#especially in rpf spaces

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Arguing about which alpha/omega role you would assign to characters (or your favorite RPF special guys) is basically the top/bottom discourse but even more stupid in this essay i will.....

[sloasis]

Now why in the world are we telling Oliver about rpf and asking him about Ryan . The hell is wrong with you . Let's NOT do this

[fabbyf1]

Honestly having basic respect for ships/bromances should be a basic I feel some take them far to seriously, but hey that's them but you're a huge lestappen shipper and I'm not but I love your writing for them that I'd read anything for them. See my guilty ship is Norstappen, wish people wrote more for them. But honestly, the way you write ships is so good that you get me reading anything, fuck you could write the most out of the world rare pairing and I'd eat it up. Keep up the amazing work, will always support

😭😭😭😭😭😭 YES BESTIE LETS GO.

i love this so much, and i completely agree with you. i think we all get so caught up in being negative, doom posting, hating each other's opinions, etc. that we forget we're supposed to be having fun. just because i don't personally ship someone or personally like their drivers, doesn't mean they're doing anything wrong.

it's okay to have different opinions. it's okay to not agree on everything.

it's NOT okay to be an asshole.

thank you so much for your kind words, babes. i appreciate you taking the time out of your day to tell me how much my writing means to you.

keep spreading the positivity!!!!

[k8martins]

. ⋆ ๑ wrapped around your finger

summary: reader is a new medical intern for the lvaces and tension runs high every time they interact, finally breaking after a tough game

request: no / yes

warnings: 18+ smut, rpf

a/n: this is my first kate fic so go easy on me lmfao and i got lowkey carried away it’s around 2k words so ummmm ya purr i guess

back in april, you landed a medical internship for the las vegas aces, just in time for the excitement of draft season. not only did your job enable you to interact daily with some of the most talented athletes in basketball, but perfectly coexisted with your interests in pursuing medicine. so far, your standard role was to examine and prepare players before and after games, including team practices. any injuries or concerns were also taken care of by you. however, being shy was an issue you still had to overcome. treating players with their kinesiology tape or bringing them necessities was always attempted to be a quick motion; hurriedly fixing them up and moving on to the next task.

but some players proved to make that difficult for you. coming into work on an average day, you found yourself kneeling at the foot of the newly drafted guard— kate martin. when she had got unexpectedly chosen by the aces, you sat watching from home, marveled by her tall stature and pin straight blonde hair. she was even more alluring in person, especially from the view of applying tape to her ankles and legs every other day.

“you know the drill, just keep your foot upright and i’ll get your ankle,” you murmured, looking up at kate as she was sat in front of you. her big blue eyes met yours, and she smirked without comment. quickly averting your gaze, you pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep composure.

one thing you had learned since she joined the team was that she occasionally enjoyed poking fun at your timid mannerisms.

“loosen up a little, girl,” kate playfully punched your shoulder, “i don’t bite”.

the gesture made you laugh and mumble some unnecessary apology, but you still felt her gaze even after you looked back down. trying to focus on the task at hand was nearly impossible in this position, being on your knees before her. as you pulled more tape, your mind raced of all the things you could do to each other. if one day you could set the professionalism aside and just push her legs apart—

“you’re my favorite medical person, you know that? you always get me right,” kate continued, knowing exactly what she was doing.

you snapped out of your thoughts and felt your face grow hot, looking back up at her. “thank you,” you said, barely getting it out, “a-and you’re all set now by the way.” kate thanked you with a slight chuckle, and was up and ready for practice.

——————————————————————————

it was interactions like these that kept you up at night. all the eye contact, suggestive gestures, and tension was enough to drive you crazy. you endlessly wondered if kate had meant to fuel the tension, or if it was all just in your head. regardless, these moments made you excited to come into work every day, anticipating the next exchange you two would have.

the entire next month of your internship consisted of increasingly tense encounters with kate, with each one wondering when she would just make a move. she had started to admiringly stroke your hair while you were knelt in front of her, knowing how much it would turn you on. every once in a while she would give your hair a light tug to make you look up for no good reason other than to get a good look at you. once you understood she was taking things a smidge further, you had no problem getting a little extra touchy when handling her legs, or simply handing her things like a towel or water bottle. you ran your hands up her legs in an “innocent” manner, both of you knowing damn well you were ready to find a secluded space together.

your favorite moments to see her were before and after big games. the way her pregame excitedness would be contagious, and the way after the game she would still have energy despite being tired. this day, kate was getting ready to play in a game with high expectations for the aces. you gathered all the things she might need, and headed into the locker room, where most of her teammates were already gone. you spotted her standing right in front of her designated space, and walked towards her. kate smiled knowingly when she saw you, and didn’t move out of the way as you bent past her to set down the water and towel in her cubby. your hips grazed each other when suddenly you felt her arms snake around your lower back. you slowly got back upright, and kate kept her arms around you, moving her hands to each side of your waist.

her big hands planted on your waist took your breath away as there was no escaping her now. face to face, kate kept her gaze on you.

“i was wondering when you’d come by,” she taunted.

you swallowed thickly, your mouth hung open but the words would not come out. even after a month, she still intimidated you with her beauty.

“i’m just joking, relax,” kate said, laughing lightly.

“i know. i just had to go find the best materials for you,” you joked back, trying to keep your cool and ignore the growing heat between your legs.

kate smiled back at you, sensing how needy you were becoming. “same time back here after the game?” she questioned, her voice low.

“of course. good luck tonight, kate,” you said back.

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it was a tough loss for the aces. the final score came close, but ultimately the team returned to the locker room in low spirits. the loss was hard on you too, seeing kate frustrated out on the court, but you still had to do your job. giving everyone postgame materials and accessing injuries, you noticed to have treated everyone except kate. you craned your neck around the locker room, looking for the long blonde ponytail, but she was nowhere to be seen. eventually, the team had left for the night. you were left cleaning up after them, still wondering where your favorite player was.

you had your back turned from the entrance and putting away your supplies when you heard footsteps coming towards the room. your heart immediately began to race and you turned around to see kate standing a few yards in front of you, with an exhausted but eager expression on her face.

her eyes pierced through you, and your mind raced trying to think of something to say, but it was a blur as she quickly walked to you and took your face in her hands, kissing you deeply. your body tensed up at the surprise, but quickly melted down as you remembered how long you had been waiting for this moment.

it was a hungry kiss, with her hands moving down to your waist and pulling you closer. kate completely took control of you and backed you against the wall. in the heat of the moment, you decided it was your turn to tease her.

“where.....the hell.......were you.....” you said breathlessly between kisses. kate instantly pulled away from you and scoffed.

“just talking with the coaches, baby.”

her breathless tone made you weak in the knees and she immediately went back to making out with you. her hands found their way under your shirt and began exploring all over your waist. she passionately bit at your bottom lip as she moved her cold hands up to your tits, which she desperately squeezed at. the cold touch being in just the right place earned a little whimper from your lips. kate giggled against the kiss, finding amusement in getting you so needy so fast.

you felt slightly embarrassed at how easy you were being, and decided to switch it up on kate. maintaining the kiss, you made your way back to her bench, and pushed her down. you knelt down in front of her just as you did when you took care of her, but now your dirty thoughts were becoming a reality. kate did not protest being sat down and instead threw her head back, resting it right below her name plate— “K. Martin”.

your view from the kneel made your head spin tonight, with her face still sweaty and her messy hair slightly sticking to her face. she was still out of breath and tiredly looked down at you as you parted her legs. you kept the eye contact as you gestured for her to lift her hips in order to slide down her shorts. once off, you threw them elsewhere in the room, and positioned yourself further inbetween her legs. you looked up at her one more time and saw her chest rising and falling with every movement, her eyebrows furrowed in desperation.

“here? right now? are you sure, kate?” you questioned, half taunting half being serious. you placed your hand on her inner thigh and began slowly circling her clit. she bucked her hips up at the sudden touch.

“please...please...” kate whispered, and you felt your stomach flip. all of the nights she teased you and seemed so tough were now out the window as she begged you to continue.

looking around the room, there was no sign of life besides you and kate. you turned back to her and urged her to stay quiet before going down on her. your tongue skillfully lapped around her clit and she let out a strangled cry.

