper#raymond leon#tommy shelby#the party#jonathan crane#steve harrington imagines#eddie munson imagines#hopper imagines#tommy shelby imagines#Raymond leon imagines#Jonathan crane imagines#fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#fluff#angst#blurbs#headcanons#Robert Fischer#kurt kunkle#trainspotting
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• Two year and 1.3k Followers Celebration
Celebration Masterlist | Ask Box
It has officially been two years since I posted my first ever fic on here and I wanted to celebrate that and the fact that i’ve hit 1.3k followers
I am so so extremely grateful for every single one of you and I have no words to express how much your continued support means to me! <3
So all that being said, I’m hosting an ask game and fic challenge for anyone who wants to participate!!
The Fic Challenge and my Ask Box are open from Jan 30th to Feb 14th
Rules
You can use any one of the prompt lists listed below, or come up with your own concept
Make sure you tag me when you post your fic so i’ll see it and I can add it to the celebrations fic masterlist!!
Use the #goldensstateofcelebration & #goldensstateofcelebrationfics in the tags of your fic pls
If you write anything NSFW make sure it tag it as such
You can write for Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Calum Hood, or Luke Hemmings with any trope you’d like
Please try and make your fics more than 500 or less and 6,000 words
You can also send me an ask with any one of the prompt lists and which dialogue prompt you’d like and I’ll try my best to write it
Prompt Lists
Responses for after a kiss
Jealous / Protective prompts
Dialogue for lovers in denial
Worried and relieved dialogue starters
Emoji Ask Game
🎧 - I’ll shuffle one of my playlists three times and rank the songs I get
🥰 - A random pic/meme I have in my camera roll
✨ - Send me three book tropes and I’ll rank them from my favorite to least favorite
🫶 - send me this and I’ll tell you honestly what I think abt you and your blog (for mutuals)
Tagging my mutuals
@thesadstoryofme @watchyourbluesturngolden @allegras-sunflower @alittletaste @swiftmendeshoran @gurugirl @harrysblackcoat @stylesmygucci @stylessupremacy @lukesaprince @fkinavocado @hazelhearts @theshyspy @harrysfolklore @daydreaming-laur @stucktoyou
#goldensstateofcelebration#1.3k celebration#harry styles#5sos#calum hood#luke hemming#Niall horan#fic challenge#fic writers#goldensstateofcelebrationfics
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I FINALLY FUCKING HIT 1.3k THANKS FUCKING GOD
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So I just realised I’m only 5 followers off of 1.3k. When did that happen? I had no idea so many people would follow my little blog. Thank you so much to everyone who has followed and supported me.
So I’ve decided instead of doing a normal celebration taking request etc I’ve decided to do a positivity celebration to celebrate.
So I’m going to be running a positivity celebration where you can send in a tumblr blog that you love, whether it’s a really popular blog or someone who is quite new to tumblr.
You can send your chosen blog into my ask box or submit a post with a reason (or a few) as to why you have chosen them and I’ll create a post to celebrate them. I hope to have quite a few as there is so many amazing artists out there writing incredible stories or making moodboards, gifs etc so let’s celebrate them.
Feel free to start sending them in as soon as you’d like.
I’m tagging my mutuals to get the ball rolling but please don’t feel like you have to participate. You can also send in the blog you have chosen anonymously if you would like.
Tagging: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @msmercury84 @desert-fern @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @mads-weasley @liptonsbabe @merriell-allesandro-shelton @sweetxvanixlla @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz
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1.3k followers
thank you guys so so much! love you all to pieces! so here's a little something for us all to have a bit of fun :)
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the fandoms are both harry potter and grishaverse though, so send anything and everything in :) as always, please specify the fandom, gender, and pronoun prefrence otherwise i'll default to she/her !!!
