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httpiastri · 5 months

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control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

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norizz-nation · 5 months

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just lewis and my helmet kink HELLO?? hes so fine could you please write something to feed me xx

Im here to feed you girl 🫠

Don't give me that look 🤍

Summary: seeing your boyfriend wearing his helmet made you feel something in your core and your boyfriend just had the best idea for it

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, dacryphilia, overstimulation, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, gagging

Your head was blurred at this moment. Moaning and whining like crazy. Your cum dripped down his dick and made wet sounds as you kept on riding him. You already came 3 times, yet your boyfriend demanded you to keep on riding him.

You told lewis that his helmet makes him look a lot more hotter. You told him that seeing him in his helmet was something too hot for you. Your words just made him smirk at you, making you more needy for him. But what you didn’t know is that his smirk would lead to you riding his dick until your body was shaking and your mind was blurry. Orgasms hitting you over and over.

“Thats it baby. Youre doing so good” lewis said as you let your head fall back, closing your eyes shut. His hands guided your hips since you were getting weaker. Your eyes started to tear up, not being able to handle the pleasure you were feeling. You whined and looked at lewis. Seeing your own fucked out reflection on his visor. You pouted your lips and looked at him with teary eyes. You knew that your expression would drive him crazy. But yet, he didn’t tell you to stop. “Dont give me that look, baby girl. You know it wont work today” he said, sounding devilish as your jaw fell open, feeling your 4th orgasm hit you. “Look at you, ruining my lap with your sweet cum. You look so pretty when youre fucked out like this” he said as a hard slap landed on your ass that made you wince in pain. He continued spanking you, making your ass sore and definitely red.

“D-daddy please, i-im s-so sore ahh!” You whined out as tears rolled down your cheeks. He then cupped your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Alright love, let me see you on your knees” he said, his voice sounded soft. You sniffled and got on your knees. Your mouth hung open when you saw his dick being hard and coated with your cum. “Go on, i know you wanna taste yourself baby girl” he said as he brushed your hair from your face, which were interrupting you. You licked his tip first and then began to bop your head continuously. Lewis moaned out, as your spit mixed with your own cum. He couldn’t help but push your head more, making you gag. “Do you like tasting yourself on my dick, baby girl?” He asked. You nodded a little as his dick was deep inside your mouth. Spit rolled down your chin as you kept on gagging.

Your face being coated with your spit, your cum and his cum. He then pulled on your hair and made you look up at him. Your eyes teary, spit rolling down your chin and cum on your lips. He then chuckled deeply, as he caressed your cheek. “You look so pretty like this, so beautiful” he said and you smiled at him, licking the cum off your lips. “Thank you daddy” you said as your cheeks went red.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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moreofem · 2 years

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I haven’t watched The Bear yet so I could be very wrong but Carmy seems like the type to like it when you talk back to him just a bit like it would grate his nerves but when you push he can push back until idk he ends up bending you over like “if you wanted me so bad you could have just said so” and I….I’m blaming you for making me thirst but goddamn I’m real excited to see the hype for real! 😌

OH YEAH

Naauurrr because I will inflict the Carmy thirst on everyone idgaf 🤪🤪

There's a lot of pushing and screaming until the breaking point in this show, and Carmy definitely participates in that looolll. And since he's the 1st chef and he gives out orders, he's always pushing to see how long someone will defy his authority. And you being a stubborn little shit, you just like riling him up

It all started in the morning, with you refusing to do the vegetable prep because you were too busy doing sauce prep. Carmy had already annoyed you beforehand, waking you up at 2 am because of his insomnia, so now you wanted to make him pay

"Ok then Chef, do a double prep!"

"Carmen you can clearly see that I can't do double prep right now!"

"Oh my god, just say Yes Chef, chef.?"

"Chef. I'm sorry, but I can't fucking double prep, Chef."

"Chef; stop giving me an attitude. We all have fucking work to do. Tina is doing a double prep too so I don't know why the fuck you can't do double prep!"

"Carmen just shut the fuck up and let me do my thing! Damm!"

Both of you go at it, all while cooking and prepping, until Sydney comes in to calm the whole situation down.

"I told y'all it wasn't a good idea to have an almost married couple in the kitchen, but of course, no one is gonna listen to good old Richie uh?"

You and your boyfriend groaned and said in unison: "fuck off Richie"

Later in the day, Carmen calls you in his office for a meeting, clearly annoyed with your antics. When you come in, you're greeted with the delicious sight of Carmy spread out on the chair, his fingers running across his thighs and through his hair.

"Babe. You know I'm busy, what's u-"

"Really, y/n, for the sake of all of us, stop trying to question everything I ask you to do. It completely breaks the dynamic of the day! You're here, giving me-"

"Oh fuck off Carmen! You knew damn well I couldn't double prep this morning! Those sauces take forever and I need to watch the temperature the whole time!Because the thing is, if I double prep, then I can't properly focus on the sauce, and if I dont then I ruin the sauce, and then, you're fucking rude to me cause *Oh my god chef, start over.*; like it wasn't the thing I was about to fucking do!"

Your voice pitched high, and your chest was heaving, and if he was being completely honest, Carmy's brain stopped working and he was thinking with his dick, which was straining against his jeans at the most inconvenient of times.

“Baby…”

“No no no Carmy, don’t baby me. You and your huge ego can go fuck each other because you don’t follow the rules of *no screaming* at me in the kitchen! You don’t! You just prance around cause you’re the owner of the place and you don’t have any consideration for anyone else than you and your dick and you seriously need to back off cause you’re embarr-“

He slowly got up, stalking you down and back you against the table.

“What else baby? Tell me more…”

You scoffed

“Oh you fucker. You’re getting one outta this huh? You dirty fuck! I’m trying to have a serious-

“More or so rambling, not very serious”

“A SERIOUS conversation with you, and you just wanna get your dick sucked!”

“Bae. Baby. Love of my life. I know that if I put my hands down your pants, you’d be fucking wet too. I know you get a ride outta this too, so don’t try me.”

His tattooed hand grabbed your neck, and a devilish grin formed on his face.

“Carmy… baby, we don’t have time for th-“

“Shhh, lemme make you feel good, ‘kay?”

You nodded sheepishly, biting your lip. He turned you around, so that your ass was against his hips.

“Fuck.. you drive me crazy Carmy…”

He kissed your neck, pulled your pants down, and took his dick out. He swiped the tip against your pussy, grinning when your juices were already glistening.

