#'fuck yes i'm playing tennis look at me go'

[drawbauchery]

I drew more kitties

MORE KITTIESSS!?!?

[instnewt]

A CHALLENGERS WRITER OMG IM SCREAMING!??!?!

Can I request a art donaldson x reader smut where art is just an obsessed pathetic perv (which is basically just art in general) and reader just teases him constantly?

Can I at least get your number? - Art Donaldson x Reader

pairings; college!art donaldson x fem!reader

summary; you find yourself alone in a hotel room with Art, who cant seem to get enough of you, but has no idea what to do about it.

warnings; mdni, 18+ only, SMUT, virgin!art, overstim (m!recieving), slight edging (m!recieving), fingering (f!recieving), orgasm denial (m!recieving), sub!art, porn w a plot, slight brat!reader, reader is basically tashi duncan, art is smitten and touch starved

wc: 2.1k

a/n; i'm not sure how i feel about this, and i kinda just looked at the challengers script to start it off because i love love love that plot. i also haven't written any fics like this in ages so bear with me.

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This morning, you stepped onto the court for a high-stakes singles tennis tournament, and by the time it was over, you had wiped the floor with every opponent in your bracket. A smug grin danced on your lips as you left the court.

That moment marked the first time he had ever even heard of you. Sat on the bleachers, watching you play as if you were the first woman he had ever laid eyes on, was Art Donaldson and his best friend Patrick Zweig.

Patrick had brought Art to see your match with nothing but praises from his mouth. Knowing his friends type, Art had only shrugged it off. This girl couldn't have been that great.

Boy was he wrong.

"She’s in another league, she’s beautiful." Patrick said.

"You mean her game?"

"No, I mean she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen."

And right on cue, you step onto the court, the announcer's voice ringing out in the background. Both Art and Patrick lean forward in their seats.

To say they both had boners by the end of your match would be an understatement.

-

Now, you stand at your own celebration party, sipping your drink and talking to some well wishers as an awkward duo approaches you. They stand there full of nervous energy, waiting for you to notice them. When you do, they both put out their hands at the same time for you to shake them.

"Hey, I’m Patrick Zwei-"

"Art Donald-"

"I know who you guys are," You say with a grin.

They both retract their hands, surprised.

"Fire and ice, right?"

"In the flesh," Patrick responds as Art blushes in embarrassment.

"You were… fucking incredible." Art adds. "Thank you."

You three conversed - or rather, they had buttered you up with compliments, until Patrick cuts the conversation off.

"Hey, do you smoke?"

You look at him, surprised. "Cigarettes?"

"Yeah." "What an incriminating question to ask at a tennis party." He smirks, taking your response as a yes. "Do you wanna get some air?"

You glance at Art, who is looking at Patrick, annoyed. You understand that these two boys are deeply smitten with you, and you decide that you're going to have some fun with it.

-

And thats how you end up in their hotel room, playing a game of truth or drink, half-empty beer cans littering the floor between you. They both flirted relentlessly with you for about an hour or two, until Patrick had to call it a night.

"You're right, that is a cute story." you say as you finish your beer.

You look at Art, who watches you like a lost puppy. He looks so pathetic and adorable, which is part of the reason why you've decided you like him more than the other boy. You can feel your gut heating up by the minute.

The ding of a message pierces the silence, startling the three of you. Patrick reaches into his pocket, bringing his phone into sight and reads the text.

"Shit, I uh.. I gotta go," He says, standing up off of the floor.

"Is everything a-" Art tries to ask, before Patrick swiftly cuts him off.

"Yeah, yeah," He says, throwing on a hoodie and making his way to the door. "I'll be back, don't wait up." He says before leaving the room.

The two of you now sit on the floor, dazed and confused. You bring your knees to your chest as you watch Art awkwardly shift his position as well.

"The fuck was that?" You ask.

"No clue."

A grin plays across your face as you look to the ground. Relishing in the awkward silence before Art makes his move.

"You're um.. you're really pretty by the way. I don't know if I've said that yet but, you are."

And that was it.

Moments later you were stood up, leading Art to the hotel bed. As you sat there, legs dangling off the side of the comforter, you noticed Arts knee bouncing up and down, his painfully hard and growing erection clearly visible in his pants.

"Kiss me." You say.

"What?" He asks in a voice that was so quiet it was barely a whisper.

"I want you to kiss me." You repeat, and Art almost faints on the spot.

Art’s mouth remains open in shock as he glances at the bed, then back at you.

“Now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He's quickly leaning forward, pressing his lips against your own. They’re warm and soft, and he kisses you with innocent eagerness. He places a light hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. He gasps softly against your lips, his heart racing wildly. you take control of the kiss as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at, slipping your tongue in his mouth -- the innocent kiss soon turning into a full make out session.

Your hand moves down his neck, making Art gasp softly, his fingers digging into your waist as his tongue becomes bolder in your mouth.

He was practically on top of you at that point, so you push him back until he sits against the headboard, straddling his lap leaning into his flushed face to resume the kissing. He quickly places his hands on your waist, one of them moving up to the hem of your shirt and pushing it upwards slowly.

"You want me to take this off?" You whisper, breaking the kiss and Art's gentle touch gives you goosebumps.

Art looked at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips slightly. "yes, please…"

You smirk and grab the hem of your top, pulling it off your body. He let's out a shaky breath as he sees your bare torso, not expecting you to have been without a bra.

"Have you ever touched a girl before, Art?" You questioned, breaking his lingering gaze.

He swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing up and down.

"No, I... haven't" He admitted, aching to touch you.

"Don't be shy," You whisper with a smile, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts.

Art stares at your face closely, eyes filled with lust as you place his hands on your breasts, squeezing gently. His thumbs hesitantly brush against your nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

"You're perfect," He breathed out, his words causing a wave of heat to crash over your body. With the way he touches you, as if he's worshipping you, makes your panties grow wetter by the second.

"I know." You mutter, squirming in his lap.

Art lets out a gasp as he feels your body grind against his crotch. He leans in, kissing along your jawline and down your neck, nipping softly as he goes.

You play with the hem of his shirt, and he immediately gets the hint, leaning back and pulling off his shirt quicker than he ever had before. Immediately he goes back to it, kissing at your neck before moving down to your chest.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his tongue lapping at one of your hard nipples. He groans as you reach up to tangle your hair in his blonde curls, sucking gently on the hard nub.

His hand moves eagerly between your legs as he slips his finger underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties. He rubs his fingers hesitantly over your pussy, not knowing exactly what to do with them next.

You hum at his action, then grab his hand and withdraw it from your panties. He gives you a confused look as you get off his lap and sit next to him, pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees you completely bare beside him. He quickly shifts down the bed and reaches out to trace his finger along your upper thigh.

You grab his hand, leading it toward your heat and he's quick to draw small circles on your clit, causing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

He smiles proudly as he see's you respond to his touch, his digits pick up speed, pressing down on your swollen clit and receiving a moan from you in return as your hips buck into his touch. He leans upward to capture your lips in kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth which he had learned from you earlier. His finger slides down your slit, searching for your entrance and slipping it inside, feeling your slick coat his digits as he thrusted in and out.

"Is this okay?" He breaks the kiss, a hint of nervousness still lingering in his voice.

"Mhm, fuck" You curse as he adds a second finger, your pussy tightening around them as you feel your orgasm building.

you reach down and grab his wrist, stopping his actions.

"Take off your pants."

Art instantly leans onto his back, arching it slightly and pushing his boxers down his thighs, just enough to free his aching erection before you're on top of him, climbing onto his lap just like you had before. His breath catches in his throat, the sight of your wet pussy just inches from his cock making him shudder in anticipation.

He almost came on the spot.

With a release of breath, he places his hands on your hips. You grab his cock and place the tip against your entrance, causing an involuntary moan to leave his lips. You slowly lower yourself onto him, not being able to help but moan as you took him inside you.

He groans, hands moving to cup your ass as he begins to instinctively thrust up into you, making you bite your lower lip.

You ride him slowly at first, his dick reaching all the right spots inside you. He shudders as he bucks up into you, his fingers digging into your ass so hard that you're sure it'll leave bruises. You were so fucking tight, and he was so hard, the friction almost too much for him to handle.

"F-fuck." He curses.

You smirk as you watch him, helpless beneath you as you ride him. You tug at his hair, tilting his head back to suck on his neck, leaving a mark in it's wake. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels you tighten around him, thrusting into you desperately.

"Naughty boy," You whisper in his ear, a smug grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

You look back at him, completely flustered, cheeks flushed and blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

He groans, sliding one hand down to sloppily rub your clit, the other hand still on your ass.

"Don't stop, please," He breathes, his hip lifting up to meet every downward thrust of yours.

He whimpers, cock throbbing inside you aching for release. The sensation of his dick pounding into you along with the stimulation on your clit making you weak in the knees.

"That's a boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace while riding him as pleasure swarms your body.

Art's eyes flutter shut. "Oh... fuck, i'm cumming," He moaned, pursing his lips together.

"Hold it," you demand, voice hard, "Not until I do."

He moans in frustration, shaking his head as his hips shudder into you, "Please.. I cant."

"Just a minute, baby, almost there," You assure, as you clench around him.

You continue riding him until you finally fall over the edge, letting out a string of moans as your body shakes in pleasure. You lean your head into the crook of his neck, your hands gripping at his shoulders as pleasure washes over you.

"Mmm, ok" you hum, "You can cum."

As soon as he gets permission, he cums with a loud whimper, almost a cry, shooting his thick seed inside you with long spurts. You milk his cock as you both ride out your highs.

You're both a panting mess, leaning your forehead against his as you both try to catch your breath.

After a few moments, you push off of him, eliciting a small gasp as you slide off his cock.

You push off of the bed, grabbing your clothes and redressing yourself, Art doing the same as he pulls up his boxers, a dumbstruck look on his sweat dripping face.

"A-are you leaving?" He asks.

"I uh, I should go before your friend returns," You smirk and bite your lip, grabbing your keys and bag and make your way to the hotel door.

"Can I at least get your number?" He calls, at a loss for words.

"See you at your match tomorrow," You reply before exiting the room, leaving Art with another growing boner, an unbelievable story for Patrick and a hickey to prove it.

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[challenger-fan-club]

thinking about nerd art who wears glasses and appears shy and quiet but knows how to fuck! he would be the perfect soft dom

"fucking four eyes." Patrick laughs as Art puts the glasses on his face. He's mocking but Art knows it comes from a place of love. "shut the fuck up, I need them." Art knows that his sight isn't the best but he usually uses contacts to avoid the mocking from Patrick. Plus he can't wear them when he plays tennis. This is only temporary because he forgot to order the new set. Art doesn't talk much when he's in class. Or at parties. Patrick usually steals all the light in fairness and Patrick doesn't like to share. So Art rarely gets a chance.

But then one night, Art gets you in the bedroom, the shyness fades away. He's very much in control. But he is still the sweet guy that calls you baby, honey, sweetheart all of the time. He takes your hands whilst he's eating you out. He knows you want to make him feel good. He wants to make you feel good too. Hes so quick to praise you whilst your kissing his neck, kissing down and along his collarbone. You tug at his shirt. "Can you take this off?" You whisper in between kisses. "since you asked so nicely baby." He does as you ask and takes the t-shirt off over his head so swiftly. You kiss along his chest and he runs his fingers in your hair. He watches you push your lips over his body and ask to pull his boxers down. "Yes baby, such good manners." He lifts his hips up as he allows his cock to be free from his underwear as you continue to place kisses. "Hold on." He pulls your head away gently. He puts his glasses on his face. "I want to see you." He pushes himself so he's sitting up, with his back against the bed. You resume kissing his body before starting to suck the tip of his cock. Art instinctively moans as soon as he feels the wetness of your mouth against him. He praises you calling you a good girl as he encourages you to take more of him. He's barely doing anything except receiving and praising you.

