#shirt anon i love that😭😭😭

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plssss no we're near winter

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(I was talking about sza’s song!!) But Where i live it’s unfortunately getting warmer again 😔 but hopefully it’ll get cold again soon but i was wearing a tshirt today and was too hot actually i took off my jacket and was still tooo hot :((((

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hhhhhhhh,,,, will we ever get a ruv kitty

idk i think itd be very neat to see ruv kitty cuddled up next to sarv kitty

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also wee Rasazy <333

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] - Chapter 24- Finale

Author Note from 👢 anon: Hi guys, the final chapter is here. The idea was to have one more, but once I put those final words there, I knew little family was over. I want to thank b, for giving me the space to write this story that started with asks and blurbs before becoming this big thing. I really appreciate all you guys. It's probably a one-time thing, but I'm happy. Please enjoy the finale of our little family. And I wouldn't be me without a smut, so we have that too.

Having three kids is not easy. Everyone has a different schedule. Noah is a mini hurricane. El is a little more chill, but she likes to play with her little brother. Lily normally is at school in the afternoon, but when she gets home. Mommy loses her mind. 

You're not going to complain. You love how close they are. That's what you wanted since the beginning. It's just not easy on Mommy. When Miles has a day off, things get very chaotic at the Wood household. 

Entering Miles' last year of contract with Colorado leaves three options: He's going to extend, go somewhere else, or retire. At the end of the day, this is his choice. The only thing you asked of him is to think about their family in this process. Other than that, you guys don't talk about it. 

But he's making an extra effort to take care of you. Miles never really asked about your hopes and dreams, but lately, he's been doing this. And a couple of days later, they happen. 

The latest is the art class he signed you up for, after you told him that you liked to paint when you were younger. Miles has been doing the little things since Noah joined you guys. 

…..

As the months fly by after you gave birth to Noah. Miles is starting to notice a few changes. They're small, but he loves to see it. 

He wants to spend more time with you. Use the time he missed when he was an asshole to you. He knows you don't mind, that it's water under the bridge. But to him, it matters. 

You guys are sitting in the living room watching your babies playing together. Miles keeps glancing at you, with soft eyes. 

You're making Lily giggle as you tickle her. This is it right here. This is what Miles wants. To be with his family. El gets into the tickling session, too, while Noah shakes his rattle like crazy. 

You check the clock, seeing that it's almost time for Noah's feeding and a snack for the girls. You whispers to Miles what you're going to do that. Miles nods, saying he'll keep an eye on the kids. 

You're cutting the fruits for the girls when you feel Miles' big, strong arms around your waist. You lean against him with a sigh. Miles kisses your shoulder blade, resting his forehead on your back. 

“Babe, let's travel.” You stop cutting the fruits, putting the knife down before you spin to face Miles. “Okay ??? Is it a family trip or an us trip.” 

“Family trip.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Okay, have any place in mind ?” Miles rubs little circles on your hips.

“Hmm, idk, maybe Disney.” You arch your brow at him and smile.

“That's a good idea, babe. I think the kids will enjoy it, but are you ready to carry the babies around ?” Miles chuckles, making you smile.

“Yeah, I am.” You kiss him because that's all you need. 

You rest your forehead on his before shifting to kiss him softly. Your hands wander a little bit before stopping on his ass. “Mama, is going to need some daddy time soon.” You whisper against his lips, Miles groans before kissing you again. 

You squeeze his ass when he turns to go see the kids again. And you move to finish the food for the babies. 

You watch the girls eat their food while you feed Noah. In a few days, you and Miles are going to a team event, the first time since Noah that you're going to one with Miles. You're a little nervous but you want to have fun. That's the goal. 

You're getting ready in the bathroom a couple of days later. You're hearing the girls giggle in your bed. Then, Miles' voice. You smile, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. 

Miles sees the girls in bed when he gets there to ask you to choose the tie he needs to wear tonight. Since you were not having him matching the color of his tie with his shirt. They're giggling, while Noah is in his bassinet sleeping. El smiles at him, showing her little teeth. She had your smile and Miles love that so much. 

“Mommy looks so petty, dad” He smiles because he knows that. But for her to say the words It's because it's true. 

It doesn't take long for you to leave the bathroom with a dark blue dress, putting your earrings on. Miles stops and just stares at you. Your hair is up, your makeup is light, but highlights all your natural beauty. 

You can feel your cheeks starting to get warmer as Miles looks at you. 

“Babe, can you zip me up ?” Miles blinks a few times before walking closer to you. He pulls your zipper up, letting his finger linger a little on your skin, sending goosebumps through your body. 

You thank him softly as you turn to look at him. He's showing you the ties for you to choose. “Which one, babe ?” You point to the one that is thicker and the color is similar to your dress. 

He offers you the tie to put on him. You work carefully, making sure the knot looks just right. Even with your kids in the room with you guys, you and Miles are in your own world. The girls watch their parents being in love with each other. 

As you finish tying his tie, the doorbell rings, and the girls cheer. Their nanny is there. You ask Miles to open the door while you finish getting ready. Lily helps El get out of the bed, and they follow Miles like little ducks. 

You smile at your baby boy sleeping peacefully. Today is going to be a good day. You finish getting ready, and you carry Noah with you downstairs. He is still asleep, and you need some baby cuddles before leaving. 

Miles smiles seeing you with Noah. The girls are already having a great time with their nanny. He loves watching you being a mom. 

You pass Noah to the nanny. Telling her about his eating and that you changed him not too long ago. Then it's time to say bye to all your babies before going out with your husband. 

Having time for yourself has been easy for you lately. It's not a struggle anymore. After Noah, you and Miles continue having date nights with each other and the girls, but each one has a parent. Knowing that they love you no matter what, you're starting to find that balance between being a mom, wife, and woman. That's what you're going to show Miles tonight.

On your way to the hotel, Miles hand found the perfect spot on your thigh. You rest your hand on top of his brushing his veins with your thumb. It makes him smile, seeing how comfortable you are after struggling at first going to team events.

“Are you ready to be the arm candy today, babe ?” Miles looks over to you when the light is red. 

“Hell yeah. You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” You smile, squeezing his hand. You're so giddy, and Miles is making you feel ever better than you already are. 

As soon as you guys get to the hotel, Miles is being pulled away, which is fine. You go grab a drink for yourself and for him too. You find him to give him the drink and stay a little bit in the circle of players that are talking. His hand finds the small of your back. 

Peyton comes to pull you away from the guys. You and her start to mingle and talk with the sponsors. You and Miles are thinking about starting a foundation to help people, so you want to learn more. The idea is for when the kids get into their teen years.

You step away to get another drink, but before you can leave the bar, one of the sponsors joins you. You guys start to talk about the charity. He starts to touch you slightly, and things get a little flirty. You don't know if he likes the thrill of flirting with a hockey player's wife. You flirt back but not give him much. 

Then you feel those blue eyes on you, you know, Miles is watching. You look over your shoulder and smirk at him. It doesn't take long for him to come join you. His hand stops closer to your ass. You chuckle and introduce Miles to the guy. 

Miles gets tense beside you as you continue the conversation, bringing Miles into the loop. After 10 minutes or so, the guy leaves, leaving you and Miles alone. 

“What was that ?” You look at Miles innocently. 

“What do you mean ?” Miles gives you the I'm not kidding look. You smirk, running your hand through your hair. 

“Just meeting new people, having fun.” He knows what you're doing.

“Yeah, right.” You chuckle, and before Miles can say anything, they're calling him to talk to someone. 

You move to the table to wait for Miles to come back. You're looking at the liquid in your glass. 

“Everything is okay, babe ?” You feel Miles' hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just waiting for you.” Miles nods and sits beside you. 

“I don't want to go home yet, I want to have fun with you.” Miles arches his brow. 

“And what do you have in mind, sweetheart ?” You smirk, leaning forward. You nibble his ear lobe before whispering to him.

“Get fucked by my husband.” 

Miles loses his damn mind hearing those words. His brain stops working, so he's going to need you to help him out. 

“Okay, let's get a room and have some fun.” You kiss his lips before standing up, pulling him with you. You guys gather your things, using the kids as an excuse to say goodbye. Then, moving to the front desk to book a room. 

As soon as you guys are inside the elevator, Miles is pinning you with his hips against the wall. You slide your hands over his chest, wrapping around his neck. Feeling his semi makes you smile. Teasing him is one of the moments that you have the most fun. 

You can see the desire and passion in his deep blue eyes. 

“Fuck, I love you so much.” Those words are music to your ears. Miles really helped you over the years with your confidence. When he really started loving you, be there for you, that's when you started to heal. 

“I love you too.” You kiss him as the elevator stops at your floor. 

You pull Miles towards the door, and you let him open it and push him against it once it's closed. Your lips assault his, bringing a throaty moan from him.  You work on untying his tie as you kiss him. Then you nibble his bottom lip, pulling away. 

“Sit on the chair.” You tell Miles. He can hear a difference in your voice. He does what you told him to do. You ask him to unzip your dress first. You walk around him, bringing his arms to his back, tying his hands on his back with his tie. Miles' eyes are full of desire. 

You take a deep breath because this is the first time you're going to do this. First, you open Miles’ shirt, showing his abs and chest. You move close to him, kissing your way down. You're taking advantage of that big man being tied. 

Miles likes to be in control, but he can see this is something you need. So he's going to behave. 

You mark his chest and abs. As you put your heels on his abs, you stumble a little bit because of the dress. You're about to stop when Miles' voice fills your ear with a praise saying how hot that it's. So you continue. You pull your foot back before straddling him. Grinding yourself against his growing bulge. 

Miles moan at every movement of your hips. He has his eyes closed, enjoying how good you feel. You look at him, staring at the way his face moves with every wave of pleasure getting to him. Miles opens his eyes, giving you that confidence boost that you need. 

You get up from his lap, taking a couple of steps back. You turn your back to miles and slowly drop your dress. As your dress hits the floor, you look over your shoulder at him with a smirk. 

He throws his head back with a curse, you take that advantage, and move back to where he is. Kissing his showing skin, stopping at his belt. Miles' eyes are so glued on you, watching every movement that you're making. 

You kiss his bulge as you work on opening his pants. Miles hisses when you rub your thumb along his tip. You love having him falling apart under your touch. You start licking Miles cock like a lollipop, long and short licks at first without taking him inside your mouth. He hates every second of it. 

“Babe, please, I need that warm and wet mouth of yours.” You smirk, stroking him softly. He's going to say something, but you decide to play with his balls. Rolling his eyes inside his head. 

You pull back, moving to untie him. He gets up so fast that it makes you giggle. He wraps those big hands on your ass wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel his heavy length against your ass. 

He attacks your neck as he carries you to the bed. He throws you on the bed as you bounce onto the mattress, Miles strips himself. You wait for him with opened legs holding yourself on your elbows. 

