#— celebration; 1.5k!

[pierregazly]

greedy ꨄ charles leclerc

charles leclerc x f!reader

warnings: smut (18+ only), public-sex, charles is horny [1.3k words]

request: 🌶 charles leclerc + prompt 9, please and thank youuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻 [9. “I’m feeling greedy.”]

note: charles gives off greedy vibes, so this checks out!! this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

The gala was as elegant as it was elite. The men were in their best suits, the women pampered and wrapped in different variations of stunning fabric and colour. The chatter was infectious, everyone’s smiles and laughter vibrated the room.

Although your eyes surveyed your surroundings, Charles’ never strayed from you. He looked like a man starved, battling obsession in the most obvious of ways. He barely contained himself when you had walked out of your shared bathroom earlier, the dress you wore evoking such a strong reaction from the Monégasque.

He couldn’t take his hands off you, either. While standing, one ring-clad hand was always pressed gently against your lower back, just teetering on the curve of your behind. While sitting, he refused to remove his hand from your knee, even when you tried to push him to use it to eat. 

Charles was content the way it was.

Until he wasn’t.

He couldn’t tear his eyes off the slit in your dress, the skin of your knee so soft against his wandering hand. Your plump lips looked like they were demanding he press his own against them. The small tease of the neckline of your dress practically begging for him to pull it down more to get a better view. 

You could tell he was starting to have trouble containing himself, the occasional squeeze of your knee and the way his ears went red whenever you raised an eyebrow at him a clear indication. You had denied his attempts earlier, not wanting to ruin all the effort you had put into getting in the dress, and pampering yourself for the gala. 

It was only a matter of time until he broke. Which of course, didn’t take long once you had finally noticed the obvious.

Leaning over to press his lips against the shell of your ear, you felt a shiver run through your body.

“Come with me quick, mon amour,” he said.

Barely giving you a second to react, his hand that had been previously pressed against your knee was lightly squeezing your shoulder. Following his lead, you took the outstretched hand he gave you, allowing him to pull you wherever he had decided to take you this time. 

The restroom was not where you were expecting him to lead, warmth crawling up your neck as you tried to subtly peer around you to determine if anyone had followed the actions of Ferrari’s star driver. From what you could see, no one had.

In a quick motion of events, you were pulled into the restroom with the door being locked behind you. Charles was quick to peer around the bathroom, confirming that there were no other occupants in the small room. 

Before you had time to react, Charles was pushing you up against the wall, his lips etching themselves against yours as a hand maneuvered its way down to your hip. Moaning into his lips at his actions, he lightly ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, begging for entrance as he began to gently grind his body into yours. The want and desire so obvious by the clothed hardness now pressing into your core.

Pulling back, his eyes were hooded and full of lust, a smirk prominent on his lips.

“Charlie… we really shouldn’t. Not here,” you said.

Pouting at you, Charles started to press gentle kisses along your neck towards the line of your dress, licking along the neckline as he got closer and closer to your bust.

“But mon amour, I’m feeling greedy. Please allow me a little taste, let me make you feel good. All I’ve wanted to do is get on my knees between these pretty legs of yours. You deserve it, looking so beautiful.”

He was slowly bunching up your dress with every word, featherlight touches up your thighs as he lowered his body to his knees. It was hard to deny him when he was looking up at you so prettily, basically begging for the chance to bring you pleasure.

“Just a little taste then, baby. Can’t have you being too greedy,” carding your hands through his hair, the quick tug you gave the strands was the only prompting he needed.

Charles was quick to push your dress up to your hips, grabbing your hand to hold the dress in place as he mouthed at your thighs. Pressing kisses, licking along the skin and blemishes, you couldn’t help the shiver that wracked through your body. 

One finger began to run across your covered mound, only slightly pressing into where your body was eager to feel the press of his tongue, or his finger. You arched into his actions every time he ran a finger across your panty-covered clit, mewling and pouting down at him when he moved away.

He didn’t take long before he was hooking his fingers into the fabric, pulling them aside and running a finger through the wetness that had begun to accumulate there.

“So wet for me, mon amour. Such a naughty girl, pussy so soaked in a bathroom for me, grinding into my finger. How badly do you want this, baby?”

Groaning at his words, you glared down at him. Tugging at his hair once again, he simply smirked at you. 

“I’m greedy, baby. I want to know what you want,” he said as he pressed a featherlight kiss to the hood of your clit, prompting a sigh to leave your lips.

“Charlie, please. I need your tongue and your fingers, please.”

It must’ve been satisfactory enough for him, as the next moment he was spreading your lips and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit. A low moan left your lips, your hand slapping against your mouth to hide the sounds.

Charles knew exactly what you liked, not taking long to press two fingers against your entrance, gathering up the wetness there before pressing inside of you to work them in tandem with his tongue. The tongue, which was currently running up and down your clit like it was starved of you.

Swirling and curling his tongue against your bundle of nerves in unison with his fingers pushing in-and-out of you, you threw your head back against the wall, the hand that had been holding the dress moving to his hair to try and pull him in closer.

