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maryoliverdotcom · 8 months

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GooD Old fashioned Loverboy with raghveer unsing 'their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer' prompt please?

A/N: ask and you shall receive, my princess, meri nafz. i got a little bit carried away with this and it could’ve developed into full-blown smut had i not controlled my hand. enjoy <3

It was nearly midnight. One more minute and Ranveer knew he’d feel that familiar buzz of his mother calling him. He slumped into the sofa, exhaling through his nose. “We need to work on that, Raghav. Chalo, one more time.”

Raghav grimaced. “I genuinely can’t do this anymore.”

“Nonsense,” Ranveer said. “I’ve seen you dance, dude. You can do anything.”

Raghav glanced at Ranveer, trying to pick apart whatever he had just said. Since when did Ranveer turn so soft? He couldn’t help but notice a gentleness in his eyes whenever he looked at him—or, again, that softness could be entirely hallucinated—he tended to imagine all sorts of things when it came to Ranveer.

Ranveer heaved himself off the couch, feigning a look of mock disapproval. “Tu ruk jaa. First see how I do it.”

Raghav was only too glad to relax his stretched arms, choosing instead to see exactly how Ranveer proposed to help him. That pompous bastard. The most annoying of the lot, with his face so beautiful it made Raghav feel stupid, those lips stretched in a perfect Cupid’s bow, those upturned eyes lined with tiny freckles—

So very annoying.

“Dekh—” Ranveer’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts—“hold your arm out at an angle, like this, with the mudra like this.”

“Aise?” Raghav asked, copying Ranveer’s movements. He stretched his arm out, perpendicular to the surface of the wall, his fingers instinctively forming a random mudra.

Ranveer grimaced. “Uffo, don’t be so stiff—what’s up with you today?”

Raghav swallowed.

Ranveer massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Chal thik hai, hota hai. I’ll help.”

“You’ve already helped me enough by showing me all the steps, how else—”

His mouth snapped shut as Ranveer’s arms wrapped around his slight frame, one of his hands stretching alongside Raghav’s outstretched arm, bending slightly at the elbow to gently lift his wrist. So that’s how he’d help. “Oho, look how tensed up you are. There we go.”

Raghav felt his breath hitch in his throat. He nodded slowly, feeling his arms relax into Ranveer’s hold, his back pressed against his chest—their bodies fitting together exactly at the right angles.

“That’s better,” Ranveer murmured, his warm breath brushing against Raghav’s earlobe.

Raghav’s lips parted instinctively at the feel of Ranveer’s thigh pressing against his waist. He was so close—so, so close. He could turn around and smash his lips into his. He could break free of his grasp and run out of the room. He could guide his hands to where he needed them the most. He could turn around and yell at him for overstepping his personal boundaries. He could press against Ranveer’s body and slowly grind against his thigh. He could turn around and cup his face in his hands and cry and tell him that he wasn’t the most annoying boy in the world, he was Raghav’s most annoying boy in the world. He could tell him—he could show him, in that moment itself, that he was his, that he had made him his without even trying to, that he had never fallen as hard for anyone else, that looking at him made him feel like all the stars in the universe could come crashing down and yet none would be brighter than Ranveer.

In that moment, with Ranveer’s cheeks against his shoulders, his muscles tightening as he guided Raghav’s hands against his own, Raghav decided he would be ruined by him.

“Haan, there we go,” Ranveer exhaled softly against the nape of Raghav’s neck. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I told you you’re an amazing dancer.”

“Ranveer, I—”

“Ruk jaa, ek second, Maa is calling,” Ranveer said, pulling away. Raghav felt his knees buckle. He grabbed onto the armrest of the couch to steady himself.

Ranveer sent a curious glance his way, a look that made it seem like he was almost concerned, before he looked at his phone once again and forgot entirely about Raghav’s existence. “Haan, Maa, I’m coming home in five minutes. Don’t worry, Maa, it’s only twelve, I’ll be home before you know it.”

Raghav looked at Ranveer, his dark skin glowing in the lights of the green room, sweat glistening through the thin silk of his shirt. He could feel his rib tighten, a flower grow in the pit of his stomach.