He licks his lips before he walks towards you. His wait is so welcomed on top of you. Your lips connected right away, and you sigh into the kiss, running your hand on the hair of the back of miles’s neck. 

Miles works his way to take your underwear off. You wiggle to help him take it off your body. 

“Still think you should have come without one, sweetheart.” You nibble his bottom lip. 

“Nope, I'm a mother of three now, wood. I'm not doing that. But I'm always up to get dicked down by you.” He smirks as he shifts to get on his knees. 

You reach for his dick. This time, you take him inside. You're both without thinking twice. Miles curses as his hands work on spreading your legs for him. He runs his finger through your folds, humming at how wet you're. 

“So wet for me, babe. I knew you liked sucking me. It turns you on, right ?” You pull back from his cock smiling. “Yep.” Miles thinks about a smart reply but you're already taking him inside your mouth again.

He slides his Index finger inside you while his thumb brushes against your clit. You moan around him, making Miles groan and buck his hips against your mouth. 

You gag a little using his trunk thighs as support. As Miles speed up his pace, you can't control yourself anymore, so your movements start to get lazy. He adds another finger to bring you over the edge. 

“C'mon pretty girl cum for me.” You moan, throwing your head back, as you stroke him. 

A couple minutes later, you're coming undone around his fingers, moaning his name. He works you through your orgasm before licking his fingers clean. 

Miles takes your hand from his dick as he moves to settle between your legs. He checks on you first. You can feel his heavy dick on your thigh. You reach to get it, but Miles swats your hand. You purse your lips, but it doesn't take long for Miles to crash your lips with his. 

You moan into the kiss as you dig your heels on Miles ass bringing him closer to where you need him right now. Miles knows you're ready for him, so while you guys kiss, he slides his dick inside you. 

He smirks into the kiss while you pull his hair to breathe. He takes this advantage to attack your neck. 

“Move your hips, Woody.” He chuckles into your neck as he starts to move his hips. Just the way you like, long and deep thrusts.

You just stare at him with heart eyes. You guys are really here after everything. Miles places both of your legs on his chest, his hands go to your hips lifting you from the bed, and he starts to slam his hips hard and faster against you. 

“Oh” that's the only thing you can say right now, Miles smirks at your reply and continues making you see stars. 

He's struggling to not cum in this position. You're so tight around him and he loves it. Miles lowers one of your legs shifting your hips a little to the side, this new angle hits all the sweet spots inside you. Miles starts to change the pace and then speeds up again. He's making your toes curl. 

He knows that you're close by the way you're calling his name. He places his thumb on your clit rubbing circles, you curse reaching for his arm that it's close to your throat. 

He presses his thumb firmly against your clit, saying some dirty things in the process. A minute later, you're cumming hard around him, Miles struggles to move his hips but he works you through it. 

He kisses your leg before putting it back on the bed. Miles watches you spent under him. You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. 

“You didn't cum, I want your seeds, babe.” Miles curses as he starts to move his hips again. You scratch his chest smirking. 

Miles stops and pulls back. He taps your hips, and you roll to be on your knees. As soon you're ready, he's sliding inside you again. Miles snaps his hips harder and faster against you. Both of his hands hold your hips for advantage. 

You drop your face on the mattress and cross your ankles, making yourself as tight as possible for him. Miles groans and curses, moving his hips. He pulls you by your stomach flush against his body. He nibbles your ear and whispers how good you feel. You're perfect for him, and you take him so well. 

Meanwhile you're rubbing your clit, you can feel another one close and you need to get there with him. You call his name a few times, before cumming around him. Miles can't continue any further he cums right after you. 

He collapses behind you, pushing you against the mattress. He tries to put more of his weight on the mattress. You can feel him smiling against your skin. 

“Good girl.” You smile, feeling his lips on your shoulder. Miles pulls off, and you whimper. That's not a good feeling after amazing sex. He rolls you so you can lay on top of him. 

You sigh, kissing his chest. For now, you're going to enjoy this couple of minutes naked with him. Before having to change and go back to reality. 

………

As the season and the year go by, you continue being so grateful for your family. The kids give Miles the distraction that he needs. He is still the majority girl dad, but being Noah's dad changed him. You're so proud of him and the man he became. 

Now you're watching him walk around Disney carrying your babies, while Noah is in his stroller. If Miles thought that forechecking was hard, he's very wrong. The girls are giving him a run for his money. 

If you had any hope of Noah, having something of you. You can give up. He's another Miles mini, and they look adorable, matching with their goofy shirts. 

After a really long day, going to basically all the attractions in the park. You and Miles are sitting on the balcony of your hotel room watching the stars while all the kids crash so hard. 

You reach for Miles' hand, but he pulls you into his lap. You rest your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you. You kiss his chest while taking a big breath. You're exhausted, but this memory to the kids means the world to you. 

Miles kisses your head, brushing circles with his thumb on your hips. You're almost falling asleep on his lap when his voice brings you back. 

“Babe, I'm done.” You blink a few times being a little confused.

“Okay ?” He can see that you're not following his thoughts right now. 

“I'm done with hockey, babe. This is what I want….” You shift to look at him. This is the first time that he ever brought this subject. “... my whole life, I chased my dream of playing in the league and winning the cup. But lately, I don't feel the same thing. And what I want is to have more days like today. Spend time with our babies and you. I want to take Lily to school and pick her up every day. I want to be there for El. I don't want to continue missing moments with her, and I'm already missing so many milestones with Noah. I don't want that anymore.” He looks at you waiting for you to say something. 

“Keep going, babe.” That's what he needed. Miles takes a deep breath. 

“I want to be with you, take care of you, I don't want to continue going to bed knowing that maybe I need to go to a game or travel the other day. I want to wake up with you, have soft morning sex or just cuddles, and have breakfast as a family. Enjoy the sunrise and sunset with you in our backyard in Denver and in Massachusetts. So, I'm retiring at the end of the season. It doesn't matter what happens.” You cup his cheek and kiss him softly and tenderly. 

“Babe, that's what you want ?” He licks his lips, looking eyes with you. “Yes, it's.” You smile softly.

“Okay, I can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you at home.” Miles grins before leaning in to kiss you. You guys cuddle until Noah needs a diaper change.

…….

Knowing that this is going to be Miles' last season, it doesn't make it easier to watch his games. Shortly after you guys got back from the trip, Miles went to talk to the Avs front office, his coach, and the leadership group.

 At first, you thought he just said that because of the circumstances and feelings from the trip. But knowing that he talked to them made you believe him. Since coming back, Miles has been playing free, and it looks like he's happy with his decision. 

But it doesn't mean it's easier for you, knowing that every game can be his last. You're trying to enjoy this road as much as possible. 

One afternoon, Miles was getting ready for the game. The Avs are one game away from being eliminated from the playoffs. You're watching him get ready from the bed while El takes her nap, and Noah explores the bed. 

Miles can sense that you're nervous, having a bunch of scenarios in your head. And he's not wrong. You would love for him to come out on top, but you also know that's not how it works. 

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and you're looking at Noah, who is trying to do something new. 

“Babe, what's wrong ?” He squeezes your hand. You sigh before looking at him. “Just worried, I know I don't have a choice here, but this is not the way I would like for you to finish your career.” Miles nods and just hugs you. He knows that he can say so many words, and yet none will make you feel better. 

“I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you, Miles. No matter what happens today, I'm the proudest woman alive.” Miles gets emotional and hugs you tighter. “I love you too, babe.” 

You pull back, cleaning his tears and kissing him. Baby Noah wants in on the action, too. He puts his head in between you two to get kisses. You both kiss him before Miles gets up to finish getting ready. 

You hug Noah, watching Miles finish getting ready. He comes to peck your lips and give Noah one more kiss. Then he goes to kiss El before going to the arena. 

You go along with the rest of your afternoon routine. Pick Lily up from school, then let her have a quick nap while the youngest goes crazy. Then it's time to go to the arena and watch Miles. 

You're not the only one that is nervous with today's game. You can feel the whole Ball Arena holding their breath. Especially when the Avs are down one game. Noah is watching everything from your lap. That one year old loves hockey so much.

The jumbotron zooms into the Avs bench, and you see Miles having a really determined look in his eyes. And you know he's not going down without a fight. But first, the avs need to kill a penalty. 

Miles gets on the ice to continue the penalty killing. The puck is blocked, and he picks it up, turning the jets on. The whole arena gets up, and Noah squeals, putting his arms up. You take a deep breath as Miles shoots the puck. 

Your brain doesn't process right away, but the buzzer is going off, the arena is going insane, and Miles is being crushed by his teammates. Then you look at Peyton, murmuring a soft, holy shit. She chuckles before hugging you. 

That's the spark the Avs needed to turn this series around. The Avs win and live to see another day in the playoffs. 

Waiting for Miles in the family lounge feels like forever. Noah is sleeping in his stroller. El is sleeping on you, and Lily is almost sleeping, but she wants to see Daddy first. She's really fighting her sleep. Every time the door opens, she's looking over, until her favorite person in the whole world shows up. 

She runs into his arms, you and Miles lock eyes, little tears forming in your eyes as you smile at him. Miles picks Lily up before walking to you. He kisses you softly. He rests his forehead on yours. 

“Thank you for coming and bringing them. It means the world to me.” You smile softly. “There isn't any other place we would rather be.” You kiss him. Miles takes El from you, so you can carry the stroller. 

You rest your hand on Miles’ back as you guys walk to the car. After settling all the babies in their car seats, Miles pulls you into a hug, and you fist his suit jacket as you hide your face on his chest. 

You know that you don't control the end result of his career, but you can't help feeling emotional about this. You know that you weren't with him from the beginning. A lot of things happened while he was in Jersey, and you know it wasn't easy, Denver, at first.  

Watching him become this amazing man, father, and husband means the world to you. Being beside him when he won his ultimate goal, it's just out of this world. You know you can't control what 's going to happen from now on. But you're going to be happy and celebrate him. 

Miles kisses your hair and holds you close. He knows you're trying to be strong for him in case he needs that, but you're the stronger one since day one, you became the strongest person in this relationship after his reaction to you being pregnant, and that wasn't fair to you. So he's going to be there for you. 

You pull back from the hug, and he cups your cheeks with both of his hands.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to get emotional” He smiles softly at you.

“Don't be, I can't imagine how hard this has been for you. But at the end of the day, the score doesn't matter for me anymore. I have our kids and you. That's what matters, sweetheart.” You nod, Miles leans to kiss you, pouring all his love for you. 

It wasn't easy to get to this point, but it was so worth it. Miles is worth it. The kids are worth it. 

…….

A couple weeks later, you're at the ball arena again with Miles' whole family beside you. This time, watching Miles clinch the cup with the Avs. His second cup.

Since that game where they were on the verge of getting eliminated, the Avs have been playing on another level. Miles, too, it makes you so happy seeing him just be himself out there. 