The way he was groaning against you as he sucked at your clit, prompted you to look down. His unoccupied hand was palming against his own cloth-covered cock, attempting to give himself some reprieve from the tight trousers that were stifling any pleasure.

Charles pulled his head back to look up at you, his fingers still pumping inside of you, pressing against the spot he knew made you whine when you were in bed. 

“Do you want me to make you cum, mon amour? Or is the little taste I got, good enough? Hm?” 

Shaking your head down at him, he mockingly pouted up at you as he pulled his fingers from your entrance. 

“You need to use your words, baby. Be a good girl, for me.”

Tugging on his hair yet again, you glared down at him. The loss of his fingers and tongue prompting an emptiness inside of you that you needed satisfied, immediately.

“Charlie, if you don’t make me cum on your tongue, I’m going to make myself cum in front of you. And then when we get home, I’m going to wrap my lips around your pretty cock, but I’m going to tease you and not let you cum. How does that sound, hm?”

Your words were breathy as they came out, the part of his lips at your words the only indication of the effect they had on him. You couldn’t help the groan that fell from your lips as he stood up.

“So bratty. I’m going to fuck you right here, now. Make you cum all over my cock instead. Turn around.”

So greedy, indeed.

i haven't written smut in SO long, so i hope this is okay!!! thank y'all so much for participating in the celebration, and feel free to keep submitting 🫶🏻

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[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #kaia writes luke #1.5k celebration #lukesie bb 🐛. #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #this was fun☺️ #also toxic!luke just gets me every time #🍦 angel

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Domestic Bliss with Javier Peña

Thanks @mjoee13 for the prompt!!! Like you really needed to twist my arm for domestic Javi 🤪😩

#madeline's 1.5k celebration #javier peña #javier pena imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier pena #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fluff #javier pena narcos #javier pena fic #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena x female reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x female reader

[weepinglilvessel]

1.5k Special

That took a while but I FINALLY GOT IT DONE! Thank you to those who submitted (cough sacrificed) their Suns to me! Appreciate it, now enjoy (•̀ᴗ•́)و

(The original design of Suns)

Others below the cut:

@toxictoxicities @csavii

@zyekno (me on right)

@t-rexdescendant @therotconsumed

@spotsupblaze @lemon-ve-ghost

@kakyogay @slugcats-and-ghosts

@pookapufferfish @pansear-doodles

@creaturevoiddweller @echothedragon

YAY ( my hands died)

#cough cough #IM DYING BLAAA #rain world iterator #rain world fanart #rw fanart #hk fanart #rw srs #rw seven red suns #rain world seven red suns #rw #rain world #fan art #1.5k followers #1.5k celebration

[toms-cherry-trees]

Congrats on 1.5k, Mars!! 🥳

Here's my gif submission for you - maybe something fluffy here with our love, Tommy? 💙

Thank you so much!

I am SO sorry this took so long! Life moves too fast and I do too slow :( I hope this fluff meets the expectations because I went out of my comfort zone to write pure fluff with no dash of angst for angsty Tommy

Mars 1.5K Celebration

The One || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None really, just Tommy being possessive but in a funny/romantic way and a bit cheeky

Everything is a haze. The autumnal wind pricking your cheeks like fine pins, the rustle of the dried autumn leaves swirling around your feet. Church bells echo far away in the distance, or so it seems, for you cannot hear anything above the thumping in your ears. An unpleasant heat crawls up your spine and settles inside your head, your face blazing as the wooden doors swing open and the gazes of a hundred people or more turn in your direction. All eyes, all attention on you, the quiet noises of the hall come to an abrupt halt upon your arrival. The smiles are on every face; they had all been waiting for you.

After all, you are the bride.

The church is packed; you can only guess who half the guests are. Your entire extended family only makes up a quarter of those seated inside, and the groom’s family is no more than a handful of people sitting in the first rows. Even adding friends and acquaintances, you still can only wonder why there are so many people inside. But everyone smiles at you like they have known you your entire life. You try to smile back, despite your face being barely visible under the exquisite embroiders of the long veil. 

Suddenly, you swing from not being able to feel anything to feeling it all in an overpowering wave. The diadem you wear is too heavy, burdening down the crown of your head and promising a most marvellous headache for later in the evening. Your feet keep catching on the hem of the gown; your grip around your father’s arm tightens, terrified of the meagre possibility of tripping and faceplating in the aisle. You are positive one of your earrings is ready to fall, despite feeling the tight bite of the clasp secured on your earlobe. 

However, it all fades into nothingness the moment you focus your gaze upon the altar. Tommy stands there, dashing in his suit with a corsage of lilies of the valley pinned upon his breast, matching the dainty white flowers from your bouquet, mixed with softly coloured carnations. Arthur stands at his side as best man, a cheeky smirk upon his lips as he leans closer to Tommy to whisper something in his ear, both sets of blue eyes locked on you. 

And then the groom smiles.

