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Icemav (and Goose) as my friends’ most unhinged quotes
#top gun 1986#top gun movie#top gun maverick#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#nick goose bradshaw#icemav#incorrect top gun quotes#top gun incorrect quotes#these two need help#no blend is not a typo#ice has an industrial size blender in his basement#where do you think all the admirals who insulted mav went#goose is very tired
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i convinced a friendo to go watch John Wick 4 in theaters (haven't gone to a cinema in like 10 years so i am excited af!) so here's a quick sketch of The World tarot card / cover art for my SilverV fic that I've been wanting to start writing for quite some time now (prelude chapter already on AO3 👀) inspired by the movie's poster i saw in the city
EDIT: fresh outta cinema and boyyyyys that movie was
✨GOOD✨
#for someone who has such a pretty face it's weirdly difficult to draw Keeanu#this is like my 5th attempt#am tired#but also#moe is here too!!#also my friendo is a complete john wick virgin#i managed to convince her to watch all 3 movies before we go watch the 4th#poor sod has a very soft spot for animals especially doggos#daisy scene is gonna murder her#heheh >:)#so anyways#fixed cp77 again and I'm back in nc being a silly goose 🪿#can't wait for the dlc!!#my art#sketch#wip#traditional doodle#pencil doodle#johnny silverhand#cyberpunk 2077#cp77#cdpr#cd projekt red#Pitbull#cyberdog#oc#moe#i will die happy if i never have to draw malorian arms ever again ☠️#keanu reeves
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If the fear of abandonment and/or the wilderness was the top fear in the world somehow, how would Vex appear? How does Vex handle abstract concept fears? What about generally shapeless fears like the fear of the dark or Anatidaephobia?
my idea is that he doesn't have to manifest as an individual creature, he can be more of a force of nature, like famines or wildfires. he just happened to be an individual creature when we see him because clowns are people
like for fear of the wilderness, he could be a creepy forest (the "those who enter are never seen again" kind) that Wont Stop Growing until everything is consumed by trees and nature, isolating any who enter/whose homes are consumed, where predators made of plants (or shadows?) lurk (think the timberwolves from mlp).
or for fear of abandonment he could be a mind virus(?) that causes craftlings to self-isolate or think everyone else will leave, to the point it drives them to insanity. or it could be combined with something else like wilderness, claustrophobia, getting lost, etc. to physically isolate its victims (by illusion or actually)
fear of darkness could be a few things, maybe a force that blocks the sun (could be an interesting concept for when the orb of dreamers was in caveman times), something that makes craftlings go (temporarily) blind, or just (a) shadow monster(s).
a more general fear of carnivals, rather than specifically clown dolls, could see him being something like what happened in carnivalia
spiders? big spider vex, individual creature. water? big flood, could be an individual creature or not. claustrophobia? everything else starts Getting Smaller, by illusion or not, not an individual. heights? your house starts floating, not an individual. you get it
#ask#sackboy a big adventure#vex sackboy#saba vex#lbp vex#sackboy vex#Anatidaephobia could be Goose Vex with BIG EYES /hj#hopefully this makes sense im very tired.#i wrote a fanfic about this once. kinda#As Long as There are Dreams There Will be Nightmares on ao3 go read it#its not good but read it anyway
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gang maybe I’m insane but… the tonberry plush was somewhere in the gaming channel room, wasn’t it? I remember we all mildly freaked out over it but now I can’t remember for the life of me where the hell it is
#the feral speaketh#dan and phil#phan#local goose is very tired and should really be going to bed#and is instead writing a sappy Christmas fic#sort of
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*throws words like food scraps into the streets for people to find* (also pretend like the o bar scene didn't happen and maverick and ice haven't come face to face yet lol)
Tom didn’t get a good read on this Maverick guy until he came face to face with him in the locker rooms. He was only starting to strip down, boisterous and a grating personality already rolling off his shoulders. Behind him, he’s aware of Slider and Goose talking and shaking hands like the old friends they are - he's too busy taking the admiration emitting off Hollywood as they shook hands.
“They won too, man.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
He hadn’t heard shit, actually. Only something in the halls on the way to the lockers about Maverick and Goose and breaking the hard deck being strike one of one.
“Well we did,” Goose sounds defensive. Why? He wants to ask, why so defensive of someone who flies so recklessly.
Slider tells him that below the hard deck doesn’t count and Maverick spits something back that makes his skin crawl.
“You guys really are cowboys,” he says as he turns, facing the back of Maverick’s regulation black hair but he turns away before Maverick can turn to him.