Like always, you can't help being nervous about the game. Holding Noah is definitely a little harder this time. He's squirming the whole game. He can sense this is a big one. 

This game is a little more tense than you expected, with a lot of defense being played, no one wanting to give the other team a chance to score first. 

But then the Avs get an opportunity, and the game starts to get more to their liking. It feels like the clock stopped in time, and then the buzzer goes off. The relief goes through your body as you hug your youngest. 

Cheryl looks at you before you guys share a hug. When you pull back from the hug, they're showing Miles on the jumbotrom. Noah claps because that's his dad. 

You guys wait until it's time to hit the ice. The girls go look for their dad while you walk behind with Noah. Miles picks both girls up at the same time, making them giggle. You watch them for a little while as you get closer with Noah. He's too squirmy right now, making your life very difficult. 

Miles puts the girls down after a couple of kisses. He reaches for his baby boy. His smile is just the best. You're beaming with pride as you put the towel on his sweaty jersey. Noah doesn't care, but you do. 

You're about to take a step back giving Miles time with his baby boy, but his free hand hooks on your lower back as he pulls you close for a kiss. 

You rest your forehead on his. 

“Congratulations, my two-time stanley Cup champion.” Miles licks his lips, looking at you.

“I could say the same to you, babe.” You chuckle, feeling your cheeks getting warm. You kiss him one more time. 

“Okay, I'm going to go look for the girls. Enjoy this time with him.” You winkle at Miles before turning to go look for your crazy girls. 

Miles watches your ass as you go. You find the girls playing with one of the single guys. Miles greets his parents and the rest of his family when you’re back with the girls to make keep his family company. Miles takes Noah to skate around the arena, pointing to where daddy's banner is going to be. 

Noah rubs his eyes with his little hands. This skating is making him relax and sleepy. But first, a family picture needs to happen. He comes back and passes Noah to you before he goes to track down the cup. You hold Noah watching all the players celebrate with their families this special moment. 

Miles places the cup in front of you guys. You all take a few pictures before you place Noah in the cup. Miles smiles, seeing his dream come true. 

Lily looks up at miles. “Daddy, Noah is in the cup.” Miles smiles so bright.

“Yes, he is, babe.” 

He looks at you with such soft eyes, you smile cupping his cheek. For a couple of minutes, you and Miles lose yourself in your own bubble. Looking at each other and resting your foreheads together.

“We did it, Woody. We made it.” Miles nods and kisses you. 

[jeniffercheck]

Everyone talks about Succ casting about the roy siblings...but karolina IS dag like it's crazy

like the fact of the matter is that karolina would not be karolina if it weren't dag playing her like it's the eyebrows, it's the fuckass bob, it's the power suits, it's the way she emphasizes words, it's the way that there are moments where she flirts with other women LIKE

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Hello, sporadic introvert here who came back to find you’ve been having a rough time. I love your story and just wanted to throw some positive vibes your way. You yoinked me out of a completely different fandom and, as someone who doesn’t like heroes or smut a lot, I want to say that your writing is so amazing and I love it. I literally had an ‘I love books’ moment at one point it was so good. Also fellow acespec and dragon lover!?!! You’re awesome, hope you have a great day/night!

Thank you so, so much anon! 😭😭😭 Definitely grateful for any positive vibes rn. Things have been not so fun lately, and with very little breathing room amidst the Series of Unfortunate Events: Pasta Edition. I'm so, so tickled to know that I pulled you from another fandom though, and that you enjoy it even if it's outside your usual! I really did want TRT to feel a bit more down on the ground/street level, which granted is absolutely the vibe Daredevil has, but it's also a feeling I wanted to keep, and I also absolutely wanted to make sure any acespecs could enjoy the plot too even if smut is skipped; I like to think of smut as a side dish with the communal TRT meal, with readers free to pile it high on their plate or pass the whole bowl on to the next person as needed. 🥰

ALSO YESSSSS, ACESPEC DRAGON LOVER SOLIDARITY.🐉😎

i have no idea what's going on in this gif but it was under 'salute' so let's roll with it

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genre: established relationship, humour

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

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[blindedguilt]

Have you ever just considered adopting a little girl? You'd be a good dad outside of... Erm... Well you wouldn't have to worry if it was a girl, Leonard.

"What?"

Often he wasn't one to express such blunt surprise, but the idea had taken Leonard aback. A moment of silence, a seemingly baffled expression of confusion on his face, and then a slow sigh. Leonard shook his head.

"...Surely not. No matter what, I could not even think to entrust another young life to the same hands that brought on the deaths of my brothers. I could not."

It had almost seemed a charming idea for a moment, to raise a life after the war in account for those that had been lost — as much as it pained him, he already doubted he could go on to raise young Seere himself — but that same doubt clouded his mind the more he considered it. Who could say whatever girl in question would really be safe? That wasn't even accounting for his pact-partner, who's likely cruelty towards whatever orphan-in-theory would surely be enough to send any child to tears. How could he ever prevent — or manage — all of that?

He didn't think he had the courage to find out.

[23victoria]

“what did you just call me?”❁

f1 grid x fem!reader

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz

authros note: thank you anon for the request!!! hope you like it🤍! just fluff and comedy ig!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! also sorry if your name is April!! 😭

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Max

You are sitting in your apartment, the scent of Max's cologne lingering in the air. The two of you have just come back from dinner, and you're now nestled comfortably on the couch. Max is s through channels on the TV, looking relaxed in a simple T-shirt and jeans.

"Hey, Marcus, can you pass me the remote?" you say absentmindedly.

Max freezes, his hand hovering over the remote. He turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"

You look up at him with innocent eyes. "I called you Max."

He shakes his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing. "No, you didn't. You called me Marcus. Who the fuck is Marcus? That’s a ugly ass name."

You feign surprise. "No way, Max. Why would I call you Marcus? I don’t know anyone named Marcus."

Max leans forward, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. "Are you fucking with me?"

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Marcus."

Face turning red, he crosses his arms, his biceps bulging slightly. "You definitely called me Marcus. You got a boyfriend named Marcus I don’t know about?"

You laugh, unable to keep up the act any longer. "Alright, you got me. It was a prank. I would never call you by someone else’s name baby, you know that."

Max's stern expression softens into a grin. "You and your pranks," he says, shaking his head. "Don’t do it again, you had my heart racing."

You lean in and kiss him on the cheek. "Promise, Max. You're the only one on my mind."

Lewis

You're in the passenger seat of Lewis car, the city lights of Monaco illuminating the night. Lewis, ever the style icon, is dressed impeccably in a designer jacket and sunglasses, even though it's already dark.

"Lucas, can you turn up the music?" you ask casually.

Lewis takes his eyes off the road for a moment, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "What did you just call me?"

You glance at him with a confused expression. "I called you Lewis."

He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, you called me Lucas."

You maintain your innocent demeanor. "Lucas? Why would I call you Lucas? I think you're hearing things, Lewis."

He pulls over parking the car and turns to you, "I know what I heard. You said Lucas? Are you thinking about someone else while you're with me?"

You try to hold back your laughter. "Of course not, Lucas. Why would I think about anyone else when I'm with you?"

Lewis' jaw drops as he stares at you in shock. "Right there!?! Just now! You called me Lucas? Who the fuck is Lucas? And why is he on your mind?!"

You finally let out a laugh. "Alright, alright. I’m sorry baby! It was a prank."

Lewis shakes his head, sighing in relief, smiling. "You love messing with me, don't you? You almost made me shit my pants. I was getting ready to drive back home and say ‘fuck it’ to dinner."

You grin and laughing. "Not you getting ready to cancel dinner! You was gonna let me starve?!”

“Hell yeah! Coming in my car calling me another mans name!” he’s says exasperated.

“Baby, you know I would never call you by the wrong name." you say rubbing the back of his neck.

He reaches over and squeezes your thigh as he kisses you. "Just making sure. Because there's only room for one man in your heart and that’s me."

Lando

You're at the beach, lounging on a sunbed next to Lando. The sound of waves crashing against the shore is soothing, as the sounds of people laughing fill the air, the sun shining brightly making your skin glow.

"Levi, can you pass me the sunscreen?" you ask without thinking.

Lando sits up, his relaxed expression turning serious. "What did you just call me?"

You look at him with wide eyes. "I called you Lando."

He frowns. "No, you said Levi."

You tilt your head, pretending to be confused. "I’m pretty sure I know my boyfriend's name is Lando not Levi."

“Well I'm pretty sure you don’t since you called me Levi, I heard you, unless I’m turning deaf at 24.” he says with an annoyed tone.

He takes his sunglasses off, his boyish face looking a bit hurt. "Are you sure you're not mixing me up with your side piece named Levi?"

You stifle a giggle. "Side piece?!? I’m not cheating on you, Lando. Why would I do that?"

He narrows his eyes at you. "Because you just called me another man’s name."

“Okay, but what makes you think you're not the side piece?” you say with a straight face.

He freezes staring you at jaw dropped, in shock not knowing what to say, “Wha-“

You burst out laughing, unable to keep the charade going. "I’m joking baby. It was a prank!"

Lando still stares at you trying to comprehend what just happened. Frowning he says “Why would I be the side piece?”

You start to laugh uncontrollably, “That’s what you're focused on! Seriously! I told you I was just playing with you!”

Lando's frown turns into a slight smile. "Yea but, I’m not side piece material, I’m main piece material.” he says softly.

You smile, shaking your head. “Yes Lando, you are main piece material, that's why you're my boyfriend.”

You take his hands in yours, “You being more offended being called a side piece than another man’s name is concerning.” You say in humor and slight disbelief.

He leans over kissing you on the nose. "Because we all know I’m boyfriend material. Unlike whoever this “Levi” is."

“You’re something else.” you say laughing at his antics.

Charles

You're in the kitchen, helping him cook dinner. The aroma of fresh basil and tomatoes fills the air, making your mouth water. You take the freshly chopped onions and throw it in the pan.

"Chris, can you pass me the olive oil?" you ask casually.

Charles stops chopping vegetables and looks at you, bewildered. "What did you just call me?"

You give him an innocent look. "I called you Charles."

He shakes his head slowly, a puzzled expression on his face. "No, you said Chris."

You blink at him. "Did I? I don't think so, Chris."

He narrows his eyes, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You just called me Chris again.”

“No I didn’t, I just called you Charles.” you say seriously.

“Nope, you didn’t.” Putting down the knife, walking towards you. He says, “Who’s Chris?"

"I don’t know. I don’t know anyone named Chris.” You say trying to keep a straight face.

Charles steps closer, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well clearly you do because you just called me his name."

“I’m telling you I didn’t call you that. You’re just hearing things.” you say starting to get nervous.

“Am I?” he says, staring at you.

You can't help but laugh nervously. "Alright, holy fuck! It was a prank! Stop being all scary!"

