#(it is very much their home first and foremost)

[eldritchneuro]

Honestly, yeah, Australia wildlife is probably more dangerous than a lot of places, but living here you don’t really notice because from the time when you’re young you’re brought up to have good ‘safari etiquette’. Don’t shove your hands under rocks where you can’t see, never touch or go within a couple of meters of wild animals, always wear proper thick shoes when out walking, always assume that an injury from an animal you don’t know is something to keep a close eye on.

And a lot of it’s just common sense that you should be doing already. Stay on the bush tracks, don’t leave small children outside unattended, don’t go into water that isn’t part of a public area.

You’re not going to get a sting from a cone snail unless you break the sacred ‘take only photos, leave only footprints’ rule and honestly if you do end up carking it, well, I’m not gonna say you deserved it but I am gonna give you some major side-eye because you’re kinda the one that started it by being disrespectful of Country in the first place.

Which makes it even weirder when some yank comes up to you, talking about how “I could never live where you are, it’s soooo dangerous!!”, and then you see them on the news a day later mauled to death because they got drunk and picked a fistfight with a bear.

[ofbardsandmen]

nothing ever excites me more than a spontaneous genshin, or more particularly, mondstadt discovery. i sat diluc upon the barbatos statue as a nice spot to go afk on without being interrupted by repetitive idle animations and voicelines (sorry diluc, this is nothing personal). my volume was turned up more than regularly by accident, and my in-game music was off despite how much i like the original game soundtrack. aNYHOW- i was about to go afk when i heard some strange noises that i didn't recall hearing in mondt before. it made me pause and turn my volume up even more. in the video above, it's kind of hard to discern the brief sounds over the noise of the wind up on the statue and in mondstadt in general, but when the wind dies down a little, you can distinctly hear voices of people, and what shocked me the most – neighs of horses. i have no clue whether it is just me discovering this only now, after 4 years of playing this godforsaken game and clearly not having paid enough attention to mondstadt's sfx before, but i still felt the need to share this terribly interesting tidbit in case there's other clueless mondstadt enthusiasts like me.

[fairyofthehollow]

[bansheehill]

fucked around (snooped on someones socials) ………………. and found out ………………..

[nebulouscoffee]

“Richard, it’s warm.” Mum appeared at the doorway, possibly to thwart the potential disasters which usually began about the five minute mark. “How about a beer?” He looked between them anxiously. “… You sure?” She half-smiled. “Come in.” Julian noticed how closed-off she was acting around him, how aloof- he’d never seen her like this. Usually, she’d beg them to stop fighting, remaining neutral for as long as possible before eventually taking Father’s side. Now, Dad entered the house gingerly, like he was stepping into some lion’s den… Julian’s mouth fell open. Was this really all he’d needed? Being given the cold shoulder for four months? They’d caused each other so much pain, the three of them… Always so supremely awful at communicating.  “… Everything all right, darling?” “Sure.”  They heard an “Ah, Mr. O’Donnell again!” from inside; “Your wife was kind enough to direct me here, lovely woman…” Mum sighed, the golden light of the porch softening the lines on her face. “I was so proud of him, for “fixing” things…” she lamented. “It was only during the war that I realised how ignorant that was. Maybe some things are unfixable.” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Julian, feeling generous. “I’ve been told I have trouble giving up on people.” “Hmm. I’ll always remember how you comforted your cousin Amir, when he fell out of that tree and broke his ankle.” Julian frowned. “I thought I fell out of that tree?” “No, no… I distinctly remember. You saw him crying, and even though you didn’t understand- well, maybe you did, I don’t know,” she amended. “But… you knew he was in pain, so you were upset, too. You gave him your teddy bear to hold.” Well. Memory had a way of distorting itself, even without DNA resequencing.  “I don’t suppose you remember that bear? You called it the funniest name.” “… Actually, I still have him,” Julian chuckled. “Kukalaka currently resides on Cardassia Prime.” She shook her head. “Thank you for holding on to so many things we tried to erase, Julian.” “I tried to erase you, too,” he admitted, leaving aside the question of whether or not that was justified, and thinking of the oft-rewritten city they stood in. One he’d never wanted to come back to.  One that was less like a shiny new starship, and more like- well, good old DS9. A playground for oppressors reclaimed, remodelled- turned into a home for so many unlikely people. An awkward thing stitched up like an old stuffed animal and held together with love.  Julian linked their hands, hesitant at first… It had been some time since he’d last performed surgery. “For once, I’m happy to have failed.” Mum swallowed. “There were days, when you were at war and your father was in prison- I thought we’d always be separate. And that was to be my punishment.” “Oh, Mum. Sorry I didn’t write more… I didn’t know you were worrying.”  “Of course I was.” She breathed in. “I still worry. Is it safe for you there?” “Um.” He was absolutely not going to tell her the real reason he’d come to Earth, but he didn’t want to lie, either. “Sometimes, no. But things are changing.” It was a relief, however belated, that the law was on his side. “There’s a lot of healing to do. Lots to patch up, and reinvent… I don’t know, maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to it.” Suddenly possessed by another impulse, he switched to Arabic. “This place, too, was overrun with conflict and scarcity, once… but see how beautiful it is today, Mother.”  She glowed with… Julian didn’t recognise it immediately, but it was pride. “Then I know you belong there, habibi. You always saw the beauty in everything.” After about two or three seconds, Julian caved in and hugged her. “I’m very glad I came to see you,” he said. “Now- let’s go rescue Miles. I think he’s suffered enough.”

It's been three years to the day I first started posting my longfic 'Home', which I'm guessing is where most of you lovely people following me found me! I'll be honest, I don't read this one much. Mostly because I just put so much of myself into it that it almost gives me this uncanny-valley like feeling, seeing it online? It was never intended for an audience larger than myself- I wrote it in 2021 purely as an exercise in lockdown era self-therapy, to process my own cluttered feelings about several things both personal and cultural/political. But I'm so grateful 2022 me was brave enough to share it (braver than 2025 me, if I'm being honest :D), because it led to more things I'm grateful for than I can count! I revisited the chapter where Julian goes to Omdurman today (one I'd been especially avoiding since the war broke out), and it hit me all over again just how much my objective with fandom and transformative work is to explore in explicit terms the afrofuturism/third world futurism that the Star Trek universe is so rich with promise for, but rarely ever delivers on. I genuinely never expected more than ten people would read it, but over the years I've heard from so many people that it struck a chord with them, that it gave them things to think about. Obviously the ds9 fandom isn't perfect- no fandom is- but the warm, lovely, extremely generous reception I got from it for a story so clearly written by a fan of colour from a third world country (that doesn't shy away from such themes or explore them simply through allegories either) really warmed my heart, and will always stick with me <333

[son-of-avraham]

hiii, im a conservative convert who wears tzitzit! it's definitely not the community norm, and you'll probably get some ppl reacting weirdly or telling you you're getting "too frum" (or maybe that's just my shul...), but that's their problem — what matters is whether you find it meaningful, and how it enhances your connection to Hashem. it's always a positive thing to take on a new mitzvah. personally i have found it to be deeply meaningful. and if you're worried about people's reactions, you can always wear them tucked in! i will add that if you're wearing out, it's my opinion that you should not do things publicly that violate halacha such as eating at a non kosher restaurant, but i also recognize that im very stringent in general for myself so of course, you should speak to your rabbi and use your judgement in making those decisions. all this to say — honestly yes, you will probably be the odd one out at a conservative shul if youre wearing tzitzit, but as long as it's something you find joy and meaning in, then it won't matter!

