#he wears this one when he's BRRR

[2lurslinger2000]

Repost IM GONNA REALLY DO IT THIS TIME also congrats on me 4 rechinf 100 posfs i feel so mentally ill

[lyrelock]

cherenkov blue

[ilovolderman]

You Said What?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You accidentaly call Bucky babe during a mission briefing in front of the whole team.

Word Count: 506

Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating

A/N: This is a short story that came to my mind while I was studying, so I had to write it down. Hope you like it :)

Everyone’s crowded around the mission table. It’s too early, someone definitely stole your last coffee, and you're still rubbing sleep out of your eyes when Steve starts explaining the recon plan with way too many acronyms.

Bucky’s next to you, legs slightly touching, flipping a pen between his fingers like he’s not just waiting for a reason to pull your chair closer. He’s staring straight ahead like a good soldier, but you catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye every time your knee bounces.

You're trying to pay attention. Something about rooftops, safehouses, surveillance drones and you’re barely following when—

“…and Barnes, you’ll be on overwatch with Y/N.”

And you, running on 2 hours of sleep and one granola bar, lean toward Bucky without thinking.

“Did you hear that, babe?”

Silence.

Cold. Dead. Silence.

Everyone looks at you.

Nat squints. Sam raises both eyebrows so high they disappear into his hairline. Peter drops his pen. Steve, bless his heart, blinks like someone just smacked him with a frisbee.

Bucky doesn’t breathe. Your soul detaches from your body, floats toward the ceiling, and screams.

You scramble. “I—I said bro. Like, ‘Did you hear that, bro?’ That’s what I said. Like a…cool, soldier-y nickname. Haha.”

The room is quiet again. No one believes you. Especially not Sam.  “You said babe. You said it casually.”

Bucky doesn’t even look at you. He’s locked in full Winter Soldier mode, eyes fixed on a random spot on the wall like he’s trying to transcend to another timeline.

“I think she said brrr,” Bucky offers, stone-faced. “She’s cold.”

“She’s wearing a hoodie,” Peter mutters.

You laugh way too loud. “It’s the energy in here. Very chilly.”

Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed, staring straight ahead like if he makes direct eye contact with anyone he’ll combust.

Steve slowly turns to him. “Barnes?”

“…Yeah?”

“You cold too?”

Bucky shrugs. “Freezing.”

You know he’s going to murder you in the hallway. Probably kiss you breathless after. But first—death.

Steve stares a moment longer. Then—mercifully—moves on. But the damage is done.

Nat doesn’t. “So… bro, huh?”

You glare at her.

Later, when the meeting is already over, you burst in Bucky's room, already talking. “I told you this would happen, I told you I’d forget—”

Bucky slams the door shut and corners you. “You said babe. In front of Rogers.”

You bury your face in your hands. “I wanna crawl inside a ventilation shaft and disappear.”

He chuckles—actually chuckles—and pulls your hands away.

“Wanna know a secret?” he murmurs, leaning in.

“…What?”

“I liked it.”

You blink up at him. “You liked almost being exposed?”

“No,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “I liked hearing you call me babe.”

Your heart stutters.

“…Say it again.”

You grin. “Babe?”

Then he kisses you like the whole building isn’t even real. Like the only thing in the universe is your mouth and his hands and the way you said it without even realizing.

A/N: i just wrote a lil part 2 about them, it’s not a direct sequel but if you feel like cheking out, here it is. hope you like it, and thanks for reading <3

[lilacgaby]

brrr being pregnant with husband!gojo. that's it.

satoru, who thought he couldn't have been any more happier than the day you two got married, but was proven wrong when you showed him those two lines.

satoru, who spun you around in happiness, he couldn't believe this was real, that he was to have his own perfect family with you.

he'd happily go shopping around with you. for random things you suddenly felt like buying, things for the nursery, clothes and toys for the baby, buy whatever just kiss him after.

you'd have a baby shower, with so many of his sorcerer students and coworkers invited. satoru shoving party hats on everyone, and making them wear colored shirts too for the occasion. satoru prayed to whatever gods that would listen that he'd have a baby girl with you, even telling megumi to wear a pink shirt for good luck.

when you two cut the cake together and saw it was pink, he was the happiest man in the world. jumping up and down with yuuji and nobara in glee, he was seriously on cloud nine.

even through the rough times in your pregnancy, like the annoyingly specific cravings that needed to be satiated, the eternal feeling of sickness, the swollen nose, he'd be there through it all, he'd even call of work (not like he doesn't look for any excuse to do so already) just to comfort and be next to you.

when you give birth, i think he'd be the type to almost faint at the sight, because even though he's seen deformation and death that would give anyone nightmares for years, the action of giving life to someone was surprisingly more scary.

the polaroid photo he made the doctor snap of you, sweaty and exhausted, your baby, resting on your chest, and him doing a peace sign right after you gave birth is now his wallpaper and good luck charm that he keeps in his pocket. he tries to show it to everyone, but you're embarrassed of how you look in it. but him, with his rose-colored glasses for anything to do with you, will full on tilt his head in confusion as to why.

annoyingly good dad to your daughter, but is one of those 'let them get hurt and learn from it types', which is hard to let slide when dealing with a newborn.

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Okay hear me out. Batfamily, ugly Christmas sweater addition.

Bruce Wayne:

No doubt in my mind his children forced him into it. As soon as Dick mentioned wearing ugly sweaters on Christmas Day he found this monstrosity sitting in his closet. He chucked it out. He forgot about it. The next week it was back. He threw it out again. Two days passed. It was back. He tried shredding it, burning it, burying it in the backyard. It reappeared each time. Needless to say, it was still there on Christmas and he reluctantly wore it to the delight of everybody.

Jason Todd:

He wanted absolutely nothing to do with what Dick had planned… at first. Then he realised it was a great opportunity to piss Bruce off. Funny enough, it didn’t work as he hoped as Bruce was just happy he was there.

Tim Drake:

Wanted nothing to do with it and still wants nothing to do with it. Chose the first thing on the rack. Would’ve given Young Justice the chance to chose he sweater but he doesn’t trust them to NOT get him something horrendous.

Dick Grayson:

Planned this whole thing just to wear this monstrosity he found while doom scrolling on Instagram reels (he has adhd and is a millennial, he sure as hell isn’t on TikTok BUT dopamine go brrr). His siblings hate him. He loves it.

Damian Wayne:

This boy FOUGHT like one of those cats being forced into a costume. He clawed and begged and weaponised crying. Dick cackled at him until he had it on. He stayed on Dicks shoulders for the rest of the night. They did not talk for a month after.

He will stab anyone who brings it up.

Stephanie Brown:

Okay picture this in hot pink. She immediately locks onto some sort of meme when Dick mentions ugly sweaters. She finds this ugly ass sweater and steals Bruce’s credit card to get it.

Cassandra Cain:

Stephanie immediately calls Cass with plans. She happily agrees. She helps Steph steal Bruce’s credit card and proudly pulls Steph around to show the whole family their matching sweaters. A photo of them recreating the meme with their matching sweaters spreads around the web for at least a week.

Barbra Gordon:

Along with this sweater, Barbs places a USB stick containing a compilation of epic patrol failures in each of the Bat’s Christmas stockings. She wants to keep them on their toes (and adequately afraid of her). It is effective.

Duke Thomas:

Same vain as Steph. Instantly clocked in on memes and found this bad boy. Shows up with yellow temporary dye on his hair and old-lady sunglasses from the dollar store. Whenever he faces the slightest inconvenience he asks to speak to the manager. It becomes a bit where the manager changes each time and becomes crazier than the last.

Alfred Pennyworth:

Motherfucker would not wear a ugly sweater no matter how much the children begged. And the children did beg (Damian had to pull out the puppy dog eyes for this one). Jason was actually the fucker who made him cave pulling out all the stops, “it’s my first Christmas with everyone since I… you know.”, “it would be nice to have something special to remember it you know?”, “I remember my first Christmas in the manor. I just want to feel that happy again.”

Jason comes prepared with the sweater and Alfred knows he’s lost (but he doesn’t really seem to mind when he sees all the smiling faces on Christmas Day).

[leviismybby]

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw 18+, Janitor!Levi go brrr

The dim lights in cinema, your eyes were glued to the screen ignoring or at least trying to, ignored Levi's hand creeping up your leg. You came to watch the movie you wanted to for weeks now, it just so happens that the cinema was the one where your boyfriend worked as a janitor. There weren't too many people watching the film and you sat back in the furthest corner, that still didn't make the situation any less risky. "Levi." You scold him the moment his fingers graze your inner thigh, too close to your core. All you get in return is a quite scoff followed by Levi nipping on the side of your neck. Despite the shiver that ran up your spine and the moan that was on the verge of escaping, you managed to keep it together, your eyes glued to the screen. He needed to try harder, it was his break, he needed to head back and the fact that his pretty girlfriend is here next to him isn't helping him at all. He bites into that spot on your neck, you already gave into him, your body was practically melting into him but he knew that you wanted to tease him.