Charles shakes his head, chuckling. "You're lucky I knew you were just joking. Just don't let it happen again." He says as he moves closer to your wrapping his hand around your neck squeezing it softly as he says “Your mine and mine only. Yes?”

“Yes.” you say breathlessly as he kisses you briefly before pulling away, smirking as he says “You burned the onions.”

“Oh shit!” you say turning around to turn off the stove as Charles laughs.

Oscar

You're sitting in the living room, watching a movie together. The lights are dimmed, and the atmosphere is cozy and intimate.

"Oliver, can you pass me the ice cream?" you ask, your eyes glued to the screen.

Oscar pauses the movie and looks at you, confused. "What did you just say?”

“I asked if you could pass me the ice cream? you say confused.

”No. What did you just call me?" He says turning his body towards you.

You glance at him, playing innocent. "I called you Oscar."

He shakes his head, a slight frown forming. "No, you said Oliver."

You feign surprise. "Who the fuck is Oliver?"

He leans back, crossing his arms. "That’s what the fuck I’m trying to figure April, sorry I mean Y/N?

You gasp saying “Who the fuck is April?”

“I don’t know, who the fuck is Oliver?” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Babe I called you Oscar so why the fuck are you calling me April?” you say trying not to laugh.

“Why the fuck did you call me Oliver, April? Why are you thinking about this man instead of paying attention to the movie?" he says.

You struggle to keep a straight face. "Stop calling me April!! And I’m not, Oscar. Why would I think about anyone else? Why are you thinking about some girl named April?"

He narrows his eyes, his face holding a scowl he says, "Because you just called me another man’s name, April."

“My names not April, Oliver.” You shaking your head while rolling your eyes. "I was just trying to annoy you, it was a prank."

Oscar's frown turns into a smile. "I know April. You really like messing with me, don't you?"

You grin and nod. "Yes Oliver, I can't help it!”

“But you know I would never actually call you by the wrong name baby." you say as you crawl into his lap straddling him.

He wraps his arms around your waist bringing you closer, kissing you. "I know baby, just making sure."

Carlos

You're outside in your backyard, relaxing by the pool with Carlos. The sun is shining, and the sound of water gently splashing adds to the tranquil atmosphere. You lean back in your chair, enjoying the warmth, and then decide to add a bit of fun to the moment.

"Babe, could you get me a drink, please?" you ask sweetly.

Carlos gets up with a smile. "Sure thing baby!"

As he heads to the kitchen, you call out, "Thanks, Marcus!"

Carlos stops in his tracks and turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Marcus?"

You feign innocence. "What? I said Carlos."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, you definitely said Marcus. Who's this Marcus guy?"

You giggle. "What are you talking about? I said Carlos."

Carlos narrows his eyes playfully. "Alright, if that's how you want to play it."

A few moments later, he returns with your drink and hands it to you. "Here you go, my love."

"Thanks, Marcus," you say with a grin.

Carlos doesn't miss a beat. "Oh, okay." Without warning, he scoops you up in his arms.

You scream, "Carlos, put me down!"

He grins devilishly. "You said Marcus, remember?" And with that, he jumps into the pool, taking you with him. You both splash into the water, and when you come up for air, you sputter, "Carlos, what the hell?"

He laughs, brushing the wet hair from his face. "Oh, looks like you do know my name."

You roll your eyes but can't help but laugh along with him. " Of course I know your name baby."

He pulls you close, still smiling. "I know you do. I can play games too, cariño, if you want me to."

You both laugh, “No, no. You win.” you say pulling away from him. “For now." Then, with a quick motion, you splash water into his face and make a dash for the edge of the pool.

Carlos wipes his face, laughing. "Oh, that’s how you want to play cariño, you're so going to get it now!" He starts to chase you as you scramble out of the pool, both of you laughing.

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𝐏𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` How does Charles Leclerc pull more girls than me? ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃?: Yes! (Part of 1K Event!)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Y/N loves Alex and Charles. And Charles and Alex happen to love her too. Problem? People don’t know that she doesn’t just love Charles, but both of them.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ Charles Leclerc x Alexandra Saint-Mleux x Fem!Ballerina!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ GOOGLE TRANSLATED FRENCH (I DO NOT KNOW FRENCH AT ALL 😭😭), A LOT OF ONLINE HATE, accusations. POLY COUPLE! (I know this is not everyones thing, so as a just in case before the start of the fic.), this is not timeline accurate!!

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ Dear anon, I have no clue who you are but the fact we had the same idea proves wonders. I had a Alex and Charles fic planned almost identical to what you requested! The only difference I made was that the reader does ballet 🩷 Tysm for this request! I just love alex sm 🩷😫

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y/n.silvousplait back in the studio 🩰 🪞(+ art piece alex shared with me! fitting isn’t it? 🫣)

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username1 is this the girl charles keeps getting spot with when alex is gone??

username2 charles… get behind me and alex…

username3 the fact you guys are hating on a girl who could literally be his friend is insane…

alexandrasaintmleux je te ressemble beaucoup haha ! (very much like you haha!)

→ y/n.silvousplait 🥴🥴 → username4 haha!! no!! go away y/n!! → username5 alex we know what you’re thinking → username6 DRAG HER!! 🗣️ 🔥 → username7 alexandra >>>> whoever tf y/n is.

username8 no because i don’t trust this girl…

→ username9 fr like why are you hanging out with someone elses man??? 💀 → username10 because she is friends with charles and alex??? she got alex flowers with charles to help support her…??? AS LITERALLY SHOWN IN PHOTOS?? you all act as if they don’t know about each other when y/n and alex have known each other for forever… fake ass fans just all a bunch of mob mentality.

charles_leclerc ✔︎ 🤍

→ username1 UHM. → username2 Chalres Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc. → username3 not a good look buddy 💀 → username4 don’t hang out with that bitch anymore 💀 you have a gf charles → username5 don’t break alex’s heart for some rando :(

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y/n.silvousplait fun in the sun 🌞 🌊

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username11 put a damn shirt on no one wants to see you

→ username12 putting a photo of her and alex together as if she wasn’t seen with charles earlier this month is actually INSANE. → username13 NO BECAUSE THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY…

username14 the photo of charles is just the cherry on top.

username15 no yeah this girl so fucking two faced 💀

alexandrasaintmleux la plus jolie 🩷(Translation: the prettiest)

y/n.silvousplait et toi 🫶 (Translation: And you)

charles_leclerc ✔︎ les plus belles filles du monde!

→ username16 men. → username17 commenting this on your gf’s friend’s post is crazy. → username18 the double standard here is unhinged. → username19 @ username18 NO BC EVERYONE IS HATING ON HER AS IF CHARLES ISN’T THE ONE DOING THIS SHIT TOO. NONE OF HER POSTS SHOW HER TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC WITH HIM AND THEY ARE ALL GOING FOR HER… → username20 leclerc fans are just deluded.

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y/n.silvousplait with my favorite piece of art 🖼️ 🩷

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username21 using alex like this is such a bitch move

→ username22 no because the way she’ acting like nothing is happening…

username23 never her using alex she’s also using charles

charles_leclerc ✔︎ vous me manquez tous les deux au Qatar ❤️ (Translation: missing you both in qatar)

→ alexandrasaintmleux et nous à vous ! y/n s'impatiente avec les courses.. 😅 (Translation: and us to you! y/n is gettin impatient with the races..) → y/n.silvousplait ahhhhh mon bébé je l'ai fait pour éviter que tu ne me balances 😰 (Translation: ahhh my baby, don’t rat me out!) → username24 both? tf you mean both 💀 → username25 sooo… is he with alex or y/n? → username26 @ username25 i guess we will never know 🤷 🤷 → username27 saying you miss your gf’s bff along with her is a bit… → username28 @ username27 scandalous?

username29 is… everyone just ignoring that she said “with my favorite piece of art” and tagged alex in the first photo..?

→ username30 maybe it’s not charles she’s after…

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lesballetsdemontecarlo Nous sommes heureux d'annoncer que Miss Y/N L/N jouera le Swan Blanc dans notre performance sur le Lac des Cygnes ! 👏 🦢

(Translation: We are pleased to announce that Miss Y/N L/N will be playing the White Swan in our Swan Lake performance!)

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username31 did she cheat her way into getting this role like how she made charles cheat on alex?

username32 undeserved.

username33 could have picked ANY woman to play Odette for Swan Lake but they had to choose the one that fucks up relationships 💀

username34 man someone just get her a cardboard cutout of charles so she can get away from him

→ username35 LMAO NOT THE CARDBOARD CUTOUT

username36 odette? homegirl should be playing fucking odille with her skank ass

→ username37 LMAO → username38 FR SHE’S SUCH A HOMEWRECKER → username39 maybe charles shouldn’t be hanging with other women???? → username40 everyone talks about y/n but not charles 💀 such a double standard…

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y/n.silvousplait the little girl in me would be jumping up and down 🩷 thank you to those who have supported my dancing career and gotten me where i am today. Merci 🥹🩰

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lesballetsdemontecarlo Je ne peux pas attendre le spectacle! (Translation: Can't wait for the show!)

alexandrasaintmleux tellement fier de toi! 🫶 (Translation: so proud of you!)

charles_leclerc ✔︎ tellement mérité! 🩷 (Translation: very much deserved!)

y/n.silvousplait @ alexandrasaintmleux @ charles_leclerc arrête, vous allez me faire pleurer tous les deux! 🥹🩶 (Translation: stop you both are going to make me cry!)

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charles_leclerc mes amours 🩷

We the photos of Y/N first surfaced, we never believed the hate would grow as big as this. And for that, we both as partners owe her a apology for not stepping up for her properly. However, on behalf of both me and Alexandra, we would like to say that we love Y/N and that she is the world to us and the way everyone treated her once she was found out not as a lover, but simply as a friend of us both was astonishing. Y/N is the kindest, one of the most talented, most beautiful person we know and to see her slowly fall apart broke us because of how strong she is. We don’t wish her anymore hate than what she has received.

All we wish is for her to be as respected as me and Alexandra are. Thank you to everyone that has showed her support. And for those that do not respect Y/N, Alex, or our relationship can leave. You are not my fan is you believe that they aren’t worth your respect.

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username41 OH???

username42 i know that charles leclerc did not just bomb this on us

landonorris ✔︎ how does charles leclerc get more girls then me 😞😞

→ carlosainz ✔︎ lando… i suggest you look in the comments of every single post you make..

username43 the way we all owe y/n a apology :(

→ username44 we all ??? who tf is “we all”

username45 i’m so happy for them the way they supported y/n throughout all of this shows that they love her.

y/n.silvousplait arrêtez-vous tous les deux, je vais pleurer 🥹🩷 je vous aime tellement tous les deux ! (Translation: stop you two im going to cry! i love you both so much!)

