#and their cute ass celly...

[starscelly]

rane -> roope -> robo !

dal@col 03.16.25

[animamii]

"Fushiguro, that's your girl?" One of Toji's block mates asks, eyeing one of the many pictures Toji had of you taped to the slate gray brick wall. It was a simple picture, your hair was wavy in this one, a cute dimply smile, lashes curled as you looked all natural. But god, were you still stunning. Toji looks up from the thing he was doing, sitting in the steel chair that was bolted down to the floor.

"Yup, that's my ol' lady," looking up at the picture he can't help but proudly smile. Toji's wall is covered in pictures. Of you, of Megumi. The whole family. Cute pictures you took with each other before he got locked up. It was his motivation to stay straight while being inside. To remind him of what's waiting for him when he gets out.

The block mate lets out a low whistle, nodding approvingly as he leans back against the cold wall. “Damn. She bad.” His celly's eyes roam over the pictures. Ones where you're dressed up all pretty, makeup done perfectly. Ones where you're wrapped around one of Toji's arms, looking up at him with all the adoration in the world. Even the ones that show just a little too much, which Toji keeps right next to where he lays his head.

Toji chuckles, shaking his head. “Watch it.” There’s no real threat in his voice, but there’s an edge of warning that makes the other guy hold his hands up in surrender.

“Ain’t mean no disrespect, Fushiguro,” he says, still looking at the pictures. “Just sayin’. You lucky.”

Toji doesn’t need to be told that. He already knows. It’s what gets him through the long nights, the endless hum of fluorescent lights, the hostility of the barbed wire that separates him from the outside. Knowing you're out there, waiting, is the only thing that keeps him from losing his damn mind.

He leans back against the desk he sits in front of, arms folding across his broad chest, eyes fixed on the pictures. His ol’ lady. His girl. His anchor in a life that never gave him much stability.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. He can still hear your voice, that soft, teasing lilt whenever you’d call him by his full name just to mess with him. “Toji Fushiguro,” you’d say, dragging it out, pretending to scold him, even though your eyes always gave you away. He lived for those moments.

“Bet she writin’ you, huh?” the block mate asks. “You get letters?”

Toji nods. “Every week.” And he does. Neatly folded pages that smell like you, inked with words that remind him that he’s still human. That he’s still yours. That he still has something waiting for him beyond these walls. But god, does he miss you.

“Damn,” the block mate mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “Every week? That’s real love right there.”

Toji just smirks again, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, edges worn from being opened and closed too many times. He doesn’t even need to read it again—he’s already memorized every damn word—but still, he unfolds it, running a calloused thumb over the handwriting. Your handwriting.

Hey, baby. I know you hate when I get all mushy, but I don’t care. I miss you. I miss you so much it drives me crazy sometimes. But I’ll wait. However long it takes, I’ll wait. You better be eating, staying out of trouble, and keeping that smart-ass mouth in check. (Okay, maybe not too much. You know I love that about you.)

Toji chuckles to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, you knew him too damn well.

Megumi misses you too, even if he acts all tough about it. You should’ve seen his face when I told him your letter came. He’s just like you, y’know? Won’t say how he really feels, but it’s all there in his eyes.

Toji swallows hard, jaw clenching. Megumi. His kid. Another reason for pushing through this hellhole. He pictures him—too serious for his own good, but with those same sharp blue eyes. His boy.

“Yo, Fushiguro,” another voice calls out, snapping him from his thoughts. One of the guards. “Mail just came in.”

Toji is already up before the guy even finishes his sentence, heart pounding just a little faster. The guard hands the baby pink envelope with a lazy flick of the wrist, and Toji snatches it up quick, already recognizing the familiar scrawl of his name across the front.

His block mate lets out a laugh. “Man, look at you. Actin’ like a kid on Christmas.” Toji was always stoic, kept to himself and never showed much emotion. But hey, you always brought it out of him and he wasn't gonna front or hold a facade when it came to how he felt about you.

Toji doesn’t respond. He just sits back down, thumbs sliding under the flap of the envelope, tearing it open like it’s the only thing keeping him breathing in this godforsaken place. The first thing that falls out is a polaroid. His breath catches. It’s you.

You're sitting by a window, sunlight spilling over your skin, that soft, gentle smile on your lips. His girl. His sweetheart. Looking at him like she sees something in him that even he has trouble believing in sometimes. And just like that, the walls of the prison don’t feel so damn suffocating. He’s got something to hold onto.

Toji runs a thumb over the polaroid, like he could somehow feel you through it. The picture is warm, soft, a stark contrast to the cold steel and concrete around him. He exhales through his nose, staring at it for a long moment before finally unfolding the letter.

Your words hit him like they always do—gentle, teasing, but full of something deeper. Something that reminds him why he’s still holding on.

Hey, baby. I hope you’re not making the guards’ lives too hard. (Who am I kidding? I know you are.) It’s been getting colder here. I keep stealing your hoodie, the one you always say is yours but smells like me now. Tough luck, Fushiguro, it’s mine until you come back and take it from me.

Toji smirks, shaking his head. She’s gonna pay for that one.

Megumi’s been doing good in school, but I had to threaten to ground him just to get him to eat something other than instant ramen. He’s stubborn, just like his old man.

His smirk fades a little. He can picture it—Megumi sitting at the dinner table, arms crossed, trying to act like he doesn’t care. Just like Toji used to. The guilt settles in his chest, heavy and unshakable. He just wishes he could be there. For the both of you.

We miss you. I miss you.

He stops, lingering on that line. Simple, but enough to send a slow ache through his ribs.

I don’t care how long it takes. You come back to me, Toji. We’re waiting.

Toji exhales sharply, pressing the paper between his fingers, his grip a little too tight.

“Damn,” his block mate mutters, watching him. “She really ridin’ for you, huh?”

Toji just nods. He doesn’t need to say anything. He folds the letter carefully, tucking it away with the others. Getting up, he sticks some tape of the back of the polaroid, putting it up next to the rest of the pictures. Then he leans back in his chair, looking up at the mosaic of pictures you send him.

Yeah. She’s waiting. And he sure as hell isn’t gonna let her down.

[pha55ed]

Nonsense Christmas || F1/F2

type :: smut!

tw/cw :: smut!, hot women in minimal clothing!!!, sexual jokes,

contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, max, ollie, paul, pepe

summary :: you get offered to do a photoshoot for christmas which is awesome! but the drivers then find out it's a lingerie shoot and lose their minds

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

Carlos Sainz | 55

yourusername : so excited to announce my collab with savage x fenty! this design is so cute and perfect for girlys to surprise their bfs (or gfs) in! which is what im doing rn! hi carlos 👋😊

→ user 01: OH MY GAWWWD??? JAW ON THE FLOOR

⎯→ user 02: Carlos gotta be able to fight or else imma snatch her away

→ carlossainz55: you look lovely! (answer the phone now)

⎯→ yourusername: thank you!! (no, im scared

→ user 03: her face card is so lethal

→ user 04: she's this generations it girl omfg

The second you answered his calls, Carlos was hyperventilating. It was like you could practically hear how feral he was going after seeing your photoshoot. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him going crazy. Your surprise went perfectly!

"I'm coming home now," He says sternly, "Unlock all the doors, I'm running in."

"Well that doesn't sound very safe." You say, trying to joke with him. Thank god he couldn't see you in person or else he would see how wide you were grinning at his words.

"Oh shut up, wait for me on the bed" He says as he hangs up.

You did your job and now all you had to do was wait- Oh my fucking god he's at the door already. You can't even say anything before he's all up on you, getting ready to berate you for looking too good for the world's eyes.

"I missed you" He mumbles as he kisses your neck eagerly. His hands roaming down to your ass, giving it a squeeze which makes you laugh. But he's not smiling at all. You knew what was gonna happen and you didn't care.

Charles Leclerc | 16

yourusername : the victoria secret winter showcase was such a blast! loved seeing all my girls again and esp all you guys! i wouldn't be here without you <3 happy holidays to all

→ user 01: MOTHER IS BACK!!!!