He actually smiles, an event so rare one ought to write the date down to never forget such an occurrence. He actually seems to be attempting to hold back, biting his lower lip tight to avoid his mouth from breaking into a full grin. But the closer you come, the harder it becomes for him to hold it back. He stares at your approaching figure like he has just won the biggest prize in the lottery and is just waiting for it to be delivered to his eager hands. 

The moment you are by his side, he lifts your veil and throws it back. Tommy has half a mind to tell Jeremiah to skip the paraphernalia and just go straight to the pivotal moment. Not even bother to ask if anyone opposes the union; that person would find themselves filled with lead in an alley before the end of the day. 

“I am glad to see you came, Mrs Shelby” His warm breath caresses your ear, and even though your eyes are fixed on the priest, you know he is smirking.

“I am not yet Mrs. Shelby sir. I still have time to change my mind. That is why I have the car with engine running around the corner”

Your cheekiness is met with a playful tap of his shoe against your heel “I’d love to see you try to get away from me, love” While the ceremony progresses, he keeps his arm around you, not caring that it is not proper. After all, Tommy had never been one to care for appropriateness and he is not going to start now, now with his little wife so close to being his forever. When Jeremiah asks the crowd if anyone opposes the union, Arthur takes a step forward and points his finger at the masses, as if daring a soul to open their mouth. But no such trouble arises and at last, comes the moment your heart has been in somersaults for.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride”

~

People dance and glide across the dancefloor, glasses of champagne and whiskey coming and going at a dizzying pace. The most formal instances of the celebration had been left behind and the guests are now letting loose. Arthur has his tie around his head and it's being spun in place by John and Finn, just like little children playing ‘pin the tail’, although this seems more of a ‘plunk the drunk’. Ada is engaged deep in conversation with two other women, and whatever it is she is saying, the listeners seem to agree wholeheartedly with her. Polly is dancing with one of your uncles, and you presume by the look in her eyes that their night might end upstairs. 

You sit next to Tommy, his arm lazily thrown over your shoulders while you feed him bites of cake. For you he endured all the silly things, like cutting the cake together, drinking champagne with your arms linked, and he held your hand tight during the speeches to keep himself from tossing a piece of bread at John’s head. He let himself be paraded like a prop for your happiness, and now he relishes on one of those sweet moments where there are only you two and everything else is just background noise. 

“I am glad to see you did not run away, Mrs Shelby” He brushes his thumb down the line of your jaw, tickling your skin in a most marvellous way. The smile makes it to your lips without you noticing; you’ve smiled so often that evening you are positive your cheeks will be numb tomorrow.

“Hm, well yes. I decided that I wanted to try out what you had to offer” Your hand cups his cheek, delicate touch of your fingertips against his sharp cheekbone making him lean into your touch instinctively, his head tilted in the right angle to press his forehead to yours “Besides, the getaway car ran out of petrol”

“If it had not, I would have sent John out to put nails in the tires” His index lifts your chin, the gentle yet firm gesture ensuring you do not shy away from his gaze “You see, once something is mine, I never let it go, even if it tries to escape me” He leans in for a kiss, but you stop it with a gentle touch of your fingertip on his lips

“You see, I am yours now. But that does not mean you get to slack” Your hooded gaze fixates on his lips, still parted and ready for that kiss “You have to do a very good job to keep your wife…fulfilled. Isn’t that what they say? Happy wife, happy life?”

His strong arm falls from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you close so abruptly that even your chair drags across the floor. “Well Mrs Shelby, how about we go upstairs so I can show you how much of a good job I can do to keep you full and filled?”

#marsie writes #mars 1.5k celebration #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby one shot #tommy shelby blurb

[sweetercalypso]

NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

Friends, followers, and strangers alike, you’re all invited to take part in my 1.5k movie night celebration happening from Jan 18 - Jan 21. Feel free to send as many prompts as you like, but please send each request in a separate ask.

There aren’t enough words to say how grateful I am for all of you, but please know that I’m glad you’re here!! Grab some popcorn, send in some asks, and enjoy!!

🍿—;; tell me your favorite movie and I’ll tell you which tlou character you remind me of!!

🎬 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll write an au drabble (ex. Joel Miller and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days)

🥀 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll make an au moodboard (ex. Ellie Williams and Jurassic Park)

🎥 —;; give me a character + a trope/mood and I’ll give you three fic recs (ex. Abby Anderson and friends to lovers)

🎞️—;; mutuals send me this and I’ll tell you which movie I think you’d fit into!!

