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[antenanotaic3]

There's claiming to lack social skills and there's RiD Ultra Magnus who gracefully throws social skills off a roof. Y'all have something to learn from him.

[recallback-art]

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[foxgirlmoth]

I don't talk about this stuff on here pretty much at all, but a past relationship really broke a ton of bits and pieces of my brain and heart in weird ways (I'm finally thinking about him almost never but the shit he pulled was abusive as hell and still affects me sometimes). Being in love with my current girlfriends for a while felt almost. Painful? Almost like I should be ashamed I can fall so deeply in love with people, and especially how quickly that can happen sometimes too. Thats how it kind of felt. I tend to get overwhelmed with emotions if I'm feeling them very strongly, and that has been extremely embarrassing and also felt almost like I was being a burden to those I love (which love is the main emotion that can 'get dialed up to 11' for me). It IS debilitating in some ways!!! It hasn't gotten bad enough I've been nonverbal in a really really long time but that happened this past week and it was wild to me.

Things are getting better now though! Therapy in the past has helped, and honestly having such patient and understanding partners has made a world of difference ;w;. my wife is someone who was one of my best friends and I had a huge crush on and now I can ask for cuddles and we can nap together and I've fallen so much in love. Her and her presence are literally heaven for me, I don't know if anything has ever made me happier than just laying next to her and feeling her warmth.

Worries of course flare up and I feel like I need to lean on her a lot during those moments, but I don't feel like too much of a burden to her. I love seeing the posts that say stuff like 'Its okay to be a burden' or 'its okay to be annoying' because really truly I think I need to be those things to survive sometimes. I can be 'a lot' and I can be a little bit obsessive and those things aren't inherently bad or evil of me. I just make sure I'm feeling okay during and after and make sure I'm checking in on myself often. I'm a bit of a broken girl, but that doesn't mean I'm not extremely happy and living a life I love. I've written poems and everything about how it feels like it must hurt to love me and my broken jagged edges, but hey, even if it does a little bit, it doesn't mean someone like my girlfriend/wife won't go through a little bit of burden to love me, and I'm more than happy to return all of this and more for her as well if she's ever in need or feels broken ;^;

[ittybittybumblebee]

I think i gotta do some art studies. I always feel blah abt my art when i start drawing n cant visualize the physical attributes of it in my head as im doing it like. It doesnt feel right. I think thats why ive been in a small art rut i need to look at other artists shit And look at real subjects again

[im-not-a-sheep]

arcane enemy music video my beloved

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

felt like a guy wearing an 'I LOVE HOTDOGS 😁' shirt to a deli earlier.

[galaxywannabe]

Joaquín Torres is the kind of mf to be both confused and annoyed that his fiancee isn't invited to his bachelor party. Sam's the best man, so he had to plan it ofc, and he's sitting there telling Joaquín all about their plans for the weekend away.

S: Yeah man, and after dinner we'll be headed to this awesome indoor minigolf place that lets you drink while you play, and-

J: Damn, my girl's gonna be so excited to hear about that. She LOVES minigolf.

S: Dude....she won't be there.

J: What do you mean she won't be there? Does she have something else planned for that day?

S: No, man, like...you know she's not coming, right?

Joaquín would look at Sam like he just insulted his mother.

J: What do you mean she's not coming?

S: I mean.....Torres, c'mon. It's a guys thing. It's your bachelor party.

J: Yeah, for my wedding to her.

S: Yeah man, I get that. But it's supposed to be, like, to celebrate your last weekend of freedom or whatever. She can't come.

J: Freedom?!

And it would just go on like that forever. I honestly think Joaquín would either change the rules so she gets to come:

"Well that's dumb. It's my bachelor party, and I want her there. Why the hell would I want to spend a weekend trapped at some resort with you guys and not my girl?"

OR he'd pout about it for a dramatic amount of time until she finally convinces him to go with the promise of:

"Baby, you just gotta get through this one weekend by yourself and then I'll be your wife, forever."

And he'd go and have a good time but he would send her increasingly pathetic selfies of him pouting at the camera as he is forced to do different fun activities with his friends and not her and then he'd come home and complain like he was in the trenches of a war and not enjoying bottomless margaritas on a beach in Miami.

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Idk just something that popped into my brain lmk if you have thoughts!!

[damneddamsy]

FALLING. RATING Explicit (18+ only) PAIRING Joel Miller x BIPOC OFC (Leela) FORMAT & SETTING Joel's POV & Post-TLOU Jackson AU WORD COUNT PER CHAPTER approx. 12,000+ STATUS Complete

SUMMARY It is said that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. Now, Joel Miller wasn’t looking to be a saint. Trust was a liability. Love, a memory too painful to keep. But if a sinner like him still had some future, and if that future starts with one night—a baby’s relentless cries cracking through his walls and breaking him open—then maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t lost everything yet. Against all instincts, he steps into that big, white house across his street. Nothing drives Joel to linger, but he does. For the baby at first—nascent Maya, with her bright eyes and fistfuls of Joel’s collar. Then, the strange new mother. What begins as an uneasy coexistence grows into something deeper, which neither of them dares name. Haunted by a narrative she never chose, brilliant but reclusive, Leela’s mind runs into the theoretical—proofs, patterns, chasing solutions to an unsolvable equation—while Joel’s hands are scarred by the practical: protecting, killing, enduring. When that peace becomes fleeting, when a fragile hope in the shape of a mathematical discovery begins to bloom, and the world, as always, threatens to take it away, Joel confronts what it means to fall—not just into the impossible, but into love, into hope, into the fragile rhythms of Leela and Maya’s life, and their quiet home that becomes a rare thing in this decaying tomorrow: a reason to stay. This is a story of healing, found family, and the abnormal, slow math of love—how we factor grief, multiply hope, balance the unknowns, it never adds up but somehow makes perfect sense.

INDEX (might be subject to change as the story progresses.)

part i -> EVENT HORIZON

part ii -> MICROFRACTURE

part iii -> FALSE EQUILIBRIUM

part iv -> MINIMUM VIABLE HOPE

part v -> RECONSTRUCTION ALGORITHM

part vi -> LIMIT APPROACHES GRACE

part vii -> FREEFALL FUNCTION

part viii -> SOFT INFINITY

part ix -> STITCH THEORY

interlude

part x -> DECOHERENCE

part xi -> ZERO CROSSING

part xii -> THEOREM OF BECOMING

part xiii -> HEURISTIC BLOOM

part xiv -> THE FINAL INTEGRATION

epilogue

acknowledgements

FALLING MOODBOARD (a huge bear hug, thank you and shoutout to the incredible @jolapeno !!)

FALLING MOODBOARD (2) (so many kisses and so much love to the talented, sweet @mrsmando !!)

CHARACTER STUDY A deep dive into Joel, Maya, and Leela, answering an ask from one of my sweetheart friends @jodiswiftle who followed along!

AUTHOR'S NOTE Have loads of fun with this masterlist! took me a while to think up a different way to potray these chapters, I'm so glad it came through so great!

TAGS your (ultimate) fix-it fic, The Dad™️ Joel, softest Joel you've ever seen, he is also an old yearner cuntstruck hardass, Joel being down bad for a teeny baby girl, OFC is arabic, OFC being an academic nerd and STEM girlie, the cutest baby (Maya) ever, baby is an actual character, Miller family dynamics, Tommy-Joel-Ellie hooliganisms, life in Jackson town, Ellie being the generally awesome older sister, neighbours-to-lovers trope, found family, slowburn, a lot of math references, lotsa door metaphors, epistolary interlude.

CONTENT WARNINGS eventual smut (the whole kaboodle), big griefs, depression, unbearable angst, violence, gore, blood, alcoholism, substance abuse, post-natal depression, the pains of motherhood, mentions of rape and suicide, childbirth.

[bytemee]

can u write a oneshot where mean!sorority!karina x loser!g!p!reader and reader goes out of town for a lego convention or some nerd shit and karina's like "ok lol" barely replying to their texts

but then reader sends selfies looking kinda good and suddenly karina's not so mean anymore (but she's acting like she doesn't care) and later she's in bed lowkey staring at reader's pics when reader calls and starts yapping about legos all excited while karina listens way too hard. somehow this leads to phone sex 🫣

CYBER SEX — YU JIMIN.

"wish you were here right now, all of the things i'd do."

synopsis. karina swears she doesn’t miss you. not even a little. if her puppy wants to ditch her for some dumb lego convention, that’s your loss. okay...maybe letting you leave was a mistake… but at least she can have some fun making you miss her.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), phone sex (duhhhh), g!p reader, pet names (karina calling u puppy ofc), bad writing, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2k

authors note. mean!sorority!karina is so awesome sauce man. i also forgot my own schedule dates.. i apologize.

