#yeah so...

[feasibilities]

Playboy | Robert Fischer x Reader ♔

Synopsis: Robert falls in love with a camgirl and loses his mind. Warnings: Sex Work, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Masturbation, Premature Ejaculation, Elements of BDSM Author's Note: I originally wrote him as a dom but he's much more entertaining as a sex-starved incel. Enjoy!

Robert had fallen hopelessly in love with a cam girl. He showered her with amorous messages, gifts of luxury goods, and thousand-dollar tips. He knew that his father would be unhappy to see him wasting his inheritance on some woman he had never met. However, his father never found out that his playboy status was a complete lie. First dates never became seconds or thirds and text messages went ignored. She was the only woman to pay him any mind.

 Instead of preparing for his upcoming board meeting, he was watching one of your X-rated livestreams. Loyal fans, including Robert, had paid you thousands to watch you shower. You washed your body in the most sultry way possible.    After rinsing off the suds, you bent over and slipped two fingers into your tight, eager hole. Thrusting them slowly, you looked back at the camera and whimpered sweetly. White residue began to seep onto your fingers. Robert was practically drooling at the sight. 

Pulling himself out, he spat into his hand and stroked harshly. His pupils threatened to swallow his ocean-like irises as he got off on what played out on the screen. His plump lips parted to let out pathetic, boyish mewls. Each one of your self-inflicted orgasms drives him mad. Little to your knowledge, your senseless finger-fucking would contribute to the collapse of his psyche. Messing another one of his expensive suits, he realized how much you meant to him. 

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Robert’s desperate attempts to find out who you were paid off—he found your address. You lived in a quaint condominium in Manhattan. You were much closer than he thought. He had to see you as soon as possible. He got out of prior commitments for that evening through carefully-crafted lies. As the workday ended, he rushed out to the car and blurted out your address to the driver. He spent the ride rehearsing what he would say. Making it to your door, he knocked. When he got no response, he turned the knob. To his surprise, it was unlocked. He walked in as quietly as he could and saw you fast asleep on the sofa. You were so much more beautiful in person. Kneeling in front of you, he took note of the details. You had on an oversized t-shirt. Lifting it ever so slightly, he saw your sheer underwear. 

“So beautiful…” He murmured to himself. 

His fingertips crept underneath the thin cotton until he stopped at your breasts. They found the sensitive buds which made you stir sleepily. He stayed perfectly still before continuing. Watching them harden brought searing throbs to his crotch. His massages became less gentle. He couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or not. One of his hands moved down between your legs. Rubbing you through the fabric, a faint moan came from you.  Desperate for more contact, he pulled himself out and brushed the tip against your lips. He hoped that they would eventually part. Eyes fluttering open, you suckled on his tip before letting him out with a distinct ‘pop’ sound. Robert grew pale as he worried about what could happen next. 

“I heard you come in. Fischer432, isn’t it?” You said softly.

“I...Yes.” He sputtered. 

“It’s okay, darling. You think you’re the first fan to stop by? What’s your first name?” You inquired. 

“Robert.” He quavered. 

“What a cute name. Thanks for all those gifts, Robert.” You purred, sitting up to kiss him. He kissed back hesitantly as he thought you were just leading him on. He had been through this countless times. Sensing his apprehension, you pushed him back on the plush floor rug and pulled your shirt over your head. Sitting between his legs, you pulled his suit pants farther down his legs. You used his tie as a makeshift blindfold. Justifiably nervous, he decided to beg for mercy. 

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m really sorry for coming in without asking.” He beseeched. 

“Oh, this won’t hurt a bit.” You teased. Stroking slowly, you flicked your tongue against the V-shaped area of his tip. A piteous moan left his lips. One of his shaky managed to find your wrist. You slapped it away and took him in your mouth. Bobbing up and down, you dug your nails into his smooth thighs. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much to bear. Spurts of seed spilled into your mouth as Robert convulsed. You cleaned him off haphazardly and pulled the tie off his eyes. His pouty disposition warmed your heart. Feeling a twinge of sympathy, you kissed him on the forehead. Looking down, you knew you had to break him like your other clientele. 

#yeah so... #robert fischer #inception #cillian murphy #smut #fanfiction #my writing #robert fischer x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #films #christopher nolan

[xofemeraldstars]

smiles a vague smile :)

#yeah so... #fuck jw :))) #spnscript #spn

[bareums]

Just Between Lovers (2017) || Ep 11

#just between lovers #userpinenut #samblr #kdramaedit #kdramagifs #kdramadaily #my gifs #bareums #comfort #beneath the sun ☀ #yeah so...

[catts-world]

wishing he'd get me pregnant so I wouldnt be on my period rn 🥰🥰

#sidney i love youuu #yeah so... #catts brainrot 🗣🗣

[burntwaffle12]

Craves a very specific fanfic trope, scrolls through ao3 for hours, cant find what im specifically looking for, tries to write it instead, writers block and burnout wont let me, cries, repeat.

#yeah so... #miraculous ladybug

[topsyturvy-turtely]

OTP challenge - Day 10

[previously called June challenge! Find day 9 here]

10: Watching the other sleep

The story of how Sherlock and I got together is a funny one. And it is strange. You wouldn’t guess it if you tried. So I will tell you what happened.