He really needed to get over how touch-deprived he was.

summoning the entire doyh fandom: @orgasming-caterpillar @kittensandforeheadkisses @browngurl99 @ad15124 @amrut-ofthegods @maraudersbitchesassemble @vellhighbandi @lilacwitch011019 @sinistergooseberries @desi-yearning @just-call-me-singh @rudolphsboyfriend @shanti-ashant-hai @anarcho-boykisserism

#dancing on your heartstrings #700 celebration #fic

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miss-celestial-being · 2 years

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Scooby-Doo Halloween Special

so uhhhhh.... somehow i got 700....

thank you my loves, i hope you know how much i appreciate every one of you <33

small celebration this time cause im too tired rn

🦮- scooby

tell me a few things about yourself (3 or more) and ill tell you what you should be for halloween

🍃- shaggy

send me canon and/or fanon bestie ships and i'll tell you my opinion on them

📖- velma

book recommendations (mainly for @natti-ice but i need some too)

💄- daphne

send your favorite basic color and i'll give you an outfit (pls specify outfit type)

🤷- fred

send a picrew of how you see me (without looking at my face reveals)

#scooby–doo halloween special // 700 #*sigh* its gonna take me wayyy too long to tag moots 😭😭#may just do it in the morning #celebration #700 celebration #boredbeestalk

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thehornyfemme · 2 years

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Thank you for 700 followers it means a lot to me. Thank you so much to every single one of you. 💖💖

MEN DON’T MESSAGE

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

#just lil ol me #mia/max rants #lesbian #nblw #wlw #nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #nblw nsft #selfie #my face #700 celebration #me #photo

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natti-ice · 1 month

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Hi! Congrats on 700 followers. You are so talented 💜

I would like to request #1 "You're a lot more flexible than I thought." from the smut list with Eddie please

Hope you have a great day!

Thank you so much!!

18+ mdni

Eddie’s hands gripped onto your ankles, holding your legs up in the air as he gives you long deep strokes. You can feel your pussy clenching his cock tighter with each pump, your moans escape your mouth with ease. He chuckles softly as he watches your face contort in pleasure, he slowly starts to spread your legs even wider and starts to increase his speed. “Good girl… let’s see how far you can go” without waiting for a response he pushes your legs back even further, you whimper softly in pain but he’s fucking you so good you don’t wanna stop. “Fuck, you’re a lot more flexible than I thought.” His grip on your ankles tightens as he continues to pound into you harder.

Join my 700 celebration!

#natti’s 700 celebration!#natti’s 18+#ali #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut

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pascalsbby · 8 months

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Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

Summary: It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, eventual smut (c’mon…wouldn’t be a celebration without it)

This is satire. Kinda. It’s me laughing at myself & my love for this fictional man. But you’re laughing along, because you get it. Let me know what you think!!

This is a part of my 700 follower’s celebration. Read the detailed description here ��

It all started with this:

Let me set the scene:

It’s 9:45pm on a Friday, and this is better than having the house to yourself. This is the time of week where we tuck our children (and husbands) in, and we gather around this shitty glass table as the tales are whispered through. It starts off with your usual: sugar-salted peach margaritas turned to two, a joint, and then the riveting conversation of, “now who would leave that dick?”

We call ourselves ‘Joel Miller’s Neighborhood Wives’. It’s a mouthful. But we like a mouthful. So- sit down, have a smoke, a wee little drink, and listen to the goss.

The neighborhood wives (Kat, Kali, Chloe on the right of you, Kit, Vic, Bug & Angela to the left) are all cuddled around Kat’s patio, enacting a dramatic retelling of ‘who the fuck is Joel Miller?’ Himself, somewhere across the street, wondering why every now and then he hears a chorus of squeals. Then, he smiles to himself and wishes he had the guts to grace y’all with his presence. He’s not invited though.

This is the first time you’ve hung out with them, and maybe the last, tbh. No way this Miller guy is worth all this fuss.

And, action.

