#(THANK YOU ANON)

[anathemafiction]

Hi! since the topic of the last ask was Dragon Age, DA Inquisition GOTY Edition is free on Epic Games Store this week!!

That's great!! If anyone's interested, now is the time to get it 😊

[rosetterer]

bucktommy + summer heat + tommy tinkering around with his car, being sweaty, his glistening muscles on display + buck watching tommy, sitting on the porch, wearing sunglasses, sipping a cold beer, licking his lips, being completely unhelpful (read: deliberately obtuse) whenever tommy asks him to hand over some tool from the tool box that is right next to buck

I loved this one! Here's a link to AO3, where you can read the prompt fill or you can just continue reading it right after the link:

heat - rosetterer - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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heat

by rosetterer

The surface of his glass, set out on the small table right next to him, has pearls of condensation decorating it. It’s a warm day, warm enough that Buck is more than happy to stay in the shade on the porch, drinking his cold beer and watching his boyfriend do all the hard work.

Now, Buck knows about cars. He knows the basics of fixing one, especially when it comes to firetrucks, but the vintage kind of cars that Tommy owns and likes to fix up for fun are beyond his capabilities.

Of course, Tommy did suggest that he could teach him but they have a day off and Buck doesn’t feel like having to learn anything. He’s comfortable with his boyfriend’s sunglasses on his face and not doing anything at all.

Well, that isn't exactly true. Tommy did carry the toolbox, which is stained with oily fingerprints and small splatters of red paint, from his garage and set it right next to Buck on the porch, mumbling something about him being his little helper for the day, which definitely didn't make Buck feel some kind of way.

Buck takes another sip of his beer and sets the glass down on the table before tilting his head a little bit to get a better look at his boyfriend, who is deep in thought, leaning under the opened hood of the car, fingers stained with oil and his skin glistening in the sunlight.

It’s difficult not to look. The pair of shorts that Tommy is wearing are cut off right above the knee and hug his thighs in a way that is just a little unfair. The white tank top is clinging to his body because of the sweat and the little bit of water Tommy poured over himself half an hour ago. It is all just… so good.

”Baby, can you find the feeler gauge for me?” Tommy asks him then, standing up straight and using his wrist to wipe the gathering sweat from his forehead to avoid getting any of the oil on his hands on his face.

Buck reaches into the toolbox next to him and starts looking through the very not-organized tools. He pushes aside what he knows is the feeler gauge and grabs a screwdriver instead.

He holds it up with a small smile on his face, ”You mean this thing?”

With his hands now resting on his hips, Tommy sighs at him but his eyes are absolutely sparkling. He walks up the three steps leading to the porch and comes to stand right in front of Buck. He rests his hands on the arms of the chair and leans down.

”That is a screwdriver,” he tells him, even though they both know that Buck very much knows this. ”This…”

He reaches into the toolbox and holds the feeler gauge in front of Buck.

"Is a feeler gauge," Tommy continues and takes the screwdriver out of Buck's hand. "A screwdriver is used to tighten or loosen screws. The feeler gauge is used for measuring shit. I'm going to use it to check the clearance between the engine valves and their seats."

Buck nods as if he's listening and watches Tommy throw the screwdriver back in the toolbox. Then he reaches for something else but Buck can't bring himself to look away from his boyfriend's flushed cheeks and the drops of sweat once again gathering on the edges of his face.

"And these," Tommy starts after a moment and throws a bunch of random zip ties into Buck's lap with a small wink. "Can be used for a whole lot of things, Evan."

Buck's mind shortcircuits. A kiss is pressed onto his lips and for a short moment, he catches a hint of Tommy's scent, a mixture of sweat and the deodorant he saw him put on this morning. It doesn't help the state of his mind whatsoever.

Tommy moves away from him, stepping backward with the feeler gauge in his hand, and laughs wholeheartedly. He takes hold of his shirt and strips it off, throwing it to the side before making his way back to the car.

And Buck… Well, he could really get used to this.

[erabu-san]

I know u prefer cyno and tighnari platonically so I hope that telling u that when cyno said "its become a family tradition" in Chinese he says something along the lines of " its been passed down to mei mei (little sister)" will be nice

Also btw ur art is really cool!!!!

