#anon asks

[jjkbambi]

sorority car wash luigi mangione x reader (18+)

smut summary: your best friend’s brother luigi visits your sorority’s spring fundraiser

warnings: long ass argument, our frat boy #graduated, rough as usual, name-calling, p in dis v :3, is car sex public? car sex, implied cheating, jealous quickie, assume everything is unedited

the fundraiser had drawn out the worst of penn state: truck drivers, high school football coaches, republicans with obvious gambling addictions. despite the obvious discomfort around dancing around frat row in a bikini, there was an undeniable satisfaction in knowing every passing gaze was a dollar to your name.

well — not necessarily your name. it was a dollar to your sorority house, your sisters, your reputation. your public display was, in all, an investment for an impressive bullet point on your college resume. any level-headed businessman would’ve been able to see that.

unfortunately for you, luigi mangione majored in computer science.

your heart falls to the floor the second you see his car swerve into the street. your feet move quickly, running up to the side of his car before any of the girls could hound a dollar out of him. his window is down and you’re in it, both whispering and yelling, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“car wash,” the brunette boy says flatly, gesturing to the hastily painted cardboard signs wrapped around your sorority house.

“it’s for penn students only.” you say, trying to wave him off. the thought of him—or anyone else from back home—meeting your new fair-weather city friends is unbearable. it would take months to salvage your pride.

“it doesn’t say that anywhere.” luigi argues. “plus, i’m an alumni.”

interest washes over the crowd of busy rich cheerleaders as they begin to inch nearer to the scene. you’re frazzled and fucked. “mangione, please don’t embarrass me.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself,” luigi says. his eyes glance over your body, skin exposed and wet with the moisture and mess of the event, boobs perky underneath your strappy bra. “seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”

you feel a rush of insecurity as you bring your arms up to cover yourself. “it’s sorority tradition—“

“we didn’t do any of this at my frat—”

“it was an engineering frat, you didn’t do anything—!” as your whining comes to a close, a pool of your sorority sisters begin to flood around you. your heart rate sparks.

“who’s this?” your roommate asks.

the italian boy is quick to smile at the new company, his earlier furrowed brows and fault-finding demeanor vanishing in an instant. “i’m luigi,” he says with a brief wave. “i’m with y/n.”

“he means we’re friends from back home,” you correct quickly, shooting a glare at him. “he actually went here. he was in phi psi.”

“aw,” your roommate coos. “those guys do my homework all the time.”

he reaches over to open the car door, the force pushing you aside as it swings open. “get in the car,” luigi says. you pause, confusion swirling around you. then, luigi glances at your crowd of sisters, acknowledging them with a slight nod. “i’m borrowing her for the day. is there some sort of curfew i need to know about?”

“no, but it’s karaoke night,” one of your sisters tell him. “you should come! it’ll be at zbt.”

luigi raises a brow. “the sports frat?”

“yeah,” your sister says, grinning. “y/n’s boyfriend is the president. he’s super nice—you’d like him.”

his eyes flick to you. “boyfriend?”

“luigi’s busy tonight,” you say, forcing a tight smile, desperate to change the subject. “besides, he’s probably super jet-lagged—he is supposed to be backpacking through asia right now, after all.”

“yeah, well,” luigi says, his voice cool but with an edge that stings, “i stopped by for my sister’s birthday this weekend.” his eyes narrow as he looks straight at you. “guess one of us had to remember.”

your shoulders stiffen under the weight of his words, heat rising to your face.

“aw, luigi, you’re so sweet!” one of your housemates chimes, completely oblivious to the tension brewing. your guilt crashes over you, hot and suffocating. it’s almost embarrassing, the sudden clarity of how far you’ve strayed, how horrible you’ve become. “y/n’s boyfriend does cute stuff like that too. he came all the way down this morning to get pictures of her in this new outfit.”

if you didn’t feel stupid and cold before, you most definitely do now.

luigi glances over his shoulder. “isn’t the zbt house just around the corner?”

your housemate, still oblivious, grins and adds, “yeah! he’s always doing cute stuff like that for her. like, he prints a bunch of pictures of her and made a wall in his room because he thought she’d think it was sweet.”

you had no intention of your best friend’s brother ever finding out about your flamboyant college romances, yet here he was, gossiping with your girls. “he took that down as soon as i asked him to,” you explain.

