#gimme suggestions please lol :']

[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

[autumn-hiraeth]

Rockabye!

Hobie brown x reader

angst but not enough. First part.

NEXT PART

a/n: so many people asked for a second part. So i hope y'all like it! ( loved all the comments lol). Part 3? Gimme ideas pls

Find more here “ Hobie's masterlist 🕷”

You knew that being with someone like Hobie Brown would change your life completely and you weren't wrong. It's been three years since you saw him, three years since Hobie not only broke your heart but also got you pregnant (how thoughtfu of him). You found out you were pregnant a month later and it felt so bad 'cause Hobie obviously didn't feel nothing for you. At first you thought he was just busy but soon you got the message; he was not coming back.

So all on your own, you move in, and do what you have to do to make sure your little girl grow up well and has a good life.

Your daughter has some of your features, but she's a mini Hobie Brown. So you try to stay away from him, however he's fucking Spider Punk, if he really wanted to know about you he would have already found you. :( Never mind, he would make a terrible father. You think.

But one unexpected day, Hobie Brown meets your daughter. His daughter. Hobie is panting hard, trying to save people 'til suddenly his spider-sense kicks in and his heart races 'cause he's never felt like this before.

Then he sees a little girl crying, her parents aren't around and no matter how hurt he is, he doesn't hesitate to swing her out of the danger. He looks at the little girl and is shocked 'cause the kid , who is still sobbing, is exactly like him. She takes after him.

So Hobie tries to calm her down, he's cradling her in his arms, not taking his eyes off her as he murmurs "don't cry, little girl"

Hobie knows he should be helping other people, but he can't, the kid looks so much like him that he doesn't want to leave her alone, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to her.

However, Hobie scoffs at his thought, of course the kid doesn't look like him, he's just tired. And when Hobie finally manages to calm the kid down, he hears a familiar voice. "Rhea! Oh thank god you're fine!" you are in front of him crying, in a frantic state and you don't even seem to realize that your daughter is being held by Spider Punk, her father, no, instead you take her off his arms while you sob happy to have found her safe and sound.

But Hobie is frozen watching the scene; you, the love of her life, whom he abandoned three years ago, holding your daughter while you kiss her cheeks in relief and his heartbeat races 'cause Hobie suddenly seems to figure out why the kid looks like him... It is her daughter. He's dad. "Y/n..." as soon as you hear his voice you hug your daughter as a defense mechanism.

“I gotta go” your voice sounds more serious and your look makes him feel guilty instantly. "Fine, I'll take you two home" he suggests and you frown because you can't believe he has the audacity to just act like everything ended well between the two of you.

"no way, I don't need your help" you are being cold and Hobie understands that; he understands that you hate him 'cause he abandoned you; he abandoned his pregnant girl; the thought of everything you had to go through to take care of his, your, daughter, burns deep inside him.

'cause if he had only stayed then now you and Hobie would be a family and he knows he would be a good father. Yes, being a father is a thought he never had but now, he knows that he would make a good father even a good husband.

"Y/n please" he pleads, he wants to talk, apologize and meet the kid, tell you that he's still loving you, but you don't care what Hobie wants so you pick up your daughter, who hides her face in the crook of your neck. "Stay away Hobart" you tell him and Hobie lets you go, for now.

But you two know that they'll see each other again, 'cause Hobie knows that he has a daughter with you.

[kastelixa]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ Good Times for a Change

title from ‘Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want’ by Deftones

Summary: Leon wants his bestfriend’s attention, but you’re too busy gaming.

cw: Reader has male body parts and is referred to as he/him, smut but no penetration, praise/degradation, Leon is a little condescending, dry humping, porn and very little plot lol, very causal so little to no sweetness/fluff. Maybe if you squint.

wc: 2,086

note: This is my second time writing smut, first time with a masc reader. So please excuse any shitty writing or accidental jumps LOL. Anyone can read this btw, just more masc leaning is all. Also, Leon and reader have that ‘it’s not gay I swear’ type of relationship LMAO. They’re in denial.

It’s been hours already. Hours of you and Leon playing some random ass game you found online. You thought it would be fun, and it is! But you didn’t expect the levels to get progressively harder.

“ugh, fuck,” you grunt after losing yet again. Refraining from biting your tongue or screaming, you try again, clicking the ‘respawn’ option on the big red screen that taunts you with the words ‘YOU DIED’.

Leon huffed out a chuckle, “You’ve died like twenty times already. Give it a rest and just accept the fact that you suck.” he rolled his eyes good naturedly. Though, the twenty times comment was an exaggeration and he damn well knew it. Fucker is projecting.

“Shut up,” you groaned, thumbs mashing on the buttons of your controller, the noise almost obnoxious with how hard you’re going at it. “You’re just mad.” you add childishly, lips pursing into a pout and brows furrowing in concentration.

Leon scoffed, corner of his lips threatening to twitch into a smirk. Really, he loves when you get like this. All huffy and puffy over some stupid game. What’s not to like? Leaning back into the couch, he crosses his arms over his chest.

His eyes examined you intently, icy blues trailing over every feature on your frame. From the top of your hair to the shoes you were wearing. Unconsciously, he bites his bottom lip, unable to fight off the surge of desire that had his cock twitching in his pants.

You’re an attractive guy, and Leon knows that very well. Oh, he knows alright. After many years of friendship, he’d never think that he would harbor these intense feelings of lust for you. In fact, if someone told him years ago that he would have feelings for his best friend, he’d laugh his ass off.

Look at him now.

He inched closer, ignoring all your complaints about how the game is rigged. “Why don’t you just take a break?” he grumbles, eyes flickering back towards the TV screen, pretending to be just as engrossed in the game as you were. Without giving it much thought, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The mere contact enough to make his cock jump in his pants yet again.

You narrowed your eyes at him, because how dare he even consider taking a break? Not thinking much of his sudden closeness, “No way, dude,” you scoff, “I’m not taking a break until I win.” It’s a stubborn declaration, one that Leon knows you’ll stick too.

You’re stubborn as hell, and it makes his brows furrow in slight irritation. But it amuses him nonetheless. His hand starts rubbing your shoulder gently, his skin rough yet somehow incredibly comforting. And suggestive.

“C’mon, just a small break,” he insists, “Please? Before your brain begins to seep out of your ears.” he teases with a light smirk, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. His hand starts to trail lower, subtly gliding down your arm.

You don’t notice. “Just, gimme like five minutes,” you mutter. Your posture is shitty as hell and your back is starting to hurt, but finishing this level is more important. Yes, very important.

Leon hums absentmindedly, his eyes focused on your face, watching for any awareness or reaction. His hand trails lower, fingertips grazing your skin with a feathery touch. His hand now lies on your lap, inching closer to the crotch of your pants.

