#i love sending people pics of him so much that i will do it for nothing in return
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Hi what do you do if you donât like someone but they think youâre friends and talk to you like youâre friends and canât take a hint
#heâs too fucking needy and all he does is take and take and take#and I donât have any love left for him#and I donât know how to say that in a nice way#there are strangers who Iâve had five min conversations with#and Iâve gained more out of those ârelationshipsâ than I have in this one in a whole year#like. I just Cannot deal with him heâs fucking horrible for my mental health#Iâm sorry heâs going through stuff. Iâm sick of being there for him when hes never there for me#and now heâs sending me ten pics of his hair and being like âwhich one is bestâ and Buddy. we are not Friends#like itâs a silly silly little thing and I am replying because I donât want to be rude but weâre not friends#and I donât know how to convey that without being cruel#I didnât talk to him for like several months until yesterdya#and he talked about how he missed me and wanted to hang out more#and I donât Want To Iâve moved on to people who actually add value to my life and donât use me constantly#like thank u for liking my personality! I Cannot reciprocate. sorry Buddy#I do have so much love to give but just not for him#but then I feel bad because IM also so fucking needy all the time. do people feel the same way about me and just donât tell me#because itâs too much of an inconvenience to hurt my feelings because they canât get away from me?? idk#I think me and him are similar and every time I say that Evan goes đ€đ€ but idkkk#everyone else says weâre very different and Iâm not annoying in the way he is#but ugh.#one day Iâm going to be SO secure in every single one of my relationships. one day soon
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Do you accept the offer?
#dru speaks#honestly it doesn't even have to be a fair trade#for all i care you could just send them to me occasionally#like as a tip for my services#or heck you could just not send me any at all and i can do all the dallon pic sending#i love sending people pics of him so much that i will do it for nothing in return
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heâs just like me i too have âI Love My Little Bro So Muchâ syndrome
I truly believe ace wants to be the âCool Big Broâ type but is REALLY just the âI Love My Lil Bro So Muchâ type
#thereâs a trend on instagram rn where people posts a picture of them when theyâre young#my brother#whoâs not even 18 yet participated#and i was like do you need more pics? and proceeded to send him every single post on my account where heâs featured#and heâs like WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY#anyway. thatâs ace to me#ace đ€ me#we love our little brothers so much#one piece#portgas d ace#monkey d luffy
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#im feeling very sad and low today :((#last year.... i was lonely bc it was the first midsummer my sisters had stopped speaking with me#but i had him. and i messaged with him during the entire day#and i sent him pics of my outfit and he complimented me#said it was pretty and that he liked my necklade and that my dress was nice :(((#i just loved talking to him so much#i miss it a lot like so much i feel empty and hollow without it </3#i can talk to others... and ofc i always appreciate nice things and compliments and messages from people. i really do#but it's just that thing when you are deeply in love with someone and they dont want you#when you're in love everything from that person is like pure liquid gold#so even if im happy that other ppl are nice to me#it's still like... compliments from him just made me come alive and made me so happy#getting attention from your crush and love interest is so special....#plus i just love like everything about him and i loved the way we talked :(#i just feel so empty and hollow bc im sad im so sad#this time last year he made me happy and i could talk to him all day#this time this year we're barely talking :(#and i feel so stupid and pathetic for saying things like i wanna understand him better and ask questions#and that i love him and he's the most special person to me#like can i read the room?!? why do i send shit like that when he is keeping his distance? im just bothering him with that stuff#if only he knew all the thing i have to supress and not tell him lmao#it hurts sm when there are so many things u wanna say to someone but you arent in a position to do so#bc they dont wanna hear it from u. oof that's pain bruv#i keep writing this post because i just cant let it go#i wish i could go back to last year#when he wanted pics from me and wanted me to message him#and we messaged like literally all day everyday#but now i feel bad and annoying for sending him any message :((#well... i am sad and heartbroken and that's just how i feel rn#i cant do anything other than accept it and just keep going đ€
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In case anyone forgot what a loser I am I make myself merch of my looooooooooooooooooooooong dead DND games because frankly they are my blorbos and I need merch
#also i don't remember the name of the artist that made the over the garden wall buttons i bought them at a con and THEY WERE SO NICE SO#PLEASE IF YOU KNOW LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I WANT TO CREDIT THEM AND SEND EVERYONE THEIR WAY THEY WERE SO SO SO SO SOOOOO NICE#my pics#im dumb#im still the biggest fangirl of the vagaband if i could somhow animate it into a tv show i would just so everyone else could meet my babies#i love them i love them so much and i love their story n world#also jim was my boi n i miss him#moth n abed had so much lost potential I had so many things I wanted to do with them but the world decided nah#I'm redoing my okd jean jacket putting new pins new patches ripping out the old ones I did not like that it came with it'll be AAAAALLLL ME#no American flag or peace signs lots of buttons loooooooots of buttons#I also considered glueing googley eyes but i kinda want a black jean jacket for that one so I'm on the look out at garage sales n good wills#i might start making buttons to sell at cons someday but like obviously not my ocs like fan art n shit#Linds talks to herself like an idiot#abed n moth got less art because they're games didn't last long and they got no time to explore or grow#cause people just didn't match my energy and wouldn't show up then mom got cancer n i had hd to give up all my hobbies so#they got nothing compared to kozu n Jim but that's ok
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Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over â plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters
Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria
CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts â you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.
(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his â your â couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to â that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).
König
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing â acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality â they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).
Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude â makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.
Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.
Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.
(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you â remember, only the best for her girl)
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pairing: actress!reader x max verstappen
summary: your situationship from high school becomes a four time world champion and you send him a text congratulating him, opening the door to see him again
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a/n: iâm finally back home so i can now post the celebration for maxâs fourth championship (insane) (he deserves it so much) (i actually havenât moved on from brazil)
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earth 42 miles reaction to reader hanging up the phone on his face mid argument?
â facetime
pairing: e-42!miles (aged up) x fem!reader
contains: arguing, minimal cursing, slightly toxic behavior lol
summary: you love miles, but his overbearing nature is beginning to irritate you. the two of you get into an argument over it on facetime, and you snap at him and hang up the phone. wc: 1,537
a/n: ik the pic might not make sense regarding who hung up on who, but i like it so we finna pretend it does lol. miles/reader are only aged up for plot
âlook mami, you not hearinâ me. iâm not tryna control you, iâm just saying maybe it would be best if-â
âthat is literally you trying to control me.â
you cut miles off from another one of his mini tangents as you stared at him through the facetime call on your screen, so far beyond the point of caring to hear the same thing heâd told you a million times.
you loved your boyfriend with everything in you. honestly, you did. but in the last few months heâd grown to be so much more controlling than he was in the beginning, a result of his ridiculous need to protect you and itâs got your head spinning on your shoulders. you couldnât do anything without him looming over you, and youâre fed up. it was suffocating, and you needed him to know that you could handle yourself.
you heard his voice come in again from your phoneâs speakers.
âaight fine, if thatâs what you wanna think, then thatâs cool. but i donât want you going out that late, chiquita, simple. ainât no discussion.â
âalright, bro.â you sighed, and he tutted at you.
âiâm not your âbroâ. donât do that.â
while you knew your boyfriend only wanted the best for you, you didnât really understand the extent to all these rules heâd given you. like no going to the corner store at night, having to keep your location on at all times, or having to send a picture of yourself when youâd gotten back into the houseâ so he could really make sure it was actually you texting him from your phone.
since then, youâd deemed it safe to assume that he most likely had immense trust issues, and that was why he acted so strangely, because any other reason for this kind of behavior seemed ludicrous to you.
miles had yet to tell you he was the prowler, that certain people had bounties on his head, which included anyone who may be involved with him, anyone he holds close to him. he saw everything that went on in this cityâ when night had fallen and the streets became far too dangerous of a place for a defenseless girl like you to be out in them. you had no idea the kind of people he dealt with, the things heâd seen, the things he had to do. he just didnât want you to get hurt, but he wasnât the best at expressing the sincerity of his words, and they often came out too rough, too harsh. it was the best he could do, he was trying to communicate effectively, he really was. but time and time again youâd failed to try and understand his pleas past the words spoken to you; to actually listen to them, and comprehend them, and not just listen to respond.
so, being you, you retorted like the stubborn girl you always were. the stubborn girl heâd fallen so helplessly in love with and was only trying to protect with his entire being.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him in disbelief. âlook, you canât tell me what to do, miles. i can do what i want.â
he didnât hear anything that came from your mouth, because the expression on your face had completely distracted him from the conversation at hand.
âholâ on, did you just roll your eyes at me?â his brow raised, daring you to answer that question with anything but a ânoâ.
what you responded with wasnât necessarily a âyesâ per sĂ©, but it definitely wasnât any better.
âoh, so you wanna control my face now, too? dictating what i do with my life or the shit i say isnât enough for you?â you challenged.
his head dipped back as he laughed, a deep, provoked laughâ though the both of you knew nothing was funny, and that this was always how he reacted before he actually got angry. laughing it off was a means for him to screw his head back on right, as if a warning to you to not push him too far, because anybody who spoke to him with this kind of gall just had to be joking.
he exhaled heavily, a hand scrubbing down his face.