“What’s your problem, Kazansky?”
Slowly he shuts the locker door, the room falling silent to hear him speak his thoughts on their budding adrenaline junkie. “You’re everyone’s problem,” he starts but the face before him isn’t the right one. If he weren’t so certain of his ability to read the badge on Maverick’s chest, he’d have thought he was the wrong person. The man – the kid – in front of him is young. “That’s because every time you go up in the air you’re unsafe. I don’t like you because you’re dangerous.”
#this is a plot bunny sorry i said i wasn't going to do that anymore lol#about a very inaccurate universe were maverick is the age of tc when filming and everyone is slightly uncomfortable about it because#holy shit that's a child working with us what if he fucks around too hard#it's not that deep and i'm tired but i'll maybe post this on wednesday#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#top gun 1986#ron slider kerner#nick goose bradshaw
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Guys can I confess a little secret to y'all? If you know me it's probs not a big surprise but shhh, just listen...
Sometimes...sometimes the male characters I like give me the ick. And it's been happening more often with 2 particular clown characters 👀
If you know me, you know I identify as lesbian/queer, so like DUH. But I find it interesting that it's happening more often. Basically with any characters played by real people. I think the comphet in me is slowly dying, guys. It kinda worries me bc I don't wanna lose the special love and connections I have with these characters, but I can't help itttt my lesbian brain thinks they're icky sometimes guysss 😭
You know who's never given me the ick tho?
✨ Anime boys ✨
They're the furthest from being real men so obviously me likey 😍 They're pretty and not too realistic and they got the masculine look/energy that makes my heart go 💓 (I'm talking to you, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, and all the other MHA boys that have me in a chokehold). It's honestly a match made in heaven.
I guess I should've known the comphet wouldn't be able to stand the test of time. The beast is growing weaker inside me. After all this time, I see it as an old friend, and I am sad to see this happen. I salute you, old pal. You've made my life hell in many ways, but what would I be without you?
Gayer. Definitely gayer. But I digress...
I'm being so silly 🤭 but forreal guys, idk what to expect of my future with these characters I've long considered to be f/os of mine. I don't think my love for them will ever fully fade away, but I feel myself growing more distant from them 🥺 I used to be able to overlook the icky parts and now I can't ignore it as easily 😭 this is supposed to be a good thing for me and here I am all pouty and sad about it pfft but I'm sure the self shippers out there will somewhat understand. These have been my comfort characters for a long time. I don't wanna lose the bonds I've formed with them 🥺
Anyway, I'm still totally cool with writing for these characters, I enjoy it so much still. But as for my personal relationships with these characters...the connection feels a little weaker these days 😔 but that doesn't mean it's the end! I might wake up in a few weeks head over heels for them all over again. Guess we'll see, huh?
If you read this far, thanks for helping me carry the burden of this very serious confession. I'm afraid the weight of it was too heavy to bear alone for a moment longer. It had to be said 😭🤭
#it's silly goose hours#which means it's time for kal's late night adhd braindump#my brain is tired and my heart is aching for my f/os#in all seriousness I am upset about this#but I'm also glad bc it shows my growth and that I've become more secure in my sexuality#and thinking about it all makes me giggle bc it's so silly 🤭#but it's also so serious to me#I live a very awkward existence under the plague of comphet#welp it is what it is#compulsory heterosexuality#comphet#lesbian#queer#self shipping
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i madeeee sillay new characters and i love them
