#like wait a second. that’s an insane thing to do

[norrisainz33]

unlikely pair || ls18

summary: brazilian actress and soccer family royalty, y/n santos, makes a surprise crossover into the f1 world

pairing: lance stroll x brazilian!neymarsister!reader

fc & warnings: bruna marquezine & hate comments, poorly translated portuguese, bad language, one super minor suggestive comment

requested: yes!! thank you!!

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f1gossip: BREAKING 🚨 brazilian actress and sister to football royalty, y/n santos, was spotted entering the monaco paddock this morning… arriving in none other than an aston martin. and who was waiting to help her out of the car? that’s right - lance stroll himself. the two even walked in arm-in-arm. seems we are seeing the debut of the paddocks newest couple 👀💚🇧🇷

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user1: HUH??????

user2: this has got to be rage bait

user3: not even a soft launch they just went straight to the paddock

user18: the only thing that could even be remotely close (on lance's end) was over winter break he posted a video of him snowboarding and there was a girl in it with his friends but we all just assumed it was a friend and moved on

user11: user3 user18 as our resident y/n stan, i can say she has posted some stories that were of things that could have been considered dates but she never once had anyone else in them but herself so we just wrote it off as her treating herself or friend dates

user4: no idea who this is but god is she gorgeous

user5: how in the world did lance stroll get y/n? i didnt even realize those two could ever conceivably come into the same orbit

user7: they are in such different circles this is the most insane crossover we need someone to get us a story time i am speechless

user6: y/n looks perfect as per usual but i can't believe shes with a car guy

user18: i'm begging everyone on my hands and knees to let these two live and be happy without the senseless hate

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user1: i couldn’t be more confused by this pairing

user18: how do you manage to get all these photos. please just leave them be

user2: i’m still trying to believe that this is rage bait!!!!

user3: sometimes you just gotta sigh and move on

user4: 🤨 why they laying on a yacht isn’t his ass supposed to be in spain and not in monaco? no wonder he isn’t doing well

user5: ughghghg get tf away from my girl

user11: lance is so lucky that he gets to be with my y/n/n fr

user6: booooo tomato tomato tomato

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ynuser: grato por estar em casa com a melhor companhia [thankful to be home with the best company]

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user2: so it’s real

yourbff: wow your hand is huge in the second photo

ynuser: yeah looks a little different too huh?

yourbff: could it be someone elses?

ynuser: heheheeheh

user7: bela menina [pretty girl]

lance_stroll: thanks for showing me around 😘

ynuser: obrigado for spending your time off with me

lance_stroll: wouldn't have wanted to spend it any other way

neymarjr: bom ver você irmã [good to see you sister]

ynuser: amo você [love you]

user4: fav sibling duo

usr8: NEYMARRRRRR

user1: how much is lawrence paying you?

user2: probably a lot frankly

pietra.pilao: jealous of you gorgeous girl 💚

ynuser: come visit me in brazil next time ❤️‍🔥

user1: not p also getting involved w y/n too

user11: princesa

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user18: so gosh darn cute 🥰

estebanocon: love looks good on you mate

lance_stroll: merci 🤍

estebanocon: couldn’t be happier for you and y/n. seeing you this happy makes me happy

lance_stroll: i don’t tell you enough how good of a friend you are

estebanocon: you don’t have to 🤍

user2: i’ve never hated anything more

astonmartinf1: we have everything arranged for são paulo!

lance_stroll: great news! thank you admin

user11: alright fine she does make the perfect wag and maybe i do like f1

ynuser: exposing me as a mint chocolate lover

lance_stroll: your only red flag

ynuser: you mean to tell me that’s really the only one?

lance_stroll: yup! you’re pretty much perfect

ynuser: 🥹😭 obrigado meu amor

lance_stroll: de nada meu amor! só estou te dizendo a verdade [you're welcome my love. only telling you the truth]

ynuser: wait where did my clothes go????

lance_stroll: hahahaha all it takes is some portuguese??? if only i knew that before awkwardly trying to get your attention for months

ynuser: no i loved your awkward pining! especially the part when you begged scotty to approach me in st. moritz

lance_stroll: i would not consider it begging. i kindly asked him to get his friends to introduce us since we kept crossing paths all over the world 😔

ynuser: that’s not how scotty tells the story baby

lance_stroll: he’s an unreliable narrator!!!!

user1: ur no good for her

chloestroll: her smile is contagious! tell her i love her

lance_stroll: she says she loves you more

chloestroll: not possible!!

user33: maybe focus on racing and not women out of your league

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duexmoi: sounds like trouble in paradise for brazilian actress and her formula one driver 🤔

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user18: this breaks my heart. i’m so sick of all this sense hate against lance. he is a real person with real feelings and yall can’t just let him be happy ffs

user44: hope you’re happy user1 user2

user2: nah mate i’m not

user1: fck u calling out me for

user44: don’t act like you haven’t been rude af

user4: oh this is actually so sad

user8: 😔😔😔😔

user9: the thought of my girl crying at dinner bc of some of yall……. i will be throwing hands

user11: i will start a war for her yall better let these 2 live

user88: who sending her hate? i just wanna talk

user99: we love ynlance in this house

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yourbff: they missed the part where they mentioned that you’re always crying about something

ynuser: mannnn can't even be nice for one minute

yourbff: its how i show love

ynuser: i hate you 🫶🏻

yourbff: fake af

neymarjr: irmã did he upset you???

ynuser: NO! he did nothing wrong. the post was right i was crying because people have been being really cruel since we started dating. i didn't realize how nasty some f1 fans were to him and the empath in me has been struggling with that and then they've been mean to me too and it just was all too much for me so i cried

neymarjr: there will always be haters irmã even i have them and im the undeniable goat. its easier said then done but ignore them. tudo o que importa é que vocês se amem [all that matters is that you love each other]

ynuser: humble and kind. thanks bub 🤍

lance_stroll: 😔 baby

ynuser: i've blocked all the gossip pages don't worry

lance_stroll: good. you'll learn to tune it all out - i promise

ynuser: i trust you and i love you

lance_stroll: eu também te amo [i love you too]

chloestroll: and im sure you looked beautiful doing it. if you need anything princesa i'm here for you

ynuser: thank you chlo!! you and scotty are the sweetest and most supportive. i'm so glad hes surrounded by the best people

chlostroll: not just him! we are here to surround you too 🤍

barbarapalvin: my love, whats happened?

ynuser: just people being mean and forgetting im a real person

barbarapalvin: classic. i'm sorry!! give me a call if you need it xx

sabrinacarpenter: deuxmoi catching you crying is a right of passage at this point. love you babe

ynuser: ugh true they did it to you too... love you more 🤍

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ynuser: through thick and thin. eu te amo muito [i love you so much]

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neymarjr: incredible weekend! thanks for having us astonmartinf1

astonmartinf1: it was our pleasure! it's not every day you get the brazilian royalty into your garage 💚

ynuser: you are too kind admin

user18: cutest post ive ever seen. obsessed with ynlance

lewishamilton: good to see you this weekend y/n

ynuser: right back at you lew

lance_stroll: você é a garota dos meus sonhos [you are the girl of my dreams]

ynuser: e você é a melhor coisa que já aconteceu comigo [and you're the best thing to ever happen to me]

lance_stroll: did have to translate some of this one i won't lie

ynuser: you'll get there <3

user11: CUTIE PATOOTIESSS!!!!

flavy.barla: going to start a petition for you to come to every race weekend

ynuser: one like and ill do it [liked by 14,467 users]

flavy.barla: YAY!

user44: i'm keeping an eye on this comment section. everyone better behave or ill start biting

scottyjames31: aren't you glad i introduced you both

ynuser: yes 😌

scottyjames31: this is about the time one would say THANKS

ynuser: THANKS SCOTTY!

user2: alright. you're cute i guess

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[hyperdeath-kisses]

I remember having severe mid-stomach pains that were specifically on my right side for awhile. They flared up here and there but they were unpredictable.

I went to the doctors and they did a couple tests and they went “I have no fucking idea what this is.” I was like “wtf do I do” they were like “drink this”. It was belladonna phenobarbital. (Great hangman word.) It was meant to shut down part of my brain that triggered pain in that area. I was like “what if it gets worse”, they were like “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there good luck”

I had this damn thing for years. One day I was in college working a late night in the computer lab. I had a bag of salt and vinegar chips as I typically did. I went to use the bathroom. I came out of the stall and I immediately hunched over in pain. Like a good seven out of 10 pain. I was in tears just curled up on the floor. It was the dead of night and there were only 1-2 girls working with me. 😅 So I laid on the floor for a while. Finally, one of my friends heard me through the door and burst into the room. He took me to the ER that night.

After waiting in the waiting room for over four hours, and finally getting my own cot, the doctor did a whole bunch of scans and found again nothing. They had no medicine to treat me, but the IV that they put in my arm made me feel better.

Several years had passed and I was at my job and I punched in. I noticed I had a stomach ache. I shrugged it off no big deal. Around 2 o’clock in the afternoon the stomachache got progressively worse and that pain in my side returned. I thought I was being a wimp, but I decided to go home early that night. The pain started progressively getting worse. I tried weighing in bed. I tried ibuprofen. I tried taking a shower, a hot shower, a cold shower, nothing. I started getting really panicky. I went to the ER.