📼 —;; cym, fmk, would you rather, or any other games you can think of!! Or just stop by and say hello!! Ask me anything!!

tagging a few lovely mutuals below the cut:

@softlyspector @swiftispunk @amanitacowboy @tightjeansjavi @absgrl @pascalpvnk @gracieheartsspedro @psychedelic-ink @joelsgreys @bearsbeetsbeskar @beskarandblasters @clawdee @janaispunk @wethairjoel @wannab-urs @joelsversion @chai-berries @daydreamingmiller @undrthelights @ilovepedro @hier--soir @cool-iguana @atinylittlepain @ohlawdthebirds @heartfairy @dilfspitdrinker @cavillscurls @chaotic-mystery @sp00kymulderr @againstacecilia @adora-but-ginger @d3arapril @kiwisbell @planet-marz1 @covetyou @morallyinept @whore4abby @mrsquill @mrsmando @demonjoel @ems-chaos-corner @joelsranchbaby @joelsgreenflannel @cinnnamongrl @circe-is-struggling @cinnamonmilf @perotovar @worldwidegirlhood @sweetenerobert @pedroshotwifey

#sweetercalypso’s 1.5k movie night #follower celebration #the last of us

[dellalyra]

Hello! I saw that your requests are open so if I may can I request headcanons for Nanami and Gojo when reader is pregnant? Like some random moments as well as how they act during the whole thing from telling them about the pregnancy! Also congratulations on thsu milestone!

Thank you and have a good day/night <3

AGH YAY I LOVE THIS thank u so much for sending this in!!!!

CW: I guess a lil nsfw, f!Reader, soft as hell, suggestive themes

✭ Pixie’s 1.5k Follower Celebration - send in headcanon requests! ✭

✵ NANAMI ✵

✵ you and kento had definitely been planning for a child, and actively trying. He was actually the one to suggest a baby at first, you’d been married for 2 years and he had always wanted to be a father.

✵ 100% the kind of man who would have you both taking fertility vitamins to help encourage a healthy pregnancy.

✵ safe to say - babymaking was the highlight for you both. The thought of you having his child drove this man insane (nanami breeding kink go brrr) he was literally insatiable.

✵ He was actually the one to sense you were pregnant, you had been feeling under the weather for a day or two, not thinking much of it since you’d been trying for only 2 months and it was November. But, then Kento brought you both home some delicious ramen from a local market and the smell had you SPRINTING to the bathroom. When he was done holding back your hair, he opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a test.

✵ When the two very strong lines appeared you jumped into your husbands arms as he spun you in a circle, whispering sweet nothings.

✵ During your pregnancy, Kento would not let you lift a finger. He was on you with your prenatal vitamins, smoothies, foot rubs, every type of Lamaze class you could think of

✵ god the other women in the Lamaze class were just fawning over your husband, arm around your swollen waist, attentive to every moment you make (and those muscles under his well fitted sweater helped)

✵ he made sure to read to your baby every night, as well as rubbing lotion into your bump to help the stretching skin.

✵ builds the crib and nursery furniture himself (from scratch), and helps you paint and prepare.

✵ you both decide on Yuuji as godfather

✵ just so prepared to be a dad man, literally came pre assembled as a father.

✵ Gojo ✵

✵ k SO one of two situations, yay surprise baby or you guys had like an ‘if it happens it happens’ situation going on, no pressure or planning

✵ I think Satoru had been scared to be a father at first, but then he realised that love isn’t a curse, and the love you two have is so powerful it can create a whole other person, not even his six eyes can do that.

✵ there’s no need for a pregnancy test , you come home one day and he freezes - you had been gone when he woke up that morning, a mission an hour or two away but short and easy. You got back around noon, and giggle at your husbands surprised face.

✵“baby, it’s … it’s not just you. i can see them.”

✵“okay mr. I can see dead people what are you on about?”

✵ he just lays a big hand over your still-flat belly, and you gasp, realising what he means. He can see the tiny amount of cursed energy coming from your womb. A combination of his and yours makes for a powerful residual. The little dot pulsed along with what he presumed was the baby’s heart.

✵“are you serious? please don’t joke ‘Toru”

✵ “shush, you’ll wake up our baby.”

✵ you both drop to your knees and he wraps his big long arms around you

✵ “we’re having a baby ‘Toru.”

✵ he warps you both straight into shokos office and by your teary smile and Satoru’s beaming face she just says congrats and pulls out the ultrasound machine.

✵ you’re 6 weeks along, “hey lil’mochi, this is your momma, and I’m papa, but she calls me dadd-”

✵ SPOILS YOU

✵ immediately you both go to the shop, baby clothes, toys, plushies, a whole new family car.

✵ literally ridiculous

✵ plans the biggest baby shower, he’s just so happy

✵ a little scared he won’t be a good enough dad but you shut that down straight away

✵ any and all cravings are catered to

✵ gets even more handsy and insatiable during your pregnancy, just seeing you swollen with HIS child makes him fucking FERAL

✵ PARENTING BOOKS

✵ at night, sits and chats with your bump, head laying on your lap facing the bump, your hands in his hair, usually stories of how he met you, embarrassing little megumi, how he annoys Uncle Nanamin, how awesome he is

✵ has planned an entire emergency plan for you and the baby, it’s eased his mind. He didn’t tell you, just put precautions in place.

✵ draws faces on your bump

✵ helps you bathe and shower and washes your hair because ‘Mrs. Gojo deserves whatever she wants.’