#my post#will post drawings tomorrow. tired.#BUT!! there are superheroes and this sillay. honestly very minor criminal. villain of the week type guy. but she never gets caught so she#just keeps coming back to cause problems. her name is bonnie and shes a shapeshifter and i love her. but anyways one day shes fighting thes#guys and falls off a bridge. now this is not actually an issue for her bcus she can simply Have Wings if she wants to. but she chooses to#use this to fake her death bcus shes tired of these guys and wants to try to take them down from the inside.#so she returns under the name lyra and becomes like a sidekick to them. only she is absolutely shocked to discover that the one hero- real#name oslo- has been MOURNING HER??? apparently they feel terrible for causing her 'death' and never truly hated her and are wracked with#guilt about it???? bonnie does not know how to feel about this it is incredibly weird actually.#the other hero is named merrick and she does not give a shit she thought bonnie was annoying as hell. unfortunately for her 'lyra' also#just so happens to enjoy annoying her to hell and back. yay.#also oslo n merrick have day jobs as office workers for a Large and Productive cheesecake corporation.#i couldnt think of what to make their company do so i made it very serious paperwork about cheesecakes#i think lyra would be like. idk. janitor. or delivery person.#OH DID I MENTION THEYRE ALL ANIMALS. i wanted to draw animals is the reason why#oh oh oh the NAMES the NAMES#so weve got bonnie goose the mongoose. bonnie bcus i wanted to base it on mongoose> mon goose> monnie goose> bonnie goose#lyra reeves the . dog of unspecified breed so far. maybe scottish terrier or schnauzer. i like their rectangular heads. shes a dog bcus i#thought itd be funny to take a Loyal animal and make her betray them lol. also lyra is a constellation of a lyre > rhymes with liar.#and reeves is from lyre > orpheus > reeve c.arney lol#merrick wolfe the maned wolf :3 i dont have anything deeper on this one its just m and then wolf. however her superhero name is red fox#which i think is funny. she has fire powers.#and oslo stone :] large bear. idk what kind ill probably be boring and just make em a brown bear. in my heart shes a black bear but brown#is easier to color. um um erm oslo bcus it is one letter off from oso which is bear in spanish. stone bcus i liked how it sounded also her#superhero name is boulder and she has superstrength lol#thats all of em so far :3 its so fun and sillay and i love themmmm#i love drawing merrick the most
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Guz would be giving me a great big hug, the kind where you pick someone up and twirl them around, for having such a successful socializing outing today :]
#i talked in the group even when i was afraid :] about isopods again but also other things dbdjsl#and i held up my end of the convo w this lady that I often struggle to talk to while we were waiting for the bus together !!#and also did not panic or cry or anything when someone yelled at me for smiling fhfkdl#(that person was unwell and i am not offended or upset at all fhdksl they have their own shit going on so i just hope they are okay)#and ALSO did not panic when a great big dog sniffed me as he and his owner were walking by !!!#(i LOVE dogs - theyre a lifelong special interest - but I was attacked by one a few yrs ago so theres a specific breed im terrified of)#(and this was similar to that breed (not exactly the same but similar enough that i still get scared) so !! huge win !! to not panic!!)#I DUNNO i know theyre all such mundane ''easy'' things but they are all very big for me fjfkdl#i will celebrate any win i can get fhjfkdl and these are genuinely all pretty big for me sdbfjkl#maybe it is silly but i have never denied being a silly goose LMAO#however i am very tired now fjfkdl if i can get some dishes washed so i can have a dinner tonight....#maybe i can work on the valentines art hmmmm#we shall see !!! i would love to work on it though fhfkdl#dandy.cmd#💜so good at being in trouble
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So sleepy tucked into bed but working a little bit on testament wiki stuff… i can fix them…
#THERE IS MORE TO BE SAID ABOUT THEIR PERSONALITY IN MISSING LINK AND STRIVE! its so x/xx centric.#im scared that i cant describe missing link testament without sounding so CENSOR BEEP#what can i say they like killing people and themself. they love it. isnt that awesome#its fun for them. until its not. until its really bad.#and strive testament well theyre living a simple happy healthy life and flourishing. and theyre a bit silly. my silly fucking goose.#now im thinking about them feeding geese. theyd love that. they can dobwhatever the fuck they want.#okay. i am thinking about the killing people thing again.#testamsnt is so awesome very versatile character to think about all the fucking time.#i really am so tired. i dont know what im saying to you really. sorry.#im not adding anything to the wiki in this state dont worry. my ass is in my notes app.#ZZZZZZZ.#the kat goes meow
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Okay tumblr check it out
All 40 of my pillow pets!!