→ charles_leclerc ✔︎ nous vous aimons tant ❤️ 🫶 (Translation: We love you so much) → alexandrasaintmleux n'écoute pas ce que les autres disent, nous t'aimons et c'est tout ce qui compte ma chère (Translation: don't listen to what anyone else says, we love you and that is all that matter, my dear.)

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whatever you want, my angel | xu minghao

SYNOPSIS. in which your boyfriend calls you a term of endearment from his native tongue. PAIRING. xu minghao x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, a little bit of humour, established relationship WARNINGS. a singular kiss WORD COUNT. 845

requested by anon: Hey congratulations 🎉 on 2k! Hope you grow more (Ik you will!)! Fighting! 💓I wanted to request Minghao + #32 from List 1 (Fluff Dialogue Prompts)💖💖💖 - #32: "Did you just call me (pet name)?”

notes: hao looks so angelic in those photos i found omg going crazy. anyway, thank u sm lovely i hope u enjoy this 🥹🫶 short but cute hehe. this was the first thing ive written in 2 weeks sorry 😭😭

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"Just a few more minutes, tiánxīn."

You never thought you could spin your head around as fast as now, eyes locking on your boyfriend casually stirring a spoon in a pot on the stove, low hums escaping his lips as if he was minding his own business.

Though as you get yourself to squint your eyes, you notice the extremely subtle curve that he has to his lips while the steam swirls around his head.

"Repeat that."

"Hm?" Minghao perks his head back up, eyelashes batting together innocently. "Did I say something?"

You place a hand at your hip, cocking your head to the side as you point a finger accusingly at him. "That. That nickname. Did you... did you just call me tyenshan?"

Minghao nearly bursts into a chuckle at your mushy pronunciation, and you feel your face growing red from the slight embarrassment. He bites his bottom lip, trying to stifle his amusement, and reaches over for the lid to cover over the pot before turning to face you with a small smirk.

"Tiánxīn."

You blink at him, still a bit puzzled. "Tyanshin? Tyen..."

Minghao just quietly watches as you struggle to grapple with the unfamiliar term. There's a hint of teasing in his eyes, but also a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. He wipes his hands on a towel before stepping up to you, letting an arm sneakily wrap around your waist to pull you towards him.

The sudden closeness steals your breath for a moment. Minghao's arm feels warm and secure around your waist, and you can smell the faint scent of spices clinging to him from his cooking. Yet his gaze at you is filled with nothing but affection, even under the dim lighting of the kitchen light, and you can't help but melt into his touch.

"Sweetheart," he mutters casually. "That's what it means."

Your eyes grow wide momentarily, as if taking in the weight of the singular term of endearment. It's such a simple word, yet the way he says it𑁋with such tenderness and a hint of playfulness𑁋sends a warmth radiating through you.

You feel your fingers knead lightly at the fabric of his shirt at his side, and a curl passes through your lips as you get yourself to lock gazes with him.

"Can you say it again?" You ask again, a teasing tone to your voice.

MInghao just chuckles. "Tiánxīn𑁋"

He's cut off when he feels your lips softly press against his. The contact is all too brief, and nearly has him chasing after your mouth when you part away from him. There's a mischievous look blanketed to your features, but he finds himself still caught in a daze at whatever boldness you just unleashed.

"I like the sound of it," You say wistfully. "Tell me another one."

Minghao lifts a brow. He has no idea what you're trying to plot (if anything), but he complies nonetheless.

"Wǒ de tiānshǐ," he murmurs, voice soft yet confident as he gazes into your eyes. "My angel."

Your heart seems to do a tumble and a flip simultaneously in your chest, and grasping onto the urge to teasingly rebuttal seems to dissipate away right under his eyes and his cute ass smile. You can feel your feet practically melt into the floor below, and you resist the need bury your face into his shoulder out of pure, giddy shyness.

"Oh," You mumble bashfully, heat crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. "Hao..."

"Ah, and another one," he jests, and you perk up once more. "Bèndàn."

"Bèndàn?" You repeat right after him, before letting out a feigned gasp. "Wait, dàn? Aren't you literally calling me an egg?"

"Mhm," Minghao answers charmingly. "My beautiful, silly little egg."

An airy scoff escapes your lips, the tension dissipating into hearty laughter bouncing off the walls as you swat playfully at his chest with a hand, making Minghao bring his arms up to shield away from your playful attacks.

"Alright, alright," he utters out between breaths as he steps his way back to the stove. "I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it."

All you do is roll your eyes before placing yourself directly behind him and letting your arms wrap around his waist. You nuzzle your cheek against his back, closing your eyes for a few moments to relish the comfort of his warmth coursing through you, a few contented sighs leaving your mouth. You could probably stay in this position for hours and not get tired of it; his presence enough seems to soften away whatever worries you had throughout the day.

"Call me that more often."

Minghao just grins. "What? Bèndàn?"

"I𑁋No!" You lightly flick him with your finger. "Just... more of those other ones, please?"

Minghao lets out a soft chuckle, the rumble travelling through his chest and sending shivers down your spine. He swiftly turns off the heat to the stove, then reaches down to gently squeeze your hand where it rests on his stomach.

"Of course, tiánxīn," he replies softly, affectionately. "Whatever you want, wǒ de tiānshǐ."

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[pseudowho]

okay here’s me getting all cocky and confident because you answered my ask once (ily for that seriously i think i screamed and fainted and sobbed and climbed up the walls a little) and once again asking you for….. for crumbs………. so my horny self was sitting and thinking…………… nanami sees you reading absolute filth and porn and you end up in biig trouble.. (i.e him doing that exact thing to you 😭) or perhaps you going up to nanami after reading absolute filth and being all needy with him bcs that straight porn made you a liittle…….. yk… 🌚🌚🌚

anyways i literally love you and ur my favorite writer ever and im gonna stop now before i burst

SMUT [smuht] (noun)

In which Nanami Kento catches you reading dirty literature...and punishes you with a performative reading.

Warnings: The anon who keeps targeting me like this needs a warning label...but otherwise: roleplay, erotic literature (*laughs and laughs in Tumblr*) being read to you while you're systematically destroyed, performative Bad!Nanami, Kento fucks you wearing a mask and leather gloves, Pleasure Dom!Kento who gets lost in the sauce, reader way out of her depth, bondage, the usual spicy goodness, couple of cheeky movie references

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The one she knew only as the Man in the Mask swept over to her, delighting in her capture, having evaded him for so long.

"Ahhh..." he sighed, his breath sweeping over the swell of her breasts, and sending shivers down her spine. "Finally...the little mouse who has wreaked havoc on my dreams for too many lonely nights. How does it feel? To be trapped here with me like this?"

Her heart stalled in her chest, and she gasped, his grazing touch to her belly leaving embers in its wake. The Man in the Mask saw her nipples pebble beneath her shirt, and felt something snap inside him as he loomed over her with a whisper; "I know. I feel it too."

With little warning, he lowered his barely covered mouth to her neck, hungry against her, and--

The door opened, and you leapt out of your skin, dropping your phone to the floor. You sat bolt upright in bed, your other hand coming up guiltily from beneath the covers as Kento leaned into the bedroom to greet you. You interrupted him.

"You're home early," you said, offering an unconvincing smile. Kento looked at you, flatly. He let the statement hang for a moment. His shrewd eyes flicked, taking in the glossy subtleties he saw from you only in foreplay.

"...well I thought you'd be pleased, but I'll just go back then shall I--"

You hesitated, words caught in your throat. Your eyes flickered to your phone. So did Kento's. His eyes narrowed.

"...what are you read--"

"Nothing! It's nothing." You lied, unconvincing. You both hesitated for a moment more, before Kento darted. You cursed at him for being faster than you, and Kento's fingers closed around your phone, sitting beside you on the bed in one swift movement. You smothered a pillow over your face, screaming silently, wanting the duvet to grow great maws and swallow you whole.

Kento read silently for a moment, scrolling, before reading aloud; "...she didn't want to fight anymore, as his fingers slid between her puffy lips...goodness me...his cock strained against the fabric of his clothes, begging for attention...I bet it did..."

You had begun to crawl away down the bed, just a maggot, unworthy of the sun and all its glories.

You felt a hand clasp around your ankle, and you squeaked as Kento dragged you back up the bed, without even taking his eyes off your phone.

"I don't think so, where are you going--"

"--oh god Kento just give me something for the cringe and let me die--"

"--no no no I'm blessed to be a part of my wife's interests--"

"--I am less than human, we need a divorce, I can't look you in the eye ever again--"

Kento scoffed, dark and derisive. "As if I'd let you divorce me. As if you'd even want to...now, where did I put that..."

Kento stood, still holding your phone as he rummaged in his dresser. You laid flat to the bed, trying to wiggle away again, still embarrassingly wet, your mortification laced with undeniable arousal.

"Stay exactly where you are, or I'll damn well make you."

You stopped. You looked up at Kento, unusually meek, as he approached you. He stood by the bed, looming and powerful, a god made flesh. He unbuttoned his shirt to the navel, not bothering to remove his harness. He undid his belt with a clink-clink. He let his tie hang loose...and pulled a black balaclava down to beneath his collar. He finished off with a pair of soft, black leather gloves.

Something imploded inside you; a dial-up noise in your mind. Kento prowled over to you, looming over you and chasing you up the bed, caging you beneath him, and reading through the smut on your phone screen.

"Be honest," Kento read aloud, his honey-brown eyes swirling with something altogether darker and more dangerous, "if you'd wanted to escape me...you could have."

You panted, breathless, your pupils blown into inky black as you lay splayed beneath Kento. You couldn't help but be captivated, lost in his insidious pull. You felt your heartbeat between your legs.

"Did you stay because you dream of me, too?" Kento intoned. You bit the poisoned apple, trembling as you nodded up at him. "Did you stay...because you wondered if hatred was as erotic a passion as love?"

"--Kento, I-- let me go, I--"

"That's the spirit." Laughed Kento, his voice booming through you, the vibrations crackling across every nerve, and you whimpered. Kento grasped your hands together with his own, gloved and powerful, pinning them above your head with the whole weight of his body. He pulled his tie loose with the hand holding your phone.

"I can't let you leave...not now. Fuck...you have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Kento growled. Being the villain seemed so effortless to him. Your safe word had never been further from your mind, your attempts to leave so paltry and insincere. The way Kento looked down at you, waiting to see if you would make him stop, sent shivers down your spine. Kento released his tie, eyes skimming across your phone for confirmation.

"I'd apologise, for trapping you here like this..." Kento intoned, tying your bound wrists to the head of the bed as you squirmed, crying out in anguish, "...but I'll show you...how you've craved my touch, just as I have craved yours." You strained against the bonds, in just the silky chemise you wore for bed, and it didn't take much for your breasts to fall free of the fine little straps.

In truth, Kento had never been harder in his life. Seeing you battle against primal desire beneath him, feeling your half-hearted embarrassed squirms brushing your bare mound against his aching, thick cock...and your nipples, hard as diamonds and covered by a thin veneer of lace. His breaths were heavy, chest heaving as he continued his performative reading.