âcanât lie, you talkinâ mad crazy right now, ma. i think you need to cool it with that.â he warned, corners of his lips turned into a forewarning leer. âima let that lilâ shit you just said slide, cause i love you, and ion wanna hurt your feelings, but we done talking about this.â he decided, leaning forward to prop his phone back up on his desk before scooping his playstation controller back up into his hands.
âand watch your mouth.â
chin retreating towards your chest, you were taken aback at how quickly he decided for the both of you that the conversation was over, as if you had to agree with him, as if things were decided simply because heâd said so. and somehow, you found it in all your unbridled nerve to make things worse.
âyeah, youâre right. we are.â
thumb pressing to the red X, you hung up the phone, leaving miles to gape at the black of his screen with shock etched into his features. he waited for you to call back and tell him it was an accident, and sat there for a minute, leg bouncing to maintain what little patience heâd managed to cling onto during this entire ordeal. he swallowed his pride and called you back, only for the screen to read âfacetime unavailableâ after just two rings. you declined it. squaring his jaw, he calmly nodded to himself, phone snatched up, jacket thrown on and controller tossed onto his bedâ game forgotten about.
âbet.â
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you were fuming after youâd hung up the phone, steam probably wouldâve been puffing from your ears if something like that were possible outside of the cartoons. there was a tiny partâno, a huge part of you that knew you shouldnât have hung up on him like that; that regretted it. a part that knew milesâ was genuinely trying his best to speak to you calmly in the way heâd learned how, specifically for you, when calm was something he rarely ever felt. but you couldnât help your anger either, and figured a break from the conversation, and a shower to calm you down would do the both of you some good.
you sauntered out your bathroom after about twenty minutes, a towel tightly wrapped round your damp torso and a heavy, depleted exhale departing from your lungs.
you felt relaxed. the heat of the water had washed away most, if not all of your anger towards the situation and you sighed to yourself, ready to come back to the discussion with a level head, and to apologize to your boyfriend for snapping at him and ending the call so abruptly. it was rude of you, and honestly you hadnât thought it through until you had alreadyâ
âyou know, ion usually fuck with cats like that, cause yâall kinda freak me out. but you cool.â
the inner dialogue of your thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice, muffled through the shut door of your bedroom.
âwhat the fuckââ you hurriedly started towards the door, hand barely remaining on the doorknob for a second as you flung it open, to see none other than your boyfriend, miles, sat in your desk chair with your cat, bella, in his lap.
he was leaned back, his large green puffer jacket still on, legs spread in his grey sweats. he looked very comfortable for someone who had just broken into a home.
âhow the hell did you get into my house, miles?â
you stared at him unbelievingly, quickly shutting the door behind you. he was in no rush to lift his head to address you directly as he scratched the underside of bellaâs chin with his pointer finger.
âwindow. you should really lock that.â
âeven if i had, you wouldâve picked it.â you argued.
âtrue.â
his eyes eventually met yours, and they gave you a drawn out once over, gaze following the drops of water that rolled down your skin. there was a hint of a smirk on his lips, and he almost forgot what he came here for. almost.
you felt your face heat up, grip tightening over your bath towel as you shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling flustered from the boldness of his gaze. so he looked away.
âletâs hope that shower gave your mama some of her sense back, huh?â he dipped his head down to address your cat in a sweet voice, before gently lifting her off his lap and placing her back onto the floor, only for her to drag her head and body along his calf with a purr. traitor.
he leaned back once more, hands patiently clasped between his open legs and head cocked to the side, twin braids swishing behind him when he did so.
âso wassup? you wanna try that conversation again?â with a brow raised he studied your features, as if he were silently challenging you to talk that same shit you did over the phone to his face.
âdo you know what boundaries are?â
ânah, not really.â he admitted.
you swallowed, gesturing towards the open room for a reason you didnât know why.
âcan i at least get dressed first?â you cringed at how your voice sounded when you spoke, but the way he was looking at you had your mind reeling and you could only focus on one thing at a timeâ the argument long forgotten. to be honest, you donât even recall what you had a problem with.
he shrugged. âsure, if thatâs what youâd like.â arms crossing over his chest he spun around in your swivel chair, now facing the same window heâd come in through. âlemme know when i can turn around.â
you sighed.
this boy was going to be the death of you.
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yan cosplayer who is very famous on social media
yan cosplayer who is now mutuals with you
yan cosplayer who sent u a wave emoji suddenly, and you guys begin talking. You guys really hit it off, managing to became good friends in a small amount of time
yan cosplayer who now calls you everyday, giggling at your stupid jokes as he kicks his feet
yan cosplayer who now lets you pick what cosplays he should do next
yan cosplayer who now only cosplays what you want, pouting his lips at you whenever you tell him that he has to take other people suggestions into consideration and not just yours
yan cosplayer who literally sends you pics where he's in the tiniest skirt and tiniest shirt like it was just a piece of small fabric at this point, he literally even sends you pics of his thighs in thigh highs (those long thin socks kinda??? IDKKđ€đ)
yan cosplayer who basically now sends you nudes at this point, showing you his new shorts that BARELY cover anything, you could literally see his boner through his shorts
yan cosplayer who likes and comments in all your posts, literally he EATS them uppp
yan cosplayer who texts you some downbad ass shit
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herfavcosplayer!
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yan cosplayer who now finally meets you in person, and he's literally like a dog for you, panting whenever you slightly touch him
yan cosplayer who runs your thigh, and smiles at you as if hes innocent even though he's like 1 inch away from your middle part likeđ€š
yan cosplayer who only replies to your comments on his post, never responding to his fans
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TYSM BABY I LOVE YOUUU<33 DO YOU WANT ME TO ORDER YOU FOOD?? BABY UR SO SWEET I SWEAR I WOULD BREAK ANYONES LEGS IF THEY EVEN GLANCED AT YOU<333
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yan cosplayer who is ur personal d rider, whenever you say ur stressed he says "Okay! So jump on this dick, love! :3" or whenever you say your head hurts, he suggests to give you head
yan cosplayer who is ur cosplayer who luvs u so so much<3
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Growing Pains Pt 2 | Oscar Piastri x Reader
Summary: Oscar thought leaving was the best thing for you, but quickly realised he cannot function without you.
Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Suggestive content.
2024 season. Childhood sweethearts. No facelaim, just rando Pinterest pics
This acc just ended up being Landoscar fluff because I consumed too much of them after Silverstone lol
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mclaren please enjoy some clips of our aussie talking about the one aspect of his life NOT involved with his job
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â user5 um, is she calling oscar pookie?
â user6 well, itâs not going to be lando. he was only in one of the clipsÂ
â user7 idk, we donât know what happened between them. it couldâve been a bad breakup and she might be trying to piss them off
â landonorris ew, no. itâs not me. they made up weeks ago btw. no way osco wouldâve lasted this long without his yn
â YourUserName what do you mean ew! youâd be lucky to have me
â danielricciardo no he wouldnât
oscarpiastri i also talked a lot about my performance in the race
â landonorris and where is that footage, huh??? funny how it doesnât existÂ
â oscapiastri yn says youâre not allowed to tag along to date night anymore because you insulted both of usÂ
â landonorris :(
â user8 what do you mean he tagged along on date night?
â user9 why are we skipping past the fact that lando confirmed that theyâre back together
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YourUserName ladies, get a boyfriend who looks at you the way Oscar looks at Lando (actually, can you get me one first because mine seems to be broken)Â
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oscarpiastri whoa, you told me i was a handsome boy. that photo doesnât look like a handsome boyÂ
â YourUserName some people are into the serial killer eyes. not me though, thatâs why iâm asking the fans to find me a new bf
â logansargeant iâll help
â user10 we know which side logan is choosing in the divorceÂ
landonorris how does it feel to know that your boyfriend likes me moreÂ
â YourUserName i know how to cut brake lines
â landonorris đ°đ°
â mclaren yn, please donât threaten our drivers
â YourUserName hey, iâll take them both out if they donât end their affairÂ
â oscarpiastri and here i was thinking you would cut his brake lines so i could get on the podium insteadÂ
â YourUserName sure, we can go with that
user11 can we take a moment to enjoy the fact that theyâve been back together for 4 months and heâs still letting her bully him
â YourUserName iâm riding the guilt trip until the very endÂ
â oscarpiastri i love you
â YourUserName i know
â landonorris but not as much as he loves me!Â
â YourUserName i know where you sleep
â landonorris yeah, with your boyfriend!
