#dilf bull

[monstrouslyobsessed]

—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​, the beastfolk characters, papa bull and duke for updated character design sketch. the first image features a headshot of duke, chuckling at something, a joke maybe. the second image shows papa bull from the chest up, causally reading a book and smoking a cigar, looking content.

doodled both of my bull bastards! tbf, i wasn't entirely too happy with the prior design, so i just went on ahead and redid them some. i'm much happier with the bulls now, aha. anyway, enjoy! i'll be uploading my sketches for the next couple days, from random sketches of random beastfolk characters to basic character designs for all five of my wip's competitors.

hope you'll at least look forward to them~<3

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Fallingforyou

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Teammate!Reader ✯

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Sebastian was not timid by any means when it came to love—he was a flirt. Nonetheless, with her, it was different. She had a way of making him nervous with just a simple, yet stunning, smile. And that didn’t help when she was his teammate.

That nervousness wasn’t eased by the fact that he didn’t look anything like her past boyfriends. They were all rather tall with much darker hair—she definitely had a type. But why was he even comparing himself to her exes?

There were those moments that made him start to question whether it was much more than admiration. Those situations where all of his confidence was replaced by some sense of self-doubt, of not being enough for her.

The lights in the press conference room were unforgiving, hot and glaring as always. Sebastian shifted in his seat, leaning back slightly to try to get comfortable. He was seated next to her, their elbows brushing occasionally on the narrow table. Normally, these post-race media sessions were nothing more than routine—a necessary but dull part of the job. But today, Sebastian’s heart was inexplicably racing faster than his car had been earlier.

She sat to his left, her posture relaxed, answering a question about their team’s recent performance with her usual eloquence. Sebastian couldn’t help but glance at her. The way she spoke, gesturing subtly with her hands, her words measured and confident—it was mesmerizing. She was mesmerizing.

His gaze lingered longer than it should have, following the curve of her smile, her soft rosy lips,  as she finished her answer and glanced at him briefly, as if to gauge his reaction. Sebastian quickly looked down at the microphone in front of him, feigning interest in his folded hands, his cheeks warming.

Get a grip, he scolded himself internally. You’re acting ridiculous.

“Sebastian,” a reporter called out, snapping him back to reality. “How do you feel about the progress Toro Rosso has made this season? Especially compared to last year?”

He cleared his throat, willing his voice to come out steady. “Uh, yeah, I think we’ve made a lot of progress. The car is improving with every race, and the team has been working really hard—credit to everyone back at the factory.”

It was a safe, rehearsed answer, but as he spoke, he could feel her gaze on him, like a spotlight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her listening to the answer intently.

When the next question was directed to her, he tried not to watch her too obviously. He failed miserably. She was so composed, effortlessly charming as she answered, even managing to make the whole room laugh with a well-placed joke about the team’s radio banter during the race. Sebastian found himself grinning along with the others, but his smile lingered longer, softer, as he looked at her.

“Seb, do you have anything to add to that?” the moderator asked, and Sebastian froze.

“I—uh…” He hesitated, caught completely off guard. His mind had been elsewhere—on the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her voice lilted when she was explaining something technical. “No, I think she covered it,” he said finally, trying to sound composed.

She seemed so unaware of the effect she had on him—so oblivious it was almost obnoxious. It was her smile, her disarming smile, that left him feeling weak at the knees.

And her friendliness was not helping, not at all. Always being charming, her cheerfulness contagious. Her unanimous kindness made him feel worse, as it was indiscriminate.

It was a late flight, and the dimmed lights inside the cabin reflected the shared exhaustion among the travelers. Sebastian leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, though he was not remotely close to sleep.

She was sitting next to him, flipping through some motorsport magazine, her focus entirely on the glossy pages. It was one of those rare quiet moments they shared, away from the chaos of the paddock and the cameras. The air between them was calm, almost comfortable, and yet Sebastian was hyper-aware of her presence, every small movement drawing his attention.

He straightened up, reaching for the water bottle on his tray table. His hands were slightly stiff from the race earlier, and when he twisted the cap, it didn’t budge. He tried again, more forcefully this time, but the cap refused to give way.

“Need some help there?” Her voice broke through his concentration, teasing yet gentle.