⎯→ user 02: Literally the best walk in the whole show

→ charles_leclerc: i will go to war for you

⎯→ user 03: she awoken his primal instincts

→ user 04: will we see you again??? u were SLAYINGGG

⎯→ yourusername: duh! see you next year <3

→ user 04: she's beautiful, humble, and with a rich boyfriend? when is it my turn

The second you got off stage, Charles was doing his absolute best to compose himself. Seeing you still in your lingerie set, cute little hat and gloves made him pants feel so tight. You kept wanting to say goodbye to all the girls, thanking the staff, being your usual self. This is the one time Charles was wishing you would keep your mouth shut and rush home.

Once you both were out, he rushed you into the car. But not the passenger seat, instead he pushed you into the back seats. He quickly followed you, unbuckling his belt and staring at your body.

"Charles!" You say, shocked at how desperate this man was. "We can't! People are gonna see-"

"And?" He says as he rips his belt off and begins to unbutton his shirt. "My windows are tinted, amor, no one will see."

He's hands are quick, instantly getting your clothes off too. Once he saw the same white lacy set you were wearing earlier, he can't help but grin like crazy. He was worshipping the ground you walked on. Practically licking your footsteps.

"I'm so so lucky," He groans, his hands caresses your body with such care. "So so lucky."

Lando Norris | 04

yourusername : skim's winter collection is out!!! And I'm part of it! So happy to show off these sets to the world ❤️

→ user 01: body is TEAAAA

⎯→ user 02: the body of my dream fr fr

→ landonorris: but when i wear ur bras I'm a slut???

⎯→ yourusername: u got no boobs to deserve a bra

⎯→ landonorris: so ur calling me skinnyyyyyyy?

→ user 03: slayed so hard that dinosaurs r extinct

⎯→ yourusername: don't blame me for that :(

→ user 04: can't believe lando is just... joking around... do u think this is a fucking game? you think this is funny? i will steal your girl and propose and start a family of 5.

⎯→ landonorris: trust me, we're gonna be a family of 5 once i'm home

And he wasn't joking about that comment because you two have been at it for almost an hour at this point. He was flipping you from position to position just to make sure he got every single angle of you in this lingerie set. Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, all sorts of positions that even Sabrina Carpenter hasn't tried.

He already cummed once too, but he was so horny that he was instantly recharged. Thankfully he was sane enough to help clean you up before pounding you once again. But that was the only break you had. You couldn't help but just feel bad for your neighbors for having to hear you two go wild.

But Lando isn't a monster! He knows that it can hurt after going for so long. So while your whining, begging him to slow down or give you a break for minute, he simply just reaches for the bedside drawer. He whips out a fat tube of lube and squirts some onto his dick before quickly getting back to work.

"L-Love you," He mumbles as he keeps thrusting in and out "Love you so much, ahh"

Oscar Piastri | 81

yourusername: let my inner princess out for Victoria Secret's Santa Baby collection! every piece is so precious, just like all the crew members and girls 💋

→ user 01: literally a goddess

⎯→ user 02: blessed by aphrodite herself

⎯→ user 03: she IS aphrodite

⎯→ yourusername: don't curse me girl 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

→ user 04: ur such a ball of sunshine UGHHHH

→ user 05: i pray this doesn't get on my bf's feed

→ user 06: can oscar fight?

⎯→ oscarpiastri: no but i can dox you

You know "Jealous" by Nick Jonas? That's exactly how he's feeling right now. Seeing everyone admire not just your body but how lovely your energy is was making him want to burn the entire building down. He was so supportive of your being a model, how could he gate keep your beauty from the world?

But now, oh god he hates this. He rushes you both home after the shoot and instantly lays you on the bed. His mind is racing yet he's not saying much to you.

"Oscar?" You ask him, looking up at him from the bed. Which instantly makes his dick throb, something you see through his pants. Even just saying his name might drive him to the edge.

"If I cover you in hickies, you can't work anymore, right?" He says, taking off your top and rushing to unbutton your jeans.

"Don't do that," You say trying to sound stern but you did love the idea. "You know I have another shoot soon!"

"You have foundation," He says as he begins to kiss down your neck and pressing harsh circles on your clit "You'll live." He says as he pushes your panties to the side. Your breathing hitches, knowing how good he was with his fingers.

"Unless," He pulls his hands away and looks down at you. "you really don't want to?"

But he knows you want it, he just wanted to hear you say it. To know you were as needy for him that he was for you.

Max Verstappen | 01

yourusername: i WOULD be freezing cold but thank god for the skims fleece bodysuits!! happy holidays to all! may ur pussys be warm and used ⛷️

→ user 01: (Y/N)?!?!?!1 THE CAPTION

⎯→ user 02: i need to know if kim's reaction to this 😭

→ user 03: literally like a barbie doll

→ user 04: looked at myself and sighed

⎯→ yourusername: stalked ur page and found ur facebook, GIRL u go to stanford, have a nice ass house, AND A LETHAL ASS FACECARDDDD hush ur mouth, ur lovely

⎯→ user 04: omg thank you??!?!?!?!! 😭😭

⎯→ user 05: she's the ultimate girls-girls

→ user 06: if max doesn't comment soon i'mma assume she's free for me

→ maxverstappen1: sorry i was drooling, im only commenting to scare user 06 away

⎯→ user 06: im gonna hex you.

You fully unlocked mad max at these photos. Although the shoot was simple and not even super suggestive: he was fuming and needed to get it out. He was joking in the comments, but he’s already jacked off once to the photos.

And once he gets home, it’s over for you. You’re pinned against the wall, his lips going all over your body. Not an inch of you is left unkissed.

“Unbelievable” he said as he sneaks a hand behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. He tugs you downwards, you already know that that means.

Instantly you’re on your knees, looking up at him as if you had no idea why he was so angry. That just made him even more angry. Which may or may not have been your intention.

He unbuckled his pants quickly, throwing the belt to the side and letting his pants fall down to his knees. Your hands already know to do and pull his boxers down. And you’re instantly hit with the sight of his hard cock, a veiny and thick one.

You’ve seen it many times before, but you always can’t help but stare in awe of how something that size of a wrist is fitting inside you.

“Don’t just stare at it.” He tugs your face directly into his dick, smushing your face against it. “Get to work.”

Oliver Bearman | 87

yourusername: so so so happy to modeling the newest set for my bestie's brand! i'm wearing... nothing... 😉 the real sets come out in a week! stay tuned MWAH

→ user 01: my whole face is PINK omg

⎯→ user 02: my tip is RED

⎯→ user 03: oh...

⎯→ user 02: i'm a girl, dw

→ user 03: ... start an onlyfans... please.... please please please

→ user 04: oh my godddddd, i dropped the keys to my 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO, oh I'm so clumsy! (I'm 6'0 too) (and pretty funny)

⎯→ olliebearman: and i drive for ferrari, at 6'1, whilst cracking jokes

Ollie knows his worth, he knows he's a highly sought after man. But he's never felt more insecure than now, reading your comments filled with not just men but also girls?! He had to fight off both sides, which made him feel even more weary that his girlfriend is so desired.

So the only way for him to stop his insecurities was easy! Just fuck it out of his system, duh! So now, you're stuck bent over in doggy style in the shower. Why the shower? Because he knew he would make an absolute mess out of you.

He's pounding into you, making loud slaps against the walls. It echos throughout the entire bathroom. You're sure your neighbors can hear but there's not much you can do. You're stuck being a moaning mess while he's holding onto your hips for dear life.

As if that wasn't enough, he leaned forward to whisper into your ear. "Never, never again..." He says, breathing heavy from being so tired, yet his body was moving on his own. "No one can see you like this, ever."

Paul Aron | 17

yourusername: "angel?" set is out now! so proud to be part of the process for this🪽 i did, indeed, feel like an angel

→ user 01: mind you this is my first impression of you... and i'm following asap

⎯→ user 02: i was prepared to fight u for a second

→ user 03: LAWWDDD??? I COULD TAKE A BITE OUTTA UR ASS

⎯→ user 04: enough ass to feed a whole family of 5

→ user 05: paul... count your days

⎯→ paularon_: what did i do???

⎯→ user 06: u better worship the ground she walks on

⎯→ paularon_: of course i do, that's my whole purpose

→ user 07: perfect body, gorgeous face, hot ass boyfriend, GOD HAS FAVORITES

Oh he's livid. Not because you did the shoot, how could he blame you for simply looking good? He knew he picked a baddie and was ready to take all the repercussions alongside it. But he was livid because the fans were practically drooling over you. He's a possessive guy, it's basically his middle name.