“yeah, and ever since then, he sends flowers like, everyday.” your sister hums, bright-eyed. “so thoughtful, right?”

luigi’s jaw clenches, and his shoulders tense. “yeah, cute,” he says, voice low and biting. “guess that’s what happens when you’ve got nothing better to do than play personal assistant.”

“luigi.” you say, a desperate attempt to draw the line.

“get in, now,” he beckons.

luigi’s dark eyes never leave you, boring into you with a relentless intensity that makes your stomach churn. the look isn’t anger—it’s something deeper, more personal, and it clings to you as you fumble into the passenger seat. each movement feels heavier than the last, his unyielding stare haunting you as you slip inside, shutting the door between you and the reality you can’t escape.

the car swerves sharply, pulling you from your thoughts as you put your head in your hands. “i totally forgot,” you mutter, voice barely audible.

“clearly, you had distractions,” luigi says, his tone colder than you expected, like a wall between you both.

you feel his disappointment radiating through the air, and it hits harder than you’d like to admit. “you know,” he continues, his voice laced with bitterness, “back when we were close, you never would’ve forgotten something like that. but i guess things are different now.”

you wince, knowing he’s right. you’ve been so caught up in college, in the chaos of sorority life, parties, and the constant buzz of new experiences, that you’ve lost touch with everything that once mattered. and now, forgetting his sister’s birthday feels like the final nail in the coffin.

the silence hangs heavily between you, suffocating and full of unspoken truths. you can’t even find an apology that would suit the sin.

he reaches over to the backseat, tossing his jacket over your cold body, his fingers brushing against your skin as he does. “you look stupid like this,” he mutters, his voice laced with something deeper than frustration.

“it’s fucking weird,” luigi continues. “i used to watch you, how effortlessly you picked things up, how eager and excited you were for everything.” he sighs, his gaze flickering to you for a moment, like he’s trying to see the version of you he once knew. “but now… now it’s like you’re someone else. all that potential, all that drive—it’s like you’ve buried it under all this nonsense. i don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“oh, come on, luigi,” you say, defensive. it felt weird to have him like this—so cruel, so suddenly. “i make one mistake and now you don’t recognize me?”

he tuts, then rolls his eyes. “don’t act fucking dense.”

“i’m sorry, okay?” you say, half-defeated. “you’re not exactly giving me a chance to explain.”

“an explanation isn’t good enough.”

“just because i forgot one day doesnt mean im not here,” you argue. “you’re the one left the fucking country!”

luigi almost laughs at the dead argument. “and you stayed and still couldn’t show up when it mattered. how’s that any better?”

“i didn’t forget on purpose!” you can feel your temperature rising. “i’ve just been swamped with everything, alright? it’s not like i don’t care.”

luigi’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “so that’s your excuse?” he says, his voice sharp. “too busy to remember my sister’s birthday, but not too busy for that stupid fucking boyfriend of yours?” he laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “god, you even joined that sorority for him, didn’t you?”

your face goes white and he takes it as confirmation. “fucking knew it. that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it? you’re too busy trying to be a penn girl, pretending like you fit in, just because he’s part of it. you’re so caught up in his world that you can’t even bother to remember the people who actually care about you.”

you’re cold underneath his judgement, almost speechless. almost. “this is why i didn’t want you finding out about him,” you truth.

“i was in a frat, y/n. i’ve seen girls like you before. weekends spent doing dumb shit like car washes for the sorority, all glittered up for spirit week like it’s some huge fucking accomplishment.” his anger cuts into you like a blade. “you're too fucking good for that.”

your heart is pounding now, and you feel your face flush with anger, embarrassment, and something else—deep, gnawing ache in your chest. your fingers tighten around the door handle. you can’t stand sitting here, suffocating under his judgment. without thinking, you yank the door open, trying to escape the weight of his accusations.

but before you can move, luigi’s hand shoots out, slamming the door shut. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore.” you say, trying to push down the panic rising in your chest. you don’t want to be here anymore. not in this car. not with him looking at you like you’re some stranger.

“you’re not getting out of this car, y/n.”

you don’t respond. instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt and shove the door open, stepping out of the car before he can stop you. it’s like your whole body is running on autopilot—everything inside you screaming to get away from the mess he’s created, from the mess inside you.