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller. We take whatever we can get from him, between when we hear his truck two streets over, lightly running across the hollow wooden floors to put on our slippers. The low growl from his truck pipes (or yours) grows louder as he turns the corner onto the street. We watch as he drops out of the truck and thuds against the concrete, slamming that damn door closed. Probably how he lets all his ladies know he’s home. Our eyes follow his form, tapping all the way up to his front door before he takes those goddamn cowboy boots off. We stumble out of the front door and check the mail. Well, only for the third time that morning. What? We are all always expecting something, alright? You catch what you can before his shoulders disappear through the blue-chipped front door, right back into his house. We close the mailboxes simultaneously and sadly drip back to our front doors. No hello’s today.

Sometimes later in the night before supper, you’ll see the door shaped hole widen in the darkness, warmth boasting from behind as Joel’s form takes up the light, smiling as he pats Tommy on his way inside. Tommy usually drinks too much and stays the night, so we sit back and tend to the family. We ride our delusions in the meantime. Then, the cycle continues. It’s like… the cycle of life. You know?

He seems like your typical gentleman, Joel. A Southern-raised man, one who would let you be his nuclear-family sweetheart. Cook for him, clean for him, spread *it open for him, let his massive fucking hands feel any part of you they wanted. Especially if that meant they were to explore more under the stiff shirtwaist dresses. Or in. We would all rather him in.

Spread, what, exactly? Oh yeah dude, sorry. I meant: *Cunt, asshole, any part of you he wanted to look down the middle of and split open, really. We aren’t shy about it when it comes to talking to each other. Obviously.

The aforementioned Tommy?

That’s his brother, probably about seven or eight years younger. He is a beau too, but he doesn’t seem the type to really fuck it out of ya. I mean sure, he has done his fair share of fucking around with the moms’ of the neighborhood, too. Bug even whispered a tale of Tommy going after those mom’s college daughters, swooping in to help clean the pool before setting them gently on the concrete and swiping their panties to the side as he buried his face in them. He always made sure they were at least 22. This is only moments after the pretty younger girls make their way back into the pretty, white iron gates afront their parents' houses.

Fair enough, he has the same curls wrapping down the base of his neck, kissing the skin beneath them. He has the ‘Miller Smirk’ - what the town wives call it. The Miller brothers are known throughout the neighborhood for their distinct brand of charm. Both possess an effortless charisma that begs you to get on your knees. But they never let us. Sad. Their shared features aren’t few, but none are as similar and charming as their half-smiles. Grins always slightly tilted, as if they were sharing an inside joke with each other but not the rest of the world.

So of course Tommy is desired to an extent, physically, of course. Emotionally? Probably not. But shit, you’d have both if you could. Paris looks great this time of year. Anyways.

He wasn’t the Miller we all grappled over and wanted so deeply, despite a metal band around our fingers (or not). His competency and willingness. They way he looks at his daughter. Oh yeah…girl dad. The way he looks in the Texas heat. His back, flexed and sweating through his too-tight shirt. “The day that man wears a white shirt and it’s over 90 degrees- I will drop fucking dead. Someone take care of the kid for me,” Kat.

There’s been one story about Joel that is retold over and over like it’s fuckin’ Genesis Chapter 3, creation and all. The story on how, why, we all got here to begin with. No one can agree who first told it. Angela or Bug, shit…was it Chloe? Okay, okay, it really doesn’t matter at the moment. Just listen.

It was late August, three years ago. Hot and dripping with the dead-end heat of summer. Almost as if it was giving all it could before the last of it sputtered out and away, knowing Fall was right around the corner to take its place- happy to finally have a rest. A for sale sign that had been smiling at you for months was suddenly gone, the dirt still fresh from where it had been happily ripped. Joel Miller, Mr. Texas cowboy himself showed up one day as the crickets started singing, he kissed the cicadas goodbye for the season, unloaded the Miller Construction van and then he never left. A few weeks later after he and his brother fixed up the place, a little girl was running up the concrete to the front door. But there was no wife.

