desi girl

she/her | 18+

[lateatnewyork]

prompt lists 🌙 fluff 🌙 angst 🌙 smut

acotar 🌙 mine | adult!nyx archeron x reader | smut 18+, fluff 🌙 misogyny | adult!nyx archeron x reader | angst, fluff 🌙 tolerate it | azriel x reader | angst, fluff 🌙 opposite pt 1 | azriel x reader | angst 🌙 opposite pt 2 | azriel x reader | angst, fluff 🌙 innocent | rhysand x reader | smut 18+ 🌙 safe word | azriel x reader | smut 18+, fluff 🌙 scars and all | lucien vanserra x reader | angst, fluff 🌙 babies | azriel x reader | fluff 🌙 flowers | part I | part II | part III | part IV | azriel x reader

fourth wing 🌙 missed you | bodhi durran x reader | smut 18+, fluff 🌙 bruises | brennan sorrengail x reader | fluff

pjo 🌙how you get the girl | luke castellan x reader | smau 🌙how you get the girl part 2 🌙life lately | percy jackson x reader | smau 🌙down bad | luke castellan x reader | smau

celebrities 🌙the lucky one | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙love bite | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙rage | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙butterflies | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙teenage love triangle | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙afterglow | part 2 | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙remember... | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙hey stephen... | charlie bushnell x reader | smau 🌙average girl's fantasy | woo do hwan x reader | smau 🌙grid princess | part 2 | milo manheim x reader | smau 🌙making headlines | isaac arellanes x reader | smau

formula one 🌙colonizing at its finest | oscar piastri x kohli!reader | smau 🌙can't a girl appreciate her boyfriend? | oscar piastri x reader | smau 🌙so... who's the wag? | oscar piastri x bellingham!reader | smau 🌙they're both homewreckers... for each other? | jude bellingham x wolff!reader | smau 🌙gen z on the track | ollie bearman x antonelli!reader | smau 🌙like mother, like daughter | oscar piastri x reader | smau 🌙what like its hard? | lando norris x reader | smau 🌙fia approved baby sitter | ollie bearman x lindblad!reader | smau

xo kitty 🌙secrets | part 0 | part 1 | minho moon x reader | smau

[lateatnewyork]

FIA APPROVED BABYSITTER | 001

pairing: ollie bearman x lindblad!reader

summary: where arvid's manager (older sister) somehow ends up babysitting the grid.

extra information: arvid's your younger brother, you're his manager, you and ollie are like the parents of the ex rookies (set on 2026 grid)

face claim: avantika (my absolute goat bro)

a/n: its been a while guys... the important thing is im back maybe for one smau or for more, i just havent had any inspiration for literally anything im really sorry guys

thecoolerlindblad

liked by arvidlindblad, kimiantonelli and 274,832 others 4/5 forgot their passports btw (isack's the only one who remembered) view comments

landonorris HOW DO YOU ALL FORGET YOUR PASSPORT ➥ arvidlindblad I DONT KNOW ➥ thecoolerlindblad this is why i have gray hairs isackhadjar only responsible one there 😎😎 ➥ thecoolerlindblad lets not forget you demanding the pilot to stop because you thought you forgot your steering wheel setup ➥ isackhadjar i recall none of this ➥ kimiantonelli i remember ❤️ by creator ➥ olliebearman i remember ❤️ by creator ➥ arvidlindblad i remember ❤️ by creator ➥ gabrielbortoleto i remember ❤️ by creator alexalbon i think you should just let them fend for themselves ➥ thecoolerlindblad ALL of them forgot about pre season testing olliebearman in my defence i though arvid had mine ➥ thecoolerlindblad why would he have YOUR passport georgerussell incredibly concerning from future generations ➥ arvidlindblad old man lewishamilton praying for you ➥ thecoolerlindblad can i ride with you next time ➥ lewishamilton don't even have to ask ❤️ by creator

thecoolerlindblad

liked by olliebearman, anitaahuja and 592,437 others rare sighting of me not solving someone else's problems view comments

olliebearman woah ❤️ by creator ➥ kimiantonelli ??? ➥ arvidlindblad get out of my SISTERS comments bro ➥ olliebearman what did i do ➥ alexalbon oh brother alexandrasaintmleux stunning girl ❤️ ➥ thecoolerlindblad STOP ILY oscarpiastri who took these ➥ thecoolerlindblad my very cool gf lilyzneimer ➥ lilyzneimer 😘😘 charlesleclerc the peace never lasts ➥ thecoolerlindblad unfortunately carmenmmundt i know for a fact your phone was exploding while posting this ➥ thecoolerlindblad 47 unread emails ❤️ danielricciardo enjoy it while it lasts kid ➥ thecoolerlindblad i miss you my goat checoperez this is what happens when you confiscate the consoles ➥ olliebearman GIVE THEM BACK ➥ arvidlindblad PLEASE landonorris she acts like she's a mother of six ➥ alexalbon basically is georgerussell very professional social media presence ➥ thecoolerlindblad thank you george i strive for linkedin excellence

f1

liked by thecoolerlindblad, olliebearman and 839,948 others bahrain paddock check-in 📍

our favourite multitasker spotted once again keeping the paddock running smoothly 🫡 view comments

user64 admin might be in love with yn ➥ olliebearman who isn't this comment is now deleted! maxverstappen she needs a raise ➥ thecoolerlindblad i agree. please send this to HR danielricciardo paddock legend status confirmed ➥ thecoolerlindblad greatness recognises greatness landonorris she’s basically the unofficial fia at this point ➥ arvidlindblad unfortunately true carlossainz she looks like she has not slept since barcelona ➥ thecoolerlindblad false i slept once (briefly) thecoolerlindblad wait can i get an admin reveal in dm ➥ f1 we love you but no ➥ thecoolerlindblad aw shucks user182 why does ollie comment like he lives in her pocket ➥ olliebearman i do not live in her pocket ➥ olliebearman i live in her schedule user92 did anyone else see ollie’s deleted comment or am i losing it ➥ user104 NO I SAW IT TOO alexalbon i have personally witnessed her carrying three drivers and a laptop through bahrain ➥ olliebearman i was one of those drivers ➥ thecoolerlindblad get your facts right it was 5 drivers 2 laptops and an ipad

olliebearman

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kimiantonelli we know you love her bro ➥ olliebearman no i dont

arvidlindblad WHY IS MY SISTER EVERYWHERE ON YOUR FEED ➥ olliebearman 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

charlesleclerc i think im watching a movie in real time ➥ olliebearman be quiet

maxverstappen grow some balls and ask her out ➥ olliebearman i don't like her maxverstappen you don't have to lie to me seen

danielricciardo i can put in a good word if you'd like ➥ olliebearman REALLY ➥ olliebearman i dont like her tho danielricciardo right seen

thecoolerlindblad im just so effortlessly cool and auraful ➥ olliebearman yeah you are thecoolerlindblad 🙈🙈🙈 ➥ olliebearman are you doing anything once pre season testing's done? thecoolerlindblad no i dont think so ➥ olliebearman you wanna go atv riding? thecoolerlindblad i'd love to! olliebearman ❤️ your message

thecoolerlindblad

liked by olliebearman, maxverstappen and 401,294 others i think these are the coolest photos he has view comments

kimiantonelli i'd recognise those biceps anywhere ➥ thecoolerlindblad right moving on olliebearman second photo ruining my feed ➥ thecoolerlindblad were you not glazing me before🥱🥱 ➥ olliebearman i can do both ➥ arvidlindblad what maxverstappen1 focus on driving ➥ olliebearman i WAS focusing max user88 “were you not glazing me before” IM CRYING 😭 ➥ user92 the switch up is insane arvidlindblad why is everyone talking about my sister AND his arms ➥ landonorris because both are unfortunately visible at all times danielricciardo this is a paddock relationship forming in real time ➥ olliebearman no it isn’t ➥ danielricciardo alright mate 👍 landonorris this is NOT what we meant by team bonding ➥ isackhadjar I AGREE WHERE IS THE TEAM IN THIS

PADDOCK INTERVIEW SNIPPET

interviewer: “you two have been spending a lot of time together this weekend, how’s that going?” yn: “I wouldn’t call it ‘spending time’. I’d call it ‘me doing damage control’.” ollie: “she loves it really.” yn: “I don’t.” ollie: “she does.” yn: “he argues like this all the time, by the way.” interviewer: “even in professional settings?” yn: “especially in professional settings.” ollie: “she’s just bossy.” yn: “and he’s just loud.”

(interviewer laughs)

interviewer: “so you balance each other out?” ollie: “yeah, she keeps me alive.” yn: “I keep him functional. there’s a difference.” ollie: “same thing.” yn: “no it isn’t.” ollie (grinning): “see?” yn: “this is what I deal with.” interviewer: “sounds like a partnership.” yn: “unfortunately for me, yes.” ollie: “fortunately for everyone else.” yn: “no one asked you.”