✵ fights with the higher ups and threatens them so much that they give you both a years parental leave, more if needed. Scary man <3

✵ has lists as long as him of name ideas, does not shut up about all the things he wants to do

✵ constantly posting and sharing photos of ‘pretty mama’

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo hcs #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami hc #jjk headcanons #pixie’s 1.5k follower celebration #family formations drabbles

[julianalvarez9]

#6 with rúben (not sure if you write for him but figured it was worth a shot)

beneath me / rúben dias

prompt 6 (“you look so good beneath me.”) from the smut prompt list.

author's note: super short and not really smutty but i tried 🥲 hope you like it!!!

you're not sure how you ended here. under him.

might be the blazing sun. the salty water. the endless alcohol. but probably, it was just rúben, how beautiful he always looked, but especially today, skin kissed by the portuguese sun, mood relaxed in a way that only could happen on a warm july evening. the sun was just about to settle, and so, every one of your friends had disappeared into their rooms to get changed into their night outfits. except you two.

"eu esperei por isso o dia inteiro" (i've waited for this all day long) rúben grunts, his rough fingers finding their way to slip the tip of your bikini off. the tan lines from yesterday's sun bathing had driven him insane all day, and it didn't help him that your red swimsuit was too tiny for his own good.

he saw the looks his friends had given you, the same ones that, according to rúben, only he could give you. there was nothing he despised more than not being able to call you his, to pull you tight into his body and not letting you yo anywhere else where other wandering eyes could enjoy the view. it was what he despised most about this little friends with benefits you had going on, and he hoped that, by the end of this vacation, you two could be something more.

for now, this was enough for him.

your cheeks are tinted red due to the burning sun, no amount of sunscreen being able to protect your sensitive skin. your eyes are hooded, whether due to the tiredness of a whole day swimming or due to the heat pooling in your underwear due to the man hoovering over you, you didn't know. still, for rúben, it was the most beautiful view.

he threw his head back at the sight, not quite believing his eyes. "god, wish you could see yourself. you look so good beneath me," he praised, his hand previously caressing your cheek flies to your lower lip, softly brushing it before you engulf his thumb into your mouth, coating it with your saliva.

rúben knows that there's not enough time to do what he wants to do. to ruin you like only he knows, to make you forget about the mere possibility of you finding someone else on this godforsaken night out he begrudgingly agreed to go to, only to get a look at you. he also knows that your friend must be about to knock on your door, asking you which dress goes best with what shoes, but he can't peel himself away from you. not even when the secrecy of your situation is at risk.

"please," you beg, although it's not clear what you're asking for. "fucking do something, rúben".

#football imagine #football smut #football x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias smut #ruben dias x reader #rúben dias x reader #rúben dias imagine #rúben dias smut #football x you #c's 1.5k celebration!

[endlessthxxghts]

I’m absolutely sobbing right now!!😭😭 There are not enough words in any language to describe how grateful I am, to describe how much love I’m feeling right now for all of you. With my entire heart— my entire being: thank you. I never would’ve thought I’d be here today with the most amazing lil community of people I could’ve asked for. I love you all so much.

So in honor of such a beautiful milestone for us all, I’ve compiled a few things we could do!🥰

Requests are now closed! Will be answering all requests that were sent in by April 18!🩶

💭 - ask a question

Either about me, about my fics, a would you rather, general or philosophical LMAO — literally anything! If it ends in a question mark, send it. This one is a free for all!! So, come at me with ‘em!! I’m ready.

I’d like to also note! I’m transparent with being a disabled content creator on here. If you’d like to know more about my disability (I cannot speak for other disabled individuals), you can ask me! If you aren’t sure how to ask, just establish that you aren’t sure how to word yourself, so I know any potential rudeness is not intentional <3

🌙 - fun facts about L!

Contrary to the ask a question, this one will be a free for all for me! I’ll give you whatever fact about myself that comes to mind in that specific moment of answering these!

☕️ - request a coffee

One of my biggest hyperfixations is coffee! Ever since I could remember. (Fun fact, I started drinking coffee in elementary school lol. This is what happens when your parents are born in the 60’s and 70’s LMAO. Anyway.)

So, for this one, give me a little description about yourself, what type of flavors you enjoy — tell me anything and everything, the more detail the better — and I’ll give you a drink that you remind me of / that I would recommend you! (Also tell me if you’re allergic to anything, I would not like to be responsible for you wanting to try anything you can’t have LOL)

If you are not a coffee person, I am also a big tea person!!! So do with that what you will! 🫶

📝 - fake fic title

Give me a fake fic title, and I’ll give a sentence or two on what that fic would be about!

🖼️ - request a moodboard

Can either be for a prompt you give or send me a fic (can be something you wrote!), and I’ll make a board based on that. Mutuals only: you can request a moodboard based on the vibes I get from you!

🎧 - request a song

Request a song based on one of my fics, or you can send me a fic (can be something you wrote!), and I’ll provide a song that I associate with it. Mutuals only: you can request a song based on the vibes I get from you!