He won't get off you at all, as if he needs you like air. His comment wasn’t a lie, he was worshipping you just like he should. Leaving hickies all over your neck, sucking on your breast, fingering you until you cummed at least twice. And he's not even done.

It's like he's trying his best to tease himself for as long as possible. You see how huge his dick is, how it's practically drowning in it's own precum. But he refuses to fuck you until he knows you're satisfied.

He's mainly doing this because he knows he's going to cum fast. Just from giving you pleasure makes him want to cum already. Being inside would only make him last one thrust, maybe two if he's lucky.

You're tired, fucked out from his fingers and sore from his hickies. But he simply kisses your cheek before bringing his head down to your cunt.

"N-No," you say, so overstimulated and wanting to see him get pleasure too. "Paul, just... Just f-fuck me already"

"Shhh" He says, not giving a single care for what you have to say. As he licks your cunt. You shiver from the touch, already knowing you're going to stuck in that bed for hours.

Pepe Marti | 21

yourusername: was i cold? 😣 yeah, but it was so worth it! loved working with the crew to take these breath-taking shots, i've never felt prettier 💌

→ user 01: oh. my. GOD??????? THE BODY

⎯→ user 02: seeing her without a 10lbs hoodie hiding her is so weird but SO GOOD

⎯→ user 03: literally thought this was an entirely different girl

→ user 03: i'm putting u in my heart locket

⎯→ user 04: literally going to print this out onto my wall

→ user 05: pepe is so so SO FUCKING lucky

→ pepemartiofficial: my beautiful girl 😘

Although you were much more shy and reserved than others, seeing you do this shoot made him feel so proud of you. Every photo was stared at by him for hours, just loving every detail that makes you you. He can’t help but feel so lucky to have such a beautiful girl but see your confidence grow.

So now he’s fucking you gently, dick pushing against your stomach from how long he is. His head is in your neck while his hands are holding yours. Each thrust is slow and patient, making you feel each centimeter of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans into your neck. “So so, proud” he barely mumbles that. Feeling the strong urge to cum.

Although fucking with him was gentle this time, you still came. He always made sure you were placed first. So now he’s basically just overstimulating you, going at an agonizing slow pace to just fuck with you.

“T-Than’ you.” You say to him, wanting to grab his hair or back. But you can’t, since you’re pinned down by his own hands that are interlocked with yours.

“Gonna cum,” he groans again into your neck also pathetically “Inside?” He begs “That’s okay right??”

[puck-luck]

omg your celly is so cute! i’d like to order a cappuccino with cold foam for luke hughes. i just really want something cute or playful with yearning from luke. maybe friends or friends with benefits? i hope this makes sense and i did this right, thank uuu

thank you!! i hope this was enough yearning for you, i'm thinking that luke really does want something more with y/n. i think y/n just doesn't want anything to change between them. we'll see if this blurb continues in the future (i might add a pt.2 in another celly request<3)

“Oooh, Y/N and Luke are going in the closet,” Kayleigh chirps. Rutger sits next to her, arm slung over her shoulders. He sticks out his tongue, grinning widely. Similar chirps echo through the room as you and Luke stand up, rolling your eyes and making a face at all of the onlookers. They’re making a big deal out of this game and the fact that you and Luke are going into the closet for seven minutes. What they don’t know is that you and Luke started hooking up in his first semester at UMich and it has continued through each of his visits back to the state.

“Oooh,” Luke mocks as he closes the door, plunging you both into darkness. He turns around and faces you, grinning widely.

“I can’t believe I have to be in the closet with you,” you bemoan, pinching your lips together and scrunching your nose fondly when Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head, his whole body sagging. As he stands back to his full height, though, his smile is wider that Rut’s.

“I know,” Luke responds. “It’s such a joke. You and me in the closet? As if anything would ever happen between us.”

You chuckle, biting your lower lip lightly as Luke locks the door behind him. The click sounds and your eyebrows twitch, daring Luke to come closer.

He does. He approaches you with his tongue poking through his bite, giggling breathlessly as he cradles your face and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. He consumes you whenever he kisses you, always treating it like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance. 

“Is this all we’re going to do in our seven minutes?” you ask between kisses. 

Luke hums, tongue stroking yours sensually. “Consider it foreplay.”

“You confident that you’ll get to home base tonight?”

“You think I won’t?”

Now it’s your turn to hum, tilting your head to the left and reconnecting with Luke when he tilts to his left. “Hmm, I don’t know. Don’t you have to leave soon? Go back to your parents’ house since you don’t live here anymore?”

Luke makes a wounded noise, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup your tit. “Are you making fun of me?”

You giggle. “I’d never.”

Luke’s kisses turn softer. It’s probably been four or five minutes now, so your time is coming to an end. You’ll have to separate soon, but it’s so hard when Luke’s entire palm is sealed over your breast comfortably. If you had more time, Luke would brush his fingertips beneath the underwire of your bra or reach past the cup to thumb over your nipple. 

“You should meet them,” Luke murmurs. “I think they’d like to meet the girl I’ve been sleeping with for a couple of years now.”

“Careful, Lu,” you warn in your sweetest voice. You twirl a curl around one of your fingers, tugging gently. You brush his lips again. “One of these days, someone will start to think that you like-like me.”

“Wouldn’t that be something,” Luke ponders aloud. He smiles into the kiss and moves his palm from your chest to your behind. He smooths over your ass, digging his fingers into the meat there before letting go. “I feel like someone has been saying that for a while now.”

“Oh, but he only says it when he’s having sex,” you tease. “It really confuses a girl.”

“Well if the girl comes to meet my parents…” Luke trails off. He fills your mouth with one last sweep of his tongue and plants a kiss on your neck. “It’s not really just when we have sex, is it?”

“Maybe sometimes when you’re on the road, but then you usually start jerking off.” You beam up at him, hands removed from his body and clasped behind your back. “But I don’t mind.” You let your eyes roam down his figure before your friends outside open the door and catch you and Luke in a situation. “You should wear looser pants next time we play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Inviting me to meet your parents really gives you a stiffy.”

He grins at you and tries to adjust himself into a position less noticeable. “Better?”

You shake your head, snickering. “It’s just too big, Lukey…”

“Don’t– talk about how big my dick is,” Luke says through gritted teeth. “You’re going to make it worse.”

You brush past him towards the door, cupping his cock through his pants. “Size kink?”

Luke hisses at you, sucking air through his teeth and circling his fingers around your wrist. He pulls your hand away, holding it in front of his chest, far away from his crotch. “Stop it.”

You wiggle your fingers at him and unlock the door with your other hand, twisting the knob and leaving Luke to sort out his big problem.

[captain-huggy-bear]

I miss your Jack writings so …

Jack and either “you look really good in my shirt” or “have I told you I love you today”

Tried to put both into this to challenge myself! <3 Hope you enjoy this, I know i'm more of a Keller blog these days but I miss Jack and his pretty face. Mature themes in that once again Jack is always horny but this is mostly sweet and fluffy. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You're pottering about in the kitchen, Jack's shirt draped over you, no sweatpants because the nights were getting warmer, and a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet. You're the sort of person who once you're up, you're up for the day and today is no exception. You'd woken up before Jack and been unable to fall back asleep next to him, instead you decided to get up and make some pancakes for breakfast, throwing his discarded shirt on and a pair of socks.

He's not a morning person, but Jack's pretty certain he'd become one if this was the sight that greeted him every morning. You're flipping pancakes, singing under your breath as you slide a little on the spot because of your socks. Your legs are on full display to him, the curve of your ass, the birthmark on the back of your leg that he always tells you looks like a butterfly even thoughts its just a smudge. You look good, delicious, delightful. You look like his entire world.

He's quiet as he sneaks up on you, making you jump when his arms slide around your waist, bare chest against your back, face pressing into your shoulder as his hair flops against your neck tickling your skin.

“You look really good in my shirt...like so fucking good...” His hands slip under his shirt, tracing over your stomach and up until they rest just underneath your breasts...trying to resist the urge cup them when it's morning and you're innocently trying to make pancakes.