That’s when you start to notice. Your brows twitch, nervously glancing towards Leon and then back at the TV screen. “What are you doing?” you mumbled warily, not thinking much of it. But still definitely nervous.

Before you could even process anything though, the heel of his palm pressed down onto your clothed cock, eliciting a choked noise from you. “L-leon,” you grunted, “not funny, dude.”

“I’m not trying to be funny.” Came his casual response, lips twitching into a knowing smirk. Asshole, yeah. Fucking knows what he’s doing. Knows you won’t do anything about it.

A grunt escaped your lips, cheeks heating up in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Damn, you don’t want to give him a reaction. Surely he’s trying to distract you. But the friction on your dick has it chubbing in your pants already, meaty shaft twitching in response to the heat emanating from Leon’s hand.

Leon briefly studies your reaction, liking what he sees. It’s intoxicating; makes him want more. Slowly, oh so slowly, he starts to grind his hand down, fingers searching the fabric of your pants until he finds what he’s been seeking. Which leads to him tracing the tip of your cock while his palm rubs on the rest.

Heat starts to trickle into your tummy, coiling up and fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. “Stop,” you try to grumble, but it comes off as more of a whine. Shit, he’s getting to you. Your hold on the controller falters, thumbs now just lazily gliding across the buttons.

You’re not even focused on the game anymore, unable to process the characters on the screen. Subtly, you start to roll your hips forward, soft noises escaping you. Though you try to be quiet to keep the rest of your dignity, you’re sure that’s long gone.

“Mhh, having fun on the game?” Leon chuckles lightly, eyes drifting back to the TV screen while still rubbing one out of you. God, sometimes you wish you could smack him upside the head, maybe then he’d stop being such an idiot.

“Looks like you’re losing.” He says, tone indicating that he’s amused. You huffed, brows furrowing in frustration. “No— ugh, fuck off…” you mumble, eyes hooded and head lolling back onto the couch. Fuck, you can’t do it. Can’t play this stupid game anymore.

Your grip falters completely, controller falling onto the floor with a loud clatter. Your hips buck forward freely, lazily rutting onto Leon’s hand. So needy. It’s like Leon’s seeing a whole new side of you, one that gets his dick going and his heart racing.

“Leon,” you whine, voice breathy and so, so, goddamn desperate. “Please,” you plead and beg shamelessly, bangs falling over your eyes, some strands sticking to your forehead. Precum lazily drools from the rosy slit on your cock, staining the front of your boxers and making them feel warm and sticky.

Craving more, you scooted closer to Leon, limbs feeling like jello. You almost fall on top of him, but you manage. Leon finds it all so cute. It’s like watching a puppy stumble and struggle getting to where it wants to be. Pathetically cute. Makes him want to deny you.

But that’d be mean. So his smirk turns into a soft smile, hand momentarily leaving your needy cock to help pull you onto his lap. You mewl delightedly, head dipping to bury your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling into him like a lost little kitten seeking guidance.

Your hips undulate, seeking friction on the hard meat of Leon’s thigh. Whining and moaning like a needy mutt. Leon hums softly, enjoying just seeing you like this. It’s cute. Fucking pathetic. But it’s you. And he loves you. Loves how sloppy and clumsy you are when it comes to intimacy.

Deciding to help you out before you end up tuckering out, he rolls his hips forward, angling himself just right so that your crotches are aligned. You reward him with a whimper, eyes drooping with desire and heat. “God, please… more…”

“mhm,” he hums, lost in the look in your eyes. His hands hold onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place so that you don’t end up falling over. He starts to manipulate your movements, guiding your hips down in a continuous motion.

Your bodies lock together, rocking in a steady rhythm that has the both of you groaning out loud. Your tongue seeps out from your mouth, flattening against the soft skin on Leon’s neck to start lapping at it lazily. Your lips latch on, gently suckling and leaving pretty rose colored love marks. Ones that wouldn’t fade easily.

Leon grunts in response, eyes fluttering shut to focus on all the pretty noises that you made. “Fuck, yeah… that’s a good boy,” he murmured huskily, hips snapping forward greedily. Shamelessly moaning, you mewed and whimpered with each receiving thrust, attempting to match his pace and ferocity, but it’s sloppy at best.

“Leon, uhn.. uhn.. oh fuck, gonna make me cum,” You whine pathetically, so lost in a daze that you fail to notice the drool that trailed down the corners of your mouth. Leon notices though. Of course he does. It’s the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes again: the shiny saliva coating your pretty lips.

He hunched forward a little, lips locking onto yours. His slick tongue darted out to lick into your mouth, making loud lapping noises. He grazed the outlines of your teeth; the inside of your cheeks, memorizing it all. Suckling on your tongue, you both exchanged a mess of drool and spit. You swallowed all you could.

“Messy fucking boy,” Leon groaned, panting softly. Sweat and heat covered the both of you, making you both breathless. You only mew in response, too fucking dumb and horny to even think or say anything remotely coherent. How could you? The only head you’re thinking with is your dick’s.

Yeah, you’re really messy.

That rubber band feels just about ready to snap, the coil getting tighter and tighter. It spots your vision, stars exploding behind your eyelids. “Ohhh fuck, Leon! Leon! m’gonna cum,” you whined, noises becoming louder and needier. Could give a porno chick a run for her money.

Leon’s gonna cum too. Can feel it, the way his cock juts forward and leaks precum steadily. It hurts, with how tight his pants feel and all, but that only makes it so much better. He bets you would agree. He tries to speed up, but he’s already going as fast and as hard he can.

You’re too sloppy and slow, so he’s the one doing all the work. But that’s okay. You’re too dumb to try harder. Luckily, he’s okay with doing all the thinking for you. Instead, you press yourself harder into him until your bodies are flush together, cock to cock and chest to chest.

His hips rabbit into yours, until finally, your climax rams into you like a truck. With a loud yelp that devolves into a drawn out whiny moan, you cum hard, all into your pants. It stains the fabric, gradually creating one big, dark, sticky moist spot. All you can do is whimper and whine throughout it all.

Leon keeps going, “Fuck, fuck, yeah, take it,” he groans, grip tightening on your hips in a way that would surely leave some pretty bruises. He slams into you again and again, even as you start to slacken against him.

Finally, he growls, gritting his teeth as his own sweet release snaps, making him cream his pants in steady spurts. He slows down, grunting softly into the last few thrusts until he eventually comes to a stop, leaving the two of you heavily panting in exhaustion.

“So,” he speaks in between pants, voice breathless yet satisfied, “you ready to take a break yet?” he chuckles hoarsely, a grin gracing his handsome features.