anyone and everyone is able to participate and you can send in more than one event! just one event per ask please
closes : july 12th
navi. masterlist
✒️ - blurb requests! y'all know how this works, send me a prompt along with a character and i'll write you a small blurb (blurbs will be posted on my writing blog (@/ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes))
🖤 - ships! send me your ideal summer themed date and i'll ship you with a character (please specify gender and fandom prefrence)
💭 - mood boards! send me this with a character, ship, or character and activity and i'll make you a mood board
🥀 - send me a few photos of your clothing style/dream clothing style and i'll tell you what fandom you belong in (from the fandoms/books i've read)
🐚 - send me this along with some of your favorite summer activities and i'll make you a mood board (moots only)
🤍 - send me this and i'll make you a mini mood board based of the vibes i get from you and a small playlist (close moots only)
tagging some mutuals:
@draepire @jahayla-parker @alexis-angelsss @regulusb14ck @stars-havefallen @nikfigueiredo @thebestieyoureinlovewith @futurecorps3 @boba707 @wolfstardaughter-jj @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @siriusownsmyheart
#1.3k followers#kaz brekker x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#jesper fahey x reader#draco malfoy x reader#harry potter x reader#fred weasley x reader#george weasley x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#el's 1.3k follower celebration#follower celebration
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Tori’s 1.3k Celebration!!
Welcome to my Sanrio! Themed celebration!! Please respect and follow all rules <3
Rules:
If you want to request anything nsfw I have to see your blog, insuring you’re 18+
I don’t HAVE to fulfill your request if it makes me uncomfortable
Respect any and all people joining this,rather they’re strictly sfw or not.
This blog is 16+ you must be at least 16 to participate.
Now, let’s have some fun and meet some characters!
Hello Kitty!- Send me your name and I’ll give you a character(s) last name that fits you!
Cinnamaroll!- send me a photo/explain your aesthetic and I’ll match you with a character(s)
My melody!- Send me a character and prompt and I’ll write a blurb/Drabble!
Kuromi!- Send me a character and a kink and I’ll write a blurb/Drabble!
Chibimaru!- Send me a animal and I’ll give you character(s) that’d love it and ones that would hate it.
Keroppi!- (mutuals only) Send me a color and a character(s) and I’ll make you a board with it!
This will happen July 30th-August 12th!
Small note; my requests for anything besides this list are closed! Aside from mutuals!! I will not write anything that’s not attached to this! Again my regular requests are closed!!
Happy Moots!! <3; @munsonsdreamgirl @mothsuccubus @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @toomanybandstocare @rollergirl24 @ariesl0ves3ddiemuns0n
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#jim hopper#billy hargrove#marauders era#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#Tori’s 1.3k celebration!!<3
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always wanted to do this 😔 besides me always doodling shinsou and sakuatsu i think it would be a nice practice to draw other characters haha
do you guys have any suggestions who or what anime i should draw?
#this on my drafts ever since i reached 1k haha#so lets try ?#💭: sey rambles#now im celebrating my 1.3k milestone yey 🎉#if this post flops it is because i am a clown 🤡🥴 jk jk pls send some characters 🥺 i ll do my best 💘#altho my art isnt that good good haha but im doing my best 🤌🏻💕
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WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK?
p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — ceo! sunghoon and secretary! reader, humor, romance. w — swearing, sunghoon being a weirdo, a misplaced marriage proposal. 1.3k words.
requested by — anon: menace to everyone but you x the opposite of that.
note — i hate the cold angsty male ceo trope. so instead i turned ceo hoon into a weirdo that's a little bit too in love and doesn’t understand the concept of workplace boundaries which stresses you the fuck out!!
when you got promoted from being assistant secretary thanks to your ceo’s former secretary resigning, your co-workers did not throw you a celebration.
“you called for me, mr. park?”
instead, they threw you an advanced farewell party. it was nice working with you, said the cake dusted with stray confetti on the day of your promotion. they’re celebrating your inevitable resignation. they’re sure you’re going to follow suit after you predecessor within three months max because according to them—
“yes.”
your boss, park sunghoon, is the nastiest fucker in the planet.
“take a seat.”
you gulp, making cautious steps into your ceo’s office. he’s signing a stack of documents while you take your sweet time delaying having to sit in front of his paper-stacked desk, setting them aside the moment you sit down, sharp eyes immediately zeroing into your soul, and you start sweating.
there’s a bet on the line on when you’d eventually quit. today marks your fourth month here, and you’re pretty sure heeseung is going to win because you are in fact this close to sliding your pre-written resignation letter over his desk, adding onto his pile.
not because he’s terrible, like they all say. not because he’s temperamental.
“sunoo told me you were sick,” sunghoon starts. “why did you come to work today?”
but because you fear your boss might be a little bit in love with you.