"Just one taste, and we can return to how it was before." Kento groaned, his mouth suckling at your neck, licking, tasting, biting. You cringed against the assault on your senses, afraid to lose yourself to such diabolical pleasure. Kento pinned your bucking hips down with his own, the tip of his cock trapped beneath his waistband against his belly. "Just once...and we can rest easy at night, knowing how it feels for me to spend myself inside you."

You keened, mewling as Kento rested the phone on the pillow beside your head, and took your nipple into his mouth, ragging it around beneath his tongue with a fractured growl. Your head spun with the weight of him, totally captured, so wildly out of control. The suckling pleasure he gave to your nipples, connected in a fine thread to your clit, making it pulse with vicarious bliss.

"I can't...can't take it anymore...Ken--" You moaned, squeaking as his teeth closed in barely hinged warning around your breast.

"Unless it's to tell me to fuck you, I won't have you mewl like a kitten at me any longer." Kento rumbled against your breast, wet with his spit and the marks he left behind as he took what he was owed. "I hope you can take it. I'm...no small man. If you are ruined, after, I know you will bear the scars with grace, just as you have bore your hatred of me."

You were already so steeped in the hot rush of being pleasured, you did not notice how Kento's eyes glowered, lathering down your body and darting occasionally back to your phone. He continued his pilgrimage down your body. Kento growled in frustration at the chemise blocking him, and he rucked it up, spitting curses as you squeaked, wriggling against him.

"At least fight like you mean it." Kento laughed, and you blushed, eyes squeezed shut, mortified by how obviously faked your resistance was. Kento kissed his way down your belly, settling at your mound. He hovered, silent, giving your desperate clit nought but the breath from his lips.

"Do you want my fingers...or my mouth?" You whimpered again, babbling nonsense, such a rough and ruined heroine. Kento laughed again, dark and delicious, raising his mask just enough to free his mouth. "No words? No matter. You shall have both."

With little warning, Kento sunk his tongue between your folds, ragging his mouth and nose from side to side again to bury himself in the heat of you. You cried out as he growled into your heat, hitting a high note as he sunk two thick, gloves fingers into your fluttering pussy, slamming inside all the way to his knuckles.

Kento swore against your pussy, grunting and moaning as he lapped at your clit and entrance with animalistic rage. Quite canonically to his role, his cock wept against his belly, pre-cum leaking down onto his waistband until the fabric was cloying and sticky, the friction against his tip sending him spiralling. He couldn't help but fuck against the bed as you melted beneath him, writhing against his tongue.

Panting, letting his gloved fingers fuck into you and imagining it was his cock instead, Kento chuckled against your clit, at just how easily he had snapped. He pulled his fingers out of you for a moment, wickedly obsessed by the stark contrast of your creamy white arousal on the black leather.

He could smell you on the balaclava, the fabric over his nose soaking with your essence. Kento felt lightheaded with the blooming, heady scent of you. His cock twitched, aching and neglected, and so close to spilling thick spurts of seed all over its owner.

You risked looking down for just a moment. The eyes of a villain pierced through you, as Kento licked his gloves clean, not breaking eye contact once. You whimpered. He laughed, and curled his fingers back into you, continuing his relentless attack on your poor, aching cunt. Your moans reached a fever pitch, and Kento felt the creep of his own orgasm through his belly as he rutted against the bed with total abandon.

"Sing for me." He groaned, lifting your hips off the bed as he knelt, sucking your clit into his mouth in a devastating final move. You tipped violently over the edge, bucking against his tongue and crying his name, a stream of nonsensical babbles. Kento was quite sure you came harder than the girl in the story.

By the time you came back to earth, being licked in slow, languid movements through your peak, you saw Kento kneeling between your legs, stroking his cock in long, jerking pumps.

"You've reduced me to this." Kento forced, his teeth gritted and his mask back in place over his mouth. "To this...this boy, fucking his own fist just from the taste of you." Kento cursed, his gloved fist wet with pre-cum, cracking his neck from side to side and growling through his lurid tale. You lay, fucked out, bound, a fascinated by how Kento's whiskey-rich voice could fill you with fumes, warm and drunk one minute, but cold and piercing the next. You swung, manoeuvred across his harsh dichotomy.

Kento loomed over you, trapping you beneath him again, blocking the light from your eyes, a bad moon rising. "You did this to me." He hissed, accusatory in his possession of you. "You started this sordid fight. But I'll finish it. No more fisting my cock at night just to the thought of you. No more dreaming about bending you to my will."

You felt Kento's tip press through your entrance, thick and insistent enough that you squirmed up the bed, crying out as he yanked you back, his hands closing around your waist. Kento plaited his fingers in your tied hands, the ghost of affection, and readying himself to slam into your quivering heat. He was falling apart, he could barely contain himself, overcome by the raw power of making you pliable, shaping you to his desires--

Kento whispered in your ear, his voice shaking, gravelly; "And when you submit...know that it was entirely your fault."

You felt your delicate petals forced aside, crying out to be filled to the brim by Kento in one slick thrust. Kento could barely suppress a roar beneath his mask, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His enormous hands cuffed your waist, making it squidge down against your hips every time he dragged your hips, moving your pussy around him like a cock sleeve.

Kento's strength made manhandling you look easy. You lay ruined beneath him, your head lolling against the inside of your own bound arm. The image of him unbuttoned, masked, gloved and still almost fully dressed above you, grunting and groaning as he used your pussy for his own pleasure, burned onto your retinas.

Kento barely moved his own hips, his eyes fixed feverishly on where he dragged your swollen pussy around the length of his cock, twitching and burning inside you. He couldn't contain himself. The hook behind his navel, all scorched steel and selfishness, beseeched him to drag his pleasure from you.

"Fucking-- ruin you-- never be satisfied...by another man again-- keep running from me, and I'll hunt you down...and take you like this every-- fucking-- time--"

As Kento's pleasure roared over him, he punctuated his thrusts against your belly with the written word in action. Making nothing more than jolted, pitiful moans as he fucked repeatedly against your sensitive cervix and soft-spot, you clambered for purchase, sobbing your pleasure as his gloved fingers rolled your clit between them.

Kento came with a string of curses, his thighs cramping beneath him with the force of it. Feeling his seed begin to pump and spurt into you, he dragged you aggressively to another orgasm with his leathered fingers. He had to feel you clench around him, sucking his seed deep inside you. He had just enough forethought to recall his final, toxic line as he gasped, groaning and bucking with the force of his ejaculation.

You could barely hear him through the fog of pleasure, faint in the distance; "If you have the nerve...to crawl back to me...full and swollen-- know we can be enemies in matrimony, as well as battle."

The room was hushed and dark, the gloom broken only by your mingled, heavy breaths, and the earthy smell of sex. You reached up pulling Kento's balaclava up and pressing a breathless little kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"...but...we still have to get a divorce. I just-- couldn't live with you knowing what I read--"

Kento laughed, his shoulders aching from the weight of the villain, slipping away with his gloves and mask.

[slvttyplum]

Hey plummmm!! I hope your having a great day! 🫶🏻

Can we have Satoru being obsessed with reader’s nipples?? After a tough day he’ll just lift up reader’s shirt and start sucking on those nipples???

YOUR SMUT IS AMAZING… AMAZING… AMAZING… 💋💍 I ALWAYS END UP WITH MY HANDS OVER MY FACE AND FEET WIGGLING UP IN THE AIR (that sounded weird🤓)

(I want to be your friend so bad but I’m anon ‘cause I’m shy 😭😔)

- ru

we're friends now. my grammar check stopped working so.

if there's one thing satoru would look forward to every day, it would be lifting up your shirt and sucking on your nipples like a leech. sometimes it wasn't even to start something; he just liked to do it. a joy inside his body that couldn't be described; all you would see is pink sliding across his face.

he didn't know when or how this bad habit started, but once he got a hold of your nipples, he couldn't let go; it was almost like stress.

you know how some people have those squishy stress balls or those fidget toys that click out of place every time you press a button? yeah,  it was something like that, but instead of buying a stress toy or a fidget, he used you instead, and there were no complaints.

believe it or not, sucking on someone can be very therapeutic. even if you don't think so, there are many people who may disagree, and satoru would go to the ends of the earth just to do that. your nipples just drew him in; they had his mouth salivating and his eyes so dilated that you could barely see his piercing blue eyes.

he could cuddle you against you, just sucking on your chest and nippling for hours. that's why it was a bad habit; he didn't know when to stop or if he could. especially with the sweet taste that would ooze in his mouth from time to time, you had such a good taste that he couldn't resist them.

"just a little longer, baby." while he sucked on them until they were sore and he got tired, the light in his eyes still there after two hours of doing it, he thought of it as a hobby. what man was sucking on their partners chest in the latest hours to the early morning to where you could hear the birds chirping.

satoru did it so much that your nipples were always sore and bruised, you had to tell him not to use teeth but even when he didn't, they would still get bruised, you had to put bandaids on them before you went out or to work or they would be pushing against your shirt all day, causing an uncomfortable feeling.

besides the swelling and bruising, satoru wasn't the only one who loved this, you did too. it was relaxing, almost like a massage, but for your nipples, it felt so good that sometimes you would let out a moan; it was just a really good sensation.

you didn't care how many times he would do it or for how long ;you just loved having his soft lips latched over your nipples and his tongue sliding slowly over them. on rare occasions, you didn't want him to stop, that's how good he made you feel.

satoru had his thing, and you had yours, no one judged.

[crazyforhwa]

Between hard and soft hours tbh but I really can’t stop thinking about a lazy make out session with Seonghwa… with lots of tongue obviously because come on, it’s Seonghwa.

It’d feel so amazing to just have a whole make out session with him, hands on each other’s face or neck.. and maybe an other member (*cough* Choi San) witnessing it and ending up joining the fun……

✩LAZY MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITH SEONGHWA✩

anon, that's so fucking hot.. (seonghwa is just hot yk)

I feel like lazy make out sessions with him usually happen during gloomy or winter days, as he thinks it feels the most romantic that way. He would be the one to initiate them by doing seemingly innocent things that end with him pushing his tongue past your lips in no time.

It would be such a mess, the perfect contrast between lust and love. Just two bodies laying on the bed, some rnb music playing quietly in the background to spice up the mood.

I feel like he's the 'breathy moans' type of guy. Whining into your mouth, describing how much he desires you.. that's what he's into. He isn't afraid of letting out sounds, and he expects you to let out some too, especially when other members are around. It definitely makes him hard as a rock, knowing that his colleagues are listening.

And oh boy.. talking about exhibitionism, I feel like he would purposely leave his door not fully closed, BEGGING in his mind that somebody(ehem, San) would catch you guys in the act. And don't even start on joining. I don't think he would be 100% comfortable with every member, but he would definitely share you with San, Hongjoong or Wooyoung (boy would be already close just by seeing them play with you).