"Jack." Your voice is scolding, but you're smile is bright, finding his antics amusing. Jack never fails to make you feel attractive...here you are, bedhead, no make-up, his t-shirt thrown on and still he thinks you look good. It's hard to be in a bad mood when the first words towards you for the day are how hot you are.

"What? You're so fucking hot, angel." He tugs you back against him until your heels lift off the floor for a moment, squeezing you tight like he can't help it. Some sort of early morning cuteness aggression coming over him as he kisses from your cheek down your neck.

"Jack..." You want to hide away, giddy, nervous in a way that only Jack manages to make you. Overwhelmed by his compliments even when you really should be used to them at this point.

“Have I told you I love you today?” He murmurs it into your neck, nose nuzzling against your skin while you try to concentrate on not burning the pancake currently sat in your frying pan.

"It's 6.24am, so no, you haven't." Your laugh is bright, almost shocked out of you as you flip the pancake over and lean into him. There's a feeling of contentment that falls over the two of you, like this is how life should be always.

"Well, I fucking love you, you know that? So lucky to have you, baby."

"Mmm, I think I'm the lucky one." There's a pause, a silence that has your brow furrowing because Jack just isn't quiet. Jack is loud and brash and in your face. You haven't known a moments peace since meeting him.

"You didn't say it." His voice is sad, but not truly sad, more of a false pout, a huffy sort of complaint as he grips you tighter.

"What?"

"I said I love you and you didn't say it back!" He's huffing alright, pouting into your neck. You take the pan off the heat, placing the pancake on a plate before turning in Jack's arms with a laugh. His pout is firmly in place, strands of his hair falling into his blue eyes.

You slide your arms around the back of his neck, smiling up at him in a way that so soft it makes him melt further, his gaze softening until it's like melted butter.

"Jack Hughes, I love you very, very, very much."

The pout dissolves into a familiar cheeky grin, the sort that screams of trouble, but the best sort.

"Mmmm, not sure that's good enough..."

"I love you more than all of the chocolate in the world, I love you so much that I even overlook the fact you wear socks with your sandals sometimes and the fact you leave piles of clothes on the bathroom floor. I love you sooo much that-"

"Okay, okay, I get!" Jack laughs as he cuts you off, cheeks flushing red from being called out on some of his less than positive habits, "I love you more though,"

"Agree to disagree."

[cyberhughes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACK! #𝒋.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 summary... baking a cake isn’t as easy as it seems, but your boyfriend loves you far too much to care.

warnings swearing, that's it! wc 622

note HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK i love this guy so much wow. this is super short cause im sick and want to die!! also do we like the layout of this post is it cute heh trying something new lmk if it looks like ass cheeks guys…ok time to get to celly reqs

“shit, shit, shit.”

flour decorated the kitchen counters, while the scent of burning cake filled the air.

you scrambled around the kitchen in search of the oven mitts before pulling out nothing more than pure disappointment out of the oven.

you had burnt the cake.

it was a box cake mix, it wasn’t as if you had made it all from scratch so the results left you in confusion. you carefully followed the steps written, yet your cake looked nothing like the one that decorated the front of the box.

glancing at the clock you decided that there was enough time to salvage the situation—but there really wasn’t.

you had sliced the top and sides off the cake that had burnt, leaving an…edible portion of the cake left.

you pouted as the pink buttercream that you had prepared beforehand started to melt as it made contact with the warm cake. you stared at the sad display of unevenly spread icing that was currently dripping.

“nothing some sprinkles can’t fix!”

ᯓᡣ𐭩

“y/n?” jack called as he found himself stepping into the seemingly empty apartment. all the lights had been turned off and the place had an unusual quiet to it.

as he flickered one of the lights on he spotted your sock-clad feet peeking underneath the curtains of the living room window.

he shook his head with a grin as he tip toed in your direction, the opaque curtains making you unaware of the figure that approached you.

he reached out, grabbing you through the curtain as you squealed with laughter while he tased your sides.

“happy birthday, jack!” you poked your head out, a yellow happy birthday hat decorating your head, with a matching blue one ready in hand.

“thank you pretty,” he pulled you out from the curtain into a tight hug, inhaling the scent of vanilla and flour on you.

“did a lot of baking?” he teased as he picked a sprinkle out of your hair, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. apparently you didn’t clean up as good as you thought.

you didn’t say anything as you led him to the kitchen, and sat him down on the barstools of the island as you headed to the fridge.

as your fingers made contact with the cold handles you couldn’t help but start laughing.

“okay…you can’t laugh at me though, jack.” you bit your lip to suppress the giggles as you watched his expression shift, eyebrows furrowed and a confused chuckle escaping.

“what?”

you pulled the cake out of the fridge and—wow, it looked uglier than you remembered.

his eyes widened and he rubbed a hand over his mouth in attempt to hide his amused smile.

“jack!”

“no! no, baby it looks so…so good!” he cracked mid sentence watching you set the cake down in front of him.

“it’s so fucking ugly.” you felt tears of laughter prickle your eyes.

he stood up from the chair, making his way to you and placing his hands on your cheeks, slightly squishing them together as your hands held his wrists.

“it’s perfect.” he gave a loving kiss to your lips.

one thing you loved about yours and jack’s relationship was that he was your best friend, always there to laugh by your side and never at you.

“i love you, happy birthday.” you smiled up at him and just as you went to give him another kiss he had just as quickly dipped his finger into the icing of the cake, painting your nose with the sugar.

“do you want me to smash that whole cake on your face?” you deadpanned

“no ma’am, i’m sorry.” he said with a cheesy grin as you watched his hand reach for the cake again.

©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.

[hvnlygrl]

congrats on your celly love! i’m sorry i didn’t see it sooner bby 💞

This would be cute as a blurb or moodboard but;

Prompt 4 “Accidentally saying “I love you”” with best friend JJ would be adorable and funny 💞💞

⌞ LOVE ME ON ACCIDENT ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | bestfriend!jj maybank x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 0.6k

જ⁀➴ synopsis | everyone knows that the two of you are in love, except you two. that is until an accidental love confession brings you together.

જ⁀➴ notes | i love this!! thank u for requesting babe!

જ⁀➴ moodboard based on this fic!

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you were both drunk off your asses, clinging onto each other as you desperately tried to keep your balance. he held your waist, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. the two of you being physically close and relying on each other was far from a new sight to anyone.

this, however, was something much different. pope couldn’t help but notice the way the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, almost as if you were both longing for something. he was curious, but knew better than to even mention something of the sort to either of you, especially in your drunken states.

you could smell the mix of different alcohols on jj’s breath, his eyes glossy and red and the beads of sweat that lined the top of his hairline. he grinned at you, and your heart fluttered at the sight. “how you feelin, my girl?”

“a little wobbly,” you huff through a laugh, smiling back at him. “how you feelin, blondie?”

he rolls his eyes at the nickname you gave him the first time the two of you met. “i told you stop calling me that, it messed up my street cred.”

“oh, your street cred, huh?” you giggle. “i didn’t realize you had such a name for yourself in the obx.”

he scoffs dramatically at that, hand flying up to clutch at his heart. “ouch!”

“sorry,” you give him a soft peck on the cheek, “you totally have street cred.”

“thanks, princess,” he can’t help the way his cheeks flush red at the kiss. “you have a good bit of cred yourself.”

you huff at him, “oh yea, i’m your best friend, of course i got street cred.”

he laughs, heart pounding in his chest as you sway with him to the music. “you’re welcome.”

you give him a soft punch to the chest, “cocky, aren't we?”

“please, don’t act like you don’t love me.”

“i don’t,” you tease, squinting your eyes at him as he frowns.

“well, i love you,” he grumbles, breath catching in his throat when he realizes the tone he said it in. jj prays you don’t notice it.

“wait,” your eyes go wide for a moment, “did you just-“

“um, no.” he immediately starts stuttering, “that’s not, i don’t, no, like, i meant-“

“i love you too,” you hold a finger up to his lips. “i was waiting for you to say something.”

“me? why couldn’t you say something?” he breathes out heavily, heart still beating a mile a minute.

“well, why didn’t you?” you shrug, “i didn’t know you felt like that.”

“of course i do, how could i not?” jj says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “you’re-you’re perfect, y/n. like seriously, the perfect girl.”

now you’re blushing, face tucked into the crook of his neck, “shut up.”