“Huh. You’re so wet, just like I thought. If you wanted me so bad you could’ve just said so… now try to be quiet baby cause I’m about to rock your shit…”

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EHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH😈😈😈

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto concepts #carmen berzatto x reader #amalia 🥺🤎#thots 😈#asks

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parkert01 · 11 months

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Friends to Lovers - Jim Hopper

Ever since you had started working in the station five years ago and met chief Jim Hopper, you became instant friends and you had a slight crush on him, everyone else seemed to pick up on that except the man himself. You never said anything, he had a thing with Joyce and you didn't want to ruin that for him so you kept quiet. Now five years later, the crush hadn't gone away like you hoped and you were no closer to admitting you feelings for him, even after everything ended with Joyce.

That was until you and Jim met a man called Murray, who quickly got annoyed at your small arguments. It all came to ahead when you were all in the car together, while you and Jim was having a disagreement. Murray sighed loudly and said "children! children! children! This interminable bickering was amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and we've still got a long drive ahead of us, so why don't you two cut the horseshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another?"

You jaw fell open, you hadn't known him long but it was like he read your mind. You never got a chance to respond before Jim said "Woah" while hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. Murray chuckled and said " Please for my sake, quit your bickering or pull over, tear off those clothes and get it over with already".

Silence fell over the car, the tension thick as Jim pulled into a gas station, he got out the drivers seat, walked round the car and opened the door for you. You got out and looked at him, he looked down at you.

"Do you think he might be right? That there might be something between us" you said. Jim nodded but didn't respond. You looked away from him and focused on the floor. Jim held your chin with one hand as his other hand went to the bottom of your back as he leant down and kissed you. Your hands held his face as you moved in sync, you stayed like that until Murray shouted "Finally! Now can we get a move on before I end up seeing something I really dont wanna see"

You and Jim laughed as he guided you to the car and opened the door for you. He got in his side and started driving, every once in a while squeezing your thigh

#david harbour #jim hopper #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #hopper x reader #hopper stranger things #hopper x you #hopper x fem #hopper x y/n #david harbour imagine #david harbour x y/n #david harbour x you #david harbour x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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switchbladedreamz · 2 years

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Screams

Requested?: sorta

Summary: just filth. Sequal to Silence. Captain Syverson x Reader x Sergeant Harper

Warnings: smut. P in v, p in a, cursing, dumbification if you squint, slight rank pulling, threesome, spanking, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral both male and female recieving, a facial.

It's been two. fucking. months. Two months! And I've had to dodge the snickering, smirking, winks, from the men in my unit. And Syverson has been ignoring me since. As if he wasn't the one who not only instigated but also didn't even speak the entire time. I would think it was a dream if it wasnt for the looks I got. Some men even try to get with me.

Today was a shitty day. Almost all my ponytail holders broke or are missing. "You know you can be discharged for insubordination." Harper teases. "Yeah well they "forgot my feminine supplies" so I shouldn't be. I cant help that my hair bands are either broke or gone. And I already tried zip ties and that did not work.". He huffs a quick laugh then leads me through to the conference room. "You and I and a mutual friend of ours need to have a serious talk.". "What are you talking about? I dont think I've done anything and I follow my orders unlike some of the others here.". I fight back but it falls on deaf ears

My body tenses as I walk through the door and see Captain Syverson sitting at the desk. He opened one of the drawers and pulled a pack of hair bands out. "For tomorrow. You sure look nice with your hair down sweet pea." He grins like a wolf after cornering its prey, ready to devour.

Sy gets up out of his chair and comes to stand in front me. His intimidating physique swallowing my frame. I feel my hair being moved away, I turn my head and see Harper's hands. Soft lips meet with the warm flesh against my neck. Then Sy is kissing the other side of my neck. I sighed and rested my head on Harper's shoulders'. "You okay with this darlin'? You wanna take us both this time?" Sy whispered, peppering more kisses along my throat. Sergeant Harper's hands slipped under my gray 'ARMY' shirt. He unclasped my bra and I pulled the straps through my sleeves and finally off. A whimper fell from my mouth as he lightly pinched and pulled at my nipples. His large hands covering each breast. Sy's hands pushed Harper's away and he played with my breasts. Harper yanked down my pants then panties. I pushed Sy away to take off my boots and strip completely. The two men swiftly followed. "Fuck your body is beautiful" Harper whispered. Both men's eyes blown black with lust.

The men followed in stripping. Harper turned me to face him and kissed me. Soft and slow. Sy sucks and nibbles on my shoulders, leaving hickeys. With Sy's hands on my hips he slowly drags me backwards. Harper's hand on the back of my head so I can't break the kiss. I'm lifted in my captain's lap, his throbbing cock against my back. Sy plants each leg of mine over his thigh, spreading me open. Harper trails his kissing down my body. Kneeling in front of me, he licks broad stripes against my soaking pussy. His tongue flicks up and down, side to side on my clit. Zigzagging against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Before I have the chance to moan Syverson shoves two fingers in my mouth. My moans become muffled by the intrusion. His tongue enters me, twisting, lapping. He hums, the vibrations drive me crazy. Satisfied with how wet his fingers are, Sy pulls them out slowly. "Lean forward a bit sugar". Harper stands up and kisses me and holds me, one hand goes down and he slowly pushes a finger inside me. I feel Sy's fingers circling around my other hole, his finger slipping in gently.

"I'm gonna cum" I whimper, they just chuckle and remove their fingers. "Noooo" I whine but they ignore me. "Don't worry darlin' we got somethin better for ya than just our fingers". Sy grabs me under my knees, holding me close to him. They gently push in at the same time. "Look at me" Harper demands. "We're going to fucking ruin you. Split you at the seams, and you're going to take every fucking second of it.". His harsh words send chills down my spine and goosebumps across my flesh. Inch by slow tantalizing inch, whispered praises and promises among my flesh. In and out, steady and gently. "Faster, please". "Are you sure sugar? We don't want to hurt you, any time you need us to stop. You understand?". I cant see it but I feel the softness rolling off of Sy. Much different than a couple months ago. "Yes, I understand. But please, faster". "Well you heard the gal. We'll make you feel good little bunny". Harper ends his sentence with thrusting fast into me already. My head falls back against Sy's shoulder. He starts pounding fast and faster in my tight ass.

