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Things Sevika says as your lover…
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Let me do it. / I'll handle it. / Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
She wants to take care of you so, so bad. Whether that's opening every door and pulling out every chair for you, or wiping someone off the face of the earth in your name.
She's in her element when she's of service. Deep down, she thinks that as long as she proves useful then your continued affection is almost guaranteed.
Can't do that anymore, my woman/partner said so. / Wrap this up. I gotta get home to them.
She is yours, no ifs or buts about it. And she makes sure everyone knows how fiercely loyal she is, she will not be doing anything to disrespect your boundaries or your relationship.
Obviously her work and her abrasive nature will put a natural strain on some parts of your relationship, but she's never intentionally causing you distress. Loyalty's her most important personal value, and you have the most of hers.
No, get behind me! / I said stay here. / I need you safe, understand?
You're a culmination of everything she's fighting for. All the beauty of Zaun, her reason for sticking her heart in this city, you are all of that personified. So you can't die. You can't get hurt.
If she has to lock you in the house to keep you from following her into a death mission, she will. You'll understand. She's always taken a beating for the ones she loves, the role thrust upon her that she now clings to like a hardy mask.
Stand down. / Down, baby. / I don't care if you don't like it, follow orders.
If you follow her into combat, good luck with getting bossed around like crazy. She always keeps you in her line of sight, preferably also within three feet of you so she can jump in front of you to sacrifice another limb if need be.
She's also absolutely zero nonense while working. She isn't flirting with you or showing vulnerability in front of her crew, but she is relishing in getting to tell you what to do (and she expects you to heed immediately).
'S all for you, doll… / Mm-mm, you're not getting up… / Pretty thing… so warm… love you so much…
She only ever talks like this when she's sleepy, or just waking up. She doesn't say I love you much (outside of when she's leaving for work), as to her, it takes away from the weight of it (WRONG imo, but in character i think lol).
The sweetest sweetheart ever when she's all wrapped up in your arms. Her voice is even lower in the mornings, with a distinct gravel to her tone. She uses it to her advantage, whispering such sweet things in your ear as she "subtly" traps you in her arms to keep you in bed.
She keeps repeating the same things over and over again, praising you and professing her love like there's no tomorrow. Her favorite love language switches to words of affirmation while she's drowsy lol.
So good to me, god you keep me sane. / I'm gonna fuckin' give you everything… / You smell so good, I could eat you (she then does actually try to bite you and you scream and push her off the bed)
Nsfw under the cuttt~
Uh uh, don't run from me. / Stop moving. / You're gonna take it either way, don't whine.
One of your favorite games is to see how long you can hold out being a brat (i.e., closing your legs every time she spreads them, shifting your hips away, etc.) before you make her snap and she just manhandles you.
Her displays of strength are usually subtle, like lifting you steadily off the floor and laying you down slowly on the bed without struggle. But when you do finally get her to snap, she's flipping you over on the bed like a pancake, and holding you up against the wall with just her human arm as she fucks you. She barely breaks a sweat holding you down on the bed, no matter how strong or how determined your bratty ass may be.
I'm never fuckin' sharing you, baby. / Look at me. Don't look away, those are *my* pretty eyes, I wanna see them. / Is that good, doll? Whose making you feel good? Mhm, and don't forget it…
Chances are that you end up being the jealous one in your relationship rather than her. But she is extremely possessive. When she gets especially in a mood, she's intent upon fucking you until your brain melts and you're nothing but putty in her hands, obsessed with her.
She reminds you how good she makes you feel, and how she's the only one that can fuck you that way. You're always extra cuddly and touchy in the days following, and she loves it because she knows it means she's stuck on your mind.