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karina wasn't mad. she wasn't.

so what if her puppy had ditched town for some stupid lego convention? it wasn't like she cared. she had better things to do than think about you running around, geeking out over plastic blocks.

her sorority sisters, however, were testing her patience. 

"she didn't even tell you until last minute?" giselle smirked over her drink. 

"sounds like someone got ditched," winter added.

"i didn't get ditched." karina rolled her eyes, scrolling through her messages. your last text had been two hours ago—a simple just got here! it's so cool, you'd love it if you gave it a chance :(  to which she had responded with a dry, doubt it. 

and that was it. that was all you were getting from her. if you wanted to act like a loser, that was your problem.

"didn't get ditched," winter mocked under her breath, earning a laugh from ningning.karina threw them a glare before pushing up from the couch, phone clutched in her hand. "i'm going to bed."

she ignored their knowing smirks as she stormed up the stairs to her room, locking the door behind her. 

her phone buzzed just as she flopped onto her bed, and against her better judgment, she checked it immediately.

puppy: look!! isn't it so cute?? :D

attached were three selfies of you grinning with some ridiculously detailed lego set in the background. your glasses were slightly askew, your hoodie a little too big, and your excitement was practically radiating off the screen. 

karina clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in just a little. not because she missed you. not because she thought you looked cute. just... because. 

another text popped up. 

puppy: there's this one panel tomorrow about rare discontinued sets, you think i should go? 

she bit her lip, hesitating before replying.

karina: do whatever you want. 

she stared at her screen for a moment before sighing and tossing her phone onto her pillow. 

she wasn't jealous. she wasn't annoyed. she wasn't—

her phone buzzed again.

puppy: you're so mean ;(

a smirk twitched at her lips.

before she could respond, her phone started ringing. you.

she exhaled sharply before answering, keeping her voice bored. "what?"

"okay, so—listen." your voice came through, breathless with excitement. "i got to see so many cool sets today. like, there was this one display of the millennium falcon that was massive, and i swear, if i had the money, i'd—"

she hummed, pretending to listen as you rambled on about your day. but she was listening. more than she wanted to admit. she could practically picture you, pacing in your hotel room, waving your hands around as you talked a mile a minute.

"like i said, you'd think it's cool if you were here," you muttered, and she could hear the pout in your voice.

"don’t think so."

you groaned. "you're impossible."

she smirked. "and you're a nerd."

"i am not—"

she could hear the shuffle of you moving around, probably flopping onto your bed. then, a pause. your voice was quieter when you spoke again. "you miss me?"

karina rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. she could lie. she could say no. but instead, she muttered, "not really."

you laughed, soft and knowing. "liar."

she closed her eyes, gripping her phone tighter. maybe she was. but she'd never admit it.

not yet, anyway.

karina sighed, rolling onto her side as she let your voice fill the quiet of her room. it was late, and she should have been asleep already, but instead, she was still listening to you ramble about legos of all things—like some lovesick idiot.

not that she was one.

"i swear, some of these sets were insane," you continued, voice slightly muffled like you were getting comfortable. "there was this one star wars display with over ten thousand pieces. can you imagine? ten thousand."

"hm," she hummed, only half-listening now. she was too busy staring at the selfies you'd sent earlier, swiping through them like she hadn't already memorized every detail.

she could hear you shifting again, the sound of fabric rustling against fabric, a small sigh escaping your lips. "kinda wish you were here, though. feels weird without you making fun of me."

karina smirked, rolling onto her back. "i'd make fun of you either way, puppy."

you laughed, soft and breathy. "i know. but still."

a beat of silence stretched between you, comfortable but charged. karina exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing idle circles against her stomach.

"so..." your voice had dropped slightly, quieter, more hesitant. "what are you doing?"

"lying down," she murmured. "thinking."

"about?"

she bit her lip, debating. she could keep playing it cool, keep pretending she wasn't fazed by you being miles away. but she was tired, and her walls were lower than usual, and you sounded so damn cute on the other end of the line.

"...you."

you inhaled sharply. "oh."

a smirk pulled at her lips. she could hear the way you tensed up, the way your breath hitched, and it sent a slow wave of satisfaction through her.

"what, puppy?" she teased, her voice dropping into something lower, something smug. "cat got your tongue?"

you swallowed audibly. "no, i just—"

she hummed, tilting her head back against the pillow. "you're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"

another pause. a shaky exhale.

"karina..."her smirk deepened, fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin. "what's wrong, puppy? you miss me that bad?"

you made a small, frustrated noise on the other end, and karina chuckled, knowing exactly where this was heading.

maybe letting you leave town had been a mistake. but at least now, she could have a little fun reminding you exactly who you belonged to. she bit her lip as she slipped her hand into her shorts, trailing her fingers between her thighs. 

her voice dropped lower, more sultry, more teasing. "use your words, puppy. tell me how much you miss me."

she could hear your breathing pick up, ragged and uneven. "i-i miss you. god, i miss you so much."

a small hum of satisfaction escaped her. you gulped at the sound, your shaky hands fumbling to unbutton your jeans. "i want you," you whined, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i wanna be back there with you."

"yeah?" she asked, a smile pulling at her lips. "and what would you do if you were here?"

she knew the answer, of course, but she wanted to hear you say it. she wanted to hear the way your voice would waver and crack as you finally gave in, finally told her exactly what you wanted.

you whimpered, your hands wrapping around yourself as you imagined her touch. "i'd kiss you," you admitted, your breath hitching. 

karina's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding through her own slick. "where?"

"everywhere," you breathed.

she bit her lip, heat coiling in her stomach. she wanted to tell you to get your ass back here, to come crawling on your knees, to beg her to forgive you for leaving her alone like this. but she knew she was too prideful for that, and besides, she couldn't help but find a bit of amusement in the fact that you were getting yourself off, miles away, just to the sound of her voice.

“you touching yourself, puppy?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

"mhm," you nodded weakly, even though she couldn't see you. you were breathing hard, your hand moving faster, your chest heaving as you lost yourself in the sound of her voice.

karina could hear the way your breath hitched with each stroke, could hear the way your voice went shaky each time she spoke. she loved it, and not in the usual possessive sense you'd expect from her. no, there was something almost tender in the way she teased you, in the way she kept you wanting.

"god, you're so easy," she murmured.

"please," you whimpered, your voice cracking slightly. "i-i wanna hear you."

karina tilted her head back, her breath catching in her throat. you were always so needy, so desperate for her, and god, she loved it. she loved hearing the way your voice would get hoarse and strained, loved the way you'd beg and plead with her to give you more.

"puppy..." she moaned, "you sound so fucking good." a finger slipped into her heat, curling up and dragging along her walls.

"please," you whimpered again, your hand moving faster. "i need to hear you. need to know if you're touching yourself too."

you could hear her gasp on the other end of the line, and you pictured her, eyes closed, back arched as she pressed down into the touch of her own fingers. you let out a jagged exhale, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. she was so gorgeous, and even if you weren't there with her, just hearing her like this was enough to drive you crazy.

"are you?" you asked again, a little more desperately this time.

"fuck, yes," she breathed. "i am."

"fuck." your grip tightened around your phone. "i-i bet you look so pretty right now. bet you feel so good."

"so fucking good, puppy." she was moaning openly now, another finger slipping into her slick heat. karina imagined what it would be like to have you back here, on top of her, inside of her, fucking her so hard that all she could do was cry out your name.

she wanted you so badly, and as her fingers sped up, as the heat built in her stomach, she felt herself getting closer to that edge, closer to falling apart for you. "god, i-i miss you so much," she breathed. her body was on fire with desire, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. 

if she wasn't fingers deep inside herself right now, she would have cringed so hard at herself that she'd turn to stone. but her head was swimming with pleasure, and her tongue was loose with it, and god, she wished you were here so she could take out her pent-up frustration on your body.

"s-shit, puppy," she breathed. "you're mine. all mine."

"yes," you whimpered. "only yours."

her fingers curled against her walls, pressing deep into her slick heat, and fuck, she was close, so close, and—

"k-karina," you moaned, your voice going hoarse. "i-i'm gonna cum. please, please, i—"

"fuck, me too." her voice was a low growl, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building. she wanted to tell you, wanted to make sure you knew, but all that came out was a series of broken moans. she could hear the way your breaths were coming quicker now, could hear the way they turned into choked gasps.

and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing. 

you were hers, and you were coming undone for her.she was getting close too, and when her hand finally started to ache, and she couldn't bring herself to stop, couldn't bring herself to do anything but press her fingers deeper and deeper until her walls finally clenched around them.