sorry this was a very rambly paragraph lol, but i really do encourage anyone who feels intrigued by this mitzvah to start wearing tzitzit without worrying too much about what people think. i think it's a beautiful way to remind yourself every day of your dedication to Hashem and to Torah <3

Absolutely! I don't really see anything jewish as being "too frum" to observe - because frum people are amazing people and because the things we call frum are just... part of judaism? I've found so much meaning in the things I have been able to do, and I've found... it's not just as simple as "I do this because I'm told to," these mitzvot are meaningful because of how grounded I've felt doing them, how they remind me I'm part of a bigger world that's not just "me," that I represent part of the human condition and I should act like it. I think a lot of people almost... oversimplify these mitzvot to the point where they can't understand why it's meaningful - which isn't really a bad thing, because I get it! We don't find the same meaning in the same things! But I just love celebrating all of these mitzvot because I think they're deep and personal and bigger than just "do this arbitrary thing lol"

[rexhya]

note — i built these into each other js for funsies 😛

✦ ✦

yandere!prince who wakes up feeling empty, and was right when he can't find you anywhere. he thinks your just hiding from him as usual, he thinks he'll find you in the bathroom somwhere crouched beneath the sink, trying to make yourself feel useful, but there's nobody.

he doesn't panic yet, you can be slippery from time to time, not to mention the fact you insisted it was better you sleep in your room last night. ( something about being on your period and dirty sheets ) and you'd bee so good lately he was easy to comply with your demands.

now he wishes he hadn't, Anul tore his bedroom and living room looking for you, tears prickinging his cheeks, hand shaking manically. where had you gone? and were you okay, what if something bad happened to you?

he was abput to search the kitchen when he realized there was too much ground to cover, instead he made an announcement to all the staff working that day: find you.

when it was quickly realized you werent in the castle Anul almost felt his heart stop. you werent hiding from him, you were running from him. uou'd escaped his grasp and took off without a word.

he was hot with anger, but would save that for later. first and foremost was to locate his precious girl, the woman of his life.

but that didnt come easy either, 2 weeks had gone by snd he was starting to feel helpless, he'd exhausted most of his resrouces looking and looking for where you could be. how long would this take, he didnt know. his patience was thinning along with his willpower, this was it, there was only one place he hadnt searched for yet and if you weren't there he'd be sure then that someone had taken you and he needed to go further to find you.

and then he did, after two long weeks and a lifetime of worrry later you were there. smiling from ear to ear, a basket of something in your hand talking to whoever had the pleasure. he didn't waste a second, it wasn't a very steep incline from the hill he'd recognized you on downwards. he'd left the horses there, he could see the ansty villiagers, what was the prince doing all the way out here? it couldn't have been good.

news travel get to your quaint little town as fast, anul was approaching you from behind as your mother and father spoke to you fondly. but then they stopped, and a young gave them a confused glance.

"are you two okay, you look a little pale.."

"everything is spendid!" a cherry voice aaid behind you.

fear rippled through your body, you whipped your head around and your worst fears were fufilled. he'd found you.

"but-but how I..." you trailed off as anul frowned, he didnt like it that you weren't estatic to see you considering how much time he spwnt looking for you. he'd thought you'd been kidnapped for christs sake!

"what are you doing here!" you blurted out, regretting it immediately.

anuls gaze was like ice, you took a step back closer to your parents arms. anul didn't say anything for a moment, he only started at the picture in front of him.

his only love, and your mother and father. "I think i should be asking you that question, don't you?"

"I-," you gulpled, terrified. "I'm sorry." and another protetive step back.

this made his smile, "oh i know you are."

that's when it dawned on him, "well, I belive it's quite rude, and probably treason to turn away the crown prince from your door, is there no tea?" and your motger immediately jumped into action, swooping the three of you into your childhood home and trying to calm the atmosphere.

when the tea was set down anul scooted closer to you so that his arm could slink around your waist, it was a feeling you thought you'd forgotten about.

you parents sat there quietly, trying to make sense of whst was happening in there home.

then anul opened his mouth, "Mrs. [Last Name], Mr. [Last Name] I'd like to graciously ask the two of you for your blessing."

and you flinched, this wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. you could only watch as he explained to your parents, then just as quickly as he came, he left, only this time with you in his arms, fit perfectly right where you belong.

[minghaoes]

r: jealousy, jealousy | ot13 smau

pairing: ot13 x gn!reader (individual)

tags: jealous!svt, cheating allegations in jeonghan's (but like;; jokingly), nsfw-ish joke in jeonghans (don't even ask), jokes about dying in dk's and dino's

a/n: first time posting after *checks notes* about six months ?? here's my attempt at an apology: a jealous!seventeen smau one shot with some headcanons to match! don't forget to read the blurbs at the end of the post !! :)

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☆ choi seungcheol: cheol likes to think that he doesn't get jealous easily. he's secure in your relationship, after all. yet, when you're spending the day with one of your friends without replying to his texts as fast as you usually do, he can't help himself but feel a bit skittish at the thought of not having your attention on him - especially on a day off. he'll text you a little bit more than he usually does, updating you on what he's doing, and waiting for you to come back home as soon as you can.

☆ yoon jeonghan: if there's one thing jeonghan knows for sure, it's that you love him just as much as he loves you. there's no reason for him to be jealous in any capacity, but that doesn't mean that he won't pretend that he is. even if you're only leaving him to pick up snacks from the next best convenience store, he'll jokingly accuse you of going to see your secret lover behind his back - despite jeonghan being the one begging you to go out without him.

☆ hong jisoo: joshua is rarely jealous. he prides himself in being able to provide for you, in protecting you, and always making sure that your needs are met first and foremost. he's only ever feeling jealous whenever this sense of security for you comes from someone else instead of him. when he sees someone else offer you their jacket before he can, because he didn't notice right away that you were cold, he feels dejected; he's jealous that he wasn't first in line to assist you in times of need, no matter how trivial they may seem.

☆ wen junhui: jun is only jealous when he's overthinking. he feels a bit posessive of you and he doesn't mind admitting it when the situation allows it. when both of you decide to go out with your friends, jun is hesitant. he's not a fan of overcrowded space; overcrowded spaces with drunk men no less. yet, he doesn't want you to feel like he's holding you back in any way. so he let's you go out on your own, all while keeping an watching eye on you. and when some slightly tipsy guy approaches you, he doesn't interfere; but he cannot help himself and lets his jealousy slip, in the least dramatic way possible.

☆ kwon soonyoung: hoshi isn't jealous, he's only ... slightly territorial. he likes to be near you at all times and he enjoys physical touch a bit more than the average person. when his lips aren't on you, his hands are. he always yearns to be close to you, one way or another, preferably with his head buried in your neck. so when something someone else occupies his spot, he cannot help himself - and his jealous side is the cutest thing you've ever witnessed.

☆ jeon wonwoo: unlike what his mostly calm demeanor may suggest, wonwoo is the opposite of nonchalant. he can be very chalant, in fact, but only ever shows it when he's alone with you. when you're out together, wonwoo tends to be a little shy. he's not a fan of pda, nor does he think it's necessary for the both of you to show your love outright in public. that is, until someone else decides to flirt with you right in front of him. then, he'll do about everything to show the person in front of you that he's yours, even when it ends with you cooing at him.