“shhhhh kate you’re doing so good,” you whispered against her wetness.

you brought your fingers up to her entrance and began circling around it before slowly inserting two fingers. you kept the sucking at a steady pace but began to finger her quickly. looking up at kate, her eyes were screwed shut and stomach tense. she was biting down hard on her lip, struggling to stay quiet. her constant little moans single-handedly almost made you finish, but you focused on her.

you continued eating her out as if she was going to disappear from under you, and picked up the pace. your left hand remained on her thigh and you felt her grab hold of it. she breathed hard as her other hand landed in your hair, lightly pushing your head and grasping your hair. you smiled thinking back to the times when she would have her hands in your hair while innocently getting taped up; oh how fast things can change.

“i-i’m gonna....” kate cried out, squirming beneath you and clearly reaching her limit.

the fast pace combined with tongue and fingers finally brought her to her release. kate moaned your name breathlessly over and over as she came on your fingers. eventually you stopped and she was able to ride out the high.

as soon as kate caught her breath she got you up off the ground and put you in her spot. she got on her knees and tugged at your pants.

“kate don’t you think we should stop... someone probably heard us-“

she didn’t even let you finish your sentence before she inserted her long fingers into you. kate did not hold back as she kept an unrelenting pace and began to kiss you. you moaned and panted into the kiss, struggling to kiss back.

you gave up on trying to kiss back and threw your head back, raspy moans escaping from your puffed lips. her fingers felt so good inside of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. she didn’t even need to do anything except finger you, and you were already close. you tried to moan her name but could only get out the “k” sound.

“just take it,” she demanded, getting frustrated you couldn’t kiss back.

kate began kissing down your neck and leaving very apparent hickeys all over. all you could do was moan as she took care of you, your eyes tearing up from the euphoric feeling. you tugged on her hair as you felt yourself on the edge of release. the way your hips squirmed and tears fell down your face told kate that you were ready and nodded at you to come.

her pace slowed as you relaxed from the climax and she began gently kissing your face. she wiped your tears with her other hand and ran her fingers through your messy hair.

“i got you wrapped around my finger, my favorite intern girl,” kate laughed.

“you’re so corny.”

“you.”

[bad268]

can I request a clingy Kimi Antonelli

where he’s obsessed with kissing reader and overall being affectionate to the point he does not want to let go of her before the race and Toto is like “leave the poor girl alone Kimi” while Susie is like “you were like that before”.

HELP IDK HOW TO END THIS BUT YA ALSO LOVE YOUR WORKS 💗💗💗

Clingy Antonelli (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Clingy Antonelli Universe

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I loved this too much lol I'd be down to do a Clingy Antonelli series and we need some fluff after this race lol)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second POV (You/your, but it does say 'poor girl' once)

W.C. 1025

Summary: Sweet reunions bring Clingy Antonelli to the surface.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was a common occurrence that you were in the paddock with Kimi. Ever since you decided to attend school entirely online, you were by his side, and it may (or may not) have been because of the begging you received from Kimi.

It started when he was in karting, and he just wanted someone familiar to talk to. Then, when he moved to championships, he was always one of the youngest ones competing, and it was weird being the odd one out. Around the same time, you were given the option to switch to online school. He begged you to do it, so you could travel with him. How could you say no?

Not to mention, you loved taking pictures, especially of your favorite person, and PR from both Prema and Mercedes would pay you for some of the pictures. It was just easier to pay you since you always took pictures of Kimi. 

But that’s beside the point. You were doing what you normally did whenever Kimi was a guest on the F1 paddock: sit beside him silently as he listened in on a meeting. Sure, it was not your favorite thing to do, but it was a standard. And most of the time, the meetings did not even concern Kimi; he just had to sit in them because he was their junior driver.

You were sitting in the back of the room, holding his hand and not paying attention at all. That is until Kimi started pulling at your hand to get your attention. You turned your head and met his eyes. The look he gave you was one you recognized immediately, a silent plea for you to sit on his lap. With a joking sigh, you moved onto his lap as he smiled laid his head on your shoulder after giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re more clingy today,” you whispered to him, “What’s up?”

“You’re going to leave for two weeks,” he complained as his arms tightened around your waist. “I know you miss your family and friends, but I won't see you again until right before the race.”

“Don’t worry, amor (love),” you consoled as you rubbed his arms, leaning further back into his hold. “I’ll be back before you know it, and we’ll be back traveling in no time.”

“Yay,” he chuckled before cutting himself short, “And I’m not clingy.”

“Oh come on,” you replied in disbelief, turning your head to meet his eyes. “Clingy Antonelli is my favorite.”

~~

Despite being with your family for once, Kimi would call you at any chance he could. He just needed to hear your voice and see you before doing anything racing-related. It was one of his superstitions, and you did not plan on standing in the way of it. 

Flash forward to when you finally came back. Due to the time difference, it was only 12 hours from the last time you talked to Kimi, but for him, it was nearing 20 hours. He knew that he had to give you space at some points, but this? Nope. He was sure that your plane should have landed ages ago, yet you still were not on the track. You had yet to answer his calls or texts, and he was starting to get anxious. 

He was pacing around the garage, half listening to his strategy team go over the plan for the race. He half-registered some Mercedes personnel walk into the garage but did not think anything of it since he remembers them saying they wanted to see him in action this weekend. Little did he know it was Toto and Susie Wolff in the flesh. They talked a little bit with the team before they turned their attention to Kimi.

“Is he always this nervous before a race?” Susie asked Toto, knowing that he had seen Kimi racing in FRECA before, but she did not remember him saying that Kimi got nervous.

“Not that I remember,” Toto responded just as confused before he turned to Kimi’s race engineer with a questioning look, gesturing in Kimi’s area.

“He’s missing his lucky charm,” Anthoine laughed, shaking his head. It’s said when you talk about someone, they appear, and that’s exactly what happened. Like clockwork, Kimi’s head snapped toward the garage door as he heard your unmistakable laugh. Kimi immediately took off, trying to find you. It did not take long because you were right around the corner, about to walk in with Ollie. Kimi wasted no time, picking you up in a tight embrace as he peppered kisses all over your face. Anthoine chuckled again as he pointed at the two, “Oh, look. They’re back.”

They all let you have your moment in peace. Kimi needed it. His nerves were through the roof, everyone could tell, so despite knowing that he needed to get in the car as soon as possible, they stepped back. The last thing they needed was an anxious driver on the track.

You could not even hear what Kimi was saying, just a bunch of anxious thoughts coming to light. You let him rant as much as he needed before he finally set you down and placed a long kiss against your lips. He pulled away all too quickly for your liking before leaning against your forehead, whispering, “you’re never leaving me again.”

“My flight got delayed, and my phone died,” you whispered back as he went back to placing butterfly kisses all over your face. “I wanted to call you.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” he sighed, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Kimi,” You heard a voice behind Kimi chuckle, causing you to look over his shoulder. It was Toto and Susie Wolff, which caused your eyes to widen and your face grew red in embarrassment. Immediately, Susie’s arm came up to smack Toto in the shoulder.

“Oh, leave them alone,” She countered, “You were just like that before we were married.”