â oscarpiastri donât tell the internet that!Â
danielricciardo lando used to look at me that way
â YourUserName i think we should start a spurned wags group
â danielricciardo iâll bring the wine
â YourUserName iâll bring the lightning mcqueen crocs
â liamlawson30 can i join?
oscarpiastri sweetheart, you know youâre the light of my life
â YourUserName didnât feel that way when you guided lando away from a puddle and let me put my foot right in it
â oscarpiastri i gave you my socks!Â
â YourUserName they were sweaty
â oscarpiastri itâs all i hadâŠÂ
â mclaren yn, please stop bullying him. we can hear him crying from his driverâs room
â user12 no because the fact that the majority of mclaren adminâs online interactions are just begging yn to behaveÂ
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oscarpiastri when you say date night and she says Iâm not putting pants onÂ
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YourUserName thank you for sharing your pizza with me after i burnt mine <3
â oscarpiastri i canât wait to share more with you
landonorris did she hide in your neck at the scary partsÂ
â oscarpiastri no she fucking laughed at the way he was running
â landonorris you cuddled into her neck at the scary parts, didnât youÂ
â oscarpiastri i plead the fifth
â YourUserName itâs okay, princess, you know iâll always protect youÂ
logansargeant no because they had their âdate nightâ 3 days ago and the paintings they did of each other are hanging in their bathroom, and when i tell you they were a shock to the system
â user13 logan, show them to us, please
YourUserName itâs not my fault that itâs hard to keep pants on when youâre aroundÂ
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â mclaren we talked about thisÂ
â landonorris my eyes!Â
â user14 @ aussiegrit come get your kids
â YourUserName donât tag him in it. mark still thinks iâm nice
â oscarpiastri no, he knows youâre a gremlin
arthur_leclerc not you trying to pretend that you are romantic when you asked me for all of those ideas
â YourUserName oh really?
â oscarpiastri i had a whole night planned and you decided you didnât want to go out!
â alex_albon no because you really had him stressing
â georgerussell63 he was even messaging the grid group chatÂ
â danielricciardo he had a whole group of guys debating the best alternative to rose petals
â YourUserName because i donât like roses đ„č oh, osc. it was perfect
â oscarpiastri đ€đ€
â user15 anyone else finding this suspicious
charles_leclerc a date night to remember, iâm sure. and not for the lack of pantsÂ
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user1 rough night in the piastri house, heâs upset mom and wifeyÂ
arthur_leclerc welcome to the family, oscar. please donât bring yn with you
â YourUserName youâre just jealous that i didnât want dinner with youÂ
â maxverstappen1 wait, i thought i was your favourite. why donât you want dinner with me?
â charles_leclerc you are welcome for dinner anytime, yn
â oscarpiastri see, what youâve done. now lestappen are fighting. you promised to keep your crushes to yourself
user2 i love how now that oscar is past his rookie year, his true personality of being a gremlin has come outÂ
â user3 now that shy oscar has gone weâre seeing just how well he pairs with yn
â arthur_leclerc and i can guarantee the grid are missing shy oscar. i have had to put up with this since 2021
â georgerussell63 i can confirm we do
â logansargeant now you understand why i prefer to be quiet. if you donât talk, they canât bully youÂ
â georgerussell63 my name on ynâs phone is amelia georgehartÂ
â oscarpiastri weâve been together for years and mine is peestri pants, count yourself lucky
â YourUserName landoâs is just fucker.Â
â landonorris the full stop included?Â
nicolepiastri i have some questionsÂ
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YourUserName weekends away with you Â
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YourUserName thank you for a lovely weekend away from the madness. i could spend forever with you in our little bubbleÂ
â danielricciardo oh wow so youâre both simps?
â YourUserName look away! i have a reputation to maintain
â oscarpiastri no you donât. you luuuuurve me
landonorris i canât believe you left me behindÂ
charles_leclerc remove your head from that poor girlâs shirt. i raised you better than that
pierregasly someone convince kiks to do this with me. she refuses to go camping
â francisca.cgomes because neither of us would survive sleeping on the ground
â oscarpiastri neither would yn if not for the fact that we camped in the back garden
â YourUserName why would i want to go somewhere without a functioning toilet!Â
logansargeant where is your shirt. nobody wants to see thatÂ
â YourUserName i think youâll find that i didÂ
â oscarpiastri sheâs a big fan
mclaren please come back, we miss youÂ
â oscarpiastri yn says she still has another weekend before she has to return me
â mclaren we were talking to yn
â YourUserName miss you too, boo đ§Ą
â landonorris why donât you speak to me like thatÂ
â YourUserName âcause you stole my osc
â oscarpiastri no one could take me from youÂ
user4 no because that last pic screams engagement photo and i don't know why
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charles_leclerc i am an incredibly proud father right now Â
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oscarpiastri in other words, i convinced the prettiest girl in the world to marry meÂ
â YourUserName and now i have the prettiest husband in the worldÂ
user5 how is lando taking oscar looking at someone else that way?
â landonorris not well
â danielricciardo he cried the whole day
â YourUserName thatâs why i gave him my flowers
â landonorris no i earnt those!
â lilymhe yeah, i still have the bruises!Â
user6 miss rabbit has faintedÂ
YourUserName i enjoyed our father-daughter dance
â fernandoalo_official @ aussiegrit the monegasque is trying to steal our children
â oscarpiastri now iâm in trouble with mark
â YourUserName iâll make it up to you on our honeymoon
â oscarpiastri đłâșïž
user6 fuck you to all the bitches who said they wouldnât last because theyâve never dated anyone else
mclaren what a beautiful couple. i think we need to put those up around MTC
â YourUserName i think zak would really appreciate them in his office
â oscarpiastri what makes you think i havenât already put them up around MTC. gotta keep my wife with me wherever i go
â YourUserName stop making me giggleÂ
user7 definition of soulmatesÂ
arthur_leclerc welcome to the family, yn. even though i asked oscar to leave you behind when he was adoptedÂ
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YourUserName i made somethingÂ
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nicolepiastri and an amazing job you did, sweetheart
â YourUserName i love you đ
â user8 nicer to mama piastri than she is to her own husbandÂ
oscarpiastri i helped
â YourUserName you contributed for like 2 seconds
â oscarpiastri stop being mean to me or i may fall in love with youÂ
â landonorris 2 second wonder
â YourUserName you would know
charles_leclerc iâm too handsome to be a grandpapaÂ
â YourUserName certified gilfÂ
â oscarpiastri i cannot believe you made me read that. i thought you were better than this
â YourUserName whoa, i have never been better than this and you know that but i can blame it on baby hormones this time
â charles_leclerc and oscar will let you get away with it
â oscarpiastri damn right. she just had my baby
landonorris does this mean i get the chance to win godfather of the year
â danielricciardo donât tell me they actually named you godfather. you can barely keep yourself alive
â logansargeant yn got to pick me so oscar was given the choice to pick the other
â oscarpiastri we made the decision together as loving parental unitÂ
â YourUserName the decision was made whilst i was high on gas and motherly loveÂ
â oscarpiastri stop making it sound like i coerced you
â YourUserName you had your top off! of course i was coerced. piastitties
â mclaren yn, no
oscarpiastri sweetheart, i have loved you every day since we were 14 and being by your side these past 9 months, watching you go through such a monumental change, only proved that it was possible for me to love you even more. i canât wait to see our family grow đ
â YourUserName i love you so much, oscie. from growing with you to growing our own mini us, iâd go through all the pain again for forever with you
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Careful What You Wish For
norstappen x F2engineer!reader
summary: F1 is full of well known people, so when you aren't well known, but always around a certain two drivers, people get to digging...
warnings: mmf!relationship, PDA, mature themes, hate comments, nosy people
The season was back underway after a very much needed summer break. It seemed to you that with fans having noting to entertain themselves, they found you very intersesting...
"They're looking for you." Max said one night before the upcoming race weekend, rubbing your thighs. You were straddled over his thighs where he trapped you when you tried getting into bed.
"Let them try." You shrugged, you're account was private and had all the photos of you three. "Maybe we should see how far they go. Send them into a frenzy." Lando suggested. You looked at Max who was smiling. "You two are going to be the reason everyone has a heart attack."
"Possibly."
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f1gossipofficial what a way to jump back into the racing schedule, Landinho posted on his story this morning this picture of him holding a girls hand, but fans have take a closer pic and recognised that the shoe next to the girls hand belongs to Max Verstappen, this all comes after fans discovering close friend of the pilots Y/n L/n who the fans say the hand resembles....
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user56 Y/n has been summoned..
user65 ARIANA... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user46 this makes it seem like a throuple
user78 after the max and drama from the first half, I strongly doubt this is max....
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Walking into the paddock on Thursday at Zandvoort next to Ollie was apart of the plan, even Ollie was in on it. "Maybe I should stay apart of your plans so you can walk me to Ferrari every day." He joked with her. "Whatever Ollie." She laughed as they walked into the team hub.
She sent a text to Max and Lando that she was in the paddock and in Ferrari. She was seeing the tags of herself, Max, and Lando from his recent story.
Maxie: you two are setting the world on fire
Y/N: only because you two hate each other on track
Lan: you know you love us for it
Y/N: i'm not too sure about that
They went the whole day avoiding each other, checking twitter to see if someone had noticed their lack of interactions, and sure enough someone had...
Later that night into Friday morning you were sandwhiched between Max and Lando, both boys were kissing at your neck as you played in their hair. "They would love to know I've got two of the most sought after boys in my bed." You teased them, "then tell them, show them that we're yours." Max said breathlessly hand coming up to the free space on your throat.
Lando hummed mischevoiusly reaching for one of the phones. "No better way than this." He handed you the phone -Max's- with a smug smile.
"Max?" You confirmed. "Whatever you need to do so that we can move this along." His hand squeezed your neck as his free one squeezed over your boob.
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f1gossipofficial friday morning was a surprise to everyone! this morning Y/N L/N made her account public and also revealed her relationship with not one but two drivers in some very intimate pictures.
