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SHE'S MY CHERRY PIE .
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The Montréal Grand Prix was bound to start in relatively 30 minutes. You should've been in the Jordan garage already - courtesy of dating Hal Jordan, you got to see all his races..cheer him on.
Hal should have been in the garage; well before you, but Hal had had a less than pleasant qualifying the day before due to a near collision with the rookie he drove along.
If you couldn't race properly, why bother signing the fuck up?
That had been Hal's question - more like a mantra, this entire morning as he'd drove you. He was now stuck in P8, though personally you thought the man could bring himself back to the top three in no hassle of time.
But there was always a selection of words and a combination of sentences you shouldn't tell a worked up, losing his very little patience Hal on a blazing June 13th afternoon, such as "P8 isn't that bad for you."
Apparently P8 for Hal is bad enough to have you folded on the backseat nudo leather of his '03 mustang, toned arms on either side of you with his knees nudging at your thighs, denim rubbing against your warm skin.
In a reserved and somewhat full parking lot near just outside of the circuit.
"Sometimes I think you just want me to let loose on you," Hal's words came out ragged, even trying to restrain himself as he fibbed otherwise, "Just- sitting there and talkin' to me pretty, that it?"
You shook your head despite the growing heat between your legs, "No, s'not that-!"
"Then what is it? Huh?" He goaded with unresolved tension dripping from his low tone, hands moving to pull at your shorts, "Because from here sweets, it's lookin' a lot like you just wanna run that pretty mouth."
Of course, you knew he was pent up but the way he was talking to you wasn't making you any drier.
You had a faint pout on your lips as the man got you down to your underwear, the seam of Hal's denim jeans rubbing along your clothed folds, expertly grinding in a way that made your back arch just a hitch, "Hal."
"Barely done anything," He murmured while his hands curled into fists, a wanton curse slipping through the grit of his teeth, "God, you're warm."
"You're going to be late, imagine the look on your engineer's face!" You almost whined it like some last resort, but Hal was impossible to sway once fixated, "Yeah well he always has that face." He muttered, leaning down and positioning himself to bite at your thigh - you flinched, "Ow!"
Hal rolled his eyes, chocolate warmth narrowing at you from his spot between your legs, "Oh come on, that didn't even hurt."
The gap to argue against him was quickly extinguished when the man's hot mouth attached itself to your covered sex, making you gasp and buck. Hal held your hips immediately, "Desperate aren't we?" He grinned against the fabric, the specific one that drove everyone to ever compete against him insane.
No, not in the good way. Never the good way really.
This was surely not a healthy pattern - rendering a Formula One driver late for a Grand Prix that was already on a somewhat rocky start.
And you knew perfectly well that Hal could hear the insistent vibrations of his phone being rung; most likely seconds away from a penalty - ironic for the man who was complaining about his starting position.
The leather beneath the both of you was bringing your skin to a fever like temperature and it served to help Hal in his progress of making you melt. His tongue lapped slowly at the material covering your wetness from him, and he couldn't help his comments.
He never could when the reward was your flustered face, "And you were doing aaall that chittering earlier about being late, while sitting here soaking up my car with this.." He couldn't even finish; didn't want to waste his time.
Hal was tugging down your panties without much care for how easily he could rip them, his mouth suctioning onto your clit and causing your whines to bleed out into a startled moan, "Oh!"
A heavy groan left Hal's mouth as soon as your essence dripped right onto his tongue, the taste of you exploding into a flurry of flavours.
"Jesus, tastes like cherry down here," He was lapping at you like a man starved, palms moving to support the soft of your ass to drag you closer to his dirty mouth.
It had you clenching around air and your hands flying into his brunette hair, unruly from the sweat.
Hal took your wandering hands as encouragement, his tongue circling around your swollen bud with unparalleled fever, "So clingy, s'that what you are?" The lewd sound of his muffled voice vibrated through your core, making you squirm, "S..slow.." You croaked.
The suggestion, stupid as it was being asked of Hal, earned you a firm slap on your inner thigh before his hand returned to grope at your ass, "Slow? Can't handle it? Thought you could handle me baby." He teased unbearably, only increasing his speed and making your eyes droop.
Cocky jerk.
The fever in which the racer continued to absolutely devour you with was making you dizzy, stars threatening to blink along your eyelids until Hal pulled off just to spit down on your clit and rub it in with his thumb. You were keening by now, little wet moans leaving as the heat coiled in your stomach.
But then Hal let go once he began unfastening his belt, "Ah ah. You don't get that just yet." He gave you that tilted smile that sent your heart beat into a frenzy, the one that simply rendered you defenceless.
You watched as fair hands brought your thighs over broad shoulders, but then you glanced at the front of the car to catch the time.
1:45PM.
Panic shot through you - you both had 15 minutes exact before Hal's participation in the race went from hopefully to a not at all.
"Hal! The time!" You chided loudly in hopes that it'd distract you from the traitorous throbbing between your legs.
Hal atleast gave you the benefit of the doubt for just a moment when he cast his gaze to the time, and grimaced, "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." You parroted with your furrowed brows and the subtle sheen of sweat that was forming from the scorching hotness.
Hal sighed with a hand running through his wild hair, before he pulled his jeans down and rubbed the bulge in his boxers against your swollen sex, "Guess we gotta be quick, huh?" He ignored every protest you had like it just echoed out of the car.
"Wh- no! What if someone sees? We're in a parking lot!" You shot, and Hal shrugged, "They'll get a show."
A growl almost escaped your throat at this man's arrogance, "You'll get penalized, and we.."
"I'll manage. It's not that bad." Hal pulled his t-shirt in between his teeth - which gave you a perfect view of his abs, the muscle beautifully toned, while he was working to free his dick and push the fat tip against your entrance - the contact made you tense, "Manage? We already had sex this morning!" You rasped as a pathetic last resort.
Hal smiled wide at that, like you'd just told him the best news ever.
You should've known better, because now the brunette was pushing into you agonizingly slow - the type of slow that took all the air out of your lungs. He leaned over you, admiring your sun-kissed face while he kept his weight propped over his elbows.
"Then we can skip right to the fun part."