and here you may glance upon my glorious field
of autism
#This took me around 11 hours#I am very tired#gooses pillows#pillow pets#i love them all they are my children#As a god loves their creation#So do I with my pillow pets
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Cracks me tf up how Ozzie is literally. He looks exactly how he did when I first drew him
#random post#the only *real* differences are cus. I draw differently now than I did early 2021 😭#overall his colors and shapes are p much the same lol like the others? very noticeably different#he was just always cool ig lmao#yknow what? they all at least. you can tell who is who#hand their colors have been relatively consistent (ignoring that first drawing with August I literally didn’t know wtf I was doing lol)#THE FRUIT DADS ARE. 2 YEARS OLD NOW???#WHAT!!! THE FUCK MAN!!!! ��#and they still have their signatures (by that I mean they still have their like. shticks)#(like Max was always the big dark creepy cool fucker. Ozzie was mad for no apparent reason)#(Blondee was chill and tired. August was always kinda silly/weird with a NEED to be with people)#(goose was always sweet and clueless and gangly)#but they’ve definitely changed a lot too! especially August lmao like he used to be the token straight guy but then I gave him 8 boyfriends#to compensate for my crimes </3#and I definitely made them more like the ages they are (40’s) both looks wise and how they act (I try to at least lol)#I definitely made their personalities better. sorry but they weren’t. exaggerated and cool enough back then </3#and I made August and Goose cousins and August and Blondee ex’s (I am ignoring that one post with August friend flirting goose. I don’t see)#overall they’re more fleshed out (both character wise and. they’re thicker now GAGGABAGAH)#and it’s p easy for me to write dialogue with em now! I know how they go about talking and their mannerisms and more or less how they feel#about certain topics/people/things. woof. they’ve come a long way I really need to draw a really good group shot of them...#ok I kinda got sidetracked and forgot what point I was trying to make lmao but!! love the fruit dads!! love the fruit daughters!! sometimes#it just takes a year to get things situated!! 😭
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modern au xiao is either a tattoo artist, or a flower shop owner. i don't make the rules. alternatively an extremely tired college student working 3 jobs to survive (mood xiao). also, the au in which xiao ends up serving scaramouche (who somehow has ascended to godhood) is my aesthetic also also, the au in which xiao and the rest of the yaksha are portrayed closer to gods than in canon is a good one too idk i have a lot of brainrot
#xiao would never own a flower shop by the way im memeing#goose is very tired rn#; * // ♦︎ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ. — › ooc.
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anyway feeling very normal about this scene
the fact that after a long, unpleasant day of absolutely nothing going his way and constantly being reminded of how much everyone else dislikes him, he's too tired to keep his act up and seeks out a genuine conversation with the one person whom he hasn't interacted with through the entire adventure
Pomni about to answer sincerely before realizing it's Jax and changing her approach, either out of caution or uncertainty by him being so... casual
she braces for one of his usual remarks/jokes but is surprised when he answers with neither, simply letting her know how he's doing as well
finally, when he's called over for another task, he's still visibly annoyed but follows through without much protest and waves goodbye to Pomni, who is undoubtedly confused by what she just saw.
there have been a couple of instances where the series shows us that Jax is being affected by the circus more than he lets on, and they were really focused on during this episode.
this got me thinking about what Goose really meant by him "getting worse"; most people (myself included) interpreted it as his actions gradually escalating to a point where it could result in conflict with the rest of the cast, but after this scene and near the end where he leaves and gets in his car, it could be understood as his repressed emotions finally catching up to him and turning his mental well-being for the worst. It could also be a mix of the two
now this is the part where I put my delusional cap on, but there has been a significant build up to Jax and Pomni's relationship through the whole series, the most notorious one being:
his hand missing from Pomni's moment of realization that the other people she's been trapped with are trustworthy and care for her. You obviously can't blame her for coming to this conclusion, but I think that's exactly what made this small interaction a lot more important
Jax has been pushing others away and masking his emotions for who knows how long, and one of the primary focus and messages of TADC is connections with others and how important they are, so for them to show us Pomni seeing Jax have a brief moment of vulnerability, I do believe it's reasonable to think that they will eventually develop a relationship with some amount of significance, maybe even something close to a friendship
but yeah, feeling very normal
#text post#rambling#the amazing digital circus#jax#pomni#jax x pomni#funnybunny#I ordered the delusional burger that makes you delusional#anyway I want to talk about ep4 more because it's probably my favorite so far#really resonated with me during a lot of moments#but the jaxpom brainrot had to dig it's way through aswell#can't do nothin about it anymore
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very 18+, vi-shaped, modern underground fighter!au tw: in which vi uses a vibrating strap d1ldo and also fucks ur throat
popular underground fighter vi! x reader in which vi "soft launches" your relationship with this photo posted on instagram with clear red nail marks down her back and just the caption "post fight ritual 💋" and it's obvious that her knuckles are still bruised, but someone else made those marks on her back and they're definitely not from any fight she's ever been in.
and it's not like she's a stranger to people thirsting over her posts -- she kinda knows she's hot. or at least, she's been told enough times to know it empirically, but it still stuns her a little when she catches you staring, or when she sees the way your pupils literally dilate in her presence; it's not something that she grew up hearing, always being told that she's too tomboy or that she's not feminine enough, even though her own family never cared, and they've always supported her no matter how she wanted to dress or what she wanted to do.