As I got into the ER, the doctor was asking me several questions and they made me do a urine test. The doctor was asking if I was sexually active I said yes, but I was with a girl. The doctor looked at me strangely. Admittedly, I thought he was just being homophobic. (I was in Florida at the time) He told me that that was incredibly strange because my urine test came back that I was pregnant. I was INSANELY CONCERNED because the last guy I was active with was over 2-3 years ago, right before I met my ex-girlfriend. They did a whole bunch of x-rays and then they finally did a CAT scan.

Turns out I had a big kidney stone that lasted for years and could not be pushed out. That was the source of my pain. I had this thing potentially for five years, and a fucking CAT scan was the thing that detected it. They sound blasted the kidney stone a day later.

Let me tell you something. People say that when you have a kidney stone, before you get a procedure, it is the most painful thing in the world. It is not before. It is after.

I woke up from the procedure in an empty room with just my bed and the other cots blocked off. The lights were incredibly bright and no one else was in there. The first couple seconds was me slowly, waking up to wherever the fuck I was. The next couple seconds slowly build up to the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And being alone in this room and having this excruciating pain, I seriously thought I was dying. I’m not exaggerating. The pain was so absolutely devastating that I started to fucking crying out like a baby. It felt like someone took a chainsaw from my crotch ALL THE WAY UP MY ENTIRE BODY. Thankfully, after hearing my sounds, the nurse scrambled in to give me a higher dose of my IV.

Slightly TMI but peeing for the rest of that week was like waiting to be tortured. Whenever I had the urge to go use the bathroom, I was already wincing at the potential devastating pain that I was going to feel.

So for the future, please hydrate, please drink lots of water. Don’t be like me.

chronic pain diagnoses are all like yeah we don't know what this is or why it happens. we also don't know how to treat it. good luck out there soldier

[chleem]

One shot; enemies, rafe x reader/yn

Summary: to claim his share of the cameron inheritance, rafe must marry. somehow, you happen to be the person he thought of. not ideal, but at least it works- or does it?

Genre: fake marriage trope, enemies, angst,

⋆.˚ explicit languages and scenes

♡⸝⸝ more rafe | elevator

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“Fuck- what’s taking you so long?”

Rafe storms into the bedroom- once his own personal space, now a reluctant battleground ever since you moved in. 

The room hasn’t adjusted to you yet, and neither has he. Your presence is everywhere: clothes draped over the back of the chair, your skincare cluttering the vanity, a faint trace of your perfume in the air. 

It drives him insane.

He could barely stand the idea of you before, you, the one person he swore he’d never let get close. And now? Now he’s drowning in you. Every second, every hour, every breath has to be you. 

Rafe chews on his bottom lip, scanning the room with growing impatience- no sign of you.

He strides toward the bathroom- no sign of you. 

With a muttered curse, he heads to the closet room, yanking the door open- just in time to catch the moment you tug his button-up shirt down over your chest.

For a split second, his eyes catch the curve of your waist, the lace of your bra. He freezes, eyes lingering just a moment too long.

You whip around, brows raised, annoyed, “What? Miss me already, Rafey?”

He scoffs at how the tone of your voice raises just a pinch when you give him a nickname, “just get- just get your ass out here.”

“Aw, you do miss me,” you tease, rolling your eyes as you shoulder past him on purpose, brushing into him just enough to be noticed. A subtle smirk tugs at your lips.

You drop down onto the vanity stool- the one you insisted he buy for you if he wanted to play house. 

Downstairs, his lawyers and the rest of the Cameron family are waiting. Documents ready to be signed, papers that make this whole mess official. But it’s not just about the paperwork- they’re here to watch. To ask the uncomfortable questions. To poke holes in the story you and Rafe are selling.

Because let’s be honest, who in their right mind would believe it? You and Rafe happily married? Please. Everyone on this island knows you can’t stand each other. 

You’d rather burn a house down than sit on the same couch as him.

So, best believe you got your own benefits of being here with him. 

“Knock next time, will you? Basic manners,” you say without looking at him, undoing your hair tie, fingers combing through the stands.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” Rafe mutters instead, still leaning against the closet doorway, watching you through the reflection.

You meet his gaze in the mirror. “So?”

“You got all this shit in my room-“

“Our room,”

“So wear something else.”

“I don’t know-“ you put on your lipstick- the finishing touch to your look, “sells the whole idea.”

“What idea?” He asks, arms crossed.

“That we’re dating,” you reply, smacking your lips together like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Grab my shoes under the bed, Rafey.”

There goes that stupid nickname again, one that pisses Rafe off more than it should, especially since you say it in that tone. Slow, teasing, daring him to lose his cool.

“You got legs.”

“Yes, and these legs need those pretty, pretty shoes to keep up with you.”

His glare sharpens, but you ignore it, watching as he bends down to grab the heels from under the bed, like the good boy he is. 

As soon as he stands, he drops the shoes roughly onto your lap. You give him a look that says it all- put it on me.

He hesitates, anger and annoyance flickering in his eyes, before finally kneeling down. Your body turns, watching with quiet satisfaction as he lowers himself in front of you- a position you’ve never seen him in before.

His hands grab your foot roughly, ignoring the slight wince that flashes across your face.

“Rafey, too harsh,” you tease, poking his shoulder lightly with a finger.

You catch his jaw locking tight as he focuses, securing the shoe around your foot with firm, careful pressure.

Then, he grabs your other foot, slipping the second heel on with the same quiet aggression.

You watch him, not even bothering to hide your smile. You’ve got him kneeling in front of you like he’s some kind of servant, and god, it looks good on him.

“…Are you gonna give me a nickname?” you ask suddenly, tilting your head, voice playful. 

He lets out a cold laugh under his breath, barely glancing up, “yeah.”

When he finishes fastening the strap, he finally looks at you.

“Bitch. My bitch.”

Your smile falters- just for a second- and he sees it, only makes him laugh harder.

“Suiting, don’t you think?” he adds, smugness dripping off every word.

Without missing a beat, you lift your leg and kick him square in the chest. Your heel digs into him as you push off.

He moves a bit; but still stays on balance enough to not stumble. 

Rafe stays there, kneeling, chest rising slowly with the force of his laugh dying down. 

His eyes meet yours- darker now, “you done?” he asks.

“…I hate you,” you whisper, arms crossing over your chest. It’s not like he needs the reminder of where things stand between you, but still, you say it just because you want to. 

Rafe doesn’t flinch at your words. 

Instead, he lifts his hand slowly.

You tense, trying to avoid it. 

His palm finds the back of your neck anyway, warm, fingers threading through the base of your hair. And then he tugs- gently but firmly, pulling your face down, close to his.

His blue eyes burn into yours, voice dropping lower, colder.

“Listen here, y/n,” Rafe says, and you can already hear it; the growl behind his words, the warning buried in his tone. Suddenly, it’s not just teasing or games anymore.

“Don’t you dare screw this up,” he mutters, “I need that money.”

His grip tightens, enough to take some air out of you. 

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t care- I don’t care if you hate my guts. But when we go down there, you smile. You hold my hand. You act like the needy mess you are. Got it?”

You swallow, eyes flicking to his lips before you can stop yourself.

“…Or what?” you murmur, eyes narrowed.

“What?” he snaps, voice a little too quiet.

“What if I don’t? What are you gonna do then, Rafey?”

He smirks, “I’ll kill you.”

Your brows pull together, because part of you wants to laugh, maybe even roll your eyes and throw another jab. But the other part of you knows. The part that’s seen him on edge, coked out of his mind, fists bloodied, eyes crazed. 

He laughs then, his signature, unhinged laugh, before he lets go of you. The back of your neck tingles where his rough hand lingered.

Rafe reaches into his pocket.

Your heart lurches. For a split second, you swear you see the glint of metal. A knife? A gun? You brace yourself, muscles tensing, ready to bolt.

But instead, he pulls out a small ring box.

You blink. 

“Take it,” he says.

Your face says it all again while you hold out your hand - Put it on me for me.

“Say it again then,” you challenge, hoping he says the ‘marry me’ words again, with the same desperate tone he did last week. 

“What?” He opens the box.

Before you can respond, you gasp at the diamond sparkling inside, eyes glistening.

“Oh. My. God.”

He smirks. “You like it?”

You grin, already picturing pawning it. “Oh, this is going to sell huge- ”

“It’s worthless,” Rafe cuts in, forcing the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly- which is weird. Did he already have your ring size? “Whole shit’s fake.”

You flick the ring with your thumb, watching how the diamond catches the light in a way only a real one would. 

“Huh,” you murmur, eyes narrowing slightly.

Rafe stands up slowly, shadows flickering across his face.

He doesn’t say anything else; just extends a hand, silently demanding you take it.

You don’t.

Before you can react, he grabs your wrist and pulls you up with enough force to make you stumble into him.

“Hey,” you say, pushing him lightly as you steady yourself, eyes flashing with warning.

Rafe just shakes his head slowly, his expression unreadable, and drags you out of the room with a sudden urgency.

Before you know it, you’re downstairs in the dining room.

There, seated around the large table, are the two men in suits- the lawyers, along with Wheezie, Rose, and Sarah. 

All eyes snap to you and Rafe the moment you enter, fixated especially on the way he’s gripping your wrist with an iron hold.