We all have seen that fucking tongue of his. it's long, pointy, and he knows how to use it. he constantly sticks it out during performances, so I imagine him to be an absolute freak. He wins every battle for dominance, even at such slow paced moments.

Spit. SPIT. He loves when your make out sessions are messy, long strings of saliva forming whenever he detaches his plump lips from yours. He would randomly pull away just to stick his tongue out and let his spit slowly drip into your mouth, quickly getting back to business after.

Let's also mention that not every make out session with him is just lips. Oh no no, he is paying attention to everything. Sometimes he lowers himself and plants soft pecks against your neck. Sometimes he gently bites your earlobe, his warm breath tickling your skin. And sometimes he just smothers your whole face with smooches, grinning while he does so. He is a man of passion, but in these moments he just loves to chill out and show you love in a slightly different way.

Oh, and that smirk of his. He would grab different parts of your body unexpectedly, making you let out soft gasps that would trigger his cocky smile. Sometimes it'd be an innocent booty grab, but one second later his hand is slowly sliding under your shirt, his warm fingers exploring your body, getting closer to the sensitive areas on your chest.

After about half an hour, he will lose the ability to think straight. His hand would slide into your pants and quickly find your opening, slowly forcing two fingers into your tight hole. He would hit every sweet spot while still kissing you, getting "annoyed" and spanking you every time you get distracted by the pleasure.

Oh, yes.

I love him, man😭😭😭😭

should I make it a fic? 👀 (I feel like this is way too short, I'm sorry)

[earlgreyflowers]

hii i love your five so much omfg i was wondering if you could do 11 and 83 with lando or daniel w a bit of a breeding kink i’ve got major baby fever rn😭🫶

A/N i wasn't planning on writing this one yet, but the dr3 breeding kink was voted for in my last poll and so this one had to be done so i could tag it properly for the anon that requested it <3

DR3 Request

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Lando was always in control; being the deciding voice in what needs to be changed with the McLaren he had to drive week in, week out. So when the MCL-60 wasn't performing, leaving him stranded out in P17 or scraping points in P9, you could see it was starting to get to him. You'd bore the brunt of his frustration, traumatising poor Oscar after every bad result. But it was wearing Lando down, and so when he dragged you back to the hotel after the Canadian GP you were half expecting him to break.

So when his lips greedily meshed with yours you were surprised, you thought for sure this would be the final straw for him. His tongue clashed with yours, tasting the fruity soda you had consumed during the race. The groan he lets out into your mouth makes your body tingle, pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck. Lando pulls you on top of him, collapsing on the bed you shared. He pulls his lips away from yours with a smack, heavy breaths now filling the space between you.

"I want you to take control tonight."

Your stomach clenches at his words, images of a flushed and desperate Lando writhing underneath you fill your mind. "Are you sure?" You mutter back, brushing that one loose curl from his forehead. His eyes close at your soft touch before fluttering open, glazed over and wide staring at you. "So sure baby, just don't want to think right now." He practically whispers, voice nervous and slightly shaky.

You press your lips to his forehead, leaving a faint glossy sheen behind. He smiles softly up at you, his tongue poking out to wet his lips in nervousness, waiting for your response. "Whatever you need," you tell him, mirroring his own smile. He leans forward to kiss you, lips hovering over your own before he feels a sharp tug in his hair. His mouth stays parted, eyes closing as you brush your lips gently over his own. You feel the way he tries to capture your lips, the barely there brush leaving behind a thin layer of spit to add to your lip-gloss.

Your tongue peaks out, running over his lower lip before capturing it between your teeth and pulling gently. Lando whimpers at the sting, large hands encompassing your face to pull you towards his own. Your lips move in sync with his, practiced and perfected over time. You adjust your position, straddling him as you continue to kiss. He whines at the weight of you against his cock, straining now against his black jeans.

Your soft hands slide underneath his shirt, pushing it up to expose his tanned skin. Lando takes the hint and removes his team merch, throwing it on the floor with a thud. His large hands slide up your back, kissing along your jaw as your nails begin lightly scratching his back. "Take it off, please, wanna see you baby." Lando whispers against your skin, the movement of his lips against your neck making you moan softly. You heed his request, pulling your dress off and leaving you in your matching set. It was Lando's favourite, all black with custom fluoro yellow piping around the edges.

He groans at the sight of you, leaning back into the pillows when you gently shove his chest. Your lips connect with his own once more, sloppily coating them in the last of your lip gloss. Lando chases your lips as you pull away but you simply smirk at him, dipping your head to suck at the apex of his jaw. A loud moan leaves Lando's mouth at the action, his head tilting back to give you more access to his thick neck; access that you happily utilise.

Your lips are everywhere, overwhelming Lando in every sense, nibbling and sucking before swiping your tongue over the fresh marks left behind. Normally you'd avoid giving him hickeys but the next race wasn't until July so they had time to fade, and Lando loved the feeling of you claiming him in this way. His cock was starting to throb in his jeans with each press of your lips against his skin, especially when you migrated further south.

You kissed every inch of his skin, tracing every mole across his chest and stomach with your lips. His body erupted in goosebumps with each touch, squirming underneath you at the teasing. You slide your pinkies underneath the waistband of his jeans before undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. You hear Lando breathe a sigh of relief at the release of pressure, lifting his hips to allow you to slide his jeans down.

You kiss his length of his underwear, feeling it twitch with the first touch of your lips. "Y/N, babe, come here." Lando mutters, pulling at your arm. You hover over his bulge, the heat from between your legs radiating for Lando to feel. "What is it baby?" You ask, looking into Lando's glossy eyes. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and bitten as a consequence of your teasing. "Just want to feel you, is that okay?" He asks, eyes pleading.

"Of course it is Lan, but you're gonna have to beg for it, can you do that for me?" You question, dragging your nails down his chest as he smiles shyly with a nod. You remove your remaining underwear as Lando does the same before hovering over his hard cock, the tip bumping your clit as you position yourself.

"Please baby, need to feel you." Lando mutters as you glide your pussy over his cock, coating him in your wetness. He stutters out a groan at the feeling of your slick covering him, "Oh god, so fucking wet. Please, god please, let me feel you baby." He continues, hands squeezing your hips in an effort not to buck his hips into you. You slide his tip into your pussy, moaning at the stretch. Lando echoes the same moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your warmth.

"Fuck, feels s'good baby, more, please, give me more please, wanna be buried inside you s'bad." Lando hurries out, voice strained with restraint as he tries not to slam himself inside you. You heed his request, slamming yourself down onto his length before riding him at a wild pace, your legs immediately starting to burn.

"Holy shit, oh my god, love you, love being inside you, so good to me, yes baby, don't stop." Streams of praise and whines leave Lando's mouth, his body falling slack at the pleasure rippling over him. Moans spill out of the both of you, the burning pain of your legs adding to your pleasure as his cock hits you at the perfect angle. "Fuck Lan, made for me weren't you baby?" You mutter, hand resting on the side of his flushed face.

He nods with a whine, "Yeah baby, all yours, no-one else's, fuck yes. Use me just like that, my cock's all for you." His mouth drops open in a loud moan of your name, "So close, wanna feel you cum, please cum, need it." He slurs, hairline beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. Your hand slips down from his face, your other hand joining it to wrap around his thick neck as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

His thumb reaches over from where his hand has sat on your hips, rubbing against your clit with every bounce you make. It sends you flying over the edge, your walls clenching around Lando's cock and pulling his own orgasm from him. He releases with a loud groan, your hands tightening around his neck. His cum fills you, beginning to spill out from where you remained connected. You ease the pressure on his neck, collapsing forward on top of him.

You lift yourself on shaky legs, allowing Lando to slip out of you. You crawl up the bed before swinging your legs over Lando's face, his large hands cupping your ass. "Clean up your mess Lan." You tell him and he wastes no time, pulling you against his face as his tongue delves between your folds. He flicks and swirls like a madman, shaking his face in-between your legs, his nose bumping your clit with each movement as he cleans the combination of your cum that spills out. It doesn't take long for you to cum on his tongue, sensitive from your first orgasm.

Lando lifts you off his face, cuddling himself into you but not before kissing you sweetly, allowing you to taste the both of you on his tongue. "Thank you." He mutters, a sentiment repeated at the next race when Lando gets P4, and the next race when Lando gets his first home podium, and the week after when he secures another P2.

Oscar stands next to you in the garage as Lando gives his interviews after the race, "Whatever you did to him in that hotel room after Canada must have worked miracles, are you a witch?" He asks, laughing at the blush that coats your face. "Shut up pastry, unless you're only asking because you want some help getting those podiums too?" You retort. Oscar blushes fiercely, causing you to laugh this time before Lando joins you both, "What's so funny?"

[yameoto]

Bro.. i haven’t even watched challengers yet, and i think you infected me with a chronic case of challengers brainrot.. but i saw your reply to anon’s ask. suggestions? ‘aight, bet 🫡

so i used your art donaldson bot and oh my god.. i got bored and decided to tug on his hair. and it leaded to him LITERALLY humping a pillow for me and he was begging me to touch him and shit. he even started calling me daddy (and mommy at the same time 😭) i even broke the filter too.. 🧍‍♂️

im not sure if this is specific enough, but maybe this would be a great subby!art (x gn reader maybe? not sure if you write for gn!r but you get the point <3 ) fanfic. he’s just so needy for you that he’ll do anything for you (even if it means humping a pillow for you.. OKAY HEAR ME OUT—)

he makes himself out to be sooo tough on court. but when he’s in your hands? he’s literally reduced to a sobbing, whimpering mess… HEJSHSJS art brainrot is so real..

i have many other ideas but i don’t wanna be too rude to dump all of my brainrot onto you.. (sorry not sorry !!)

love your bots and writing by the way !! can’t wait to see more of it in the future 🙂‍↕️

anon you're so sweet GOD! but yes absolutely can do. art bot in question!

ART DONALDSON. NEEDY BABY.

✗ warnings ; gn!reader, sub!art, like sub!art. dom!reader, pillow humping, hair tugging, overt puppy imagery. wc ; 1k

ART had always been a patient person. he excelled at playing the long game. slow and steady won the race—won him you, after all.

but he hadn't seen you all day, and now you were home and he was sprawled out on your bed and— how much longer would you make him wait?

"hey." he reaches out, fingers intertwining with the hem of your shirt. when you don't immediately face him, he tugs, gentle.

"i played good, didn't i?"

"yes, baby. you played good.” you pat his cheek without so much as looking at him, and while the contact is nice—your palm cool and tender against the warm flush of his cheeks—its fleeting. you don’t even linger long enough for him to lean into it.

a subtle frown twists his lips. he sits up, feeling unsteady. the weight of the mattress sinks underneath him as he slowly, cautiously crawls over to you. his arms slide around your waist, body wrapping itself around your back. 