(interview ends)

deuxmoi

liked by kimiantonelli, landonorris and 670,499 others YN Lindblad and Ollie Bearman in the latest interview posted on F1 official account view comments

user104 they are literally married in every other universe ➥ user105 just not this one apparently landonorris this is NOT normal at all alexalbon i give this relationship 3 more races before it becomes official isackhadjar why is he always defending himself the hardest under her posts 😭 ➥ user92 because he loses every time user77 “this is NOT normal at all” from lando is CRAZY ➥ user78 even HE can see it’s over

thecoolerlindblad

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landonorris OH SO NOW IT'S MY MAN? ➥ thecoolerlindblad im afraid its always been my man you all are just a bit slow landonorris WHAT seen landonorris DONT LEAVE ME ON SEEN landonorris OH NOW DELIVERED THATS IT delivered

arvidlindblad can everyone stop supporting ts ➥ thecoolerlindblad sorry bro!

alexalbon honestly fair enough he’s very pretty ➥ thecoolerlindblad thank you for recognising my vision alexalbon no like objectively. good structure thecoolerlindblad reacted with 🤨

kimiantonelli I KNEW IT ➥ thecoolerlindblad knew absolutely nothing btw

olliebearman wait i look so fine in this ➥ thecoolerlindblad right im deleting this olliebearman NOOOOOOOO olliebearman this is a great photo of me ➥ thecoolerlindblad you are unbelievable olliebearman and handsome apparently

maxverstappen finally i was getting tired of him always talking about you ➥ thecoolerlindblad HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

thecoolerlindblad

liked by olliebearman, scuderiaferrari and 742,943 others my true job is clipping everyone view comments

carlossainz DELETE THIS ➥ thecoolerlindblad genuinely want to know what you were doing ➥ lewishamilton yeah man what were you thinking kimiantonelli im going to ignore my photo in hopes of finding about the one next to it ➥ thecoolerlindblad the max meme?? ➥ kimiantonelli no the one before it ➥ thecoolerlindblad my ugly brother? ➥ kimiantonelli YOU KNOW WHICH ONE ➥ thecoolerlindblad no im not sure georgerussell im sensing a recurring pattern in this slideshow ➥ thecoolerlindblad delusional maxverstappen that was a rough time for me ➥ thecoolerlindblad that was yesterday ➥ maxverstappen yeah rough time. arvidlindblad DELETE BEFORE I TELL MUM ➥ thecoolerlindblad she already knows 😘 user64 anything you'd like to tell us ➥ thecoolerlindblad hmm no not really ➥ user64 OMG YOU REPLIED landonorris notice how im not here? its cos im unclippable ➥ thecoolerlindblad your photos were so bad i couldnt bare to subject others to that horror charlesleclerc esteban and ollie holding the baby is taking me out ➥ estebanocon we were excellent with the baby actually ➥ olliebearman natural instincts ➥ arvidlindblad stop saying things like that pierregasly HOLY MY ARMS ➥ isackhadjar self glaze ➥ pierregasly can you blame me alexalbon random soft launch is killing me ➥ olliebearman what soft launch ➥ alexalbon be serious for once olliebearman slide 8 is my favourite personally ➥ thecoolerlindblad shocker ➥ landonorris HE CANNOT BE NORMAL

thecoolerlindblad

liked by lilymhe, olliebearman and 329,483 others life without chasing people for their passports (directed) view comments

olliebearman i said i was sorry ➥ thecoolerlindblad not enough unfortunately lilymhe lets leave our bfs! ➥ thecoolerlindblad i agree! ➥ alexalbon what ➥ olliebearman what isackhadjar whos taken the first 2 photos ➥ thecoolerlindblad a very talented photographer ➥ olliebearman thank you ➥ gabrielbortoleto OH BROTHER arvidlindblad im uncomfortable with the vibes here ➥ thecoolerlindblad then leave kimiantonelli why does this look so fun ➥ olliebearman because i have so much aura ➥ kimiantonelli never say that again pierregasly crazy self glazing from ollie ➥ olliebearman YOU LITERALLY COMMENTED ABOUT YOUR ARMS YESTERDAY ➥ pierregasly different situation entirely user88 “life without chasing people for their passports” meanwhile the people are literally in the photos 😭

olliebearman

liked by thecoolerlindblad, alexanderamalenaleclerc and 596,842 others why won't it let me add more photos view comments

thecoolerlindblad oh brother ➥ olliebearman what ➥ thecoolerlindblad nothing this is actually very sweet georgerussell fascinating curation choices here ➥ thecoolerlindblad george you talk like a museum guide maxverstappen the caption makes this significantly worse somehow ➥ olliebearman i hit the limit unfortunately lilymhe these are GORGEOUS omg ➥ thecoolerlindblad he follows me around with a camera bro ➥ olliebearman because you're nice to look at ➥ landonorris HE CANNOT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS alexalbon slide 7 being her literally just eating ➥ olliebearman important moment to me personally kimiantonelli THE PERCY JACKSON PHOTO HELP ➥ thecoolerlindblad he took that after making fun of me btw olliebearman and i'd do it again arvidlindblad why do you have this many photos of my sister ➥ olliebearman why dont YOU ➥ arvidlindblad because im normal isackhadjar bro posts like a proud mother on facebook ➥ olliebearman thank you ➥ isackhadjar not a compliment carmenmmundt the holi photo omg 😭❤️ ➥ thecoolerlindblad that one was actually cute ill allow it

thecoolerlindblad

liked by olliebearman, isackhadjar and 492,444 others a VERY serious athlete view comments

olliebearman i am extremely serious actually ➥ thecoolerlindblad evidence suggest otherwise landonorris why is he biting a helmet like that ➥ olliebearman because i can arvidlindblad this is what i have to compete with in my family groupchat btw ➥ thecoolerlindblad they just like him better isackhadjar middle photo is insane ➥ olliebearman i was hydrated georgerussell consistent lack of composure across all three images ➥ olliebearman composure is overrated user92 HES IN THE FAMILY GROUPCHAT ALREADY user64 when did this happen ➥ thecoolerlindblad i fear you're a little behind

thecoolerlindblad

liked by olliebearman, carmenmmundt and 342,874 others home is 6'2 and british 😛😛 view comments

landonorris i am never opening instagram again ➥ thecoolerlindblad you'll be back in 20 minutes ➥ oscarpiastri i give it 6 minutes arvidlindblad i have officially lost all authority in my own household ➥ stefanlindblad you never had any before ➥ thecoolerlindblad EXACTLY thank you dad olliebearman home is 5'9 and indian ❤️ by creator georgerussell this represents long-term attachment behaviour ➥ thecoolerlindblad george i swear thomasbearman can you come over soon ollie's really boring ➥ thecoolerlindblad OF COURSE ➥ olliebearman RUDE maxverstappen he's tall so fair enough ➥ olliebearman thank you max user74 HIS COMMENT MATCHING HER CAPTION THEYRE SO CUTE

a/n HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE

[srenique]

⌑ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⌑ ⌇ @ 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 | ‌ | ‌ | 𝑤𝑤𝑤.𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎.𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐌 𝐀 !

𝟎𝟏 — the curse !

WHAT NOW ? hal had warned richard john grayson of the engagement curse. pfft. as if that would happen to him. he proposed as quickly as he could without bursting, but turns out that curse was real. jiminy crickets.

WHY CARE ? pining!dick for his own fiancée, chaotic!dick, chaotic!reader, chaotic!relationship, everyone is a legendary cockblock, hal is a little annoying in this sorry guys, fluff! nasty smut, though, they try to initiate in this, dick wants that cookie so bad guys, realistic body!reader, acting ceo!dick, someone needs to fix this sitch, moaner!dick, pussydrunk!dick, he quite literally becomes pathetic for pussy, munch!dick, doggy, reader is folded like a deckchair at some point, um, fingering, mentions of m. masturbation, reader’s swept up in wedding planning,

FOOTNOTES ? none, just enjoy! lmk what you think in the comments/reblogs !

Don’t get engaged, Hal had said. You’d go into some kind of chastity curse. Sex? Zilch. Game? Nada. It’s like you’ve completely lost interest for months.

DICK GRAYSON didn’t believe that. With how regularly you both had sex, it felt like nothing would ever change, so Hal could go suck a dick. He ended up proposing to you the next week, extravagant, dinner, wine, made you think there was a ring in your champagne, no, he put it in a rose that he gave you at the end of your date. The massive fucking diamond in the middle of the prettiest rose you’d ever seen, plus a floral arrangement right in the spot where you two first met was more than enough for you to say yes.

Everyone was thrilled. You answered the questions, the collisions of when’s the wedding? and how did he do it?, along with the dozens of engagement parties planned for you and Dick by every single one of your mutual friends. Donna had put something together, Steph, Wally, the whole lot of ‘em lining up parties within a month or two.

Dick was panting, his cock was twitching inside you, his lips stamping sloppy kisses into the curve of your neck while he thrusted hard, fast, messy, into you.

“Fuck, honey,” He panted, tips of his messy hair clinging to his forehead, “such a pretty— pretty fuckin’ pussy, huh? Takin’ me so well.” He’d been more talkative lately during sex. Since the idea of proposing stuck in his head, even more so now that he’d finally done it. “C’mon, Mrs Grayson, come for me. Please?” His thumb flicked at your clit, drawing gasps from you — “dick!” — all while he couldn’t stop his moans, headboard slamming into the wall. “You’re so close, honey, hm?”

It was times like these where the rest of the world stopped existing. Where everything else faded to grey, as erotic as the moment was, he was still kissing the apples of your cheeks and babbling on about how much you meant to him. His pretty eyelashes tickled your temple, his lips grazed your cheekbone, his prayers blessed your lips—

Buzz.

He perked up from your face. His hips stilled. His head snapped to his phone on your bedside table.

Buzz. There it was again, his phone lighting up with Bruce’s name on the notification. He could just ignore that. Fuck. But what if it was important? What if Bruce needed him? What would be the consequences of him ignoring it? As much as he loved having sex with you, he’d rather Batman not show up at his window when he was balls deep in you. So he conceded, his head hung, huffing. “Is that Bruce?” You asked, expectant. Of course it was Bruce.

“Yeah.” He muttered, groaning. “Sorry— sorry, baby, I have to get this.” He — so painstakingly — pulled out, dick still hard and screaming at him as he got up from the bed. At least you got the view of his abs and ass when he grabbed his phone. Sure enough, it was Bruce, calling him for backup in a last-minute drug ring bust. “B’s asking me to back him up on a drug bust.”

“That’s pretty important.” You mused, propping yourself on your elbows to brush a kiss to his lips. “Go. Kick some ass.” He’d rather grab some ass. Your ass specifically, but somehow Bruce was the world’s greatest cockblock, so he had to go.

