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saetoru · 2 years ago
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SCREAMS
when one airpod charges and the other does not 😒
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tommstic · 2 years ago
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I invented a game where you put one ball on the ground and you have to use another ball to try and move the first one. So basically you kick around a soccer ball until you’re able to move the ball on the ground. It’s rlly fun :D I played it by myself
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The thing is, you can’t stop the soccer ball to get the perfect shot, it always has to be moving!!
And yes I used two deflated basketballs for the game, it’s all I could find out here
Very tempted to do quadrobics in the grass, but my dad and my sister are here
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norrisainz33 · 6 months ago
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Best in Show || CS55 & CL16
☆ summary: charles’ sister is headed to the olympics and she’s ready to bring things to the next level with her fwb carlos
☆ pairing: carlos sainz & olympic!leclerc!reader
☆ f/c & warnings: none; slightly suggestive & terribly translated french
☆ requested: yes!! thanks for your request 🤍
゚. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ゚
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user3: i don’t understand how all of the leclerc’s are so perfect and talented
user1: the leclerc brothers are so 🤤
user2: princess of monaco about to eat up the competition at the olympics
user8: wait that’s insane only 6 athletes? the uk sent 327… y/n must be really good
user2: she is!! she’s been to the show jumping world cup AND she won the jumping international in monte carlo (both huge accomplishments especially at her age)
user4: their genes are strong and full of sporting talent huh
user24: they should’ve gotten carlos in on this interview. he loves talking about y/n
user18: no fr he very clearly has a crush on her
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ynleclerc: did someone say ,, olympics? get ready to watch your favorite duo (me and [horse’s name]) take on paris 😉
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user6: HI Y/N (louder than everyone else)
user7: she’s so unserious i love her
charlesleclerc: and why did you have to post the last photo
ynleclerc: because i love it frère [brother]
arthurleclerc: why didn’t i make the olympics announcement post
ynleclerc: bc you refused to put on the glasses bebe
user11: the royal family of monaco is so beautiful
juliaanalvarez: looking forward to seeing you in paris
ynleclerc: you better cheer me on julián
user88: ik carlos is shaking in his boots. he’s got competition it seems
user99: no y/n anyone but a soccer player
carlossainz55: congratulations on making it to the olympics y/n 😍
ynleclerc: thanks carly 🤭
user22: CARLY DNSKSJF
user18: i ship y/n and carlos so hard
use r23: day 124 of wondering why they aren’t together
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ynleclerc: don’t worry everyone - the party has arrived in paris and we already made it through the first round 🇲🇨
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user12: oh thank goodness (i wasn’t worried)! congratulations on an incredible first round
user13: what do i have to do to be that horse
landonorris: when are you gonna let me take a ride on ya?
charlesleclerc: mate that’s my sister
landonorris: i was talking abt the horse
ynleclerc: i hate you landonorris
landonorris: no you don’t ma cherry
ynleclerc: CHÉRIE
landonorris: 😘😘
user29: lando is so real for this
user24: impatiently waiting for carlos to get here
alexandrasaintmleux: the prettiest girl in all of paris. i am so proud of you 🤍
ynleclerc: please get your beautiful self here quicker 😫
carlossainz55: paris is looking real good these days 😍
ynleclerc: you should come find out just how good it looks 😏
user23: whoa get a room
arthurleclerc: please stop flirting
texts between you and carlos
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user77: my god you’re gorgeous
user99: now who … sent you those flowers ms y/n? was it charles? was it julian? was it carlos? i won’t spill the beans if u tell me i promise
user34: i’m rooting for you y/n!! you and [horses name] are going to crush it
landonorris: i know i didn’t send you flowers… so who did?
ynleclerc: wait… you didn’t send these?
landonorris: y/n/n don’t play with me. was it him?
ynleclerc: yes 🤭
landonorris: I KNEW IT. so you guys together or?
landonorris: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ TF
charlesleclerc: y/n/n - i only sent you the white ones… who are the others from?
ynleclerc: my adoring fans!
charlesleclerc: arrête! [stop it] we both know that is not the case
charlesleclerc: just tell me who they are from. i’ll be cool about it
ynleclerc: no you won’t charlie 🤍
arthurleclerc: charles sent me - tell me who those are from
ynleclerc: no! hope that helps bebe 😘
arthurleclerc: are they from a certain spanish driver or an argentinian footballer?
alexandrasaintmleux: your brothers are insufferable sometimes…. but don’t worry i didn’t tell them who sent those gorgeous flowers 😍🤭
ynleclerc: my girl 😘
user87: wagering a bet that those flowers are from carlos
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ynleclerc: obviously not the result i was hoping for. we tapped the last bar on the last jump as we were about to set the fastest time. i’m gutted but at the same time i am immensely proud of everything [horse’s name] and i have accomplished. we are bringing home monaco’s only medal from the entire olympic games and for that i am elated. i think i prefer silver anyway 🥈🤍
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user67: being the reason monaco is getting a medal is still an insane serve
user87: my favorite horse girl
landonorris: a medal is a medal - proud of you punk
ynleclerc: thank you bobby
juliaanalvarez: congratulations on a hard won medal!
ynleclerc: merci julian! glad we got to catch up 🤍
user57: back!! back i said 🤺
carlossainz55: y/n/n you gave it everything you had out there and you have so much to be proud of. i am in awe of you
ynleclerc: carlos 🥹
user55: this is so sweet i’m gonna throw up
user23: day 145 of wondering why they aren’t together
arthurleclerc: good job or whatever sis
ynleclerc: thanks loser
carmenmundt: you are an absolute inspiration! congratulations on following your dreams and making them come true 🤍
ynleclerc: i love you so much carmen
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charlesleclerc: we made it to paris in time to see y/n in the final event. ma petite sœur je suis si fière de toi. je suis pour toujours et à jamais ton plus grand soutien. [my little sister, i am so proud of you. i am forever and always your biggest supporter]
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scuderiaferrari: congrats y/n on a hard fought silver! we are so proud of you
user16: wake up ! hottest photo dump of the summer just dropped 😭😫😍
user37: wow arthur is eating charles up in the 4th slide
ynleclerc: merci charlie. je t'aime jusqu'à la lune et retour. merci d'être là [thank you charlie. I love you to the moon and back. thank you for being there]
charlesleclerc: je t'aime y/n/n. i wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
ynleclerc: btw who even invited pierre?
pierregasly: why can’t i turn up and support my favorite leclerc?
ynleclerc: i’m your favorite?
pierregasly: no , not even close
francisca.cgomes: i’m sorry y/n! he simply insisted upon tagging along 🙄
ynleclerc: i’ll let it slide because i got to see you my love 😍
user34: so special that they were all able to make it to paris
alexandrasaintmleux: my favorite girl in the whole world is an olympic medalist! monaco and all of us are so proud 🤍
ynleclerc: don’t make me cry 🥹
user76: monegasque royal family is my roman empire
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user55: I KNOW THATS MY MAN CARLOS
user87: you ain’t slick id recognize that hand and arm anywhere. that is mr carlos sainz jr
francisca.cgomes: your brother resorted to calling me to see if i knew who was in this post 🙄
ynleclerc: of course he did…. he’ll find out soon enough 🤭
charlesleclerc: anything you want to tell me? looks a lot like a teammate of mine
ynleclerc: nothing i want to tell you charlie :)
carlossainz55: had a wonderful evening with you mi amor. let’s do it again.. and again and again and again.
ynleclerc: i had an amazing time. i’m already looking forward to our next date!! you may as well just come back to my flat now idk why you even left in the first place
carlossainz55: didn’t want to come across too clingy
ynleclerc: good thing i like clingy! get back here 😏
carlossainz55: yes ma’am
user27: begging to know how much charles and arthur are stressing over this story
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ynleclerc: yes, you all guessed it! he’s mine 😘
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user13: someone check on the user who has been counting the days since they started flirting
user23: i’ve been summoned!! all i can say is thank god
landonorris: it’s about time
arthurleclerc: i called it
user99: old money carlos is perfect for our equestrian goddess
charlesleclerc: so this is how i find out?
ynleclerc: you did say you were one of my fans so… yes?
charlesleclerc: you are on my last nerve
carmenmundt: adorable 😍
carlossainz55: my gorgeous girl 😘
ynleclerc: my man my man my man
francisca.cgomes: time for a double date 🤍
pierregasly: charles says i’m not allowed
ynleclerc: who said you were invited pierre?
user47: vibes in the ferrari garage in zandvoort are gonna be wild
user98: carlosy/n truthers our time has come
゚. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ゚
a/n: another installment of olympic reader wahooo! slowly but surely making my way through my requests. liked and reblogs are always appreciated
゚. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ゚
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jo-com · 8 months ago
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⊹.˚🪞˚୨୧⋆。➛ Like why are you so obsessed with me?
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Ex reader x Oscar Piastri
Summary: Even after breaking up, Charles acts as if you guys are still together
Genre: SMAU, Cheating!
Fc: Liza Soberano
Note: Grammatical errors and stuff
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist
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📍Barcelona, Spain
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Notyn_ The view is so etheral🌤️🌊
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Charles_Leclerc Just like you!
Carmenmmundt So prettyy😫
Notyn_ i try my best for you😘
Username1 i wanna be u so bad!!
Username2 i love her vibe sm🫶🏻
Username3 Not charles commenting🤣
Username4 aren’t they dating?
Username3 nah they broke up
Username4 ohh😮
Lilymhe MY LOVE😍😍
Alex_albon uhm what??
Notyn_ she’s mine now😈😈
Alex_albon okay weirdo🙄🙄
Charles_Leclerc watch your mouth mate.
Username5 the way she ignored his comment😭🤚🏻
Oscarpiastri 🩷🩷🩷
Notyn_ 🩷🩷🩷
Username6 ohh??👀👀
Username7 NOO THEY WOULDN’T
Charles_leclerc hmm😐
Username8 ohh jealous charles i see😮
Username9 only here to see the Charles and Alex fight🥤🍿
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Notyn_ i would like to thank vogue for having me!! 🥰🥰
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Iamrebbecad Vouge is so lucky to have you!
Notyn_ aww shucks🤭
Vougemagazine that’s true tho!
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Username10 gorgeous as always👏🏻👏🏻
Oscarpiastri it’s okay ig
Notyn_ you know u love me🙉
Oscarpiastri hmm touché
Username11 R THEY CASUALLY FLIRTING??
Username12 i am afraid @Charles_Leclerc lost to @Oscarpiastri
Username13 i believe so too
Charles_Leclerc stunning!!
Francisca.cgomes hmm sure she is
Username14 THAT’S OUR GIRL
Username15 GO GET HIM
Bernardokath So prettyyyy! Miss you sm
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Notyn_ “I can’t relate to desperation” -Sabrina Carpenter🫶🏻
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Username16 is she implying something here🤔
Username17 it’s giving tho
Carmenmmundt i know someone who does-
Notyn_ 🤭🤭🤭
Username18 OMFG IS IT CHARLES??
Notyn_ who knows🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️
Username18 yup definitely charles
Username19 i js love her sm🥰🥰
Username20 on my knees for this girl
Charles_Leclerc I could buy u lots of that!
Notyn_ fuck off🤣
Carmenmmundt 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Francisca.cgomes 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Lilymhe 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Iamrebbecad 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Username21 THE WHOLE GANG IS SO PROUD OF HER
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Oscarpiastri Soft launching is outdated anyws😉
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Notyn_ EXCUSE ME?? U said soft launching was cute🤨🤨
Oscarpiastri nu uh i said YOU were cute not the soft launch
Notyn_ well okay cutie🥰
Username22 not yn being submissive to him
McLaren welcome to the family @Notyn_
McLaren orange suits u way better than red anyways
Username23 ADMIN WHAT
Username24 admin team oscyn all the way
Username25 YN IS SO BEAUTIFUL😍😍
Charles_Leclerc tf…
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maxlarens · 9 months ago
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MV: YUCK! ⭐ part three
pairing(s): max verstappen x photographer!reader
summary: your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear.
fc: daisy edgar jones
a/n: enjoy pookies! happy miami day! i’ll be dead asleep when this posts but looking forward to waking up to sprint qual results and all the love you guys have been giving my smaus so far🥹
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ynusername happy now daniel?
user1 WOOO danny ric #1 in the carousel
user2 omg
danielricciardo I guess 😐
⤷ redbullracing not slutty enough?
⤷ ynusername oh my god not you too
⤷ danielricciardo Definitely not slutty enough
⤷ ynusername when will this joke end
user3 when are these from?
⤷ user4 media day at the miami gp
maxverstappen1 Lol
⤷ user5 has anyone noticed that he comments on basically all of her posts?
⤷ user6 dry ass comments though
⤷ user8 🤷🏼‍♀️ he’s still commenting, says something doesn’t it
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ynpersonal RAHHH P1 and P2😭😭 i literally couldn’t be prouder of you two!!!!!! love u both to absolute pieces!!!
user1 Woahh good job!!
ysistersuser huh🤔
⤷ ysistersuser oh i mean CONGRATS GUYYSSS🏆🎉
user2 photos are incredible! did you take any?