“y/n!” luigi’s voice cracks, rising in a panic as he stops the car and jumps out after you.

you are not turning around and getting into that car and letting him humiliate you. your hands shake as you pull out your phone, desperate for some relief, something to help you make sense of all this. the contact name lights up on your screen, and you hit call, needing your boyfriend now more than ever.

before you can even hear the first ring, a hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking your phone from your grasp. you whip your head around, heart pounding in your chest, only to find luigi, his jaw clenched tight and eyes burning with fury.

“what the hell are you doing?” you demand, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration. “give it back!”

but he doesn’t budge, holding your phone just out of reach. his voice is a low growl. “you’re fucking unbelievable. you’re seriously calling your boyfriend right now?” he’s glaring at you, his face hard with a mix of disbelief and something deeper you can’t quite place.

“you made your point, mangione!” you say. “clearly you already hate me, so i don’t see the point in sticking around for the ride. thanks for the reminder! see you around!”

“y/n, stop, i don’t hate you—“

“y/n? hello?” your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, confused, a little worried.

luigi straightens, his hand tightening around the phone as he holds it to his mouth. “she’s busy.” he tosses the phone back into his car, cutting off the call with a finality that makes your heart race in frustration.

he opens his mouth for another lecture but your hard heart won’t let him in anymore. you’re beyond annoyed. he can keep the fucking phone, for all you care, you really just needed a second. you try to turn away, but he’s too fast. he grabs your wrist, pulling you back, and you’re caught off guard by the force in his touch. the heat between you is unbearable now, and the intensity of it makes your mind race.

“let go of me!”

“no,” luigi snaps, his voice harsh but laced with something you can’t quite place. “you don’t walk away from me.”

“i can do whatever i want!”

“you’re sure about that?”

without warning, he pulls you toward him, and before you can fully process what’s happening, his lips are on yours. it’s rough, unexpected, and it throws you off balance. your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, you don’t know what to do.

your mind spins. this is worse than wrong. you shouldn’t be kissing him.

his grip on you is unyielding like the force of gravity, and you’re suffocating underneath the pressure, your confusion mixing with a strange, undeniable pull that makes your thoughts scatter. you pull away quickly, breathless and disoriented.

“luigi, no—stop,” you say, trying to regain your bearings, but your heart is still racing, your body still tingling from the kiss.

he doesn’t. he won’t.

his mouth is on yours again, aggressive and intent and so fucking mean. your balance is completely lost, your feet no longer sure of the ground beneath you. luigi doesn’t let up, his body pressing you into the side of his car and it’s like everything you knew about him is shifting, unraveling before your eyes.

when he pulls back, your chest heaves as if you’ve been starved for air. you try to summon another surge of pride, but luigi moves faster than your thoughts can catch. “lift up your legs,” he grumbles against your lips. you do. he carries you on him as he yanks open the door to the back seat, his hot breath hovering over your neck.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” luigi mutters into another sloppy kiss. “need me to teach you how to behave, yeah?”

desire and desperation muddle your better judgement. everytime you come up for air, you try to return to reason. “we shouldn’t—”

“let me,” he says. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

you shake your head as his warm hands grope and clutch at your cold nude. he was right—it was a stupid fucking outfit.

“relax,” luigi says, climbing over you, biting and sucking at your neck. you feel him between your legs, hardening. “you need me to teach you how to show you the ropes, don’t you? you need me, right, baby?”

“i have a boyfriend,” you whimper.

“doesn’t matter.” he says. “you belong to me.”

you’re in the corner of his car and there was no escape. luigi was all over you, grabbing, pulling, biting. “come on,” he beckons, coming in for another kiss. “make yourself useful, baby, i came all this way.” his fingers moving your bikini to the side and sliding his slender fingers into your aching clit. you quiver as he breaches your entrance.

“how often do you fuck him?” he asks, his two fingers digging into your core, storming your senses. the abruptness of the question made your nerves spike. there’s a certain amusement in his gaze, as if your misfortune is his greatest entertainment. “where? hm? hallways? dorms? in the shower, after his games, d’you spread your legs open to make him feel better about being a goddamn loser?” he’s intent on leaving your skin covered with evidence of him. he paints across your neck with his hot wet tongue, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. you whimper at the sensation. “you’d make a perfect fuckin’ trophy wife.”