"Cmere baby." He instructs you back onto the bed and starts kissing you. He barely stopped for a second breath as he kisses all over you. Art places his hands around your neck, barely putting any pressure and then gently increasing whilst you're kissing. "Keep your eyes on me." His hand moved down your underwear and he rubs your clit, feeling how wet you are, feeling how reactive you are to his movements. "thats it, my needy girl. you're all mines." you moan under his breath as he continues to increase the pace, over and over against you. You try to get your words out by you just can't. "you can take it honey, keep going." he urges you as he encourages you to grind against his hands.

"Keep going baby, I know you want to cum all over my hands." Art moves his kisses back to your neck, the words vibrate in your ear as he whispers. "thats it, good girl." He's so encouraging. He just wants you to feel good. "fuck, please." The words came out quickly and your orgasm built hard and quicker. "Thats it, let go for me." It's everything that you needed to feel the release over Arts fingers. "Good girl." he kisses your neck. You think it's going to leave a bruise with how intently he has been kissing you and stimulating you. He pulls you closer as his hand is almost dripping. "You're so very good for me, you know that." He makes you look at him again. "I'll get you water in a moment. I just want to hold you." Art pushes his head into your shoulder as he runs his nose over your neck. "I'm so lucky that you're all mines." Art confessed. "Just so you know, the glasses are so fucking sexy." You smile at him and he laughs like he's shy about them. "The glasses stay then."

[woodle-isbae]

Say Yes

Art.D x Black!Reader

Warnings: love sick! Art , cowgirl , choking, spit play , voyeurism, humiliation, Patrick is a jealous perv , Sub! Art , Dom!reader ,

Kinktober Masterlist! ♡

The IT couple.

When people think of the most Dominating and powerful couple , They'd think of all the relationships Art Donaldson has been in, and you'd easily be the winner.

Being the blondes confident and bold girlfriend was a strong title you held proudly at Stanford. Nobody daring to bother art as you would easily catch word of this , tormenting the rat who so even dared spew your boyfriends name.

That didn't mean he wasn't gonna fight for you. Nearly cutting off his long lasting friendship with Patrick when he spoke about you , trying to see if you'd sleep with him. Luckily a few shoves from Art had him apologizing right in your face and never speaking about you unless brought up.

You two were the best fit , constantly bring seen with eachother in public , him glued to your hip like he was attached to you. People envying the way you had him wrapped around your finger , constantly obeying any request you believed was fit for him to do.

"Artsie , please get my..."

"Art , would you be a dear and..."

"Sorry to bother you darling , but can you..."

He never even objected , going to do what he was asked with a smile and faint blush dancing across his skin. He would often ignore the complains he would get about how he was so submissive , Patrick refusing to belive that Art was actually tapping that with the way he was being so....Art?

"You sure she isn't the one wearing the pants in the relationship?"

"Yes , I'm sure..it's my relationship."

They were discussing over some tennis practice, Patrick comming over to see Tashi..and attend one of the frat parties being hosted.

"I mean...it sure looks like she pegs yo-"

"Patrick!"

Art threw a ball at his head , getting annoyed with the pestering he was faced with and the things the brunette was spewing.

"Sorry!...jeeze , you need to let loose!"

"And what is your idea of letting loose?"

He held a ball in his hand , stopping mid serve to give Patrick a bored stare , one hand on his hip to show how he was getting tired.

Poor guy

Patrick making his way across the court , comming extremely close to his ear as if they weren't the only ones there. Taking in a breath before whispering something and backing up.

"You should say no.."

The moment those words left his lips , you would swear Art saw a Ghost, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

"No fucking way dude."

"C'mon man , just for tonight...it's that party ,I'll pay you a hundred bucks too and I doubt she would care."

Patrick persuaded Art into doing it , trying to have their relationship (in his eyes) be normal. The two stood in silence for a while before Art began nodding.

"Okay...fine , just for tonight."

"There ya go!"

He tackled him and lifted him up , swinging him around like a doll until he was placed down. The situation Art was about to place himself in not dawning apon the duo.

"You should take me out for drink ,since I gave you this big idea."

"Uh...No."

"Oh? She doesn't get a No but I do!?"

He huffed and pushed himself away , going to get the tennis balls that sat in diffrent areas of the court before heading out for some lunch.

Time skip 😛

You were currently getting ready for the party , it wasn't anything formal so you wore a simple outfit that wasnt too heavy, expecting it to get warmer with all the dancing. You headed over to arts Dorm to go with him. Making your way in as he was still trying to find a shirt to put on.

"Let me help y-"

"No...uh I just found it!"

You frowned a little but decided to ignore it , heading out to the party with art in your car, instantly being met with the smell of alcohol, weed and Sex.

"Art dear..would you please get us drinks.?"

"Uh...N-No..?"

You were taken aback , never hearing him say No to you. You stared at him for a brief moment, mabye he would change his mind, but when he didn't say anything you huffed and walked off to find the drink bar.

You came back a few minutes later to him with a drink already in hand. When did he get that? Nevertheless, you downed the cup that was ment for him and approached him with only one cup.

He barely even noticed you were here , if it wasn't for him glancing your way. There was definitely something going on and it pissed you off.

The whole night , he kept denying request from you, shrugging and mouthing 'no' whenever you asked even for the simplest things. But he'd be so quick to agree with anyone else? Was there something wrong?? Had you said something that made him fed up.??

You were making your way back from the drink bar, slipping through people until you spotted something you weren't sure were for your eyes.

Patrick slipping Art a twenty.

You waited for the Brunette to walk away so you could approach, tapping art on his back, making him jump up. He turned over and gave you a smile, you copied his actions to make it seem as if you didn't know anything.

The night continued on as usual..but you didn't ask him anything, dancing and drinking with him but never asking him to do a thing. He must've not noticed until he glanced to the side and saw Patrick.

"We should get a room Artsie."

He nearly complied, the use of that nickname had all the blood rushing south. His mouth opening to mutter yes ,until a figure bumped into him. Patrick wrapping his arm around Arts shoulder, looking at you with a smirk.

"Heyy you twoo! I..wanna speak with Art!"

He mumbled the last part , pulling your boyfriend away for a brief moment until the came back , Arts face still flushed and bulge even more prominent.

He nearly lost the bet because of You. You only smiled and gave him a quick peck to the cheek, dissapearing off into the crowd, leaving him a mess.

You were avoiding him for the whole night , knowing he was right after you, and Patrick following suite to try stop him. You slipped into the darker areas of the place , finding yourself in a dimly lit bedroom, lit up by only the moon.

You made your way in and stood by the door , shutting it once Art came in.

"Y/n! I..uh-"

He stumbled over his words , all he wanted now was for you to bounce on his swollen cock until he could barely walk straight.

"You need me..hm?"

You whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He eagerly nodded , whimpering a slight bit.

"Words , Art. I need your words."

He sighed, giving in to your request since he knew he could simply lie and say he never said yes ,right?

"Yes..fuck yes please."

That was all you needed to hear , smashing your lips onto his while he lifted you into his arms , laying back onto the neatly done bed behind you two. You straddled his lap , kissing at his while grinding onto him, stopping your movements whenever he began getting loud.

"But-"

"You don't want Pat to find out you broke off a bet?"

He let out a whine , muttering a soft no while you made work of both your clothes , your cunt so slick he could slip in easily. Your hand snaking its way around his throat as you bounced up and down his cock, squeezing softly.

"You really thought you could listen to Patrick? Fucking stupid."

He choked out a whine , getting light headed from to lack of oxygen flow and stimulation down south. You brought your face closer to his , slowing your movements briefly

"What would he say now huh? You can't even keep a fucking bet, cause your so pussy whipped."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head , his fingers dug so deep into your hip, you were sure they'd brush up. You let go of his neck , opening his jaw to spit into it, just as you did that someone barged in and let out a defeated sigh.

"C'mon Art? Not even for a few hours!?"

Patrick stood at the door , arms crossed and shaking his head in dissapointment knowing he would have to take back his money. Although he seemed to be dissapointed, he was purely staring at you two go at it, the moon making a silhouette of your figures moving against eachother.

"F-fuck off Pat-!"

Art managed to speak out , flipping his friend off as he walked out and shut the door.

"Your own friend can't believe you're this weak over me?"

He let out a deep whimper , grabbing your hips to position himself properly, fucking into you like a jack rabbit. Your moans luckily muffled by his mouth and the loud music that played behind the thick walls.

The drive back home was silent, Art passed out in the back seat while you drove and Patrick sitting in the passenger seat next to you.

"Don't ever pull that dumb shit with him ever again."

"What- what do yo-"

"Don't fucking play dumb with me Zweig."

"Yes ma'am."

The silence filling the car back up, if you don't count the blonds soft snores behind you and the cool air of the night flowing through your window.

[moviecritc]

easiest conversation ⋆ carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!oc (named Angelique)

tropes: strangers to lovers

summary: carlos and angelique sat next to each other in a tennis match in monaco, leading to an endless conversation.

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling. maybe a part 2 if you like it?

masterlist

Everybody was focused on Carlos' future in Formula 1, he tried so hard to not be worried about it, but every thing he does, the media somehow made it about his career as a driver. So, at the end, he couldn't do anything except being worried too. Many what ifs were in his mind anytime he thought about it.

The past weekend wete the Masters of Montecarlo, a tennis match, and taking advantage of the fact that he was in the city and most of he's teammates were also watching it, he attended as well.

Carlos didn't have the opportunity to talk to any of them, they were seated in different places in the public. Either way, seeing George, Charles and even Lando with their partners made him feel a little bit more miserable than he already felt. No seat and no girlfriend, that's not a very cool situation to be involved.

And there's even more, he doesn't even know a shit about tennis. He played paddel a few times with Lando, but tennis? He had no idea. So he just sat there, gasping when other people gasp and checking his phone once in a while.

"You seem lost," someone said.

Carlos lifts his head that exact moment, connecting looks with a light brunette that was looking at him above her sunglasses.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked, totally confused. Since when that woman was sitting by his side?.

"Yes. You look bored, maybe you just need someone to explain tennis in a cool way," she smiled. A beautiful smile.

Carlos also smiled a bit, in a weird way. Sometimes he forgots that there's people who can effortlesly talk to strangers in a cool and mysterious way. This woman was one of them.

"Yeah, sure. If you can,"

"If I can?" she seemed dramaticly offended. "You don't think a woman can explain tennis to you, man?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean it in that way," he said quickly. "Please, go ahead."

She smiled and started explaining all about tennis in the most interesting and funny way possible.

"How do you know so much about tennis?" he asked.

"Well, I'm a tennis player," she explain. "I thought it was obvious."

Carlos noded a bit, noticing a few mobile phones and cameras pointing at them. He didn't realised it until now, and now he was wondering how many pictures and videos of him and that woman would be around the media.

"Uh, well... I mean, I have no idea about tennis," he said, nervously.

