#wow i don't come on here anymore ^^

[lazysublimeengineer]

Everyone be hating on Noa just because he betrayed Isagi in this chapter is unreal.

What betrayal happened? I didn't see any of it in the latest chapter.

First and foremost, Noa is a MASTER, A REAL EGOIST & A COACH FOR BM. The initial core of BM is to make decisions based on rationality and logic.

It's not the first time that something like this has happened in the manga. Character is being devoured left and right to make way for their growth and ego. ESPECIALLY IN THE FIRST AND SECOND SELECTION.

He doesn't owe Isagi anything just because he idolized him. I feel bad for Isagi and I hope that this situation would foster for his further growth and evolution.

But to say that Noa didn't give a shit about Isagi and sided with Kaiser is utterly wrong. He wasn't siding with anybody.

And did anyone forget that he values Isagi's opinion and strategy as well? This is evident when he allowed Isagi to let Hiori in the Ubers match when logically speaking Kiyora should be in there because he had higher stats than Hiori as to what Noa had said to them. But he placed his trust in Isagi's judgment back then which also led to their team's victory.

I can't even believed I'm defending Noa right now because I'm mostly neutral about him.

But the hate is uncalled for. Stop glazing about your favorites and understand why he did what he did.

Honestly, it made the manga interesting again because lately it's been getting stale at the moment.

Glad that the author took a risk and took this route.

[sciderman]

I swear I have read your big post regarding Peter Parker's neurodivergence and why it is best to avoid labelling him, but he definitely has a weird brain

Can't find it and feel kinda sad about it cuz I deeply related to it

i know exactly which post you're talking about and i can't find it either! i've raked through my archive, and it's just - nowhere to be seen. i think tumblr eated it (it happens.)

really, tumblr's search functionality is so so useless, i don't know what to tell you. there are plenty of keywords i can search to find it that post, but the search functionality actually just does not work!

undiagnosed audhd-addled peter parker, my darling, my light, my life, my everything.

i think peter parker's such an interesting creature to write, because a lot of people will point to a certain behaviour about him and say "this is an autistic thing, right?" but a lot of those behaviours are actually, in my head, tied to certain traumas in peter's life too.

people say "oh, the food thing, peter's a picky eater because he's autistic" and yes, absolutely. but also it's tied to his trauma with his parents.

peter gets overstimulated, and yes, it's an autism thing, but also he was bitten by a radioactive spider and his senses are dialled to 11.

it's a similar case i've found for myself, too – where a lot of friends i have kind of diagnose me because i have autistic traits, but actually - i'm hesitant to claim the label or pursue diagnosis because, actually, i know where these certain behaviours come from, and they come from certain traumas. there are events i can pinpoint in my life and say "yep. that's where this behaviour comes from."

so - i think there's a lot of overlap between trauma and autistic traits. the brain is very complex! i think the reason for that overlap is maybe as simple as the fact that people with autism and people with trauma are both doing the same thing - developing behaviours to protect themselves or soothe themselves. so - i think it's nice to be able to see a character like peter parker, who may or may not be autistic, but recognise behaviours in him and see yourself in him.

people who go undiagnosed for whatever reason - people who are really good at masking - so good, in fact, that they have no idea they might be on the spectrum - everyone and anyone at all can look at peter parker and recognise themselves. because i think we discredit the thought that every single brain does the same thing! develops certain behaviours in order to survive. every brain has that same software - we've just all been faced with different hardships that we need to overcome, and that's were all the differences come in.

autism is a spectrum, i guess - everyone falls into it to some degree. and i think events in your life probably push you along on it. but i don't know, i didn't study brain science. probably what i'm saying is very stupid and uninformed. of course there's brain chemistry involved. but i know people in my life living with autism and certain events in their life have exacerbated certain behaviours or made coping with it a lot more difficult. so maybe trauma is a catalyst.

[chasedeys]

my unpopular opinion apparently is top joe

noooo don't worry i get you 😭 holding your hands very tenderly and saying i get uuuuuuuuuu, and i am. so thrilled. that u get me. would u like to get married. jk jk i plan to die alone <3 ANYWAYS because you mentioned top joe and im quiet literally in the process of writing top joe i will share my writing in this ask <3

it's the joeteemarr fic under the cut btw lmaoooo when will this fic be done oh my god

you know what's hilarious is that. this is the sex part (every part of this fic is the sex part oh my god its supposed to be pwp tf happened). but this is just straight up YAPPING. the hell. BUT ANYWAY THEY DO HAVE SEX OKAY 😭 there is actual top joe action joe actually DOES fuck tee 😭 i just haven't written it yet....and like. i haven't really proof read anything so if there's any mistake in these screenshots look away i beggggg and like this part was written a mix of the exact night before and immediately after my shit exam so you can imagine the amount of cortisol in my body as i typed this shit out. might possibly have blacked out when i typed it actually wow.

i have written fucking 5.4k of this fic oh my godddd what the ever living hell.............and it's nowhere near finished. i have no idea how long it's going to be. it's literally supposed to be just pwp. porn without fucking plot. 3 parts. one of joe sucking tees dick. two of tee fucking ja'marr. and three of joe fucking tee. three because tee had three touchdowns for joe. why the hell is there 5k and counting. it's not going to be double digits but like. why the fuck is it 5k already. it's literally just smut but all of the sudden there was FEELINGS jesus. im blaming. the narrative. the fucking narrative 😭.

feel free to ask all abt it btwww like idk give me a random word and if there actually is the word and i'll give you the paragraph lmaooo this is mostly bc i don't know when i'll be able to finish it 😭 my schedule is getting shit packed fuckkk my life. or just ask me random shit about it i'll share a random part of it anyway i have no concept of self restraint <3 literally just ask me to share the title or the cover that i have already edited for some reason and i will happily 😭😭

[averlym]

wow wow wow wow i came here to say it’s jane seymour’s deathday and saw that you have done so much improvement it’s crazy everything looks so lovely and amazing you’re doing great

~ holiday anon

quick portrait i did a while back. lovely reminder to see you again ily holiday anon

[iwakuraz]

it'll all be okay because there's only one more day left in the school week and after that it'll be the weekend. wait no what do you mean after the weekend I'll just have to go back to school? what do you mean the cycle of going to school and coming back home completely worn out is gonna continue?

[inejghavertz]

having a moment

[aikainkauna]

FIC: To Serve His Pleasure (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: To Serve His Pleasure Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, instafic, ravishment Warnings: BDSM, A2M, initially dubious but soon eager consent. Length: ~9000 words Summary: At the Right Cavalry headquarters, General Gan has a new girl to interrogate.

A/N: Yes. I've started posting some of the General Gan instafics and vignettes on Ao3, and my usual pretensions of Quality Fic be damned. They'll all be piled under a sign saying HERE BE HOT FUCKING "The Kiss of the Beast: The Erotic Adventures of General Gan Shoucheng," because I'm classy like that. 

He moves around to look at her face, taking in her dazed expression, stroking her cheek with the cane in a cruel mockery of a caress. "I am not even using this with the kind of force I would use to punish someone," he says reasonably, gently, as if he were being kind. "I am stroking you quite softly and tenderly, my dear," he says and brings the cane to her lips, "only to make you prettier. Now, don't you feel lucky that I'm such a lenient, kind master?" he says and taps her lips with the cane.

She knows the answer he expects, as much as she hates this game. "Yes, sir," she murmurs and nods, her eyes cast down. "Thank you, sir."

He snaps her on the cheek. "I can't hear you. Look me in the eye and say it, so the men can hear, too. Aren't I a kind master?"

She looks up at him, shivering at the cruel joy dancing in his eyes. "Yes, sir! You are a very kind and lenient master, sir," she says, firmly and loudly, and kisses the cane in submission. "Thank you, sir."

"That's better," he says and takes up the chain again, pulling her into an upright position. "Stand up; keep your legs parted."

This new position, he's chosen so that he can cane her front; she almost passes out from the pain as he decorates her breasts with crisscrossing strokes, too, each one burning like acid on her skin. Her stomach and hips, he canes next; when he begins to lash the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, tears of pain begin to run freely down her face. When he's decorated her arms and legs with red ribbons of pain, he stands before her and moves to where she feared he would: he taps her pussy with the cane, softly, in a wicked tease.

"Look up at me," he says, her head having lolled down in agony again.

She does, only seeing him through a red haze of pain, now, her face wet with tears, her expression hurt, accusing. "What have I done to deserve this, sir? What crime did I commit?" Her voice is but a hoarse, quiet whisper. "Why are you doing this, sir?"

He comes to take her head by the hair, nuzzling the tears from her cheeks with his bearded lips, adoring her suffering. His eyes are languid with pleasure, drunk from her pain.

"Because you are a woman," he says with a perverse tenderness, "and I love to see a woman in pain." He spreads his tongue wide and with an exquisitely sensual, sadistic delight, he licks the tears from her face; he presses his cock, hot and beading with arousal, against the welts on her belly. "Now, be a good girl for me and take the last few strokes; they will make your cunny so pretty."

(Ao3)

[sceletaflores]

LAYING IT ALL ON THE LINE...

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｡꩜°‧➵ PAIR: Joel Miller x fem!reader

｡꩜°‧➵ WC: 4.1k

｡꩜°‧➵ CONTAINS: 18+ SMUT MDNI, post-outbreak, hurt/comfort, joel's pov, general violence, minor character injury, jackson!joel, when he picks an unnecessary fight with you because that's all he knows, mentioned age gap, joel miller as a sad old man, joel miller experiences feelings, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, clothed sex, unprotected sex, erectile dysfunction? we don't know what that means in this house because that old man can fuck like he's twenty AND his knees are made of steel (but only sometimes), porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

｡꩜°‧➵ @retrosabers SAYS: thinking about you almost dying on patrol and joel is FUMING, unable to convey just how worried and anxious it makes him. the only way he can even remotely conceptualize his feelings is through a very PASSIONATE rawdogging ♡

｡꩜°‧➵ NAT'S NOTE: everyone say thank you sid for this absolutely luxurious prompt...i'm waiting. i had so much fun with this! i love love love a good semi-angsty, emotionally constipated man having to come to terms with his buried slash repressed feelings in the gritty wake of a near-death experience, like that's my shit. hope y'all love it!

dividers by @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics!

joel miller realizes that love isn’t just a four letter word…

"Southeast perimeter’s clear. Heading west by the river bed."