“i didn’t—“ you truth, shaky and red. “we never…”

“god,” he moans. “good fuckin’ girl, saving yourself for me.”

your mind is hazy, though not completely lost. “you’re jealous? of him?”

“why would i be?” luigi asks, smug. he knows he has every damn right he every right to be—he feels your slick drooling out of you, your body quivering underneath him. “i’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

he reaches for his belt. you need this as much as he does. he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his shifty friction, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. no reason to be patient about this.

“someone’s gonna see,” you whine.

luigi laughs against your mouth. “go on then, show them what a perfect fuckin’ penn girl you are.”

you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.

your cunt glistens. you’re soaked.

“you’re unbelievable,” he grunts. “acting out because you couldn’t get any good dick?”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“just missed you, is all,” he murmurs.

you’d never expected him to be so big. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. you’re so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before you’re rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands. a grin etches at the edge of his lips when he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. “what, already, babe?” luigi teases, pretending his own release isn’t just moments away. “c’mon, that’s gotta be a new record.” you try to laugh, but he pushes the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens.

“you’re so big, luigi,” you choke out.

“i know, pretty girl, i know,” he tries to assure, though he’s too lost in his storm of pleasure to have the decency to slow down.

tears well up in your eyes as he buries his cock deeper into you. hot flashes of pain and pleasure overwhelm you; it’s a devastating spell of torment and sanctuary. “luigi,” you whine. “too much, i can’t—“

“you’re so fuckin’ tight.” luigi says. “fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

“i can’t, lu,” you whine. “you’re too big—”

“be a good girl,” he says. his cock bullies into your sensitivity. you swear you hear yourself snap in half. “let me fill you up, princess, let me make you mine.”

you’re a mess underneath him, whimpering and crying at the unfamiliar pleasure. something in the background begins to hum over and over and over until luigi glances over his shoulder. “your boyfriend’s calling,” he says. “you should answer, show him what a perfect slut you’re being for me.”

you run your head back and forth. “no? you don’t wanna do that for me?” he questions, eyebrow raising. he raises your body—closer,deeper—just to slap his hand against your ass. you jolt at the pain, shivering. “thought you were being good.”

“luigi,” you cry. “it hurts.”

“fuck,” he moans. he can’t help but slap your ass again. “you gotta make it up to me, y/n. you gotta let me come inside you.”

“lu, wait—“ you begin weakly, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap.

“jus’ like that, baby, all mine,” he growls into your skin. you feel him smile against your neck as he marks it up. “i should visit home more often, yeah?”

“lu, please,” you moan.

“tell me who you belong to.”

“you, luigi. i belong to you.” you cry out as you convulse around luigi’s cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes luigi dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.

aside from the sound of your breathing, the car falls into a complicated silence, the windows clouded, blurring the world outside like some unspoken secret. your heart races as you both sit there, dazed, caught between confusion and something deeper. the empty neighborhood feels almost dreamlike, a quiet refuge for a moment too fragile to face the world. silently, you’re grateful for the solitude, for the way it shields you both.

“relax,” luigi mutters, his voice cutting through the haze. “this whole street was bought up by some real estate asshole. prices went sky-high, and no one took the bait.”

you glance at him, startled by the sudden softness in his tone. “is that true?”

luigi doesn’t answer right away. instead, he reaches over to the passenger seat, grabbing your phone. the motion is deliberate, almost taunting, as if he’s enjoying how unsteady you’ve become.

he tosses the phone onto your lap, the thud startling in the heavy air. “penn daily did a piece on it” he says, his voice low but cutting. “you can look it up after you break up with your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen, and you grab the phone quickly, clutching it as if it could ground you. “god, can you stop bringing him up for two seconds?”

“why?” he retorts, leaning back against his seat with a knowing smirk. “you brought him into this when you started dating the guy who shows you off to frat row and makes you fake-smile your way through glitter car washes.”

“he wasn’t even at the car wash this time,” you mutter, frustration bubbling up.

“too busy setting up karaoke night? are we going to that?”

“no.”

“my sister would probably love it,” he points out playfully. “and i know you didn’t get her a present.”

you roll your eyes, trying to avoid the guilt that wells up. “don’t remind me.”

“don’t be a brat,” he retorts, his voice firm but not unkind.