"g-gonna—" you cried out, your body shaking as your release finally took over, spilling out of you in waves of pleasure. karina's body followed soon after, her fingers curling deep inside her slick heat, her muscles clenching around them. she shuddered, gasping, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, the aftershocks still rolling through your body, your skin flushed with heat. the only thing grounding you was the faint static of the phone pressed against your ear.

karina was the first to break the silence, her voice quieter now, almost lazy. "...when are you coming back home?"

you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. "why?"

"just wondering," she murmured, voice dripping with something that made your stomach twist.

you exhaled slowly, shifting against the sheets. "tomorrow night."

"good."

she didn't elaborate, but you didn't need her to. the implication was clear—she wanted you back.

you smirked, voice teasing as you asked, "miss me that much?"

karina let out a soft scoff, but it lacked any real bite. "shut up."

you chuckled, but before you could push her further, she spoke again, quieter this time.

"...you'll come straight to me, right?"

the words caught you off guard.

for someone who usually kept her emotions so close to her chest, it was unusual for her to ask for something so blatantly. she must be feeling vulnerable. but it wasn't unwelcome. in fact, it sent a wave of affection through you, made your heartbeat a little faster.

you smiled, the words leaving you without a second thought. "of course, i will."

the line was silent for a beat, and then another, and for a moment, you wondered if she was already asleep.

"okay," she whispered.

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[neeeooon]

Hi! Can I request Blue Lock boys with an S/O who is just as protective over them as they are? For example, defending them when someone is bitching about them or starting an argument w them for no reason. The boys deserve to be fought for too! Also I would like it if you write for the Itoshis, Isagi, Kaiser, Nagi, Barou and Zantetsu. I'm sorry if its a lot ㅠㅠ you can choose from these characters if its a lot. Thank you <33

YES ofc and i agree we need more defensive/protective y/n’s !! thank you for the request! <3

when you’re protective over them ;

bf bllk x protective gn!reader. cw: lots of cussing in isagi’s (by you), lowk harassment in barou’s, pet names (multiple in zantetsu’s)

itoshi sae

-> sae doesn’t care much for drama or defending himself. he’s blunt and he finds it pointless, since people will always find a way to entertain themselves one way or another

-> you are not like that

-> “oh my gosh, are you itoshi sae? can we get a picture with you?!” a group of high schoolers giggle and jump around your boyfriend in excitement, but you can see the tension in his shoulders as he raises a hand. “no.”

-> “aw, come on, please? we’re your biggest—“ “did he stutter?” that shuts them up pretty quick. “no? hm, me neither! now, kindly leave :)”

-> they do ask told, grumbling about how mean you are, but you ignore them and turn to sae. “why don’t you fight them off or something? your space gets invaded all the time.” “they would have left eventually.” “hmph. good thing you have me to fight your public battles!”

-> sae doesn’t care enough to fight any battles, but he finds your protectiveness cute, so he pats your head and says, “perfect. good job, y/n.” you may have blushed

itoshi rin

-> you want to fight his brother so bad when rin finally tells you his side of their disagreement, but you don’t because you know some battles don’t involve you

-> others do. like the wannabe interviewer who approached your boyfriend one day to hound him for answers about his relationship with sae

-> “i, uh… i-i—“ “what the hell do you think you’re doing? get away from him!” you barely have time to look both ways before running across the street and throwing yourself between your pale boyfriend and the pushy “interviewer”

-> he groans at your interruption and pops an annoyed hand on his hip. “excuse me, we’re in the middle of something—“ “rin, do you want to talk to this guy?” rin shakes his head, and you raise a brow at the interviewer. “he said he doesn’t want to talk to you. that means leave before i make you leave.”

-> “you can’t threaten me! you should respect your elders, young—“ “it wasn’t a threat. it was an option. you can either walk away now, or crawl away later. the choice is yours.”

-> he chooses the former, leaving you with your shaken boyfriend. “are you okay? that guy was totally insensitive and pushy and… are you okay?” “i’m okay. thank you, y/n.” “don’t thank me. i’m here to love and protect you!”

isagi yoichi

-> isagi was raised in such a loving home. where do you think his potty mouth came from?

-> “touch a hair on his head again, and i’ll make you watch as i fuck your mother,” you spat at the boy writhing on the floor after punching him in the face

-> blinking at the scene before him, isagi shakily wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you away from the guy who’d dared to grab his hair while he was in your sight

-> “you didn’t have to punch him—“ “i’m sorry, i just really hate when people think they can put their dirty, disgusting, shitty hands all over you without asking. it’s so icky!”

-> he’s about to say ‘i can defend myself,’ but isagi likes having someone love him enough to defend him like you do. it makes him feel special, and he hopes you know he’d do the same if anyone tried messing with you

-> “you’re awesome, y/n.” “i know. kidding, you’re really fucking awesome too, yoichi!”

michael kaiser

-> you were already protective over kaiser before he told you about his past. knowing why he’s so stiff around older men just adds fuel to you protective flames

-> you’re shopping for groceries with kaiser when an older gentleman wearing a pxg jersey approaches, and you’re immediately on high alert

-> “hey, you’re that kid from, uh, bltv!” he scoffs, and you can feel kaiser’s grip tightening around your hand. “yeah, it’s you, alright. your teammates play dirty. you’re all d—“

-> you’re in his face before he can get the words out. “finish that sentence. i dare you.” you smile sweetly, but you know he can see the threat in your eyes. “see what happens.”

-> flustered, the gentleman hesitates a moment before turning and continuing his shopping elsewhere. you turn to see kaiser staring at you with wide eyes, his fingers wrapped loosely around his throat. “you… defended me?”

-> “of course i did,” you keep your movement casual, trying not to alarm him as you carefully pull his hand from his neck and knot your fingers together. “you’re mine. no one will ever speak to or about you like that as long as i’m here.”

nagi seishiro

-> nagi is too lazy to defend himself. which is where you come in!

-> you’re at a gaming cafe, searching for seats, when someone shoves past your boyfriend, knocking him back slightly from the force of the push

-> nagi would have brushed it off, but the guy puffs his chest out and puts his finger in your boyfriend’s face. “you gonna apologize, dick?”

-> nagi tries to slink away, but the guy goes to grab his hoodie, and your hand is on his wrist. “what the fuck do you—?!” “you’re not going to touch him again. grow a pair and get the fuck out of our way.” “!!!”

-> but he must see how dark your stare is, because the guy shivers and pulls himself from your grip so he can leave

-> sighing, nagi drapes a loose arm around you shoulders and pulls you into his side. “what a hassle. you didn’t have to do that.” “yes, i did. someone’s gotta defend you, ya lazy boy.” “lame… i love you.” you kiss his cheek. “i love you, too.”

barou shouei

-> it’s not like barou needs your protection. that doesn’t mean you aren’t protective of him, anyway

-> with soccer comes fame, and with fame comes fans. some who think they have some sort of claim over your boyfriend and his body

-> barou is signing some autographs for the ubers when a little group of fans, a mix of energetic men and women who are a bit too old to be staring at your boyfriend the way they are, approach

-> you know barou isn’t allowed to reject or shove them when they invade his space, but when you see one of them give his bicep a squeeze, another reaching for his waist, you see red

-> “absolutely not,” you grab the back of the person’s collar and tug, causing them to flail and stumble away from your boyfriend. “you can take your signature and photo, but you do not have the right to put your hands on him.”

-> offended and embarrassed, the group leaves, and you feel barou slip a hand over the small of your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “that was sexy. who knew you’d get so protective over me?” “um, me. no one can run their hands over your body but me.” “mmm, deal.”

zantetsu tsurugi

-> you hate how people call your boyfriend dumb, and you hate that he believes them

-> he may not be the most intelligent guy around, but that doesn’t make him “stupid” or “useless”, and you will (and have) willingly throw hands with anyone who insults him

-> you’re waiting outside your boyfriend’s classroom when he emerges with two students following close behind, berating him over a problem he solved incorrectly in front of the class

-> “how have you not been held back, ya dummy?” “my baby sister could solve that problem, and she’s six!” “yeah! dumba—“ they freeze when they see you and visibly cower

-> cocking an amused brow, you’re glad to see that your reputation proceeds you. “you know who i am, don’t you?” they nod. “and you know who he is to me, hm?” they nod. you smile. “good. i’ll give you three seconds to apologize, or i’m taking your tongues and stapling them to your foreheads.”

-> they run off, leaving you alone with your pouty boyfriend. you instantly cup his face and scan his features with concern. “what’s wrong, sweet boy? did anyone else say something to you?”