“is...is that the only reason you asked for me?” you hesitantly say, picking on your cuticles and trying to avoid eye contact because the concern drowning your boss’s expression is just enough to drown you as well.
“you don’t look well,” he avoids your question. of course you don’t look well. you’re very, very uncomfortable right now and the main cause of that discomfort is him. “you should go home. i’ll tell jay to drive you.”
you’re pretty sure jay isn’t going to be happy with that.
“mr. park—”
“i thought i asked you to call me sunghoon.”
your mouth is left hanging open. you’re flabbergasted. you take a second to recollect your thoughts. “...mr. park. sir,” you emphasize. you should at least be the one reminding him of your hierarchical roles at the moment. sunghoon looks upset that you’re not abiding by his request, but says nothing in protest so you continue. “i ran out of sick leaves. and there’s still so much work to do, i can’t just go home.”
“you ran out? well i’ll just give you more.” sir, that’s not how it works. “and jungwon can take care of your work. you should go home and rest.”
jungwon wouldn’t be too happy with that either. you feel your stress levels rising, headache incoming, because he’s just not listening to you. this crazy bastard, you think to yourself.
but maybe you were thinking a little too loudly.
“can you say that again?”
you slap a hand over your mouth with a gasp.
“say it again.”
you’re fucked. you just called your boss a bastard right to his face. “i’m—i’m so sorry, mr. park, i didn’t mean to—” but maybe that’s a good thing because that means you wouldn’t need to debate about resigning if he’s gonna fire you. “i apologize. i’ll accept any punishment you’ll give me.”
“no, say it again,” he hums, sounding a little too happy after being called crazy and a bastard, and you get a bad feeling. a really bad feeling. “i felt like we just got closer because of that. swear at me again.”
there’s a smile playing on your boss’s face.
“i— i don’t think that’s appropriate, sir.”
jesus christ, he’s a bit more in love with you than you thought.
“why not?” when sunghoon gets up from behind his seat, circling out from behind his desk to lean back against it right in front of you instead, you start fearing for your life. he looks at you, arms crossed in disappointment, and he looks a little too good with rolled up sleeves and slim-fit slacks.
crap, were you just checking out your boss?
his crazy is rubbing off on you.
“you have no trouble with swearing at and laughing around with the others,” he says. “why can’t you do the same with me?”
he is not normal, you think. thankfully not out loud this time. “sir, you’re my boss. i’m just your secretary. there’s a big gap there. i can’t just treat you the same way as i do with my co-workers.”
your boss takes in your words. he remains quiet with a stoic face for a few moments, and with each passing second of silence, you feel half a year of your life being shaved off. “ah,” he finally makes a sound after a good minute and a half. “should i give you a promotion, then?”
oh my fucking god, he’s nuts.
“boss, there’s an urgent thing you need to—”
“did i permit you to enter my office?”
your eyes widen, slapped in the face by a whiplash when your fellow secretary jake suddenly pops into the office, only to be cut off by the sharp glare and icy tone of your boss. jake’s hand doesn’t leave the doorknob when he nearly stumbles in shock with a stack of papers pressed to his chest. you see the look on his face. it’s the face of someone who’s about to get royally fucked over.
“n—no, sir. but these documents are—”
“then why are you in my office?” holy shit. so this is what they meant when they said ceo park is a bitchy demon from hell. jake looks like he’s about to piss himself. you’ve never been on the brunt of his temper— likely because he’s biased and has feelings for you, which has always felt burdensome. but now you’re a little thankful because you’d probably cry if he snapped at you like that.
“i’m sorry, i’ll leave now. i apologize.”
with that, jake makes his hasty retreat, and you’re once more left alone with your crazy boss.
“where were we?” he says. “oh, right. your promotion.”
you’re starting to feel dizzy.
“i’ve never liked how seojoo handled things. you can take his spot as the sales department head.” you have to stop him. you have to stop him before he actually fires a competent employee and gives you their spot as a courtship gift. “wait. i think you’d prefer working in HR actually. it’s a shame ms. kim is going to lose her position, but i can just—”
“mr. park—”
“sunghoon,” he cuts you off. “call me sunghoon.”
you look at him, exasperated. “sir,” you say. “i don’t think this is right.”
sunghoon raises a brow. “you don’t like HR? which department would you prefer then?”
you can’t. you can’t do this anymore. you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander out of stress, because they inadvertently land on the shiny gold glint of his nameplate, which is a terribly bad move following after his question because sunghoon notices, and sunghoon gets the very, very wrong idea.
oh, no. oh, no no no no no—
“i see.”
he doesn’t! he doesn’t see! you aren’t coveting his seat! you just want to go back to work and stop dealing with your insane and far too in love with you boss!