🔌 - shoutout a fic/blog

Shoutout a specific fic you love or a specific blog you love! Let’s pass on the beautiful and welcoming vibes that we’ve created here🩶 (recommending your own fic/blog is encouraged!!!!!) And because I would like us to focus on the blog/fic being recommended, please do this one anonymously!!🩶🩶

use the "-> ..." tags below to see my responses to each :)

For the millionth (and definitely not the last) time, thank you all so so much. Stay amazing and stay true to yourself, you beautiful humans. I love you.🩶

all dividers/graphics by me <3

#L’s 1.5k follower celebration #endless thoughts fics #follower milestone #pedro pascal character fanfic #fanfiction blog #-> question #-> fun fact #-> coffee #-> fake title #-> moodboard #-> song #-> shoutout #love <3

[mel-loly]

-Thank you very much for the +1.5k followers! <3

#Let's gooooo!!!!! We managed to reach more than 1.500/1.5 followers!!!! #thank you all very much for everything. for being here since I started this blog! you guys are very especial for me💖 #thank you. thank you. thank you! love y'all!!! mwah!! <333 #(and of course.. my 1.5k celebration for sure needed to be one of my favorite ships! lol- I really love them <333) #happy #1500 followers #happy 1.5k!!! #my sweet people💖 #my bees!!! #(lol- this is an old one akgzks still.. mean a lot to me ^^ <333) #one piece zolu #zolu fanart #zolu #luzo #straw hat luffy #monkey d luffy #op luffy #luffy fanart #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro fanart #one piece luffy #one piece fanart #one piece #op fanart #i'm mel and this is my blog✌️ #art mel #my art #art

[pierregazly]

a thousand words ꨄ charles leclerc

charles leclerc x reader

warnings: fluff, charles love language is touch (99% of it is kissing) [1.1k words]

request: 🫶🏻 could i request prompt 25 with charles? tysm 🥰🥰 [forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses]

note: this is literally just 3 times charles used kisses to show his feelings 🤭 this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said. - Pablo Neruda 

When you first knew he loved you.

The joy on his face was so raw, so palpable. The absolute adoration that crossed his beautiful features prompted the searing of your heart, the extra beat in your chest. He had looked at you in so many ways, but never like this. Never like a man so hopelessly in love, he couldn’t even express it in words.

Charles Leclerc was in love.

Every time he walked past you, he always went out of his way to press a kiss to the top of your head, to the swell of your cheeks, or the bare skin of your shoulder exposed by an old and tattered shirt of his you wore at his apartment. It was the one thing he knew he was the best at, being able to convey his love for you by the actions of a simple kiss.

He first knew he loved you on a yacht, the sunny skies of Monaco shining down on the two of you, his body half on yours while he shielded you from the sun; but scarred you with the warmth and sweat emitting from his body.

It was the way you smiled at him when he pressed a kiss to the tip of your heated nose, swatting at him when he remarked how burnt you were going to be. 

Your only response?

“Not as burnt as you, Charlie. I’m going to be rubbing aloe vera on you for days, my little lobster,” you practically cooed the words out at him, brushing your own lips over his red-tinted cheeks.

He really couldn’t help himself. He pressed his lips softly to yours, moulding the two like they were always meant to be. He didn’t know how to convey how much it meant to him that you were already pre-planning how to sooth his self-induced suffering, didn’t know how to convey how much he loved you for it, really. A kiss meant a thousand words, and he’d prove that. Time and time again.

2. When he says good morning.

Soft kisses littered your face, small brushes of lips against your nose, your closed eye-lids, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, anywhere they could linger across; they were felt. 

You could smell the fresh mint wafting from his mouth as he littered your face in tiny pecks, whispering words in French with every new kiss causing your heart to soar, to beat a second quicker; eager to open your eyes and get on with your day, when you had someone so wonderful to spend it with.

Greeted with the soft smile of an early-morning riser, Charles held his lips against your cheek for a second longer than the rest of his bombardment of kisses, three consecutive times. Three kisses on the cheek for good morning. Three kisses on the forehead for goodnight. Three kisses to the knuckles simply when he wanted to see your reaction, when he wanted to see the adoration in your eyes. He couldn’t put a number on the amount of times he wanted to press his lips to yours though, every second of every day sounded adequate to him. 

Finishing off with a peck to your lips, he finally pulled back from your face before pulling a steaming mug from the side table that he must’ve put down before beginning his morning escapades.

“A perfect cup, to start the morning. I have scheduled breakfast for an hour from now at our favourite place, time to get up, ma jolie fleur,” he said.

Holding in the groan at the knowledge you had to leave the warm and cozy safe haven beneath you, your only response was a hand jutting out towards him, grabbing towards the warm mug in his hands. He laughed, handing you the cup as you sat up, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he pushed himself off the bed.

“Don’t make me come back in here, mon amour.”

“What are you going to do Charlie? Kiss me some more?”

3. When he says his vows.

Charles Leclerc was a man of many words when the moment called for it.