“I’m not being a brat,” you snap back, but there’s a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

“yeah, you are,” he says, his voice softening just a little. “but we’ll deal with that later.”

he glances over at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. turning your gaze to the window, avoiding his eyes. god, how were you meant to recover from this? another silence encapthres you and the awful spell of awkwardness washes over you both. until—

“you know i could never hate you, right?”

“hm?”

“you said earlier i made up my mind about you,” he murmurs, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes it impossible to look away. “i have… but not in the way you think.”

your breath catches, his words pulling at something deep inside you. “then how?”

“i’ve always liked you,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “hated seeing you go. hated the idea of you at college with some asshole who doesn’t see you the way i do.”

your heart skips, his words unraveling every doubt you’ve ever had. “and how do you see me?” you ask, barely finding your voice.

he leans closer, his gaze unwavering. “as everything.”

[lexirosewrites]

post s2 O!Steve shows up to school with his face a mess because of A!Billy. Billy wasn't expecting any backlash for beating up Steve , maybe he thought he was a beta??? but it turns out he doesnt care anyway everyone seeing Billy sort of understands whats happened but its really against societal norms for an alpha to lay hands on an omega like that. So his campaign to popularity doesn't quite take off like he thought it would (he still goes FAR on looks and athletic prowess but he never reaches his sought over KING status) and he blames Steve instead of himself, and goes out of his way to continue making Steve's life hell at school.

A!Eddie sees Steve all bruised after a particularly rough run in with Billy and his basketball friends,and is like NOPE not having that and he takes Steve under his wing to protect him against any alpha that would dare hurt him.

recontextualizing all the season 2 events by adding omegaverse and making Steve an omega always HITS😙👌💕

[kolbalissh]

what are ur top 5 carcar fics of all time?

hello anon! im very sorry for the late ass response but listing top 5 carcar fics of all time is a task i take very seriously and it is NOT so easy to rank them because i love pretty much every one i read

but there are a few that ive reread, cried over, obsessed over and pretty much think about every waking moment - i'll attach the links ofc, and i'll tag the authors to the best of my abilities because some are my mutuals and they write absolute GOLD and im literally honoured to even read their works

here goes 😁

sumi's top five carcar fics of all time as a full time carcar connoisseur ft rants about each and every one of them

this ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race by @beabnormal24

(ive read this fic probably 900 times it is the definition of PEAK comfort fic, it is written so well that not only have i cried reading this the first time i find myself coming back to it whenever i find myself down in the dumps, also one of the first fics i read during the beginning of my carcar obession)

catch me floating circles in my fishbowl by @beabnormal24

(lo and behold, the sequel of number one can you tell i love this series? or is it not obvious yet - i adore every single fic from my dear mutual and friend but man oh man, this series was the first of their writing i was introduced to and it just hit like crack)

quantum entanglement by @tiredwishes

(now this right here, altered my brain chemistry in ways i didnt even think was possible, one of the best reads that i wish i could leave a kudos to every time i reread it, the au is so perfect from start to finish one of the most enjoyable fics ive read in this fandom so far)

i made a fist and not a plan by @beabnormal24

(when i tell you this fic is the only thing that got me through that hungarian grand prix weekend trauma, i wholeheartedly mean it - its soft and the sweetest most healthiest dynamic between carcar with the right amount of 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 in it, including one of my all time fav ao3 smut tags so definitely a must read if ur like me)

he just turned in like i didn't exist by @drivestraight

(absolutely love author's work so freaking much, this was maybe the third or fourth ever carcar fic i read and this was also one that i took my sweet time with because it was just so good i didn't want it to end, and have reread multiple times because of how well its written and how much i loved the soulmate au depicted in it)

bonus! (bc why not)

take it or leave it by venerat

(this is gonna get an honorary mention solely because i remember i wanted to read this so bad i read it at my work/internship, on company wifi, during every single one of my breaks on that day - such a creative fic with its layout and concept and definitely how on brand it was for the carcar dynamic absolutely amazing)

i could have simply just listed the fics and called it a day, but you cant contain a yapper like me - thank you so much for the ask!!! <3

[quackysmackk]

Dude your art is so tasty :)

Nom.