-> zantetsu huffs, his cheeks puffed slightly between your hands. “won’t you get in trouble for yelling at them? it’s not like they were wrong…” “oh no, baby, not for that. bullies get what they deserve. and you’re not dumb! you’ll tell me if anyone else says anything mean, won’t you?” he nods. “i will :3” “good boy!”

[puck-luck]

hey andy, congrats on your one year :) i’d like to order a cappuccino with cold foam for jack hughes please! i’d love if you could write sexting or phone sex while he is recovering from surgery in michigan and his gf is in jersey! thank you <3

i did something new on this one! it's meant to be read like a text thread. jack's messages are in italics and the reader's are in bold AND italics. enjoy!!

You up?

ofc. how did the surgery go?

Good. I’m back at the hotel

what time is it there?

Almost 9.

what else did you do today?

Watched the boys play the Stars. Lukie had 2 assists

that’s so awesome!! i’m sorry you missed it j i know you wanted to be there

I don’t really want to think about it.

i get that. did you get room service again this time

Haha I did actually

My season’s over so I went crazy and got the Ranch Wagyu Burger

It was really good

omg that sounds yum

what did it have on it

Normal burger toppings with a chipotle aioli

jack that sounds sooo good

can you bring me one when you get back to jersey?

Idk if it travels well but I’ll try

Why are you up so late?

i was polishing up a report due tomorrow and lost track of time 

now you’re texting me soooo

You don’t have to stay up just for me

j. i missed you today. ofc i’m staying up to talk to you.

I’m sorry I have to be away for longer

I wish I was in NJ with you

it’s not your fault, babe. injuries happen. i want you to be healthy

i wish you were here too but i can wait

i’m excited to play nurse when you get back

That sounds nice

Should we get you an outfit?

Sexy nurse

i’m one step ahead of you

[image sent: sexy nurse outfit from amazon, complete with stockings and hat]

You’re kidding

Put it on

lmao ok j one sec

[image sent: a mirror picture of you, wearing the sexy nurse outfit. the dress is sheer enough that jack can see your white panties through it.]

Holy shit

You look fucking good baby

i thought you’d like it

Like it? Y/N I’m hard just looking at you

I’ll die if I see you wear that at home

noooo you can’t die on my watch

save that for luke’s shift

No way Luke is going to take care of me

Not when you look like that

[image sent: a mirror picture showing the back side of your outfit. you’re slightly bent over so jack can see your ass cheeks and panties.]

Baby…

need to take your blood pressure after that pic huh

Want you to sit on my cock wearing that

now that doesn’t feel very professional :(

That dress isn’t professional

Tit pic?

omg.

[image sent: you, kneeling in front of the full length mirror with your boobs on display, like you’re about to crawl towards him]

[minutes later] are you there?

Sorry

You look so good

Can’t type at the same time

I only have one hand

ohhh i get it

fucking your fist to your pretty nurse huh

imagining it’s my tits? or my cunt? which one do you want j

Both

tits first i think

you can come all over them and clean me up with your tongue while you fuck me

gonna pull your hair while you do it

i should probably ride you

i’ll come on your cock and clean you up with my mouth too

Yes I want that

i bet you do

lick all my cum off your cock and moan bc it tastes so good

should sit on your face and ride your tongue

Want you to finger yourself

now?

Yeah

whatever makes my patient feel better

[video sent: you, still kneeling in front of the mirror, licking your middle two fingers and trailing them down to your core. you pull your panties to the side and slip your fingers inside, whimpering audibly.]

Fuck

[video received: jack’s lower half, filmed from a different angle. his phone must be resting against the lamp on his bedside table. one of his arms is slinged, but the other is flying over his cock, hips jumping into the tight grip. a choked groan, then a shaky moan leaves him just before white strips spurt from his tip and drip down his knuckles. jack’s hand slows and he milks his length, rubbing the tip of his finger over his slit to clear it of any lingering cum. “Fuck,” he whispers, wiping his hand on the sheets before grabbing his phone and giving you a closeup of his softening cock, laying across his hips. you get a good view of his thighs and stomach, spotted with his delectable white seed.]

[outgoing facetime call with jack – 11:24pm]

[bewitched-hours]

If your fine with it, I’d like to ask for a smut between Elliot (from foresaken) x reader where the reader is his wife/spouse and the plot being that their parents were joking around and making a bet when they’ll have children or something along that line and Elliot and reader just decide to you know. The boombayah. This doesn’t need to include kinks if you’re uncomfy with those! And please, if you feel even slightly uncomfortable, then feel free to not do this!

(afab would be welcome if you’d like ofc)

Ooo, first smut req! I'll be happy throwing my nun role away- /silly /j

Reader is getting She/They so both labels can apply-

You loved life. Even your love life-

You were married to a wonderful man, your families treat each other like they've known them forever, what more could you ask for?

Well... It wasn't exactly what you asked for when you came to the family reunion with Elliot. You two still had moments where you acted like teenagers in love which often had some family members suspect one or both of you were still a virgin.

Of course, that wasn't the case at all. You were just careful to not start an accidental pregnancy. You never really thought about being ready for a child...

"Soo~ When can I expect to be a grampa?" Your dad suddenly joked, almost making you spit out your soda in surprise.

It made the table giggle and explode in jokes about you and Elliot being awesome parent material with your little cousins as witnesses.

You were a little embarrassed and tried to see if Elliot was okay but he looked just about every shade of red at this point.

Now, you weren't saying you'd mind it. You caught yourself fantasizing more than once about raising a child with Elliot since you two could handle your younger cousins so well.

Nonetheless, you quickly tried to change the subject for your poor husband's sake, opting to leave the embarrassment at the table by the time you were all cleaning up and saying goodbyes.

"[Reader], can we talk about something?" Elliot was quick to touch on the subject once everyone was gone and you were both in bed.

Knowing what was coming, you just nodded and listened.

"I know your family joked about it often but how would you feel if we were actually raising a child..?" His voice sounded almost embarrassed to even ask. As if you'd give him anything but love.

"I think you'd be a great father... And our child would have a great life..." You began peppering his face with kisses, even straddling his lap as the only light in the room came from the TV.

"Then... Do you wan-" You quickly shut him up through a kiss and a chuckle. "I'd love to raise a child with you, sweetheart..."

You could see him practically melt at your words. You were lucky you usually didn't sleep in pyjamas which meant less to throw off yourselves.

You found yourself giggling as Elliot would gently mark up your neck, whispering nothing but praise inbetween while he was gently taking off your bra and panties.

He had seen your body so many times now but still insisted on complimenting how beautiful you were. It just made you all the more excited for him.

Before you knew it, you had him whimpering beneath you, his dick lubed up and without a condom for the first time while gently grabbing at your thighs. You were teasing him, enjoying how desperate he felt until you finally allowed him inside.

The relief on his face was quick to turn into a soft smile as you began moving up and down with a gentle pace. With your body almost begging for him at this point and his begging for you in return.

But gradually, you began picking it up and moving a bit rougher, listening to your poor husband whining and begging not to stop.

But you always loved pushing his buttons, even in bed. And by the stars, his whimpering as you slowed down again was heavenly.

you tried to repeat this a couple times, each time receiving a more desperate and fed up response than the last with Elliot commenting how cruel you were in that joking tone of his.

You were intentionally pushing him to the edge and then some. And he couldn't help but give in.

"Fuck- you wanted this..." He groaned, easily pushing you to the side and ending up on top as he continued to gently hold you with one hand but hold himself up with the other.

He was just a little rougher than you were, sending waves of pleasure through you as he continued whining about you being so cruel but irresistible.

And to his credit, you could be cruel to him when you were pushing limits. He learned that you loved both his soft and rougher sides and the teasing is just your way of seeing what it took to break him. Like a little fun game the two of you liked to play.

But he never went rough with words. He hated the thought of degrading you so even when you were so cruel, he found the opportunity to praise you.

"f-fuck- You're taking me so well- Like the beauty you are-" You could tell he was close and his praise always made you shudder in pleasure.

And surprisingly, you both came at the same time. You were quick to pull him down and kiss him deeply while your bodies twitched in muffled cries of release. You both waited for a few seconds after to just stare at each other and chuckle, praising one another as you wrapped your legs more firmly around him.

"What if it doesn't work..?" You heard him quietly ask. Wether it was directed at you or himself was debatable.

Regardless, you'd just have to answer that for him. "Then we should probably go a little more just to be sure~"

All he could do was laugh softly before turning you both around again to have you riding him again. "Maybe you should lead this round then and I could be the one teasing you~" His smug tone made a shiver run down your spine. It was luckily a pleasured one.