My pussy clenches around the thick cock hammering into me. The ridge from his tip, the under vein, I can feel it all and its glorious. My screams grow louder and louder. "I've never been so full before. Please don't stop, I'm gonna fucking cum". I cry out. "You're gonna cum? We've barely fucked you and your dumb little brain thinks it's okay to release yet? That's why you're a private. Fucking hold it." Harper grunts out. His hand slaps my breasts and cry out again. "Please. Please let me cum.". I beg again. "I said. Hold it.". He fights back again. "Let's change positions". Sy quips up then starts to pull out slowly. Now empty I'm set back on my feet, then bent over the desk. "Take her mouth" Sy orders Harper. Harper shoots him a look of defiance. "Do it or leave. That's why you're just a Sergeant. And I'm a Captain.". He smirks. I smile and my heart swells a little for the gruff man. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Harper smirks then pushes his cock down my throat, my nose touching his waist. I swirl my tongue around and bob my head, sucking. My hand cups his balls and massages. Syverson slaps my ass then enters the hole once again. He spanks my ass again. And again. And again. In this new position his thrusts become relentless. Reveling in the way his balls slap my cunt. "Cum for us." Harper grunts and pulls himself out of my mouth. My body tenses as I squeal. Sy thrusting slower, gently carrying me through the orgasm. He flips me on my back, stroking his cock. He cums on my breasts, harper doing the same above me, his cum leaking on to my face.

#henry cavill x reader #captain sy x reader #smut #sergeant harper #pure filth #no plot only smut

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wanderrlust0 · 8 months

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idk why he says nothings wrong when i ask him, when clearly something is wrong. ik how he is & when somethings up but he still denied it. i understand if he doesnt wanna get into it rn or he just wants to let it go but like in this case, i pretty much know exactly what its about that could be bothering him & the only way to put him at ease is to talk about it….again! this one specific thing triggered his mood last night & i didnt even think it would. i noticed a red scratch mark on my chest and sent him a pic saying how i think his cat made the scratch. his reply was soo serious, like i could actually feel him doubting me thru the phone. i knew he was questioning if it was really the cat bc he said how he was close to my chest the other day and didnt see anything so that is odd that theres a scratch. !! i immediately knew where his mind went & that thought didnt even occur to me when i sent that pic..like if i knew that would cause him to think of this crazy scenario then i wouldnt have sent that snap in the first place tbh bc right after that, his tone & the way he texted just shifted. hes not the best at masking his feelings like me so i can tell when the energy feels different. i also posted some pics from the hangout on my ig story & he saw it later that night. i have a feeling that added to his misery and all of today it was so prevalent, even if he denies it. idc if he says nothings wrong bc its not convincing and its not just in my head. he went from msging me all cutesy & happy to immediately being more neutral & uninterested. we always send a snap to say good morning (unless we get busy but we still send a snap with whatever we’re doing). he didnt open the app, as well as reply to my snap, until 7:15pm.. around 4 was when i asked him whats wrong (bc i already knew he was ignoring me). his response was that nothing really is wrong and how he went straight to work and his boss switched his assignment. usually id let that go but not when its already past 7 and hes firsttt opening snapchat to answer me ? and i see that hes been on instagram. also.. hes always talking to me when hes either at work already, still at home, or driving to work. the only time he goes mia like that is when something is definitely upsetting him. also!.. when that happens, he will text me after a couple hrs to let me know how hes feeling & why he was silent. he didnt always do that but i told him to bc its not fair to me by feeling like ive done something or just the feeling of purposely being ignored by my own boyfriend. but yeah.. he didnt do any of that this time BC its this whole situation again. i really dont know what more i could do to reassure him about it. i feel like ive done and am doing all that i can rn. its mostly up to him now to let himself figure it out and honestly, just trust me. like just saying.. im not gonna be making that mistake that you (both) did and be stupid with it.. and neither will snow. theyre not a “friend” its actually becoming really genuine and sweet and i wont let it get ruined bc of him doubting me. i also wont let the friendship ruin me and him. i really cant help but compare it to what he did with his friend, especially since i just found out like a month ago. i also have this suspicion that it happened earlier that yr (when we were still together) than what he told me, but i dont even wanna think about that for any longer. i was told by her Husband! that it happened when they were still in school together. that means a year before. idk if i believe that. she mightve lied, but my suspicion’s still there. like i asked him if he remembered what month and he couldnt. all he knew was that it was during our break..-.- the what.…like 1 1/2 month long break. you dont remember which month..? i sound so salty rn omg i dont mean to. im just trying to understand. ill see how he is with me tm bc we barely talked today. kind of glad i worked most of the day so i was able to keep busy and not hyper focus on him ignoring me.

#mypost #journal #continued in the comments

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russilton · 2 years

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i have successfully read ur au like. thrice now. and ik all will be revealed in the fanfic itself but i was curious, how's george like when he's starting to have a bad time in the redbull seat :000 ofc u dont have to answer if it spoils anything!! ++ love the art i am Consuming this au with my entire being - @ruszhou

Oh I absolutely want to talk about it so for anyone who doesn’t wanna be spoiled early here’s ur warning. This au is taking over my soul slightly so I GET you.

Red Bull au spoilers below!

(Redbull George prologue - summary )

So George starts his season flying pretty high, he vibes with the Redbull car almost immediately since the alpha tauri is a close sibling, and the rb car is just that but on speed. He doesn’t immediately eclipse max in points, max is more adjusted to the car and gets preferred team strategy, George knows his job is to be a nuisance and he likes doing so. He’ll absolutely put the idea of chasing max for a win to the side to waste time making Lewis work hard to overtake him. It’s fun, adrenaline pumping, and after a couple races they begin the hate fucking, so George knows Lewis will reward his on track sass with a hard railing over the table in his motor home later. Win fuckin win!

The problem for Redbull however becomes when George starts out qualifying Max semi consistently. Max brings them more sponsors than George, and to Redbull one of George’s flaws is that he’s too polite on track. George will push Lewis to the limit of letter of the law, but he won’t ever make Lewis choose between letting him by or crashing. George thinks that tactic is bullshit, risky and frankly boring. Redbull think George is soft and will reprimand him on “letting Lewis by” but they view George as Second driver so as long as he’s keeping Lewis up, it’s fine. When George is staying close in points to Lewis and max, they can ignore it because max is ahead. But when he’s close, qualifies ahead, and is the one leading, it’s harder to justify to George why he’s not getting preferred tire strategy, or left out long, potentially ruining his race, just to hamper Lewis.

