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pcyren · 3 months ago

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（ OSCAR PIASTRI ）✶ ── APRIL FOOLS

✶ summary : some people ship you and oscar and some people don't even know that you're aware of each other's existence so your latest post really gets people riled up.

✶ category : smau

✶ notes : heyyyyyy. short little smau to get back into the swing of things, maybe I'll post more, probably not. this is for the anon who asked me about this months ago. i'm so sorry, I hated all the other versions of this and finally got some inspiration the other day and now i'm running with it. times and dates? irrelevant! spelling mistakes? (mostly) intentional !

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oscarpiastri at long last love has arrived

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user somebody shoot me, like right now

user what. the. fuck.

user happy April 1st!!! hahaha!!!! so funny!!! very practical jokester!!!

user the way they look at each other 😭😭😭

user shayne and courtney core

user sobbing, nobody talk to me right now

user congratulations 🎉

user love that i clicked on your post notification and immediately got attacked😊

user please say this is for a movie

user idk, these look a little TOO real

user to LAURYN HILL??!?!! oh I'm kms if this isn't real

user i think i missed a few chapters...

user honey, the book wasn't even published

user what a beautiful couple 😍

lando you guys are unbelievable

user oh so it's fake, thanks for the confirmation

lando where did i say that?

user oh so it's real❓

lando didn't say that either

user you're a horrible person and not even your good looks can save you

lando so you think i'm good looking, thank you😏

user oh who is you

user oh Oscar's decided to become an actor, good for him

user even you don't believe that

user SOMEONE SAY SIKE RN

user real or not, they look so good together

user WHAT DO YOU MEAN YN LN AND OSCAR PIASTRI NOT ONLY KNOW EACH OTHER BUT ARE MARRIED??!!??!???

user life is not real

user craziest crossover

user please god, let this be real, i need this

user I really want to be it to be real but this literally looks like a movie and yn is an actor

user a movie with their friends and family?

user well, you can't really see their faces and movies always need extras

user not even joking, i genuinely dropped to my knees in despair

user the mclaren admin is going through it in the comments and they're so me

user real ones know oscar's been dating someone

user BUT HER?!??!! how did he keep that a secret

user genuinely don't know, if i was dating yn, i'd be singing it from the rooftops

user guess that's why they're married and you're alone

user 😦 too soon

user i basically stalk him and i didn't even know

user uhhh that's not...

user going in for more kisses?? destroyed me

nicolepiastri Welcome to the family(officially)! We're so excited to have you.

user everybody pack it up, nicole just confirmed it

user i won't believe it until april 3 bc she loves to go along with a joke

user i'm gonna cry

user this is how I'm gonna announce my relationship, no soft launching, just pictures from my wedding

user am i being punked rn

hattiepiastri finally oscar's done something useful! so happy to be able to call you my sister

user mans is literally a f1 driver but rn his biggest accomplishment is marrying yn

user well yes!

user this is so sweet

user ugh i love the piastris

mclaren my favourite actress marries my team's driver and i'm not even invited to the wedding 😭 why do bad things happen to me😭😭

user atp i need to go to the oscar piastri and tom holland school of manifestation

user i get tom because of the obvious but why Oscar?

user because i need to end up with matthew gray gubler or i will die

user so real of you

user added context bcz op's not adding it but there's a youtube video of a younger oscar mentioning that yn is his celeb crush

user WHAT? so nobody was going to mention this to me??

user i can send you the link?

user SEND ME THAT! SEND ME THAT!

user me too!!!

user me 3

user here's the link for anyone who wants to know : https://youtu.be/5cfbKEK5gzU?si=HwTsDDBAjF8stXly

user you're a doll !

user this is the hardest of hard launches😵‍💫

user ugh i love seeing gorgeous people together

user i would kill for this type of wedding

user I swear if they've linked up just to do this prank, i will commend them for the dedication to the bit but i will also lose my mind

user i won't believe this until i see a marriage certificate

user what in the snowbunny mind control 🫣

user very on brand i fear

user lord please, when will it be my turn🙏🏼

zendaya beautiful bride, beautiful wedding, beautiful day

user i just know she slayed

user call it a jlo concert ticket because I'm not buying it🙂‍↔️

user nae nae i know this is you

mclaren wow, so nobody told admin that oscar was dating yn and is now *checks notes* MARRIED to her... fake! ALL OF YOU

user don't worry admin, we all know how you feel

user swear i would've told you had i known🤞

user I feel like I'm in a mass hallucination

user no shade, it's all that shrooms n weed.

user you saying no shade doesn't mean shit and also doesn't mean you can publicly air out my business

user and yet i said what i said.

user best believe i'll be at your door in ten minutes

user oh oh oh oh oh shiver me timbers, girl please, you not gon do nothing.

user OK EVERYBODY GO HOME, APRIL FOOLS IS CANCELLED

user sure i knew they knew each other because they're celebrities and yn attends races when she can but this is insane

tomholland2013 you're joking

user we know you were there!!!

user is this gaslighting? am i being gaslighted right now? cause there's absolutely no way

user no, that's what your boyfriend does to you everytime you catch him cheating. this is real, keep up.

user UNPROVOKED?!?

user everyone on twitter who said i was crazy for shipping this was gagged🙂‍↕️

mclaren even lando knew??? omfg they hate me

lando what's that supposed to mean?

user that you're not very reliable and you can't keep secrets, pick one🤷‍♀️

lando er, don't you mean or?

user no.

user say sike right now, i'm begging you

user what is up with all of my favourite internet people and announcements on april fools??? like do they want me to go insane 😭😭

user okay

user they definitely posted this and immediately turned their phones off

user can't say i blame them

user I'd do the same

user saw a tweet about this and had to come running to see if it was true

user I'll believe it’s a prank until they both confirm it every day for the next few years

user "everyone who thinks this is real is so dumb" ok shut up, either it's not real and you can appreciate the prank or it is real and you're still not better than everyone else

youruser and oscarpiastri has added to their story.

user: see, you could convince five of your friends to get dressed up so i don't even know what's going on right now

user: like i said, unless there's a marriage certificate, i do not believe it😪

user: i won't believe it and i won't accept it

user: this is such a great bit, next april fools' joke should be pregnancy!

pcyren: i think i did a good job at making the dresses blue but don't look too closely 🙏

user: a day i will continuously try to erase from my mind

user: my sister's gonna be devastated by this, can't wait to tell her😈

user: you're actually married? diva down✊😔

bridesmaiduser: ugh we look so good 😊

user: women>>>

user: what a beautiful venue

user: I’m going to carry on with my day and pretend this isn’t true

user: so jealous

bridesmaid2user: so lucky to be apart of your beautiful day❤️

user: this makes me feel so lonely, but congratulations on your (real) marriage

user: just cause you rented a venue doesnt make you married!!

user: you're lucky you got to her before me

logansargent: with the amount of alcohol available I'm surprised i didn't forget my own name

user: insert I don't need sleep, I need answers meme

tagged : oscarpiastri, officiant

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youruser yes we are actually married. sorry to everyone who wants him, the boy is mine💋

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user i feel like I've been stabbed

user i've been stabbed, this is worse actually 😀

user you're taking the piss

user can we talk about how good you look!!!!