“Wow, you’re finally gonna stop gettin’ us lost out here, sunshine?”

“Lost? Please, you cried when I found that shortcut through the cedar thicket.”

Joel listens to you and Tommy bicker over the radio, a forgotten cup of coffee going cold at his side. That's all he can do when you're out there—patrolling in the snow with a few others. He's not proud of how he just sits by like some anxious house wife, listening to the static between check-ins, but he can't make himself focus on anything other than the way your bright voice filters in and out.

He tries not to hover. Tries not to keep the handheld clutched like it's a goddamn lifeline. But he does, eyes glued to the thing like it might crack open and spill you out if he stares hard enough.

Joel's really not even supposed to be listening in like this. Maria's chewed him out more times than he can count each time she catches him hunched over an old radio that he's never bothered turning in, says it'll do him more harm than good worrying over it.

Besides, these channels aren't meant for civilians sitting on their asses at home. He knows that, because that's exactly what he is now—civilian adjacent. Half-retired.

Tommy jokes about it every once in a while, the way Joel's slowed down, the way his joints complain louder than they used to. A while back, he might've laughed too. Now, every little twinge of pain feels like a reminder of what he used to be.

Joel used to be the one they all looked to out on patrol. He could track better, shoot cleaner, navigate faster than most of the younger guys. That's not the case these days. His patrolling has slowed down over the past few years. He only goes out a few times every couple of months, if even that. 

He tells himself it’s by choice.

It’s not, not at all. He’s tired. His knees ache after long rides. His busted shoulder can’t handle the cold without locking up. Jackson’s got a whole rotation now, young joints, faster reflexes, eyes that don’t blur when the wind hits just right. So he doesn’t go out much anymore. Not unless the group is short. Not unless they really need him.

It makes sense. He knows it makes sense.

That doesn’t make it feel right. You out there, miles away in knee-deep snow with a rifle strapped to your back while he’s stuck here. Not out there. Not beside you.

Joel knows you can handle yourself—hell, you’ve proven that a dozen times over. You’re younger. Strong. Fast. Smart as a whip. You can shoot the cap off a beer bottle and you handle a knife better than most people your age. 

Knowing all that still doesn’t quiet the feeling of unease that eats away at him each time you strap on your gear and kiss him goodbye with a, See you later, Miller. Strolling out the door like it’s casual. Like it’s nothing.

There’s a kind of helpless fury in it. A sick twist in his gut every time he watches you ride out. Like he’s some retired goddamn hunting dog. Trusted to guard the porch, but not sharp enough to run with the pack anymore.

Joel adjusts the volume dial on the radio like it’ll make your voice stay longer.

Tommy’s laugh cuts through the speaker. “Didn’t cry. I got snow in my eye.”

“In July? Sure.”

It comes in grainy and light, full of that same teasing bite you always give Tommy—enough to make Joel’s jaw tighten with a quiet, helpless kind of fondness. He almost smiles, but it doesn’t reach past the tight pull in his chest. You’re still picking your way through territory where any tree line might be hiding something.

Joel shifts in his seat, elbows on the table, jaw clenched tight. He tells himself you’re fine. You always are. You have to be.

The channel goes still for a few beats. Then, a crack of static. Some muffled shuffling. And—

“Wait—something’s moving in the trees. Left side, just past the ridge.”

Your voice. Sharper now. Less teasing and pointedly quiet.

“Copy,” Tommy replies, suddenly serious. “Keep eyes on—”

A burst of noise. A flurry of panicked voices overlapping and shouts. The unmistakable sound of gunfire.

Then nothing.

Dead air.

Joel’s heart drops to his boots. “Tommy?” he barks into the receiver. “Come in. What the hell’s happening out there?”

When there’s no answer, Joel shoots to his feet. The chair scrapes across the floor harshly as he crosses the room in two large strides, fumbling for his jacket. “Tommy? Goddammit, someone answer me!”

Nothing.

Joel’s heart thuds violently against his ribcage as he stares at the little black box in his hand like it’s an omen. He feels it rush in all at once—panic, guilt, helpless rage curling cold and mean in his chest. His ears are ringing so loud he doesn’t hear the slam of the door behind him as he tears out of the house and into the cold air. 

Something happened. The group was compromised. You were compromised.

And he’s not there.

He should’ve been there.

Joel doesn’t remember the sprint to the stables. Doesn’t remember shouting at Maria when she tried to stop him at the gate. Doesn’t remember half the ride out. All he knows is that his hands won’t stop shaking around the reins and the bile in his throat tastes like ash—a sick, gnawing pit growing in his gut.

When he finds the group what feels like hours later, just as the sun starts to rise behind the ridgeline—you’re nowhere to be found. His eyes scan the way everyone’s spread out, some with minor injuries and the others patching them up. 

No sign of you.

Tommy plants himself in front of Joel just as he hauls himself off his horse. He doesn’t even feel the way his knees jolt as his feet hit the ground. 

“Where the hell is she?” he rasps, voice so rough it sounds like it’s been dragged through gravel. “Where, Tommy?”

Tommy’s hands are out in front of him like Joel’s a wild animal about to snap. He’s got blood on his hands, but no signs of stab wounds or bullet holes anywhere on him. It’s not his blood. Joel’s stomach turns viciously at the sight, at the thought of whose it might be.

“She’s fine,” Tommy says, eyes wide and placating. “Took a hit, it grazed her side. She wouldn’t fuckin’ stay down.”

Joel knows he won’t feel any relief until he sees you, alive and breathing with his own eyes. “Where.”

Tommy steps aside just before Joel nearly shoves past him, nodding his head toward a rock outcrop a ways away from everyone else.

You’re sitting closest to the makeshift fire, Jesse crouched beside you to clean the gash along your side. You’re bundled in someone else’s coat, hair mussed and blood soaked through your undershirt and spattered across your cheeks.

Visibly shaken. Color drained. Bloody. Alive.

Joel’s throat locks up when your eyes meet his. You give him the smallest, tired smile—like you're trying to reassure him. That look. That stupid, brave little tilt of your mouth like everything's okay even when you're the one bleeding through Tommy's jacket.

It makes something in his chest crack wide open.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t speak.

Doesn’t know what to say.

Doesn’t trust himself for it to be anything good.

Joel takes three shaky steps towards you before his knees give out. 

He drops hard into the snow. He doesn’t catch himself, doesn’t try. Just falls forward like a penitent man bowing at the altar of a God he doesn’t believe in. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts, eyes locked onto the red seeping through your shirt like it's the only color in the whole damn world.

There’s a beat where nobody moves. Jesse freezes, half-done wrapping gauze, and you’re just sitting there, wide-eyed and shaking like a leaf, lips parted like you’re trying to say something—but Joel’s already reaching for you.

He's on you in the next breath. Not rough, not like usual, not with that greedy, hungry touch he normally has after you come back from patrol. His hands are trembling when they find your face, tilting your chin up gently, his fingers brushing away wet blood and dirt.

Tommy glances away. Jesse too, both men busying themselves with helping the others. It feels too private, even out here in the open.

“Goddammit,” he chokes. “God—baby–”

His voice breaks on the last word. Breaks, something sharp and gutted and boyish, nothing like the hardened man who's grown to guard his emotions like they’re classified. Your hands hover uncertainty over his shoulders, the side of his face. You’re worried. He can see it plain as day, written in the wavering line of your mouth.

“Hey—hey, I’m okay,” you say, voice low and urgent. “I’m fine. Look at me, Joel, I’m fine. It just—it just grazed me, okay? I’m fine.”

You’re not fine.

You’re too pale. You’re stone-cold. Your blood is still tacky on your shirt, drying beneath his body's warmth.

Joel presses his forehead to yours and exhales like he’s been kept underwater, and you were the surface he’d been clawing to.

You whisper his name again, quieter this time, and he shushes you. “Don’t—don’t talk, just—let me—” His fingers press to the pulse point at your wrist like he still needs proof. “Let me feel you.”

You don’t say anything else.

You just hold him.

And Joel doesn’t cry. He can’t. Something won’t let him, but he stays there in the snow for a long time, holding you like a man who thought he’d never get the chance to again.

The ride back to Jackson is quiet.

You fell asleep half-way through, head lolling back against Joel’s shoulder as you both sat in the saddle, your body loose with exhaustion and the emergency pain meds Jesse had in his pack. Tommy rides ahead, checking the trail, but Joel barely looks up. He just holds the reins with one hand and holds you tighter with the other.

You’re taken to the infirmary the second everyone files through the gates. Joel sits by your bedside in stormy silence, hands curled into fists and resting on his knees, the only thing keeping him together.

You talk to the nurse on duty. You even joke with her, cracked voice and tired eyes like it’s all part of the routine. Like getting shot is just another part of the job. And Joel sits there while someone else wraps you in new bandages and checks your vitals.

It makes his blood boil.

All he can think about is the way your voice cut out on the radio. The way he didn’t know if you were dead or bleeding out in some field, alone. And now you’re laughing. Now you’re telling the nurse, “I’m fine really, just sore.” And it makes him want to tear the whole fucking clinic apart.

Joel doesn’t say a word until you're cleared to leave. 

Not on the short walk back to your house. Not when you’re walking through the door, cleaned up. Patched. Your shirt’s gone, replaced by his coat and a thermal blanket around your shoulders.

Not when you nudge his arm gently like you’re testing the waters. Not when you say his name soft, like it might keep him calm before you’re heading towards the bedroom.

It doesn’t.

