#and as you can see the comments are driving me crazy

[losers-clvb]

meeting the family soldier boy x female!reader

summary: you take ben to meet your crazy family. you're a bundle of nerves, but ben assures you everything will be fine. he just has to keep his mouth shut -- a nearly impossible task for the supe.

content: swearing, mentions of sex, ben may be slight ooc (he's just not craycray right now), mentions of ben and reader's respective pasts, fluff, surprisingly respectful ben (but he's still makes his own comments.

word count: 4.6k

note: i went a little off-the-rails with this one. i envisioned it as yapper reader from it will come back and talk too much, but there is no outright connection with her. i'm in love with what i've created here, so expect more of this family.

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“Ben.” You groaned out his name, again, when you felt his hands on your hips, again.

Seems like fifth time was the charm, because he backed off.

“You’re no fuckin’ fun.” He muttered with his usual I-need-to-get-what-I-want attitude, rolling his eyes. You swore he was worse than a teenage girl with his small temper tantrums.

“We’re already running late.” You flicked your eyes to the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Which, I’ll remind you, is your fault.”

“Didn’t seem like it was my fault when I woke up with your hand around my fuckin’ cock.”

Maybe part of this, a very small and insignificant part, was your fault.

“Yeah, well, I woke up to it poking me in the back.”

Tousling your hair to try to get it to go the right way -- whatever direction that was --, you felt his eyes rake up your body.

“Not my fault my girl is so damn sexy.” He took a step forward, prompting you to spin around and stick a hand out to stop him.

Ben pouted -- actually pouted -- at your rejection.

If it were any other day, a day that didn’t include you practically biting your nails to the bone in anticipation, you would have been happy to get back into bed, maybe move to the couch or, Ben’s favorite, the bathroom sink so you could watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.

Unfortunately for you both, home was hours away, but your family was just a quick drive across town.

Lucky you!

“I told you to watch that mouth, mister.” You waggled a finger at him, narrowing your eyes to show you meant business.

“ ‘Damn’ is hardly offensive, doll.”

“I’ll show you how offensive I can be if you keep it up.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” He reached for you again. The swat to the back of his hand was instantaneous.

“Behave.” Your voice was stern, but the swallow after betrayed it. “Please.”

It wasn’t as if you were embarrassed of Ben. No, you didn’t give a shit if the old lady at the grocery store thought he was too touchy, or if your boss thought he swore too much.

But this was your family.

The people who raised you, who had to deal with your awkward phase of only wearing green for an entire year, the ones who teased you when you had your first crush. Their opinions mattered, even if you knew some of your aunts were far too judgy.

In theory, the fact that Ben was a supe worked to your advantage. America’s Son as your boyfriend, what girl wouldn’t love to bring that home to mom and dad?

Then the drinking and drugs and stubborn fucking attitude reminded you of all the reasons why they wouldn’t like him. Not to mention the fact that he was older than your grandfather.

Oh God, your grandfather. The eighty year old was going to hate Ben. He had hated your first boyfriend, who was top of his class at the nearby university. Though, perhaps the old man had a point, seeing how you had found the dickhead in bed with his professor.

“You ready, doll?”

Ben’s gravel woke you from your thoughts. He knew you had been thinking too much. He always knew when you were thinking too much. You inspected yourself one last time before nodding.

“I guess.” You sighed, swiping up your purse. You allowed him to sling an arm over your shoulders, but sent him a warning glare when his fingers fiddled with the strap of your dress.

“No need to worry, sweetheart,” he held the car door open for you, kissing the side of your head, “parents love me.”

You climbed into the car and frowned up at him.

There was no way parents loved him. He was the kind of guy they warned against, the one you brought home to spite your mother when she mentioned settling down.

“Don’t look so fuckin’ skeptical.” Ben scoffed when you just looked at him with your I don’t believe you face. Ignoring the amused smile on your face, he sauntered to the driver’s side of the car, slipping in.

“You’re telling me that you, Mr. Fuckin’ Weed and Whiskey,” you imitated his voice on “fuckin’”, he rolled his eyes, “have gotten a girl’s parents to like you.” The last part of your sentence came out with a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ve got it in me.” Ben defended, making another point pop into your head.

“You’ve never had to do this before.” You scoffed, the realization that you had no idea what to expect from this making your anxiety grow.

“Doll, I wasn’t worried about meetin’ mom when I had ‘em bent over the counter.” Ben tried to dismiss while pulling onto the road.

“Yeah, that makes me feel so much better.” You muttered, chewing on your lower lip. He did a double take, eyes flitting from the road to your nervous expression.

Clicking his tongue to get your attention, he brought his hand up to cradle your chin. He wiggled his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to release your skin to allow space for the intrusion.

“You may be my first, but I promise, you’re gonna be my last.”

The words washed over you, coating you in a peace you hadn’t known until you met Ben. He liked to do this, remind you of his love without actually saying it. You’d heard the words a total of two times in your relationship. It never felt like they were missing, not when he held doors open and spoon-fed you soup when you were sick.

His thumb retracted once he was sure you were calmed. Tangling his fingers in yours, the drive was filled with a comfortable silence, something Ben had taught you to be okay with.

Part of the reason why you were so hesitant to introduce him to your family stemmed from your childhood.

Where Ben had been raised as a nuisance, you had been cherished since day one.

Birthdays were filled with off-key singing and cheek-kisses from relatives. Talent shows were another thing in themselves, three rows of chairs taken up by cheering. Siblings grouped together to fight when school bullies dared to mess with you. Your aunts worked around the clock to knit a blanket when you went away to college.

You didn’t want him to see what he had missed out on.

“Christ, doll, you didn’t tell me you were loaded.” Ben chuckled when the looming farmhouse came into view. You made a face, knowing damn well his father had been far wealthier than your family.

Still, you couldn’t deny the fact that your parents weren’t exactly living paycheck to paycheck.

The family farm had been in business since… well, you weren’t all too aware of the specific year, just that the creaky floorboards on the porch had been placed by your great grandfather.

Summers were spent playing in the cherry trees, plucking the sweet fruit from the branches whenever you pleased. No one lived on these acres of land full-time, opting to share the space. Cousins and friends-of-the-family drifted in and out of the farmhouse throughout the months, ensuring there was always fresh lemonade in the fridge.

All of your firsts had happened in the barn off to the side of the property; first steps, first kiss, first time having sex -- though you would take that last piece of information to your grave.

“Don’t touch the good china,” you warned teasingly, a warm smile blossoming on your face when your cousin, Lina, sprinted for the car.

She was younger than you by about ten years, you taking on more of an older sister role in her life. She was a good kid, you told about everyone you came into contact with.

Ben hadn’t even shifted the car into park before you were jumping out to wrap your arms around her. She squealed your name into your hair.

“I missed you!” She pulled away, bouncing on her toes while you looked over her.

“Is that my dress?” You asked. It was something you hadn’t worn in years, but you would have recognized the light blue material anywhere.

“No.”

You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Yes.” She admitted sheepishly, looking to the ground.

“I knew it!”

“You left it in the upstairs closet! What else was I supposed to do?” She was on the defensive, a hand on her hip. You laughed and ruffled her hair, causing her to grumble out a complaint, but her own giggle cut through it.

“Who’s this gorgeous girl?”

Ben stepped up next to you, a basket of cookies in one hand while the other rested on the small of your back. Lina immediately blushed, and you didn’t blame her.

Anyone who was attracted to the male species would blush if Ben called them gorgeous.

“Lina-bug.” You answered, making her scrunch her nose up at the nickname.

“I’m not five.” She complained, sticking her tongue out at you despite the words.

“You’ll always be five to me.” You promised, curling into Ben out of pure instinct.

It was at that moment you noticed something dark, almost bruise-like peeking out at you from the collar of Lina’s -- your -- dress.

“What the hell is that?” You demanded, poking at the spot.

Lina paled, pulling away from your grasp. Her eyes flicked from you to Ben, blushing when she realized you both knew exactly what the hell it was.

She wasn’t a child, having turned seventeen just the month before. It was still far too young to be doing anything of this nature, anything that left a hickey on her collarbone for the entire family to see.

Ignoring the larger quantity of much darker marks littering your inner thighs, you opened your mouth to lecture her on why boys were stupid and not worth her time.

The call of your first and middle name made the breath choke in your throat.

“For your sake, I hope my ears just need a good cleanin’ and I didn’t just hear those words come from your mouth!”

Aunt Mavis was bounding her way across the yard, wearing her signature yellow sunhat. You cringed, a memory of the woman flushing soap into your mouth as a child for calling your brother a beach -- you hadn’t heard the word correctly -- flashing through your mind.

“Watch your mouth, doll.” Ben mumbled to you, teasing you with your earlier words. You grumbled out a warning to him.

Lina took the distraction as a chance to get the hell out of there.

“Look at you!” Mavis beamed, throwing her arms out like she hadn’t been ready to lock you in the potato cellar just a moment earlier. “My great-niece, the most beautiful girl in the world!”

Nevermind the fact that she called everyone the most beautiful. It was one of the things you loved about her. Sure, she may be old-fashioned in her childhood punishments, but she loved her family wholly.

You inched toward her, biting down on your tongue to keep from gasping at the subtle slide of Ben’s hand to your ass.

Mavis engulfed you in her rose-scented perfume, squeezing you tight enough to juice you like a lemon. Her eyes must have caught onto the tall frame of the man behind you, because, in an instant, she was standing toe-to-toe with him. You blinked.

C’mon, Mav, you thought, silently urging the woman to say something, anything.

On the spectrum of intensity, she was quite tame. If she didn’t like Ben, there was no hope.

“You’re trouble.” Mavis waggled a finger at him, a teasing smirk tilting onto her face.

It wasn’t a hardcore stamp of approval, but it wasn’t a dismissal, either. You took it as a win, letting out the breath you had sucked in the moment you laid eyes on your aunt.

“Only if you’re askin’ for it.” Ben responded, winking.

Oh my God.

You dropped your jaw, heart stuttering as you thought of all the ways Mavis would berate him.

Only, Mavis didn’t look offended.

She let out a hearty laugh, wrapping her arms around Ben’s torso.

“I like you.” She announced, pulling him in tight.

Ben drifted his eyes to you, smirking.

I told you so, they said.

Not my mom, yours responded.

He had won over one aunt, albeit a very influential aunt, but the real work would begin with the others.

With the intent to officially introduce him to her, you opened your mouth. A pang of sweet drifted to your nose, making your eyes flutter shut.

“Cherry rolls?” You breathed out, sighing slightly. It was an unconscious thing, something you had to thank her for Pavloving you into stopping at the first scent of the baked good.

“This one is practically a bloodhound when it comes to dessert.” Mavis tutted, jabbing her thumb at you.

“You made cherry rolls?” You were getting impatient with her teasing.

“Well, yes.” Mavis answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They’re your favorite.”

It had been years since you had one of Mavis’ cherry rolls. She’d come up with the recipe herself, quickly using it as a tool to get the kids’ energy out on long days. She would send you and your siblings out with baskets, tasking you all with plucking cherries from the trees. It was long work, especially when the three of you could only reach the bottom branches.

The end result?

Heaven.

You would gorge yourself on the sweet if it didn't mean being bloated for the rest of the week.

Once you moved to the city, your opportunities for eating it were, well, zero. You didn’t have the skill to make it, and every family event was missing either you or her. It broke your heart some days, not just because you missed the taste; you missed the memories it brought back.

The fact that Mavis had so obviously made them with you in mind -- though you were sure the other nieces and nephews had begged for them as well -- had tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Aurora sprung up like a weed, you’ll never believe it’s her.” Mavis babbled, grabbing your hand to guide you to the house. You, not wanting to leave behind the reason this get-together was happening, looped your pinkie around Ben’s, dragging him along.

“And Betsy is on this health-kick, but I swear on dear Rufus’ grave,” Rufus the dog, “that she’s swiping cookies from the jar.”

The worn-wood steps of the wrap-around porch creaked a complaint when you three ascended, as they had for as long as you could walk. Every year, Uncle Jerry promised he would find a way to fix them. And every year, he would be passed out on the porch swing, a beer in one hand, a hammer in the other, the steps remaining untouched.

Deep down you hoped they would always make a noise. It was the soundtrack to your dreams; creaking porches, leaves fluttering in the wind, the creek water’s constant flow.

“Oh. My. God.”

You knew the voice without even looking. Your cousin, Evie, who had nudged her way into the aunts’ circle after turning thirty.

Her words triggered the mob, pulling them from their juices and shit talking to swarm your man. They crowded around him like a flock of chickens -- clucked about just like them as well.

“Look at his hair-”

“Nice facial structure-”

“Thought he’d be taller-”

The poking at his arms and chest was when you stepped in, shooing them off. If you were less kind, or if Ben had made another smart-ass remark, you would have left him to the rolls.

He should feel honored, really, that you were choosing to save him instead of diving into the still-steaming plate of rolls on the counter.

“Back off, ladies. He’s mine.” The words were teasing, knowing that these women loved a good piece of eye candy around.