His fingers slide upwards and they brush against your pussy, he notices then that you aren't wearing any panties. "Minx." He whispers into your ear. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?" Maybe it was the risk of the situation or maybe it was the fact that he looked so good in that blue work outfit, either way you wanted him take you right then and there. His hand grabs your jaw and he turns your head so you're looking at him before kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth ad his fingers continue to play with you. Levi shifts slightly pulling you on top of him without an issue, the movie keeps the noises you two are making hidden, thankfully. Pulling away, he kisses down your jaw, his hands slip under your dress and grab your ass and grinding you on top of him. "Mghh fuck Levi." Your head falls onto his shoudler, you move your hips too, griding on top of him and getting wetter by the second. "See what you do to me huh?" His voice grows husky, for a moment he forgets that you're in public and not in the piracy of your shared apartment but he can't help but not care right now. You kiss him again, hands traveling down his body to undo his work uniform. Unzipping it, your hand slips under his shirt caressing his abs, Levi grunts, his hands squeezing your ass in response.

Your hand slips lower and lower until you make it past his underwear, you already feel his hips buck slightly. Taking his cock in your hand, you pump it in your hands a few times, he was so hard. A hiss leaves his lips as your thumb presses again his tip slightly, he bites into your neck to keep himself quiet. "I can't wait anymore. I need to be inside of you." His hands move from your ass to your hips and he lifts you up slightly, you let go of his cock helping him to position yourself on his cock. You moan as his top rubs against your wetness, you wanted to tease him a bit more but before you can so that he is already slamming you down onto his length. Luckily the film is loud enough to cover the noise both of you make, you hold onto his shoulders and start riding him. Levi uses the advantage of the position to pulls your dress down to your hips, exposing your breast to his lustly gaze. "Fuck. You're so fucking hot like this." He leavd one hand on your hip as the other grabs your breast, playing with it. Your moans get louder as you start to roll and move your hips faster on top of him.

"That's it. Good girl. Show me how much you want me." Letting go of your breast, he puts one hand behind his head, just admiring you as you fuck yourself on his cock. Your tight pussy is squeezing him just right, he keeps watching, his eyes going to your bouncy breast and then to the way your pussy takes him in. It's a shame that he can't hear the noises of it but this will do, for now at least. When his cock starts twitching inside of you, he takes the hild of your hips and starts fucking you harder. That's the sound of your moans grow a bit too risky, he slaps a hand of your mouth. "As much as I love to hear you, baby...you'll have ti quiet down." You nod, your eyes opening and locking with his. The movie in the background was long forgotten, all you can focus on is his cock deep inside of you and how good he is making you feel. "This wet cunt was made for me. Look at how well you're taking me." His pace gets more brutal, your nails dig into his shoulders, head slightly rolling back. You bite into his hand slightly however Levi doesn't seem to mind, in fact he slaps your ass fucking his cock even deeper into you.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and keep quiet if i remove my hand?" His voice was slutry as if he knew what he was doing to you. You nod and he keeps his word, removing his hand from your mouth. His hand goes to grab your thigh pulling you flush against his body. You starts to roll your hips harder, his lips meet you in a desperate kiss, his phone is buzzing in his pocket reminding him that his break is over. Levi dosent do anything about it, he keeps his focus on the way you're riding him, the way you feel around his length. Pulling from the kiss, you gasp. "You're so deep! I am gonna cum!" Your voice is half whinper, half whisper. "Yeah? That's my girl. Cum for me." As on command, you cum around him, your thighs shake as that hot pleasure runs all over your body. Levi follows suit, cumming inside of you, he holds your close as he fills you up, his cock pulsing. You two calm down from your highs and you look at him. "Well then janitor you have some cleaning to do.." Levi slaps your ass playfully. "Shut up brat. You're lucky we weren't discovered."

[bittersweetfig]

What do u think Deans main kinks would be?? Tbf though I feel like he’d be into pretty much everything 😭 he’s a slut and we love him for it

you’re so real, that man loves sex and we do love him for it!!!! i personally hc dean as a switch, so i think his kinks would probably be quite general and would depend on his partner, but he’s definitely up for trying new things! 18+

— praise.

that man is heavily neglected when it comes to compliments and gentle touches. his eyes would light up at every little “you feel so good” or “good boy”. it doesn’t even matter if he’s praising you or the one being praised, he just loves seeing you happy and hearing how good he’s making you feel. he definitely sees sex as a way to relax and have fun with you, so he’d be all about wanting to make you feel beautiful and desired through praise and compliments. he shows his love through physical touch and gentle words.

— manhandling.

now hear me out with this. dean wouldn’t be big on being rough with you in the bedroom, considering how harsh the hunter life is. he’d want to be gentle with you, although he wouldn’t be super opposed to some choking or a cheeky little spank here and there. however, he’d love it if you got a little rough with him, like shoving him against a wall or onto the bed, just taking what you want. he’d definitely love when you get a little confident and grab him by the jaw to make him look at you or tug on his hair as he goes down on you. he just likes you touching him, even if it’s in a rougher way, it gets him all giddy and excited.

— teasing.

we all know this man is a brat. dean loves making inappropriate jokes that make you squirm and shoot him disapproving looks in public or touching you in teasing little ways, just to get you riled up. seeing you get all whiny and needy in the bedroom would make him go crazy, though he wouldn’t mind also being teased. in fact, he’d kinda love it. he’d love it if you’d walk around in tight little clothes, taunting him almost, or doing provocative little things just to mess with him. it’d be how you get him back. dean is definitely whining and begging if you tease him, “please, baby. i can’t take it anymore. need you so bad,” that kinda thing. he’d never tell you, but he loves it.

— roleplay.

dean would go crazy for a little roleplay with you. his favourite would definitely be cowboy x damsel in distress, although you playing naughty nurse would be a close second. initially, he’d be nervous about bringing up his lil fantasies with you. he’d wait until he knows you’re both comfortable enough with each other and your sex life. naturally, you wouldn’t be able to wipe the dopey grin off his face as you walk in wearing whatever silly little thing he asked you to. he’d just love it.

— breeding.

dean is a family man. he’d die a thousand times for sammy, for cas, for his parents. so it makes sense that filling your pussy with his cum would make his head go brrr. the idea of starting a family with you fills his chest with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe. the idea of putting a baby in you, watching a life grow inside you, a life that he helped create, he’d lose his damn mind. if you weren’t already on birth control, he’d (respectfully) beg you to go on it, for the sole purpose of cumming in you. he also just really loves watching it pour out of you. to him, it’s the hottest thing in the entire world. again, his head would just go brrrrrr.

— cockwarming.

dean definitely is making you cockwarm him as soon as he gets back to see you after a hunt or something. just sitting in the deancave with his cock up your cunt as you watch some cheesy horror movie, neither of you bothering to move, just completely happy with feeling him inside you. of course, it would eventually lead to him pounding in and out of you, but at least for a while it’d be sweet and innocent.

— somno. (both consenting with prior discussion abt it)

this might be another hear me out, but considering dean is a slut, he’s up for sex just about anytime he can get it. he’d be extremely hesitant to try anything with you when you’re half asleep or fully unconscious (he just doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable), but he’d be completely okay with waking up to his cock in your mouth or you using him while he’s half asleep to get yourself off late at night.

— mutual masturbation.

dean loves the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of him, so he’d definitely beg you to let him watch as you play with yourself. it’d start off slow, until his pants are so tight he has no choice but to let himself spring free and jerk himself off in front of you, while you’re busy trying to get off in front of him. he’d melt at that and the way you call his name when you cum. after that one time, dean’d beg you to let him watch again and again and again.

— edging.

this one’s definitely more-so for himself. dean’s definitely jacking it in motel showers when he’s on hunts, just edging himself in there to the thought of you. he’d be so close every time, your name on his lips as he strokes himself, but he’d pause his movements right before cumming, just teasing himself for as long as he can take it.

— public sex.

dean’s no stranger to a quickie in the impala or even perhaps in the alleyway behind a dingy little dive bar. the thrill of getting caught would drive him absolutely wild. he’d be gripping your jaw, whispering in your ear telling you to keep quiet and be good. public sex would probably force out a more dominant side of dean. he’d wanna have fun with you, whilst also making sure he’s in control of the situation just in case you actually do get caught.

