#hot air jr

[nitromians]

a fanart last year…… #Nitrome by beeeeesive

[keokartoffel]

Have a good dream ✨ (🔊sound on)

[rancid-jester]

goin to my home town in ny to see friends and family AND bonus,, a hot girl there desires me carnally 🤭

[f1version]

hi! can i request a short fic with “you could’ve died, you know?” from the angst prompt list with carlos sainz jr 🥹

DESPAIR ★ CS55

pairing: carlos sainz jr. x gf! fem! reader

summary: carlos is reckless on track, burning frustration gets the best of you in the aftermath.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, crash, aftermath, mentions of slight muscle injury, mention of not feeling enough (not reader), fighting, mentions of death, mentions of carlos’ crash in sochi 2015.

word count: 805

notes: i don’t think it’s that angsty but it is, and it hurted ( i was really feeling it )

general masterlist ★ 1k special

Reckless. Narcissistic. Absurd.

About fifteen minutes ago, Carlos had been described by those adjectives. Because fifteen minutes ago, unease filled your chest when Carlos' car had been smashed into the barriers. There were fifteen seconds of utter shock, fifteen seconds of quiet wait, and fifteen seconds of grief.

Now you walked in circles in your boyfriend's room, waiting for him to arrive. You were angry but also wanted to touch him, to confirm that he was okay, that Carlos truly didn’t suffer major injuries in the crash.

When the door clicks open, the dark-haired man emerges, icepack in his left hand, pressing it on his right shoulder. A bandage was curled over his right wrist. You felt your head spin.

He’s okay. You can see he’s okay.

“Hey, miss me?” He greets and looking into his eyes you know you’re not the only one drowning in frustration, the anxiety within you is the only differentiator.

Whatever.

“What was that?” you want to scream, but you just say. “What was going through your mind to think going into a non-existing outside was a good idea?”

“Mierda, you can’t be serious. There was space!” He protests, he knows he’s wrong.

Stubborn.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England!” You mock “Really, Carlos, tell me what was going on because that was nonsense”

He laughs, dry and infuriated.

“Nonsense is what it’s coming out of your mouth, mi amor,” He says bitterly, icepack thrown somewhere on the sofa. “I’m here to race, it’s not my fault some of them don’t know how to do it!”

For fuck’s sake.

“Carlos, can you stop?” Your voice trembles, anger building “Just stop being too fucking reckless because it will end you”

“Oh, I’m reckless!” He spits out “Should stop racing, then? Fuck everything because of a superficial crash?”

“That was not a superficial crash Carlos, you know it!” You scream, wanting to cry.

“I feel perfect!”

 “You could have died, you know?!”

“I rather that than not giving enough!” He yells back.

“But you-” Exasperation “You- Fuck!”

Both of you go silent. Your eyes no longer meet, not when you notice the tears falling from the other's eyes. Carlos grabs the icepack and sits down on the couch, hands on his knees, eyes fixated on the floor. You turn around, hands on your face, trying your best to sweep away the tears.

You could feel the anger— no, the frustration, from both sides. But there was another feeling hanging in between, one that made your lungs hurt, tears fall and eyes shut. It was burning, hot, and cold.

Despair.

That’s what it was. Because not knowing what to say was maddening. Because not feeling enough took the air out of his lungs. Because the insinuation of death made you travel to that day in Sochi when both of you thought you had lost it all. When he was milliseconds away from that barrier, praying to come back into your arms. When you were in Barcelona, waiting for calls that never seemed to arrive. 

“Mi vida” You heard him say after a couple of minutes. “Can you please come here?”

Your mind hesitates, but your body is already turning around, walking towards him, stopping centimeters away from him.

Your eyes meet, he inhales despair but you exhale answers. That’s all you need.

Looking up at you, his hands travel to the back of your thighs, bringing you closer, letting his head fall into your belly. Your hands play with his messy hair, a small piece of gravel finding your fingers, and you flinch.

“Carlos” He looks up “I love you”

Big brown eyes soften a sad connotation within them. His right-hand cups your face, and the other one holds your waist, pulling. You sit next to him.

“I’m sorry,” He says, his hands with yours “I’m sorry for being reckless, I just- It’s just a lot”

“I know,” You say, and it’s true. Driving in F1 has never been easy, no matter the team, the pressure of not knowing could bring the worst out of an athlete. Talking about feelings has never been easy, but you both try your best “I’m sorry for getting so angry, I just worry for you”

“I know,” He says. “Thank you for worrying”

You take a moment to look at him, at his shoulder, his wrist, his face, the crash. There’s a thought, an alteration of the one before each race. What if he didn’t come back?

“You are enough, Carlitos, I want you to know that”

“Thank you”

Softly, your arms circle his waist and your face is buried in his neck, his hands find your back. That burning feeling starts to fade.

“I love you,” He says as he presses a kiss to your head. “I’m always coming back, no matter what. Lo prometo”

[sadnymi]

「 ✦ The masked boy. ✦ 」

regulus black x reader x barty crouch jr

Summary: following Regulus to what I expected to be a harmless party turned into a night of hidden desires and whispered secrets. Just to meet the masked stranger who seems to know more of me than I expected .

Words: 3,5k

Going to the party was undoubtedly a risky decision, but the allure of secrecy and adventure pulled me in. I overheard Regulus discussing it, and despite Pandora, bless her sensible soul warning of potential trouble, curiosity, that insatiable beast, had her claws firmly sunk into my insides. Ignoring her dire pronouncements, I transformed into a shadow the moment Pandora had fallen asleep Sneaking out I followed Regulus carefully, staying hidden until we reached a mysterious secret door within Hogwarts.

The door creaked open a sliver, revealing two hulking figures clad in black. Their imposing stature and steely gazes instantly confirmed my worst suspicions – this was no ordinary gathering. Fear, cold and sharp, snaked its way through me as one of them addressed Regulus in a low, gravelly voice.

"Who is this?" he rumbled, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Regulus, his back momentarily turned, whirled around at the sound of the question. His face, usually a canvas of bored indifference, contorted into a mask of surprise and, dare I say, a hint of… fear? Our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, I saw my own panic reflected back at me.

He recovered quickly, however, mustering a semblance of nonchalance. "She's with me," he declared, his voice a touch too loud to be entirely convincing. He strode towards me, a forced casualness in his gait, and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of desperation clinging to the words.

Once inside, the doors clanged shut with a finality that echoed my growing unease. Regulus whirled on me, his green eyes flashing with fury. "What in Merlin's beard, Y/N, were you thinking?" he hissed, his voice barely a whisper above a growl.

Shame burned hot on my cheeks."I… I followed you," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was curious, . I just wanted to see I’m so sorry reg …"

He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Curious ? This isn't some harmless gathering, Y/N! You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into!" The anger in his voice was laced with a hint of fear, a chilling realization that sent shivers down my spine.

The gravity of the situation sank in as I realized the potential consequences of my impulsive decision. Regulus's protective instincts were in full force, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for putting him in a difficult position.

bravado I'd mustered to follow Regulus evaporated, replaced by a tremor that ran through my limbs. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the dimly lit chamber.

"I-I'm so sorry, Reg," I stammered, my voice choked with a mix of fear and remorse. "I had no idea… I shouldn't have followed you."

He sighed, the anger momentarily replaced by a weary resignation. "Hey," he said, his voice softening as he reached out to brush a stray tear from my cheek. "Don't cry. It's alright. We'll figure this out , Just… stay close, okay?"