“Yeah, I will.” That soothed his frustration a little, and he pecked your lips to savour your taste a little longer. Then again. His smile was brighter than the lamp in the corner, dimple creasing his cheek. “And, when I’m back, I’ll pick this back up.” He paused, scanning the length of your body, draped like a Greek statue under the sheets, he almost forgot Bruce’s text entirely. Jesus fuck, you were ethereal. His breath stuttered, eyebrows raising, jaw slacking, head tilting to the right. You could’ve sworn he moaned just by looking at you. “I mean—”

You smacked his chest. “Go.” You shoved him off you, laughing, to which his mock-hurt glance didn’t breeze by you. Even so, he grabbed his compression shorts and underwear, slipping them on.

“You know, Hal was telling me something funny. A week before I proposed.” He snorted lightly. A chastity curse? Surely getting engaged meant more sex than ever, right?

You twisted to face him better as he shimmied into the Kevlar. “And what’s that?”

“Just that—” He shoved one leg into his suit, “getting engaged puts some, like, chastity curse. That’s stupid, right?” It wasn’t already happening, right?

You also snickered, drinking from the water bottle he kept beside the bed. “Yeah, that’s— that sounds like a him problem, if he and Carol can’t get it up.”

“Yeah… yeah. Sounds right.” He bounded back in for one more peck before he went. His nose nuzzled yours, swiping your chin with his thumb. His lashes tickled your cheek. His chuckle buzzed on your lips. “I’ll make this quick.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No, take your time, I’m not risking my husband’s safety.”

He got giddy, grinning, lifting your leg so he could press an open-mouthed kiss to your ankle. “You better call me that when I’m fucking you later.”

“Only if you come back safe.” Oh, yeah, he was coming back safe. He fixed his domino mask on, kissing your forehead with a mumbled ‘bye’ before leaping out your bedroom window.

That was the last time he saw you naked.

Your plaid was half-unbuttoned.

All so Dick could shove his hand under your top and pull down your bra, all in favour of sucking on your tits while he sat you on the counter. The shirt half-hanging off your shoulders, half-untucked, bra cups pushing under your tits from where Dick had messily pulled them down, your legs hitched around his waist. You’d clocked from early in the dating stage that he had an oral fixation. Licking sauce off his fingers when he cooked, clicking his tongue when his mouth sat idle, sucking on your tits and clit like it owed him rent. This was a regular occurrence.

Your hands were buried in his hair, keeping there as he gave your nipples the same love he gave your pussy. Greedy, sloppy, moaning, flicking at the tit not in his mouth with a wet thumb, pads of his fingers groping. It was this shit that made foreplay equal to sex. But you had to go in ten minutes.

You didn’t know what they had planned, but Donna, Kori and Steph had arranged your first of three bachelorette parties. They couldn’t agree on one idea, so they planned three separate parties, plus arranged your dress fitting, cake tasting, decor viewing, etc., all in the span of one month. And it’d been a week since he last fucked you— well, half-fucked, because when he came back from the raid, you were asleep and he was too tired, so he knocked out.

“These pretty fuckin’ tits, huh?” He spoke against the softness, kissing at the swell, his own hands acting as your long-forgotten bra. “Gotta give your pussy the same treatment, don’t I?” But that’s when you pulled his head away from your chest. Oh, no. “Don’t tell me.”

“They’re coming any minute.” You cringed, but kissed his cheek to placate him as you tugged your bra back up. “I promise, I promise you’ll be able to eat me out later.”

He pouted. “Can’t do that, honey, Wally, Alfred, Bruce and Jason are takin’ me to my tux fitting.”

“Tomorrow, then.” You pecked his lips this time, buttoning your shirt. You had no clue what type of bachelorette party involved wearing your oldest plaid and pair of jeans. “I swear, we’ll get our time.”

He hummed, nodding. No, no, this wasn’t a stupid chastity curse, this was your schedules being busy. That had happened before. He could go without eating your pussy, he wouldn’t have withdrawal symptoms. It wasn’t like his balls were already cerulean, that— that would be immature. So immature—

He was having withdrawal symptoms. How could he go without eating your pussy? It was his favourite meal, what the— what the fuck—

His eyelids were weighted. His suit lay sweaty on the couch. He’d taken a shower, he’d washed the grime off his body.

His lips still found your skin, kissing up your neck. Open mouthed, insistent, wanting. Basically let’s fuck, honey in invisible love stamps on your skin. You could feel bandaged knuckles brushing down the length of your arm. Down your wrist, his warm, slender digits twining with yours, just as he shifted his focus to love your neck.

“Mm.” He hummed, your toothbrush swiping across your teeth pausing. Another kiss to your pulse. “Missed you.” He breathed, guiding your hand in his to the waistband of your loose-fitting shorts. Only stopping when you gave the hm for him to stop. Stop?

Yeah. He could do that.

He drew his hand back, peering at your face. “Tired?” He asked. You had been out to taste more cakes and start your dress-choosing. So, in true him fashion, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips instead.

“A little.” You murmured against his lips, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Thanks for your consideration.”

“Psh, that’s—” He dramatically waved a hand, “— that’s no biggie. I’m not a monster.” He took the toothpaste and smeared it over his own brush, running it under the tap. “What’s the agenda tomorrow?”

“You have the second of your day-long bachelor parties.” You side-glanced to him as he brushed his canines. “You sure Roy hasn’t hired any strippers?” It was a cautious thought, since most bachelor parties involved strippers. At leased televised ones did.

He just snorted, kissing your hand with foamy lips from the toothpaste. It left a white mark on you. “If Roy hired strippers, I’m putting ‘im in the Hudson. Or the Potomac. Whichever’s closer.” His hard fucking boner was pressed into your thigh. Not because of the thought of strippers in general, just cause the mention of strippers instantly took him to the night of your engagement. You’d given him a striptease, nothing big— it totally didn’t make him almost come in his best trousers.

“That’s my Dickie.” You gently tapped his ass, then grabbed his hand. “C’mon, come to bed with me.”

He waggled his eyebrows jokingly, but followed after spitting and rinsing his mouth. Sex could wait.

It’s been one month since his cock was last in your pussy. Nothing was cutting it. Jacking off in the shower wasn’t helping anything, any time he’d try to start something, you’d have some wedding planning thing that he’d left to you so you’d have your perfect wedding— why did he leave the planning to you when you asked? He just made it so he couldn’t make you feel good, but even him volunteering to be at everything but the bachelorette and dress-choosing did fuck all. He was officially in a sex deficit, just like Hal had warned him.

Was it pathetic to want to go down on his fiancée that badly? No, surely not. It wasn’t totally normal, of you were a normal guy, normal men should go through shit when they haven’t pleased their lady. That’s how it should be, at least in Richard John Grayson’s world.

You were curled up on the sofa, head in his lap, How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days serving as background music. The scene where Kate Hudson showed up in a yellow dress and you could practically see Matthew McConaughey’s heart beat out of his chest. Your favourite scene and you were too asleep to see it.

His thumb stil swept over the crown of your head to help you sleep. You always smacked his hand when he scratched— something about spending a lot of time on your hair. He always tuned out to admire your frown, confused, pretty smile and how your voice sounded out his name.

He really was pathetic. But never apologetic for it.

Eventually, he had to get you to bed, otherwise you’d wake up with sore muscles from sleeping funny. He turned off the TV, lifted your head with one hand, rising from the sofa with a soft grunt. He slid his feet into his fluffy slippers with #1 Fucker on them (Jason got them as a gag gift) — and hoisted you into a princess carry, cradling your head to his chest.

It was pitch black, no problem, he knew the floor plan of the apartment off by heart and blindfolded. How many steps it was from the couch to the bedroom door. How many steps from the bedroom door to the mattress. How many steps he’d have to walk to get you a midnight snack.

He had to lay you down on the bed without waking you up, he should’ve known that’d fail. Your arms winding around his neck and sleepy hum triggered the chain reaction of his ears heating up and turning scarlet.

Your hand smacked his cheek in an attempt to find your face. He recoiled. “Honey—”

“Sorry,” You mumbled, soothing the blow with the backs of your knuckles. You were caressing his forehead; your eyes weren’t even opened, “wanted to make sure it was you.”

“What would you do if it wasn’t?” That was a little concerning.

“Scream. Kick. Pepper spray.”

“You don’t have pepper—” You pulled pepper spray out of your waistband, he plucked it out of your hand. “— that could go off while you’re sleeping—” You landed on the bed with a small ‘oomph’, tugging him on top of you. “Sweetheart, we should— mmf.” His head landed right on your chest, his eyes closed. On your tits. Yeah, he could stay here. Your hand carded into his hair, which felt nice. Really nice. He might wake up tomorrow with a raging boner. Oh, no.

But he was too starved for your hands, he couldn’t really stop himself from hugging your waist and mouthing at the soft swell soothingly. To him, or to you, he didn’t know.

Your hand was still there the next morning. What was new, though, was his hard-on poking into your shin. He predicted it, didn’t make it any less obvious that he was this desperate for you after a month of waiting.

“Hon?” He said softly, but you didn’t stir.

Well, your pussy was right there. Still, he didn’t want to do anything without your permission. So he pushed himself up, stroked your cheek with his knuckles till your lashes fluttered and you murmured a sleepy “what?”.

“Can I—”

“Yeah.” He instantly got to it. Reaching down, his thumb found your clit over his boxers, rubbing his thumb over your clit. Your soft moan went straight to his aching dick, which he ground into the bed as he kissed up your soft thighs. Over the creases in your skin, the lightning bolts imprinted on your skin. Mouth hovering over his boxers.

Your phone started ringing. Fuck.

Your head popped up. “Shit.”

“Really?” He huffed, his head dropping to the bed. “How many times have we been interrupted?”

“I’m so sorry, I—” You grabbed your phone, which was blowing up with messages from Steph about how you’d miss your third (fourth? Fifth?) cake tasting if you didn’t get your ass out the door. Your head thudded back.

“You have to go?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll…” He gestured to his crotch. “I’ll sort this out myself. Go, have your fun.” He smiled, pecking your lips. “I’ll get out some clothes for you, sweetheart.” He shuffled off the bed and to your closet.

He was done. Not with the engagement, fuck no, he was just done with the dry spell. The fucking dry spell and that this stupid schedule was governing when and where he got to show you how much he loved you.