Ben made a show of throwing his arms over two of your aunts, hugging them in close.

“Aww, c’mon, doll,” you swore they all swooned at the pet name, “there’s enough of me to go around.”

“There certainly is.” A voice in the group murmured suggestively, making the others giggle.

You cut a glare over them, trying your best to be intimidating. Everyone in the room knew it didn’t work. Where your siblings were compared to wolves, growing up everyone called you a bunny. Not even a fully-grown rabbit. A bunny, you know, cute and fluffy and unable to scare even a fly away. Yeah, that was you.

Ben watched over your attempts, an amused smile and raised eyebrow making you frown. He chuckled and stepped over to you, pulling you into his arms.

“Aww…” The chorus cooed from behind him.

He bent his neck down to kiss you, lips moving against yours with a stifled passion.

“Aww!” This was practically a squeal. In your mind, you saw your Aunt Hilly pull out her phone, snapping pictures of the scene. She was a self-proclaimed photographer, though her equipment consisted of a beat down iPhone and the occasional flashlight.

“I know my girl doesn’t share,” Ben mumbled to you when he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. You smiled up at him.

“That is disgusting.”

You spun on your heel to face your little brother, Peter. Not that he was little anymore. The boy -- he’s a year younger than you -- stood taller than you, the same height he had sprung to in middle school seemingly overnight. You scowled at the stupid bunch of hair on his upper lip.

“You’re the one with a caterpillar on your face.” You poked a finger in his face. A noise of surprise came out when he moved to bite at it. There had been a time when he really did bite your finger, leading to an early morning trip to the emergency room for stitches. You still had a little scar running across the knuckle.

“Ladies love this caterpillar, Buggy.”

You frowned at the nickname. Buggy. It made you feel like a little kid again, but you also couldn’t ignore the spark of warmth that came with the familiarity of it all.

“I promise you, they do not. And don’t call me that!”

“They do-,”

“Can you two stop bickering and set the dang table?” Your mother’s voice cut your brother off before he could dig himself deeper into your irritation. It was all in good fun, you would go from yelling in each other’s faces to laughter-filled bike rides in a matter of minutes while growing up.

“Momma!” You ran to her, nearly knocking the older woman over with your hug. You ignored the new wrinkles at her eyes and the peek-through of grey hairs. She wasn’t allowed to get older.

“No makeouts in the kitchen, honey.” It wasn’t the first time she had said it, and you doubted it would be the last -- whoever Lina was spending her time with would learn soon enough.

“We weren’t making out.” You defended, sounding all too much like that teenager that your mother had to drive to college.

A smile crinkled the edges of her eyes again and she smoothed down your hair.

“I love you.” She mumbled. Her eyes flicked behind you, where Ben was being examined by Peter. It was a wordless thing, simply eyes scanning your boyfriend like he was an alien that had been beamed down.

“This is Ben.” You explained, lacing your fingers into his. With all the chaos, you hadn’t noticed his silence.

While he had made his occasional comments, he was more watching it all go down. You bouncing around the place, so happy and free. Your family teasing you with warmth and love in their words.

It was the kind of place he had dreamed of being in as a child -- not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

“Mmm, right…,” Your mother hummed, looking him up and down. She knew Soldier Boy -- everyone did -- but she was more interested in knowing how Ben acted, how he treated you.

You could tell her a million times he’s perfect, so nice and she would never believe you. You were too kind -- maybe her fault for raising you to be as such -- and you would let love cloud your judgements.

When you called to say that her favorite supe from her childhood was your new boyfriend, she felt that ache come on. Vought tried their best to cover the scandal Soldier Boy would get into, but as she grew, your mother reflected on both his words and actions, finding them to be less respectful than she had once thought.

“Momma, stop starin’ him down.” You almost whined, stepping further in front of Ben to shield him from her gaze. It didn’t do much -- Ben towered over you.

To make you feel more important, he rested his hands on your shoulder, the one holding your hand never letting go.

“Benjamin-,” your mother started, but you cut her off.

“Ben.”

“You hurt her and you’ll figure out what we hide under those cherry trees.” Your mother hissed lowly, a contradiction to the sweet smile she gave the two of you after them.

You paled.

“I’m keepin’ our girl safe ‘til the end of time, ma’am.” Ben responded. You could hear him holding back a chuckle. You watched her give him a simple nod, like they had come to an agreement, and turn back to whatever task she had pulled herself from.

“She’s joking.” You laughed nervously up at him. I hope, you refrained from adding.

“She’s a spitfire like you, doll.” Ben gave you a chaste kiss. You melted into him.

The onlookers you called family were back to their own stories, chittering coming from all directions. You caught on to a few names and places, noting the tone in which all of them were said.

“Do you like them? Or do I need to redownload Tinder?” You added that last part as a way to mask your anxiety. Ben saw right through it, as he did with most things you did. There wasn’t anything you could get past him, though it worked vice versa.

Ben didn’t know about all the times you sensed his aggression before he even opened his mouth. He didn’t know about the way you would walk an extra block on the way home just to pick up his favorite biscuits because you knew he was having a bad day. He didn’t know because you liked knowing something he didn’t.

“You keep that damned thing gone.” He grumbled, pulling at your hips. You snorted out a laugh, remembering the look on his face when he had stumbled upon a dick pic -- a very unasked for dick pic -- from some guy. It was before you were officially dating, and you hadn’t actually opened the app in months, but that did nothing to stop Ben from reminding you exactly how much of you was his. Spoiler alert, it was all of you, and his actions left the two of you panting and spent.

“They love you. They must be good people.” Ben shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I love them, and I love you, I just want you all to get along.” You sputtered out, playing with the fabric of his shirt under your fingers.

You’d said I love you many times to him, yet it never stopped the bloom of warmth in his stomach.

God, you were turning him into a soft-ass man, pussywhipped beyond belief.

He’d hated it at first, trying to turn you away for who knows how many weeks in the beginning. You’d never stopped coming back, crawling into his lap, and saying the words again and again until you were whimpering them into his ear while he thrust into you. He’d learned to let you care for him, ignore the bubbling hatred for anything lovely in his life.

“I know.” He breathed, soothing you with the familiar gruff of his voice. You curled into him, letting him hold you until your brother yanked at your arm, complaining that he had to do everything and you always get away with not helping.

Dinner skimmed by without much of a problem, aside from Ben’s immediate reaction to your father’s barbecued meats.

“Holy shit.” He had moaned. You were grateful it was somewhat quiet, only catching the attention of the youngest of the cousins at the adult table. The thirteen year old looked at you with wide eyes, a bashful giggle bursting out. You had shushed her and, after some very skillful manipulation -- you had no idea where she had learned how to do it --, you were signed up to bring her dress shopping for her middle school’s fall dance.

Now, you were stuck on dish duty with your sister-in-law, something that was only bearable because you found common ground in complaining about your sister’s odd habits. You were listening to her complain about how your sibling left a full dishwasher without starting it when the boisterous laugh of Ben’s caught your ear.

“She brought home this… guy.” This was your father, who immediately got along with Ben upon meeting him. You tried not to think of things they had in common. You didn’t want to be dating your father.

“He wouldn’t look at us, he kept sticking his hand up her shirt at dinner, and, the worst part, he ate everything with soy sauce. Even Marcie’s,” Marcie was your mom, “mac and cheese.”

Oh God.

He was telling Ben about that horrid boyfriend you had when you were twenty. You, thinking he was the love of your life despite every conversation being about him, brought him home for a family dinner. It was smaller than this whole thing, but still held your immediate family, including your grandfather, who, now, was sitting out on the porch with Ben and your father.

“Sounds like a real asshole.”

You choked on your breath, sending you into a coughing fit. Of course he couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut. It was the end of the night, you were so close to freedom from your fairly conservative family, yet Ben had to silence the entire house, children and all, with that fucking word.

Everyone stilled, even if they weren’t on the porch, even if they had only caught the ass part.

All eyes pointed in your grandfather’s direction. The old man didn’t take well to swearing, not with the way his parents had raised him. Your father slipped up sometimes, but never so obvious as Ben had. You cringed in preparation for the lecture on why Ben was the worst person alive and why you needed to find a new boyfriend.

You tilted your head to get a better view out of the window just as a smile wrinkled the skin around your grandfather’s eyes. He let out a gravelly laugh, eyes twinkling like Ben was simply an old friend he had lost touch with.

“The biggest.” Your grandfather agreed, raising his glass of whiskey in Ben’s direction before taking a sip.

That was the last blow to your nervous energy, turning that anxiety into mush. You let out a relieved breath. The family went back to their gossiping or bickering or whatever else they had gotten up to.

You rinsed the last dish, leaving it to dry on the towel near the sink before joining the three men on the porch. You silently settled into your favorite seat -- Ben’s lap --, cuddling into his chest while he held you.

It was a good day, all of your family finally becoming familiar with each other.

Ben had thought it before the dinner, but now he knew. This was his family as much as it was yours. He couldn’t imagine a better place to belong to, a better place to raise up a couple of kids, with you by his side.

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[randomxreaders]

‘Paige Bueckers wsp w you Pt.3’

Word count - 1.5k

Warnings - reader uses she/her pronouns, not proofread

A/n - heyy i love that you guys are liking this story im going to continue writing and try to write longer chapters and go more in depth i hope you guys like it feel free to give me some plot ideas you’d like to see thank you smmm!!<3

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You say Paige’s eyes widen once you came back in frame. “Oh heyyy Y/n!!” Ice says shoving Paige’s shoulder. You see the comments going crazy but decide it’s better to just ignore them. “The fit goes crazyyy Y/n” Sarah complemented, “Thank you Sarah” Paige was the only one yet to speak. You can feel the tension between the two of you radiating through the screen. “Yea I love that top on you Y/n/n” Paige had said finally speaking up. You see the slight smirk on her face as she says it “not too bad yourself Bueckers” You say sending her a very knowing smile.

The team starts trying and rating their Crumbl cookies while you watch and comment here and there, but rarely taking your eyes off of Paige. Even just sitting there in a plain white tee and basketball shorts she looked beautiful and she was definitely keeping up a better facade than you were. Just as the girls were starting to cut into the last cookie you hear Amari calling your name as she walks out of the guest bedroom, “Y/n you need to tell Juney that she has her own perfectly good cat bed she keeps laying on my face” Amari says speech slurring slightly. “Shoot I’m sorry I thought I had shut your door” You try to tell Amari but her attention was now else where when she heard the girls laughing on the live. Stepping into the frame with you Amari gasps “No way” she turned to look at you “Mrs.Bue-“ you quickly cover her mouth with your hand “SHHH. you’re intoxicated and tired let’s go get back in bed okay?” You gesture towards the door and turn her around. “Okay mom” She says rolling her eyes turning around. Hearing the door click you let out a quiet sigh and turn back to the live “Okay guys I’m gonna all it a night but thank you guys for joining me” They group says their good nights and as soon as you end the live you get a notification from Paige “goodnight Mrs.Bueckers I hope we set up that date soon ;)”

God this girl was gonna be the death of you.

The next morning you wake up to the smell of French toast and bacon and you know Amari is up. You get up and get in the shower to prepare for your day, you had to be at the studio at 2 to record and edit a new song.

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Rushing to your car you already knew you were going to be late. The studio your manager has you go to is in New Haven Connecticut which is roughly a hour and a half to two hour drive from your apartment in Downtown Brooklyn. After a short phone call with Terry she agrees to push your time to 3:30, which gave a little bit of free time. So you decide to text Paige to see what she’s up to. “Hey paigey are you doing anything rn” You wait a few minutes for her to reply thinking of what you’d do with your hour if she’s not free. The phone starts to ring ‘Call incoming “Paige”’ You smile and pick up the phone. “Hey pretty girl what’s up?”

“Nothin I just wanted to see if maybe you were free to hangout for a little bit?”

“Hangout..? So like a date orrr?”

“More like a chill thing, I don’t really have enough time for a date right now and you haven’t asked me properly”

“Hmm okay okay send me your location and I’ll be there”

“okay perfect, I’ll see you soon P”

“See you soon gorgeous”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in trying to calm down your flushed face.

Paige’s POV

After hanging up the phone I head straight for my closet. I need something that’s chill but not too much deciding on jeans, a black tee and black essentials crewneck with a gold chain, bracelets and earrings.

Paige hops in her car driving to the location you sent her, it was a small pizza place. Paige makes a stop along the way and once she pulls into the parking lot she texts you saying she’s there. You reply telling her that you’re waiting inside at a corner table.