Sebastian glanced at her, trying to suppress the flush creeping up his neck. “No, I’ve got it,” he muttered, though he clearly did not. He twisted again, his grip slipping slightly against the plastic.

She put the magazine down, raising an eyebrow. “Sure you do,” she said, her tone playful. Without waiting for his permission, she reached over, her fingers brushing against his as she took the bottle from his hands.

“Hey,” he protested halfheartedly, but she ignored him, focusing on the stubborn cap.

With a quick twist, the cap popped open, and she handed the bottle back to him, a triumphant smile lighting up her face. “There you go. Saved you from a hydration crisis.”

Sebastian took the bottle, his fingers lingering against hers for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. He tried to play it cool, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I loosened it for you.”

“Of course you did,” she replied, rolling her eyes, but her smile didn’t waver. She leaned back in her seat, picking up the magazine again, her attention seemingly returning to it.

Sebastian stared at the water bottle in his hand, his lips quirking up into a small, involuntary smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, more sincerely this time.

“Anytime,” she replied without looking up, but there was something in her voice—something warm and teasing that made his heart stutter for a moment.

For the rest of the flight, Sebastian found himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, the ghost of her touch still lingering on his skin. It was a small moment, insignificant to anyone else, perhaps even to her, but to him, it felt like the world had shifted just slightly on its axis.

Moments like that were recurrent, small interactions that he deemed as the world. He was falling for her—deeply, hopelessly—and yet she remained unaware, oblivious. She only saw him as a teammate, perhaps a friend. But he wanted, needed, much more than that.

The day had been grueling, the kind of race that left them both utterly drained. Long hours, relentless heat, and the mental strain of every decision on track—it all piled up. By the time the debriefs ended, the paddock had quieted to a near hush, save for the distant hum of a few lingering engineers.

As they made their way toward the parking lot, Sebastian glanced at her, summoning his courage. “Do you want to grab some dinner?” he asked, his voice carefully casual.

She looked over at him with a small, tired smile. “Sure. Is the rest of the team coming?”

His heart sank for a moment, but he quickly masked it. “No, just us. Everyone else either already left or has other plans.”

“Oh,” she said, her tone light, completely neutral. “Well, honestly, I’m too exhausted to sit at a restaurant. What if we just grab takeout and eat at the hotel?”

Her suggestion caught him off guard, a flicker of unexpected happiness warming his chest. It wasn’t much, but the idea of sharing a meal in a quieter, more intimate setting was… nice. But then her tone struck him—a friendly, casual remark with no hint of deeper meaning. It was just her being practical, not anything more.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” he replied, managing a smile that he hoped didn’t betray the mix of emotions swirling inside him.

When they arrived back at the hotel with their food, she kicked off her shoes and dropped onto the bed, cross-legged. She opened the containers, the aroma of Thai food filling the small room. Sebastian lingered by the doorway, his hands in his pockets, unsure whether to claim the couch or the empty spot beside her on the bed.

“This smells incredible,” she said, unpacking the spring rolls and curries, barely glancing up. “Are you going to hover there all night, or are you going to sit down?”

“Right, yeah,” he mumbled, taking a cautious step toward the bed. His eyes flicked between the couch and her inviting spot.

“Come on, Seb,” she added, her tone light. “I don’t bite. At least not teammates.”

He laughed nervously, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving a polite gap between them.

“So,” she began, picking up a spring roll and dipping it into the small sauce container, “did you hear about that mess with the hotel staff earlier?”

He raised an eyebrow, thankful for the casual topic. “No. What happened?”

“Apparently, one of the guests on our floor got locked out of their room in a towel,” she said, suppressing a giggle. “Like, full-on dripping wet, and they had to walk all the way to the front desk to get a spare key.”

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s brutal. Was it anyone from the paddock?”

“No idea,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I overheard someone saying they left their room to grab ice and forgot the door locks automatically. Can you imagine?”

“Honestly, I’d die of embarrassment,” Sebastian admitted, reaching for one of the spring rolls. “I’d probably just sleep in the hallway rather than face the lobby in a towel.”

She laughed, leaning forward slightly, her shoulder brushing his. “Come on, you’ve been through way worse. You’d survive.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, smiling at her. “But I’m not taking the risk. I’d have to retire from racing after that.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, popping a bite of her food into her mouth. “Drama queen.”