☆ lee jihoon: similar, woozi doesn't need public affection to show you how much you mean to him. he always invites you out to wherever he's currently at, as quality time is one of his favoured love languages. body doubling while he's at the studio? you don't even have to ask. spotting each other at the gym? it was his idea. going out to eat together? his keys are already in his hand. so when you're focusing on someone else while he's trying to have his beloved quality time with you, he can't help himself but feel a little cranky in your presence.

☆ lee seokmin: seokmin's jealousy manifests itself openly. if his red ears aren't enough of an indicator, then the way he continuously touches you sure will be. he's gentle in his ways, his fingertips will barely graze the top of your thighs while you're focusing your attention elsewhere. he's almost shy in his affections, since he doesn't quite know yet how to approach this topic with you. he'll look at you with big eyes and a small pout on his lips, until your attention turns back to him for a brief moment. and he feels his face warm up even more.

☆ kim mingyu: mingyu might as well be named the most jealous seventeen member. don't misunderstand - like the others, he is very well aware of your affections for him. yet, this doesn't mean he's ready to willingly share you with anyone else, no matter who it is. he's a bit selfish in this way. and he loves you cooing over him too much to really feel too embarrassed to have been caught jealous. no matter who it is. (only maybe a little bit when you see him sideeye you cooing over his baby newphew instead of him.)

☆ xu minghao: minghao's jealous side is quiet. he doesn't like being jealous, because he logically speaking knows that there's nothing to be jealous of. he knows that you're just as devoted to him as he is to you. but it doesn't mean that his head is always where his heart is. whenever he can feel the little green monster rise inside his chest, he turns away from you. he needs to take a step to collect himself and his feelings, and you're with him to ease every last little worry he might has.

☆ boo seungkwan: seungkwan's jealousy manifests itself in a less ... gentle way. when he's jealous, he's insecure. he knows he's not the most ideal boyfriend one can have, considering his consistenly busy schedule and all, but he knows that he tries his best... usually. all of these rational thoughts leave his head the second he sees someone else talk to you. someone who's a bit taller than him, a bit more mature, a bit more everything he isn't. when seungkwan is jealous, he needs your reassurance and you never hesitate to give it to him.

☆ choi hansol: vernon is rarely ever actually jealous. he knows that there's no reason for him to and he trusts you too much to actually feel threatened by anything or anyone when it comes to your love. he's less jealous and more needy when he feels you slip away from him. when you're spending your days off with someone else instead of him, he can't help but miss you a lot. he's not jealous of the other person (no, really!) he just wants you to focus your attention on him and no one else (maybe a little jealous.)

☆ lee chan: as the youngest member of seventeen, chan is used to having all of the attention on him. he secretely loves being dotted on, loves having your attention on him, too. so when you're not looking after him for once, he can't help but feel a bit more clingy than he usually does. he's not a fan of you taking care of others the same way you do for him - in his mind, it's something that should be reserved for him and him only. he loves how big your heart is and how caring you are. yet, this doesn't stop him from feeling a certain way whenever you shower someone - or something - else with love the same way.

© minghaoes 2025.

[hatethysinner]

papa remmick headcanons pleaseee 🥸🥺

ᴘᴀᴘᴀ!ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴀ/ɴ: these have been floating around in my head since i saw the movie so it'd be an understatement to say just how excited i am to share them! for simplicity's sake i only wrote about one daughter but let's be real remmick would have like 4. i genuinely have so many more ideas than this so if i get a lot of traction i'm def doing like 5 parts. tried to go in a chronological-ish order! if imagining hot fictional characters as fathers is my favorite pasttime does that make me crazy? i don't do taglists personally, so just follow me if you want to be updated when i post c:

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, enjoy the cutest vampire mass murderer as the most devoted father in the world! i even made the setting and time period very vague because i absolutely refuse to terrorize this adorable family.

part 2!

first and foremost, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ could only be a girl dad. it is physically, spiritually, and cosmically impossible for this man to have sons. don't argue with me, argue with the universe.

from the start, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ was incredibly attentive. if his baby girl so much as shifted lightly in her crib, he was already standing over her before you could even stir.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ insisted on skin-to-skin contact at every opportunity. didn't care if he had to stay still for HOURS. and he would too.

“she’s settlin’ her heart,” he'd whisper, “and mine’s the drum she’s gonna know first.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ took her babbling dead seriously. would fold his arms, listen with furrowed brows, and nod as if absorbing the meaning of life.

talked to her constantly. about everything. you'd catch ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ engaging in full-on conversations with an infant.

“this right here’s nutmeg. we don’t touch that, ‘cause it’s strong. like your mama. now this is thyme. it teaches ya patience.” (he was very proud of that joke)

best believe ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is singing to her if she won't go to sleep. real songs, not lullabies. low and soft. a little off key. a little too slow. and always with her name in the chorus.

if she trips over air, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ's already crouched beside her like a medic on a battlefield.

“where’s it hurt, baby? show me. papa’s got you.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ let her paint his nails. once. now it’s every saturday. sits there dead serious with one hand outstretched and the other holding a towel so she doesn’t drip.

says “gentle, baby” every time she pets a flower, every time she touches your face, every time she hugs his neck. because that’s how ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ taught her. love is gentle.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ never hid his vampiric features at home. she adores them. pokes at his fangs, tugs at his claws, stares into his eyes with not even a hint of fear. because there's no need to.

if she calls for ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ in the night, even once, he’s at her side with a glass of water, a fresh blanket, and at least four “ya okay, sugar?” before he even sits down.

when she gets sick, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ holds her all night with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other on her back like he can make her feel better just by staying still enough.

do not ever ask ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ to discipline his daughter. ten minutes later, you'll find the two of them on the porch swing sharing a pint of ice cream and laughing like nothing happened.

“i talked to her,” he’d say, mouth full of rocky road (🤭). “we came to an understandin’.” they did not.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is a constant bragger. constant. mentions her name in every single conversation, so avoid casually talking to him at all costs.

“my baby just got straight a’s. first grade, top of her class. can ya believe that?”

does not play when it comes to styling her hair. to learn, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ sat on a little wooden stool for an entire afternoon under the careful eye of mama, focused like it was life of death. now he does them every sunday morning, and always ends with three sweet kisses.

“prettiest girl in the world. prettiest head of curls, too.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ felt left out of not having a bonnet (literally made this :( face) so he wears one too. unironically loves it.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ always needs a picture of his family. first day of school, new dress, vacation, playing in the yard, doesn't matter. wallet’s full of folded photos and his side of the bedroom’s a shrine. framed memories everywhere. his girls, always.

y'all ain't never met a man who throws down in the kitchen more than ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ does. bakes, grills, fries, sautés, and seasons like nobody's business. he's been alive for over a millennium, so half the meals he makes have long been forgotten by the world. and of course he's teaching his baby girl all his skills.

girl ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ runs the pta like it's the navy. absolutely zero tolerance for slackers. despite his authoritarian, almost hivemindlike (🤭) style, every event and fundraiser ends up being a major success

he's never and will never miss a single recital, play, spelling bee, science fair, honor roll ceremony, or any other event involving his baby. ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ will fight his way to the front row if he has to, and records the whole thing with his favorite video camera. every tape is labeled, dated, and stored with care. if the house is too quiet, he'll be watching reruns.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ends every night the same. “ya know who loves ya?” he asks, real low.

and she says, every time, “you do, papa.”

and he answers, “damn right i do.” with his hand over his heart.