⤷ ynpersonal yeah i took the ones of max and dan! the first one is from sky news’ twitter haha
maxverstappen1 Couldn’t have done it without you ❤️
⤷ ynpersonal SO SO proud of you maxie. it’s all you x
user3 amazing result! and a p3 for leclerc!
danielricciardo Where are you? Aren’t you coming out tonight? You can’t bail! Look how proud of us you are
⤷ ynpersonal YES dan christ im getting changed
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📸 can u tell i realised that u can insert more images on desktop😋 also pls ignore time stamps they mean nothing
taglist: @a-disturbing-self-reflection @evie-119 @taygrls @petrifying-risotto @bernelflo @spookystitchery @the-lynnie-the-pooh @illicitverstappen @stinkyjax @chezmardybum @dark-night-sky-99 @zucchinimalfoy @maxverstappendefender @xjval @persiar9 @personwhoisther @marymustdie @bearryyyy @nearlynadin @firelily-mimi @marvelfangirl04 @its-elias-world @youre-on-your-ownkid d @namgification (message me or comment if you’d like to be added to my tag list! ⭐️)
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rinhaler · 1 year ago
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step cest, virginity loss and non con with toji pretty please? :3
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the contrast between the content ur asking for and then the innocent little :3 face is sending me btw 😩 but u said pretty please so u shall receive!
warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, virginity loss, fem!reader, step cest, daddy kink, ddlg, step daddy!toji, no prep, cream pie, dacryphilia, praise, pet names.
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It’s too much for him.
Seeing how beautiful you’ve grown up to be. You’re so smart and kind, too. He feels like he’s losing you each and every day that he drops you off outside of your university building. He’ll never tire of hearing you express how proud of yourself you are to be the first in your family to get accepted.
But he’s starting to notice a change in you.
You’re wearing more makeup and spritzing more expensive perfume. Your tops are getting lower and your skirts are getting shorter. He notices it all because you’re in such close proximity to him whenever he gives you a ride to your classes. Your scent almost luring him into the deepest depths he can sink. Your naked thighs jiggling in the passenger seat practically begging him to push them apart so he can bare witness to your needy virgin cunt.
And he knows you’re still a virgin.
He hears the phone calls you have with your new friends while you pace back and forth in your bedroom talking about which guys in the class you think are cute. All the while he’s willing himself not to give in to his basic instinct and shove a hand down his pants and jerk himself off to the way you describe what you think sex might be like.
You’re adorably naïve.
You’ve convinced yourself it won’t hurt as badly as everyone says it will. Of course that could be the case if you were to fuck one of the pencil-dicked losers in your class. But it would be different with him. Your first time should be with him.
That’s what he tells himself when he sneaks into your room in the early hours of the morning. He knows you have an 8am class, but you’re such a good girl he’s sure you won’t mind. Hell, he’ll even let you skip it if you behave yourself.
He riled himself up too much thinking about what a fucking travesty it would be if you let some frat boy sully your insides. It can’t happen, it won’t happen. He muses to himself as he sits on the edge of your bed.
Your body slowly reacts to his presence as you blink away at the bleary filter in your eyes. You stiffen slightly when you realise you aren’t alone. When you see a shadowy figure looking down at you, every worst case scenario runs through your head in an instant.
“S’just me, darlin’.” he tells you, your vision comes into focus when you hear the all too familiar voice of your daddy. His hand holds your thigh, soothing you with a simple circling thumb.
“You scared me, daddy…” you sigh, getting comfortable in bed once again. You’re losing the battle against sleep, your eyelids feel heavy as you try to continually fight away the exhaustion. If daddy is here, it must be important, after all.
He’ll keep you safe, though.
You know there’s nothing to worry about with your daddy around.
“Need you to stay still ‘n be quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that?” he whispers. You barely register the sound of fabric being moved as you try and find his eyes in the sea of darkness. You, nod though, immediately proving what a good little girl you are for your daddy.
You feel a chill as he pulls your duvet away from your barely clothed body. It’s like you knew he’d be paying you a visit tonight. He can’t quite see, but wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.
“Oh, d-daddy?” you speak, quietly squirming a little as he slowly pulls them.
“Thought you were going to be quiet for me, hm?” he reminds you, a gruff tone to his soothing voice. “Be a good girl for daddy, yeah? Let this happen…”
You gulp, nervously, your body freezing at his words as you realise what’s going on. He yanks your shorts away and throws them over his shoulder, you bare cunt on display is making you consider maybe being with your daddy isn’t so safe.
Maybe your daddy doesn’t always have your best interests at heart.
There’s a clacking sound you can’t place. It’s filling the room along with daddy’s groaning. You flinch as you feel the mattress spring back into place before sinking deeper than it had before. Your body is trapped beneath his and you can’t stop yourself from crying. This isn’t how you imagined your first time, this isn’t how you would have imagined any time.
But you’re paralysed.
You’re powerless.
“D-Daddy… I don’t— I don’t… like… this…” you tell him, still unable to stop your tears from falling. You gasp as he effortlessly covers the lower half of your face with the palm of his hand.
You work out the source of that unrelenting clacking sound as he towers above you, furiously touching himself as he prepares to enter your tight heat.
“Of course ya do, sweetheart.” he kisses your forehead repeatedly as he rubs his heavy tip against your virgin slot. You cry into his hand as he begins to push into you at a snails pace. He’d never do anything to intentionally hurt his baby girl. But this is something he can’t control. “This is what little girls like you are made for. Makin’ their daddies feel so good.” he continues.
His emerald eyes are the only thing you can see in the dark abyss of your room. It’s terrifying, how the eyes you had trusted more than anyone else’s are making you want to scream out in fear.
He feels your tears and saliva dampen his hand as he bullies his cock into you. If he had any sort of conscience, he’s sure he’d feel guilty for not even having the decency to prepare you first. But you’re so fucking tight like this. Taking him like such a good girl, swallowing him whole and squeezing around him like he belongs to you.
And besides, no amount of preparation would have readied you for how well-endowed he is.
He rocks his hips into yours again and again, your screams turn to muffled moans beneath his heavy palm as his tip finds it’s sanctuary against your sweet spot. It hurts, fuck, he’s monstrously big and it fucking hurts.
You try to talk to him, words he’ll never understand as his hand stifles you. He isn’t sure if it’s wise to move it. Will you scream and cause a fuss? It’s a big risk. But you’ve always been a good girl. His good girl. So he slowly peels his hand away, your whimpering moans slowly creeping up your airways and running rampant through his perverse mind.
“’m made… made for you? For daddy?” you whisper. He smiles, smothering your voice with an incestuous kiss that neither of you seem to mind. “B-But it hurts, daddy! O-Ow, daddy’s too big for me!” you cry out, a little louder than you’d intended and certainly louder than Toji wanted. He covers your mouth once more, his brutal pace kicking into high gear as he slams his whole weight behind his thrusts.
“Good fuckin’ girl, baby.” he praises you, admiring how your eyes roll over white and your consciousness leaves your body and he pummels everything he has into you. “No one can know about this, got it? You can’t do this with anyone else either. Wan’ you t’be daddy’s special girl… f-forever.” he speaks, hips speech failing as he begins to reach his peak.
He hadn’t expected you to tighten around him, either. He’s gifted you with your first orgasm and your pussy hugging ‘n squeezing around him forces him to reject any concept of pulling out. You have him trapped inside of your previously untainted walls. Thick, white cum coats your insides and he collapses on you as he finishes.
His grunts continue to fill the room. Though they sound like they’re only meant for you to hear as he levels his mouth with your ear. You turn to face him, those familiar green eyes feel so safe again as he looks at you. Like you can trust him with anything. You could tell him any secret and he’d take it to the grave.
But you know better, now.
You know what you are to him.
“W-Why did you do that, daddy?” you ask him, your voice so timid and subdued. You always talk so sweetly to your daddy. He thinks if you didn’t want that, you would be picking a fight with him. You’d be screaming and crying and demanding an explanation. But you’re too sweet for that. You’re too much of a good girl for daddy to do any of that.
“… Because good little girls always let their daddy cum in them first.”
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shinigamigloss · 5 months ago
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disco tits
✎ one shot where leon fucks u in your kitchen (?)
cw: d in p, creampie, ooc leon soo yeah, degradation, ouch, unprotected sex, fem! reader, MDNI
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You really aren’t a slut, right? And yet, the dick currently pounding into you is why you look like the women in those pornographic videos – nipples hard and ready to go. As for Leon, he’s the kind of guy who rarely resorts to such things: one-night stands. He’s just a different story.
It was, and it’s the effect of your legendary disco tits – the ones sprouting out of your low-cut dress right now, the ones he’s been blatantly staring at. Leon is deeply indebted to the women who don’t wear bras under such beautiful dresses.
Onto the scenery.
Your panties are already on the floor – who gives a fuck? Leon can’t keep his hands to himself and clutches your right tit, crushingly – nails and all. The other one bounces on its own.
“Look at you, so proud, huh? Pretty little slut,” Leon praises, well, grunts – no doubt he’s praising.
He has to be praising, hopefully. You’ll be the judge of that; just do it later. Now, you’re quite busy.
Your legs are wrapped loosely around his waist, and your back is on the verge of a nasty twist on your kitchen island. Implicitly, you trust him; you just know he won’t let you fall.
Have you seen this guy?
The master of manhandling.
Your thighs are deliciously spread apart so that Leon can shove his cock almost out of your dripping cunt, plush pussy lips beyond stretched out. He’s holding back a smirk as you give out the most succulent whimper. Your beautiful voice is so tangy that it sends goosebumps down his spine as he fills you. You swear you can fucking see all the colors behind your blurred vision and closed eyes – the complexity of a giant rainbow whenever the tip eases inside your abscessed cervix.
Perhaps you should think about ditching work tomorrow since there’s no way you’re going to be working your ass off after... this. Walking straight will be as impossible as getting blood from a stone.
“This dress is made for me, for me, fuck– too tight – to watch ’em tits.”
Curses fly out of his mouth – no self-control. He’s fucking the most beautiful girl in the world in her kitchen, on your battered countertop, your cervix long gone – his condolences.
His thrusts jostle your insides voraciously – no self-control. He knows you’re close – the stunned look on your face and the saliva glistening down from your mouth should be enough. So, Leon releases your tit and rubs your fat bud with the pad of his thumb until your nerves are frayed, leaving you truly crimped.
You can’t help it; you're soaking his cock, wrapping it in your heat so warmly that he feels thoughtful enough to consult you, albeit his normal pull-out game is shit. He’s so damn close. How could he not when you’re still wet and simply perfect? He can’t stop admiring while he’s fucking.
“Where? In your mouth or—”
You disturb his query. It’s so stupid. 
“Inside! Please. Please, cum... inside.”
All night long, it’s the only sound you’ve made other than whimpering and whining – a high-pitched request, a necessity, if you will. Neither of you are sober enough to think about what happens next, and it doesn’t take long to get what you want. Leon’s watching with bated breath as your lovely cunt encases his gleaming cum, thick and warm.
He still won’t pull out, though – he worships your cunt as he languidly rolls his hips. Fucking and shoving back the residue of cum through your slit. He just needs to feel more, to keep you a while ’cause you’re beautifully slick; you’re written by his mess.
He really did it; his narcissism is through the roof. Fucked you so hard that bits and pieces of your brain melted through your flushed, ringing ears. Makes him proud; he’d be a fool to lie, infringing Pinocchio himself to live with a longer dick. And his dick is already long – mind you. 
“Good girl, what a good fucking work you did.”
One of the last things he says before leaving – not that you catch it in your hazy reverie as you’re still pining away, leaking on the counter like the dumb-fucked fool you are. At least you got his name and number... oh! Plus, his boxer briefs lying next to your panties.
Well, a start is a start, you suppose.
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yapileon · 2 months ago
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@TacklersCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 4
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fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader 3569w pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3
phew! that's a long one, but i'm really proud of it, i've tried to get more comfortable in my pacing, hope u guys like it<3
The grass still smelled the same, bringing back unwanted memories of yesterday’s humiliation. Sweat ran down your forehead as you used your shirt to wipe it off; Ona would be proud of that move. The exhaustion got the best of you and you let yourself flop on the turf, breathing heavily and rolling on your back. Every coach who had ever trained you had told you to walk it off, but there wasn't any scientific evidence of that, and more importantly, there were no coaches around you.
The Barcelona sky was bright blue, though you could spot a few clouds here and there. If you were in a better mood, you’d have tried to guess what object their shape matched. The gentle wind caressed your face and you couldn’t contain a shiver. When you had arrived earlier in the morning, it was still dark, and you had witnessed the sun rise. Yesterday’s mistake pushed you to come to the field early to train. You needed to plunge your head back in the game, and quickly. The taste of humiliation still bitter in your mouth.
You had pushed yourself through multiple sets of drills, though none that would really improve your timing as you were training alone. But still, you knew you needed to run off the embarrassment, so you tackled shadow opponents, working on quickly going up and down. You sprinted until it felt like your legs would fall off. You did so many ball control exercises with intricate cones patterns it made your head spin. The previously pristine pitch now scattered with proofs of your training while you lay sprawled on the ground.
A voice shut up behind you, startling you in the process. “You do know what recovery day means, right?” The blonde had a disapproving tone matching the look on her face. “You’re not supposed to sneak in extra practice.” she finishes sternly. You gave your capitain a sheepish look.
“Running never hurt anyone?” you tried, but it seemed like Alexia wasn’t having any of it. So you followed up, “Why are you here anyways, are you not supposed to be in the recovery room?”
The older woman was not impressed.
“Part of the recovery plan today is to have an activation session.” she glared at you and you felt your body shrink in the dirt. At that, her voice softened when she added “Now stop being snarky and tell me what’s wrong, Cariño.” Her gaze felt heavy on you, like she was trying to see right through you. Maybe she did.
You open your mouth to speak but words are caught in your throat, no sounds leaving the tip of your tongue. Your hands are clenched and you can’t help but stare at them, or really anything but Alexia standing in front of you. The blonde sighed, and gently came to lay with you on the pitch.
Alexia isn’t sure of what to do. For the few days she has known you, you were always such a cheerful and energetic person. You managed to coax smiles out of the most serious players, all because your chaotic aura was incredibly endearing. She guessed your personality might have fooled them all, you’re still only a child after all. Seventeen and so much pressure on your shoulders.
“You’re doing great you know” she starts her voice warm, but you look up at her, frowning.
“I tackled a cone yesterday.” you whisper, words spilling out of your mouth before you could really think about it.