— toys.

i’m not sure if i’d consider this a kink, but i’ll list it anyway. dean is definitely the kinda guy to see toys as an aid to better sex, instead of his competition. he’d love to see you writhing underneath him with a vibrator pressed against your pussy or perhaps even some handcuffs thrown into the mix (again, he’s not fussed on who’s being cuffed). he loves the idea of you using toys on your own when he’s away on hunts. he’d definitely be begging you over text to send him videos of you using them.

— other.

none of these are really kinks, but i do wanna mention them.

i fully believe at some point in your relationship, dean would bring up the idea of making a sex tape with you. it would be exclusively for yours and his eyes only, and he would definitely watch it and get off to it during hunts when you’re not there.

i also think dean would be a little cheeky and steal your panties to take away with him on longer hunts. sure, calling you and receiving pictures and videos helps when he’s away, but nothing beats the physicality of holding your panties in his hands, wrapping them around his cock and cumming into them. maybe this is something he does without telling you, but you’d know when a pair would go missing and then return when dean does. it wouldn’t take you long to figure out. and you wouldn’t really mind.

i believe anything to do with him causing you pain or distress would be a hard no for dean. he loves you and wants to make you feel good during sex, not see you all marked up and sore because of him. he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. he’s definitely the kinda guy to check in with you constantly, “does that feel good, baby? you want me to keep going?” or “tell me what you want”.

your comfortability and pleasure is number one priority for dean. always.

A/N: ahhh such a fun request. these are my personal headcanons for dean. idk how popular these opinions are but i see that man as a LOVER if he’s in a relationship!! <3

[sungiepark]

ASS OR TITS?

do seventeen members prefer ass or tits ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MNDI !

seungcheol:

ass. no doubt in my mind. loves fucking you in doggy so he can get the perfect view. if you wear short skirts PREPARE to be fucked with it on. LOVES spanking and seeing his red handprint left on his favourite part of you <3

jeonghan:

also an ass dude. punishes you by having you lay on his lap and count the spanks he gives you. massages each spot he hit. whenever you ride him his hands are always squeezing your ass. lowkey wouldn't be that shocked if he bit your cheeks one time.

joshua:

this is totally not biased at all but tits. and i'm gonna say it; he is a small titty advocator. idc. likes that he can fit your whole boob in his hand size kink go brrr. he will suck on your tits all day and night if he could. likes keeping his hands on your boobs during the day.

jun:

like i said in my mirror sex fic,,, tits. so so so titty obsessed. loves shower sex as well cuz who doesn't like soapy boobs ? lays his head on top of your tits while you cuddle. constantly asking you to send boob pics. like CONSTANTLY.

soonyoung:

i can see him being both tbh, but i think he leads more to boobs. titty fucking is one of his favourite things on the planet. definetly has a collection of pics of your boobs. likes cumming on them too what can i say.

wonwoo:

don't think i've ever seen a bigger ass man in my life. gets hard just from thinking about your ass. saw mingyu take a peek one day and absolutely fucked the shit out of you so his roommate could hear you screaming his name through the walls.

jihoon:

boobs. so so SO boobs. he gets a little lazy from the crazy amount of work he tortures himself with, so cowgirl is his #1 position. (he loves it because he doesn't have to do any work NOT because your tits bouncing in his face drives him nuts) (definitely not for that reason).

minghao:

i can definitely see him loving making hand prints on your ass, loves watching the red blossom, but he LOVES marking your boobs. seeing his "artwork" hickeys on your tits drives him WILD. also considers his cum on your tits to be his favourite piece of art he's ever made （〃｀ 3′〃）

mingyu:

ass. like don't get him wrong, he goes BONKERS for some boobs. but... your ass makes him foam at the mouth. one of those dudes who slaps your ass whenever he walks passed. when you're riding him into the mattress, def has a CRAZY grip on your cheeks to try and control his tears.

seokmin:

he's a tit boy through and through. this mans one goal in life is to please you. i am a BIG believer in pussydrunk!dk. but he will latch on your tits like it's his LIFELINE. for sure fingers you while he's lapping at your chest, he just can't get enough of your cunt either ＞︿＜

seungkwan:

boobs as well. his hands are latched onto your tits 24/7. rests his head on them while you cuddle, plays with them when he's upset, and he keeps his hands up your shirt while your snuggling on the couch. he's also a BIG nipple biter don't @ me.

vernon:

yeah he loves ass. doggy is his go to (well besides reverse cowgirl but that still isn't helping his case). when i say he spanks i mean it. he is SLAPPING your ass. he just can't help it, his hand prints turn him on so much.

chan:

def another ass guy. eats you out from behind (or just straight up eats ass who knows). his hand is on your cheeks in public too he just can't help it. if you're wearing a short dress / skirt, be prepared for a long night (and to say goodbye to that article of clothing cuz he def stains it)

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[more-mara]

NO WAIT please talk more about WAG!Carlos because I actually REALLY LOVE WAG!Carlos and it's been on my mind for a long time and I felt like I'm alone in this. I really like the established relationship idea of Oscar looking mighty walking alone in the paddock, but once Carlos is there, walking alongside Oscar and holding his hand, everyone can see who's the dom and who's the babygirl 😂 not that dom dom but like who tops and bottoms.

In my mind Carlos is a man in finance or consulting. Because, damn, everytime I picture him in fitted shirts and dark coloured slacks my mind goes brrr. They share an apartment in London and Oscar always goes back home after races to him. Carlos visits Oscar for races everytime he can (but he always makes time for Silverstone), and everytime he visits, the journalists and social media literally go very crazy about "Piastri's very hot, sculpted by the God himself, Spanish boyfriend". Oh and Oscar claiming the Spain GP as his home race because "my partner is Spanish and he lives and breathes Real Madrid and I'm very sure I'll marry him so".

I can't picture of the announcement of Oscar coming out, but I think I like the idea of soft launching first through his instagram or maybe Estrella Galicia makes Oscar and Lando talk Spanish slangs and Oscar aces all the questions and be like "My boyfriend is Spanish and he likes to teach me Spanish terms" something like that. Then boom Carlos coming to a race with him.

Eventhough Carlos is the one who tops and is very good in bed, but him also being soft and fluffy and calls Oscar with pet names in Spanish (tesoro, cariño, mi amor, etc) and cooks for him everytime Oscar's back home.

I can picture Oscar on break, dumping holiday pictures on his instagram and everyone goes crazy of Carlos shirtless and flaunting his abs and his super fit body in one (or many) of the pictures. Carlos having his instagram private and everyone will be asking Oscar to let his boyfriend open his instagram for public lol.

I'm going to stop because if I continue, I'll literally dump my thoughts (including the NSFW ones) and this ask will be very long lol thank you for reading my rants!

Oh, you’ve been THINKING about this lol. Anon I love this please continue. Side note, I had written an entire response to this once already but tumblr deleted it 🤡 I can’t remember half the shit I originally said but here we go lmao

I 100% see the man in finance vibes I just wanted to go against the grain and say something else lol but I absolutely imagine him in some white collar job. He constantly wears tailored suits, even in hot weather which Oscar will complain to no end about but ultimately it won’t change Carlos’ mind because it’s his brand.

Oscar gets a little irked by it because he’s supposed to be the celebrity, yet he give off so much just a guy energy when he’s walking hand in hand with Carlos. Oscar highkey loves the attention which is why it bothers him so much when Carlos steals it from him.

In comes the Spanish gp and Carlos is in yet another equivalent price of a mortgage suit. Osc saying it’s “basically my home gp now, I guess,” with a giggle as he eyes the screen where Carlos is clapping and smirking when he notices the attention on him- sending a little wink towards the camera that has Oscar stumbling over his words.

The media always goads Oscar for being “the girlfriend” in the relationship (let’s be real, media love to heteroify queer relationships and would 100% do it to them) but it’s always water off Oscar’s back as he redirects the conversation to how sexy and successful his boyfie is, “He’s just bought a new property in New York 🙂,”

Regarding coming out, Oscar is absolutely of the “I don’t need to come out, I’m just gonna live my life,” stance. He probably drops a “my partner is opening a new business back in London, he’d definitely know better than me if that’s a good idea,” when an interviewer asks about whether he’d buy a house in Monaco. Twitter goes crazy “DID OSCAR JUST SAY HE???!!” and that’s that, now Carlos shows up everywhere he can to show off who Oscar managed to pull.

Oscar loves the pet names but can’t stand it when Carlos uses them in public- goes beet red when Carlos calls him ‘mi amor’ when speaking with a journalist.