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#𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
thank you all so much for 500 followers and 1000 reblogs!!! O(≧∇≦)O literally a few days ago we reached 400. thank you again. i didn't realize people liked my work. so here's headcanons of husband!nanami. enjoy!!!
husband!nanami who brings you delicious pastries and a big bouquet of your favourite flowers every week without fail because he loves you oh so much. he loves how you always say thank you to him and appreciating him in ways he had never been appreciated before.
husband!nanami who opens the car door for you before you get on or of. he has to be the gentleman he promised to be so don't you dare touch the door, he'll quickly get out of the car and go to your side and open the door for you and offers his hand to help you out too
husband!nanami who carries your heels in his hands as well as your purse because yours tired and your heels are killing you. he always has a pair of flip flops with him just incase this happens which is almost all the time, but he doesn't mind. not one bit
husband!nanami who likes to have you in his arms while he's reading a book. either you're sleeping or on the phone he doesn't care. he claims that he focuses better on the book knowing that you are right next to him in his arms.
husband!nanami who gets flustered when you brush his neck, especially the part closer to his undercut. his neck and ears flashing red and he's unable to look you in the eyes because of your teasing.
husband!nanami who loves to walk up behind you and circle his arms around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder as you cook. not speaking a word after a long tiring day of work, he just wants to feel you on him in silence and be happy that he made such an excellent decision of marrying you.
husband!nanami who ends up talking a lot about you to his coworkers when they ask about anything that's related to you. "your lunch looks good. did you make it?". "it was my beautiful wife actually. she'll be pleased to know you said that". just looking for any excuse to show you off.
husband!nanami who is loved by your parents. he makes meaning conversations with your dad and is a help around the house without being asked which your mom absolutely adores. "you should be more like him", your mom says for the hundredth time you've visited them while nanami's washing the dishes.
husband!nanami who let's you know how much he loves. either through words of affirmation, spoiling you with gifts and just doing acts in your favour. you're his favourite person and he wants you to know that making it evident in his words and his actions.
#comments and reblogs are appreciated
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saw your requests were open and i figured i would humbly aid 🫡
everyone is always like “oh! bucky with a golden retriever reader this! bucky with a sunshine reader that!” what about bucky with a reader who’s just as moody as he is??
no one ever writes two grumps together and i think it would be an interesting dynamic
Summary: It's New Years Eve and this man simply refuses to do anything but be a pain in your ass.
Warnings: cursing, alcohol
A/N: Sid. did you know. did you know that you're literally a genius. you're so right about grumpy x grumpy. i do not know if I have done this justice but I wrote this out on my phone because I like this request so much thank you for sending one in 😭❤️
New Year’s Eve is a migraine wrapped in tinsel and cheap champagne. You’ve seen too many years roll over into nothing to care anymore.
Doesn’t matter. You’re here because the bar’s open, and when someone says “open bar,” you take it as a challenge to see how open it can really be.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks.
“Whatever’s most expensive.”
He ducks under the counter, comes back with a bottle that looks more like a museum piece than alcohol. Fancy glasswork, gold lettering, the works.
He starts, “This one’s got notes of—”
“Let me see,” you interrupt.
The second the bottle’s in your hands, you turn and walk away.
He sputters behind you, but you wave him off. “Put it on the billionaire’s tab."
You snake through the crowd and confetti, nodding at a few familiar faces but not stopping for any. Emergency exit in sight, you take a seat where you can watch the chaos unfold while staying out of it.
"Pass the bottle."
You don't even bother looking at him as you respond, "Go steal your own."
"You took the most expensive one."
"Get another one."
"This is easier."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Real festive of you."
Still, despite your best efforts, he’s already taking a seat, uninvited.
You take another swig before passing the bottle to him without another word.
He glances at you. "Why are you here?"
"Well, it was quiet before someone showed up."
"Must'a really pissed you off," he says, tipping the bottle back.
God, Bucky was fucking annoying. But his cheeks are flushed pink and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow.
"Why are you here?" you scowl.
"It's quiet," he replies, like just knows it'll make you mad. He's right.
"You’re in my space.”
“This isn’t your space.”
“I was here first.”
“Congrats. Want a medal?”
"Leave."
"No," he states, resolutely.
Bucky’s the human equivalent of a rock in your shoe—persistent, irritating, and impossible to ignore.