He reached for a nearby table, his hand snagging two ornate masks. The intricate designs, fashioned from a material that shimmered faintly in the low light, were a stark contrast to the rough stone walls surrounding us.

"Put this on," he instructed, handing me one.

As I took the mask, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. My baby blue sweater and jeans felt utterly out of place amidst the air of clandestine secrecy.

"I… I didn't know there was a dress code," I mumbled, feeling foolish.

He let out a humorless chuckle, the sound devoid of mirth. "There isn't, exactly.There's more to this than a dress code, sweetheart,"

then his voice dropped to a low murmur, laced with a seriousness that sent shivers down my spine. "Don't talk to anyone inside. And whatever you do, Y/N, never, ever reveal your name. Understand ?"

Shame burned in my throat, hotter than any fiery Goblet of Fire. I nodded mutely, the weight of my recklessness pressing down on me.

"Good," he said, his voice a touch softer. "Now, stay by my side. We'll get through this."

His words, laced with a newfound protectiveness, offered a sliver of comfort amidst the swirling vortex of fear and regret. With the mask obscuring my features, I clung to him.

With a newfound resolve, we ventured deeper into the hidden chamber. The air grew thick with the stench of sweat, spilled ale, and a musky perfume that hung heavy in the air.

The sight that greeted me upon entering the main hall was enough to make my eyes widen in shock. Bodies, clad in various states of undress, writhed and swayed to the pulsating rhythm of an unseen band. Laughter, tinged with a hint of hysteria, echoed through the cavernous space.

Instinctively, I raised a hand to my mouth, stifling a gasp.

"Y/N, sweetheart," Regulus hissed, his voice tight with urgency, "if we're going to survive this, you need to feign normalcy."

I lowered my hand hastily, trying to avert my gaze from the two scantily clad figures who brushed past me, their movements more suggestive than celebratory.

"Reg," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din, "what is this place? Why isn't anyone wearing any clothes?"

Regulus offered a wry smile. "Perhaps you were right about the dress code here," he said, his voice laced with a dark humor.

"Is this some sort of… secret society?" I pressed, trying to quell the rising panic within me. His silence spoke volumes.

"Does this have anything to do with your new tattoo?" I ventured, the question tumbling out before I could stop it.

Regulus' lips stretched into a tight smile as he politely greeted a scantily clad woman who offered us flagons of an unknown, steaming beverage. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he disposed of the drinks once the woman had sashayed away.

"Don't consume anything offered here, Y/N,Not food, not drink. Understood" he murmured, his voice low and urgent. "Just stay close, and whatever you do, don't draw attention to yourself."

Guilt gnawed at me as Regulus navigated the throng of pulsating bodies, his hand a constant presence on my arm.

"Listen closely, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the cacophony.

"After the clock strikes the hour, I can't stay by your side any longer. I have… business to attend to. However, there's a hidden staircase leading to the rooftop. Go there, and you'll be safe. Once I'm done with what brought me here, I'll find you. Don't be afraid, Y/N. I promise you'll be alright I won’t let anything happen to you ."

He reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. "And what about you, Reg? Will you be alright?"

He offered a smile, a gesture that felt more strained than comforting. "I'll handle myself, sweetheart. Just remember everything I told you: silence and anonymity are the keys . Don't speak to anyone, and for Merlin's sake, never reveal your name. Now, go."

His voice, laced with urgency, left no room for argument. I followed his gaze to the ornately carved clock dominating the far wall. The hands were inching closer to the ominous hour. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the approaching chimes.

Regulus squeezed my hand once, a silent promise of reunion, before melting back into the throng. Taking a deep breath, I found the hidden staircase tucked away in a darkened corner and ascended, each step taking me further away from the revelry and closer to the safety of the night.

Emerging onto the rooftop, I was greeted by a breathtaking vista. The moon, a luminous pearl in the inky expanse, cast an ethereal glow over the sleeping castle. Hogwarts, usually a source of comfort, seemed alien in this context, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the forbidden revelry below.

I pulled my knees to my chest, the cool night air stealing the heat from my flushed cheeks. Fear, a potent cocktail of adrenaline and unease, churned in my gut. But amidst the turmoil, a flicker of hope remained. Regulus had promised.

The passage of time blurred on the rooftop. Every rustle of wind, every creak of the ancient castle, sent a jolt of fear through me. How long had I been waiting? An hour? Two? It felt like an eternity.

A soft voice, barely a whisper, shattered the silence. "Nice sweater "

I gasped, whirling around to find a stranger standing behind me.

This wasn't supposed to happen. My sole purpose was to wait for Regulus, I whirled around, my gaze falling on a tall figure shrouded in shadow. An ornate mask, similar to the one Regulus had provided, hiding his eyes , leaving only a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes , and a smirk in his lips

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension. Perhaps, I thought, if I remained quiet, he would simply melt back into the darkness, a fleeting apparition.

"Are you mute, darling?" The stranger's voice, dripping with a sardonic lilt, shattered the fragile hope , I opened my mouth shocked by the rudeness of his words

"That's a cruel thing to say," I retorted, my voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a defiance born of desperation. Although his face remained half hidden, I could sense the widening of his smile, a predator relishing the chase.

"So you do talk," he chuckled, taking a step closer. I instinctively scooted back, the cool stone pressing against my spine.

"I know who you are, darling," he continued, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers cascading down my spine. Panic, a cold serpent, coiled itself around my heart. Don't look at him, don't look at him, a mantra echoed in my mind. He's bluffing.

But he didn't stop there. He sank down onto the rooftop ledge beside me, completely ignoring the disdainful glare I shot his way.

"What are you doing here, sweet Y/N?" he cooed, his voice dripping with a false sweetness. "Isn't it a little past your bedtime?"

Denial, a flimsy shield, crumbled in the face of his unwavering gaze. "I'm not Y/N," I stammered, a desperate attempt at subterfuge that even my own ears recognized as transparent.

A slow smile, devoid of genuine amusement, stretched across his masked face. "Such a shame," he drawled,The way his eyes, though obscured by the mask, seemed to gleam with perverse enjoyment sent a tremor of unease through me.

Panic, a cold hand constricting my throat, threatened to erupt. "What do you want?" I blurted, my voice barely above a choked whisper.

He feigned surprise, raising his hands in a theatrical display of innocence. "Merely indulging in a bit of curiosity," he purred, his tone dripping with saccharine sweetness."What brings the Ravenclaw princess to this clandestine gathering?"

Ravenclaw princess? A flicker of confusion momentarily pierced the fog of fear. Was that what they were calling me?

"I told you, I'm not her," I insisted, defiance flickering in my voice. Yet, a new question gnawed at me. Who was this masked figure? A sliver of recognition tugged at the edges of my memory, a feeling that his eyes, obscured as they were, held a strange familiarity.

Determined not to reveal my identity, I turned away, my gaze seeking solace in the cool serenity of the moon. "I won't tell you who I am," I declared, my voice regaining a semblance of control.

"Oh?" he countered, a playful smirk evident in the way his voice rose at the end.

"Fine, I'll just descend and inform those… formidable gentlemen guarding the entrance about the unidentified young lady gracing the rooftop with her presence."

Panic, a primal urge, surged through me. I lunged forward, grabbing his wrist with both hands.

"No! Please, don't do that!" The words tumbled out in a torrent, a desperate plea born of fear.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a jolt through me. "Relax, darling," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle as he captured my hands in his.