“Oh, he’s just being Clingy Antonelli,” you laughed, nervously. “I’ll get him into the car, don’t worry.”

~~~

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[yapperblog]

In the middle of the night

Joost x reader on a tour bus

EXPLICIT RPF BELOW, +18

Tour bus bunk beds are a tight fit as it is, especially when you share one with your 6'2" boyfriend. You don't join him for the whole tour and had a choice to sleep in your own bunk bed, but both of you sleep so much better in each other's embrace, so it is no issue at all sharing a small space.

You yawn and say your goodbyes to the other guys on the bus, off to get ready for sleep. You have huge FOMO when you go to sleep earlier than the rest of the group, it's a mystery how they can stay up so late after a show and then do it all over again the next day. Tonight however you feel too tired to keep up.

All settled in your shared bunk bed, you turn off the overhead small light and get ready to sleep, when you feel the small curtain open up. "It's me." Joost whispers and lays down next to you. Curling up behind you, his chest pressed to your back. He smells of his body wash and minty toothpaste.

"Hi." you turn your head, searching for his lips in the dark. He leans in for a kiss, his lips familiar on yours. His hands wrap around your waist, sighing into your mouth as he presses himself even closer to you.

You separate from each other, laughing when he nuzzles into your neck, squeezing you tight. You turn back to face the wall, the smell of him and feeling safe in his arms lulling you to sleep immediately.

"Good night. Love you" he says, his breath tickling your neck. Your legs tangled under the shared blanket.

"Good night. Love you more." you say back.

"No, love you more."

"Love you more multiplied by an infinite number."

"Love you multiplied by the biggest number and there is no bigger one."

"Love yo-"

"Shut the fuck up, love birds." you hear Parsa yell from the next bed. You both erupt in laughter.

"Love you, Parsa." you say, still laughing.

"Love you." he replies. "Sweet dreams."

All of Joost's friends have welcomed you with a warm embrace into their circle. You remember how nervous you were to meet them all at first, but they already heard so much about you, because Joost truly can't stop talking about you every chance he gets. They already loved you, before they even saw you, knowing how happy you make Joost.

You slowly wake up feeling a bunch of little kisses being pressed into the side of your face, the back of your neck. "What time is it?" you reach to check your phone. The light of the screen making you squint. It's just past 3am, a few hours after you both fallen asleep.

Joost continues to kiss all over your face, "I need you." he whispers, leaving wet kisses along your jaw and lowering to your neck. "Need you so bad." his voice low, saturated with lust. You can feel he is hard, pressed against your ass, rutting without any rhythm. His hands are slowly roaming over your body, his need seeping into you too, even half-asleep you want him.

"What if someone hears us?" you ask quietly. Joost opens the curtain, sticking his head out slightly to check if anyone is up. There is a constant loud hum of the bus moving, rattling of misplaced objects against the cabinets and snoring coming from the other bunk beds.

He closes the curtain, settling next you again. Faint light from your phone laying somewhere in the blanket lighting up his face. "If we stay quiet, chances are high they won't know a thing." he says, a smirk on his face.

"Can you stay quiet though?" you poke at him.

He smiles and leans in closer to you. You match his toothy grin and sit up as much as the tight space allows you to take off your shirt and wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you. He is holding himself up on one forearm, mostly laying on top of you, kissing you deep, both of you being very aware of the surroundings still, trying to keep the volume down to the minimum. His lips feel good on you, he licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, he groans and you tug at his hair to remind him to be quieter. "Fuck." he comes up for air. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."

"Let's just be quick." you whisper, trying to keep any sounds to the minimum.

"Lay down on your side, baby." he gives you a quick kiss on the lips, and you turn around to your initial position – your back to his chest. One of his arms sneaks underneath your body, both of his hands on your tits, he tugs and twists your nipples softly and you have to fight the urge not to moan, only a quiet sigh slipping past your lips when he continues his ministrations. You arch your back, pressing your ass into his crotch urging him to get to work. He kisses your shoulder and moves one of his hands between your legs. "So wet already." he whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe gently as his fingers slide easily on your clit.

You slide your pyjama pants down your legs, giving him more access. His fingers keep exploring, spreading your wetness around, you bite down on your lip when his finger dips inside. He sets a steady pace, after a moment he puts in a second finger, curling them just right, finding that spot, where he knows will drive you crazy. His insistent fingers and soft kisses on your neck and jaw get you closer and closer to release. You miss his voice, he is always so loud, talking you through it or confirming how good it feels for him when you take control. But now you have to keep quiet, so instead you search for his lips, to feel him close in other ways. He sighs into your mouth, pushing his tongue to meet yours. He speeds up his fingers, his thumb petting at your clit, and you are thankful for his mouth on yours, as he helps you silence your whimper. His hips grinding into you, you feel he is rock hard. You have to separate, looking into his eyes, "I'm close, Joost." you whisper. "I want to cum with you, please."

He nods and you help him pull down his underwear, just enough to take out his cock. Reddened tip weeping pre cum, you grind his tip into your palm making him drop his mouth open, a small little whimper comes out, but you hear it. He puts the fingers which were inside you a second ago into his mouth, sucking greedily.

"Wish I could eat you out right now." he kisses you and you taste yourself on his tongue. "We need to book a hotel soon."

You kiss him more in agreement. He hooks a hand under your knee, spreading you open for him. He looks down, jerking himself a few times before moving closer to you, lining himself up. He swipes his sensitive tip through your folds, teasing your clit every time it passes, finally pushing into your wet hole. You loose yourself in the moment, moaning into the silent night, his hand is quick to cover your mouth, pressing tight. "Shh, baby. I know I know." he kisses your temple, while pushing in further. One hand holding your leg, the other clamped around your mouth keeping you quiet. His own breathing is laboured, whimpers threatening to spill out, so he keeps kissing your skin, anywhere he can reach.

"Keep your legs open for me." he says and you do. His hand moves to your hip, as he adjusts his position rocking into you. Your gummy walls suck him in greedily, inviting him deeper and deeper. He enters fast and pulls out slow, keeping this pace up, getting you both closer to orgasm, while your eyes roll into your head at how good it feels – the proximity, it feels like he is all around you, his heavy breathing in your ear, he feels so big inside, his hand keeping you quiet from sobbing out. He switches it up with grinding into you, when he is fully inside. You feel his hand press into lower stomach, as he feels himself move inside. You clamp down on him at the feeling and he has to bite down on your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. The sudden sensation sends you over the edge, you throw your head back into his shoulder, your eyes closed, thankful for his hand around your mouth or the entire bus would have heard you and you would never live it down.

He feels you gush around him, his grip on your hips tightens, leaving fingerprints. You feel it – the heat of him, the way his cock twitches inside you, how his grip tightens. "I love you." He slams into you one last time – hot flood inside you, painting your insides white. He gives you the last few thrusts, licking and kissing at your shoulder where he bit down. Overstimulation hits both of you and you wiggle away knowing you won't be able to stay silent anymore. Both of you lay still catching your breath, the sounds around coming back, you hope you were quiet enough not to disturb anyone.

"I think we are clear." Joost says behind you, as he pulls out and reaches for the pack of tissues to clean you up.

"Hope so." you cuddle back up next to him after you are both decent.

"We really need to book a hotel at the next stop."

[freckliedan]

i'm sorry but if you've only been a phannie since the reniassance you really have no right to be criticizing dan gender posters.

i don't think anyone who got here post revival understands the distinction between "fans crossing the line" vs "fans listening to what dan and phil tell us even before announcing things explicitly and celebrating that". and the way people act like they need to defend dan from people who think he could be trans makes that abundantly clear.

dan especially has been so open about how this community's support is what made it possible for him to accept himself and come out, and that wasn't support that magically appeared the second BIG dropped. it didn't exist only after we got told officially.

the community support of dan and phil's queerness was the way people noticed and celebrated and understood the way they increasingly chose to be vulnerable with us over the years, and the way we shared how they made us feel safe in our identities.

they came out a million little ways before they said the words, but dan did especially: wearing nail polish, going curly, an earring in the gay ear, liking tweets that said he was gay, making increasing gay jokes. the winter before they both came out they tweeted about the bbc calling them a couple and didn't correct it. dan TOLD us in march of 2018 that he had a video planned for june that was relevant to the month but not because of his birthday.

they do the telling us with their actions before announcing it in so many other contexts too: moving, announcing tours, etc.

if you trust in and pay attention to their consistant patterns of behavior it's hard to be surprised by dan and phil.

so why is it that this one fucking thing—dan's gender—is not allowed to be posted about in the same way as everything else? those of us who do take so much care in what we say, too, if we ever do anything other than post jokingly. both for dan's sake (nobody forgets this is a public forum) and because the transphobic backlash is constant.

dan has been saying he sometimes wishes he was a girl since manchester. talking about gender since 2009. the gender conversation has been constant as long as dan's been online and we know it's been a constant since early childhood too.

dan said after BIG dropped in 2019 that he considered coming out in 2014 but then started thinking about gender and needed more time to figure it out. and you know how that ended? he did NOT say "i came out because i figured it out". it ended with dan saying that thinking about gender culminated in realizing it's okay to come out and change your mind. that you can be a formless blob. (quote)