Aweee thaaank you

[bisnes-socks]

If if Bojan would do a tattoo that's obviously referring to Jere, do you think he'd immediaty boast about it on the internet on all the official JO platforms? Or would he sort of hide it and we would learn about it only much later and everything Bojan would say "what does it matter, it's my body I can do what I like 🙄 this is private."?

if you had asked me this a year ago i would have said that we'd find out about it on accident or something.

but this current bojan? the one who went and hugged jere in the middle of his damn show? the bojan that went to cyprus to experience beautiful se- i mean symbiosis? the one who posted, in all caps, about how much he misses jere and finland? that bojan?

that bojan would live stream himself getting the tattoo, refusing to say exactly what it is referring to but smirking smugly the entire time. and people would ask him about the meaning and he'd say "you wouldn't understand" even though literally everyone and their mother understands that he is absolutely GONE.

so yeah i think if he did that we would know. everyone would know.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

oh my gosh, could we get to see noah meeting dum-e??? they'd love each other and dum-e would finally have someone to play with! not to mention noah deserves his own tour of the tower + meeting the avengers!

Dum-E with Noah - Christmas with you

A/N: You could see it right here right now! I’m feeling generous, haha.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Single Mom! Reader

Christmas with you Masterlist

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Noah who was usually a fairly confident child had refused to let you go as you had entered Tony’s apartment in the Tower.

“Honey, you’re okay. This is Mr. Stark’s home. Do you want to get down and hold my hand instead?” You tried but Noah shook his head, burying his face in your neck while his little arms clutched you tightly.

Tony traipsed in upon hearing you two, greeting you with a kiss and Noah with a friendly ruffle of his hair.

“Hey kid, you okay?” Noah offered him a shy smile, acknowledging his presence but still clung to you.

“I think he’s just a little nervous. He’ll be okay.” You explained how he hadn’t slept too well last night, after having a nightmare and wetting his bed. Usually that led to him clinging to you the next day, wanting you close.

“Noah, there’s someone here who wants to meet you. What do you say? Shall we call him here to say hi?” Tony rubbed Noah’s back comfortingly, curiosity making your son lift his head from your shoulder to give your boyfriend a slight nod.

You saw Dum-E zoom in wearing a little party hat, halting in front of you as Noah watched him with wide eyes.

“This is Dum-E. Dum-E this is Noah.” Tony murmured softly, looking between his first born and yours.

He waved a bashful hello, making the bot click his ‘arm’ in response before spinning around itself, making Noah giggle - a sound that never failed to make your heart happy.

“Does he talk?” Noah asked, feeling bolder than before as he reached out to touch the robot.

“No, but he listens. I think he wants to show you around. Do you want to go with him?” Tony asked as Noah slowly got down from your arms and looked up at you for reassurance.

“Go on. Mama will be right here.” You nodded before Dum-E guided Noah around the apartment, making your child laugh some more.

Tony had a strange sense of relief watching his two ‘children’ interact; in his mind Noah was already like his own son, given how close you’d gotten over the past few months, the three of you were practically a family now.

“You’re so good with him.” You leaned against Tony, who wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You know I’d do anything to see two of my favourite people smile.” He murmured, his lips warm against your skin as he spoke.

[punks-never-die205]

The big fours reactions to their partner landing a crisp smack on their ass while they’re bent over? Their partner couldn’t help it 🤭

Kid will take it as a sign that it’s open season. Landing a smack on your ass every time he walks by, and a few times you didn’t even know he was nearby. You’ll either have the ass smacking version of a pillow fight throughout the day, or you’ll beg for mercy and maybe forgiveness for being a brat, and he’ll give you plenty of >.> distraction from your stinging ass.

Killer will just keep track - and woe be unto you if you do more than one >.> but that evening he’ll pay you back in full while you’re legs are pinned between his thighs and you can’t hope to squirm away.

Heat will give you his best puppy dog face. You smack Heat’s perfect cake? Like a football? Jail for you for a thousand years! And then he’ll probably tickle you until you’re cry-laughing for mercy 😂🤣

>.>

Wire will scruff you like a cat and put his hands down your pants and make you moan in front of whoever happens to be around. Your safe word might save you, but you didn’t exactly ask first either, so it might not. Depends on when in the day you do this, and whether or not Wire was grumpy before you did it.

If it’s an established fair game kind of deal, then he’ll at least hide you away from prying eyes before making sure everyone still hears you.