He smirked, leaning back a little. “Speaking of drama… did you hear about the argument between two of the engineers during practice?”

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “No, but I love a good behind-the-scenes argument. Tell me more?”

Sebastian hesitated, glancing around the room like someone might overhear. “Apparently, they were arguing about who was supposed to order the new parts for the rear wing. It got loud enough that the team manager had to step in.”

She gasped, hand covering her mouth in mock shock. “Who won the argument?”

He grinned. “No idea. But I bet the team manager just ordered the parts himself to avoid another round of bickering.”

They laughed together, the easy camaraderie filling the room. The space between them shrank as their conversation drifted into more lighthearted gossip and stories. Without realizing it, Sebastian had inched closer, drawn to the warmth of her laughter and the way her smile lit up the room. If only she knew that every shared moment like this pulled him deeper into feelings he was too scared to put into words.

She had this magnetic aura around her, and he was falling so deeply for it. He had only allowed to glance at her intently after a lot of talking, his eyes scanning his face as if he was memorizing it. Her face bare, free of any makeup, her expression relaxed. 

She looked up, catching his gaze. “What?” she asked, laughing softly.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, looking down at his food, his ears burning.

She shook her head with a smile, completely unaware of the storm inside him. To her, this was just another meal, just another moment. But to him, it was everything.

She didn’t see the clues. She didn’t notice what his stare meant—the storm she caused with only a smile. Sometimes, it was so much that he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders, lock her eyes on his, and confess directly, just to have a taste of her lips afterward. But that could only ever happen in his imagination.

They were sitting in the team hospitality area, the usual post-race buzz in the air. The conversation was light—nothing too intense, just teammates catching up. They had their drinks in hand, chatting about anything but racing, enjoying the rare chance to just relax.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, trying to seem casual, but his leg shifted slightly, and before he knew it, his thigh brushed against hers. It was just a fleeting moment, but his heart skipped a beat, and he pulled his leg back almost instinctively.

“Um, sorry,” he muttered, feeling a little awkward.

She glanced at him, her expression not changing at all. “What for?” she asked, a bit surprised.

He shrugged, feeling a little silly now. “Just, uh, didn't mean to... you know, bump you.”

She smiled, unfazed. “Seb, it's fine. Really.”

He relaxed a little, still feeling a bit embarrassed but trying to play it cool. “Okay, good,” he said with a half-smile, reaching for his drink to distract himself.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. “You’re so weird,” she teased, taking a sip from her cup.

He grinned, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just trying to be polite.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” she said with a small grin.

They both settled back, a bit more comfortable now, the small moment fading into the background. 

Moments like those just reminded him how impossible it seemed to confess the feelings he had undoubtedly developed. He was so smitten that the thought of her probable rejection terrified him, and apart from hurting his feelings, it would make things awkward between them.

The takeout in hotel rooms became almost a tradition on bad races, simply because it was a very relaxed, laid back plan. And that day’s race had gone horribly. Nothing had gone right for either of them—strategy calls, pit stops, even the weather seemed to conspire against them. By the time they pulled into the paddock, both of them were exhausted, drained from the physical and emotional toll of a bad weekend.

They were both sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting about anything but the race. They lacked enthusiasm, but at least they were in the same moody mood and fairly close, so it was good company.

She was explaining some anecdote—one that he would have found hilarious if he had actually been listening. His mind, exhausted, could only focus on—or get distracted by—how her velvety lips stretched with every smile, how her long curly lashes batted every once in a while, how her silky hair fell over in the most angelic way.

“Seb, are you even listening?” She asked, chuckling slightly, knowing how mentally draining bad races were, and how he was probably just pondering what went wrong.

Sebastian blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He realized he’d been staring at her without even realizing it. His gaze quickly darted away, focusing on the half-eaten food in front of him. “Sorry, I—” he started, shaking his head as if trying to clear the fog from his mind. 

“It’s fine, it’s been such a long day,” she chuckled, not bothered at all.

Sebastian felt the weight of his words pressing down on him, but he could no longer keep them bottled up. The exhaustion from the race, the silence of the room, and the way she casually brushed off his earlier distraction—all of it seemed to make everything more intense. Her laughter, light and easy, echoed in his ears, but underneath it, something else stirred in him, something that had been there for a while now.