and then sister daniel happened, and dan has been increasingly openly talking about questioning gender ever since. and hey: dan and phil commented on the possibility of a gender video from dan during dan's bday livestream. doesn't that sound familiar.

this isn't different from when dan and phil claimed heterosexuality and then were openly not in the lead up to coming out. this pattern of behavior is the same, and the way people are posting is the same, and i've never fucking once seen a dan gender poster cross the line the way people used to.

it's just a different subject.

would the people who get pissed at dan gender posters have been doing the same thing to people who thought dnp were queer before they came out? did you not realize what an rpf community is like because you got here after the fact, or are you being transphobic hypocrites?

why is the possibility of transness something dan needs to be defended from, anyways? it's a compliment and we know dan takes it that way.

figure your shit out. i'm sick of it, especially coming from other trans people. i've had so fucking many trans mutuals bullied off this website and out of this space for openly talking about the possibility that dan might not be cis over the years, and when the same transphobic talking points come from a trans sibling's mouth? it disgusts me.

you don't have to like it or agree with it or engage with it. but can you PLEASE stop acting like you have a moral high ground and are doing something beneficial to dan that he'd thank you for? just fucking block and blacklist and move on.

and know that if dan someday turns out not to be cis, you're gonna have to live with the knowledge that you made things harder for him.

us dan gender posters? we all know we might be wrong and we've had to think about whether we're happy with our actions if that's the case. and i know damn well we'll all be celebrating dan's gender nonconformity just as much for the rest of time if dan remains cis.

we're under constant scruitiny so we've had to self reflect. but i really don't think any of you have. think about your underlying biases. consider the impact a vehement defense of cisness would have on dan if he isn't. and please, for the love of god, let that impact your actions.

[ramp-it-up]

II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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June 2024

The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Sy’s 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldn’t believe he still had that.

Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.

April 2004

“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”

You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.

“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.” 

Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.

Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.

“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...” 

He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you weren’t ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didn’t have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didn’t want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.

He wasn’t wrong.

You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Sy’s rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldn’t wait.

“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”

You giggled.

“You’re so corny, Sy.”

You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder. 

“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”

Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.

He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew you’d be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didn’t hurt to fool around a little, even if you weren’t gonna give him the p that night.

——————

You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.

You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasn’t worth it.

But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.

——

Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Maker’s Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.

He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan. 

Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.

——-

August, 2003

Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face. 

You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lips…

…well your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.

Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldn’t hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that  the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.

Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers. 

You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.

Becca Ferguson, Sy’s girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, he’d forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before. 

But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.

You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca. 

His head turned.

Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus. 

—--

June 2024

Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.

These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your mother’s loves and whims when she didn’t take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.

Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.

“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!” 

Tiffani was the gentle one.

“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”

Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.

Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.

“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”

“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”

You laughed.

“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”

The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.

“Because of that.”

You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.

There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.

—-

Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.

At least he was trained for war. 

Love was another thing entirely.

He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile was…everything.

As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago. 

“Damn.”

He said it out loud and the bartender replied.

“Agreed, Brother.”

Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.

“Watch it, kid.”

That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you. 

—--

You froze like a deer in headlights. 

Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him. 

Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasn’t the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.

You unconsciously walked closer. 

He was taller. 

But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.

Heaven help you.

And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…

Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.

“Hey Buttercup. You good?”

Goodness, his voice!

How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?

“I need a drink.”

Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.

—--

May 2004

“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”

Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.

“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”

It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didn’t know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.

You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.

He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.

“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”

You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.

“You are so delicious… Need more…”

Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.

His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.

“Oh my god! Sy!”

You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.

Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.

“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”

“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”

“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”

Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the world’s most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.

Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.

You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.

“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”

—-

Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.

“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”

You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Sy’s baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something you’d tried to get over for 20 years. 

Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively. 

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

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And They Were Roomates

☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

☙ word count: 2.5k words

☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.

☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying

this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!

Part 1

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When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.

"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.

"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.

Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.

You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.

Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.

“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.

“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.

“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.

“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.

“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.

“Yes!”

“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.

“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.

“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.

“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.

“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.

“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”

“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.

“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.

“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”

You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”

“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.

“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:

“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.

“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”

“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.

“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.

“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.

You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.

You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.

“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.

“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.

“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.

You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.

"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.

But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.

"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.

"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.

"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.

"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.

"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.

"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"