You look away, refusing to meet their curious stares as Rafe drags you to a seat.

You slide down next to Rose, Rafe settling on your other side.

You feel like prey- a snack circled by hungry hyenas, waiting for the first bite.

The lawyers shuffle papers with clinical efficiency, while the Camerons watch with a mix of suspicion and amusement.

Wheezie breaks the silence first, “So, this is really happening? You two, married.” 

She eyes you both like you’re some kind of twisted joke. It is a twisted joke, really. 

Sarah, ever the quiet observer, gives you a quick, assessing glance. You can tell she’s already trying to pick apart the story you and Rafe are supposed to sell.

“What do you know?” Rafe snaps, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. His hands rest on the table, tense, as if ready to flip it.

Wheezie’s eyes widen at her brother, her lips pressed in a thin line, either from nervousness or trying to not laugh. 

You know this family well. Hell, everyone on the island does. The Camerons aren’t known for warmth or unity. If anything, they’re known for money, power, and barely tolerating one another.

And now here you are, dropped right in the middle of their fractured dynasty, the weight of the heavy ring on your finger like a spotlight, a ticking bomb. 

“Hey- don’t yell at her,” Sarah cuts in, tone sharp. “It’s not her fault you’re faking this for your inheritance.”

From the corner of your eye, you see it, Rafe’s jaw tightening, fists curling against the polished wood of the table.

You move without thinking, gently placing your hand over his. The one with the ring.

Instantly, the energy in the room shifts. Every eye in the room snaps to it, the diamond catching the light, bold and unapologetically placed on your finger.

You swear you hear Rose exhale through her nose, the lawyers exchanging a subtle glance, as if mentally checking a box.

You let your thumb run just slightly over Rafe’s knuckles.

“faking?” you repeat, feigning innocence.

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Y/n, you really want to be with my brother? I saw you two a few days ago- looked like you were about to choke each other out-“

“But we didn’t,” you shoot back quickly, your smile strained as you glance at the lawyers. “What you saw… was us talking it out.”

One of the lawyers raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

Rafe doesn’t move or speak- letting you take over. 

“And yes,” you continue, your tone softening just enough, “maybe I did hate him…”

You pause. 

“But c’mon. People change.”

You glance at Rafe, then add, far too casually, “We just needed to fuck it out.”

A laugh escapes you; light, almost giddy, as you lean back against his shoulder.

Rafe stiffens beneath your touch, his whole body tensing for a second, but you keep holding his hand, fingers laced with his.

One of the lawyers clears his throat awkwardly, the other keeps his eyes on you, calculating. 

Then, Rose cuts in. 

“Well,” she says, folding her arms across her chest, “a week before the inheritance is announced and you’re suddenly married?”

Her eyes narrow, fixed on the ring, then flick to your hand still clasped with Rafe’s. “We’ll need observation,” Rose says flatly, looking at the lawyers. “Verification. Proof that this is more than just a performance.”

One of the lawyers nods slowly. “We were planning to follow up with routine check-ins. But if the family would like to arrange direct oversight…”

Rafe lets out a low laugh, “you- you want to install a fucking nanny cam too?”

“Yes,” Sarah replies, not missing a beat.

Rafe laughs again, his hands leaving your grasp to run through his scalp.

Both of you hate the sound of that. You can barely fake it for this meeting, let alone over days, weeks. Under pressure, one of you is going to crack. And when you do, the money? Gone.

Interviews? You barely know anything about each other outside of insults.

Surveillance? That’s a slow death sentence.

Beneath the table, your hand finds his thigh, fingers curling in and squeezing as a warning. For him to reconsider. 

Instead, he leans forward, “fine,” he says, “fine. We’ll do it.”

Your stomach flips.

“How long?” he asks, frustration bleeding through his tone.

The lawyers exchange glances, then one clears his throat. “Typically, these oversight periods last between six months to a year,” he explains.

Six months. 

Six fucking months. 

To a year. 

“Three months,” Rafe negotiates, a sly edge in his voice.

Sarah smirks, crossing her arms. “What, eager to get your money?”

Rafe replies, “aren’t you?”

Sarah shakes her head, looking away.

Rose butts in, voice sharp, “Enough. Let’s just start with signing the legal documents. Did the two of you do that yet?”

Rafe lies, “yeah.”

“Great... then we’ll just see how things go over the next few months,” one of the lawyers says.

The room relaxes just a fraction, but the weight of what’s to come lingers in the air as you and Rafe exchange a glance- both knowing this is only the beginning of a prolonged torture. 

Three months with Rafe. 

Why don’t you kill yourself instead. 

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“Are you still coked out?” is the first thing you say once you’re back in the room, the door clicking shut behind Rafe.

He turns immediately, brows furrowed like he didn’t hear you right.

“Why would you agree to that?” you snap, stepping toward him.

“…because I just- just love spending time with you,” Rafe mutters, sarcasm thick in his voice.

You laugh coldly. “Go fuck yourself, Rafe. Good luck with your money- ”

“It’s yours too, you know that,” he cuts in, voice lower now, more serious.

“Yeah,” you say, scoffing, “but I can make more selling this ring-“

Rafe steps closer, “you afraid?” he asks instead.

“What?”

He tilts his head slightly, “afraid you can’t pretend.”

You roll your eyes, “please.”

Without breaking eye contact, he closes the small space between you, his presence overwhelming. His breath brushes against your skin, your pulse fluttering for unknown reasons.

“Then deal with it, alright?” Rafe’s voice is rough, a low promise and a challenge all at once. “Because now- now you’re going to be my bitch.”

“Hey- stop calling me- ”

Rafe interrupts, his laugh low and mocking as his eyes flick down to your lips, deliberately slow, “my bitch.”

He pokes his tongue against his cheek before laughing again, the sound rough and cruel.

You catch your breath, the words catching in your throat. “I’m not yours,” you manage to breath out.

“Yeah?” His voice drops another notch, the heat radiating off him impossible to ignore, “three months, y/n. Three fucking months.”

“…don’t lose sleep over it,” Rafe mutters. 

Then, he leans in, his lips just inches from yours.

Rafe’s gonna kiss you. 

You shove him away instantly, eyes wide with shock.

He laughs, as if expecting it, then strides past you without missing a beat.

Shit- he’s messing with you. 

You turn around, eyes glued to his every movement, fighting the shiver crawling down your spine.

He disappears into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him without another word.

You stand there, frozen for a moment, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to play wife and husband for three whole months. 

Three months of pretending, smiling, and playing nice with a man you’d rather set on fire than share a bed with.

And the worst part? You’re already starting to wonder what this mess is really going to cost you… not just your pride, but maybe something far worse.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: mmmh, havent wrote rafe in a while 💦 thought of this while watching the proposal, what yall think?

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HIS PRIVATE LOVE|| kimi x fem!reader

summary: Kimi’s girlfriend who has barely ever posted but Kimi who posts on his second account more than anything

warnings: reader is 17, SMAU!, no use of yn, italian google translated

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user10 him casually posting his girlfriend but not showing her face in crazy…

GeorgeRussel MY SON AND FUTURE DAUGHTER IN LAW

user15 the family law goes crazy

user16 he’s collecting rookies like infinity stones

user11 oh to be Kimi

user12 oh to be Kimi’s girlfriend then

user11 romantic

Mercedesamgf1 if it isn’t our youngest driver and his very sweet girlfriend - admin

f1 the news be real… we came running

yourfaviouritegirl the only person i’ll log into my instagram for

user13 THATS SO ROMANTIC

user14 OH TO BE LOVED BY HER

kimiantonelli Amore Mio 🫶

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Kimiantonelli i’m sorry vita mia

yourfaviouritegirl forgiven 🤭

user10 WHO IS THIS MAN? AND HIS AUDACITY

user11 rude men

user12 that food look good. don’t blame him

user13 the way he looks like he’s not guilty

GeorgeRussel trainer not gonna like this KimKim

mercedesamgf1 if his trainer yells at us we’re showing him this exact photo

yourfaviouritegirl i’ll send you the original 😅

user14 not her betraying him to his trainer 😭😭😭

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Kimiantonelli my favourite shirt, my favourite girl and my lover

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user13 please adopt me

user14 PARENTS

user12 wedding gonna go hard in the future

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user15 just waiting for the day they get married and it’s the cutest thing ever

GeorgeRussel MY SONS INLOVE!!!

user10 LOVE LOVE AWWWWWW

yourfaviouritegirl i bought him that shirt and took all the photos :)

kimiantonelli yes you did cuore

user16 the different nicknames each time AHHHH!!

user11 this is the cutest thing

mercedsamgf1 favourite time of the week is the weekly girlfriend appreciation post

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kimiantonelli happy 1 and 1/2 years to my beautiful girlfriend who travels with me to every possible thing she can. She’s been with me through some of the hardest things on my life and i’m forver greatful to call her mine, and every italian pet name under the sun. Thank you for everything Vita Mia.

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yourfaviourtiegirl Thank you my perfect, handsome, pretty, funny, kind, and perfect boyfriend of 1 and 1/2 years.

user10 her calling him perfect twice is cute

kimiantonelli thank you Bella

user11 the lovers of the f1

user12 i just know the moment she steps a single foot onto the grid she’s gonna be the WAG of the century.