NSFW because I can’t help myself- Carlos always refuses to fuck Oscar on a race weekend because “I cannot affect your performance,” and Oscar fucking hates it. Oscar is lowkey needy in bed and can be a little insatiable at times, especially during a stressful week (e.g. a race week) so he goes out of his way to tease Carlos every chance he gets- even in public to see how long it will take for Carlos to snap. Except Carlos never does and remains firm in his stance which Oscar whines and complains about constantly until Sunday night when Carlos finally touches him and fucks the weeks brattiness out of him

Side note, Carlos is good in bed, like- really good, to the point where Oscar can’t even think about anything except for Carlos’ insane dick game. Carlos is experienced in so many ways that Oscar gets insanely jealous every time he thinks about it- getting angry at the thought of Carlos fucking anyone besides him. It’s a funny contrast because Oscar was basically celibate when he and Carlos first met and their first time in bed had Oscar experiencing pleasures he never though possible.

And yeah, Oscar just fully posting thirst traps of Carlos to make everyone jealous that only he gets to see it on a daily basis.

[keelt9]

Chapter 3

Masterlist

A/N: Schedule back to normal 😉

Learning through small notes.

We heard that if you write things in small notes it helps you to remember and it could be a helpful tactic of studying, that’s exactly the way they learn about each other.

“Are you smiling?” Joe blinks, raising his head clearing his throat.

The beginning of the OTAS is a couple of days ahead, still he's been immersed in all the things he can, talking and training with his teammates, letting them know he's ready to go. Also taking his free time with family and friends before being completely absorbed.

“No…I mean, yes, I'm pretty excited, that's all.” Joe tries to cover the small blue note but Ja’Marr nods while sitting in front of him.

In a blink of an eye he takes the small note from his hands and sees it. He chuckles, glancing at the red face of his friend in front of him. “A cube of ice?” 

Joe takes it back, unable to stop a smirk, seeing the cute draw of an ice cube shivering that has an onomatopoeia with the expression of <Brrr.>

“That girl huh?” Chase knows about the notes, they talk to each other through them and the fact any of them has plans to meet each other in person, soon.

“I told her one of the nicknames.” Joe found the note and the least thing he expected was the small drawing on it.

“Right.” He sat with his arms over the table. “You don't even think it's time to meet her? Like face to face.” 

Of course Joe is thinking about that but he quits at the next second, he believes this comfort and joy could be lost the second she sees him.

He found a friend that, even though she doesn't know who actually is, takes her time to write every morning to remind him to take care of himself.

Joe clicks his tongue folding the note before ordering their dinner. “She's great, that's all it matters to me.”

And it is, the way she expresses writing or drawing he just feels it, and come one, having a dog with such a cheerful mood and health it’s only more things in her favor.

“Right?” Joe asked as he threw the black frisbee.

Monet is growing chippier and happy, the puppy he met you can always find him in those black eyes but now in a bigger body and strong body. 

Monet grabs it in the air, landing with elegance on the floor running back to Joe; he pats his head after he leaves the frisbee in his hands.

“Good job.” Joe sits on the bench. “What do you think? Is it right to meet her? You know, find your owner.” 

If Joe had his eyes on him, Joe could have noticed Monet's head went straight when he mentioned her, by the time he mentioned find, Monet takes his cap running with it.

Joe believes he's just playing around until Monet keeps running far and far away.

“Ok, ok, I got it, it's a no.” Joe says when Monet stops next to a tree still a little bit far away from his hand. “Come on boy, give me that.”

Monet runs back when Joe approaches him, every time.

The gasps with the sound of paws against the rocks makes Y/N turn around, finding Monet with a black cap on his snout.

She turns around leaving the notebook on the bench, with just a few lines of the trees and the small leaves growing up in a beautiful green.

“Oh no.” Monet puts the cap next to her before taking a few sips of water from the small bowl next to her. 

Y/N grabs the cap and shakes her head. “Who?” 

Monet has this way of asking things if you’re distracted, taking something you're using before running and leaving it next to the things he wants.

“Monet!” A male voice draws her attention. “Come on buddy! I get it!”

Y/N looks at Monet who barely moves, just puts his eyes on her moving his tail. 

“Mon…” A blonde guy appears in the path wearing a pink hoodie and black pants. 

Y/N stands grabbing the hat, not before giving Monet quash eyes, he couldn't care less.

“This is yours?” Y/N extends the cap as they approach each other.

His eyes call for his attention, he has clear blue eyes.

“Yeah, thanks I'm sorry, we were playing and well…” The man takes it. “Thanks.”

She pressed her lips together. “I'm sorry Monet from time to time is a little bit naughty, just like when he was a baby.”

Joe nods, taking his cap, making his brain catch the last word. “Wait, baby?” Y/N nods. “Are you his owner?”

The fact he blinks multiple times after the second nod makes her smirk.

“I'm JB.” He's her note pawl.

She knew a long time ago, he's not a kid or a teenager, which she never expected… is a man, like the one she had in front of her eyes. 

“Oh.” Y/N shutter before speaking, moving her head one side to the other, confused and perplexed. “Am, I'm Y/N, Monet’s owner.”

The blue eyes hide when he smiles; she could swear she already has seen that tone of blue. Maybe in one of her works, or the sky but no, they’re similar but not the same.

Her phone ringing set the time to go, time to work. She turns it down, seeing Monet starts to look out for his leash. 

“Sorry, mmm, I have work to do and…” Turns around packing her things. “But it's been a pleasure, really.”

Y/N puts the blue leash on Monet collar, by the time her eyes land his wrist she remembers he mentioned he's been through a bad injury.

So, she started to search for something in her bag. “Here.” 

A warm hot pad, she didn't realise when or why she bought it, but by the moment she arrives home with a couple of hot pads knows who it will belong to.

Joe looks utterly surprised for the way he carefully grabs it and smirks. “Put in the microwave and just relax your wrist over it and that's all.”

Y/N smiles. “Muscles relax.”

“Sounds easy.” Joe giggles.

“And it is really helpful.” Y/N closes her bag ready to go. “And before I forget, Monet won't come for a week.”

He raises his eyes right to hers. “He has an appointment with his vet, am, he will be neutered, prevent before regret.” 

Monet barks, making her giggle. “I know, you're already cursing me for that.” 

“Is he going to be ok?” Joe asked with concerned eyes.

“Yeah, don't worry, it's a simple process, by the end of the next week, he will be back.” Y/N pats his head.

“Can I help you with something?” The word of Ja’Marr about sounds expensive starts to hit him one more time.

Y/N shakes her head. “Just be here to keep playing with my dog.”

“Count with that.” Y/N chuckles before finally leaving.

“Bye JB.” Joe waves his hands before rubbing Monet's head.

“See you soon buddy.” The reaction of Money for licking his hand softly as the fact he didn't wipe was enough to move something in her heart.

That night, laying in her bed with Monet beds at her side breathing in peacefully, that memory brings a soft smile on her face before sleep.

“Rewind, one thing at the time.” Savannah said for Y/N repeated the details about how JB looks, typing in her phone.

She tells her everything she could remember trying to not miss any detail; the physical thing Savannah got it, still the fact she describes his laugh with a soft smile on her face, that makes her suspect. 

After she ends, Savannah raises her phone fearing her answer. “Is he?” 

“Yeah!” She walks with her until the door of her house. “You're good.”

Y/N sees the quivering in her nod making her narrow her eyes, there is something else.

“You already know him.” Savannah sometimes hates how easily Y/N reads her.

“Well, a lot of people know him.” Savannah takes her scarf hanging in it next to the door. “Nora, I'm here!”

Nora goes down running to the kitchen without expecting there will be already eyes on her arrival.

“You're kidding!”

Nora gulps when she sees Y/N turning around looking at her with a puzzled face. 

Joe was simply speechless when he saw her, just a second peer at her, combined with the word baby, and the fact she has a bandanna over her head, avoiding her hair falling over her face.

He ran out of words.

It was until she mentioned the vet thing that Chase words back hunting him and his lack of help.  Still she only asks that keep playing with her dog. 

By the time she gets lost among the trees he smirks seeing the hot pad in his hands. A warm touch.

Just like she said Monet didn't come for a week, but the next morning after his week off Monet goes a little bit slower than usual but happy and healthier.

“Hey!” Joe pats his head but Monet carefully takes things slowly. “Easy boy, easy, you just get through an important process.”

Monet laid down slowly, but clearly disturbed for the cone around his neck. “Let me see what you bring.”

Nothing around his collar, searching inside of his cone it’s kind of silly still he did it and he found nothing.