The moment the door shuts behind him, Joel erupts.

“You got a fuckin’ death wish?”

You freeze in your spot halfway across the room, turning to face him.

Joel doesn’t move. Just stands there, fists clenched at his sides. His voice is low, shaking with barely concealed rage. “You gonna tell me why you thought playin’ saviour was worth bleedin’ out in the snow?”

You don’t say anything for a few beats, eyebrows drawn together in a hard frown as you look at him. “What was I supposed to do, Joel? Jesse was pinned, Tommy would’ve taken the hit. I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice!” Joel grates, stepping towards you. “You could’ve picked you. You could’ve stayed the fuck down like Tommy told you to.”

“I was trying to keep your brother from getting shot in the head,” you snap, the tension finally striking a flint. “I made a judgment call.”

“You made a stupid call,” he spits, voice loud and blistering. “You don’t get to do that.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” you repeat, your body growing stiff and tense.

“You shoulda fuckin’ stayed down.” Joel growls. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it—just rips his flannel off, tosses it hard at the wall.

You don’t flinch. Don’t even look away from him as his shirt falls and crumples into a heap on the floor. “What?”

“You heard me,” he snaps, turning to look at you again. His eyes are dark, fiery. “Jesus, you—do you even fuckin’ think sometimes? You were hit. You knew you were hit, and you kept goin’. You didn’t stop, didn’t stay down like you were told.”

He steps closer, eyes boring into yours, face twisted with something too furious to be rational. “You fuckin’ chose to be a goddamn hero, huh? Run into gunfire like it ain’t a fuckin’ death sentence? That it?”

He can see the second your expression changes, your own anger rearing its ugly head now, bitter and hot. “Don’t do that. Don’t make this about me being reckless when you know I was just trying to keep people alive. I did what I had to do.”

“No!” he snaps, pointing a finger at you, furious and stricken all at once. “What you had to do was come home. That’s it. That’s all.”

You blink at him, breath caught in your throat.

Joel can’t stop, all the emotions he’s been dealt over the past three hours finally boiling over and spilling through his lips before he can think twice about what he’s saying.

“You could’ve died,” he growls, pacing now, hands dragging through his hair roughly like he’s trying to rip the anger out of himself. “Two fuckin’ inches to the left and that bullet would’ve torn straight through your gut. You think you’d’ve made it to town in time for that? Huh?”

“That’s not fair.”

“No,” he snarls, spinning on you, voice cracking. “It’s not fuckin’ fair. Nothin’ about this is. You go out there, and I sit at home waitin’ to see if today’s the day I lose you. That the last thing I heard is your voice cuttin’ out in the middle of a fuckin’ ambush. That’s what I got to live with now. That’s what I saw every time I closed my eyes on that ride back.”

You stand there, lost for words. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know you didn’t,” Joel says, suddenly quieter, throat thick. He swallows hard, looking down, shaking his head like he’s trying to get a grip. “But I still almost lost you. And I don’t—fuck—I don’t know what the hell I’d do if that ever—”

His voice cuts off, ragged. Then he’s in front of you again, cupping your face with both hands. “You’re not allowed to do that to me again,” he whispers fiercely. “You’re not allowed to scare me like that.”

“Joel…” You lean into him, slow. Cautious.

Joel meets you halfway.

His mouth is on yours in a heartbeat—hot and bruising and pathetically desperate. His big hands frame your face, thumbs dragging down your cheekbones as he licks a wet stripe over the plush seam of your lips.

You gasp into his mouth when he pushes the blanket off your shoulders, when his palms skate down your sides to grip your hips hard. Not too rough, not yet, but he’s holding you because he needs you rooted. Anchored. Here.

Joel kisses you like he’s still furious at you, like he hates how much he needs you, like he’s punishing you for making him feel so afraid. It’s not soft, all teeth and tongue as he devours you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

When he pulls back, his mouth is wet with your spit, lips pink and swollen. “Need to taste you,” he mutters. “Need to feel you.”

Joel sinks to his knees before you can respond, breath huffing harshly against your stomach. His fingers tug your zipper down with frantic urgency, hooking his thumbs in your waistband to peel your pants down your legs in one swift motion.

There’s no teasing. No smugness. Just a heavy, sharp hunger carved into his face like stone as he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to his greedy eyes. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting one over his shoulder as he brings his mouth to you like a man possessed.

The first drag of his tongue is slow. Reverent. Hot and wet as he parts the slick seam of your cunt with deliberate strokes that make your spine arch. He groans like your taste knocks the wind out of him, and then he latches on like he’s got a point to prove—to himself or you, he’s not sure. All he knows is that worshipping you is the only penance that could soothe the panic still clawing at his insides.

“Joel.” Your hands tangle in his hair, chin falling to your chest as you gaze down at him.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue relentless, nose pressed deep against you. You whimper, twisting his hair in your grip, hips twitching—Joel doesn’t let you go anywhere. He’s got you trapped, your body pinned with his mouth buried between your thighs like he plans to die there.

It’s filthy, obscene—the way he devours you. Lips slick, beard growing damper with each swirl of his tongue, eyes half-lidded but still trained on your own.

Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide and black as spilled ink. There’s sweat beaded on your brow, lips parted and swollen as you let out small huffs of air.

Your thighs are trembling. You're soaked, arching against him, whimpering his name with tears welling in your eyes. And still—still—he won’t let up. He needs this. Needs to make you fall apart. Needs to prove to himself you’re alive by the way your body sings under his touch.

Joel can’t stop. Not until your thighs shake and you’re moaning that you’re gonna come, gonna come, Joel, please—

And you do. You fall apart on his tongue with a broken sob, legs clenching tight around his ears, hips grinding down into his mouth in weak twitches and shudders. He growls and holds you still, licking you through every last tremor until your body goes limp and threatens to sink to the floor.

Joel doesn’t let you fall—he lowers you down gently, like you’re made of spun glass, even as his hands skirt over the hem of your shirt. When he pulls it up, revealing the bandages wound tight around your side, he pauses. His gaze lingers on the wound. Jaw clenched. Something soft and wrecked flickers in his eyes.

Your hand comes up to cup the side of his face, your thumb running over the scar across his temple so gently it has his heart throbbing in his chest. “I’m okay,” you whisper. “Still here.”

Joel takes your wrist in his hand, lowering it down enough to press it hard over his heart. “You feel that?” he breaths. “That hasn’t stopped hammerin’ since I heard your voice cut out.”

You nod slowly. Your fingers curl into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Joel squeezes your wrist, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your forearm.

He climbs up over you, chest to chest—the jut of his cock where it tents the denim of his jeans grinds over the sensitive span of your cunt as he settles himself between your legs. He’s thick, heavy even through all the layers. 

Joel’s free hand snakes down his body, making quick work of his belt. He rips his zipper down, freeing his cock from the confines of his soaked boxers and letting it slap up against his stomach.

You moan at the sight of it—hard, straining, the tip a dusty red and wet with pre-come. Your legs widen unconsciously, thighs twitching on either side of Joel’s hips.

Joel takes himself in his hand, fist tight over the base of his cock as he runs himself through your puffy cunt, slicking the skin of his cock with your wetness. “Gonna fuck you,” he breathes, lining himself up between your legs. “Gonna feel you around me, baby, need it so damn bad.”

Joel slides in with one long, smooth stroke, your slick making it easy, and the groan he lets out sounds like pain. Like relief. Like he might lose his mind from the heat of you. Your breath hitches at the stretch, head lolling back against the hardwood as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Mine,” he grits through his teeth, forehead pressed to yours, his hips grinding deeper as you cling to him. “You’re mine, baby. Always—always mine.”

You nod, panting, eyes glassy. “All yours,” you whisper. “Only yours, Joel.”

And then he moves.

Hard.

Desperate.

Unrelenting.

He fucks you like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth, like if he stops, he’ll unravel entirely. One arm hooks under your knee, pushing you open, deeper than before. His hips slap against yours, raw and hopelessly, but it’s not about getting off.

It’s about feeling you.

Every squeeze, every tremble, every gasp that leaves your mouth when he hits that perfect spot. 

Joel’s never felt like this before.

So angry.

So scared.

So in love.

He fucks you like he’s trying to imprint himself inside your body. His thrusts stitch you back to him, sealing you inside his chest so you can never leave. A mess of skin-on-skin and heat and slick as the two of you meet again and again and again.

“Could’ve lost you,” he growls against your throat. “Fuck, honey, I could’ve—Jesus—”

You wrap your arms around him. “You didn’t,” you whisper. “I’m here, Joel—I’m yours—”

He groans, hips stuttering, thrusts turning frantic. He can tell he’s close, that he’s been close since he sank to his knees in front of you.

“Say it again,” he pants, slamming into you with a low, wrecked noise. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp. “Always yours—fuck, Joel—”

You wrap your arms tighter around him, pulling him closer. Your nails dig into his skin through the thin layer of his undershirt, legs locking around his waist to keep him pressed against you like you’re scared he’ll let go.

Joel doesn’t let go. He’d never let go. Not even when you moan his name like a prayer, not even when your nails rake down his back, not even when you gasp out a warning, your voice thin and needy. “Joel, I—gonna—”

“I know, baby. I got you.” His hand snakes down between you, finding your clit and rubbing quick circles over it, desperate to feel you come. “Wanna feel you. Need to—fuck—need to feel you, sweetheart. Please.”

You shatter in his arms with a broken sob, clenching hard around him as your body jerks, overwhelmed and too raw to hide it. Joel feels you pulse around his cock, the tight warmth of your cunt milking him.

It’s too much, and he’s coming with a groan that sounds like it’s been clawed from his chest. He buries himself to the hilt, hips jerking with every pulse, breath catching in your ear. “Fuck, fuck—” he pants, voice hoarse, “—love you, I love you, I thought I lost you, baby, I can’t…”

You’re both trembling when it ends.

Joel holds you there for a long time, forehead resting against yours, still buried deep inside you. He still won’t let you go. Not yet.