Man, this would be a long and tiring night for you both...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[takenbypeter]

Hello! Per your most recent announcement I have a Bob x Reader request🙂‍↕️(Pls) The reader has a sonic scream like Black Canary & is an expert in diff martial arts. She also wears the same costume (the bodysuit, leather jacket & fishnet tights)🙈So ofc Bob finds her very attractive and gets nervous around her but she’s oblivious bc she thinks he’s like that in general with everyone. Bob also thinks he doesn’t have a chance bc he sees how close her & Bucky are but they’ve been friends for years since she’s an OG Avenger & sided with Steve during the Sokovia accords. Then we have Yelena trying to encourage Bob to make a move and Bucky trying to get the reader to see the obvious signs that Bob likes her. A little chaos but fluff in the end lol. Thank you!

Push To Start

Bob Reynolds x reader

Words: 2757

A/N: This might not be as chaotic as you wanted but yayyy first Bob fic! I have a few WIP but feel free to request again. Thanks for requesting and I love Black Canary that’s one of my girls!!!

“Hut!” Your voice bounced off the walls, while your blow landed with a thud as it came in contact with a heavy metal arm. 

You heard a gasp from across the room creating a bit of a distraction. Taking the millisecond Bucky grabbed your legs knocking you down in the process. You strained, trying to escape but bit but he pinned you down. 

From your position on the floor you could see the man behind the gasp. Bob. He was seated on his usual bench when you and Bucky spared. His face was decorated with a look of fret. 

Bucky didn’t have to follow your eyes to know who you were looking at. “Your fanboy is being a bit annoying don’t you think?”

You frowned pulling Bucky closer then tumbling around, switching positions so you’ve got him held to the mat now. 

“He’s not my fanboy, he’s here to learn about fighting styles.”

You glanced up again, noticing Bob's worry was now replaced with an expression of awe. 

Bucky escaped from your hold pretty easily and soon enough you two were both on your feet again. The next moments were filled with both parties obtaining hits, back and forth until Bucky wrapped you in a headlock, his arm tightening as you struggled. 

“Right, which is why he’s only in this room when you’re in this room. Or the fact that he’s been here for weeks and weeks and never once touched this mat.”

You lifted your top lip, snarling at his words. “He’s a visual learner, so what?” You squeaked out before using a small amount of your sonic scream. The screech, though not directed at Bucky, irritated his ears enough that it caused him to let go and fall to his knees. Once he landed, you grabbed him and tossed him over your shoulder. He landed but was on his way up again, quick.  

“Yeah sure that’s it,” he said, pushing the sweat off of his forehead. 

You were done with this conversation. Kicking it into high gear, you charged at the man and landed strike after strike until you finally knocked him down and right as he hit the ground. The timer went off. 

The tension in your body lightened as your arms dropped to your side while Bucky lay on the floor, both were exhausted. 

Bob stood up clapping at your victory and turning to him you gave a bow before waving as if you had just won a pageant. 

“Amazing,” he complimented, “really awesome,” and you grinned at him, “thank you, thank you.”

Behind you, you heard Bucky shifting around on the mat, “don’t worry about me, I’m fine. The mat is pretty comfy.”

You laughed a bit before heading towards Bob on the bench who handed you your towel and water bottle once you were close enough, “thanks.”

“No problem.”

“I’m gonna go get changed I’ll be right out.”

“And I’ll just get my own water,” you heard Bucky mumble under his breath while he head to the door. You rolled your eyes at his comment carrying on with your task at hand.

Bob waited patiently outside the changing room. It wasn’t a long wait, in fact it was quicker than usual and soon you came back out in your suit. 

Bob’s eyes blinked harshly, trying his best not to look down like a creep and check you out. He’s seen you in the suit multiple times, but god you made those fish-tights look good. 

At his silence plus the awkwardness you were beginning to feel, you grabbed the bottom of your leather jacket and turned your upper half to the side, showing the fit off. 

“How do I look?” You joked.

And little did you two know that while you asked Yelena quietly had made her appearance at the end of the hallway. Instead of approaching she watched seeing how Bob Reynolds would play this out. 

Bob wasn’t sure if his jaw was open or closed but all he knew was he had to pull himself together. “You look amazing…stunning—perfect—well you always look perfect.”

“Relax,” you placed a hand on his shoulder trying to calm his ramblings. And while you thought this was a relaxing gesture all it did was make Bob more aware of the fact that you were there. “I was joking.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as a silly smile took over his lips, “right.”

You shared a smile before he realized what you in your suit could only mean. “You’re going on a mission?”

“Yeah Valentina messaged me while I was changing. So Bucky and I are heading out soon.”

“You and Bucky? Why do they always pair you two together?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know, probably cause we work well together. Our fighting styles complete each other,” you kidded, batting your eyelashes while Bob forced a laughing sound to come out of his mouth. 

“Okay well, don’t be gone too long,” he snapped his fingers, with them landing in a finger gun position, (something he immediately regretted after doing,) “I’ll be waiting right here.”

You tried your hardest not to laugh at the outdated hand gesture, while he continued on, “well not right here—I mean I’ll be in the building, waiting— but I’m not like just waiting if for you, I’ll be doing other things. Because waiting like a stalker is weird so yeah.”

That did it. You let out the laughter, it echoing down the hallway while you waved him off, and started walking, “bye Bob, I’ll see you later.”

Bob watched as you retreated unable to take his eyes off of you. He tried his most not to gawk at your figure but like he said, you looked good. And then finally you were gone. 

He let out a sigh realizing he was once again alone. But he wasn’t as alone as he thought. 

“Very smooth.”

“Ah!” Bob backed away from the voice, leaping from the blonde who stood right beside him her eyes also to where Bob was last peering at. 

“Geez, you act like you’ve seen a ghost.“

His body relaxed at Yelena’s words recognizing that he was in a fact safe, but his mind was still alert. 

“So I’m tired of this riff raff, will they won’t they? Ask her out already—ooh what’s the plan? I don’t want to help but I just want to be there to see how you manage this one.”

“Wh—what are you talking about?” It wasn’t out of nervousness that he stuttered in fact he was trying his hardest to plead innocence. 

“Oh don’t do that. Don’t play that game. You like her, it’s obvious so let’s just put our big boy pants on and ask her out now, okay? Okay.”

Bob opened his mouth to protest but just closed it accepting the fact that he couldn’t argue with Yelena. She was one of the few who could easily read him. 

“Okay yes I like her but there is no plan. Plus she has this whole thing for Bucky so that’s that.”

Yelena let out a snort, “her?” She pointed to where your figure was last seen, “and Bucky? That’s hilarious. You’re funnier than you realize.” She smacked his arm laughing out loud while she did so, but her laughter subsided once she realized he wasn’t joining in with her. 

“You’re serious? Oh she does not like him.”

“Why else would they be together all the time? They spar together, keep tabs on each other. Bucky keeps his distance from everybody else except from her. I don’t blame the guy, I just know I can’t beat him.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped, “wow you really are…” what she wanted to say was an idiot but she didn’t want to beat the guy further down a hole he was already putting himself in. 

“Look, they're not a thing. They’re just close. They’ve known each other for years and years. She was on Captain America’s side with Bucky when the whole internal avengers war thing happened. So yeah they’re close but they’ve never once dated, or kissed, nothing. Don’t you think they would’ve done something by now if they were interested in each other.”

Bob was silent because in a way, Yelena was right. Years and years, and not once has one made a move on the other. 

“So again I’ll ask, what’s the plan?”

Bob was quiet again, this new information plus his own information rattling inside his head. 

But ultimately he expressed, “there is no plan. If she doesn’t like a guy as great as Bucky, then what chance do I even have?” He shrugged, turning his back not wanting to talk further on the subject so he just walked away. 

Yelena hated getting sucked into this mushy gushy situation. But she stood there nodding and pressing her lips together watching his back get smaller and smaller as his distance from her grew. 

“Okay, guess it’s up to me. Again,” she said after he was gone and out of ear shot. 

A few hours had passed and as usual the mission had been successful. Sure there were some bumps in the road and you had to come to Bucky’s aid twice but who was really counting anyways. Oh wait, you were. 

You groaned as you stretched your back inside the jet, waiting for the ride back to come to its end.

“How much do you want to bet your new puppy dog is waiting for you at the front door?”

You frowned at Bucky knowing exactly who he was referring to. “Don’t call him that. He just admires us, that's all.”

“Us? More like you.”

“Us.”

“Right cause he cheers for me when I win at sparring.”

“I can’t help it that he thinks I’m cooler than you. I mean have you seen my powers? Anyone would think that.”