Redbull are unyielding about preference, and even though Max is still being ‘nice’ to George (he’s certainly tried to get George to be pleased max is paying attention to him, but George is too busy finding ways to poke Lewis. Besides, George doesn’t trust other Redbull drivers, Alex taught him that), his patience is starting to wear thin that max is put first when George frankly thinks he’s better. He’s all ego remember, Redbull cultured that on purpose, so he looks at the team and starts to question why his race strategies are so shit. They tell him to shut up and drive, he just can’t see the same things they do on the pit wall. George grumbles but keeps going, but it eats at him. The first time it REALLY gets to him is when george was on clear track for a win, but max would have come second, and the points gap with lewis is too close, so george is ordered to let max by. George is told “Max’s tires are old, he can’t defend against lewis, your tires are new, we need you to hold lewis off to maximise points for the team”, and he does it even though he’s pretty sure Max’s tires are fine from what he can see. After the race he sees that Max’s tires frankly looked better than his own, and probably would have held up just fine, and he’s fuckin livid. Lewis is already seeking him out for their semi usual routine, where he gets his annoyance at a slow pit and George’s defence out by making George blow him, but when he finds George, George is all lip biting, trying to be dominant, tugging Lewis in by his race collar. Lewis ends up pressing him into a wall dangerously close to a window anyone could see, and reminding him who’s boss, and at least THAT makes sense. Lewis doesn’t fuck about, he doesn’t try to be nice to George, he calls George his bitch and doesn’t particularly care how George feels about it (he loves it). George would much rather have Lewis call him a whore than have Redbull piss on his boots and tell him it’s raining.

Unfortunately for Georgie boy things don’t get much better from there, just more blatant. He follows the team line even if he’s seething, grits his teeth and tells sky that he just didn’t have the pace to catch Max when the team had ensured it. He continues to be a dutiful second driver in the paddock, but he makes Lewis treat him rougher behind closed doors. Lewis makes sense, Lewis doesn’t ask George to get on his knees, he forces it. He doesn’t chase his own pleasure while telling George it’s for the good of them both, he tells George to come untouched or not at all. Lewis notices this shift, distantly. Where George had laid back in his sheets with a cocky grin after they’d finished before, teasing Lewis even while he had Lewis’ come dripping out of him, now he’s up and out of bed within minutes, tugging his clothes back on and barging out the door without much of a parting barb. He chalks it up to it not all being sunshine and rainbows at Redbull and doesn’t let it concern him, what he and George do is still entirely consensual even if George isn’t finding the magic fix to his problems in it. That’s what you get picking a shit team. But he does keep a closer eye on them, if things are barely mid season and already getting spicy at the other team, odds are they’re not gonna suddenly get more relaxed

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #hoecedes #mark’s fic tag #asks #redbull george au #ruszhou #anti red bull #anti max verstappen

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im in kakariko and WAH koko and cottla still pray to their mom every day and their dad joins them...but they can't get to the actual cemetery bc of the ruins >:( and "rpincess zelda" said not to go near them. it is driving me crazy that i cant so this quest!!

i googled and apparently this quest involves the business with the Fifth Sage so i have to hold off for now :/ SUUUUCKS gonna collect some korok seeds and then find something else to do

oh wow that interactive map got a BIG upgrade. i can just ask it where certain items are now lol

I FOUND? THEIR MOMS? JOURNAL??? oh my god in the kakariko well.......

she had a garden down here 😭 she lists all their favorite foods......

theres a korok seed at the cemetery, so i went the long way around and left a silent princess for her. i'm gonna come back and get the rest later when the main quest takes me here

i knew there'd have to be a fifth sage, but a whole quest AND dungeon...that's pretty amazing!! i wonder if we get a 5th companion...zelda as a ghost companion would be SICK but i know nintendo would Never

ive decided to attempt to investigate the faron thunderstorm. wish me luck

THUNDERHEAD ISLES.......this is so cool. i can't see shit <3

also all of my bows & weapons rn are metal...oops lol

whoooa the music here.........

when i say i cant see shit i mean i REALLY. cant see shit. even the depths is better than this, at least there you can use brightbloom seeds

i found a flux construct but i CANT SEE LOL and i dont have any nonmetal weapons worth any damage...im doing it blind while only switching to goo weapons when im actually attacking sdlfjghsdfjkg girl HELLLP

GOT HIMMMMM wow im a BEAST

i used the shadows and the LAST of my stamina to make it to ??? dragonhead island ??? WHICH I STILL CAN'T SEE

there's gotta be some trick to clearing or navigating the storm but i dont wanna google it in case its like...THE SIXTH SAGE,

FUCK IT LITERALLY IS A FITH SAGE THING I HATE THIS GAME LOL

ok. fucking hell. im leaving. is there ANYTHING interesting im allowed to do rn. jesus

from now on im just going to assume that if i suddenly hear cool music im not supposed to be here.

landed in the horse god lake and caught that big stallion. named it yeto in honor of the big white abominable snowman in tp salute emoji

this well has a bubbulfrog inside it ??????

where the FUCK am i going theres a whole ass cave system down here

another ancient blade.......

KOMO SHORELINE? what in GODS NAME

fine ok i can work with this. jesus.

actually no i can't. it's raining and i don't want to climb all this shit nor do i want to tangle with electric lizalfos. i swear to god

ok. back to the stable.

oh flute boy!! i forgot about him. i guess he must be part of the band. luckily this time i have his fireflies...

AWWW the glowing tree was so cute and pretty

ok, feeling more prepared for komo shoreline now. luckily there's not much here anyway...

PHANTOM HELMET. NICE

NO!!!!!! a fucking BLOOD MOON while i was attacking this electric lizalfos camp!!! COME ONNNNN

i survived but god one of the lizalfos got glitched and there WASN'T. even a treasure chest over here. good fucking lord

i found my first above-ground lynel......and it's silver. this is what i get for waiting so long to seek them out...

omg my ancient arrow sent him to eeby deeby. im reloading tho idw waste it on that

okay so. he is hitting, very, hard,

i can't climb a tree either cuz he can Get me

okay. well! i died. clearly outmatched. i need.........better armor. i am so TIIIIRRRED of getting my ass kicked!!!!

for better or worse i'm in the chasm on the island next to hyrule castle. i figure it's probably an isolated place since. yk. island. reeeally wish i could find a lightroot tho

A FROX....SICK

blue-white frox. less sick. im gonna die again :(

omg i GOT HIM!!! n*ce

i cheated and peeked at the map...theres literally nothing else down here lmao not even a lightroot. im gonna go...somewhere else!! but later. i have to take a break now for food chores etc ive been playing for hours

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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angelicalbones · 2 months

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havent sewn since I moved and got struck w inspiration for a few pieces to make myself. PUll everything out and this massive wave of grief fucking punches me in the head so hard my chest hurts.

all i can think about is my work room. my plushie net, the cabinets he bought at a flea market for me. our last hug in that room.