Eventually, when he’s calmed, he pulls back just enough to look at you.

You expect that same look from earlier—rage, fear, guilt—but it’s not there. Just love. Just deep, aching relief.

“I can’t lose you,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t survive it.”

You reach up, trace the curve of his brow, the edge of his jaw. “You won’t have to,” you whisper.

Joel kisses you again. Softer this time. Sweeter. A delicate press of lips against lips. His fingers stroke your cheek, pulling back enough for his eyes to trace along your face. He follows the line of your brows, the shape of your nose, the soft curve of your lips.

He can’t feel anything other than love.

Gentle. Solid. Steady.

It’s only love.

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WE'RE FAMILY, ME AND YOU –

↳ oscar piastri + gf!reader

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⌗ :: a/n: osc being protectiveeee . also he is so fine in that pic. warnings for offhanded comments abt weight and shit like that (if anyone irl is like this towards you i'll personally fight them). idk if this is gonna be super good bc i think my brain stopped working near the end lol but other wise enjoyyy

"please don't hold my horrible family against me, oscar," you say when he pulls into the driveway of your childhood home, the warm lights blaring inside.

"baby, we've been dating for two years, and i've met your family before," oscar smiles picking you hand up and gently squeezing it.

"i know but seriously, they're going to be awful," you groan softly falling back in your seat. "i don't want to do this."

"we'll do it together okay?"

"okay."

the first comment came a few moments after you walked inside: "oh its so good to see you oscar!" your mother and grandmother both come rushing out to greet you.

"and my darling daughter," your mother smiles and gives you a small hug, before pulling back and eyeing you up and down. "you chose quite the dress wow, you can see everything. you'd would almost think it was too small."

you laugh along with the "joke" and only relax slightly when you feel oscar's hand slip into your own, reminding you he's there.

you continue on through the house as your grandma gives oscar a tour, even though he was here about two months ago and literally nothing has changed.

he's polite, and nods along with whatever nonsense spiel she's giving him about a vase that apparently was her great great grandmothers - when you know for a fact she bought it a week ago because she sent your sister an incessant amount of texts about it in the family group chat.

the one you're clearly not apart of.

when you make it to the lounge room, you instantly sit down on the couch pulling oscar down with you, wanting this night to be finished with already. your grandmother enters the room with a platter of snacks, smiling as she puts it down, "now don't eat too much of this sweetie or you won't have room for dinner, or anymore room in that dress."

you don't notice is but oscars demeanour changes then.

he pulls you closer to his side and has one arm tightly wrapped around your waist as he takes a few crackers slipping every second one to you. he leans down whispers in your ear. "eat, i know you haven't today, fuck what linda says."

you smile and slightly relax more into the conversation, especially when your grandad and dad enter the room. both are overjoyed you're here, instantly stealing your boyfriends focus and talking to him about racing and the latest car that your dad bought and wants to fix up.

you were having a slightly better time, well until:

"pumpkin, leave poor oscar alone, you're practically on top of him!" you mother fusses, and you internally flinch at that dumb nickname.

"i wouldn't mind if she were on top of me," oscar mutters and you choke slapping him on the chest as he smirks. it brings a smile to your face the first one of today.

your dad clearly having heard what was said becomes all red and flustered clearing his throat and announcing dinner is ready, while struggling to hide a smile.

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dinner is your least favorite moment of the night. from the comments, to the "mothers" purposely pushing plates away from you. oscar notices and instead puts food on his plate and then switches it with yours.

which leads to them tsk-ing about how he needs to eat more and let you choose what you eat.

and you do what any good daughter would do when your mother looks at you and nudges the salad in front of your plate and says, "make sure you eat your salad, pumpkin," you shove it down and paste a smile on your face.

oscar sees it.

"how is work lately, oscar?" your grandmother asks smiling at him, before nudging him in the side with her elbow, "you're doing better than, pumpkin over there i tell you."

shove it down.

oscars hand lands softly on your thigh, silent support in the only way he can right now. you smile softly at him and he winks at you a small smile appearing across his face.

"oh enough you, we don't need all this while eating dinner, well while we eat dinner, you don't really need to," your mother sniffs. you struggle to push this one down and excuse yourself from the table. "i'm sorry oscar, that she wasn't letting you breathe. she needs to learn to give you some space. so clingy that girl."

"i'm breathing perfectly fine," oscar answers entering the conversation his voice calm but strong. "and quite frankly mindy, i think you need to lay off with the comments, i'm fine, your daughters fine, we're all fine, so stop with the snarky comments and the petty bitchy notions. because quite frankly, thats how you're acting, like a bitch."

he shoots a look to your grandmother, "and you too linda, don't go around pretending you're all high and mighty with your "everyone is amazing and i love my family" act, when you can't even treat your own granddaughter right. you two should be ashamed of yourselves. do better. all of you- well except you darren and mike i like you guys."

with that he pushes his chair out and goes to find you, knocking on the bathroom door, but not hearing a response. "sweetheart? you in there?" after a few more moments of silence he enters the room - you're not in there obviously, the window is open and he can hear the car running outside.

he leaves the house without saying goodbye to anyone and just gets in the car with you puts it in reverse and leaves.

you're both quiet for a few moments before you whisper, "i'm sorry for running out."

"no," oscars voice is firm. "don't you ever apologise for that, those women are bitches in a snake skin and they do not deserve your time and attention." he pulls off on the side of the road, cars driving past the only sound that fills the space in the quiet. "don't you ever apologise for being a beautiful, perfect person. don't you ever apologise for being you. because you are perfect."

he takes your face gently in his hands and softly kisses your nose. "you are the most amazing human being ever and i'm glad my heart belongs to you, those pathetic women back there can't see your beauty or your talented-ness or your smarts - you're a race engineer for gods sake - and thats on them." he presses a kiss to both of your cheeks.

"you are my sweetheart, my gorgeous best friend, my everything. and i love you baby," he whispers kindly before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. "we're a family me and you, we don't need those fuckers back there," he winks.

you giggle and whisper back, "i love you too."

a quiet moment falls over top of you both as you just rest your foreheads pressed against each other.

"takeout?"

"let's go."

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[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ AiB males in Mingle-Game with you ♠️

A/N: I thought about this kind of headcanons while I was trying to fall asleep. 😬

The game is part of the second season from Squid Game, so if you haven't seen it yet but want to watch it- This writing may contain slight spoilers! 😶‍🌫️

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Squid Game related; may contain Spoilers for season 2!

A g u n i

That man really hates playing games with you together. He isn't showing, but he is afraid of losing you in one of those games especially when it comes to the thought of losing you 'cause he is not able to protect you ...

He has the will of a leader and he may be pretty strong, physically and psychologically, but not knowing which game you'll join together almost kills him ever and ever again.

That's why Aguni always tries his best to convince you to play different games but this time he lost the discussion.

Thanks god it's not heart game the two of you joined, but clubs.

Bro, that man breathes a sigh of relief, you wouldn't believe it.

No chances he will leave your side, he stands by you and follows you everywhere you go, no matter what.

And he is watching you the. whole. damn. time.

Standing on the circling plate, he will touch you with his elbow when you start moving your body because of the playing song.

"Don't forget, it's all or nothing. Stay focused and stop dancing, you need to concentrate."

... He is finding it pretty cute actually but who is he to confess?

Ah, the plate stops moving and the song stops playing. A voice tells the number of people each group needs before running in one of the rooms you need to hide to win this game.

Good for you, nearly everybody knows Aguni.

And nearly everybody is fine with whoever wants to build a group with them, I mean everyone is just trying to survive ...

"A group of 3 people?" "Can't be this hard to find one more- no time to lose!"

Be prepared, he will carry you over his shoulder without hesitation ... He just grabs you and flicks you over ...

"Wow, alright, calm down Aguni, I have legs myself, you know?!" "Daily dose of training."

A r i s u

Same as Aguni, Arisu wouldn't step away from your side, leaving you alone in the crowd of people you may or may not know by even their names.

He's a cutie pie. While standing on the moving plate, he would stand by you as near as possible, just to make sure he isn't losing you.

Plus he wants to make sure you know he will always be there for you and no matter what happens, he isn't going anywhere without you.

He lost the most meaningful people in his life already. It broke him. Losing you- it's hard to say if he would make it another time.

Still, different from Aguni , he wouldn't mind moving with you to the song a little.

Actually it would be pretty fun to him, dancing to the rhythm with you.

For a second he would forget why you guys are even here ...

Lord have mercy, he loves you for that.

If he is able to, he would even sing along, sadly korean doesn't belong to his strength ...

Freestyle!

"Love, did you even know what the children are singing about?" "Actually no, but this song is both a curse and a blessing."

People will look at you as if you are a couple that is losing their minds- how can you have fun with the knowing this could be your last minute on earth?

Seriously, how?

"Oh, the song ends ..." "And we aren't moving anymore ..." "2!", the unknown voice tells the players.

Arisu grabs your wrist, not thinking about it twice, and drags you behind him, towards the door closest to you.

"Oi, don't be so rough on me!" "Sorry, gamer reflexes!"

C h i s h i y a

The strategist of this game.

Nobody would find a sample in this game as fast as he does.

Play with him the first and second round, and he will be able to guess the number of group members for every following turn.

"They will do everything to kill as many people as possible." "You don't say." "It's important to know. Based on that, the numbers are chosen." "Are you really trying to find a ... system behind this game?" "I'm not trying, I already found it. Just stand near me and everything will be okay."

Remembering the last games you played with him, you know he is right.

At first it was hard for you to trust him. He was always a mysterious person to you- calm, smart, ambitious. That makes him ... kind of a dangerous person.

But since you started "dating" him, it gets easier for you letting him take control in games you play both together.

"Promise you bring us out here alive ...?" "Not a big fan of promises, but this ... this is easy to handle."

He takes your hand you held out to him when you asked him that question. But not just to give you his word- he interlaces his fingers with yours instead, pulling you a little closer to him and making sure you stand by him.