"You won’t tell them , would you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He shook his head, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips."If I wanted to expose you, I would have done so already. I was messing with you "

"Alright," I mumbled, staring at our hands intertwined. "Can you release my wrists now?"

He held my gaze for a moment, a playful glint in his masked eyes. "Why, darling? They seem perfectly content nestled in mine." A smirk danced on his lips as he finally released his grip. My hands felt strangely empty without the warmth of his touch.

My cheeks burned. The playful endearment shouldn't have sent a spark of warmth through me, especially coming from a stranger.

"So, you won't reveal your name," he stated, more an observation than a question.

I shook my head, a mix of defiance and fear swirling within me.

"Fine," he murmured, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. However, his tone suggested otherwise. This wasn't over.

Desperate to shift the focus, I blurted, "Who are you?"

He chuckled softly. "You can't hide your identity and expect the same courtesy, darling."

Darling …. this word again , sent a jolt through me. Why did it sound so...pleasant coming from him?

"But," he continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "we can play a game, wouldn't you agree?"

I hesitated. The entire situation felt precarious, yet a strange sense of intrigue battled with my apprehension. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, I conceded, "okay ."

A triumphant grin spread across his face. "Good girl ," he said, his voice dripping with a hint of satisfaction. "The rules are simple: we ask each other questions, and truthful answers are mandatory."

A knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach. This was a bad idea, a terribly bad idea. Yet, before I could voice my second thoughts, I found myself nodding in agreement.

"good ," he murmured, his amusement evident even in the darkness. "You can ask first."

I wracked my brain for a safe question, something that wouldn't reveal too much about myself. Finally, I settled on, "What house are you in?"

He smiled, a genuine one this time. "An easy one to start with. Ravenclaw, at your service."

Surprise washed over me. We were from the same house? Could it be someone I knew? A classmate, perhaps?

"Your turn," I reminded him

"Do you have a crush on our Regulus?" he inquired, the question laced with a hint of amusement.

My cheeks burned anew. "Of course not!" I spluttered, indignation coloring my voice. "Regulus is my best friend. We practically grew up together."

Immediately, I regretted my outburst. It had been a stupid mistake, revealing too much about myself and confirming his suspicions.

He merely chuckled, the sound devoid of genuine humor. "Easy, darling," he soothed, the endearment sending shivers down my spine. "It was just a question."

"A pointless one," I muttered, trying to regain my composure. My mind raced, searching for a way to deflect suspicion. "Are you a good student?"

"The smartest ," he declared with unwavering confidence.

I scoffed playfully. "Reg is the smartest one," I stated, defending my friend with a touch of pride.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is he?"

"Definitely," I confirmed, a pang of something akin to longing tugging at my heart I wanted to say reg and a certain someone else with beautiful eyes and messy hair who I try not to think so much about right now

He smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. "What are you thinking about, darling? You're blushing again."

"Is that a question?" I stammered, desperately trying to appear nonchalant.

"Indeed," he replied, his voice firm. "And remember, honesty is key."

Panic clawed at my throat. Why was everything so difficult? How did I always manage to get myself into such precarious situations?

"I was thinking about... my actual crush," I blurted out, the confession tumbling from my lips before I could stop myself.

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a curiosity that both terrified and intrigued me. "Yeah ? , and who might that lucky guy be?"

"That's not your turn to ask” I declared, surprised at my own boldness. A small spark of defiance flickered within me.

"very well ," he responded easily, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Your turn then, darling. Let's hear your question."

"Do you know Barty Crouch?" I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, a sound both familiar and unsettling. "Certainly, I do."

Thankfully, he hadn't inquired about my reason for asking.

"Your turn," I said

His gaze, intense and unreadable behind the mask, held mine for a beat too long. "Why are you cloaking yourself in secrecy? And I don't simply refer to this clandestine rooftop rendezvou , why are you hiding ."

"I'm not…" I stammered, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. "I'm not hiding."

He raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on his features. "One might argue otherwise. You blend into the background, a shadow amongst your friends. You downplay your own brilliance, mentioning Regulus's intellect but conveniently neglecting your own place amongst Hogwarts' finest minds."

I remained speechless, a truth I hadn't even acknowledged myself starkly laid bare before me. No one had ever taken an interest in the quiet, observant girl I was.

The mask did little to hide the intensity of his gaze. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken understanding. Finally, I confessed, a weight lifting from my chest as the words tumbled out.

"I don't think I have anything interesting to offer. It's simpler to fade into the background. That's why I followed Reg today. Even though we're friends, they all see me ….. so innocent to handle such talks I wanted to prove something, to show them there's more to me than meets the eye."

Exhaling a shaky breath, I realized the truth in my own words. This wasn't just about Regulus or a forbidden gathering. It was about yearning to be seen, to be acknowledged for who I truly was.

A surge of defiance, quickly extinguished by the realization of my exposed identity, prompted a flippant question. With a brittle smile, I challenged, "my turn. When was your first official date?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "Does having sex in the storage room count as a date?"

Heat flooded my cheeks, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. "No, God, no!" I exclaimed, horrified by the image his words conjured.

"Ah, so minus the sex then," he interjected, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "In that case, I can't say there have been any."

Desperate to escape the awkward territory of his past, I blurted out, "Your turn."

His lips curved into a knowing smile. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, the touch sending a jolt through me. "So, it's Barty, is it?"

Panic seized me. "What?" My voice barely escaped my lips.

"Your actual crush , Y/N," he continued, his voice a husky murmur. "Is it Barty?"

I cursed my own body's reaction as a blush crept up my neck. Breathlessly, I managed, "My turn."

"Certainly," he replied, his voice smooth as velvet. "Will you tell him?"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Fear not, darling. Your secret's safe with me."

My breath hitched. We were impossibly close now, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His fingers lingered on my jawline, sending a spark of awareness igniting within me.

His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now," he began, his finger tracing the outline of my lower lip, "are those lips as innocent as they seem?"

A shiver ran down my spine as his touch lingered. My eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan threatening to escape my lips. His words sent a blush scorching my cheeks. Did he think I was… inexperienced?

Shamefacedly, I nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

He brushed a feather-light kiss against my jaw, his touch sending shivers cascading down my arms. I inhaled sharply, my eyes still closed.

"And if I kissed you," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "would you let me ?"

My head swayed, mesmerized by his closeness. I found myself nodding again, feeling a complete loss of control.

And then, his lips were on mine. Soft and warm, they moved against mine in a slow, intoxicating dance. His hands found their way to my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he was starved for my touch.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes searching mine, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Then, he was back, the kiss this time filled with a raw hunger.

We broke apart, gasping for air, foreheads resting against each other. The world spun, the only reality is the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

"Y/N," a voice split the moment .

I ripped myself away, panic and shame flooding my cheeks , I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Regulus stood frozen in the doorway, his face a mask of fury. The weight of embarrassment settled on my chest, suffocating me.

"Reg, I—" I stammered, but he cut me off.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Crouch?" he roared, his eyes blazing with anger.

My gaze darted between them, finally settled to the boy beside me, only to find him smirking.