And seas save you if he made an undignified sound. >.>

[jjkbambi]

I absolutely love the fact that Luigi is probably the corniest mf out there, and I'd like to imagine him with the worst pick up lines EVER to woo his crush and they're just like "omg 🙄"

certified reply guy

[lexirosewrites]

Seeing Steve going out with so many strapping Alphas and hearing his dates brag about how good he is in bed Eddie gets it in his head that he has to up his sexual skills in order to win over Steve. He decides the fastest way to become the ultimate lover for Steve Harrington is to sleep with as many omegas as possible. He decides that he’ll become an heat assistant. Not only will he sharpen his skills but earn a little extra to help with the bills and buy Steve a nice courting gift. When Steve finds out (through the gossip mill as well) he’s devastated. He’d been saving himself for Eddie the whole time. He’d been convinced the Alpha felt the same and wouldn’t listen to those jerk Alphas who were just running their mouths. He became afraid that Eddie would fall for one of his clients so he quickly set up an appointment for Eddie to assist him with his next heat. Only it was earlier than his actual heat, he used another name and requested to meet at a motel. On the day it was supposed to start, he arrived early to set up candles around the room and put roses on the bed. He’d even made a mixtape of the more romantic songs from Eddies favorite bands which was playing in the background. He wanted everything to be perfect for when he finally confesses and hopefully makes love to his Alpha. Out of nerves he didn’t remove his clothes until the very last second. When the last article hit the ground he heard Eddie’s knock at the door.

miscommunication but make it smut🤭

[catboyolli]

Favourite olli lore? (Or just any fun facts/stories lol, I don't know an awful lot to start so anything will probably be surprising to me ahaha)

hey anon! oh I have a looooot of lore tidbits for you then! 🤭 I'll try to include a source for all that I can, other stuff unsourced is from things I've read and remembered over the years (sorryyy) special thanks to @theflyingfeeling and @sparfloxacin for fact checking and helping me find some of the sources, i love youuuuu 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Olli plays bass, guitar, he has some DJ skills and also plays percussions, piano and wine cups (yes). He graduated from Oulu Conservatory in 2017 with a pop and jazz background. I believe he's the only member of the band we haven't heard sing so far, but he's got amazing dance moves to make up for it.

He's been friends with Joonas, Tommi and Santeri their tour manager for almost 20 years. Before joining Blind Channel he used to play in a metal band called Abhorrent Ritual with Joonas and Santeri.

His instagram handle was @olliveri at some point, and he had dreadlocks when he was younger which didn't suit him at all, sorry 😂

He used to work in a hospital transporting patients, I guess he quit his daytime job after ESC to become a full time musician.

As far as sports goes, he does yoga (here's another clip) and cycling (he might even have a "playlist" for that - sorry, there's no link to the actual playlist that we know of).

The sextant tattoo on his bicep has a meaning - know where you are and where you're headed, check the stars. He also has a "best gig ever" tattoo on his arm that he shares with many other finnish musicians.

He broke 2 basses as far as we know, a brand new one while filming the videoclip for Darker Than Black, and the one he (accidentally, he was drunk) left on the roof of a car after stopping at a gas station during their 2021 summer tour (RIP Simba). Some other basses were lost on their way to various festivals in 2023, it's unknown if he ever got them back.

He's in charge of all the visual design for the band, like the merch, album covers, websites and some parts of the stage design (he made the prototype for the inflatable morningstar they had as background on some festivals). He designed the outfits the band wore to promote Exit Emotions (the red/black and the white ones) and also learned how to sew to make them. Oh, and he also designed the Blind Channel pendants that are sold on their store, it is unknown if he also makes them or not.

On tour, it seems he used to iron everyone's clothes, or at least his fancy shirts by leaving the shower running with hot water and steam iron the clothes. It was also said that he's a bit neurotic with the cleaning on the bus and with his packing, because he needs to do it the day before they leave their hotel. He also has many many alarms to wake up on tour because he "sleeps well" (according to Joonas you have to throw things at him to wake up, or hit him).

He calls himself "Mr. Recovery Man" due to his ability to somehow recover quickly after he's been sick or hangover. Some other nicknames for him are Hobbit or Frodo.