Bucky shook his head, a smile prevalent on his face. “He gets nervous around you.”

“He gets nervous around everyone,” you argue. 

“Not really. Not anymore. He’s still only like that with you.”

“Bucky enough,” was your response invoking Bucky to give the biggest eye roll you’ve ever seen him do. 

But despite your firm stand on the whole situation, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when Bob wasn’t waiting for you at the door like Bucky had mentioned earlier. Pushing the feeling off you turned to Buck, “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll see you later,” you said heading off towards your quarters while Bucky headed towards the kitchen. 

Great, now that Bucky stirred the thought that was hidden in the back of your head, you couldn’t get it out. Bob didn’t like you. Why would he? I mean why wouldn’t he, but he treated you the same way he had when you first met. He was just naturally that way…right?

Great now you were thinking weird thoughts. Well not weird but what if Bob did actually have feelings for you how would that even work? It would be so complicated. But he is sweet. And kind. And he reminded you of about half of the fictional crushes you used to have. Great you shook your head grabbing your towel, Bucky was ruining your life throwing these thoughts into your brain. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror you said with a firm and convincing voice, “he doesn’t like me.” And with that you hopped in the shower, and began washing the sweat and stink fork the day away. 

After your shower you ended up taking a nap, which is exactly what you needed to let your body heal a bit. Hours passed and as soon as you were up, you went into the kitchen and ran into Bucky. 

“There you are,” he said, catching your attention as you grabbed a green apple from the open fruit dish on the kitchen counter. 

“Bob was looking for you in the sparring room.”

“In the sparring room?”

“Yeah. Said something about wanting you to teach him or something.”

You suppressed your face from spreading into a wide beam and while you were still tired from the earlier mission, sparring with Bob? Now this, you were wide awake for. 

Taking your leave you left Bucky heading towards said location. 

And keeping your excitement in check you made your way and entered the room. Stepping inside and taking a peek around you easily realized, nobody was in here. 

Turning around you were about to go question the man who led you on this wild Bob chase when the door opened and there stood Bob. 

He looked surprised to see you like he hadn’t been expecting you. 

“Hi.” He said standing in the doorway, his hand still on the handle. 

“Hi?” No words were spoken and honestly you were positive Bucky just set you up. 

“I was told you wanted to learn about sparring?”

Bob smiled, a bit of laughter leaving his lips as he looked away. “I mean I do want to learn but Yelena told me there was a surprise in here for me, so here I am.”

“That’s weird, why woul—“ your question got interrupted as Bob’s body stumbled. As it lunged forward the door behind him slammed shut before a locking sound was heard. 

Yelena came into view on the glass window and gave a little wave with her signature closed lip smile before leaving your sight. 

You turned back to Bob who suddenly didn’t look as lost as you. 

“What is going on?” You asked, confusion just increasing with every action that was just taken. 

Bob who suddenly was putting pieces together let out an, “oh,” sound before explaining. 

“I think I know what this is about.” Without giving himself a second thought he let out, “she’s trying to set us up.”

“Set us up?”

He shakes his head while looking down, (a habit you noticed that he tended to do). 

“Yeah, for some reason she thinks you like me and I like you. So she set up this whole not so elaborate plan—Which is crazy,” he laughed a bit too enthusiastically. “I mean you and me? Wild, right?”

You joined in, with his strange and forced laughter. In all honesty, you felt weird about your thoughts from earlier, mainly because this only proved your original theory that he didn’t like you but also, were you disappointed that he said that?

“I mean you? Like me? Can you imagine?” He continued burying himself deeper and deeper into this word hole, “I mean can you imagine me even asking you out, like what would you even say if I did?” He said the words with the same joking tone, yet it was an odd question to ask. 

You let out a little chuckle copying him, “I don’t know. But, can you imagine us even actually dating? Would that be weird?”

He nodded, “weird.”

“So weird.”

The laughter died and suddenly you two were sharing an odd expression, one that looked as if you both were trying to decode something that just happened. As if each were trying to understand the underlying message that was being said. 

“Would it be so weird?” He asked, trying to see if you two were on the same page. 

“No, I was exaggerating, it wouldn't be so weird,” you emphasized, narrowing your eyes at the man whose tense expression finally relaxed. 

“Then would it be weird if I asked you to dinner…with me?”

He wasn’t laughing anymore, now he was serious. And so were you. “No it wouldn’t. Would it be weird if I said yes?”

Bob smiled a bit and your lips followed the direction of his. 

“It wouldn’t.”

“…so if let’s say tomorrow night at seven, we meet up in the lobby downstairs and have ourselves a not so weird date, how would that sound?”

“Not so weird,” he said.  

You laughed as he backed up, slightly proud of himself for making that laugh come out from your mouth. 

Wanting to leave on a good note he walked backwards towards the door,

“Alright, so I will see you later,” turning around he reached for the handle and yanked. The door shifted a bit in place but ultimately remained shut. He turned around a goofy look taking over now, “right, we’re locked in here.”

You nodded laughing at the dumb circumstance. “How long do you think till she comes and gets us?”

“Probably an hour.”

You nodded again and looked at the side trying to figure out what to do with the remaining time. Until eventually throwing out an idea. 

“Wanna spar?”

[russellbee]

MEETCUTESNYC LESTAPPEN VER. (MV1, CL16)

charles leclerc x driver!childhood friend!reader x max verstappen (no team or gender specified) summary. you, max, and charles are approached by the meetcutesnyc instagram account, and this is how it goes. (1k) warnings. should be none!! andi's note!! obviously this is not the oscar fic i was working on but i keep seeing these reels on ig and i got inspired :) — if you don't know what i'm talking about the account is meetcutesnyc & they go up to couples and ask them how they met, etc.

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meetcutesnyc Sports Rivals

["Excuse me." You, Max, and Charles all look up at the sound of his voice. Max has a blank look on his face, expecting a fan interaction, while you and Charles both look a little spooked. "Are you two a couple?" The person behind the camera gestures to you and Charles.

Max snorts, "All three of us, actually." You roll your eyes as Charles nods. "That's awesome. Would you guys mind telling me the story of how you all met?" Charles visibly lightens up, and he nods eagerly.

"I will tell the story."

The camera cuts, and now you're all standing along the edge of the sidewalk with Charles in the middle. "I met them both in karting when I was seven, but they met when they were younger. They hated each other, and at first, I played the mediator, for a while, actually. But then, Max really started to get on my nerves." Charles laughs a bit, his cheeks turning rosy. "So we," He gestures to you and him, "Became his number one haters. He was our enemy." Max rolls his eyes at 'enemy' before interjecting.

"I was their enemy because I was better, of course." You and Charles both begin speaking over each other, arguing about your skills. Max just laughs as you both go on. Eventually, Charles calms down enough to continue. "Then, it was 20, uh, 2015. They come up to me and say that they went out on a date with Max— him of all people! I was outraged. First, he got an F1 seat, then he got my crush, too? Oh, it was horrible. It destroyed me."

You shake your head, an amused smile on your face, "He's being dramatic, he literally asked me out the next day." Charles gasps. "I am telling the story, let me continue."

"So, I learn of this and then I go to Max and tell him about my feelings for them. Then Max just goes 'oh I like you too if you're cool with that'. I was shocked! Who wouldn't be? So, the next day I go up to them and I ask them if they want to go out on a date with me and Max. Obviously, they said yes. And now we are here, many years later."

"What's the secret to ten years together?" Max's face scrunches up in response and he turns toward the two of you. "Has it really been ten years?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Before they can start bickering, you answer the the original question. "We work together so it's really easy to see each other, but when we don't that's a little hard, obviously; being on different teams and all. But, I think our rivalry keeps things going, even during the off-season, we're arguing or joking about something that happened 13 years ago."

"Racing against each other definitely makes it very interesting. Adds some fun to everything, I think." Max teases, his eyebrows raised. "It's also just nice in the summer; we go on vacation and don't do anything. We just enjoy our time together," Charles adds.

"And what are your names?"

"Charles." "Max." "Y/n."

"Thank you." You wave toward the camera, and the video ends.]