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user28 she really said here, you've all been asking
user76 oh she lowkey ate with this
user23 NORSTAPPEN SHIPPERS RISE!!!!!
user45 so obsessed with how every other pic is the trio being sluts, then cute ollie, or her and the grid
user67 i love how she has their store links in her bio
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y/n.l/n careful what you wish for...or don't, that's how I got them @.landonorris @.maxvertsappen1
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user45 lando we knew.... but MAX????
acegiovanelli you all saw that daddy shirt.... he bought it himself
user46 lore drop?!?!?! heelloooo?!?!?!?
user32 and the crowd...cheers?? cries??
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Silent Night
Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Youâre home for the holidays and Joel isn't gonna let a drinking contest or a house full of people stop him.
Warnings: PWP ofc, established relationship, mentions of drinking/alcohol, having to keep quiet?, oral (f&m receiving), thigh grinding, creampie, breeding kink, come play, getting caught, I think that's all lmk if I missed anything
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a/n: hiii everyone! I am in fact alive! I'm finally on break from school and this is just a lil something I wrote real quick bc I've been in the holiday spirit since before October even ended hehehe :) Anyway, thank u to the actual loml @undrthelights for beta reading and finding the perfect pics!! It's nice to be back! Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it, support is what keeps writers going!! Love u all!!
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Your hips grind a little harder against his thigh, a soft sight falling from your lips as he licks and sucks at the spot under your ear that drives you absolutely wild. âI don't think I can be quietâ you whisper, gasping softly when his tongue swipes over your pulse. "You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. âYou can do whatever I ask, canât you baby?â
You can hear them downstairs, muffled sounds of Joel and several other of your family members talking and laughing while they sip on the fancy whiskey that your dad was saving for the occasion. You opted out of it, quickly taking up the offer of the first hour or two of alone time youâve had since you arrived at your parents house two days ago instead. You figured Joel could use the time too, talking with your dad and uncles and cousins about whatever men talk about when theyâre doing whiskey tasting in the mancave of a basement.Â
You managed to avoid getting roped into watching a shitty Hallmark Christmas movie with the rest of your family or helping them prep for the big dinner tomorrow. After successfully sneaking away to your old childhood bedroom thatâs now redecorated as a simple guest room, you're left with nothing to do besides relax. First up was a long shower with the water so hot you nearly scalded your skin, and now youâre cozied up in bed, nose buried deep in the middle of your book while the rest of the house buzzed with muted background noise.Â
Time passes without you noticing, too engrossed in your book to keep track, but eventually the bedroom door creaks open, pulling you back to reality. Youâre about to tell off whoever is at the door for interrupting you, but you immediately soften when Joel slips inside, quietly closing the door behind him.Â
He looks so sweet, wrapped up in a thick dark brown sweater, his curls flopping over his forehead, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose with a lopsided smile. His eyes are soft, warm, and a bit glassy as he looks at you like youâre the best thing he ever did see.
"Think your dad is trying to kill me" he says, his words slurring just a bit as he crosses the room over to the bed.
You giggle, watching him plop down on the bed on his back, his head rolling over to look at you, "Are you surprised? He does this to you every year."
It's true, every holiday at your parents house, your dad insists on the whiskey "tasting", which is really just him pouring heavy handed shots and glasses and seeing who's going to be the last one to tap out. Usually it's just him and his brothers in the end, hashing out some decades old sibling rivalry in the form of a drinking contest. And ever since the first time you brought Joel home for the holiday five years ago, your father has insisted on dragging him down there and challenging him too.
The first year was the worst with Joel not heeding any of your warnings about how much liquor your dad would actually push on him. Joel was so sick by the end of the night that he made best friends with the toilet and passed out on the couch, then spent most of the next morning with a massive hangover, apologizing profusely to your dad about it who just laughed and said that he can try again next year.
Thankfully, Joel knows his limits now and has made peace with the fact that he'll never beat your dad at his own game. It doesn't mean that the challenge doesn't still stand.
"No" he mumbles, a dopey smile spreading across his face, "Guess I jus' never expect him to pour shots big enough to knock out a horse"
"How many did you have this time?" You ask, bookmarking your place in the book before setting it aside, sitting up a little straighter and adjusting the pillows behind your back.
"Jus' three."
"Oh, so you are just a lightweight then?"
"I'm not a fuckin' lightweight" he grumbles with a dramatic pout.Â
You laugh as you turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your hand instinctively falls to his hair, a small content sigh falling from his lips as your fingertips skate across his hairline and glide through his soft curls. scooting closer to him and reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, "Okay, baby" you hum, smiling when his eyes fall shut as your nails gently scratch his scalp, "If you say so."
Joel melts under your touch, like a cat basking in the sun, a lazy little grin on his face and a dreamy, far off look in his eyes. His face is still flushed, the tips of his ears and the tops of his cheeks a rosy shade of pink, his lips slightly parted, a few more stray curls falling across his forehead. He looks absolutely gorgeous, and the soft, tender look in his eyes when he finally looks back up at you melts you from the inside out.
You cup the side of his face in your hand and ;ean in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You're so cute when you're drunk" you murmur, moving kissing his cheek.
"M'not drunk"
You pull back to look him in the eye, smiling, "Sure you're not"
"I'm not" he whines, "M'just a lil' tipsy."
"Alright" you hum, pressing a quick kiss to his pouty lips.
Joel follows your mouth with the softest whine when you start to pull back, his large hand cupping the back of your head, holding you still while he kisses you, needy, but still so sweet. The taste of whiskey is heavy on his tongue as it slides against yours, a soft, satisfied noise rumbling in his chest when you part your lips further, kissing him deeper.Â
When he finally lets you break the kiss, you're left just a little breathless and dazed, a giddy feeling swirling low in your belly. His pupils are blown when he looks up at you, his lips spit slick and plump, a lopsided smile on his face. He turns a little more on his side facing you, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt until his hand slips easily underneath like it was meant to be there. The warmth of his palm smoothing up and down the curve of your spine is soothing, his fingers gently tracing over your ribs and the dip of your waist, the slight scratch of his calluses over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.
His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at your lips, licking his own. Realistically, you knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he entered the bedroom. You know how he gets when he's like this, soft, sweet, and incredibly needy. With all the amount of times he tugged you into a bar bathroom after he's had a few, or when Tommy drops him off after a night out and he's already halfway to undressing you before the front door even shuts. You know he's trouble like this, but you can never deny him when he's looking at you like that, like you're the only thing he needs, the only thing he's ever needed.
He leans in to kiss you again, slow and sweet, his fingers splaying on your lower back and keeping you close. His mouth moves languidly against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing your bottle lip and his teeth sinking in the slightest bit to nip and tug, pulling a desperate little sound out from the back of your throat.Â
He sighs at the small sound and starts to lean into you more, using his weight to roll you over until you're flat on your back with him hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head with his knees bracketing your hips. The kisses grow hungrier, wetter, more insistent, his mouth moving against yours like he's trying to breathe the very air from your lungs.Â
He shifts a bit and you moan softly into his mouth when his thigh slots between yours, the firm muscle of his thigh pushing right up against the apex of your thighs, the perfect amount of pressure to make heat spark and smolder in your belly. He does it again, rocking his thigh up against you just a little harder, swallowing the needy whimper that you let out, the heat and friction making you ache.Â
You canât help but grind against his thigh, the seam of your sweatpants pressing against the damp spot thatâs already forming on your panties and digging into your clit just right. Youâre chasing the growing pleasure, the firmness of his thigh and the intoxicating taste of whiskey on his soft lips mixed with the faint trace of his peppermint toothpaste. Youâd give anything to have him, for him to take you, but the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from downstairs is a rude reminder of reality.Â
"Joel" you warn with absolutely no heat in your voice, his lips grazing the sensitive spot under your ear, "We can't.â
He ignores you for a beat, crashing his lips back on yours and kissing you until he needs to come up for air.Â
"We can" he says, his voice gravelly and thick with want, the deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "We're bein' real quiet"
His lips trail across the line of your jaw and up your cheek before landing on your mouth again. The slow, lazy drag of his tongue against yours makes you throb, another soft when escaping you and the muscles in your legs and stomach tightening as you make no effort to stop moving against his thigh.Â
âEveryone will hear usâ you try feebly, knowing itâs futile.Â
Joel smirks against your lips, the bastard. âNah. Iâll be quiet.âÂ
You know he's a damn liar and a bad one at that. In what world could you be quiet with his hands and mouth on you, with his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching you out and filling you up so good that your toes curl? And in what world could he be quiet, not running his mouth about how good you feel, how pretty you look stuffed full of him, how well you take him. You know exactly how it'll go, if the numerous failed previous attempts are anything to go by.
But then his lips are on the side of your neck, and you're forgetting why it matters. You let your eyes fall shut as his lips press gentle, wet kisses up and down the column of your throat, the stubble on his cheeks and chin scratching and tickling in the best way. You're quickly forgetting why this was a bad idea to begin with.