When he moved into the neighborhood, a new era dawned. It was one where the wives would rather mow the lawn, take the trash cans out on Wednesday nights, and tend to the long-forgotten garden. No really, all of our gardens are pristine now. Because somewhere not too far away there was a beautiful, muscular man with a mustache you wanted to wet, and God, his nose. A nose that was prominent even a few houses down, sun setting behind as it sat there strong and just uh- you knew a nose like that would be tickling your clit while he used his tongue other places. Or the other way around, whichever way you were sitting. Whatever way he wanted you to sit.

It was something about that deep navy cotton shirt his chest and shoulders grace about once or twice a week. The other is some form of a Lakers’ tee, yellow or purple, love-worn but scrunched up and stretched in the right places. You’ll see. Maybe that in itself, how it wraps around his sun-bathed/loved/kissed skin is the reason for everyone’s fever induced fluster. Maybe it’s the drawl, and the fact he absolutely drips of sex.

Most interactions end with deep breaths leaning against the door, knocking on your chest. Or texting the group message (we’ll add you in a minute, it’s called JMW)((Joel Miller’s Whores)). He always has something to say, something to coo at you while you in turn try not to purr back… at least with your mouth. Although no, because you would purr around him with your mouth if he’d only ask for it.

But you? Metaphorically, denoting us all. No, he would never look down upon you, between his eyelashes and brooding smile, dark, tanned skin smelling of the day- “want you to pull the pretty dress up and get on your knees. I’m tired from the day, workin’ so hard for this family. Leas’ you could do is suck my cock, no?” And he didn’t know it, but he was right. He did work so hard for this family. He was your maladaptive daydreaming, he’s what you giggle at during fake conversations, he was the cock slipping between your hungry folds at night.

Instead, it was half-baked smiles and short waves in the drop off line in the morning. He walks Sarah in, every single day. She’s getting to the age where she seems like she’d deter the sweet action, but she doesn’t- she loves him that much. We never see him in the afternoon, his barely-present wife (he has to have a wife, right? Like Bug says, “I mean look at him”), was probably the one picking up Sarah. Probably taking her to some even bigger house on the richer side of town because it's her turn to watch her. How the hell could you leave someone like Joel?

But regardless, we never see her. Never have the entire time we’ve peeked out of our blinds, running to turn off the lamp so no one can see the strip of light coming from the window.

He has never brought a woman inside of that house, let alone has anyone left it. Once, Tommy brought a girl to their Thanksgiving dinner and Vic told Kit she had come alone, first, and hugged Joel. That “Joel was extra smiley to her.” Moral of the story, we don’t know for sure if he’s still married or he’s just somehow keeping that dick to himself.

Jesus, Kat retold that story for three fucking weeks. But, we don’t really blame her. It was how it all began.

Don’t get me wrong, Joel Miller is available- if that pesky little wasp hive directly atop your living room window is getting out of hand, and you just happen to be a single mom who so desperately needs a man’s touch. Not like that. Well, yeah like that. Then, you could count on Joel Miller to back up his old blue truck bed into your driveway, set up his ladder, and allow you to spend the next hour watching through the window as his shirt pulls up his stomach as he does his diligent work.

His v-lines kissed by veins and tufted black hair towards his middle, peeking up and saying hello every time his jeans got a little too low. Musta forgot his usual belt. Or maybe his work belt was a tad too heavy today. Uh, to take that pressure off of his back for him, and into your hands.

But him owing you? That’s a different kind of available. It was a week later, the morning before the mom gathering, and you had only seen Joel once. Yes… peaking through your blinds. Then you heard his voice.

“Hi ma’am,” he waved, turning your attention from where you were setting your bags in the car. “Sarah, ask the pretty lady what you wanted, don’t make her wait any longer in this heat.” He was loading his work tools into the bed of his pickup. Another bed of his you’d like to grace.

Shit. Maybe this Miller was worth the fuss.

Part 2 later this week babes <3 It will be an actual fic, hehe.

@justagalwhowrites @cool-iguana @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren @chloeangelic

#700 followers #celebration #pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pascalsbby #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal memes #carnal #tdahb #joel miller x reader #neighbor!joel #singledad!joel

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spiderfunkz · 6 months

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silk duvets ─── send me a scenario / blurb / au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( ex. baker!reader x coffee shop owner!natasha • going on afternoon walks with carol danvers ). also includes short headcanons.