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user charles and y/n being the original max haters...yeah i could've guessed that lol

user the funniest part is they're like his biggest defenders now 😭😭 user the verstappen hater to max defender pipeline is in fact very real, no one can resist his charm ↳ user loser cat dad charm ↳ user user duh ofc user gax rivalry at the end of 2024...where he mentioned how y/n and charles would do anything to defend max...uh huh, yeah cool

user charles being so excited to tell their story 😖 he just knows everyone will eat it up

user and i did. i've watched this video 30 times now and it just keeps getting cuter

user "adds some fun to everything" oh yeah i'm sure it does max 😼

user never forget las vegas 2023...i have those pictures saved to a special pinterest board that i look at every day ↳ user and las vegas 2024...i can't wait for november, las vegas has become their number one race for being insanely hot in public user max always needs to add an innuendo if he's in an interview with either of them 💀

user i was today years old when i learned they've been dating for ten years...i thought this was a recent thing

user you and max apparently 😭 user it's been recent publically, but everyone kinda assumed they've been dating for a while just bc of the way they act

user playing the y/n champagne pour edit on my tv while i watch lestappen interviews on my phone

user #1 y/n edit, good choice user every time i see anything related to any of them, i'm opening my camera roll to watch the edits i've saved

user max looked so offended when the guy didn't realize all three of them were dating 💀 how obvious does he think their relationship is

user literally everyone knew before they announced it lmao ↳ user how do you think they look to an outsider tho? not everyone's an f1 fan ↳ user never forget ted kravitz interviewing y/n pre-silverstone 2022 where they jokingly said they were gonna crash into charles for 'leaking their relationship' and then having to do damage control later when they actually (accidentally) crashed ↳ user user watching those interviews seasons later actually had me crying 😭 literally no one would believe them

user watching this makes me wonder how the grid deals with third-wheeling them all the time, it must get tiring at a certain point

user they seem so fun to be around tho, they're always bickering 🥲 user please tell me you've seen those compilations on yt of clips of the grid being annoyed/rolling their eyes at them whenever they're around 🙏🙏 ↳ user OMG??? i'm about to run to youtube i need to see this

[solxamber]

On my hands and knees sobbing throwing up combusting into dust signs my soul away to you THAT WAS SO SO SOOOOO CUTEEEEEE GUAYAYYAYYUUUUUAUAGAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Poor Rollo thinks hes just being nice meanwhile poor yuu is so used to people digging underneath the bar that he's literally prince charming incarnate. Rollo clearly needs to adjust their standards and do what the villains could not by kissing yuu softly while they take a nap. And also threaten crowley to give them money for food. ANYWAYS!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FEEDING ME AND THE 5 OTHER ROLLO FANS THAT SURVIVED THE FAMINE (/j) I OWE YOU MY LIFE!!!!! This message is getting so long, but you deserve to know how awesome your writing is and that I look forward to whatever you post for real. I slide over a crisp 5 maddol and ask for when you feel like it (and if you even want to ofc!!) A part 3 where maybe they're deeper in the relationship and are doing heinous things like m*king out and grimm thinks they should be executed for making him walk into this horror. (He didn't knock. Bc he's grimm. He claimed to be scarred for life until Rollo busted out the premium tuna suddenly we should get married asap) . ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE LONG RAMBLE. IM BARKING AND CRYING AND EXPLODING AND PROPOSING TO YOU. Signed with love, rollo anon 💗💝💖

Rollo Flamme x reader

i just saw this and this almost made me cry 🫶 also sorry for the very long wait

Part 1 ; Part 2

Rollo was nothing if not diligent. Whether it was reorganizing the shelves at the library, fixing the perpetually squeaky door in Ramshackle, or chastising Grim for yet another snack-induced fire hazard, he was always helping in his quietly intense way. It wasn’t just duty—he genuinely seemed to enjoy making your life easier, which both baffled and warmed you to your core.

You, of course, did what you could to return the favor. Helping him clean up after unruly magic festival events, proofreading his endless notes about anti-magic policies, and gently reminding him to relax when he got that telltale furrow in his brow.

And you were in love.

Like, grossly in love. The kind of love where you found his huffy rants about magical irresponsibility charming and he tolerated Grim's chaos just to spend more time with you. It was a weird, wonderful balance you’d somehow managed to strike.

Which led to this particular evening: you and Rollo, tangled on the old, creaky couch in your room at Ramshackle.

It had started innocently enough. You’d been reviewing a new book he'd brought for you—something philosophical, of course, but he’d chosen it specifically because he thought you’d enjoy it. You were teasing him about his insistence on leaving a handwritten note inside the front cover (“Who even does this, Rollo? It’s adorable, but—seriously?”), and he had flushed in that way that made you want to pinch his cheeks.

Then one thing led to another.

Now, his lips were on yours, one hand cradling your face with the kind of reverence that made your heart twist. His other arm was around your waist, anchoring you against him. Rollo might not have been an experienced romantic, but he made up for it in sheer, focused intensity. When he kissed you, it felt like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

“You’re—mmph—very distracting,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and tinged with amusement.

You grinned, tugging him closer. “Says the guy who started this.”

His only response was to kiss you again, deeper this time, until your brain was reduced to a pleasant, fizzy blur. The world outside the room ceased to exist. It was just you, him, and the creak of the couch as you shifted closer—

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY?! MY EYES! THEY’RE RUINED!”

Grim’s shrill scream shattered the moment like glass.

You froze, pulling back to see Grim standing in the doorway, paws dramatically covering his eyes. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? ON MY COUCH?”

“Grim, it’s my couch,” you said, face burning.

“You’re the henchhuman; it’s ours by default!” Grim wailed. “And now it’s a place of SIN!”

Rollo, to his credit, had already straightened up, his expression transitioning from flustered to composed in record time. “Grim,” he said, voice calm yet firm, “surely you’ve barged in enough times to anticipate that privacy should be respected.”

“Oh, I respected it,” Grim sniffed. “But my henchhuman clearly has no shame. And you!” He pointed an accusatory paw at Rollo. “I thought you were better than this! But no, you’re—”

Rollo, completely unbothered by the tirade, reached into his bag and produced a can of… premium tuna?

Grim’s rant ground to a halt. His ears perked up as he sniffed the air. “Wait. Is that—?”

“Indeed,” Rollo said smoothly, holding it up like a peace offering. “A gift I intended to give later, but it seems circumstances call for a different approach.”

Grim’s eyes lit up with unrestrained glee. “You know what? I’ve never doubted you for a second, Rollo!” He scurried forward, practically salivating as he swiped the can. “You’re clearly the best thing that’s ever happened to my henchhuman. You two should get married. Tomorrow. I’ll get a priest. I’m sure Crowley owes me a favor.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as Grim popped the can open with zero regard for decorum. “Grim, you are the worst.”

“Correction: I’m the best,” Grim said, already devouring the tuna with gusto. Between bites, he added, “This guy’s a keeper. Don’t mess it up, henchhuman.”

Rollo’s lips twitched, a hint of amusement breaking through his otherwise composed demeanor. He leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, “Shall we take his advice?”

You gave him a playful shove, laughing despite yourself. “Not helping, Rollo.”

But deep down, as Grim devoured his bribe and Rollo sat beside you with that quietly pleased look, you couldn’t deny that the idea didn’t sound all that bad.

The exhaustion of the day had finally caught up to you, and you’d collapsed onto your bed with a sigh of relief. “Wake me up for class, okay?” you mumbled to Rollo, who was sitting at your desk, meticulously organizing the scattered notes you’d left behind.

“I’ll make sure you’re on time,” he replied, his voice carrying that steady assurance you found oddly comforting.

You barely managed a hum of acknowledgment before sleep claimed you, leaving the world behind in a haze of warm, peaceful quiet.

When you stirred again, it wasn’t the sound of your alarm or the creak of the floorboards that woke you. It was something far gentler.

A warm, featherlight pressure on your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, and the first thing you saw was Rollo leaning over you, his expression soft in a way that made your heart do an Olympic-level somersault. He was close enough that you could see the slight flush on his cheeks, though his composure never wavered.

“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur. “It’s time to get ready for class.”

You blinked at him, your still-sleepy brain struggling to process what had just happened. “Did you… just kiss me awake?”

His blush deepened, but he stood his ground, meeting your gaze with quiet confidence. “You looked so peaceful. I thought it would be a more pleasant way to wake you than simply shaking your shoulder.”

Your heart melted on the spot. If there was a scale for romantic gestures, this one had just broken it.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, though your voice betrayed how utterly smitten you were.

“Perhaps,” he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But you didn’t seem to mind.”

You didn’t bother arguing because he was absolutely right. Instead, you reached out, tugging him down for a proper kiss this time.

When you finally pulled away, you smirked at his flustered expression. “If you keep this up, I’m going to start napping more often.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “If that’s the case, I’ll have to be even more diligent about ensuring you don’t oversleep.”

You laughed, warmth blooming in your chest as you sat up and stretched. “Thanks for waking me, Rollo. Really.”

“Of course,” he said, his tone earnest as ever. “It’s the least I can do.”