Your hips grind a little harder against his thigh, a soft sight falling from your lips as he licks and sucks at the spot under your ear that drives you absolutely wild. âI don't think I can,â you whisper, gasping softly when his tongue swipes over your pulse point.Â
"You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. âYou can do whatever I ask, canât you baby?âÂ
âI donât- ohâŠâÂ
The rest of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue as he pushes his thigh against you, grinding it up against your core in a way that has your head spinning and toes curling, the pleasure sharp and delicious as it melts into your veins.Â
âThatâs rightâ he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. âYouâll do whatever I say, huh?âÂ
Thereâs a pause and when you open your eyes, his are dark, his pupils blown wide, the deep brown nearly swallowed whole. His hair is tousled and curlier than ever, a few loose strands hanging in his face. His lips are slightly parted, swollen, red, and sick and shiny from your kisses. Heâs an absolute sight and you canât help but nod, eager to do whatever he wants, whatever he asks, because god itâs always worth it.Â
His eyes crinkle a bit at the corners and the lopsided smirk on his face widens. Heâs the fucking devil.Â
Just the thought of him taking you with the rest of the house full of your extended family is making your veins buzz, excitement bubbling low in your belly. But you're well aware of just how thin the walls are and how nosy some members of your family are and you can't fathom how awkward it would be to come down for breakfast the next morning after the whole house heard you getting absolutely railed.
"Itâll be okay" he assures, reading your thoughts, his hands slipping under your shirt again. The fabric bunches up over his wrists as he slides his palms up your torso to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mânot gonna let anyone else hear you. Just me."
Fuck.
His simple words are enough to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in the first place. He had you wrapped around his finger and him around yours, and there was no way you were going to say no to what you know will come next. A jolt of electricity shoots down your spine and settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. Your resolve breaks, your legs falling open further, letting him get even closer, and Joel lets out a soft, happy noise against your mouth.
"Atta girl" he hums, his voice rough and deep, "So good for me, aren't ya baby?"
"Always" you manage to reply, the word more of a sigh as you arch your back, his thumb teasing your nipple until it's pebbled and hard.
He gives into you easily, tugging your shirt up and over your head. His mouth lands on your chest as soon as itâs exposed, immediately licking and kissing across your collarbones and the swell of your breast. He noses along the valley between them, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he nips and sucks at the supple flesh until a red mark rises to the surface.Â
You squirm beneath him, his leg still nestled perfectly between yours and pressing against you every time he shifts. The pressure is building in your gut, your clit aching and throbbing. The feeling is almost too much with his hot wet mouth now wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak making it harder and harder for you to keep quiet.Â
âJoel,â you hiss, the word half warning and half plea.Â
âHush, babyâ he mumbles against your skin. His fingers replace his mouth, pinching and teasing your swollen, spit-slick nipple as he kisses across your chest to lavish your other nipple with the same attention.Â
âGotta be quiet, remember?â he says when he pulls back, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. âUnless you want everyone hearinâ yaâÂ
You open your mouth to say something in protest, to tell him that heâs making things a lot harder right now, but then he starts moving, sliding down the bed and the words die in your throat. The look he gives you as he settles on his stomach between your thighs is sinful, his eyes dark and mischievous, his lips pulled up into a smirk.Â
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, slowly pulling them along with your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare. Your stomach swoops at the sight of his eyes trained to your center and your thighs twitch, wanting to snap shut and hide. But his hands on both of your thighs keep you spread open for him. You swallow thickly, your breath catching in your throat, the anticipation building in the pit of your belly as your slick starts to drip down the cleft of your ass.Â
Joelâs mouth falls open slightly, a shaky breath escaping him. âFuck, babyâ he sighs, tongue darting out to lick his cherry red lips, his eyes glazing over. A small, content smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, a swell of pride blossoming in your chest. He looks wrecked, like a starving man eyeing his first meal, and the way he's looking at you so intently, like you're the best thing he's ever seen, the thing that's kept him alive all these years, is making your heart pound almost painfully in your chest.Â
âFucking gorgeous,â he praises, his hand running along the inside of your thigh. âAnd all mine.âÂ
Like he canât wait another second, heâs leaning in and licking a long, wet stripe up your center, dragging his tongue through your folds from your leaking hole to your swollen, needy clit. The feeling of his tongue on you pulls a soft, broken sound from you. You clap your hand over your mouth as your head spins, a rush of pleasure washing over you making the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitch and flex.Â
He does it again and again, and every time his tongue flicks over the swollen bud, you let out a soft whine that sounds far too loud in the otherwise quiet room.
He groans against you, his mouth already wet and messy as he laps at your pussy like he's starving for it, like he would die without tasting you. His eyes are locked on yours, the look in them so dark and primal that it makes your walls clench, more slick freely leaking out of you and onto his tongue. He laps it up happily, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as his mouth works your clit.
He lets out a quiet, breathy moan when you slide your hand through his hair once again, your fingers tangling in and pulling on the soft brown strands. His eyes flutter shut, a shuddery exhale falling from his parted lips, and the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your wet, sensitive center has you stifling another high pitched whimper.
You roll your hips up against his face, desperate for more, and he gets the hint, the flat of his tongue swiping up through your folds a few more times before he dips it into your entrance, pushing in and out while his nose nudges at your clit. You're writhing beneath him, tugging at his hair, trying so hard to be quiet but failing miserably, soft, desperate little noises pouring out of your mouth. You know he's loving it too, making no effort to keep your noises at bay, not giving a single fuck about who might hear.
He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you jolt, your hips rolling up to meet him. You're panting, the hand that isn't buried in his hair gripping the sheets tight enough that your knuckles turn white, and your back arches when his tongue fucks in and out of you faster, rougher.
"Joel, fuck" you gasp, "I- I'm-
He growls, the sound muffled by your pussy, the vibrations and the feeling of his stubble dragging along your inner thighs making your toes curl, the familiar coil in your belly tightening, your thighs trembling.
He doubles down, bringing a hand between your legs to replace his tongue with two thick fingers sinking into you and curling up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars, his tongue circling your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, his mouth and hand working in tandem to pull you apart.
"Fuck, I'm close" you whimper, his fingers crooking against that spot inside of you, sending white hot fire coursing through your veins as your slick leaks down his fingers and into his palm like hot honey.Â
He hums, sucking your clit between his lips, and your legs clamp around his head, your hand tightening in his hair as your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching off the mattress, a muffled, broken moan spilling out from behind your hand. He fucks you through it, his tongue flattening out against your clit while the tips of his fingers rub against that sweet spot inside of you, sending more sparks of pleasure tingling up and down your spine.
When it's too much, when the sensitivity makes tears prick in the corners of your eyes, you make a feeble attempt to push him away. He pulls back, sitting up on his knees, his chin and cheeks wet with your slick, his pupils blown so wide that the brown is almost completely swallowed up by black. He stares at you, his gaze so heavy and intense that it makes another shiver run down your spine.
"You're not being very quiet" he smirks as he moves off the bed to stand up.
You roll your eyes, still coming down from the aftershocks, your thighs quivering, "Yeah, no shit" you mutter, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He chuckles as he pulls off his sweater and the t-shirt underneath it before he starts unbuckling his belt and working on his jeans. You sit up, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, reaching out and batting his hands away, taking over and quickly unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down.
He doesn't protest, letting you push his jeans and boxers down his legs until he kicks them all the way off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs, flushed a deep red with slippery precum beading at the tip. You reach out, wrapping your hand around the base and taking a moment or two to revel in the familiar weight and warmth of him in your hand.
He shudders, a low moan rumbling in his chest, his eyes slipping shut as his hand moves to cup the back of your head. He watches you intently as you take your time, lazily stroking him, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the leaking tip and tracing the throbbing veins that run along the sides. His breathing grows heavy, his jaw clenching and his stomach muscles twitching as he tries so hard not to buck his hips up into the loose circle of your fist.
"C'mon, sweetheart" he pleads, the words leaving his mouth as a low, breathless groan, "Get me all nice and wet for you."
He doesn't have to ask twice. You lean forward and you dart your tongue out to lap up the bead of precum, humming at the salty, bitter taste of it, swirling the flat of your tongue over the head of his cock, your hand pumping the rest of his shaft. His breath catches in his throat, a stuttered curse falling from his lips when you dip your tongue into the slit, teasing more precum out.
He groans, his grip on the back of your head tightening, urging you to take him into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. You sink down, flattening your tongue and taking him all the way until he hits the back of your throat, the tip of his cock brushing against the roof of your mouth. You breathe through your nose, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around him, and the deep, guttural groan that he lets out has you squirming, slick leaking out of your cunt and onto the sheets below.
"There ya go" he pants, his head lolling back, "Oh, baby, that's it. S'fuckin' perfect."
You pull off, a string of spit and precum connecting his cock to your bottom lip, and you look up at him through your lashes.
"Need to be quiet" you remind him, "Or else I'll stop"
He lets out a shaky breath and nods, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He's not used to keeping quiet, not used to not telling you how good you feel, not used to not begging you to let him cum in that low, raspy tone that never fails to make you weak.
"I'll be good," he whispers, breathless and needy. "Promise."
Your stomach swoops at his words, arousal burning bright in your belly. Unable to stay away for much longer, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock. His hips jerk, another drop of precum leaking out. You lick it up, swirling your tongue around the sensitive, swollen tip before sinking down again. You take him into the wet heat of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him, bobbing your head slowly and steadily.