“Shut up,” you mumble, voice muffled and face buried into his chest. There’s laughter in your voice, an almost giddy feeling that makes you feel light and spacey despite how tired you are. “You suck.”

“Says you,” Leon huffs, pausing briefly to check you out. “Should freshen up and probably change soon. It looks like you just pissed yourself.” he teases, eyes focused on the huge fucking wet spot on your pants. Looks like you were backed up, huh?

“Fuck you,” You laugh, rolling your eyes. Finally mustering up enough strength and energy to sit up, you reluctantly peel yourself away from his lap, deciding to sit besides him instead. “You’re no better.” you glare halfheartedly. As if he didn’t have a cum stain on his pants too. Sure does love to put you on the spot now does he?

“Yeah yeah,” Leon rumbles, “Let’s just shower now, it’s starting to stick.” he grimaces, shifting uncomfortably as he struggles to get up, pulling you along with him forcibly. Glancing back at you, he smirks. “Maybe a round two in there?”

“Absolutely not.” You laugh, elbowing his side playfully and speeding up to walk in front of him.

What a fucking lie.

[killerpancakeburger]

Soap giving you a massage...

TAGS: Soap x GN! Reader, Fluff, a bit suggestive, Civilian! Reader, Anxious! Reader, mention of chronic pain.

WORD COUNT: 750

A/N: Trying out a new format! But with a bit of a story in the middle lol.

Soap who notice you tend to roll your shoulders, stretch your neck, and pinch the muscles there at the end of the workday. You explain that, being an anxious kind of person and working at a desk, you end up with neck, shoulders and back pains on a daily basis, despite correcting your position and stretching regularly. Massages are the best remedy but they don't exactly come cheap, and trying to do them to yourself just isn’t the same.

Soap who look up massage videos and ask some tips to the military physiotherapists provided by the army.

Soap who tries to practice on his teammates of the Task Force. Price being the most sore out of them, he agrees quickly. Gaz does too after some begging. Ghost resists until he learns it's for your own benefit, only then he relents.

Soap who show up five minutes before the end of your shift to be sure to catch you, taking in your grimace of pain as you stretch out. 

Soap who enters your office casually and asks how your day's been going with a bright grin, hardly containing his enthusiasm at the idea of surprising you with his “gift”.

Soap who take advantage of the fact that after greeting him, your eyes return to your computer screen while you're turning it off, and easily sneak behind you.

“Ya sore?”

“Same as usual,” you shrug.

“How ‘bout this?” he questions, putting his hands on your shoulders and pressing his thumbs in your trapezius muscles in a circling motion.

You tense at first. The contact is not unwelcome per se, but it is unexpected, so you can’t help but stiffen.

“Johnny, what are you doing?”

“Helping,” he pouts. “Does it not feel good?”

You stay silent, focusing on the contact.

His hands are deliciously warm; his fingers are gentle, yet firm enough to really be felt. His touch is stronger than yours, but it's a good thing. Pulling, pushing, pressing, kneading skin and muscles.

Common sense would dictate you put an end to this compromising situation right now, but the treatment feels too good to stop. 

Concentrating on the dance of his fingers and the relief they bring to your aching muscles makes it hard not to give in; to close your eyes and forget about what isn’t his hands on your skin.

You come back to reality when he calls out your name. You hum in response.

He chuckles at your reaction.

A carefree, warm kind of sound, distinctively Soap in nature, that you were always fond of; but when echoed so close to your ear, it sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine, a twist in your stomach, a throbbing between your legs.

“Take it ye like it then?”

His tone is pleased, playful.

Your face bursts into flames as you realize his proximity; eager fingers digging into your skin, clever mouth a breath away from your ear, his sultry voice caressing you everywhere at once, baryton smooth like silk. It is a small mercy that he's standing behind your back, sparing you from his piercing blue eyes; a mercy that he can’t see how flustered he made you.

“Gimme some reviews. Don't hold back, Ah can take it.”

You bite your lower lip at that sentence, I can take it, holding back from asking what else he can take from you, as a taunt.

“It's great. You’re doing great,” you reply flatly, trying to sound unaffected. 

“That's it? I know ye have a better way with words.”

Teasing and feigned sulkiness interlace in his comment.

Soap who cheekly mentions that he purchased a massage oil, but if you prefer to keep your clothes on, it's fine.

Soap who respects your boundaries, kneading the sore spot in your lower back without going one centimeter lower.

Soap who hardly contains his comments but enjoys silently how malleable you are in his hands, how your eyes are closed under his ministrations like a cat, the way you hum in pleasure every now and then.

Soap who suggests you take a nap in his bed before heading home after seeing how blissed out and groggy you are after he's done with you.

Soap who's been pining after you for a while and, after all the touching, all the noises you made, and the kiss on the cheek you gave him as thank you when he wasn’t awaiting it, needs to excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the problem in his pants.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Two

Paul and Ringo cabaret duo au NOW!

Their collective bitter humor about the fan mag. I think George probably appreciates Paul getting into this sort of shit with him. Even if it is only on a surface-level. A reminder that the Beatles fame journey (something that's been hellish at times for George, enough to give him PTSD and other issues for the rest of his life) has not left Paul unscathed. That Paul actually does have feelings, however buried they may be.

Could even be that the appreciation comes out in the form of "I think your beard suits you. Man." Does the tacked-on 'man' mean a sort of "no homo" type qualifier? Or is it just an added endearment. I know we don't think of George as particularly inhibited, but it was the sixties. And of course Paul loves the compliment and has no idea what to do with it.

Can you all please thank Mal as he hands you your tea next time? Not that hard, guys.

Ringo's voice is so sexy. And I love how supportive Paul and George are of this very stupid song. If either of them had written it, they'd tear it to shreds, but it's Ringo, so we laugh along and enthuse about the sentiments behind the lyrics.

The communal bitching about EMI's treatment of them. As they should.

Oh goodness, it's the "Paul has an embarrassing crush" moment from that iconic post of @jeremy-hillary-boob He totally does and you should say it. "I never used to know what it meant". It's giving "girl pretends not to know how to hold her golf club so the hot guy will touch her".

I have a theory that some of their covers ~matter~ and "What do you want to make those eyes at me for?" Is the first one for me.

Okay this look right here that John is giving Paul? Not to, like, out myself as never having experienced pure love except from my own child or anything, but the only other place I've ever seen that look is on my one-year-old's face when I come get him from his nap. So ... "A lovely little baby, John was"

"If this boy dies, you're gonna cop it." Peak older brother behavior. He's joking, but he's also deadly serious.

In love with John trying to sing out of his range. He's trying so hard, you guys.

"Everybody had a hard year. 'well, I'm not sure, actually. Put [good year]." Same, John. Isn't it always that way? Hard. And good. He's such a genius lyricist. He just captures the human condition with such specificity.