"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.

"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.

"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.

That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.

It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.

"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.

Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.

[moonshynecybin]

posting this for @love-leah's MotoGP RPF Summer Camp! this week's Kink of the Week was First Time and i was like hey. im writing a fic about that. umm if you havent read the first chapter, find it here and find part 2 here!

“Uccio is— he is out for the night, so,” Vale jitters around the caravan, pulling his hoodie off over his head. He’s so skinny. 

Marc likes the way his t-shirt hangs on his frame, the way the drape of the fabric hides the cut of his ribs until he bends, and suddenly you can see all of him at once.

“Did he find a hook up?” He responds flatly, toeing off his shoes. Uccio doesn't like Marc, usually hovers obnoxiously when he tries to talk to Vale in the daytime, as if Marc is going to try and kidnap him. He’d have to have a compelling reason to leave the two of them alone. 

“Eh, yeah. He is– in love with one of the grid girls. Something like that.” Vale smiles by the door, waltzing around shiftily. 

The lock turning on the door rips through the room like a gunshot. They start foot races by gunshot, Marc remembers. Horse races, too.

He strips off his shirt. 

“What, no dinner? No kiss?” There’s a curl of amusement in Vale’s voice. 

“I’m here to learn.” Marc shrugs. His pants go next, the band of them a glancing pressure on his dick as he slides them off. “Are you going to teach me?”

Here, he has more time to feel things, stretch out around the want pooling in his belly as he settles into the room. One of the things he’s absorbing with some extra space to think is the sweet pain of anticipation. He arches out his back, enjoying the thrum buzzing between his legs. It’s heavy– he likes carrying it.

“Hm. Again, you forgot our first lesson—” Room sealed, Vale hovers close to him. It wasn’t this conventional, with them out on the grass and no one but the stars to watch them. It’s almost like Vale brought him home, like he would anyone else. He should ask if this is part of what he wants to teach Marc. Wining, dining, waiting, wanting. 

“What’s that?”

“Remember, you have to— warm up, first. Especially with girls.” Vale murmurs, then leans in, and Marc has practice now, so it’s natural. 

A catching slide of mouths, Vale bending Marc’s neck back as he works him over slowly, tongue curling inside his mouth like it has a home there. For a second Marc thinks, wishes, maybe Vale just likes kissing him, because there’s no way he doesn't feel Marc, heavy against his thigh. But maybe it really is part of the lesson, because you can't usually tell as easily with girls. Marc wouldn’t know.

“Is this how you would do it? If I was one of them?” He breaks away to say. Too obvious. He’s earnestly curious, as well as something meaner, hotter, poking at him like a jockey with the whip.

Vale swallows, then nods. Marc can hear him breathe.

“Well, you're not wearing a bra for me to get off— that’s dirty of you, Marc. That’s usually what I would do next.” He slides his hands down to thumb around Marc’s nipples, making him jerk. Marc’s tried that himself, and it didn’t feel anything like this. “Then I’d put my hands on her tits, see how they feel, show her a good time.”

Marc laughs.

“I don’t have much,” He apologizes. 

“You have enough,” Vale trails off, eyes surveying his torso.

“And your mouth?” Marc asks without thinking, all pure and irrepressible want, primed. “You use that too?”

He should probably shut up, but everything he’s saying seems to be working. 

“Ha, I see. Yes, that too,” Vale agrees, barking a laugh that’s razor sharp. 

Then, after a shocky moment where their eyes meet, he bends like a branch in the wind, all ribs, to suck at his chest. 

The breath punches out of him. He makes a sound, quiet, and then louder when Vale presses a wet flash of his tongue right against him, rubbing at Marc’s other—tit with his palm. His face is probably red, his nipples the same. So hard they’re sore and cold in the air of the trailer. He thinks on a loop: How would it feel, if he did this through the cotton of one of Marc’s t-shirts? How would it feel through the lace of a bra?

Teeth graze against him— Maybe he will leave a mark, like a scuff on his leathers after leaning too hard on him in a corner, something to show people. 

“Vale,” He whines, quiet, too needy, and fingers dig into his side.

“Right. Okay, eh. Next lesson,” Vale clears his throat and straightens up abruptly, leaving Marc’s chest cold and covered in spit. Right— they were here for a reason. “Go, get on the bed. I will um—“ He cranes his head around and trails off, “I will find—“

“Ah!” He roots around in his suitcase as Marc fumbles his way to the small bedroom. It’s covered in— a music system. CDs. Plastic models of Formula 1 cars. An unmade bed. Ratty comic books. Laundry. Marc hasn’t been in here before, Vale is private, making sure to be the one knocking on his door. He tries not to touch anything. Maybe Vale has a system that Marc isn’t privy to. It feels like he’s being allowed the privilege of visiting an alien planet. First contact, he thinks, and smiles.

He finds out what Vale was looking for when he follows Marc into the room, the rest of his clothes abandoned along the way, and uncaps some lube. Marc stares.

Vale shifts. “What?”

He’s also never seen him completely naked before. He’s hard, obvious and heavy between his long thighs, and lean, taller than Marc. His legs are covered in a fuzz of blondish hair, and his bare toes curl into the board of the floor, unexpectedly vulnerable. It suddenly slams into him: that he’s touched him before, and he’s about to touch him again. 

Marc thinks his eyes are probably huge.

“Nothing, nothing. I eh. I like your tattoo.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Marc, get on the bed.” Vale rolls his eyes and gestures. But he has a smile on the edge of his mouth, kept small like a secret.

“Okay,” Marc moves, climbing onto the narrow mattress and laying back. 

“So. First—” Vale squirts a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers. Marc draws his knees up obediently, uses a hand to cover the throb of his cock where it rests on his stomach. He has some idea of the mechanics needed here. “Before anything– you need to make sure that she’s wet.”

Marc snorts. “I know that,” 

Vale frowns.

Marc rolls his eyes and rubs at the head of his dick— he’s definitely wet. And there it is again– that image of Vale and his blond ex-girlfriend, pricking at him, making him hard. His mouth opens before he can stop it, rebellious. “And, you— you would play with her clit?”

There’s a jump of a glance towards the movement of Marc’s fingers. “Yes,” He says, fast. Like if he says it quick enough Marc won’t know what he’s thinking. But he watches all the same, and then his knees are knuckling in close to the back of Marc’s thighs. He smears lube on his hole, a first, intimate contact that makes Marc twitch, and his eyes— like a cattle brand. 

Vale’s chest rises and falls. That’s fast, too. Marc wonders if Vale has ever done this with a man. Then he remembers the amount of jokes Vale made on their way back to his motorhome and thinks: probably not. He was going a mile a minute.

“She’ll be pink, right here.” Vale thumbs at his hole, staring. Which one of them he’s thinking of– Marc or the girlfriend— he doesn't know. “Soft,” he trails off.

“Then you put your fingers in her,” Marc says, and his own voice is distant. It's not a question this time, it’s a demand, a push of his own. Time to get this show on the road.

Valentino nods once, hard, and then does as Marc has bidden him. He starts with one.

It doesn’t feel like much, except for the way it's a part of someone inside him, making space in an unreal, insistent sort of way that Marc can’t ignore. A finger eases in and out, spearing him open. Lube drips down Marc’s taint, and Vale scoops it up, feeds it into Marc, thumbing at the space behind his balls. 

Two fingers is where things start to get more interesting. 

“That’s—“ Marc’s throat clicks. Something in him squeezes, and Vale feels deeper in him, wider. Huge and not enough at the same time. “God, okay.”

Vale presses his other hand to Marc’s stomach, handling around where Marc is cradling his dick. He licks his lips.

“Next— if you curve your fingers up,” He angles his hand and Marc cries out— Vale smiles. His earring glimmers. He does it again and Marc sees stars. “They like that.”

Marc feels like a sandcastle at high tide, like he’s eroding, melting. He presses his tongue hard against the back of his teeth, licks of warmth seeping into his skin. He paws at Vale, who is just rubbing inside him, biting at his own bottom lip. There’s a sound he can hear– You need to make sure she’s wet, he remembers.

His fist tightens up on his cock at the thought.

Vale notices.

“Want me to touch your clit?” He asks, adopting Marc’s parlance, conceding to the game. But he’s in charge here, after all of Marc’s prodding, and he knows it too, his body manipulating Marc’s where he wants it. Vale falls forwards to kiss him hard, his hand is still between Marc’s legs, jamming at that spot inside him. His other knocks Marc’s own hand out of the way, reaching to thumb over Marc’s cockhead in little circles like he would a clit, a teasing pressure that makes him gasp and twist. Winding him up, not quite enough.

He squeezes his eyes shut. Vale’s fingers stop for half a second, and then redouble their efforts. This way Marc can imagine— he can imagine whatever he wants. He flips through: they went on a date, they made their way back here, Vale thinks it's funny to pretend that Marc is his girlfriend. It's almost the truth.

Vale keeps going, won’t stop. There’s a wet spot of precome under Vale’s fingers, like pearls. Thank god, Marc keeps thinking, thank god. 

“You look good, like this,” Vale is saying, like a train about to hit him. “Let me look, let me look at you. Marc. Open up, c’mon. Look at me, let me see.”

It builds, fed by the words. It’s enough now, the voice mixed with the hands between his legs. He can get there.

“You're going to make me—” Marc cries, voice overlapping with Vale’s, and comes with Vale rubbing at him like he would a girl’s cunt, voice high and stomach twitching. Vale’s fingers feel huge inside him, rigid and lit up with the way Marc bears down. Thank god.

Hot relief swims up inside him, and he feels like sobbing from the tide of it all. After a moment, he smiles instead.

He puts a palm on the back of Vale’s neck. There’s sweat there that is different from his own. He wonders about the taste of him. “And you?”

More nodding— Vale, for once, is silent. He leans back, and Marc leans forwards.

He does make a little noise—when Marc takes him in his mouth, and he jerks against Marc’s tongue, overeager cock shoving forwards. 

He pins Vale’s hip to the mattress, palm broad on the harsh cut of his hip, and sucks in tight, Vale warm and alive in his mouth.

A cry: he comes and Marc drinks it in. He’s right, it does taste different.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Twenty minutes later: Three hard bangs on the door of the motorhome.

“Are you done?” Uccio calls from outside, and Marc and Vale stop. Marc sees the look on Vale’s face and puts on his t-shirt, quick. Vale hikes up his pants and walks out of the room with Marc, who snags the liquor bottle and collapses on the couch. Marc's heart gallops.