AFTER WATCHING THE MARVELS I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT SPENDING COZY NIGHTS IN THE SPACE SHIP WITH CAROL OMGGG <3

AAA i am a carol defender 4 life.

— cozy nights in the spaceship w/ carol.

🚀 cuddling. keeping eachother warm under the mountains of blankets. playing boardgames. matching socks. intertwining hands. forehead kisses. being eachothers company. borrowing her jackets & sweaters. admiring the starry skies in space. playing with goose.

#b's 700 celebration !#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers headcanons #carol danvers fluff #captain marvel #captain marvel moodboard #carol danvers moodboard #the marvels #marvel

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hellinglaozu · 1 year

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Seventeen Romance - 1

CC: Transformation!

This is a series of loosely connected arts & comics of wangxian in magical girl AU. I'll try to update every couple days!

#I wasn't going to post this until next year but I reached 700 followers today and that felt too lucky to not do something in celebration #if you notice references to Utena and other magical girl series then you are right #mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #lwj #wei wuxian #wwx #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #fanart #fan comic #magical girl #mahou shoujo

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lust444men · 9 days

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PLEASE WELCOME...PROFESSOR!RAFE💐

INTRODUCTION ᡴꪫ‎

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who was quite often grumpy, walking into class with a cup of stale cafeteria coffee, a deep frown set on his face.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who had a bad day everyday. that was until you started auditing his class. a pretty lil' student who was interested in the literature he was teaching. of course, he didn't completely lighten up. but he was intrigued.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe spent a few months of watching you in class, seeing you blush and get giddy whenever he praises your correct answers and brilliant questions, he called you back to stay after class for catch up work. which is when he pinned you between him and his desk, hand on the nape of your neck as he kissed you — whispering about how long he's been wanting to do this.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, from then onwards, was fucking you every chance he got. teachers lounge during class hours, after class, in the library in the dusty aisle no one ventures to.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will sit you in his lap as he grades your paper, lecturing you for every bad thing you did. "I mean, what type of grammar is this? do you even pay attention during my classes or are you too busy thinkin' about my dick?"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who on a good day he'll let you cockwarm him as he grades papers, immediately failing anybody with a name he recognises from the times you've cried about how they were so mean to you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who has a soft spot for you, and only you. it shouldn't be noticeable, but people certainly saw it. he was less bossy, less rude. he gave you extensions.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will take it upon himself to spank you when you have the audacity to turn in something so, so bad, that it genuinely makes him mad. "the fuck were you thinking? did you proof-read at all?!"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who takes time to tutor you after his spankings. starting by making you write a two page essay on something, knelt under his desk with his face buried between your thighs. everytime your eyes flutter away from your laptop screen, he pulls away from your dripping pussy to scold you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who does genuine tutoring with you too, wanting you to actually get better so you don't fail his class.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, before your history class begins, walks into the classroom to leave a single rose on your desk. he's a lover at heart.

ᨳິ‎english literature!professor who uses his profession to his advantage, leaving little love notes in your bag, desk, jacket, anywhere you'll find them, and others won't.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who signs off all notes with a very, very indecipherable '- R.C' with a sloppy, uneven heart next to it.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will messily kiss you against the door of his classroom, two minutes until his class begins. the second he hears the chatter from the hall grow closer, he shoves you off, wiping your lips with his thumb to get rid of your messy, smudged lipstick. he then gently pushes you towards your seat, sitting at his desk and prepping for his lecture. he then throws you glances all the way through it, making sure not to stand face forward for too long so his other, suspecting students don't see how hard he is through his slacks.

ᨳິ‎possessive!professor!rafe who leaves marks all over your neck and your thighs constantly, for people to see out of your low cut blouses and plaited skirts.

ᨳິ‎overprotective!professor!rafe who has to bite his tongue to resist the urge to saunter up to any man who had the audacity to talk to you.

ᨳິ‎jealous!professor!rafe who pounds you from the back in his office, your chest on the smooth wood of his desk. his hand reaching forwards, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. "you think some fuckin' fratboy can fuck you like I can? hm? answer me."