He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood trying with all his might to keep his noises in as you drool all over his cock. He can't take his eyes off you, watching the way he disappears into the slick heat of your mouth. You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around him, spit dripping down his cock and leaking out the corners of your mouth while your eyes water as you take him as far as you can.
You take him deeper, and you swallow, your throat convulsing around him, and the way his whole body shudders makes you smile, proud of the effect you have on him. He's so big and thick, and you both know you can't fit him all the way down your throat, but seeing you try your best is enough to make his thighs start to shake.Â
His cock hits the back of your throat again and again, the tip dipping into the soft, warm, tight space, and Joel's breathing is getting heavier and faster, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows knitted together.
"Shit" he grits out under his breath, "That's it, sweetheart. That's fuckin' it."
The praise goes straight between your legs, a fresh wave of slick leaking out of you and it's too tempting to resist, so you slip your hand between your thighs and rub circles around your clit, moaning softly around his cock.
He hisses, his eyes snapping down, watching your hand disappear between your legs.
"Are you touchin' yourself?" he asks, the words coming out rough and choked, his eyebrows raised.
You nod, sliding a finger into yourself, and you pull off his cock, panting, a thin strand of spit connecting the head to your bottom lip.
"Can't help it" you whine pathetically, your voice already raspy from how far his cock had been down your throat.
Joel groans, his dick twitching, and he's had enough. He takes a step back, and you let go, a little confused and worried that you've done something wrong. But he just takes hold of your arms and yanks you off the bed, his strong hands easily manhandling you, and then he's pushing you, turning you around and bending you over the side of the mattress.
"Oh" you breathe out, bracing yourself on your forearms, arching your back, sticking your ass up in the air.
You don't have to wait long for him to move. His hand is smoothing over your ass, the other one guiding his cock towards your sopping cunt. He teases the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and dragging his head over your swollen clit a few times before lining himself up and sinking in.
You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, letting out a stuttering breath, the familiar, delicious burn of his thick cock stretching you out making your eyes roll back into your head. You've made peace with the face that you'll never be used to his size. It'll always be too much, the feeling of him pushing into, forcing your walls to make room for him will always make you clench and shiver.
He's got his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he bottoms out, his hips flush with the curve of your ass with the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. He holds himself there for a moment, both of you adjusting to the feeling, and you're trying so hard not to moan, to keep your noises muffled by the mattress, and you know Joel's struggling too, his jaw clenched tight and his brow furrowed.
"Good girl" he whispers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, "Taking my cock so well, aren't ya?"
You nod, whimpering, your fingers twisting in the sheets.
He pulls back and thrusts back in, setting a steady, slow rhythm, the wet slide of his cock making the most obscene sounds. And it's driving you crazy, the need to let out loud, your chest burning with the effort of keeping your noises in. He keeps his pace slow, not wanting to make more noise with his hips snapping against your ass. Itâs nearly tortuous though, the drag of his cock in and out of you so slow that you can feel every ridge as he takes his sweet time. You can only handle it for a few moments before the tingling hints of pain from the stretch subside and the burning need for him to fuck you senseless takes over.
"Joel" you whine, "Faster, please."
He leans over you, his front pressed against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You're not gonna stay quiet if I do," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, "Just take what I give you, sweetheart."
You're so worked up, the slow pace makes you even more desperate for him, and you can't help it, you need more, and you reach a hand back and grab his hip, urging him to speed up.
"I-I'll try" you promise, "Please, just- Just fuck me, Joel, please"
He hesitates, but the way you're squirming beneath him is so tempting, and the way his cock is throbbing and dripping inside of you is telling him that he needs more too.
Before you can say anything else, he's pulling back, the thick, heavy weight of him sliding out of you. You whimper at sudden empty feeling but you don't have time to complain before he's flipping you over onto your back and scooting you up the bed before climbing on top of you. You canât help but notice how big he is, the muscles flexing smoothly in his strong arms that box you in as he hovers above you, nearly encompassing your entire body underneath his. His mouth is on yours before you can even blink, his tongue slipping past your lips and kissing you like his life depends on it.
He settles between your legs, his hips nestled in the cradle of your thighs, his cock dragging along your clit again warm and heavy, and you gasp, the sound swallowed by his mouth. You're squirming again, desperate to feel him stretch you out more and he takes mercy on you, reaching between your bodies and grabbing the base of his cock, guiding the thick head towards your entrance.
"Gotta be quiet, baby" he warns, his eyes boring into yours as he looks down at you. "Those pretty noises are just for me, yeah? Can't have anyone hearin' 'em."
You nod frantically and the next second he's pushing in, the fat head of his cock forcing its way into you and bottoming out in one smooth motion. You let out a gasp that's definitely too loud but Joel is quick to remedy it, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, his fingers splaying across your cheek.
"Shh" he shushes you, his hips rolling, the slow, lazy drag of his cock against your walls making you clench around him. Your eyes roll back, your back arching as his hand stops all the whiny little sounds you can't help but make. He continues to fuck you slow and deep, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet cunt, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the room.
You can't take your eyes off him, watching his eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he fucks you, his brows knitted together and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He looks beautiful like this, sweat glistening on his skin, his jaw tight, and his eyes shut tight, his mouth hanging open with his breaths coming out in soft, barely audible pants.
"Mmm" he hums, his hips picking up speed, his cock pushing impossibly deeper. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. Fuck."
You reflexively clench around him and a shudder runs through his whole body.
"Gettin' real tight" he pants, "Tryna milk the cum right outta me, huh? Tryna make me fill up that pretty pussy?"
You whimper into his palm, your pussy fluttering, a fresh wave of slick coating his cock, and he groans, his hips picking up speed.
"S'what you want?" he asks in a hushed tone, his hand still pressed firmly over your mouth. "You want me to fill you up? Make a mess of that pretty pussy? Breed you until you're fuckin' stuffed, baby girl?"
Your back arches off the bed, the coil in your belly so tight that you think you might pass out. He's rambling, his thrusts losing rhythm, his breathing getting ragged and choppy, his chest heaving and his thighs shaking.
"That's it" he coaxes when you tighten around him even more, "Can feel it, can feel how close you are. Go on, baby, cum on my cock. Wanna feel that tight, wet cunt cum all over my cock, please, baby."
His hips snap forward, his cock pushing deep into you, the tip rubbing against the spongy spot deep inside you that makes the coil in your belly finally snap. Your eyes roll back, a muffled, broken moan falling from your lips as your entire body convulses, your orgasm washing over you and making your toes curl as your walls flutter around his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
Joel lets out a deep, low groan, his hips stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hand slips away from your mouth so he can grip your hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you in place so he can chase after his own release. His chest is tight as he holds in his grunts and groans, but itâs barely any use with the lewd noises that fill the room as your pussy gushes around him, your slick leaking past the tight seal of your walls around him and dripping down to his balls.Â
"Oh, shit, baby. Christ,â he chokes out, his stomach muscles clenching as his hips slam into yours, his cock pushing impossibly deeper and harder. âKeep makinâ a mess, keep lettinâ me feel it. Thatâs it. Fuckinâ hell.âÂ
You can feel his cock starting to throb inside of you and you know heâs close. And you canât stop the words from leaving your mouth, the need to let him know just how good heâs making you feel is destroying any bit of common sense.Â
âWant you to fill me up,â you whine. âPlease, Joel, wanna feel it.âÂ
Thatâs all it takes. His jaw clenches, his nose scrunching as his eyes squeeze shut. His cock twitches and pulses as he buries himself as deep as he can get before spilling into, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his cum. His hips jerking and stuttering d you clench around him, squeezing and milking him for everything he has while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his broken, ragged moans against your skin.
"So good,â he whimpers. âFuckinâ perfect.âÂ
The praise goes straight between your legs and you wrap your arm around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He lifts his head, his palm resting on your cheek as he lifts his head and presses his lips against yours, kissing you languidly. His hips rock back and forth lazily, pushing his cum in as deep as he can get it. You melt into the bed underneath him, the only things keeping you tethered to the earth being your fingers combing through his hair and your legs tightening around his waist.
When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, and you're both left panting, trying to catch your breath. You listen to the muffled sounds of people downstairs, the movie playing and their drunken voices filtering in through the door, and Joel must be thinking the same thing because he chuckles.
"Well" he says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your cheekbone, "I don't think anyone heard us."
"You better hope they didn't" you retort, a grin on your face. Joel rolls his eyes. "That's a weird way to say thank you" he teases. You start to laugh, but the sound dies in your throat, morphing to a whimper instead when he starts pulling out his softening cock.
"Joel" you whine, but he doesn't stop. "Joel, please. It's-"
He's not listening, he's too focused on the way his cock looks when he pulls out. The tip slips out of you, and the rest follows, and his eyes widen as he watches a string of thick, sticky cum stretch from the tip of his cock to your cunt. It breaks, falling to your thigh, and he licks his lips. He can't tear his eyes away, watching the way your cunt flutters, and his cum starts to drip out, running down your slit, the obscene sight making Joel's spent cock twitch.Â
"Shit" he mutters under his breath, "Ain't that a pretty picture."
He reaches down, dragging a finger through the mess of cum and slick and gathering it on his finger before pushing it back into your cunt. You clench around the digit before he sighs and pulls it back out.
