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upperranktwo · 9 months

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♡Obamitsu♡

Dedicated to May ♡ @karura

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nyoomfruits · 6 months

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trick or treat! :D

i saw your url and i was like. wait i have something probably so !!! lestappen snippet :D

Charles puts a halt to that insane train of through and puts on the sweatpants, the nondescript black t-shirt, and then nearly drops the light blue hoodie Max had handed him when he unfolds it.

“I thought I said no obnoxious Red Bull stuff,” he grumbles, stomping back into the living and brandishing the light blue monstrosity at Max like a weapon.

“Yeah?” Max says. “So? That’s hardly obnoxious.”

Charles unfolds it and holds it up. The word ‘SPIELBERG’ is printed across the back in large white letters, Max and Checo’s names smaller underneath it along with the Red Bull logo. The front has the Red Bull logo and the word ‘Spielberg’ again, smaller this time. “How is this not obnoxious,” Charles says, a little indignantly.

“Spielberg is a lovely little village in Austria, I don’t see the big deal here,” Max says, feigning an innocence that heavily contradicts the shit eating grin on his face. “Listen, I only just got home, all my non branded hoodies are in the laundry,” he adds, a little more seriously. “It’s either this one, or a classic dark blue Red Bull one which I think you would find even more obnoxious, so.”

Charles considers the third option, which is not wearing the hoodie at all, but the material in his hands is thick and soft, and he’s still shivering a little. “I’ll take Spielberg,” he says, a little primly, and pulls the hoodie over his head.

Max is grinning at him when Charles looks at him again. “You look good in blue,” he says, shuffling over the couch to make room for Charles to flop down.

“Fuck off,” Charles tells him, but settles down on the couch anyway. The hoodie is surprisingly comfortable, not that he’s ever telling Max that. “This does not leave this house,” Charles adds, pointing at Max warningly as Max starts messing around with the remote of the TV, pulling up Netflix.

“Oh please,” Max says, “Like anyone would ever believe me if I told them Charles Leclerc was on my couch in a Red Bull hoodie watching crappy Netflix reality shows.”

“We’re not watching-“ Charles starts, only to be interrupted by the TV playing obnoxiously loud pop music. He glances back at it only to see the opening credits of Selling Sunset. Charles raises an eyebrow. “Or maybe we are.”

#lestappen #aaaah fake dating au my beloved #some day i will return to you #snippet #ask game #sorry this is so late!!!!#had to go to bed #just finishing up the ones from last night now :)

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greenlikethesea · 1 year

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Smut prompts?

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Original fiction or the fanfic pairing of your choice.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I'll just enjoy it for a moment.”

Chrissy always forgets about how funny Robin can be, how dedicated she gets to putting on a character, that she forgets for a moment exactly the steps that led her here. The pouring rain, her body's autopilot to Robin's cozy studio instead of the place she herself shared with Heather, a practical stranger, across town, the systematic removal of her wet clothes and the delicious slink into Robin's gigantic bed, which took up most of her apartment, and that slide into sleep. Her body, however, doesn't let her forget the affect that Robin has on her lately -- that familiar ache growing between her legs, churning in her gut, unable to hide any of it behind cloth and clasps. Her nipples chafe against the fabric of her top sheet.

"That so?" Chrissy says, making sure her voice doesn't betray her want.

Robin smirks. Ah, so it didn't work after all. They've been sort of circling the drain of this thing between them anyway, building for months after Eddie and Steve introduced them, sick of them lamenting the lack of female friendships in their lives. They've graduated from occasional coffee meetups to spending most days together in some way or another, and Chrissy knows how quickly she falls. And sure, Robin's a scatterbrain, a bit of a clutz, but she keeps her feelings close to her chest -- up until now.

"Maybe I'll -- maybe I'll do something about it though," Robin continues, and ah yes, there's the uncertainty Chrissy knows like she knows herself. "May I?"

"Please," Chrissy says, but doesn't make a motion any particular way. Your move, Buckley.

Robin strips silently, as if she were alone and not subject to Chrissy's hungry eyes. They've seen each other naked before, Robin's soft breasts and cute, flat butt seared into Chrissy's memory, but context is everything. As Robin slips under the covers to join her, naked as the day she was born, Chrissy presses forward, chest against chest, hips against hips. Robin's breath hitches, her hands drifting toward Chrissy's ass, taking handfuls like she's going to lose her if she doesn't touch. Inhaling sharply, Chrissy arches into that touch, grinding her cunt down to chase that high, get that friction she's so desperately needed since she smelled Robin's shampoo on the pillows.

"Kiss me," one of them says, Chrissy's not sure.

They meet in the middle, biting more than kissing, searing hot and just this side of needy. Chrissy keeps grinding against Robin, who slips a finger between her legs, brushing against her hole with a tantalizing hint of a touch.

"In -- in me --" Chrissy cries out between kisses.