So he made a plan. He had the Emporio Armani perfume that you loved. He’d sprayed himself with it. He wore those Calvin Klein sweatpants that he was gifted from a modelling stint he did for them, you loved the way they looked on him. Calvin Klein boxers to complete the set. No shirt, so you could see the promise ring from a year into you dating resting just between the slope of his collarbone. He’d even bought some body glow oil that was clearly meant for women, but it was desperate times.

Now he knew how women felt when getting ready for their husbands. Or boyfriends. Or situationships. He was inclusive, ok?

He’d essentially become sex on legs, wearing everything that’d turn you on in hopes that you’d drop your girls’ night out for a couples’ night in (if you catch his drift). Time could only tell. Or your sex drive could.

He caught an audible moan before it could escape when he saw you getting ready. You hadn’t put on your clothes yet, just a dressing gown with a hint of cotton and lace peeking from behind the silk of it. Hair freshly dried, swiping your favourite lipstick over the pout of your lips.

He couldn’t wait to get that all over his mouth.

“Hey,” He grinned, strolling in, hands finding your hips as soon as he was in proximity. Swiping his thumbs over the dips, lowering his head so his lips pressed to your creamy skin. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.” He hummed, sucking your skin between your teeth until it turned an angry red. You gasped, clapping a hand over it.

“Dick, I— I’m about to leave.” You stammered, swiping a thumb over the red bruise. “Now I have to use more concealer—” You paused. What was that smell? You breathed in. Shit. “You’re wearing…” He was wearing the Armani perfume. The fucking Armani perfume that you smelled on him once and spent the rest of the day riding him till he was too pussydrunk to speak.

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’, now you wished he’d pop your cherry, licking over a spot on the hinge of your jaw that made you shudder. The tip of his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “Cancel your plans, honey.” He whispered in your ear.

You almost faltered. “Dick, I would, but Kori, Babs, Donna, the girls’ night, it’s in thirty minutes.”

“Just text them. Cancel. Say you’re ill, or you’ve got food poisoning.”

“They’ll break down my door with broth and ginger.”

“You’ve got chlamydia.”

“Steph and Donna both know you get regular checkups and that you’d never touch me with your eight-inch pole if you had chlamydia.” Rude, he was like ten inches.

He almost pulled out his hair. Instead, he stared at you in the mirror. “Tell me. Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve had sex?”

You blinked. “Is that relevant to…” Your resolve almost faltered when you saw the sheen of his skin and how his sweats framed those goddamn thighs. Jesus. “… whatever this is?” Your voice turned breathless, but you fixed it with a sharp cough.

“Very.”

“Fine, um, a week.”

“Freezing. It’s been a month.”

“What?!”

He scoffed, guffawed, even. That’s a word he didn’t know he even had in his repertoire. Guffawed. “You didn’t know? You’re telling me you haven’t felt the absence of any sexual intimacy for a whole month?” Maybe he wasn’t good enough at sex for you to also have withdrawal symptoms. Maybe it was just him that was hopelessly addicted to your heavenly pussy.

“We’ve been doing so much, I kind of forgot sex existed.” You replied, fully turning to face him. “Now that I say that, it sounds worse.”

“Because it is worse.”

“So… Hal was right.”

“Looks like.” He cocked his head. “But I don’t think Hal is the healthiest thing to, you know, talk about right now.”

You nodded, muttering a soft “yeah”. A few familiar tingles stirring up heat in your gut, burning a trail down to your achingly empty cunt. You took him in again. Your thighs clenched.

The last thing you remember was hitting the send button on a text cancelling your girls’ night and silencing your phone. By the time your phone clattered to your dressing table and knocked over your closed concealer, his lips consumed yours.

The first sloppy drag of his lips on yours was raw, charged— and he was pressing you down onto the bed, tongue licking over your lips, encouraging your lips to fall open so he could suck on your tongue, pulling a moan from deep down your throat. You couldn’t compute his lips blazing a trail down your neck, leaving his saliva-soaked prints all over your skin. His tongue swirled and licked your tit into his mouth, sucking hard.

Your back arched straight off the bed, a broken moan tearing from your throat as two fingers slid over your sternum, down your stomach, over the curve of it, circling your clit with the tip of his finger before pressing with his thumb. That, him moaning into your tits as he switched to the other and the lit nerve endings from his thumb flicking at your severely neglected clit, two fingers sliding in and out quickly to test how wet you actually were.

You couldn’t tell what you were saying. Choked, soft gasps and cries of how good he was doing, his hands flying up to grasp your hips.

Flipping you over. Your cheek pressed into the pillows, his tongue licking a hot stripe up your soaking cunt. The sound you let out was obscene. Though it was mixed with his.

“Fuck, this gorgeous pussy missed me, huh?” He panted between slobbering licks, messy, uncoordinated, almost as if he’d been starved for a month. “I missed you too,” He muttered before he started licking again.

You had a sneaking feeling he was talking to your pussy like she was a person.

Maybe you’d go on Reddit to ask if this was normal.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he propped you up on your knees, grabbed your ass and spread you, fucking his tongue into your cunt with concerning vigor. “O—Oh,” You gasped, fingers curling into the sheets.

Your knees were pressed to your chest in a way that was almost uncomfortable, but your white pillows were darkened by a pool of doll as his tongue slid in and out of your dripping pussy. He came up to speak, “Touch yourself, sweets, yeah?” He ordered softly, dipping back down so he could thrust his tongue back into you.

Your hand slid under your body to find your clit, rolling it under your fingers just like he did, pressure stacking in your stomach from the overstimulation. Soon enough, you were coming and he drank it all up, save for small pools that stained your bedsheets. You were about to push yourself up when his gentle hand on your back kept you pressed down, undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants and shoved those and his boxers down just enough for his painfully hard cock to make itself known.

You let out an embarrassing whine. “Dick, please—”

“I got you, hon, shh,” He whispered, shifting you closer so your ass was nestled against his length. He lined himself up, pushing his tip inside you— fuck. Fuck. Shit. You were tight, really tight, or that you were clamping down on him due to the intrusion that hadn’t happened for one whole month. He stroked your back, kissing it as he eased himself further in until his tip kissed your cervix.

His head dropped to rest against the dip in your back, gasping like he was a fucking virgin. “Baby, you—” A strangled sound forced through his lips, “so tight, n’ warm, you fuckin’ angel—” He couldn’t help but move, thrusting into you, holding your ass tightly, eyes shut, working off pure muscle memory. Groping your tits with one hand, slipping his hand from your hips to your stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock inside you.

He was clearing your schedule first chance he got.

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart,” He was babbling out everything that was on his mind, “missed this fucking pussy, missed you, been thinking about you every day — haah, s’tight —”

His tip was bullying your cervix, your eyes were burning the back of your head, mumbling “s’good”, “just like that” and “missed you” into the plush, goose feather pillows. You were close, embarrassingly close, he knew by the pitch up of your voice and how your walls fluttered around his pulsing cock.

A guttural groan ripped from his chest— shit, he came. He actually came that quick.

To sweeten the wound, however, he could hear your close-shriek of his name as you came, gushing around his dick, sending tingles up his body. He pulled out, still hard, turning you over wile heavy breaths puffed from his lungs. “You ok?” He asked, sweeping his thumb over your forehead with a loving smile.

“Great.” You nodded, smiling, also breathless while wiping your saliva from your messy, coated, smeared-red lips. Your eyes dropped to his dick. “Wanna take care of that?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He leaned down to kiss you, his nose bumping clumsily against yours. He was still recovering. “If you’re up to it.”

“Richard John Grayson.” His heart almost went cold. “We haven’t had sex for a month. We’re not stopping for hours.”

Oh. Oh.

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[srenique]

-- PRETTY BOY ANTHEM

VICTIM #1 : jason peter todd. you saw him, you wanted him. quiet boy in the back of the library, too built for a guy with his nose shoved in a battered copy of jane eyre. he thought he knew girls like you, the same shaking tactic worked every time. not this time, you weren’t the girls who tried to win him over with batted lashes. you just had a stronger will than them.

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ADDITIONALS : bad girls (m.i.a)

The librarian took an eyeful of your ass when you walked in. She was on the phone with her loving boyfriend.

You didn't mind one bit. You'd come in for a copy of Sense and Sensibility so you could scoff at the characters, but it wasn't like you'd dress for the occasion. Even if you stuck out like a sore thumb in tiny denim shorts.

The library was pretty much a hunting ground. More often than not you found the best fuck from the boys and girls with their heads in a book. Bars had been filled with men who think they're more well endowed than they are, but the three inch dicks spoke for themselves.

A nerd you had sex with last week sidled up to you, rubbing the back of his neck. The vomit green sweater he had on almost made you retch. Some guys had such terrible fashion choices. "Hey." He murmured, side-glancing you, your nose almost wrinkled. "Remember me? You said you'd call me."

You almost laughed. "I did, didn't I? I guess the bad sex just put me off."

"You said it was amazing." He mumbled, his face flushing. You didn't miss his glance to your tits.

You actually laughed this time, snapping your fingers in his face. "Eyes up here." You smirked, looking him over. Your hand ran down the coarse fibres of his sweater. "Practice how to fuck a girl, then I'll call you." A six foot two hunk of something walked through the shelves behind the guy you were currently talking to.

This guy had your attention. He'd settled himself at a table with Jane Eyre, pushing his glasses up his nose as he opened the book, perusing the front page. Huh. Graphic tee, leather jacket, worn jeans and this guy was musing over a classic.

Your eyes swept him, the lip bite was involuntary but he just triggered that. His jaw was begging for some purple marks, you could lick up that popping vein in his neck. Leather creaked and strained against his biceps— mm, what you wouldn't give to ride those. The pretty flush on his cheeks, they'd bloom a deep scarlet when you get him under you. Not if, when.

Who's this? And did he know he was making your panties wet?

"Bitch." The guy beside you — Mark, or something boring like that — grunted as he walked off.