Hal was methodical in the way he dragged his hips back and nudged his way back inside you, the plush of your walls greeting him yet again, "Still just as tight as this morning, fuck." Hal groaned like he was about to collapse from entering you, his tee dropping from his mouth.
The sounds only made you wetter, and Hal immediately noticed, "You dirty little- you like that don't you?" His pace grew into something firm; slow strokes that were knocking various angles until he found just that spot that made you cry and claw at his biceps.
"Right there!" You croaked, and Hal took it upon himself to give you a nice little answer, "Right there," His voice grew to a pitch that was supposedly supposed to sound like you, but he laughed, "You sure it's right there?" He gave a particularly rough thrust that made you squeeze him, pulling a curse from under the man's breath.
But then he began avoiding your sweet spot delibaretly, "I coulda sworn it was, ff..right here. Or here, orrr..here?" He questioned you with feigning innocence, and it made you whine like he expected you to, "Asshole!" You mewled.
Yet it was just the right reaction to make Hal fold you nastily in half, bringing his weight down on you and snatching your wrists in one hand, shoving it against your chest while the other hand held the back of your neck firmly, "Uh huh? Asshole? S'that what I am for giving this dirty pussy what it's askin' for?" He snarled it like the very notion of you perceiving him as an asshole had offended him.
You couldn't speak all of a sudden, not with the way Hal's cock was all of a sudden hitting your star spot with terrifying precision, making you sick with bliss.
Hal's dick was hammering into you now, filling the car with a symphony of your loud moans, his ragged breathing and minuscule groans, and the devastating slaps of skin against skin where Hal pressed deep.
It was pitiful the way you cried on, your words just barely loud enough to be audible when it was drowned out by the sounds of your coupling; specifically the wet squelching that was clearly driving Hal into a slow spiral.
"Stop, stop- g..gonna b'late!" You blubbered wetly, and Hal finally rolled his eyes, "G..gonna be late!- I don't care," He hissed, his nose brushing against yours as he shifted his hips to reach to the hilt, kissing your cervix and making you squeal.
It startled you when the man buried himself balls deep, a hiccup leaving as the tears burned along the rim of your eyes. Hal couldn't get enough, and it showed with every single brutal yet inevitably passionate thrust, molding you down to the veins of his dick.
Babbling was what you were reduced to as the man fucked you dumb without a care about how people might get curious and stare.
In fact a part of Hal was dying for it - the side of him that thrived under the starlight, "Come on..don't shut up," He panted while his lips dragged against your ear, "you want people to see this, huh? See how one of the best racers in the world gets with you? How crazy you drive me?"
All you could do was moan and sob in response to Hal's questions pitifully begging the man to take it easy on you - like you even wanted that, "S'too deep Hal," you babbled as the tears spilled from your eyes, "Please!"
"Oh yeah? Too deep?" Hal mocked, "When was that an issue huh? You getting sloppy on me?" He was being real mean, and it was stoking up the viscerally nasty part of your soul, "But look how this pink thing stretches. How it takes me so good."
Your vision honed in on Hal's countenance, on every single feature of his - the tight knit of his brows, the way his jaw clenched and the puffs of air that escaped him as he ruined you in a way that had you aching for it.
Hal's words kept up, and he laughed briskly - breathless, "You know, my mom made cherry pie occasionally, and it was- hah..always amazin'," He started, the contrast of the little story Hal was telling you and the violent way he was fucking down into you was enough to maybe even give you whiplash.
Not that any of that was possible with the way you moaned and sobbed, back arched and your stomach bulging with the fat head bullying into you and making a show of how fucking deep he was.
Hal continued, "But this? God this pussy might just be the best cherry pie I'll ever have." His grin was wild, his movements brash as he felt you squeezing him, "Fuuck, you're close aren't you?" He questioned.
You felt the drool clinging to the corner of your lip, and Hal - the dirty fuck, licked it riiight up, "C'mon baby. My dumb baby," He was damn near condescending, "You dumb? No..you're too good for that, huh? Too good for it when you're letting dick dictate your pretty head." He could see it in your hazy eyes.
You were pretty much an empty shell up there, existing to let Hal relentlessly thrust and thrust and thrust -
"C..cummi'.." The heat in the base of your tummy grew unbearable, but you couldn't even finish a sentence, sobbing out and your head lolling back, your spine arched up while Hal nodded, "Oh? What was that?" He immediately slowed down, effectively ripping your orgasm from you and making you fuss immediately.
"You jerk!" You croaked through your tears, and Hal tutted, shaking his head, "Aw..me?" He crooned, kissing along the tear streaks on your face, "But I don't give pretty things what they can't ask for. Come on, tell me what y'want," He hummed like it was simple.
Even as he worked up a real slow pace, like dragging his thick cok in and out of you was a herculean task, like it was something heavy - but it was breaking you into something stupid yet again.
It was desperate the way you tried to speak, "Ne..need t'c.." You whined when Hal rammed in randomly, your cervix most likely bruised as Hal pulled back out in a careful drag, "Need? What, need me to stop?" He asked and it made you scratch at Hal's wrists, "Nonono!" You croaked, "Please!"
Hal raised a brow, his hand letting go of your wrist to drag a strand of your hair behind your ear, almost sweet.
Though you knew better, "Then what is it? Tell me." Hal said, and you heaved, choking on a few whiny cries that were less than dignified, "Wanna cum..please." You managed, rocking your hips to try forcing more of Hal's dick inside.
Hal watched your pathetic squirming, and really he almost had the thought of continuing this - but one glance at the clock of the car told him he had no time for that at this rate.
Moving his eyes back to yours, he pushed the hand on the back of your neck to angle your vision to where the tip of his length remained inside of you, "You wanna cum?" He asked, though it was rhetorical because the brunette began a rather fast pace, one that grew in force and speed before it felt more like a punishment than a reward.
But you still took it, still moaned loud and high enough to alert someone outside of the rather shaky car, "Yesyesyes!" You chanted it without a shred of shame, and Hal snickered, "God I just hope someone comes and sees you just like this.."
He leaned into your ear, "Cum. Watch yourself cum right on my dick." He growled.
And it was all you needed.