you, though. she doesn't know how she got so lucky with you.
she might call it a chance meeting, but later on, you'd admit that you'd had your eye on her for weeks, thought she was so, so pretty, even with all her black eyeliner and her choppily cut hair (she does it herself; oh, you could tell? why? what gave it away? the weirdly uneven buzz or the fact that she totally missed a patch at the back of her head?), and you'd put yourself squarely in the line of her sight and hoped (prayed, really) that she'd notice you.
and notice you she did.
wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, leaning up against the bar of her favorite lesbian haunt, the one she goes to nine times outta ten after her fights, the adrenaline's still high, eating through her veins, the tattoo of her pulse pressing against her ribcage.
she'd pushed off the far wall and caged you in against the dark wood of the bar, turning her charm up to eleven and hoping against hope that she wasn't just imagining things when she saw your gaze run up and down the length of her body (she wasn't).
"hey pretty. thought you might wanna take a closer look."
you'd grinned then, caught someplace between bashful and triumphant.
"but... it's so dark and so... loud," you say, letting your hand linger on her shoulder even as you put up the very convincing front of uncertainty, the blatant tease of your words the only thing cueing her off that you were picking up what she was putting down.
"yeah? then... wanna go somewhere quiet where you can... take a better look in peace?"
vi's apartment, despite all the winnings from her fights, was a modest place, a small studio in the heart of the city, though the floor the ceiling windows are really what caught your eye that first time she brought you over.
that, and the giant mirror that covered the length of an entire wall opposite the windows.
"so i can check my form," vi says when you ask, running a tall glass under the tap water, holding it out to you afterwards.
and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been expecting a hookup. and honestly, so had you. but somehow, the pair of you had just ended up curled on the couch, sitting face to face, sharing stories and laughing. the next you looked up, the pink of dawn was teasing across the far skyline and vi was frowning at the dying phone in her hand, her eyebrows hitched.
"holy shit... it's 6am."
you bury your face in the cushions of the couch, your hands still wrapped around a half-empty cup of spiked apple cider (a bottle of martinelli's at the back of her fridge, along with a half-empty thing of grey goose she'd found, tugging the cap out with her teeth), feeling the tiredness drag at your eyelids.
"oops... sorry," you grin sheepishly at her, "usually, when i keep people up all night, it's not like this."
vi laughs at your tired little innuendo, but her eyes soften when she catches you watching her. and for some stupid, unfathomable reason, she feels her cheeks heating up.
"yeah peaches. i figured. but... i don't mind being kept up like this."
your brows furrow even as a grin threatens your lips as she nudges you with her hand. you shift back, making room for her as she sits down in front of you, close enough for you to feel the heat rolling off her skin.
beyond the windows, a brilliant sunrise is peering out over the city, and the sharp, shard-drawn light of it pierces vi's studio as she reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb and forefinger trailing the line of your cheek till she's coaxing your chin up towards her.
"peaches?" you ask, your breath a bit short.
"yeah," her eyes flicker towards the tiny little stud earrings you'd put in, truly miniscule peach-emojis that you'd picked to match the shade of your dress. and you laugh, the tiredness making the air around you both effervescent.
and that was the first of many nights you'd proceed to spend at vi's, though eventually, she does drag you forward to kiss you, her lips insistent against yours, with you pulling back to gasp -- "took you long enough --" against her only for her to sink her teeth into the bared skin of your neck, letting her fingers curl around the delicate pulse-point nestled there as she says --
"they say good things come to those who wait."
neither of you can truly pinpoint the moment where this... thing became something more. something that neither of you had the words or will to deny any longer.
it might've come up the first time vi pressed three fingers into your sopping cunt, her eyes fixed on the way your expression goes slack, how your hips kicked up at every curl of her expert fingers. or perhaps the first time you'd pushed her back and kissed a line down her front, lavished her body with your lips, teasing and nipping at her tits before making your slow, arduous way down to her clenching cunt, licking up the wet slit before latching your mouth around her clit and sucking hard enough for her eyes to roll out of her eye-sockets.
or maybe the first time she'd pulled out her bright pink strap, the base equipped with a vibrating function and an opposing dildo that hooked into vi's pussy as she rucked her hips into yours, fucking into you so hard that tears had creased in your lashes after she was done with you.
"fuck peaches -- you just look so good cumming on my cock, don't you?"
and that's all it takes these days, a smirk, a slap on the ass, and her voice saying peaches for you to feel your body clench over nothing, for your stomach to curl with heat, even if she's just coming over to press a kiss to your cheek or murmur against your skin, asking how your day went, though sometimes, you'd get shy and your voice would get a bit too quiet.