He shifted slightly on the bed, his leg brushing against hers again. He froze for a moment, feeling that familiar surge of warmth that always came with her proximity. Her easy demeanor, her kindness, it all made her so magnetic.

His eyes lingered on her lips, not even trying to hide it. And yet, she was so unaware he had to start questioning whether she was blind. He subtly sighed, the exhaustion and exasperation mixing in a very potent cocktail of emotions.

He shifted just slightly closer, hoping she would notice, even if it was just to pull back, but at least be aware of it. And yet she remained silent, not moving, nonetheless not reacting, not even as their thighs brushed.

She wondered if something more was going through his mind after he sighed. Still, she was so used to seeing him act very—let’s say—strangely around her that she thought that was just who he was.

Seb observed as she placed the now-empty plate aside, the exhaustion from the race evident in her movements. His gaze landed on her neck. He didn’t want to be her friend; he wanted, needed, to kiss her neck.

“Seb, you good?” she finally asked, noticing his vacant look.

He looked up, meeting her eyes, Seb’s eyes never left hers, and the rawness of his emotions took over, overriding everything else. The room felt suffocating, yet his words were finally free—unfiltered, direct, and almost harsh in their intensity.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice thick with a determination that caught her off guard. He moved closer, his body now right beside hers, and he leaned in, his eyes dark with an unspoken urgency. “I can’t pretend like this is just some stupid friendship or teammate dynamic. It’s not. I’m not doing that to myself anymore.”

She froze, her gaze searching his face for any sign of what he was referring to, but there was none. His expression was hard, unwavering.

“I want you,” he stated, his voice steady but intense. “I don’t want to just be around you, to watch from the sidelines like I’ve been doing. I want more than that. I want you the way I’ve been wanting you for so long, and I can’t keep holding it back.”

“Wow,” she said, surprised, yet not unkindly, by the bluntness of it all. “Really?” she asked, incredulously.

He still couldn’t believe how she had been so oblivious. He nodded intently, his eyes trying to get a grasp of what was going on in her head, and yet, they couldn’t move away when they landed on her lips.

She finally noticed his intense gaze on her lips, nodding ever so slightly. That was enough for him to reduce the distance between them. His eyes left her lips for a second, seeking another confirmation from her eager expression, and without further hesitation, he captured her lips.

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <333

[2-dsimp]

Who among the spotlight lineup will still do the BOOMBAYAH 🤪 with mc even they are sick? What would they do to take care of mc?

I am sick here and I am looking for a magical cure lol I don't want to miss school tomorrow with me being so busy as finals are approaching 😭

Cw: suggestive

Temothy and Rashiq would be the ones to volunteer in fucking the sickness out of their darlings. The other two bois Quio and Moros would refuse to do so.

Rashiq the Rabbit is a bit of a free spirit so instead of just locking you up in a stuffy room. He’d take you out on walks to get some fresh air in your system. Doing some errands and grabbing you whatever you’d fancy from the stores you visit. Making sure that even while you’re sick you are at least having fun with him.

Temothy the Bull would get cracking down on making his mother’s famous pick me up stew. This man will gladly be your gopher to retrieve anything you’d need. He’s already well versed in taking care of the sick since he’s had a lot of siblings to take care of as a teen. Though he is clumsy in technique he’ll make up for it with tenacity in making sure you’re nursed back to health.

Quio the Dilf this man doesn’t play when it comes to your health he’ll call up his own personal physician and doctor. To assess what needs to be done in order for his future wife to be healthy. Though he wears a sweet charming smile on his face. In reality he’s breathing down the necks of his medical staff with a threatening message that says “You better do what I paid you for or else…”

Moros the Torturer the gentle giant is called the mom of the hitman group for a reason. He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in bed and put to sleep early. So your body gets enough rest and energy to combat against your illness. You will be monitored for every meal with the health supplements he gives you. As he’d never have you run on an empty stomach. Rest assured by the end of it all you’d be glowing as if you’ve been reborn. From how much he fretted over your wellbeing.