Lol at Paul correcting John on the key of his own song (yeah, yeah, gimme some truth is secretly a colab but it's still a John song)

When they put a piano in front of Paul and John's instantly like "uh-oh, red-alert my beautiful boyfriend might not get captured perfectly from every angle" vs a year and a half later when he's bitching about Paul having too much screen-time in Let it Be. Well, you were part of the problem, babe.

I love George's way of teaching his songs. Whereas Paul was shouting key changes and counts between phrases, and John doesn't even bother to give any of that information, George is just softly singing "E, to F sharp minor. E to A." Beautiful. John and Paul, take notes.

Wonder if I'll get through a day without calling Paul a whore. Probably not.

John being instantly self-effacing after suggesting that genius little let's enhancement. "My mind can blow those clouds away" is actually much more original and thought-provoking, but John just makes fun of himself. Like. Just own it. You're John fucking Lennon!

The George/Paul convo (George talking, Paul hardly flinching) is so painful actually. Because from the outside, Paul's avoidance looks so condescending and unfeeling, but avoidance feels much more like 'Shit fuck shit dodge the fight, go around, don't react, don't engage, don't start something' and i really feel for both of them.

Let John do Help for gosh sakes!

"Not bad though. Good try, that. Johnny."

The part where Paul is looking just so exhausted, and he's actually letting it show, and then he sees the camera on him and hurries and tries to do a cheeky little Beatles head-shake and smile. But then he's really just too tired (and high) and he looks away and rubs his eyes. It was like watching an old circus bear. Those poor things.

And of course John's head snapping up like a little gopher when Paul says his name

[dawnagustd]

peaches || jjk

↠ title: peaches ↠ pairing: jungkook x black!female reader ↠ genre: smut | fwbs | boxer kids/legacies | secret relationship ↠ summary: Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth. ↠ rating: 18+ ↠ word count: 1k ↠ warnings: strong language | suggestive language | reader with the cake I wish I had lol | Jungkook is nastyyy(with motherfucking 3 y’s) | pussy eating(from the back) | ass eating | she twerks on Jungkook’s face | face riding | grinding | spanking/ass slapping | Jungkook obviously loves some ass | overstimulation | light hair pulling | clit biting ↠ author’s note: Oops! I dropped something. So, I was talking with a reader about this and she was like, “please do a black!reader”(okay it wasn’t said that nicely but that’s my homegirl so I let her bully me into writing this). I did try to stop myself though. But @sweetestofchaos​ and @jjksblackgf​ put their feet on the gas and said go for it. That’s how we got here. I honestly wanted an excuse to write a black reader with locs anyway so I thought adding my own twist to boxer!jk would be perfect. Also, shoutout to @btsgotjams27​ for bringing the prompt on our radar. 

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“Jungkook, maybe you should stop now before you get hard,” you suggest, leaning against the ropes as you bite into your peach.

Jungkook continues to take light jabs at your ass to watch it jiggle while whispering, “too late.” Only five minutes ago, he was trying to pull you into the locker room, but unfortunately, you’re strict about following your trainer’s orders. 

He knows there won’t be any sex until he knocks out his next opponent.

You hear him remove his gloves and toss them before he comes closer.

“I can’t help it,” he groans, stopping only to press his boner against you. “It’s so soft and juicy.”

His lips tease your ear while you squirm and try to look around for any employees that may still be here at this hour. If anyone found out that the Jeon’s son was fucking the daughter of one of the greatest boxers in the world, a skilled fighter herself, they’d use it against him during trash talk in the ring.

You scoff. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t be looking at it. You need to stay focused.”

“I am. But it’s hard; I’m starving. Gimme a bite.”

You turn your peach on the unbitten side and bring it to his lip, but Jungkook shakes his head instead of eating your fruit.

“Nah, I wasn’t talking about that peach,” he smirks.

“Then what—”

Oh.

Jungkook’s reaches between you, and he grabs your ass. Your hand covers your mouth to keep the squeak you let out confined. Your food falls to the floor when he begins to massage your flesh. It turns out this fast isn’t only affecting him.

“I wanna taste you,” he whispers through his mischievous smile.

“We can’t. What about your fight?” 

“Last time I checked, I have a fight coming up, not you,” he reasons. “Which means I’m not allowed to catch one… But you definitely can.”

Fuck.

His bulge is wedged between your cheeks, causing you to have thoughts you know you shouldn’t be having.

“I can drop to my knees right now and—”

“Jeon,” you warn.

He continues to tease. “Oh, we’re formal now?... After everything we’ve done to each other?”

“You need to chill. We’re too exposed out here.”

“Never stopped us before,” he argues. “Remember? I’ve already fucked you all over this ring.”

Jungkook waits for you to stop him while his fingers trace the white trimming of your coral shorts, but when you don’t, he pulls your bottoms above the curve of your ass. His warm palm finds your skin, and he squeezes gently.

Your head hits his sweaty chest when he pulls your locs.

“So,” he proposes, making you hiss when he slaps your butt. Your teeth clench together to suppress the noise. “Can I?”

Without any hesitation, you allow him to feed your needs. 

“You better not touch yourself either,” you warn.

Jungkook responds by dropping to his knees. He immediately buries his face between your globes and inhales your essence. 

“Why would I touch myself when you got all this ass for me to squeeze?”

His hands knead your flesh, and he spanks you again, the sound ricocheting through the empty gym.

You look back at him. “Why are you so nasty?”

“Because it’s fun,” he responds. “...and you like it.”

Jungkook moves your shorts out of his way and spreads your globes. You place your knee on the ropes so he can gain more access to your center. Your panties are the only thing stopping him from feasting on you, but soon they’re shoved to the side along with your tiny shorts.

He goes directly for your slit and laps up any juices his tongue collects. Moans leave your lips every time he comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Jungkook hears your cries and redirects his focus to your bundle of nerves with the intention of nothing but satisfying you.

“Fuck. I’m coming.”

Your cries only power his drive, and his soft lips suck in your clit with an audible slurp. The lewd sounds fill your ears but do not bring you any shame. You ride his face, and Jungkook encourages you to work harder.

The tension in your stomach finally snaps when he nibbles on your clit, creating an intense orgasm that ripples through your body. Your release is accompanied by your cries of pleasure, calling out Jungkook’s name like it’s a prayer.

Jungkook grabs your waist to keep you in place as he’s milking you for all you’re worth, not caring about your oversensitivity or whining. He cleans you up when he’s done with your pussy, but still, he doesn’t want to leave.

“We should–oh…”

Instead of getting up, he buries his face between your globes again, and this time, you don’t hold back. You put your other foot on the floor and reach back to grab his slightly wet messy hair. 