It was a hot summer night when I awoke. Loud honking and screams were heard from the street. I was sleeping lightly anyhow and my curiousness was on alert immediately. I peaked out the window – to see some maniac wandering around on the streets. Only wearing a sheet. It took me a moment to realize that maniac was my flat mate. “Shit, Sherlock- what the-“ I quickly put on my pajama that I have taken off earlier, because it was simply too warm, to see what had gotten into him and rushed downstairs. I burst through our front door: “Sherlock! What the heck are you-“

The man turned around his eyes big and a bit crazy. “Oh, John! Lovely to see you join me! Isn’t it a beautiful day to solve crimes?”, he said, spread his arms and almost dropped the sheet. Then he frowned: “Why are you wearing pajamas at a crime scene, John?”

That’s when it hit me. The crazy eyes, the disorientation about time, not realizing he was in the middle of the street – Sherlock was sleep-walking! Oh dear lord… I had to deal with a few sleepwalkers in the army – the constant danger made you restless – and knew the easiest way to get them back to bed is to just tell them, maybe leading them there.

So I said: “Because it’s the middle of the night, Sherlock. Go back to bed, come!”, I put a hand on his sheet-covered back and led him to the front steps. I waved apologetically at the cars that have stopped.

Sherlock frowned: “But- the case?”

“You can solve it tomorrow. Come now.”, when we were inside I gently pushed him up the steps and warned him of the last one – just in case.

“Tomorrow?”, Sherlock’s confusion was almost adorable.

“Just a few hours, alright?”

Sherlock nodded, while slowly walking into the living room. “Just a few hours.”, he repeated. I nodded, even though Sherlock was not looking at me anymore. I already thought of locking him in his bedroom and taking the key with me when Sherlock asked: “Aren’t you gonna come to bed?”

What did he mean ‘come’? “Why, yes of course, I will head upstairs in just a minute, when I know you are safely in yours.”

Again sleeping Sherlock frowned: “But John… Did I upset you? Why won’t you come sleep in our bed?”

“Our-“, what the hell did this sleeping version of Sherlock imply? “I have my own bedroom, upstairs, Sherlock…”, I said hesitantly.

The frown increased. “No, you don’t. Mrs. Hudson asked if we needed two bedrooms when you moved in and you declined. We share the-“, Sherlock suddenly stumbled back a bit. “You are my boyfriend, John. Did you FORGET we are together?” My flat mate seemed seriously taken back by this. It was eery though, because his eyes looked right through me. He was seeing different things than I was at the moment. My main concern was to bring him to bed safely so I decided jumping into this funny parallel-universe created by my sleeping flat mate was the best way to do just that.

“Ah, of course not, darling. You really gotta got to bed now though. Huh?”

Sherlock crossed his arms. “Only if you will come to bed with me.”

I took in a sharp breath. “Jesus- fine. Alright, I will. Go ahead. I will be right there.”

When Sherlock walked back – only wearing his sheet – shit, was he only wearing a sheet?!

“Sherlock, please tell me you are wearing underpants.”

Sherlock stopped in the door frame to his bedroom. “Of course not.”, he answered, sounding irritated.

“I- Can you put some on, please?”, I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. Sleeping with my platonic flat mate in one bed is one thing; sleeping with my platonic flat mate in one bed without him wearing anything, is a completly different thing.

“Why, John?”, he sounded so irritated. And… hurt?

Fine. It was just a dream, right? At least for Sherlock. I just wanted him to go back to bed so I said – and I still can’t believe I did – the following: “You know how much I like to take them off, Sherlock.”

I couldn’t see his face but I heard the smirk in his voice when he said: “Yeah, you do.”

Still embarrassed by this encounter I finally did slip into his bed. He immediately wrapped an arm around my waist and laid his head on my chest. His breathing soothed into a calm one right away. I felt guilty of how much I liked laying like this.

For most of the rest of the night I laid awake, wondering if I had done the right thing. Have I not secretly taken advantage of the situation? Did I not move on my behalf of own crush on my flat mate? For sure I could have said something to make him go to bed by his own, couldn’t I? Several times I tried to free myself and go upstairs, but it seemed undoable. Sherlock held on to me very tightly when I tried to get up. The last thing I thought, before I finally allowed myself to fall asleep was ‘At least he’s not getting hit by a car.’ I slept surprisingly well after that.

The next morning I woke up from someone hugging my upper body tightly: “Jaawwn”, a rough baritone voice said. Then said baritone voice sat up quickly – completely awake now. “John, why are you in my bed?”, Sherlock asked, sounding alert.

I, too, propped myself up on my elbows: “Sherlock, do you remember anything of last night?”

The detective frowned: “I was thinking about the case. Then I went to bed, as it was utterly frustrating to not be able to solve it. I dreamed-“ Sherlock’s eyes grew big. Then he quickly gathered his bedsheets to his chest, as if that could protect him. A second later he dropped them and pinched the bridge of his nose: “I sleep-walked, didn’t I?”