"Gonna be leaking all day tomorrow" he murmurs, almost to himself.
You whimper, the thought of having him dripping out of you all day like that has renewed arousal already seeping into your veins.Â
âItâs okayâ he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. âIâll take care ya. Clean you up and put my cock back in right where it belongs, howâs that sound, hm?âÂ
You sigh, nodding, a wave of fatigue washing over you. âSounds perfect,â you agree.Â
You watch as he climbs off of you and starts to move, but a sudden, sharp sound of knuckles knocking on the other side of the bedroom door makes you both freeze.Â
âYou two are fucking disgusting!â the voice of your cousin calls out, accompanied by the sound of a couple other people giggling and laughing. âPut some goddamn clothes on and get down here!âÂ
You and Joel exchange glances, his eyes wide and apologetic, his cheeks burning bright red as you give him a look that says I told you so.Â
âAlright, alright, weâre comingâ he yells back.Â
âWeâre coming! Oh, yeah weâre coming!â another voice teases, the sound of everyone bursting out laughing quickly follows.Â
âWeâre never doing that againâ Joel mutters and you canât help but chuckle.Â
âYeah right. Keep telling yourself thatâ
Thank you for reading!!! Plsss let me know if you enjoyed hehehe
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could u do some head cannons of how katsuki texts pls!!! esp if heâs separated with reader and Has to text as the only communication other than calling
OUUU this ask is soo cute i especially love that hes textin cus hes missin us :((
i feel like he is SO the type to text you any second he can SPARE. since he cant call you as much as he wants to and i fully believe he'd much rather call (so he can hear your voice he's sappy on the low) and he's extra grumpy about it, so he works w what he has.
he texts you pretty much every second he can and it ranges from a "make sure you eat something, dummy <3" to "i'm going to kill every single fucking person in this room" LOLOLOL and these mostly come when he's in meetings bored out of his mind.
he constantly asks for pictures too, like you could be like "oh i just saw the cutest little kitty :33 !!" n he's like
"send me a pic" and when you send it he's like "i meant one of you but i'll take it"
you're eating ? send him a pic your outfit of the day ? send him a vid and give him a twirl while you're at it. he wants to see you as much as possible to make up for the fact he's not there.
very much not a people person so most of the time you'll def catch him glaring at his phone (usually when he's waiting for a reply from you) and occasionally smiling at it for a few seconds (when you send him a picture, something funny or cute) before he covers it up w his hand.
he makes it a habit of calling whenever he gets more free time, and usually when you're about to go to sleep just to wish you goodnight, and by that i mean threaten you to go to bed and adding a lil love you it cus he's such a dreamboat
"you better be knocked out as soon as i hang up, okay ? if i found out you spent the night scrolling through your feed yer done for. good night, love you."
yeahyeah very mushy missy guy
much luv !!
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Please please I need him!!
ZZZ Lighter NSFW ALPHABET
Listen I know I'm writing for him before he comes out shut up!! Let me be Delulu and kiss him
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
He likes to hold you close and feel up your body, lay his lips on your skin and tell you how good you were. He likes to talk about everything you did to make him cum.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Your hips, something nice to grab onto soft or muscular he doesn't care He likes the feeling of his finger into your soft skin.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to shoot his cum all over you and inside you but what really gets him off something he's kind of embarrassed about is seeing your face covered in his cum. It does things to him.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
One time the two of you play wrestled when you were being a brat and annoying him and he feeling his big hands grasped around your wrists and you're squirming body brushing against his Light got so hard.
It took him hours to calm down. And now all he can think about is manhandling you and pinning you to the ground like a real villain taking you by force with pure strength. It's not something he would ever do to you obviously.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Lighter has had partners before. So he knows what he's doing but he'd rather know what you like come on you can tell him he promises he'll be gentle.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes when you sit in his lap His fingers digging into your ass or hips bouncing you up and down, where He can see your whole body and kiss you if he wants to.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He does goof off when he sees how stressed you are. He wants you to enjoy this as much as he is. To make you relax he'll make you laugh maybe crack a joke or two.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He shaves every now and then so he doesn't have to worry about his hair down there for a while when he's on the road or doing something else.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He doesn't do it often but when he does Your heart will be so full to the point of bursting.
His favorites include late night rides under the stars before taking you. Massaging your shoulders before His hands start dipping lower and lower. Drawing you a warm bath and then slipping inside with you when you're not looking.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Lighter masturbates a lot, a lot more than he should. He can't help how he feels about you. Be prepared for a dick pic.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I can see him like marking. Bite marks and hickeys and he'll make sure people see them. I can also see him liking restraints, Cuffs, rope or his own hands He wants to make sure you're nice and submissive.
He's a bit of a brat tamer as well.
He wants to degrade you but also praise you at the same time.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Doing it somewhere in public like an alleyway getting a rush at the idea of someone walking in on him taking you raw. But don't worry you're pretty little head He knows the outer ring like the back of his hand no one's gonna see you, The only person who gets to hear and see you like this is him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything with risk involved. Something that really gets his adrenaline pumping. Whether it be fucking in public, breeding you, rough housing, or you sending a risky text. Catch him off guard and he'll be at your door in seconds.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He will not, under any circumstances. Share you with anyone. He doesn't like sharing.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers receiving, He would love nothing more than your pretty little mouth taking more than you can handle his cum running down your overfilled mouth.
But He does not mind at all watching you ride squirm and scream his name on his tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He apologizes if he slams his hips to roughly and to you sometimes he doesn't know his own strength. When he gets so caught up and how much and tight you squeeze him, he might go a little harder than he wants to. Sometimes he'll get carried away and start moving his hips faster.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes. He'll mess up your guts then send you off to your friends.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Oh he experiments anything to keep you on your toes. And when it comes to risky sex... He lives for it! What an adrenaline junkie...
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a fighter, He's fit and he tends to have more stamina which is good for him since he likes to force orgasms out of you like it's nothing not so good for you...
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He's okay on toys. He understands that toys can be used to tease you more or heighten your pleasure but he rather be the only one inside you. Maybe he could use it to fill your other holes.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can't help that such degrading words slip from his tongue. He doesn't try to use them often. And he'll tease you till you beg. He wants to hear those sweet words and those cute little eyes fill with tears and you're quivering little lips.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Pretty quiet The most you'll get out of him is grunts stifled moans or growls.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Lighter can be pretty possessive as a partner. Mostly protective. And it kind of shows during sex.
Almost exclusively calls you pet names. But every now and then on rare occasions when you got him so worked up he will say your name.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Big cock with heavy full balls, it's thick veiny and uncut.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He may not look it, He is always down to fuck you. He always wants to have you if he wants to he could use you everyday.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Can easily last a couple rounds and even then the first thing he does is shower after he waits for you to fall asleep.
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Katsuki doesn't believe in love at first sight
Katsuki never believed in love at first sight. How could someone meet eyes and feel as if a thunder ruptured down from the skies and struck them? To love someone means to accept every part of them and to be able to incorporate them into your everyday life. It means building a brand new everyday with that person.
In order to do so you need to know a lot about them. Who they are, what are their plans for the future, what is their character and so on. Then you need to see if you are compatible in many spheres. You need to invite them to your friends group to see if itâll hit off, you should try living together, they need to get to know your parents.
There are simply so many things to check off the list in order to be able to say you love someone. Otherwise itâs just empty words. I love you here and there. I love you for a week. I love you when you do as I please. Bullshit.
Mina constantly pestered Katsuki that his definition of love feels more like a chore or a job interview than like something a human would be able to accomplish. It wasnât his fault he had some standards everyone else seemed to lack.
So even now Katsuki doesnât like to admit that he fell in love at first sight, because it wasnât the first time when he looked at you.
A quiet ping of his phone tore him out of his work. A new message from someone he didnât recognise. Without much thought he opened the text.
[Hi, you may not know me but we go to the same lecture on Wednesday at 1 PM. I heard you have neat notes and wanted to ask if it wouldnât be a problem if you send me todayâs ones. IÂ got sick and couldnât come and I wouldnât want to fall behind with the material. Thanks!]
Geez, was there a longer way to type it? Couldnât you just write: can you give me notes? On the other hand he always complained about people being douchebags.
Clicking onto your profile Katsuki saw a cheesy photo and a few posts from your daily life and vacations. Nothing much to be honest. Yet, he could vaguely remember your face around the people who entered the lecture hall. It wonât hurt to help.
[Sure]
[File attached]
Pushing his phone to the far end of his desk he went back to work. A few minutes later there was another quiet ding and this time Katsuki felt irritation bubbling inside him. It was you once again.
[Thank you so much!]
[I owe you]
[If you ever need anything feel free to write]
Whatever.
It only took a week for Katsuki to be indeed looking for help from someone. Once in a while, during his hero training, he was forced to pair up with someone in order to work on his rescue skills. Usually theyâd use dummies but some fucktard in the course planning team decided that it would be most helpful if the students could train with a real human.
Normally Katsuki would ask Mina. Heâd swallow his pride and force himself to listen to her babbling for two hours. Just to get it done. Unfortunately, Mina dumped him today, leaving only a [sorry, not feeling well, find someone else]. Damned flu season.
Who was he supposed to ask now, Denki?