"This bitch made you call her mommy." You clapped back, eyes still on the fine man across the room. His lips were rosy, you just knew this man ate pussy.

Your heels thunked on the carpet as you strutted over. "Have we met before?" You asked, drawing his attention away from the book. "Could've sworn I've seen you from somewhere." Yeah, the line was overused. That was the point.

"Uh, no, we haven't." Jason replied awkwardly, even more so as your palms rested on the table. He got a full view of you. Your skin had the glow of body oil, your gloss put a magnifying glass to your lips, crisp eyeliner, sunglasses perched on your head — who the fuck wore those to be indoors — chain dangling from your neck. Following the metal led to a clear view of your chest hidden by the lace of a bra peeking over a leopard print cami. You looked like you'd walked out of a Y2K magazine, like all the girls who’d shoved their tits in his face. He wasn’t dealing with that again. "Can I... help you with something?" He had pretty eyes. Where does a man get off, having those eyes?

You pointed to the book about American history beside him. “Can you pass me that?” Of all the god-awful flirting tactics that usually worked, it didn’t this time. He just muttered “sure” and passed you the book, going back to Jane Eyre.

What the fuck? How thick was his skull?

You walked out with frustration bubbling under heated skin. That was the first time a man didn’t stutter at the sight of you. He’d just acted like a book was more interesting than your lips. Fuck him for being that sexy and playing hard to get.

You’d missed his flush when his eyes fixed on your thighs as you exited.

Your stupid Carerra Cabriolet had broken down on the side of the road, when it was fucking boiling out. At least you’d chosen another tank today, it made things a little easier for you when you had your tools out, bent under the bonnet of the car, trying to figure out the problem.

The roar of a bike almost deafened you, until it stopped right beside you. Your eyes locked on faded Levis, biker boots, but those arms were unmistakeable. The tip of your tongue traced the outline of your canine, lips stretching the longer you recognised that build, those god-gifted hands that were tracing the pages of a book just a few days ago.

Would you look at that. The library hottie.

He lifted his helmet off, ruffling his flattened hair so it’d stick up. The black fell in front of mossy green eyes, which took you in. You were the same girl from the library, the one who he accidentally checked out when you walked away. The sun kissed your thighs from its perch in the sky, his gaze trailed up, up, tracing, memorising the black lace of panties peeking above the waistband of your shorts like they did again with your tank top. You seemed to be a fan of that. Your chest rose and fell with every laboured breath. He caught the tongue tracing your canine. Maybe he shouldn’t have stopped.

“Car trouble?” He asked, hooking his helmet on the handlebars of his bike. “That’s some great luck, in this heat.” His eyes followed a bead of sweat trailing down your neck. His tongue ached— fuck, why was it doing that?

“I sure am lucky.” You replied, velvet voice making something in his fingers twitch. And somewhere else that he wouldn’t mention right now. “D’you know your way around cars? I could use some help here.”

He should say no. He should say he didn’t know shit then drive off in his bike, but he wasn’t a liar and he wasn’t gonna strand you out here in high heats. So, yeah, he took his swelteringly hot jacket off — fashion over comfort if he wasn’t Red Hood — slinging it over your car’s trunk. “Yeah. Yeah, I can help.” He was so going to regret this.

Your eyes were still on him. The black highlighting your eyes only making warmth creep up his spine and making its way to his ears, but you didn’t budge. You just stared. His hands hovered by either sides of your waist, eyes tracing the curves, the rolls of your stomach as you bent a little towards him. A soft “fuck” was at the tip of his tongue.

His hands gripped your waist, moving you gently— shit, the callouses on his hands. They were rough on your skin; you weren’t afraid to somehow into that. Maybe all the men who overuse hand cream sensitised you to the guys who actually used their hands. “Sorry, can I just…”

He was keeping talking to a minimum. It made you smile, especially as his black tank brushed your back and his fingers pressed into the skin where your tank rode up. “Sorry.” He mumbled again, looking under the bonnet. His eyes caught the spark plug. “Here.” He gestured to your spark plug. “You’ve got a worn spark plug. Got a spare?”

“Yeah, I do.” You bent down, you felt his eyes slide over your ass, greedy, and down your legs, stopping at your high-heeled boots. Ripping his eyes away from you as you stood up, crisp wing striking again. He didn’t miss the glint in your irises when he took the plug from you, manicured nails scraping his fingers. His soft muttered “thanks” punctuated the replacement of the spark plug, and without another word, he backed off to his bike. Hoping to get away before his brain betrayed him.

“Can I get your number?” Your voice stopped him in his tracks. He tried not to look at your lips, your moving jaw as you chewed on spearmint gum that burned the back of his throat. “In case this kinda thing happens again. I could use a guy who’s good with his hands.” You really would use him.

“I, um, ok.” He swallowed, putting out his hand for your phone. You gave it to him, the freakishly soft pads of your fingers caressing his knuckles this time. He was fucked. But he keyed in his phone number, pressing the ‘save contact’ button and giving it back to you. You read the contact name.

“Jason.” His name slid over your tongue, through his veins, straight to his dick. What was it about you? He swore he was better than this. “Can finally put a name to the face.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t.” He regretted that as soon as it left his mouth. Now he couldn’t avoid making a connection, treating you like you actually meant something in his life. If he let you mean something, you’d distract him, he knew your type.

Oh, he didn’t know shit about you.

Your laugh shot up his spine, your name rang a million times in his brain when you gave it. It rang in the daydream of you on top of him, clothed pussy moving slow, languid, over his cock. It rang every time he moaned your name in that fucked up image. He— he had to stop that. Now. “See you.” He almost tripped over his words, swinging a leg to mount his bike. Your smile was fresh in his head. Your tongue, your teeth that and caught your bottom lip as you watched him drive away.

You’d have him. One way or another.

Your name lit up his phone one random Friday afternoon. A text, a simple one. Your shower stopped working suddenly and you needed his help.

“M’not a fucking plumber,” He muttered, but it was pathetic how quickly he stood up and got his jacket on. Pathetic was how fast his index hooked his keys like he was, line and sinker. Maybe he was your plumber. And mechanic. He could be anything you wanted him to be.

This was either the start of a really bad joke, or highly erotic pornography.

He hesitated before knocking on your door. Ignoring how he’d spent the last five minutes driving above the speed limit. Denial was one of five stages of grief, or its distant cousin: horniness.

He waited. One minute second, two minutes seconds, three— the door swung open.

A silk robe was wrapped around your body. Tied in a knot. Damp hair plastered to your cheeks, valley of your tits covered with cascading droplets that disappeared down the V of the fabric. Very… flimsy fabric that was covering you. Barely. Your no-gloss smile still stole his gaze. How were your lashes curled with no mascara? Your leg peeked out from beneath the silk. His breath hitched. His face flushed. “You came.” You purred.

“You called.” He replied stiffly, stepping in. Kicking off his shoes by the door. Your apartment was… luxurious, but he wasn’t expecting less. He was almost expecting a brothel. But that was stereotyping, he wasn’t a big fan of that. “So, your shower just stopped working?”

“Out of the blue.”

“What makes you think I know how to fix it?”

“A hunch.” The grin you had on made him feel like he ate shit. The defeatist sigh was his white flag.

“Your hunch would be right.” You notched the win on your robe’s belt. You watched his ass as he disappeared into your bathroom. Bingo.

It wasn’t like you were lying about the shower, it had stopped right before you were about to put on a hair mask. It just gave you a very good excuse to call your pet project over.

“Looks like it’s a pipe issue, I got it.” He called over his shoulder. This bathtub was bigger than his single bed. But then again it attested to the difference between la bourgeoisie and la pété thune. Draped over a radiator was your loungewear. Tiny things— rib-knit cami, sleep shorts that probably stopped just short of your ass, matching white panties. In a row, right there.

The panties caught his eye. They were soft, lace at the trim, satin otherwise, fuckin’ gorgeous. You wore those. Just to sleep, you wore those. What the fuck. Why the fuck. Why the fuck was his mouth watering? His tongue heavy? Aching? Begging to circle your clit over the fabric with his tongue just so he could watch the fabric dampen, drench, cling to your cunt? He had to get out of here. Drive off. Start a new life, maybe crash at Dick’s place in Blüdhaven. He’d be safer there.

He found the pipe problem. He fixed it, it was backed up. The panties called his name; since when was he susceptible to that?

“Those were a gift from Victoria’s Secret.” He hadn’t noticed his gaze was fixed on the white fabric draped on the radiator. It snapped back to you. You were leaning against the doorframe, tongue back on your canine. Now that he looked again, he realised it was pointy, like a vampire.

Now that he looked again, he wanted it to drag up his neck.

He looked back at the panties, back to you, tripping over his tongue. “I—I didn’t mean to—” He still stood up, ready to plead guilty and for forgiveness, but your hum stopped his train of thoughts.

You pointed at the panties, tilting your head. “You can keep those.” His brain almost short-circuited. Huh? “I don’t mind.” This was… if you were sane, you’d kick him out. Scream. Maybe get a restraining order.

“I—” Words caught in his throat, “you—”

“Keep them.” You insisted softly, picking up the panties, finger hooking into his belt loops. A sharp tug brought him close, too close for his dick to be comfortable in his jeans. Your fingers slipped into his front pocket of his Levis, tucking the satin panties into them. Never breaking eye contact. Your spearmint breath fanning across his lips. “Never gave you a proper thank you. For saving me twice.”

“You don’t need to do that.” He almost leaned in himself. To get a taste of whatever was on your tongue, to satiate himself while he didn’t have access to your pussy.

Your lips tugged. Into a smile that burned his insides. “Sure?”

“No.” He breathed, and his whole body melted before your lips even captured his. More like devoured. That was a better word for the nasty smack of lips on lips and how your nails carded into his hair. How you pushed your saliva into his mouth with your tongue, forcing his lips apart with a sharp tug to the hair at his nape.

He couldn’t stop the moan. The whine. His hands helplessly grabbed at your thighs, silk bunching up, itching to undo the robe, lips attaching to your jugular, sloppy, open-mouthed, greedy kisses stamped onto your skin.