I couldn’t help but smile: “Yeah.”

“I convinced you coming to bed with me?”

I nodded, a grin involuntarily spreading on my face.

“And- and you… did? Come to bed with me?”

“Brilliant deduction, Mr. Holmes.”, I said cheekily.

Quickly he shot a look at me, then he looked away, that frown growing bigger and bigger. “Alright, John, in case I-“

I wanted to know how far this went - maybe Sherlock actually did have feelings for me – and grabbed his hand. He stared at it in wonder. “It’s fine by the way.”, I said, while gently squeezing the bigger hand in mine. “It’s all fine.”, I smiled at him in – what I hoped – adoration.

“Is it?”, he asked insecurely.

“Course. Of course it is. I’ll be your protective boyfriend whenever you need me to.”, I announced, winked, and got up.

Only to have a full on gay crisis in the kitchen. While making breakfast. Why the hell did I just say that to him? Sleep deprivation. That was a good excuse. But would he buy it? Oh. My. GOD.

When he finally emerged from the bedroom – fully dressed in purple shirt and tight black trouser – my breath caught a bit. Then I scooped the egg for him onto a plate and sat opposite of him. We – well actually just me – ate in silence, until – suddenly – Sherlock blurted out: “In fact, I would like you to be my protective boyfriend all the time.”

I smiled at my (very well cooked) eggs: “I would like that too, Sherlock” and stretched my foot out to reach his.

We sat like that, feet touching, silently grinning, until we finished breakfast.

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hey my darling-turtles! i am finally back and here is a sweet fluffy oneshot for ya! i hope you enjoyed it! feedback as always is welcome! tell me mistakes/flaws etc. btw i passed that stupid exam and am totally over that cute person from the pride parade *actually isn't*... anygays... hope you are doing well? *throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

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#turtely's june challenge #is now #turtely's OTP challenge #yk... since it's not actually june anymore? #yeah so... #otp challenge #day 10 #watching the other sleep #felt creative #cuz i'm writing not what comes up first in your mind when you read that prompt #yk¿ #hopefully #maybe #don't know #anygays gonna stop babbling now #topsyturvy turtely #turtely #turtely writes #thanks for reading #*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you* #johnlock fic #johnlock ficlet #johnlock fanfic #sherlock fic #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john

[palis-delon]

It's really hard when your love language is acts of service.

I want to bake cookies and cook dinner and do stuff with the kids. It makes me happy to think about how much they'll enjoy it.

But then when I have to ask for people to set the table or load the dishwasher or beg for other adults to come play with us - well that's the part that sucks.

#yeah so... #im currently in my bedroom crying #happy christmas

[dasloddl]

I was genuinely happy today and that's not a very frequent occurrence... so that was kinda throwing me off

#yeah so... #thats it #thank you for coming to my ted talk #op dasloddl

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

#i originally posted this as just a 'hey remember how fuckin bad middle/highschool was? shit was wild' type post but now #there are a bunch of teens in the notes being like 'oh my god are you serious? it gets better? im not stuck in hell forever??' #and im reminded that the only people who told teenage ella 'it gets better' were speakers at mental health assemblies #aka the least relatable people alive who were seemingly born to lie to you #so. uh. yeah im a certified adult who isnt here to lie or sugarcoat the realities of being a teenager #the only thing more certain than the pain is the transcience

[feasibilities]

finished my season 6 thomas shelby fic and now I'm brainstorming insane headcanons for jackson rippner...the cillian virus has taken over my life

#yeah so... #okay #misc #cillian murphy

[drakenathan]

#polls #remaking bc i forgot to change to 1week. #but yeah us latinos smelling so damn good while showering everyday while some other places.....like.....ew #just some perfume.over their sweaty ass...or not even that...cant relate. #brasil tag #t.txt

[unionize-aromantically]

reblog to give the prev a hot chocolate with (optional) whipped cream and marshmallows

[Doesn't apply to Harry Potter fans, no hot chocolate for you. JKR is an irredeemable bigot]

#ink.post #reblog to #I'm not the first one to make this post but it's a good post so yeah #i made this post because the one who made the more popular version is on my dni #1k #5k #10k #20k #30k

[happyheidi]

by Molly Buford

#love this so much #cottagecore #well not really cottagecore but yeah #soulmates #platonic #truths #love #wholesome #light acadamia aesthetic #classic academia #poetry #text

[mausolealdrift]

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website

#like yeah i WISHED i could do that sort of stuff #but i felt so completely isolated from everyone else at my school bc ppl were so nasty to me #its fine cos im doing all the stuff i missed out on now that im in university #but some ppl dont even get that chance #maybe its not that serious but. idk. just dont be a dick #but also ppl who didnt do that stuff acting like theyre better than ppl who did is fucking annoying and also a dick move. btw #📼

[curioscurio]

The Nefarious Anglerfish

#the nefarious anglerfish #nefarious anglerfish #artofcassafrass #anime screenshot #yeah its ghibli inspired lol #ive done so many ghibli studies that my rendering is getting similar #artists on tumblr

[hhey-ray]

had to put this here

#meme #yeah so i went to go visit my friend #this you? #the friendful visiter