[rb9]

the bestest big four you’ve ever seen in your life {ft my loves simon rennie and britta roeske <3}

i’m feeling very emotional about this probably being daniel’s last race, don’t judge me

[flameshadowwolf]

In the mood for yapping so I’ve gotta say despite how different their romances are Bull and Lucanis have more in common than you’d think

-both trained from an early age for a specific role with little freedom

-learned to read people and uses that skill to care for those who are close to them

-goes through traumatic experiences that they try to push down

-biggest fear is losing control of themselves and harming their loved ones

-hot cocoa enjoyers

-does the wall pin move during the first romance scene

[selfishpresley]

at this rate red bull is going to have to show me their driver's dick and balls in order for me to forget how disappointing the rb-20 is

[ruskatartx]

Red Bull be like:

Twink to DILF pipeline

[feraltwinkseb]

October 30, 2011 - Noida, India Source: MANAN VATSYAYANA/AFP via Getty Images

[leviackermanstoes]

Christian horner kinda fine, idgaf what y'all say that man is sexy as shit. Yeah sure he's an angry, morally gray man but when has that ever stopped anyone of us?

[galaghiel]

while fleshing out tommy's family in the runaway au, i realized everyone has different aesthetics and if you put them side by side their outfits would almost clash.

• shroud usually dress like some pirate/runaway prince despite being a tailor. loose swishy fabric w laces and his bag. it has a sewing kit, small rolls of fabric, and at least one embroidery project

• al always looks like someone kidnapped him in the middle of gardening. big overalls or apron w lots of pockets that he shoves his mini shovel, shears, seeds, and gloves. you also rarely catch him without his straw hat lovingly made by shroud

• evetta either looks like a doll or a herbalist roaming the woods for plants she could use. long skirts and lacy blouses paired w shawls. and of course, sturdy boots. she loves layering clothes despite any weather

• tommy ranges from medieval peasant to regular guy in his day off. some days he's wearing jeans and a sweater, other times he has those old timey shirt w strings and vest. as a blacksmith he also wears apron and gloves much like al. and like his son, he also has a bunch of stuff shove in his pockets lol

[monstrouslyobsessed]

—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​, featuring the bull beastfolk character, papa bull and his anonymous darling. the super mini comic is under the cut due to the...well, a fun little peek and the implication of papa bull's intention. maybe someday i'll make a proper comic, but today is not this day. i also drew a fun little piece for those who loves duke more sometimes tomorrow :) anyway, enjoy!

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side note: for those who may have visual challenges, i also included image descriptions for you with the dialogues included. let me know if there's anything else i can do to better include everyone!

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Cynic Pt.3

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Here's part 1, part 2 (they kind of work independently)

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✯ pairing:  RB! Sebastian Vettel x Engineer! Reader ✯

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The party buzzed around them, the air electric with the team’s victory. She stood near the bar, her champagne glass in hand, her cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol, but from the warmth of the celebration. She laughed easily at something one of the mechanics had said earlier, the bubbly loosening her usual stoic demeanor.

Sebastian spotted her from across the room, her smile catching his attention like it always did when she let her guard down. He weaved through the crowd and sidled up next to her.

“Having fun?” he asked, leaning casually on the bar.

She glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why wouldn’t I be? Free drinks, a win, and you’re not in a mood today. Perfect trifecta.”

He chuckled, nudging her playfully. “Wow, I’m part of the winning formula now?”

“Oh, don’t get a big head,” she teased, tipping her glass toward him before taking another sip. “You’re tolerable tonight, that’s all.”

Sebastian smirked, tilting his head as he watched her. “You’re extra talkative tonight.”

She shrugged, a grin tugging at her lips. “What can I say? Champagne makes me chatty.”

He laughed, and she couldn’t help but join in, the sound light and unrestrained. But then, mid-laugh, she waved her hand vaguely in his direction, her grin turning into a lopsided smirk.

“You know what’s annoying about you?” she started, her tone playful but tinged with mock exasperation.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, this should be good. Enlighten me.”

“You’re… too much,” she declared, pointing at him for emphasis. “You’re charming and nice and talented and—ugh—it’s infuriating. You walk into a room, and suddenly everyone’s looking at you. It’s like you have your own gravitational pull or something.”

His grin widened, though there was a softness in his eyes as he listened. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s so,” she insisted, her words flowing faster now, her usual filter completely absent. “And you make people—me—feel things. Like, why do you have to be so…” She paused, gesturing vaguely. “You?”