Your face gets red like a tomato ...

"You know, you make the games a little more important to me, Y/N." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Your life matters more to me than my own life- so I'm willing to protect you. Even though it's just with my high level of intelligence." "... Well, who are you and what have you done to Chishiya?", you laugh while he is just giggling a little.

K a r u b e

Fun is important to him, he doesn't want to think about dying the whole time.

So he doesn't want YOU to think of dying the whole time, too.

I guess Karube could be the one dancing with like crazy to the song. Not just moving his body back and forth.

More like Thanos and Nam-gyu did in the series ... I was laughing so hard when I saw them dancing on the plate. 😭

Back to topic; he just wants you to feel comfortable and, above all, safe around him.

He loves having you close to him. As long as you are with him, he is sure that he can do anything.

He is also willing to achieve everything he has set himself as a goal.

Accordingly, if he has made it his goal to leave the game with you ...

... then he WILL leave this game WITH you!

Means, without ifs and buts, he stays with you. From start to finish.

We know how impulsive Karube can be.

Anyone who stands in the way of him and his plans will never be happy again.

For example, the player who tried to push in front of him when you two were running in a room together.

Then he is simply grabbing the clothes and pulls the foreign person out of the room again- with force and full physical strength.

If the stranger is lucky, he gets away with a broken nose.

If not, he will die- Karube has no mercy for people blocking his way.

"Well, you know, it's not necessary always punching people in the face when they are just panicking and fighting for their lives, Babe ..." "I know, but I was panicking, too. And I want to live. And I want you to live, too, y/n. I want a future with you, not with a-" “Unknown human being!", you say, stopping him from uttering an insult. "You are too good for this world, love."

N i r a g i

Bro's kinda rough to everyone, not just you. We all know what a beast he can be, so when it comes to finding group members, he will use every method that comes to his mind to make people join both of you.

Niragi isn't good with words. He would provoke the other players or manipulate them making sure you and himself can leave this game alive.

Yeah ... he has a soft spot for you.

Can you imagine him having a heart!? 😭

Anyways, his life isn't as important as yours, for him at least.

That's doesn't mean he wants to die in here!

You are just his priority, so when the voice is telling a number and other players don't want him to join their group, he would do ANYTHING that you are able to join a group.

Yep, he would grab people by their collar.

And he would punch and kick them if necessary.

... His firearm could also be used.

"Listen here, you litte fuck. You will make sure that you team up with her and you will make sure that you end up properly in one of these ugly rooms, that she gets out of here alive. Otherwise-" Niragi points his gun at the unknown player, ignoring your "No, stop! Put that down, are you crazy?!"

Damn, he would kill everyone in here to make sure you will survive, it's insane ...

Funny to say, his method is working very well ...

[cutieln4]

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How would the Yanderes react if their darling flashed the mid argument 🤔

A/N: Do not ask what this is please😮‍💨 Warnings: none really theyre just ... intrigued

Silas:

Short circuit immediately. Barely remembers what you fought about.

"Okay, wow, thanks for that, but you can't keep doing that when we're in a disagreement. But do that more often, though. You know what, fuck whatever we argued about, I think you and I need to have a different talk, come here."

Dr Kry:

He just goes still and gives you a look that is both confused and intrigued. Suddenly he doesn't seem mad anymore. He chuckles and leans against the wall

"Is that how you solve disagreements, Y/N? Because, I don't want to be that type of person, but this doesn't really solve anything, does it? Looking cute, though."

King Edmund:

Acts like a boy still going through puberty. His jaw drops, tugging your hands away when you quit.

"Nuh-uh, we're not doing that. If we're going to argue i night as well get a pretty view while I'm at it."

Jerry:

Isn't even fazed. She'd smirk and sink down in the nearest chair, shrugging.

"What? Why do you just stand there and look stupid? I thought we were done yelling and fighting Don't want to damage our vocal cords with the wrong thing, do we?"

Hedwig:

Bright red, tries hard to look somewhere else but failing quite badly. At least she's gone quiet.

"Can ... can I take a picture?"

[b1eedthefreak]

hi!!! idk if you'd be interested in this idea, but i think it'd be funny daryl dating the reader but that doesn't stop other ladies from shooting their shot. i was thinking prison era, but whatever floats your boat, but like daryl genuinely doesn't understand how people don't get that he's in a relationship with literally the most amazing woman in existence?? but it gets funnier because these women actually don't know because publicly his declarations of affection just aren't that obvious but to daryl and reader his actions may as well be him screaming how in love he is. idk where i'm going with this but i hope you see the vision. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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⌇daryl dixon x reader

⌇summary: the women at the prison can’t seem to get the hint daryl is already a taken man and keep flirting with him, he’s sick and tired

⌇warnings: none

⌇word count: ~4.3k

a/n this request was so fun to write! i hope this was what you were expecting!

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The sun had set at the prison. The sounds of footsteps echoed off the concrete walls as Daryl made his way through the yard, balancing a stack of boxes filled with fruit. He’d volunteered to help out with the food distribution again, knowing it would give him something to do that didn’t involve constant nagging from people.

But, of course, peace was fleeting when you had a guy like Daryl Dixon, charming in his own gruff way, walking around.

As he moved, he felt something, someone, approach from behind. The first touch was unmistakable, a hand on his bicep. Daryl froze, a look of confusion passing over his face.

“Wow, Daryl,” the voice came from behind him. “You’re so big and strong. We’re so lucky to have you around.”

Daryl didn’t even look back, his face scrunching as if he didn’t know whether to be flattered or uncomfortable. “Uh… yeah. Thanks.”

He could practically hear the woman grin behind him, but he wasn’t in the mood for small talk. Still, he didn’t move, just kept carrying the boxes toward the makeshift food line. The woman’s touch lingered for a moment, squeezing his arm in a way that made him want to shrug her off, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to do that without coming off rude.

Daryl was trying to move along with his load, but the woman let go. The awkwardness was thick in the air, but Daryl continued forward, shaking his head and wondering why he couldn’t just be left alone. You already have the most amazing woman in existence, he reminded himself. Why can’t they get the hint?

Later that day, as Daryl sat down at the metal table, sharpening his knife, he thought he was in the clear. He was focused on the blade in front of him, the rhythmic scraping of the sharpening stone a moment of rare peace. But that peace didn’t last very long.

He heard footsteps approach, followed by the unmistakable voice of another woman. “Oh, Daryl,” she cooed, leaning on the table beside him. “Mind if I keep you company while you work?”

Daryl looked up briefly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m good here,” he grumbled, his tone flat. He had no desire for company. Especially not from someone who couldn’t seem to see the obvious.

“Oh, come on,” she persisted. “Just a little chat won’t hurt.”

He wasn’t really paying attention anymore, just focused on sharpening his blade. His patience was wearing thin, and it was starting to show in his silence. But this lady was persistent.

Finally, she leaned over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Daryl,” she said softly, “I just wanted to tell you how much we all appreciate you. You’re really something special.”

He let out a low sigh, gripping the handle of his knife a little too tightly. “‘Preciate it,” he muttered, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from something that didn’t involve her sitting next to him.

Just as she started to say something else, he cut her off, his voice a little firmer. “Listen, I got work to do.”

With that, she finally took the hint, stepping back. Daryl didn’t even watch her walk away. He just let out a frustrated breath, muttering to himselfz

Then, later that evening, when dinner was being served, he found himself walking into the mess hall, trying to find a quiet corner. But of course, someone else had other plans.

He was just about to sit down when another woman came up to him. “Hey, Daryl,” she said, her voice sweet. “You look like you could use some company.”

Daryl turned slowly, his face scrunching up in disgust. Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Nah, I’m good,” he grumbled.

But she wasn’t taking no for an answer. “C’mon, you’re always so quiet during dinner. You should let me keep you company!”

Daryl’s face twisted further into a frown. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. He grabbed his plate, shoved his food onto it with more force than necessary, and turned to leave.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go eat by myself,” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed. “I gotta keep watch anyway.”

The woman was left standing there, flabbergasted, but Daryl didn’t care. He made his way toward Cell Block A, where he found a quiet spot, a corner where no one would bother him, and set his food down to eat in peace.

He grumbled to himself as he dug into his meal, shoveling food into his mouth like he was starving. Why can’t they just leave me alone? He didn’t understand it. He was already taken. So why were these women still coming at him like he was some sort of prize?

As he chewed his food, Carol entered, her brow furrowing slightly when she spotted him sitting alone, looking like he was about to burst from frustration.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, sitting down next to him.

Daryl glanced at her, his face scrunched up in a way that screamed pure exasperation. “These damn people won’t leave me alone.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat. “What do you mean?”

Daryl put down his fork for a moment, mimicking a high pitched voice, hands on his head as if he was imitating the women who’d been bothering him. “Oh, Daryl, let me stay with you… Ooooh, Daryl, Daryl, Daryl!” He exaggerated his words and shook his hair. “I don’t get it, Carol! I have a beautiful girlfriend! We’re obviously together!”

Carol snorted, holding back a laugh. “I wouldn’t say it’s all that obvious, Daryl.”

He blinked, completely thrown. “How the hell not? I gave her a sharpened knife! A sharpened freakin’ knife! And I brought her a rabbit to eat!” He was so frustrated, his hands throwing gestures into the air like he was giving some sort of declaration of war speech. “What the hell else do they need to see?”

Carol couldn’t hold it in anymore. She started laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. Daryl watched her, his frown deepening, and he shook his head. “What’s so funny? I’m serious!”

“Okay, okay,” Carol gasped, wiping away a tear. “It’s not exactly obvious to everyone. You’re not walking around with a neon sign that says ‘I’m taken.’”

Daryl looked horrified by the suggestion. “What the hell do you mean? I even—“

“You gave her a rabbit, Daryl,” Carol interrupted before he could continue, holding up her hands to stop him. “That’s not exactly common behavior for a guy who’s not into her. You don’t just bring women rabbits.”