She frowns. “…That’s what it’s about?” her head tilts, giving away her confusion.
“Well, I mean, It’s just…” you struggle to piece together a correct phrase. You look up to see Alexia giving you a gentle, encouraging smile, and somehow it’s enough to send you in a ramble.
“Because, I’m trying really hard! But then I messed up that tackle. And, and! The Mapi cardboard, it was just to be funny, since we had talked about it during team bonding.” You rattled, gesturing without making much sense.
“But fans aren’t happy with me, and they’re right! I’m here to play football, because it’s my job! You guys shouldn’t have to deal with this, we’re not here to have fun, It’s not- I shouldn’t-” Your distress was cut off by Alexia, pulling you in her arms, but you can’t stop yourself. “I just, I should not be making everyone’s life harder,” your voice breaks and you clutch at your captain like your life depends on it.
The blonde gently caresses you back, shushing you and you feel yourself sink into her.
“Why are you apologizing? You have done nothing wrong, I promise you no one is mad at you, for anything. You’ve made us laugh so much in so little time, and we can see you’re working hard,” her voice is full of gentleness, and you can tell she really means it. She gently wipes away some of your tears with her sleeve.
“The cone!” you half sob on her shoulder.
A chuckle escaped Alexia’s lips and she slapped a hand on her mouth, you recoiled, audibly gasping and looking at her with wide eyes.
And the absurdity of the situation hit you like a freight train.
You were somewhere between a laugh and a cry now, “It’s not funny!” you whined, pushing her shoulder with your hand.
“Perdón, Cariño” the blonde chuckled, “It’s just, all this for a cone?”
You pouted, and the captain shook your shoulder slightly, giving them a squeeze.
“You’ve just been promoted to one of the best clubs in the world, you’re fitting in really well, you’ve got potential and Mapi is basically your mentor already, but you’re worried about one failed tackle?” she questioned with a smirk.
You hid your face in your hands. It seemed so stupid said like that, and you felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. Alexia got up, clutching your hand in hers to pull you with her.
“Come on, Diablilla, let’s go get changed before activation begins, sí? ” she awkwardly patted your head and started dragging you toward the locker room. “Oh and, I think Mapi is going to want to see your cardboard soon again, apparently she has many ideas for pictures” she said, her voice mixed with amusement and disapproval while you chuckled.
Alexia really did find you very endearing, and she knew the whole team felt the same way. They just needed to make you understand. It seemed really well timed when Mapi saw you walking in the tunnel and pulled you into her arms.
Her arms squish you into her body, and you give her a weak laugh. When Mapi pulls back and sees traces of tears on your face, she frowns. “¿Estás bien?” she asks you, her face full of concern.
“Better now,” you answer truthfully.
“Actually, Mapi,” you begin, “I wanted to say, thank you. For what you wrote, on the cardboard…You know.” you voice is low and when your eyes meet, you shy away.
When you look back to her though, she’s got a smile going up to her ears, her eyes sparkling. The brunette pinches your cheeks, surprising you.
“Well, look at you being all emotional?” Her voice is full of playfulness and you can tell she’s not going to spot annoying you.
“Mapi! Stop!” you squeal. You two bicker the whole way to the locker room, pushing each other.
She puts her arm over your shoulder and pinches the back of your neck with her thumb and index. “I’m just doing mentor duty, Cariño,” she smirks.
“You’re supposed to be the mature one!” you whine after she tickles you for the third time.
Alexia smiles profoundly seeing you two walking in front of her. You looked so shaken up when she had seen you on the field, she wasn’t sure anything she might tell you would help.
You made your way to the door entry, almost running to escape from Mapi’s rough love. You spotted Ingrid and ran to hide behind her.
“Ingrid! Mapi is annoying me!” you fake a pout.
The Norwegian looks surprised at the forward love you show both Mapi and her. But still, she plays into your game, throwing her arms up to take a more protective role.
“María, leave Skrulla alone.” she says sternly.
Mapi sighs, giving up and going to her place, grumbling bad words at the both of you. You just stick your tongue out at the tattooed woman, earning yourself a disapproving look from Irene. But Vicky’s voice shoots up before you can say anything else.
“Oh Mapi, looks like you’re going to sleep on the couch because of the new kid!” Her voice is teasing, making the whole team bark out a laugh.
You made your way to your locker, still snickering from the scene that had just happened. It felt a bit crazy to you, the way your teammates had managed to get you to calm down from your self deprecating state so quickly. Normally, it would take you days of very rough training to get over a mistake like the one you had done yesterday. Yet, Alexia alone had managed to take so much of the weight off of your shoulders. If the captain of the team, one of the most hardworking people you knew, did not see any trouble with what happened yesterday, then you’d trust her.
You reached for your locker, wanting to get changed in some jogging before going to the activation session, as you won’t be playing football. They mainly consisted of cardio and active stretches.
As you turned the lock open, an avalanche of neon orange and yellow fell in your arms. What felt like close to one hundred cones were spilling from your locker, getting everywhere on you and bouncing off the floor as you tried to catch them.
The whole team laughs as you turn around, mouth wide open and still clutching some of the cones against yourself.
“WHO?!” you scream, still shocked.
“Thought you needed extra tackling practice!” Pina manages to say in between wheezes which sends the team crackling even more. You can feel your cheeks heat up.
“That’s karma for making Ingrid tell off Mapi,” Jana adds, not helping your case.
Then it’s Ona who chimes in, “Looks like Diablilla got tricked,” but you hardly hear them, your eyes get caught into Pina's eyes and she bolts.
“She’s so dead!” you yell as you start chasing Pina, who runs away, still clutching at her ribs from laughing too much.
Pina almost manages to run away until she reaches a dead end in the maze of hallways the stadium is. Instead of letting herself be caught, she simply traces back her steps, feinting you so you can’t trap her, and making a beeline for the locker room, again. You chase her, smirking when you realize her mistake, in the locker room, you’ll be able to trap her.
When Pina bursts through the door of the room where most of your teammates are, quickly followed by yourself, you can hear Caro and Irene telling the both of you off.
But your brain doesn’t register it, you’re too focused on wanting to catch the forward. Pina had spotted Alexia and decided to mirror the situation you were previously in with Mapi and Ingrid, except she literally gripped Alexia and threw her at you, using her like some kind of shield. The look on your captain face is laughable, a mix of shock and bewilderment
“¡Madre mía! Pina, Y/n, Para!” the blonde screams in frustration, trying to separate you like two children fighting.
Except the harsh scolding is enough to distract Pina, giving you time to throw yourself at her, wrestling her to the floor.
Neon colors near you grab your attention, so you pick up one of the flat disks and drop it on top of Pina’s head.
“You got cone-ed!” you squeal, your body vibrating with laughter. You step back and look around the room, everybody is wheezing at your banter. Mapi is absolutely dying from the look on Alexia’s face (who still hasn’t recovered from Pina almost sacrificing her to save her skin) and you’re sure the tattooed woman will never let the captain forget.
Salma and Vicky are snickering while filming the both of you. You’re certain it’s going to be posted on the official fcb account, but you’re laughing so much you can’t bring yourself to be bothered.
Irene shakes her head, “Dios Mío, these kids are more tiring than Mateo.” But the smile tugging at her lips tells you she doesn’t really mean it.
“So, you are all going to inhale for 5 seconds, hold it in for 5 seconds, and then exhale for 5 seconds, we’re going to do it together. Remember to keep your eyes closed.” The yoga teacher said with what she probably thought was a soothing voice.
Apparently, in the weekly recovery session, yoga classes were mandatory. They happened after the activation training, which the coaches probably hoped would help the team settle before yoga. You had gotten through the actual yoga positions well enough. But they were followed by a few minutes of meditation, much to your dismay. Staying still and keeping your mouth close was not something you had ever been good at. Especially not while trying to “clear your thoughts away”. You were sitting in the lotus position, looking around, fully aware you were disrespecting what the instructor had said mere seconds ago.
You audibly sighed when you realized all the women had their eyes closed, deeply uninterested in doing anything else than the breathing exercise. Unfortunately for you, your sigh was heard by Alexia, who opened one eye to shoot daggers at you. You quickly turned your head and shut your eyes. You’d have never guessed the Catalan woman to be so into meditation.
“We’ll redo the same thing, but now, you are going to release all the tension in your body when you exhale,” the teacher continued to dictate.
The collective noise of inhaling was loud in the room full of tranquility.
Suddenly, a piercing screech broke the peacefulness.
“AAAAAAAAAH” you just couldn’t help it, the tension had escaped your body, without meaning to, in a very dramatic way. You froze, not daring to open your eyes and the whole team stilled.
“What was that?!” Mapi exclaimed herself, her voice breaking the silence quickly followed by a snort.
“Did someone just exorcise a demon?” Jana said, faking being scared.
“Someone isn’t feeling very zen,” said Ingrid with an amused voice as she elbowed you in the ribs barely holding in her laughter.
You opened your eyes to see the whole team staring at you, the teacher looked bewildered. You felt yourself sink in the mushy mat, “I didn’t mean to!” you mumbled weakly.
“It’s called the scream it out method! Very trendy,” Pina said, leaning against Patri stile cracking up and you shot her a glare. She was pushing her luck today, and the smirk she gave you confirmed it. The prank war was on.
Even Alexia couldn’t help herself, “That’s certainly not in a yoga manual.”
You let yourself flop back on the mat as you heavily groaned.
“Though I’m sure the tension did leave her body,” replied Frido. You stared at her trying to look annoyed, but the Swedish woman just shrugged, still laughing.
Mapi had apparently managed to calm herself. She had gotten up to plop down next to you. Her eyes were mischievous when said “Why would you just release tension when you can traumatize the entire team by screaming?” and even you couldn’t hold back a chuckle with how proud she looked about her joke.
The “traumatized” team seemed in a very nice mood, all cracking up more as the team continued to pile their jokes on you. You covered your face with your hand, still slightly embarrassed but the chuckle of the whole team made you feel better.
Alexia got up, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, we’ll stretch out a bit more and then we’re done for the day. And no more screaming, Cariño” she said with a stare. You nodded, giving her an embarrassed smile.
“Wait, that’s all she gets? Last time I did something like that, you made me run 10 laps!” Pina added, looking astonished.
“Only one of us can be the favourite!” you replied. Irene, who was walking behind you, gave you a soft tap on the back of the head making you wince.
“That’s child abuse,” you deadpanned and Irene choked back a snort, giving you a judgmental look.
Mapi and you were exchanging about various defending strategies while you rolled your calves on the foam, frowning when it hit a particular tense spot. The Spaniard was leaning into Ingrid while the Norwegian was chatting with Frido.
The team was scattered into multiple different friend groups and you couldn’t quite believe you had lucked out in the middle of defender heaven. You would have spent more time fangirling about it in your head if you hadn’t been struck with the smartest plan ever.
You knew you wanted to take vengeance for Pina’s prank, but Alexia and Irene, as good captains, were keeping a close eye on you, apparently feeling your prankster aura. But they underestimated your brain, and what you were capable of, really. What was better than being able to mess with someone without them knowing you’d be the one doing it? Ok, tackling an opponent was better. But still, your idea was pretty cool.
A mischievous smile took over your lips as you opened your phone, logging into your fan account to start editing a meme. Once satisfied, you set a timer so it would publish in 10 minutes.
You raised your eyes from the screen to see Mapi staring at you, she was squinting and her head was tilted.
“What is our little Diablilla planning again?” she said with a smirk, loud enough for the two Scandinavians to look at you, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re imagining things, Mapi.” you tried to secure your voice as much as possible. You realized using the fan account and posting while surrounded by the team was risky. But you knew nobody has seen you, and with the delayed post? They wouldn’t figure it out. So you placed your phone on the ground, and joined Frido’s and Ingrid’s conversation. You knew both women (all three of them, really) loved coffee, so you couldn’t help yourself when you heard they were speaking about coffee shops.
“Oh! Do you guys know that one place around the corner? I used to go there before practice when I was at La Masia,” you started rambling.
It didn’t seem to bother them though, instead, the women were listening attentively to your story about what you called “the best coffee in the world”. They were so interested in fact, that you all decided you’d go there together tomorrow, and you couldn’t hide the gigantic smile on your face.
The coffee talk was interrupted by Frido’s phone pinging, she picked up the phone, eyes sparkling with interest.
“New post from the TacklerCulers account!” she announced and Ingrid quickly leaned over her shoulder to be able to see the screen.
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TacklerCulers: Everybody hold their boots! Pinagoal or, should I say, Spongeboal?
Both women burst out laughing and threw the phone at Mapi so the both of you could have a look too.
“You have to see this!” Ingrid had blurted out between chuckles.
Mapi had looked at them with a curious expression, until her face had changed into one of pure happiness, her eyes crinkling.
“Pina! You’ve been turned into a meme now!” Mapi called out, making the small spanish come running toward you. You gave a knowing chuckle. God, this was even better than you had planned.
“…I don’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed?” she said after being blessed by the sight of that meme.
“Definitely flattered,” you said as innocently as possible, “This is a work of art.”
“This feels like a hate crime.” she shot back, frowning at you.
Frido is laughing harder when she chimes in “It’s already trending, wait till people start showing up to matches with posters of this.” Her statement made Pina frown, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.
“Actually Pina, that’s really what you looked like,” you add quickly with a smirk.
“Who even runs this account?” the forward shriek, and her eyes narrow at you.
“I’m not brilliant enough I fear,” you reply trying to seem sincere, but you can’t help feeling a cold sweat running down your neck, making the hair stand up, alert.
A few other players had seen the commotion and had come to check it out, eyes full of curiosity. Patri was laughing hard when Frido had tilted the phone to show her.
“The resemblance is uncanny,” she observed.
“I hate you all.” Pina blurted out, sending the whole group gasping for air.