Your vision went white as the sparks flew from your curled toes, up to your legs as your ankles locked around Hal's neck, and then it met at the base of your spine as you came hard enough to almost faint.
You felt faint as you sobbed in pure euphoria, your breathing coming in rapidly as Hal's fingers swirled around your throbbing clit, "Good..juuust like that huh? God, you're so messy." He mocked, but you?
You were the prettiest thing in the world to him, even like this.
It took a few long but firmly placed strokes inside of you before Hal was pulling out, "Open." He demanded, though it wasn't mean.
Bringing yourself up on your elbows the best you could on the leather, your lips parted as Hal's tip rested heavy on your tongue before white streaks painted your throats, the brunette squeezing the base with a low hiss.
"You're just perfect.." Hal murmured under his breath, his fingers carding through your hair while he tapped his cock against your tongue, and pulled it away.
Shamelessly you swallowed, before you laid back down on the leather of the seats. Hal was pulling your underwear and shorts up, giving you a light pat on the thigh while he looked around to see if anybody was around. Once he'd seen enough, he quickly tucked himself in, fumbling to get his jeans and buckle his belt.
"Fuck. I need to get to the race, gonna be late." Hal mumbled, and you giggled a little, "I told you so."
The two of you had ended up making it just about five minutes before, with Hal's position dropping to P12 for being so late, and the racer receiving a huge earful from his team principal and engineer..
But in the end, the man had still landed in P2, that cocky grin plastered on his countenance as he held the trophy..and his eyes cast down at you.
He was obvious about the wink he shot you, and made sure that you understood what he meant when he kissed the trophy.
Hal Jordan sure had his priorities in all the wrong places, but it didn't matter when he saw the wide and pretty smile that graced your face.
day twenty nine [ uniform kink
.. trick or treat! kyle rayner
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"Easy now," Kyle laughed softly while he guided your hips against his front, the two of you falling into a slow grind. The two of you shouldn't be fooling around right about now, but it was hard enough finding time on Earth to tend to your guys' more physical needs in your relationship.
So why not tend to it on the job? Not like you guys were actually looking out for anything right about now.
"C'mon Kyle, just quickly..you look so good please," You muttered, your ring blinking to satisfy the dirty urge in your head to quickly conjure an absolutely filthy thought to sway Kyle.
You didn't, you continued to grind against the hitch of Kyle's thigh, the ache from your bulge just barely being soothed, all the while Kyle continued to laugh at your attempts to give you what you want, "Don't be a ditz baby," He cooed it at you almost - just to watch the way your eyes lit up at his tone.
Just that sparkle that kept him stuck on you till the end of time.
"Kyle, there's nothing to do right now Kyle, please!" You were getting desperate now, and yes..you weren't really supposed to, being a Blue Lantern and all, but hey you couldn't always be firm and upholding.
Optimism only went so far when your boyfriend wasn't giving his cock to you.
Kyle pretended to sigh exasperatedly, "Okay okaay, but I'll give you my thigh first, K? Sound good?" He raised a brow, and your eyes narrowed, "You're such an-"
"Ah ah," He smiled, "I'll give it to y'good after. K? Promise."
With a an unamused grunt, you sigh and begin to slowly rub your swollen bulge against the muscle of his thigh, groaning in delight, "God I needed this, I really needed this." You chanted it breathlessly, and Kyle only hummed while holding your hips firm, letting you guide your own body along his.
"I can see that. No worries..just me and you here," He murmured, smiling at your enthusiasm.
Despite being a dedicated Blue Lantern, you weren't the brightest. You could be a bit air-headed sometimes, but that was mainly when you were absolutely druuunk on Kyle's cock.
Which wasn't often with how busy the two of you got in your respective Corps and Sectors.
But with Kyle, you could allow yourself to not have to be smart for everyone, to not be the shield and the support. You could just be held by someone else, free of all duty.
But if you were being honest - right about now the very duty was what was doing you in right now.
When did Kyle get so hot in his uniform? Was it cause he was Honour Guard? Regardless your blood was getting incredibly warm, "Kyle..Kyle please."
You could feel the pre-cum staining against the inner of your uniform, but now thoughts were going brazen in your head - your cum all over Kyle's uniform, seeing the duty Kyle held practically tarnished with your release had you suddenly dry humping the Honour Guard's thigh much harder.
Kyle noticed and immediately held your hips, "Woah woah, don't want to get burned by friction now do you?" He teased wth a soft smile, and you grumbled, "Kyle! Come on now, this isn't fair!" You hissed, and it was like birds (or..the stars, who knew) began to sing.
Because Kyle relented, "Fine fine, if you're really that desperate," he said through a chuckle, letting go of your hips. Immediately, you were trying to desperately get out of your incredibly and all of a sudden constricting uniform, shaking for it - you felt rabid.
Kyle only watched with crossed arms, "Making it seem you're eager to be painted as one of my French girls," He joked, but you couldn't care - you couldn't laugh like you usually would or give him an earful, you could only respond to your own desire to just have Kyle.
Once your uniform was off, you were dragging Kyle by the wrist to bed, and Kyle held his free hand up, "Let me just.." He moved to begin removing his uniform off, but the speed of your wrist catching his surprised you and him, "No!"
Kyle blinked, tilting his head, "No?"
You froze for a while, wondering how to explain- begin to explain your sudden dislike for him nude.
Before words could form, Kyle realized and a sly smile appeared on his countenance, "Oh, I see," he carefully peeled your svelte fingers off his wrist, "Okay then. Just lay down."
Swallowing, you were crawling onto the mattress while Kyle followed suite, reaching down, "Now where is..ah." His ring lit up, and slowly a glowing seal opened where the swell of his cock was. Your eyes widened, "Why do you-"
"What?" Kyle frowned a little, "..I have a bladder, baby."
You rolled your eyes, before you pushed your ass up insistently to where Kyle was now grabbing his dick and giving it a firm squeeze, veins bulging, "Kyle, hurry up Kyle, hurry up."
"Patience," Kyle chuckled, "I'll give it to you."
The Green Lantern leaned down, kissing and sucking along the soft skin of your jaw, making you all the more needy, your hips rolling against Kyle's cock as the man gave it a few pumps, "You fine with summing in your suit? Hm?" he teased, "That's dirty of you, isn't it?"