user To Japanese denim?!!??! OH😭

user never dedicating that song for NO ONE

user especially not for a man😔

user right😭😭

user sooo happy for you guys... but seriously, on the phone that i pay for is crazy

user i know that man don't play about you

user me and pookie

user girl what❓ your man stay playing in your face

user glad this wasn't a prank, genuinely happy you guys are together ❤️

user girl, the boy in question said he sees god in your eyes, you won

bestfrienduser guys this is a joke, she's actually married to me and we just had oscar fill in for the prank

youruser you play too much

user you know I'd actually believe this

oscarpiastri yeah absolutely, thanks for letting me be apart of the special moment🙏

user i've had a few days to come to terms with this and i still can't believe this is real, like this is the timeline im in 🤯

user reacted '👍🏽' to your message

user this took me out

user real

user now you're just flexing on us and i don't mind it🤷‍♀️

user Oh how I love this song

oscarpiastri i only want you, can't even think about anyone else

youruser i'm obsessed with you.

user how i want my man

user may a love like this find me

user okay, you've convinced me, congratulations on your marriage🫶

user still don't see a marriage certificate 🥱

user ITS REAL?!?!

rachelzegler wait-

user just opened this app btw

oscarpiastri my wife everybody!!!

youruser my husband!!!!

user ofc he's a wife guy, love that 🤭

zendaya they're so in love it's sickening

youruser nawtt the woman who gushed about how in love she is with her partner only yesterday, unprovoked mind you

user real lover girls🙂‍↕️

zendaya and i stand by my words

user okay, i checked out the wedding officiant's page and it seems legit, they're actually married you guys

user sometimes you really just have to say damn and scroll

charlesleclerc oh my god you guys, I thought this was just for the bit, can't believe that was a real ceremony

user you're not funny, the jokes over😶

user Ariana Grande mention🚨🚨🚨

oscarpiastri has added to their story.

user: you're not special, i also see god in her eyes, in fact i cry because she's so beautiful

user: you're so real for this

user: i believe this how every man should think about his wife *olivia wilde nodding gif*

user: and i was right

youruser: still can't believe i get to wake up next to you

oscarpiastri: best feeling in the world

user: yeah, I'd be bragging about the fact that i married her every chance i get

user: you know, you're actually kinda funny sometimes. catches me off guard

user: drop the manifestation technique king🙏

user: you're the only man who deserves rights

and also my boyfriend

user: she's so gujdehnht. you're so lucky

user: wishing y'all a lifetime of happiness

user: Oscar how could you do this to me? this was supposed to be us ever since we locked eyes in a mall that one time. I don't know how you could betray me and just go on your day like what we had didn't matter.

user: life is so crazy, one day im shipping you and the next you're married

user: saw the interview, read the article and I'm still shocked

youruser has added to their story.

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springismss · 8 days ago

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Baby mine but with Dabi?

ᱬ⛧ baby mine ~ dabi

pairing: dabi x fiancée! reader

content: slight nsfw if you squint, but mainly sfw - established relationship, pregnancy, just an overview. fluffy and sweet. slight spoilers regarding dabi for new fans.

word count: 2.8k

links: requests masterlist | bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

a/n: another post making two in a row! this time i'm here with a request from anon - dabi’s version of my shoto work baby mine. thank you so much for requesting, i had fun writing this! i hope you all enjoy! part at the end inspired by this video that was posted by an amazing moot of mine (video now links to the og creator insta). as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

Picking at your fingers, you glanced at the door, waiting for a figure to walk back through. Time seemed to be against you, the minutes passing agonisingly slow, almost mocking you. The way your stomach churned didn’t help how you were feeling, the way the sickening feeling took over your body. Tearing your eyes away for a moment, you closed them, sucking in a breath before exhaling it slowly.

The sound of the door clicking shut made you open your eyes, gaze turning to the figure that stood there. Eyes looked over you before their owner walked forward, bag in hand. "Here, I managed to get quite a few different ones 'cause I know you'd only complain if I didn't".

Tutting, you rolled your eyes before grabbing the bag, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stood. Resting your hand on the figure's arm, you stood on your tip toes and placed a kiss on their cheek. "Thank you, my love. I won't be long".

Quickly walking out of the room, you made your way to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, eyes scanning for a container. Once you managed to find one, you did what you needed to do, placing the yellow liquid on the side.

One by one, you dipped the tests, placing each one to the side to complete.

By the time you finished dipping the last one, dumping the liquid and washing your hands, the first few tests you took were finished. Sucking in a breath, you glanced at the sticks, eyes widening. "Fuck!".

There, as clear as day, were lines and words. Lines and words that were all telling you the same thing.

You were pregnant.

Letting out a sigh, you placed your hands on the counter, head hanging low as you tried to come to terms with the news. The news that inside you was a child who was half you and your fiancé. You didn't know how he would take it, and naturally, you were scared to find out.

The clicking of the door opening caused your head to shoot up, looking over your shoulder at the figure that stood there. "Well?". His voice lulling you slightly. Pushing yourself off the counter, you turned around and motioned behind you. "Take a look for yourself".

Heavy footsteps thudded on the floor as the figure walked towards you, stopping just short of you as they looked over your shoulder. "Well fuck". Crossing your arms, you rolled your eyes. "Exactly, fuck".

The pair of you stood there in silence for a few moments, neither of you daring to say anything until he broke the silence. "How the fuck did this happen?".

Raising your brow, you looked at him. "Are you serious? How else did you think it happened? I told you the fucking condom broke. I got caught up in that week long mission before I could get the morning after pill".

Bringing your hands up to your face, you ran them over your skin as you breathed out. "What are we going to do?". The crack in your voice became evident. You were scared, scared that he would leave you to deal with this all by yourself.

Arms wrapped around you as you felt your body being pulled closer to your fiancé. Kisses were placed on top of your head as he rubbed your back. "Whatever you choose, doll, I'll stand by you".

Pulling back, you looked up, tears lining your eyes as you scanned his face for any sign of a lie. "You mean that Touya?". Humming, he nodded his head. "I do".

⛧ Month 2 ⛧

Things changed almost overnight. You were rarely out on missions, and if you were, Dabi was always by your side. The pair of you decided to keep things quiet for now, trying to get used to the fact that you were going to be parents.

It wasn't an easy choice; you both talked things through. Given his past, what he went through and who he was now, Dabi struggled with the possibility of being a dad. But he didn't let that stop him.

At every chance he got, he spent time reading and researching. How to cope with his feelings, how to help you with yours and ultimately, how to give the best life he could for your little one.

Looking down at your still soft tummy, you let your hand over for a moment, still scared to touch where your child was growing. "Tou, what if I'm kidding myself? What if I'm a failure to them?".

Kisses silenced your words, eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck. After a few moments, you felt the sensation leave, eyes opening to gaze at turquoise ones. "You'll be the best mother there is to our little button".

⛧ Month 3 ⛧

Opening the heavy door, it let out a loud groan as you stepped into the room. A variety of different tubes, equipment and wires were scattered all over the place. With another heavy groan, the door shut behind you before you walked forward, gripping onto Dabi's arm as you walked further into the room.

Eyes glancing around, you took in everything around you until you reached the screens at the front. There sat a lone figure, an older man who you weren't too familiar with, at least not face-to-face. "I see you made it, Dabi. Wasn't too much trouble for you, I take it?".