You clutch at your belly from how painful it is to laugh so much. You’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re full on snorting in a loud, uncontrollable way. The joy is warm in your body, filling it delightfully. You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt in a while, and maybe everything would be ok, after all.
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b3ach-bunn7 · 6 days ago
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STEPHANIE
Gojo is your physics tutor and you’re sort of in love with him
Textfic, fluff, Highschool!au
(art Creds to @/eldritcheaven on twitter!)
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September 16th
5:38 pm
You: hiyaaa :D
You: is this Gojos number? Shoko says u can tutor me 😙
Gojo: whats the tutoring for
You: uh school?
Gojo: I mean what subject..?
You: OH LMAO
You: physics :((
Gojo: okay
Gojo: who r u again
You: Y/N
Gojo: okay meet me at the library Thursday after school
You: okayyy see u there 😁
September 18th
6:40 pm
You: gojo how am I gonna finish all this work BY MONDAY
Gojo: that’s three days
Gojo: this is easy stuff
You: FOR YOU
You: I have cheerleading until seven tomorrow night and Saturday
Gojo: okay..
Gojo: that’s my problem how?
You: okay just say u hate me
Gojo: I hate you
You: whatever
September 21st
1:06 am
You: IM DONE!
You: r u impressed
Gojo: no
You: wtf
Gojo: bring it to me at lunch so I can grade it
You: okayyyy
You: goodnight 🩷
Seen
September 21st
1:40 pm
You: GOJO WHERE R U
Gojo: in the library
You: why aren’t u in the cafeteria
Gojo: because it’s too noisy
Gojo: I can’t read in there
You: ha ha nerddd
Gojo: shut up and hurry up.
You: Okayyyy okay
You: Can u see me 🤔
Gojo: no the bright orange cheerleading costume is really hard to miss
You: 😒
You: So is the bone white hair and glasses
Gojo: hurry up
September 21st
8:12 pm
Gojo: ur so shit at physics
You: Uhm okay
You: thanks? 😭
Gojo: im sorry that was rude
Gojo: fear not that’s why I’m here
You: okay
Gojo: don’t worry it’s nothing my genius can’t fix
You: try not brag challenge fail
Gojo: you free tomorrow?
You: I should be yeah
Gojo: okay come to the library after school
You: can’t wait… 😔
September 22nd
4:06pm
You: Gojo
You: GOJO
Gojo: you are literally in front of me speak
You: nk the librarian is looking at me 😓
Gojo: okay so what
You: don’t look so annoyed at me
Gojo: im not annoyed at u
You: okay fine
You: do u have a highlighter
Gojo: …
You: DONT ROLL UR EYES AT ME
Gojo: there is LITERALLY ONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF U
You: omg ur first caps lock 🙁🩷 I’m so proud
Gojo: stop laughing
You: I’m sorry u look so angry over a highlighter..
You: and I can see you smiling too 😒
Gojo: shut up.
September 23rd
7:06 pm
You: Nerdjo I have a question
Gojo: never call me that
You: 😒😒okay.. can I ask u a question now
Gojo: if it’s about the work I gave u just wait until Friday
You: UTS NOT
Gojo: oh
Gojo: okay what
You: would you rather only drink water for the rest of ur life or be allowed to drink anything you like but it always has to have a drop of pee in it
Gojo: where is the pee coming from
You: You don’t know..
Gojo: is it healthy pee
Gojo: because if not then idk what’s in it and I could contract a disease like typhoid or smth
Gojo: and also utis and that’s painful enough as is without me drinking to catch it
Gojo: also how much is a drop
Gojo: is it a ratio thing? So every 1% of any drink I drink is pee or is it always a drop
Gojo: because in that case I can just drink a lot of smth and the pee will cancelled out
You: wtf
Gojo: sorry I’m rambling
You: No.. don’t apologise.. U have opened my eyes
You: I never thought of it like that
You: Also do u think it would like make my drink yellow..
You: Cause that’s GEROOSS
You: voice note elapsed: 00:40
Gojo: voice note elapsed 1:02
September 24th
2:06 pm
You: IM SO EMBARASSED
You: Walk of shame to my seat in my cheerleading outfit god TAKE ME
Gojo: ha ha ha
Gojo: don’t be late next time
You: Shut up
You: I hate Yaga and he hates me
Gojo: he loves me
You: yeah cause ur good at physics and I’m poo at it
Gojo: better focus then
You: okay
September 24th
2:20pm
You: Gojo
You: Gojo
You: NERDJO!!
Gojo: stop texting me
You: move u bag from the chair next to u
Gojo: what???
You: MOVE IT
You: I’m coming to sit next to you
Gojo: tf why
You: the guy next to me won’t shut up
You: and I need ur nerd aura to make me smarter
Gojo: ur so stupid
Gojo: hurry up then
You: WOPPEE OMW
September 25th
1:06 am
You: Gojo r u awake
Gojo: we have school tmrw go to sleep
You: U R 😏
Gojo: freak
Gojo: what do u want
You: I’m bored
You: And I’m confused on question three on the history hw 😓
Gojo: okay..
Gojo: ask me tomorrow
You: Or I can call u rn an u can help me..?
Gojo: .
You: PLEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE 🙏
Gojo: you have ten minutes
You: YAY
Gojo and Y/N
25/9/2024 Time elapsed: 30:07
September 25th
11:05 am
You: GOJOOOO
You: Can I sit with u in econ today 😏
Gojo: what do u need help with now
You: Uhmmm I don’t need help
You: I just wanna sit with u..
Gojo: oh
Gojo: okay
You: YIPPEEEE
September 26th
12:21 pm
Gojo: YOU WATCH ANIME??????
You: WHY R U YELLING 😭😭
You: Yes… it’s my deep dark secret don’t tell anyone 😔
Gojo: okay with the sasuke keyring on ur bag…
You: LOL
You: how did you even see it where r u..
Gojo: stalking you in the corridors watch out
You: Okay Joe from you
Gojo: ur living ur own Netflix series rn 🩷
You: EMOJIS???
You: Who r u and where’s Gojo gone??!?££?
You: Whats ur favourite anime
Gojo: voice note elapsed: 1:34
September 28th
2:06 am
Gojo: do u think time travel is real
Gojo: or like will be real in the future
Gojo: I feel it could be because like we just advance in technology more and more as time goes by
Gojo: like if u said FaceTime would be a think in 1920 they’d probably hang u
Gojo: there was that Stephen hawking thing he did with like the party invite but
Gojo: if I was from the future I wouldn’t time travel just to prove him right like u just have an ego now
Gojo: food for thought 🩷
September 28th
7:21 am
You: SORRY I WAS AT PRAVTISE and U messaged me at like one am?)
You: But I thinking about you the whole time
Gojo: awwwww youre making me blush
You: SHURRUP
You: i was thinking about ur question not u
Gojo: same thing kinda
You: enough
You: voice note elapsed: 00:54
Gojo: girl u r not Snow White dinosaurs will eat u
You: We will find out when I time travel to the Jurassic era and kiss one
September 29th
3:37 PM
Gojo: why do u keep staring at me do ur work
You: Cause i have a question for u but im shy..🥺🥺
Gojo: EW cringe
Gojo: just ask me
You: You keep looking at me with those bombastic blue eyes im nervous
Gojo: ur so dramatic
You: DONT LAUGH AT ME
Gojo: so text me then
You: okay….
You: We have a pep rally soon can u come
Gojo: was that it..
You: YES
Gojo: girl im coming anyway geto is playing
You: UR FRIENDS WITH GETO???
Gojo: hes my best friend
You: Wait thats true ur always together
You: You know allll the girls on my team have a phat crush on him🤧
Gojo: mhm
Gojo: and are you one of those girls?
You: Nah hes not my type
Gojo: and what is ur type
You: Boys with bombastic blue eyes😏
You: R U BLUSHINGGGG
Gojo: shut up and do ur work
September 30th
9:45 pm
Gojo: ar eu home
You: Yeah why..
Gojo: play roblox with me
You: LOL
You: How’d u know im a gaymer..
Gojo: hoe u is not a gaymer
You: HEY
You: ill have u know im plat on overwatch..?
Gojo: wait actually
You: Actually
Gojo: ….
Gojo: HOP ON OW
You: Uhm sorry i cant im doing the hw my annoying tutor sent me
Gojo: im sure ur sexy smoking hot tutor will let u off this time
You: YAY
Gojo and Y/N
30/9/2024 Time elapsed: 3:46:07
October 1st
12:34 pm
Gojo: pep rally in five days
Gojo: r u nervous
You: Gojo texting me in school..?
Gojo: dont change the subject sweetheart
You: POO
You: Im scared yeah
You: I always am before a game tho
You: Like what if my shirt slips when I’m flipping and i flash my bra
Gojo: the game will get ten times better?
You: HEY
Gojo: JOKUNG IM JOKING
You: As an apology take me out for lunch today 😙
Gojo: ugh fine
You: XD
October 2nd:
2:07 pm
You: WHERE R U
You: GOJO
Gojo: me and geto went out for lunch
You: COME BACK NOW
Gojo: are you okay????
You: YES I WANNA GIVE U A HUG AND A KISS
Gojo: are you having a stroke??
You: SHOKO GAVE ME THE KEYRING
You: A LITTLE NARUTO TO MATCH MY SASUKEEE
You: THANK U SM
Gojo: ur welcome
You: 😁😁😁
You: Bring me back a coke
Gojo: ugh fine
Gojo: do i still get that hug and kiss
You: hmmm I’ll see
October 3rd:
10:21 am
You: image attachment
You: LOOK LOOK LOOK
Gojo: WELL DONE
You: A BBBBBB
You: IN PHYSICSS WHO AM I
Gojo: WELL DONE
You: Thanks for the tutoring🤤
Gojo: wait im the goat
You: hoe EYE am the goat..?
Gojo: i guess it was a team effort
You: Yeah duh
Gojo: good job sweetheart
You: 😁😁😁😁
October 3rd:
9:06 pm
You: ik we had plans but let me come home then we can play
You: Practise ran so late sorry pookie
Gojo: wait ur at school rn??
You: Yes….. kms shortly😔
Gojo: how r u getting home?
You: Walking
Gojo: girl..?
You: My parents r working and i cant drive leave me ALONE
Gojo: wait im coming to get u
You: You dont need to do that gojo
Gojo: i do im omw
You: OKay
You: Btw i like ur new glasses
Gojo: u noticed?
Gojo: stop staring at me all the time omg..
You: I cant help it
You: i love u and all four of ur bombastic blue eys
Gojo: not picking u up anymore
You: IM SORRRY🙏🙏🙏🙏
You: PLZ COME MY KNIGHT IN SHINING GLASSES
You: PLEASEEEE
Gojo: ughhh fineee
Gojo: just because u begged so nicely
You: ahahahah SHUT UP
October 3rd
10:15 pm
Gojo: r u home
You: u literally just watched me walk through my door
Gojo: so..
Gojo: what if someone took u from inside
You: Ur right hoe…
Gojo: im always right
You: Yeah yeah freaking nerd
Gojo: dont hate me cause u aint me
Gojo: ima graduate cum laude in the future
You: Why u talkign about cum u freak
Gojo: shut up
You: cum laude more like cum load 🤣🤣
Gojo: i hate u
You: LMAOOO
You: Ik ur laughng rn
You: Call me
Gojo: say please
You: Please call me four eyes🤞
Gojo and Y/N
03/10/2024 Time elapsed: 4:20:07
October 4th
3:47 am
Gojo: omg did I tell you
Gojo: I was reading this essay on behavioural psychology and it was talking about how like the concept of territoriality in humans it’s so interesting
Gojo: it’s related to how primates make their space
Gojo: not like actually of course nobody is peeing anywhere
Gojo: it’s also related to quantum physics in an weird way
Gojo: voice note elapsed: 2:12
October 4th
7:54 am
You: Whatever you say gorgeous 🙏🙏🙏
You: THATS COOL THO A
You: I got like a quarter of what u said but icloveee psychology
You: I wanna study it at university
You: my fav part is attachment and like child development and stuff
You: so ur next rant topic is going to be about that thanks 🩷
Gojo: did u actually listen to all that
Gojo: sorry I get carried away
You: Duh I listened and don’t apologise or ill shoot u
Gojo: thanks 🩷
Gojo: i bought u a coffee
You: YAYY
You: I’ll meet u at the entrance
October 5th
1:07 am
Gojo and Y/N
05/10/2024 Time elapsed: 2:39:07
Gojo: good luck for tomorrow
You: Thank u 😁
You: I’m gonna need it…
Gojo: shut up ur gonna do fine
Gojo: I’ll cheer u on from the stands
You: YAY
October 6th
3:54 pm
Gojo: get off ur phone and lock in
You: I CANT FIND U
Gojo: I’m like the third row from the bottom
Gojo: next to Shoko
You: I SEE U
You: I recognise those bombastic blue eyes anywhere🩷🩷🩷🩷
Gojo: awww is that big smile all for me
You: Shut it
You: Are those big flowers all for me??? 😁
Gojo: no they’re for the huzz
You: What if I kill you?
Gojo: plz don’t
Gojo: they are for u
You: Ur such a nerd
You: Thank u 😏
You: Ur coming to getos after right??
Gojo: yes
You: Good
Gojo: but
You: Butbwhat
Gojo: we could hang out instead
Gojo: just me and you
You: Are u asking me out on a date gojo????
Gojo: yeah kinda
You: I can see u blushing from over here
You: DONT TURN AROUJD
You: Ofc I’d rather hang out with u
You: See u after the rally😙😙😙😙
Gojo: good luck
Gojo: u look pretty in ur uniform
You: Thwnk u 😁😁😁
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NERDJJO ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEE 🤞🤞🤞😓🥺 these text fics r so fun to write oh my sigma..
guys I know Gojo was kinda mean at first but he thought u were using him for his smarts… also idk I headcanon that he’s not as energetic as he is canonically.. like u think hes always bragging and dry but hes actually just itching to tell u facts about quantum physics
I HOOE U ALL ENJOYED 🩷 as always drop any asks in my inbox !!!!