The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had just kissed Barty Crouch.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[luvneymar]

(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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SEALAND BRITAIN WAR

Sealand side: Ireland, Illinois, the US navy, Guatemala, Shell Jr, Femboy monster energy, A couple of suburban moms with Molotov cocktails, Royal Canadian Air Force, Denmark, Russia, India, Hot Topic, the Trenchcoat people, France, Scotland, Australia, Sanrio, Femboy Sanrio, Florida, femboy Sam, femboy asus

Britain side: Britain

[honeybcj]

jartylus microfic?

for my genius anon about reg getting turned on while watching barty & james get together and to @messymoony for convincing me that i should, in fact, write this. here we are. nsfw: voyeur regulus, sub james, spanking, 1,424 words

“Come on, Barty,” Regulus huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t get soft now. He likes it. Don’t you, Jamie?”

“Mhmm, mm,” James agrees, muffled around the feeling of Barty’s fingers in his mouth.

At some point, James had relinquished control. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but it did. And now, he’s on his knees in front of Barty Crouch Jr., all while Barty explores the wet cavern of his mouth. He’s leaking steadily against his boxers, straining against the material. There’s part of James that wants to fight back, bite down on Barty’s fingers to make him hiss, but the masochistic fuck would probably moan at the sensation.

Instead, James keeps his jaw slack, gaze upward as Barty presses down on his tongue, saliva pooling around his fingers.

“He does look rather pathetic for it, doesn’t he?” Barty muses, pulling his fingers from James’ mouth. They tug down James’ lower lip, only for it to snap back into place.

“‘M not—” James tries to speak, but Regulus cuts him off with, “Baby, let him take care of you. Stop fighting it, yeah? I can’t bear to keep up with the tension between the two of you.”

James puffs out his chest defensively. There’s most definitely not any tension between him and Barty. James hates Barty, and Barty hates James.

Apparently, none of that matters because Barty’s already pulling his cock out from his pants, giving it a few slow strokes. As if all the gods in the world are against him, James’ mouth waters at the sight, focus locking in with the precum sitting all shiny on the head of his cock.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy, James?” Regulus asks, cocking his head to the side. His fingers are playing a dangerous game with the waistband of his trousers. Hell, James wouldn’t blame Regulus for wanting to touch himself right now because whatever it is that Barty’s doing, it’s undeniably hot, James’ skin prickling with want.

“Yes,” James finally whispers, gaze flickering between Regulus and Barty.

“Good boy,” Barty praises with a grin, tapping his cheek lightly with his free hand.

James almost jerks away, but surprisingly, he finds himself leaning into the touch, swaying on his knees as he eyes greedily at Barty’s cock. Slick tip begging for a tongue—James’ tongue. James swallows, throat bobbing, and without so much as a single word, James opens his mouth, staring expectantly at Barty.

“Good god,” Barty snorts, rubbing the head of his cock over James’ lips, getting them all shiny with precum.

“He loves having his mouth full. Sucks the strap like a champ. Go on,” Regulus urges, slipping his hand below the waistband of his pants. “Let him have a taste.”

“What if,” Barty considers, just slipping the tip of cock against James’ tongue. “I just want to fuck him. Fill him up nice and good.”

Regulus shrugs, then nods. “He’ll take anything you give. Won’t you, James?”

All sense flies out the window when James laps hungrily at the head of Barty’s cock, a delicious moan escaping from the back of his throat. But Regulus is right, James will, unfortunately, take anything he’s given. Even if it means he doesn’t get the luxury of sucking Barty off until he’s coming down James’ throat.

Next thing James knows, he’s being manhandled onto the bed, face pushed down into the mattress, his ass up in the air. He’s exposed, hole clenching around nothing. But he’s desperate, arching his back more to push his hips back, and Barty just chuckles, low and breathy, as he slaps James’ ass. The sound of skin against skin echoing through the air.

James makes a keening noise, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels Barty spit over his hole, circling the pad of his finger over the mess. Willingly, James finds himself opening to Barty, practically sucking his finger into tight heat.

“Eager, aren’t we, baby?” Barty teases, fucking the spit into James with his finger.

“Hey,” Regulus says, and James has no idea what is happening until he hears something hit Barty’s palm and the distinct sound of a cap popping open. Cool liquid drips over his hole and around Barty’s finger.

The thing about Barty is that he doesn’t give two fucks about anything. He doesn’t waste any time or draw it out. Barty Crouch Jr. fucks like he’s on a mission: a mission to destroy James Potter even if it’s the last thing he does.

Therefore, there’s utterly no surprise, maybe aside from the ungodly moan that leaves James’ mouth, when Barty barely takes time to finger James before lining his cock up and slowly pressing forward. It aches, gloriously so. The stretch and burn, and despite himself, James rocks his hips back, whining pitifully.

“Fuckin’ tight,” Barty hisses, bottoming out before slapping James’ ass again.

James buries his face against the sheets, panting into the mattress. Regulus huffs from his position in the corner, undoubtedly stroking over his cunt as he watches Barty fuck James within an inch of his life.

There’s barely any time to adjust before Barty lets loose, fucking James with reckless abandon, with the sole intent of pulling as many sinful noises from the man as possible. It’s dizzying for James, barely able to catch his breath as Barry’s hips snap against his ass.

“B-Barty, fuck,” James curses into the mattress. He kisses his teeth, embarrassed by how good it feels, how rough Barty’s being.

“Reg, baby, doesn’t Jamie look so good right now? Taking my cock so prettily. Do you think he could come just from this?” Barty questions as if he isn’t pounding into James carelessly.

“He can. He has,” Regulus answers breathlessly.

Barty hums, bringing his attention back to James. He leans over James back, changing the angle, and it makes James wail, face hot and sweaty from being shoved against the mattress. It doesn’t get any better, or it does, when Barty grabs the back of James’ head, pushing him further into the soft mattress. James turns into a rabid animal, doing everything in his power to push his hips back, desperate to draw Barty in deeper.

Barty keeps hitting that spot—over and over. Little specks of light cloud James’ vision, barely able to keep his eyes open. Another slap rings through the room, his ass cheek jiggling beneath the force. From the corner, Regulus squeaks, and James can just make out the slight flush on Regulus’ cheeks, hand staying still in his pants.

“Gonna be a good boy and come for me?” Barty murmurs into James’ ear just as he gives a particularly hard thrust, and James loses it.

He doesn’t even see it coming, until he’s already releasing thick ropes of white onto the sheets beneath him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He doesn’t even feel when Barty moves back, no longer crowding his space. James only comes to when he feels a splash of warmth against his puffy hole. He gasps when a finger drags through the mess, and the surprise only continues when the finger is brought around to his lips, Barty giving him a gentle, “Open up.”

James obeys, parting his lips to allow Barty’s finger to enter his mouth. He’s thorough, sucking the cum right off Barty’s finger like it’s his last meal. An embarrassing breathy moan comes from James, his cheeks flushed and hair a downright mess.

From the corner, Regulus speaks, “Look at you. Behaving so well. Don’t you think this solved all your problems, hm?”

There’s a waver in his voice, and James knows Regulus is beyond turned on at the point. And James is so far gone, all he can think about is getting his mouth on his boyfriend’s cunt before he withers away into nothingness.

Even in James' wrecked state, he can’t deny the satiety he’s feeling. The dull ache in his bones, brought on by the person he’s supposed to hate. Hate courses through his veins no longer, it simply can’t, not when Barty delivered in the way he did.

“Reggie asked you a question. Are you going to answer, or did I fuck you stupid?” Barty taunts, brushing the hair off James’ forehead.

Thing is, James does feel stupid. Completely and utterly stupid, foolish—an imbecile. But he can’t be bothered to care. So, he admits, albeit weakly, “No more problems. ‘M good—we’re good.”