"I don't care," You groaned, getting frustrated (though not really), "Just want it inside, I'll figure it out, stop stalling and- oh!" It like a squeak leaving you as Kyle slowly pushed inside, holding himself so it didn't try to slip out, "Huh..stretched in advance? Seems you were having fun without me, weren't you?"
You gasped as Kyle gently bit your earlobe, rocking into you steadily, "Show me..show me how you stretched yourself. Wanna see how pretty my baby looks when he's alone and nobody's watching him be all filthy."
Immediately, you knew Kyle was asking you to project a memory - you whimpered, "Kyle- no."
"Kyle yes," He mimicked, "C'mon..wanna see it." He thrusted in rather harshly, before the Lantern decided he wanted to see your face. Shifting you, his palms found way on the underside of your knees once you settled on your back, and he pushed them back to to your collarbone while sliding right back in with a muffled, "Fuck.."
You squeezed immediately at the sight of the man - clad in uniform while he stretched you further than what you did with your fingers, "Kyle-"
"C'mon. I'm waiting." He cooed while he dropped closer to your face.
Without much fight in you to begin with, your ring emitted it's signature blue glow, the memory morphing for Kyle to see.
You didn't look because you already knew how obscene you'd be rutting on your fingers pathetically, and once it faded, Kyle grinned, "All for me?"
His pace was quickening, hands tracing your nude body while he worked his way into your guts real fast. All you could do was watch the way Kyle absolutely took you, making you feel a swirl of feelings deep into your core; ones that were pushing your mind into nothing but mush.
Kyle couldn't get enough, "You like the uniform of the Honour Guard, huh?" He murmured, leaning down to brush your lips as his body slapped against your skin, "It's all yours baby, you have all of me. Uniform or not," He grunted, moving to work quicker.
You couldn't do anything but hold onto him, hiccups leaving as your precum dipped onto the planes of your stomach. You were already close to the edge; terribly close.
But you knew the Green Lantern could sense it before you said it, "You got it blue," He almost cooed the name, fucking into you and sloppily kissing at your cheek, "My blue huh? Cum..you have me, I've got you."
Thoughts weren't occurring to you as your head lolled to the side, sobs and even a hint of drool as you were streaking your stomach with your release, thighs locking around Kyle, who was following right after you with a heavy groan.
"That's it- yeah, that's perrfect," Kyle purred against your ear, massaging your hips as he jutted in slow, bringing you down.
Dazed and starry eyed from the orgasm you'd just had, you laid there boneless and heaving. Kyle smiled with his lips kissing along your cheek, "Dumb already? Come on.."
You whined weakly, pushing at Kyle's chest and only causing the Honour Guard to laugh, "Okay..no more."
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LIGHTS OUT when the track smells of rubber , the tracks of FORMULA 1 have never been forgiving; built to test a racer to the core , this is what racing's all about - but not all racers can wait long enough for the next race on the calendar.
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So what happens when racers bathed under stardom and bound by the FIA let loose under midnight lights with the threat of the law?
WELCOME TO CLUB ASPHALT ROCKS.
RACE.AU WITH ↳ barry allen . hal jordan . bruce wayne . jason todd . wally west . dick grayson . clark kent . diana prince . oliver queen . kyle rayner . stephanie brown . & more
'' BUT NOT EVERYBODY IS NORMAL. RACING IS AN OUTLET TO SOME OF THOSE WHO DARE BEND THEIR CAR TO THEIR WILL. THOSE WITH ABILITIES THAT SURPASS THE MIND USE THE GROUNDS OUTSIDE OF THE LAW TO LET THAT ENERGY OUT.
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' ⍣ PROFILINGS FOUND IN THE COAST CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT
BARRY ALLEN
“yeah, that's not what the fans call him.”
THE SCARLET SPEEDSTER was among one of few but meaningful names for the first driver of ALPINE FLASH . After Benetton was forced to sell their team due to a corruption issue, Barry Allen was chosen from F2 in '01 during the rebrand - they thought the team would go bankrupt in a year. Since then, their red-streaked angel had brought the team from the dust to the history books. In the year of 2007, Barry Allen held 2 championships under his belt, and the reign wasn't surprising.
But rumours arose. Was Barry Allen an alien? Sometimes camera feedback could almost promise the man vibrating - literally. Phasing in and out of the clips.
Cameras were still evolving, it wasn't anything to be weary of.
Yet midnight lights and radios from Coast City Police Department suggested that an unimaginable red streak trailed a 2004 z06 corvette like a second shadow at unfathomable speeds.
The underground called the mysterious street racer THE FLASH.
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HAL JORDAN
“Guy’s cocky— see why though.”
HIGHBALL was what they called the first driver for JORDAN . Even had his last name, and he sure did act like he owned the team a lot of times. He was cocky, and it irritated people to the core how relentless he was to be on top..but that was exactly what F1 needed. Will. Pure will. Everyone knew Hal Jordan’s little story — airforce pilot who’d gotten sick and tired of cockpit buttons and decided to try the buttons on a Formula One car.
But rumours arose. That the Coast city born brunette might just have been placed there on purpose. That the ring on his finger was a little too unique.
Midnight lights ripped apart with the almost ominous glow of emerald green— cops report a 2003 ford mustang SVT cobra lighting up the roads.
The underground called the mysterious racer SPECTRE? GREEN LANTERN.
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BRUCE WAYNE
“Shadows blend with him. Really.”
BATMAN was a strange name you’d think for a man like Bruce Wayne. The billionaire playboy had unexpectedly went from team owner of PAGANI to second driver when his second yet starlit racer, Jason Todd got into a brutal collision and died on track. It had been gory, but the man couldn’t bear to replace his son driver, not like that. He was like a wraith on the track, but a running joke turned into reality when the man drove the car like a bat’s flight. Rapid. Unexpected, and in the shadow of his competitors’ cars.
But rumours arose. Gotham where Bruce Wayne hailed was home to constant crime. There was someone in the shadows who cleaned..people liked to joke that Bruce Wayne used his money to fund the activity for fun.