Robin's fingers inside her are quick and efficient, but her lips are soft and sensual, betraying a longing much like Chrissy's, thank God, oh thank God. It's not long before Chrissy is tumbling over the edge, her orgasm hitting her like a slap, one that makes her come to her senses. Robin bites at her lips through it, pushing her just past the point of comfort, trailing off after a litany of too much too much too much. Before Chrissy can reciprocate, Robin's hand is quick on herself, teeth latched onto Chrissy's shoulder and biting down when she convulses with her own orgasm. The best kind of pain, borne of pleasure.

They're silent in the moments after, breathing in each other's air, giggling softly into each other's skin. It's only when they've truly caught their breath that Robin speaks.

"You never really responded to my question," Robin says.

"It wasn't a question," Chrissy says, and kisses her to make her forget.

#asks #sorry this is so late!!!!#thank you so much <3 #buckingham

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loves-quinns · 1 year

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Do you have any book recs similar to Payback’s A Witch by Lana Harper? Or The Once and Future Witches by Alix Harrow?

Hmm don't know if you mean witches, queer witches, or queer romance so I'll give you all 3:

The Year of the Witching - a straight up witch novel set in early America that deals with race, sexism, and a deeply conservative tyrannical society. Tbh I loved it. Takes a minute to get in to

In Defense of Witches - a nonfiction about the sexism of witch hunts

From Bad to Cursed - Second book in the Witches of Thistlegrove series and is about Talia's sister. It is a straight romance but Issa is bi and I found her fun and charming. Would go to bat for her and Rowan.

These Witches Don't Burn - haven't personally read this one yet but I've heard good things and its gay so how could it be bad

Delilah Green Doesn't Care - I loved it and its gay no other comments

Written in the Stars - also loved it and its gay and about astrology

In the Event of Love - lumberjack lesbian and femme childhood besties reunite after 5 years apart in the mountains during christmas time? Its 5 stars from me

#answered #follow me on storygraph or goodreads to find out whatever else im reading #most of them are also gay #will be reading some becky chambers this month and shes lesbian scifi so if that sounds like your thing #sorry this is so late!!!!

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beebfreeb · 2 months

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An Interview with Dot.

#beebfreeb art tag #comic #ms paint #artists on tumblr #art #I slept for two hours and then couldn't fall back asleep so I made this. Thank you comic ideas in my phone notes for giving me things to do #my ocs #<- sorry I've been really into one-off robot OCs lately #an interview with dot #robot

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wacuoms · 11 days

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#geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanart #hes so me #also sorry for no art life has been crazy lately

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plantpirating · 11 months

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Type "I am" in the tags and whatever follows is your gender today...

#I am so sorry for the late notice #i am not sure if you are aware of the dangers #i am not sure if you are aware of this but I am not sure if you are aware of this but I am not sure if you are aware of this but I am

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cliopadra · 5 months

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WE’RE GETTING A SEASON THREE!!!???!!!

#sorry that I’m freaking out several hours late #the news dropped while I was in the middle of teaching so I just spent the last few hours silently screaming while trying to act like a #teacher #my art #good omens #good omens season 3 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens fanart #cliopadra blabbers on

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the-phantom-peach · 9 months

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modern link and zelda because they’re cute and i can do what i want <3

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deep-dark-fears · 28 days

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Out out, Mister Goofums. A fear submitted by Lauren to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find original artwork or commission portraits in my shop!

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triona-tribblescore · 22 days

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Sometimes I forget im allowed to draw him going a lil crazy 😌✨

#scheduled post #LET HIM GO CRAZYYYY #:D #sorry for being so bad at interactions lately #been so so busy with life rn #gimme like 3-4 weeks and I'll be back to being chronically online /lh #sending love <3 #angel dust #angel dust fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin #husk #huskerdust #(?)#theres a little there lol #hazbin hotel travis #tribbleart #<3

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mwagneto · 1 year

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sorry idk but the way the world is so fast and the people in it still want it to be faster is sooo annoying to me. people groaning while standing in line for 3 minutes people being mad the train ride is gonna take 2 hours people complaining that the bus is a few minutes late people being angry that construction work is taking months even though it used to take decades. don't you see the world is already so so so fast in every single aspect can't you understand that being mad will do nothing and just make your mood worse. enjoy the moments of stillness you're given. just stand in line and look at the people around you. sit on the train and watch the scenery. you'll get there.

#it's literally one of my main pet peeves not even sorry actually!!!!! esp ppl loudly complaining while standing in line or #when the train's like 2 minutes late coz it has to stop and ppl start yelling #hell even if it stops for 2 hours. who cares who cares who cares unless you're late for like a weeding or smtg who cares !!!!#literally just relax slow down. look at your phone idk #this one should be it's own post but like when people complain about budapest public transport it makes me so mad....#bruhhh shit's on time 99% of the time and it's like. outstandingly good compared to any other city #hungarian infrastructure in general like are the trains the best NO but they get you pretty much anywhere for like 30 cents #calm down !!!!!!!!!!#barking #humans

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nenayaquisieras · 2 months

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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."