At that moment, you walked into the cell block, out of breath and clearly on the search for him.

“Hey, where’s Daryl?” you called out, looking around for him. You finally spotted him sitting next to Carol, and a smile tugged at your lips as you approached them.

Daryl didn’t see you yet, too caught up in his frustration. “These damn women keep gettin’ in my face! I don’t know how much clearer I can make it!” He slammed his fist down onto the table. “What the hell do I need to do?! Start wearin’ a damn shirt that says ‘I’m a taken man’?”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing as you approached them. Carol was cackling beside him, holding her stomach. The two of them looked at you in surprise, but Carol was clearly enjoying the show.

“I take it things are going well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daryl groaned, looking like he was about to lose it. “They won’t leave me alone, and it’s makin’ me lose my mind!”

You sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. “Daryl, baby… it’s not that obvious to people.”

His face was so deadpan as he groaned, “What the hell do you mean? I gave you a damn rabbit!”

“Yeah,” you said, holding in a grin, “but some people don’t know our signs.”

Carol just about lost it again at Daryl’s expense, her laughter echoing through the room.

Daryl slouched, finally realizing the hilarious truth. “I’m gonna need a damn neon sign next time.”

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[mollygrass]

I’m not supposed to be writing but I just felt like it so here we go.

Preacher girl

Part Two

Remmick x Female reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: After being humiliated by your friends for still being a virgin, the outcast of town who only comes out during night helps you solve your little problem.

Warnings & Tags: religious themes, religious virgin reader in early 20s, loser and awkward Remmick, praise kink, corruption kink, smut

A/n: This has only been proofread once, so sorry for any grammatical errors. Please enjoy :)

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Everyone in town avoids his house like it’s the bubonic plague. As if crossing paths on its lawn will soil their skin or taint their holiness. Well, everyone except for you.

In all your sweet graceness, you always visit him during the day and night. A freshly baked apple pie or Sunday supper in your hands as a token of your kindness. You always knock at his door here and there. Some days he answers the door, other days the odd man doesn’t. It never matters to you because you have a heart full of gold and love.

The fatherly God says to love all. Even outcasted, weird neighbors down the street who don't dare step foot in Sunday church. You find it unholy of your fellow neighbors who turn their noses up at the poor fella.

Today at the crack of night isn’t like other days when you bring him a gift of kindness and care. This time around your hands are empty and a long frown drags your lips down. You knock at his door, praying to God he opens up. You desperately need someone to chat with about the events from last night.

Still, their words, mean and nasty echo throughout your head. It’s been that way all during the day and you can’t take it anymore.

“Wow, aren’t you a bit too old?”

“Yeah…I mean who even waits till marriage anymore these days?”

“Aww. Guys stop it! Y’all know she can’t help herself. Afterall, she’s, sweet-ole preacher girl.”

Your friends proceeded to laugh in your face at the diner. Their voices so loud the guys sitting steps away heard it all. Each and every little detail of the humiliating discussion. Usually it doesn’t matter who overhears but the guy you’ve been crushing on for years was there at the neighboring booth.

Shaking away the awful memories, your eyes glance up from your dress shoes at the door. It creaks open in a small crack. Through the small opening a pair of eyes meet yours. Moon light dimly reveals his upper features as most of the wooden door hides the rest.

“Yes?” His voice comes quiet and meek from behind the door.

Eyes fluttering, you wipe away tears threatening to fall. “G-Good evening, Remmick. I was wondering if I could come in and chat with you?”

He remains unmoved, still hiding behind the door. There’s a long silent pause. Crickets and nightly creatures hum as you wait for an answer.

But a verbal answer never comes, only the door hinges whining as the door opens wider. Remmick’s upper half blends in with the shadows of his house. Only his wrinkly slacks and dress shoes show in the light pouring in from outside.

“Thank you.”

The door closes with a soft click behind you. You hear his feet creak across the floor before light illuminates everywhere after a swift click.

As usual, Remmick disappears into the kitchen and you trail after him. But this time there’s not a skip in your step. Instead your shoulders slouch as you drag your feet. He doesn’t miss it either because his decaying wooden floors would have been screaming under your happy feet.

“Would you like some ice tea?”

You weakly nod, plopping down in the creaky old chair.

He pours you a nice glass of cool lemonade flavored tea and sits it down in front you. Then opposite to you he joins sitting at the table.

Again, another awkward silence falls between you two. He never is the chatter box, no, that trait belongs to you. Not to mention, Remmick doesn’t know what to say. Normally he doesn’t expect visitors this late at night. Especially from you who rarely visits at night.

He clears his dry throat, hands fidgeting together awkwardly. “So…uh…what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Your eyes never leave the glass of ice tea. Lips cracking open in a quiver. “My friends, they humiliated me, Remmick.” Your voice cracks.

He startles, eyes blinking as concern and confusion knits his brows upward. “How’d they do that?”

Sniffling, wiping tears away, face burning hot; you ready yourself for what comes next.

“I’m untouched…you know…waiting til marriage.”

“Oh.”

Remmick’s eyes flicker around anywhere but on you. Blood rises in his sickly pale cheeks. You can’t tell if he’s judging or uncomfortable with the topic at hand.

“And, a guy I like was nearby and heard. It was so embarrassing, you know?”

His face drains of red and his features become blank. Unreadable. A dark glimmer crosses his eyes for a second. Then it’s gone as he just stares at you.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said you’re waiting til marriage.”

“Yeah, but I want it to be him and he snickered at me with his friends, Remmick.”

His jaw clenches at his name casually and idly rolling off your tongue.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

His voice is firm. No longer soft and delicate. You fail to notice it though.

“But what if he doesn’t? My friends say no one waits that long anymore. They say I’ll never even get married because of it.”

Remmick’s nails tap on the table, his head lazily rests in one hand. His glare burns holes in your skull. The more and more you talk he finds it difficult to calm himself. What you said earlier is making him itch with irritation.

“So, is this what you really came to me to talk about at night? I was sweetly dreaming, you know?”

His words sting hot and cut deep. Finally you gaze up from the untouched sweet tea. Slowly, his words sink into your mind.

You blink. Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Remmick never acts in such a manner towards you. Never. It’s part of the reason you always visit him. He’s a good listening ear and never judges you. Tonight for some odd reason he is.

Why?

“Yes…I mean, I would’ve came in the morning but I couldn’t get it out my mind and—”

“And what am I supposed to do about this problem?” He sharply snaps.

“I-I just wanted to talk. I-I’m s-sorry, Remmick.”

He stands from the chair. His shadow

envelopes you from where you sit.

“Talking ain’t gonna solve that. You’re better off keeping it to yourself.”

The next words that slip out your sweet mouth are all impulsive, no thinking behind them. Purely rooted in adrenaline.

“Then help me! If you’re unholy as the town says, help me fix this problem!”

Remmick just stares at you. He’s stiff, as if trapped in a trance. Lips gaping, eyes wide with shock.

Your face boils hot and tears gather in your eyes. You begin wondering maybe coming to your odd neighbor isn’t the brightest idea. But when his tall stature hovers over you, the idea shatters to fragments of nothingness.

His palm rests on the table, supporting him as he leans in your space.

“You sure that’s what you really want, darlin?” He rasps.

You audibly gulp. Darlin. Remmick never calls you such a name. Let alone invade your personal bubble as he’s doing now.

You hesitantly nod, soaking in the sinful glint in his brown round eyes.

………………

His every touch feels tainting. As if the sin everyone in town says engulfs him is spreading like a plague across wherever Remmick touches.

In a bedroom, you assume he sleeps in, you lay on a bed. The mattress is soft and fluffy against your back. The room smells of an odd scent. One reminiscent of a dry iron stench and old drywall. You ignore it, or better yet you barely notice it. Halfway naked in only panties and a bra is too much of a shameful distraction.

And of course him.

He’s between your open, trembling legs. Just like you his chest is bare with only his underwear on.

Every kiss he litters across your skin blazes in flames and with each one you pray for the lord’s forgiveness.

“Relax,” he breathes. Voice low and hot.

You don’t say anything and try to obey him. Inhale out. Exhale out. You repeat this process like a broken record as his rough calloused hands explores your body.

He enjoys the way your soft skin, pure and unexplored, feels under his touch. Remmick always does wonder what it feels like. Especially when you come over in more exposing clothes. Now he knows.

There’s only one thing bugging him like an irritating itch beneath his skin. How incredibly stiff your limbs become wherever he graces your body.

His smooth movements halt. An intense hunger pools in his eyes as he hovers you. “We can always stop.”

“No, I want to keep going,” you mutter, voice shaking.

“Then promise me you’ll relax.”

You avoid his gaze and nod.

The mattress sinks in at the sides of your head.

“Look at me, now.”

The simple command draws your attention to him. You don’t know why but it just does.

“I want you to say it, okay, darlin?”

Darlin. That word again. It makes your heart drum and butterflies dance in your belly. Worst of all, down below where the lord forbids, an aching heat spreads. A poor sweet thing like you, so holy and innocent, it drives you insane.

“I-I promise.”

He huffs a laugh and a smirk pulls his lips back. “Good girl.”

He leans back down and continues the ungodly acts. Something warm and wet glides across your neck to the tip of your chin. You gasp, unknowingly, eyes sealed closed.

“Maybe if you open your eyes you’ll know what’s coming next.” His breath hits your ear.

Your spine arches, face jolting away from him. “I can’t look. I don’t want to look. I-I just can’t, Remmick,” you stammer.

“Fine, have it your way, darlin.”

He continues lapping his tongue across your skin all over. From your neck, stomach and thighs. It leaves you a trembling hot mess. Confusion and a sinful desire to be further touched by him clouds your mind.

Remmick easily discards your bra and panties somewhere on the floor beside the bed. Your hand covers your throbbing cunt while your other arm hides your breast.