"Yeah, I could tell that," she laughed and she infected Carlos with the laughter. "I'm Angelique, by the way."

"Beautiful name. I'm Carlos," they shaked hands with smiles in their faces. He saw some redness on Angelique face after he complimented her. "So you are a tennis player?"

"Yeah." she simply answered.

"Are you good?" Carlos didn't want the conversation to die.

"I try to be," she said. "I'm fifth in the Women's Tennis Association, I don't know if that's enough for you."

Angelique pursed her lips, making a funny face that made Carlos smiled.

"That sounds really good," he said, truly impressed. They were both athletes, maybe that's why it feels so easy to talk to her.

"What about you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm a race driver,"

Angelique raised even more her eyebrows and wide-opened her eyes "Ok, that is so fucking cool!" she remarked. "Which team do you drive for?"

"Ferrari, but..."

"No way! That's even cooler!" she boasted. "I mean, I have no idea about Formula 1. But Ferrari? That is cool guy material, undoubtedly"

Carlos was too invested in Angelique's voice and eyebrow game that wasn't able to tell her that he isn't staying in Ferrari for too long. But they've just met, and being unemployed isn't something to say to someone right off the bat.

He realised that it was the first conversation in a while that he didn't have to mention anything about his future in Formula 1, another reason of him being this comfortable around Angelique.

"And, how did you became a tennis player?" Carlos asked, leaning a little bit to her.

Now, she was focusing on the ball and the movements of the players.

"My brother used to use me as a ball picker when he played tennis, then he broke his arm and I kept his racket," she explained without divert her eyes from the field.

"He stopped playing tennis after that?"

"Well, yes. When he could come back, he was too old and unexperience to achieve something," she said. "But he wasn't very good anyways."

They both laughed and Angelique take off her sunglasses so she could see Carlos better.

"Have you won something in tennis?" he curiously asked.

"Yeah, of course. Matchs and all those things,"

"Have you beaten Serena Williams?" he wondered, with a smirk.

"Not yet," she admited. "But I've won against people who beat Serena."

She smiled proudly. The match was about to end, and none of them were paying attention to it.

"Okey, that's pretty awesome," he said.

She crossed her legs and accomodated her long brown hair to one side, which left Carlos eyeing her in a romantic way.

"And you? How someone decides that he wants to drive really fast cars?"

"My father has been involved in motorsports for a long time,"

"It's always a family thing, don't you think?" she said. "It is hard to find someone who started in sports by themselves."

"It is!" Carlos agreed with her.

He was going to say something else, but they announce the end of the match, everybody standed up to give an applause. Both of them copied the rest of the people.

"Wait, who won?" Carlos asked, totally confused.

Angelique lean into him, whispering "I've no idea,"

They laughed and kept applausing. That was the end of the match and the end of their conversation. Angelique's agent rapidly came to her to take some pictures with the winner.

"Wait, wait," she insisted to her agent and then walked close to Carlos. "It was lovely talking to you, Carlos,"

"Same, Angelique. You seem an interesting person," he complimented. Carlos was willing to ask her for her number, or something.

"Are you coming to the finals tomorrow?" she asked, praying for a yes.

"I don't think so... I have a race soon in China,"

"Oh," she seemed disappointed. "Well, good luck for your race and..."

"Can I asked you for your number?" he said unexpectedly.

"Yes!" she realised that maybe she was too effusive, so she lower her tone. "I mean, yeah, sure. If you want."

Carlos laughed and Angelique did it too, in a more ashamed way. He gave her his phone so she could write her number.

"There you go," she said and her agent was already near her to leave the match. "Text me!"

Carlos laughed and waved at her, when he looked at his phone, he could do anything but laughed again. Angelique saved her as "That cute girl from the tennis match".

He wondered what was about that girl that made her so unique and easy to talk to her. Carlos didn't think about it very much, instead, he texted her right after she left the field.

[creativewritersposts]

autograph session - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x reader

How can Lando change the situation from enemies to lovers?

warning(s); bad language, angst, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; I NEED MORE LANDO REQUESTS PLEASE I'M BEGGING :(

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"I would never date someone like her"

This is what Lando said to Daniel Ricciardo after you were gone. You waited a whole day to get a photo with Lando Norris, talking a friendly conversation at an autograph session and when you walked away, you heard this.

Sure you're just a fangirl. But it hurts. You're not a model, you're not as tall as Lando himself but you're smart and nice.

It's like the world hates you months later - Lando Norris is sitting in the restaurant with his team where you work as a waiter. You need to pay bills, it's definitely not your dreamjob. He's definitely not your dream guest.

"I'm not going to this table!", you swear to your coworker. She's looking amused, she's the only one knowing why you hate Lando Norris.

"He'll not recognize you!", she supports you, laughing at the end of saying.

It's hilarious how you stand in front of her, acting like a child.

"Show him you're better than him", she pushes your body forward to Lando's table.

The team hears your foot steps and the attention is on you.

"What can I bring you to drink?", you twist your legs, trying to stay humble. You want to smash the menu card after lando's smirk. Reminding yourself, you really need the money.

They order their drinks and food, you're staying in the shadow without saying much words. Usually you're joking around, having a good time with all guests but you're not feeling well.

"Do you want to pay with the credit card?", you ask Lando without friendly manners. "I'll pay cash, thanks", he shows you his million-dollar-smile. Too bad it bounces off like a tennis ball.

"Thank you, Sir", you nod in the round, ready to leave, Lando holing your wrist, "this one is for you". You can feel cash between your hands, pushing the money like a reflex back to him, "fuck you, Lando Norris!". Your voice is hissing in his direction.

His eyes are getting big, his team is laughing but you couldn't care less, waking back to the cabin, ready to leave your last shift of the week. "What happened?", your coworker comes around, completely in anger what you did. "He can throw his cash in his ass, Mr. I would never date her!", you're frustrated. In this moment someone knocks on your door, "hello?", both of your heads spinning around. "it's only for waiters!", you warn this person. "I don't see if you're naked, I swear!", Lando Norris standing there and holding his hands on his face to cover everything. "what do you want?!", straight eyes caught him. Your coworker pushes you again, "Sir".

Lando rolls his eyes, his rolex is glimmering on his wrist. "what's your name?", he asks you. "doesn't matter", you don't want to interact with him.

"Did I upset you or why are you hating me this much?", he asks again, trying to make this situation a little bit funny.

You don't want to laugh with him, you want to sleep after a ten hours shift.

"Because you play with fangirls feelings!", you scream in his face. He touches his hair, totally chill.

"How can I change your mind, that I'm sorry?", he bites on his lips. He looks so good, you want to kiss and kill him at the same time.

"Leave the restaurant, thanks", you tell him your mind, you get hitting on your shoulder again. You huff, rolling your eyes, "everything is okay", you fake a smile. He says bye and leaves the restaurant.

You're thinking about this situation, even days later back at work. Yes, you had your reasons to be like this but he treated you not like grass unser his feet.

"One guest is asking for you", your coworker searched you in the crowd. "We're not a private restaurant so this guest has to wait!", you bite on your tongue not to say more you'll regret later, "bet you want to know who he is", she grins like a devil. "fine!", shrugging the shoulders and walking to table 10.

"Are you kidding me?", you're pissed to see this face again. Lando Norris in a smoking.

"Hi, nice to meet you!", Lando smiles kinda worried, his eyes are blurried.

"Wish I could say the same but here we are. We're not the only restaurant in this area", you spew fire. He plays with his crossed fingers, his head is down. "what did I do?", he breaths in. "What do you want to drink?", you have to do your job. Nothing more. "I'd like to order food. Just food", he sounds disappointed.

But you have to pretend you couldn't care less.

After he ate his dinner, paying and saying thank you - he left. He didn't left like joking, he stayed quiet.

"You broke his heart, girl", your boss comes around after the shift is over. "Whose?", "Mr. Norris".

This conversation hunts you, still on the streets on the way home.

Lando Norris would never ever go to a restaurant without having a plan. Or at least a reason. Your fan merchandise is hidden in your wardrobe, you didn't wore these things for two years like its a plague.

Next work shift you're tired. You could sleep on your own feet. What if he's telling your boss, you need to get fired? Just because your emotions you could lose your job.

"He's asking for you", your boss pets your hair like a dog and told you it's table 3.

Lando Norris. Again.

He might has vacation, shouldn't he win races?

"Hello", you smile, asking your typical questions as a waitress. It's the same like last time; he orders food, pays cash and wants to leave.

"Have a nice day-", you want to end his time in your restaurant, but he interrupts you. "I asked my menager if i did something wrong to you. There's nothing on social media. I have no clue-", he talks in his british accent. To be fair, his accent sounds cute.

"You told Daniel Ricciardo at an autograph session you would never date someone like me!", gosh. It feels so heavy to speak out this.

Lando's face gets gray. He's biting on his lip. "I'm incredibly sorry", his voice cracks and is shaky. So thin, it could easily break.

"What can I-", you talk between his sweet nothings. "You're a bad person Lando Norris and I don't deserve this. I worked hard to be here with two jobs to pay my bills and I'm not perfect but I'm good enough someone would like to date me! But you would never understand because I'm out of your league with your millions", you scream and leave the restaurant.

You're sure: it was your last day at work.

Nobody called you for the next week, your boss only texted you "take some time, see you in two weeks".

He destroyed you, now you destroyed him. But why does it feel so wrong?

You're watching TV, ice cream in your hands and the blankets is around like a coucon.

"Mr. Norris, how are you today?", the reporter asks Lando with the microphone in his hands.

"I'm okay", he answers with a sick voice, his face is not shaved. "you'll start from p4, are you happy with the results?", Lando shakes his head, "I'll try to win, like always", "you want to send the prize money to a kindergarten, why?", ok this question is interesting.

"I'm a bad person. I want to change it", he gets weak and walks to his car.

You feel bad. So bad. Maybe you hurt him, too.

Maybe he's crying right now in his car, helmet on.

The following next week comes earlier than you expected and now you're here; in your restaurant ready to make some people happy.

"Lando told me you're working here", a young boy with aussie accent standing here. "are you Oscar Piastri?", "psst please be quiet", he hides his face in his hood.

"He's a mess. He did an horrible mistake and he regrets it but he's not a bad person. I swear", he strongly says. "Thank you for telling me", you smile lovely.

"He wanted to ask you out since the team dinner. He came back here after the race of Australia and he had a jet leg and almost slept in the next practice but he didn't care because he thought you're happy to see him again", he spills the tea. He's not angry, he's calm. "What should I do now?", you feel rude.

"I can give you his number and his address, he booked a hotel room but is too afraid to come here", he whispers because guests are walking behind him. You nod and take the phone number.

"Why is he afraid?", "you ripped him with words". "Bye", he says in a hurry and leaves.

You decided to walk to him after your work shift, a luxurious hotel room in front of you.

You knock two times until you hear foot steps. "don't need room service but thanks", an exhausted voice talks.

"Open the door, Lando", you're freezing your ass off. It's cold tonight.

"What are you doing here?", Lando Norris standing here with nothing but in just his underwear.

"Oscar told me", you smile. You don't want to hurt him.

"Come in", he opens the door and let you in. It's clean, just some helmets on the ground, "I like your new helmet design", you smile again.

"I'll give them away", "why?", "I'm a bad person and want to make it better for my fans", he sniffles. "You love this helmet", you argue back. He told the media he would sleep with this helmet in his bed because it's so cool.