i dont want to miss him but I do. I miss the good him. The one who loved me and who i loved. I dont miss the him that made me feel like i was better off dead for the last 7 years.

i wanna squeeze his face again. i want to hug him. i want to curl up on the couch and listen to him info dump about trigunn o matter how much i dont care.

i dont want anyone else fucking shoving their nose in our relationship and driving me out. i want him to care enough about me to protect me and our love and not keep connecting w people that make me fucking uncomfortable.

i want him to respect me so I can go home.

but i cant

thats not my home. i have no home. im adrift in a sea of bullshit and pain and fear with no where to call my own. im at the whim of other people once again hoping to god I dont test their kindness or patience and lose everything again.

i miss his smell. i miss his stupid fucking laugh. i miss his excitement starting a new project. i miss the support he had for my dreams.

we were suppoused to be THE power couple. achieving everything and proving everyone wrong about us. i hast4e him so fucking much for ruining that. i hate me for putting up with horrific treatment for so long that I got this deep into a relationship with him.

i hate how much i love him,

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 2 months

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hi em! as someone who's in the fandom and writing content abt it, how do you keep yourself immersed in the fantasy aspect that it gives you? i've been struggling lately to immerse myself in the hotd/got universe bec i've been consuming little to no content related to it anymore and it just makes me sad to think that i know it made me happy, excited, and entertained but then realize that it doesn't give me the same feelings anymore :(( i know this happens to some people that do start writing fics bec of a series or movie that they liked but then slowly loose interest with it but i just wanna know how to cope with it bec i dont want to just simply categorize it as a "phase"

ps. sorry if this all came out as a mess, my english is my 2nd language

Hey, nonnie!

First of all, I’m sorry it took this long to get to your ask. I hope my answering now is alright?

I’m not sure I have a satisfying response to this one, unfortunately. I’ve always been preferential to historical fantasy above other genres; I think it’s in part due to my preference for learning about medieval history combined with the wonder I’ve always felt with elements like magic and sword fighting and fantastical battles to save the world. As I’ve matured into adulthood, my desire for ‘mature’ content has evolved. For all its surface-level chastity, sex and sexuality and violence have always underpinned the societies I’ve always loved learning about. In ASOIAF, these things are not only relevant but arguably a bit glorified or oversaturated, and as someone who grew up in quite a repressed environment, I find exploring these things through fandom is quite cathartic for me and has helped me unpack so many of my issues with control and sexuality.

I think one of the most demoralising parts of fandom is trying too hard to insert yourself into fandom spaces; there’s such a drive to ‘connect’ and build circles of peers on social media that does so much to limit the very reason you begin to engage in the first place. I’ve not been creating or been online so much since the end of last year, and a big part of it was how toxic my perception of fandom had become. I was ‘friends’ with people who spent the majority of their time degrading other members of the community behind closed doors and clearly only associated with me because of their belief that I would boost their likes/reblogs. I engaged in some really negative and self-damaging behaviours, spurred on by these people, and it led to a long protracted period of extreme anxiety around writing. I love writing. It’s why I came here. To have ‘fandom’ ruin it for me was so, so disheartening. I’ve since pulled back on my interactions with those people and am trying to move forward with the sole goal of doing things that bring me joy; this blog started as a source of joy, and I want nothing more than for it to KEEP being a source of joy for both me and others.

Forgive me if I’ve misattributed the waning of your interest to fandom; I cannot help but associate the two, because difficulties surrounding the desire to belong CAN really be such a motivating factor for writers needing to step away from the fandom. I think it’s important to remember that you are writing for yourself, NOT for the validation of numbers. Of course, there IS validation in our role here, there’s no denying that—but I’d prefer to focus on validation wherein people are genuinely connecting with my writing on a critical level, or those who identify with the struggles I explore in my writing, or those who’ve found meaning or validation in my work in itself. The quantity of this is irrelevant. It’s the QUALITY of the engagement that should be the benchmark for any validation you are seeking through writing.

It’s important too to keep engaging with the original source material! Rewatch the show! Watch edits of your favourite scenes or characters! Read fanfiction! And above all, treat your work as seriously as professional writers treat theirs. You put JUST as much effort and care and time into creating it. You are allowed to be proud of it, and you are allowed to treat it seriously. There’s such a damaging culture of ‘I’m just a silly fangirl writing silly meaningless fanfics, it’s not deep or special teeheehee’ etc., and I don’t think that’s necessarily always true. Maybe your work ISN’T the next award-winning prize novel, but YOU are allowed to view it as such. It isn’t conceited. You made it with your brain and your fingers and your inspiration and your heart, and you deserve to revel in the happiness that brings you! It’s a huge bonus if it ALSO brings others to your door.

At the end of the day, you have to write for you, to make yourself happy and proud, to tell the stories you wish were out there.

I hope this helps, nonnie!

#fandom asks #fanfiction asks #writing asks

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television-pil0t · 1 year

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“At least you can work a job” lol I can’t tho😂 I suck at this. I can’t talk to anyone. I just stand there. I don’t make eye contact. I get so easily agitated. I can’t put in my headphones. I’m so overstimulated. I don’t wanna be there. I didn’t even wanna get up this morning and was almost late.

“But you have such strength to do everything. I can’t even push myself to do the things I wanna do.” … ok? That’s a you problem. I was forced to do shit I don’t wanna do since day one. Not my fault your parents didn’t instill basic drive into you as a child. I hate myself so damn much but I literally can’t. I can’t do anything besides what I’m supposed to do. Idk last time I drew. I have one day and a weekend to do the 100 things I wanna do. It’s been like that since I was 14 and got my first fucking job.

“I want a job so bad” no bitch you just want money. This shit sucks. I wanna die. I hate waking up and feeling dread for my day. My job isn’t even hard. I actually like my job for once but my autistic ass. One bad experience ruins my whole ass fucking experience forever. I wanna be able to stay home. I wish so fucking badly I stayed at home all day. I wish I had the opportunity to say I was bored with my own fucking thoughts. I wish I could just fuck around online all day! I WISH MY LIFE WAS BORING ENOUGH THAT I GOT INTO ARGUMENTS ONLINE! THAT I COULD SIT OUTSIDE! THAT I COULD JUST “GET SOME SUN! I WANNA DO SO FUCKING MUCH AND NOW IM CRYING! I hate my life so much. I hate doing so much. I do so much and nothing is something I wanna do!

GOD I DONT WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE. I wish I was just at home just for a year. So I could get things done. Not be called a deadbeat for just taking a break. I didn’t have lived this way since 14. This shit sucks. Yet I have no time to do anything else.