Jungkook’s muffled moans send vibrations to your pussy as you rub your ass all over his face, imagining your favorite song is playing in your head. Your hand brings him in deeper, but he doesn’t complain. He licks and teases your rim until you tap his shoulder and persuade him to calm down.

“I think we better stop before I get worked up again,” you warn, and Jungkook reluctantly abandons your ass and rises to his feet.

He fixes your clothing while he leaves kisses on your neck and cheek. You turn and steal one back, making him reveal his boyish smile.

“Hear me out,” he starts, but you shut him down.

“Nope.”

“Let me just stick it in—”

“No, Jungkook!” you yell.

You wiggle your way out of his arms and climb out of the ring, waving at him while you grab your things.

“Don’t stay in here too late. You still need your rest,” you tell him. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Jungkook mutters. “I’m coming too.”

“What was that?” You turn around and ask.

He shakes his head.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply, but you did hear him.

That’s the exact reason you will be taking your shower at home instead. He still has a fight to win.

[errihaienx]

Hola! can you plz do an atsumu fluff? if u're freeee tysm in advance. have a nice day <3<3<3

i had fun writing this and i'm sorry it kinda turned into a suggestive one , but i think this is fluff! i swear ?? lol i'm sorryyyy (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) + Suggestive themes at the end (I did not proofread this , please read the a/n at the end!)

post-timeskip : ATSUMU X Reader situation: Atsumu demands for a kiss that leads to something..

ATSUMU is a loud and clingy boyfriend. Currently whining about you not giving him a kiss before his training, he keeps on bugging you.

"Can you get your hands off me even for a bit 'tsumu! i'm doing the dishes!" you hissed, ignoring you he clung to you more.

he kissed your neck and whined again

"ya are such a meannie! all ya do is to nag me, don't ya even love me anymore?"

annoyed, you faced him and he gave you this sheepish smile. you sighed and wiped your hands on his shirt, expecting to earn a protest. he then held your hand helping you to fully dry your hands with his already wet clothes.

"You're extra clingy now 'tsumu…" you mumbled

thinking that maybe he did something wrong and that is why he's acting like this

"I'm always like this baby, what are ya talking about hmmm"

you gave him a quick peck before facing the chores you delayed because of him.

"Not facing me again, i did not have my kiss earlier today and ya are ignoring me again! am I gonna die?! What did I do?!?" Atsumu dramatically stated.

you rolled your eyes though he couldn't see you can't help but to smile, you've been together for years now and he never changed. Atsumu always tries his best to treat you what you deserve.

"Babeeeeeee are ya seriously ignoring me? what did I do?!?! Is it because I forgot to shower last night before I cuddle ya up? come on, I still smell good!" Atsumu wailed

actually the reason why you're not giving him the hundred percent of your attention is simply just because you're washing the dishes but your dramatic and overreacting boyfriend made it like it's a big deal.

but since he opened up the topic about him not showering before clinging to you a night ago, you decided to use that as an excuse.

"yeah, shower now and I'll give you what you want" you simply replied.

while wiping your hand, you looked at him and saw him with his eyebrows furrowed and irritated. You raised an eyebrow warning him, and the defeated atsumu rushed to shower.

Atsumu often shower for fifteen minutes, but your tired eyes couldn't seem to wait for him and dozed off.

minutes later he finished and he ended up seeing you prettily 'sleeping'

"I'm done babe, ya can now stop the act and gimme my hugs"

his sudden talking made your senses awake but you ignored him. trying to chase the rest you've been waiting for.

"I did not have my kiss this morning and you claimed that you're just asleep so I let it slide. will you also use that excuse again huh?" Atsumu, with his serious voice made your system go wild

yes there's no doubt that atsumu is playful and a goofball but what you don't understand is he can change his demeanor very quick, sometimes it scares you but it is actually….kind of sexy..

lost in your thoughts you haven't uttered a single word, which made you nervous. something's gonna happen, for sure.

"I see, so that's how it is… lemme have you by crook then.."

shocked, you faced him as fast as you can but he's now looking at you with his hypnotizing brown orbs intently. you couldn't see his sparkling full of love eyes, at this very moment his eyes reflects desire.

"I'm t-trying to-"

You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence as his large physique towers you.

This is a draft, but I decided to post it now because I'm working on something that takes a lot of time to do and I still want to post an update for you guys! This was sitting on my drafts for days now, and actually I'm not really satisfied with this work so I was hesitant to post this. The next update will be about HQ Captains again. And hopefully after that I already finished what I'm currently writing now, please bare with me!

[tired-teacher-blog]

Mha characters (both male and female - and aged up, living together) reacting to their s/o going into the gremlin pose at random times (when their alone together) and chasing after them saying "👹GIMME THAT BOOTIE👹"

^gremlin pose bakugou for reverence lol

Thank you love ❤

Hi baby! This is such a cute request I love it.

Title : Gimme that bootie!

Characters : Shouto/ Ochaco/ Mina/ Amajiki/ Mirio/ Nejire/ Bakugo/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ Comedy/ Suggestive

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Shouto :

He was flipping through the TV channels when you showed up in front of him yelling.

He jumped in surprise almost throwing the remote in the process.

_ "What? Y/n stop doing that!"

_ "Not until you gimme that bootie!"

You assumed position and moved slowly until you reached him.

He had a bored expression on his face, it wasn't the first time after all.

You jumped on his lap and sneaked your arms around his back and down to his ass, squeezing his clothed cheeks.

_ "Here we go again.." He mumbled rolling his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips.

He always pretends to hate it, but you know he secretly enjoys your playfulness.

Mina :

_ "Gimme that bootie babe!" You squealed preparing to launch an attack on your beloved girlfriend.

She turned around, beaming at the sight she was met with.

_ "You first!" She jumped as her beautiful laughter resonated throughout the appartement. She sprinted towards you at full speed, taking you in her arms and tackling you to the ground.

She was prepared this time around, palms seeking your bum and lips searching your own.

_ "Okay! Okay I give up!" You giggled, struggling to speak between laughter.

_ "Not until I get my kiss." She stated calmly before closing the gap between your lips in a sweet peck.

Bakugo :

_ "What?" He asked in a monotone voice holding his bowl of soup as he finished the last few spoonfuls before placing it in the sink.

He didn't really need to ask, he knew what you wanted as soon as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

_ "Gimme that bootie Mr Dynamight!" You smirked reaching out for his ass but was immediately stopped as his strong arms pinned yours over your head.

_ "You need to call me by my full hero name if you need anything babe." His free hand grazed your thigh and cupped your butt cheek.