“i’m afraid i can’t give away my position as ceo,” he tells you. you swallow, shutting your eyes because you don’t want to acknowledge the mess you’ve just accidentally made, but your lack of vision definitely doesn’t interfere with your sense of hearing.
what you hear next sounds clearer than you’d like it to be.
“how about the position of being the ceo’s fiancé instead?”
that’s it.
“i will be getting back to work now, mr. park.”
there is something very wrong with your boss. it’s not in your job description to fix him.
WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK?
© hannie-dul-set, 2023.
#i spent 30 minutes of my study time writing this bcs i got the genius idea while in the shower. god i hate myself.#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen x reader#enha x reader#park sunghoon fluff#sunghoon fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x you#park sunghoon x you#sunghoon x you#enhypen fanfic
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greedy ꨄ charles leclerc
charles leclerc x f!reader
warnings: smut (18+ only), public-sex, charles is horny [1.3k words]
request: 🌶 charles leclerc + prompt 9, please and thank youuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻 [9. “I’m feeling greedy.”]
note: charles gives off greedy vibes, so this checks out!! this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!
The gala was as elegant as it was elite. The men were in their best suits, the women pampered and wrapped in different variations of stunning fabric and colour. The chatter was infectious, everyone’s smiles and laughter vibrated the room.
Although your eyes surveyed your surroundings, Charles’ never strayed from you. He looked like a man starved, battling obsession in the most obvious of ways. He barely contained himself when you had walked out of your shared bathroom earlier, the dress you wore evoking such a strong reaction from the Monégasque.
He couldn’t take his hands off you, either. While standing, one ring-clad hand was always pressed gently against your lower back, just teetering on the curve of your behind. While sitting, he refused to remove his hand from your knee, even when you tried to push him to use it to eat.
Charles was content the way it was.
Until he wasn’t.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the slit in your dress, the skin of your knee so soft against his wandering hand. Your plump lips looked like they were demanding he press his own against them. The small tease of the neckline of your dress practically begging for him to pull it down more to get a better view.
You could tell he was starting to have trouble containing himself, the occasional squeeze of your knee and the way his ears went red whenever you raised an eyebrow at him a clear indication. You had denied his attempts earlier, not wanting to ruin all the effort you had put into getting in the dress, and pampering yourself for the gala.
It was only a matter of time until he broke. Which of course, didn’t take long once you had finally noticed the obvious.
Leaning over to press his lips against the shell of your ear, you felt a shiver run through your body.
“Come with me quick, mon amour,” he said.
Barely giving you a second to react, his hand that had been previously pressed against your knee was lightly squeezing your shoulder. Following his lead, you took the outstretched hand he gave you, allowing him to pull you wherever he had decided to take you this time.
The restroom was not where you were expecting him to lead, warmth crawling up your neck as you tried to subtly peer around you to determine if anyone had followed the actions of Ferrari’s star driver. From what you could see, no one had.
In a quick motion of events, you were pulled into the restroom with the door being locked behind you. Charles was quick to peer around the bathroom, confirming that there were no other occupants in the small room.
Before you had time to react, Charles was pushing you up against the wall, his lips etching themselves against yours as a hand maneuvered its way down to your hip. Moaning into his lips at his actions, he lightly ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, begging for entrance as he began to gently grind his body into yours. The want and desire so obvious by the clothed hardness now pressing into your core.
Pulling back, his eyes were hooded and full of lust, a smirk prominent on his lips.
“Charlie… we really shouldn’t. Not here,” you said.
Pouting at you, Charles started to press gentle kisses along your neck towards the line of your dress, licking along the neckline as he got closer and closer to your bust.
“But mon amour, I’m feeling greedy. Please allow me a little taste, let me make you feel good. All I’ve wanted to do is get on my knees between these pretty legs of yours. You deserve it, looking so beautiful.”