He's standing here, broken and lost.

"I want to treat my fans better..", putting his head down. "oh Lando", you can't help yourself and hug him. He's one head taller than you and lays his head in your neck, sobbing. "I'm sorry I told these awful things", touching his back, running circles over it.

"Everything will be alright", you breath in his cologne. "You're not a bad person", you correct yourself.

"I am and I just wanted to ask you out", he cries in your arms. You're watching out of the window. It's already dark outside, cold air. "Everything is alright, Lando", you burry your head in his hair.

"I'm such a pussy", he sniffs and stops hugging you. "you're not", you smile and whip his tears away. In front of you is a good looking, inside and out beautiful person.

"I swear I wasn't talking about you at this autograph session", he uses a tissue and smiles. "Oh what is this?", you catch a beige hoodie in your hand, lando's name on it. "its my new merch but it's not-", "I'll borrow it until you ask me for a date so you have to come along", you wink at him. He giggles his adorable laugh, "okay, darling".

Darling.

I might fell for his personality.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Prince Michael of Kent

Featuring Prince Michael of Kent

Being the PR Chief of the King of England has its perks, like fucking said king. In case of today, being invited to the Royal Box at Wimbledon, one of society's favorite events of the summer. The coveted seats come with an unparalleled view of some of the greatest tennis matches and the chance to rub shoulders with royalty and A-list celebrities. Guests are invited to a lavish sit-down lunch featuring an impressive spread of luxury meat and seafood, including halibut, Galloway beef and Cornish lobster tail before the tennis matches start.

It was there that I met Prince Michael of Kent, second cousin to Charles, Andrew and Edward. He had occasionally represented Elizabeth II at some functions in Commonwealth realms outside the United Kingdom during her reign. Otherwise, he manages his own consultancy business and undertakes various commercial work around the world.

He was handsome, looking quite distinguished with his gray beard as I greeted him with a handshake and bow. He had a stronger grip than I'd imagined. He was older than I usually go for, having recently celebrated his 82nd birthday, but still my type. And with Charles sidelined and Andrew being passed off, I could always use another royal fuck buddy I thought as we spoke.

Now being a confident, royal fucker, our conversation turned into how I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed. He laughed and said that his wife wouldn't appreciate that as sips his drink. Without saying another word, I slip a business card of mine into his coat pocket and pat it lovingly.

“For when you think I'm serious.” I said as I headed to my seat having planted the seed.

Throughout the matches, I'd scan the crowd, my eyes from flickering from one man’s face to another. I would occasionally look at the prince, fantasizing about him being naked. How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being short of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. I am sure he noticed me looking many times but never said anything. Later that evening I went home and jacked off thinking about him.

During the last days of Wimbledon, after a very good meal in the dining hall, I began the walk back to my seat when I saw Prince Michael at the other end of a narrow corridor. He was finishing a conversation when he headed over towards me. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries and shook hands.

Gesturing me to the side, he asked, "Were you serious about sleeping with me?"

I told him that I was and his face turned red in disbelief. The old man stared down at me without answering, as though he was thinking over my request.

"I may consider it." He said after a awkward moment.

As he turned to go I realized I'd stopped breathing. I exhaled slowly watching his retreat, remembering his gorgeous, piercing eyes and warm smile. What had seemed like just a cute, unobtainable older guy turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. With a dazed grin as I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants before return to my seat for the final matches.

Later, after today's matches, as I was about to leave, I heard, “Wait.”

Turning around, I see it's Prince Michael briskly walking to catch up with me has he flashed that warm smile again.

"Yes, Your Highness. How may I assist you." I replied loud enough to sound businesslike.

"I'd like to discuss that business offer you mentioned earlier." He replied just as loud. I was enjoying the role play, particularly as it was real. I stepped back hoping he'd follow me in to my car that had just pulled up. The prince did a check to see if anyone had noticed us. No other words were spoken as we got into my car and started the engine. Pulling away, I could tell he was nervous when he said "Head to Kensington Palace. It's more private.”

“What about your…”

“She’s won't be home.”

Another nod and we’re off, arriving at the palace a few minutes later. The journey though his was unbearable with servants to nod away, but soon were in what I assumed was spare bed chamber. I could only catch a quick glimpse of the large room and spacious bed before the lock clicked and the prince was grinning at me again, his hungry eyes.

We fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss as we frantically start pulling off our clothes. As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as the other royals I've fucked, there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. The white white fur on his chest hung like moss on a branch. It continued down his stomach, getting thicker until it ended in a bush above his rising cock.

Coming up for air, I asked him if he’d been with a man before. He told me fooled around in the army, but all they’d done was jerk off together. I told him he was in for a treat as I laid him down on the bed. I licked and sucked his nipples before kissing my way down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva all the way to his already hard cock. Which was impressive for a man his age.

The head, bulging and purple, wobbled slightly close to my gasping mouth as the massive tip smeared a little of his pre-emission fluid on my lips before his head entered my mouth. His uncut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely. There was a subtle musky smell along with his old fashioned cologne that aroused me even further as I worked his fully erect shaft, moving slowly up and down. As I deep throated his old cock and he let out a loud, deep moan, the first of many.

"Fuck…" The prince moaned as I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner, "Marie has never done that to me, it feels so incredible."

Wanting to test him, tease him more and so I did something that the old guy wasn't expecting. I quickly lifted his legs and slid my mouth down to his asshole and started running my moist tongue back and forth against his virgin asshole. Suddenly the straight man was bucking and calling out like a woman. And when I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure as he started writhing about while I tonguefuck him.

I tongue fuck him for a minute or two while he lay there stroking himself before the fear that I was going to make him cum, stopped me. I stood up, looked around for some lube when Michael to me to check the nightstand. I walked over towards it and bent over to pull the Vaseline out, as I bent over I felt him grab my legs, I looked back from under my legs and saw him kneeling behind me, his cockhead was resting on the floor, leaving a wet mark on the carpet. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt his tongue slide up and down my sweaty crack until it pressed against my hole and felt the wetness against it.

"Oh yeah." I moaned as he slid the tip of his tongue into me, tonguefucking me, eating my ass. Reciprocating what I did to him earlier.

He did that for around five minutes till I knew my hole must have been dripping, then he stood up and took the Vaseline tub from me. He was rubbing the Vaseline over his prick while heading back to the bed, I stood beside the bed, pinching my nipples as he lay back and spread his legs wide. Following onto the bed and lifted one leg to the other side, hovering over his crotch, his 8" pole was standing in attention. Guiding his cock into my hole with one hand and tweaking his nipple with the other. As soon as his dick made contact, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me.

I winced until the head was totally in and then I easily slid down all the way till I felt his pubic hair brush my smooth butt.

"God… so tight." He said as I thought he would cum then from the look on his face.

Placing both my hands on his chest, I dig into it as I lifted my ass and slid back down again. Michael let me take control, so I rode his dick, stopping whenever I thought he was dead close to cumming. The sounds of him moaning with pleasure as I slowly thrust my hips onto his cock was music to my ears. After teasing him and prolonging the excitement, he was desperate to cum. Just then, this white haired older prince took charge and rolled on top of me.

Smelling the sweet scent of Aramis cologne that he wore mixed with his sweat was intoxicating to me as Michael fucked in and out of my tube. But the tightness of my tube soon got to him and he rose up, grabbed my ankles and immediately started stabbing his cock in and out of me at a furious pace. I grabbed my cock and jerked it to finish off, as the both of us were dead close to cumming.

To my surprise, I shot of first, spraying my cum over my chest and stomach. That must have excited Michael as let my legs go and repositioning himself. I grabbed him behind the head, staring him the eyes as he continued fucking me even harder and faster until he was close to emptying his seed. I could feel his cock swell in response. His grip became crushing and he was pushing into me as hard as he could, cumming deep inside of me groaning deeply with ecstasy. I let out a gasp and came on his stomach and mine for a second time. Then he collapsed on me with his cock still inside me and gave me a long grateful kiss.

I was able to coax him to fuck me several more times that night with him blowing his load in me twice! Impressive for a man his age. I couldn't let him show me up, so I blew my load once as he was fucking me, and then I blew it again while I was inside him! I knew Michael enjoyed every moment with his boy. And of course I did too. My old British royalty cravings are only getting stronger!

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Hideous Shoes

Request: Leighton x Fem reader, a part two vibe to the first Leighton x reader story, but instead the reader is talking to Tatum at a party. From afar it looks like they are flirting, but essentially reader only gets along with Tatum because she reminds her of Leighton. Requested by 🫀 (I summarized the ask, but will share the full length one)

Summary: Leighton makes you go to a party straight from work. Apparently, everyone hates your shoes.

Pairings: Leighton Murray x Fem Reader

A/N: 🫀, I really hope this lives up to your request and you like it okay. I def went for something more fun and lighthearted than angsty. If you wanted a different vibe, please let me know and I'll do it all over again for you.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Also, will work on getting that master list post up shortly lol

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"Look behind you, but don't make it obvious." Whitney says, walking up to Leighton while she chatted with Kimberly

"What are you talking about? Look where?" She said kinda loudly and Whitney shushed her, knowing that Leighton's voice had the ability to cut through the noise of any party if she really wanted it to.

"Shush! I said don't make it obvious." She said quietly. "Look at the bar and check out who's talking to Y/N right now."

She whipped her head around, doing the exact opposite of not making it obvious. Kimberly giggled and Whitney didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

"Oh my gosh, Tatum!" Kimberly said innocently. "She's been killing it on the tennis team." She informs the group and Leighton looks at her weird.

Like the type of look that says 'don't tell me useless information.'

"Why is she talking to Y/N?" She stood on her tippy toes, watching the interaction with furrowed eyebrows.

"Tatum is gonna, like, eat her alive." Whitney points out, taking a sip of her drink.

"Should I say something? What do I do?" She stands flat on her feet again and looks to her friends.

"Did y'all see Y/N and Tatum at the bar?" Bela joins the group after returning from the bathroom, looking just as confused as the rest of them.

"Yes, we saw." Leighton practically hissed. "I'm figuring out a plan."

"Well, while you're doing that, Tatum is making your girl laugh." Bela points out, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip of her drink.

Leighton narrows her eyes, turning around again to see for herself.

"Tatum is not that fucking funny so I don't know why she would be laughing like that."

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You've been dragged to another party by Leighton. You don't even know how she knows this many people or this many social events happening.

What you do know? You didn't even get a chance to fully walk through the door when you came home from work tonight before she ran up to you all dressed up begging you to go to this party with her and her friends. Telling you that she really wanted to go, that she hates going to parties without you and just rambling on about how much she wanted you there.

You know it was most likely so you could play babysitter to her and her friends, but you honestly didn't mind it too much. Once she had about three drinks in her she would be clinging on to you the rest of the night and telling you how much she couldn't wait to be back home with you. You would be silly for ever wanting to miss out on that.

You did tell her that you weren't going to change out of your work outfit and she made a face immediately and said 'at least your shoes?'

Which, okay, it was a fair comment. They were just comfy gym shoes that you paid next to nothing for, but you had a long day at work and your feet were tired and the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortable for a party you didn't even want to go to.

You made the argument that the shoes stay on or you don't go and she folded easily, kissing your cheek in excitement.

So she dragged you to a frat house that you're almost certain you've never even heard of before actually. All the normal frat party goers were present, so clearly it was only you that wasn't well informed.