"c'mon, speak up, doll. and look at me when i'm talking to you, yeah?"
her fingers squeezing your jaw, just tight enough to make you gasp.
and no one questions it; bc why would they? her coach is ecstatic -- not like vi's ever been an unfocused fighter, but these days, she's in such tip-top form that he's not got much feedback for her after her long training sessions.
"whoever she is," vander says, grinning even as vi flushes and sighs (she knows it's useless to lie, vander's known her for way, way too long), "she's good for you."
he presses a hand to her shoulder, shaking her slightly, "and my advice? when you find a girl like that -- you grab on with both hands and you don't let go."
so that's what she does, and what she's still doing now. it's been months -- almost a full year since you've made it all "official", though neither of you have posted much about it online (her fans have been speculating for a while though, specially the hardcore ones, the ones who have been with her long enough to know her, to spot how she scans the crowd before and after every right, how her smile's just a bit different these days, how there seems to be one particular girl she's always winking at, always hidden in the shadows but she's always swiveling around the first thing after a fight, win or lose).
"f-fuck -- that's a good girl --" vi groans, her hips jerking against yours as she fucks you through your third orgasm of the night (she'd wone her fight that night -- as she does most nights -- and you'd come over to celebrate), your nails biting into the skin of her back, dragging down the expansive tattoo there.
she feels the burn in her own thighs, her arms flexing, the veins popping blue as she drags you down the length of the bed by your hips, fucking into you, her eyes trained on the sticky white ring at the base of her pink strap, the sight in and of itself enough to send her over the edge.
"c'mere -- open your mouth, peaches," she says, guiding you towards her even as she pulls out of you, a thick string of cum slicking off the head of her strap as she inches up the bed to position herself over your chest and shoulders.
you let your jaw fall slack, moaning thick as she presses the tip of her strap to your tongue. you blink up at her, lashes fluttering as she sinks her fingers into your hair, hissing out a long breath as you swallow around her length.
"sweet fuck that's hot..."
she pulls you over her cock in shallow thrusts, her breath growing quick as she watches the way you eagerly clean your own cum off of her with your tongue, the completely fucked out, blissed out look in your eyes as you look up at her, so utterly besotted and at her mercy.
her feels the coils twist in her gut seconds before she shoves you down over her, the combined sound of your gagging and the pinpoint vibrations of the dildo sending her right over the edge.
"shit, shit -- shit oh -- fuck... mm..."
her fingers fist in your hair as she jerks around the dildo end of the strap, tugging out of your mouth with a lazy, lopsided smile.
"such a good girl for me, hm?" she says, tugging you up for an open-mouthed kiss. you mewl against her lips, so soft, absolutely melting into her arms as she shifts the both of you into the center of the bed.
it's not till she goes to shower later, with you sound asleep in her mussed up blankets, that she sees the marks -- red and raised on her back, scratched over her tattoo. a soft smile lifts her lips as she stares at her own reflection in the mirror, her neck twisting over her shoulder to get a good look.
and before she knows it, she's grabbing her phone and turning around to snap a pic, with the full intent of keeping it just to show you in the morning but... well, she thinks as she stares down at the photo with a dopey sort of grin, her heart thudding dangerously close to her mouth.
maybe the best gift she could give you on your one-year anniversary is this -- telling the world that she's yours.
#⛈ monsoon season#♨ steamy#vi x reader#arcane x reader#arcane smut#vi smut#arcane vi smut#vi arcane smut#x reader#arcane#lesbian#1.9k i feel insane no like rly#someone shut me up; once again i am proving to myself i am incapable of chill#arcane x you#vi x you
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Book Club
Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader
Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club
requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist
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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.
“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.
“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.
“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.
“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.
“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.
“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.
“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.
Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.
“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.
“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.
The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.
“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).
“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.
“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.
“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.
“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.
“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.
“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.
“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.
“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.
“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.
“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.
“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.
“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.
“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.
“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.
“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.
“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.
“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.
“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.
“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.
“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.
“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.
“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.
“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.
“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.
“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.
“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.
“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.
“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.
“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.
“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.
“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.
“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lance mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.
“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.
“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.
“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.
“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.
“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.
“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.