Y/n POV

You sit in the corner anxiously bouncing your knee waiting for Paige to walk through the door. This would be your first time actually seeing her in person and not just on tv or on the phone. Your eyes dart up to the door when you hear the bell chime and then you see her. You watch Paige scan her eyes around the restaurant before yours meet. Her sky blue eyes pierce into yours as she walks up to you. “These are for you” Paige hands you a bouquet of red tulips and baby’s breath. You gasp taking the flowers “oh Paige you shouldn’t have-“ “you deserve em superstar.” You smile down at the flowers and give Paige a hug before you both sit down next to each other at the table. “So what kinda pizza do you like” You ask Paige ”oh well you can’t go wrong with a cheese.” You sit there talking before the waiter come up “What can I get you ladies”

“We’ll take a medium cheese pizza” You order. The waiter nods and walks away from your table. “Soo” Paige starts, “About last night with your friend calling you Mrs.bueckers?” Your eyes widen and you put your face in your hands. “Oh my god. You went supposed to hear that, she just likes to tease me about my like crush on you” you say looking back up at her. “Well I like how it sounds. But I do think we should take things one step at a time. And that being said I wanna take you out on a proper date.”

“I’d like that”

Shortly after the pizza arrives you and Paige start to dig in. The conversation between you starts flowing again and you begin talking like you’ve known each other your whole lives. Shelly tells you about the team and how Geno was on her ass at practice yesterday. You were telling her about your upcoming album and how you’re getting ready from the Grammys. Not too long later the check comes and you both grab for it “I’m paying Paige” “Nah nah I got it” “no way i invited you here I’m paying” “come on Y/n let me pay” she says leaning closer to you. “No I got it” you look down at her lips realizing just how close the two of you really are. You slip your hand into your pocket hard in hand and lean closer to Paige. Your faces are nearly touching now and Paige whispers ”Y/n” “Paige?” You see her look down at your lips as you continue looking at her face memorizing all her features. Then she leans in and gently wipes the side of your mouth smiling slightly. Your breath hitches ever so slightly but just enough for Paige to notice.

Paige didn’t move her hand.

She didn’t move when yours eyes flickered back down to her lips, didn’t move when the space between the two of you was nearly filled. The air had thickened, charged with something unspoken, something inevitable.

Paige swallowed “Y/n..” Her voice barely above a whisper. Her thumb lingered just a second longer before she finally dropped her hand. But the tension didn’t break. It only curled tighter around them, wrapping itself between the silence and the way Y/n was still staring at her like she wanted—

The bell above the door jingled. A burst of cold air swept through the shop as a group of teenagers stumbled inside, laughing too loudly.

“You just uh had a lil something” “oh” you sigh. “Well I’m paying end of discussion” You grin. Paige doesn’t put up any more of a fight and you guys pay and leave.

You both walk outside and you look at your phone and see the time 3:15. “I have to get to the studio” You say sighing looking over to Paige, “That’s alright I understand”

“I don’t want this to end” Paige grabs your hand and drags her thumb up and down. “I don’t either, what are you doing later maybe we could do a FaceTime dinner” You smile at Paige “I’d actually really like that.” You and Paige decide that once you get home later you guys would have a sort of unofficial “date” over the phone later once you made it home.

Y/n and Paige stood against Y/ns car for a moment just enjoying each other’s presence before Y/n was really pushing the limit of being late. Paige pulled Y/n into a hug as they said their goodbyes and opening her car door for her. “Text me when you make it home?” Y/n asked Paige, “of course I will, you better call me later though” “ you know I will.” Y/n watches and waits for Paige to get into her car and then drives to the studio Paige heavily in her mind and what they were gonna have for dinner.

[mintyys-blog]

Can you do a fanfic like the one you did with John b's sister sneaking out with topper and instead it's rafe

RECKLESS— rafe cameron x routledge! reader

WARNINGS: implied sex, sexual themes

You and your brother, John B, have always been close—partners in crime, always looking out for one another. But lately, there’s been something different in the air, especially when it comes to Rafe Cameron. The tension between you and him has always been there, but now it’s undeniable. Every time you see him, your eyes instinctively roll, the frustration you feel bubbling up in ways you don’t understand.

Rafe knows it too, and it’s driving him crazy. It’s become almost a game for him to see how much he can push you before you snap, and each time, your eye-rolls get worse. But you can’t help it—he gets under your skin with that cocky smile of his and that attitude that’s always just a little too much.

One night at the Chateau, the air is thick with heat and the buzzing energy of a party in full swing. John B is off with his friends, and you’re nursing a drink by the bonfire, hoping for a few minutes of peace. That’s when you feel him—Rafe. The tension between the two of you is magnetic, almost electric.

You roll your eyes as he walks over, his familiar grin spreading across his face. “What do you want, Rafe?” you ask, barely looking at him.

“You know,” he begins, leaning in a little closer than necessary, “you really should stop rolling your eyes every time you see me. It’s getting old.”

You scoff, taking a step back. “Maybe it’s because I can’t stand being around you.”

Rafe’s grin falters for just a second before he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the group, into the shadows by the trees. The party noise fades behind you as you’re left standing face to face with him, your pulse quickening from the sudden proximity.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he says, his voice low, eyes narrowing. “The only time you roll your eyes at me is when they roll back.”

You blink at him, confused, your heart racing faster than you want to admit. “What does that even mean?”

Rafe smirks, leaning in so close that you can feel the heat from his breath. “You know exactly what I mean,” he murmurs, his voice like a challenge. “And if you keep pushing me away, I’m just going to keep making it harder for you to.”

The air between you two crackles, filled with something dangerous, something neither of you can quite name yet. And as much as you want to tell him to back off, something in you can’t help but wonder if this is the start of something even more reckless than you’d ever imagined.

Rafe watches you closely, his smirk growing as he leans back slightly, letting go of your wrist but not quite stepping away. His eyes never leave yours, intense and calculating. He’s testing you, pushing you to the edge, and for some reason, you’re letting him.

“So, will I be seeing you tonight?” he asks, his voice laced with a challenge. He leans in a bit, as if he’s savoring this moment, the tension thick between you.

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your cool. “Fine. Whatever,” you say bitterly, even though a part of you is already counting the minutes until you can’t resist anymore. “I’ll see you.”

Rafe’s eyes gleam with satisfaction, the game almost too easy for him. “Good. Make sure you wear the black lace, you know I like that one.”

You feel your cheeks flush despite yourself, but you refuse to let him see how much it gets to you. You cross your arms defensively, pushing back against the way he’s gotten under your skin.

“Ugh, whatever,” you mutter, rolling your eyes again, though it’s not as automatic as before. “Now go, before my brother catches you!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, shaking his head as if he finds your resistance amusing. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your precious little brother’s night, now would we?” he teases, his smirk widening.

He steps back, giving you a final lingering look before turning to walk away, but not before dropping one last comment over his shoulder. “Don’t be late, princess.”

As you watch him leave, the sharp edges of your annoyance mix with an unsettling pull in your chest. It’s like he’s got a grip on you, something you can’t quite escape. You try to push the thought out of your mind, but as much as you try to deny it, there’s something thrilling about being caught up in his world.

You only hope John B doesn’t find out about this—if he does, things will get a lot more complicated.

As the sounds of the party echo in the distance, you stand there, seething with frustration. Rafe’s words linger in your mind, his smirk still vivid in your thoughts. You hate how much he gets to you. You hate how easily he can twist your feelings into something dangerous, something you know you should stay away from.

But as much as you tell yourself you’re done with him, something in the back of your mind knows you’ll show up tonight. You won’t be able to resist. Not with him knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

You shake your head, trying to clear the haze that’s clouding your judgment. You’ve got to keep your head in the game, especially with John B. The last thing you need is for him to find out what’s been going on between you and Rafe—he’d never forgive you.

As you make your way back toward the bonfire, you spot your brother in the crowd, laughing and joking with the other Pogues. You force a smile, pretending like everything’s fine, but in the pit of your stomach, there’s a gnawing feeling that won’t go away.

John B catches sight of you, his eyes narrowing. “Hey, what’s up with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shrug nonchalantly, not wanting to give away the tension building in your chest. “Nothing, just needed some air.”

“Right,” he says, clearly unconvinced. “Well, you know where I’ll be if you need me.”

You nod, not meeting his gaze, and quickly move to the side, needing to get some space. As you walk, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Without thinking, you pull it out, the screen lighting up with a message from an unknown number:

“See you later, princess.” – Rafe

You clench your jaw, stuffing the phone back in your pocket with a frustrated sigh. What was it about him that made you lose control like this?

⸻

Later that night, you find yourself at the familiar place where Rafe had invited you—away from the party, the chaos, where the world feels smaller and more dangerous.

When you arrive, Rafe is already waiting for you, lounging casually on the hood of his truck, looking as if he owns everything around him. As your eyes meet, that familiar tension resurfaces, pulling you in.

“You made it,” he says, his tone both pleased and mocking. “Took you long enough.”

You cross your arms, trying to keep your composure despite the flutter of nerves you feel. “I’m here, aren’t I?” you reply, your voice sharp.

“Yeah, you are.” His grin widens. “Now, as promised, you brought the black lace, right?”

You fight the flush creeping up your neck. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, as he steps closer. “But you like it.”

You take a step back, trying to maintain some distance, but Rafe follows, his presence too much to ignore. “Why do you always have to make things so complicated?”

He smirks again, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you can’t stay away, and you know it.”

⸻

The night had been a blur of stolen moments, heated exchanges, and too many questions left unanswered. After everything with Rafe, you feel a strange mix of satisfaction and regret coursing through your veins. His lips still burn on yours as you try to process what just happened. You weren’t supposed to let it get this far. But here you are, tangled up in something more dangerous than you ever expected.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Rafe pulls back, his expression dark, lips curling into that signature smirk. “You know, if you want, you can shower in my bathroom while I clean up,” he offers casually, almost too comfortably.

You nod, still caught in the haze of everything that just unfolded. “Yeah, I’ll take you up on that,” you murmur, unsure of how else to react.

You make your way to his bathroom, the familiar rush of guilt and excitement filling your chest as you step under the warm water, letting it wash over you. As you shower, you try to shake off the weight of the night, but it lingers like a shadow. There’s no turning back now.

Once you’re done, you dry off quickly, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts. You change back into your clothes, trying to act like nothing happened, but the tension from earlier still lingers in the air.

You make your way back to Rafe’s room, where he’s already standing, leaning against the doorframe with a casual look on his face. “All cleaned up?” he asks, his voice still holding that same teasing edge.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you reply, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

You walk over to him, your heart thudding in your chest. You lean in for one last kiss—brief, but meaningful—before you pull away, your breath catching in your throat.

“I still hate you, you know,” you murmur, your voice soft but determined.

Rafe laughs, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Sure you do, baby,” he says, his hand brushing against your cheek as he pulls you in for one last kiss.

You pull back, a mix of emotions swirling inside you, and head toward the door. You tell yourself it’s just a fling, just a moment of weakness. Nothing more. Everyone should be sleeping by now, so there’s no reason to worry about anyone finding out. At least, that’s what you thought.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a gasp slices through the silence. You freeze, turning to find Sarah standing at the base of the stairs, eyes wide with surprise, holding a bag of clips in her hand.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly as she looks you up and down, clearly not buying your presence at this hour.

You scramble for an excuse, your mind racing. “Uh… I came to see you? John B wanted me to tell you that he loves you,” you say, immediately regretting how lame it sounds.

Sarah narrows her eyes, unconvinced. “So he sent his big sister?” she asks, clearly not buying your story.

“Uh, yes??” you respond nervously, your voice almost cracking. “Well, I gotta go. Bye!” you say quickly, not giving her a chance to respond as you rush past her and out the door.

As you step outside, your heart is pounding, and you try to act normal, but inside, you can feel the weight of what just happened. You don’t know what Sarah will say to John B—or worse, if she’ll tell him what she saw. But for now, you don’t have time to think about that. You need to get out of there, before anyone else finds out.

Here’s the continuation:

⸻

A few days pass, and the awkwardness from that night still lingers in your mind, but you try to push it aside. The last thing you need is for anyone to find out about your encounter with Rafe. You were trying to convince yourself it was a one-time thing, a stupid mistake, but the truth was, every time you thought about it, your heart raced and your skin burned.

Meanwhile, at the house, Sarah’s curiosity hasn’t waned. She’s been thinking about the strange encounter ever since you left in such a rush that night. And now, she’s finally bringing it up to John B.

“So, I saw Y/N the other night,” Sarah says casually as she leans against the counter, sipping her drink. “I’m still trying to figure out why she was there.”

John B raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding where this is going. “What? Why was she at your place?” he asks, his voice sounding a little defensive.

Sarah laughs, shaking her head. “Yeah, she said you sent her to tell me you loved me?” she teases, her smile mischievous as she watches her brother’s confusion grow.

John B stares at her, blinking rapidly as if processing this new information. “What? No— that, okay—” He trails off, utterly confused now. “Why the hell would she be at your place? At night? Makes no sense…”

Sarah shrugs, but her face falls slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. “I mean… I thought I heard her and Rafe, but—”

John B freezes, his blood running cold at the mention of Rafe’s name. “What?” he asks, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Sarah frowns, unsure of what she just said, sensing the shift in John B’s demeanor. “Yeah, I thought I heard voices coming from his place… but it was late, and I figured I was just hearing things. I didn’t think much of it at the time.”