Barty cackles, slapping James’ ass once more for good measure. And James? He sure hopes this isn’t the last time.

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* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Casey Jones

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst || Words: 1.2k

Raph | Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Casey Jones Jr.

the moment the boy lays eyes on y/n and sees their easy-going nature, he is head over heels. the emotion practically hits him like a truck and it's all so… new?

it's something he can't initially explain and for a little while, he worries that he's dying or sick from the new york air - he will constantly check in with donnie and ask for every test under the sun to determine the cause

all he knows is that when y/n is around, his face gets hot, his knees are weak, his palms start sweating, and his heart beats wildly in his chest. being an apocalypse survivor, this adrenaline-like feeling can only be attributed to danger or shock

and as far he knows, y/n doesn't pose any danger, right? they've been like family to him and he sees so many admirable traits in them that he had once seen in his sensei (who happened to be the greatest ninja ever); he's genuinely confused by the whole thing

he might try to keep his distance until he figures out why this is happening, but he won't say no to joining y/n on little adventures. he enjoys the company and he especially appreciates how helpful they've been in getting him adjusted to life in present-day new york

"hey, why don't i come along? i'm sure you can handle yourself but i'd be happy to be there for you."

he can't help but compare a lot of what y/n does to how his sensei was in his old timeline. he doesn't mean to do it, he just misses his old mentor and y/n's presence is a familiar comfort to him. leo is great and all, but there's something special about y/n.

casey deals with some pretty major insomnia and when he finds it hard to sleep at night, the first thing he does is call up y/n. they thankfully answer every time and their voice easily manages to soothe the poor boy to sleep (he will snore LOUDLY into the phone when he falls asleep during the call)

he's constantly worried about y/n's safety and will check in on them often when they're not in the lair or at home. he's even asked donnie to make y/n their own communicator so he can keep in contact with them if they're ever in danger.

y/n is one of the first people casey jr will open up to about his rough upbringing. some things are just too painful to bring up to the hamato family, but he knows it hurts more to keep it all bottled up. he loves how accepting they are of him and how sympathetic they can be about his… shall we say, emotional fragilities.

not that he's emotionally fragile, but he sure enough has a lot to sort through and y/n gives him the courage to tackle it head-on and accept where he is and who he is now

on his first attempts at flirting with y/n, he managed to straight out admit he had a crush on them without realizing it. boy is so clueless that he doesn't realize what he's done until he sees the shock on their face

"Hey, Y/N. I, uh, have another joke for you." Casey hadn't looked up from his little joke book as he spoke, squinting as he studied the content as if he'd suddenly understand it better if he just stared at it long enough. Y/N sat lazily on a couch not too far from the boy, head buried in a copy of the latest Jupiter Jim comic book. They paused their reading only to let out a hum of acknowledgement.

"What is it this time? Chicken cross the road again or knock knock?"

"Who's there?" the boy chimed absent-mindedly.

Y/N let out a soft giggle as they set their book down.

"No, genius, you're the one that's supposed to start." They couldn't help but roll their eyes as a smirk tugged at the corner of their lips. Though progress had been slow, they'd hoped a joke book would give Casey a much needed boost considering his previous, pitiable attempts at jokes that more often than not became a moment of oversharing his tragedy. The poor boy was utterly hopeless when it came to comedy.

"Oh, right." Clearing his throat, he straightened himself as if he were getting ready to give a speech, "Okay, knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Candice…"

"Candice who?"

"Candice be love I'm feeling for you?"

The weight of his words were completely lost on him as Casey beamed with pride, his joke landing with no mistakes or stuttering. It was no secret that Y/N and Casey were close, but in the short period of time they'd come to know each other, Y/N had developed some deep affections for the boy. The constant struggle to keep themselves in check around him had started taking its toll. It had gotten to the point that Y/N needed to keep their yearning eyes on something- ANYTHING ELSE- when he was around to keep from visibly flustering, the ever-present blush threatening to expose their true feelings. Feigning a soft chuckle, Y/N could only hide their face deeper in the comic they were reading and hope that any flutter of emotion went totally unnoticed.

"R-Really, was that your idea of a good joke?" their attempts at a tease came off a tad more hostile than playful.

Casey responded with a chuff of his own, "Ah, yeah I guess it doesn't make sense if I already know it's true."

"Sometimes comedy takes-" the sudden impact of his words hit them all at once, caught like a deer in headlights while they froze mid-sentence. Peering over at the raven-haired boy revealed an equally shocked expression painted across his reddening face. His mouth opened only to shut itself again and again clearly trying and failing to summon the words to explain his little blunder. Y/N had him beat in regaining some semblance of composure, shaking off the bashfulness.

"Did…" their voice caught in their throat before they started again, "What exactly did you mean by… erm, by that?"

Casey's eyes darted in every direction attempting to search for an answer anywhere he could find it.

"Well, I just- It was really-" he let out a sigh and braced himself, "I'm not sure what to call this feeling but I think it's something like love. I might… maybe love you?"

"Maybe?!"

Y/N shot up from their seat, arms over their head in disbelief and their steps beginning to pace.

"Y-You can't maybe love someone! That's a pretty serious feeling!"

They stopped partway through their rapid pacing to search Casey's bewildered expression causing it to soften a bit under their close observation.

"I don't know if what I feel is exactly what you'd call love, but it... feels close enough to that. I mean... Y/N, when I look at you, my heart starts racing, my head starts spinning, everything feels light and airy. And when you're gone, all I want to do is look for you and see your smile, see the way your eyes light up, listen to your laugh."

His unfocused gaze forced itself up to meet theirs, wide with earnest affection.

"Life here's been… heh, it's confusing to say the least. And these feelings are just as confusing. And for a while I thought it was crazy. Thought I was crazy to believe I could love someone this quickly. But… It'd be so much easier for me to understand if I knew you felt the same?"

Even if this new emotion had been confusing for him, this very moment was one that made it all click in his mind. He was in love all along.

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STACKEDextras ➙ Dude. Ghost peppers are really hot.

8.7 A Little Slice of Kevin Written by Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming Directed by Charlie Carner 15.5 Proverbs 17:3 Written by Steve Yockey Directed by Richard Speight Jr. Original Air Dates: November 14, 2012 & 2019

[mushroomlupin]

Sirius' Surprise Party

Pairing: marauders era!james potter x f!reader

Summary: james and reader have been best friends since they were little. what happens when there's drunk declarations of feelings at Sirius' birthday party?

Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,499

James Potter was warm. 

He liked the band Queen and he wasn’t afraid to dance to his favorite songs. 

He enjoyed hot cups of tea with extra milk and sometimes cinnamon sprinkled into it. 

He smelt of broomstick wood, honey, and musk. 

The most important things to him were his family and his friends. 

His laugh could light up an entire room. 

Yes, James Potter had an invincible ego, but his heart easily matched it.

The good thing about being neighbors was that it brought people who were close by even closer. James was your best friend because of this.

He would aid in catching frogs in the rain, laughing whenever they jumped at you and caused you to shriek. The two of you would build only the biggest snowmen, with mismatched buttons for eyes and a wonky carrot for the nose. James would take his own winter hat off and plop it onto the snowman’s head. 

“There,” he’d say with a proud smile. “I think we should name it James Jr.”

“Why does it have to be your name? Why can’t it be mine?” you’d ask.