GeorgeRussel congratulations guys! very happy for you

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user13 obsessing over the love he holds for her

user14 THE BEST COUPLE IN F1 HISTORY

mercedesamgf1 she’s the sweetest thing. we need her back

user15 AND WE DIDN’T GET PHOTOS OF THEM!!!

user16 without any of us getting told

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kimiantonelli when did you take this???

kimiantonelli is this my christmas present?

yourfaviouritegirl do you want it to be?

kimiantonelli i just want you

user10 EHHHH!!!

kimiantonelli LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!

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user11 the way their watching the office instead of any normal Christmas movie goes insane

GeorgeRussel this is kind of cute… where’s my girlfriend???

user12 insanity�� give me more

user13 wouldn’t be surprised if this is actually Kimi

user14 Kimi and his beautiful girlfriend

mercedesamgf1 merry christmas to the beautiful coulple

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A/N: just a cute little thing that will never be continued or turned into parts but enjoy 🤭

[cannibal-alien]

🍃🍷 + two time or griefer?

꒰ 🎉 ꒱ 100+ followers event! (closed…)

🍃: how do they act around you when they’re intoxicated?

🍷: “how would they act on a first date?”

💬; yummayyy some more griefer content om mom nomm :P

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two time is almost constantly breathing down your neck, just an eensy bit too close for comfort during the entire date. they’re not holding your hand or touching you or anything, just… lingering nearby, leaning in a bit too much while they speak. their presence is always there, quiet and observant. although two time won’t explicitly say it, they’re a total nervous wreck. you can see it in the way they pick at their fingers, eyes darting side to side every time you met their gaze, as if they’re waiting for something to go wrong. it’s all too painfully obvious!!

being intoxicated isn’t something two time is that interested in, especially being under the influence of the spawn and all. although there are specific rules, strict about what is and isn’t permitted, two time makes an exception for wine! the ‘blood of the resurrected’ as some might say. it’s not really about the alcohol itself, but more so the meaning behind it! every small sip is a holy reminder of the sweet sacrifice that granted them their second life… so they indulge without much feeling. around you? they’re pretty clingy, a little erratic, and haunted by shame. it’s never really a pleasant experience

griefer is late. not because he’s actually that much of an asshole to people he genuinely does like, but because he thought showing up late would make you want him even more. yeah he’s that dude. griefer’s a bit stupid, and quite frankly has no idea what he’s even doing… so please forgive him. he’ll awkwardly try impressing you and showing off, though it’s nothing mind blowing. but hey, it’s still kind of endearing in its own weird way! wanna see him try a ‘cool’ crowbar trick next?

griefer’s a complete mess when he’s drunk. super loud, confrontational, and waaaay more impulsive than usual. so not much has changed really! just cranked up tenfold with much less coherence. so if he’s with you? griefer’s insanely clingy, no matter who’s around, he’s pulling you closer with hands all over you. a professional rambler who won’t stop going on & on about how pretty you are, but in a more playful than sweet way. griefer is SO much more easier to handle when he’s high, mostly just giggly and finding everything rlly funny. but he tends to be a little forgetful and a bit clumsy, which really agitates him when he can’t find something, wrecking the whole room looking for it. also he’s like a vacuum. like he’ll literally eat anything. griefer loves just sitting on the couch, talking to you while you’re warm in his arms. it’s one of his favorite things to do. definitely up there

[paulyenvol6]

To Lose Yourself (Chapter 9)

Contains: smut, oral (f & m receiving), rough blow job, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, fighting

Wordcount: 5,532

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When Anissa opened her eyes the next day, disappointment instantly casued a sour taste in her mouth.

The spot next to her was empty and for a second she wondered if everything had been a dream. But the wrinkled blanket and the flattened pillow was evidence enough for the fact that she hadn't gone insane and so Anissa cast aside her doubts, instead starting her search for her husband after putting on a cloak. It didn't take long for her to be successful and she almost stumbled into him once she opened the door of their chambers.

"Daemon!" she said sounding surprised and stepped aside to gesture him to enter. The prince tilted his head but followed her request, heading to a chair to sit down.

"Where were you?" she asked, unable to hide her sulkiness. She had wanted nothing more than to wake up next to him and wasn't scared to tell him so.

"Forgive me, my sweet. I went for a stroll by the coast and then stopped by the library," he answered sensing Anissa's disapproval.

"And why?"

"Because I woke up early. And I didn't want to wake you."

Her lips formed a pout, her arms crossing in front of her chest as she glared down at him.

"Don't do this again."

She had expected him to nod and then the whole thing could be forgotten, but to her surprise Daemon uncertainly tilted his head, his eyes thoughtfully narrowing. Anissa couldn't even tell why she felt so angry, but right now the blood in her veins was boiling and there was a thick lump in her throat. She just… she didn't want to feel alone. Left alone. Like someone else had stopped caring about her and now dropped her like a hot potatoe.

"I can't promise you that," Daemon said, his voice much too stable for her taste.

"Why?" Anissa replied.

"Because sometimes it's hard to control myself around you."

She frowned, the anger slowly fading away as her brain worked hard in order to figure out the meaning of his words.

"What do you mean?" she demanded to know, her voice a lot more quiet and insecure now.

"It's hard to lay next to you when you look so pretty, gods be damned. When I want you so badly… and then all I can do is leave to calm myself and get a clear head."

Now Anissa understood and her fury vanished with a puff.

"Oh," she made, letting Daemon pull her towards him by her hands.

"I don't want to leave you. And I'm never going to. But you looked so gorgeous earlier and then all I could think about was feeling you and when it became too much I felt I had no choice but to get out of the room."

"You could have woken me up…," Anissa whispered, running a single finger over his scalp.

"It was so early…," he insisted and hissed out when she took her seat on his lap, her core instantly pushing against his hard cock.

"Sweetling…," Daemon warned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Let me do something about it," she demanded rocking herself against him and felt him grow bigger underneath her with satisfaction.

"Please. I want you now," Anissa panted, feeling her body heat up to an unbearable temperature.

"We can't," he breathed, gently yet firmly grabbing her hips to get her to stop moving.

"Why not?"

"There's a small council meeting I have to attend," Daemon said, his eyes still closed, but his hands holding her a few inches away from his center so she wouldn't worsen his state.

"We can be quick. Please, just… It's not going to take long."

The prince smirked, carefully lifting Anissa to the ground and then rising to his feet as well.

"Sweetling, when you ask me to take care of you, I'm going to take my time. You better understand that…"

She couldn't hide the telling flushness creeping up on her face although she was still disappointed that she would have to wait until after the meeting to get what she craved so badly.

"But you'll hurry up, won't you?" Anissa asked taking his head into her hands.

"Aren't you such a naughty little girl…," he grinned, tapping his finger against the tip of her nose. "Yes. I'm going to head straight back to our chambers as soon as we're finished. And then you'll better be ready…"

Anissa jerked forwards when he lightly slapped her arse, a surprised look on her face, but then had to giggle while Daemon headed to the door.

"You'll better be ready," she whispered more to herself than to her husband.

Anissa spent the next hour to herself and although she tried to distract herself with reading and having breakfast in her rooms, all she was capable of thinking about was her husband. She never would have guessed that laying with a man would be so pleasant, but right now she felt like never doing anything else in the world. And wasn't she supposed to give Daemon as many heirs as possible? If it meant having him bed her every night she would be happy to oblige, although she obviously didn't know what it was like to carry a child and give birth to it.

While she rotted in her bedchambers, aroused and excited by the memory of last night, Daemon wasn't much better off a few chambers away.

His wife's actions had left an imprint on him as well and the prospect of touching her and squeezing out her sweet little whines after the meeting made it almost impossible for him to sit still. Daemon had his legs crossed, his fingers entangled on the table in front of him and his thoughts definitely not with the current matters of the small council. The only time he snapped back to reality was when Otto on his opposite threw spikes at him with his eyes, his pupils dilated and Daemon could swear he could see flames dancing in the black of them. Unfortunately, the rogue prince hadn't been able to savour his victory yet as he had arrived at the meeting with some delay and all of the men were already gathered, but he hoped to at least exchange a word or two later.

He was more than smug about the anger and frustration in Otto's face and couldn't help himself when he pursed his lips at him, a content sparkle in his light eyes. In response Otto - who had his eyes on him at all times - leaned back in his chair, his nostrils flared, his body almost quivering with rage and his nails painfully digging into the wooden table. Daemon could smell his anger off him and he was certain he could make him explode with one sentence.

Yet he had to wait until the meeting was over because he most definitely couldn't risk enrage his brother right now and so Daemon waited until Viserys rose to his feet to dismiss his lords and only then cleared his throat, his lips curled into a sly smirk.

"My dear Otto, or should I rather say… Father-in-law?"

His opposite almost instantly grew red, his teeth aggressively biting down on his bottom lip as if to stop himself from saying something he would regret. Daemon would surely get it out of him.

"I'm pleased to see you today. I wanted to compliment you on your daughter. She's such a lovely sweet girl. Or perhaps I should rather thank your late lady wife in my prayers later because I can't help but wonder where she got that sweetness from other than her…"

"Quiet."

The sound was harsh, yet restrained and Daemon knew that he had hit a nerve.