The clicking tongue of the figure beside you caused you to look up at him. "Not at all. Now, where do you want her to lie?".

The sound of a chair scraping the floor caused you to look forward, eyes landing on the old man. "Ahhh, yes. We haven't properly met but you've heard my voice before. I'm Kyudai, but you can call me Doctor. Now, this way, little one".

Feeling a squeeze on your hand, you looked at Dabi and smiled slightly, stepping forward to follow the doctor to a pristine-looking bed. Something that seemed oddly out of place in this environment.

Once motioned to get onto the bed, you did just that, unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them just below your tummy before you got comfortable.

Cold jelly was placed onto your skin, causing you to hiss slightly. "Now, let's have a look, okay?". Nodding your head, you stared at the screen as the probe glided over where the jelly was applied, feeling a hand grip yours as you swallowed a lump.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

The sound made your eyes widen, tears lining as you stared at the screen. There, in black and white, was a tiny figure. Little arms and legs. Small head with a tiny heartbeat just visible in its chest. "Such a strong heartbeat, this little one will be strong".

Tearing your gaze from the screen, you looked over to Dabi, whose eyes were fixed on the image. His face was hard to read to the untrained eye, but you saw it. The way the corner of his lip moved up, a small smile tugging at his lips.

A smile directed at the baby he saw that made some part of his heart swell even more with love.

⛧ Month 4 ⛧

Another month had passed, and your body was starting to show signs of the life growing within you. Your clothes began to feel tight, and your tummy and breasts began to swell.

Toga was the first to notice. You'd been out for the day, helping her gather some bits needed for an upcoming mission, when you stopped, one hand against the wall as you caught your breath, the other resting on your small bump. "So, when were you going to tell me?".

Blinking, you looked at her confused before looking down, face softening as you smiled. "I'm not too sure. We're still not used to it ourselves".

Needless to say, when you returned to the hideout and sat down on the sofa, you were inundated with questions. Toga letting it slip to the rest of the league that you were pregnant.

By the time Dabi returned from what he was doing, he found you in the middle of both Toga and Twice, who wouldn't stop chattering about names and everything else.

Clicking his tongue, the raven-haired male stepped forward and pushed his way between you and Twice, pulling you closer as he let his hand go under your top, resting it on your tummy, thumb slowly stroking the skin just above where your child was.

⛧ Month 5 ⛧

You know this was around the time when most expectant parents would be going for scans, finding out the gender of their babies, meaning they were able to plan every last detail.

Both you and Dabi had decided you didn't want to know, opting for scans now and then to make sure everything was going okay with the life within.

The sight of the small figure on the screen never failed to amaze you, eyes watching how it wriggled, the butterflies deep within accompanying each movement.

Dabi, on the other hand, sat and watched as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening. It was hard for him to admit that the thoughts he's been having lately weren't helping with how he felt.

Doubts plagued his mind whenever he was alone, doubts that melted away the moment you took hold of his hand. Thoughts that became non-existent as he watched your body change.

The pair of you may be villains, but you were certain your child would want for nothing and wouldn't be dragged into the life you were living.

⛧ Month 6 ⛧

Somehow, life began to change for you and Dabi. Things seemed to fall into place. From living in the hideout to finding a home long abandoned tucked out of the way, you couldn't believe your luck.

Looking around the room you were standing in, you took in the sight of all the items in front of you.

Toys, clothes, furniture.

While you knew where this stuff had come from, you weren't about to argue, especially when Toga and Twice showed up with a teddy bear that was twice the size of you.

Arms wrapped around your waist, hands resting on your swollen tummy as you leaned back, eyes closing, feeling the small thumping of their tiny feet kicking. It only took a moment before you felt tears slip down your cheeks, the feeling of everything overwhelming you all at once. "Baby doll, what's wrong?".

At the sound of the words, you sobbed harder, much to the panic of Dabi.

That was the day he found out that being pregnant meant that you were at the mercy of your hormones, the mood swings making him chuckle slightly.

⛧ Month 7 ⛧

Dabi loved seeing the way your body changed as the days passed. The way your figure grew fuller, tummy rounding more as you kept your child safe and breast swelling with milk.

Something about the way you looked stirred something within him. The way people would stare at you both when you were out, his pride swelling knowing he was the one responsible for having you in this state. Pride that no one else would ever fill you in the same way.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He loved the way you were overly sensitive at the best of times, how you would whine and moan out for him, begging him to help put out this fire you felt deep within. The fire that led to you being in this situation in the first place.

And while you both had no family that seemed to care, the way the league would rally around you both made you both smile in gratefulness.

The way Toga would touch your bump carefully, using her quirk to speak to your unborn child in a variety of different voices. The small gesture made Dabi wonder what his mother and sister would be like if they ever knew about him and you.

How would they embrace the pair of you? What stories would they share to embarrass him?

⛧ Month 8 ⛧

The weight of your unborn child began to take its toll on you. Your body ached, and you felt tired. Every time you moved, you felt pressure, pressure that made your breath hitch in your chest.

While you felt sore, you couldn't stop the nesting that came along with it. The overwhelming need to clean and make sure everything was prepared properly for when you brought home your baby. "Not too long now, doll".

Your tired eyes looked at Dabi, a weary smile tugging at your lips as you rested your hand on your swollen tummy. "I know Tou, I just want this to be over with already".

Arms wrapped around your waist as a kiss was placed on top of your head, you felt your bump being lifted. A sigh of relief passed your lips as you leant back, hand moving to cup one of the ones that cradled your tummy.

Dabi hated not being able to help you, to take away the heaviness you felt. He may be a villain who enjoyed watching the way people suffered at his hands, but seeing you suffer, it broke him. He knew you both wanted this, but it still didn't stop him from worrying about you.

⛧ Month 9 ⛧

A loud cry rang out in the room, piercing the silence as you looked at Dabi, tears falling from your eyes as you smiled tiredly. After a long labour, you finally welcomed your child into the world. Nearly every emotion hitting you at once as you gripped onto your fiancé. "My sweet doll, you've done it".

Closing your eyes as you felt a kiss on your head, panting softly for breath as the adrenaline continued to course through your veins. Eyes opening slowly, before a small bundle was placed into your arms. "Hello there, our perfect little angel".

A soft cry sounded from the baby before it snuggled up to your chest, beginning to suckle as it took its first feed from you. A sight that Dabi would burn into his memory. "So, Tou, are you ready to find out what this little one is?".

Looking down, you stroked the cheek of the baby on your chest. Once settled, you moved the blanket slightly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Well, why don't you come over here and say hello to your son, Touya?".

You glanced at Dabi, who looked back at you, taking a moment to catch up with your words. The villain's walls tumbling down as he walked over, eyes gazing at his son.

The child who would hold the deepest parts of him like you did.

⛧ The first few years ⛧

While the feeling of being on cloud nine didn't leave, the long nights felt like they'd never end. The countless feeds and the endless changes made the first few months seem overwhelming.

Touya was the first to admit it was hard. Harder than he thought it would be. He spent many nights questioning himself when his son wouldn't calm down for him. Self-conscious of his looks, feeling like it was the main reason why.

He struggled at the best of times, but he never had the idea of leaving. This was something you both wanted; he just had to adjust. He lost three years of his life, and it took him a while to get used to growing up again.

With words of encouragement from you, he slowly became more confident.