“no, i mean it,” he softly caresses your face, angling your chin so that you’re making eye contact with him. “you’re actually perfect.”

“so are you.” you can’t help but notice how close your face is to his, his breath tickling the tip of your nose.

jj inches toward you slowly until his nose is brushing against yours. you take the opportunity to tilt your head upward, letting your lips meet his gently. he freezes for a moment before kissing you back, one hand pulling your hips closer as the other rests against your jaw.

pope smacks john b to get his attention as he points at the two of you in your own little world in the kitchen of the chateau.

“holy shit,” john b whispers, jaw dropped in awe. “i never thought they would admit it.”

sarah rolls her eyes, “i did, pay up suckers.”

the pogues all huff, heads shaking as they pull cash from their pockets, grumbling soft cusses at their lost bet.

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hvnlygrl 2025 ©️

[peachhcs]

congrats em!!!

person A going out with person B for the first time in public to announce their relationship

perosn a- reader

perosn b -jack hughes

showing you off

jack hughes x fem!reader

you and jack finally make your relationship public!

1.4k words

i've never written for jack before, so i hope this is good 🫣 thank you again for sending in requests for the celly. i'm so excited to write about other hockey players!!

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you stood in front of the mirror doing last minute touches on your look. there was an edge of nerves running through your system knowing this was a big night for your relationship with jack. after agreeing to keep things private for the few months you two have been together, you decided you were ready to make things public. poor jack was more nervous than you were knowing how people online got.he worried the comments of other fans getting to you even though you told him countless times you could handle it. a few mean comments meant nothing to you knowing jack chose you. 

“i think i’m almost ready jacky,” you called to your boyfriend when you heard him shuffle into the room. his head poked into the connected bathroom, a smile gracing his lips when he saw your pretty baby blue dress. 

“jesus, you look incredible,” the brunette hummed, eyes racking across your body that the dress hugged in all the right places. you flushed at his comment, spinning to face him. 

“you think so?” 

he stepped further into the bathroom, hands snaking around your waist just low enough that his hands grazed the top of your ass. a lazy smiled painted his lips as he continued drinking in your appearance. 

“can’t wait to let everyone know you’re mine tonight,” the boy pressed a soft, yet passionate kiss to your lips. 

you smiled into the kiss, squeezing his chin between your fingers as his hands drifted lower. a giggle left your lips at his boyish behavior, pulling him off your lips which was instantly met with a pout that you pulled him off. 

“we better go, soon, yeah? don’t wanna be late,” you tapped your fingers against his cheek. 

“you’re 100% sure you’re ready? i don’t want it to be too much too soon. there’s probably gonna be cameras everywhere and people shouting questions,” jack knew events like these had reporters and journalists everywhere trying to catch glimpses of their lives. he didn’t want to bring you into all of it unless he knew you could take it. 

“i’m sure, baby. i’ve got thick skin,” you smiled. 

“i know you do, but sometimes those people can be real assholes,” jack’s worry was cute. you cupped his cheeks, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead. 

“at least i’ll have you with me then,” your confidence eased some of jack’s worries. he kissed you one last time before dragging the both of you out of the bedroom. 

“about time. thought i’d have to bang on the door or something,” luke snickered, jumping up from his place on the couch. 

“real funny, luke. let’s go or else we’re late,” jack grabbed everyone’s jackets, his antsy side coming out as he rushed his brother and girlfriend out of the apartment. 

the ride into downtown was uneventful. jack’s aux music helped ease some of your nerves as his car approached the venue which was indeed packed with people already at the front. you found yourself squeezing jack’s hand rested atop your knee a bit tighter seeing all those people feet away. jack quickly met your gaze. 

“feeling okay?” the boy wondered. 

“i’m fine. just nervous,” you said. 

“we can go in through the back if you don’t wanna do this. that’s perfectly fine with me,” jack gave you a quick ultimatum, but you shook your head. 

“it will be fine, jacky. promise,” he studied your expression a bit longer before deciding that you were gonna be okay. 

he pulled his car into the line, allowing the valet to take his keys as the three of you climbed out. jack met you on your side, holding his arm out for you to latch onto. your hands squeezed around his bicep as he took the lead, luke trailing behind you guys. the fans and reporters spotted the three of you immediately, quickly shouting to get your attention. 

“jack! is that your girlfriend?” 

“oh my god, he has a girlfriend??” 

“over here! let me get a picture!” 

the two of you posed for some pictures, jack’s hold tightening around your waist as the photographers snapped away, marking the public debut of your relationship. you weren’t sure how your boyfriend was feeling, but you felt in the clouds. so many people were reaching out for you or jack, wanting his signature or to just talk to him for a few seconds. sometimes you forgot this was his life—so flashy, so surreal—yet you loved it. 

he began pulling you down to carpet where security held the doors open for the guys. you waved to the fans one last time before disappearing inside the arena. jack glanced over at you, his expression a bit unreadable. 

“okay?” he wondered almost nervously. your large smile immediately eased his worries though as you latched back onto his arm. 

“god, you’re so cool. i knew you were popular, but i didn’t realize how popular,” your laugh brought a smile to the boy’s lips. 

“i’m glad you approve. it seems like everyone else does, too,” jack pecked your lips before dragging your further into the event to find his friends. 

the two of you quickly found nico and holtzy. both guys smiled widely when they saw their teammate and his girl on his arms. you smiled, watching jack greet them with friendly hugs. “didn’t know you were bringing your girl out,” nico hummed, giving you a gentle hug once jack finished. 

“thought it was time we go public,” jack pulled you back into his side, a proud smile on his lips that people finally knew about the girl he’s been loving for months. 

“wow, didn’t know hughes could become so lovey,” holtz teased, roughing up jack’s arm. your boyfriend brushed the comments off despite the small blush coating his cheeks. 

“whatever. you guys want some drinks? first round’s on me,” the brunette smiled. the guys cheered as they followed your boyfriend to the bar, ordering the entire team the first round of shots. 

you spent the rest of the night clinging to jack’s side, but neither of you minded. his arm was hooked around your waist no matter what, not letting you move too far away from him. you could tell he was enjoying himself knowing the big smile on his lips didn’t come out often unless he was around you or his teammates. jack adored all of them, even when they chirped on him, and he couldn’t be happier getting to spend the night with you too. 

even if you were just eye candy on jack’s arm, you didn’t care. getting to spend time with your boyfriend in his element was your favorite thing. 

as the night winded down, photos from earlier were released on social media. you peaked over jack’s shoulder as he scrolled through the pictures, smiling when he came across the ones of you two. there were a few of both of you smiling and one where jack’s eyes were on you when you weren’t looking. there was a lot of love in his eyes that made your heart just burst. 

“who knew we cleaned up so nice,” you teased. jack looked over at you, eyes bright. 

“so you think it went okay then?” 

“i think they liked me. do you think it went okay?” you wondered, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. 

“i think it went amazing. i’m glad you came out tonight, it was a lot of fun,” jack leaned over, kissing your cheek. 

“thanks for bringing me, handsome. i hope i can come along again,” with that, the hockey player placed a more passionate kiss on your lips. your fingers tangled into his hair, twisting the locks around while his own hand cupped the side of your cheek. 

neither of you cared that you were in public. the booth you sat in tucked you guys away into a corner that almost created your own space away from everyone else. jack deepened the kiss even more as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, but the moment was short lived. 

“jesus, you guys are so gross. can we leave soon?” luke stood at the end of the table in disgust. 

he was such a little brother with his snarky comments. you giggled, but jack didn’t find his brother as amusing. 

“hold your horses. we’ve got all night,” jack said. 

the younger boy only rolled his eyes, shuffling away like a little kid. jack’s attention turned back to you, eyes still bright with love and lust. 

“now, where were we?” 

[letsgetrowdy43]

Before bed—

Jamie Drysdale x reader

Request: Hey Rowan, love the celly and your blog. I was wondering if I could get a blurb for Jamie Drysdale with the prompt "I never noticed your [insert feature/trait] before. It's cute." Maybe the reader has a birthmark or even a tattoo somewhere!! Thank you xo

Warning/notes: I changed the prompt a little, but it's very similar!! Anyways, very sweet and fluffy!!