Sebastian leaned closer, clearly enjoying her little rant. “I’m sorry for being… me?”

She huffed, though she was still smiling. “Don’t apologize. That would just make you even more annoying. And stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” he asked, his tone innocent but his smirk anything but.

“Like you’re winning,” she shot back, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Well, technically, I did win today,” he quipped, earning an exaggerated groan from her.

She shook her head, laughing despite herself. “See? That’s exactly what I mean. You’re impossible.”

Sebastian reached out, gently taking the nearly empty glass from her hand and setting it on the bar. “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “I don’t mind being impossible if it means I get to hear this side of you.”

Her laughter faltered slightly, replaced by a softer, more vulnerable smile. “You’re still annoying,” she murmured, though her tone lacked any real bite.

Sebastian tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Wait a second,” he said, leaning in slightly. “Did you just confess something? Because it kind of sounded like a confession.”

She froze for a beat, her expression caught somewhere between indignation and amusement. Then she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, please, don’t flatter yourself. That wasn’t a confession. That was… an observation.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, clearly unconvinced, his smirk growing wider. “So, calling me charming, talented, and saying I make you feel things—purely observational, right?”

“Exactly,” she said firmly, though the telltale blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her.

Sebastian chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the bar. “Alright, alright. Just an observation, then. But for the record, I think your ‘observations’ are pretty revealing.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, though the effect was ruined by the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’ve already said that tonight,” he quipped, his tone light. “Twice, I think. I’m starting to think it’s your way of avoiding admitting things.”

“Admitting what?” she shot back, arching a brow.

“That you like me,” he said, so casually it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she was completely at a loss for words. But then, she shook her head while faking a smirk. “Wow, you’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He grinned, undeterred. “Maybe. But am I wrong?”

She shook her head, still smirking, and placed a hand on his arm as if to steady herself. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said, echoing her earlier words, “here we are.”

She groaned, but the grin on her face made it clear she wasn’t really upset. “Fine. If it’ll shut you up, I’ll admit that you’re… tolerable. Occasionally. When you’re not being smug.”

Sebastian tilted his head, his expression softening just enough to catch her off guard. “Well, that’s a shame,” he said, his tone quieter but no less steady. “Because if you had admitted it, I could’ve said I feel the same way about you.”

Her grin faltered, and she stared at him, searching his face for a hint of teasing. But there was none. He was still smiling, but it was softer now, almost vulnerable, and her heart stumbled in her chest.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. “Seb, I—”

He cut her off with a playful grin, clearly unwilling to let the moment get too heavy. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything now. Just… think about it, alright?”

After that semi-confession, highly helped by the alcohol, they started dating. It wasn’t that Seb was the most romantic person in the world. Yes, he was romantic; however, it was her apparent lack of romanticism—the part she kept for herself—that made him seem like he was doing wonders. She was smitten, very smitten, but she tried really hard not to show it, despite sometimes being caught staring at him too endearingly or blushing in ways she couldn’t conceal.

One day, as they cuddled peacefully after a race, both too exhausted to do much. Sebastian’s fingers lazily traced circles on her arm as they lay sprawled on the couch, her head nestled comfortably against his chest. The hum of the TV filled the room, though neither of them was paying it much attention. For her, the rhythm of his heartbeat was far more captivating, though she’d never say it out loud.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “you’re kind of perfect.”

She immediately groaned, turning her face into his chest to hide the blush she could feel spreading across her cheeks. “Seb, don’t start.”

“What?” he asked innocently, though the grin in his tone was unmistakable. “I’m just stating facts.”

“Your ‘facts’ are ridiculous,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against him.

He tilted his head down, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. “Ridiculous?” he repeated, pretending to be offended. “I’ll have you know I’m an expert on this topic. I’ve conducted thorough research. You’re definitely perfect.”

She pulled back just enough to give him a half-hearted glare, though the softness in her eyes betrayed her. “Stop being so corny,” she said, trying to sound stern.

He grinned, completely unfazed. “Why? It’s true. You’re smart, funny, beautiful—”

“Seb,” she interrupted, shaking her head but unable to stop the small smile creeping onto her lips.

“—and you’ve got this cute little habit of pretending you’re not completely smitten with me,” he continued, undeterred.

Her jaw dropped in mock indignation. “I am not smitten.”