“Oh when your at home just go outside” I constantly CONSTANTLY complain about how I have so much I wanna do. I wanna program. Go outside. I wanna go to the dog park and play with my fucking dog. I wanna just lay there and listen to music. I wanna sleep. I wanna watch movies. I can do everything at once so I get so overwhelmed I just do nothing because my brain fucking shuts down. I hate myself so bad for that. This shit sucks. I hate crying at school. I hate myself so bad why is my brain so fucking annoyed. I’m such a special and talented person and yet I can’t even do anything to show I am. I just shut down.

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)

this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)

i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough

“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.

“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.

“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.

he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.

peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.

“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.

chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.

you

i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?

“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.

wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me

you

stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left

uh he’s been weird his whole life

peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.

but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.

you

i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him

“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.

“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.

you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.

“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.

he’s ready to shoot his shot.

“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”

you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.

“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.

peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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I have a prompt!!! Joonie gets jealous of yn’s friendship with a coworker and decides to send her flowers and give her a big sexy kith in front of everyone after work

Okie, probs Joon would never smooch Vixen in front of her office (mostly bc Vixen wouldn't let him — and she'd make him sleep on the sofa for a couple nights cause "That's my workplace, you dumbass!") HOWEVER let's act as if he isn't a celebrity and she isn't the most private human being on Earth.

There we go!

Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen

Wordcount: <1k

Genre: established relationship, romance, allusive

Rating: 18+

Trigger warnings: making out (with audience), jealous!Joon, smooth!Joon, mentions of oral sex/thight riding.

THIRST HOURS ARE OPEN — SEND PROMPT

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It had taken a while for Namjoon to catch up on the extra attention the new assistant was giving you. You had been driven home more than a couple times as your latest project grew gradually more and more complicated. Plus, he could never use the excuse of bringing you coffee to see you during your breaks, since the damn assistant was always ahead of him.

He was growing impatient. And petty. Though his brain insisted on him being rational, one too many late nights lead to the inevitable. He was furious at the man trying to take his spot. It was his own duty to make sure you ate and took your breaks and to drive you home — after all, he had finally managed to get his license only to come pick you up and drag you home whenever you stayed at the office too long.

“Hello darling!” you called from the door.

“Did you eat?” was his immediate reply.

You chuckled and taunted him, “Not even 'hello'?” You knew the question was part worry and part jealousy. He was checking whether you had had dinner with Noah.

“I had dinner delivered at the office. Did you eat?” you asked, just in case he wanted some company.

“Did you have it delivered or did Noah bring it to you?” His tone was venomous, but not toward you. He basically hissed out your assistant's name. You were quite sure that he would apply for the job weren't it for the tiny inconvenience of him being a grammy-nominated artist.

“I had it delivered. Easy, grizzly bear,” you joked before standing before him, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him a little. Too bad you could almost feel the cogs of his pretty head spinning at full speed.

The following day, you realised you could give him a little treat, trying to ease his poor nerves and letting him mark the territory.

Around dinner time, you texted him. The office was empty enough for him to roll around casually without anyone bothering him. So you texted him.

Would you like to bring me some dinner, Joonie bear?

His reply was immediate.

Isn't there ~Noah~ bringing it to you~~~?

You couldn't believe he actually used italics in his text. Good god, he was so annoyed... It made you chuckle mischievously, but at the same time, you decided to reward him for how he had been so disciplined in controlling his jealously.

I wanted to see your big, sexy body though... I guess I'll have to ask "~Noah~" then... :(((

He replied in a nanosecond.

I'LL BE THERE IN FIVE DON'T YOU DARE ASK THE BLOB

You rolled your eyes and laughed out loud. You felt a bit sorry for the poor man; sure, he'd been flirty and courteous in a couple occasions, but it was no big deal. You would always turn him down.

He arrived just in time to assist to Namjoon's great entrance in the workroom where you were currently finishing your miniature building. “Where's my little fox?” he asked from the door, a large, smug grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his impertinence, but could you blame him? Not really.

And he was carrying a lush deep purple orchid with him. “Hi, Joonie, come in!”

Namjoon smiled even brighter, fried chicken in one hand, orchid in the other. “Hi baby.” He willingly ignored Noah for a few minutes, kissing your forehead before looking at your project. “You're doing such a good job here, darling.” He bent and studied the miniature, “Wow.” He kissed your forehead again before officially noticing your colleague. “Oh, hi there.”

Noah stood, blinking in confusion once he realised he was half a head shorter than Namjoon. And maybe two thirds of his size. “I'm ____'s coworker, Lim Noah.”

“I'm Kim Namjoon, her fiancé.” Namjoon emanated all his friendly vibes with that statement, using his kindness as a weapon. Noah was no menace. Not with the way your hand was touching the top of Namjoon's ass, away from the assistant's glance. “But let's keep it between the three of us, uh?” Namjoon winked and Noah seemed to give up the fight entirely.

Your fiancé turned towards you. “One more orchid for your little collection. And dinner.” He placed everything on a spare desk. “Make sure to eat everything, mh? Be a good girl.”

You licked your lips and shook your head at the whispered comment, a smirk appearing on your face.

“There's a note on the flowers. You'll need it later.” Read it, he meant. “Can't wait to have you home.”

“I'll be there in a couple hours,” you reassured him.

As he watched your hands grab the note and open it, he spotted your ring finger. Empty?! “Honey, Where's the ring?”

While still reading the note, cheeks catching fire, you untucked a small necklace from your blouse, showing him your engagement ring safely latched there. “I dont want to ruin it when I'm building projects.”

He nodded curtly, reassured. “I'll go, then.”

Noah froze when you stretched your hand towards Namjoon, your man catching it and tugging you in his embrace before tipping your chin up and pressing his lips to yours, entirely forgetting about having an audience the moment you sucked his lower lip in between yours, his tongue greeting your own and envelopping around it, much like his arms around your body, making you squeal once his hand shamelessly, possessively grabbed your left ass-cheek and squeezed it.

You were breathless, way past cloud nine when he took a step back. “We're picking up from there later.”

You giggled like a schoolgirl before he lazily turned around with a hazy look on his face. “Bye Noah.”

You rubbed a hand across your face, oh so embarrassed. But also horny.

Was there a chance he would eat you out in the women's bathroom if you asked kindly enough? Maybe you were still in time to climb in his car and rub yourself all over his thigh once you reached your private parking lot in your building.

“He's very intense,” Noah commented, staring at the floor, his whole face and ears red.

“He is,” you confirmed with a smug grin.