Rowan’s summer celly!!

Jamie's lips traced over his girlfriend's shoulder as she stood in the dark of his kitchen, which was lit only by the light over his stove.

In her hands was a warm cup of sleepy time tea, which she was trying to finish quickly so she could crawl into bed with her boyfriend of a little over two months.

She smiled against her mug as he playfully nipped at the meeting point of her neck and shoulder, her free hand raising up to find his hair, blindly raking her fingers through his damp locks.

"Tired?" she murmured as she took her last sip of her drink before placing the mug in the sink and turning around to face him.

He stood in front of her, shirtless, shoulders a little sunburnt and freckled, the image of perfection with the shiest smile spread across his face.

"A little," he said, hands now tracing shapes on the plumpness of her hips, soaking up the softness of her skin before he shuffled forward and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. "Then let's go to bed baby," her words muffled by his bare chest beofre she cocked her head to the side to press a kiss to the muscle of his bicep.

Within the matter of seconds his arms wrapped around her lower body, just under her ass as he picked her up and caried her to his bed room.

As they crawled into bed, Jamie caught sight of a small tea stain birthmark on her lower back, his warm hands immediately reached out to run his thumb over her skin.

"You have a birthmark right here? How did I not notice this?" his voice was so sincere. Almost gutted that he had never paid close enough attention. "I've had it since I was a baby, my grandmother has almost an identical one in the same spot," she grinned as she felt him shift to be closer to her birthmark, a short hum leaving his lips as he listened attentively before pressing a loving kiss to the skin beside the mark.

"I can't belive I've never noticed this before," he murmerd against her skin, "it's so fucking cute."

She turned around to face him, grinning down at him as he stared up at her with these almost hungry, but softer eyes.

"I don't know if I'd consider a birthmark to be all that cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute," he pressed a kiss to her stomach, then one right below her ribs, working up until his lips were on hers.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers finding solace in his hair once again as he lowered himself to lie almost full on top of her.

Both of them were fighting off giddy smiles as they soaked up the sweetness of the moment, wrapped up in each other's arms, buzzing with the excitment of spending the rest of their lives learning every thought and inch of each other.

[httpiastri]

🍈 touch prompts: one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

would you do friends to lovers with fred vesti? if you don’t write for him, then any of the older f2 drivers- like arthur or mick or dennis :)

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: waaaah first time writing for fred !!! hope u enjoy <3<3

3k celly !!

frederik vesti x reader (ft mick schumacher, jack doohan & arthur leclerc)

"are you guys nearly done yet?"

jack leans out through the window of the car, a hand raised in the air as a further complaint to the two idiots attempting to carry several full bags of groceries in their arms. "yeah, calm down!" mick yells back, right before he stops for a second to laugh his ass off as he watches arthur runs back towards the car, a few oranges spilling out of the bag and onto the ground.

jack lets out a loud groan, pulling the key out of the ignition before jumping out of the car to go pick up the scattered fruits. "great idea to let the two of them handle the grocery shopping…" fred almost startles you when he speaks up, but his gentle voice quickly lulls you back into the soft state of mind you were in just moments ago. "who even came up with that?"

"no idea," you say with a shrug, tilting your head slightly towards him. and when your eyes meet his, it's suddenly like he becomes especially aware of how close you're sitting. with you in the middle seat, your arms touching ever so slightly, and your thigh still resting slightly against his despite the fact that you have more space now ever since mick left the seat on your other side.

fred blinks down at you for a few moments, mind completely blank except for the scent of your perfume and how cute you look with that little lock of hair that's fallen into your face. it takes every single ounce of self-control in his body not to brush it out of your face, let his fingers trace along your features, his touch lingering across your skin…

instead, he clears his throat, looking out through the window to his side again. jack and arthur are seemingly having some type of showdown – what it's over, he truly can't tell – and fred shakes his head. "we only have like an hour left," he mutters. "can't they just hurry up?"

you hum, letting your eyes flutter closed. "i'm so tired," you say, not able to hold back a yawn.

then, fred feels a weight on his shoulder. it takes him a few moments to realize what's going on, but when he does, he freezes. is that… what he thinks it is?

when he hears your soft sigh from right below his ear, it's confirmed for him. you're resting your head on his shoulder, likely with your pretty eyes shut and your little lips slightly parted. his best friend, the girl he's been crushing on for ages, using him as a pillow…

on the outside, fred looks cool as a cucumber. but on the inside? he's never felt this jittery before.

when arthur jumps into the car singing some random pop song after having dumped the groceries in the back, fred shoots him a deathly glare – or, as much as he can manage from over your head – and the older seems to get the hint, hands rising in defense. "sorry," arthur starts, putting up a defensive finger in mick's face when he gets into the seat next to you. "don't slam the door now, mick. fred will attack you for waking his sleeping beauty."

the danish man just rolls his eyes at his friends' antics, letting himself rest back against the seat as everyone settles in the car again.

just a few moments ago, he was wishing the last hour before you arrive at your destination would just be over already. but now, he wishes you could both stay in this position forever.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Yay!!!!!!! 5K!!!!!! This is such a cute way to celebrate!

May I please request something for BBF? Like a beach day with Jake and both Bradshaws (or maybe the whole dagger squad, idk it’s up to you!) and Jake can’t keep his eyes off of Baby Bradshaw? It could be before or after they admitted their feelings!! Your choice!! Congratulations on hitting 5k!

Ahh this is a super cute request! And thank you so much, lovely :D Here we go, beach day with the Bradshaws: this scene takes place before they get together (and before Jake realizes he has feelings for Baby B).

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Beach Day

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake is out of the water in five seconds flat when he sees some random guy approach you back on the beach.

“Dude!” Bradley calls after him. “The ball, man!”

But Jake has no idea where the ball’s gone because he doesn’t even turn around to look for it. He doesn’t know why it bothers him that this guy is showing interest in you, but it probably has something to do with how little you’re wearing. All he knows is, you’re off limits to anybody who approaches you while your ass cheeks are barely contained by your tiny-by-comparison bikini bottoms.

“What’s going on?” Jake says sternly, stopping at the edge of your beach towel after jogging over.

You’re lying down on your stomach and Jake tries his best to keep his attention squarely on your face when you look up at him rather than your aforementioned butt.

“We’re just chatting, man,” the guy – who’s obviously a fucking moron – replies as though Jake had been addressing him.

Jake shoots him a threatening glare. “She’s reading,” Jake remarks, gesturing to the book in your hands which you’re actively setting aside.

“I’ve got a bookmark,” you say, sliding your book away and sitting up on your towel.

Jake grimaces at you. How could you possibly be enjoying this guy’s advances when he’s such a nuisance? “Still rude to interrupt,” Jake reasons.

You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. Jake promptly looks away because your tits are, as a result, squished together and Jake has no interest whatsoever in ogling his best friend’s baby sister’s tits. “Rude to interrupt, you say?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

Jake glances back at you in surprise. He hasn’t considered that he’s the one doing the interrupting.

“You’re dripping on my towel,” you note when he doesn’t respond.

Jake makes a face. “It’s meant to get wet.” Before you can argue that fact, he changes the subject, “Are you wearing sunscreen?”

You look down to examine your chest. “Why, am I burning?”

Jake winces inwardly as he attempts, once again, to refrain from staring at your cleavage. He crouches down to grab some sunscreen out of the beach bag and hands it over to you. “You’re burning,” he confirms. Burning, scorching, extremely fucking hot. It’s all the same.

“Sorry,” says the guy who’s still just awkwardly standing there. “Didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.”

Jake looks between you and your new friend as he starts to walk away. “No, he’s not –” you start, but the guy just shrugs and takes off down the beach. “Fuck,” you mutter, spreading a thick layer of sunscreen over your stomach.

Jake, who feels unexpectedly pleased at being referred to as your boyfriend, scratches his brow in thought as he watches the man shrink in the distance. Then, he shakes his head distastefully. “You can do better,” he finally declares.