John B is still frozen, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. His mind flashes back to the night you left in such a hurry. What were you doing there? What the hell was going on with you and Rafe?

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words catch in his throat. The idea of you and Rafe together doesn’t sit well with him. He knows what Rafe’s like, and he knows you well enough to know that you wouldn’t just go to his house for a simple reason. Something’s off, and John B feels like he’s been left in the dark.

“You sure you heard them?” he asks, his voice sharper than he intends.

Sarah’s brows furrow in concern. “I’m sure. I wasn’t imagining it, John B.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to process everything. “Why the hell would Y/N be there with him at that hour? I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”

Sarah takes a deep breath, stepping forward. “I don’t know, but we need to figure it out. I don’t trust Rafe, and if he’s got something to do with Y/N…”

John B cuts her off, shaking his head. “I’ll talk to her,” he says, his voice determined. “I don’t care what’s going on between them. I’m not letting anything happen to her.”

⸻

The next day, John B couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He spent the entire morning trying to distract himself, but the thought of you and Rafe together kept creeping into his mind. The idea of you, his sister, being with someone like Rafe—someone who was dangerous, unpredictable, and nothing but trouble—bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Finally, he couldn’t put it off any longer. He had to confront you. He found you at the house, sitting on the porch, scrolling through your phone, looking unbothered. But John B wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low but firm.

You looked up, surprised at his tone. “What’s up?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” John B snapped. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

You set your phone down, feeling the shift in his mood. “What’s going on, John B? What are you upset about?”

He crossed his arms, his jaw clenched tightly. “You were at Rafe’s house the other night. Don’t lie to me. Sarah heard you and him talking.”

You sighed, the familiar frustration bubbling up inside you. “Sarah is overreacting. I wasn’t doing anything. I just… went to see him for a minute. That’s it.”

John B’s eyes narrowed. “For a minute? At night? What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?”

You stood up, crossing your arms defensively. “I don’t owe you an explanation about who I hang out with, John B. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to protect you!” he shot back, his voice rising with each word. “That guy—Rafe—he’s dangerous. You’ve seen the way he acts. Why the hell would you go there, alone? You know what he’s capable of.”

You felt the anger surge inside you, more than just frustration—it was a mix of betrayal and irritation. “I can handle myself, John B. You don’t get to tell me what to do, especially not when it comes to who I see or where I go. I’m not a kid anymore!”

John B’s face was turning red, his fists tightening. “You don’t get it, do you?” he practically yelled. “Rafe is trouble. I don’t want you anywhere near him, Y/N.”

“Well, maybe that’s your problem, not mine!” you fired back, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want to make my own decisions. I’m not a little girl you can control!”

For a moment, there was a tense silence between you, both of you breathing heavily, caught in the heat of the argument.

John B’s expression softened, just a little, but his frustration was still there. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I don’t trust Rafe. And I don’t trust him with you.”

You shook your head, laughing bitterly. “You don’t trust anyone, John B. Especially not me.”

He reached out, grabbing your arm gently but firmly. “I’m just trying to protect you,” he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “I care about you, okay?”

You yanked your arm away, glaring at him. “You don’t get it. I don’t need your protection. I’m not a child. I can make my own choices, and you’re not going to tell me otherwise.”

John B took a deep breath, looking like he was fighting for control. “Then why the hell didn’t you tell me about it? Why did you lie? Why didn’t you just come to me if you wanted to talk to him?”

You looked away, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. “Because I knew you’d react like this. You’d overreact, like always. I didn’t want to deal with it.”

“Y/N…” John B started, but you cut him off.

“No. You don’t get to decide who I talk to or where I go,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not your responsibility.”

The silence that followed felt heavy. The weight of the conversation hung between you like a cloud, neither of you knowing what to say next.

John B finally let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples. “I just don’t want to see you hurt. Is that so hard to understand?”

You looked at him, your anger simmering down, but the frustration still there. “I get it, okay? But you need to trust me more. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just living my life. Besides, I’m older, I can do what I want or who I want.”

John B made a face, “gross!” To which you roll your eyes.

The tension in the air didn’t fully disappear, but for now, it was enough. As you walked past him toward the door, you could still feel the weight of the conversation, but you knew one thing for sure: things between you and John B had changed, and it wasn’t just because of Rafe.

John B watched you leave, his gaze following you as you walked toward the door. The weight of the conversation still hung heavy in the air, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered. No matter what you said, he couldn’t shake the image of you with Rafe, and it gnawed at him. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me? he thought, frustration building again.

But as the door slammed shut behind you, John B stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, trying to push down the rising panic. He wanted to trust you—he really did. But you and Rafe? That was a line he wasn’t sure he could cross.

Meanwhile, you had barely made it down the street before you heard the familiar rumble of an engine behind you. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. The sound of Rafe’s truck was unmistakable.

Without looking, you quickened your pace, but before you knew it, Rafe’s truck was pulling up beside you. The engine cut off, and the door swung open.

“Hey,” he said, leaning out of the truck with that cocky grin of his. “Where you going, princess?”

You stopped in your tracks, not wanting to deal with him after the fight with John B, but the pull of his presence was undeniable. You crossed your arms defensively, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “Why are you following me?”

Rafe’s smile never wavered. “Just wanted to see if you were still mad at me.” He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “Or if I can convince you otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your cool. “What do you want, Rafe?”

He shrugged. “Just thought I’d offer you a ride. I know you’re pissed, but I can make it up to you.”

You shot him a skeptical look, but in the end, it was easier to get in the truck than to argue. As you slid into the passenger seat, Rafe didn’t waste any time driving off. The silence between you both was thick, but you could feel the tension building again.

Finally, Rafe broke it with a casual, “So… how’s your brother?” His voice was smooth, like he was testing the waters.

You shot him a sharp look, crossing your arms again. “Why do you care?”

Rafe laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Just making conversation. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes, right?”

You stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out where he was coming from. “If you want to know, John B’s mad at me,” you said bitterly. “He’s convinced I’m making all the wrong choices, that I’m too naïve to see how dangerous you are.”

Rafe glanced at you, his smile widening. “Is that so?” He paused, thinking for a moment. “You know, it’s cute how protective he is of you. But he doesn’t get it, does he?”

You didn’t respond right away, but when you did, your voice was low and almost regretful. “No, he doesn’t get it. And honestly, I don’t know how to make him understand.”

Rafe slowed down as they approached a secluded spot near the beach, the familiar sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore filling the air. He turned off the engine, and the silence settled between you once again.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone, Y/N,” Rafe said, his tone softer now, as if trying to soothe the tension that had been lingering. “Especially not John B.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Something about Rafe’s words made you feel both uneasy and strangely comforted. But you pushed it aside, trying to focus on the situation at hand.

“I’m not here to talk about him,” you said, your voice steady but your heart beating a little faster than usual.

Rafe smirked. “Good. Because I’d rather talk about us.”

Your eyes narrowed, the tension still between you, but now it was charged with something more dangerous. You could feel the pull between you both again, that same magnetic attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface.

“What about us?” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

Rafe leaned over, his face only inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “You know exactly what I mean.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as his hand slid up to gently touch your chin, tilting your face toward his.

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. The intensity of it left you breathless, and for a moment, you lost yourself in the feeling. But then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Rafe pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“If you want this, Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter, almost serious, “then don’t let anyone tell you no.”

You stared at him, torn between what you knew was wrong and the overwhelming pull to be with him again. Your brother’s warnings echoed in your mind, but Rafe’s words held you in place. It was the same push-and-pull, the same dangerous game you were caught in.

You didn’t know what to do next. But you knew, in that moment, you weren’t ready to walk away.

[taohun]

genuinely what is people’s obsession with going “well your blog is public soooooo?????” or like continuing to go “debate me!!! you aren’t RESPONDING to MY points!!!”

[feynavaley]

Today a coworker of mine said that I "look like one of those Japanese anime girls" and I still haven't figured out whether it was a positive thing in his mind or he meant it in a derogatory way. 😅

[i-am-a-fish]

Sex Ed Time

ok I'm gonna tell you about some things that might happen if you are transitioning m->f. this is not a comprehensive list just my own experience, be sure to do your own research I just really wanted to voice how this affects me because I think open discussion about this type of stuff is just more helpful for everyone rather than keeping it private

BOOBS HURT WHEN THEY GROW

your sex drive (libido) will probably go down a lot

facial hair is very hard to get rid of

my go-to gender affirming clothing is high-waisted jeans. I suggest going to a goodwill or some sort of cheap store that lets you try on clothes to figure out what you like

muscle mass will go down, fat will be redistributed

boobs do all sorts of crazy stuff when you run / exercise

overtime your skin will get softer, you also might smell nicer, and I've been told it can thin body hair but I don't really see it all that much 🤷

your brain chemistry can change when you reduce testosterone and increase estrogen, there are lots of factors that contribute toward any changes to your personality, but hormones can have an impact as well. for me this is a good thing because I struggle with allowing myself to feel emotions sometimes, no matter how hard I tried I was never really able to get myself to cry. I've gotten closer to being able to cry since I started transitioning though and that makes me very happy

this is a slow process that can take several years, ultimately you're going to be in your body for several years regardless, so if this is something you want it's definitely something you should try to pursue if possible. the time will pass anyways, and it does feel nice to work towards something that can make you happier.

also this is very important, you don't need to do any sort of hormone replacement therapy in order to be trans. not everybody can access HRT, and for those who can access it, not everybody wants to take on all the changes that come with treatments. you don't have to chemically or physically change your body in any way in order to deserve respect

all right that's all I have for right now feel free to add anything in the comments, I would especially like to hear from trans men what your experiences have been, I think openly talking about these types of things can really help some people

[yuujispinkhair]

Hockey player! Sukuna headcanons

Inspired by this lovely ask by @subarusuguru. You made my head spin with the idea of hockey player Sukuna!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! I had to write a little something 💗

Pairing: Hockey player!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 700 Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of injuries, but nothing bad. All characters are of age. Divider by @/benkeibear

Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a devil on the ice. The rival teams always know they will have several injured players after each match against Sukuna. He has a very aggressive playstyle, and his speed and strength, combined with his quick mind, make him unstoppable.

Hockey player!Sukuna, whose maroon eyes always find you when he enters the ice. He winks at you and makes a kissy face, laughing when you blow him a kiss back. The whole hockey arena can know that you are his, and he is yours. And anyone who dares make a rude comment about him being so soft for his girl will receive a brutal body check that sends them facefirst onto the ice or into the boards.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who has a mad glint in his eyes during the whole match. He is ambitious and confident, and he always plays to win. He loves being an asshole and taunt his opponents, laughing when he can get under their skin with his snide comments. But no matter how much Sukuna riles them up, they still aren't able to stop him because he always puts his whole anger and strength into his game.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a completely different man when he goes on the ice with his princess. Treating you with so much care and being such a gentleman. He holds your hand to make sure you don't fall when he teaches you how to ice skate. And once he can see you are ready for the next step, he lets go of you and tells you to skate toward him to get a kiss.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who has so much fun when showing you how to play hockey. Your time on the ice is filled with playful fights and good-natured teasing comments that are so flirty that you get butterflies the whole time. His laugh sounds different too, happy and free, and he only uses his strength to pick you up and pin you against the boards so he can kiss you until you are breathless.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who grins that charming grin when he lets you score and praises you for being such a natural talent, even though you know you suck. Of course, Sukuna also has to show off a little in front of his girl, and he steals the puck from you easily, making you gasp at his speed and watch with wide eyes and a smitten expression on your face as your boyfriend skates across the ice and shoots the puck into the goal with so much force it almost rips the net.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who feels a proud buzz running through his veins anytime he sees you in his jersey. Somehow it drives him crazy to see you walking around with his last name on your back. It spurs him on to play even better and show you that he is worthy to be your man. Maybe he should buy a ring and give you his last name on your ID too, and not just on a jersey.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to fuck you in the locker room after every match when his teammates have left. A victory fuck to celebrate when he is still pumped full of adrenaline and euphoria, pulling you onto his lap and bouncing you on his thick cock while groaning in your ear and telling you that it is all thanks to your love and support that makes him play so damn good. Or an angry fuck after a loss to make him feel ok again, lifting you up and slamming you against the shower wall, snapping his hips fast, fucking you hard and deep, growling your name when he cums in you and finds sweet relief in your warm cunt.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who can't stop smiling when you dote on him when he is injured after a rough match. He has a high pain tolerance and doesn't really worry all that much about the injuries, but he loves it when you take care of him and look at him with so much worry in your eyes. It makes him feel so warm, and so he happily plays along and lets you change his bandages, pet his hair, and cuddle him.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to win, but who thinks his biggest victory was winning your heart.