“You are,” he teased, his grin widening. “I catch you looking at me all the time, like I’m the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s adorable.”

She huffed, crossing her arms, though the effect was ruined by the way her lips twitched with suppressed laughter. “If I weren’t so tired, I’d shove you off this bed.”

“But you are tired,” he pointed out, wrapping his arms around her more securely. “Which means you’re stuck here with me and all my corny compliments.”

She sighed dramatically, but there was no mistaking the contentment in her voice when she said, “Fine. I guess there are worse places to be.”

Sebastian chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Admit it,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a playful whisper. “You secretly love it when I’m like this.”

She didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch just long enough to keep him guessing. Then, with a small, mischievous smile, she said, “Perhaps.”

His laughter rumbled through his chest, and she couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling the warmth of it settle deep within her.

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[2-dsimp]

Hey, for your Spotlight Boys, how would they react if they met their Darling and they already had a partner?

Who would take out the competition immediately and who would just want them to be happy? What would they do if there were signs they weren't actually happy?

Cw: jealousy/manipulation/coercion/blackmail/gore/death

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The types who’d take out competition:

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Rashiq the rabbit

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In his version you’re a nun supposed to be serving the lordship. So of course having any type of romantic relationship with the other gender is forbidden.

But if the rabbit hybrid priest finds out that you were having relations with another… He devilishly grin at how much fun he’d get out of ruining that dipshits life. While also getting you into his paws up and far away from that bastard Zebad’s grasp. With a little bit of playing instigation he’d sooner have your partner branded as a cheating heretic and stoned to death as punishment. Of course he’d get his 2 cents in beforehand, what can you say? This rabbit is petty, so what’s wrong with leaving that bloke with a couple bones broken? It’s not like they’d need em anytime soon. Especially if they’re set to die at the stake.

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Quio the Dilf

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Well in his version you wouldn’t be allowed to have any significant others. As one of the requirements for being his nanny would be that you’re completely single. That way your focus would be primarily on his daughter Peina.

But hypothetically speaking, Quio’s the type to act like he’s happy for you but he’s plotting on the downfall of your relationship. When he got the information relayed to him, the A list actors perfect image twisted into one of pure insanity that he kept under lock and key. He’ll bide his time and wait for the moment your relationship reaches its sugar high. Only for him to crash it and burn it to the ground in one fell swoop. It pains him to see you so devastated but at the same time it made him feel such ecstasy. As He’d be the one to pick up the pieces one by one and make you all his by design.

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Temothy the Bull

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He’d be utterly heartbroken… If he weren’t such a schemer underneath that klutzy innocent exterior of his. Being an info broker on the side of being your assistant. The bull knows everything about what’s happening in his surroundings in real time. So with a simple searches on the internet, He’d fabricate blackmail to prevent anyone. From even getting the idea that you were on the market. That’s why every single date you had was a failure, leaving you to be ghosted the next day. Even if the first date was absolutely perfect. Your assistant would accidentally stigmatize you as a forever alone without even knowing.

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The types who’d just want you to happy:

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Moros the Torturer

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All he’d ever want for his sunshine is for them to be happy. In fact he’s one of the very few men who’d be willing to be in a poly relationship with his darling. But if you already seemed to be fine with a partner of your own he’d stand by the sidelines watching over you like a guardian angel.

On the flip side if you were noticeably unhappy even worse if your partner had been abusing you. That’s when this gentle giant’s shell cracks into a vengeful ogre. He won’t tolerate anyone dimming your shine and would deal with them the best way he knows how. Via torturing them, it’s the job he’s well versed in. Besides that he genuinely wants to know how they were audacious enough. To think that they could break your precious heart. Unfortunately, Moros would never get the answer he so desired. Since his hands would’ve already subconsciously cracked open his victims rib cage with his machete. As if he were splitting open a watermelon. To tear out their beating heart that died out, Before he could even register what happened.

[charmophron]

zoro/sanji may be a basic bitch ship but my god it is my basic bitch ship

teen me was here from the jump (water 7 - thriller bark) and you know what. im back boys

[ichore]

ok but what about him? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMU5Ecjx/ have you seen him before? 👁️ what we think

AAAAA MY GOD DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED

[cheek-clapper]

I need some friends