As time passed, things got easier. The way his son would smile at him, run his tiny fingers over his scars as he giggled out. The way he would reach out for his daddy, giving cuddles and kisses like he was the most amazing person in the world.

To this little boy, he was everything.

Then came the days he began walking and talking. The first time Dabi heard him say "Daddy", the blue-flame villain broke down. To everyone out there, aside from you and the league, he was a villain

But to this little boy, he was the most amazing person in the world. The one who would right all the wrongs.

Even when the youngster's quirk awoke, Dabi took his time to guide the little boy, showing his own blue flames off much to the wonder of the young child. Making sure to give him the childhood he never had.

All while you watched, a contented smile on your face, your figure swollen with another child to carry on his legacy.

"I'll burn the world just to see you smile. I'll always be the hero in yours, your mommy's and baby sister's lives".

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ijustwannabecool · 2 months ago

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Hi, I don't know if you take requests, but if you do, I have a big one (sort of?) Idk if you're a fan of 1D, but Theirs a video of Louis (I'll post the link down on the bottom) and his then gf were walking out of the airport. Louis gets annoyed with all the cameras surrounding them (her mostly) and, like you, defends her, but then later finds his gf in the corner with girls on top of her beating her. And I wondered if you could do something like that (angst and a bit of fluff) with either Max or Charles?? If not, it's totally okay.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bljCMQUDeEc

Caught in the Chaos

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary… Charles just won his home race in Monaco. Overwhelmed with emotion, he tries to celebrate — but the chaos of the crowd spirals out of control, and it’s you who gets hurt. In the best moment of his life, he almost loses the only thing that matters.

Trigger warning: Monaco GP victory, emotional overload, crowd chaos, hurt/comfort, protective Charles, raw aftercare

A/N: I hope I did your request justice and that you enjoy reading it. Let me know what you guys think of the story. Happy reading. Have a beautiful day!

Request are open (:

Like, reblog, comment, enjoy.

——

The streets of Monaco bled red and white. Ferrari flags. Smoke flares. Banners hanging from balconies.

Charles had done it. Against all odds — after years of heartbreak — he won his home race.

You stood beside him at parc fermé, your hand tightly linked with his, as the roar of the crowd grew deafening. Charles stepped forward slightly, lifting his arms to wave at the sea of fans — and you saw it.

The way his chin wobbled. The way he blinked rapidly, trying to hold it together. The way his heart cracked wide open for everyone to see.

He was overwhelmed. Ecstatic. Broken. Healed. All at once.

You squeezed his hand, grounding him. He squeezed back — almost painfully tight — like you were the only thing keeping him upright.

He needed this. This moment was his.

But Monaco wasn’t built for calm.

Security was thin. The crowds were thicker than anyone anticipated. VIP guests and fans with access poured into the paddock area, chasing the emotion, the euphoria.

You barely noticed how quickly things changed. How fast celebration turned into frenzy.

"There she is!" "Get a picture with her!" "Charles! Look here!"

Charles tensed immediately, slipping into protective mode — positioning himself slightly in front of you without letting go of your hand.

"Please, doucement," he said, trying to reason. "She is not the show."

But no one was listening.

Phones shoved in your face. Hands brushing your arm, your waist. Someone grabbed your wrist — hard.

You gasped, trying to pull away — but the crowd surged forward.

In the chaos, your hand slipped from Charles’s. You stumbled backward, hitting a barrier with a sharp cry.

Pain flared through your ribs. You blinked, disoriented — the world spinning, flashes blinding you.

And then— Charles.

The moment his eyes found you — hurt, vulnerable, scared — something inside him snapped.

The charming boy Monaco adored disappeared. In his place was pure, furious Charles Leclerc.

He shoved through the crowd without apology. Ripped people away from you. Didn’t care about cameras, reputation, PR.

Only you.

He was trembling when he reached you, hands flying over your arms, your face, your sides.

"Amour? Where does it hurt?" His voice cracked mid-sentence.

"I’m okay," you whispered — but you weren’t. Not really.

Charles saw through the lie immediately.

Without a word, he scooped you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

"You’re safe," he whispered fiercely, over and over, like a prayer. "You’re safe, you're safe, you're safe."

He carried you through the chaos, jaw set, face blank with fury.

He’d won Monaco. But almost lost you in the same breath.

And that was unbearable.

——

Inside the Motorhome

He sat you gently on the couch. Dropped to his knees in front of you.

Tears welled up in his eyes — not just because of the victory — but because he almost didn’t get to celebrate it with you.

"I was waving," he whispered brokenly. "I was looking for you in the crowd. And then—" He choked off, dragging his hands through his hair.

You reached for him, pulling him into your arms.

"You found me," you whispered. "You always find me."

Charles buried his face in your neck, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe — but you didn’t care.

You wanted to be held. You wanted to be his.

He pulled back slightly, cradling your face between his hands.

"I don’t care about Monaco," he said, voice low and fierce. "Not if you’re not here."

You kissed him — soft, slow, reverent — tasting the salt of his tears.

"You won," you whispered against his lips. "You’re safe. We’re safe."

And this time, when Charles cried, he didn’t hide it. Didn’t flinch. He just held you, letting the dam break — in the safety of your arms, the only place he’d ever needed to be.

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Later that night Charles’s Apartment, Monaco

The drive back was a blur. Charles didn’t let you go for a second — his hand resting on your thigh, his other arm around your shoulders, as if sheer proximity could erase what happened.

He barely spoke. Just pressed soft kisses to your temple whenever he thought you needed them. Or maybe it was him who needed it.

The second you stepped into his apartment, he kicked the door shut and turned to face you, hands hovering.

"Can I?" he asked, voice almost a whisper, fingers twitching like he was desperate to touch you but terrified of hurting you.

You nodded.

Charles exhaled shakily, then lifted you into his arms again — bridal style — carrying you straight to the bathroom.

"I'll run you a bath," he murmured, setting you gently on the counter like you were something sacred.

He moved quietly around the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water, adding salts and a few drops of lavender oil without you even needing to ask.

You watched him — the slight tremble in his hands, the way his brows furrowed in worry.

When he turned back to you, his heart nearly broke again.

You were trying to be brave. Trying to smile for him.

Charles stepped closer, cupping your face with both hands.

"You don't have to be strong right now, amour," he whispered. "Not with me."

Your lip trembled, and before you could speak, he kissed you — featherlight, barely-there, full of apology and adoration.

He helped you undress carefully — gentle, reverent — every scrape and bruise treated like something precious, kissed tenderly as he uncovered them.

When you finally sank into the bath, he sat beside the tub on the tiled floor, not caring about the expensive suit he was still half-wearing, sleeves rolled up and knees tucked to his chest.

"You don't have to stay," you said softly, teasing.

Charles shook his head immediately. "I’m not leaving."

He dipped a washcloth into the water, squeezing it out carefully, and then began to gently wipe down your arms, your legs — his touch so soft it made your chest ache.

"You're safe now," he murmured with every pass of the cloth. "I promise you. You're safe."

After the bath, he wrapped you in the softest towel he could find, dried you off carefully, and helped you into one of his t-shirts — the fabric swallowing you whole.

"You look better in this than I ever did," he said with a tiny, broken smile, thumb tracing your cheek.

He tucked you into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin like he was building a fortress around you. Then, without hesitation, Charles slid in beside you, pulling you against his chest.