He was slowly bunching up your dress with every word, featherlight touches up your thighs as he lowered his body to his knees. It was hard to deny him when he was looking up at you so prettily, basically begging for the chance to bring you pleasure.
“Just a little taste then, baby. Can’t have you being too greedy,” carding your hands through his hair, the quick tug you gave the strands was the only prompting he needed.
Charles was quick to push your dress up to your hips, grabbing your hand to hold the dress in place as he mouthed at your thighs. Pressing kisses, licking along the skin and blemishes, you couldn’t help the shiver that wracked through your body.
One finger began to run across your covered mound, only slightly pressing into where your body was eager to feel the press of his tongue, or his finger. You arched into his actions every time he ran a finger across your panty-covered clit, mewling and pouting down at him when he moved away.
He didn’t take long before he was hooking his fingers into the fabric, pulling them aside and running a finger through the wetness that had begun to accumulate there.
“So wet for me, mon amour. Such a naughty girl, pussy so soaked in a bathroom for me, grinding into my finger. How badly do you want this, baby?”
Groaning at his words, you glared down at him. Tugging at his hair once again, he simply smirked at you.
“I’m greedy, baby. I want to know what you want,” he said as he pressed a featherlight kiss to the hood of your clit, prompting a sigh to leave your lips.
“Charlie, please. I need your tongue and your fingers, please.”
It must’ve been satisfactory enough for him, as the next moment he was spreading your lips and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit. A low moan left your lips, your hand slapping against your mouth to hide the sounds.
Charles knew exactly what you liked, not taking long to press two fingers against your entrance, gathering up the wetness there before pressing inside of you to work them in tandem with his tongue. The tongue, which was currently running up and down your clit like it was starved of you.
Swirling and curling his tongue against your bundle of nerves in unison with his fingers pushing in-and-out of you, you threw your head back against the wall, the hand that had been holding the dress moving to his hair to try and pull him in closer.
The way he was groaning against you as he sucked at your clit, prompted you to look down. His unoccupied hand was palming against his own cloth-covered cock, attempting to give himself some reprieve from the tight trousers that were stifling any pleasure.
Charles pulled his head back to look up at you, his fingers still pumping inside of you, pressing against the spot he knew made you whine when you were in bed.
“Do you want me to make you cum, mon amour? Or is the little taste I got, good enough? Hm?”
Shaking your head down at him, he mockingly pouted up at you as he pulled his fingers from your entrance.
“You need to use your words, baby. Be a good girl, for me.”
Tugging on his hair yet again, you glared down at him. The loss of his fingers and tongue prompting an emptiness inside of you that you needed satisfied, immediately.
“Charlie, if you don’t make me cum on your tongue, I’m going to make myself cum in front of you. And then when we get home, I’m going to wrap my lips around your pretty cock, but I’m going to tease you and not let you cum. How does that sound, hm?”
Your words were breathy as they came out, the part of his lips at your words the only indication of the effect they had on him. You couldn’t help the groan that fell from your lips as he stood up.
“So bratty. I’m going to fuck you right here, now. Make you cum all over my cock instead. Turn around.”
So greedy, indeed.
i haven't written smut in SO long, so i hope this is okay!!! thank y'all so much for participating in the celebration, and feel free to keep submitting 🫶🏻
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1.3k CELEBRATION: 🌼 yellow + arvin russell
↳ for @annab-nana
#1.3k celebration#arvin russell#the devil all the time#tdatt#tom holland#tomhollandnet#tomhollandedit#filmedit#filmgifs#fyeahmovies#cinematv#cinemapix#usersilk#userrajan#useraurore#usergif#marvelcastedit#filmtv#userdre#*gifs
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Maybe a blurb about forehead kisses with Roope? Please 💜. Congrats!
Thank you for requesting Roope! Feels like I haven’t written for him in ages hah. I hope you enjoy this because I got a little carried away!
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The first time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, he was drunk out of his head and stumbling to the front door, leaning most of his body weight on poor Esa. The party tonight had been a little wilder than you’d expected, drinks flowing, shots poured left right and centre, and the music pounding throughout the house – and clearly Roope had indulged pretty heavily by the way his head was flopped onto Esa’s shoulder.
“Do you want me to open the door for you?” you mused, tugging on your own jacket.
“Thanks, yes, that would be great. It’s hard enough carrying this idiot,” Esa laughed.