Festering in the shadows cast by midnight lights, a definitely illegal 1999 Dodge Charger R/T shrouded the streets in it’s shadows, making the cops think twice.
The underground knew the mysterious racer as VENGEANCE MATCHES MALONE.
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JASON TODD
“He came back changed. Scarred.”
THE CRIMSON FEAR was the name handed to the racer who’d supposedly come back from the dead, signed to FERRARI , the prancing horse now a symbol that swore to crush people under the horsepower of Jason Todd’s car. It made the racing world fall heavily into conspiracy— who had died on the track? It was a horror story turned miracle, but the man had come back faster, harder, stronger; it was a nightmare for the other teams. Never once had the world expected Jason Todd driving hard against a team that once been home his.
But rumours arose. Had the accident on the track been a planned hit— too good to live? Had that really been Jason..or could the dead really come back?
In the midnight lights, a koenigsegg ccr created a monstrous show of red velocity, as if the asphalt had wronged its blur— it frightened the cops.
The underground called the mysterious racer RED HOOD.
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WALLY WEST
“Kid’s gonna be a prodigy like him.”
BOY BULLET on the second race of his entire life, Wally West placed second place on the podium, right next to his mentor and teammate Barry Allen. Racing for ALPINE FLASH , the kid was only 18..not even 19 yet and setting records. Barry had given him what he could; the drive, the knowledge, the technique, and allowed Wally to create it into his own skill. Now, he was the hotshot rookie who liked to joke around and drive everyone insane— sometimes.
But rumours arose. Wally West practically bounced on screen— too quick, too erratic, too fast. Cameras surely weren’t the issue. Right?
Midnight lights swore they caught a twin lighting streak when a 1967 chevrolet camaro joined the streets to spark the cops into a frenzy.
The underground teased and called the mysterious racer TAILLIGHTS.
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DICK GRAYSON
“They say he’ll bring glory.”
BOY WONDER was definitely what his name suggested. Driving as the first driver for PAGANI , Dick Grayson maintained the reputation of the luxurious racing team to a tee. He was fiery, he was confident, and he knew the tracks— practiced it religiously without ever having a reserve. He was their crown jewel, but there had been equality, and produced results that matched his drive. He’d give PAGANI what they needed. What they were made for..what he was made for.
But rumours arose. The guilt Dick carried on his back unnecessarily when he gazed across the pitlane and saw his brother competitor, Jason— they’d turned into rivals; but Dick can’t lose. He won’t.
In the midnight lights, a 1984 porsche 911 carrera streaked the asphalt in pure awe and blue.
The underground called the mysterious racer NIGHTWING .
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Now that you’ve read the profiles— you can get to decide who you want to spend time investigating both on track and off track. Here’s what you can ask for regarding each file currently given— officer for the Coast City Police Department..or not. Maybe you’re apart of the scene, or someone entirely different.
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AUDIO RECORDS [ SONG ] — think there’s a specific tune that reminds you of them? List it down.
CENTRE OF INVESTIGATION [ TYPE OF SEX ‘ AND/OR KINKS ] — if you’re tracking down something specific, you’re gonna wanna add that.
THE RACER [ ! ] — well I think you know that.
But in the most obvious of terms ” requests are open for this au, and I’ll give you a really detailed report. Totally sweet. You get the gist.
LIGHTS OUT when the track smells of rubber , the tracks of FORMULA 1 have never been forgiving; built to test a racer to the core , this is what racing's all about - but not all racers can wait long enough for the next race on the calendar.
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So what happens when racers bathed under stardom and bound by the FIA let loose under midnight lights with the threat of the law?
WELCOME TO CLUB ASPHALT ROCKS.
STREETRACE.AU WITH ↳ barry allen . hal jordan . bruce wayne . jason todd . wally west . dick grayson . clark kent . diana prince . oliver queen . kyle rayner . stephanie brown . & more
'' BUT NOT EVERYBODY IS NORMAL. RACING IS AN OUTLET TO SOME OF THOSE WHO DARE BEND THEIR CAR TO THEIR WILL. THOSE WITH ABILITIES THAT SURPASS THE MIND USE THE GROUNDS OUTSIDE OF THE LAW TO LET THAT ENERGY OUT.
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' ⍣ PROFILINGS FOUND IN THE COAST CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT
BARRY ALLEN
“yeah, that's not what the fans call him.”
THE SCARLET SPEEDSTER was among one of few but meaningful names for the first driver of ALPINE FLASH . After Benetton was forced to sell their team due to a corruption issue, Barry Allen was chosen from F2 in '01 during the rebrand - they thought the team would go bankrupt in a year. Since then, their red-streaked angel had brought the team from the dust to the history books. In the year of 2007, Barry Allen held 2 championships under his belt, and the reign wasn't surprising.
But rumours arose. Was Barry Allen an alien? Sometimes camera feedback could almost promise the man vibrating - literally. Phasing in and out of the clips.
Cameras were still evolving, it wasn't anything to be weary of.
Yet midnight lights and radios from Coast City Police Department suggested that an unimaginable red streak trailed a 2004 z06 corvette like a second shadow at unfathomable speeds.
The underground called the mysterious street racer THE FLASH.
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HAL JORDAN
“Guy’s cocky— see why though.”
HIGHBALL was what they called the first driver for JORDAN . Even had his last name, and he sure did act like he owned the team a lot of times. He was cocky, and it irritated people to the core how relentless he was to be on top..but that was exactly what F1 needed. Will. Pure will. Everyone knew Hal Jordan’s little story — airforce pilot who’d gotten sick and tired of cockpit buttons and decided to try the buttons on a Formula One car.
But rumours arose. That the Coast city born brunette might just have been placed there on purpose. That the ring on his finger was a little too unique.
Midnight lights ripped apart with the almost ominous glow of emerald green— cops report a 2003 ford mustang SVT cobra lighting up the roads.
The underground called the mysterious racer SPECTRE? GREEN LANTERN.
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REGISTRATION
01. f1.hal jordan x afab.reader
BRUCE WAYNE
“Shadows blend with him. Really.”