"It was merely a compliment. What do you want me to say? Would you be happier to hear that your venom spilled over to her and she's just as rotten as the rest of her miserable family?"

Otto stood up so suddenly that the rogue prince almost flinched. Almost.

"You are a monster. A horrible monster. You've been sent as a punishment of the gods and some day I will make you pay."

The corner of Daemon's mouth twitched and he didn't take a step back when Otto came closer.

"What was the purpose of dragging my daughter into this? I hate you, I despise you, Daemon Targaryen, but I wouldn't go as far as to hurt your loved ones because of my hatred for you."

He was close now, his face inches away and Daemon could look right into the greenish brown of his glistening eyes. Tears.

"You're saying that I'm going to pay? Look at you, dearest Otto. You just did pay. You just payed for all the times that you humiliated and degraded me in front of the council. The times that you weakened my stand in front of my brother because of your own pathetic greed for power. I warned you more times than I can count, but you wouldn't listen. If only you did listen…"

Daemon turned, slowly strutting towards the door, but stopped before leaving the chambers.

"Now you get to to watch us. I'm going to make sure of that. You're going to watch your sweet daughter by my side whenever I want it, you're going to watch my arm around her, my hand on her thigh and eventually you're going to see her swollen with my child and heir. And you're going to watch precisely."

"You are a monster."

He chuckled again but it was a cold and hollow sound.

"Think of something new the next time we see each other."

With these words Daemon was out of the door, contently strutting through the corridor with only one plan in mind. Life was sweet to him right now, so it seemed, because not only had he finally gotten the satisfaction he had always craved and had been able to cause Otto the kind of sorrow he had always aimed for, but he had her. And although it seemed to him that Anissa herself hadn't been certain about his intentions, Daemon was. She was thrilling. Sensational. A perfect pretty flower that not only satisfied him but excited him with every fibre of his body. He hadn't lied when he had said that he loved her and he wasn't shy to say that Anissa had exceeded his expectations for this marriage. The girl was eager to learn and to explore the arts of pleasure and just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her aroused him.

Daemon's steps fastened as he rushed through the hall and when he opened the door to his chambers only to find Anissa jumping to her feet at his sight, a genuine and deep smile creeped up on his face.

"Hello, my sweet flower," he said and chuckled when his wife wrapped her arms around his shoulders to cage him in a hug that suggested that they hadn't seen each other in years rather than an hour.

"You're late," she accusingly complained and poked him in his side.

"Sorry," Daemon mumbled against her silky hair and dug his fingers into her waist. "But I'm here now."

"I know." Anissa mischievously twisted her lips and then removed her hands from around his body to run them down his front, only to stop at the huge bulge that emerged under his breeches.

"I wanna taste you," she breathed, her voice soft and innocent and in stark contrast to her words and a flicker in her eyes. She was daring. Eager and hungry for him and tired of behaving restrained and passive.

"Yeah, my pretty girl?" Daemon whispered, a rough hand taking hold of the side of her face which forced her to dart up to him.

"Yes. I want it in my mouth."

The prince hesitated, but gave her a wide smirk and for a moment Anissa feared he would deny her but she couldn't have been more off.

"On your knees then, sweetling."

Daemon cradled her head one last time before gently pushing her down by her shoulders, a tender hand immediately connecting with the back of her head. She looked up to him and quietly watched him unlace his breeches although the heat between her legs already was almost unbearable and she had to swallow the quiet little whines, a vocalisation of her need to feel the necessary stimulation between her thighs. But in truth, she was fine with anything. Anissa couldn't quite understand this sudden hunger to be touched or touch, but it seemed like Daemon had shifted something in her ever since last night. Her sensitive pearl was throbbing all the time, her eyes shooting to his veiny hands all the time and her mind wandering off to sinful imaginations whenever she had a moment of peace. But this far Daemon hadn't expressed any doubt about her desires so perhaps there was nothing wrong with it.

She knelt on the floor like a hungry puppy, her nails scratching over her clothed thighs and her husband seemed to free his cock in slow-motion, his hands precise and yet so incredibly slow.

"Please," she whimpered which evoked a low chuckle in him but then it was finally done and his member stood hard against his abdomen.

"You want it?" Daemon asked, lips curling at the way Anissa restlessly shifted on the ground.

"Yes, please. Please, Daemon, fuck… I need it so badly."

He grabbed a hand full of her hair to stroke it behind her ear and then trailed with his thumb down her cheekbone.

"Have you ever done this? Ever sucked a man's cock?"

A cold shiver ran down her spin at the mere thought of committing such crime before her wedding night and she quickly shook her head.

"N-No, of course not. I would never even attempt to – "

"Good," he interrupted her, wrapping a hand around his girth and pumping himself a few times.

"So I'm going to be the first one to bruise that pretty throat…"

Her eyes widened at his choice of words and Anissa's pupils doubtfully flickered over his grinded teeth.

"But it's not going to hurt, is it?"

"No, my love. I'm gonna go slow. Make you adjust to it and… spare your little mouth. Unless of course… you want it to hurt."

She bit on her lower lip as she didn't know what else to do and thoughtfully watched his wry grin.

"No need to rack your brains now, little flower. Open your mouth."

Anissa nodded in conviction and parted her lips wide for him to give him access to her mouth. She was curious to find out what he tasted like and hummed when his tip connected with her lips and then entered her mouth. Her lips closed around his length, a salty taste prickling on her tongue and at first it was strange and unfamiliar but soon she accustomed and dared to lift her gaze up to him. This far, Anissa had been unaware of Daemon's reaction to her actions but now that she let her gaze linger on him for the first time, her insides moved in a happy dance.

His mouth was slightly open, eyes half-closed and the corner of his mouth twitching every time Anissa's tongue grazed over one of the many veins garnishing his majestic manhood. That was why she started to let her tongue trail up and down his shaft, savouring his taste and brushing over the veins as though she wanted to memorize every last of them.

"Fuck… You're being such a good girl for me. Gods be good…"

His praise only added to her excitement and her new goal was to be so good that he would want her like this all the time from now on. That he would ask for her to take him down her throat at any time during the day. She eagerly pressed her flat tongue against his thick girth, the rough surface of it creating indescribable pleasure for Daemon and he moaned loudly, his fingers curling in her hair.

"Seven hells," he cursed and tightened his grip, pushing her a little closer to his center.

Anissa hadn't gone very deep so far, but now she was curious. Curious to learn what amount of pleasure she could make him feel, what sweet noises of praise she could hear from him and how she could please him simply with her mouth and lips. And so she let him slide down her throat until his tip kissed the back which made her tear up and an uncomfortable sting spread in her gorge. Her gag reflexes were triggered, but the loud gasp that her actions evoked in Daemon made her stay still despite her whole body resisting. She breathed steadily, her eyes closed now in order to calm herself and when Daemon ran a hand over the back of her head it was all the soothing she needed.

"Oh fuckk… just like that… You're so good for me, you know that?"

An unnatural squeal left her lips but it was muffled by his thick length that stretched her throat so wonderfully. Anissa carefully let him slip out a little before allowing him to glide down all the way until he hit the back of her throat again, ignoring the discomfort it brought her. Mayhaps he had been right after all. To say that this was pleasurable or nearly comparable to what he had made her feel with his mouth would be a lie. It was the contrary, Anissa's body seemed to refuse to let him enter her every time he pulled out and yet she wouldn't have wanted it any different. Not only did the slight ache arouse her, no, she yearned for more of his praise and compliments, the firm grip he had on her scalp making her press her thighs together as she tried to create some friction by rubbing herself against the ground.

"That's right, darling… Just keep still for me and let me use your pretty mouth," Daemon growled and Anissa glared up to him, her round eyes questioningly observing him but he just cradled her head and let out a soothing coo.

"S'alright. Just stay right where you are…"

With these words Daemon started to move whereas he had allowed her the freedom to move the way she wanted to before. Now he took from her the way he saw fit, rolling his hips and gently pushing his cock past her lips while quiet grunts escaped through his grinded teeth. At first, it felt strange to Anissa, feeling vulnerable by her throat being so exposed to his greedy thrusts and it was odd to give up control. Therefore her hands grabbed his thighs to ground herself a little but after a few minutes she also adjusted to his length and soon surrendered to the movement of his hips. She simply trusted him that hurting her was the last thing he had in mind, his thrusts still cautious and tender while using her throat.

"I'm gonna cum right down that pretty throat of yours… You wanna taste my seed, hm? Want me to paint your mouth?"

Anissa wasn't capabale of answering for obvious reasons but nevertheless she squeezed his leg as a sign of how much she wanted it and in addition, she whined, her tense and aching jaw burning at the continous stretch of his girth.

"I know, my sweet flower…," Daemon soothed her, aware of the fact that his rought treatment contained a little bit of suffering, but the gentle touch of his hand on her nape made up for it.

"You're doing so amazing for me and I know it hurts but you're a big girl, right?"

Anissa gulped, her hands so firm around his thigh that her knuckles turned white, but Daemon allowed her the relief and then growled loudly as he emptied himself in her mouth. His eyes squeezed shut, his nails digging in her scalp with an equal amount of force as he pushed her head against his center to make sure she would swallow all of it. There was a moment of resistance in which Anissa winded and squirmed like a cat, her claws leaving marks on his skin but then she surrendered to him with the realization that everything would be better if only she stopped fighting it. Daemon loosened his grip on her head and just watched her through half-litted eyes as the effects of his high made him all lazy and hazy.