_ "Your hero name is too long and too hard to remember Dynamight." You purposely stressed the last part, moving closer to his face in a teasing manner.

_ "Then maybe I should do something to engrave it in your brain." He gave you no time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and marched to your bedroom.

Nejire :

She looked enticing in those shorts that barely did anything to cover her luscious butt.

Your eyes never left her body and it felt as if she was doing it on purpose.

You couldn't help it, you had to do it, you had to have her.

You sneaked up on her as she was laying down on her stomach reading a book, and struck a pose:

_ "Enough teasing! Now gimme that bootie!"

She could barely turn her head around before your weight pinned her down in place.

_ "No! No stop I can't!" Her sweet giggles filled your ears and you couldn't help but join her laughter.

Eventually, you'll make her pay for seducing you, the night is still young after all.

Mirio :

It never works with him, he's always prepared for your surprise attacks and you always end up begging for mercy.

But do you ever learn...

You heard the bathroom door open and peeked from behind the wall, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack.

_ "Babe I'm done, the shower is yours! I'll put on some clothes and start with dinner!" He spoke loudly since you were nowhere to be seen.

He was vulnerable and oblivious, perfect!

_ "Gimme that bootie! That's what I'm having for dinner!" You leapt, aiming for his ass but lost balance when he dodged your grabby clutch and lifted you up with one arm as the other delivered a swift smack to your buttocks.

_ "You don't give up do you? Maybe it's time for your daily reminder that you should. We'll eat later." His sweet smile and suggestive words didn't match at all.

Ochaco :

She was in the bedroom changing out of her hero costume after a long day of work.

She wanted to have a quick shower before dinner and it was the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her.

You timed your attack perfectly and jumped on her right when she bent over to pick up her clothes.

_ "Gimme that bootie sexy !"

A mixture of screams and laughter erupted from her throat and she could barely do anything against your eager hands.

_ "Everyday! This isn't fair come on!" She struggled a bit more against you before pulling you closer to bed.

_ " Alright y/n, I'll let you have it. Shower can wait."

Amajiki :

It was his turn washing the dishes so there he was doing his best as you decided to go ahead and take a well deserved bath after a tiring day of hero work. The sweet soul insisted you should go first even though he was as exhausted as you were.

Your heart swelled with joy as you watched him from behind. He was too focused on his chores to notice the way your eyes roamed his body.

Your vision stopped right on his cute little bum, and you were suddenly overcame with the urge to squeeze and knead it, so you went for it.

_ "Sweetheart! Gimme that bootie!"

He flinched in shock, almost dropping the plate he was holding.

_ "What.. y/n stop it.. please." His soft voice and blushed cheeks were a sight to behold, Amajiki Tamaki is by far the cutest creature that ever existed, and his adorable little butt will always be your palms' favorite resting place.

You sprinted towards your prize and he didn't even bother protest, he knew you wouldn't stop until you had your way with him.

You cupped his ass cheeks squeezing them hard and kissing the nape of his neck as you marveled at the way he struggled to keep his cool while finishing up the last few dishes.

You won again.

@thatone-gayweeb

[luaspersona]

Jeon Jungkook | reading masterlist

intro: basic disclaimers

⇢ DO NOT interact with this post or my blog if your under 18 (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight, so please put your age in your description, babes).

⇢ this is basically #luareads, but organized under categories lol.

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⇢ think there's something missing? send me a fic!

interlude: clarifications and keys

⇢ all series recommended in the #series categories are completed.

⇢ drabble: works with word count up to 2k (anything above that that isn’t chaptered is a one-shot).

⇢ crack: all comedy and humor fics are under this tag, not just absurd/ridiculous fics.

⇢ famous!au: used when one character from the main pairing is famous (e.g.: actor, musician, rapper, celebrity, model etc.), not idol!au.

⇢ fantasy!au: includes demon!au, supernatural!au, fallen angel!au etc.

outro: have fun y'all

i’m not looking for anything specific, just gimme my lil bunny 🥺

✧ rating: explicit | suggestive | sfw

✧ length: drabble | one-shot | series

✧ genre: smut | angst | fluff | crack | horror | pwp

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[kitmon]

This is for @dadsbongos my beloved! Thank you for wanting to see my silly fantasy OC lol 👉👈

She doesn’t have a name yet, though someone suggested Winrey which is pretty good! But if you want to help me give her a name please gimme your suggestions!

Here’s some ✨LORE✨

So she’s half Grottan half Stonewood, and, personality-wise, she’s very hippie-esque, probably lives in a tree and sleeps in a hammock, def smokes the fantasy equivalent to weed and is just a smiley, goofy giggly gal. Ok I’m done now lol!

[dandyshucks-moving]

hiya hello!!! I'm Dandy/Juno, 22, they/it pronouns, Métis, and this is my silly little sideblog (main blog is @dandyghest and also @piplupod) where I have a little silly fun rbing/talking about F/Os!! I'm pretty new to the community but I've been self-shipping since I was a kid!

I am a very hesitant and anxious person, but I love interacting with others when I feel like I'm able to!! I might be a little slow to step into interacting w the community fully until I learn the ropes of how the community works but I'm dipping my toes in when I'm able to :]

I'm totally fine with sharing F/Os except for Guzma (if you tag all your posts abt him then you're a-okay to follow since I can just block the tag)! Feel free to block me if I accidentally miss that we share an F/O you don't want shared! (Just make sure you block my main account(s) too so I don't get confused LOL)

there might be (very rare) occasional suggestive posts, but those will be tagged accordingly! anything Actually nsfw will be over at @scandydandyshucks (18+ only over there!).

People who ship pedophilic or incestual pairings and people who write/draw porn of children will be blocked, I have zero tolerance for any of that ! Also, the "fiction doesn't affect reality" crowd is strictly NOT welcome here !

If you ever see me reblog from someone nasty, please let me know! I follow a lot of the community tags and have as many proship tags blocked as I can to catch any bs, and I also try to check the blogs before I rb from the general community tags, but sometimes I may miss things! Just lmk and I'll go look and delete it!

F/O list under the cut !!