BATMAN was a strange name you’d think for a man like Bruce Wayne. The billionaire playboy had unexpectedly went from team owner of PAGANI to second driver when his second yet starlit racer, Jason Todd got into a brutal collision and died on track. It had been gory, but the man couldn’t bear to replace his son driver, not like that. He was like a wraith on the track, but a running joke turned into reality when the man drove the car like a bat’s flight. Rapid. Unexpected, and in the shadow of his competitors’ cars.
But rumours arose. Gotham where Bruce Wayne hailed was home to constant crime. There was someone in the shadows who cleaned..people liked to joke that Bruce Wayne used his money to fund the activity for fun.
Festering in the shadows cast by midnight lights, a definitely illegal 1999 Dodge Charger R/T shrouded the streets in it’s shadows, making the cops think twice.
The underground knew the mysterious racer as VENGEANCE MATCHES MALONE.
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JASON TODD
“He came back changed. Scarred.”
THE CRIMSON FEAR was the name handed to the racer who’d supposedly come back from the dead, signed to FERRARI , the prancing horse now a symbol that swore to crush people under the horsepower of Jason Todd’s car. It made the racing world fall heavily into conspiracy— who had died on the track? It was a horror story turned miracle, but the man had come back faster, harder, stronger; it was a nightmare for the other teams. Never once had the world expected Jason Todd driving hard against a team that once been home his.
But rumours arose. Had the accident on the track been a planned hit— too good to live? Had that really been Jason..or could the dead really come back?
In the midnight lights, a koenigsegg ccr created a monstrous show of red velocity, as if the asphalt had wronged its blur— it frightened the cops.
The underground called the mysterious racer RED HOOD.
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WALLY WEST
“Kid’s gonna be a prodigy like him.”
BOY BULLET on the second race of his entire life, Wally West placed second place on the podium, right next to his mentor and teammate Barry Allen. Racing for ALPINE FLASH , the kid was only 18..not even 19 yet and setting records. Barry had given him what he could; the drive, the knowledge, the technique, and allowed Wally to create it into his own skill. Now, he was the hotshot rookie who liked to joke around and drive everyone insane— sometimes.
But rumours arose. Wally West practically bounced on screen— too quick, too erratic, too fast. Cameras surely weren’t the issue. Right?
Midnight lights swore they caught a twin lighting streak when a 1967 chevrolet camaro joined the streets to spark the cops into a frenzy.
The underground teased and called the mysterious racer TAILLIGHTS.
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DICK GRAYSON
“They say he’ll bring glory.”
BOY WONDER was definitely what his name suggested. Driving as the first driver for PAGANI , Dick Grayson maintained the reputation of the luxurious racing team to a tee. He was fiery, he was confident, and he knew the tracks— practiced it religiously without ever having a reserve. He was their crown jewel, but there had been equality, and produced results that matched his drive. He’d give PAGANI what they needed. What they were made for..what he was made for.
But rumours arose. The guilt Dick carried on his back unnecessarily when he gazed across the pitlane and saw his brother competitor, Jason— they’d turned into rivals; but Dick can’t lose. He won’t.
In the midnight lights, a 1984 porsche 911 carrera streaked the asphalt in pure awe and blue.
The underground called the mysterious racer NIGHTWING .
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Now that you’ve read the profiles— you can get to decide who you want to spend time investigating both on track and off track. Here’s what you can ask for regarding each file currently given— officer for the Coast City Police Department..or not. Maybe you’re apart of the scene, or someone entirely different.
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AUDIO RECORDS [ SONG ] — think there’s a specific tune that reminds you of them? List it down.
CENTRE OF INVESTIGATION [ TYPE OF SEX OR FLUFF ‘ AND/OR KINKS ] — if you’re tracking down something specific, you’re gonna wanna add that.
THE RACER [ ! ] — well I think you know that.
But in the most obvious of terms ” requests are open for this au, and I’ll give you a really detailed report. Totally sweet. You get the gist.
day twenty eight [ first time
.. trick or treat! tim drake
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before cam use . 18 + , smut , m!boyfriend!reader , anal sex , handjob , praise kink , mostly soft sex , established relationship , ( reader and tim are in university )
In the silence of your dormitory in Metropolis University, the faint repetitive pattern of Tim's led pencil made sound in the otherwise soundless area.
You two were laid on your bed, your nose in your forensic biology book while you worked your other hand into the steady motion of writing jot notes out for your upcoming paper.
Tim meanwhile was mulling over what crime to analyze for criminology, tongue pushed into his cheek before his eyes flicked up at you, "You know, you look nice all focused." He commented randomly, causing you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, "..What?"
He shrugged like it was an ordinary thing to say - I mean, between you two it was, "Nothing. Just..making an observation.
You couldn't help but snicker, "Well, your observation Timothy Drake, is not helping me run through Entomology any faster," You let your foot nudge Tim's side, only for it to get caught by the guy himself when he shot you a grin, "Hey, I didn't choose to pursue forensics. Don't chew me out."
Only rolling your eyes, you continued to work on your notes - though now you weren't as focused, your eyes occasionally straying to the way Tim's black hair fell over his eyes, or the way he just barely pursed his lip when he was rereading a specific sentence over and over again.
Deciding you weren't actually taking in the information in your textbook, you closed it and put it aside on your nightstand, "We should do something, take a break." You suggested, making Tim raise his head, "What're you thinking?" He questioned while closing his laptop and sliding it back into his book bag.
You crossed your legs, leaning forward while facing Tim before you had a thought, "We should try that poison kiss thing..could be fun." You shrugged, and Tim grinned, "Every part of your face is poisoned-"
"Oh shut up!" You laughed, pushing at Tim's face, only for him to catch your wrist as you did and chuckle against your palm, "Okay okay. Sure, let's try it."
With that, the two of you took turns choosing a place that was poisoned for you to not touch.
Knowing how Tim would overanalyze, you decided to make the poisoned spot your lips.
Once it was set, you spoke, "Okay, go." You waited while watching Tim look over your face, before he leaned in and place a quick peck to your ear. You smiled, "Okay, safe."
Tim did a fist that spoke volumes of yes, and you hesitated, before placing your kiss against his cheek, "Safe." Tim confirmed.