I am so in love with him!! Thank you so much for sending me that prompt!! I hope you liked my little headcanons ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[shoyoist]

chat do we accept thirsts in this room ....... i cant stop thinking abt rin literally being a canonical drooler like hello??? new fap material finally

seeing him like that made me sit up straight fr like ohhh he's the kind that goes crazy huh!! content: fem reader, making out, a lil unintended choking, MESSY pussy eating ++ (unprotected) missionary so he can drool onto your tits!

itoshi rin who just gets a little too lost in the heat of his desire. he may be all cold eyes and dismissive comments — acting the part of a man who cares for nothing but himself, but anyone who knows him knows different. especially you, his sweet girl that's crawled her way into his heart and knows him best.

when he lays eyes on your body, dressed so pretty in the colors he likes best on you, looking at him with the sort of anticipation in your eyes that somehow make you look so innocent to him; it makes his mouth water.

he doesn't say much, but you know almost way more than you need to by how he handles you. pressing up against you, hands gripping the back of your thighs and dragging you up against him so his bulge presses into your lower stomach. swallowing thickly as he runs his eyes over you one more time before going in for a kiss.

you know he tries to maintain his composure — but you really do drive rin crazy. his kisses are open-mouthed, sloppy, and he groans with his tongue down your throat. "pretty." he says under a breath, sounding almost shy if not for the dirty words. "what's this for? you want a nice, good fucking, is that it?"

he says it like you've been provoking him till he finally snapped. but really, all he did was take a look at you dolled up for him. he's the one that wants to fuck you nice and good.

itoshi rin who nearly hits his own head on the headboard with how fast he gets on top of you in bed. bracing himself against the board with one arm, he kisses you, so wet and sticky; his other hand finds the plush of your tit and squeezes, thumb flicking your nipple.

he grabs you by the throat like he's about to tear into you with his teeth, and he takes your breath away as he kisses you up the side of your jaw, leaving little bites here and there. he ravishes you, saying nothing but an occasional whisper of praise or a curse that slips out between kisses.

itoshi rin who grabs your hips again and spreads your legs apart, pushing your knees nearly to your chest so he can have all the room he wants to eat you out. your pussy's wet enough that it glistens up at him, and you think he even takes a fucking sniff of it before he lowers his mouth on it and sticks his tongue right in your cunt.

"rin!" your gasp goes entirely unheard — the taste of you is the one other thing that keeps rin sane, and he likes to have his fill of it. his tongue is long, and he loves fucking you with it. it would embarrass you if it didn't feel so fucking good — so loud and sloppy, drenching your thighs and his whole face, spit trailing down the curves of your ass to soak into the sheets. he's so messy with it.

he laps at your folds, curling his tongue and taunting your clit, taking both forever and too soon to drive you past the edge to your orgasm. and god, does he make you cum. by the time he gets you there, it's so damn wet you wouldn't know if you'd squirted all over his face or not.

he comes up for a kiss with a mixture of his spit and your slick dripping down his chin, and when your mouths meet you taste your own pussy on his glossy lips. "god, rin."

"mm," he gives you only a brief answer, eyes clouded over as he palms his boner, sticking his hand between your legs to wet his it before giving himself a few pumps. "good girl."

he doubles over to suck on your tits as he slips his dick into you, and he groans along with your gasp of his name as he goes all the way in. and he loves how you tremble against him, trying to stay coherent for him as he taps your cheek and makes you look up at him.

"so deep," you sigh out for him, knowing he likes to hear it. "so big, rin." he kisses you with his first thrust, eating your moan up before pulling away and finally focusing on his own pleasure.

itoshi rin who fucks you with his mouth open and his tongue out, bending down every now and then to kiss you, and each time he pulls away there's strings of spit between your mouths that disconnect and drip down both your chins.

a sheen of sweat forms over his skin, and the dark strands of his hair stick to his forehead as he holds himself up over you, cock twitching in your cunt as he increases his pace, chasing his high. he doesn't even notice when a string of drool falls from the tip of his hanging tongue and hits your chest right between your tits.

in all fairness, you don't notice either. he's got you feeling so much else, so much pleasure, you don't feel a thing else.

and when he cums, he fills you up with ropes of sticky white before pulling out, getting the rest of it on your stomach and tits, beads of cum decorating your skin as you gasp his name.

"fuck, rin, you make such a fucking mess." you tell him as fiercely as you can, but all rin pays attention to is the way your body trembles and spasms with little waves of bliss. you're so fucking pretty — he wants to do it all over again.

[nemesyaaa]

sweet babyface // toxic!bbydaddy!rafe x reader

summary ; rafe was decided to make your little one, a kook princess. and if it means to spend a million of dollars on a diamond swarovski tiara just to see it on the head of his daughter, you can be sure he's gonna do it.

warnings ; basically fluff but i would add +18 bc of a little bit of suggestive content but not real smut. mention of breeding kink. kind of toxic relationship. a bit of stalking. financial dependence. be aware of the warnings.

author's note ; i just wanted to mention @princessbrunette for the bbydaddy!rafe verse. you can check it on her account <3

even if you tried every time to keep him away, push him away, avoid him or chase him, rafe always came back. you could be cold, distant, suspicious and even cruel, he didn't care. by the way, he was better than you at that game anyway? it wasn’t for nothing that you always lost trying to fight him. he was winning while you were just exhausting yourself out. sometimes you wonder why you let him into your life, why you thought it would be a good idea to have a baby with him when everyone on the island told you he was unstable and uncontrollable. some even laughed at your situation, saying it was like giving something to the devil and hoping he doesn't use it against you.

you couldn't say rafe was a bad father. your daughter had always been outrageously spoiled. he always gave her the biggest and greatest gifts. nothing was ever good enough for his princess. he always thought big when it came to his baby. even if you were a pogue, he wanted to raise her as a fucking kook.

and sometimes you wondered if he did all this out of pure fatherly love or out of narcissism or ego.even if you hated him so much, he absolutely needed to make sure your child was on his side. every time he was there, it was like you no longer existed. the house was full of "dad," "daddy, “ or “ papa, " and babbling and laughing. it was always his name, she never called you. and you always felt a pang in your heart every time he grabbed her in his big veiny arms, making her the happiest little girl before taking her away from you to go on some weekly trips.

even when he was not at home, it was always with the toys he gave her that she played, the dresses he gave her that she wore, the hairstyles that he validated by facetime that she asked you to make, the meals he delivered that she wanted to eat. she was truly daddy’s girl. even in her facial features.

so no matter how much you tried to ignore him, he was still there somehow . through the demands of your daughter, the hundreds of deliveries a day to your door, the objects in this house and even its walls because he was obviously the one who paid for it.

you didn't need to work. you had access to all his cards. at first you spent tons of money on unnecessary expenses hoping it would drive him crazy but the next day you saw that even more money had been added to the bank account.

but rafe cameron didn't give you access to his banking data out of pure kindness and affection alone. he was also looking for a way to control you, and stay in your life. then, with that, he could also stalk you and do inappropriate things like when you bought lingerie and he received the bill. he couldn't stop himself from sending you a message. “don't want to see me, but you dress yourself like you want me to give you a second baby ;) ”

the only rule was that you were forbidden from going to see another man and even less from inviting him to the house. he manipulated you by saying it was for your daughter's mental balance but it was purely out of jealousy. and you knew it very well. you weren't the stupid naive girl he had gaslighted in the past and who he could lie to so easily anymore.

one day, you were giving your kid the extremely expensive cupcakes rafe had bought for her breakfast, trying not to comment on the ridiculousness of the prices but especially the situation, and there was a knock at the door. when you saw through the blinder that it was him, you stepped back discreetly, swallowing hard to not clench. your heart was beating fast in your ribcage as you were trying to silence your stepfoots.

“I know you're here.” you had heard his loud firm raspy voice through the door. “baby, i can hear you breathing and backing up from here. come on, i thought we both get over the time i scared you. ”

he continued to knock on the door until your old neighbor called you claiming that a crazy madman was in front of your house and didn't want to leave.

you had been forced to open up to him which made you even angrier.

but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you, the insatiable white colgate smile. his clean and fresh mullet was long enough that hair brushed the back of his neck. he was wearing one of his perfect black suits with the sleeves rolled up to show a glimpse of his nice shirt. a Rolex was tight around his veiny wrist, and the same rings he always wore were wrapped around his fingers.

he had his ear pierced recently with your daughter. you had been against it, but she still wanted to do like her father so you had no authority over the sweet monster. but you had to admit that the jewelry suited them both so well. especially on rafe, you couldn't help but think about kissing his ear, but especially biting his earlobe while caressing the silver piercing until it's wet and rolling against your tongue. all this perhaps while thinking of having a baby again.

“I should be allowed to come here whenever I want. " he had sworn under his breath, staring at you with his evil blue eyes.

“tell me what you have to say or I’ll call the police.” you replied shortly.

"I want to see my girl. I mean, the one who likes to call me daddy. "

“It’s not funny and she doesn’t want to…”

you hadn't had time to finish speaking before your babyface's little footsteps were running on the floor to come into the hall.

“daddy! " she exclaimed before being carried off the ground to snuggle into her father's strong arms, her little frame being hidden by the size of his biceps.

“that's my little girl.” he welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, making her chuckle.

"I missed you! please, stay !" your kid had asked with bubbly face and pleading eyes, her childish pout so irresistible to say no.

“of course, I’m staying.”

“raf…” you started but he ignored you, walking in the house without your permission into the living room.

“I have something for you, peaches. ”

he took a present out of his bag and you rolled your eyes. you already knew it was going to be something crazy like the giant dollhouse he built in her bedroom, or the huge dinette in the playroom, or a scary tall comfort teddy bear that she couldn't even carry in her tiny hands. sometimes you wondered what he could offer to her because she already had everything. he had literally built her a heaven.

your daughter's eyes widened in surprise, while a smile floated across her lips in excitement. she opened the gift and took out a silver tiara set with diamonds and stunning crystals signed by Swarovski.

“she’s a baby, rafe…” you commented.

"no, she's a princess. " he corrected you and fixed your little one's hair before putting the tiara on her head, and placing a smack on her forehead. “ don't you see that kook babyface ? ”

she giggled before wrapping her hands around his neck to thank him.

“we need to talk.” you said.

"later. i have a princess to honor for now."

you wanted to fight back and kill him but you couldn't resist your daughter's face. she was happy to be with her father. and you knew it was important for girls to establish a strong bond with their father. and there was this bright spark that shone in her eyes every time she saw him that made you melt.

so you let him stay at home. he stayed with her all day. she managed to make him do whatever she wanted, and that's how he found himself playing with dolls, watching the princess and the frog, doing karaoke to barbie songs, serving as a client for a makeup session, and judging all of her princess dresses while she was making him a haul.

No matter how angry you were that he showed up like that and decided to stay, you couldn't deny the fact that he was damn good, that in the moment, you couldn't find any reason not to like him, even when he caught you spying on them and sent you a smirk to remember that you had no control.

you had decided to do some cleaning, to leave them both for a bit until the end of the day. after a long moment, rafe decided to leave her alone for a bit.

you were downstairs, and you were making food. he raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “don’t forget me.”

“no I’m sorry, I’m cooking for two and you’re not included in it.”

“I was included in this pussy to make you a baby so you can include me in this meal for one night, baby. ‘s nothing. ” he shouted back, chewing some gum arrogantly.

“don’t be trashy.”

"you used to like this..." he carefully said, because he knew he was treading on sensitive ground.

he stood in front of you, picking a taste of the ranch sauce from the bowl before putting it in his mouth. you watched him do it, glaring at the smile on his so fucking evil lickable lips.

“ taste's good. ”

“I want you to leave. “

"We should ask every part of your body if they're okay with this. Maybe it would put you back into your place to feel betrayed by your own self. "

“You’re not good for her.” you confessed.

“I am her father. And from what i know, she's very happy with me. You're the one to have a problem with my presence here. ”

"Please, leave the house. I don't want to call the police."

“exactly, baby.” he moved to stand behind you, rearranging a strand of your hair, his breath hot on the back of your neck. “you don’t want to do it. And you're not forced to do it…” he caressed your hand, slowly putting the knife away from your fingers.

“Step back.”

"I want to stay here tonight. Just this night. She really wants me to stay and would it be cruel to make her sad? You don't want to be the villain, right ? "

“don’t try to manipulate me.”

" mmh, just telling the truth and it makes you mad. you can hate me if you want but she needs me. i'm her dad and you know if I wanted to, I could make her come with me but I love seeing you together. you're a great mom.”

"you will sleep on the couch. and that is non-negotiable. you don't try anything with me, is that okay?"

“Come on, we can sleep together. We are mature and consenting adults.” he replied. "There's nothing I haven't seen before, baby. I know all that lingerie as well as that body hidden behind it."

“about that, stop stalking my bills.”

"Mine , baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself.”