F/O list:

Main F/O:

Guzma (pokemon) (tag: "💜so good at being in trouble", ship tag: "💜a boy and his bug🪲") <- if you share him, just let me know what you have all your guzma-related posts tagged with and i'll just block that tag and then I'll be okay to follow back! ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Other F/Os (in no particular order):

Aizawa and Hizashi (bnha) (tags: "🖤napping in class" and "🧡hello radio land!", ship tag: "🖤one lucky listener🧡")

Marc, Steven, Jake (moonknight) (tags: "🤍white knight", "🤎float like a butterfly sting like a bee", "🩶the man in the rearview mirror", ship tag: "🌙systems overlapping🪲")

Sun and Moon (fnaf) (QPP?) (tags: "💛lights on!" and "💙nightlight")

The Doctor (doctor who) (tag: "💓doctor doctor gimme the news")

Rum Tum Tugger and Mistoffelees (cats the musical) (tags: "🤎only like what I find for myself" and "🐈‍⬛never was there a cat so clever")

Aziraphale and Crowley (good omens) (tags: "💞oh my angel" and "❤️‍🔥never (not) nice", ship tag: "💞temptation sparks❤️‍🔥")

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general F/O posts are tagged with 💗

❤️ is for general vampire posts!

art tag: "dandy doodlebugs"

op tag: "dandyshucks"

[ghost-town-story]

Slides in nonchalantly

Gimme the 49 special please :3

The 49 special is Wake the Dead by blessthefall, which is a secret 2-for-1 deal! (mostly cause I like 'em both and didn't wanna choose between them hehe)

(ps content warnings for plenty of talk of death and/or necromancy. In case the song title didn't tip you off lol)

Spotify Wrapped Prompts! Send me a number and I’ll write a snippet based on the corresponding song!

(So first up we have a bit of Despereaux and a more villainous version of Revenant, based off of the title)

Revenant darted around a corner, disappearing into the rising fog. Despereaux only had enough time to hope this wasn't a bad idea before he turned the corner after them.

Almost immediately, the fog seemed to swallow him whole, the world turning white and silent in an instant. Despereaux slowed to a walk, listening for Revenant, but he could barely even hear his own footsteps.

"Revenant!" he yelled, his voice loud and shocking in the unnatural silence. "Come out and fight me head on, you coward!"

Revenant laughed, sounding like they were standing right behind Despereaux. He whirled around, but only saw empty air and eddying fog.

"Oh little hero," Revenant purred, still sounding way too close for Despereaux's comfort. "Didn't anybody ever tell you not to yell so loud?"

A sudden breeze blew past Despereaux, slowly clearing out the fog and revealing the unmistakable shapes of headstones around him. Cursing how easily he'd followed them into the trap, Despereaux turned until he found Revenant.

The necromancer tilted their head, eyes crinkling in a way that suggested they were grinning behind their mask. "After all," they said, their hand lighting up with a familiar bone-white glow, "you don't want to wake the dead."

~

(And for the second, a bit of René being forced back into their old hero role, based off the lyrics)

By the time the elevator reached the 24th floor, they had managed to somewhat slip back into their old hero persona. But after so long away it felt faker than ever, just a facade of glitter and sunshine glued over something that might have been a person once.

Sirona took a deep breath and exited the elevator. The route to the office was still ingrained in their head, and bile rose in their throat with every step that took them closer to it.

Finally, after what felt like too short an eternity, Sirona reached the office. They took a deep breath, then raised a hand to knock.

"Come in."

Just the sound of his voice was enough to activate a sort of flight-or-fight response, the sudden adrenaline pricking uncomfortably at their skin. Sirona gritted their teeth and forced themself to open the door.

Lodestone sat behind his desk as usual, but to Sirona's relief he wasn't alone in the office. Raven stood just behind him, and while she likely wouldn't do or say much, her very presence would likely keep Lodestone more in check than if he was alone.

"Ah Sirona, lovely to see you again," Lodestone said, standing up as Sirona entered the office.

"Cut the shit," Sirona said, "and sit the fuck down." They were grateful that their vocoder hid whatever waver their voice might have had.

Lodestone frowned, but he reluctantly sat back down. "Very well then," he said. "I'll cut to the chase. It is well past time you return to your duties and the team. I'll let you have the weekend to tie up any loose ends you may have, but I expect you to be back here on Monday."

Anger sparked in Sirona's chest at his words, at how he'd assumed they'd just fall back in line like a good little pet. Anger was good. It burned away some of the fear, at least.

"No."

The frown deepened. "That was not a request."

"And I'm not negotiating." Sirona leaned against the back of a chair, unwilling to sit and put themself any closer to Lodestone. "I know full well you want me back under your thumb, but I'm done with that shit. For all intents and purposes, Sirona died in that accident years ago."

"And yet you're standing here in front of me," Lodestone said dryly. But as his eyes swept over them, Sirona could practically read his expression. They had broken every one of his dumb appearance rules, and he wasn't happy his perfect little healer didn't look so perfect and angelic anymore.

A bark of something that was almost laughter escaped their throat. "Do I look like a hero to you?" they demanded. "Do I look like anything more than a ghost?"

"But you're still alive," Raven pointed out.

Sirona looked at her with the most deadpan stare they could muster. "Am I?" they retorted. "Or did I just resurrect a corpse to make you--to make him happy?"

"That's enough," Lodestone snapped, even as Raven looked away with a queasy look on her face. "Monday. Or else. Do you understand?"

Sirona's heart thudded somewhere in the vicinity of their throat, the background city noise drowned out by the rush of blood in their ears. But they swallowed hard, gripped the back of the chair tightly, and straightened up. "Yes," they said. "But let me make myself clear: Sirona. Is. Dead. And there's nothing you or any other hero can do to change that."

With that, they turned on their heel and stalked for the door, hoping that neither hero could tell just how badly they felt they were shaking.

"Sirona," Lodestone growled, and Sirona instinctively flinched. But they'd made sure they had no metal on their clothes or body for Lodestone to grab onto, and even as things rattled behind them, they didn't feel his powers dragging them back.

They paused by the door as one more thought occurred. "The least you can do is show some respect and leave the dead to their rest," they said over their shoulder.

[ralphiesaces]

hi again, its engineer seb anon!

this au is getting bigger and better every day bcz including hanna? chefs kiss!!

seb validating jenson like babe you are smart, you should voice things you think because you are really really great at this stuff!!! supportive husbands for the win

also sebson dating without actually officially starting dating?? gimme please

welcome back engineer seb anon!! 🫶 (i was sorta hoping to summon you w that post lol! i love talking about this w you)

this au has taken over my brain i can’t lie

seb’s so supportive of jenson but jenson also knows when to keep his mouth shut lol

he’s not going to tell seb how to do his job, but he will make suggestions if he’s stuck, bc jenson has a different perspective

who knows who wins this season 🤷‍♀️

but i imagine that over summer break, they’re already dating-but-not-dating and thrown off when they’re not seeing each other almost every day

hanna gets sad texts from jenson, wondering if seb is bothering her about him too

but seb is offline whenever he can so there’s radio silence on his end (even if he is feeling the same privately)

so when hanna tells jenson he’s said nothing, secretly jenson thinks he should stop pursuing him, that he’s making him uncomfortable

so when the break is over, jenson still hovers around and stuff, but he’s a little off, spending more time in his own garage or with the other drivers instead