“Did it fall?” Monet gasps but he just laid down observing the blue sky.

No, it definitely doesn't.

It's been two weeks since any notes came along with Monet, Joe tried to go where Y/N is but every time he changes his mind at the last minute walking back to the bench where Monet refuses to walk away.

It seems for him it's also a bad idea.

“Joe! Easy man, it's training.” Yoshi claims after Joe throws a dime with more strength than usual making him almost lose his breath.

“Sorry, sorry.” Yoshi observes Joe one more time. It's weird he lost his focus in the middle of the practice. But, today, it's the third time since OTAS begins that Joe leaves breathless to more than one guy.

Yoshi like the others let it pass, probably fully focused on and thrilled for the season begins.

By the time the day ends Joe found Ja'Marr in the locker room, he isn't practicing but takes his time to be around the guys.

“Yoshi told me you left him breathless.” Chase couldn't avoid giggling when he told him in detail the dime rich to his stomach.

Joe scoffs but barely smiles. “I got distracted.”

“Spotted girl problems?” Joe bluffs, closing his locker giving him no answer. “Take it easy Joe. After all, you said you care about the dog.”

“I thought she could be a good friend, that's all.” Chase recognizes that, shoulders down, biting lip and fist tight.

Joe has created a soft spot for her, however it could be a one sided feeling.

“Anyway see you later buddy, I need a break.” They tingle their pink fingers before leaving.

Destiny has its particular ways of showing a path, it could be an object, a cloud, a soft breeze, a dog or whatever that crosses in front of you, you just have to pay attention to the details…

Or the street.

Joe was about to pass the library when he recognised the girl coming out, Nora; immersed in her phone, headphones and barely paying attention to her surroundings just when she's about to cross the street.

One block for her destiny a fancy car gets in her way. 

Just about to curse while she's taking her headphones, she realizes who's in the driver seat.

“Joe! Hi!” Joe couldn't help, he needs to now.

“Going somewhere?” Nora shakes her head. 

“Bus stop, I'm going home.” Joe fakes think like in his mind a thousand of answers are already formulated.

“I can give you a ride, it's ok.” Nora moves her head side to side, quivering.

Her sister was pretty clear even in between lines, she hasn't anything against Joe, just he's a person who lives in a totally different world and she must be cautious.

“Hmm…” Savannah mentions she knew it. “Getting me close is enough, thank you.”

The way she grips her bag is a sign that she’s holding back for not talking, one question and the words will flow like a river in a storm.

Joe noticed when they stopped in a red light. “I saw Mone, he’s pretty well after his neuter.” 

Nora nods. “Yeah, Y/N is meticulous with him, he never escapes from her eyes.”

“I can imagine, it’s been a while since I didn’t hear about her, she has a lot of work?” Nora bites her lip trying to distract in her phone. 

“No.” But she’s curious and a little bit chatty so she breaks after seeing the text of Y/N on her screen.

 >What do you want for dessert?

She’s coming for dinner with hers.

“Ok, I give up.” Nora closes her eyes praying for don’t get scolded… too soon. “Listen Joe, I know about the notes, and for sure I mustn't get involved but you’re a nice guy so…”

Joe giggles. “It’s ok, I’m pretty sure she’s shy and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I just wonder how she is.”

Nora scoffs. “Believe me Joe, Y/N is far away from being shy. She's mistrustful as hell plus she feels weird around people she doesn’t know.” 

Nora remembers the talk she heard between Savannah and Y/N. 

“She feels kind of awkward knowing you like your privacy and she invades with the notes, so she chose to keep at the out of, just letting Monte back like always.” Joe sees the path the GPS marks after Nora types her address.

“How do you know that?” He smiles, turning to the left where the residential zone is.

Nora scratches her head. “Oh, I… I was eavesdropping.” Joe laughs. “I didn’t mean it! Y/N came for her birthday two days ago and she and my sister were talking as they served the coffee and I wanted more water, so I accidently heard it.”

“It was her birthday?!” Joe is overreacting; he knows that but can’t help it.

Nora hits her forehead, she definitely speaks too much, seeing the familiar houses is her cue to go. “Here, you can leave me here.” 

The GPS indicates two more blocks. “Believe me Joe, if my sister sees this car and asks, she definitely knows I said more than I should.” 

Joe parks at his left, observing Nora open the door. “Hey, any advice?”

Nora can feel it, but that same feeling tends to go wrong. “Be you.” Nora sees the car of Y/N going straight forward, and she arrives. “Damn it! I have to go Joe, thank you!”

The spring is definitely here, you can see the big and green leaves in the trees and the fact Y/N brings a new canva with her, a new season.

“Ok, remember, we are only here for a short time, I have work to do.” Y/N said, taking the leash of Monet leaving it on the bench where she sits.

But Monet walks around sniffing until he finds the place where the sweet scene came; Y/N approaches seeing a small white box with a pink note on the top of it.

“You found it!” The voice of the Officer Lynch makes Y/N jump. “I've been keeping an eye before going home.”

“This is for me?” Y/N lifts the box. 

Officer Lynch grabs his bag next to the ree. “It’s for Monet’s friend.” Y/N tilt her head. “Have a good day Y/N, see you tomorrow.”

Y/N waves her hand before taking the note with a curious dog sitting in front of her. “What?” Monet barks at her. “Agh! Come on Monet!” But the dogs are similar to their owners.

Monet is so stubborn, he stands pushing the box. “You’re so wayward, know that.”

Y/N opens the box first, brownies, making her smirks. Then the small pink note.

 >I heard it was your birthday, happy birthday! 

  P.D You can share it with your friends, too much sugar.

The chocolate topic, she writes she loves and he remembers it.

“Is she even the one who brings Monet?” Joe bites his nails. “You definitely should think of that in the first place, Joe.”

Joe acts by instinct he knows that; just pass late night by his favorite bakery shop bought them, write the note early and the morning and procure leave it before Y/N arrives where she used to sit, with the need help of Officer Lynch.

What he didn't even think about was the small chance like she always tends to do when she had a lot of work, someone else takes Monte to the park.

The loud sniffing of Monet brings him back to the earth, Monet laid his head on Joe’s lap and Joe noticed he didn't bring the frisbee. 

“Hey buddy, where is the frisbee?” Joe kissed the top of his head. 

“I thought you don’t mind a little change of plans.” Joe hears his neck crack from turning around so quickly. Y/N is standing behind with two cups and the white box he left. 

Casually sits next to him. “I’m sorry for acting awkward it’s… Probably you want your privacy and I get involved with the notes, I don’t have any intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Nora has a good memory and ear. 

“But this definitely lets me know you’re not, right?” Y/N lifts the note, making Joe smirks

“We can say that.” Y/N nods, extending her hand. 

“Friends?” Monet is sitting observing the scene, especially the little bag his owner has in her bag. 

Joe smiles, seeing her hand with a couple of paper cuts, taking it and shaking it. “Friends.”

Y/N smiles. “Well, now share this with me, otherwise I have a chocolate coma.” Joe points to Monet. “Oh, I have his snack in my bag, don’t worry.”

Joe takes the cups and the box so she can take the snacks and give it one. “Oh, this is mine.” She takes the right cup. “That is a weird protein milkshake. I bought it from Mrs. Howk, tell me you tend to bring your cups.”

That’s why Monet hasn’t come, she’s buying drinks. 

“Am I that weird?” Y/N said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“NO! Why did you say that?” Joe giggles while taking a sip too, yes, just the one he orders. 

Monet laid in front of them letting the soft breeze and the sound of birds help him to rest, for today, any game is required. 

“You look at me with those eyes.” Joe shakes his head seeing to the blue sky he didn't notice but Y/N smiles at him softly tilting her head. 

He has pretty clear blue sky eyes, similar to the ocean.

[apatheticrater]

Reposting this after rewriting it 💗 I was thinking about Art and the headcanon about him growing up Catholic and my brain went brrr and popped this out. Don’t mind anything that’s not correct about church, if it’s not obvious I have not gone to a church service before and only been in a few chapels. Hope you guys like this!!

Everyone knew Art Donaldson was a well-behaved Catholic boy. He grew up with his religious grandmother, went to church every sunday, and helped out at church camp over the summers he wasn’t playing in tennis championships. So how did he end up with you? The girl known around campus for being at every party with a new guy on her arm after each one, you were much better suited for the blonde’s friend, Patrick.