You got him.

You’d got him, but you pulled him off your neck by the collar of his shirt. “Another time, sweetie.” His head followed the drag of your finger down his jaw, pressing into your finger as it trailed down his chest. “Gotta finish my shower.”

“When?” He rasped, pupils blown. Dick hard. Breath laboured after you pulled all the oxygen he had from his lungs.

You paused, pouting as you mused. “I’ll call you.”

Fuck.

He wished it was you riding him. He had to settle for your panties instead.

The fabric was soft against his palms, even more so against his dick as he fisted it. This wasn't even a measured affair, his sweats were haphazardly pulled down so the waistband collected around his upper thigh. Same went for his boxers, sheets only covering him from the knees down. Everything was silent, too still, save for his frantic breaths, whimpers and faint thwaps of his hand moving up and down his cock.

He needed your cunt to drag up his dick and make it wet, he needed your pussy to suck in his dick, to use it, use him, he needed your mouth by his ear telling him how good he made you feel. He was incomplete without it.

"Fuck, ma, please," He didn't know why he was begging, when you couldn't hear him. You were in your apartment, you couldn't hear him calling out your name to God knows who. Maybe worshipping at your altar was enough to grant him permission to, y'know, come.

Some sick part of him wanted to call you up. Ask you whether he could finally have an orgasm he'd been chasing for the last thirty minutes, it was a twisted thought, but his hand scrambled for his phone on his bedside table. Almost knocking it over amidst his moans.

He’d put you on speed dial at some point. He’d blacked out when he did, apparently, he couldn’t remember when. Sometime between fantasising you on top of him and picturing eating your pussy. The two weren’t mutually exclusive.

His thumb frantically tapped on the green button, knowing it was an ungodly hour of the morning. Knowing you said you’d call him when you wanted to fuck. He just wasn’t pressed to wait.

But you knew it’d happen. You’d been ticking off the hours in your head, laying on your king-size, for when this six-two hunk of a man would crack and call you, desperate for your permission. You’d played the waiting game before.

So you waited again.

Let the phone ring for ten seconds, really dragging it out, letting him delay himself that tiny bit more for an ego trip. He stared at your caller ID the longer his moans grew louder. His hand slowed down because he hadn’t heard your voice yet, he hadn’t asked you—

“Hello?” Your voice, sickly sweet, rang out from the phone. He put you off speaker, slamming the phone to his ear, so close, so ready, whining into the microphone. Your lips curled on the other end.

You could only hear his breathing. His paced up puffs of breath punctuated by needy whines which had your panties soaking through. Gosh, this really was something. “Speak up, Jason.” You sing-songed, prompting a low groan from him.

“Need t’come, ma.” He couldn’t recognise his own voice. Raspy, hoarse, from all the broken sounds he’d been letting out for god knows how long. “Can I—? Please — shiiiit — please lemme, m’so close.”

Your laugh was taunting. It only shot a shiver up his spine. “Oh, Jay,” He could practically hear your smirk through the phone, “you really need my pussy, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah, I do.” He nodded frantically, hand picking up the pace around his cock. Satin dragging against his skin. “Wanna — haah— feel that fuckin’ pussy around my cock, wanna— wanna taste it, m’gonna eat you so good, ma—”

Huh. You’d managed to break this guy in a matter of a week, an incredible feat, even for your standards. Here he was, babbling about going down on you. Your index crept down to circle your clit over your shorts. Your long sigh soothed his ear. “Mhm, Jay, I know, baby— come f’me?” The sugar talking earned you a deep moan from the other end, the shallow breaths and whimper of your name telling you he’d definitely come. His head thudded back against the pillows, covering his dick with your panties so they caught every thick rope of come. He felt so dirty. “Sounded so good, sweetie." That made it feel better. Less pervy.

There was a pause as he caught his breath and composure. “Fuck, ma, when m’I gonna see you?”

You'd never felt like this before.

Jason's tongue dragged over your cunt, almost folding you in half in the effort to make your thighs clamp around his head. His face was buried in your pussy, slurping whatever you had to give him, so much so that saliva mixed with your dripping arousal. He was moaning, moaning, against your clit, bumping it with his nose.

He was too fucked out to be methodical. Too fucked out from fucking his fist with your satin panties for a week when "I'll call you" was a long time coming. You'd finally told him to come over, after seven tortuous days.

He'd narrowly avoided getting a speeding ticket.

He rolled his hips, humping the bed so his dick would get some friction, pads of his fingers sure-fire bruising your skin, they'd be visible for days. You'd be walking around with his fingerprints blooming just under the hem of your shorts. That was hot.

Obscene slurping sounds had you gripping his hair harder as his thumb flicked and teased your clit, two fingers filling you up. "Oh, shiit, Jay," Your eyes rolled back at the intrusion. You were keeping him, for sure.

His fingers were long. Thick. Crooked from being broken one too many times. They instantly brushed your g-spot, he curled them just right, you couldn't help the moan that came when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. Stacking one thing on top of another so he could make you feel as good as he did over the phone.

"Look at this—" He stopped to whine against your pussy, vibrations sending your head knocking back against your headboard, "this pretty fuckin' pussy, huh?" He was just babbling at this point, trailing off into incoherence the longer he licked you clean. "Kept me waiting so long, ma, jus' wanna make you feel good."

He'd never felt this bliss before.

Your clit dragged on the base of his cock every time you lifted yourself up and dropped back down. Hard slaps of skin on skin was the soundtrack to Jason grabbing your thighs in a frenzy, pupils blown, unable to look away while letting out the most lascivious moans you'd ever heard in your life as his glasses tilted with every bounce of you on his cock.

This was either the start of a really bad joke or highly erotic pornography.

That question got answered real quick.

He propped himself up, to be able to fuck up into you but also kiss the tits that had been taunting him for ages, sucking your nipple into his mouth like it owed him rent. You couldn't help the grab onto the strands of his hair that desperately needed a trim as he sucked insistently, one hand sliding between your thighs so he could rub his name onto your clit with two fingers. You'd spelled out your name in hickeys that spanned his neck and chest. Lipstick prints spanned his jaw and scarlet smeared over his lips.

His green eyes were desperate, looking up at you. "Fuuuck, ma, s'good," He mumbled incoherently, releasing your tits with a slick pop to run aimless kisses over your neck, "s'warm, feels fuckin'—" The smacks of his hips against yours, the smacks of his lips on your skin, they sent you barrelling to a new high.

Your hand messed up his hair, other leaving red trails across his back. Scarlet that any girl would look at and realise that this man belonged to someone. If they didn't get the hint from the smudged lipstick and hickeys. "Yeah, Jay, you're so good, huh?" You praised, his hips picked up the pace. Your head tilted back, clamping down on him, he swore into the crook of your neck. "I'm— m'coming, baby, come with me, yeah?"

"Uh-huh — shit, I — haah —" It was a wave submerging him that reached you too. A cry of each other's names that would end up with a noise complaint at your door the next morning, considering the headboard had been knocking the wall for the past two hours. He'd come inside you, warmth filling you till you felt it in your throat, hand stroking his hair as his breath shuddered against your neck. You were keeping him, for sure.

He lifted his head from your neck, you reached out to wipe the sweat from his flushed temple. His head followed your hand like it held his will to live.

He swallowed, panting. "Was that good?"

© 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED : NXBODYSANGEL. DO NOT MODIFY, REPOST, PLAGIARISE, TAKE DIRECT INSPIRATION FROM OR CLAIM MY WORK AS YOUR OWN WITHOUT PERMISSION OR GIVING CREDIT.

[lateatnewyork]

COLONIZING AT ITS FINEST! 001

pairing: oscar piastri x indian!female!kohli!reader

summary: the indian women's cricket team is in australia the same time as the grid for their ODI tournament. and a certain rookie driver and a rookie cricketer fall for each other.

extra information: reader is kohli's younger sister and is 21, oscar wins the melbourne gp. reader went to a british boarding school so she knows like lando.

ynkohli

liked by BCCIWomens, ishankishan and 547,890 others me n the gang 💯renukasingh (virat's memes are top tier) view comments

viratkohli is that the only photo you could find ➥ ynkohli yeppers landonorris get into finals so i can watch 😞 ➥ ynkohli thats the plan user01 what's lando doing here ➥ ynsno1 yn went to a british boarding school and she met lando in britain when she was out. shes also a huge fan of f1 anushkasharma get the cup !! ➥ ynkohli will do 🫶 user54 why is she so famous compared to other cricketers? /genq ➥ user67 she was an influencer during her teenage years and everybody loved her cos shes rlly funny and shes also virat kohli's sister. mclaren 🏏👀 ➥ ynlover yo wtf ➥ user6 erm what ➥ user08 um renukasingh we ate those photos up ➥ ynkohli realsies!

mclaren

liked by ynkohli, oscarpiastri and 245,765 others i got two tickets to melbourne gp babyy view comments

ynkohli give them to me plsss 🙏 ➥ mclaren bet ➥ user05 IS SHE DATING SOMEONE ON THE GRID ➥ user49 not necessarily shes been a fan since she was a kid danielriccardo COME WITH ME SUNDAY DONT SAY MAYBE ➥ user67 going along with the caption is so him 😭🫶 maxverstappen watch me win... again ➥ lewishamilton hes a bit overconfident? ➥ landonorris ^ ➥ fernandoalonso ^ ➥ georgerussell ^ ➥ charlesleclerc ^ ➥ carlossainz55 ^ ➥ schecoperez ^ ➥ averagef1lover not the whole grid coming after max 😭 ➥ rbrmylove ok but is he wrong ➥ user07 if oscar doesn't win im gonna kms ➥ oscarpiastri dont do that 😓 ➥ user07 HOLY SHIT IM GONNA DIE WTF user03 this is a day after the odi finals 😭 if yn loses shes going to be so sad at the gp