“I’m not an idiot. I’m fine,” Roope grumbled, slurring as he lifted his head.
Oh wow. He really was three sheets to the wind.
“Looking good Roope,” you teased.
Esa just laughed harder as Roope pouted.
“I always look good,” Roope insisted.
Sadly, that was incredible true – but that wasn’t something you were going to admit out loud. Instead you just rolled your eyes fondly and opened the front door for them, Esa gripping onto Roope a bit tighter as he started to move them out the house.
“Wait!” Roope said suddenly.
“Wait for what?” Esa said dryly, raising an eyebrow.
Before Esa could stop him, Roope leaned dangerously over to you and grabbed your face between both hands, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. The noise you made was barely human, your body frozen as your cheeks flooded with heat, Esa just cursing loudly.
“Thank you for opening the door for us!” Roope grinned, words barely audible with the slurring.
“Um, it’s okay?” you said hesitantly.
“I am so sorry,” Esa groaned.
You just waved him off, Roope mistakenly thinking it was for him and waving back at you. Bless his drunken heart. As Esa dragged him away, hissing about how drunkenly kissing girls wasn’t okay, you just smiled to yourself, still feeling the touch of his lips on your forehead.
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The second time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, you sit sitting on top of Miro’s kitchen counter. Today was just a casual lunch – Miro had thrown the get-together for a few friends, having called in catering for the meal so no-one had to cook, and it had been the most chilled afternoon, just hanging out with the people you loved most in Dallas. Of course, Esa had been keeping a wary eye on Roope since they got here, but Roope was mostly behaving himself today, matching the energy of the group. Esa was too protective for his own good.
But eventually the time came where people started drifting out, the evening calling them back to their own homes, and you were finishing off your bottle of water before making a move home yourself. It just happened to be that you were sitting by yourself when Roope walked into the kitchen.
“It was good to see you today, kulta,” Roope grinned, “Sorry I was so drunk last time I saw you.”
You tried to ignore how the term of endearment made you feel, and just smiled back at him.
“No harm done, everyone had fun right?” you shrugged.
“Still, I wouldn’t want to make an ass of myself in front of you – we’re good yeah?”
Bless him.
“We’re good, Roope,” you nodded.
His relieved smile made you laugh, earning another wide grin in return.
“Good,” he said, dramatically wiping his hand across his forehead as you laughed again, “I’ll see you soon yeah?”
At the next gathering? Sure, you’d be there. Why did he phrase it like that though?
But then Roope leaned forward, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, leaving you sitting stunned as he stepped away again, a light blush on his pale cheeks. You watched in silence as he left the house, forehead tingling with his kiss just like before.
“Do I want to know?”
Shit. You flinched at the sound of Miro’s voice, turning your head to see him leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, arms folded with a smirk on his face. Brilliant. Just what you needed.
“It’s nothing,” you said simply, hoping the heat on your cheeks had faded enough by now.
“Uh huh,” Miro said, raising an eyebrow, “ESA!”
You scrambled to follow after him as he walked away.
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The third time Roope Hintz kissed your forehead, you were waking up in his bed, his arms wrapped around your bare body. Everything had changed since that lunch at Miro’s, Roope acting so sweet and almost shy around you, to the point where Esa had taken pity on him and asked you out to dinner on Roope’s behalf. The embarrassed squawk Roope had let out was worth how flustered you felt yourself, but you had agreed to go out with Roope anyway, leaving your group of friends cheering and Roope looking like his birthday and Christmas had all come at once.
One thing led to another, and now here you were, blinking your eyes open to the weak morning light, smiling to yourself at the feeling of Roope’s bare chest pressing up against your back.
“Good morning kulta,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver.
“Good morning to you too,” you said softly, rolling over in his arms with a smile.
Roope smiled down at you, a fleeting glimpse of nerves melting away from his expression, making you relax into his arms. This intimacy, this private sweetness, was clearly just as new to him as it was to you, which made you feel a lot more on even footing with him, for once.
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
You bit your bottom lip to hide your silly smile as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He really was so sweet.
“Funny enough, I slept really well,” you teased, “It was probably something to do with the 6ft3 Finnish guy wrapped around me like an octopus.”
Roope just laughed, shrugging his acknowledgement, making you smile for real this time.
“Alright, I’ll give you that. Coffee?” he mused.