Hope you won't be too tired when you get home, I wanna wear you out with my "big, sexy body". I love you, baby fox. Can't wait to have your taste all over my tongue.

You read the note again. “He really is.”

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bellamyblakru · 2 years

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a very beginner’s guide to gif making (ashley’s version)

(ill be using one of my favorite merthur smiles in this example from 4x01 when they are alone together with the dorocha)

for @its-hyperfixation and @mykingdomcomeundone !! sorry its taken me so long to do this sigh this was my first free night lately 😭😭

download free ad blocker (i use uBlock Origin). pls dont skip this step, it protects you and your computer from the bad ads!!

go to a completely “free website” aka illegal lol. i use yes.movies because that is what im used to, but you can use whatever one you prefer.

go to merlin bbc, click the episode you want, and record. on my “not as cool HP computer”, i have to click the windows flag button and the key “g” to record my screen, but your computer might have a button for it already to just go right to recording. if you are not sure, google your computer type and how to screen record (its fast to learn!!)

THE SHORTER THE SCENE THE BETTER! tumblr only takes up to 10mb gifs, so normally thats up to 3.5 second scenes if you color them too. however, if you are doing black and white, you can get away with longer scenes (this is what i did for my very first gifset actually LOL they were eight seconds long dude)

go to this website to convert to gif: https://ezgif.com/video-to-gif

chose the file of the video where asked, upload, then where it says: Frame rate (FPS) select 33 (max 10 seconds) for a better quality gif, and convert

WOO your first gif!! this process isnt done, but im proud you got this far!! 🥰

now, go to resize. this is important since tumblr gifs are usually up to 540 width and 330 height (these are my normal go-to proportions). lately, ive been liking the more square looks, so 540:340 or 540:440 works too! if your gif has too many movements, a square look might not be the best choice. (if you are doing two side by side gifs i recommend 268:230, and if you are doing three side by side 177:177 works best (learned from maria my beloved)). you dont need to change anything else here. (if your gif is over 10mb for some reason, you can optimize -> lossy gif and go in small units to not ruin the quality too much).

now, i like to make my gifs a bit slower to make it more like a slow moment in time. press speed if you wanna do this and explore different settings!! i like to do 80% usually, but here i did 70%. here is what we have so far:

not too bad!! but as you can see, this scene is rather dark and gloomy and their smiles deserves something better in my opinion, so OFF TO PHOTOPEA WE GO (free photoshop my beloved)

10. now we are at https://www.photopea.com/ and click file and open up our bad boy. DONT BE INTIMIDATED!! there are so, so many choices, but it is solely up to your preference and desired look. i like my gifs bright and saturated, but you might not, and thats okay!! you can fuck with all of these things over time (i do still LOL)

11. THE BASICS: go to layer -> new adjustment layer -> color balance. you do this layer first if you are going to use it at all. you’ll soon find that merlin has a very yellow early seasons and an extremely blue later seasons (it drives me crazy), so here is where you just mess with them til you get a baseline look you like. i start with shadows and go up from there (i dont change too intense ever. i go up or down like 6/7 the most on blue or red at any gif tbh). for this gif im working on, i want it to look less blue, so ill focus on the blue mostly.

12. now, remember all of these steps are optional and this is just the order i go, but that is not the only way. do what you feel makes the gif to your liking!! i then go to selective color (i like doing the contrast with the black coloring option here more than the choice later, but it up to you). i mostly make most of the colors darker here so the lightening later looks a bit cleaner.

13. next for me is the hue/saturation layer. i normally try to avoid using this, but it may be needed if you want to make the gif a bit less red or smth like that. if i want one particular to be really saturated, ill do that here at this level. its good to put this third tho if you are gonna use it.

14. vibrance layer time!! i love this bitch. i go ham with it fnesfljesfk i like my stuff really saturated (like “i went up 45″ hard). i dont usually use the actually vibrance option on top since i read in a post by the incredible maria that it makes gifs more grainy (btw @arthurpendragonns taught me like so much. her gifs are TOP TIER and literally take my breath away every time. so fucking talented man. the goddess of gifmaking, if you will).

15. then i click brightness/contrast and THROW THAT BRIGHTNESS UPPPP. here i just went up to 126 LOL. (this is where my comment about the selective color comes up. you can do contrast here, but i think it looks better if you increase the black in the black selective color option. again, up to you)

16. CURVES LAYER MY BELOVED. i literally just fuck with the curve on RGB until i like it lolol

17. im going back to the hue/saturation to make the blue pop more since it is so much in the background!! and then just fuck with them all to get something you like!! this gif is making me upset so i redid it rn lnrelkjfrmf

18. ADD TEXT IF YOU WANT!! we can do blending two gifs together and fun text stuff next time if you want in another list (lmk!! ill do anything if u want it).

19. woo! she done now. onto the next gif to start this over, or one and done! ive never done this kind of tutorial before, in the past ive just went live on my discord and some people have sat in to watch the process, so let me know if you wanna join my server to do this, too, if you are more of a watch learner than reading!!

20: the final product (not my best work frdiusnr im sorry ive been writing this up for like three hours LOL)

#ashley rambles #im so sorry its taken me so long kjfesf i finally have some free time to make this #gif making by me #tutorial #merlin #bbcmerlin #bbcm #merthur

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tinysushimark · 3 years

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My Everything (HRJ)

1.7k words. (Fluff)

Sometimes you wished you could run away from college and then run a café and live with your boyfriend.

You looked up at him, he was playing on his phone, why was he so relaxed? He has finals too next week. "Renjun! Don't you have to study?" You said.

"I'm done with my course." He said looking back down at his phone.

You sighed, he was always one step ahead of you, even when you were in school he used to teach you things because he was done. Now, even in college he was done before you. Even though you had different majors, you had the same college and fortunately, your classes took place in the same building.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you looked at the amount of chapters left. "What's wrong baby?" Renjun said, sitting next to you.

"I have 3 more chapters left, and exams are next week." You said. "Anything i can help with?" At this you snickered.

"Babe you're an arts major, how are you going to help me with Company Law?" You smiled and looked down.

"I am smart." He said. "I never said you're dumb."

He stood behind your chair and started massaging your shoulders and neck. "Renjun what the-" He shushed you. "Get back to work." He kept massaging your shoulders.

"Renjun stop. That fucking hurts."

"You're stressed it's all pent up-"

"I told you to fucking stop it." You shouted at him, shooting a death glare.

"Why are you being so mean? I'm just trying to help." Renjun spat at you.

"You're clearly not helping, so how about you leave? You're just adding on to my stress with your completed course." You shouted at him.