As he scrolled down his chats, your profile pic flew by making Katsuki halt.
If you ever need anything feel free to write.
Screw it, you said it yourself, might as well find a person already and move on with his day. He typed a quick explanation and pushed the send button. The day was nearing the afternoon when you responded.
[Sure, if itâs two hours I can make it. Send me when and where I should be]
He shrugged and gave you the address for today's training.
In the early evening Katsuki found himself trotting towards his usual fighting ground absentmindedly. He was thinking about something related to work at Mirukoâs when the idea flew out of his head. You were there, he could see you from afar, walking in circles in front of the main door.
Were you an idiot? It was the middle of winter and the early evening cold tore through layers of warm coats to sink into your bones. Why werenât you entering the building to warm up a bit.
Thatâs why Katsuki is so stubborn about the whole love at first sight thing. It certainly wasnât that exact moment when his heart skipped a beat because of you. You were shivering, hiding your chin and red tinted cheeks deeper into the collar of your winter coat. When you spotted him you reached out a gloved hand and waved.
âWhat the fuck are you doing outside, get in there or youâll catch another cold.â He persisted, ushering you towards the entrance.
âWow, good evening to you too.â You looked at him from under your woollen hat, surprised to get yelled at first thing you see him. Though, you did hear the upcoming pro-hero Dynamite, who went to the same lecture as you, was rather intense. âI donât know, this place just looks fancy. Didnât want to stand inside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.â
âSo you stood outside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.â
âExactly.â
He let you in and showed you around. After leaving your coat and getting a warm tea (his idea), you were ready to help with his training. The support students and university staff running around asked you to take off any unnecessary piece of clothing such as jewellery or sweaters that could get in the way. You gladly went through with their instructions.
You b-lined another student, a senior support course, who showed you the place where youâd be waiting to be rescued. The spacious arena was moulded into the shape of a city. Some buildings were fine, others rundown as if a villain attack rolled over them. There were paveways and roads, streetlamps and plastic trees. You even spotted a car, though it didnât look like it could take off anytime soon.Â
âIt will look the same over and over. You sit or lie down in the place where I leave you and wait for your hero.â Your guide briefed the rules. âAnd every time pick out a different scenario and tie the band in the place that is put on it.â He handed you a dozen of ribbons with small notes attached to them. The first one you grabbed read: broken arm (tie around elbow).
âSure.â You nodded your head and he left you on the second floor of a wannabe office building. There were a few chairs scattered around and a table that had a weird bite mark on it. You obediently wrapped the band around your arm and sat down on the floor, waiting.
You wondered how itâll be, to get fake rescued. You were never in such a situation, always watching the villains from the comfort of your TV rather than first hand. What was Dynamiteâs quirk? Suddenly you felt stupid for not knowing. On the other hand, you were never up to date with new heroes and all the popularity polls or colourful magazines. Guess youâd just have to wait and see.
Katsuki didnât leave you for long. You were counting the pieces of shattered glass beneath your feet when a series of explosions passed beside the building. The small pieces you were meticulously adding shook and you let out a squeak when something heavy hit the wall behind you.
âShut up, it's me.â Craning your neck, you saw Dynamiteâs face, upside down, looking at you. He was halfway through the window. âWhat have you got?â
âGod, you scared me.â You chuckled but quickly shut your mouth. The guide asked you to play the best victim you can. Victims shouldnât laugh.
Dynamite hopped in front of you and crouched to read the note attached to your elbow. He mumbled something in the lines of fucking scenario and looked you straight in the eye.
âIâm gonna get you out of here.â
There wasnât anything dramatic going on, it was even quiet outside save for a few shouts here and there. Yet, there was just something in a bulked man looking at you and promising you protection, one secured by his own arms. You felt like the guy from the firefighters video.
You couldnât stop the giggle at the thought.
âWhat the fuck are you laughing at?â Dynamite spat.
âNothing, nothing.â You shook your hands in front of your still laughing face. âOh shit, this oneâs supposed to be broken. Okay, just save me already.â You really fought with the snicker but the cheesiness and awkwardness of the whole situation had you in a chokehold.
âWhatever.â The hero sighed, visibly annoyed, and scooped you into his hands like a sack of potatoes. âIâll need you to wrap your legs around me. Push the broken arm into my chest and use your healthy one to hold onto me.â
You did as instructed and glued yourself to him as tight as you could. He still held you with one of his arms and just when you started to wonder how the two of you would get down from the second floor he jumped out of the window.
A scream escaped your lips but it was muffled by a loud explosion.
For the next two hours you flew through the air in Dynamiteâs hands over and over again. He held you in different ways, depending on your supposed injury, but every time you landed into the safe zone, you realised you were the first or nearly the first. That guy was quick like hell.
The last scenario rolled over and it was a panic attack. You were supposed to be physically fine but otherwise unresponsive and difficult to work with due to your shock. Dynamite tried to take extra steps to calm you down, speaking about how heâll take you to safety and how it will all be over in a second. It looked like he was having a hard time.
âI need to touch you to take you somewhere safe.â He said, wrapping one of his hands around you.
When you were both at the safe zone, with cardboard paramedics to take care of you, Dynamite did something different. Instead of leaving you in the place where the group of injured would grow, he carried you straight to the ambulance.
âShe has a panic attack.â He said to the empty fake vehicle and you just couldnât take any more of it. You erupted in a fit of laughter. Your body shook in his hands and you gripped the X on his uniform to steady yourself. âWhat the fuck?â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â You tried to explain but the laughter squeezed your throat. âIâm a shitty actor.â
âI see that.â Dynamite grumbled.
âDo you really need to talk to cardboard people and empty vehicles for two hours every week?â You asked, wiping a tear from your cheek.
âIs it really that fucking funny?â
âNo, no! I get it.â You finally calmed down, letting go of the front of his costume. âItâs not that funny, maybe a bit but not that much. I think Iâm just in a good mood.â You shrug your shoulders. âIt was fun, flying with you, like a free rollercoaster ride.â You gave him a big, big smile. A big genuine smile. A big, genuine, lovely smile, with your eyes closed and teeth out and cheeks tinted pink.
People are stupid. Thatâs what Katsuki thinks. Itâs not love at first sight. Itâs love because of a single sight.
Even though Katsuki came to some fundamental conclusions in the topic of love he would get all defensive and intense when he was asked about how the two of you met. It would sound way better if he could say the two of you met, then started to talk more, then went on a date and agreed to meet each other and so on. He just felt so stupid, so awkward and silly when he had to admit that all it took for you was a single smile to make his heart skip a beat.
The worst part? It felt a little pathetic honestly, as if people never smiled at him, but truthly they didnât, not like that. Not like you.
Katsuki still doesnât believe in love at first sight. Yet, every other piece of his meticulously calculated equation of love was torn down and rewritten, all of which he gladly took.
#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou#katsuki bakugou#mha#bakugo#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#college au
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suna rintaro headcanons
general:
has a meme folder in his phone with over 2000 pics & videos and uses them as reaction photos frequently
some are even of the twins LOL
has a google drive of all the school fight videos and charges people for them
hes actually really smart but chooses not to try in school?
suuuper close with his little sister
she calls him all the time when hes away at school (since hes not from hyogo)
they play roblox together every night
they play those princess roleplay games (fantasia) and a lot of dress to impress
hes literally a top model by now
he really like indie films esp horror movies
has never picked up a book in his life
he owns wired apple headphone for the "aesthetic"
the twins clown him for them and flex their airpods
hes an avid wearer of the uniqlo airism tee
has a silver chain he never takes off
lowkey would be a stalker and have burner ig and tiktok accounts
nonchalant king
literally hes so mysterious and girls looove that
he ran an anonymous account on instagram rating all the water fountains at school
had a lot of followers ngl
he takes his bed very seriously
like weighted blanket, silk sheets, the weighted dino stuffed animal from target, fresh water by his bed, magnesium and melatonin at night
doesn't let anyone sit in it with outside clothes on
neevvverrrr lets the twins sit in it
definitely uses "yh" when hes texting (absolutely tf not)
as a boyfriend:
he was plottin on you since the start
but bc hes nonchalant af you had no idea
hes really perceptive so he could kinda tell you reciprocated those feelings
so he took that as his sign and he confessed first
he was super casual about it
you guys were walking back to the dorms after his practice one day and he just kinda dropped it on you
"yo can i tell you something"
LMAOOOO
he was kindddd of awkward about it
but its ok!! now youre dating!!!
his love language is def physical touch
this man takes his cuddling time SERIOUSLY
youre one of the only people he frequently lets in his bed
you guys stay up till 2 am cuddling and giggling with one another about stupid shit
so many sneaky sleepovers (the dorms dont usually allow opposite genders in the same room)
yall r one of those couples that sit in the corner and talk shit about everyone in the room like whispering in each others ears and laughing
esp about the twins
you two have a very long streak of word hunt going back and forth
you guys also send a lot of voice memos ranting back and forth
his sister loves you!! she doesn't have an older sister, so you fill that role. only so much that suna can do for her
she texts you a lot too lol
you join them in playing roblox every night
so many 2 am convenience store runs
#haikyuu#hq x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna x you#suna x y/n#suna rintaro headcanons#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x y/n#suna headcanons
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