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darlingdaisyfarm · 28 days ago
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What do u think dad!Ford would be like? 🥹
☆彡 Ford Pines as a dad :)
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★ his past haunts him. Ford is hyper-aware of his own mistakes and he’s terrified of repeating them. if he gets snappy or distant, he always circles back to apologise to his kid. “i didn’t mean to upset you. im still learning how to be better at this.”
★ academic expectations aren’t a thing for him. Ford understands the pressure of being “the smart one” better than anyone, so he refuses to let his kid feel the same weight. they could be an artist, a gardener, or a professional bubble blower, he’ll support them 100%
★ awkward, deeply earnest. he’s the dad who gives his kid a PowerPoint presentation on how much he loves them or offers comfort by saying things like: “i believe your emotional pain is valid and deserves acknowledgment.” but he’ll also stay up all night building a model of the andromeda galaxy for their science fair because he wants them to feel supported
★ he loves teaching them. not in a pushy way, but because it brings him joy to share what he knows
★ he's willing to explain the same thing 20 times if they don’t understand it or sit through the same annoying kids’ movie on repeat because it makes them happy
★ paranoid protector. if you think Stan is overprotective, Ford is worse. he teaches his kid how to build a Faraday cage just in case someone tries to control their brainwaves
★ PROUD NERD DAD. he’s that parent. the one who builds overly complicated science projects for the school fair or accidentally intimidates the teacher by asking if the curriculum includes quantum mechanics
★ Ford has seen things. he’s fought interdimensional monsters and battled with Bill Cipher, so yeah, he’s terrified of his kid getting hurt.
“you can’t go to that sleepover. what if it’s a trap set by extradimensional entities?!”
“dad, it’s just Timmy’s house.”
“just Timmy’s house, you say? that’s exactly what Bill would want me to think!”
★ he gives his kid tracking devices disguised as bracelets and builds a mini forcefield generator for their room. It’s a lot, but it all boils down to one thing: he’s terrified of losing them, like he almost lost Stan
★ notes on the fridge with text “out of milk. also, don’t touch the glowing rock in the lab, it might be sentient.”
★ Ford doesn’t always know how to express affection, but he’s so proud of his kid. hes the guy clapping too loud at the school play, or awkwardly trying to high-six after a good report card
★ i have a feeling he'll insist on preparing the kid for every possible situation, from wilderness survival to escaping an alternate dimension. he turns a simple camping trip into an intense survivalist training session.
“so you see this? this is how you create a makeshift compass using only a magnet and some swamp water. now, repeat it back to me.”
“Dad, can we just roast marshmallows?”
★ Ford knows he’s made some very questionable choices in life. and he’s determined to steer his kid away from making the same mistakes. but he also knows that life isn’t meant to be lived in fear. so he tries to let his kid explore and make their own mistakes, even if it kills him to watch
★ he does these impressions of weird creatures he’s studied to make the kid laugh or making up ridiculous bedtime stories about interdimensional adventures
★ being genuinely interested in whatever the kid loves. they mention liking stars? he’s pulling out telescopes and teaching them how to navigate by constellations. they doodle in a notebook? he’s buying them every art supply and researching the history of visual storytelling
★ if the kid needs help with a project, he’ll spend hours (or days) going overboard. you’ll find him at 2 AM in his study, hunched over a model volcano, muttering about optimizing the lava flow
★ casually mentions his interdimensional adventures at dinner and the kid eats it up because, let’s face it, having a dad who’s basically Indiana Jones with extra trauma is awesome
★ he’s terrified of being a bad father, of not being enough, and that fear can make him distant at times. he overthinks every decision, convinced he’s going to mess it all up. what if he's too much like his father? what if he pushes his kid too hard? but the thing is, he cares, so much. and his kid knows it, even if Ford’s love is sometimes wrapped up in layers of self-doubt and fear
★ if anyone messes with his kid oh, they’re done. Ford may be a nerd, but he’s also a six-fingered genius who’s survived the multiverse. he’ll calmly dismantle anyone who threatens his family
★ Ford's bedtime stories start off like normal fairy tales, but somehow they end as “and so, the starfish rebuilt its missing limb, but it always remembered the one it lost. and it knew that even though it was whole again, some things leave scars you never see.” you’re sobbing. the kid’s sobbing. Ford’s eyes are suspiciously glassy as he kisses them on the forehead and mutters something about needing to adjust the humidity in the room.
★ bonus point if he’s reading his kid a bedtime story, he gets way too into it, doing all the voices and even sketching out illustrations
★ Ford may not be that emotional as his brother, except when it comes to his kid. their first stick-figure drawing? framed in his study. their macaroni art project? encased in glass because he’s convinced it’s a modern masterpiece
★ i think Ford is usually the patient parent. but one day, after hours of hearing “why can’t I do this? why am I not good enough?” from his kid, he loses it.
“you think you’re not good enough? do you know what I see when I look at you? i see someone braver than I ever was, smarter than I’ll ever be and kinder than this world deserves. you are my child, my greatest achievement and if I hear you doubt yourself again, so help me, I’ll—” and then he has to stop because both of them are crying and hugging
★ he insists on teaching the kid “important life skills,” but half the time it’s just him geeking out while the kid watches in awe/confusion “okay now, if you ever find yourself trapped in an alternate dimension, here’s how you build a rudimentary portal using only a toaster and three rubber bands.”
“. . . can you teach me how to ride a bike instead?”
“right. yes. of course. bikes.”
★ and he never stops learning. about his kid, about himself, about what it means to be a father. it’s not always easy, but Ford is nothing if not resilient
★ Ford’s idea of a trip is hiking through the woods with a map and an emergency beacon, dragging his kid along while pointing out flora and fauna. “see this plant? highly toxic. don’t touch it.”
★ his passion for research often pulls him away, but he doesn’t want to miss a thing. over time, he learns to put boundaries in place, to walk away from the lab when it’s time for dinner or to prioritize their soccer game over his latest discovery
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hangesfavles · 9 months ago
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Nerd Hange headcanons
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4.1k words. AFAB NB loser! hange x bimbo (ish)! fem reader. <3
Summary: Hange is more of a socially inept lesbian redditor gamer nerd rather than a normal ‘i’m smart’ dweeb :). These are general hcs of how you met loser/streamer Hange, things they like and relationship dynamics including you secretly eating them out on stream. <3
A/N: this is my first ever attempt at nsfw so i’m sorry if it’s bad or nondescript! also i know both of my fics so far have been for afab reader, but going forward i plan to write for a genny nootch reader just because i find it to be inclusive to wider groups of hange lovers <3 lol and last time i posted i said i never wrote fanfiction before but that was a tiny fib because i wrote shitty dumpster fire fanfics in middle school, but i’ve /srsly never tried my hand at nsfw before, but i guess there's a first for everything. pls critique me if u have any thoughts but be nice i’m sensitive. also shoutout to @abbyslev for helping me brainstorm <3 if ur reading my fanfics u probably already do, but pleaaaase follow her if u dont she’s lovely!!!! :3
Warnings: Nsfw content under my 2nd divider, sort of exhibitionism and masturbation. Not all of this is nsfw, but I’d still like for MINORS TO DNI. However, I know that you guys like to ignore those warnings, so I bolded the nsfw sections. At the very least, please don’t read the bolded hcs. Thank you & enjoy reading!
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❥Loser! Hange who is in the same math course as you. When you walk in on the first day, you’re drawn to them, but not for the reasons you’d initially think. You were almost positive that they would be a decent person to cheat off of. I mean, they seem to look like they know what they’re doing, right?
❥Loser! Hange that can hear their pulse in their ears when they see a pretty girl take the spot beside them. They feel their heart rattling around in their chest as they sneak glances at you whenever they get the chance.
❥Loser! Hange quickly figures out the reason why you decided to sit next to them, rather than the other isolated chairs inside the lecture hall. But don’t worry, of course they’ll let you cheat off of them. Unfortunately, their performance starts to dip a little when they realize what you’re doing. They’re frequently under your gaze, and they can’t help it that you make them nervous :c 
❥Loser! Hange that is unaware that your eyes aren’t only looking down at their answers. One class when you were copying off of them, you started noticing the way their fingers hold their pencil. How slender their digits are, that their nails are surprisingly short, neat and cleaner than expected. You also started to notice how their veins protrude slightly and move up their arm... You feel yourself biting your lip as you observe their side profile. Their cheeks look soft and pink, similarly to their kissable lips. Your eyes continue to trail over their face: their thin, ovular glasses are slightly pushed down on their hooked nose, and their long eyelashes flutter as they continue to take notes beside you.
❥Loser! Hange can’t not listen to you getting called out by the professor when they notice you copying off of your seatmates’ assignments and notes. It was rather embarrassing, but you’re just happy the professor didn’t catch you cheating on an exam and risking academic misconduct.
❥Loser! Hange nudges your arm lightly after that incident, their voice low so you both don’t get caught by the professor. "Hey, um... I've noticed you've been using my notes and uh... answers. Do you need any help with the material? I mean, like, we could study together or something! If you want." They ask you with an excitement in their eyes and voice.
❥Loser! Hange can’t even feel proud of the fact they managed to talk to you because they barely even got that sentence out, and they couldn’t look you in the eye for more than 2 seconds. But it seems like all that is forgotten when you actually agree to meet up with them. They feel a rush of giddiness, but they try not to make a fool of themself in front of you. “Right! Yeah, so here’s my number... We can plan something, er- sometime.” They write their number down, sliding you the ripped end of their notebook page.
❥Loser! Hange who feels their heart in their throat as they lead you into their bedroom. The study session started off a bit rocky and awkwardly, but the tension in the air decreased as time continued on. As much as you would like to actually learn this material to earn good grades, you find yourself wanting to earn their attention much, much more. I mean, you obviously wore your lowest cut shirt and a pleated skirt for a reason. You look up at them, calling out for them. “Hey, Hange?” You ask, smiling as their head shoots up from their notes. “Can you explain this question to me?” You ask quietly, turning around your notebook to face them. You lean closer to them, purposely displaying your breasts for them to (hopefully) ogle.
❥Loser! Hange who starts to feel like they’re being tested by a higher power. They have to physically stop themself from glancing down and making a fool of themself. They try their best to focus on explaining the math problem to you as you watch their every movement like a hawk. You notice their eyes fall on your chest for a split second, and you pounce on your opportunity to tease them further. You reach up to their face, flicking their nose up so they’re forced to look at you. “My eyes are up here, silly.” “I- Uh- Sorry, just-” Hange trips over their words as they try to formulate a cohesive sentence on the spot. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just teasin’. It’s not so bad to be stared at if it's you.” You say with a playful wink.
❥Loser! Hange folds immediately. “O-Oh... Me? Really?” They ask, their eyes widening and pupils dilating. You can’t help but chuckle at their disbelief and nod your head in confirmation. “Yes, you. Is there anybody else in the room with us?” You joke. They stumble over their words as they think of a response. “W-Well, no, there isn’t, but- y’know- I didn’t think you-” They stutter, pushing the notebook aside and gesturing their hands between the two of you. They feel their cheeks growing warmer from embarrassment as they struggle to coherently voice their jumbled thoughts. “You know, you should at least take me to dinner before looking at me like that.” 
❥Loser! Hange doesn’t need to be told twice. They grab your hand with a cheesy smile, practically dragging you to their car while suggesting all sorts of restaurants that you might agree to. “Is there a certain restaurant you had in mind? We can try something totally different, like a little hole-in-the-wall joint. Ooh, but picture this: hibachi. The whole watching people cook in front of me thing usually makes me feel awkward but the food is always soooo good. Oh, or maybe we could go to a steakhouse! No matter what you choose, I’ll be fine with whatever! What do you think?" GOD they are just so excited and you find it utterly adorable. They remained true to their word and took you to whichever place you decided and paid for both of your meals. (They would have done this even if you didn’t joke about it bless their heart.) But then that first date turned into 2 dates, which quickly became 3, 4, 5, then suddenly you both forgot because anything the two of you do together is a date in your minds.
❥Loser! Hange definitely asks you out after only the second date. But in their defense, you’ve been hanging out after class as well as coming over to their house for “study sessions” that alway turned into watching tv or movies, ordering ubereats, going to the movies, walking around their neighborhood, anything but studying. You even took them to a party once. (You guys left after a half hour because Hange got overwhelmed, but you were still happy they tried something for you.) So by the time you guys went on your second “official date” they definitely felt confident that you would say yes.
❥Loser! Hange who loves talking to you about whatever game they’re playing. If it’s a story game, they’d love to explain anything you missed or don’t understand. They also would voice their predictions about how the game will end or where the story will go. If they see something predictable, they’ll definitely tell you what they think will happen, trying to impress you so when/if it does they’ll look “cool” to you. In reality though, you just find them to be geeky in the most endearing way. “Look, there’s a bunch of ammo in this room. If there’s a boss behind this door, you have to give me a kiss.” They say to you with a sly grin on their face. If it’s a PVP game, they will explain everything about what skills and powers each character has and who their favorite to play is. They’ll talk about what they like and dislike about the different mechanics, their favorite characters, parts they find tricky, etc. And of course, you sit there with a dopey smile while you listen to their rambling without interrupting, even if you don’t understand a word of what they’re saying because they’re just too cute when they’re passionately rambling. 