(mark thinks seb rejected him or smt, so he doesn’t push, but he can tell something is off w jenson, just offering him his presence so he doesn’t have to be alone)

and you know, crashes are inevitable

after 2009, jenson was a lot better at compartmentalizing and keeping his personal life and emotions out of the car, so he swears up and down to seb that it wasn’t his fault when they finally talk it out

it’s nothing bad, just crashed into a barrier, but for a second, on the tv, it did not look good

the view of his head was obstructed and he lost his front wheels

on top of that, he was winded enough that he couldn’t reply to hanna right away

so seb is focusing on kimi, telling him there’s a red flag, when he hears hanna yelling at jenson to come in a few seats down

and seb knows the risk of driving. he knows what it’s like to hold his breath and hope is friends are okay, but seb had to grip his seat so hard that his knuckles turned white

when jenson finally replied, out of breath and chest tight, seb felt sm relief and he couldn’t explain why (ofc he could, he’s not dumb just trying to suppress it)

so jenson comes in, gets checked by medical, the races finishes w kimi on the podium (not quite p1, bc ofc susie has it, but close enough that he’s still a contender for the championship)

after everything is all finished for the day, seb wants to talk to him

but bc jenson’s race ended early, he’s already gone

so seb stomps his way up to jenson’s hotel room and knocks on his door

the first thing jenson sees is seb’s angry face and he knows he messed up lol

seb’s yelling at him, trying to understand why he’s been avoiding him (bc deep down he worried that if jenson had died today, he would’ve never known why) and maybe jenson braked too early, and seb is technical. so he’s like “how could you have been so reckless”

and at this point seb is just yelling to get all of his pent up frustration out, even if he’s not saying what he really wants to

but then he notices jenson wincing

and seb, the man with no concept of personal space when it comes to jenson, steps forward and pulls his shirt up

and jenson’s bruised, bc he only crashed a few hours ago

and automatically seb calms down, fingers running gently over the bruises, and just stares silently

jenson reaches out to grab his wrist, just to have an excuse to touch him and tells him “they’re not as bad as they look”

seb just rolls his eyes “well, they look horrible so they must hurt a bit”

and just to antagonize him, he lightly pokes at one of them to watch jenson wince

so seb spends a couple of hours helping jenson take care of the bruises and jenson’s just like “i was cleared by medical” and seb replies “just let me help you”

they fall asleep curled up on jenson’s bed after talking for hours

even if they didn’t get to talking about why jenson was avoiding him, or about their feelings—

everything was gonna be okay

[rjalker]

Please suggest some names for this baby canna lily.

Here's a root picture lol

[ID: A photo of a clump of dirt from a plant that has been removed from its pot and is being held upside down. The soil clump is round in shape and flat on the bottom, and held together by thick, off-white roots that circles the edges a bit and cross over the center. Some of the roots are starting to form thinner tendrils on their sides. End ID.]

This one hasn't flowered yet, but the flowers will probably be wild type skinny solid red. Hummingbirds love them.

Gimme some names for this plant. Or any of the other ones that don't have names yet.

Update: Now named Threespy :)

[art7crafts]

Hello!

Uhh.. @rosemelodyshah is my main blog and I decided to make this one because I installed Ibix Pixel X and Sketchbook and made stuff

The header and my pfp are made by me about 30-40 minutes ago today (17/1/2024)

This blog is for my artwork, meaning painting, drawing, sketching, doodling, colouring and digital art. And uh, sewing or crochet or pottery (if I ever do them) and other art stuff I suppose.

This blog will most likely not contain writing, so a story I've written or some poetry I made will not feature here.

@lostwriter--xx3 hey girl thanks for the suggestion of posting stuff online (the thought didn't hit me before) and umm.. gimme some tips on the 23rd Jan, kay?

Actually, at everyone here gimme some tips Ibis is confusing.

And please don't reblog my work on other platforms without permission. They're really not worth that lol (also I wouldn't be too glad [yes this was the after thought])

And umm.. below each picture will be the name it's saved under (aka it's 'name')

(What else do people put on their pinned posts??)

[lollybliz]

Screaming and ripping and tearing and crying and howling and shredding and scratching and barking and

I get it. I do. And the loss of any safe piracy hosts is always to be grieved because that's access being denied to countless people who never would have had access otherwise. But book piracy specifically is The Only Piracy That Actually Hurts Someone. Please just uSE YOUR LOCAL FUCKING LIBRARY JESUS CHRIST. we're RIGHT HERE. we're FREE. and we don't MAKE THE PUBLISHERS SO MAD THEY CANCEL CONTRACTS WITH THE AUTHORS LEAVING THEM WITH ZERO INCOME. when you pirate books, various publishing companies have ways of keeping an eye on the ratio between purchased and pirated copies of a specific book in question. A lot of the time, if that number goes too high, instead of I don't know ~cracking down on piracy sites~ or ~putting the books on sale~ they blame the author and cut the contract. Meaning the author stops getting paid entirely. And that's the BETTER outcome. That ✨️clever tiktok trick✨️ for renting reading and returning books on amazon? Oho my friend someone still pays for that book! Guess who! THATS RIGHT THE AUTHOR.

I g e t the need for free books. Everything is expensive right now and $20 for a book that will take you a day to read feels obscene. Go to your local library. Don't gimme that 'but they don't have the book I want' shit--have you Asked? Because beloved guess what? When we genuinely don't have a book you want to read we reach out to sister branches in the area until we find a copy for you! It's called an interlibrary loan and it's completely normal! Sometimes there's a shipping fee if it had to come across state borders. Did you know you can also suggest books we add to our catalogue? And I remind you getting a library card is free. And we have half dozen online resources that are also made free by your having a library card. You Do need a piece of mail with 'your' address on it but besties. Y'all. Do you think we have the kind of time to check if you're giving us Your address or your Grandparent's address? No. Just give us the address of some family member in the area, it doesn't really matter much, you can change or update it whenever. Don't tell anyone I suggested that though lol.

On a very selfish level, our counties don't like giving us our yearly budget. The old cis white capitalist men, shockingly, don't seem to like the beacon of socialism that is public libraries. A lot of the time the excuse they use to literally just not pay us is 'the youth of today don't use libraries anymore, they're more interested in *insert 'them video games' schpiel*'

If you came to the library they wouldn't have that excuse anymore. We're not the cardigan wearing shushers in the movies I swear. We've got Mario kart wii in our teen room.

I'm sorry you lost your book piracy website, genuinely I am. You should have been using the library all along though. Pirating books Does hurt the author. And libraries nowadays have massive digital catalogues so even if you aren't physically close to one there is enormous f r e e benefit to getting a library card. Please god go to your local library