"Fuck…," he whispered and then pulled his flaccid manhood out of her mouth which Anissa replied to with a unwilling moan. Then he tucked himself in, closing his breeches and leaned down to his wife, who had waited for him, patiently sitting on her knees, but mayhaps it was simply the consequence of her very own needy state. Daemon kissed her and chuckled as she intensified it, her teeth clashing against his with so much force that he had to take hold of the side of her face in order to slow her down.

"Careful, my love," he cooed and then finally helped her up by grabbing her upper arms.

Anissa was a little weak on her knees but managed to sit down on the table Daemon had guided her to, his large hands adjusting her to his liking. In the end, she sat on the wooden surface with her legs spread as wide as her gown allowed and her mind controlled by her weeping cunt.

"Please, Daemon," she immediately begged once his eyes were on her.

"What," Daemon hissed and shamelessly ran a finger from her neck down the gap between her breasts and her stomach until it rested on her mould, Anissa shifting under the pressure he applied.

"Please. I need you. Need your… cock."

He laughed and it was a friendly sound, one that she was sure she had never heard before marrying Daemon, but now made her heartrate shoot up and brought her joy on many occasions during the day.

"No, little flower… You're gonna get my mouth now, mhm? Don't you think your little pussy is going to like that?"

Her hands reached down to grasp his wrist, trying to push it lower but Daemon didn't allow it, laughing at her attempt and then taking her hands with his free hand to press them against her stomach.

"Answer me."

Her pupils were flared as she raised her gaze and almost instantly let out a whimper that drove him insane.

"Y-Yes. I would like that, Daemon, please."

"Good," was all he said before pushing the fabric of her gown up in one motion and ruffling it up on her waist.

"Hold on to that," he commanded and then fumbled with her underwear while Anissa unpaitently squirmed on the table to receive any kind of stimulation. She shrieked when she heard a ripping sound but the prince was quick to kiss her cheek.

"Shhh… You're gonna relax now, alright? Gonna lay on your back like a good girl and let me feast. Let me feast from your perfect little cunt and then give me as many orgasms as I like, okay?"

She nodded although she certainly wasn't aware of what she had just agreed to. Daemon guided her to lay down, the fabric of her dress protecting her sensitive skin on her back from the surface and then got herself comfortable while Daemon removed the pieces of her underwear to have perfect access to what hid underneath. Her cunt seemed to radiate with heat, her wetness drooling down the insides of her thighs and Anissa surely would have felt embarrassed hadn't she felt so needy for his touch.

"Gods be fucking good…," Daemon whispered, mesmerized by her glistening folds and brought two fingers to her slit and trailed them up to her pearl.

"You're drenched. Did it turn you on, mhm? Getting your throat fucked by me?"

Anissa just wanted to moan and let her cunt speak for itself but by now she knew that her husband demanded an answer to his questions so she nodded and almost painfully drew her face.

"Yes. Yes, I… please, please give it to me."

Daemon kissed her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip for a brief moment before falling to his knees in front of her and turning his attention to another pair of lips. She cried out from the pleasure reaching her so suddenly and quickly grabbed the back of his head because she might have squirmed away from him otherwise.

"Fuck!" Anissa squealed, her eyes rolling back when Daemon's pointed tongue traveled to her clit and her legs closing around his head as she tried to catch up with the air-cutting thrill that happened between her thighs.

"Yes… You're so perfect for me, aren't you?" he whispered, a tender hand rubbing over her hip. His lips involved her pearl in a kiss, pleasuring and devouring it as though he meant to worship it and Anissa bit down hard on her own hand, the noises surely inappropriate to be heard by the servants at such an early hour. But she should have known better, Anissa thought when Daemon delivered a light slap to the side of her arse, frowning in disapproval and grabbing her hand to press it to the desk next to her stomach.

"No," was all he said but it was also all he needed to say.

His voice, although it sounded a little weak and thin, radiated authority and dominance and so Anissa didn't resist when he pinned her wrist down. She was still self-conscious about producing too much noise, but something about the way he kitten-licked her pearl, his soothing touch on her legs and the way his eyes darted up to her every now and then made her feel safe enough to let out her whines and pleas. She wanted to be good for him. Make him proud and hear his voice tell her how well she behaved for him and she had a feeling whenever a croaked "Daemon" escaped her throat his touch became even more intense and precise, his tongue drawing firm circles around the little nub.

And then there were his words of course. She wasn't showered with praise of course as his mouth was busy eating her cunt like it was his breakfast, but he pulled away every now and then to praise her and tell her how good she tasted or how well she was doing for him and it sent her straight to heaven every time. Anissa's skin was flushed and seemed to glow whenever he smiled at her and soon her world was about to break down.

"Daemon… Daemon, fuck," she panted, somehow feeling the need to let him know what was about to happen.

"You're gonna cum for me?" he said as he felt her hips buckle up and her heels dig into his shoulders. Her whole body was heated, liquid fire spreading from her tummy through her limbs until it ignited her fingertips and prickled so vigorously, it was both uncomfortable and enthralling. Her pulse thundered, the tension about to burst and then it did and Anissa cried out in purest pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daemon!" she screeched, far beyond caring about the noise she was making and gripped his hair while little shock waves made her twitch, her head turned to the side. It was a most overwhelming and elecrifying moment that didn't last long enough though because soon her back connected with the surface of the table again and all that was left to hint at her high were her trembling legs and her heavy panting.

In the meantime Daemon had kept his mouth pressed to her cunt, licking and slurping her juices like it was the most delicious drink he had ever had and now was indifferent to the way her body winded in pain as his tongue still brushed over her overstimulated pearl.

"D-Daemon…," she pressed, her neck bent to look what he was doing and whether he had simply missed her release which was impossible when she thought about it. His eyes shot up to her, a single eyebrow lifting and a questioning look on his face.

"What, little one?"

"You can stop now…," Anissa mumbled, her head thrown to the side again when he inserted two fingers into her cunt.

"Why? I told you, you're gonna give me as many as I want to. And I think I want one more."

She gasped and it was hard to tell whether it was caused by the content of his words and the prospect of finishing again or the touch of his rough tongue grazing her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

"B-But… it's too much, I can't – "

"Yes you can. You're doing it right now, you see? You just need to take what I give you and then I'm gonna be very happy with you."

Anissa wanted to protest again, but she didn't have the chance to as he pushed his two fingers deeper inside her and along with his lips wrapped around her pearl she felt in heaven and in one of the seven hells at the same time. It was too much and it seemed like her body wanted to tell her that she needed a break, but there was no way of denying the way she reacted to him. Pleasure lingered at her core again, her clit deliciously throbbing as Daemon guided her towards that certain edge that separated heaven and earth again and she knew that whatever he was going to make her feel, it would be divine.

"Fuck, Daemon…," she whinced, sweat glistening on her bare thighs and her lifeless arms laying next to her body now. She didn't even have the power to hold on to him, as she had no choice but to just let him do with her body as he saw fit.

"C'mon, sweet flower… I know you wanna cum again. You have to allow yourself to."

She blinked a few times, his frame blurry and foggy before her eyes but something about his face between her legs only added to her excitement and her toes curled involuntarily.

"Yeah I know you like that…," Daemon commented on her physical reactions, smirking in delight not only at her sweet taste, but his ability to make her arch and bend like this just from the touch of his mouth. He curled his two fingers inside of her grazing over this sensitive spot so deeply hidden inside of her and Anissa felt like her body was ascending from the table, making her feel things she had never felt before and she wondered how it was possible that the sensation became even better and more intense. Her chest arched and Daemon couldn't help himself and grabbed her left breast, kneading the flesh before blindly searching for her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Once he had found it he took it between two fingers rubbing and toying with it until she winded under his touch.

"Oh Daemon… Gods, I – I… I wanna…"

The unfinished sentence flowed in the air, her mind incapable of forming a coherent sentence, but before she could attempt it again a second high crashed over her and it seemed to be even bigger than the first one. Her mouth was agape but no sound escaped while Daemon pushed his digits even deeper inside of her, keeping them pressed to her sweet spot until her orgasm faded away and he decided to give her some rest.

"Daemon," Anissa whimpered, teary eyes glancing down at him and he lifted his head from her core with a wide smirk on his face, kissing the skin of her thighs and then standing up again. She blinked but didn't seem to be fully back again, her eyes unable to focus on his face which was why Daemon pulled her in for a hug and kissed her neck.

"You did so wonderful, my love. So perfect for me… I'm proud of you."

Her weak hands clung to his shirt and when the prince drew away, her eyes were big but very satisfied.

"M'tired," she whispered and let her head drop forwards to rest against his chest.

"That's not good, honey," Daemon chuckled and used both of his hands to cradle her head. "We have a whole day ahead of us. But you can rest now for a bit, alright? I'm gonna go to Caraxes for a bit and you'll stay here, alright?"

Her head moved a little, but Daemon wasn't sure whether she had actually heard him so he held her head a few inches away from him, examining her glossy eyes.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Daemon," Anissa mumbled and even managed to give him a smile.

"I love you."