[everrinsly]

suna may be a famous pro athlete, but he is first and foremost your best friend vibes.

and he loves spending money on you (especially when you buy those cute skirts and dresses you love wearing to his games—wink wink).

sugar daddying part 2 (sundresses and skirts with suna). long drabble. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

sugar daddy suna | part 1 | part 3

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You really didn't want to go shopping. Like really really really didn't want to because you hated when Suna spent money on you—

"Rinnie! No, I have enough dresses—I don't need—don't wanna go!"

You were literally gripping the doorframe as Suna tugged (softly because he's not a menace) on your wrist.

"So you're saying that the three you rotate in weekly are enough...? Nah, I don't believe that for a second, angel."

"Rin! Please—I have enough. It's enough for me. It's not like I wear them daily. I only wear them for your games—"

You didn't even notice that he had let go of your wrist with a small smirk adorning his lips. Green eyes narrowing, something mischievous lurking.

Oh no.

He stepped closer to you, his musky scent filling your nostrils. Spicy and sweet and warm. Home.

"Exactly," he murmured, all deep and low, in your ear. "So...when the jumbotrons pan to you...you should look like Rinnie's girl, yeah?"

—and so, that's how you ended up here at the local boutique (expensive as fuck, by the way).

And Suna?

Smug as hell. Holding every single skirt and dress you tried on. The sundresses, the miniskirts, the pleated ones, ruffled ones, even the tight ones that showed way too much skin.

He never sat down once in the waiting area, always hovering over you like a hawk.

And! Occasionally made heart-stopping comments like:

“You’d look cute running errands in this one. Just throw a cardigan on, mess up your hair a little—yeah, that's it."

(He messed up your hair for you).

“That’s a you color. Soft. Pretty.”

"I want you in this one next week...paired with my jersey this time, not a tee."

"Wear this for me? Lemme see all of you."

"Wait, I need a pic."

And!

"This one looks like Kita's hair color. It's cute. Sent him a pic—"

"Rin!"

But finally:

“Spin again? Just one more. Last one. Promise. I promise, angel."

And so you did.

All shy and warm and flustered, your hands twitching against the flowy fabric. Hair in loose waves down your shoulders.

Suna watched every movement like he was trying to memorize you (he already has you memorized).

At the very end, he bought you four dresses and six skirts.

Four. Six. Ten total. At a high-end boutique.

You tried to argue at checkout. He didn’t even look at the receipt. Just tapped his card with a little hum and held the bags for you on the way out.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered once you were outside, cheeks burning.

He bumped your shoulder with his. “Yeah, but I make you look cute.”

“Rinnie! I swear. You’re impossible.”

“Mmm...maybe I just like you dolled up for me. What can I say.”

You froze.

Just for a second.

But he didn’t notice. The big-back was already turning to look at the food stalls. “Wanna split takoyaki?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, like your heart hadn’t just tripped over itself.

“Cool. You’re carrying the bags though. Sugar baby rules.”

You groaned and hit his arm, but you were smiling, warm and soft, just drowning in him. Always drowning in him.

[angelltheninth]

Love and Deepspace Men Taking Care of You When You're Drunk

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, being drunk, cuddles, literal sleeping together, being clingy, throwing up

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A/N: As someone with a low alcohol tolerance I would get drunk so fast.

Zayne being a doctor gives you lots of water to drink first and foremost. He knows you will throw up sooner or later so he stays in the bathroom with you for a while, patting your back. Would really like to scold you about getting drunk. But since it was your wedding anniversary he'll let it go, he can talk to you in the morning.

Rafayel drags you into bed and brings you a glass of water before getting into bed with you. While he's holding you close he runs his hands through your hair, soothing you enough for you to fall asleep. He knew he'd need to take care of you, so he didn't drink that much. But next time you have to be the one who stays sober.

Xavier holds your hair back while you throw up and tells you that he told you so, you should have stopped. As he helps you walk back to bed he moves out of the range of your kisses. He will kiss you tomorrow. So he puts you into bed and tucks you in, and puts a glass of water and some medicine next to your bed.

Sylus gets a bit drunk too but not as much as you. He thinks you're a very cute drunk, very clingy, initiating many kisses, mixing the tastes of the drinks you had. As much as he would love to keep kissing you he knows you should both go get some sleep. Both of you are gonna have a headache tomorrow, but the big party was worth it.

Caleb scolds you for getting drink right on the spot. Honestly he's glad he's had to drag you home since it gives them an excuse to cuddle with you. Brings you a bite to eat, something salty, and afterwards brings you some water. It's good that you're not throwing up cause this way he can cuddle you without fear.

[writesick-lover]

𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!reader

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summary: Even a regular evening at Hard Deck can change Bob’s world completely once he meets the oh-so familiar pair of eyes and the sweetest smile. The whole world sets into motion, love pulling him in like a force of nature - and physics.

a/n: Hi everyone! First and foremost, thank you so so much for the love and support you gave to the lastest fic, it was my biggest motivation to keep going! I’m finally pass the writer’s block I suffered due to a month full of studying and exams - but it was all worth the suffering in the end haha :D So here’s the winner of our poll! Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did, writing for our sweetheart Bob once again!!! Enjoy ;*

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"Earth to Bobbie," Jake's voice cut through the loud noise of Hard Deck, taking Bob out of his trance.

It was an evening like any other, Bob sipping his beer in the corner of Hard Deck, watching his friends play a round of pool before it was his turn. He let his eyes wander across the place, observing the bar ready to explode with people, who only kept coming in. There was music blasting from the nearby jukebox, the chatter falling into the perfect sync and although Bob liked his peace in quiet, after all these evenings, Hard Deck felt like home.

That was until a very loud group started cheering nearby, Bob's eyes suddenly getting stuck on the company of people near the darts. Some would say it is a coincidence, others that it is faith. But once Bob decided to watch those strangers, his evening was to change forever - he was to found out one wasn’t any stranger to him.

A familiar face appeared between the movement of the bodies, a face he didn't expect to see ever, and of all the places definitely not in Hard Deck.

His mouth went agape at first. It took him a few seconds to fully comprehend that you were real. Really there, standing just a few feet away from him. Then he dived into the chaos of questions popping up in his mind, the most important being - what should he do?

So Bob was determined to do what he knew the best. Observe.

He stole secret glances at you every now-and-then, stealthy, quickly looking away anytime you glanced his way. But then you got the darts into your hands and Bob found himself hypnotized, watching you giggle as you missed or hit the target, despite getting the smallest amount of points possible.

It was only Hangman's firm grip on his shoulder that brought him back to the reality he was in, staring too long at someone across the whole place.

"Bob, you with us, buddy?"

Bob shot his head towards Hangman, gulping. His face heated up immediately, suddenly becoming fully self-aware of what he was doing until now. He quickly looked away, plastering on a polite smile. He very much hoped Jake Seresin would leave it be. But then it wouldn't be Jake Seresin.

"Who is that girl you're so obviously checking out, huh?" Jake’s shit-eating grin glowed - with obviously no plan on leaving Robert alone. Bob let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head again.

"She's my friend from high school," he explained, falling silent again as he looked back at the group, proving to himself once more that you were real and not just his imagination playing tricks so far.

He hadn’t seen you in ages, but he would have recognized you anywhere. You didn't change at all, that bright smile of yours lighting up the room just like all those years ago. Your beauty forever unchanging.

Suddenly, Bob felt like that little kid sitting behind his desk, listening to the teacher in front of him faintly as his eyes were glued to the hair in front of him. He jumped slightly, trying not to seem caught red-handed, as the girl unexpectedly turned around, her eyes boring into his.