When the door opens, Marc smiles wide at Uccio and watches his face transform like he just smelled something unpleasant.

“Hi,” He says, and is ignored. 

Their voices are low, directed only towards each other. There it is: the exclusion zone. 

“I thought you had someone?” Uccio hisses, tense.

Vale looks casual in the way a coiled snake looks casual.

“Eh, she was busy. I found Marquez and we are having a drink.” He shrugs. It's— too tight. Marc chews on the edge of a fingernail. He doesn't know if Vale’s lying, he realizes. Maybe he was second place here, and Vale just came to get him because he wanted a sure thing.

Uccio surveys the room. He sleeps here too, Marc remembers. Soon to be third place. His fingernail— bloody, now.

“A drink.” Uccio says.

Marc waves the liquor bottle at him as if presenting proof. Stands, iron in his mouth.

“Do you want one? I’m finished, I have to get back to my place.”

Vale’s head whips around. “What?”

“Yeah, my grandpa is coming to see me tomorrow, so.” He probably shouldn't have said that, it makes him sound younger than them. Less adult. He tugs on his green-soled shoes.

He doesn't look at Vale. It's not like he was ever going to tell Uccio, but Marc’s been extant to this threesome enough to know that it's not how he wants to end the night. It spoils the pretending, too much. 

Vale’s last girlfriend was Italian, Uccio probably liked her.

“Good luck tomorrow, yeah?” He says, a repeat of Vale’s parting shot to him from last time, then brushes past them to open the door. The night air is cool, clean and bitter, cleaning out the metallic coin taste on his tongue. It’s always easier out here in the dark, just him and the moon.

The next day on the track, Vale doesn't say a word to him.

[superhoeva]

idk my thoughts on a certain celeb coming to tumblr is if ur posting something about the celeb u wouldn’t want them to see (ie. RPF) do not post it at all! that is a real person with a life u are posting about! if you don’t want that real person reading that work and forming an opinion maybe it isn’t for the public eye to read.

i don’t think it’s fair to say tumblr isn’t a place for celebrities especially when they’re just people who use social media, i think people just need to learn decorum when their blorbo joins social media

come off anon and say you want shawn and other celebrities on tumblr with your chest! quickly!

fandom/fan culture might be about them but it is not for them. there are sooo many other platforms (insta, twitter, threads, blue sky, and even tiktok now) for people to interact with their fans. tumblr is different—not that kind of place and never has been. there’s a reason that you see stuff on tumblr that you won’t see on twitter or instagram. there’s also a reason that there’s never been a an influx of famous people hurrying to create a tumblr account. because there’s a LINE that most people on both sides aren’t interested in crossing.

fandom, specifically on tumblr, is a place where many people join to analyze, celebrate, discuss, and create art about a character that means something to them WITHOUT interference, critique, or opinion from an outside force such as celebrities, mainstream ideologies, or journalism. and without algorithm being shoved in faces (at least, up until recently.)

also about the pitt specifically—i’ve not seen one rpf post. maybe i’m just missing it but that’s not what my argument is about concerning shawn on tumblr. at all.

i can only speak to fics specifically, and i know that a lot of writers on here do it because they don’t see themselves represented in the stories already told. or they’re exploring what the original media didn’t—or exploring what they did in a different way.

imo, you’re seriously underestimating the importance of this space, what it means to people, and that really pisses me off </3

[ofeliaxoxo]

to play charlos with u… on the top of ur head what are some of ur favourite unhinged charlos moments?? or just some that make u feel particularly insane and/or u feel dont get enough attention im curious haha

Yay thank you for playing charlos with me it’s my favourite game

Ohh so hard to choose because they have one million moments that make me go Heurgh. I’m gonna list some that I particularly really like, not so much ones I don’t think get enough attention.

Ok so number one is the Abu Dhabi 24 podium. This is what broke my brain. Pre Abu Dhabi weekend I liked charlos well enough. But that hug……..like omfg. Omg!! It’s so sensual and erotic. Not to say they themselves would have experienced it as erotic but the actual shots themselves really are. Like the champagne everywhere, they’re wet, the embrace itself is not casual. Carlos big hairy hand gripping the side of Charles face. The final glance between them as Carlos pulls away. The way it starts because they have a genuinely casual hug which Charles then changes by pulling Carlos back in.

Like HELLO. It’s so intense! There are not a lot of teammate pairings on the grid I could imagine sharing this type of very charged podium hug. This is an impeccable scene from which to build rpf. For me this is the most sensual and cinematic moment and it’s always my number one. Especially since it’s the exact moment that converted me to charlos obsession. The entire weekend was completely insanity inducing in and of itself but this was the absolute cherry on top.

Another one that instantly comes to mind is one I’ve made posts about before but it’s the video where Charles is watching a match with Carlos et al. And Carlos is super into it while Charles blatantly isn’t. What gets me about that is not actually Charles just doing it to hang out (which does still get me. He wants to join….the scholars have pointed this out and I delight in the concept of Charles love language as quality time) BUT what really gets me is Charles PRETENDING to be on the same level. Not only does he not care as much but he wants them to think he cares a lot…he’s literally speaking Spanish in multiple clips (and being ignored😭) to try to engage with their conversation, he’s sitting next to Carlos and focusing on the screen while very obviously not really compelled by it. You know that thing where cats like to mirror because to them it’s hanging out and showing love. So if you go on your laptop they also want to Go on Laptop. Carlos is like hell yeah football time and Charles is like ok yay:) I know how to do Football Time:) let’s do Football Time together:D it’s his little performance that really sends me into orbit. He doesn’t just want to do football time together he wants Carlos to KNOW they’re doing it together and to look at him and acknowledge that.

I really like the video from vegas 24 when they have to sign young photos of themselves because they’re all up in each other’s space in this very casual way. They’re not really touching or anything but you still get a sense of intimacy and familiarity. Like the passing of the pen, the way Carlos’s coffee is in front of Charles so he reaches over for it at the end, all those little infringements of personal space. There’s a calm energy but it’s still fun to watch. I like their conversation too.

Honourable mention to a more recent and smaller one but the drivers parade from the China gp, particularly the moment when Charles and Lando are both walking towards Carlos and then each separately get their own personalised Carlos Tactile Greeting which they both visibly enjoy. And then they each settle in to look only at him and talk directly To him and NOT as a trio. And then Charles spends the rest of the parade forming part of Carlos’s harem. I love the little charlando moment so much. Carlos’s two most notable ex-teammate relationships making a beeline for him without showing really any interest in each other. They said Hello Carlos we have gravitated towards you like little moths to a lamp.

In conclusion: there are one million moments of them that make me crazy. Watching them interact is like being at the zoo for hot rich men

[villainsapologist]

the confession

Summary: James confesses his love for you and you swallow him whole.

Warnings/Tags: James Hetfield x Fem Reader, RPF, load era james, explicit language, sexual content, smut, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation mention, mutual pining, work romance (they are bandmates), 18+

Wordcount: 2.59K

PART ONE

“How are you feeling?” James asked softly. His eyes take in every inch of your face as if he were trying to read your mind.

The pair of you were sitting on a two seater lounge sofa overlooking the hotel pool. It was late into the evening and the cool breeze caressed your skin. You stare off into space, processing the day you just had. Thinking of every possible reaction that would come from your first interview with James.

The lights around the pool danced on the surface of the water. You ponder what would be written, how you would come across. Would they like you, accept you? It was all so very overwhelming.

He brought up his hand slowly so as not to startle you. His fingers on your chin gently turn your head to face him.

“Hey come back to me.” Your eyes met his. “Don’t worry. You were perfect, everything will be fine. And if it isn’t fine, well then fuck everyone else because you have me…you have us.”

When he says things like that you aren’t sure how to take it. “You have me” what does that mean? Why does he make you feel this way? Are you a crazy lovesick fool who’s reading too much into everything? You’re bandmates now and so this intimacy and closeness is warranted. I mean he tells the guys he loves them all the time. You're a team.

“Thanks for saying that. I really appreciate it.” You give him a smile, it's coated in uncertainty and half baked enthusiasm. 

“I felt a lot better with you by my side today, especially when things got a bit uncomfortable.” You tell him truthfully. “I know you guys all have my back. That’s what bandmates are for right.”

— — —

He couldn't keep this up any longer. It was time. He can’t keep pretending that you mean the same to him as the other guys. Yes you were now his bandmate and he wouldn’t change that for the world. However, it’s different because he doesn’t think about the other guys every second of the day but he does think about you.

He thinks about how you’re feeling, what you ate, your outfits, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry – everything. The way you smell, the way you curl up innocently when you fall asleep on the studio couch – every little fucking thing.

It’s so bad that not only do you occupy his every waking moment but you also find yourself in his dreams. His favorite one is where he comes home to find you humming mindlessly in his shower. You hear him come into the bathroom, turn to him with the biggest smile on your face and throw yourself into his arms. He’s all wet but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t get a chance to say anything before your lips are on his. Your naked wet body pressed so tightly against him, he never wants to let you go.

He’s jerked off to that one more times than he can count, and honestly he’s not ashamed to admit it. Since he met you he hasn’t slept with another person, all he has are his hands and his imagination to satisfy himself. 

James knows that he has an addictive personality. Once a new addiction manifests itself in his life, he’s all in – tunnel vision. This time around he knows it's you. 

— — —

James hadn’t realized that he had kinda just been staring at you for an extended period of time. He was lost in thought, contemplating his next words.