Another pass, and he kissed your cheek aswell, "Safe." Yet another pass, and you kissed his eyelid, "Safe," he'd chirped.
And it went on and on, the both of you kissing every little spot, until you leaned in a kissed a subtle little birth mark Tim had just by his right earlobe.
Tim grinned wide, "Poisoned."
You groaned, "Oh come on! I thought you wouldn't choose that part." You laid back on your palms, and Tim shrugged despite his shit eating grin, "Well, you thought wrong." He crawled over you, before he brushed his lips against yours.
It was as if the room got dimmer albeit the night lamp that emitted a warm white over the both of you, almost orange.
"..Am I about to kiss poison?" Tim teased quietly, and you scoffed against his lips, "Please stop being corny," you laughed but Tim only kissed the corner of your mouth, "Oh come on. It's the game. Am I about to?" He asked yet again.
It was quiet between the two of you, but you nodded.
Tim hummed, "Well allow me." You only had a split second to register the words before Tim's mouth was sliding into place against yours, and you simply couldn't resist.
Moving your hands to rest against his neck and waist to drag him closer, the kiss grew sensual almost immediately, the two of you falling into a rhythm that was familiar yet charged.
"Poison has never tasted so good," Tim murmured against your mouth, and you bite Tim's lip in response, eliciting a sharp, startled laugh from Tim, "Ow!"
"Stop talking." You muttered with a cheeky smile, and the two of you only kept at it, making out shamelessly instead of working on your very very important paper.
This seemed more important though.
What had been a harmless game had now turned the two of you rather hungry, Tim's hands starting to wander, tugging at your pyjama pants, "Come on.." Tim encouraged, and in return you were doing just as he said.
One by one, clothing came off, strewn across the carpeted floor of your dorm until the two of you were in your boxers, hips grinding slooow against eachother, huffs of hot air and subtle groans leaving at every touch between the two of you.
The way your muscles rubbed against Tim's was a foreign feeling that had you asking for more.
But this was new.
You two hadn't gone this far. Not really.
So when Tim's hand slowly began to reach towards your inner thigh, finger pads gliding across your hot skin, your hand moved to stop his, "Tim." His name shook on your tongue just a little.
But Tim, ever so perceptive, caught it, "We don't have to do this, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, I-" He was withdrawing and it made your heart lurch, "No, Tim that's not it. This just..it's new, okay? We haven't.." You trailed off, letting Tim's mind fill in the blank.
Tim gazed over your body; the way your chest rose a little faster than usual, the pulse in your wrist against his own, and the obvious bulge in your boxers.
His eyes flitted back to your face, "..We'll take it slow then. Okay? Slow." He affirmed, and you nodded, "Yeah..slow. Uh, fuck." You ran a hand through your hair, "Condom, and uh..lube I don't know if.."
"I've..probably got some in my bag." Tim's voice immediately grew shy, and you blinked, "You just- carry that shit around on campus?"
"Look! Always be prepared okay?" Tim's voice cracked a bit, but you grinned, some of your nerves fading, "Oh, okay yeah. Prepared. Just..waiting to get off and stick it into something huh?"
"Hey!" Tim shoved at your chest, making you laugh loudly, "No, that's not it! God, you're unbearable sometimes." But he was laughing through his words while he rummaged his bag.
Eventually, he pulled out the square packet and a little bottle, "Okay uhh..need to stretch your ass.." He muttered, and you glared, "You don't need to say it out loud."
"Jeez, okay." Tim chuckled, setting the sealed condom aside and opening the lube, pouring some on his fingers and warming it up meticulously, "Just turn around, 'kay? Try to relax. If you need a break, tell me, okay? Don't try hidin' it."
You snorted, "Okay Dad." You joked, and Tim huffed, "Shut up."
Tim slid your boxers down while you laid on your stomach, and immediately you felt the lube when Tim slowly pushed one digit in. You tensed immediately at the awkward sensation, but Tim was quick, "It'll get better, don't worry."
Heeding his words, you remained still and as relaxed as possible, closing your eyes and letting the feeling become familiar.
Tim slid his second finger in after a solid minute, and he worked you open with expert precision, feeling around your walls before he reached deeper, crooking his fingers up and hitting a spot that made you flinch, "Shit!"
"Seems like the spot," Tim murmured, rubbing the pads of his fingers against what he could only assume was your prostate, "Relax babe..it's gonna feel good- does it feel good?" He asked right after, and though it felt odd, it felt electric, "Yeah..yeah it's just new."
Tim took that as great news, continuing the pace before he eventually took his fingers out, "Okay..uh..would you rather I get you off a bit before I go in?"
You mulled over the suggestion before speaking, "Whatever you'd assume is best."
This got an eyeroll from Tim, "Oh just- yeah, cause I know your body much better than mine." He joked, but regardless he pressed his body firm against yours, chest to back, "Fine, I have an idea."
Reaching his hand down, Tim grasped your hard dick from your boxers, and you twitched in his hand, though remained still.
Tim began to work your cock in slow, firm strokes and you groaned - it felt like a reward after the heavy kissing and grinding from before. You tried not to buck, until you gasped loudly at the sensation of something stretching you ever so slowly from behind.
If impending doom had a feeling, maybe this would be it, cause the stretch definitely was impending.
It wasn't doom though.
The burn was present with the stretch, it made your pucker try to push Tim out immediately, but then Tim began to stroke you faster, wrist twisting around your blunt tip and making you moan - but it also expertly distracted you from the sensation behind.
"You got it, shit you're doing so good," Tim murmured against your ear; it wasn't gentle but it was there. The presence of reassurance as the feeling of being took over you inch by inch. Literally.
The urge to whimper or cry out kept hitting at you, but you didn't allow it. You groaned as Tim got in halfway, but then you couldn't really hold on much longer to the idea of not making pathetic sounds.
Not when Tim began furiously rubbing his hot hand up and down your cock so viciously, "See? Wasn't so bad, right? I think you deserve a little..hah, something for doin' it." Tim came out muffled against your shoulder, his brows furrowed in dead set focus as he tried to jerk you to the edge.