"Do you know the answer to the third question?" she whispered quietly, her gaze unwavering.

"Yeah, it's the third one. You just have to use Newton's first law of motion," Bob whispered back, earning a bright smile, from his classmate. "Thanks, B. You're a genius," she spoke softly before turning away.

Bob sighed, his heart finally slowing down before he was startled once more, again by the motion in front of him.

"Tutoring again at 4? In the library? I really need to get to know Newton or I won't get through this year,"

"Yeah," Bob broke a small smile, pushing his glasses up his nose. “We can get to know him,”

You laughed quietly before turning back, Bob unable to contain the smile on his lips until lunch.

"My man, you're out of it," Jake commented, letting go of Bob's shoulder. "If she's your friend, then you should go talk to her," he stated, crossing his arms.

"I couldn't possibly-" Bob snorted, "I haven't seen her in years!" He shook his head.

"I doubt she even remembers me," Bob looked towards the darts, his eyes landing on you again. But this time you were staring back, the intense look a little too familiar. And Bob's heart skipped a few more than just one beat.

He watched as you whispered something to your friends before leaving the spot, slowly making your way through the crowd. He gulped, looking away in search of something more interesting than you (which he found impossible) until you stood right in front of him, your presence now completely demanding his attention.

"Bob? Bob Floyd? Is that you?" you asked, your voice a little higher, curiosity crawling through it as your eyes widened.

"Hi, yeah, that's me," Bob smiled, his eyes still a little avoidant.

"I'm Y/n. Remember me? From high school?"

"How could I forget," he nodded with a small smile, pushing his glasses up once they slid on the tip of his nose.

"Oh my god, B, how are you?" you opened your arms, immediately pulling Bob into a tight hug.

"I'm good and you?" Bob chuckled into your hair, his arms slowly following your silhouette before finding their place on your back. You squeezed him slightly before a loud "ahem" came from the people next to you.

You both pulled back.

"Do you mind?" Hangman cleared his throat once more, his raised eyebrow directed at Bob.

"Oh," Bob grounded himself, clearing his throat before another bright smile painted his face. "Y/n, these are my friends," he pointed at the Dagger Squad, all letting out a ‘hello’ in unison.

"This is my friend Y/n, from high-school" he then pointed at you. "Nice to meet you all," you waved at them, earning a few smiles back.

You turned back to Bob, your eyes running from his matured face down to the laces of his large shoes. "You've grown so much," You checked him out, the muscles shaping his fabric also not escaping your attention, just as his height and the way his hair was now cut short. If it weren't for those warm brown eyes you knew so well, you probably wouldn't recognize him.

"I could say the same about you," Bob responded, his eyes finding the wooden floor as the well-known redness decorated his cheek.

A bunch of voices broke out, calling your name. You sighed.

"Guess that's my cue," your lips tightened into a line before you pulled Bob into one more hug.

"But it's so great to see you! I miss you a lot, B," you laughed into his shoulder, pulling back, your hand lingering on his arms. "Bet my semesters in uni would have been easier with you by my side," you confessed. “You were always the smartest,”

"No, no,” Bob blushed, scraching his temple.

”I'm sure you did just fine," his eyes found yours, "you always did,"

You could only sigh, not leaving his gaze. Your spark faltered for a second.

Until you heard another wave of shouts from behind you.

"See you around, okay?" was the last thing you said, pushing yourself on your toes and planting a quick peck on his cheek before you let go, briefly waving to his group and making your way towards the bar and to your friends.

"Okay," Bob repeated softly, turning to his friends and meeting their amused faces. "What?" he asked, clueless.

"You've grown so much, Bobbie," Hangman started, his voice climbing two octaves higher. "I miss you a lot, B," Rooster joined the mocking teasingly, Bob left only with a sigh of resignation.

"She's a friend," he explained again, but Phoenix chimed in, cutting him off before he could say any more nonsense.

"And friends hug each other like that - no judgment, I’m sure she knows how to hug a friend," the irony dripped from her tongue as a teasing smirk appeared on her face.

"I- We haven't seen each other for a while," Bob turned his head towards the bar longingly, falling silent.

"Bobbie, you're staring again," Jake teased. "It's like she hung your fucking galaxy,"

"Maybe you should go ask her on a date," Rooster tapped Bob's back in encouragement. "I mean, you both couldn't be more obvious,"

"On a-What?" Bob's head snapped towards him. "I don't think it's like that- I mean she-"

"Look man, if she isn't flirting with you, then I am an eight-eyed slug. Which I'm not," Jake crossed his arms.

"I-" Bob's words got stuck in his throat once he looked towards the bar again, meeting your gaze as you turned towards him, waving at him from the bar before you spun back to your friends with a sweet smile playing on your lips.

His heartbeat rose to the skies.

He was doomed.

"In human language, we call that a sign," Jake raised his chin, pointing towards the bar, "Go on, Bobbie, get her,"

"Okay," the squad observed Bob as he wandered towards the bar, carefully squeezing through the moving sea of bodies. "They grow up so fast," Hangman leaned towards Rooster, earning a loud chuckle.

"Hey, you," Bob tapped your shoulder lightly. "Hey, yourself," you said, your smile brightening. "I was thinking… Wouldn't you like to catch up? You know, about how you're doing and-"

"I would love to," you cut him off, standing up right when Bob extended his hand, accidentally brushing past your waist. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to," Bob started apologizing immediately but you hushed him. "That's okay, B. I don't mind," you smiled and Bob's breath hitched.

"Oh," was the only thing he could say when you took his hand, already dragging him towards the beach.

"How does it go in the navy?" you asked into the warm night, breaking the silence only followed by the sounds of the ocean. You were sitting on the deckchairs at the beach, the warm lights from Hard Deck falling on the backs of your heads as you watched the waves in the dark.

"Oh, you remember that?" Bob was taken aback by your question, correcting his glasses again.

"How could I not? You were such a nerd when it came to fighter planes," you sighed in content, glancing back at the porch of Hard Deck. "I bet that's your squad. I've never seen so many jacked people in one place," you giggled as Bob smiled sheepishly. "And besides, there's an airbase nearby," you shrugged.

"Wow," Bob bobbed his head in acknowledgement, "See? You're just fine on your own. Not everyone can connect the dots like that,"

"What do you mean?" you asked right away, noticing the widening smile on Robert's face. "This one time there was this group of people from out of town," he started and you leaned in, curious. "I was collecting empty cups from the squad, ready to go refill them, when this one man stopped me,"

"Oh god," you chimed in and Bob only gave you a validating look before continuing.

"And he stuffed my hands with another 7 cups, quickly let out a thank you and shoved 10 dollars into my pocket," Bob finished, proud once your laugh pierced the air. "You're kidding! What did you do?"

"I bought them beers - for those ten dollars," he only shrugged as if that wasn’t significant in the story. "Wow," now it was your turn to sigh. "You're still a walking angel, after all those years,"

"I guess anyone would do that," Bob only shook his head, taking a deep breath after another minute of silence. "Now it's my turn," You straightened as he looked up at you softly, lost in thought for a moment.

"Did you open the art gallery, like you always wanted?" he grinned when you chuckled, his heart skipping another pair of beats.

"Ah, I wish. I'm stuck in an office job right now," your posture faltered and so did Bob's lips. He couldn't believe it. "I still paint from time to time though, don't worry" you winked at him.