You melted into him instantly.

For a while, there was only silence — your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his heart, his hand stroking your back.

"Charles," you whispered after a while. "You can breathe now. I'm okay."

You felt his chest shudder under you. A hot tear slid down into your hair.

"I almost lost you," he whispered back, voice cracking. "In the best moment of my life... I almost lost everything that matters."

You lifted your head, finding his tear-streaked face in the dark.

"You didn’t lose me," you said fiercely. "You saved me."

Charles kissed you then — not a victory kiss, not a celebration — but something deeper. A kiss that said thank you for being here. A kiss that said I will never let you go.

You fell asleep like that — tangled up in each other, wrapped in the scent of lavender and salt and Charles.

And when you woke hours later, the first thing you felt was the warm, steady thud of his heart under your ear, and the strong arms still holding you tight — like he never planned to let go.

Ever again.

The end.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I apologize for any trauma this story may bring. please let me know in the comments what you guys think and if you guys have any ideas please let me know.

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pazziville · 1 year ago

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because i adore pazzi to the bone and have them on my mind 24/7/365 i shall present my pazzi roman empire list

part two here!

pazzi state fair tradition

azzi's mom liking a post about pazzi and paige

azzi greeting jon a hbd ft. paige

azzi saying paige has a great heart

paige lockdown defense aka hugging azzi

pazzi reserved 💗 for each other compilation

azzi calling out for paige

pazzi horseback riding

paige being touchy to azzi while playing with kids

azzi's lock screen that is allegedly paige (other angle)

the ornament

drake concert

paige is a fudd confirmed

azzi's amazing nap with paige

pazzi bench getty images

paige being azzi's number one fan and the president of azzi fudd fan club

infamous ice live ft. pazzi

europe air

pazzi touchy moment near the bench

matching for halloween (video clip)

paige calling azzi bighead

paige's crush

down bad in europe

paige being a menace while azzi studies

azzi annoying paige after their cool handshake

paige watching azzi with a baby

taking the fair to paige

matching/borrowing of necklace pt. 1

azzi twerking in front of paige

allegedly jealous azzi

iconic 'wife' clip

paige one sided staring contest with azzi

the goddamn sza concert wherein paige allegedly looked at azzi in the lyric 'i don't wanna see you with anyone but me'

team paige or team azzi

team doing a tiktok and paige allegedly pointing at azzi and looking at her during the lyric 'i'm saying that i love you everyday'

lifting clip

totally unnecessary holding of hands

sharing of clothes pt. 1

europe boat together

ice suspiciously smiling when paige mentions azzi

no one can stop them from teasing each other

matching shorts

together before mavs vs celtics game 2

paige staring at azzi hard

azzi saying it's good that paige isn't scared of the dark cause she is

compilation of interactions for team usa u17 part 1 part 2 part 3

paige sleeping in azzi's bed [video]

cruise clip

moments during 2018 girl's capital classic all-star game at st john's

lowkey flexing each other

paige fixing whatever was on azzi's outfit during the wnba draft

taking photos of each other

them in each other's ig comments

THE pazzi hug

crazy eye contact in sue bird's show

matching pants

young azzi slapping paige's forehead

azzi staring lovingly at paige

azzi wearing pazzi slam shirt and covering paige's face with a sticker

paige hovering over azzi while she works out

sleeping on the couch

her partner in crime

paige in azzi's tiktok comments

azzi's relationship with paige's family (another one)

azzi spanking paige

paige's eyes are glued to azzi

paige favorite a semi-pazzi edit

young pazzi enjoying a party together

matching/borrowing of necklace pt. 2

azzi hugging paige's mom

reading in front of kids

airport fetus pictures

camping

princess was rizzed

borrowing/matching clothes pt. 2

paige grabbing azzi for a hug

factimes

azzi trolling paige's reading ability

matching outfit

a bueckers bantering with a fudd

gentlewoman paige

soft pat pats

borrowing/matching clothes pt. 3

story of the olaf lego [one] [two] [three] [service]

paige heart eyes

azzi heart eyes

part of the family

azzi speechless after looking at paige [backup]

since i've hit the link limit in this post, time to make a second list which i'll be linking in this post! 💗

a/n: submissions of worthy pazzi roman empire moments will be accepted and shall be continuously added to this list. 🫶🏼

#pazzi

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kwanisms · 2 years ago

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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader wc: 7.4k summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes tomorrow (30th) at 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast.

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick.

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv.

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges.

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you.

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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misternibbs · 4 months ago

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tell me that I still have stars in my eyes

(jashzine art! read under cut to find link to twt post :3)

EYYYYYYYY JASHZINE IS OUT BAHBAY THAT'S RIGHT. HOLY FUCKING JASHBALLS. I'LL LINK IT WHEN I FIND THE POST FOR IT ON HERE BUT UNTIL THEN HERE'S THE TWITTER POST yyyeeeeEEEEAHHHHHHH CHAT WOOOOOOO

in all seriousness I feel so honoured to be featured alongside some really, REALLY TALENTED PEOPLE. LIKE HOLY BALLS. MY ART DOESN'T NEARLY COMPARE TO . EVERYONE ELSE'S DUDE LIKE. OUGHHHHHHHH FUCK EVERYONE'S SO FUCKIN TALENTED AND TOTALLY TUBULAR I CAN'T. honestly I shouldn't be here, think I walked into the wrong building. I suck balls this art fucking. I fucking loathe this piece anyways here's the progress

(^^^^ alt colour version. should've gone with this everypony we were ROBBED it fits the song more. Aughhhhhh)

and before you get on my ass for his body type being so fucking wrong here's a doodle I did around the time I was working on this with a more correct body type. I unironically think it's better (plus you get closeup on face)

again, please check out the jashzine, AND FOLLOW !!! FOLLOW THE ARTISTS !!!! WHO DID THE ART !!!!!! PLEASE THEY'RE SO SO SO SO COOL AND TALENTED OH MY GOD PLEASSSEEEEEEEE thanks for reading this btw comment "teapot" down below if you reached this point in the video hhahah fucking . kill me

#...kinito for scale #chonny jash #cj cid #cj covered in discontent #(that's not a tag yet? weird)#chonny jash fanart #chonny jash art #aughhhhhhh fuck when i say i don't like this art. i really don't #it was a struggle to work on. i . aughh #learned some new techniques thoug so that's nice #ignore that my composition has been the exact fucking same for the past few posts. gonna change that reeeeeal fucking soon #you were robbed though originally i was going to do alone with my thoughts with cool space. stuff #but since there's LITERALLY NO FANART FOR. FOR FUCKING SHE ONLY LOVES ME WHEN I'M THERE #ONE. THERE'S ONE. NOW THERE'S TWO.#THE BEST (subjective) SONG IN CID. I FCUKIGN LOEV IT SO MUCH TWAS A CRIME TO . NOT. USE THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY #hopefully the alone with my thoughts art gets turned into something one day. i actually would like to draw it #have a great day y'all. I'm going to fuckin. gonna go do my homework good day guys go support the artists who took a part in this

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airenyah · 2 months ago

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JD: Baby Tee Lore

(^in reply to this post)

hoooooo boy okay buckle up... @watchingblsnowandforever @cornflowershade

let me preface this by saying that i do not have tik tok so i have absolutely zero clue what is going on over there. everything i know i have picked up through osmosis on other plattforms.

sooooo: seems like there was/is a tiktok challenge going around based on "baby tee" by galchanie where people dance to it sexily, showing off their waist?? as i said, i don't have tiktok so this is my assumption here. btw, here's a screenshot from the original mv, to provide some extra context. note the crop tops:

now that we have all this out of the way, let's get to the actual lore...