His heart skipped a beat and the corner of his mouth twitched although he knew that the aftermath of two orgasms played their part in her emotionality.

"I love you too, flower," he hummed, pressed one last kiss on her brow and then adjusted her dress.

"Get some rest, sweetling. I'll be back soon."

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[marriedtosuku]

Headfirst

Collage made by me, but I dont own any pictures. Middle photo was made by @heybiji on Twitter.

an: This is a non-jjk drabble. A quick little drabble about Caleb of Love and Deepspace since I can not pull for Xavier's event card because I pulled a 5 star Caleb. Which in theory is insane because I literally do not want to pay extra for a possibility (do I still sound bitter at not getting my omega). Anyway, enjoy this fluffy piece and I cant wait to hear from you all.

Pairing: Caleb x reader

genre:fluffy, kinda self-depricating, pregancy, chapped lip Caleb, baby apple

word count: 600ish

Hmph, stop pipsqueak.”

I ignore his pleas, a tube of my favorite lip balm in hand on a mission to moisturize my boyfriend’s lips. He has a habit of biting his lips when he’s nervous, chapped skin prickling against my neck while we wait for the timer. 

“ no Caleb, your lips are scratching me.” 

“ let me just lick em.”

“No,” I counter. “ that makes it worst. This is going to make your lips smooth and buttery.” 

“ do I need smooth lips to wait for a pregnancy test?” 

I stand against him, his exposed arm wrap securely around my neck. The test tempts me with each grueling second pass by in steady ticks. This is our first pregancy scare since our wedding and the tension of it all has me reeling on Caleb’s broad chest. Idealistically, a child would be the missing piece in our family dynamic. A girl or boy, favoring mostly me with a few feature of my staggering husband sounds blissful, but our trauma combine could make Dr.Phill plan an early retirement. To put it bluntly, we’re damaged goods. 

Caleb, an ex Colonel commander, still wake up in cold sweats. His hard body quivers, hands tightly bounded around the fitted sheets, heaving in utter distress at whatever memory tormenting him that night. Some nightmares were worst than others which is why he prefer I fall asleep before him. 

But I’m not any better. 

A cluster of misguidance, mistrust, and misfortune all wrapped up in a short tempered body. I had my fair share of death and misery to make even Heartbreaker weep. Some things I haven’t even told Caleb about and never will. 

Because a hunter has to be strong, especially in the face of an adversary. 

“do you think we’re ready for a child?” I asked. 

He purse his lips. “I think we could try. We know how rough we had it growing up and know not to put our child through it. Therapy has been working, so I’m not experiencing nightmares as much.” A hand caressed my shoulder blade. “You’re just in your pretty little head again.” 

I hate when he does that. 

“ m’not in my head.”

“Hey, “ he turns me around, his bright indigo eyes stared at me so tenderly, hands firmly on my arms to keep me steady, and a kiss from his chapped lips on my forehead. “We are ready for this. Our child will be loved, nourished, and cared for. They will not a go a day without hear an ‘I love you’, and I know we both would go hell and high waters to protect them. I can promise you with my heart that I’ll do whatever it takes to make you and them happy and safe.” 

“Caleb,” 

My heart skips a beat when the timer echoed in our bathroom. It felt like a hot cast iron skillet on my hand. 

“Are you ready to look?” 

I nod.

Our strides differed. Caleb practically glide over towards the white, plastic stick while I strayed behind like a skittish cat. Caleb reassurance made my heart a little lighter but that pestering voice lingered. 

“Am I good enough ?” 

“Can I be a naturing mother?” 

“There’s no rules to parenting, pipsqueak.” 

“Stop reading my mind!” 

He chuckles. “Come here,” 

I zoned in at the test and Caleb’s glimmering face. 

Positive.  

“We’re going to be parents.” He practically lifts me up. 

“Heh, I can’t believe it. I’m still doubting my parental abilities, but I know that we have each other and we’re going to give our all so baby Apple will never be without.” I finally say. “It’s just one more thing.” 

“Yeah?”

“Their daddy shouldn’t have chapped lips.” 

an: I love this man, but I know he doesn't own chapstick.

[tiktaalic]

different guy who also read the goldfinch recently. yippee book club!! theo really is something. voluntary lavender marriage in 2013 is crazy. even crazier that he's doing this as like a decoy beard situation to cover up his fake infatuation with beard prime (pippa) (as soon as she quits her job leaves her fiancé and moves back to the same continent as him the wedding is back on). even CRAZIER that he tells us outright that he is in love with boris and he knows it. and then simply moves on. also i don't know if i really get boris' deal yet but i am loving adult boris' outward attitude of like. this is my gay friend theo who is gay and in love with me. which i will not be discouraging. because i am an #Ally. we used to have sex which was gay of him but i was literally just being nice. in my role as my gay bestie's straight boyfriend. don't worry about it :)

YAYYYYYY. It’s awesome Theo is literally playing 3d chess in his mind at all times. It’s very every comic about L trying to figure out Light and Light trying to throw him off doing 2 minutes of thinking in ten seconds to say something like. I love tennis! Except no one’s trying to entrap Theo they’re just like. Being friendly. While he has charts and a whiteboard and a room of analysts to figure out his response should be “oh definitely! I’ll check my schedule. Good to see you.” The convo they have about it is insane. Its INSANE. Boris voice I have something I need to tell you about when we used to hang out. That you don’t remember. [sees Theo blanch and try to walk out] NOT. the gay sex. Ok? I’m not going to talk to you about the gay sex. Stop freaking out. Well but now that we’re on the subject we might as well. I literally had no gf and lived in an empty suburb of course I hooked up with you what else was there to do. And you were in love with me but it’s okay because now you’re getting lavender married to the perfect sort of beard. Congratulations! Very happy for you. I have a hot wife and can sleep with women in other countries. you have a hot wife and she can see her guy while you do drugs at a gay club every weekend. Look at us! Perfect lives! Their complete opposite methods make things really funny. Where Boris especially adult Boris is extremely upfront all the time about how he feels even/especially with dramatic declarations of affection. And Theo has never been upfront about anything in his life. I don’t think Boris is Actively Offering This Information Up To Other People. But he’s also not Actively Compartmentalizing It Every Second. He’s like ah kids they get up to some crazy stuff huh. And I think does view it as a natural extension of their circumstances + friendship and not like. Active and Specific desire for a man/theo. And I think they Could sleep together as adults while Boris continued to handwave it ala. Eh we’ve done it before so it’s not really anything crazy just two guys who are best friends who trust and love each other having some fun! Vs Theo who is at all times calculating the Least Gay Response he can have to anything that is said to him. If he was even 2% less repressed he’d be socially making cracks about how being a straight young antiquer means every woman he meets is 70 years old and in love with him. But he isn’t 2% less repressed so he is terrified of voluntarily putting the word gay/straight in the same sentence as himself in any form in case people start going hey wait a minute. That doesn’t sound right. He DOES know he was/is in love with Boris he DOES know it’s gay to have sex with a man but he’s like. That’s really bad news because I’m not gay. Oh god what do I do about that. The fact that I have done gay things. But can’t be a gay man. And the answer is play 3d appearances chess at all times at every innocuous thing someone says to him. And if/when they slept together as adults he would wake up in the middle of the night to splash water on his face and look into the mirror haunted. And is serving silently gathering his belongings to slip out before Boris wakes up so he can go and sit stock still in his room. And then Boris wakes up and is like hello! Have to go do big business. I’ll see you tonight! And leaves. They’re crazyyyyyyy. 🧡

[batsandbirdbrains]

Time for some slice of life Batfam from season 1 of yj

Inspired by discussions I’ve had with @snowrose3838

I want to see a fic where Bruce and Dick get together with Kate and Bette on Sundays for family dinner if they’re all free. I want to see Bruce and Kate gossiping about distant family members and theories they have on how so and so was actually her youngest sister’s secret mom, because she got pregnant when she wasn’t married and that was super taboo for the time period so the parents kept her home while she was pregnant then passed off their grandchild as their own little surprise baby even though their second youngest is 17 years older than the baby. I want them talking mad shit about a crazy uncle they had and how he got sent to Arkham and he killed a guy with a chair while they were both committed and it happened during some group therapy session, but he was already in Arkham, so it’s not like they could do anything else to detain him. I want Bette and Dick listening with their mouths hanging open because what the fuck is this family, it’s so insane. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

I want Bette to treat Dick like a slightly annoying little cousin, because even though he’s adopted, she’s known him since he was eight. They’re great friends and they get along, but now he’s thirteen, and thirteen year old boys are annoying as hell. I want her to make deals with him where he thinks it’s great because she’ll take him to the mall and he’ll get to hang out with her and her friends (and maybe he not-so-secretly has a crush on one of her friends, and so it’s like an extra reward that he’ll get to buy her a pretzel from Auntie Anne’s). What does she get out of the deal? No idea. Maybe he hacks the school system or something and changes a grade she got on an essay because she feels cheated that she got an 89.5% instead of a 90% and so if Dick can change it for her, she’ll bring him to the mall that weekend.

And if Bette ends up on the yj team at some point? I want her to show up to Mount Justice, a smirk on her face as she zeroes in on Robin.

“B grounded you? What for?”

And Dick is so annoyed because of course Bruce told Kate who told Bette who’s now telling everyone on the team that he’s grounded for two weeks.