“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”
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quinn eating you out after you come home from a long day, letting you use him as stress relief
you had been tense from the stress of your workplace all day, your muscles aching all over your body. you were tired, overworked, and ready for a glass of wine and trashy tv.
when quinn saw your state, though? he knew exactly what you needed. he ran you a hot bath—which he joined, of course—rubbing soothing circles into your tight muscles in the warm water. the bath quickly turns into a shower so you can actually feel clean, but quinn won’t allow you to lift a finger. he lathers soap onto your body and massages the products into your hair, nearly lulling you to sleep standing up.
he wraps your body in a fluffy towel as you step out of the warm stream of water, drying your body gently before working on his own. walking into the bedroom to get a fresh set of pajamas, quinn comes up behind you and stops you before you can get the drawer open.
“uh-uh. no clothes yet,” he tsks, pushing your hand away. you look up at him confused.
“quinn, i’m wet and cold, why can’t i get dressed yet? you’re dressed,” you point out his plaid pajama pants, appreciating the lack of a shirt, though.
he smirks at you, grabbing your hands, walking backwards while leading you towards the bed.
“because, your stress free evening isn’t over,” he lets himself fall onto the end of the bed in a sitting position, looking up at you while wiggling the towel off of your body.
once the fabric is on the floor, quinn admires your body standing bare in front of him. he sees the layer of goose-bumps on your skin from the chilly air of the apartment, your taut nipples staring right at him. he reaches around you to take a handfuls of your ass, pushing you towards him.
you instinctively separate your legs to stand on either side of his thighs, feeling his chin graze the skin right above your belly-button. soft, warm puffs of air from his nose hit your cold skin, causing the muscles there to twitch. you look down at him, seeing his soft, grey eyes looking back up at you. a small smile breaks out on his face, the weight of his chin no longer felt on your body as he pulls back barely an inch.
before you can miss the contact, you watch as he touches his lips to the skin, eyes still looking brightly up at you. you toss your head back as you sigh, the feeling of his warm tongue coming out to tease along with the movement of his lips sending shivers through your spine.
you bring your hands up to rest in his unruly curls, their damp softness providing just enough to ground you, worried you’ll float away as he goes from open-mouth kisses to fully just licking your skin.
still looking up at you, even though he can’t see your face, he licks a stripe up and down, from above your navel to dangerously low territory. when you feel his tongue dip to the very bottom of your stomach, your head flies up with a gasp.
you’re met with the sight of quinn smirking up at you, clearly pleased with the reaction. “s’it working?” he asks you, still kneading the flesh of your ass.
“mmmm don’t know, still feel a little stressed,” you respond with a teasing smile, taking your hand and pushing the hair off of his forehead, bringing your hand to rest on the back of his head.
quinn’s shoulders shake lightly, his forehead leaning forward to rest against your stomach now, his hair tickling the sensitive area as he shakes his head back and forth. he pulls back to look up at you once again, eyes bright with amusement.
“well, guess we’ll have to get straight to it then,” he lightly taps your ass, removing his hands as he lays back, now flat on the bed in front of you.
you stand there and stare at him, not sure what he’s doing. his feet are still planted to the floor, his arms now extended at the elbow, hands clasped together to cradle his head as it lays on them. it’s your turn to admire his body. you’ve always loved the toned nature of his abdomen, but loved the fact there’s still somehow a softness to it at the same time even more. you watch the rise and fall of his even, steady breaths, lost in a near trance-like state.
he lifts his head up only enough to look at you, the rest of his body planted firmly against the mattress.
“well…are you gonna come get your stress relief or not?” he asks you, gesturing to his face, then letting his arms drop by his sides.
your stomach jumps at the realization of what he’s insinuating. he watches the fire in your eyes ignite, his lips once again curling into a smirk.
you waste no time crawling onto the bed, resting your knees on either side of his head, lining yourself up to his mouth perfectly.
you hear him take a deep inhale, your scent always driving him crazy.
looking down at him for permission to alleviate the small burn starting in your thighs, you find he’s not even look at your face. his stare is held on your slick core, licking his lips like he’s at an all you can eat. which, in his eyes, he is.
“ready?” you ask him, missing his warm mouth already.
his eyes snap to your face. “stress reliever, at your service,” he responds, not waiting for you to lower yourself to him. with his hands on your ass again, he pushes you down as he raises his head up, wasting no time in burying himself in your folds.
you cry out, his tongue ferociously lapping and sucking at your clit, his large hands massaging your ass once again.
the quick pace of his tongue stuns you to stillness, not realizing you hadn’t moved until quinn starts rocking your body back and forth for you. he slides his tongue up and down your cunt as he did your stomach earlier, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit deliciously.
your soft pants and his slurping are the only two sounds to be heard in the room, until quinn lets out a low growl as you start grinding down on his face harder.
the vibrations cause a jolt to run through your core, your body leaning forward just enough for his tongue to tease your entrance.