"It wouldn't be you if you didn't," Bob let out a breath of relief, his whole body relaxing in the moment and something in you moved.

"You know, I sometimes think about your physics tutoring," you confessed, shocking Bob once again. "Especially Newton's third law of motion,"

"You still remember that? You hated physics," Bob's eyes widened, shaking his head, unsure where all this was heading. "You even fell asleep during the tutoring. Twice,"

You laughed, the memory so vivid in your head.

"But now I know he was right," your soft voice made Bob freeze. "When one object exerts a force on another," you slowly leaned in, your eyes falling to his lips. "The other object should exert the same force back on the first object, right?"

"So you were listening after all," Bob spoke and for a moment you looked up, only to catch his gaze coming up to yours as well.

"So you know what I mean?" you asked, your voice slightly shaking.

Bob fell silent for a while, to the point where you thought he wouldn't say anything.

Then he cleared his throat.

"So can I… kiss you?" Bob rasped, his gaze now steady. Like you were the target.

The tips of your noses touched.

"I knew you were a genius, B," you whispered and with that, you closed the gap between your lips.

Your hand immediately went to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His big hands completely covered your face, cupping it softly. Neither of you wanted to stop, diving into the sweet flavor of each other's lips until your breath ran out

A few cheers breaking out from behind you once you pulled away. You both snapped your heads towards the sound, finding your friends standing on the porch, clapping, their smiles so wide, it must’ve hurt them.

"That's my boy Bobbie," Hangman laughed out loud, grabbing Fanboy around the shoulder. "You rock, Bob," Rooster whooped, earning another wave of cheers. You hid in Bob's shoulder, trying to cool down the heat in your face, before looking up at him. "And no cheers for me?" you teased.

"I will cheer for you," Bob smiled slightly, unable to look away from your eyes. "I will tell them you're the best kisser,"

"I’m just finally making use of what I learned in school," you winked and Bob couldn't help himself but kiss you all over again.

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Every movie date night, they have to set aside two hours to get to the theatre that's a fifteen minute walk away. Notes (contains mostly personal sentiments, so feel free to ignore if you so desire): A doctor's appointment I had today that was initially really anxiety-inducing in the lead up actually went quite well, so I figured I'd make something dumb and harmless to help calm my brain down once I got home. It's crazy to think I've been posting for over a month now, and I've already met a few really fun and kind comrades in content that I wish only the best to! I've also gotten many a moment of levity and laughter engaging with comments, answering asks, and even just having a chuckle over the odd but wonderfully humorous reblog tag here and there. I know a person should make the content they personally want to see first and foremost, and no one is ever obligated to like my pieces, but I very much appreciate the active kindness people have shown in response to my nonsense, and it makes me want to be a kinder person in turn. I hope anyone who sees this continues to find and/or create the kind of content online that makes them happy!

[gloomwitchwrites]

Congrats on 1k!!

Price + taking a bath (naughty) 🙃

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Thank you!!

Oh…Price. My beloved. I came to CoD because of Simon but I stayed for Price (and also Gaz and Soap hehe). While this is technically for “taking a bath,” I think it’s safe to say that I can stretch this into shower territory as well. So, for you, it’s Price + taking a bath + taking a shower w/ a naughty undertone. Enjoy!

Captain John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): suggestive themes, brief mentions of intimacy

Word Count: 520

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Price prefers showers over baths (at least when it comes to general day-to-day cleanliness). He is used to rinsing off the grime, dirt, and blood of his job under a showerhead.

When it comes to being a bit naughty with his woman, a bath or a shower is always on the table.

First and foremost, you are never taking a shower or bath alone. Never. Not when Price is home. And Price is always on his worst behavior.

Price always begins soft. He peppers you with compliments, telling you how pretty you are, and how much he loves being with you. Really, he means every word, but it’s really just to soften you up and make you melt into him a bit.

How you’re facing him matters. In the shower, with your back to him, Price will place gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck. He’ll delicately caress your skin but otherwise leave you alone. In the shower, and you’re facing him? It’s over. Price is going to kiss you, maybe even press you against the shower wall. In the bath, if you’re reclining against his chest, he’s much softer but he will take full advantage of the position. He’ll want to touch you everywhere.

Very handsy. Constantly touching. Sometimes it’s to help you wash your hair. Sometimes it’s to touch your breasts or slip his hand between your legs.

Price isn’t one for breaking eye contact. His gaze will remain glued to your body. He wants to look at his woman while she’s naked and wet. How could he not?

While taking a bath, Price is more likely to cater to your needs at pleasure. There is more time to soak, and with that, he’ll take more time to touch. If Price isn’t playing with your breasts while in the bath, he absolutely has his hand between your legs. Would absolutely whisper praises in your ear as he makes you come on his fingers. Sure, you’re getting clean, but that doesn’t mean the two of you can’t get a little dirty in the process.

But in the shower? It’s all about him. He more controlling. Price can bend you over in the shower. He can put you on your knees. He can pin you against the wall. You can suck him off or be fucked out of your mind. Not that Price won’t give you a little pleasure, but he’s going to take full advantage for himself.

In the bath, Price is gentle. In the shower, Price is rougher.

Price loves fucking you in the shower because he can come inside you and clean you up all at once.

When your legs are jelly and/or your throat is sore, Price becomes gentle again. He’ll scrub you down. Clean your hair. Even shave your legs if you want him to.

After the shower or bath, Price wants to be the one to dry you off. The intimacy of it only turns him on, which is the point. Not that he always acts on it, but sometimes he cannot help but drag you to bed for another round.

[astonmartinii]

home ties | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem bff!reader

got a home race curse? that's no match for the power of friendship

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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user1: INTER RAILING? BUT BUT BUT WHAT ABOUT CHARLES?

user2: this better be a SHORT trip because i need her in the ferrari garage this season

charles_leclerc: don't have too much fun without me :(

yourusername: iMPOSSIBLE

charles_leclerc: good i hope you miss me everyday

yourusername: like a wife waiting for her husband to come home from the war

charles_leclerc: why am i not the wife?

yourusername: i mean you're the one going here, there and everywhere

charles_leclerc: but i'm the pretty one?

yourusername: die ❤️

charles_leclerc: do you or do you not have a picture of me in your locket?

yourusername: do you or do you not want me to lay offerings for wins this season?

charles_leclerc: noted.

user3: these fools are so dear to me

user4: i know we need positive male and female friendship representation but like god i need them to fall in love

pierregasly: so fuck me then?

yourusername: is your name charles leclerc?

pierregasly: i have known you just as long as charles

yourusername: so has max and este you don't see them bitching up a storm in this comment section

maxverstappen1: i mean i just about to but ummmmmm have fun travelling!

estebanocon: i am very secure in our friendship.... some people not so much

pierregasly: i will spit in your coffee

estebanocon: it's already on the top shelf, good luck goblin!

yourusername: okay............ but thanks max!

user5: i love how most of this grid grew up together - not because it's cute but because they're all rude to each other

user6: they'll cry over each other's wins but won't follow each other on instagram

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charles_leclerc: an okay start to the season. get well soon carlos!