This moment, right now, should’ve been the moment that called for it the most. Called for a description so heavenly, so full of soliloquies and poetry that it made the crowd around him weep. But he was too busy staring at you in all your beauty, fresh tears having gathered in his eyes just moments before. 

There you stood, his hand in yours, while the whole world around stopped. The Pastor continued his words, affirming to the whole Church how the two people before him were here to join in Holy Matrimony; here to begin their lives as a married couple, to have and to hold, for all eternity.

But he knew his part was coming up soon, where he would be asked if he had any vows to say, if he had been able to convey into a few short paragraphs, how much you meant to him. He had written it out, erased it, written it again, threw the paper out, and repeat, more times than he would care to admit.

Nothing seemed perfect enough to describe the way in which he loved you. Until the memories flooded in, the way he showed how much he loved you would be exactly how he would describe it in his vows. And he would end it off the same way he always did.

He felt his nerves heighten as the crowd was informed that the two of you had written your own vows, forgoing the pre-written ones for your own promises and affirmations to one another.

Charles was to go first.

“Everyday I’m with you, I greet you with three kisses. Every night we spend together, I send you off with three more. I’ve never been one to express myself in words, always actions. In my career, my actions win me races, they win me trophies, and championships. In my family, my actions help my family succeed, they bring pride to our name. With you, my actions demonstrate everything I wish I could put into words. With every kiss, from today, until forever, I promise they will mean a thousand words, a thousand things I wish I could properly say. I swear to everything above, I will love you until my lips cannot press against yours, anymore.”

And promise he did, with a brush of his lips across your knuckles.

this is genuinely my favourite thing i've ever written. i can't explain why, but i'm so very in love with it. i hope you all are too!! 🫶🏻

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 blurb #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc x you #pierregazly’s 1.5k celebration #writing #blurb #love blurb

[rosepascal]

lil rosie with 1.5k?? 🥺🥺💕💕 congratulations babe!!

🥭- pedro boys that prefer their woman thicker then a boba tea straw and why

thank you!! im so sorry this is late

okay i did something similar for my 1k celebration but i will happily reiterate.

Joel Miller is a man who loves thick women. That man is tough and broader than the state of Texas and he needs a women with curves. He needs something to hold and you know that man is an ass man too so the bigger the booty the happier he is

Din Djarin is into big women too but hes super shy about it. Like he isn't the smoothest when it comes to flirting but he gets so enamored by bigger girls that he just. cannot speak right. He's a nervous horny mess.

Agent Whiskey is into big girls. My man loves thicker woman 100%. He puts on his sweet talking and charm but he's easily whipped I think. He's a total flirt too so he'd love to admire your curves and make flirty remarks every chance he gets.

Oberyn Martell is into everyone in my opinion but especially bigger women. More to love in his mind. He's dirty and flirty and a man of passion so you just know he'd absolutely worship you

Javier Pena. Pena needs a curvy and thick woman to satisfy him I think. He fucks around with a lot of people but I think his preference is thicker women.

Max Phillips. Vampire Maxie over here is sooo into thicker women. Oh my god he is a relentless flirt and makes crude (but not mean) comments. He'll also slap ur ass because he's just a frat boy on the inside. But a frat boy who loves to squeeze as much as he can.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell #javier peña #javier pena x reader #max phillips #max phillips x reader #1.5k celebration

[javierpena-inatacvest]

A date night in with Frankie Morales

Part of Madeline's 1.5k celebration!! Thanks for the adorable suggestion @iloveenya 🥹💕

#madeline's 1.5k celebration #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales imagine #pedro pascal #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales x female reader #frankie catfish morales

[ellenent]

all characters I made for the draw Nintendo characters challenge ^-^

#I did this to celebrate 1.5k followers on instagram c: #follow me there if you haven't!! #nintendo #drawing challenge #six characters challenge #six nintendo characters #purah #pauline #shulk #princess peach #kirby #callie #the legend of zelda #xenoblade chronicles #super mario #splatoon #fanart #my art #artists on tumblr

[daemyradaily]

daemyradaily’s 1.5k celebration | HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

↳ Episode 1 — The Heirs of the Dragon

“Now, you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry.”

#daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #house of the dragon #hotd #hotdedit #game of thornes #gotedit #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #matt smith #milly alcock #1.5k #1.5k celebration #gameofthronesdaily #dailyhotdgifs #tuserrex #userjulia #zanisummers #userhayf #usermars #usermali #* #gifset #hope

[toms-cherry-trees]

Congrats on 1.5k Mars!! 🥳🥳 here’s the first of my submissions to celebrate with you!! Is there something fluffy you could make out of this gif? Who’s Tommy looking at, and why is he staring at them like that?? 👀👀 thank you!! 💕

Early seasons Tommy is the best Tommy and I am always more than glad to deliver, specially for you! <3

'Mars 1.5K Celebration'

Mine || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None really, some possessiveness maybe

He is always watching her.