“scoot. up more,” he mumbles against you, guiding you by your ass right where he wanted you.
the feeling of his tongue sliding inside of you draws out a high pitched yelp. he stabs the muscle in and out harshly, loving the feeling of your walls sucking him in as he laps up every drop of your sweetness.
you bring your hands up to toy with your hard nipples, needing to occupy yourself with something before you lose your mind.
you ride his tongue as he continues to grunt and growl into you, feeling every twitch and flick of the thick muscle.
the added stimulation to the sensitive buds on your chest has your release growing faster than you can keep up with. it’s like someone’s blowing up a balloon inside of you, the pressure building and building until it finally-
“quinn!” you cry out, the graze of his teeth against your sensitive flesh being the needle that popped the balloon.
your whole body is bathed in warmth, limbs shaking as he doesn’t let his pace falter, still bringing your body down farther onto his now slick face, making sure not a drop of your honey goes anywhere except his awaiting tongue.
you start to come down from your high, attempting to slow the steady rock of your body, but quinn pushes against your efforts. he keeps your momentum going, tongue still exploring every inch of your now swollen pussy.
“q, i-“ you hiss at the sensitivity, not being able to finish your sentence because of the quick work his tongue is swirling onto your clit.
“one more…you’ve got one more in you, i can feel it,” he commands up into you, going back to work the second the words are out of his mouth.
your whine, already feeling the swirl of another orgasm approaching.
quinn’s assault is only getting more aggressive, now fully nipping at your folds, each little pinch another tick closer to your release.
“close, quinny, so close,” you tell him, breathlessly.
his tongue enters you once again, this time staying buried there, grazing every surface it can find. he brings a hand around to toy with your clit while his tongue is otherwise occupied, opting for small pats instead of fast circles.
the dull, repetitive nature of the pats is what has your second orgasm of the night bursting out of you. you scream quinn’s name like a mantra, nothing else on your mind other than him.
he smirks through your orgasm this round, feeling your walls flutter around him, milking your sticky sweetness from your body like he’s the thirstiest man alive and you were a fresh spring.
after you recover from your second high, you take a few deep breaths, trying to remember how to control your limbs. when you manage to lift a knee off of the bed, quinn’s hand is flying up to force it back down, his tongue still swirling and flicking inside of you.
“quinn, i-i can’t. not-“ you whimper as he presses a finger against your clit and holds it there, applying a constant pressure. “not another one. can’t do it.”
quinn doesn’t let you surrender, however, the one hand still on your ass lifting and coming down in a harsh smack, the sound nearly lost in the symphony of squelches and moans.
he removes his tongue, and mouth, from you long enough to bark out a gruff “three’s the magic number. you’re not done until i say so,” before his tongue is buried in you for a third time tonight.
you almost fall forward, the sensitivity nearly crippling. your body surprises you, though. somehow, without your knowledge, your nerves are already winding up again, ready to explode any second.
between the now smacks on your clit—his soft pats long gone—and his tongue reaching as far into your entrance as possible, you don’t even know how or when, but suddenly your vision goes white and you feel nothing but what can be described as total and complete pleasure coursing through your veins.
quinn is shocked at how easy it was to pull your third release from you, feeling spurts of your sweet juices expel his tongue from your clenching core. he lets the drops glide down his throat, groaning at how amazing you always taste, but especially tonight.
you didn’t even know you screamed until you felt the scratch of your throat, the stars subsiding from your vision as you feel quinn’s tongue gently licking around you, cleaning up every last ounce of liquid from your spent cunt.
he decides you’ve had enough, finally releasing your shaking thighs, letting you lift one over his head and fall back onto the bed to lay beside of him. he turns over onto his side to look at you, always enjoying how pretty you look after an orgasm, much less three.
the rapid rise and fall of your chest starts to slow as you fully come down from the whole experience, turning your head to look at him.
your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.
his face is quite literally dripping with your release. his nose, his mouth, his chin are all covered with your slick juices. he’s leaning on one arm, while the other is being used to ‘clean’ his face.
and by ‘cleaning’ you mean he’s taking a finger across the wet areas, collecting the moisture on his finger before licking it clean and repeating the process.
when he notices you looking over at him, his actions cease and he smiles down at your fucked out state.
“so….you still stressed?”
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