“Because, he’d never be complete without me!” he’d grin and point at the beanie. 

Every time.

You were thinking about that specific memory when you heard a voice.

“Alright, Y/n?”

You turned your head, seeing Remus descend the stairs from the boy’s dormitories.

You shrugged.

“Can’t sleep.”

He nodded.

“Same.”

He sat down by the crackling fire, making himself a cup of tea. 

“What’s plaguing your mind?” you asked him, straightening yourself on the Gryffindor sofa.

He sighed. 

“Full moon in two days. You?”

“Potions essay,” you lied.

He nodded once more, sipping at his tea and opening a book in his lap.

“If you need help with it, you can always join us in the library. Lily’s quite knowledgeable on Potions. She always comes,” he offered with a small smile.

You knew Lily was exceptional at Potions, she was the reason you were doing so well in the class. 

“Thanks, Rem,” you smiled. “I might take you up on that.”

You did your best to fake a yawn and stretched your arms. 

“I think I’ll try to go to sleep. I hope you feel better.”

He offered a smile in thanks before returning his eyes to the pages on his lap. 

You ascended the stairs to the girl’s dormitories, making your way to the room with Mary, Marlene, and Lily. You watched in envy as they slept, knowing you’d return to your tossing and turning. 

***

You woke up, your brain and body clinging to the one hour of sleep you got as you dressed yourself and made your way to the Great Hall.

“Oi!” you heard from the Gryffindor table.

Your eyes scanned the long wooden bench, spotting a standing James with his hands waving at you in the air.

“I saved you some toast!”

You grinned, taking a seat next to him and digging in.

“How’d you know I’d be late?” you asked.

“Moony said you were up in the common room late last night,” he said, concern clear on his face. “What’s keeping you up?” Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Nothing,” you were quick to say to defend yourself.

He looked at you, brows furrowed.

“Right… Well, hurry up, so we don’t get points taken away from McGonagall for being late,” he reminded you.

You finished your food, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach from nerves. 

“Are you excited?” he asked, grabbing your books and carrying them for you as you both made your way through the halls to Transfiguration. 

You frowned. “Excited for what?”

He gasped.

“Only the best house party of the year!” he exclaimed. “It’s Pads’ birthday today, we’re holding a surprise party for him tonight.”

You raised a brow.

“How does he not know you guys are holding a party for him?”

He grinned, pride wafting off of him like an aroma.

“We’ve been going along with a plan for days now, acting as though we have no idea it’s his birthday. Moony is ‘too busy with the full moon’,” he used his fingers as quotations.

“Yeah, but that’s actually true,” you interrupted. 

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s not the point!” He shook his head. “As I was saying, Wormy is ‘too busy with Herbology work’ and I’m ‘too busy trying to perfect a prank on Snivellus’!” 

“I seriously doubt he believes any of that,” you admitted.

He shrugged.

“You’d be surprised.”

***

By the time the party came around, James was right; Sirius truly was shocked. The common room was filled to the walls with people. He may have been right that it would be the biggest party yet as well.

But, you were too exhausted to have fun. After rejecting Lily and Mary’s multiple advances to get you to dance with them, you leaned against a tapestry, brooding as you held a glass of firewhiskey in hand. You watched in disgust, and honestly envy, as everyone practically got it on with each other; Marlene and Dorcas were snogging on a couch, Remus and Sirius were snogging not even five feet away from them, and there was a Hufflepuff couple getting handsy with one another next to them as well. 

You saw James talking to a younger Ravenclaw girl, who was twirling her hair in her fingers, and you decided that that was the last straw. You tipped your head back and emptied the rest of the alcohol down your throat, that familiar burning feeling residing in your throat and belly, before you set the glass down somewhere and made your way up to your dorm. Maybe you could at least get some sleep, you thought. You felt your body sway up the stairs and all the way to your room, where you sat down on your bed and immediately felt tears start to well up in your eyes and a choked sob left your mouth. 

“Y/n?” What now?

“Please leave me alone!” you begged, now fully crying into your hands.

You heard footsteps come toward you. 

“No way,” James sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers and cupped the back of your head. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.

“Everything,” you croaked. “I’m the only one in that common room that’s not feeling someone up.”

He stifled a laugh.

“Do you want me to find someone you can get handsy with? Because I will, you best believe I’ll make it happen.”

You shook your head once more, tears falling down your chin.

“I could’ve killed that Ravenclaw girl,” you muttered.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d just said.

“Amelia?” he asked with a chuckle. “Love, she was asking me about Peter! I was his wingman!”

You put your head in your hands with a groan.

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I don’t even know why I’m getting upset about that…”

“Hey,” he tapped your shoulder, mentally asking for your attention.

You looked up at him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t like the thought of you getting handsy with someone else,” he admitted.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m not Sirius… But speaking of Sirius, it’s his birthday and we’re having a huge party for him down in the common room!”

You shook your head, playfully shoving his shoulder. 

“I’m serious, James!”

“Happy birthday, then!” 

You rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Fine, fine!” He put his hands up in defense. “No more jokes.”

You shook your head once more, fighting a smile.

“If you don’t want me to be with anyone else, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else…” he trailed off, “Then what does that mean?”

You shrugged.

“I suppose it means whatever we want it to mean.”

His hand grasped yours, fingers intertwined.

“Then it means whatever we want it to mean,” he confirmed with a nod.

Your chest felt full at this declaration between the two of you. 

 “James?” you asked.

“Yes?” he pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Does that mean you can…kiss me?”

“Y/n,” his lips broke out into a grin. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that my entire bloody life.”

He grasped your face in his big palms and crashed his lips against yours, your lips finding a smooth rhythm. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his brunette curls, pulling at them experimentally. He moaned against your lips, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.

He pulled away for a moment, his lips a shade darker and plump.

“I guess I did find you somebody to get handsy with,” he winked.

“Don’t ruin this!” you warned with a laugh.

“I can think of a way to ruin you,” he wiggled his eyebrows, bringing your lips back to his.

Sirius Black’s surprise party sincerely was the. Best. Party. Ever.

[aesthetictarlos]

You know what's funny? I watched both Hen Begins and Chimney Begins when they first aired in the USA so we're talking about 2018/2019 and I've never re-watched them so I didn't even remember who Tommy Kinard was when they announced he was coming back. I was like "who is Tommy?" and I wasn't excited AT ALL because 1) I didn't even remember the guy and 2) I didn't think his storyline arc would be interesting AND THEN— Then Lou Ferrigno Jr came back with all his hotness and tenderness and brought Tommy back with an interesting storyline and an awesome "redemption arc" and kissed Evan Buckley so tenderly, grabbing his chin and not only he made me fall in love with Tommy Kinard but he also made me fall in love with BuckTommy and I just—

[mxlancholic-night]

Reacting to you wearing their clothes

notes: i'm sorry if its bad this is my first time doing these!

baby is a blushy mess. he can barely look at you, seeing that his clothes are a bit snug on you.

"babe, why are you wearing my clothes?"

"i was curious to see how i'd look." you pout.

his eyes tried to avoid looking at the very place he didn't want them to look. his ears turns red, eventually his face doing the same. he could see your perked nipples seeing as you weren't wearing a bra. he could even make out the line of your pantyline.

he instantly got a boner which you noticed and teased him the rest of the day.

aw poor baby :(

DEKU, todoroki, kirishima, bokuto, kaminari, armin, TAMAKI, HINATA, yams, KENMA, megumi, GOSHIKI, tanjiro, zenitsu, denji

well his clothes were a bit too big on you to say the least. you didn't even bother to try on his pants since they're so big its to hide his big dick. he hovers behind you and gives a tight hug, one hand groping one of your tits and the other hand resting on your ass.