You had been going back and forth to the make shift bar all night, your poor tired feet begging to go the hell to bed already. You ignored them easily though, too eager and too happy to do anything that would please Leighton.

You were on your fourth trip to the bar tonight, getting drinks for Kimberly and Leighton this round. Fuck it, maybe even yourself.

The poor frat boy at the bar was swamped and doing his best. Clearly a freshman or a new pledge assigned to do the stressful task of managing the overwhelming job that is a bar at a college party.

But you had been there three times already tonight and he already knew you were going to be patient with him. He said he knew what you wanted and to just give him a second. He would apologize to you profusely every time you made eye contact while while he handling some other demanding frat boy that was yelling in his face. You would just wave him off politely and tell him you weren't in a rush.

Honestly, leaning against the bar wasn't feeling too bad for your feet either.

"Those shoes are atrocious." Came a voice from behind you.

You roll your eyes and turn around, making eye contact with some blonde you've never seen before.

"Trust me, I'm well aware." You say with a slight bite in your tone.

"Oh! So you do have some sort of taste then." She says with a condescending smile.

"I have enough taste to know that whatever the fuck tweed jacket you're wearing is better suited for the winter months. It's September and like eighty degrees. Aren't you a little warm?" You say, returning that condescending vibe.

She raises her eyebrow and nods, looking almost impressed.

"Okay, I'll admit, you've got me there. That still doesn't take away from the fact that your shoes? Hideous." She doubles down on offending your shoes and you throw your head back in laughter.

"They're totally designer, though." You nod and she looks at you curiously. "Oh yeah. Wál-Mart." You say, trying to make it sound French and clench your jaw to hold back a laugh. "Ever heard of her?" She looks at you still confused and you can tell she's going through a list of designers in her head. "Walmart. They're from Walmart."

"You're an ass." She laughs and gives you a playful shove. You laugh loudly at her reaction, throwing your head back. "You think you're so funny."

"I think I'm hilarious, actually." You chuckle again, dabbing under your eyes with the back of your index finger. She rolls her eyes at you, but you can tell she's holding back a smile.

"You're slightly comical at best."

"At best? I'm slightly comical at my worst. Get outta here. At best, psh."

"Well aren't you cocky?" She crossed her arms, looking you up and down.

"Says the person who insulted a random stranger for no reason."

"I did have a reason. I hate your shoes." You laugh and shake your head.

"You and everyone else in my life apparently. I am so sorry for offending you. Let me go chop my feet off right now." You say sarcastically and she laughs.

"No need to be dramatic. Buying new shoes would suffice. Those are shoes my grandfather would wear. Very...geriatric."

"Geriatric?!" You say in disbelief. "Honestly, that feels more offensive than anything. Jesus Christ." You chuckle, still a little in shock about that insult she threw your way.

"I mean...if she shoe fits." She sucked in her top lip to hold back a laugh. You busted out laughing and she followed suit, laughing with you.

"That was a good one, I'll give it to you."

"Good enough to get you to help me secure a drink from this monstrosity of a bar situation." She says sweetly with a smile.

"No," you shake your head. "Absolutely not." You chuckle. "It was nice to meet you though...?"

"Tatum."

"It was nice meeting you, Tatum." You feel a tap on your shoulder and the kid at the bar is handing you four drinks, which you only needed three but in his defense you had been getting four like all night. You technically had an extra drink to spare that you could've given her, but why would you do that when you could feel Leighton's eyes burning into you from across the room. You also just did not want to. You turn and grab the cups carefully, holding two in each hand.

"Got a lot friends?" She asks curiously when she sees your full hands.

"And a girlfriend that likes to fight." You say as an attempt to warn her. "Have good rest of your night." You give her a friendly smile before pushing past her, careful to not spill the drinks and leaving her to fend her herself at the bar.

You slowly dance your way back to the group. You stop immediately, looking confused when the four of them just stare at you silently. Your eyes bounce between all of them, waiting for someone to say something. You were just about to open your mouth when Leighton opens hers.

"What the fuck was that?" She asks harshly and it kinda catches you off guard.

"What do you mean? I got drinks?" You hold up the four drinks confused. The four of them each take a drink from your hand and even though one of those drinks were intended to be for you, you've now been left drink-less and slightly disappointed.

"With Tatum!" She blurts out and you cock your head to the side.

"You know Tatum?" You ask, and you can see Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly all have a visceral reaction to your question.

"We may have possibly kinda dated, but this isn't about me right now." She rushed out. "You just seemed awfully giggly with her."

"She was kind of an ass honestly. She called my shoes atrocious." You could see Leighton raise her eyebrows and tilt her head in a silent agreement.

"It just seemed like a lot of talking for someone that called your shoes repulsive."

"Atrocious, jeez." You correct.

"Same thing." She waves off your correction. "What did you say back to her."

"Well, I told her I knew they were ugly and she said something about how I do have some taste. So I made a comment about her jacket being out of season just to prove it." She looked over your shoulder, taking a glance at Tatum who was still waiting at the bar.

"Damn, you're actually right. I've trained you well."

"I told you I listen to you when you talk." You shake your head at her. "She then asked me to help get her a drink from the bar. Obviously, I did not." You say, gesturing over to her still waiting. "She reminded me of you a little bit, honestly. I think that's why I was having fun bickering with her."

"Ew, don't say that. I am not like her." She looked offended, her top lip twitching.

"Right, sure." You say sarcastically, just agreeing to appease her. "Remind me again what you think of my shoes tonight?" She glared at you, her right eye twitching slightly.

"I...love them." She said, her tone of voiced sounding everything but truthful.

"See, I'm so glad you said that! I was thinking of getting another pair." You tease.

"Okay, let's not get out of hand here. You look like you went shopping in my dad's closet."

"Funny you say that also, actually. Tatum said my shoes gave off a similar vibe. She called them 'geriatric'."

"Well..."

"I'm so sick of both of you!" You tease, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to you.

Very obviously not sick of her at all.

She leaned into you, sipping her drink.

"Babe?" You ask softly.

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean when you said you 'kinda' dated Tatum?"

"I can't hear you! The music is like really loud all of a sudden." She shouts slightly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at her.

You pull her against you tightly and press a string of loud and obnoxious kisses against her cheek, making her laugh and scrunch her shoulders up.

"You're a pain in my ass. You hear that over the music?" You tease and she smiles at you, her hand resting against your stomach.

"Now that I heard loud and fucking clear."

[tiredistic]

Janis getting caught touching herself? 🫦 This was circling my mind but couldn't execute it

"Messages"

pairing: Regina x Janis + Damian mentioned

content warning(s): Smut, slight mirror play, sexting kinda, fluff at the end

summary: Regina and Janishad been texting all day, Janis has to get it out and Regina catches her. (also like Regina plays Tennis for the plot)

a/n: Thank you for trusting me with this 🫡, hope I did this justice lol, thank you so much for the ask, this was fun to write.

Janis was 20 minutes into class, but it felt like hours.

Every sound in the room started to piss her off. The clock ticking, pencils scratching, Damian chatting her ear off, even her own fingers tapping on her desk annoyed her.

Every second away from Regina felt like hell.

All day Regina had been sending spicy texts and images. Janis was sent various locker selfies, sneaky up the skirt pics, and even ass shots.

Normally, this would be heaven for Janis, her special treat to get through the day. But all it did was make the day harder.

She has been pent up all day with no avail. It would help just to get a glimpse of the girl, maybe a kiss. But Janis didn't see Regina all day- She needed to see Regina.

Her phone dinged once again, she picked up the phone checking the notification. It was a attached image from Regina.

Janis let out a shaky breath before looking around for any wandering eyes. She was in the back of the class so she could open it safely.

The picture was everything Janis needed to send her right over the edge.

It was Regina in her small slutty tennis attire, with her shirt hitched up just enough to show off her tits, as she held up her skirt with her free hand, revealing her brand new rhinestone thong.

Regina stared at the camera acting all innocent, but behind those pretty eyes was a trap, and Janis fell right in.

"Yes, Imi'ike?" The teacher asked, noticing Janis's raised hand.

"May I be excused?" Janis hesitated, for a second wondering if all of this was worth missing the study hall. But then she remembered the thong.

"Are you sure we're in the middle of-"

"I really have to go, thanks" Janis smiled, grabbing her phone and rushing out of the room.

With speed she made it down to a private bathroom. It was one Regina and Janis frequently hooked up in. Everyone knew not to go in it, well all exept some stray new kids.

She swinged open the door, she was so blinded by horniness that she carelessly forgot to lock it.

She pealed her jacket off, throwing It to the side as she slid down the wall.

She unbuttoned her pants pulling them down to her ankles, wasting no time to start rubbing herself through her panties.

She was already so wet, it was so embarrassing. Regina wasn't even there, yet she got aroused from her pictures alone.

"fuck.." she gasped rather quietly, she opened her phone once again, looking at Regina's perfect curves.

She closed her eyes, her hand slipping under her waistband. Her mind wandering,

She thought of Regina fucking her crazy. Harshly, aggressively, everything Janis likes- everything Janis wanted.

She imagined if it was Regina fucking her, she wasted no time thrusting her fingers inside of herself, at a merciless pase just like Regina would do.

"You like that?"

"Mmhmm, harder-" Janis moaned, her legs twitching ever so slightly.

"Answer my question, bitch"

"I like it Regina, holy fuck"

"You seem so pent up baby, what happened?"

"I've been saving my pussy for you- only for you Regina"

"Who's whore are you?"

"I'm your whore- your slut fuck- just fuck me harder-" Janis's fingers sped up as her hips bucked, the corners of her eyes teared, her mouth gaping open.

"How bad do you want me?"

"I need you so bad baby!"

"Come for me then"

And Janis did, her body tembled as she drowned her fingers in her come. Her eyes glossed, and her head slumped against the wall.

Her fingers lazily pumped inside herself as she rode out her high, whimpers falling from her mouth as she pictured Regina- Regina in that sexy outfit.

She glanced at her phone, that selfie catching her eye- her favorite picture.

"Fuck Regina you really know how to drive me crazy."

Janis rubbed her clit slowly, her eyes taking in every single detail in the image from the barely noticeable sweat that covered Regina, to the hickey Janis left on her a few nights prior.

"I really need you Regina holy fuck... please fuck me." Janis whined.

Janis was so lost in the moment, she didn't even notice how a certain blonde was standing in her presence.

"I thought you would have had more self control" Regina laughed, looking down at Janis.

"R-Regina!" Janis gasped, panic painted her face as she desperately hurried to cover herself.

She dropped her phone in the process and in a horrible attempt to get it back, it slid right to Regina's feet.

"Just what do we have here" Regina asked in a mocked shocked expression. She picked up the phone and to no surprise it was the image.

"Oh my gosh are you actually getting off to these? She waved it in Janis's face, teasing her.

"Whst are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that question"

Regina kneeled down, grabbing Janis's jaw harshly, her eyes filled with lust and her expression was hungry.

"You knew what you were doing when you sent those explicit selfies to me."

"Did I?" Regina scoffed, pulling Janis to her feet, pushing and holding her on the wall.

Janis winced at the contact, her cheek pushed against the cold bathroom tile.

"Just look at yourself," Regina turned Janis's face towards the mirror next to them. The view was perfect.

"Shut up Regina.. please"

"Just what did you think would happen if it was somebody else who found you In here? Hm?"