(also idk if this is the complete story, but these are the parts of the lore i am aware of/that i remember. there's a chance i missed something)

on march 18th, 2025 dunk posts this video on tiktok:

it's a fake-out. dunk does not show off his waist. joong comments:

(note: as of me making this post on may 17th, 2025 the comment seems to have disappeared from dunk's video as far as i can see)

translation:

joong: i wasn't expecting anything, but I'm disappointed dunk: huh?

a fan posts a screenshot of this on twitter and comments:

(source)

translation:

fan: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot]

joong sees this tweet and following thread ensues:

(1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6)

translation:

fan 1: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot] joong: a hot dance in a crop top fan 2: but joong, you'll be possessive of dunk again 😔🤟🏻 joong: i'm not posessive! he can dance! go on hahahaha fan 3: not possessive because you wanna see it too, huh? 👀 joong: yes

dunk sees (some of) the tweets and also has something to say on that:

(1 / 2 / 3)

translation:

fan 1: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot] joong: a hot dance in a crop top dunk: show me, prof

joong then replies with a few videos of his own:

(1 / 2)

translation:

dunk: show me, prof joong: here na krub, student

unfortunately tumblr won't let me add more than one video per post, but you can find them in his tweet if you wanna watch them

joong also replies to another fan's comment on the situation:

(1 / 2)

translation:

fan: why does it seem like everyone (joong) is hoping that my child will dance to baby tee while also wearing an outfit that shows off his waist? i'm possessive, i don't want my child to dance, but if it's baby shark, it's fine joong: ohhhh sathu i hope dunk won't dance

the next day, on march 19th, joong posts his own baby tee challenge on tiktok and cross-posts it on twitter too:

(find the video on youtube here too)

again, terribly sorry, but tumblr won't let me add any more video, so you'll have to deal with more links. if you have trouble viewing any of the videos let me know and i'll cross-post them on tumblr

on march 30th, 2025 dunk has an event in which he is is taught to dance the baby tee dance and is made to dance it:

(fancam here)

note: he has his shirt tucked in and doesn't pull it out. once again we do not see dunk revealing his waist for baby tee

the next day, on march 31th, joong and dunk are on their book fair fansign. at one point joong says he heard that dunk danced baby tee the day before. dunk confirms. joong asks "how do you dance it?" dunk says "i forgot" and joong proceeds to teach it to dunk

(unfortunately i can't understand the comment that dunk makes afterwards, but i think i hear the word "shirt")

find the moment on youtube here (from 5:12 onwards if it doesn't open on the time stamp automatically) or on twitter here and here

(source screenshot)

note: once again dunk has his shirt tucked in, giving him a perfect excuse to not show off his waist yet again. joong still hasn't gotten to see dunk dance baby tee properly and sexily in a crop top

on april 5th joong does a twitter space in which a fan asks if there'll be a chance for "dunk baby tee". joong comments: "what's that? what's 'dunk baby t'? ohhh! dunk baby tee. the dance? has he danced it already? dunk might have danced it already"

(time stamp 22:15)

all of this leading us to today, D1 of lol fan fest 2025 on may 17th, 2025, where they surprise us by doing the full song on stage:

(video here)

joong and the fans finally got to see dunk dance baby tee properly and in a crop top even. everyone and their mother and especially joong can finally rest

and there you have it. the lore behind baby tee. and the reason why this performance is a Big Deal and very iconic™ in its own way, even if (to outsiders) it may not seem as such

also: minus points to dunk for straightifying the song by changing the lyrics from "boy you're my baby tee-ee-ee" to "girl you're my baby tee-ee-ee" and many plus points to joong for actually keeping the "boy" in "boy you fit in me"

#joongdunk #lol fanfest 2025 #jd baby tee lore #baby tee #adrm #airenyah plappert #honestly atp i can start a jd lore masterpost tag or something along those lines lmaoooo #jd masterposts #there we go #alsoooo whew this took me forever i meant to save lol fancams over the past 2h but i ended up doing this instead jdfkjdsfk #but it's ok i need this post for when i explain the lore to my mother anyway #this way i'll already have everything neatly collected in one place #if anyone remembers any other jd baby tee mentions prior to lol fanfest please do tell!!!#anyway i never could have predicted this but let me tell you i was NOT surprised the moment i realized what it was #in fact i was both laughing and facepalming so hard bc like. OFC they'd choose baby tee. OF COURSE THEY WOULD #that is SO them lmao they really weren't lying about that

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dailystressmonster · 5 months ago

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Hello everyone, I thought I'd quickly address the developments in the Iskall situation and Stress's involvement in it.

TW for abuse and sexual harassment

First of all, in case you're out of the loop: Iskall85 has been accused of being a sexual predator and a groomer. Three separate victims have come forward with two of them providing statements containing proof for the accusations. This was back in November, I thought I'd address it back then but I never found the time to.

The most recent development is Iskall posting a video in response to the accusations. If you wish to watch the video, here's a reupload that will ensure he will have no financial gain from you watching.

That said, I can't say I recommend watching the video. He only addresses the allegations in the vaguest way possible and provides no proof of any kind. The video is quite clearly only meant to trick people who are not familiar with the allegations/haven't seen the victim statements or are easier to manipulate into thinking his made-up version of the facts is the truth, so that he can continue his career as a content creator.

Now, onto Stressmonster's involvement:

Back in November it was clearly stated by multiple people, including the victims, that Stress was not directly involved in the allegations. She had resigned at the same time as Iskall, but we had, at the time, no reason to believe she had done so in support of him.

However, here's a screenshot of her comment on Iskall's latest video:

Needless to say, this pretty much openly confirms she supports Iskall fully. I was incredibly disappointed, but I'm glad we now know for sure at least.

So, onto what this means for dailystressmonster:

I stand by the victims fully. If you still support Iskall85, you are not welcome here. If you interact with me, you will be blocked.

I will not be deleting the blog or any of its posts. I might turn off reblogs in posts that have Iskall in them, but that depends heavily on how I'll be feeling about said posts in the future. But, in any case, please be assured that everything on this blog is here to stay.

I don't know if I'll continue drawing C!Stress in the future, or if what I draw will be posted publically. I have always held a pretty clear separation between character and CC, so drawing her would not be in support of said CC, but for now I'm a little too hurt by all this to do so. This might change with time, but in the meantime don't expect C!Stress fanart from me!

Now, I will be linking some charities who help victims of sexual abuse. If you can provide me proof of you donating to these charities, I will doodle you any character, MCYT or not, that you request. (This excludes Iskall and Stress for obvious reasons)

US:

Joyful Heart Foundation

UK:

Rape Crisis England & Wales

[If you have suggestions for reputable charities please feel free to leave them in the replies/reblogs :) ]

#iskall situation #Iskall85 #stressmonster101 #cw abuse

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yes-no-maybe-soo · 2 months ago

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Y'all, Freefall Gambit is so good 😩❤️‍🔥 Loved the return of Onychinus Sylus! He was aura farming so hard in this card, I had to restrain myself from audibly fangirling ijbol. I do feel like this card is sort of preparing us for the upcoming branch, where we'll most likely see alot more of this type of stuff and of this particular dynamic of SylusMC. Of being on opposing sides. Lots of angst and potential for drama, as well as self reflection and growth on especially MC's part.