And you were whimpering, hips bucking to or away you couldn't tell, but it was driving you insane, "Oh my God, Tim." You rasped, moans quickly filling the air as your cock throbbed, the pre-cum already dripping, "Fuck fuck fuck! Tim, shit I'm gonna cum!" You warned, and Tim immediately shifted tactics, his hand focusing solely on the tip, "Yeah? That's great, c'mon..do it f'me babe, I got you." He raggedly spoke.
It had your mind drawing blanks as you groaned loudly, pathetic little mewls mixing with it as you were humming streaks of white on your sheets, your length pulsing while Tim stroked so very firm - the sensation made your eyes cross a little, "Shiiit..Tim.." You might aswell be gasping for air.
Tim panted quietly, like he'd been exerting effort to even watch you fall apart. He squeezed the base of your cock, making you buck but release whatever you had left of the jolting orgasm, and he tapped the underside where the vein disappeared to the base, "Good..that was good. Feeling okay?"
You felt drowsy even but found the strength to nod, "Yeah. Fuck that was strong." You laughed breathlessly, and Tim snickered, "Yeah? You ready to go on with it?" He asked, his voice becoming softer.
Attentive.
Only now did you remember and feel the presence of Tim's own dick inside of you, aching for its own release. You panted but nodded, "Yeah..yeah I'm ready. I can do it."
Tim nodded, "'Kay, here..hold my hand." He intertwined his other hand with your left, squeezing it as he dragged his hips back and then pushed in slow, making you moan, "Holy-"
"Is this fine for you? This pace?" Tim questioned, clearly monitoring you through every step. "Yeah, feels nice." You murmured, eyes fluttering when Tim began to repeat the pattern he'd created just for you.
Tim pressed soft kisses along your shoulder as he moved, making you arch into him. It wasn't shameful..you felt vulnerable under Tim's hold. Something you didn't like feeling, but with Tim you didn't mind anything.
"Thank you for letting me have this with you," Tim suddenly spoke, his voice a low husk that dripped with affection, "God, thank you so much. Wouldn't want this with anyone else." He groaned, beginning to reach deeper into you.
Your moans only grew a little needier with each passing second, "You feel so good, oh God you feel really good," Your tone was coloured in disbelief but pleasure.
Sex had always been an iffy topic for you, especially with how people slept around so easily in your University..nobody really cared about the intimacy.
How precious giving your body to someone you wanted forever with was.
Tim shifted his other hand to grasp your jaw, turning it so you could look into his eyes, "You're amazing. See how good you're doing? You're doing great babe..can I go faster?" He kept his voice soft for you.
Always for you.
It was like you were in a dream, and you could only nod, your words fading from your blissed brain, "Uh huh.."
Tim was quick with your acceptance, beginning to move faster until he'd finally pressed the fat tip against your prostate, making you moan out and jolt a bit, "Tim-"
"I'm right here," He spoke, panting into your ear and groaning a little himself, "Give it to me..you're everything to me." He was rolling his hips now, not trying to make you cum immediately.
No, he wanted you to feel every part of him - from his heart down to the way he kissed every little part of you, flaw or not.
Tim sucked little love marks into your skin below your neck, mindful to not put them in spots that'd be visible in your clothes. Dragging his lips up your spine, he captured your lips in his as his rhythm grew deep, cock insistently pressing against your prostate every few seconds, "You're so perfect, how'd I even get you?"
You couldn't speak anymore, moans and groans falling out of your lips without your permission as your cock jumped between your stomach and the bed, "I'm..c.." You were interrupted with a moan that was quickly lost between yours and Tim's lips.
"I know," Tim only sped up, really giving it to you like he had absolutely nothing to lose - other than his orgasm that was rapidly approaching the base of his spine, "'m close too..but I wanna see you first. Cum for me." He groaned like he needed it.
It was like sparks flew when your vision went white, a shaky cry mixed with a wet moan escaping your lips as you came, your dick twitching as white leaked profusely from the reddened head.
Not too long after, Tim was following with a small whimper and a heavy groan, letting himself empty in the warmth of your body, sweaty forehead pressed against the back of your neck, "Whew.."
The two of you basked in the smell of sex, the atmosphere still warm. Intimate.
Eventually, Tim was pulling out and reaching for a towel he'd spotted earlier (which he knew well enough wasn't one of your usuals), wiping you down, then himself before he hugged you close to his body, pressing a firm kiss to your cheek, "Did that feel good? You okay? Need anything?" He was asking you question after question, but you just laughed, "Tim, it's fine. It, that felt insanely good."
The two of you were already laughing immaturely, "Holy shit, why didn't you tell me sex was that good?" You joked, and Tim rolled his eyes, "You make it sound like I've had a roster full of experiences. I didn't know. If I'd know, maybe we would've tried earlier."
Familiar banter filled the air between you two while you settled comfortably, settling beneath your blanket and avoiding the cum stain on your sheets (yeah, you'd clean that later with Tim).
Contentment was one of many words you'd use to describe the experience you'd had, but the idea that it'd been with Tim was what made it truly euphoric.
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Heyyy im so sorry if this seems rude but do you plan on finishing the kinktober fics i totally get if you don't want to
sup sup, and it’s not rude it’s a valid question to be fair; I am actually finishing it finally, I just finished day twenty seven and am half way through with twenty eight. It’ll be done today or tomorrow for sure.
will you write hunter zolomon x reader fics? if not that's fine tyty!!!!!!
sup suuup and hell yea I will. I’m open to write absolutely anybody within a moral range; I’ll try dabbling into zolomon, I just need to pick up his comics (lowk in a separate box in my room), do an analysis and you got a work 👼👼
hi im sorry if this is a weird question but will u write any more overstimulation fics 😞 you've only written one and im so sad there isnt more bc ur so good at it
sup sup and it’s not a weird question at all, I welcome weird questions lol. I will definitely write more overstimulation works, no sweat— and thank you, I appreciate it!
good god your blog is to die for. ur themes UGHHHHHH 😩 same w ur re blog. i love.
(i hope u have a speedy recovery w ur acl !!)
sorry for the century late reply prt. 4 — but thank you!! I’m glad you like my blogs but let’s drive to yours because your blog is insanely appealing to stare at holy, it’s awesome 😭. And thank you, recovery was speedy and successful!