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user8: @yourusername i know you're on your travels but you really need to get your ass back in the garage

charles_leclerc: trying real hard not to blame her rn

yourusername: skill issue

charles_leclerc: HOW DARE YOU

yourusername: if you need me to perform, then babe that's on you

charles_leclerc: is it really a crime to want my best friend with me at races

yourusername: did you not include my letters to you in your very instagram dump

charles_leclerc: but those are just letters :(

yourusername: just letters? i see. i guess i won't send any more

charles_leclerc: NO I'M SORRY PLEASE KEEP SENDING THEM

user9: i'm so sorry but this is too cute to not be romantic

user10: i know platonic soulmates exist but damn they're making it real hard to not believe they're in love

user11: they're either in love or charles is a puppy with severe separation anxiety

pierregasly: have you considered that he could be both

user12: HUH?

yourusername: regardless .... i'm proud of you doofus

charles_leclerc: thank you pookie

carlossainz55: do i not get a get well soon? anything?

yourusername: i'm glad you didn't die?

carlossainz55: i guess i'll take it

user13: y/n is unapologetically a hater

yourusername: no i'm just a charles stan first and foremost

user14: as you should

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yourusername: yeah i'm here in the middle of a random forest eating hard pasta but charles was back on the podium so more candles and offerings coming your way

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yourbestie: do we have to stop in every church?

yourusername: YES

user15: i need someone as passionate about me in my life

yourusername: i am COmMITTED TO THE CAUSE

yourbestie: too committed i'm tired

yourusername: sit back and enjoy the stain glass windows let me do the work

user16: i feel like i'm having charlesxy/n withdrawals already

charles_leclerc: me too

user17: instagram live? twich? TWITTER SPACES? i'll do anything

yourusername: babe i'm in the middle of the forest

charles_leclerc: i thought you'd make it work for me but i see how it is

yourusername: stop i will cry and run home

yourbestie: ?

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry, enjoy your travels i just miss you

yourusername: i miss you too :(

yourbestie: gross

maxverstappen1: so like how do we go about getting you light candles for us?

pierregasly: good luck bro

yourusername: first of all, ew. second of all, no. third of all, YOU DON'T NEED THE HELP

maxverstappen1: okay damn tough crowd

charles_leclerc: you've not got the leclerc charm buddy

maxverstappen1: i've seen the 2012 haircut clearly charm was needed

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user20: phew i thought he was gonna die from separation anxiety for a second there

maxverstappen1: he's just dramatic

yourusername: so you don't want the souvenir i got you

maxverstappen1: I DO I DO I DO

yourusername: you know what you have to do

maxverstappen1: ugh. i'm sorry charles, your weird need to be with y/n at all times is kind of cute (if you weren't 26 years old already)

user21: the fact he's so pumped for her to be back - fave duo ever

user22: not to be that one freak but the last picture is looking very girlfriend to me

user23: you make a good point but i don't wanna get my hopes up just yet

user24: was his separation anxiety not enough? i feel like there's no way he could be in another relationship when he wants to be with her so often

yourusername: i'm glad to be back - the wilderness was lovely but nothing compares to you

charles_leclerc: teehee

yourusername: and i get to be reunited with my favourite gal pascale and light votives together

charles_leclerc: my lucky charms for real

pierregasly: i mean only one person has been there for each of your wins in f1 just saying

yourusername: so i'm sorry pierre i'm SORRY THAT MY APPENDIX NEEDED TO COME OUT

yourusername: but i do believe it contributed to the win

charles_leclerc: it did cause i raced so fast so i could get to your side quicker

yourusername: awwww a real gentleman (take notes pierre)

user25: how can they not be in love ^^^ LOOK AT THE MATERIAL PEOPLE

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user28: babe is taking up residency in saint devote that's crazy

user29: idk what she's doing but the moon was red ... is she really going to manifest the home win

yourusername: if i can, yes! but if he does win it's all charlie and his talent

user30: ugh you guys are so cute

charles_leclerc: having you back and racing in monaco? best week ever

yourusername: it will be

pierregasly: once again no good lucks for us

maxverstappen1: i'm really starting to think our childhood meant nothing to you

yourusername: booooo the home town hero is obviously the one i'm supporting

maxverstappen1: you told me to "choke on your cock" when i asked if you would watch from my garage in zandvoort

yourusername: welllllllllll

pierregasly: just admit you have a favourite

yourusername; fine, charlie is my favourite

charles_leclerc: :)))))

pierregasly: :((((

yourusername: you asked me to???

user31: i don't know who will be happier if charles wins monaco charles or y/n?

charles_leclerc: i know who would cry more

yourusername: i'm a big crier and proud

alexalbon: not you guys coming for my albon_pets brand

yourusername: don't pit the kids against each other

charles_leclerc: let us be dog parents in peace alex

user32: so like that's their dog.... they're together?

user33: they're so confusing

user34: i mean it's so obvious they're in love so a dog really isn't that crazy

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charles_leclerc: monaco finally loves me back (and so does she)

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user35: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

user36: i am NOT okay

yourusername: so unbelievably proud of you charlie, you deserve this more than anyone and you've made everyone proud ❤️ 🤍

charles_leclerc: thank you my love xx you've always believed in me and i'm so glad i could share this moment with you

yourusername: you're the love of my life and i would do anything for you

charles_leclerc: you already have <3

yourusername: i would light every votive i can find again if it brings you joy like this again

charles_leclerc: you bring me all of my joy

user37: they're so cute your honour

user38: lowkey forgot that they confirmed their relationship because the win was simply hitting too hard

user39: it's hitting like crack and it will be the only thing i talk about for the rest of my life

pierregasly: congratulations calmar!! i knew you could do it and i'm very happy for you both xx

charles_leclerc: thanks brother, you next

yourusername: we love you pear !!

maxverstappen1: I KNEW IT

charles_leclerc: that i would win my home race?

maxverstappen1: yeah, yeah... congrats but I KNEW YOU FOOLS WERE IN LOVE

yourusername: yeah you and about a million other people, we weren't that secretive

maxverstappen1: let me have this one thing

user40: yeah this is the worst kept secret in the world

yourusername: sorry guys but have you seen my boyf, there's no way i wouldn't be showing that off

charles_leclerc: HAVE YOU SEEN MY GIRLFRIEND???

yourusername: awwwww i love you

charles_leclerc: and i love you too

fin.

note: here's a small one to celebrate charles finally winning his home race, i won't lie i did cry. idk it's when he brought up his dad it just started the waterworks but i'm so proud of my lil millionaire racer guy :)))

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Sunday Smut Concept #33

a/n: I lowkey missed Sunday Smut Concepts…might do another part to this one, so #33b lol, i had more ideas for this one, but it was getting a bit long for a ssc :p this one is very smutty, i had to take some breaks in between writing…enjoy😗

nsfw inspo #1 (tumblr took the one i rlly wanted to use down 😑 )

nsfw inspo #2 (twt link)

Sunday Smut Concepts

word count ~ 1.9k words

Harry is completely insatiable. And insatiable for you only. He could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still crave more. Of course, Harry wanted all of you, but if he had to pick what he wanted the most, he’d have to choose the sweet and warm honey pot between your legs. And more specifically, he wanted to have his mouth locked against the slice of heaven perfectly placed between your delectable thighs more than anything.

Harry is, and will always be, a serial eater. Like he doesn’t even need to 69 to have your mouth on him while he’s crammed between your legs. All he needs is you stuffed in his mouth and his hand. To Harry, your body as a whole, from your head to your feet, deserved to be studied, worshipped and praised. And he took the time to do just that, spending a little extra time at the altar between your legs. And, of course, Harry also had his favorite ways of doing it.

Of course, his go-to, foolproof, always satisfying way of devouring you was with your body sprawled out on the bed in front of him. You’re completely naked, your head nestled deep into the pillows, your legs completely spread with himself being hungrily stationed between them, and your hips propped up with a pillow that would act as a serving dish to present your inviting and utterly mouthwatering main course.