Anon, you don't know how much knowing THIS MAKING ME SO HAPPY !! Thank you so much for letting me know !!! :sob: 😭❤️❤️❤️

[reigningmax]

Max at a restaurant in Tokyo tonight

[qtkoshi]

Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears. 

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ????? 

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud 

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ ) 

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

[inquissien]

I'd love to see more Disco Elysium from you!

A great suggestion, I love drawing those guys. This one is for you!

[ghostly-groves]

Hear me out

It would be funny I promise (og post)

[lazylittledragon]

i've never sent an ask to you in my life but i need you to know that i saw "MONCH" at 2am and it's the hardest i've ever laughed idk why but thank you

like father like son

[snowykissesx]

yuji holding you all sweet whispering he loves you and going absolutely feral fucking you :>>

i love this request so much, thank you anon! yuji is depicted as 18+ in this :)

afab but no specific pronouns!

warnings: fluffy smut, a couple of tears from reader, 2nd person, more dominant yuji but like nothing too serious, more just like mutual sex not really any power going on here, pet names, swearing, cumming inside lol, quick drabble

“f-fuck” yuji gasped out, his member pounding into you gently. itadori was always one for being gentle, but he still made you feel so good. “bab-baby i love you so.. so much” he whispered softly into your ear, holding your body up against his.

“love you.. love you too yuj” you managed to mutter out. he was holding you so gently n so tight at the same time. he was fucking you so slowly but so good at the same time

he was literally perfect, you couldn’t ask for anybody better. your train of thought was cut off with a whisper in your ear that sent a quick shiver down your spine. “may i speed up, ma? can you take me?”

“pl-please yuji.. i can take you.” with that being said, he flipped you around. your body was now facing the wall n he grabbed your hands n held them behind your back

he tugged on your hair gently, pulling your back ontop of his chest. yuji sped up his pace, which increased his whines. you loved it when he was vocal, and he knew that.

you let out a squeal as he picked up the pace again, this was a lot faster than he’s ever gone before “yuji!” you whined. “cmon pretty, take it all for me.” you nodded with a couple of tears falling from your eyes, the pleasure was a lot to handle.

a string of curses fell from both you and yuji’s mouth in harmony, along with the slaps of skin, whines, moans throughout the room, n bedcreaking. “doing so well for me, just hang in there yeah?” he kissed up and down your neck, leaving small, light purple hickeys.

“i love.. fuck.. love you so much” he said right up against your neck, he loved watching you like this. so riled up for him, so wet, so needy.

“gonna cum!” yuji giggled at your desperation. “gonna cum for me, baby? wanna cum for me?” you nodded harshly, you really needed to cum, it was the only thing on your mind right now. “pretty please?”

“okay, cum with me, alright?” you muttered out some form of an acceptance word which didn’t take you long to forget. you couldn’t think properly, you were so cockdrunk.

a couple of seconds after, yuji came inside of you. you took the initiative to also cum. you both let out a bunch of whines as you came together. “let’s clean up together now, yeah?”

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Love 2: Fanfiction

Cherri: Hey, Fuckheads! (Waves her phone in the air) Didja see that someone's been writing cringy fanfiction about the hotel and its occupants?!

Angel: What?! No way! Send us a link to the page! I gotta see this!

Cherri: (puts the user link in the Hazbin group chat)

Angel: Whoa-ho-hoa! What's with some of these ships?! NifftyDust?! Who pairs me with Niffty?! They also got me with Pen's Egg Bois!

Niffty: Awwww, I was hoping it would be with that bad boy at the club! Oh! I'm in a polyship with the Vees!

Cherri: Ha! StaticRadio is another big one for this writer. Never would have thought Vox and Alastor would be a mutual pining.

Alastor: (glitches out) What did you say???? (Peers over Cherri's shoulder) Oh, Zestial and Carmine are a ship, and they also put me with Rosie. That's not so bad.

Cherri: (reading one of the three Explicit rated works) Even if Rosie is pegging you with her ex-husband's dick?