“James?”

“Listen, I have to tell you something.” He straightens up, clearing his throat. 

“Ok…” You follow his lead, pulling yourself up into a more alert position. 

“I’m really glad I met you. And just know that above all else I want you to be happy and comfortable.” You're getting nervous now. What is he about to say?

“If you feel any type of way at all, just be honest and I will respect that. I promise.” He’s stalling.

“James, I’m not really following. What are you trying to say?” Confusion evident in your voice and your facial expression.

“...”

“I love you.” 

Nooo, that’s not how he wanted to begin. James mentally scolds himself, cringing at his outburst. Why would he say that? He was supposed to ease you in with an explanation of how and why he feels the way he does.

“Pardon?” You definitely didn’t hear that right. “Very funny. I love you too.” You chuckled and smacked his arm playfully. Although he wasn’t laughing. Not even a smirk. 

You see no signs of jest in his face or body language. 

“I’m not being funny.” His tone is straight. 

It hits you finally. You start to hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. There’s no way. This isn’t happening. Before you know it, your legs are moving you up off the lounge sofa.

“It’s really late, we have a show tomorrow and I need to be well rested.” Yeah you didn’t have any control over those words, they just came out. You bolted and you weren’t sure why. 

You scurry to the elevator, frantically pressing the button. You hear James calling out for you but you don’t even think about looking back. All you’re focused on right now is the elevator doors opening so you can get back to your room.

Finally you hear the ding and dart inside, pressing the button for your floor. You hold your breath hoping that James doesn’t catch you before the doors close. 

You’re safe. Phew. “What the hell was that?” You think to yourself as you speed walk down the hallway to your room.

As soon as you're inside your room you turn to slam the door closed, sliding down with your back against it. You hold your head in your hands, knees to your chest.

“Why did I run? I’m such an idiot.” It just happened. Your body reacted before you got the chance to formulate a single coherent thought.

Why would he say that? Does he actually mean it? You obviously feel the same way, at least you think you do. But you can’t, it will ruin everything. Wouldn’t it?

As you’re deep in thought, weighing your options and deciding on the best course of action, you’re startled by a knock on the door.

“Hey, it’s me. Look, I'm so sorry,” It's James. You spring up to your feet, hands flying to the doorknob. But you don’t open it. You’re frozen.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you,” he continues, “I understand if you’re upset and I take full responsibility for if I made you upset or uncomfortable.” 

Without a second thought, you turn the doorknob and the door flies open. There he is and before you know it, you yank him into the room closing the door behind you. You lean back against it with your hands behind your back. 

He’s taken by surprise. There’s no time to think because before either of you knows it, you’re on him. 

You smash your lips on his with your arms around his neck. His arms quickly wrap around your waist, lifting you off your feet. 

In that moment every thought is silenced. Your lips move in tandem as James holds you as tight as he possibly can. It’s desperate, sloppy, and wet. Both of your bodies are acutely aware of all the parts of you two that are in contact. 

Your chest on his as your hands move to run through his hair. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and you let out a desperate moan bringing you back down to earth.

Finally pulling back for some air, “I don’t know why I ran. James I… the way I feel about you – I’ve never felt this way before.” You confess. “I feel fucking insane most days, you don’t even know.”

“Oh trust me I do.” He chuckles, grinning at you. 

James walks you two over to the couch with you still wrapped firmly around him. He sits down allowing you to straddle his lap.

“I was freaking out so badly. I thought I ruined everything.” He wipes the imaginary sweat from his forehead.

“We both freaked out. Honestly, we’re a hot mess.” You say to him, laughing at the situation. 

He searches your eyes for something. Neither of you are sure what it is. James takes in this moment, it’s what he’s been yearning for this entire time. He has you in his arms and it’s real. It's not a dream.

His hands slide up your thighs to your waist, he gives your sides a squeeze. Then they move further up your body until they reach your neck where he stops and leans forward to place a peck on your lips. His hands caress your cheeks as his thumb slides across your lips. He’s taking you in completely. Consumed.

Meanwhile as he takes his time savoring you, heat begins to build up in your body. The way he’s looking at you makes you squirm under his touch. 

Unexpectedly you let out a moan. You see a glimmer of excitement in James’ eyes. He didn’t even do anything and here you are unraveling in his hands. 

“What’s the matter baby?” His hands come to your hips once again. He eyes up and down your body, taking note of the way your back arches and how your hips are moving back and forth ever so slightly. 

“Wow, who would have thought that my sweet little angel would be so desperate,” whining at his teasing you pout, letting out a sigh, “I mean, I haven’t even done anything to you…yet.”

“James please.” You're pleading now and you aren’t even fully sure of what you're pleading for.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I promise.” James says with his eyes fixed on yours.

If asked you wouldn’t be able to explain coherently to anyone what exactly came over you. You just allowed your body to do what it wanted, to go after what it was craving. Pulling yourself off his lap you slide down to the floor between his legs, still not breaking eye contact.

Catching on to what your plans were, James leans forward to grab your shoulders. “Hey wait, sweetheart you don’t have to do that. Let me make you feel good.” He tries to pull you back up but you refuse.

“Please.” It came out as a whine. You looked like you were about to tear up. “Please let me suck your cock Jamie.”

No words could come out of James’ mouth, because no words were registering in his brain. To say that he could no longer think straight was an understatement. He was already turned on from the moment you jumped into his arms and kissed him. Now he could feel the blood rushing rapidly to his cock. He leans back, eyes still firmly on you. 

Taking this as a sign to proceed, your hands move to the zipper of his pants. You unzip them slowly, taking in the sight of his bulge hiding beneath his boxers. You palm him through his underwear and he groans.

“Oh fuck.” He lets out through a shallow breath.

Tugging at the waistband of both his boxers and pants, he lifts up allowing you to free him. His cock slaps against his stomach and you immediately lick a long stripe from his balls to the tip, your eyes flickering up to see his face.

James’ eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open. You place a kiss on the head of his cock before taking him into your hands and stroking him. Swirling your tongue around the head you spit on it, watching it trail down his length.

Finally you take him into your mouth, immediately going as far down as you could. Whatever couldn’t fit you used your hands to stroke. Your head bobbed up and down his length and with no holding back you gag yourself on him, desperate to have all of him in your mouth.

“Soo fucking perfect baby.” James praises you as he cradles your head in his hand.

Moaning at his words, between your legs heat up even more. Your panties are a complete mess, you’re practically soaking through them. You really didn’t care that much, all you could focus on was having James in your mouth.

You ease off of him, coming up for some air. As you continue to stroke him, he runs his thumb across your lips once again, except this time the saliva smeared all across your lips are evidence of the salacious position you now find yourself in.

Moving down to the base of his cock you cup his balls in your hands, massaging them. James’ breath hitches and you take the opportunity to lick them. Taking them into your mouth getting them nice and wet. 

“Fuck, you’re a dirty little thing. You know that right?” You moan around him in response, sending a vibration through his length, taking him over the edge.

You move back to his cock, this time determined to take it all down your throat. Taking a deep breath, you take him into your mouth. You move down further and further, swallowing as much of him as you can until you feel the hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nose. Your eyes begin to water and you gag around him, spit escaping your lips, trailing down to his balls. 

James’ breathing quickens as he feels his end approaching. You're gagging and choking on his cock and he really can’t last any longer like this. “I’m - uhhh fuck - I’m gonna cum…” He barely gets the words out and you don't let up. You swallow and gulp around him, before coming back up – only to go down on him again.

It’s all so messy, to the point where you surprise even yourself. Who knew you had this in you? 

“Please cum in my mouth.” An eager plea.

That’s all James needed to hear. He’s a grunting and moaning mess at this point. You take him all the way down your throat again and again. 

It builds up inside him, white hot – intense. His heart beating out of his chest as his orgasm approaches. A loud groan escapes him and he starts to spill into your mouth.

His cock pulses in your mouth. You taste him at long last. It’s so much that it spills out the sides of your mouth, milky white hot ropes of his cum. You want it all. You swallow as much as you can. 

When he’s done, you sit back on your heels, watching his face as he comes down from his high. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his head thrown back. James is in disbelief, he silently hopes this isn’t a dream.

As if right on cue you gently run your hands across his thighs, grounding him and bringing him back to you. His gaze finds you and the largest smile erupts on his face.

“Come here.” He lifts you up onto his lap. “You’re amazing.” He beams at you. You can’t help but feel a little bit shy again, blushing at him. So close and so raw after such an intimate moment.

“Kiss me.” He tells you, but you hesitate. James takes the lead and goes in to kiss you, he can taste himself on you but he doesn’t care. 

He pulls away and caresses your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“I love you.”

A/N: that's all :) and once again... need him!

PART ONE HERE

[kinardsevan]

rainy days and sundays

(aka, today's events made me think up a lil mini rpf. under the cut for those who don't celebrate louliver.)

Oliver chucks his hat across the trailer with frustration, already having unbuttoned the jacket of his dress blues. He’s beyond irritated and after such a long day, he just wants to get out of the day’s uniform and go home. 

In seconds, he’s stripped out of his shirt underneath and dress pants before reaching for his sweats, still laid over a seat in his trailer from that morning. It’s as he’s folding the pants back up to hang onto the hanger he’d been handed that morning with the outfit that a light knock sounds outside his trailer and then the door opens. 