"After trying them, I'm not sure that you're big enough now. “

jesus, you knew how to provoke him and it worked. he had sniffed the air loudly, trying to contain himself because honestly, he only wanted one thing at the moment, a strong urge that was to fuck you dirty on that counter until he was sure to see your hole tearing to death and dripping to get his cock in. jesus, yeah, he would give anything to see you grimace because it will never fit in but prove you wrong by giving you a second baby.

his jaw was tense and his nostrils were flared. he was forced to clench his fist to avoid touching you. " the day when your babygirl will want a little sister or brother, you better be begging on all fours on my fucking doorstep to convince me to give you another baby. so better to start now and stretch that hole very hard before it's happening because i'm gonna make sure to be breeding you enough to change your whole dna. ”

“ aren't you tired of thr…”

“mom, dad, what are you talking about?” the little girl burst into the kitchen, still with her tiara on her head. a smile appeared when she saw that her dad was still there. because it was rare for him to stay that late.

you warned rafe with your eyes, slashing violently at pieces of vegetables with the knife back in your hand.

“ we were thinking that i could stay tonight. what's your thoughts on this, little one ? want daddy to stay ? ”

“ yes ! i don't want you to leave. stay foreveeeer with me. ”

“ but you know, he can't. he's a businessman. ” you replied.

“ what do you mean, baby ? my only business is right here. ”

” Rafe. ” you said.

“ Baby ? ” he replied with a cocky smile. “ Why don't you tell us what you're cooking ? Seems delicious. Maybe we could get a taste. ”

“ Sweetie, can you go to your room for a second ? I need to talk with your dad. It's not gonna be long. ”

She pouted but agreed after Rafe promised her something if she was listening to her mom.

“you know you can’t stay. "

"All I know is that there is my name in the papers of this house, on your bills, and even on your documents. If I can't stay, you can't escape. So what's better ? ”

[5sospenguinqueen]

Taste | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: She’ll just have to taste you when he’s kissing her. When Max and Kelly break up, the pair of you start something sweet. But, it only lasts a short while when your conflicting schedules drive him back into her arms. 

Warnings: Kelly Piquet slander. 

Requested: No, I’m just obsessed with making up fantasies whilst I drive home from work with my music on

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter (yes, I know she’s used a lot but I stole her song and her occupation so why not steal her face) 

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f1wags max verstappen and kelly piquet both confirmed they have seperated, posting a short statement on their instagram stories. the news comes after months of speculation after explosive arguments were caught on camera

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user1 omg did anyone see that red bull admin liked this and then unliked it

user2 thank god! i’ve been waiting for this day for ever

user3 can we see him date someone his own age now that didn’t go after him when he was a teen? 

user4 finally! turns out manifesting works 

user5 he always looked so upset after they argued. hopefully he finds someone good for him

user6 hear me out, but how hot would he look with yn ln

→ user7 like they’d ever cross paths. he’s an athlete and she’s a pop star 

→ user6 yes but my point is that they would look hot together 

→ user8 he did have one of her songs playing in the background of a stream once?

user9 i love how she’s really laying it on thick in hers and he’s just like “yeah, it’s over” 

→ user10 we love an unbothered king

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mclaren we have a special guest in the garage this weekend. thank you @/yn_ln for joining us

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yn_ln thank you so much for having me! i had an amazing weekend but i don’t think i’ll be in a rush to do hot laps again

→ landonorris don’t be like that. i know you had fun! 

→ yn_ln idk who trusted you with a licence but they should be fired

→ landonorris idk why they call you short and sweet :( 

user1 she looks soooo good wtf  liked by maxverstappen1

oscarpiastri it was really fun having you in the garage. thank you for making lando seem tall. now he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend

→ yn_ln f1 girlies, can you tell me if he’s dating the curly haired one?

→ oscarpiastri well played. i apologise for bringing your height into this

→ user2 yes, yes they are, yn

user3 chat, is this real? my fave singer in my fave team’s garage! two worlds colliding 

charles_leclerc omg please stop by ferrari. my girlfriend, alex, absolutely loves you

→ yn_ln come pick me up! (‘cause i don’t know my way around the paddock) and i’d love to meet her

user4 omg somebody tell max. i hope she gets lost and stumbles into red bull

→ user5 my delusions might come true if that happens

→ user6 he saw her when charles was walking her over to ferrari

→ user4 and?! 

→ user6 nothing. he turned around and went back into the garage

→ user7 yeah after he went bright red! 

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f1wags only two months since his split from model, kelly piquet, max verstappen has been linked to singer, yn ln. the pair have been spotted numerous times on dates and caught in moments of affection

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user8 yn’s clothing brand liked this! 

→ user9 that doesn’t mean anything?

→ user8 well, considering that is her own brand, and they’re a part of her image, i’d say it means something 

user10 anyone else notice that they’re wearing different outfits in every photo, which means they’re all from different days/dates

user11 i’m going feral

user12 okay but you can’t even deny that this is them because it very clearly is 

user13 people said i was crazy when i talked about these two being together! 

user14 they’re so hot together. i might actually combust 

user15 i’m (s)creaming

user16 the hand holding 🥹 they’re not just fucking

user17 my new otp 

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kellypiquet my 🩷

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→ user1 aha this is such a dry response lmao 

user2 wtf? i thought he was with yn

→ user3 that was just a rumour 

user4 he looks much better with yn 

→ user5 yeah but she can’t give him the stable relationship he needs so no wonder he went back to kelly. she’s always there lmao 

→ user6 yeah because she never lets that man go. she’s possessive and it’s not healthy

user7 max is so cute with p 

user8 my favourite thing about this post is that all of these pics are old because max is currently in a press conference with his long hair, not these short strands

user9 how could he leave yn like this? they were so cute together 

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yn_ln in honour of my tour starting, please enjoy my new single taste! 💋

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user1 omg a new album, a new tour and an additional song?

alexandrasaintmleux got this on repeat 

→ charles_leclerc this is true. it’s all we’ve had in the car

→ alexandrasaintmleux don’t act like you don’t know all the words 

user2 this was 100% written because of the max situation

jennaortega but how hot do we look 

user3 not kelly liking this! 

→ user4 i like to think the middle picture is aimed at her for stealing yn’s man

redbullracing blue is definitely your colour

→ mclaren she looks better in orange 

→ scuderiaferrari we think she should try red next 

→ yn_ln i’ll wear whatever colour invites me to watch rich men drive around in circles next

→ alpinef1team pink it is! 

landonorris i liked the parts where you died

oscarpiastri oh so you’re allowed to make height comments but i wasn’t?

→ yn_ln please refer to the end picture

user5 chat, i can’t stop thinking about “he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue” 

→ user6 max verstappen, i was not familiar 

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yn_ln i heard there’s some sort of race on so i thought i would show some support. let’s play spot the team

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user7 omg did you see that charles and alex were there! 

→ user8 and pierre and kika

→ user9 well, we know who got charles in the divorce 

user10 we all know who red bull wants in max’s garage 👀

→ user11 the fact that they liked a gossip post of him dumping kelly and are now all over yn’s insta 

user12 okay but the placement of the bulls has me weak in the knees

user13 who’s your favourite driver? 

→ yn_ln daniel ricciardo

→ danielricciardo showing this to everyone i know

→ user14 does that include max? liked by danielricciardo 

user15 we love a petty queen because you can’t tell me the writing isn’t aimed at kelly and max 

→ user16 and the bull instead of the kiss

mclaren we’re hurt. truly hurt that you didn’t post a pic with our logo 

→ yn_ln you have a whole insta post dedicated to you! 

alexandrasaintmleux the hottest concert i’ve ever been to

→ charles_leclerc still can’t believe she arrested you when i was right there

landonorris does this mean you can come to the race? like you’re practically already there??

→ oscarpiastri i second this

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requests open. i'm just slow haha

coming soon; lewis hamilton baby angst

this wasn’t due out until next week but MAX WON!!! And so I’m posting this in honour of that. I’m just sorry this was planned as angst 😬😂

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DILF!SEUNGCHEOL (+18, mdni)

A/N: to the anon that requested for some dilf cheol, i love u i am u. i think about dilf cheol probably 20 times a day. wanted to write a hc but got carried away…as u can see… 2k words 💨💨💋

WARNINGS: smut, DILF CHEOLL, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), dom!cheol, sub!reader, f reader, it’s pretty mild…i think…

dilf!cheol whom you met while bringing your niece to her weekly soccer practice. you often helped to babysit her, and you loved seeing her in action — playing passionately every sundays, calling out to her aunt on the field with her adorable pigtails

dilf!cheol first noticed you on one fateful saturday practice at the stands, shades at the top of your head, pretty face with your ponytail dangling behind you

dilf!cheol comes up to you; telling you that you look younger than all the other parents here. you explain that you’re here for your niece, while he mentions his own daughter on the soccer field

dilf!cheol wastes no time, and asks you out on a date the second time yall meet during practice, as if you could say no to the most handsome man you’ve ever met in your 22 years of living…

dilf!cheol decided that a gem like you deserved the finest things in life — bringing you to his favourite restaurant, a private room he booked out specially for you, the best wine on the menu, with the most spectacular view (especially the man in front of you clad in a sleek button up, hair flawless as he combs it back every few minutes)

dilf!cheol who has his own successful company running, always mentions how his daughter is the light of his life, the one thing that kept him going after his ex-girlfriend up-ed and left after leaving pretty little sua on his doorstep. all he wants is to provide the best for his lil munchkin

dilf!cheol being a gentleman, drives you home and you invite him up for some tea, not wanting to end the night there. he agrees, though it probably wasn’t the best decision; considering how he told himself not to fuck you yet — not after a few more dates (he strongly believes he does not have the sex drive of a 20 year old) aaand he really did not trust himself to be in a room alone with you

dilf!cheol was right — feeling all his self-restraining effort go down the drain as he looks at you, sitting so damn near him on the couch, you might as well be on his lap.

you weren’t playing though. you wanted him, and you needed him immediately. your hands dancing dangerously on his thighs, leaning in closer to him whenever he made a witty comment.

fuck the water that was done boiling. you weren’t going to leave this couch to go make some tea, all you could think about was how cheol looked like he was about to lose it too.

he leans in. you lean in. “cheol…” the way you uttered his name in such a soft and slightly raspy manner made his breath hitch. he definitely caught on to the slight cry and need for him to make the move

that was all he needed, before he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you so fucking deep, you could feel every crevice of his pretty cherry lips, drenched with the need to meet yours. his tongue — oh god his tongue, dancing with yours half way through the kiss, as if teasing you, showing you what that pink muscle of his was capable of.

dilf!cheol loved making demands. first, you were to strip out of your red dress slowly, standing in front of the couch where he sat, manspreading with his elbows propped up on the sofa. he stares, hungrily, eyes watching every movement you made to remove that article of clothing that was driving him crazy all night.

after which he demanded you to sit on his lap like a good girl — making sure you knew that he loves rewarding good girls. the dark spot on your lace panties made him chuckle. “you wanted this that bad princess? had to ask me if i wanted a cup of tea, when this was your true intention all along…” he traces his finger along your thigh as you settle down on his lap.

you let out a whine — embarrassed, but it was true. “why princess? admit it, you wanted me so bad you were willing to do anything to get us in this situation,” his fingers continued tracing to the back of your bra, unhooking it with one hand, letting the lace material fall to the ground.

“yes cheol, i wanted you so fucking bad i- , you looked so good, during dinner a-all i could think about was you fucking me right,” you moaned out, gripping on his hard shoulders, nails clutching on the fabric of his button up.

he let out a groan, “you thought about that during dinner? my dirty girl, so filthy — all for me, i made you like this didn’t I,” his hands travel to your tits, thumbs brushing on your hard nipples, before pinching both buds and pulling on them, eliciting a load shriek and moan from you.

“yes cheol, you did.. n-need you..” he latched his hot lips on your nipple, showing you once again the power of his pink muscle, licking and sucking like it was his favourite candy. it felt so fucking good you couldn’t help but cry out, grinding down on his crotch. feeling like any more attention towards your sensitive tits could make you cum sooner than expected.

“fuck princess you’re fucking soaking, i can already imagine how good that warm cunt will feel around my fingers, around my tongue..”

“and your cock cheol, need you to be inside me,”

“patience, i told you good girls get rewarded,” as if he himself could wait any longer.

he carries you to your room, laying you on your soft sheets. with no buffer time, you feel a pair of lips at your center, licking through the soaked material.

“o-oh my god, cheol,” he rips the material off you, leaving you exposed right in front of him, and he swears he’s never felt this hungry for pussy before. he licks, he inserts that tongue of his down your warm cunt, pushing the walls open, slurping every single drop of you he can. wrapping his thick lips around that sensitive nub of yours, sucking it hard enough that you cry out, arching your back as you laced your fingers through those locks of his, pushing him closer.

“so good.. so good cheol…more more..,” you were a broken record, all you could think about was chasing your high, and the man in front of you was more than happy to make that happen.

“yeah, princess? so good for me, so fucking delicious you deserve to be eaten out every day every fucking hour, goddd,” wanting to look at your pretty face as he makes you come, he rubs your sensitive engorged clit roughly in tight fast circles, while inserting two fingers without warning.

you screamed out, unable to control the unhinged moans slipping out of your lips. you felt otherwordly, as if you were ascending into a new realm with immense pleasure. “fuck, cheol oh my god oh my god,” your moans going higher in pitch when he curled his fingers, touching that textured gummy pad deep inside you, hitting it non stop.