❥Loser! Hange who loves inviting you over, even if you two are doing absolutely nothing. They adore when you watch them play all sorts of video games. If they’re playing a console game, Hange lays next to you with your head against their shoulder, your arm splaying across their stomach while your hand rests around their waist. You tend to get pretty invested if the game is story based, insisting that they can’t play it without you around to watch the next part of the story unfold. If they’re playing a PC game, you’re sitting in their lap with a skirt that does absolutely nothing to cover your body once you’re seated on top of them. You prefer to face away from them, occasionally squirming in their lap so they can feel your ass pressed against their thighs and stomach. However, you do occasionally enjoy facing them, your arms wrapped around their shoulders as your legs hang off of their gaming chair at either side of their body.
❥Loser! Hange who also loves when you’re sitting in their lap, even if they struggle to focus on the game in front of them when your warm body is pressed against their own. It doesn’t help that they can smell the perfume coming from your neck, tempting them to lean in and kiss you there.
❥Loser! Hange that can’t resist the urge to rest their hands on your thighs during a cutscene, between rounds, during any sort of loading screen or when they’re respawning. They’ll use your thighs to push your ass back and closer to their body. 
❥Loser! Hange kisses your neck from behind, causing you to tilt your head and expose more of your neck for them to kiss. You let out a chuckle at how you effortlessly turned them on just by sitting on their lap and looking pretty.
❥Let’s just say... Loser! Hange finds the opportunity to quit or pause the game as soon as they can. When they eventually return to whatever game they were playing, they find it much easier to focus after you’re both satisfied. ♡
❥Loser! Hange who is also a small streamer! They probably get a few hundred people to watch them game each stream. They may not have a huge community, but their fans are consistent, funny, and always welcoming to new viewers! It’s a comforting little community. Because of this, Hange responds to their chat quite a bit and they’ve made quite a few friends with their mods and regular viewers.
❥Loser! Hange had to explain to you what streaming was. They decided that they would show you what it's like by doing a short stream while you silently watch them game and listen to them talk with their viewers.
❥Loser! Hange never technically introduced you to their fans. Not because they didn’t want to, they just knew that the internet wasn’t always kind, even if their fans are 99% supportive. They wouldn’t mention it much, but they are a little insecure about themself. They know that they treat you like an absolute princess, and they know that you adore them, that’s not the problem. The problem is that they don’t know if they’ll ever feel deserving of you. 
❥Loser! Hange only mentions this to you at late hours of the night when they feel vulnerable and slightly sleepy. You spend countless late nights at sleepovers holding them in your arms and reassuring them just how attractive you find them and that no one has treated you better. They start to feel reassured more once you mention to them that you don’t feel deserving of the endless love they give or of the many ways they spoil you.
anyway back to streamer hcs
❥Loser! Hange didn’t expect you to surprise them one day in their room with their favorite takeout in the middle of a stream. You didn’t know that they were streaming and you wanted to sneak up on them and scare them >:). You slip into their room as quietly as possible, slowly tiptoeing to their form slouched over their desk. Because of the slight delay of their videocam to their viewers, Hange doesn’t get the chance to read all of the different messages of the chatters who spotted your presence and are questioning about it. You silently place the bag of food on the floor, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and kissing their cheek roughly. 
❥Loser! Hange practically jumps out of their chair, yelping from the shock. They realize that it’s you pretty quickly, because no one else would hold or kiss them like that. They pause their game, swiveling around to face you with a wide smile. “Hi, baby!! What are you doin’ here?”
❥Loser! Hange immediately forgets the world around them, forgetting they’re literally live as they try to grab at your hips while they talk to you. “Mmmm,” You hum and giggle. “I just wanted to surprise you. It’s been a few days, I missed you.” You mumble before stepping back so that their hands disconnect from your waist. “Let me get some plates and napkins real quick.” You tell them before you leave the room again.
❥Loser! Hange remembers that they’re streaming, facing their viewers again to read what they missed from chat. “Chat, what do you mean ‘how did you bag a baddie?’” They say, reading some of the messages out loud. “‘How come Hange can get a girlfriend and I can’t? Life isn’t fair-’ WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” They cut themself off, their jaw dropping a little from the comments they read. The chat starts to go crazy after seeing you. Most of the messages are asking who you are, if Hange is dating you, or simply encouraging Hange to stream with you sometime officially. But of course, it’s much easier to take note of bad comments people say rather than nice ones.
❥Loser! Hange pouts when you return with plates in hand, ignoring their chat again in the blink of an eye. "I'm charming, right? and cute?” They look up at you with puppy eyes as you stand in front of them. “I'm desirable." They say those words like a statement, but it sounds like they’re trying to convince themself rather than state a fact. You hear the insecurities dripping from their tone. You promptly climb into their lap, placing a tender kiss to their cheek while your hand cups the opposite one. You progressively start kissing all over their face, and they close their eyes, giggling and getting lost in the moment. When you eventually begin moving down their neck, their eyes snap open as they remember the audience. "AAAAHHHH, I'M LIVE, I'M LIVE!" They warn you frantically, suddenly remembering again why they were a bit insecure in the first place. This causes you to jump a bit from their yelling. They swivel their chair around to face the monitor, looking at it from over your shoulder. "S-Sorry chat, ending stream a bit early today..." They say quickly, turning off their game and switching tabs to end their video. You chuckle, turning to face their camera. "Oops." you say only a few seconds before they end their stream. 
❥Loser! Hange decides that they might as well officially introduce you after that incident, since they know they’ll be getting teased for it for the next few streams.
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❥Loser! Hange never thought that they would be in this situation with anyone, no less you. This exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy in the corners of their mind. A fantasy that would fog up their mind in the late hours of the night, prompting them to slip their fingers under their boxers and lightly circle their clit with their fingertips, eventually slipping them inside of their warm body. Their back would arch up off of the bed, trying their best to picture that their own fingers were instead yours.
❥Loser! Hange that noticed a sort of glint in your eyes when they asked if it was okay to stream while the two of you were still hanging out. They hadn’t been active in the past handful of days because they’ve been spending all their time with you. They just can’t deny you, especially when you both want to spend all your time with the other.
❥Loser! Hange who has to resist the urge to drool as you carefully and quietly crawl under their desk, looking up at them through your long, mascara coated eyelashes as your knees hit the slightly dusty floor... 
❥You aren’t sure what came over you, but when you were watching them put their headphones on and start welcoming people into their stream, you missed the attention being on you. So decided to tease and torture them and force them to give you attention still. 
❥Loser! Hange is forced to pretend you aren’t under their desk and spreading their thighs and pulling down their boxers while giving them that signature sultry smile with your matching lustful look in your eye. You bite your lip as you part their legs, moving in closer to their folds. They can feel your hot breath on their legs as you kiss, lick, and bite the plush skin of their inner thighs. For a few moments, you feel their hand rest on top of your head and stroke your hair approvingly as you start to rile them up. They can feel their face heating up a little, but if anyone in chat mentions it they just explain that their AC isn’t working properly. Even from just your breath and kisses teasing their thighs, they can feel themself getting wet, the stickiness spreading around their groin.
❥Loser! Hange melts under your touches, but they quickly become needy and desperate for more. Their resolve is always weak when it comes to you, and your teasing will be the death of them. They’re trying so hard not to whine and plead because they have to act normal and play their game. Even when your tongue finally reaches out to meet their pussy, you keep teasing them. You give them as little as you possibly can, spreading their folds with the tip of your tongue, only occasionally flicking up to their clit. You also kiss their puffy pussy lips and their clit, showing how much you love them while simultaneously subjecting them to such sweet torture. When they feel your tongue finally giving them what they wanted, their legs start to twitch slightly from the stimulation. They try their best to regulate their breathing so nothing seems out of the ordinary.
❥Loser! Hange doesn’t know how to act when your mouth starts to move faster and faster between their legs. They’ve stopped looking at their chat entirely, just trying to focus on playing the game somewhat coherently and occasionally talking about it or making a random comment without stuttering or sighing from pleasure.
❥Loser! Hange’s pussy is dripping onto their chair from all of your teasing. The combination of your tongue and their pussy makes an audible squelch as you suck, kiss, and lick up their slit and their hips move slightly, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your tongue. At this point, they’re starting to feel the knot in their stomach tighten, and they’re struggling to hold back their sounds. “Chat, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick-” They say, closing their webcam and muting their mic as fast as their fingers let them.
❥Loser! Hange’s hand finds its way back to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you as close to them as biology allows. Their head falls back as they let out a shaky moan. “Ahhh.. F-Fuckk... Please, please more.” They whine, encouraging you to eat them out without fear. You can both feel how their pussy throbs with desire for attention. They’ve been impatiently craving this, so they plan to take full advantage of the fact you’re right where they want you. You pick up the pace, sloppily making out with their pussy and sucking their labia between your lips. They toss one of their legs up onto your shoulder, allowing you more access to them as the knot in their core is almost ready to release. You look up into their eyes, slurping up their juices. The way you look up at them with devotion makes them feel even better due to how much desire is in your expression, adding another layer of eroticism for them from your enjoyment.
❥Loser! Hange feels the tension in their lower stomach releasing. They sigh and moan out into the air lightly as they feel white hot pleasure take their entire mind and body. They arch themself off the chair, trying to meet your mouth even more than already possible. Their body grinds against your tongue as they shiver from the intensity of their orgasm.
❥Immediately after their orgasm subsides, loser! Hange pulls your head up by your hair, kissing you deeply and not caring that they can taste their sticky cum on your plump lips. Their free hand slides down to the back of your thigh, guiding your body to sit on their lap. Their hands are protective and possessive while you make out. They are such a softie, always wanting to cuddle, hug, and kiss after sex. They love you so much and need to let it show, it’s like a warm blanket of warmth and affection covers their heart. They see the world with rose colored glasses for an hour or two after you make them cum, honestly. 
❥Loser! Hange holds you for a little while, their face nuzzled against your neck as they whisper sweet nothings to you. They’ll pepper your neck, collarbones, and face with kisses while telling you how good you made them feel. “I- love- you- so- much- sweet- heart- thank- you-” They’d say between pecks to your skin, causing you to giggle from the slight tickle of their lips moving around your upper body. They only stop their barrage of kisses when you start to push at their shoulders playfully, begging them to stop. “I love youuuu!” They say in a drawn out tone, giving your body a tight squeeze. “But duty calls, so we'll have to continue this later. Don't worry, I'll be thinking about you the whole time!"
❥Loser! Hange loves aftercare, giving and receiving, basically. They’re happy as long as you’re physically close to them <//3.
❥Loser! Hange also used to have inappropriate thoughts about you before you two were officially dating. They knew it was a bit weird to do so without you having any knowledge of it, but they couldn’t help themself. The two of you had exchanged Instagrams after your very first study session and since then, they can’t help but fuck their fingers to your posts. They try to refrain from doing so each time; they attempt to scroll past your stories as if the sight of your face hadn’t already turned them on. Each time it always ends the same, inevitably retyping your name in the search bar to revisit the photo. At this point it had to be some sort of conditioning, the way their body would react to you like clockwork. But they still feel so embarrassed to be so obsessed with you simply because you gave them an ounce of attention.
❥Loser! Hange used to imagine you in all sorts of different positions for them. You name it, they’ve probably thought about it once or maybe even twice. Sometimes they would imagine you sitting on their face, other times they could imagine you under them as they would fuck their strap into you. When Hange feels extra desperate, they like to picture the ways you would take them, perhaps you would trap them against the bed, fingering their throbbing pussy while making out with them to ensure that they weren’t too loud. A favorite daydream of theirs surrounds the different types of faces you would make as they eat you out. They yearn to see how your eyes might look down at them, pleading for them to make you cum, or how they may be shut entirely, your lips parted to sigh out with pleasure from how good they’re making you feel. They’d wonder what kind of sounds you would make. Were you loud? Quiet? Shy? Breathy? Are you the type that moans, or are you the type that whimpers? These questions had plagued their mind until they finally had you for the first time after 4-5 dates. <3
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i miss hange rip hange you would’ve loved being the most nerdy loser dork the geek world ever saw.
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sukunas-wife · 1 year ago
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Sealed 6
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / I did it 🥺🤍
As much as I’d like to wait til tomorrow and say “happy valentines💌” I haven’t been feeding anyone so here’s a little chapter 🤍 Happy Early Valentines
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It was a warp of black and red you were all too familiar with, Sukuna kicked his leg up crossing it over before pulling you down into his lap. He had a smug smile when he leaned his head against his hand staring down at Yuji. Yuji was standing at the base of skulls looking up in disbelief, WHY WAS THAT EVIL MAN TOUCHING YOU SO CASUALLY?! He HAD TO BE HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE!!
“LET HER GO!” You watched Sukuna’s face become more malicious when Yuji started trying to climb up the base. You tried to stand up only for Sukuna to lightly press his nails into your side holding you against him, you looked at him and he faltered with a look of confusion. “Sukun-MOM-WHAT?!” Sukuna’s look of confusion changed to disbelief, “YOU HAVE A SON WOMAN?!” You had half a nerve to smack him in the back of the head, “WE.” He shook his head “woah woah woah- Lady- this brat is fifteen, I’ve been sealed away for centuries don’t you think for a damn minute you're going to make me believe fifteen years ago I- '' Yuji stared eyes wide when he made it up. He had just watched you punch the king of curses over the head to the point he was left in shock. “LISTEN. TO. ME. RY. OMEN. SU. KU. NA.” “DOMAIN EXPAN-Domain Expansion!” You were quick to cancel out his malevolent shrine with your own domain. “That’s not my son.” “THAT THAT IS A HE AND HE-“ You were cut off by Yuji running from behind you trying to land a punch on Sukuna. Sukuna didn't move or hesitate. He knew your domain all too well, if anything this was going to hurt Yuji more than him. Yuji was proud he was going to land a hit until it felt like he hit a wall was thrown back, “Yuji please, you can't do that here…” you gave a sympathetic but sweet smile while he held his hand that was in pain, “This is my domain, forms of physical violence and cursed technique aren’t allowed. Any attacks made are inflicted back onto the caster.” He looked even more confused, all you could do was place a hand on his head, “Just talk okay?” He nodded, still eying Sukuna from behind you and over your shoulder.