BCCIWomens

liked by oscarpiastri, viratkohli and 350,905 little y/n kohli appreciation post because INDIA IS IN THE FINALS !!!! view comments

user09 what is oscar doing here ➥ ynsno1fan forrealsies user98 SHE DESERVES THIS SM ➥ user05 FR BRO user48 IM SO HAPPY

oscarpiastri

liked by viratkohli, landonorris and 463,218 others little gf appreciation post 💗 view comments

user58 OSCAR SOFT LAUNCHING WAS NOT ON MY 2024 BINGO CARD ➥ user48 SAME cricketlover whats virat doing here? ➥ user52 idk bro f1lover GUYS WHAT IF ITS YN KOHLI ➥ rbrmylove who?? ➥ f1lover shes an indian cricketer ➥ lestappenshipper BRO AND THE BCCI ACCOUNT POSTED AN APPRECIATION FOR YN AND OSCAR LIKED ➥ sixerhitter AND THE CAPTION ON THIS ONE logansargeant youre not slick ➥ oscarpiastri shut up ➥ averagef1fan LOGAN TELL US (ill give u three bucks) ➥ logansargeant I CANT (make it 300 and u have a deal) ➥ averagef1fan logan im broke ➥ logansargeant well too bad then user05 they look so happy in the last photo landonorris yk what big feet mean😉 ➥ oscarpiastri LANDO ➥ danielriccardo LANDO ➥ carlossainz55 LANDO ➥ maxverstappen LANDO ➥ fernandoalonso LANDO ➥ lewishamilton LANDO mclarenfan polite cat has rizz confirmed???

ynkohli

liked by danielriccardo, smrithimandhana and 506,472 others your honor, i love him. view comments

rohitsharma what 😀 ➥ishankishan 😀 ➥viratkohli 😀 ➥hardikpandya 😀 ➥jaspritbumrah 😀 ➥shubmangill 😀 ➥sachintendulkar 😀 ➥rahuldravid 😀 alexanderasaintmleux you both are so cutee ➥ ynkohli nuh uh u r lilymhe ur so adorable ➥ ynkohli stop ily averagef1lover um what are the wags doing here? ➥ user05 i think shes dating oscar piastri cricketlover whos oscar piastri? ynloml NO WAY SHES TAKEN WHAT

f1wagupdates

liked by alexanderasaintmleux, lilymhe and 209,879 others new wag??? oscar piastri spotted in a park with a girl view comments

averagef1lover thats so yn cricketlover yn and oscar?? user05 CRICKET AND F1 CROSSOVER??????? ynlover my two worlds colliding user06 if it was yn tho theyd be so cute f1fan THE WAY HES LYING IN HER LAP ➥ user49 THE WAY HIS HAND WENT LIMP WHEN THEY KISSED ➥ lestappenshipper SKSKSKKSKSK

BCCIWomens

liked by ynkohli, landonorris and 738,952 others THE INDIAN WOMENS TEAM ARE NOW ODI CHAMPIONS!!! view comments

cricketlover WOOHOOOO averagef1lover IDEC IF SHES A WAG OR NOT I LOVE YN ynloml shes so fine 🤭 lestappenshipper theres no way oscar 'polite cat' piastri has the yn kohli rohitsharma 🥳 shahrukhkhan 🥳 arshdeepkaur 🥳 sachintendulkar 🥳 renukasingh 🥳 anushkasharma 🥳 ritikasajdeh 🥳 sanjenaganasen 🥳 saratendulkar 🥳 landonorris IM SO PROUD OF YOU YN

ynkohli

liked by oscarpiastri, suhanakhan and 834,271 others colonized the colonizer ! oscarpiastri comments are disabled

oscarpiastri

liked by ynkohli, logansargeant and 506,783 others i love being colonized 😍 comments are disabled

a/n IM SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA FOR SO LONG GUYS I HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK 😭 this is written for the sole purposes of entertaining me i havent seen and oscar piastri x brown reader anywhere so hopefully you guys like this !!

[lateatnewyork]

REBLOGGING BECAUSE THE INDIA WOMENS TEAM WON THE CUP

[lateatnewyork]

requests open!

who i write for: acotar: eris vanserra, azriel, lucien vanserra

fourth wing: liam mairi, xaden riorson, brennan sorrengail, garrick tavis

pjo: luke castellan

formula one: ollie bearman, oscar piastri, lando norris, entire grid

dc (never written before): jason todd, dick grayson, clark kent, damian wayne, batfam

celebrities: milo manheim, charlie bushnell, isaac arellanes, jude bellingham

types of work i do: series, oneshots, smau (personal fav), never done headcanons but willing to try

genres: fluff, smut, angst

[trashicmagic-deactivated2025112]

Propaganda I'm not falling for:

Straight hair Kori

Dick Grayson w Barbara and he's a cheater

Jason Todd being an angry robin

Joker apologists

Bruce wayne being an Abusive father

Kori,diana and artemis being under 6ft

Slade fans

Homophobic and Racists DC fans

Diana prince and Poision ivy with a MAN??

White washing Talia al ghul and Damian wayne

Any hate against jason todd from a joker fan

Barbara dating everyone in the batfamily (gross)

Kori being dumb

Artemis and Diana not having muscles (they are both Amazon's and warriors)

[theangryrobin]

how it feels after reading every single jason todd fic that is out there in the universe and not having anything to read anymore

[saintborneveil]

Im seeing ai fics and i KNOW I AM….

The format…the TITLES…they reek of CLANKER…

[dollssuicide]

[lalaleeiillaa]

my seven brain cells scrambling to find that one fic that i lost after my page refreshed

[lateatnewyork]

I know requests are closed but in the future please make more desi f1 fics 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 There aren’t many and you are really good at this. Maybe even South Indian ones? 👀🙏🏻 Only when you’re free though. No pressure

Lots of love

YES GUYS WATCH OUT MY HOLIDAYS HAVE JUST STARTED UR NOT READY

[lateatnewyork]

MAKING HEADLINES | 001

pairing: isaac arellanes x established actor!reader

info: estabilished actor, no real face claim but mostly malia baker

smau

a/n: hey guys... its been a while 😁😁 ALSO I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT CANNES SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME

cannesfilmfestival

liked by aboutisaac, itsynln and 7,029,341 others The youngest actors attending this year's festival: YN LN, Isaac Arellanes, Ariana Greenblatt

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ynmyqueen BRO YN IS BEAUTIFUL cateblanchett 👏👏 user67 bro lowkey yn and isaac ➥ isaacfan no ➥ user88 nah isaac and ariana lowk kyliecantrall THATS MY BSF itsynln im so excited ➥ ynfan YN UR SO PRETTY arianagreenblatt so happy to have yn with me 💗 aboutisaac 🔥🔥 mylesperez YES DUDE vancityreynolds so proud

itsynln

liked by cannesfilmfestival, nikkirodriguez and 1,497,382 others gotta be nonchalant with it

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ynfan whats up with the caption kyliecantrall alright now the caption was not it aboutisaac so nice meeting you tonight ➥ itsynln it was so fun we should do it again ➥ ynisaacshipper IS YN X ISAAC HAPPENING ➥ user88 calm down they sat next to each other at cannes arianagreenblatt welp i know why you tryna be nonchalant ➥ itsynln wrap it up buddy charliebushnell nah bros in love ➥ itsynln shut yo mouth

toochalanttobenonchalant posted on their story !

aboutisaac followed you back on instagram !

isaacisjacked requested to follow toochalanttobenonchalant !

isaacisjacked

liked by toochalanttobenonchalant, kilometres and 39 others 10/10 hangout

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toochalanttobenonchalant now the people think im a big back ➥ isaacisjacked i fear the people already knew this aribleh i see you with the first pic ➥ isaacisjacked confused on what you see kilometres now why'd you clip me ➥ isaacisjacked your face is clippable nikkipriv wheres my photo creds ➥ isaacisjacked idk

itsynln

liked by timburton, aboutisaac and 984, 286 others had so much fun filming this movie. cant wait to work in more movies with you uncle tim 💗

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timburton 💗💗 mlwtwbfan whys isaac in the likes ➥ ynfan67 who? ➥ user87 its normal bruh theyre friends kyliecantrall im afraid the people are not ready robertdowneyjr is this kid friendly ➥ itsynln not really 😶‍🌫️ jennaortega welcome to the family 🕸️ oliviarodrigo insane movie bro mylesperez icl this eats nikkirodriguez im so proud of you lolatung 😍😍 charlieplummer this is about to change cinema florencepugh so proud of you darling 🖤

warnerbros

liked by itsynln, aboutisaac and 2,394,581 others 'A Match Made In Murder' starring YN LN and Isaac Arellanes, directed by Tim Burton, is coming out in theatres 6th September.

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timburton 💀🖤 isaacfan23 OH ITS REAL??? ynupdates SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP jennaortega my babies 🕷️ robertdowneyjr date night movie? asking for a friend ➥ filmgeek22 sir 😭 oliviarodrigo cinema is saved florencepugh this cast?? this director?? unstoppable 🖤 sadiesink proud proud proud 🖤 kyliecantrall y’all not ready for this popculturepage tim burton never misses 🔥 randomuser44 isaac + yn + tim burton = my joker & harley

amatchmadeinmurder

liked by timburton, jennaortega and 843,721 others bts on the set of 'A Match Made In Murder' tagged: itsynln, aboutisaac

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jennaortega cast bonding aboutisaac the floor was comfy actually itsynln don’t expose me like that 😶 timburton beautiful disasters oliviarodrigo no bc this is ART sadiesink every slide is better than the last hunterbruno nahhhh you guys are unhinged kyliecantrall tell me why i thought that was real blood 💀 robertdowneyjr i want in on the sequel ➥ user54 uncle tony relax 😭 fanaccynisaac isaac + yn = the chaotic duo i didn’t know i needed

transcript of recent interview on youtube

Interviewer: Okay, you two. The internet has already decided you have the best on-screen chemistry. Did you feel that right away?

YN: No. He was super awkward when we first met.

Isaac: That is not true! You were the one who didn’t even say hi, you just stole my chair.