“I may have,” he stresses, his shoulders tightening, “told a teacher to fuck off in a language I didn’t think she could speak. Allegedly.”

And Bette is laughing her ass off at him, because he’s so stupid and this is so damn funny to her.

“You still owe me a trip to the mall!” he shrieks at her. “Just because I can’t go this weekend doesn’t mean you don’t still owe me!”

“Fine, fine,” she says between laughs. “We’ll go when you’re un-grounded. God, you’re so stupid.”

“Hey!”

I want them to both wait outside of Gotham Academy because Alfred is picking them both up. I want Dick to complain in the car on the way home about his English teacher, and Bette gives him advice because she had the same teacher last year. I want Bette to be so proud of her little cousin, because he’s so smart that he skipped a grade, and she thinks he’s brilliant. I want Dick to think she’s super cool and so he’s always asking her fashion advice and things like that, because he wants to look cool like her.

I want them to hang out at galas, the two of them making fun of people like Lex Luthor. They’re both damn near bored to tears, but at least they can play more and more fucked up games of bingo that have squares like “Mr. Elliot gets so drunk he starts flirting with other women in front of his wife,” and “A guy tries to hit on Kate and it pisses her off so much she karate chops him in the throat when no one’s watching.” Bruce acting tipsy and putting on the Brucie act is their free space.

They both try to sneak a glass of champagne. More than once. Kate always catches them and snatches the glasses away before they can even take a sip.

When they get home, Kate lets them try champagne from the safety of Wayne manor, where no one can see them and put it in some trashy gossip column that the Wayne-Kane kids are rebellious no-good teenagers.

Idk I just want them being a family

[alainymous]

wait ik this is insane of me to take so seriously and also reply to a year after the fact (i found this while scrolling obscenely far back in the #mercystine tag) but. that's me! i made that video! and just want to say a few words in my defense

First: I promise I am a certified long-term Locked Tomb enjoyer! Read + got brainworms for the series in 2021, didn't start booktok until at least a year after Nona.

Second: for all its flaws, booktok is many people's re-entry point into reading as adults. So many of the worst (and often truthful) stereotypes about booktok stem from the fact that if you haven't read a book since reading H*rry P*tter as a kid (or since being forced to read in school), you're not going to have a developed sense of taste. You're not going to have a filter for sloppy prose or lazy worldbuilding. So you're more likely to just read whatever publishers are putting money into to make viral at the moment.

And a lot of those books? Bad! SO bad. I won't name names, because I work in bookish spaces and would like to continue doing so, but suffice to say: I have said "this is the worst thing I've ever read" about a BookTok Book™️ more times in the past few years than about all the other books I'd read in the two decades prior.

As someone who enjoys discussing books with people, and also finds many "booktok books" painfully bad: I'd like to change that! Hence the TLTposting to tiktok. So much of what gets read/popular/sold/etc is marketing, grassroots and otherwise, and publishing trends follow what types of things are currently selling. I want to see publishers spending more money on books like TLT, and less on slapping sprayed edges onto barely edited, borderline unreadable prose (because they know that's easy and will sell). (also I know The Locked Tomb isn't underground or underfunded by any means compared to other books in the genre, but it also isn't a household name the way that some other books are. you get the point)

tldr: So valid to have beef with booktok, and also ik this post was made in good fun! and also by posting my face and opinions on the internet i know i am opening myself up to being screenshotted + crossposted on other platforms. but I just wanted to add some personal context 🫶🏼

(also ik this blog is mostly empty but that's bc I'd rather not use my real name/face on my main account. i prefer to keep the bulk of my tumblr activity anonymous, as god intended)

(ALSO also: people in the rbs can disagree with me about my characterization of Mercy/Augustine's dynamic all you want, but 1) that post was made to fit a trend that was going around booktok; again, marketing, and 2) G1deon/Pyrrha were doing their own thing on the Mithraeum! John was certainly doing his own thing! M/A's relationship within the polycule is uniquely fascinating and fucked up and I will STAND by that ok ty that's all)

they found out about mercystine on booktok its so fucking over

[stayatsam]

okay i’m doing wayyyy better today about this breakup and have entered the “what the hell was all that about” phase

successfully moved my mindset from “i can’t believe i dated someone for almost half a year and he didn’t even like me” to “wait. who dates someone for that long and just pretends to have feelings for them”

i’ve been on a million dates and second dates and i have always told the other person when i’m not feeling it, especially before we get too far. and i have ended everyone of those situations amicably and with grace because it turns out adults react well to open and honest communication 🤯

[sapphic-songbird]

FUCK YES SOMEONE ASKED!!!!! Its gonna be so long im sorry

Okay so for context: we were there on the last day of park previews. We expected things to be still being worked on and totally understood! So my father and I at the end of the day split off from the group to ride monsters unchained for the second time while my mom and sisters went on Mario. So we got on at about 7:15/7:20.

About less than a minute into the ride, right after you pass the Ygor animatronic, the ride stops. So my father and I are stopped right in front of a big wall of skulls. I’ll include a photo below.

The first five minutes were pretty chill, I’ve been on a lot of rides and experienced a lot of delays- it happens! But then about 15 minutes in they announce that it’s going to be a significant delay and they turn the lights on and that’s when I started freaking out. I don’t get panic attacks very often, but I really felt like I was gonna have one. If you haven’t seen the ride vehicle yet, basically you’re off the ground, and strapped into a small seat, you can’t move much at all. And the trapped feeling was freaking me out, so for the next half an hour it was a fight to stay calm, and then slowly, the longer it was, it went from scary to just comedic.

So at this point it’s 9 and it’s fully park close. Our family is waiting outside, and they announce that they’re going to send us through with the lights on. Then fifteen more minutes pass and they announce that they in fact won’t do that and will be helping evacuate us. My dad and I were weirdly excited about that, we’re both really big theme park nerds, like, the history and the behind the scenes of rides etc and we have both always wanted to experience a ride evacuation.

However one issue, the position we were stuck in was angled slightly back in an odd way and I have blood pressure issues from POTS so my legs HURT at this point.

It takes another 45 minutes in which my dad found me some Tylenol in his pocket, as well as somehow managed to get his shoes off?? He was convinced it would feel better, I’m impressed he didn’t drop them. Some ride ops moved us over a platform.

Then our salvation came. About 30 of Floridas finest goths all team members on this ride, and they came to us like angels in black and eyeliner and start moving things in place to unload us- they even managed to find exactly where I was and bring me my cane (used for the POTS)

They were all so lovely and fuck the ride vehicle several Down from us who were cussing out the team members helping us- i get being frustrated but it really is not the team members fault and they are doing everything they can to help us, please be nice to them.

And yeah at this point it was 9:30 at night. The park closed at 9. From here I very very slowly made my way off the ride but obviously being disabled and experiencing a very complex ride evacuation did NOT mix well. The team members were so so so lovely about it, let me take my time, once I got down to the ride evac holding room thing someone got me water and chips which was great the salt sustained me, and yeah by 9:50 my dad and I were leaving the ride!

And seeing darkmoor, completely empty, in the dark of night, after a little bit of rain (it had rained while we were on the ride and was still misting lightly) all I can say is it was worth getting stuck 2 hours to see. It was beautiful, it’s how I am always gonna see darkmoor in my mind.

By the time we were out of the park I think it was about 10:20, I move slow and we had to find the rest of our family, but overall it was an insane experience that, honestly? I’m kinda glad I had. It at least makes for a fun story 💀

Hello delightful freak community I was at epic on the last day of previews and I am now obsessed with the whole darkmoore universe!! Also if anyone wants a storytime of how I got literally evacuated off of monsters unchained an hour after park close lmk anyway have some fanart I made on the flight home :) I gave Victoria an in universe version of a carabiner because she is lesbianism 🫶🏼

Credit to Mellon_Soup for the pose reference

[gingersnaptaff]

I will write this fuckin WIP. I WILL. I've been flip-flopping a lot on The Gwyn Novels recently - as to whether they're good, whether people will enjoy them, how to portray colonialism and name-fuckery and religions in conflict well, and also Gwyn's whole dealio with Celtic gods and her relationships - and I'm just like I Gotta Try, y'know?

[apostaterevolutionary]

I’m trying to glean from your posts if soukyuu no fafner is a yaoi but the characters have that early 2000s androgynous look so I can’t tell ☠️

Anon this is making me laugh so much cause it did not even occur to me that the genders would be the ambiguous part lmao (context: it's the same art style as a show I was obsessed with in my teens, so that art style raised me, you know)

Anyway, they are both dudes, yes, (and the genre is actually a mecha, idk if that's clear, the robots do not feature heavily in the posts I can find lmfao) but the question of 'are they gay' is like. There are definitely some Moments, although no on screen smooching (though surprisingly like. There's het options that are baited too and yet never go anywhere either - as far as on-screen relationships go, celibacy won in the end), but at the same time like. The only way I can describe it is with this diagram

I can't really explain it fully without just infodumping the entire series lmao but trust that I am not exaggerating when I say it might be the most intense relationship I've ever seen in anything ever, and I have seen A Lot of things

[charleemoon]

will moot still love me when im no longer into hannibal

[aromanticasterisms]

oh man no wonder i'm missing my little guys recently. we haven't seen kaeya in almost a year