The man was going to ruin you with how thoughtful he was. And as you got ready for class with a lingering smile on your face, you couldn’t help but think that waking up like this every day wouldn’t be so bad.

It started with something simple. You were both sitting in the courtyard of the chapel, enjoying a quiet moment together. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and Rollo was, as usual, the picture of composure. He was reading a book—some historical text you’d never have the patience for—but his attention drifted when he noticed you staring at the horizon, lost in thought.

“Are you cold?” he asked, setting his book aside and leaning slightly closer.

You blinked out of your reverie, shaking your head with a soft smile. “No, I’m fine.”

He studied you for a moment, then pulled his scarf from around his neck and gently draped it over your shoulders anyway. “Just in case,” he murmured.

It wasn’t anything extraordinary—just a scarf—but the gesture made your heart swell. The scarf smelled faintly of lavender, and the warmth of it felt like an extension of Rollo himself.

“Thanks, Rollo,” you said, voice soft.

He nodded, but when he saw the way your smile lingered, something shifted in his expression. His usual composed demeanor softened into something… almost reverent.

“You deserve this,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically tender.

“Huh?” You tilted your head at him, confused.

“You deserve to be cared for,” he clarified, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “You give so much of yourself to others. It’s only natural that someone should do the same for you.”

You stared at him, heart racing. “Rollo, I… That’s really sweet.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, though not at you. “It’s concerning that such basic decency stands out to you,” he muttered, almost to himself. “What kind of environment is this school fostering?”

The thought of Rollo, grimacing at the thought of NRC’s questionable population, made you burst into laughter. “I mean, you’ve met Grim, right? The standards here are subterranean.”

Rollo’s expression softened again when he saw how amused you were. “Even so,” he said, taking your hands in his with surprising gentleness, “you should never feel as though you’re asking for too much when you expect kindness or respect. It’s what you’re owed.”

Your heart did a little somersault, and you couldn’t help but giggle, ridiculously touched. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry,” you teased, though the slight quiver in your voice betrayed how close you were to actually tearing up.

He smiled faintly, leaning closer until his forehead nearly touched yours. “If you cry, I’ll simply have to dry your tears,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “Though I’d rather see you smiling.”

You let out another helpless laugh, pulling your hands free so you could lightly swat at his arm. “Stop being so romantic! I can’t handle this!”

Rollo chuckled softly, pleased with your reaction. “If it makes you happy, then I’ll consider it a worthwhile effort.”

And he meant it. He was genuinely, utterly content to see you so touched, so happy. Yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, a quiet but fierce determination grew. The villains and miscreants of NRC may not have treated you with the respect you deserved, but he would make it his mission to ensure you never doubted your worth again.

Masterlist

[mingtinysworld]

Well since the requests are open...

How are we feeling about something with sucking off a needy (possibly subby??) Seonghwa and he has to keep quiet bc otherwise the guys will hear (ofc he cannot keep quiet at all) and they DEFINITELY know whats going on-

✩ Hiii thank you for this request!! A needy subby hwa is like heaven and I’m obsessed. I hope you like this❤️��️

Little brat

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Seonghwa decides to be a little brat, and there’s no way you’re gonna let him get away with it

Warnings: mdni, sub Seonghwa, dom reader, jealous/possessive reader, oral (m receiving)

Request: @shinestarhwaa

Fuck, you think.

What was Seonghwa thinking?

You two are at a birthday part of a close friend, who decided it would be a great idea to go to a nightclub. The flashing lights have been giving you a headache for the past hour and your impatience hasn’t alleviated one bit.

Looking at Seonghwa across the room, you silently seeth inside. He chose to wear the sluttiest possible outfit for the event, the see through material showing off his round nipples. You somehow manage to rip away your eyes from his chest to catch his eyes.

He knows what he’s doing. Oh, he knows.

He then has the audacity to smirk at you, a teasing tilt to his full lips. He continues his conversation with the friend, as if nothing is wrong. You stare at them with a barely contained frustration, your fingers drumming against the counter in a restless rhythm.

You take some deep breaths, telling yourself that everything is fine. Seonghwa is still all yours, and he’s simply talking to a good friend, nothing more.

Until the friend decides to run his fingers down Seonghwa’s arm, from his shoulder to his wrist. It’s in an unmistakable seductive manner, which makes your whole body heat up in anger.

“Oh what the hell,” you whisper underneath your breath as you stand up abruptly. You briskly walk towards the two men and grab Seonghwa’s arm, which would’ve seemed too harsh to a strangers eye, but Seonghwa loved it. He bit his bottom lip hard just to stop his big grin.

“So sorry Minhyuk, but I’m afraid me and Seonghwa have to leave. There’s an emergency back at the apartment.” You say with a sugar sweet smile, resisting the urge to strangle the man.

“Oh no worries! Thank you for coming still, you guys are awesome.” He says with a big smile.

“Bye Minhyuk,” Seonghwa waves back at him as he’s being pulled by you towards the main doors.

You say nothing as you drag him towards the car, and neither does he. He knows what he’s in for. You silently drive the car as fast as the limit will allow you, desperate to get home quickly. Seonghwa just sits there in quiet satisfaction, knowing he succeeded in getting you riled up. He already knew what the tight mesh of the shirt would do to you, but he hadn’t planned on the way Minhyuk touched him.

He takes a look at your tense form and just can’t help thinking how adorable you look when you’re jealous. He loves this side of you, and loves to bring it up once in a while.

Once the car is in the driveway you two quickly get out, rushing up the stairs. You lead the way, while Seonghwa trails behind like an obedient puppy. As you open the front door, you march in like you’re on a mission.

A startled Yeosang meets your eyes, abandoning the game he was playing on the couch.

“Oh h-hi Y/n! Is everything ok?” He asks, wary of the crazy look in your eyes.

“Yep! Everything’s fine, I’m just super tired and can’t wait to go to bed.” You reply with a forced smile.

Yeosang glances at Seonghwa who only shrugs in response. “Alright, rest well!” He says uncertainly. As soon as the bedroom door closes after you and Seonghwa, Yeosang leaves to go find the rest of the boys to tell them about your strange behavior.

“What were you thinking huh?” You say sharply as you pin Seonghwa against the door. He looks at you with his big doe eyes, shining innocently as if he’s not the biggest brat ever. “You like other men touching you?”

He shakes his head no while you just sneer at him. “Oh but I think you do my love. You’re just a slut who loves to be touched by anyone.” You twist one of his nipples through his shirt, making him groan loudly.

“No, no only by you,” he says with his head thrown back in pleasure. You move your hand to palm his bulge, which makes him let out a high pitched whimper. He squirms in place while your hand stays unmoving, simply letting him feel slight pressure.

“Seonghwa, baby, let’s not be loud yeah? We don’t want the boys overhearing your pathetic noises.” You continue with pressing your palm against him, increasing the speed little by little. He lets out a whine low in his throat, clearly trying to contain his sounds.

Seonghwa feels so constricted in his tight pants. He moves as if he’s trying to get away from you, and you stop him with a tut. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You startle him when you all of a sudden unzip his pants. You suppress a groan when you realize he never wore any underwear. His cock is hard, and leaking so so much.

“P-please please I need it.” Seonghwa pleads.

“You need what? Complete sentences baby.”

He shivers as he speaks. “I need you to suck my cock. Please.”

“Good boy.” You stroke his cheek once and get down to your knees. You take him in completely, wasting no time.

He stretches your mouth so well, making tears spring to your eyes. Seonghwa whines from the pleasure, resisting the urge to buck his hips. You bob your head fervently, catching the bottom of his shaft with your tongue, licking all the way to the tip. You suckle on the tip a bit, making him break finally.

“Oh fuck, god that’s so good. Wanna cum wanna cum please.” Seonghwa babbles incoherently making you pleased at his reaction. You take him in deep once again, this time into the opening of your throat. He gasps sharply at that, feeling like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t get to come soon.

The worry of the boys overhearing long gone, he lets out a sudden wail. Your face is now against his pelvis, covered in precum and saliva, and you just stay there. Your throat instinctively swallows around him and Seonghwa’s knees buckle. You can barely breathe through your nose, determined to get him to come. After some intense panting, he comes down your throat with a broken whine.

The semen fills your mouth and throat and you let him hear your muffled groan to tell him you’re feeling good. As you pull away Seonghwa sighs in pleasure. His eyes are hooded and he looks utterly fucked out.

“You did well for me.” You praise, running warm hands up his thighs. “I haven’t had my fill though yet. Get on the bed baby.” You order him.

He walks to the bed on shaky legs, making you smile in satisfaction.

“Mmm good boy. Let your friends know how good I make you feel yeah?”