It’s a simple story really. You guys ended up in the same Gen Ed English course during freshman year at Stanford. The professor had you two group up to discuss your most recent assignment, and after a lot of flirting, you got his number and a date for that Friday night. It was unlike any other date you’ve gone on. Art was smart, respectful, kind, and didn’t expect anything from you. He picked you up on time, paid for dinner, listened to you talk, and asked questions about your life. And when he walked you back to your dorm, he was too nervous to try to kiss you. After that night, you knew you needed to lock him down, so you did.

How he ended up in this situation, with you bouncing on his dick in a closed confessional booth, no one on the other side, minutes after church ended, is a whole different story.

Art had been begging you to join him at one of his church services for weeks. He wanted you to come along at least once, and meet the people at his church that he talks to every Sunday. You were never really religious and didn’t want to go to church, but you saw how happy it would make Art and caved.

Sunday morning rolled around and you did your hair just right before throwing on your prettiest (and Art’s favorite) sundress with no panties underneath. You mingled like Art wanted you to, greeted all of the people he introduced you to, and smiled politely. It was once you sat down and started listening to one of the priest's readings that you told Art about your missing article of clothing.

“I’m not wearing any panties under this, by the way.” And you watched him very carefully after, biting back a smile at his, or more so his body’s, reaction. He shuddered, his dress pants grew tighter, and a heavy blush grew on his cheeks. It’s not that you guys haven’t had sex, but Art still gets shy around the mere mention of it.

He tries to focus on the service, but your words keep replaying in his mind. He discreetly reaches over and entwines his fingers with yours, a silent plea for you to behave. His thumb gently rubs over your skin, sending shivers up your arm.

You were the one to have taken his virginity, corrupted him completely, and convinced him to break his vow of chastity until marriage. He was still pretty inexperienced since you guys haven’t done a lot. And you knew he would be hard to convince into having sex in a sacred place, the house of God, but surprisingly enough, it was less hard than you thought.

As soon as the service ended he was dragging you by your hand to the bathroom but you quickly stopped him. “So eager today…are you sure you want to be doing this here, honey?” you ask him, smiling coyly. He pauses for a second, glancing down at his boner straining against his pants before glancing back at you desperately. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, a clear indication of how affected he is. "Please, love. I can't wait."

“Okay baby, if that’s what you need, but let’s go to a different place. Somewhere a little more private...” You say before guiding him towards the confessional located in the back of the main room, away from the lingering groups that are still talking. You have the sense to check that there is no priest or clergy member on the other side, while Art starts to desperately pull down his pants and boxers. He immediately pulls you onto his lap after sitting on the small provided bench, dragging your head forward for a heated kiss.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, his touch urgent as he hitches your skirt up around your waist. He breaks the kiss to bury his face in your cleavage, his breathing heavy and ragged. His fingers find your wet heat, and he groans against your skin, his touch growing more insistent.

“So desperate today baby…” You say quietly, running your fingers through his hair and gasping when you feel his thumb find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. His other hand reaches up to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers. He's shaking with desire, his cock throbbing against your thigh as he fights to stay quiet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... I need to be inside you so badly,"

You shush him before lifting yourself up and sinking down on his cock, pressing your hand over his mouth to muffle his noises, knowing how vocal he usually is. “I got you, love, I know what you need,” you reassure him, your lips pressed against the shell of his ear. His hips jerk up, burying himself deeper inside you as he bites down gently on your palm. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he silences his moans against your hand.

You bite back your own moans as you slowly ride him, pulling yourself up and down on his cock, wishing you could muffle the wet noises coming from where your bodies connect. “You know I love your noises but they’re too loud…”

He nods against your hand, his eyes closed in bliss as he focuses on the sensation of being inside you. He rocks his hips up to meet your movements, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. "Mmmph, mmmph." Your hips move faster, trying to get you both off as quick as possible to lower the risk of being caught.

Art’s face contorts with pleasure, his hands tightening on your hips as he thrusts up into you, matching your rhythm. His breathing grows harsher, his muffled moans louder against your hand. His body tenses beneath you, a sign that he's close.

“Let go f’me baby…Jesus– fuck…” You moan, unable to hold back or keep yourself quiet. “Always so pretty when you do…” He lets out a muffled shout against your hand, his body convulsing as he spills into you. He buries his face in your neck, his breathing hot and heavy against your skin. After a moment, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of love and guilt.

You smile and pull him into a kiss, helping him ride out his high by grinding down on his lap. He kisses you back eagerly, his arms wrapping around you to pull you even closer. After a moment, he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. He lets out a shaky laugh. "We really shouldn't be doing this in a church... But I'm glad we did."

You smile and press another kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Surprised I even got you to do this…” You look into his eyes, a mischievous smile forming on your face. “Buttt…I still haven’t cum…”

His eyes widen briefly before he grins wickedly. He stands up, lifting you with him before gently setting you down on the bench. He drops to his knees, pushing your skirt up and spreading your thighs. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" Before you can answer he starts tonguing my your, making you slap a hand over your mouth as your head falls back.

He eats you out with fervor, his tongue delving deep into your pussy as he sucks on your clit. He curls his tongue inside you, scraping against your walls before returning to your clit. He repeats the motion over and over, his fingers spreading your lips wide to give him better access. “Fuck baby—” You moan breathlessly, gripping his hair tightly in one hand as the other grips the bench. “Forgot how good you are with your mouth…”

He moans against your flesh, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge. He reaches up with one hand to play with your breasts, pinching and rolling your peaks between his fingers. He feels you tense up, your thighs shaking around his head, and doubles his efforts, eager to make you come. Your whole body tenses and it takes everything in you to not scream when he pushes his fingers inside you and hooks them just right to hit the gummy spot inside you that makes you cum almost instantly. He can feel your pussy spasm around his fingers and eagerly awaits the flood of delicious wetness that will follow.

It doesn’t take long before your cumming around his fingers, grinding down on his hand as you bite down on your own, muffling your scream-like moans. He continues to suck on your swollen nub, drawing out your release as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your quivering core. Once you're finished, he gently cleans you up with his mouth before kissing his way back up your body, wrapping you in a warm embrace. "Better?"

“Much better.” You say softly, trembling slightly as you wrap your arms around his waist. “We should probably leave before your priest catches us,” You say while standing up, opening the confessional door, and making sure no one’s around. He follows you out, straightening his clothes and making sure you're decent as well. He takes your hand and leads you out of the church, casting one last guilty glance back at the building. "To the car?"

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Feel free to send me asks, even if it’s just to chat, I don’t know when exactly I will answer them because it can take me a bit to write and edit sometimes 🫶

[jakeswifey]

bf!heeseung who...

pairing: lee heeseung x reader genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationship warnings: mentions of food, poison, skinship wc: 293 a/n: i'm going through severe heeseung brain rot not proofread:((

bf!heeseung who says random "i love you's" throughout the day

bf!heeseung who cannot i repeat CANNOT fall asleep without hearing your voice, boy would call you at 3 in the morning cuz he was struggling to sleep

bf!heeseung who started to look for the perfect engagement ring when he saw you holding your baby niece

bf!heeseung who looks for you during the concerts just so he can send you a wink

bf!heeseung who just simply loves being in your presence

bf!heeseung who swears that just your presence makes the most mundane tasks more enjoyable

bf!heeseung who flirts with you non stop, and it comes out of nowhere he lives to see your flustered face and the way the tip of ears go red it makes his mind go brrr

bf!heeseung who loves to click pictures of you, if you were camera shy, he would have a dedicated album in his phone of all your candid pics he took secretly

bf!heeseung whose idea of date night isn't eating out but gaming. if you didn't already know how to play, he would teach you how to play games so you both can play together

bf!heeseung who claims that you are his lucky charm and has your number saved under the same name

bf!heeseung who thought he wasn't the one for nicknames but literally fell on the ground clutching his heart when you first called him baby

bf!heeseung who is a little too shameless about checking you out no matter what you're wearing or doing

bf!heeseung who loves to press kisses on your temple, your nose, your jaw....literally everywhere

bf!heeseung who hides his favorite snacks on the top shelf

bf!heeseung who almost lost his mind when he saw you wearing his shirt for the first time

[pizzabox-box]

First, a little something I did of DMW Peppino and BMB Noise...

Blind Man's Bluff, Part 3

Faker kneaded his pizza dough and thought back on the day's events, blinking furiously. Ugh, it was hard to work when his eyes were still burning! He had barely even licked the Sound, so why had he thrown leemondayd in his face? He hadn't even tasted good - like that time he went looking for a snack Noisette said she'd had in her purse, only to find her blush compact instead. Yuck. Such an overreaction! Ow. Ow.

Faker rubbed his eyes and screeched in frustration. He had done everything he had been told to do! He had wound up doing the rest of the chase scene almost blind, crashing into things. Fortunately, the Sound had said they had nailed the shot on the first take, so they wouldn't have to do it again.