5k Celly

[animamii]

i need some locked up toji headcannons real bad 😩

ohhh bebecita I gotchuu c; this is something slightt inbox me 4 more

lockedup!Toji always ends his phone calls with you by asking "So... whatcha wearing right now, princess?" Which you always respond with something along the lines of "you're ridiculous... you're impossible... you're too much..." along with that sweet lil giggle he loves so much.

lockedup!Toji always begs for you to send him pretty pictures with your letters. He misses seeing that face of yours. It always makes him smile when it's a simple, cute selfie. "There's my pretty girl..." he'd say to himself as his fingers brush over it. Then he gets to a picture of you showing too much cleavage or something a little more revealing and he's likeee AWOOOGAAA 😍😍 lmfao. But forreal he shuts his cell door and needs a little him time.

lockedup!Toji is addicted to his damn Honey Buns. His favorites are the creamy curl and jelly swirl. Something about that chocolate and cream. "The middle is all creamy, it reminds me of you." His nasty self would say.

lockedup!Toji would come out of the pen being a damn chef though. Since he had to use nasty ass processed food to make prison meals, he knows exactly how to use different ingredients to make some bomb ass food. But still,,,, he wants his damn honey buns and maybe will eat a jail spread occassionally.

lockedup!Toji always loves when you use those Hello Kitty stamps on the letters you send. Ofc his favorite sanrio character is Badtz Maru. But his favorite stamps are the ones of Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel. It always reminds him of you two.

lockedup!Toji always dedicates music to you, whether he tells it to you over the phone or in his letters. He always includes one song. Wholeheartedly dedicated Kiss Me Thru The Phone to you, lmfao and Honey Bun by Kodak Black. *I have a whole ass playlist for Toji + Sweetheart i luvvv it*

lockedup!Toji begging you to marry him so you can get conjugal visits. He can't stand seeing you looking so pretty from the other side of a glass. He needs to feel you and touch you and actually be fucking inside of you.

lockedup!Toji starts thinking about his future with you a lot. He wants to start a family with you, wants kids and a white picket fence house and all that shit. So he starts writing down baby names and all that stuff. He wants another son so bad, wants to name him Malachi.

lockedup!Toji always bragging about you to everyone else. It's commissary day, where he gets the packages you send + he gets to buy whatever he wants from the commissary store with the money on his books (he has Shiu send him some hideaway money he stashed every week). But all he really cares about is the packages you send. It's all so personal, every little touch you put into it *thinking ab doing a whole drabble on this lmk bbs's* "look at what my girl sent this time." He'd say to his celly with a smirk as he holds up all the snacks and cute little notes you write.

[pha55ed]

Winter Wonderland || F1/F2

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, max, ollie, paul, pepe

summary :: decorating your home together for the holiday season with the drivers

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

Carlos Sainz | 55

Very vintage, and rich looking

It's a true money style of richness, with a big ass tree filled with presents underneath it

There's even ribbons on all the gifts

Why? Because his mom and other family members are so rich and retired that they're fucking bored and added it

Most likely you live with him and he just reuses the same ornaments and stuff from last year

But you don't care, it's so pretty

But!!!! You two get a little custom ornament that's really cute

Probably your anniversary date or smth on it

Charles Leclerc | 16

A nice rich Christmas too, but more sleek and modern-ish

He loved decorating as a kid with his siblings but now that he has his own tree??? Man that's so much work

He'll let you take care of the tree and most of the decor, but he doesn't just sit on his ass

He'll help pick the items, theme, etc

And also help put up the heavy duty stuff, like lights around the house and stuff

But putting each and every flower into the reefs??? Oh noooo he's suddenly so soreeee nooooo

After like 10 ornaments, he's suddenly complaining and saying "my physical therapist told me it's bad to do repetitive motions"

He's a liar but you don't even care, cause he bought everything for you

And he'll give you constant praise in person and online for your decorating skills

Lando Norris | 04

Frat boy party vibes but honestly,,, I fuck with it

Tons of colors, lights, and it's so fun to look at

Loves decorating with you and making it very chaotic

And also very ghetto...

This man doesn't even use staples or tape to hold up the lights on the wall

Why? Because he couldn't find any and didn't wanna go out to get them

So now your lights are being held up by wood glue... or your eyelash glue that he stole... or any random sticky substance...

No he doesn't use old condoms, don't think that

Oscar Piastri | 81

He don't gaf

However YOU want to decorate, he obeys

Whether that's an all pink tree, ugly ahh skinny tree that holds one ornament, or the biggest more extravagant Christmas ever

If his beautiful partner tells him to stfu he stfu, like a good boyfriend

And even better???

He not only pays for any decoration you want, no matter how expensive or stupid it is (he just loves seeing you happy)

But he also helps put up and cleans EVERYTHING

He's up on the roof decorating, cleaning the fireplace just to make it pretty, and even re-arranging the entire living room just for you to have the perfect spot for the tree

Some call him whipped

I call him a real man

Max Verstappen | 01

He also don't gaf

But, not in the Oscar way

He fr doesn't gaf at all

Expect an ugly ass tree, or most likely not even a tree

If you're lucky, you'll get the strip of reef in the pic above

But there's a very high chance that you'll just get a printed photo of a Christmas tree that's hung on the wall

BUT he does love stupid Christmas decor

So things like a funny statue, a creepy elf on the shelf, etc are all very welcomed

Luckily, Max isn't an asshole and will 10000% celebrate however you like at all

He's just gonna follow your lead and do whatever is needed from it... With minimal effort firstly...

Oliver Bearman | 87

Like Max, but really cute and funny

He has the Christmas spirit and loves it very much

One thing he did that's very very cute is that he ordered those big inflatable

But he didn't check the size...

So now you have a 35feet tall Satan in your yard!!! Yay!!!

He's in the Christmas spirit and he got the right idea

Maybe he doesn't have the skill to decorate it,,, but he has the spirit!

Paul Aron | 17

A classy and modern Christmas

Most likely white and a bit of a snow theme going on

Mixed with black too, cause that's his aesthetic ya know

He's very active when it comes to decorating

Always helping you pick what to get, which matches each other, etc

He's also very worried about the measurements, so he always makes sure to take note of the space you have to make sure everything fits

Also helps you put everything up, it's so sweet and domestic

Like: he holds your waist while you stand on the ladder to put the star up

Pepe Marti | 21

I'm mad at him rn cause why is every photo of him so bad

But he's so painfully unaware of the fact that he's tall

The tree only has ornament son the top

All the lights and decorations are put where you can't even see

And he keeps assigning you tasks that you cannot reach

Which he learns to take note of, always laughing at you before saying sorry

The decoration is very warm and homey

Definitely the type to bring over his friends to have dinner all together

His home isn't crazy decorated, but still nice and cozy

Which perfectly matches your relationship's vibes

[cowboybarzy]

🏒- “i don’t want to be just friends” blurb w/ barzy

tysm for the request 🫶🏼 hope you like it! -> lolo’s 1k celly

“Alright babe, time to go.” A muscular arm swung around your shoulders, catching you off guard and interrupting the conversation you were having with this cute guy you just met.

“Babe?” Said guy looked shocked and immediately threw his hands in the air in innocence.

“She didn’t tell you? Uf, I’m hurt.” Your best friend Mat pulled you closer, but you just rolled your eyes and turned out of his possessive hold. Turned off, the guy whose number you were just planning on scoring, turned and left before you had a chance to explain.

“You’re so annoying.” You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes again. “He was cute.”

“I saved you,” he claimed. “That guy was a douche, even you can admit it.”

For the third time in probably a minute you rolled your eyes. He always did this. When would you learn your lesson to never talk to a guy in Mat’s presence? “You said we’re leaving?”

“Yes, valet is pulling the car around. Let’s go.” You didn’t argue and instead followed Mat to the exit of the bar. It was late and now that you couldn’t get with that guy anymore, your night was ruined anyway.

The car ride home was mostly silent, after the little catch up and gossip session of what happened tonight. You had met Mat a few years ago when he moved into your apartment building. You quickly hit it off, as friends, and you introduced him to your group of friends, most of whom lived closer to the city. So it was always you and Mat going back home together after a night out.

Although he lived in the same building and two floors above you, he always made sure to walk you to your apartment door watching you go inside safely. “Not a good night?”

“It was,” you said, your voice clearly showing you were a little pissed off. “Until you destroyed my chance with that guy.”

“Oh, (y/n), come on.” He rolled his eyes, dragging his hand through his hair. “I saw him hit on three girls before you and just the way he was talking to you I could tell he was bad news.”