He sighs. You’re unbelievable, truly. He finds it cute but slightly annoying. Your little shy antics only makes his greed to ruin you grow stronger.

“Stop hiding or I’ll tie your wrist to the headboard’s rails.”

“What?” Your eyes shoot wide open. A new fear arising.

“You heard me, now be a good girl and listen.”

Just like that you obey him.

Softly he envelopes one breast in a hand, fingers pinching the hardening bud. His mouth occupies your other breast. The sensation tears a loud moan past your lips as your back arches, puffing your chest outward. His teeth and tongue are mean and cruel, bullying your poor nipple.

Your chest heaves in uneven rhythms. Waves of heat bring a new type of ungodliness between your shaky thighs. Your cunt pulses; wet slick coats all over down there.

“R-Remmick…Remmick.”

“Hmm?” He hums, still toying with your breast.

“I f-feel weird,” you choke out through breathy pants.

Then something happens and as it does your body is a quivering leaf in the wind. A loud whiny moan fills the bedroom as you cum.

He gives your abused nipple one last savoring suck before releasing it with a pop. It glistens, wet and swollen. Saliva pools at his chin on one side as he stares down at you. A crimson glow glints in his half-lidded eyes. Teeth, sharp and long peeks between the cracks of his lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” be breathes before gulping bottled excessive salvia in his mouth. “I always longed for this. I always wondered what would make you cum fast, but I never imagined just your nipples would do the trick.”

A blurry haze fogs your brain and his words don’t register. As you stare back up at him, you notice a difference. Those round, worrying puppy-like eyes are gone. The awkward, quiet, timid neighbor from down the street is no longer there. This man above you isn’t him. It can’t be him because this imposter reeks of what the Bible teaches you to stay away from.

Is this what everyone else in town sees in him when you couldn’t?

You blink once. Remmick’s still there, eyes dark and lustful. You blink twice. He’s gone.

At least that’s what you naively thought until you feel him buried between your thighs. Elbows supporting his weight as his hands firmly hook around your legs. He holds you right where he wants you.

The fog shatters as his mouth latches onto your cunt. Instinctly you try to close your thighs but his iron grip prevents it. So, instead your hands run through his silky short curls. You grab bundles of his curls in your fist, body squirming uncontrollably.

He just hums in delight. Your cunt’s juices are a forbidden honey on his tongue. No matter how much he sucks, digs his tongue deep, he can’t get enough of it.

He slowly draws away, eyes nearly rolling back. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose control. I’m trying not to because if I do I’m afraid I’ll break you, darlin.”

The only response he earns in return from you is a weak mewl.

“Fuck it, you wanted this anyways. You can take it just like the good girl you are.”

He no longer wears underwear. His cock stands proud and hard as he guides it to your throbbing hole. The tip kisses your entrance. Then it pushes in, nowhere deep between your warm walls yet.

Your hands grasp around the mattress as pain screams through your cunt.

“Mmm, Remmick it hurts.”

He leans down, closing the space between you two. One arm rests above your head while the other holds your hips in place. His forehead lightly touches yours. His breaths are uneven, and sloppy.

“Yeah, I know.” He pecks your nose and then kisses your lips. “It’ll only hurt for a bit, darlin. So, please bear with me.”

He kisses you again. This time it’s long and passionate. You kiss him back, lost in the moment forgetting he’s even halfway inside. He gains easy access inside your mouth when he bites your bottom lip. His tongue explores everywhere before battling with your smaller tongue.

He takes advantage of your distraction and thrusts his hips. Your sweet moans muffle, filling his mouth instead. The chains holding Remmick back break loose. Any and all control he holds is gone to the winds. His hips don’t stop, never giving your walls a chance to get used to his size.

His lips pull away from yours and a long thread of saliva connects your them. The rhythm of his thrusts is even and controlled. Your walls squeeze deliciously tight around him. It drives him nearly insane.

Each pump of his cock, pain fades away slowly but surely. Your breaths become messier and heavier. The idea of sin or anything with God serves no justice in your brain. All you can think about is how good Remmick’s cock feels deep inside you.

His groans mix together with your loud whiny moans that evolve more sluttier bouncing off the walls in the bedroom.

“Oh…my…God…so good…Oh, Remmick.” Your words utter out, a tangling mess.

“I know, darlin. I know. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You nod, plump lips in pout.

He chuckles as a wicked idea brews in his mind. Remmick leans back and throws your legs over his shoulders.

“I bet this’ll make ya feel extra good.” He licks lips.

His cock digs deeper. It hits a certain sweet spot. Again and again. Pleasure sends shock waves through your entire body. It feels so good you see stars in your hazy vision. He leans in closers and your knees ghost over your breast.

“Look at you,” he says in awe. “So pretty folded underneath me and taking my cock so well. Such a good girl.”

You don’t even respond. You can’t. Not with the way he’s crushing you to a crumbled mess.

A goody two shoes like you never expected your first time to happen this way. In fact even though you shouldn’t have imagined it, you sometimes would. In your innocent little head, you always fantasized it would happen the day of your marriage as a wife. Yet here you are being pounded by the town’s unholy outcast at midnight.

Noises of skin slapping and slick squelching fill the room. His and your skin glistens with salty sweat. Remmick’s thrusts are sloppy, hungry and needy. He chases his orgasm along with you. Under his breath he mumbles lewd sayings as you cry out, nearly close to cumming.

A few more sharp, fast pumps and you two cum together. Your fingers fist the sheets and your back arches. His warm milky seed fills you up as he rides out his orgasm, still bucking his hips. He milks himself dry.

His shaky breath is loud as his shoulders slump. Underneath him, you lay half conscious, half awake. Marks decorate your naked frame from head to toe. He carrasses the marks, savoring the mess he made of you.

Someone as holy and devoted to God as you ruined by someone unusual, wicked and unworthy of the sun’s love. Oh, how pride swells his chest.

“I always wanted to make you mine, but was afraid of tainting your beautiful light. But now I’m even more afraid I can’t let you go after all this, darlin.”

You don’t know, innocently drifting off to sleep, but your freedom is no longer yours. Your lovely, graceful God abandons you now. No one can save you now. Not from the talons of Remmick, a man as ancient as time itself.

If only you knew visiting the man down the street no one talks to wasn’t a good idea.

If only.

If only.

Now you will live a life of hellish despair

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[sargeteen]

𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

'cause somewhere in the crowd is you ₊˚⊹ᰔ

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝒎edia!male reader synopsis: even after ferrari's horrible race strategy, fans can fall back on y/n, their social media admin that loves to make fun of their drivers in red—and also some other drivers in the grid who catch some strays—and who has turned into somewhat of a fan favorite. ( part two to unpaid intern! )

genre: smau, crack humor, fluff warnings: brainrot. lando norris and 4s hate if you squint, but its all for good fun and jokes. i think i lost the plot somewhere in the middle

requested? yes! author's note: im so glad someone requested a part two i loved doing the first one. two posts in one day?? who am i???

masterlist. part one.

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scuderiaferrari ah hell nah what are my goats doing at f175 💔💔

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userone i can't look at ferrari the same knowing the person who runs their social media is charles's boyfriend ⤷ usertwo im new to f1...what do you mean 😭😭??? ⤷ userthree last year ferrari's socials started being really funny and people were confused and then it was released in dts s7 that their social media admin was charles's boyfriend! y/n came out and said that he got his job cause of charles and was basically a nepo baby 😭😭

oscarpiastri of course charles was playing chess ⤷ youruser oscar i need you to save me from this frenchman ⤷ charles_leclerc I AM NOT FRENCH ⤷ oscarpisatri i dont wanna be french...i dont wanna be french

userfour proof why we don't need a live show, they got charles and lewis playing chess of all games ⤷ youruser as long as charles doesn't have to force me to play anymore...he has like 382 wins on game pigeon ⤷ userfour ykw...im not surprised

userfive the only reason why im looking forward to the 2025 season: y/n's posts on the ferrari account ⤷ scuderiaferrari thank you userfive your support is greatly appreciated ❤️

usersix didn't know charles was an avid game pigeon user...

userseven waiting for charles's comment where he gets mad at y/n for either calling him a goat or posting him playing chess

charles_leclerc must you always post my dirty laundry 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to show people that rich drivers like you can be relatable sorry

usereight welcome lewis hamilton, you are about to be the victim to so many shit posts ⤷ scuderiaferrari they're not shitposts 💔💔

lewishamilton chess slander in the big 2025 ⤷ scuderiaferrari who taught you how to speak like that ⤷ lewishamilton you did ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah...right

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scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC GETS A $298,398,471 FINE AFTER ACCIDENTALLY FLIPPING OFF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AND SMIRKS AFTER!!!! YOU CANT BE DOING THAT CHARLES!!!