My sole complaint is that Sylus isn't wearing the suit from the illustration ＿|￣|● I love his Onychinus fit as much as the next person but man... that suit... I will cry if they intend on forever gatekeeping it.

Because I want to avoid spoiling anyone that doesn't have the card yet, I've decided to write down some of my immediate thoughts below the cut.

Let's get the angsty predictions out of the way first – these lines set my alarm bells off. I feel like they are foreshadowing that something of Sylus' will indeed get taken or lost. Or rather someone. That someone ofc being MC, his most precious treasure.

I'll admit that these would not have alarmed me had it not been for certain lines in Sylus' birthday event and in Greedy Heart. I go into why exactly those lines make me uneasy in the linked post, and I just feel like the above ones further reinforces my theory. Call me paranoid or angst obsessed, but I predict pain for both SylusMC and for us in the main story, perhaps even in the coming branch.

On a similar note, just as how Sylus' vulnerability and fear (MC, and MC getting hurt or worse respectively) has been brought up more than once recently, so has MC's. Namely, that Sylus will get caught and put away, or become weak. We see these fears in Valleydream Bloom and in this card, as well as in Where Hearts Live. So things might be building up exactly to that.

I thought it was interesting how MC specifically mentions that the Association have Evol suppressing equipment. Which leads me to believe that said equipment could potentially be used against Sylus at some point to subdue him (provided of course that Sylus' powers are indeed Evol and not demonic/draconic based, but that is an eventual topic for another day). Idk but something tells me that Sylus will get captured whether willingly (most likely) or unwillingly. After all, we do see Sylus behind bars in the music video to Visions Opposées.

Could it be foreshadowing or just a neat visual? Only time will tell.

Me personally though, I am leaning towards the former, and I can see both MC's and Sylus' fears coming to fruition. Maybe even in a connected way (MC gets kidnapped and/or hurt and Sylus jumps in to save her but gets weakened or subdued in doing so, or Sylus gets captured by the Association, MC gets gravely injured trying to save him and maybe in the process triggers Sylus' dragon form and with it MC's memories? Boom. Several birds one stone. Helluva plotline imo)

What I still don't believe will come to pass however is either of them perma dying. This is an otome gacha. The main character nor LI can't die, especially not in a game as young and fresh as Love and Deepspace. So on that front I am not at all worried. Doesn't mean the angst we do get won't hurt a lot, though. But that being said, SylusMC will persevere in the end. Trust. Neither will let the other get torn away from them. Either will move heaven and earth to bring their lover back come what may.

Moving on...

I thought this was a nice callback to Sylus' anecdote

Here Sylus is revealed to actually be a sort of deepspace Robin Hood. We stan.

And the crowd cheered!!!

Also this is actually why Sylus jumped out of the plane. Man needed some cool and fresh air after this comment made all his blood flow south...

This makes me cackle 😭 bro is so unserious. And actually kind of insane, but again, we stan.

MC is living the dream. Do you know what I'd sacrifice to wrap my arms around that waist?? Happy for my girl though 💞 ( and for Sylus, you know that man is on cloud 9 here).

I adore that the card ends on a sweet and nostalgic note, with them gazing at the moon... like they used to in a distant past 💗

#not me saying i won't make any lengthy posts on vacation lol i have no restraint #but fr i won't be doing more of these until i get home #so again to anyone waiting for answers to their asks – please bear with me for a bit #lads spoilers #sylus x mc #sylusmc #sylus #mc #lads sylus #mc lads #lads mc #sylus lads #love and deepspace sylus #mc love and deepspace #love and deepspace mc #sylus love and deepspace #lads #love and deepspace

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worlds-worst-ships · 1 month ago

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Different kind of post today, but I have a fun video idea

Hi everyone.

So apparently, everyone's favourite transphobic OAP has made an application you can fill out if you've been fired or negatively affected by the consequences of being a hateful, vile cunt in the workplace (i.e, getting fired for being transphobic, getting arrested for committing a hate crime, etc etc) so she can fund your legal expenses or whatever she's wasting her book money on this week rather than going to bingo and making casually racist remarks to pensioners who are too fucking deaf to even hear them, like all the other rancid old bats her age.

So. I have a plan. Because of course I do. But I need YOU (yes, you, reading this right now, cmere' 😘 see? for you) to help me.

I'm gonna post the link to the application. And collectively, we will troll the absolute fuck out of it until it becomes unusable and she gets sick of our bullshit. Yes, other people are doing the same thing, yes I'm an unoriginal twat, but uh... suck me off, I guess.

Oh yeah, and I'll be making a video of me trolling the application and posting it on my YouTube. So watch out for that. (I'm a vtuber too, in case you're new and didn't know)

At the bottom of this post, you'll find the link. BUT FIRST, here are some instructions you need to follow so my idea works.

1: REBLOG THIS POST

2: Comment an insult towards Rowling herself, or transphobes in general (this doesn't help much, its just funny)

3: Share this link to every social you have in order to spread the word. We need to make her fucking cry even more than she already does every time she sees a woman with leg hair.

⬇️Alright. There's the link. Go submit the dumbest, most insane application you can⬇️

And Joanne, if this finds you or any of your supporters, I have some advice: Go the fuck outside. Stop basing your view off of things you read online. Open your front door and lick the fucking ground, you greasy-screened turdburglars.

#not a poll #trans #transgender #trans pride #jk rowling #anti jkr #fuck jk rowling #anti jk rowling #fuck jkr #jkr #fuck transphobes #jk rowling is a transphobe #anti transphobes #pride

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krypticcafe · 1 year ago

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i wanna know how u think 141 + König & Alejandro would react/feel about reader doing this trend with them, ofc reader doesn't upload it or anything they just record it for fun :]

if the link doesn't work the trend is basically a person is putting on lipstick and they "mess up" and their s/o wipes it off for them and the camera pans to their s/o covered in kissmarks

this has been on my mind for a while i think its so sweet 🥲 i lovelovelove ur writing!! its so good lik oml <33

Lipstick trend w/COD:MWII men

rating: teen

character(s): Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound König, Alejandro Vargas / GN!Reader

warning(s): language, suggestiveness

wordcount: ~1.6k

summary: Silly little lipstick trend with your silly little military boyfriend.

a/n: the money I'd pay to kiss these men dizzy.

Gaz

Knew about the trend for a while, was wondering if you'd do it, so it's not much of a surprise when you come to him asking about it.

Honestly, he thinks it's a little cheesy, but he's not so insecure that he doesn't want to do it, he's happy to make you happy.

Literally won't stop teasing you like "You sure you're doing this just for the trend?" when you're smooching him all over his face.

When you're done, you can't but stare for a bit.

"What, too pretty for words, love?"

"Shut up, Garrick."

"Make me."

Now his lips are a bright red to match yours<3

The recording goes pretty smoothly, but by the end of it, Gaz can be seen bursting into giggles which in turn makes you giggle a little until the recording cuts off.