He picked his bag up and slammed the door on his way out, making you flinch a little.

Asshole, that's the only word that came to your head once he left. His temper is very very short. Sometimes you wondered why you dated him and got annoyed at him. You had noticed how nowadays, the way he dealt with you had started changing.

He'd shout and slam doors. He never did that before but he was doing it nowadays. He is definitely bored of you and wants to break up with you, this is what you thought.

He on the other hand was very stressed, it wasn't about studies, it was about his family. After he left for college, he got to know about the fights which happened back at home. His mom and dad were fighting a lot more than when he was back at home. It had driven him off the edge that he wasn't there to stop his parents. He was an only child, so he'd end up persuading them to stop fighting, but he couldn't do it from here, in college. The only person who'd listen to him was getting annoyed at him too, you. He thought that he was the problem, probably everyone around him has problems because of him.

You weren't able to complete your course because Renjun decided to stay the nights in between semester and took you out so much. If he would've told you to study, you'd be revising by now. He forgot that you leave everything for him. He hadn't told you anything about what was happening back at home. He applied to the same college as you because he didn't want to lose you but he slowly understood that he was just a distraction for you.

Renjun didn't speak to you the entire week, and the week after that. You were done with your exams but still no contact or trace of Renjun.

You called him multiple times those weeks but he didn't pick up, knowing that he was probably busy revising, you left him alone. You needed the space.

After your exams were over you went to his shared flat, one of his flatmates saw you in an alleyway and smiled at you. "Mark, have you seen Renjun?"

"Renjun went to college, he must be back by now though." Mark said.

"Ok, thanks."

"If he isn't home, you can just wait on the couch, he'll be back soon I think." Mark said.

You nodded, bidding Mark a goodbye and walking to their apartment. Renjun had told you the password to the apartment, all his flatmates knew that he had a girlfriend and they didn't mind it. They were friendly and got along with you.

When you unlocked the door and got in you saw a girl in the kitchen, around the same age as you.

"Oh Mark you're back?" She said and turned around. "Hello." You said and she smiled at you. "Who are you by the way?" She asked you, the question took you aback.

"I'm Rejun's girlfriend." You said, her mouth formed a small Oh. "What's your Major and Year?"

"I'm a final year in BCom."

"I'm a first in year Mass Media. Oh by the way I'm Mark's girlfriend." She said and passed a cup of coffee towards you. "Renjun isn't home, how about you wait here till he's back? He said he wanted to get some groceries." Mark's girlfriend said. She was younger than you and Mark. Mark was doing his post graduation and she was in her first year. You and Renjun were the same age.

When Renjun had moved in only Mark was living here, before another guy named, Jeno had moved in. You had found yourself a reasonable one flat apartment but slowly it's cost was rising which was a problem for you, but you kept living in it.

"We're looking for a flatmate." Mark's girlfriend said, trying to break the awkward silence. "Oh, where do you live?"

"The apartment above."

The both of you started talking about college and she told you details about the flat and the empty room. It seemed decent and you thought about it. "Can i see it?" It was a chance to be closer to Renjun, he wouldn't have to commute so much to see you.

Renjun came back home an hour after you had arrived, Mark and his girlfriend kept you entertained. They made you coffee and spoke to you.

When Renjun came home, you saw his red face, which was puffy.

He saw you and stood at the door frozen. Slowly tears started to fall from his eyes and your movements were quick. You ran to him and hugged him. He fell on his knees near the shoe shelves and you hugged him. He cried into your arms and you soothed his back.

"What's wrong Jun?" You asked softly. Instead you got a louder sob for a reply.

His grip around you tightened and he cried for a few minutes before pulling away and pushing your hair back from your face.

"My parents are getting divorced, and i thought i lost you because you lost interest in me-"

"Renjun I love you." You said hands caressing his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me about all this?"

"I didn't want to burden you, and I thought you'd get affected."

"Renjun, if it's bothering you and is a problem to you, it's my problem too." You said smiling at him.

"They've been fighting a lot lately, since i came here." Renjun looked down at the floor. "I wasn't there to stop them."

"Renjun, its not your fault." You put your hand under his chin and made him look up at you. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."

"But I should've been there and because of me you weren't able to complete your course on time, its all my fault."

Your boyfriend who was almost a head taller than you, suddenly seemed like a small lost child who you wanted to coddle and sing to. He looked so troubled and sad that your heart hurt. It wasn't his fault, he blames himself for everything.

You remember the time when you were cutting vegetables and got a slight cut, he blamed himself for it, saying that he knew that you dont know how to use a knife so he should've been the one cutting the vegetables.

He was harsh on himself and as much as you believed you could change it, you couldn't but you wanted to.

"Renjun, its not your fault that i didn't study, it's my fault. That's on me."

"If I hadn't stayed the nights, you'd be done."

"Renjun you stayed over the weekends, i always had weekdays but i ended up wasting them, it's on me." You explained to him.

"What about my parents? That's totally on me. I shouldn't have left them knowing how hostile they are towards each other."

"If they were hostile towards each other did you ever consider that they were both stressed together. They didn't want to be together Renjun."

He finally looked at you, eyes dejected.

"I want to break up with you."

"Why?"

"I'm nothing but a distraction to you."

"You are my driving force. You're like a miracle to me. I wish you could see that." You connected your foreheads. "You're the person i look forward to each day, knowing you'll provide me comfort and that you'll be there to listen to me."

"And i wish i could show you how much i feel for you, It can't be expressed in words." You whispered, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you what was going on and for keeping you in the dark." Renjun said.

You nodded. "You're not gonna hear the end of it, they annoyed me so much over the phone about who'll keep the pearls and me." Renjun said. "Honestly, your mom deserves the pearls." You said looking into his eyes.

A small giggle came from his chest. "Yeah she does."

That's when the door opened and Jeno entered. "Renjun, its dirty here-"

"Oh hi Y/N!" Jeno smiled and waved at you. Mark slowly pulled Jeno, "You're ruining their moment dude." Mark muttered under his breath.

All of you laughed and ate ramen for dinner, enjoying each others company.

"Renjun, Mark's girlfriend told me there's a room upstairs that's empty. I was thinking i should move in there." You said when he brought you to his room.

"Actually, i was about to ask you if you wanna move in together, Mark wants his girlfriend to shift downstairs, we can have the entire apartment to ourselves." Renjun smiled. "Plus my house is closer to our college."

"Yes, I'll move in with you."

New beginnings awaited you two, all full of happiness and sunshine with a few rainy days, but no storm lasts forever, all of them pass, and bring along sunshine again.