Alastor: (Wendigo screeches echo through the hotel)

Husker: Why am I the hotel slut????? This guy's got me paired with literally everyone in the hotel!!!

Charlie: ......Everyone?

Husker: Even you, Princess. (Slams a bottle of Everclear) I need to forget I ever read this.

Lucifer: WHO PAIRED ME WITH SERA?!?!?!?! Who the Unholy Hell is Carmilla Carmine?! I'm paired with her, too!!!

Cherri: Awwwww~ I'm mostly paired up with Pentious..... okay, there's one for Angel. (Shrugs) Eh... Not the worst, but still not my thing.

Charlie: They can't be that bad, right? (Checks the page) I'M PAIRED WITH LUTE AND EVE?!?!?!?!?!?! (Scrolls feverishly) I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WORK WITH VAGGIE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: (pause)

Angel: Wait a minute.... (scans through the ships) There ain't a single one of us paired with Vags.

Charlie: (plasters her face to Angel's) Who IS she paired with???

Angel: Some bitch named Emily? (Scrolls) Looks like about half of these fics are Vaggie and Emily.... With one rated E fic, too..... (Taps random fic) "Emily knew this could only end badly, but the way the fallen angel stared at her with a smoldering eye made her go weak at the knees. The two reached out and..." What the fuck??? (squints) "Passionately held hands"???

Charlie: (eyes bleed red as she scrolls up to the Author Name) Who's writing these?

Vaggie: (finally bothering to open the link and reads the page username) "Em-Emmie-E"

Charlie: (eye twitches, and she roars so loud that all of Pride can hear) EMILY!!!!!!!

-Meanwhile: In Heaven-

Emily: (watching Hell like it's the latest episode of Days of Our Lives and taking notes)

EMILY!!!!!!

Emily: (fumbles her notebook) Oh, peach crumble!

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Saw your post about writing, I love older Leon with a younger more naive reader, could you maybe do something along those lines? 👉👈

YES! I’m so glad somebody requested more older Leon, im in love with writing it. I whipped something up as fast as i could but i ended it on a little teaseeee if you guys REALLY like it i’ll finish it!!:))

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

f!reader x much older Vendetta/ID Leon. Mentions of size difference, slight angst if you squint literally, VERY little smut but it is there. mentions of choking, biting lip. use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, etc.) BIKER LEON HELLO. Leon is obsessed with you, and you’re dumb.

Word count: 1.4k it’s small

Leon always says you were his saving grace. The two of you met during a time in his life where he really needed you. You were bubbly, happy, much younger but he pushed that aside. The only reason you guys met was because you went to go get your brothers bike fixed for him, standing waiting before the mechanic had told you a list of reasons as to why it would cost you almost ten thousand dollars in repairs. You knew enough about cars but nothing about motorcycles, your jaw dropped staring at the man in front of you as you shook your head.

“The tire went out? That was it-“

You cut yourself off, pulling out your check book with a frustrated sigh, before you can even sign on the line a man stepped next to you, squinting at the numbers on the paper then to the mechanic in front of the both of you.

“This what this business is about? Lying to women for no reason?”

The man grabbed the check book scoffing at the astonishing price you were about to pay, the mechanic stuttered over his words before the man once again cut him off.

“Just bring the bike back up front”

You stared at the man in awe. You knew that you were being scammed but you are the one who fucked up the bike so as long as it was fixed you didn’t care. He handed you back your check book and nodded his head towards the workers bringing the bike back up front.

“I’ll fix it for you, no cost too. Well, unless you let me take you to dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. You felt red spread across your face as you nodded, shoving your check book back in your purse as the two of you walked out the front door.

Leon Kennedy was his name, he told you while he propped the bike up, leaning down before swatting his hand signaling you to stand over him and watch him. And he taught you more than you knew, maybe more than you needed to know. You couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at you.

“All done.”

And before he could even speak again you pulled your wallet out, grabbing at the cash you had stored. Leon let out a chuckle as he covered your hand with his, shaking his head.