YN: To be fair, it was a very comfortable chair.

Isaac: Yeah, well, you’ve stolen it every day since.

YN: Method acting. My character’s supposed to be… intense.

Isaac: Intense or annoying?

YN: Both.

Interviewer: Fans loved that behind the scenes post. Whose idea was that second slide?

YN: His.

Isaac: Okay, yes, but she went along with it! Don’t let her fool you.

YN: I literally had fake blood in my hair and he was like, “hey, let’s take a cute picture.”

Isaac: And it was cute.

YN: It was gross!

Isaac: You were laughing though.

YN: Shut up.

Interviewer: What’s it like working together on something this dark but also kind of funny?

Isaac: Honestly? It’s chaos. Like, we’ll finish a scene where we’re supposed to look terrifying-

YN: -and then two seconds later he’s asking if my character would still date his if he had a mullet.

Isaac: It was a serious question!

YN: No, it wasn’t.

Isaac: So you’re saying she wouldn’t?

YN: Absolutely not.

Isaac: See, this is why we can’t make it through a scene.

YN: No, we can’t make it through a scene because you keep crossing your eyes at me when the cameras are rolling.

Isaac: That’s just good acting.

YN: Yeah, okay.

Interviewer: I’ll see you both at the premiere of A Match Made in Murder!

YN: Yeah… assuming he shows up on time.

Isaac: I’ll be there- waiting for you.

YN: That sounded a little dramatic.

Isaac: It’s a Tim Burton movie, we’re allowed to be dramatic.

YN: You don’t need a movie for that.

Isaac: You love it.

Interviewer: Okay, I’ll take that as my cue. See you both at the premiere.

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user92 “you stole my chair” LMFAOO they’re literally children user374 no bc the CHAOS in this interview 😭 user189 yn saying “both” so fast had me screaming 💀 user220 the mullet convo is sending me bye user44 why do they bicker like an old married couple 😭 user882 “waiting for you” EXCUSE ME?? 👀 user617 yn was blushing i don’t care what anyone says user531 isaac asking the real questions tho 💪 user900 i love how the interviewer was just trying to keep up 💀 user77 nahhh their chemistry is insane off screen too

amatchmadeinmurder

liked by itsynln, aboutisaac and 1,384,289 others See you at the premiere 👀🖤

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aboutisaac

liked by itsynln, mylesperez and 834,289 others post premiere shenanigans

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noah_lalonde we look way too good here ngl mylesperez we carried the night 🔥 nikkirodriguez don’t forget who hyped you up beforehand 🤭 ashbygentry you’re lucky i wasn’t there to out-dress you user281 WHOSE HAND IS THAT??? user901 nah the last pic feels personal 👀 user57 soft launch or what?? user12 premiere squad eating as always user889 isaac being chaotic as usual lmao user41 we’re ignoring the last slide???

mylesperez

liked by ashbygentry, noahlalonde and 679,411 others another weekend doing nothing

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ynln nice going myles 🙃 ➥ mylesperez you’re welcome bestie ➥ aboutisaac delete this right now aboutisaac don’t expose my guitar skills like this ➥ itsynln skills is a strong word ➥ mylesperez more like noise pollution nikkirodriguez slide 3 >>>> everything else ➥ user442 nah she said what she said 👀 noah_lalonde i leave for 2 seconds and y’all start a band?? ➥ kyliecantrall ngl i’d buy tickets ➥ deanpetriw only if isaac’s not on vocals 💀 ➥ aboutisaac ok wow user482 WAIT IS THAT YN?? ➥ user110 HELLOOO THIS FEELS IMPORTANT ➥ user59 why are they sharing one guitar tho 👀 user378 soft launch LEVEL EXPERT. ➥ user940 he didn’t even try to hide it this time ➥ user27 weekend chaos… sure buddy 😭

kyliecantrall

liked by itsynln, aboutisaac and 583,921 others this was SO GOOD. proud of you both itsynln aboutisaac

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nikkirodriguez

liked by aboutisaac, noahlalonde and 458,674 others first pic: before the movie, second pic: during the movie cos aboutisaac kept whispering the lines, third pic: after seeing my girl itsynln on screen. all jokes aside love you both and so proud of you 💗

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itsynln

liked by aboutisaac, kyliecantrall and 1,674,121 others guess we're canon now tagged: aboutisaac

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aboutisaac been my favorite canon for a while now ➥ ynln ok but say it less nerdy ➥ aboutisaac never 😌 ➥ ynln tragic aboutisaac also don’t let her fool you, she made the first move ➥ ynln delete this rn ➥ aboutisaac truth hurts 🤷‍♂️ mylesperez glad my leak led to this 🫡 nikkirodriguez i’m literally sobbing this is adorable ashbygentry best plot twist of the year kyliecantrall finally 😭 the internet is going to explode noah_lalonde i want front row seats at the wedding arianagreenblatt we’ve BEEN knew oliviarodrigo love this for you guys timotheechalamet iconic tbh timburton i already knew this 👀

aboutisaac

liked by itsynln, deanpetriw and 741,326 others i might keep her she takes good photos

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ynln might keep you since you make good company. ➥ aboutisaac no return policy tho ➥ ynln don’t plan on returning. mylesperez hey i took the middle photo 😤 ➥ aboutisaac unpaid intern energy ➥ mylesperez blocked. ashbygentry oh so we’re pretending this is still a soft launch?? 😂 kyliecantrall “might keep her” ??? babe we already know you’re gone arianagreenblatt not the sneak attack kiss in slide 2 😭 we see you noah_lalonde yeahhh this isn’t subtle at all oliviarodrigo love the delusion that this is “lowkey” randomfan23 the middle pic just confirmed everything lol ynfan67 y’all don’t even need to launch we’ve been knew faneditpage canon event unlocked. user44 this is OUR romcom.

amatchmadeinmurder

liked by aboutisaac, itsynln and 2,347,674 others Next stop: Seoul ✨ Photos our admin may or may not have snuck in… thank you for the love. See you soon 🖤

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ynln guess the secret’s out ➥ aboutisaac wasn’t much of a secret ➥ ynln that’s on you btw ➥ aboutisaac worth it. always. ❤️ mylesperez my favorite soft launch turned hard launch 🥂 nikkirodriguez SCREAMING arianagreenblatt history has been made oliviarodrigo obsessed. literally obsessed. kyliecantrall global domination starts now fanacct12 so admin really said HARD LAUNCH 😂 user889 the way i gasped out loud in my theater seat ynlovers canon. finally. isaacnation we’ve been knew but still crying 😭 moviebuff34 forget the sequel this is the real plot twist ynxisaac4ever they’re the softest killers i’ve ever seen 🖤 randomfan23 admin deserves a raise for this leak tbh fanpage_edits i’m already making the seoul edits omg commenter77 they look happier here than in all the promo combined

a/n guys this is probably really bad but we ball

[nadinfamily]

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

[lateatnewyork]

guys i found this poster on tiktok by floppypancakeproduction and it’s the best thing i’ve seen

like wdym every countries suicide hotline is in the background

and i feel like it’s even more thoughtful knowing lando has struggled/is struggling with his mental health

[lateatnewyork]

GRID PRINCESS | 002

pairing: f1 grid x reader, milo manheim x reader

part 1 | part 2

a/n sorry about the random face claims i did use ileana cirino but i wrote rhis at 2am bare with me guys

liked by ynhamilton, sabrinacarpenter and 906,481 others milomanheim my beautiful (but forgetful) girlfriend tagged: ynhamilton view comments

alexalbon i highkey thought lando would be the one to ruin the soft launch ➥ milomanheim no he has some FREAKY pictures ➥ alexalbon what 😃 lilymhe what the feed should always look like ➥ alexanderasaintmleux yesss ➥ megdonnelly BEEN SAYING ➥ lilyzneimer !!!! ➥ iamrebeccad realest thing ➥ sabrinacarpenter PREACH ➥ ynhamilton AWW MY BBGS ➥ milomanheim what ➥ oscarpiastri don't worry mate you get used to it maxverstappen at least your dad cant run him off ➥ lewishamilton bold of you to assume that ➥ ynhamilton dad ? ➥ nicolescherzinger lewis? ➥ milomanheim SIR?? user84 milo fighting for his life

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hamsandwich awww ➥ hamsandwich WHERE IS THAT HAND GOING

liked by milomanheim, sabrinacarpenter and 893,720 others ynhamilton yes thats a pap pic and yes this is meant to be posted on the main STOP BULLYING ME comments are closed

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ynlikesmilo WAIT CAN I HAVE THE 2ND PIC ➥ ynlikesmilo holy shit hes fine milolikesyn fan behaviour

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ynlover bro yn is so pretty landonorris wait i look fire in that pic ➥ ynhamilton no ❤️ lewishamilton ferrari looks good on you ynn ➥ ynhamilton i like mercedes better ➥ mclaren CLOCKED ➥ user83 adam sandler what are you doing here ➥ mclaren waiting for them to play gangnam style landonorris carrying the post fr ➥ ynhamilton be quiet alexalbon no alex feature 😞🙏 ➥ ynhamilton it’s cos lily wasn’t here alexanderasaintmleux beautiful ❤️ by creator iamrebeccad fine 😍 ➥ ynhamilton is this rizz ➥ carlossainz GO AWAY megdonnelly can i come next time ➥ milomanheim pls yn pmo ➥ ynhamilton you’re sleeping on the couch 😙 ➥ milomanheim NO PLS IT WAS A JOKE milomanheim beautiful baby ➥ ynhamilton not forgetting what u said ➥ milomanheim bruh lewishamilton i guess you guys are cute nicolescherzinger kaikamahine nani ❤️ by creator

a/n this was shorter cos it was meant to be js the first four screenshots

also how do u guys feel about oscar piastri x reader (indian) called like wedding season or something

i also have an idea for motogp reader but idk which driver

and guys no requests are not opened im doing works as they come to my head and as i have time im also trying to get rid of drafts 😭 sorry they will be on tho soon enough

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