While this position may have been seen as basic or boring to some, Harry thought otherwise. For starters, this position allowed you to be the most relaxed, comfortable, and pleasured as possible, which was always first and foremost to Harry. Now, it may have been a bit uncomfortable if you were lying on your home's hardwood floors after failing to reach the bedroom, but that's beside the point. In this position, Harry was able to thoroughly explore you, pushing his tongue into every one of your folds and exploring them. 

Lying flat on the bed between your legs, Harry’d methodically yet eagerly lick into you. He’d repeatedly drag his tongue through your center, lapping up all your juices, every movement of his tongue being different from the last as he wanted, no needed, all of you in his mouth. With every famished flick of his tongue, Harry almost vacuum your clit into his mouth, suckling on the throbbing bundle of nerves as hard as possible. And when he finally releases the pressure of his mouth, he’d do it all over again. His once mouthwatering need turned into full-on slobbering against your cunt, rustling his head in between your legs to push his open mouth and greedy tongue further into you. Through your trembling moans and shaky cries, you could hear Harry’s labored pants through the wet sounds of his tongue gliding through your center. It was like your center was essential for him to live.

Even when you tried to shut your thighs from how intense the pleasure was or push his head away to get a break from his wild tongue, Harry wouldn’t let up. In fact, your trying to run away only made him go harder. He’d dig his fingers into your thighs, clawing them apart and making even messier, more frenzied movements against you. He’d start to slurp up all your juices, opening his mouth even more to eat more of you at once. He’d even push your legs up towards your chest, slightly pinching your pussy together for him to bury himself between. Strings of his saliva mixed with your arousal connect his mouth to your center whenever his lips leave your flooded pussy, juices dripping down from your clit to your much tighter entrance. The wet slurping sounds of Harry tonguing and eating at your sticky cunt mix with the desperate and pleasured whines leaving your lips, the erotic sounds completely filling the room.

Harry continues licking through your folds, suctioning your clit into his mouth as he feasts on you. Craving more, Harry pulls his mouth back to not just admire the sticky mess he’s made between your legs but to also make even more of a mess. He leans down and slowly spits down onto your silky entrance, pushing his tongue in right behind. At this, you really try to close your legs around his head, the sensation of the tip of his tongue thrusting in and out of your entrance overwhelming your senses. Your cries become louder from the pleasure, which only egg him on further.

 And further, he goes because Harry is lapping at your second entrance not long after he’s tonguing at your entrance, gathering the juices that spilled over onto his tongue. While he went to work down there, Harry made sure to continue taking care of your pussy, bringing a hand down from its station on your flailing thighs to toy with you until he brought his mouth back. You could feel his tongue swirling around your tight entrance as his fingers pinched your swollen clit, slid between your folds, and pumped in and out of you, every once in a while curling upwards to nudge at your sweet spot, causing your hips to fly up at the sensation and a gasp to leave your mouth. Harry then brings his mouth back up to your center, licking a wide stripe up from your bottom all the way to your clit before continuing with his fervent and borderline famished mouthing at your cunt.

Now while eating your pussy was more than enough to get him riled up, the sound of your cries and moans and the feeling of you fighting his mouth really did a number on him. As he ate you, he’d picture you reacting to the pleasure. He could imagine your face and chest glistening with a light layer of sweat as your body convulsed from the pleasure it was receiving from his mouth. Tiny beads of sweat form at your hairline, some falling down the side of your face to mix with the tears of pleasure escaping your eyes despite them being screwed shut. Your mouth hung open, with the most wanton and shaky moans and cries leaving your lips that were swollen from your biting. The pleasure was so intense that your body didn’t know if it wanted a break or even more. He could imagine the coil in the pit of your stomach winding up with every lick or suck into you, becoming so tight that it was on the brink of snapping at any moment.

Harry was still happily nose-deep in your cunt when you got too tired to even fight the sensation anymore. Continuing to lick into you, He peeks up over your delicious mound to find you exactly how he’d painted you in his mind, only with the nice added touch of one of your hands gripping onto the rounded and supple flesh of your breasts. If he could have captured this scene in film, hell, if he could commission a painting of this very moment, he would. Somehow, despite the seismic release that was barreling towards him at lightning speed, the sight of you clinging to your breast for support through the intense pleasure gave him his second wind. 

Or at least he thought it did. See, while the mere sight of you could have Harry making a complete mess of his pants, eating your warm cunt sent Harry into overdrive. He’d come so hard that he’d be a little dizzy afterward. After repeatedly grinding his hips down into the mattress, fucking himself against the sheets, and unintentionally edging himself, not to mention the fact that your entrance was quaking at your own impending release. Harry was a goner. Moving one hand from your thighs, Harry reaches up your body and places his larger hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand. His gentle action was like a nonverbal ‘let go,’ and that you did. You completely crumble under his touch, letting out the breathiest high-pitched string of moans as your orgasm consumes you, the shockwaves radiating through your body, your skin becoming prickly with goosebumps as the coil of red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach snapped and flooded your senses. Even though Harry consistently delivered earth-shattering orgasms to you, it was still overwhelming in that moment. Harry kept his mouth on you through your entire orgasm, not wanting a single drop of your nectar to be wasted. And as if your climax set off a chain reaction, Harry could feel his own release rushing in. So he pulls himself up from the bed and kneels between your legs, giving his neglected and throbbing member a few tugs. The head of his cock was red and shining with precum, and his thick shaft was rock hard, with the thick vein running up the underside of him bulging out against his palm with every pump of his hand.

“Where do you want it, baby? In here or in your mouth?” He rasps, placing a hand on your lower stomach, on the edge of his own release. When he feels your hand fall on top of his, Harry instantly lines himself up with your pulsating entrance before slowly pushing into you, stretching your walls to fit. His hips weren’t even pressed up against yours when he began to spill his warm seed into you, but he continued pushing further between your walls. When you feel his warmth flowing into you, a small mewl slips past your lips. Harry came hard, your cunt milking him completely dry as rope after rope of his cum painted your walls. Harry clung to your thighs as pleasured groans left his throat. You watched through heavy eyes as his head tilted back, exposing the bobbing adam’s apple against his throat. Your hand then moves from on top of his to the side of his thigh that was pressed against yours, causing a lust-filled groan to bubble up in his throat. It was the small moments of intimacy that made you both completely feral for one another. 

When he’s finally done coming, Harry slowly pulls out of you, exposing his now glistening cock. He can see his milky cum rushing to your entrance, a little spilling out of you. Despite needing a break, Harry badly wanted to mouth at your now stuffed entrance. But your pleasure was more important, and right now, you were fully tapped out. So, he settled on leaving a small peck at the hypersensitive pearl peeking out from between your glistening folds, causing you to jump a little. Harry then moves up to the top of the bed to rest beside you.

“I love you, baby. You did so good.” He chuckles at your previous reaction, leaving a string of small kisses against your lips before pulling you into his strong body, pulling the covers over you both, and lovingly caressing your side to soothe you. 

“I think you were trying to kill me.” You mumble as an I love you too, curling into Harry’s side and lifting your leg over his muscular thigh as he laughs at your statement. Your legs now spread to reveal your cum and arousal-soaked flower beneath the sheets. 

As he drifted off into a light sleep like you’d already done, Harry wondered if you’d be interested in capturing these sinfully intoxicating, beautifully intimate moments.

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