“Hey hon-..” 

“I just need a few more minutes,” Oliver states, his tone short. There’s a deep breath from behind him and a soft ‘okay’ before the door shuts. He settles the hanger on the inside of a cupboard door and slides the jacket onto it, buttoning it up before hanging the hanger on a door a few feet away for the next day, and starts gathering up his things, scrubbing another frustrated hand through his styled curls, intentionally messing them up. Outside his trailer, he can hear quiet muttering, which is fine, but he’s not exactly in the best mood either. 

“Just, give me a second, alright?” 

Oliver growls audibly as the door opens again, and then there are footsteps emerging behind him as he finally brings his hands up over his face, pulling at the curls around the crown of his head and tugging. Thick arms envelope him and a warm hand presses into his chest as stubble rubs up the side of his neck. 

“I know today wasn’t what you wanted,” Lou mutters softly. Oliver shakes his head as his body relaxes slightly against the man behind him. 

“People are so fucking rude,” he responds. “I can’t- there’s not-not a version of me shooting those scenes today and still wanting to pander to people. It’s fucking rubbish and I-..” 

“You need to stay in your headspace,” Lou murmurs because he knows. Oliver has a set way of doing things, especially during scenes of heightened emotion, and remaining in Buck’s headspace is part of that. Having people who won’t respect artistic spaces just showing up and expecting him to turn it on and off for them is never something that is going to leave him very happy. He presses his face deeper into Oliver’s neck, and for a few moments, they stand together as Oliver lets the pressure of his boyfriend’s body against his own calm him. 

“Did I make it worse,” Lou whispers after a few more minutes of silence. “By socializing-..” 

“No,” Oliver answers quickly, finally turning around to face him. “Not at all. I know you, Ryan, Kenny, and Anirudh were having a good time. I just didn’t want people saying shit, and not being able…” He pauses and huffs, glaring at the couch in his trailer. 

“You couldn’t be next to me to ground yourself,” Lou says quietly. Oliver nods. After a few more seconds, he takes a deep breath and looks over at the other man. 

“I don’t want to be on about this the rest of the night. I want-..” 

“Kenny wanted to know if we wanted to go grab a pizza with him and a few others,” Lou offers up. “Since the late call time tomorrow and all. But if you don’t want to be in public any longer, we can do something else.” 

Oliver shakes his head. “As long as we can go somewhere a little tucked away. I’m also not really dressed for fine dining.” 

Lou nods as he brushes a hand through the curls on the front of Oliver’s head, tucking them a little to the side with a small smirk on his face. Oliver blushes at the motion. 

“Alright,” the Brit comments, pressing his hands into his boyfriend’s chest. He has half an urge to squeeze just to be a dick, but instead, he gives a light push. “Let’s go. I am famished. I want that cauliflower pizza I told you about.” 

Lou widens his eyes in mock-indignancy. “Sure. Fine. Vegan pizza.” Oliver pushes him back toward the door, laughing. 

“You said you liked it last time,” he comments. 

“I’m only eating it if Kenny and Ryan also have to eat a piece,” he responds, although Oliver can hear the smile in his voice. He opens the door a moment later, and Kenny looks over at him curiously. 

“Eat a piece of what?” 

[bad268]

Could I please request Miniminter with reader who is a singer and he hasn't heard her new song and it has a lot of references to how much reader loves him and him reacting to it? Thank you very much :)

Die With A Smile (Simon Minter X Singer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (kinda went off prompt, but I love this) (Based on this song)

Warnings: None (Side note, I'm thinking of moving the ask and masterlist links to the end of the story. What do y'all think?)

POV: Second Person (You/your/She/her)

W.C. 1067

Summary: Simon's girlfriend will never write another song for him.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You were cryptic whenever it came to you releasing new music. You enjoyed having a listening party with your closest friends and family when you got the final cuts of your songs to see their reactions. It was especially your favorite when you wrote a song about Simon and wouldn’t tell him about it. You liked to tease him about it, but leave it specifically vague.

This time, you were a little nervous. This was the first song that let everyone into the depths of your love life. Usually, you stuck to light-hearted songs that alluded to Simon, but this was an entire love story. You had been working on it for a couple of years, and it was finally ready to be released. This was the first time you were ever nervous to release a song.

You sat in front of the camera in Simon’s recording room because he had the great idea of making a video out of his reaction. He thought it was like your other songs where there was a line here and there that referenced him, not a whole song.

“You ready to start?” Simon asked after he double-checked the lighting, volume, and angle of the equipment. 

“I think the question is, are you ready?” You responded, dropping your head slightly. “I was born ready, but I don’t think you are.”

“As long as you didn’t say anything about our sex life, I don’t think I’ll care,” Simon said with a head tilt, now slightly cautious as to what he would be herding in a few minutes.

“Too late!” You piped up, jumping in your seat. “Start the recording.”

“Hey guys, it’s that time of the year again when our favorite artist releases a new album and we blindly react to one of the songs,” Simon introduced animatedly before gesturing to you. “As always, we have the artist in question, Y/n L/n, otherwise known as my girlfriend, and she is giving us the exclusive to…what’s the song?”

“Die With A Smile,” You answered with a smirk at Simon. “I think you’ll like it.”

“You’re making me nervous,” Simon trailed off before finding the mp3 file you sent him earlier on his computer and opening it in the media player. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“With pleasure,” You teased, tapping the space bar. The speakers begin playing the opening chords on the guitar, and you could not help yourself. You nervously watched Simon’s facial features, trying to decipher how he liked it.

“Not gonna lie, I love it, but it reminded me of Attack on Titan,” Simon said after a beat of silence when the song ended. You gaped at him, blinking a couple of times to make sure you heard him right.

“What the fuck do you mean?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “It was supposed to be a cute song about how I can’t live without you, but no. You’re here saying it reminds you of an anime.”

“Think about it!” Simon defends as you cross your arms over your chest and turn as far away from him as you can. “It’s quite literally Eren’s perspective of Mikasa!”

“I wish I knew who either of those were,” You sighed as you rolled your eyes.

“No, no, no, listen,” Simon pleased, putting a hand on your shoulder to turn you to face him again. You begrudgingly turned around but continued glaring at him as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. “Eren wakes up at the beginning of season 1, episode 1, from a dream of him seeing the whole future! Like how the whole war thing happens and is basically the end of the world. At the end of Attack on Titan, Mikasa has to kill Eren and say goodbye to save the rest of the world!” Simon stopped for a second, gauging your reaction.

“I’m not following,” You said simply, shaking your head lightly. “You know that I don’t watch anime. Why would I write a song about an anime I’ve never heard of?”

“It’s just that it sounds similar to me! ‘I just woke up from a dream where you and I had to say goodbye’ sounds hella close to the premise of Attack on Titian,” Simon imitated your voice to sing the opening lyric of the song. “Mikasa had to say goodbye to Eren, and fans think the whole series is the dream and can loop. Do you get it? You can hear it, right?”

“Is that the only part you listened to?” You nearly shouted as you gaped at him. “I just revealed a new song, a song about you no less, and the only thing you remember is the opening lyric. Wow. I feel special.”

“I got caught up! I thought it was about Attack on Titan!” Simon defended, moving back in his chair and putting his hands up in surrender. “Play it again. I swear I’ll listen this time.”

“I am never writing a song about you again,” You groaned after a second before getting up and walking out of the room. Then, you leaned back into the room to briefly shout, “And no! You get to wait until it’s released like everyone else now!”

A couple of weeks later, you were laying on the loveseat in your common room, scrolling through your feed as people were live-posting their reactions to your new album. Call it a bad habit, but the album just dropped, and you couldn’t help yourself. You needed to know what they were saying.

You decided to set your phone down on your chest for a second, letting out a breath as Simon entered the room. You watched him walk through the room, lift your legs, sit in the now-empty space, and put your legs back in his lap. You arched an eyebrow at him, silently asking him what he was doing.

“You’re so cute,” Simon said simply as he looked at you with a lovesick smile.

“Of course I am,” you scoffed, “but what makes you say that now?”

“I heard the song again and read the lyrics,” Simon admitted, moving his hand up your leg to hold your hand instead. “You’re just so cute. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” You teased, sitting up so you could peck his lips. “I’m not writing another song for you, though.”

~~~~~

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[danrifics]

im starting to think that the Reddit mods don't know what the word "speculation" means

oh they absolutely do not. The problem is mostly that they think they’re creating a space for phannies that doesn’t focus on the concept of phan which i think is perfectly reasonable however when you are the dan and phil subreddit that’s kinda not possible. Like that subreddit was not created to be that in the first place in fact to my understanding the rpf rules are pretty new. The type of subreddit they want can exist they just should have made a new one for that specifically because while i admire people who can watch dnp and not be caught up in phan in some way i think we sometimes just have to admit that the majority of the phandom is made up of rpf enjoyers whether that’s in a lowkey way or a very outward way and i do think the main subreddit should be reflective of the majority and not the minority. especially in the new dnp landscape where they are very much embracing phan and sometimes actually just encouraging it.

Then we get to the point of is the constant denial of dnps relationship actually becoming borderline homophobic. If you can’t even post an interview that dan himself did where he calls phil is husband, soulmate, 4000 year old tortoise partner then you start to question what the mods actually thoughts, feelings and intentions are. like sorry you using dans words is speculation? no im using the fact that dan literally called phil his husband?! that’s not speculation im literally reading the words.

honestly i could talk for hours about this but my phone is about to die but tdlr no they have no idea what speculation actually means