He's also the chairman/president of the board of their music company, Bloodbros Oy. Evey member of the band has a company of their own, Olli's is named Mellon Music Oy after the sindarin word for friend.

And last but not least, let's not forget his amazing bartender skills. Oh, and he has a strong gag reflex :)

[quackysmackk]

Gregory barely being in the frame compared to daycare attendant cracked me up. Absolutely molecule sized

he’s just a lil’ rule breaker

[daisylovestickles]

If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get to that point with your romantic partner that you can play with other members of the community? I’ve told mine about my kink and they’re not interested in incorporating into our relationship or anything (which is fine). Not that I think trust would be an issue, but I can’t figure out a way that saying “hey I want to meet up with strangers I met online and be tied up and tortured” doesn’t sound insane to the average non-t-word-kink person 🫣

Hi anon! Great question!

When I joined the community last year, I was very open about it with my partner from the start. He always knew I liked being tickled (we’ve been together since 2018), but nothing remotely close to something like this. It took a lot of uncomfortable conversations for him to understand what I want out of this, especially since a lot of it would require me to travel and play with others of the opposite gender.

The road has not been easy for the two of us. I was scared to death admitting this part of my life, and he seemed less than pleased at the start. We've had conversations that have lasted hours long because he kept asking questions, and I always reassured him. He knew that at the end of the day, I would always come back to him.

Don't get me wrong, he's questioned himself too. He's wondered on multiple occasions "why can't I just tickle you" or "do I need to join the community as a way to support you". My partner tickles me sometimes, don't get me wrong, but he's been honest about not having as much stamina as a ler, when I've wanted to be tickled for longer periods of time. He just couldn't understand how I'd want to be in that vulnerable position for so long.

When it comes to telling your partner what you want, be honest! Even the smallest lies can lead to detrimental results. If possible, have your partner talk to the ler you want to session with. My partner has talked to or has heard me interact with almost everyone that I've sessioned with, because that builds more trust in our romantic relationship.

I hope this helps!

[journey-to-the-attic]

This post is Ik and Lucifer to me https://awake-atnight.tumblr.com/post/114722931970/hanthelion-i-asked-my-dad-if-i-have-ever-made-him

that's so sweet ohhhh my lord

this feels like it deserves to be a comic... i will put it on my ever expanding list

[thedissonantverses]

I briefly thought about creating a blog solely to “debunk” bad faith criticism using nothing but the DAV prologue. I enjoyed this game a normal amount, but 80% of the criticism I’ve seen on tumblr are just “I didn’t like this game for some reason and now I’m gonna nitpick it”.

Saaaaaame but it's legit just not worth the energy. I'm trying to put that back towards writing meta and my fanfictions haaha. (To be fair I did just get back from a road trip and have less energy than usual for fandom shenanigans) I have plenty of snark left in me but ya know balance or something idunno I have fics to read.

Here's Taash doing push-ups cause Taash doing push-ups.

[khaire-traveler]

Me, on the floor, using a pendulum: "Lord Loki, I'm curious, would you like blood as an offering?"

(the power immediately goes out)

Me, whispering in the dark: "I think that's a no... ? 👁️ 👁️"

Not expecting you to reply to this lmao I got so spooked and it's kinda funny now so I thought I'd share XD

This has been sitting in my askbox for a while, but it makes me laugh whenever I see it. Definitely sounds like something Loki would do. I actually remember lighting a candle for Loki once and speaking with him, then my own power went out after I said something, and I was like, "???" New SPG just dropped? 👀 Anyway, take care, and I hope you are well, Nonny! May Loki light your way with his own fire, should you ever find yourself in the darkness once more. 🧡

[yanderemommabean]

Momma, do you have any favorite tropes or things you look for/like in a fictional man? Or is it sort of just that you go with whatever your heart is telling you to and you don't really think there's a pattern/reason?

I look for personality mostly and go from there, like if I get a hint of obsessive / possessive tendencies then I’m way more likely to read/ watch / play something to fuel my delusions lol

Though I will say I’m a sucker for delusional, white haired, unstable characters as well as tall, brooding, dark eyes and dark hair characters.

If I’m reading a Manwha or a BL I crave when the top is a pleasure top who can’t stop milking their bottom of pleasure, or if it’s a reader insert I crave the same, just love when pleasure becomes just a bit painful.

-Mommabean