You turned back to Sukuna, he was looking away bored eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest and tucked into his sleeves, his body was turned away so his side was facing you. “…Sukuna…” he turned his head away dramatically. “Ryomen.” He turned his back to you. You sighed, feeling Yuji rest his chin on your shoulder, “What’s with this guy?” “Ryo, cmon.” He turned his head, opening one eye to look at you. He reminded you of that stubborn tiger cub he brought home one day that climbed to sit on the highest shelf in your room. It gave you that same look when you called it. Sukuna wasn’t too far off you could see the imaginary tail and ears flicking around. “What is it, woman.” It wasn’t a question, you stayed quiet, maybe you should explain to Yuji first, but imagining telling Yuji that’s his dad without explaining to Sukuna first? There was no doubt he’d let them both die.
”Sukuna I need to explain something very important to you so I need you to really listen to me.” “What could you have to explain to him?” Yuji was asking incredulously. “Yuji, you need to listen closely please. After I explain to him I need to explain to you also.” There was a sinking feeling in Yuji’s stomach when he saw how serious you were about this situation. He nodded with a straight face, he would be quiet just to listen.
Sukuna was still looking at you from over his shoulder, “I’m listening.”
”That day you were sealed away, I made a binding vow with our son- YOUR SON?! Yuji please.” You looked at him and he pouted quieting down, Sukuna did not look amused, “I made a binding vow with our son and the vow was never actively broken. That day you saw how they separated HIM,” you tried to motion with your eyes and face without making it obvious, “from us and used that technique to separate him in time, and while you were sealed away I managed to be freed from the realm and track everything down to the right moment with the help of Morinozuka. The only thing that surprised me is that you were able to manifest in the only person in this world I would’ve begged you not too.”
Sukuna’s face was void of emotion watching you, “Prove it to me.” You reached back, putting your hand on Yuji’s upper back pulling him forward with you. You took his arm, pushing up his sleeve, showing the birthmark he had gotten used to seeing, before pushing up your own sleeve showing the exact same mark, “Is this proof enough or do you want a blood test also?” “I want a bloo-I WAS BEING SARCASTIC” You snapped at him and he gave you a look, you turned to Yuji who you assumed would’ve been more dramatic, was just staring at Sukuna, his mouth was open slightly lost in thought, you watched his eyes move quickly side to side as if searching for something, here or in his memory you weren’t sure.
“…I.. I thought this was a birthmark and you just liked wearing long sleeve shirts…” his voice was a whisper when he looked at you, his eyes held a sadness, “I can't believe this it doesn’t make sense, that’s not my dad and your not my mom this doesn’t make any sense. This.. this mark isn’t anything it's just it's just a..” he trailed off and you heard his laboured breathing eyes tearing up, around his eyes, nose and cheeks started to tint ready when you watched tears slowly start to well. You reached out trying to comfort him, he shook his head no trying to step back , “no” his voice was a cracked whisper, your heart ached “my.. my mom had.. had black hair I …” he swallowed, shaking his head no aggressively, his hands were shaky fists by his side. His body shook when he clenched his jaw, tears streaming down his face. You stepped closer and he didnt move, Sukuna watched you, his eyes moving between you and Yuji, the way you reached out to take the brats fist. It had a bead of blood from how tightly he was clenching his fists. The way you held it yours, your other hand slowly opening his fist. The crescent marks in his palm bleeding, your fingertips growling when you trailed your hand over the small wounds. “Yuji..” your soft voice, he hadn’t heard it in centuries, but he saw it.
It was clear and vivid, the memory played out, his son was 3 running around in the snow. You were standing out there tucked into his side, he had two arms around you, the other two were free, one was holding the coat his son had thrown off saying he was hot from running around, the other was free. He squeezed you into his side feeling you shiver in the gust of cold air, your cold hands on his bare chest meant nothing. He turned to look at you, you looked so tired resting your head against his chest. That was until you both snapped to look at Yuji when you heard his sudden cry. The spot of crimson on the snow, his reddened face, the way you both rushed to him, you knelt checking him all over before he used one small chubby fist to wipe his eyes holding out the other to you. His open shaky hand, you held it in yours, “aw my little prince got hurt.” Your fingertips just over the wound, you used your reverse cursed technique to fix him up before he hugged you still sniffling. You picked him up kissing his head and rubbing his back, he saw Sukuna and made grabby hands, “wan daddy.” Sukuna took him without hesitating holding him to one side, his little head fell against his dad’s shoulder while he sniffled hot tears still falling down his cheeks, “don’t cry Yuji we’re going to show that damn shrub who’s really the strongest here.” Yuji nodded his head watching his dad hold up his hand, before the shrub he tried to break a stick off of combust into flames burning to nothing and melting the snow. Yuji smiled nodding his head, you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile when you watched how Sukuna whispered to Yuji about how there would be nothing in this world that could hurt him once he grew up to be big and strong like his dad. Yuji laughed, agreeing with him…”
Sukuna swallowed once he came back in from his memory, his throat felt tight and there was a burning in his chest. You looked just the same, only now that brat was older, weak and nowhere near being strong. He felt his eye twitch, “Hey brat.” You both turned to look at Sukuna, “Let’s make a deal.”
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“Y/n…” you blinked, shaking your head, trying to regain complete consciousness, your hand was still on Yuji only now Gojo Satoru was shaking you, “Is something wrong?” You looked at Yuji’s face, you pulled your hand away from his body. “No- I mean yes, don’t you see he's dead.” It was a lie, you knew any second now Yuji would be waking up. There was no way in hell the two had really come to such a strange agreement. The mark on Yuji’s arm was gone, even if he denied it, a part of him really did accept that both you and Sukuna were his parents. You’d have to send more to your home to bring some things to really ground that belief. You turned to Gojo, he was staring down at you. You felt a cold chill run up your spine, you walked past him, he watched you, in his mind you were in shock and denial. Your actions were too calm, a complete 180 from how you first entered the room. He watched how you made it to the wall where he was sitting, letting your head fall against the wall, your shoulders fell, in your mind you were processing everything that felt like hours in Sukuna’s existence, when in reality it had only been minutes. Being in his soul would never fail to make your head hurt figuratively, slowly you knocked your head against the wall one good time.
You heard Yuji, “woah! Full frontal.” You snapped your head around to see him sitting there. You watched him handshake with Gojo smiling, he let go and he saw you, bright eyed and big smile “mom.”
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norrisainz33 · 7 months ago
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Seeing Doubles - GR63
☆ summary: George Russell attends Wimbledon and meets the tennis it girl, Y/N
☆ pairing: gr63 x reader
☆ fc: none
☆ warnings: none
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georgerussell63: always a pleasure watching tennis 🎾 Congrats to y/n on your first of many wins at Wimbledon!
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user12: Y/N AND GEORGE CROSS OVER?! dreams do come true
user10: who is y/n
user12: only one of the best women’s tennis players in the WORLD! don’t disrespect my mother like that
user10: my bad @.user12
user2: BARK BARK BARK
user3: Prince of England 👑
landonorris: omg! I think i saw you there! *liked by georgerussell63
mercedesamgf1: that’s our driver 😍
user4: ok toto
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y/nuser: dreams do come true 🤍
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user12: CONGRATS QUEEN
Wimbledon: Congratulations Y/N!
Adidas: Congrats y/n/n!
user13: peep george in the likes. what’s he doing here
user14: omg do you think they’re dating?
user16: chilllll they just met!
user12: MAMA Y PAPA
user16: alright @.user12 let’s get you to bed
georgerussell63: congrats y/n! impressive performance! 🎾🍓
y/nuser: thank you george! was wonderful meeting you 🏎️🍓
user12: AHHHHHHHH
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f1gossip: GR63 seen leaving posh restaurant in London with Y/N Y/L/N after their supposed meeting at Wimbledon earlier in the week. New WAG alert?
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user34: omg first date vibes??
user17: Y/N would make the best WAG trust
user40: she’s just using him for his fame smh
user17: be so serious rn she just won wimbledon she has no need for his “fame”
user12: they are going to get together just you wait
user14: i just hope she makes our Georgie happy
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y/bff: GIRL WHO IS THIS
y/n: heheh i’ll never tell 🤭
y/bff: DONT TELL ME ITS THE VROOM VROOM GUY
user12: LOOKS LIKE GEORGE TO ME
user14: GEORGEY/N SUPREMACY
user19: please give me one chance i beg
georgerussell63: no need to be nervous gorgeous 😉
y/n: such a charmer
georgerussell63: only for you
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y/nuser: alright guys - i get the hype now. thanks to mercedes for having me!
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user13: tennis x f1 crossover! my favorite fr
mercedesamgf1: it was a pleasure having you y/n! You are welcome back any time 💙
y/nuser: i’ll definitely take you up on that 😉
landonorris: noooo come to mclaren instead
alex_albon: no williams
lilymhe: what alex said
y/nuser: @.lilymhe: ok fine maybe ill stop by the williams garage but only for you
lilymhe: YAY 💙
georgerussell63: @.alex_albon mate you’re supposed to be helping me seal the deal not steal her comment has been deleted by user
user54: DID ANYONE JUSY SEE GEORGES COMMENT
user67: WE SAW YOUR COMMENT GEORGE liked by y/nuser
user67: OMG Y/N LIKED. u a real one for that girly
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georgerussell63: an unforgettable weekend! i am so proud of this team - thank you for everything. Now on to summer break ☀️
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user19: CONGRATS GEORGIE
landonorris: had a good luck charm with ya this weekend huh? congrats mate
user18: lando what do you know
user12: he’s def talking about y/n
mercedesamgf1: congratulations George!
y/nuser: congrats george!
georgerussell63: thanks y/n! glad you were able to watch me win at your first race 😉
user22: oh he shooting his shot fr
user26: did yall see the shot of her smiling up at him while he was on the podium 😭
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alex_albon: so you got the girl or what?
georgerussell63: i don’t kiss and tell
alex_albon: yes you yabba dabba do
georgerussell63: 😔
georgerussell63: i did get the girl tho 🤭
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y/bff: you’re with him aren’t you
y/n: yes 🤍
y/bff: i can’t believe i lost my wife
y/n: you’ll always have me bb girl
georgerussell63: pic creds when
y/n: shhh this was the softest of soft launches
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☆ a/n: this is my first ever smau so please be nice!! had a lot of fun writing this. I was inspired by george's wimbledon fit today. likes and reblogs appreciated 🧡
☆ part 2 is definitely going to happen so stay tuned!!
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coco-loco-nut · 9 months ago
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Choices
pairing: logan x reader, pato o’ward x reader
summary: when your first love comes back into your life, you are stuck between two choices.
a/n: please enjoy my drunk, post-indy, fic idea (i wrote most of the plot while drunk at the bar. college towns are great guys 😂)
masterlist part 2
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“I am so proud of you, amor!” Pato hugs you as soon as he sees you after your graduation. He’s been supporting you since you joined the team as an undergraduate engineering last summer with Arrow McLaren.
“I couldn’t have done it without your support, Pato,” you smile, admiring your boyfriend. He would make sure to visit you when he got the chance, and he always picked up when you called needing to vent or asking for motivation. Your lock screen was a picture of the two of you at a hockey game you snuck him into the student section for, he showed up as a surprise that weekend to help you relax.
“Don’t say that, you got this because of your own merit. The guys send their congratulations, by the way,” Pato tells you. The only people who know about you dating are the other drivers, you didn’t want to risk your internship.
“I hope they aren’t too tired of me, I just accepted an offer for a full time position,” you tell him what you’ve been keeping secret the past few months.
“You deserve it. Does that mean you will be coming to Indy with me?” Pato asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
“Of course. Now, let’s find my parents, I know they will want pictures,” you kiss Pato quickly before looking for your parents. He spots them waiting a few yards away and pulls you over. They have to leave after a celebratory lunch, but Pato stays to help you finish packing up your apartment. You utilize his muscles for putting things in your U-Haul trailer. He even manages to convince you to let him drive to Indianapolis with you.
It doesn’t take you long to settle in with the team that year. Your coworkers throw you a 23rd birthday party the next spring, inviting everyone who worked in the garage (including the drivers) to celebrate. You worked your tail off proving why you deserve to be there and they said you deserve to let loose before the summer.
Later that second summer you are on a date with Pato for your two year anniversary when you get a call from your boss offering a promotion, which you quickly accept.
“You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard,” Pato reaches across the table, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
“Your support makes it possible, babe,” you reply, squeezing his hand back. You are so helplessly in love with him. At the end of the season, Pato has a ring picked out and he had a plan before he is flown out to Abu Dahbi to drive in free practice for Formula One.
Unbeknownst to Pato, while he is away you are asked to join a virtual meeting with some higher up engineers at McLaren.
“We’d like you to join our Formula One team as we finish developing next year’s car. We will assist in your relocation, all you need to do is say yes,” the offer is virtually laid in front of you. Your mind immediately goes to Pato.
“When do you need an answer?” you ask, making sure you don’t sound disinterested.
“Two days,” they say and you nod.
“I’ll have my decision into you by then. Thank you so much for the opportunity,” you tell them, mulling it over in your brain. A copy of the details pops up in your inbox.
“We hope you say yes,” they tell you as you leave the call.
As you read the document, you know what your answer is going to be. The next day Pato returns and you go for a walk through the local park.
“Will you marry me?” Pato blurts and your heart drops.
“Patricio-,” you start and he cuts you off.
“I know, we are young but-,” this time you cut him off.
“I’m moving to England. McLaren wants me to move to the F1 team, and they are offering to pay for me to get my Masters as well as helping with my relocation, and the money is good,” you start to ramble but stop when the hurt in his eyes matches the hurt in your heart.