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usernine CHARLESSS PUT THAT AWAYYYY

userten GOD CHARLESSS HE'S GOING BROKE

charles_leclerc sorry babe...can't afford rent this month ⤷ youruser what the hell 😞💔

usereleven god this account is so dumb now that y/n runs it ⤷ usertwelve sorry my dms aren't working but i hope you get your syphilis sitch worked out man ⤷ userthirteen bro has zero joy and zero whimsy in his life ⤷ youruser i'm like spongebob, i make your brain melt

userfourteen YOU CANT BE DOING THATTTT WOW CHARLES

lewishamilton my goat 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari OKAY STOP NOW ITS GETTING CREEPY ⤷ lewishamilton ts pmo fr ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh my god.

userfifteen i need a ferrari video where they teach charles and lewis brain rot or have them say brain rot sayings ⤷ scuderiaferrari here's a dollar for creating a banger video idea

usersixteen this account is so peak

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scuderiaferrari come with us to teach lewis brain rot ☺️☺️ ( video will be posted later!! )

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userseventeen this post seems off.. ⤷ usereighteen right like where is the funny ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to be serious sometimes 💔

usernineteen SKIBIDI TOILET RIZZ!!

usertwenty oh god i can't wait for lewis to read out brainrot this is peak cinema

lewishamilton i already know brainrot you always tell me about it ⤷ scuderiaferrari shhh it's more fun this way

charles_leclerc i want to learn brainrot too ⤷ youruser charlie, baby, you're too monegasque for it ⤷ charles_leclerc what is that supposed to mean ⤷ youruser it means you'll make a fool of yourself

usertwentyone i'm so excited for this

usertwentytwo im going to be first like first view first save and first repost on that video im so excited

click for video transcript! [ LH: What is this one? How do you say it? (SHOWS Y/N PAPER) Y/N: (LAUGHS) This one? (POINTS AT PAPER) LH nods. Y/N: That's gyatt. Like ski, but with a g, and then yacht. Gyatt. CL laughs. LH: G-yacht? (TURNS TO Y/N) Y/N: (LAUGHS AND NODS) Perfect, Lewis. LH: {WHISPERS} G-yatt. {NORMAL TONE} What does it mean? Y/N: Like...like butt. Like I could say...(LOOKS TO CL) "Nice gyatt, Charles," and I would be saying he's got a nice butt. LH laughs. CL blushes, looks to crowd. ]

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scuderiaferrari about time unc learned gen alpha brainrot ( full video on youtube and tiktok! )

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usertwentythree I'M CRYING THE WAY CHARLES BLUSHED WHEN Y/N SAID HE'S GOT A NICE GYATT ⤷ youruser hey, i never lie 🐐

usertwentyfour whoever came up with this idea is a genius this was so funny

usertwentyfive now why did y/n go on a 3 minute tangent about the chill guy meme 😭😭????? ⤷ youruser i guess i am not a chill guy.

lando i want to do this with oscar because he is a million years old ⤷ oscarpiastri i know brainrot ⤷ logansargeant mate no you don't ⤷ scuderiaferrari LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE GREAT 2025?? ⤷ youruser wrong account ☺️☺️☺️

usertwentysix of course y/n is a loscar fan... ⤷ youruser what is that supposed to mean.

usertwentyseven LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE BIG HUGE 2025??

logansargeant i really liked it when y/n had to explain what skibidi toilet was for 10 minutes ⤷ scuderiaferrari i honestly barely understand it so i was getting confused by lewis and charles getting confused

usertwentyeight y/n AND charles both explaining 'eating' and the difference between 'i cooked' and 'im cooked' 😭😭 ⤷ usertwentynine y/n must use those a lot if charles knows what they are 😭... ⤷ charles_leclerc like you wouldn’t imagine...

charles_leclerc i knew too many of these for me to be satisfied with my life ⤷ scuderiaferrari so dramatic this one

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youruser was never a fan of paddle

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userthirty didn't know ferrari admin could get slutty like this... ⤷ youruser what a man can't be slutty and funny? ⤷ userthirty no

userthirtyone oh wow.

charles_leclerc you look so handsome mon amour ❤️ ⤷ youruser thank you my love ❤️

charles_leclerc can we recreate challengers but just the kissing part ⤷ youruser you little slut you...of course we can

userthirtytwo god ive never seen a y/n post before and man does charles whore out in the comments 😭😭

charles_leclerc that's all mine ⤷ youruser is it really? i couldn't tell...

logansargeant tell your boyfriend to behave i dont want to see that on my timeline at 8 in the morning ⤷ youruser sorry i cant control him ⤷ charles_leclerc only sometimes he can ⤷ logansargeant see this is why im not coming back to f1, because of you guys being nasty on the timeline ⤷ userthirtythree you sure it isn't because of your horrible driving abilities? ⤷ youruser leave my son out of this.

userthirtyfour since when did y/n and charles adopt logan too? ⤷ charles_leclerc even i do not know

userthirtyfive yeah..smash

userthirtysix LEMME HIT JUST ONCE ⤷ charles_leclerc you guys need holy water

charles_leclerc #smash nice gyatt ⤷ youruser CHARLES SOTP IT

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scuderiaferrari someone asked for dog-tent?

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userthirtyseven IS THIS LEGAL?? CAN YOU DO THAT??

userthirtyeight BE CAREFUL THEYRE GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS ONE Y/N

lando Y/N???????????????? ⤷ scuderiaferrari hi lando ☺️ ⤷ lando that is so out of pocket pookie bear 😞😞😞

oscarpiastri oh that's so mean...do it again ⤷ lando OSCAR?????????/ ⤷ scuderiaferrari 😉😉

userthirtynine even his teammate went against him...poor lando 💔

userfourty did you guys not see the discourse on twitter of lando saying he'd name his dog charles or charlie or something so they were saying that lando was gonna walk charles like a dog and lectwt used that pic of lando in retaliation??? ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh...i didn't know this was happening 🙇 ⤷ userfourty Y/N YOU ARE SO MESSY

charles_leclerc y/n ☺️ my love ☺️ what is that last picture ☺️ ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh that must've snuck in there on accident ☺️

userfourtyone there are no other admins like ferrari and vcarb i swear their admins are peak 😭😭 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we really are peak, aren't we visacashapprb? ⤷ visacashapprb we really are 🤝

userfourtytwo mama a 4 behind you... ⤷ scuderiaferrari theyre upping my security detail next race..

userfourtythree do it again do it again do it again

lando can't believe this is my life... ⤷ scuderiaferrari me neither diva ❤️

mclaren y/n you are expected to visit mclaren next race during media day. ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah. ⤷ charles_leclerc RELEASE HIM HE DID NOTHING ⤷ logansargeant Y/N IS INNOCENT LEAVE HIM ALONE ⤷ lewishamilton sir lewis hamilton orders you to leave y/n alone ⤷ scuderiaferrari if i think nobody got me, all my goats already had me 👊👊👊🐐🐐🐐🔥🔥🔥🔥

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scuderiaferrari LANDO, WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION! WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPIONS I SAID! LANDO!

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userfourtyfour oh that's oomf in a ferrari post

userfourtyfive y/n is this your apology for lando ⤷ scuderiaferrari in my own way

lando we can be world champion 💔💔💔 ⤷ charles_leclerc failed hopecore 💔 failed world champion core💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari failed wdccore is right... ⤷ charles_leclerc oh who is you ⤷ scuderiaferrari i regret teaching you things

userfourtysix oh the twitch quartet my heart just shattered ⤷ userfourtyseven does this mean y/n watched the twitch quartet in quarentine...and just like manifested dating charles and getting a job at ferrari ⤷ scuderiaferrari actually no they had me study 12 hours of different compliations. including 'the twitch quartet being iconic for 5 minutes gay', 'charles leclerc being stupid for 10 minutes', 'lewis hamilton being the goat for 24 minutes gay', and then 'the brocedes lore explained in under an hour' ⤷ userfourtysix brocedes mention in the great 2025...oh god

userfourtyeight imagine getting a job at ferrari and you're forced to watch a documentary about brocedes... ⤷ scuderiaferrari "documentary" it was a fan video

alexalbon oh twitch quartet how much i miss you... ⤷ lando you have all of our numbers ⤷ alexalbon yes, but it's not the same

oscarpiastri twitch quartet was bop (before oscar piastri) so it means nothing to me ⤷ scuderiaferrari HELLO 😭😭😭????????

a/n: the plot was fully lost

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[colossrat]

A coven of very stereotypical witches? You know, eating little children to stay young and all. They are very feared by many magicians.

But Captain Marvel? What would he be afraid of? They love him!

One day, a great threat is there and JL is fighting, Cap has fallen into a trap and is now suffering too, but he uses one last drop of his energy to send out a call for help.

Suddenly, the environment changes. It becomes cold, deathly cold and silent.

The coven begins to appear, in the shadows, like monsters with dark expressions, their arms covered in dark magical markings.

Everyone stares, paralyzed in shock as the coven encases the thread and together, they release Marvel and make a circle to do a ritual, with their combined energy they manage to send the thread to pieces.

Later, Marvel explains that said coven that many people feared are very nice ladies who constantly make offerings to him in an ask to absorb some magical energy to stay young. And so they don't have to kill little kids anymore either

They see a scene where a very grumpy scary woman turns all smiles as she makes Marvel lower his head so she can pet him like a little kid

Witch 1: Wow, I'm glad we made it in time! It's good to see you, it's good to see you!!

Witch 2: We missed you so much, kid! Let me pinch those cheeks!!!

And then they watch as Marvel still bends over so the witch can pinch his cheeks

Marvel: Ladies, please… my friends are watching

Witch 1: Oh, don't be like that, we're just showing some love to our favorite demigod.

Witch 3: Were they the reason you've been so distant lately? You barely show up anymore.

Witch 2: Klarion is a little sad. You canceled your play date again…

Witch 1: We know he doesn't show it much, but he really appreciates it when you show up to share magical knowledge with him

Marvel: ah, i know. hey, how about we meet up later today to catch up? I just need to help with the clean-up--

Witch 3: I'm sure those heroes can handle it themselves, honey. --right?

And she gives the League a dirty, dirty look, who are watching in silence

Superman: Sur-- sure! Go ahead, Marvel, we'll take over from here, you've already done most of the work

Marvel: Ooh, sweet! Thank you, mister Superman! And League too! Bye, bye

And they left after heading straight for a dark corner, right behind the wall

The cold, deathly vibes went with them

Dr. Fate: Where are they talking about Klarion the witchboy…?

Zanatta: I don't know, I'm a little lost…

Wonder Woman with a big smile: I'm happy to see my little brother with such a lovely family! And so full of women. I knew that he, being so polite, must have come from a female environment

Superman: Is that what you pick up from the interaction?

Wonder Woman: Sure they look a little dangerous, but that just shows strength! I know Marvel wouldn't tolerate anything evil. Dangerous, sure, but not evil

Batman: Hmp. (I agreed)

Dr. Fate with his brain turning to goo: Klarion… is he a playmate with Klarion…?

John Constantine, who knows how much Billy is a big magnet for dangerous people and creatures: Don't think too much about it, mate, it only gets worse