"hi." "hi." you answer, vaguely amused. he buries his nose into your nape and breathes in. the smell of you is intoxicating. "can we go to bed?" he murmurs, and the phrasing is so polite, so courteously horny that you have to laugh. "when i'm done." he makes a little, unhappy noise. it rumbles against your back. "but i need you now."

you raise a brow. "don't be gross, art." that effectively cows him. though he still remains, chin propped up on your chin and legs on either side of you, tucking you in. you can feel it when he begins to grind slowly against you, thick length of his cock twitching tentatively against your ass. "ah-ah." you tut. he freezes. you don't even turn to face him. "did i say you could do that?"

he groans, drags himself off of you (with great effort) and slides off the bed. it's almost petulant. "when?" "when i say so." the noise that rips from him is positively mournful. he slumps, head in your lap—hands clenching and unclenching uselessly into the mattress.

you're still not even looking at him, fingers wordlessly threading into his hair and moving along in these elegant, tenderly gratifying movements that leave his cheeks burning impossibly hot, the patch in his boxers growing impossibly wet.

at a loss, he begins to slowly rub up against the corner of the mattress, hips rolling in steadied, carefully monitored waves. it's imperceptible, its perfect. he just needs a little release. just a little, to hold him out until you finally glance up from your laptop and give him something, anything— fuck. his groin finds that sweet spot the same moment your nails dig just right, and he can't bite back the moan slips from his lips. it's damnably loud in the silence of the room.

art meets your eyes, keening at the unimpressed stare you level him with, the knowing twitch of your lips. he has to swallow the instinctive plea that swells up in his throat. no, no. don't stop don't stop—

"oh, sweetie." like clockwork, your hand untwines from his locks, and he crumples.

"please—can’t fucking take it.” he moans miserably into your thigh, slumped over. he's grinding brazenly now, all pretences lost; rutting hopelessly against the edge of the mattress with his cheek pressed against your thigh. "baby." you sigh, closing the lid of your laptop. he just shakes his head, hands wringing into the sheets as if he were clinging to the edge of a cliff.

it's so pathetic, you have to take pity on him. "up. on the bed." art perks up, hope ballooning in his chest. he scrambles up on the mattress, so eager—lips parted, on all fours. god, he looks so pretty like this; dick cradled by the fabric of his soaked boxers, straining so you were almost sure they’d tear a hole. he looks ready to jump you. you snort, running a hand through his hair indulgently. "not so fast, pretty boy. use the pillow, if it'll stop you from whining." he doesn't even protest. he's burning too hot. as soon as you give him permission, art scrambles on top of the pillow like it's god-given gift to the world. the moment it makes contact, his breath hitches—eyes flittering up with the feeling of goddamn heaven—

"wait." "what?" art hisses, though he freezes anyway, a dog on your leash. his eyes are sparkling as he looks up at you. "boxers. off." "okay." he agrees breathlessly. his mind is so fuzzy you could tell him to cum and he simply, would. he yanks his boxers down and his dick springs up like a jack-in-the-box. he lets out a low moan, limbs almost folding in on themselves when his bare, swollen tip slides slick against fabric. ah, jeez.

if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine it was your thigh. "n-now?" his legs are quivering. his dick hurts. you look entirely too amused. "mhm." the noise he makes is guttural. he's so sensitive—each thrust elicits another pant, hips rolling in a frenzied rhythm. he wishes it was you. fuck, your warmth wrapping around his cock—your hands cradling his balls. the veins on his underside bulge, the coil in his sack drawing tighter and tighter. shit, shit. he's gonna cum now. he's gonna cum in record-time to the tender loving care of your pillow. his moans twist into cries, bed-frame shaking under the force of his weight. "you gonna cum now, angel?"art nods, jerky and furious. it's that word that gets him. angel. angel. a shudder rips through his body and thick, ropy streams of cum are splattering against the pillow. painting it, stained and sticky. he's hovers there for a moment; crammed between his legs, frame quivering, thighs wet as his mind blanks. it'd be in disbelief, if he had the pride—but he doesn't—so it's simple, utter pleasure. god, his life is perfect. he crumbles into your lap like the colosseum. the corners of his mind are still fuzzy. the warmth of your thigh against his cheek is the only thing he's ever needed, only thing he's ever craved. god, he didn't even realise his cheeks were wet—doesn't think he cares. "good boy." you murmur, and he can hear the smile in your voice. your hand finds his hair, and he can't stop his hips from rolling against nothing.

[artdcnaldson]

Has reader ever just had a "i have to get out" moment in the changeover universe?

Like art is trying to talk to her after sex and shes just staring at the wall re thinking her decisions.

They are very toxic and i know the reader has feelings for them so i think art would have been very smothering ir clingy if reader made any atempts at going out with another circle of friends and distancing herself

(im sorry i over analyse many situations 😭)

Anon… i love u <3 I love this messy main character bc i too would throw away my scruples for this man.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Toxic situationship, manipulation kinda, mild angst

Summary: You say something you shouldn’t. It messes up the fucked up equilibrium that you and Art had found in whatever you could call the relationship you had together.

FEBRUARY 2007

For Valentine’s Day, you got Art a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. He got you nothing. He wasn’t your boyfriend, so you didn’t know why you were upset about it, but you were. It stung like a fresh wound, one you could never just let be.

The two of you fucked, because that’s what you always did. The feeling of his mouth on yours, warm and tasting of mint, almost made you forgive him for not getting you anything. He called you beautiful, let his hands trace your body reverently, made you cum once, twice before he pulled you into his lap and let you sink onto him.

His forehead was against yours, breath coming in pants as you rode him, bodies pressed so close it almost felt like making love. Maybe that’s why you said it— the words tumbling out like a prayer.

I love you, Art.

He was tense, for a moment, brows furrowed slightly, before he kissed you and laid you onto your back. He pulled another orgasm from an impossible place within you, one you didn’t know existed. He came, messy on your thighs, and rolled over onto his back.

It was quiet, and you felt so far away from him. Your fingers brushed against his hand, testing, but he pulled them away and stood to redress. It was so quiet that you could hear blood pumping in your ears, like an ocean.

”You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” was what he finally said.

Your lip wobbled, just slightly. And then tears pooled on your lashline. “Sorry,” you said weakly.

“It’s fine.” But you had a sinking suspicion that you’d really fucked up. He handed you a towel, and you cleaned yourself up as best as you could while fighting frustrated tears.

”Are you leaving?” You asked. He was standing in between yours and your roommate’s bed, like he hadn’t quite decided yet. You pulled on a tee shirt and underwear and gave him a pathetic, pleading expression. ”Don’t leave, please. I didn’t mean it. We can watch a movie.”

He acquiesced, and let you cling to his side pathetically after you pulled out a portable DVD player. You split a pair of headphones and watched The Royal Tenenbaums.

Halfway through the movie, clarity hit like a lightning strike. Or maybe it was more like a sinking feeling of dread— of being neck deep in quicksand before you realize you should be crawling out.

You couldn’t keep doing this. Because Art was a dream, really. Handsome, and talented, and smarter than you’d expected him to be. And he was so sweet, when he didn’t realize that he should’ve been discouraging your affection. Or maybe he liked it, but only when it was quiet and he didn’t have to acknowledge that what he was doing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t wrong and it was all your own fault for wanting someone who made it clear they weren’t emotionally available. Maybe you were pressuring him into something he didn’t want and it was all unfair to him too.

It didn’t matter. It was fucking killing you.

When the movie ended, he stretched and said he’d see you in class. You nodded, smiling the sad smile of a dog unknowingly being left at the pound.

Once the sadness faded, it was replaced with a molten resentment, an anger at him and yourself over your time being wasted. He still sat next to you in class, sneaking peeks of your notes, but you ignored him as best as you could. Days passed, then a week. You started to feel human again.

A couple weekends later, you ignored the text he sent asking for you to join him at a mixer the tennis team was planning on crashing. You ignored the follow up too.

You wound up at a party on the opposite end of campus with a few girls from the service org you were in. You flirted with a new guy, felt like maybe you were worth more than a casual fuck buddy.

So the sight of him sitting at your door when you finally stumbled home was the last thing you wanted to see. All sad, slumped against your door.

He scrambled to stand, expression filled with longing. “Don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded. “I missed you so fucking bad these past few weeks. Felt like I was going crazy.”

Your heart skipped, and hammered against your ribs. You wanted to reach out and kiss that sad, longing expression off his face. You wanted to tell him to leave. It was all very confusing.

“Don’t say that, Art, please,” you said weakly, lips turning down into a frown. You tried to sidestep him, to get the keys into the door, but he pulled you against his chest.

He smelled so nice— like cologne and cinnamon gum. You gave a pathetic sigh at the warmth of him, wrapped all around you. “I missed you,” he repeated. “It’s like a part of me has been missing. I wanted to talk to you so badly, to kiss you, to watch boring movies with you.”

Annoyance and longing bubbled hot in the pit of your stomach, you had to force yourself to push him away. “You just missed having a cheerleader you could fuck whenever you felt like it.”

He frowned. “That’s not true.”

”What’s my major? What’s my favorite place on campus?” He swallowed hard, exhaling sharply through his nose. “What’s my favorite movie?”

“How would I know that?” He asked, resignation flat on his features.

You rolled your eyes. “Because I tell you about it all the time. Because I’ve taken you there. Because I made you watch it. Twice.” You finally got into your room. When you didn’t slam the door, you realized that you were aching for him to follow. You wanted him to be near you, even if you were seething.

When you turned to face him, you hated that even though you were incredibly mad, you still wanted him to just prove you wrong. To convince you that you were being crazy and he was innocent and the only problem was you being a weirdo about your feelings.

God, he was so pretty. And he looked so sad.

“I’ll try to be better,” he said. “I’ll take you on dates, and buy you flowers, and give you what you deserve.”

But you’ll never be his girlfriend. You knew it, deep down. Even as you caved and gave a sweet, sad little nod. He was across the room, holding you against his chest as you felt annoying tears slipping down your cheeks. Tears of relief, of frustration, of resignation.

“I’m not Tashi,” you said when he pressed his lips to the crown of your skull. It was annoying that he had the power to quell all of your uncomfortable emotions with a single romantic gesture. He pulled back and met your gaze, and you softened. “I know she’s always been your first pick, and I don’t blame you, but I’m not ever going to be her, if that’s what you’re waiting on.”

Something passed over his expression, briefly. “I know you’re not.” It was more of a lament than it was an attempt at comfort. “I’m not waiting on anything.”

His lips trailed down, along your jaw, at the corner of your mouth. He pulled back, looking at you expectantly. Are you going to let me?

Your lips parted softly as you kissed him with lips that tasted wet and salty. It was chaste, and sweet. He pulled back and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. “Let me hold you until you fall asleep? Please?”

It was hard to stay mad at Art Donaldson, even when you knew you really should.

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