——————

Leon was adamant about taking you to dinner, at least twice a week. Since the two of you met he would pick you up every Monday and Friday, and take you these outrageously fancy and expensive restaurants. Leon stopped his bike, stepping off before grabbing your hand to help you keep your balance as you swung your leg over. The two of you began your walk up the stairs as you rambled on about the girls at your work and how one of them was stealing produce, your words interrupted by Leon’s hand gripping the back of your skirt, pulling it down slightly so it would cover you up more because apparently your skirt rode up on the ride here. Did he just do that? A part of you wanted to yell at him, but physically, your throat went dry and your thighs squeezed together. There was no label on you two, you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you did spend to much time together. You bit at your cheek as Leon checked you in for your reservations, turning back to you as the waiter walked the two of you to your table. Your hand reached out for the chair but Leon- as smooth as ever he was- brushed beside you, pulling out your chair. You sighed softly, looking up at the man with a smile as you sat down, your ankles crossing over each other. The air was thick between you two but it had been for about the past week. Leon always ordered for you two, mainly because he knew what he was doing. The two of you sat silent as you stared at the menu before you placed yours down, staring at Leon with your eyebrows slightly frowned. He was scanning the menu, his attention not on you of course. He had to have felt the gaze because his eyes flicked up to meet yours, causing him to place down the menu.

“What’s up sweetheart, you seem bothered.”

Bothered was an understatement. Your eyes rolled as before you stared at your glass of water.

“Is it our age gap? Or what? I mean jesus Leon i’m sitting here wondering why I’m not good enough for you..”

Instead of comforting you, Leon let out a chuckle, taking a sip from the wine in his glass. Leon shrugged as he leaned back against the chair with a smug smile on his face.

“Angel, if i didn’t value you and want you to be mine why would i spend almost a thousand a week just to see that pretty smile?”

——————

“He’s what?”

Damien, your brother yelled as you and Leon sat at the table with him, Leon’s hand gripping at your thigh under the table at your brothers outburst. You knew he would react this way when finding out about yours and Leon’s very much prominent age gap of 9 (and a half) years.

“Leon takes care of me Dami.. you don’t have to be mad-“

Damien interrupted you, ranting on about how disappointed mom and dad would be with how you decided to play out your life. Leon lifting you from your seat and basically dragging you out the door made the anger building in your stomach stop.

“We are leaving.”

Leons voice was stern as the two of you walked down the steps of your brothers porch, Damien following behind, arms crossed as he watched Leon carefully place the helmet on your head before he swung his leg over his bike, you following him like a stray puppy, laying the side of your covered head on his back as you watched your brother look at you in disgust.

Leon was silent, but the way he sped down the street told you everything you needed to know. When the two of you finally arrived back at the house, even in his anger he still held the door open for you, when you stepped in he slammed it. sighing as he pulled his jacket off.

“Leon, Im so sorry.”

Leon shook his head watching you play with your fingers, a groan leaving his lips as you folded his jacket for him.

“You are just so..”

Leon grumbled as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his much larger hands. You frowned up at him, your hands slowly rubbing up his chest and past his shoulders.

“I love you, it’s not fair.”

Leon nodded down at you, pecking your nose softly before one of his hands left your hip to gently grab at your chin, he took in a deep inhale, he loved the way you smelled. With your strawberry lipgloss and vanilla lotion, he was obsessed with you. The way you would do anything for him, you were his and you knew that too. His lips pressed into yours, his hand that was at your hip sliding to hold your back pulling you closer into him.

Your hands went to pull away from him but he was much stronger, tilting his head into yours causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips as his teeth nipped at your now puffy bottom lip. He pulled back, smirking at the sight of you with your hooded eyes, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. You went to whine something to him but he shushed you immediately, dragging you over to the couch.

“Just don’t talk.”

He mumbled as he sat himself down on his sofa, pulling you between his legs. He admired your outfits more than you knew, the way you always wear cute little skirts for him, or when you guys go out to dinner and you wear that red dress that he fucking adores. Everything hugs your body so perfectly. Your fingertips grazed over his shoulder, your body pushing forward with a gasp as Leon yanked your skirt down your legs, a hum leaving his throat as he gripped at your thighs.

“Leon be careful clothes are expensive!”