Every Friday she is in the club. Her frocks are tailor made and her jewels are of the finest crafting. She glides about the room gracefully, a cigarette holder carefully placed between two gloved fingers, with the faintest stain of crimson lipstick upon the ebony tip. Just observing her, Tommy can feel the aroma of her perfume, mixed with the fragrance of her hair and the musk of her skin. Even from afar, her skin appears so soft; Tommy flexes his fingers, picturing what it would feel like to brush them down the curve of her neck.

He comes down every time he can, around the same hour, just to stand vigil. Leaning into the wall, whiskey on the rock warming in his hand, blue irises tracking her every move as she greets patrons, dispensing warm smiles and greetings to the patrons. Everyone knows her, how could they not? She beams like the moon in the darkest night, a perfectly cultivated rose in a field of little daisies. The eye drags naturally to her figure, almost as an instinct, and she knows it. She basks on the attention and thrives under the spotlight. She is meant to be observed, cherished and adored. 

Tommy treasures the first time he saw her. The same unwavering beauty and the mysterious eyes situated behind the bar pouring drinks, a novelty in itself. The owner had promptly realised that her presence served to drag admirers to the line, spilling their pockets on the counter for a sliver of her attention. A bright beacon to guide drunken fools to the safety of the liquor and the demise of their salaries. 

Tommy’s keen eye soon picked up through various subtleties in her attitude that she did not enjoy her post; her lips always curved in a candide but forced smile, the set of her jaw whenever she looked away, the way her fingers curled every time she pushed a hand away from her arm. One too many times Tommy had observed how depraved fingers clung to the fabric of her dress, forcing her to stay close, men wanting to drown in the glow of her charm.

He tried to put in a word with the club owner, how a woman such as herself should not be hung out like a piece of meat to lure in predators. The owner refused and sent Tommy in his way. The man did not have much to refuse two weeks later, however, when the Blinder overtook possession of the establishment for themselves. Many of the employees chose to desert, but she chose to stay. The way his name rolled off her lips sent a shiver down his spine. When he offered his lighter for her cigarette, he felt the warm caress of her breath in his hand. He had to fight off the impulse of brushing that coquettish loose strand of hair out of her face.

From that moment on, Tommy became obsessed. He had left the management of the club to others, but he still showed up there every night to watch her, to receive her gentle welcoming as the hostess of the club; to watch her strut across the room, dominating the scene, now safely flanked by two gargantuan goons to keep her safe and ward off anyone who dared look at her the wrong way. The charming smile she gave him every time he crossed the threshold was enough to wrap him around her little finger.

He had pursued her, like every other man, but she was tantalisingly elusive, always standing just on the edge of his reach, close enough to entice him, but always ready to abscond. Toying with him, giving him a taste of heaven and then slipping like sand on his fingers. Every time Tommy thought he had finally captured her, caged in his grasp, she simply vanished in a puff of smoke. The chase resumed, the thrill of the chase flaming his fervour.

Suddenly, back in the present, her back stiffens and she peers over her shoulder. Their eyes meet, a Mona Lisa smile pulling at her lips, a smile meant just for him. She has grown used to seeing him there, his attention following her about as she socialises with the patrons. She moves behind the bar and produces from under the counter a feathery fan. The effect on Tommy is immediate; his pupils dilate and the whiskey stops midway towards his lips. He had gifted her that fan. He loved to see her piercing gaze staring at him from above the fluffy tips, concealing her face from view and leaving to his imagination what was happening behind. Is she smirking, is she grimacing, are her lips pursed in a silent kiss?

More often that he cared to admit, Tommy had pictured her with that fan in her hand and nothing else on her skin.

She leans down towards a male, using that same fan to hide their faces as she whispers to him. The beast of jealousy lashes inside Tommy’s chest, growling and gnawing and banging against the bars of its cage, straining to escape and wreak havoc. His free hand twitched and fisted around nothing, the mental image of his fist colliding with the man’s nose burning like a branding iron. He knows she does it on purpose; she loves to rile him up, push on the boundaries of his desires and then reap the seeds she has sown on him. The threat of another stealing what he so desperately covets enough for Tommy to double up his efforts. He cannot slack if he aspires for a woman like her.

As the night winds down and the patrons wane, she finally caves in to him and moves to his side. His posture is relaxed but his jaw is tense and his muscles nearly vibrate with the need to pounce on her, the wait so long and the prize so close. Her hands lay on his chest, pushing him towards one of the shadowed corners of the room to steal a heated kiss from his lips, still tasting of champagne and sweetness of her own self. Tommy circles her waist, all too happy to oblige in her desire. The game has been played, the hunt culminated and the treasure laid before him

Her whispered words tickle his ear, her gloved hand cradling the back of his head, feeling the pressure of a hidden ring against his skull

“I am ready to go home, Mr Shelby”

The smirk dances on his lips, his fingers gripping her chin tenderly and brushing some smeared lipstick from the edge of her mouth

“As you wish, Mrs Shelby”

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby one shot #tommy shelby fanfic #marsie writes #mars 1.5k celebration