“I’d love some,” you nodded.
He grinned, ducking his head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, before he let you go, standing up out the bed. You watched shamelessly as he walked naked out of his bedroom, Roope just sending you a wink over his shoulder as he shut the door behind himself, leaving you grinning to yourself in the comfort of his sheets.
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1.3k sleepover mixtape! 🧸🎈🌸
send me a song + a character and i’ll write something! (i included a few lyrics for each but i encourage you to look up whichever song piques your interest :) )
full sleepover post here
1) do you remember the first time? by pulp
i don’t care what you’re doing / i don’t care if you screw him / just as long as you save a piece for me
2) every man gets his wish by lana del rey
i was working down in the corner cafe / you drove by in a chevrolet / whistle at me as my hips go sway / lana del rey, how you get that way?
3) belinda says by alvvays
belinda says that / heaven is a place on earth / well so is hell
4) she came in through the bathroom window by the beatles
she came in through the bathroom window / protected by a silver spoon
5) the fox in motion by hop along
all the way off in the city / his distant regret
6) limp by fiona apple
you wanna make me sick / you wanna lick my wounds / don’t you, baby?
7) aberdeen by cage the elephant
saw the flame, tasted sin / you burned me once again / cut the cord, shes a creep / aberdeen
8) waterloo by abba
waterloo / i was defeated, you won the war / waterloo / promise to love you forevermore
9) menswear by the 1975
he looks just like me, but six foot three / so i reckon i could knock him out
10) heavy metal drummer by wilco
shiny pants / and bleached blonde hair / a double kick drum by the river in the summer / she fell in love with the drummer / i miss the innocence ive known / playing kiss covers, beautiful and stoned
11) don’t delete the kisses by wolf alice
the doors are closing / and you are waving / and i like you / and i’ll never let it show
#1.3k celebration#eddie munson imagines#steve harrington imagines#tommy shelby x reader#hopper imagines#raymond leon#emmett#jonathan crane imagines#the party#peaky blinders#kurt kunkle#Robert fischer
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west coast | lewis hamilton x fem! reader
summary; y/n leaves lewis due to the feeling of being held back from consistently traveling to his races, only to realize how much she missed him.
warnings; mentions of drinking
notes; he’s so sexy , i know my goat is gonna look sexy asf in that ferrari red
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs
word count; 1.3k
‘born to die’ series masterlist.
f1 masterlist !
“I’m sorry, Lewis. It’s for the best and you know this.” Y/n wipes away the tears falling down her cheeks as she holds on tightly to her suitcase filled with her closeness.
Lewis lets out a disappointed sigh, nodding his head in agreement. He knew that she had to finish her degree which meant everything to her. But finishing her degree meant she couldn’t follow him around the world anymore. It meant that they needed to have a break.
“I know, it’s just…”
“Hard being away from each other.”
“Yeah.” He responds with a deep chuckle. “Honestly, I got this feeling like it all probably would’ve happened later if we waited more. Probably would’ve been worse.”
Y/n slowly nods her head in agreement, not trusting her voice to respond for her. She leans down to gently pet the top of Roscoe’s head. The dog seemed to know what was going on since he refused to leave her side.
She gives the dog one last pat on the head before standing back up, giving Lewis a sad smile. “I guess, it’s time for me to go. See you around then?”
“Yeah, see you ‘round.”
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“This isn’t your usual club.” Y/n mumbles as her best friend drags her into what she thought was a normal club. Y/b/f laughs, hooking her arm with the confused girl.
“It’s an exclusive club! Celebrities and big names only. And it’s L.A., there’s gonna be many people here.” Y/b/f explains with a smile. Due to being a well-known influencer, she was let in along with Y/n who had a known name due to a previous relationship.
“Now, drinks?”
“Y/b/f, I have to study for an exam all day tomorrow. No can do.”
“If you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’!” Y/b/f exclaims over the loud music as they make their way to the bar. “C’mon, I know you’ve got the music in you. Don’t you?” She adds with a smile.
Y/n let out a sigh before a smile crept up on her lips. “Just one drink, Y/n. Just one.” She knew that it wouldn’t be just one. She knew that she’d wake up with a hangover but it was Los Angeles, she couldn’t miss the chance to party in Los Angeles.
“Perfect!”