"I- I dunno-"

"What about the hallway? What if somebody else heard you moaning my name? Huh bitch?" Regina seethed, her hands going in to roughly play with Janis's clit.

"Fuckkk... Regina please.."

"Isn't this what you want? You want me to fuck you here in this bathroom?"

Janis let out a guttural moan, her head rested on the wall as she allowed herself to get fucked dumb.

Regina's fingers roughly handled Janis's hole, wet sounds filled the bathroom, boucing off the walls.

"You like that baby?" Regina asked a sly smirk glued on her face.

"Mhmmm.. I love it-" Janis gasped out her chest rising and sinking rapidly.

"You gonna come?" Regina leaned into Janis's ear, already knowing the answer.

Janis nodded, moaning at feeling Regina's fingers thrusting deep inside of her.

"C'mon baby girl use your words.." Regina sighed pushing Janis up to the sink and bending her over on it.

Janis was face to face with herself. She watched herself get fucked by her girlfriend who stared at her through the mirror.

"Eyes on yourself baby. Just look at how submissive you are for me."

Regina slipped 3 fingers into the girl's soaking cunt. Her other hand aided in pulling her own skirt down, showing off that thong.

Janis's eyes went wide, as she smiled while she was shaking on the sink. Regina's hand went to grab Janis's hair pulling the girls slumping head back ever so slightly.

Regina grinned at the sight, she threw her head back as she fought off her own orgasm.

"Janis your such a pretty girl, I love pretty girls.." Regina groaned, blush covered her face.

"Mm gonna come-"

"Do it."

With that Janis's legs buckled, her body trembled while she coated Regina's fingers.

Janis rode out her high, slumping down on the sink, her hips looking for any friction on the girls stilled fingers.

Regina slowly pulled out from the girl, making sure to hold her up so she wouldn't fall over.

"So good for me baby girl." Regina whispered she licked her fingers not breaking eye contact for a second.

Regina then moved to clean Janis up. She picked up Janis's clothes, cleaning her up with the towels and clothing her gently.

"Janis baby, what class where you in before this?" Regina asked scoping the halls.

"English?"

"Alright stay here I'll be back."

Regina jogged over to where Janis's class was, sliding in and spotting the girls desk imminently.

"Regina! Just what are you doing here?" Damian teased his tone was low as he covered his mouth in a mock shocked expression.

"Shut up. Is this all of Janis's stuff?" Regina whispered trying her best to stay out of the teachers view.

"Every last thing."

Regina grabbed Janis's bag, her work and her various fidget toys on her desk, she sneaked back out then made her way back to Janis.

"Oh hey Gina." Janis smiled, she was still glowing from her prior orgasm.

"Not too loud jeez" Regina smiled, leading her towards thr exit and to her car.

"Wait- regina the school day isn't even over.." Janis wonderd.

"It is now."

They got into Regina's car, and she drove them to her house.

She carried Janis to her room where they cuddled.

"So... are you going to wear it more often?" Janis sleepily asked, her hands playing with Regina's palm.

"Wear what?"

"Y'know.. the thing.."

"My rhinestone thong?" Regina giggled, to which Janis nodded.

"You really like it?"

"Yeah it's super sexy..." Janis sighed, her finger tracing Regina's body.

"Please Janis don't get me started again." Regina sighed tiredly, she just wanted to lay in Janis's arms and sleep.

"Why not? You didn't even come earlier.."

"How are you not sure I didn't come watching you fantasize about me while you were getting off?"

"Wait you came from that?"Janis sat up slightly, she'd ask again on what she meant but Regina was already sleeping.

[btsqualityy]

Y.O.U (Years of Us), Chapter 9: Shit On Jimin Day

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook play tennis, and Jimin makes a (not so) surprising discovery.

Warnings: Brief mentions of addiction and rehab visits.

WC: 1.3K

Author's Note: I'm posting this on Christmas so happy holidays to all that celebrate! And for those who don't, happy Wednesday!

Song Of The Chapter: Charlie Puth- How Long

"You know, I don't know what the fucking problem is," Jimin grunted as he used his tennis racket to smack the ball across the court to Jungkook. The two of them were having their tennis session that they tried to do at least once a month, as a way to both diversify their workouts and also catch up with each other. "She's not pregnant yet."

"Could we not talk about this right now?" Jungkook requested as he returned the ball and Jimin couldn't help but to smile at how winded Jungkook sounded. They did have to skip the last few tennis sessions because of their conflicting schedules so it wasn't surprising. "I'm trying to fucking beat you here, not worry about why your wife that you don't even wanna be with isn't pregnant yet."

"I do wanna be with her," Jimin rebutted. "And I'm serious about this, Jungkookie. Maybe there's something wrong."

"Maybe she's still on birth control," Jungkook pointed out and Jimin froze at that, causing the ball to fly right past him.

"What?" He huffed, setting his hands on his hips. "Why would you say that?"

"I mean, come on hyung," Jungkook sighed. "Just a month ago, the woman was very adamant about not having kids with you. Now, all of a sudden, she wants to have your baby?"

"People change their minds all the time."

"But she does it after she meets Kamaria and before she's able to notice that you weren't wearing your ring?" Jungkook reminded him. "To me, sounds like someone was a little threatened and I mean, who wouldn't be? Even a blind person can see the way you and Kamaria look at each other."

"Please, don't even bring up the ring thing," Jimin scoffed, walking away to pick up the tennis ball. "She chewed me the fuck out for that."

"Not surprising," Jungkook snickered. "You only cheated on her with your ex-girlfriend."

"I know," Jimin murmured as he walked up to the net where Jungkook was already standing.

"So like I said, maybe she's on birth control until she feels like she can trust you," Jungkook said.

"Should she even be trying to have a baby with someone that she doesn't trust though?"

"Should you be married to someone that you don't love?" Jungkook shot back and Jimin just looked at him before nodding.

"Touche."

"Speaking of though, have you talked to Kamaria lately?" Jungkook questioned and Jimin shook his head.

"Nope. She told me to have a nice life and we haven't talked since," he reported. "And that was, two or so weeks ago."

"Don't blame her for that," Jungkook shrugged. "I still can't believe she was even able to talk to you with a straight face. You going off and marrying Hye-ja was such a fucked up thing to do."

"Yes, I know Jungkookie."

"If I were her, I would've kicked your ass for it."

"Again, I know that, Jungkookie," Jimin chuckled. "But you have to remember, she's the one that left me. Not the other way around."

"And if you remember, she was well within her rights," Jungkook replied. "And again, if I were her, I would've left your ass sooner than she did."

"What is this, 'shit on Jimin just because you can't beat him in tennis' day?" Jimin wondered, making Jungkook laugh out loud.

"Maybe," he smirked. "You know, since I'm already annoying you, I might as well tell you this. You know she was seen out and about with Taemin the other day, right?"

"Hmm, really?" Jimin murmured, trying to seem as if it were news to him when it really wasn't. Jimin had seen the paparazzi photos of the two of them outside of Harbour, with Taemin holding Kamaria's hand. It definitely didn't piss him off or anything, though. At least, not that much.

"Didn't the two of them have a thing a few years back?" Jungkook wondered. "While we were in the military?"

"Hmm no, I don't recall that," Jimin shook his head and Jungkook smirked, knowing that his hyung was lying through his teeth.

"Well, in any case, they looked good together and most of twitter seems to agree," he told Jimin. "And most of Korea too, but that's neither here nor there."

"Stop fucking with me and just playing the god damn game," Jimin said as he threw the tennis ball at Jungkook, who caught it easily while laughing loudly.

"You know, if you're sick of talking to me about your problems, the hyungs give out much better advice than I do," Jungkook announced. "Why don't you just apologize to them?"

"And have to admit to my multiple wrongdoings?" Jimin huffed. "No thanks."

"They'd understand though," he replied. "They know now that it wasn't you talking, it was the pills and they'd understand."

"I had a hard enough time admitting to my bullshit with Kamaria after I got out of rehab," Jimin sighed. "I'm really not a fan of having to do the whole 'Forget everything I said because I was high out of my mind most of the time' conversation six more times."

"Rehab can help addiction but not egos, huh?"

"Unfortunately not," Jimin shook his head. "Your serve."

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"Hye?" Jimin called out after he had walked into his house and toed his shoes off of his feet. He had noticed a few pairs of her heels near the door so he had hoped that she would be home and they'd be able to spend some time together.

"Jiminie?" Minhye smiled as she met him in the large hallway that connected the front door to the rest of the house.

"Hi Minhye," Jimin chuckled, leaning down and hugging her firmly. Minhye was a little 55 year old woman who worked for Jimin as his housekeeper. However, the longer that she was with him, the less work she seemed to do but Jimin didn't mind at all. She took good care of him, even when he was in the depths of his addiction, and he felt like he owed her so much.

"I wasn't expecting you to still be here," Jimin said as he pulled back from the hug.

"I'm picking up the grands today and their school is closer to here than my house so I thought I'd stick around for a little longer than usual," she explained. "I heard you calling for Hye-ja though, and she's not here."

"Do you know where she is?" He wondered. "She didn't call or text me to let me know."

"No idea, didn't ask."

"Minhye," Jimin admonished, even though he had a small smile on his face. It was no secret that Minhye did not like Hye-ja and though Hye-ja often tried to pretend otherwise, Jimin was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual.

"I'm not saying anything that I haven't already said to you," Minhye replied as she held her hands up in mock surrender. "The mail is on the kitchen counter for you and I've already made your dinner. All you have to do is heat it."

"Thank you," he told her, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek which made her smile widely. "Say hi to Haneul and Hei for me."

"Will do," Minhye smiled, fixing her purse on her arm before walking down the hallway and out the door. Jimin walked into the kitchen, grabbing the stack of mail off the counter and lazily glancing over them. As he did so, he noticed that one envelope was considerably thicker than the rest of them so when he pulled it out of the stack and held it on its own after putting the rest of the mail next to him, he saw that it was addressed to Hye-ja.

Admittedly, Jimin didn't know what he was expecting when he decided to open the envelope but nothing could've prepared him for the small white package that had been encased in the envelope.

Birth control pills.

"What the actual fuck?" Jimin muttered to himself.

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Tag List: @dunixxd @namaslaylife @shabbamadapot  @canarystwin @moonstar127 @danceyreagan

[changingplumbob]

CW: Low level sim spice, language - Guide to content warnings

Sun poured in the windows and on to the bed. Glenn loved being outside but a nice sun ray inside could be good to. While he was playing absentmindedly with a tennis ball Silver lay beside him scribbling away.

They had officially been courting for a year and while Glenn thought asking Silver to get a place of their own would result in a great woohoo session it had instead resulted in the werewolf deciding to make a pros and cons list about every single neighbourhood he'd ever visited.

That left Glenn horny and bored, not a great combo.

Glenn: Are you done yet

Silver: If by done you mean all the places that start with A then yes

Glenn: You can't have actually been to that many places

Silver: I'm ancient remember, I've been lots of places

Glenn: True. It must be a lot when you're 207

Silver: I wouldn't know because I'm not 207

Glenn: *sighs* But I want to fuck

Silver: And I want to make sure we don't move somewhere in hunter territory. Which of those things is more important

Glenn: Definitely my pixel parts

Silver: I thought you were practicing making the ball hover

Glenn: I was like... three hours ago

Silver: *smirking* Dramatic much Babycakes

Glenn: You know you like me dramatic

Silver: I do but I'm trying to focus on our future

Glenn: All I need is you, four walls, a roof and a dragon

Silver: Excuse me?