“But that’s not your place to make that choice! Was I gonna get married to him? No! I could tell he was an ass but he wanted me and I’m sorry if it’s too much information but it’s been a while since I felt wanted. I’m a big girl, I can make decisions for myself. And you’re my friend, you’re supposed to support my decisions.”

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?” Mat’s exclamation took you off guard and by the looks of it him as well.

“What?” Your mind was racing, feelings bubbling up that you had suppressed the last few years. Of course you had a crush on him when you first met him. How couldn’t you have? He was such a sweet guy and extremely handsome. But he never made a move so you didn’t either and you just stayed friends.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Good night, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

He started walking away, but you caught his arm. “Wait, Maty.” His beautiful green eyes looked down at you and impulse got to you. Your lips found his and in a matter of seconds you were in his embrace. Your lips tangled for minutes while your body lit up in flames. You were both out of breath when you finally pulled away. “I don’t wanna be just friends either.”

[captain-huggy-bear]

so cool!!! that you have 1000 followers!!! congratulations 🎊 👏 💐 🥳 you deserve it for sure. can i please request "red's definitely your color" with jack hughes please?

The instant I got sent this I had an idea for it! Thank you! I'm really thankful and I hope you enjoy this little prompt :) NSFW Themes - Jack thinks your hot/Jack's a horny bastard. Jack does lift you, but in my head boy's strong and knows to lift with his knees. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You don't go to the rink together, an early game means it's easier for Jack to leave for morning skate and stay gone. He kisses you goodbye while you're still curled up in bed, snuggled into the blankets and wrapped around his pillow. This early start of Jack's means he doesn't get to see you before the game, his usual fashion show a missing component of his day and he hates it.

He's always loved sitting on the couch as you strut out in whatever game day fit you'd put together, watching you spin for him and show it off, all proud. He's always loved the way you glow when he compliments you, not that you need his compliments, but God, he loves that you get a boost from them. It's almost a superstition for him now...he feels wrong without it.

He doesn't even get a glimpse of you during the game either, too focused on the game and unable to take the time to look for you in the stands. The game seems to drag like he's walking through molasses as he waits for his first sight of you all day.

He's even more abrupt than normal during post game media, trying to answer the stupid questions quickly so he can change and see you. It takes longer than Jack would have liked, but God, it's worth it when he gets his first glimpse of you

You're stood outside the locker room in his red home jersey, it's large on him without all his padding underneath but on you it swallows your hands, your fingertips hidden underneath the length of the fabric. A reminder that he's taller than you, arms longer, hands larger. You've matched the red of the jersey with your lipstick, with the laces in the boots you wear, a queen of co-ordination. You always wear some form of red to his games, but God, it's like Jack's forgotten how good you look in red. How the colour makes your skin glow, makes your eyes pop and your lips seem plumper. One look at you is enough to wind him. How the hell did he get so lucky?

Your smile lights up your entire face when you see him, happiness at being in his presence as he almost stalks towards you, eyes heavy lidded and wanting because he wants you. Always, but like this? 86 on your arms, on your back, his name branded across the fabric? Yeah, this is almost his favourite look on you, second to no clothes at all.

The wolf whistle he lets out has you looking away with an embarrassed smile, but your eyes glitter as you let him take you in.

"Red's definitely your colour, baby..." Jack bites his lip as his gaze rakes down your body, from the devil horns in your hair, to the red of your lips, down the jersey until he meets the toe of your boots, "Spin for me?"

You do, despite the people around, despite the awareness of others. You do because Jack always wants a spin for your outfits and you can't deny him, not when he's looking at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen.

The spin sucker punches him: the cute way you hold your hands out to the side, sleeves too long for your arms; his name across your back like a brand, the glimpse of a hickey he'd sucked into the back of your thigh, the bashful smile as you roll your eyes at him.

It has him bridging the distance between the two of you not really thinking about anyone around as his hands find your ass to pull you against him, lips pressing to yours like if he doesn't he might actually die. It's a little desperate on his end, sloppy, messy. On yours? You're laughing into the kiss at how badly he wants you, at the fact you can see Timo waggling his eyebrows behind Jack's shoulder, still your hands find his hair like they were meant to be there.

He gasps for air when he pulls away from you like he's never breathed a day in his life, grin goofy, eyes lidded, cheeks bright pink.

"Can I take you home now, please?"

"Mmm, I don't know...I wanted to say hi to Nico," You tease him because the little furrow in his brow is cute, because you think it's funny and it is, until you're upended and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Jack!" You don't miss the way he's careful to tug his jersey so you're decent, to make sure you're ass is covered even as he starts to walk towards the parking garage with you over his shoulder.

Jack doesn't respond so you find Timo's eye again, "Timo! Help, I'm being kidnapped!"

The large man just holds his hands up and shrugs, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'. Even as you bounce away protesting, you can't help the laugh on your voice, the smile on your face...even when you know there's at least one picture of it on a camera roll somewhere.

[chasedeys]

I instantly thought of you when I heard him say “we locked our eyes”, would you like to share your thoughts on that? Please?

hi hello 😭 WHY i mean SURE but WHY 😭 is it because i yap too much on these two oh god you guys I'm so sorry

i fear i don't actually have much to say other than it just being pure joemarr usual bullshit of being so in tune with each other's bullshit that they just 'don't need words' and understand each other so perfectly well that joe can just do the griddy instantly and ja'marr follows suit without pausing and do the celly with him and and laugh at his stupid ass doing that shit so badly in front of so many people when i'm pretty sure joe has refused to do the griddy so many times before 😭😭 though then again this is just the usual scoring-then-team-celly thing lmaooo even if nobody else (but tee in the back from afar!) followed suit but it is special because joe burrow is doing ja'marr chase's trademark celly!! (the idea that people point at ja'marr to do the griddy to his face in various degrees of proficiency is still so funny to me I'm sorry mike gesickis point and griddy is still ingrained in my fucking head 😭 then grants griddy after sacking joe too oughughguh stop)

IT'S LIKE SO CUTE TO ME THOUGH maybe it's just because ja'marr was the closest one running to him and reaching him first so joe looked to him first and joe was all a bit awkward with the ball lmao he was holding it and looking and circling around like what the fuck do i do now with my celly and!! he said he locked eyes!! with ja'marr!!!! for help!!!!!!! ja'marr shrugging at him like 'what do you wanna do now' giving him the spotlight it's your moment what kind of celly do you wanna do i'm right here with you hyping you up no doubt about it and there's ja'marr right there in front of him of course he's going to embarrass the ever living shit out of himself doing the fucking griddy so soooo badly (i remember him doing it in the nfl is post saints game in that tunnel looking towards ja'marr too!!!!! insane. only doing the griddy looking at ja'marr. crazy. and also post afc north wins cigar smoking i think idk but still.) and ja'marr automatically mirrors him falling over himself laughing because oh? joe fucking burrow??? doing the griddy??????

but focusing on the 'locking eyes' aspect it does bring up that they do 'lock eyes' pretty often no? like they find each other across the field to stare at each other and communicate via brain waves or some shit read each others mind through eye contact and face twitches and literally anything else other than verbal words so that's super cute to note! also its soooooooooooo important to me how they BOTH keep mentioning how they keep giving each other looks lmao like at first you'd think only ja'marr being the one to mention him giving joe looks and joe clocking it but no!! joe saying ja'marr gives him looks for him to get him the ball and when ja'marr gets asked about it he gets so?? excited?? like oh! yeah! joe mentioned the looks to you? "i do give him looks i didn't even-" cute cute ANYWAY super into how joe mentioned them locking eyes sorry got ahead of myself 😭

BUT IN ALL HONESTY in this context 'we locked eyes and i just started hitting it' (lmao insane word choice) it's more of a the minute joe looks at ja'marr he knows what he's going to do the griddy because it's ja'marr in his sights. it's not that joe 'reads ja'marr's mind that ja'marr wants him to do the griddy and he's doing it because ja'marr wants him to' it's because oh! that's my guy! my guy who has this cool fucking celly that's his trademark and i've never done it for him and i have literally no fucking idea what to do so you know i should do it now that'll make him laugh lol and boom they're laughing at each other super cutely in this game that took like 10 years off my fucking life