His train of thought was interrupted by the front door opening. Two pink and yellow blurs entered, and the other clones started trilling happily. "Hi, buddy!" a perky voice called out. Faker smiled as he recognized Noisette's voice. Noise looked around the dining area nervously, and jumped when a few clones started sniffing him, curious about the copious amount of cologne he was wearing. Noisette turned back and smiled. "It's ok, Theo, they won't hurt you!" she reassured him. Noise smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah. I knew that!" he stammered, though he was still visibly nervous.

Noisette set a box on the counter in front of Faker. She told him, "Theo felt pretty bad about what happened earlier, so we made cupcakes together to apologize! Well, I baked them, and Theo frosted them. But still!" Faker sniffed the baked goods. They were piled high with frosting, and smelled strongly of chocolate. Maybe a little too strong. Faker did something that could be best described as a sneeze. "Bless you!" Noisette giggled. Noise chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we both got too into the part. You really spooked me there! Really thought I was finished for a minute."

Noise pulled out a lighter and lit the candle on one of the cupcakes. "Happy Birthday," he remarked. Noisette laughed. "It's not his birthday, Theo!" "I'm trying, ok?!" Noise exclaimed, exasperated. Then he looked up at the clock, hung at an atrocious angle on the wall, and gasped. "Oh man, is that the time?" he asked, looking at his watch. "We're late for that meeting! We need to go!" He grabbed Noisette by the hand and started out the door. Noisette waved goodbye to her goopy friend. "Bye-bye, Peppino! Hope you enjoy the cupcakes!" And then they were gone. Faker pulled out one of the cupcakes that wasn't on fire. It looked good! That was nice of the Sound, he thought, as he shoved the entire thing in his mouth.

Doise got Noisette settled in the passenger seat, then hurriedly walked around to the driver's seat. It was time to leave. He was way too close to that chef's restaurant. He knew Noise way, way too well - apparently they had been rivals since before Noise and Noisette even met! As Doise fumbled with the keys, he became aware of a sniffing at his neck. "Hey, Noise, where have you been?" a voice asked. He jumped and spun around. Ugh, it was the gnome and his rat. Brick sniffed him again and hissed. Gustavo stroked his rat soothingly. "Easy, there, Brick, he won't try anything. Right?" Brrr, Doise did not like how the gnome was looking at him.

Noisette waved from the passenger seat. "Hi, Gustavo!" she chimed. Gustavo waved back. "Hey, Noisette! So, what have you two been up to recently? Haven't seen you around here in a while." Doise stammered as his mind raced. He needed an excuse! "W-well, we've been filming a movie for the past... how long has it been? Uh, full - full-time commitment, you know." He leaned against the car nonchalantly. They needed to leave. Now.

"Full-time, huh?" Doise looked behind himself, and screamed outright. There was the stocky Italian looming over him, tank top and hat a dangerous rose color against the green grass. Then he stopped and looked again, panting. No, no, this man's eyes were normal, no empty sockets. Under the outrageous pink, he wore a plain black shirt and pants. It wasn't Peddito after all. Doise growled. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" he shrieked.

Peppino looked Noise up and down. Something wasn't right. Noise looked him up and down in response. "And what's with the get-up? You look like someone slammed their thumb in the car door," he remarked, gesturing to Peppino's outfit. Peppino sighed. "I ruined my last normal top this morning's shift, and I have to wait for the washing machine to finish. This was the last thing in my closet." He glared at Gustavo as he said this, and the gnome looked pretty sheepish. That sounded like a can of worms for another day.

Instead, Peppino redirected his attention to the twitchy gremlin in front of him. He knew Noise's mannerisms well, and although he appeared normal to other people, it was small, almost imperceptible things that Peppino noticed immediately. He was constantly averting his eyes in a way no one else would notice. Noise was usually obnoxious with his eye contact (did he even blink?) Actually, those eyes...

Doise noticed Peppino leaning in, trying to get a better look at his eyes, and took several steps back. He had been fortunate up until now that no one had tried to look straight into his eyes, but until those red contacts came in, he had to be careful. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Your breath reeks, keep away," he exclaimed, putting a hand up to keep the chef from getting closer. This was another red flag for Peppino. Noise had zero sense of personal space. "Something's not - " he began.

A loud explosion and a flash of fire stopped the entire interaction. Noisette screamed, and everybody turned to watch Peppino's Pizza 2 go up in flames. "Oh, my gosh!" Gustavo exclaimed, watching the inferno rise. Doise whistled. "Honestly, kinda surprised it didn't happen sooner, huh, Peppino," he remarked, as he attempted to casually hide a smug grin. The clone had nearly ruined his makeup and given him away, and this was the penalty. He had no idea whether Faker had figured it out, but he was not taking chances.

"Is he ok?!" Noisette squeaked, worried. Doise slid into the driver's seat and put his arm around her. "Have you seen the guy? I'm sure he'll be fine! Back in business within the week," he reassured her as he started the car. "Wait - " Peppino began. "Sorry, pal, we gotta go! Appointment to keep!" And with a beep of the horn, they drove off.

Peppino turned towards Gustavo. "Gus, did you notice anything wrong with Noise?" he asked. Gustavo thought about it. "Not particularly, but that doesn't mean anything. Why?" Peppino didn't answer, instead turning to watch the burning building across the street. Several clones were fleeing the blaze, but no sign of their leader yet. Peppino mused to himself. Something was very wrong with his rival. He just couldn't place it.

Faker had already been freaked out by the explosion of painful, sour acid in his mouth when he devoured the cupcake, but when the bomb went off, spraying burning juice and pulp everywhere, he just about lost his mind. Everything burned, he was fully blind, he tried to scream, but his mouth was melting together, he had no idea where the door was anymore, he could hear the fire roaring and the othet clones abandoning ship. The roof started to cave in. A pile of burning rubble fell on top of him. He managed to ooze his way out, but it burned so much, it was way too hot - he could feel parts of his body stiffen up, and smelled something baking -

He felt two pairs of hands grab him by the arms and drag him out of the burning restaurant. One felt like Peppino, the other reminded him of Noise. They didn't smell like either of them, though - in fact, they didn't smell like anything at all, as if they weren't even there. He heard the pizzeria collapsing behind him in a cloud of ash and smoke. Someone rubbed him with some sort of powder, and he felt the acid on his skin fizzle like one of those bath bomb things. It was soothing. It tasted strange, but he'd eaten worse. Stung his already burning eyes, though.

Faker managed to pull himself together somewhat. It would be a long time before he was back to being himself, let alone speaking his version of a cohesive sentence, but he was stable again, not in as much danger of dropping dead. Peddito looked over at Noise. The banshee was trembling in rage. Peddito echoed the sentiment. Doise had definitely crossed a line - now, how to stop him without putting even more lives at risk? Peddito racked his brain for possible solutions. Doise was very good at his craft. He seemed to have all his bases covered!

Peddito sighed and turned to watch Noise start clawing at the ground in rage, screaming slurs that hadn't even been invented yet. What to do? Peddito wanted Doise dead even more than Noise did...

But he didn't want the blood of another innocent on his hands.

He felt like somehow, he was being watched. He turned around, and saw a flying purple TV camera pointed at the scene.

He somehow doubted the person on the other side would be much help. In fact, he had the sneaking suspicion that this would turn out to be another roadblock...

Previous part

OH BOY, what a rollercoaster! The tension rises!

I can't believe Doise tried to kill off Faker—well... actually, I can believe it. Thank gosh those two specters showed up! Once Fakey puts together that Doise is responsible for his restaurant going down, he’ll have another person going after his neck. And don’t even get me started on what’ll happen once he finds out about Noisette. His restaurant and Noisette are the two things he cares the most about.

Also, Pizzahead coming in next? That will be interesting! That pizza cares most about his entertainment. Looking forward to seeing where it goes next!

Thank you for another part! I seriously enjoy this series!