Glenn: I could be argued down to three walls

Silver: I meant the dragon

Glenn: Oh. Would you not want a dragon

Silver: Can't say I've ever seen a dragon. Kind of thought they were a myth

Glenn: Says the werewolf who is in love with a spellcaster

Silver: If they are real something tells me they don't make great house pets

Glenn: I mean yeah, the bigger ones couldn't even get inside a house

Silver: See

Glenn: But there are smaller ones

Silver: How does one get a dragon? They're not trafficked are they

Glenn: I mean magical creatures sometimes are but there are legitimate channels for the domesticated ones

Silver: If you tell me there's a dragon rescue down the road-

Glenn: Not down the road but- Would you let me have a dragon

Silver: Not in our bedroom

Glenn: So that's a maybe for in the house

Silver: I don't know. How are they with kids

Glenn: Some breeds are great, super protective of them

Silver: Okay well what I don't need is one breathing fire at me if I tell a kid off for making a mess

Glenn: No I know, I wouldn't let you get burned Beefcake

Silver: I can't get burned

Glenn: That's what I'm saying

Silver: Yes and I'm saying werewolves can't get burned. My clothes could get incinerated but not me

Glenn: Wait really

Silver: I mean technically I could get burned with wolfsbane but I couldn't be set on fire or anything

Glenn: Damn, wish that was the case for spellcasters

Silver: You are rather delicate

Glenn: Just like my flowers. Are you done now?

Silver: Is it Brind- e- l - ton or Brind -l - e - ton?

Glenn: We are not moving there are we

Silver: Don't know, haven't done the pros and cons list yet because someone keeps distracting me

Glenn: With my good looks

Silver: With your big mouth

Glenn: Hey! My big mouth happens to be of great use to you

Silver: Only when you've spent the day being a brat

Glenn: Well we need to be somewhere where we can adopt a kid

Silver: You say that as if I don't know

Glenn: Do you want a spellcaster or a werewolf

Silver: I don't know. I mean I do miss seeing the young wolves in the pack

Glenn: Do baby werewolves like chew on the furniture

Silver: What are you doing to my hair

Glenn: Nothing, just hold still. Going to answer my question?

Silver: Don't all kids destroy furniture in one way or another

Glenn: True but I mean there's accidentally starting fires then there's teeth marks

Silver: Baby spellcasters start fires?

Glenn: I mean when we're young we kind of have access to a bunch of powers we don't know how to use so stuff can happen that we don't know how to undo

Silver: Don't know how to undo? Such as?

Glenn: Well my trademark green hair? Not intentional

Silver: Bullshit, you're trying to mess with me

Glenn: Because I want your attention

Silver: But wouldn't my attention be so much better in a house of our own

Glenn: Fair. Okay hold still I'm going to get a picture

Silver sighed and tipped his head forward so the ball fell off and rolled away on the floor.

Glenn: Aww, you looked cute

Silver: Don't I always

Glenn: Nah. You're the hot rugged sexy one and I'm the squishy cute one. Well, squishy cute with abs

Previous ... Next

[sunflower-salt]

WOE! Brothers of Destruction headcanons be upon ye

My wasn't even born until the end of the '90s but damned if I'm not still livin' in 'em ass—

There's a nine-year age difference between them. Taker was born March 24, 1965; Kane was born November 1, 1974. Kane, pointing at a picture of a dinosaur: Is this you? Taker, pointing at a picture of a baby: Is this you?

Taker is afraid of fire, but Kane is not.

Kane only refers to Taker as "Mark" when he's being really serious and earnest.

They're psychically connected. On the night of Kane's debut, as they were standing toe to toe in the ring, Taker reached out telepathically and touched Kane's mind, wanting to see if the thing in the red mask really was his little brother, and an unbreakable bond was instantaneously formed between them as their minds just... sort of... latched on to each other. They're literally always aware of each other, though as the years have gone by, they've gotten used to not being alone in their own heads and have learned to filter each other out until they actually need to communicate/get the sitrep on each other. They share emotions, physical sensations, and sometimes thoughts.

Kane is electrokinetic, just like Taker, but whereas calling down lightning comes very naturally to Taker, it's a struggle for Kane. He can only do it every once in a great while, and it takes up a lot of physical and mental energy. Fire, obviously, is more his element.

They're both bisexual. Kane more often experiences attraction to women while Taker more often experiences attraction to men.

They're two halves of a whole idiot, tbh. Individually they're both very intelligent, but put them together and they come up with the dumbest fucking ideas on the planet. Maximum brain cells when they're apart, one brain cell when they're together (and they're playing tennis with it).

Taker is a dog person, Kane is a cat person.

Kane is a very cautious driver. This annoys the hell out of Taker. Taker is a very reckless driver and tends to get a little too friendly with the gas pedal. This scares the hell out of Kane. Taker, 0.2 seconds after the light turns green: GREEN MEANS GO, BABY BROTHER. Kane: YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS!!!

Kane does not remember their mother. Taker both envies and pities him.

They basically take turns being mad at and then forgiving Paul for all the shit he put them through. In general, Kane is more forgiving of Paul than Taker is, which is interesting because a good deal of Taker's anger at Paul comes from the shit Paul did to Kane.

They have different ways of expressing brotherly affection. Taker is physically affectionate but emotionally constipated; Kane is verbally affectionate but touch-averse. This leads to silliness like Kane just casually dropping an "I love you" into the conversation and Taker doing the verbal equivalent of a keysmash as he tries to figure out how to respond in a way that saves face/preserves his reputation before ultimately just giving Kane a flustered Headbutt of Love.

They give each other Headbutts of Love a lot, actually. In lieu of hugging, which Kane usually dislikes, they'll gently knock their foreheads/temples together. They do it as a way of expressing affection as well as to cheer each other up.

They need each other like they need air, whether they're fighting or friends.

They each prioritize their relationship with the other over all other relationships in their lives—again, whether they're fighting or friends. This has caused problems with their romantic partners. Girlfriend/boyfriend: I swear, it's like you care about your brother more than you care about me! Taker/Kane: Um... duh?? Why wouldn't I??? They genuinely just Do Not see the issue.

Kane has a lot of phobias, most of them relating to his childhood trauma. Hospitals, doctors, needles, baths, enclosed spaces... He also tends to freak out at the sound of raised voices and slamming doors.

Kane is autistic. Thank you, good night.

Kane is honestly "looks like he would kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll." Taker is "looks like he would kill you, would actually kill you."

Taker is the mean sibling, but Kane is the petty sibling.

Taker is technologically illiterate. Man can barely open his email. Kane does not get paid enough to put up with it.

Taker doesn't get paid enough to put up with Kane's shenanigans. Kane is the mischievous little brother and he absolutely delights in his role. Taker: Every time you pull off some bullshit, another one of my hairs goes gray. Kane: False. Redheads don't go gray. Taker: Which should tell you just how up to here I've had it with your bullshit, Kane. Your bullshit is so heinous it breaks the laws of nature. Kane: Big deal. We do that every day. Taker: *the longest, deepest, weariest sigh you've ever heard in your entire life*

Kane has food insecurity, which comes from a solid decade of not being fed regularly by Paul in the basement.

Everyone knows Kane is traumatized, but few people realize Taker is just as traumatized, albeit in his own way. Kane's trauma is more obvious, manifesting often enough as panic attacks and crying fits that most people can take a look at his rage fits and recognize them as yet more panic attacks. Taker's trauma, however, manifests as outbursts of rage 100% of the time, which a lot of people write off as either mere temper tantrums or an expression of masculinity. But Taker has nightmares just like Kane does, and half the time, his rages are actually anxiety that he's expressing in a way that makes him feel more powerful than just admitting he's scared.

Taker is capable of dying, but he's not capable of staying dead. Kane, I think, just straight-up can't die. I think. My headcanon for his mortality (or lack thereof) is still kind of fuzzy...

You mess with one, you get the other—even when they're mortal enemies.

[callsignfate]

Valeria Garza HC.s Pt. 2

(Random HC's again, no particular order, mainly relationship, I would say.)

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

♤ This woman wears boxers. She's wears them 2 ways. She wears tighter ones under her clothes as underwear obviously, and secondly, she will wear looser ones for shorts with nothing under them like they are shorts but going commando.

♤ If she likes you she is less quick to anger when and if you are doing something stupid. If she doesn't like you, she will yell or scream at you so easily. She has a TEMPER.

♤ She is 100% the person to watch you fall or trip and laugh at you. You do it in a funny way to and she will buckle over with her hands on her knees and point at you and laugh hysterically. If she really cares about you she will help you up after she's done laughing.

♤ Will swear at you in Spanish if she's putting bandaids on you, lecturing you for falling or doing whatever got you hurt. She cares but she's frustrated about it.

♤ This is probably obvious but she SWEARS. Under her breath, out loud, Spanish, English, anything. Frustrated? Swearing. Laughing at you? She will call you a 'fucking idiot' in the most loving way possible.

♤ Does she drink? Yes. She drinks anything she likes straight over ice. She 100% believes that's the only way to drink. She won't tell make fun of the way other people drink unless they start it.

♤ She doesn't play games, but if you sit next to her she will look over your shoulder to watch you while she asks a million questions about what you are doing and the game. Once she gets it though? She will start telling you what to do and where to go. "NO NO go LEFT."

♤ Valeria is somehow effortlessly good at most things. You wanna try tennis? She's wearing her normal clothes and will best your ass in it without breaking a sweat. Has she played tennis before? No. But she beat your ass.

♤ She doesn't wear hugely feminine clothes. Dresses? No. Skirts? Fuck no. The most feminine thing she owns are bras and they are bland. Skin color or black that's IT.

♤ She is confident and secure with herself. I mean why shouldn't she be? Every woman and man she's ever wanted she got. She's good at flirting and she's beautiful and she knows it.

♤ Valeria isn't an animal person, I don't see her liking cats because they remind her too much of her own stubborn self. Dogs? To dependent on her for attention, she's too busy to train and deal with a dog or a cat.

♤ She loves cold and foggy days, finds them more beautiful then hot sunny days. She loves traveling to somewhere where the whole place is trees with brightly colored leaves. She likes summer don't get me wrong, but she loves the look of fall.

♤ She has a love hate relationship with beaches, loves laying in the sun, hates sand. She hates sand with a passion.

♤ Valeria has issues with arguing, like she has been in relationships before and they all turned out terribly in different ways. She hates arguing but she also is stubborn and struggles to see things not in her own view. She will try to change this but sometimes she's trying her best and she just wants to keep you safe.

♤ Valeria is a slight heath nut, I'm not saying she's vegan or anything but she 1000% makes sure to eat greens. She does drink hot coffee, sodas, energy drinks, ect. She also drinks water bottles with the little single packets of electrolyte mix in them.

♤ I feel like Valeria may own a cartel and houses, cars, etc. To run said cartel, but she barely owns anything herself. Where she lives? Decorated with fake plants to make it feel lived in but no personal things she collects. She has a beautiful place to live, but it feels like a showhouse, clean and decorated nicely, but after that, it's just how she had someone else decorate it for her.

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

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I need Danish Gremlin Lars headcanons so bad right now plsssss

Hi!!! first of all, I'm sorry it took a little while, hope you enjoy!! <3 and again, thanks for asking!

Loves it when you play with his hands! we all know this man has incredible hands, esp with all that tape around his fingers, lord have mercy.