“wanna cum princess? i know you want to, feels so fucking good doesn’t it? i know princess i know,” he spoke in an overly sweet tone, and it just made you clench around him even more. your knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping those poor sheets.

“i wanna cum cheol, can i cum now? please please please,” your sweat blends with a drop of tear sliding down the side of your face, feeling your high literal seconds away.

cheol’s cock hurts, straining so bad against those dress pants of his. he needs to be inside you now, but he wants you to — no, needs you to come before that. “fuck, you can cum princess, let go for me,”

and you let go, spasming around his fingers, with the loudest cry of the night yet, body jerking up from the immense sensation of flood gates opening.

“yeah that’s right, princess, so good for me, so pretty when you cum, feels so good doesn’t it,” cheol swears he could cum in his pants at the sight of you coming undone, wrecked on his fingers. and he thinks to himself — it’s a sight he wants the privilege to have, every night, for the rest of his life possibly.

you came down from your high panting, looking up to see cheol in his boxers already, pulling them down, only to reveal the prettiest, girthiest cock you’ve ever seen, and all you want is for him to be in you, for him to make you his.

“i-i’m on the pill, you can go for it cheol,” you muttered out with whatever strength you had left in that moment, all you can think about was being pumped full of cheol’s cum. his heart thumps at your words. he lets out a groan, stroking his member as he gets back on top of you, and you admire how his muscle — his biceps and shoulders goes taut, god, he looked so fucking strong, you were about to cum the second time looking at him.

“ready princess? swear m’gonna fuck you til you’re full of my cum,” and he slowly inserts his full length inside of you, and you moan at the stretch his thick cock gives you.

“hnnng, so thick cheol, so big,” you moaned, nails gripping on his shoulders and he grabs both of your wrists, slamming it right above you on the pillow, holding you right there. you whined, while he spotted a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“look at you princess, so fucked out when i’ve just barely started, is my cock that good baby? hmm? you like it that much?” one hand pinning your wrists down, the other adjusting your leg above his shoulder. the angle making you feel him in places you didn’t know you could.

“this is what you wanted, right princess? fuuuck look at you, so fucking pretty all under me,” he falters; wanting to degrade and embarrass you to utter filth, but looking at you being so good under him, he can’t help but praise you, telling you how good you’re being for him.

your heart swells, pussy gripping onto him even tighter if that was even possible, “cheol…i wanna cum again, wanna cum around you,” you whine out, eliciting a deep growl from the man above you.

“i swear princess, you drive me fucking crazy,” he snaps his hips into you in an insane pace, feeling so lost in the feeling of you and your warm slippery cunt hugging his cock so good he thinks he went to heaven and back for a moment.

as he feels his release approaching, he’s in disbelief at how fast it comes, but he can’t hold it in any longer. “cum with me princess, fuck, can’t take it anymore, need to fill you up nice and full with my cum.” his moans get louder and you love how needy he sounds; not holding back, moaning your name with a crack in his voice.

with no warning, your orgasm crashes over you, arching your back, crying out cheol’s name as you spasm around him. “fuuuck baby i’m coming,” with slower thrusts, cheol leans down to give you a passionate kiss as he releases his hot load into you, it spills and shoots, so much fucking cum that it leaks out immediately and you moan at the feeling, at complete bliss being so full of his cum.

dilf!cheol giving you the best aftercare ever, you’re his and only his now, his princess and now he self declares that he’s going to take care of you like no other man could, or will!

dilf!cheol has a stamina of a teenager, going for multiple rounds throughout the night, leaving marks all over you, needing so bad to claim you as his.

yup…trust that i’m not done w dilf cheol and i’ll be back with MOREEE ✍️💋 anws i hope yall like it <33 if you did, like/comment/rb to lmk what u think abt it 😍 thanks for reading lovelies,, xoxo 😘💨💋

[saisiprincessa]

GORGEOUS GIRL VAUNT ❥❃

scripting beauty…

why am i so pretty, like jaw-dropping pretty? I can’t enter a room without being starred at in awe. I can’t walk the street without people telling me how gorgeous I am, honestly it’s just become normal to me. I melt hearts with just a stare, I make minds go blank with just a second of eye contact and the tiniest touch.

I have been blessed with the most beautiful face in existence. Although some bitches try, there is no angle of me that could ever make me look bad, i always get comments on how insane that is.

“Why do you never look bad? it’s inane”

Girls use me as a template, they use me as the standard pretty girl. They try and emulate my style and how I walk, but they could never look like me and that’s what drives them crazy.

Men (and women) do insane things to get my attention, how many times has “have my babies” been screamed in my direction, i stopped counting a while ago. My pretty privilege is through the roof, guys have bought me things from jewellery to bags to cars just for an ounce of my attention. Billionaire heirs have asked for my hand in marriage more times that i can count.

Other girls look at me and wonder how it’s fair for a girl to look this good. Eventhough people go crazy of me, i’m so protected to the point where nothing bad can happen to me. The jealousy and obsession never get to a point where they can hurt me.

People don’t believe i’m real when seeing how gorgeous i am, every photo of me is a masterpiece and im literally everyone’s dream girl.

i’m vs angel pretty, the type that people are addicted to, the innocent yet so, so sexy look. I have the type of face people go to war for.

Even though i’m so talented in other areas, my beauty is a main thing im known for, no wonder im a model

[menagerofmischief]

Heart song (OP81)

summary: in the middle of dating rumors, current music industry hit, y/n l/n releases a love song which leaves no space to deny her relationship. -> based on this request

fc: olivia rodrigo

cw: bad language,

a/n: the only bands I listen to are a bunch of old men or a bunch of dead man, safe to say I don't know much about bands so I made her a solo artist.

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yourusername: something coming soon, or whatever

comments:

ynsleftshoe: oscar in the likes before me again

hooklinesinker: girl same! and I got notifications on cococroissant: the struggle of making it here before pee ass tree vrom vrom is real

ynupdates: mother is cooking and eating for real

sabrinacarpenter: so excited for it!

justonechange: the bond between two girls scorned by a man is unbreakable breakmyback: sabrina is so me right now

likealovesong: my hears are about to be blessed again! thank you god for answering my prayers

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f1wagupdates: seems like a new wag may be entering the paddock, showcasing papaya!

mclaren driver, oscar piastri, has been spotted being touchy and affectionate with pop star, y/n l/n. this is not the first time the two have been spotted together.

comments:

vroomyroom: what the hell is lando doing in the likes of a wag updates page

norrizzz: he's so messy fr

user454: seriously what's wrong with you people, leave them alone!

justanichident: oscar's lucky he's good that polite cat smile because those hands do be wondering

breakmyback: I too am no better than a man (I'd be touching y/n's ass all the time if I could)

user334: ow! they're so cute together!

user331: power couple vibes

user564: ew, he can do so much better

user887: SHE can do much better

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oscarpiastri: great vacation, lots of sun

comments:

macmylarens: if bwoah was an instagram caption it would be tht

rockabye: who does bro think he's fooling with that soft launch

dropstoproll: like sir, we all know that's y/n l/n, now give us some good content

landonorris: you really poured your heart out with that caption mate

ynupdates: I spy with my little eye, y/n in the likes

justonechange: so ... he's not that bad

user423: I get y/n, he's hot

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yourusername: Summer When Everybody Ever Thought, Love In Knowledge Existed, Yellow Orchids Unidentified

see you on august 19th ;)

comments:

ynupdates: NEW ALBUM ALERT!!!

breakmyback: I don't care if a man driving in circles for living inspired it, new music is coming!

sabrinacarpenter: that caption triggered my dyslexia

justonechange: no because same user332: I thought I was the only one!

dotsaredotting: hear me out, the aesthethic of this album is orange (so far), and there's a car, mclaren F1 team is orange ("papaya" or wtv), oscar piastri drives for mclaren, oscar is soft launching, they wore spotted together = they're dating

crazyonce: this is so delulu it may be trululu

ynupdates: in case you thought you were crazy for not getting the caption, every words starts with a capital latters and all the letters together spell SWEET LIKE YOU which is either a song on the album or the name of the album

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yourusername: the way sun shines over beaches, the first taste of summer peaches, yellowed pages of a favorite book it may all be sweet but not sweet like you.

my new album, sweet like you, is now available to stream. this is such a special album for me which is why it's dedicated to such a special person. I love you, Osc, keep on being sweet.

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oscarpiastri: every day I'm grateful I get to have you. you're the sun of my morning, the stars of my evening, the breath of my lungs and the song of my heart. I love you, y/n.

comments:

landonorris: wow, you actually poured your heart out with this one

sabrinacarpenter: she was mine first car boy, remember that

hattiepiastri: I hope you know how much cooler than you your girlfriend is

yourusername: love you too, my sweet boy <3

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i still miss the smoke | ollie bearman social media au

pairing: ollie bearman x fem singer ex reader

where there’s smoke, there’s fire and maybe we miss the warmth

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

y/nfanpage

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y/nfanpage: folklore is finally out and i say for everyone: thank you y/n!!!! another banger i believe, what did you guys think?

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user2: my ears have been BLESSED

user3: she really looked inside my brain and created the exact thing i needed

user4: and THIS is why i have a parasocial relationship sorry!

user5: you can tell she's been writing this a long time because she still sounds so in love

user6: i don't want to be that person that makes all her music about the men but like she's so obviously still in love with ollie

user7: she put the songs invisible string and the 1 on this record and didn't think we would see that she's so in love still

user8: maybe she's hoping that he'll listen and call her?

kimiantonelli: HE BETTER FUCKING CALL JESUS CHRIST

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user8: why did an account with over a million followers just reply to me and then delete his comment?

user9: babe that was soon-to-be mercedes f1 driver kimi antonelli (he's ollie's current teammate)

user8: WHAT?

user10: surely this is a sign?

user11: mum come pick me up they've made up yet another conspiracy about y/n and ollie getting back together

user12: 1. they're still in love argue with the wall 2. fuck ur mum

user11: excuse me?

user12: i said what i said, kimi commenting has proved the fact ollie clearly misses y/n as much as folklore proves she misses him

user13: as an f1 fan it still actually boggles my mind that ollie was actually with Y/N Y/LN

user14: no it's crazy because when he got called up in saudi arabia the first thing charles said to him was 'why didn't you bring y/n we wanted to meet her'

user15: also like the way the viewer count spiked for saudi with all the y/n fans watching

user16: well some of us didn't leave so now i have another expensive hobby and an unhealthy attachment to both of them

olliebearman

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olliebearman: back to the action this weekend

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user17: thank you for my daily dose of bearnelli

user18: i can't believe both will be on the f1 grid next year 😭

user19: i hate that they won't be teammates

user20: you can't separate them they're like bonded cats

charles_leclerc: so when are you growing some balls and calling y/n?

olliebearman: huh?

charles_leclerc: answer me quickly oliver or you're not getting my car in FP1

olliebearman: i don't think you can do that?

charles_leclerc: do you wanna find out the hard way?

olliebearman: i know we have this cool father son thing going and i love that but STAY THE FUCK OF MY LOVE LIFE

charles_leclerc: i don't appreciate your tone young man

charles_leclerc: and i loved folklore and want my vinyl signed :P

olliebearman: go to a meet and greet like a normal person?

charles_leclerc: JUST CALL HER FOR FUCK SAKE

user21: so everyone lost their minds over the summer break i see

user22: well i hate to say it but they have a point - y/n is in the likes

user23: they're feeding my delusions i fear

kimiantonelli: we look like a couple here.... which reminds me ... you could be in a relationship ... if you just PICKED UP THE DAMN PHONE

olliebearman: do you fucking mind?

kimiantonelli: don't speak to me like that :(

olliebearman: this is my instagram page?

kimiantonelli: you keep fucking moping and it's bringing the mood down so do something about it for the love of god

olliebearman: stop airing me out online? I SAW UR TWEET

kimiantonelli: and yet she's still in your likes THERE'S STILL TIME JACKASS

user24: we're trusting these fools to drive f1 cars?

yourusername: i can see all of these comments?

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f1insider

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f1insider: ollie meeting fans this weekend - one fan has stated that when she asked ollie to sign her y/n y/ln shirt he was more than happy to and said that his favourite song from the new album is invisible string and said "i'm still holding my end"

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user27: so he's freaking out about charles and kimi airing him out in public when he's spouting poetry to random f1 fans

user28: I WAS THE FAN and let me tell you bro was GOING THROUGH IT

user29: how so?

user28: well first of all he did a double take when he first saw my shirt and took time to properly look at it before signing - he knew in less than 5 seconds what his favourite song was and had this far off loved up look when he said about the invisible string

user29: oh he's so down bad

user30: the way i just know kimi was there groaning up a storm

user28: you would be correct

user31: someone needs to get that dude some compensation for real

user32: bro is coming into his f1 career known by the wider community as the guy who is the eternal third wheel to a couple who have been broken up for six months

user33: i'm sorry he can't say he's still holding onto the invisible string and just expect us all to be normal about it ?

user34: you can tell he's been with y/n though because before that the most eloquent thing he's said is when he sent carlos his condolences like he DIED

user35: we can't even say he's doing it for her attention because how did he know that the fan would run to social media

user36: based on how kimi is right now i'd put a lot of money on him going on like this at all times

user37: all this to say i hope they get back together because i think seeing y/n at an f1 race would send me into cardiac arrest

user38: she'd be up there for best ever wag i won't lie

user39: i do think she'd be the best but that's also because arguably ollie is more her wag

user40: they've mastered the lovestruck look of watching the person you love doing what they love

user41: we're all going to look so dumb if they never get back together

user42: SHUSH

yourusername

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yourusername: you thought i was done? my bonus track 'the lakes' is out now!