“Mi amor, I can support you here, I have enough money for both of us,” he says, praying you didn’t accept yet.
“Babe, I know, but I have to do it for myself. I have to accept the job,” you say, silently pleading that he understands.
“What about us,” tears start rolling down his cheeks.
“I don’t know, Patricio,” tears form in your eyes as you say his name softly, he loves it when you call him by his full name.
“We can make it work,” Pato says, despite both of you knowing it won’t.
“Pato,” your voice cracks with emotion. The two of you know what has to happen.
“I know. At least keep this, it’s only meant for you. Maybe one day it will be on its rightful place,” he pulls out the ring and shows it to you. That’s when the tears flow, and he pulls you into him.
“Please don’t think that I don’t love you. I would say yes a million times if it wasn’t for this offer. This is the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” you cry as he holds you tight.
“I know. I love you more than you know,” he whispers. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a heartfelt kiss goodbye. A few days later you are gone.
When you meet Lando and Oscar, you are wary of them, they remind you too much of Pato, but it only takes a week for them to crack your shell. They saw how sad you were and learned how young you are and immediately wanted to get to know the new American on the team.
You carefully balance work and classes, wishing you could pick up the phone and call Pato, but you can’t. Instead, you fiddle with the ring you keep on a chain around your neck, you added a P charm to the necklace.
“Y/n! I want you to meet Logan, he’s American too,” Oscar drags a blonde boy into the motorhome behind him during testing. You look up from your coursework and offer a welcoming smile.
“There aren’t many Americans around, are there?” you jokingly ask, motioning for Logan to sit down.
“No. So where are you from?” Logan asks as you quickly mark where you are at. Oscar slips out of the room, hoping his matchmaking skills worked as you tell Logan about your start in Indycar.
Oscar failed at first, you were determined to keep Logan in the friend zone. But he broke down your walls and somehow convinced you to date him a couple months later.
Everything goes smoothly from late May until October when COTA comes around. You visit your family the week before the race, and that’s when your mother drops a bomb.
“What are you going to do when you see Pato this weekend?” she asks.
“What?”
“Didn’t you see? Pato is driving free practice at COTA and Mexico,” your mom tells you and you feel your stomach flip, it takes everything in you to not reach for the ring around your neck.
“No, I must’ve missed that email,” you say softly. You do really love Logan, but there is a reason you can’t bring yourself to take off the necklace unless you are with Logan. There’s been times when you have wanted to tell him, Oscar, and Lando about Pato, but you never do, it’s too painful.
You arrive at COTA and it’s clear something is off, but you brush every question off. Pato arrives the same way, nervous to see you again. He is wearing a hair tie on his wrist, one that you left behind. He wears it for the same reason you wear the ring.
“Oh! One of our engineers is from America, used to work in IndyCar. Maybe you know her,” Lando says to Pato, not picking up on Pato’s uncomfortableness as Lando drags him around. It’s odd for the Mexican driver to be uncomfortable.
“Y/n, hi,” Pato awkwardly and breathlessly says, you almost drop your tablet from where you are standing in the garage. How is it possible for him to look this good.
“Patricio, hi. How are you doing? Tough luck on the 500, I meant to text you,” you say softly, setting the tablet down and approaching him and Lando. He can barely breathe, to him you’ve only gotten more beautiful.
“Thanks, it’s okay, I’ll get it next year. Maybe I would’ve won if you were there,” Pato ruefully smiles, your heart drops.
“Maybe, but don’t think like that. You’ve always been okay driving without me,” you match his rueful smile. Lando looks between you, a little confused. Pato goes to say something, noticing a P sticking out of the collar of your shirt where a necklace is, but Oscar interrupts.
“Hey, Logan is looking for you outside,” Oscar tells you, you can’t suppress the happy look on your face.
“It was nice talking to you again, Pato,” you tell the Mexican and quickly exit towards where Logan is waiting.
“How do you know her?” oscar asks suspiciously, picking up the longing look Pato is giving you.
“She’s my ex, she broke up with me when she moved to formula one. We were going to get married,” Lando cringes. he remembers how sad you were when you joined the team, it’s why he befriended you. “Who is Logan?” Pato asks Oscar, feeling like he’s missing something.
“Her boyfriend,” Oscar says, feeling the urge to defend his best friend and engineer, but also wanting to crawl in a hole and die.
“That’s something you need to talk about with her, if it makes any difference, she was unhappy for a long time after moving here,” Lando says, ending that topic.
Pato nods, turning his focus to the drive. Luckily for you, you are currently one of Lando’s engineers, so you are busy with him all weekend.
“Y/n, we should talk,” Pato approaches you carefully.
“Pato,” you say his name warily, it’s like a dagger to his heart.
“Please. Come with me to Mexico. I won’t try anything out of respect to your boyfriend, but we both deserve to talk about some stuff. Plus, Mami and Elba miss you,” Pato says and you pause to think about it.
“San Antonio is on the way,” you think out loud, still mulling it over.
“It’s just tomorrow that we’d be there, leaving first think Tuesday morning to get to the track on time,” Pato insists. Even if it’s a bad idea, almost all of you wants to go.
“Okay, I’ll join you,” you relent, and he almost hugs you.
“I’ll drive you from the hotel,” Pato says, turning to leave before turning around again. “You will have to unblock my number so I can text you,” he adds and you fight the smile playing on your lips.
“I never blocked you, Patricio,” you admit, and his heart melts at how you say his name.
“Oh, I will see you soon then,” he says, not quite sure how to reply, leaving you to pack you backpack.
“You okay?” Lando asks and you shoot him a weird look.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“We know you used to date him,” Lando says and your eyes widen.
“We?”
“Oscar and I, yeah. Wait, you aren’t even denying it,”
“I broke up with him to take the job here when he was proposing even when I wanted to say yes, we dated most of the time I was at Arrow McLaren, I still wear his ring and initial on a necklace,” you blurt, knowing Lando isn’t going to judge too much.
“Oh. Wow, ok. Is it a nice ring?” Lando asks and you tug the chain, pulling it in front of your polo. “He has good taste. What were you talking about?” Lando pushes further as you tuck the chain behind your polo again.
“I’m going to San Antonio with him tonight and tomorrow,” you say, needing someone to confide in that isn’t your college friends.
“Does Logan know?” Lando asks and you shake you head.
“That’s the next step, once you are done asking questions,” you bump his shoulder lightly.
“No, like, does he know about your history with Pato,” Lando asks, glad Oscar isn’t around.
“No, I can never bring myself to tell him. I think we both know that we might not last past this season,” you admit. Logan and you had said as much to each other a couple weeks ago. He admitted that he isn’t sure where he sees it going after the season.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lando pauses, thinking about it.
“Don’t be, he knows that I had just gotten out of a serious relationship when we became friends and I know he isn’t ready for something long term yet. Obviously I’m still going to try to make things work, because I do love him, but I’m also going to take comfort in knowing that we tried,” you pull your backpack over your shoulders. Lando says a quick goodbye before you walk out to find Logan’s rental car where he is waiting.
“Hey sweetie,” he kisses you when you get in. Any tension in your body leaves when you see him.
“Hi, Lo, ready to get back to the hotel?” you ask as he backs out of the space.
“So ready, I just want cuddles and a nap,” Logan groans a little, you reach up and play with the ends of his hair as he drives. Despite you having a room from McLaren, you are staying with Logan in his room this race weekend.
“That sounds perfect,” you admire the way the sun makes his hair look lighter and his blue eyes clearer. You change while he takes a quick shower, tucking the necklace into a pocket in your backpack.
“Don’t go to San Antonio with Pato,” Logan says suddenly while you lay in bed with him.
“What?”
“Come with me back to Fort Lauderdale instead, please. I heard Pato tell Oscar that you were joining him, and I know your history with him even if you didn’t explicitly tell me. And I get it, it must be hard to bring up. I don’t want to lose you, I love you,” Logan whispers and you feel your gut twist as you are left with a choice.
Logan offers you a chance to start fresh and continue the new relationship you built, but Pato offers the chance to rekindle an old flame that never quite burnt out. How the hell are you going to choose.
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kawoala · 29 days ago
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DRIVEN BY ADRENALINE suna rintarou. epilogue ; one year later.
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It smells good. Too good for your liking. The aroma filling the house is making you a bit suspicious, because now that you’ve known Runa for so long, you’ve come to know that she can’t cook for the life of her. 
You peak your head around the corner, peering into the kitchen discreetly, and your eyes fall on Kita and Runa standing near the sink, laughing with each other. The sight puts a smile on your face— a good guy in the sea of bad ones Runa has had to deal with in the past year.
Walking back into the living room, you see Atsumu and Osamu sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward to watch a seemingly very close game of volleyball. Aran sits in the chair adjacent to them, laughing at the way the twins’ faces contort with every play. 
You’re proud of the three of them. 
Atsumu has really grown up over the past year. He’s stopped bringing girls home every night, stopped getting into fights for no reason, but he’s still a shit head and he knows it. 
Osamu has started thinking more seriously about opening up a restaurant. You’d begged him to cook dinner tonight, but Kita had refused since it was the twins’ birthday.
And Aran has… Well, he hasn’t really changed. He didn’t need to, though. He was always one of the nice ones. Always wearing a smile on his face, always prepared to do anything for his friends. He gives you a wave as you pass by them and head towards the back bedroom, where Rin is taking a nap.
You stop in the doorway for a long moment, admiring the curve of his face, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soft snores that he swears aren’t real. He’s pretty all the time, but he��s most pretty like this, you think. Relaxed, the feeling of safety wrapping around him like a warm hug. You take a deep breath before you talk, taking in the scent that you’ve grown so used to. Leather, vanilla, faint lavender. Home.
You take careful steps towards the bed, expertly avoiding the spots that creak. You’ve been in this house almost everyday for the past year now, exploring every nook and cranny, every creak and groan. The bed dips below your wait and Rin shifts a little, turning over on his stomach.
His cheek is pressed against the pillow and you can’t help but jut your bottom lip out in complete adoration. He is definitely the cutest when he’s like this.
“Rin,” you whisper, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on his back. He doesn’t even twitch. “Rin?” It’s a bit louder this time— definitely loud enough to wake someone up. But Rin still doesn’t move. You narrow your eyes and get close to his ear. “Time to wake up!”
He jolts awake and a flurry of giggles escapes you. He looks so frazzled for a moment and it just tickles you. He looks around for a moment, clearly still in his sleepy haze, but then finally lands on you and blinks a few times.
“Hi, Rinnie,” you say, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his forehead. “You were asleep for two hours. Dinner’s almost done. Plus, the twins wanted you to come watch the last set of the Adlers game.”
He hums in response, head falling back down onto the pillow, eyes falling shut again. You shake your head and poke his cheek. “C’mon, Rin. You practically forced me to sit and watch sports with your friends.”
“No, I didn’t,” he mumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes. “You were asleep for a little bit. And then you woke up and left. You could have stayed here with me.” His arm reaches out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Could’ve had a nice little nap together.”
Again, you giggle at him. You’ve been doing that a lot more recently— giggling, that is. He just makes you so giddy. “Rin, seriously. Let’s go eat.”
“Five more minutes.”
“Rintarou.”
His head shoots up to look at you, eyes playfully narrowed. You stare at each other for a moment, both of your eyes set in a challenging glare. Eventually, he groans dramatically and drops his face into the bed sheets. “Fine,” he says, muffled by the fabric. “Let’s go, I guess.”
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SVT with a partner who is an engineer
Requested? Yes!
Request: ‘Hello can u do svt with s/o that work as engineers??? I'll graduate with diploma in civil engineering soon hehe and I wanna see their reactions like how proud they are with s/o that working in stem industries.’
A/N: This may mention many types of engineering for the sake of capturing a few different examples. Congrats to the requester!
Might be more excited than you to see the success of a project - Seungcheol, Hoshi, DK
For this section, I’m thinking civil, architectural, or software engineering as an example. But he sees you work on something for months in blue prints, drawings, or just a specs list and it doesn’t necessarily feel real to them. Like, they can’t see it, so the vision isn’t there for them yet. But when they start to see it come together or finally see the final product that you’ve spent so much time on, he’s amazed that that just came out of your mind. Like, imagine if you had a hand in a new building and the building is finally standing. He’ll dub it your building and you can’t bring yourself to correct him because it’s cute. 
Loves that you’re an expert in your specialization - Joshua, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Chan
Imagine that you’re an expert in something that you have in your house and you need to call someone in to repair it. He loves watching you tell the tech exactly what the problem is and how to fix it. He also loves letting you haggle the pricing because you know how much the replacement parts really cost. He won’t argue with you if you just want to buy the part and replace it yourself either. (I have lived this my whole life as the child of an engineer, trust me on these things.) And if it’s time to replace something like that, he has the upmost trust in you to shop for it and he’s just handing you the card. 
Has no problem letting you take the reins on projects at home - Jeonghan, Woozi, Seungkwan
I don’t think you can be in this sort of career if you aren’t a planner. There’s a certain strategy to the work that you do everyday and that sort of skill can be used everywhere. So if you guys want to do a project around the house, he totally defers to you to make the plan and he’ll blindly follow instructions. It’s not that they couldn’t do that themselves or hire someone else to do it, but they would put so much trust in your skill that whatever you say goes. 
Amazed that you might travel more than he does - Jun, Minghao, Vernon
It baffles him early in the relationship that you are on the road more than he is sometimes. There can be a lot of travel involved in an engineering career and you will go through long periods of time where you both might as well be in a long-distance relationship. But that’s okay with him. When he calls and gets to talk to you, he’s not super interested in talking about how his things are going. He actually wants to know how your travels are going and if you’re happy with the progress in your project that took you on the road in the first place. 
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