"you look so hot with my clothes on," he whispers in your ear seductively. "but you know what would make it hotter?"

you gulp, "n-no."

"if i were to fuck you in just my shirt."

he grabs your ass harsher and pushes you down on the bed.

"that's better. now be a good girl and have your ass in the air when i come back, i have something to do right quick."

BAKUGO, DABI, hawks, SUKUNA, TOJI, gojo, IWA, MATTSUN, sakusa, ukai jr, KUROO, ATSUMU, EREN, jean, connie, rindo, ryuguji, kishibe

[randomrottmntscreenshots]

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Yo, I wanna start to properly tag screenshots with characters and episodes for archiving purposes (my beloved) but I don't always remember the episode and the screenshots on my computer no longer have the episode title in the name

Do you think you can help me by naming the episode in the comments/reblogs of the screenshots posted sometime?

EDIT: If I already attempted to tag an episode and couldn't remember the title, I will leave a #to tag

If you see I mistagged something, don't be afraid to let me know as well!

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TAGS (work in progress)

ROTTMNT GRAND TOURNAMENT (11/14)

MUTANT MAYHEM

CHARACTER TAGS:

Leo | Donnie | Mikey | Raph | Mad Dogs (all four) | April | Casey Jr. | Splinter | Lou Jitsu | Baron Draxum

Other major/minor characters follow suit and are tagged with their names

EPISODES:

The Movie

Race | Turtle Tots | Sentient Bed | Raph's Catchphrase | C.O.W.A.B.U.N.G.A. | Cucumber-Mikey vs. Manticat

Mystic Mayhem | Origami Tsunami | Donnie's Gifts | War and Pizza | Newsworthy | Repo Mantis | Down with the Sickness | The Fast and the Furriest | Mascot Melee | Shell in a Cell | Minotaur Maze | Bug Busters | The Longest Fight | Hypno! Part Deux | The Gumbus | Mrs. Cuddles | Stuck on You | Al Be Back | The Purple Jacket | Pizza Pit | Smart Lair | Hot Soup: The Game | The Evil League of Mutants | Late Fee | Bullhop | Mind Meld | Nothing But Truffle | Shadow of Evil | Portal Jacked! | Warren & Hypno, Sitting in a Tree | Operation: Normal | Sparring Partner | You Got Served | How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will | Mystic Library | The Purple Game | Man VS. Sewer | The Mutant Menace | Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man | The Ancient Art of Ninja Hide and Seek | One Man's Junk | Snow Day | Cloak and Swaggart | Jupiter Jim Ahoy! | Insane in the Mama Train | End Game

Many Unhappy Returns | Todd Scouts | Goyles, Goyles, Goyles | Flushed, but Never Forgotten | Lair Games | Breaking Purple | Repairin' the Baron | Air Turtle | Pizza Puffs | Sidekick Ahoy! | The Hidden City Job | Always Be Brownies | Mystery Meat | Donnie vs. Witch Town | Raph's Ride-Along | Hidden City's Most Wanted | Bad Hair Day | Fists of Furry | The Clothes Don't Make the Turtle | Battle Nexus: New York | E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind | Shreddy or Not | Anatawa Hitorijanai | Rise

MISCELLANEOUS:

Background | The Lair | Video | GIF | Animatic

[luvneymar]

feeling all domestic since it’s raining in my area, spending a day at home with ney baking together,skincare, matching loungewear, cuddles and exchanges of sweet words makes me feel some type of way

UTTERLY ORDINARY— NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: you attempt to bake cookies with neymar as you force him to do your skincare routine with you & who’s only goal is to distract you, romantically ofc.

PARING: Fiancé!Neymar x Doctor!Fiancée!Reader

CONTENT: fluff + neymar being a wimp + kissing + more fluff!

NOTE: pls ignore any spelling mistakes NOT PROOF READ!!!! I REPEAT NOT PROOF READ 🙏

“Ney baby, it goes on like this.” You giggled adjusting the sheet mask that was resting on his very handsome face as you sat on the counter of your shared his & hers bathroom wearing matching pyjamas with your fiancé.

“Ew, do you wear this every day? It’s so slimy.” Neymar whined trying to peel off the sheet mask not liking the feeling of a slimy wet paper sitting on his face. You quickly stopped him from doing so giving him a quick kiss so he would settle down.

“Do it for me baby.” You smiled at him wrapping your arms around his neck sending a sweet smile his way staring directly into his greenish brown eyes. Neymar smiled back at you wrapping his palm around the back of your neck pulling you in for a warm kiss.

“Mmh, you’re lucky I love you so much princesa. This is so uncomfortable.” Just as he finished his senesce a pound sung came from the other room signalling that the cookies you both were baking were done.

“Those must be our cookies, c’mon baby.” You slid off the counter & onto the floor taking your fiancés hand in yours pulling him down the hallway & towards the kitchen hypnotized by the smell of the chocolate chip cookies.

Once you both reached the kitchen you slid on your oven-mitts, opened the door of the oven and slid out the tray of freshly baked cookies. Neymar was practically drilling as he followed you like a puppy tho a bone.

“Okay honey, be careful they’re hot.”

Neymar hadn’t registered what you had said and dived right into the pipping hot cookies forgetting they were baking at 300°C just a few seconds ago practically scorching his finger.

“Ouch!” He hissed in pain “, jumping back from the tray waving his finger in the air squeezing it trying to numb the pain.

“Baby I told you to be careful!” You laughed between words pulling your hands out of the oven mitts as you walked towards the other side of the kitchen pulling the first aid kit from one of the cabinets.

You walked back towards where he was standing over the sink trying cool his hand down with freezing water from the tap. You closed the tap & pulled his stinging hand towards you leaving it to hand in the air as you opened the first aid kit.

“No lacerations, no swelling, looks like a first degree burn. You’re gonna be okay sweetheart.” You whispered as you examined his hand for anything concerning sighing in relief when you didn’t find anything.

You propped yourself on-top of the counter right beside the cookies that previously burned your fiancé & pulled his hand towards, turning your body to face the kit & pulled out the things you needed. “Turn your hand for me sweetheart.”

As you applied a wet towel on his burns cooling down the area before applying petroleum jelly on the skin you hadn’t noticed that Neymar was staring at you with a look of admiration & love watching you tend to his wound.

“You know I love you right? You’re my favourite person.” Neymar muttered turning his hand to help you apply the thin bandage around his hand like he’d just come back from some war.

“Why? Cuz I baked you cookies?” You chuckled continuing to wrap his hand not lifting your head to look at his lovesick puppy eyes.

“Yes. But I also love how smart you are baby, my little Doc Mcstuffin.” You both laughed at his comparison of you and an imaginary television doctor as you finished tightening his bandage you pulled him in for a quick kiss trying to make him feel better about his injury.

“So whenever you get hurt in the pitch future wifey can stitch you all up?” You pulled his body in wrapping your arms around his neck as you smiled at him.

“Mmh, exactly that baby, how did you guess?” He hummed wrapped his hands around your waist, careful not to apply to much pressure to his wounded hand.

“I just have a knack for these things you know?” You whispered pulling him in for a much longer kiss that involved a little too much tongue. His lips were warm & soft way to tempting for you to not give him a kiss.