You feel face warm with irritation. "Where's your date gone?"
"Nat set me up, I've never met her before," he says, as though it’s the least surprising thing in the world. "Haven't seen her in thirty minutes."
"What, you couldn't brood your way into her pants?"
He gives you a dry, unimpressed look. "I don't kiss and tell."
"Doesn't look like you're doing any kissing at all," you scoff.
He tips the bottle back, takes a slow drink, then hands it to you. "You think about me kissing a lot?"
"I don't think about you."
He snorts, low and humorless, and you hate that it makes you want to laugh.
Bucky's fucking annoying. He's run his hand too many times through his hair, and there’s a smudge of something—lipstick, maybe—on his collar, and he's stretched out too damn much, like he's right at home.
He sends you a look. It makes you want to hide. You hate the way his eyes linger, like he’s waiting for you to flinch.
"Bottle," you demand.
He hands it over silently, crossing his arms over his chest, staring right ahead.
"How much longer?" he asks, checking his watch.
"You can leave."
"Sure can," he says, but doesn’t move.
"So leave."
"No."
You stare at him. "Find somewhere else to sit."
"No," he replies.
The minutes stretch. The bottle passes back and forth, your irritation simmering every time he exhales, every time he looks at you like he’s got something to say but doesn’t.
Bucky was fucking annoying. He smelt like expensive cologne and Tide detergent. His eyes are tired and his voice is scratchy. when he shifts beside you, it’s like he takes up more space than anyone has a right
He holds his hand out for the bottle. You give it to him.
"What are you gonna do at midnight?" he asks.
"Finish this bottle."
"What about after?"
"I'll get another one."
Bucky rolls his eyes. “That all?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” You glare at him, but he doesn’t flinch. He never does.
“Good."
His jaw’s tense, his eyes dark and sharp, and for a second, you think maybe he’s as pissed at himself as you are.
Silence falls. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not uncomfortable either. It’s just there. Like him.
"What’re you gonna do at midnight? Cry into whiskey?” you ask pointedly.
“I could, but you drank it all." He rolls his eyes.
There's a lot left. You give him the bottle. He takes it without a word, fingers brushing against yours.
Bucky takes a swig. “No one waiting for you at midnight?"
"Loads," you scoff. "Got a line out the damn door waiting to kiss me."
"Uh huh," be says.
There's silence.
You look at him, only for find him eyeing you.
“No one waiting for you?”
You scoff. “Why, you volunteering?”
He doesn’t answer right away, just studies you with those sharp, unreadable eyes. “Maybe.”
"Sure, Barnes, I'll kiss you at midnight," you drag sarcastically.
His face doesn't shift. Your brows furrow.
"Christ, you're bein' serious," you mumble.
He shrugs non committedly. "I could think of worse things to do."
"Wow," you say dryly. "Charming."
"Just sayin'."
With two minutes to go, you find that it's harder to look him in the eye. Your heart stumbles over itself, and you take another drink to cover the sudden heat crawling up your neck.
Either the whiskey was really starting to take hold, or the damn spirit of the damn season was getting to you.
"Look, I wasn't plannin' on asking anyone else," he says.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Do with that what you will," he says, taking a swig.
"What about your date?" you test.
"Don't think she remembers I exist."
You observe him. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his coat jacket lay on his lap. His bowtie also hung precariously from his neck.
Bucky was really fucking annoying. His hair is toussled and his stubble is rough and you're fairly certain his nose is sunburnt. You know this because you've been staring at him every day from the second he stepped foot in the compound, withdrawn and scowling.
It's late and you're tired of a lot of things and you're careless, so you stare too long. He catches you.
"What?" he bites.
"I'm assessing," you say, then add grudgingly, “You're not... terrible."
Which is a lie. He's beautiful. He's acutely aware of this on some days. Those days are harder for you.
He stares at you. "I can see why there's a line out the door for you."
"Go join them," you say. "I'll finally get some fuckin' quiet."
He exhales a short laugh. "No."