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who is actually a complete sweetheart, on the inside, very, very deep down.

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#pls flood my inbox w my man i love him so #comments and reblogs are most appreciated!#before you come at me. reader is 20/21 and rafe is 26/27.#700 celebration! <3 #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe fic #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron moodboard #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe concepts

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aintinacage · 9 months

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Omega making friends

700 Followers Celebration | @locitapurplepink

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desert-fern · 1 month

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Hey Fern

Could I request a moodboard for the Dagger Squad doing games night? I feel like it would be the most wild and chaotic night ever.

Thanks ☺️

“That’s my property! $122 please!” / “No way! You don’t get paid when you’re in jail!”

Jess… they only got to play Monopoly once before it was banned. I tell you this would be a fantastic level of chaos, especially when Fanboy brought in Cards Against Humanity and let’s just say that the group is on a whole new level of crazy. They may rotate whose house they’re at, but CAH stays consistent.

You can find the rest of the moodboards here!

#Fern’s 700 followers celebration #moodboard #moodboard celebration #top gun maverick #dagger squad #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #game night

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maryoliverdotcom · 8 months

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radio ga ga!!

listening to this rn, i love this song like i love you

#padfoot padfoots #700 celebration

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krirebr · 1 month

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Congrats again on your well deserved milestone, lovely! 🥳❤️

If it sparks the muse, I would LOVE a drabble of WAM!Steve and Cole. I was so intrigued by their first part and how you wrote their dynamic and how Steve was a low key motherhen. I’d love to see more of him teaching Cole how to vampire!! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Thank you, Siri!! I so appreciate your support. 💜💜

Oh, the muse sparked hard. I wrote this one in a blink. Their dynamic is so fun for me. I hope you enjoy!

This is a few years after Steve takes Cole in.

And Gentle Persuasion

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers, Soft!Dark Cole Turner

Warnings: blood, death, mind control, talk of humans as food, vampire stuff

We're All Monsters

“Cole.”

Cole looked up from where he was kneeling over the dead body. Steve was leaning against the door to the small cell, looking exasperated. Cole grimaced. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said.

Steve sighed and crouched down in front of him. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Tell me what happened this time.”

Cole stroked a finger down the now-dead young man’s cheek. “I just– I told him I loved him and wanted us to be together, you know? I wanted him to be mine. And he freaked out and I was just trying to calm him down, and maybe feed on him just a little, to show him how good it could be, but I was upset too. That he was being so unreasonable. And I guess I lost control.” He gestured to the blood that covered him and the floor of the cell.

Steve closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he fixed Cole with a stern look. “So,” he said, “the same thing as last time. Why didn’t you just compel him to agree to it?”

Cole looked down, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be real.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. You’re still trying to hang onto your humanity, but it’s gone. You aren’t human anymore, you’re something so much better. You need to start acting like it, finally embrace it. Humans, they’re just animals. They’re food. Pets at the very most. They are here to serve us. We want something from them, we take it. Any vampire who treats them as equals has lost touch with what we are. Do you understand?”

Cole nodded. He did. Or he was trying to. Steve had been over it with him so many times. Cutter, too. Everyone here, really. But. He’d just– he’d always wanted to find the one when he’d been human and he never had. He thought maybe now that he was something more, that power was thrumming through his veins and Steve had taught him how to harness it, that he’d finally be able to find someone. But he still hadn’t. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he was looking in the wrong place.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Cole’s cheek, pulling him from his thoughts. “You know I’m only this upset because you keep doing this to menu items. We won’t have anything left to serve at the bar at this rate.”

Cole leaned into Steve’s hand. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve said and stood up. “Come on, I’ll have someone come clean this up.”

Cole stood up too and started to leave the cell, not looking back at the body. “Cutter’s gonna be pissed.”

Steve smiled, “Cutter’s always pissed. You leave her to me.” Cole took a few steps into the hallway before Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, if it’s just a feed and a fuck you need, you come to me and I’ll get it for you. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

Cole gave him a bashful grin back. “Yeah, I know,” he said and thought for the millionth time how lucky he was that Steve had been the one to find him.