His tongue swiped the bottom of your lip signalling you to part your lips & make way for his warm tongue to invade your mouth.

“Here try a cookie, they’re cool now.” You picked up a cookie from the warm tray and placed it on the rim on neymar’s lips pushing it into his mouth slowly so he wouldn’t choke, his hands were still on your waist as he chewed the cookie making different faces some good & some bad.

“Good?” You asked picking at the melted chocolates on the parchment paper, Beymar finished swallowing before radiant his half bitten cookie towards your lips for you to try. “They’re good, here try some.”

“Mmh! They are good.” You hummed out chewing the cookie as quickly as you can eager for another bite of the chocolatey goodness that was calling your name. As you bit into your 8 piece of a shared cookie you took the cookie from Neymar’s hand and placed it on the counter “Okay rate them out of ten.”

“Hmm 8.9?” Neymar tilted his head swishing his tongue around his mouth trying to savour the taste.

“No ten?”

“You’re a ten.”

You chuckled hearing his reply which made him chuckled with a cheeky look on his face,“You’re such a flirt, okay we can’t eat them all baby we gotta save some for later.”

Neymar’s hand slid around your body trying to take another cookie for the run but failing to be very slick with his mission.

“No more!” You slapped his hand away from the tray sliding it away from his arms reach, you loaded the cookies into the cookie jar arms wrapped around the tray in a protective matter. You both were down to 4 cookies which couldn’t be more frustrating seeing as how you started with 13.

“Go pick out a movie for us to watch. I’ll be there soon.” You sent him on a fools errand in hopes that he’d stop harassing you and your cookies. The fools errand work & Neymar has pranced towards the living room man spreading his legs all over the comfortable couch.

“Okay baby, why don’t we watch the new Aquaman movie?” He shouted out from the other room flicking between the different shows and movie options, you raised your eyebrow confused as you remembered seeing the trailer for it come out just a few months ago. “The one that hadn’t come out yet? How?”

You asked as you walked your way towards the living room placing your shared snacks in the counter as you made yourself between Neymar’s legs snuggling up to his warm muscular body.

“I have my ways.” He replied kissing your forehead before choosing the unreleased movie, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Aw my future husband is a little internet scammer.” You cooed turning around to face him as you pulled him in for a short kiss by his cheek’s squishing them together.

“You know it baby.” He replied back smiling at you before reaching over towards the coffee table trying to reach the bowl of original chips you left on the counter & placed it into your hands as he wrapped his arms around your body creating some sort of cocoon of both of your you bodies.

[pricetagofficial]

Summer Lovin’ -R.H. [18+]

Warnings: Language, smut, Roy really is a menace to society. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader

Word Count: 989

A/N: Big thanks to @offendedfishnoises​ and @littleredwing89​ for proofing this for me! You guys know how much I love Roy, and I really liked how this one came out. 

You stared at the ceiling, your air conditioning was out still and there was nothing you wanted to do more than lay completely naked on your bed while three fans were aimed right at you.

Roy was gone for the afternoon, due to return home any minute now but you were too damn hot to bother moving. If you were lucky, Roy would take one look at you and shrug and join you.

You would bet serious money though that instead, Roy would get horny immediately.

Hearing the lock click on your front door, you shifted on the bed so the cool air hit you more directly.

“Babe? Where you at?”

“Bedroom!” you called.

The sound of footsteps followed, as you saw Roy poke his head around the door frame and his eyes go wide.

“Um, not that I’m complaining or anything–but um–what exactly are you doing?” Roy stepped fully into the doorway, his eyes not leaving the sight of you naked on the bed, perfectly on display for him.

Laying back on the bed, you continued staring at the ceiling. “Air conditioning broke, and it is as hot as Satan’s scrotum in here.”

All Roy could do was blink at your choice of words. “I’m not sure what I should be more concerned about. The fact we need to pay to get the AC fixed again, or the fact that you think Satan’s scrotum is hotter than mine.”

Blowing out a puff of air. “I didn’t need to inflate your ego anymore, or I would have used yours.”

Shrugging, Roy chuckled as he walked in and slid his shoes and shirt off. His god-awful Christmas patterned board shorts were halfway off his hips before he joined you on the bed.

“It’s the middle of July, you complete moron.” you grumbled. “Why the hell are you wearing Christmas shorts?”

“Haven’t you heard of Christmas in July?”

Your reply died on your tongue when you felt Roy’s hot sticky body press against yours.

“Roy William Harper Jr. get your sweaty ass dick off of me!” you shrieked.

His lips trailed up your throat, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I thought you liked my dick,”

“Not when it is triple digits outside.” you whined, leaning into his touch. The front of Roy’s hat pushed against the pillow as Roy slowly sucked a mark on your throat.

“I’ll make you forget all about how hot it is outside, and instead help you focus on how good you’ll feel.”

Well, when he put it like that, how could you resist?

Running your fingers up the back of his neck, you wrapped them around the base of his ponytail coming through the back of his hat. You made a move to take it off, when Roy stopped you.

“The hat stays on, babe.” he grinned, hearing your groan of defiance.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Roy pulled you closer to him as he ground his hips into your thigh, moaning against the soft skin of your neck.

“You wanna get your dick wet? The hat comes off.” you threatened.

Looking at you with those mischievous green eyes of his, Roy huffed and let you take the hat off his head. Before he knew it, you had flipped him onto his back and wound your fingers into his locks tightly.

Roy’s cock glided through your folds, making both of you moan at the sensation giving Roy’s hair a tug.

His head lolled back as his eyes fluttered shut, exposing his throat to you.

“This is why I wanted the hat off, baby.” you grinned, pulling harder with Roy moaning into the late afternoon air. “I know how much you love having your hair pulled.”

Roy was going to protest, before the head of his cock slipped into your pussy with a harsh tug of his hair.

“Fuck–” he gasped, tightening the grip he had on your waist.

Rolling your hips, you slowly worked his cock deeper into your cunt moaning his name as you went.

“You fill me so good baby–” you panted. “Wanna feel every inch of your thick cock.”

Roy swore he didn’t have a praise kink before he met you. But the way you were pulling his hair, and the sound of the words rolling off your tongue as your pussy squeezed his cock made him whine at your words.

“Your pussy is so good,” he whined, “Feels so–” His words were cut off by you rolling your hips just right that had Roy gasping for air.

“That’s right baby,” you hummed, nibbling on his ear. “Feels so good riding your cock,”

The way you were pulling his hair had Roy lost in his thoughts, chasing his high while you rode his cock for your pleasure. Your nails scraped his scalp every so often with every tug, the way your fingers pulled just the right spot to make him a puddle in your lap.

Pressing your body against his, you could feel your orgasm building along with the way Roy’s cock throbbed within you.

“Cum for me baby,” you gasped, continuing to move your hips.

Roy’s hips bucked up into yours with a loud moan, shooting his load and filling you with his hot cum.

With a cry of his name, you orgasmed riding out your high before collapsing next to him.

You could feel the heat getting to you with the way Roy’s skin stuck to yours, and the flush spreading across his face. Embracing the heat, you curled into his body enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, no matter how hot and sweaty you were.

There was a silence that stretched across the room, the void only filled with the sounds of your breathing and the three fans positioned around the bed.

“We really need to get the AC fixed,” he commented, staring at the ceiling with your head resting on his chest.

“We really do.”

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