2 hours later, Y/n was already drunk and returning from the bathroom. She was stumbling out of the bathroom and was suddenly met with a familiar scent. She sobered a bit when she glanced up and saw those big brown eyes that she once and still adored.
She could feel herself heating up from seeing him a couple of months after breaking up with him. Her skin was basically hot to the touch. “Lew-Lewis.” She says with wide eyes, still tipsy.
“Y/n…” Lewis says in a soft tone. He was quickly as shocked, as seen by the way his eyebrows were raised up high. “H-How have you been?”
“Uhm, great!” She quickly says, standing up straight and fixing her short dress. “Was able to take enough classes this semester to graduate. Actually- you didn’t ask that. Ignore that. I- How about you?” The alcohol in her system made her rant a bit but it made him let out his signature laugh.
“I’ve been great too actually.” He replies with a smile, nodding his head. She noticed how his hair was styled differently. He opted for dark brown braids as opposed to the honey brown, a color she suggested a couple weeks before splitting.
“Your hair…” Y/n trails off, “It looks really nice.”
“Thank you. I mean, you suggested it so I decided to try it out.”
She smiles and nods before a silence falls over them. They both wanted to say something else but couldn’t figure out what to say. Although she was just months away from graduating, her heart still longed for him. And even if girls were constantly throwing themselves at him, he only wanted her.
“Y/n, I miss you.”
Panic fills her mind as she hears the words she has been wanting to hear. She wants to say that she missed him so much but something keeps her really quiet. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s still tipsy and wants to get drunk like she’s a lush. But in a panic, she blurts out, “Gotta go! Y/b/f is calling me!”
She turns around and runs back to where her best friend is sitting in a panic and with wide eyes. She sat down next to her and covered her face with her hands. Y/b/f was talking to an athlete when she noticed her friend's panicked look.
“What's wrong?” She immediately asked, focusing more on her best friend than the guy beside her.
“Lewis is here,” Y/n says with a sigh, grabbing Y/b/f’s drink and taking a long sip. “I need a drink, come with me.” She added, standing back up and grabbing her friend's arm, dragging her to the bar.
Another hour had passed and the club was getting hot. A little too hot for Y/n’s liking. She could feel her blown-out hair starting to frizz up, her mascara was slightly smudged in the corner of her eyes, and she felt hotter than fire. She needed to go outside.
Fortunately, she noticed a balcony outside before entering the club. So, she followed a set of stairs by the bathroom which led right to the grand balcony. There were a few people there, some with drinks and some with parliaments on fire in hand.
Before she could open the door, her eyes landed on once again, a familiar set of crinkled brown eyes and a wide smile. Her once sweet boy swayed along to the music. Maybe it was the fact she had more alcohol in her system, but she wanted to go up to him.
Y/n takes a deep breath and opens the door leading to the balcony. She didn’t realize how hard she had opened it until she saw him look right at her. The person he was talking to backed away, immediately recognizing her.
She slowly walks over to him, her heels clicking along. “Lewis.” She quietly says once she stood in front of him. He stood up straighter as his eyes furrowed up in confusion.
“Y/n-“
“I miss you too.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I mean, yeah, but you made me panic when you said that,” Y/n sighs, fiddling with the gold rings on her finger. “And now I’ve had a lot more to drink and it gave me the courage to and I know it’s stupid. Missing you when I was the one to end things for my studies, which have been going well anyway. I’m about to graduate and I still miss you, Lewis. I thought that my desire was to settle down to finish my degree but it wasn’t. It’s you I desire.”
Silence fell over them for a minute. She immediately began to regret everything she said. The regret caused her to sober up again. She opened her mouth to apologize but before she could, Lewis pulled her closer by her waist and kissed her plump lips.
Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer, finally getting what she wanted, what they both wanted. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against hers and keeps his hands on her waist.
“Come back to me, love.”
“Lewis, I’ll go running back to you any day.”
Lewis lets out a breathy chuckle before leaning back a bit. He wore a smile so wide that he couldn’t even bother trying to contain it. “How about we get out of here?”
Y/n’s smile matched his as she nodded in response. “I like that.” She whispers, grasping his hand. Looks like down on the West Coast, things will actually turn out alright.
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Positivity Celebration Masterlist
This is where I’m going to compile all the blog recommendations so that they can be easily found so everyone can explore all the recommended blogs.
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