Also thank you for this art you send me some time ago!

he screwed up :(

[kuinaminku]

i try to give little bits and pieces of the puzzle for people to put together what glindas life is like post canon in Just a Clock Tick, but im bored so here’s some clarity on some of it. plus these are just my general post canon glindy poo headcanons sooo

- she’s throne minister/functionally the figure head of Oz, but she established a council and willingly relinquished power so all the different states of Oz could govern with her.

boq being the munchkinland representative, Brrr for the animals, and i’d like to think maybe Sarima for the vinkus! (in this canon i’d imagine maybe she’s his childhood friend or something)

- also clarity’s sake, i take bits of book canon arbitrarily to make my own canon. whatever book characters or bits of worldbuilding you may see are just there to give my world building a bit more sauce, they don’t strictly adhere to the book’s canon

- glinda doesn’t really have many people she talks to outside of work. boq will sometimes converse with her outside of meetings and stuff, but she’s not very open with him and won’t go out of her way to spend time with him. (or really anyone with few exceptions) it’s usually him that has to drag her out for stuff like that

- her parents are still alive, but again, she doesn’t speak much to them. she’s pretty much emotionally isolated herself completely so she doesn’t really spend much personal time with anyone like that. she’ll still go see them as a formality but they’re also so brainwashed by the whole anti wicked witch campaign that she feels so disconnected from them and everyone else who thinks the same way

- the exception to this is doctor dillamond. he still struggles with speech but she does her best to meet with him regularly for tea and stuff partly out of guilt but partly because he’s one of the few tethers she still has to Elphie and not the Wicked Witch of the West

- she has not fully unpacked her feelings about everything that’s happened. she’s accepted that she loved elphaba as more than a friend, and never truly felt that love with fiyero, but it doesn’t matter to her anyways because both of them are gone and she blames herself. she doesn’t allow herself to think about her feelings at all. she’ll either drown herself in work, and when she’s not working, drink till she can’t think about them

- segueing from that, i think she’s a functional alcoholic. in my mind glinda has adhd and hpd which already make her pretty susceptible to substance issues but especially now it’s her only coping mechanism. and it’s not a good one

- she finds little joy in her old hobbies. dressing up is a chore now for work. shopping only reminds her of elphie, and it’s not like she can buy or wear the stuff she really wants to anyways. architecture and art feel frivolous, and she finds out that sorcery was never really one of her true loves anyways

- despite that, since it was elphaba’s wish, she’s spent countless hours studying and poring over the grimmerie. elphaba actually left some notes behind in the book, and hard as they are to decipher, they’ve helped her parse out some spells she’s committed to memory

thats all i can think of off the top of my head for right now, but if anyone has any questions about my glinda hcs or anything really send them my way!!! getting asks is super fun

[lovings4turn]

୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 rum and revelations . . . (l.s.)

— after one too many drinks at a party, logan forgets how to keep his own secrets. but drunk words are sober thoughts, right? (1k words)

+ inspired by this ask from my lovely dolly — i know this was a sugar n spice saturday ask but it just made my mind go BRRR so i had to write a full fic!

+ contains fluff, drinking and drunk behaviour, mentions of vomiting but no one is actually sick. divider from cafekitsune

“woah, sorry!”

before you can react, logan is slumped against your side, essentially placing his full body weight onto you. high-pitched laughter escapes his lips as he attempts to steady himself, placing a hand onto the wall you’re both leaning against as he regains his balance.

there’s no mistaking it. he’s drunk. absolutely shit-faced, to be more precise. 

but you can’t really blame him. all of his hard work and determination had finally paid off, and just a few hours earlier he’d earned his first points of the formula one season. what kind of friend would you be to deny him the chance to celebrate? especially when such a large party had been thrown, a friend of one of logan’s friends offering up their house to host.

“feeling okay?” you ask, an amused smile tugging at your lips as he lifts his head.

“never better,” he responds. 

even his voice suggests he’s a little worse for wear. his accent has somehow grown thicker, and his words are a little sluggish, slurred together in a blur of vowels and consonants with a meaning wrapped up somewhere in the middle. a couple of glasses of champagne paired with tequila shots and rum and cokes will do that to a person, you suppose.

any conversation dies on your tongue as logan slumps forward once more, warm forehead resting against your shoulder as he emits a low groan. if it weren’t for his shoulders shaking with laughter, you would have been concerned. 

“this is what you call ‘never better’?” you tease. 

without thinking, you lift your hand to his hair, carding your fingers through the blonde strands in a motion that you hope is soothing. logan’s response comes in the form of an incomprehensible groan, and you can’t help but laugh yourself.

“i think it’s starting to hit me,” he admits, removing his head from your shoulder. 

his eyes are a little glazed over, and though he’s smiling, there’s a far away look on his face that indicates the copious amounts of alcohol is starting to catch up with him.

“alright, let’s get you some water,” you say, the smile audible in your voice. 

you and logan are no strangers to taking care of one another. you had been best friends for the past five years or so, so you’d had your fair share of looking after the other when they got a little too carried away at a party. still, you don’t think you’ve ever seen logan this bad.

you take his hand in yours, lifting his arm until it’s draped around your shoulder in an effort to support his weight. he stumbles alongside you, mumbling inaudible comments to himself and bursting into gratuitous laughter as he trips over his own feet. 

some divine force must be on your side, as you’re able to find an empty room without trouble. god knows how you would have reacted if you’d… interrupted something between two other partygoers. 

you lead logan over to the queen sized bed, sitting him down despite his protests that he’s perfectly capable of doing it on his own. luck was certainly with you, as the room you’d selected bore an ensuite bathroom. 

“wait here,” you instruct, striding over to the bathroom and filling a glass with cold water.

as the crisp water fills the glass, you check yourself over in the mirror. when you think about it, you’re not sure why. sure, you don’t want to be walking around with smudged makeup, or your hair a mess, but it’s also just logan. he’s seen you at your very worst sober, so why should it matter how he sees you now, when his vision is likely double? 

you thrust the glass into his hand, cupped palm coming to sit under his chin as he greedily downs the liquid. a few droplets hit your hand, and you hold back a shiver at the cold temperature.

“y’okay?”

“i’m not gonna vomit, if that’s what you mean.” he jokes, and you smile back. 

it’s quiet for a moment, until logan speaks again.

“thanks, y/n. i’m sorry, you should be enjoying yourself. yet you’re here taking care of me.” 

logan exhales, throwing himself backwards until his back hits the mattress.

“don’t apologise, logan. if there’s any night for you to get shitfaced, it’s tonight,” you reason, giving him a smile. “anyways, ‘m happy to do it. long as i know you’re okay.”

“you’re too nice,” logan mumbles, his tone once again far away, as though his mind is somewhere else entirely. “y’know, this is why i like you so much. you’re always so nice to me.”

suddenly, your heart is in your throat. 

“what?” you ask, forcing out a laugh.

he’s drunk. you reason. he has no clue what he’s saying.

“i mean, y’always there for me. at every grand prix, even when i’ve fucked a race, you’re in the garage for me. you always answer my calls, and you’re just really nice. and really pretty. my god, you’re so pretty,” logan mumbles.

his eyes are closed, and it’s apparent to you that he has no idea what he’s saying.

“oscar’s tired of me talking about you, actually. though he promises it’s not your fault. it’s mine, for talking about you so much. oscar thinks you’re great.” 

you’re glad he’s out of it, because it would be impossible to hide your flushed cheeks and dropped jaw. 

“of course,” you respond, begging your tone to stay even. “we’re best friends. and i’m fucking amazing.”

logan scoffs a laugh.

“yeah, ‘best friends’. not like i’ve been in love with you since we met or anything.”

it’s clear his tone is begging to be joking, but the alcohol prohibits him from being convincing. your heart is in your throat, and you swallow it down, praying it doesn’t try to crawl back out. instinctively, your hand finds itself in logan’s hair once more and you sigh, biting back a smile.

“we’ll talk when you’re sober, yeah? i think you’ll be quite pleased with how the conversation turns out.”

logan nods at this, leaning further into your touch. when he finally responds, his voice is thick with sleep.

"mm, sounds good. love you."

your heart skips a beat as you smile.

"yeah. love you too."

🏷️ tags : @faerieroyal @starriesworlds @itscrzy

[honey-minded-hivemind]

haha actual design for Rewind au! Nightcrawler go brrr

Bro's straight up like a noodly skin crawler

That or a Xenomorph lmao-

Look at the little noodle bean!!! He wraps his tail around Reader when they're sleeping, and can't help but pet them and pull their blankets over them-

(Do you have designs for everyone?! So, SO COOL!!!)

Kurt looks like a mix between his regular self and an alien/predator. The extra spikes, the spiked and fluffy tail, the sharp teeth, the staring, soul-searching yellow voids for eyes, the claws, his outfit-!

He's perfect!

(Just watch him cuddle Reader like a teddy bear or a kitten when they're passed out, purring and smiling and telling the others about what he saw that day, how many notes he saw Reader had drawn when they were little, how they're wearing a little X-Men symbol!) (Morph hid it on one of Reader's hoodies, they stitched it on).

This guy is like an overgrown house cat, leaving presents and cuddling you and watching you from the dark~♡