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user43: STUNT ON THEM HOES

user44: this is such a funny comment in the context of how the music actually sounds

user45: okay well she's stepping on the girls' neck and hearing the snap like autumn leaves on the ground

charles_leclerc: amazing song once again y/n!

yourusername: thanks charles :)

charles_leclerc: now, what are we doing about this heartbroken son of mine?

yourusername: excuse me?

charles_leclerc: don't play coy with me miss, i know you're just as pathetically sad as him so why don't you get ur head out of the sand and call him up !!!!

yourusername: you know i saw all of your comments shouting at him to do the same thing

charles_leclerc: i'm standing on business - he was the one who deleted the post

yourusername: does he know you're doing that on my post as well then?

charles_leclerc: don't be stupid i know that fool still has your notifications on i can hear his phone buzzing every time you reply - he's trying to play it cool in the engineering meeting

yourusername: and you don't have to?

charles_leclerc: i told them it was a family emergency

yourusername: charles ????

charles_leclerc: whether you like it or not you are my grid daughter in law and so it does personally pain me when you IDIOTS don't see what is right in front of you - it's not like you have to use messenger pigeons, you can make it work

user46: i know ollie is going to have a heart attack when he finally reads this comments

charles_leclerc: he just snuck to the toilet and i could hear him drop his phone from the meeting room

olliebearman: STOP ARE YOU INSANE

olliebearman: also this is not "family drama" i was genuinely worried something had happened :/

yourusername: come on ollie you should know not to trust that man by now

user47: i know ^^ this is crazy but like bro THE LAKES ??? i swear in an interview y/n spoke about it was her and ollie's dream to spend christmas by the lakes?

user48: WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK

user49: plus the replies??? basically remarried

user50: genuine question for everyone in the comments talking about her getting back with this mystery man - why did they even break up?

user51: ollie was starting his f2 season that was going to secure him an f1 drive and y/n was starting an album cycle and finishing a tour so they broke up because of distance :(

user52: NOT FOR LONG :P

olliebearman

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olliebearman: i took her to the lakes where all the poets went to die (i didn't let her die)

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user54: WE HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE BACK

user55: shout out to kimi antonelli, you survived king

yourusername: you're such a cutie pie

olliebearman: just for you

yourusername: thanks for pushing me in the water and insisting on giving me mouth to mouth .... i think it might have been a front to kiss me tho

olliebearman: sue me, i've missed it :(

yourusername: you'll never be without it ever again

olliebearman: yay 🥳 🎉 😀 !!!!!!!!!

user56: why is he such a fucking nerd when his gf tells him she loves him

user57: he's so fucking real

charles_leclerc: FUCKING FINALLY

kimiantonelli: don't pretend you were on the front line old man

charles_leclerc: old man???? i'm 27

kimiantonelli: okay grandpa do you need directions to the nursing home

charles_leclerc: coming at me when fernando exists is a choice

kimiantonelli: i don't see fernando here complaining up a storm ?

fernandoalo_oficial: i am not taking sides here but the one time i have had a full conversation with ollie this season was during the pre-race parade and he spoke about y/n the whole time

yourusername: awwwww that's so cute bear :3

olliebearman: i told you i am obsessed with you

kimiantonelli: you don't say

olliebearman: just because you can't make references to bearnelli being real now

kimiantonelli: it's not real /??????????

yourusername: ???????

user58: just got her boyfriend back and is immediately has to battle his homoerotic situationship with his teammate

yourusername: i will never be free

olliebearman: he's just a funky lil guy babe, it would be rude to leave him out

kimiantonelli: yeah i'll take it!

kimiantonelli

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kimiantonelli: WAR IS OVER

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user59: the way this man will never let them forget anything about this

user60: i know he's getting his evidence for his best man speech

kimiantonelli: you make a great point

olliebearman: that's a bold assumption that you would be my best man?

kimiantonelli: do not piss me off this morning oliver

yourusername: you can be my man of honour kimi :)

kimiantonelli: score !!!

olliebearman: how did we get here?

yourusername: i am weaponising your homoerotic tension against you

olliebearman: sure, you got me there

user61: are these people ever normal?

user62: nope!

user63: i know the merc and haas PR teams are shaking in their boots

user64: tbf i think haas will be welcoming it - i mean all the y/n fans will probably get the ollie merch next year ?

haasf1team: WE LOVE YOU Y/N 🥰

haasf1team: new wheel guns here we come - thanks y/n fans!

yourusername: thanks for being our lil messenger pigeon for these rough six months, we love you kimi <3

olliebearman: we're so lucky to have someone like you in our lives, forever grateful

kimiantonelli: i know i complained the whole time, i love you guys and i'd go through this weird three way conversation all over again

charles_leclerc: okay now this is all done @yourusername when are you coming to the paddock i have a lot of vinyls for you to sign!

yourusername: you've been very loud throughout this whole situation, why should i?

charles_leclerc: BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR MUSIC

charles_leclerc: and plus i do really want the best for both of you so i let kimi play nice cop

kimiantonelli: you were NOT in on this?

charles_leclerc: YOU'RE WELCOME 😉

olliebearman: let's all smile and wave

yourusername: 😃

kimiantonelli: 😃

yourusername

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yourusername: i knew you were still the 1 for me x

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user66: back to flexing their love on us again

user67: i am cripplingly lonely but i am so happy for them

user68: honestly i think i've been through this breakup with them i also deserve compensation

yourusername: i only got so many hampers i'm sorry gal

maxverstappen1: is now an okay time to ask for tickets to the tour?

yourusername: yes! i'll grab you at a race and we can discuss what shows you want (spoiler alert it mostly lines up with the f1 calendar)

yourusername: also @charles_leclerc take notes on how to ask for things

maxverstappen1: schooled again bozo @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: EXCUSE ME I AM NUMBER 1 Y/N FAN ON THE GRID I AM ALLOWED TO BE INSANE ABOUT HAVING YOU IN THE PADDOCK

olliebearman: .... you're the biggest y/n fan on the grid?

charles_leclerc: you of course don't count

yourusername: you know what? sure! i'm just confused at this point

user69: i think this six month breakup rotted all of our brains at this point

user70: charles being a y/n fan makes a lot of sense tbf

user71: at least he didn't do the corny thing of just pretending his gf is a fan

olliebearman: i did say i'm still holding onto the end of the invisible string

yourusername: and if i told you i never let go either

olliebearman: then i know we were always meant to be

yourusername: ugh i love you

olliebearman: i love you more

kimiantonelli: i love you guys too :D

yourusername: 😭 😭 😭 we love you too kimi

olliebearman: we love you kimi :3

fin.

note: my ass finally finished a draft GOOD LORD and a first one for OLLIE !!!!!!!

[piastrixpole]

but daddy, i love him!! - liam lawson

pairing: liam lawson x alonso!reader

genre: smau

faceclaim(s): aoife molloy, hannah st.john

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sunshine baby☀️

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yourbsf: can’t believe i’ve been ditched for a man💔

->you know you’re still my number one ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux: Glowing as always! ☀️💖

->i learned from the best

user1: yn soft launching a guy?! 😮

user2: how long until fernando and carlos are in her comments freaking out??

->user3: please, nando has definitely already started tracking him down

user4: sunshine looks good on you yn

user5: the prettiest✨

carlossainz55: hermana, who is that?

->me, duh!!

->carlossainz55: what guy thinks he’s good enough for my hermana?! 👀

->i think you're seeing things old man😌

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->logansargeant: dude is that who i think it is?? oh you're so dead mate

->thanks for the vote of confidence mate

->yukitsunoda: have fun being shunted off track by alonso and sainz when they find out

->any chance you wanna protect me

->yukitsunoda: unlike you i don't have a death wish - you're on your own here

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mega drive from liam on his first weekend back p19->p9

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yukitsunoda: good to have you back 🔥💪

ynpriv: MY man😍😋

oscarpiastri: Unreal drive, mate 👏

user1: THAT’S our boy, Liam! 😍

user2: P9 from P19?! i know my goat!!

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pablo approves🐈

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maxverstappen1: pablo should meet up with jimmy and sassy

->for sure!! kitty playdate in monaco?

user 4: aww you guys look so cute together

alexandrasaintmleux: so good to meet him

->landonorris: hang on...ALEX GOT TO MEET HIM AND NONE OF US HAVE

->because she acted normal about it 🥰 hope this helps

fernandoalonso: yn

-> papa

->fernandoalonso: who is he

-> oh no - look at that, i can't read🤦‍♀️

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well...i guess the secret is out - happy anniversary baby💋

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liamlawson30: happy anniversary love 💜 it's been the best year with you by my side

landonorris: no fucking way you kept this a secret so long

->some of us can actually keep secrets landito🤭

carlossainz55: hermana your papa is not going to be happy but i have to admit this is cute

->ty carlos💗

yukitsunoda: finallyyy i was going crazy keeping that a secret

georgerussell63: damn i guess lando was right about it being a driver

->technically he wasn't when you guys were hunting him down

fernandoalonso: yn, call me back

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see you at family dinner padre

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user1: LIAM

user2: oh he matched alonso's cunt a bit too hard

user3: rip liam next race

ynalonso: li...

->love you💜

[ddejavvu]

I just saw an ad Instagram for a thong that said ‘all you can eat buffet’ on it and I am BEGGING you to write James reacting to r wearing it 😭

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's a gag, nothing more. The block letters are ugly, big white shapes that are already cracking on the surface of the red fabric. But their message is worth it: ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET'.

An ad for the thong had jumped out at you during your nightly social media scroll only a few weeks ago, and you'd ordered it while James was snoring beside you. He appreciates a good joke, but he's also been known to appreciate a good meal, and you wonder if the manufacturer had made them personally for you and James.

You wear them beneath the little sleep shorts that drive James crazy, the ones that are so loose he can always catch a glimpse of your underwear beneath them. You're just tucking yourself beneath the blankets, keeping your thigh purposefully visible, when James stumbles into the room with a hand buried deep in his curls, scratching away at them.

He's mid-yawn, and you're slightly taken aback when he refrains from making a comment about your attire. He's usually all over you, and you have no doubt that he'll be nearly on top of you when you're both beneath the covers, but you can't believe he managed to keep a crass comment out of his mouth.

"Sirius wants to try out a new bike repair shop tomorrow," James mumbles, clearly tired as he shucks off his joggers and heads for bed with only his shirt and briefs remaining, "'Says the place opens bloody early- six I think? Closes at nine. So I've gotta haul my ass up before then."

"Oh." You retort, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you settle, "Sorry, Jamie. We can sleep early tonight."

He hums encouragingly into the sheets as he gets situated, reaching immediately for you just as you'd known he would. His large hands gravitate towards your waist, and even if he's too tired and responsible to think about sex tonight, his hand snakes into the waistband of your shorts for safekeeping.

He feels the blocky, stiff cool of the lettering on the front of your thong and you feel his brows furrow where his head is pressed into your shoulder. He peeks over it now, stretching the waistband of your shorts open and keeping the blankets lifted so that he can see what you're wearing in the dim lights you have yet to turn off.

"What-" He squints, trying to read upside-down without his glasses, but it's a hopeless case. You're already halfway towards a fit of giggles, and you shimmy out of your shorts to stand proudly on your knees close enough for him to see.

"All you can eat buffet," He reads, murmuring the words while his face lights up and a hearty laugh escapes his throat, "Darling! That's cheeky, where did you get that?"

"I found it online." You giggle, and he braces a hand on your thigh to admire it. He studies you for a moment, still chuckling, and then he moves to sit up, staring at you expectantly.

"Well lay down, darling." He invites you, "Let's see this buffet."

"No, James, it's alright!" You insist, "You have to be up early for Sirius. It can wait, I'll wear them some other time for you."

"No," He whines, sounding petulant, "Your terrible jokes and impulsive financial habits have charmed me. On your back, darling."

"James, you don't-" You shake your head but he takes your face in his hands, pressing his head closer to yours so that you're pushed back and subsequently laid down, "-you don't have to do this, we can-"

"God, you make eating pussy sound like a chore." He mumbles between kisses, kissing next at your chin, then the pudge beneath it as you lay on the bed, "Relax, darling. All-you-can-eats are my favorite, and I've just realized I'm hungry."