You guys don't post it publicly, but I like to think Gaz posted a screenshot of when the two of you are in frame, looking at each other with goofy smiles.

Price

The last person you'd expect to be up with any trends, but it's alright, you're here to help him!

He's hesitant, only because he's a bit bashful! When it comes to these silly little recordings and any of your playful schemes, he gets a little shy about it.

But if you really bat your eyes, pout a little, maybe even tug on his sleeve...

"Please? Just this once, sweetheart?"

He sucks in a deep breath. He's a captain for Christ's sake, he's resisted things worse than this, and no amount of hellish torture has ever made him crack in the slightes-

"Pretty please? For me, Johnny?"

What was he thinking about again?

He sits there while you practically bounce in your spot while you lather on thick layers of lipstick, wondering if this will haunt him.

But all his bashfulness goes out the window when you cup his face oh-so-gently, smother him with kisses, giggling about how ticklish his facial hair is, how it nearly messes you up, how you smile proudly at your work and at him.

You swear you won't post it because you know he can't risk his reputation as a captain... but you also know nothing is stopping you from bringing it up every now and then to him.

Pulling up the pictures and videos, smugly grinning and ogling them while he groans at how smug you are.

Real proud of that one, aren't you?

Soap

"So basically for the trend I just need to put on some lipstick, kiss yo-"

"Say less."

Literally he doesn't care what he has to do, this man wants his kisses.

He'll be all "You missed a spot" when you're applying the marks on his face.

Your guys' version of the trend is a little different.

Instead, the video starts with you putting on lipstick, Soap takes it, commenting how the shade would look good on him, applying it on his lips before smothering you with kisses in the video, leaving the two of you all covered in lipstick stains.

After you wiped your face off, you notice Soap hasn't.

He's just staring smugly at the mirror, rubbing his chin, talking about how "Y'know, I think this actually looks good on me" and "Think I'll keep it on for today, yeah?"

"Honey, you can't go out like that."

"An' why not? I'm jus' wearin' makeup."

"Don't be a smartass- hey! Get back here MacTavish!"

Every day that man tests your patience, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Ghost

"You won't budge until I say yes?"

You're sitting on his lap on the bed, keeping him still, batting your eyes with faux innocence. He could lift you off if he wanted, but he doesn't, and that alone is enough of an answer for you.

"Nope."

He's trying to pretend so much that he doesn't care too much about it, that he's just letting you do whatever you want. Obviously, he's just playing along.

However, it isn't until you kiss that particular spot of his neck just right under his jaw where the stubble stops that it escalates.

"Oh? Is the lieutenant feeling ticklish?" You coo.

"'m not ticklish-" He's cut off by more kisses peppered around the area and a few extra on his face.

"Mhm, really, because," You're giggling in between your words, "When I kiss you here," He forces the fakest cough he's ever made when you kiss the same spot against, nipping it slightly. All he can do is lean back into the couch, leg bouncing impatiently, trying to bite back a chuckle or two until he finally cracks. The two of you are in a quiet fit of snickers and giggles until you finally let up.

After making the video, you silently gush over it, replaying it over and over. There's a hint of redness on his cheeks, and his eyes seem to flicker from you to the camera, it's the most flustered you've ever seen him be and you got it all on tape, lucky you.

Roach

"That's so dumb, of course I wanna do it."

Roach is all for goofy little couples trends, so it's nothing new if you ask him to do another.

"Babe, stay still would you?" You pout, "I'm gonna have to start over if you keep squirming!"

"Mmm, I think I'd like that."

"Of course you would." Rolling your eyes, you pinch his cheek and he yelps, apologizing and letting you continue. He really can't help it though, it's really ticklish for him.

It takes maybe three tries for you to get the video right, ending with one where Gary messed up your makeup for you by swooping in to give you a sloppy smooch and clumsily wiping it only to further smear it while in a fit of giggles. He claims you were taking too long so he put matters in his own hands.

"So when do I get to do you?"

"What are you talking about, that's all there is- Gary!"

"Nuh-uh, c'mere!"

Hound

He's confused as ever but agrees to it on a whim since he's often entertaining your needs and wants anyways.

As you settle on his lap, his hands rest on your sides and he looks up at you with affectionate eyes. He was looking at you like that when you were putting on your lipstick, too. You almost don't want to ruin his pretty little face, but at the same time, you think it'd look so much prettier with your kisses all over it<3

His eyes close and he stays still while you mark his face all over, even when your lips tickle sensitive spots like his scars. Patient as ever.

When you pull away, he looks like such a doll for you. Your hands cup his face and his lashes flutter open, showing those big brown eyes still giving you the same adoring look, and your chest is basically hammering. He can probably hear it, too. He reaches up to hold your hands and presses his lips against the knuckles. You swear your heart just stopped.

"Everything alright, sugar?"

Oh fuck, what were you supposed to be doing?

"Mhm." You nod frantically, face burning while his thumb brushes over a knuckle, "Y-You know, maybe we can just... tonight... haha... holdmeplease?"

Yeah... you never did quite get your video.

König

"What, with me?" He asks, bewildered.

"Of course?? Who else am I going to do it with? Oh sure, let me call up Horangi, I bet he'll be happy to-"

"Nonono! I want to do it!"

Moments later, he's sitting on the edge of your bed, hood off, fidgeting awkwardly, and watching you quietly. Now you know what he meant when they told him he couldn't stay still for the life of him.

"König, honey, you act like I'm going to hurt you or something." You chuckle, popping your lips as you apply your lipstick in the mirror. He wasn't even this skittish in bed so what had him all jittery?

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you reassure him with a kiss first on the forehead. "Relax, I just want to take a video, that's all."

"Sorry schatz, I'll behave." He hums, easing up at your touch and you smile, planting kisses all over. It seems he just didn't know what exactly he was in for.

You show him how he looks on your phone, "Thoughts?"

"Not bad..." He attempts to wipe off the marks, but you swat his hand away from him.

"You think we're done, mister?"

"Huh?" Practically pouncing on him, you cut him off with a hungry kiss, hovering your body over his. What, he didn't seriously think all you wanted was a video, did he?

Alejandro

He snickers, "If you just wanted my attention, you could've asked."

"I'm serious, Alejandro, it's a thing!" You beam, pointing to the videos on your phone.

He jokingly dismisses your claim and settles onto his office chair, looking at you expectantly. You're confused for a moment, what was he staring at you for?

"Are we going to do this or not? Don't tell me it was actually an excuse now, mi vida."

"No!" You blurt, though now you're debating if you should do this or just leave him waiting with how much he wants to tease you. Then again, you can't pass up this opportunity.

While applying your makeup, you can spot him quietly admiring you in the corner of his eye, and it nearly throws you off your game.

As you kiss him, he keeps his eyes on you, a grin on his lips. Not for a single moment does he tear his attention away from you, instead pointing at a few spots for you to mark.

"I got it, I got it," You huff, mumbling to yourself, "You're certainly enjoying this, colonel..."

Post-production, when you get up to wipe off your lips, he looks at you with offense, "What, that's it?"

"Yes..?"

"Nonono, I think we need to do it again, my way, this time." He snickers, pulling you in by the waist.

"Your way? Alejandro!" You whine without fighting back as he pulls you in for a longer kiss, all your protests forgotten.

a/n: homies i kinda regret writing this so close to valentine's day haha...

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