Kris's 700 Celebration

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nowimyurdaisy · 1 year

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congratulations on 700 followers, you deserve it!!🩷

could i please get talking about future plans when cuddling with charles. please & thank you!!

AWW thank you rach 💗

"so" Charles started.

"so?" You asked, as he layed his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

"do you ever think about getting married?" He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

"all the time, do you?" You responded fingers tangled in his hair.

"yea, we would have a small outdoor spring wedding"

"with flowers?" You asked.

"yes lots and lots of flowers, y/f/f of course," you smiled at that. "You'd wear a princess dress with lace trimming, the most beautiful girl in the world."

A silence fell over you two, and you smiled, "we'd have 2 kids, one boy one girl, or 2 little girls." You sighed, "and we'd love here, in Monaco, they would grow up to be just like their father, in love with go karts and race cars."

Charles laughed at that, "I'll buy us a big house y/n/n, where we can watch our kids grow up, and we could still go to races on free weekends, and we could spend summer evenings on the boat."

"I'd like that, I'd really like that." you hummed, resting your head on his head.

Charles' fingers collided with yours, your hands intertwined, as you laid there in your bed together, thinking about your future.

#700 followers celebration #em's celebration #700 followers #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #rachel 🍦#f1 #blurb celebration

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natti-ice · 1 month

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Congrats on the 700 followers love 🎉💗

May i have Eddie Munson x F!reader

"Our bodies fit so well together."

Followed by

"Your moans are my favourite sound."

Eeeek💗🙈

Thank you so much<33

18+ mdni

Eddie loves to be the big spoon because it makes it easier for him to slip his cock in you, he gently pulls your panties to the side and slides right into your tight hole. He groans softly as your warmth envelops his length, he grips your hip with his hand tightly and starts to fuck you slowly. “Our bodies fit so well together” he whispers in your ear causing you to let out a soft moan. He chuckles at your reaction and teasingly asks you “you like that baby? Does it feel good?”

You try to speak but can’t, the pleasure was too much to think straight and you could only respond with another moan. “Oh that’s my baby, your moans are my favorite sound” he places hot kisses up and down your neck as he continues to fuck you through the night.

Join my 700 celebration!

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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🌊: sunflowers. And I want you to write it for whoever you think of first!

This is my favorite 🥺

You're my sunflower in a field of roses

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: After a hard day Rhea tells you how much you mean to her and judgement day

You felt drained as you sat on the couch your body sore and heavy as tears of frustration as Rhea walked behind you noticing how you're being hard on yourself. You had been having a rough patch at your job as a nurse taking care of quite a few patients one you grew close to who had just passed an hour ago and it broke you ever since you found out from your co-worker as you were on your way home. Not only that but you had been also dealing with severe anxiety and depression due to not having your family to support you since they were far away and some of them disowned you for having the courage to get up and walk away from the chaotic and unhappy life you had back in your hometown meeting rhea not too long after moving to Orlando Florida. You met her and the judgement day when you were exploring town after spending the first week unpacking and getting used to being in your apartment helping her up after she accidentally fell while joking around with Finn ending up joining the four on their day out becoming a part of the group immediately and a year later you and rhea started dating with some help from the other three helping get the two of you together. You turn looking at rhea after feeling a hand on your shoulder hugging her tightly as you cried being held in her arms until your cries became sniffles "I just don't feel anything hon...I lost a patient who I became friends with, I have been working without a day off, and...my depression and anxiety is just eating away at me I don't feel...good enough" she moves your head up with her fingers under your chin staring into each other's eyes. "It's okay to feel like that but don't let it consume you and I will help you I won't leave you ever" you hug each other as she rocks back and forth holding you to her "You're my sunflower in a field of roses my love you're my world" you smile kissing her as you lay on the couch watching tv until you fell asleep and she carried you to the bedroom where she cuddled you and fell asleep.

#rhea ripley #follower celebration #wwe x reader #700 followers celebration #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #judgementdaysunshine's 700 followers celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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