Would absolutely love to teach you to play the drums

He WOULD tease you with his drumsticks, i fucking know it, this man is a kinky mf.

Like, he would slide one over the inside of your thigh and the other one over your neck and breasts. 

THE TAPE AROUND HIS FINGERS STAYS ON!!! (need i say more)

He’d whisper sweet things to you in Danish, whenever he’s proud of you or when he tells you he loves you. 

ALSO, during sex???? and he’d go all crazy cus it all just feels so, so good???

I feel like he’s quite dominant, maybe in his early years (‘81-‘84) he’d be a little bendable (not literally, but who knows?). But, in the 90’s he’d be FERAL.

Like I said earlier, I feel like he’s a kinky mf. Exhibitionism, he likes to get freaky in public. He loves getting praised, he wants to hear how good he is at something. Pleasing you, playing drums, cooking, mowing the fucking lawn. He doesn’t mind, please fulfill his ego.

Small dick, but the energy is BIG.

Has stamina for DAYZZZZ!!!

He would fuck you on his drumset, i can just imagine him eating you out and hitting the kickdrum while doing so. (IM SORRY I HAD TO)

I feel like early 80’s Lars is a real sweetheart, maybe still a little shy but definitely runs his mouth. 90’s Lars has no fucking filter, he’s cocky, arrogant, gets whatever he wants and takes whatever he wants. 

Loves to just be around you, showing you he’s here. You’d watch him and the boys rehearse and he would squeeze your hand or your thigh, flashing you small smiles and giving you kisses here and there. 

“You still with us, darling?” He squeezes your thigh, smiling with those adorable dimples of his. 

"Hm?" You dozed off a little, but his fingers sliding to the inside of your thigh keep you very awake. 

“Are you enjoying watching us, babe?” Lars grins.

“Oh, yeah.” You nod. “You’re doing great, baby.” 

“You think so?” He smirks proudly, his fingers tracing circles over your soft skin. “You like watching me play?” 

“Mhm.” You hum and smile down at his hand. Already knowing what you two will be doing later. 

He would take you to Denmark, showing you his hometown and places he went to as a kid. His childhood home (which is now a fertility clinic I believe, lol) and his school, where he played tennis as a boy. 

He loves art so he would take you on little museum trips and years later to these auctions where he would sell the pieces from his home for millions of dollars, (SKOM docu).

Loves bragging to people about you. “My girl is great, she’s the prettiest woman i know.” and "Well, my girl loves playing the drums with me." <3

You know those bandanas he wore in the 80’s? Yeah, tying your wrists up with them or putting it in your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loud <3.

He is a little fruity tho. (so threesome with Kirk maybe? yes/no?)

Load/Reload era, this man wore some heavy eyeliner. I can see him asking you for a little help.

He’s in the bathroom, trying to figure out what the fuck to do here.

“Babe, could you help me out here?” He holds up the pencil and gives you puppy dog eyes. 

“With what, baby?” you walk into the bathroom and look at him, slight confusion written over your face. “Is that my eyeliner?” 

“It’s for the new album!” He protests. “We got a new look, ya know?”

“What, cutting your hair wasn’t enough?” You tease him and sit on the sink counter. 

You take the eyeliner from his hands and pull him closer by his shirt, you wrap your legs around his waist and make him look at you by holding his chin. 

“Okay, close your eyes.” 

He obliges and you softly apply the liner just above his lash line. He squints a little and breathes out through his nose. 

“Don’t move, baby.” You scold him. 

“Sorry, It feels a little weird.” a wide smile spreads on his face. 

“Look up for me.” 

He does what he tells you, looking at you before he looks up entirely. You apply some under his waterline, smudging the edges gently with your fingers. 

“All done, babe.” You kiss his lips softly. 

He smiles into the kiss and murmurs a “thank you” against your lips. He checks himself out in the mirror behind you and grins. 

“Wow, I look sexy!” 

“Larzy Poo” - James Hetfield, 2023

[whoiwanttoday]

When I was a child, among the many ways the world was weird is how many cartoons were based on things that were not for children. Now, you could argue this set up a long cultural downward trend because those children grew up thinking everything should be for them and now instead we take things meant for children and make them for adults and as much as I love Optimus Prime with my entire being I am not sure this is a good thing for any of us. Do I like having a very expensive version of a childhood hero that I can turn into a truck and then back? Yes. Would I give that up for a better world? Yeah. All that said, this is getting dark it isn't really the point of this because when I was thinking about the fact that there were Alien action figures meant for children or a Rambo cartoon (which is wild if you actually watch Rambo it's a touching movie about PTSD and a suicidal man who can't deal with life after war) and I tried to think of what would be the funniest, most ill advised movie of this current era to turn into a kid's cartoon and make action figure for. The struggle is there are far fewer movies that are just for adults rather than you know… movies meant for the "whole family" but of course that means man children and their actual children I guess (guys, I am pretty negative on men at the moment. If this triggers you I'm not really sorry, you know what you did, I have seen the demographics, it's unacceptable). Anyway, after some thought and a little time on Oppenheimer I instead decided the answer is Challengers. Every time I tried to imagine it as a kid's cartoon it made me laugh but I think it would work as your basic Scooby Doo knock off. If you don't know, the 70's were littered with those, a group of young people of ill defined age who need an excuse to travel around the country so every week they are in a different location for a new adventure. Sometimes they race dune buggies, sometimes they are a rock band, sometimes they have a talking shark or a ghost of a founding father. Either way, it's baked in, they travel from place to place to play tennis and most of it would be about who is going to win the big match and I assume subtext about how they want to fuck and will they fuck. You might say that's a bit much for a children's cartoon but RoboCop was a cartoon and that's all about a dystopian future run by corporations where life is meaningless and they are looking to make workers with human brains and no rights. Anyway, that's why Zendaya is here cause of Challengers. She wouldn't voice herself in the cartoon, she's too famous for that but there is no cartoon yet so she's here. Today I want to fuck Zendaya.

[wizardempires]

re: your challengers playlist!

are you thinking of hot and heavy from Patrick's perspective?? coz i love that song sm but when i was listening to your playlist it was the first time i like listened to the lyrics and thought about challengers and patrick specifically and it was melting my brain woooooow

OKAY. this is amazing. thank you for actually reaching out i'm giggling and kicking my feet

short answer: YES!!!!!

long answer: yes. ↓

like obviously right from the beginning the "couldn't look away even if i wanted / try to walk away but i come back to the start" is the new rochelle challenger, seeing tashi in the lobby and art across the tennis court and everything from the past 13 years just floods back to him. i have more to say abt this chorus trust but i'll circle back.

to me, the next verse is after tashi tears her ACL and patrick comes just to see her with art: "how could i deny a diamond in the rough? /... how did i believe i had a hold on you? / you were always stronger than people suspected / underestimated and overprotected", which i interpreted as directed towards art saying like how could you do this to me? i didn't think you had it in you. but also even a little bit of a snarky dig about how, like, yeah. i didn't think you fucking had it in you. which is SO patrick. maybe even a little bit about art's tennis ability, how patrick knows he's always been a little bit better than him and feels like rubbing it in his face just to be a bitch.

this is followed by "when i went away, it was the only option / couldn't trust myself to proceed with caution / the most that i could give to you is nothing at all / the best that i could offer was to miss your calls". of course patrick is angry after all this, his girlfriend so publicly breaking up with him and even WORSE the betrayal of his best friend!! so when they call, he doesn't answer (at the very least, art calls. tashi might be too stubborn). he can't trust himself not to lash out so he leaves, and eventually they just stop chasing him.

then back at the chorus again. "being back here makes me hot in the face / hot blood in my pulsing veins / heavy memories weighing on my brain"—again: the new rochelle challenger !!! though patrick has not Literally been here before, it's the same situation as in 2006, playing for tashi's number. he's hot in the face because like yeah they're all smokeshows WE KNOW THIS but he is also pissed the hell off... how dare they dump him like he's trash and then sweep through his life again, tashi telling him to lose to art, art telling him he means nothing, not even to the most obsessive tennis fan in the world. even when patrick is trying to be vulnerable, to bridge that gap (we can argue about how genuine he's being in the sauna scene but my personal take is that he's using this taunting demeanor as an excuse in case his attempts to reconnect go awry. which they do), he is still being pushed away.

the next lines, "you used to be so sweet / now you're a firecracker on a crowded street" are about art. when they were in school together art was very boy next door and now he's like. the most famous tennis player in the world and he's been on a tailspin trying to come back from this injury. he's a firecracker, bright and brilliant, but he's taking everyone on this crowded street (tashi) down with him. and he's MEAN now (see above not even to the most obsessive tennis fan etc etc).

and then we have those lyrics from my first paragraph again, but a slightly different interpretation. "couldn't look away even if i wanted / try to walk away but i come back to the start": patrick, against all odds, is really fucking enjoying this match. he and art haven't played in over a decade and this is fun. he doesn't want to look away. he's tried to walk away, taking the easy way out by agreeing to let art win, but now that he's playing this match he can't let it be over so easily. he goes back to the start of their schism. he places the ball in the centre of his racket.

next we get "and it happens over and over and over and over again / i wish i was over it, over it, over it, over it". like yeah. they have been playing this game back and forth since the junior open. tashi has always been in the stands assessing their performance and art has always been SO desperate for the win. tashi has always ended up with patrick, whether he wins her number or it's a one night stand. art has never ONCE told him or tashi how he really feels about any of this. over and over and over again. even if this is fun, it's so fucking weary.

the tone of the song shifts here, getting a little softer, a little more intimate !!! "a hidden gem / my own goldmine / ... you were a secret to yourself / you couldn't keep from anyone else". patrick grew up with art. he knows how good he is, and obviously other people do too because he's made it so far, but nobody else until tashi has ever told him you should win like patrick has. he is no longer the person whose job it is to remind art that he is a GOOD FUCKING TENNIS PLAYER and that is bad. especially because tashi is doing a terrible job at it (you know. sleeping with patrick in order to get him to throw the game).

these next lyrics harken back to the firecracker ones, "now you're the biggest brightest flame / you are a fire that can't be tamed". here, art is the first lyric, tashi is the second. what a fucking power couple. art is the public star, the brightest flame, but it's tashi's fire that propels them. tashi NEEDS him to succeed, and patrick knows that almost better than art does (see again: sleeping with him in order to get him to throw the game). they are gamechangers PLURAL for a reason.

so close to the end. now we get "you're better than ever, but i knew you when". art is finally getting to be on level playing field with patrick. he has never beaten him before, but now patrick isn't even throwing the game and art might win. even tashi, who has recovered so well from her injury in every aspect except actually playing tennis, shaping art into the player he is now. but of course it wouldn't be patrick without a little bit of snark.... he knew art when he couldn't beat him even in a game that meant nothing. he knew tashi when she was the biggest up-and-coming player in the world. and so now, confronted with him again, they're forced to reckon with who they used to be. they're forced to reckon with the question of whether who they are NOW is worth it after all that. and patrick Lives for this chaos

the very last lyric of the song is really the thesis statement of the whole thing. "it's bittersweet to see you again".

if you read all the way to the end of this fucking essay i will give you an award LMAOOO... but i am so serious when i say if you have questions about any of my playlist choices. please reach out. i have thoughts about ALL of them.

anyways i can't write all this and then NOT link the playlist so. Here you go! thank you for reading and reaching out. i love you and i love challengers.