You whined with a giggle as Leon dragged you down to the couch, this made you realize just how much stronger and bigger Leon really was, the shyness washing over you as he hovered over you, his hand grabbing at your throat gently, he didn’t want to hurt you (yet).

“I told you not to talk, you act like I don’t buy you all those skimpy little skirts anyways..”

[bogcreacher]

Do ypu have any full body whalefall drawings? Or just a guide to their markings.. for no reason at all

this is a scruffy, repurposed old base but I hope it helps at all! they’re missing the two middle fingers on their left hand, and have a lot of tatters on their wings. again, i cannot stress enough how little accuracy matters if you plan to draw my characters, given I disregard it half the time lol

[ynbabe]

LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss

can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.

idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm 💕‼️

Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-

Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader

As a celebrity, you don’t often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.

Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.

You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.

You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.

The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.

You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.

Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.

"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.

f1waglife

f1waglife Y/n nation how are we feeling tonight? Logang? How are we? This was definitely not the couple we expected but is this the couple we deserve?

Username OH HELL NAW- WHY IS THIS FLORIDA MAN DATING QUEEN Y/N?????

Username Y/n come home the kids miss you

Username Omg mans is in love

Username Get someone to look at you the way Logan looks at Y/n

You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.

Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.

"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.

"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.

"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.

He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.

You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.

"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?

You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.

PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.

y/nl/nofficial

y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-

username oop sis snapped

username you tell em girl

username LOVE a gf whos rabidly in love with her bf

username now why would y'all try and shame Mother's boyfriend when all she does is post about him for race weekends??

username fr shes been a logan fan before logan fans have been logan fans

Williams We stan a protective gf 😮‍💨

username admin you'll always be famous y/nl/nofficial Cant help it he looks really pretty in blue 🥰 username oh she in love love

username shall we start calling him Father?

The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!

[fcthots]

hear me out- jason just laying back, arms behind his head as he watches u ride him,,,

NO ANON BC UR SO FUCKING RIGHT

Jason fully laying back, arms behind his head, just enjoying the show. You’ve been at it for a while now and he can’t take the grin off his face. “Good girl. Yeah, work for it, baby. So pretty f’me. Yeah. Just like that.” The longer you do it, the less he can control his moans and those only egg you on.

You get tired and start slowing down? He can’t be having that. “Ah ah ah. Faster, baby. Don’t stop. There you go. You like that? You like doing this for me, don’t you? Yeah. Such a good job f’me, baby.”

He will make ENDLESS comments about how much he loves the view. He probably says the word “pretty” about 999 times, with some “gorgeous” and “immaculate” sprinkled in.

(Also if you get tired, he WILL grab your hips and bounce you himself while teasing you. “Tired already, love? Or is this what you wanted all along? Just wanted to take it, huh? Well now you’re gonna take everything I give you. Yeah, just like that. Take it like a good girl.”)

[blindmagdalena]

Homelander would be the type of partner to be super overdramatic if his s/o forgot to say “I love you more” at the end of a phone call or when they leave for work.

Either way he ends up thinking about it all day and by the time he sees them again, probably when they get home from a long day at work he’s just sulking on the couch.

He also seems like the type to pull out the “I’m fine” when his s/o asks him what’s wrong. Which would lead to a minute or two of silence before he pulls out the teary eyed “Who is he? Who’s the other man?” and now the entire night needs to be spent reassuring him.

"Say it again," he says. There's a measure of petulance lingering in his voice as he nuzzles at your neck, holding you securely in his lap.

"I love you more than anything in this world," you repeat with a patient smile.

"The other thing," he says. You can feel his lips shape every word against your skin.

"You're my one and only."

"Forever?" You can feel his smile, too.

"Forever," you echo reassuringly.

This goes on for the rest of the night. He barely lets you out of his grasp, let alone out of his sight. He's clingy as hell, to the point where he insists on carrying you to bed when the time comes. It's hard to mind when he essentially functions like a warm weighted blanket, laying comfortably atop you and kissing you at every opportunity.

It does make it just a little tempting to purposefully leave off that extra 'I love you more' at the end of a call any time you're in need of especially intense affection, though.