You can hear the crowd shouting numbers, but it’s distant, unimportant. Bucky’s eyes are on you, steady.
The crowd cheers.
Bucky's really fucking annoying.
But he kisses you like he's liked you all his life. Like he's real tired of waiting. It lingers just long enough to make your stomach flip when you realise he still tastes like whiskey.
When he pulls back, he doesn’t look smug. He doesn’t say anything at all. Just hands you the bottle and leans back like nothing happened.
His cheeks are red. His lips are swollen. He's never looked prettier in his damn life.
“Happy New Year,” you mutter, staring at the bottle because you can’t look at him.
“Sure,” he says, voice low, almost hoarse.
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Failing student! Sukuna who didn't really care about all the missed lessons he had in his record. He didn't, not even when the principle called him into his office. Who cared about what that old hag had to say?
He really didn't care, just until he saw you sitting there with that horrified look as you saw him.
You, the president of the student council, who he had always thought was a stuck up bitch. Always a nerd, always getting good grades, always following the rules. Utterly boring, that's what he thought about you. But still fun to tease.
Failing student! Sukuna who is annoyed as hell with the fact he had to hold a little meeting with miss perfect and the old man. He takes a seat, the only other one which was unfortunately next to you.
"You can't be serious?!" you turned your look to the old man. Your voice was annoyingly high pitched.
"I can't... Not him!"
Now you had his attention. He turned to you, seeing you not even sparing him a glance anymore. "Woah, woah, what's with me, sweetheart?"
You kept ignoring him and just shook your head. "Please, I can tutor anyone else, but not..."
Failing student! Sukuna couldn't help but laugh at your horrified and desperate face as you started pleading with the principle who was just shaking his head. Your pathetic attempts to argue were almost cute.
"If you really want my recommendation for your college application, that's my only condition. Get Sukuna's grades up."
Failing student! Sukuna 's Laughter died down as he realized what that meant.
"Wait a second, I don't need tutoring! And especially not from goody two shoes over here."
"Oh, believe me goody two shoes doesn't want to have anything to do with wannabe bad boy too-"
"Quiet you two!" the old man cleared his throat. "Sukuna, you haven't showed up to two thirds of your classes, you need tutoring. And Y/n if you really want to work for that recommendation you'll help him with that."
"Now get out of my office you two."
Failing student! Sukuna is in disbelief to what the fuck just happened as he and you stood outside of the office. You stood there with crossed arms and a fuming expression he had never expected from you.He just turns around to leave as you let out a groan in frustration.
"So when will our lessons start?"
He scoffs. "Never."
You followed his steps and kept that demanding tone. "Sukuna, you can't just decide that, the principle ordered us-"
"I don't care what that old man says and I especially do not care about that little recommendation of yours." he yawned as he kept his steady steps. "I don't need better grades."
You stop in your tracks and he's almost disappointed by your lack of stubbornness until you say-
"You are that hard of a loser?"
Failing student! Sukuna is immediately turning around to see your smug expression. Flabbergasted at your words, because there was no way the biggest nerd of the school just called him a loser?
"What the fuck did you just say?"
And he doesn't know why but that devious grin that forms on your face is starting to fire something inside of him up.
"You're a loser." you sarcastically sighed. "I mean failing in high school? I don't even know how you achieve something like that."
You giggled. "I mean, you probably couldn't better your grades till the end of the year, even with my help. Let alone ever be better than me."
Failing student! Sukuna doesn't even realize how you had him wrapped around your finger as he glared at your smug grin.
"Of course I could. And you know what?" he took big steps towards you, now towering above you. "I could do it even until next month, sweetheart."
And then you smirk. "If you think so. But to prove it to me..." you let out a dramatic sigh. "I guess you would have to come to my lessons."
"Oh, I will come to your fucking lessons." he didn't know why he was so worked up, but he couldn't help it as he glared at you.
"Perfect. See you tomorrow in the library after class." And with that you just turn around and leave him standing there. Shouting a quick "Don't you dare be late, you loser!" back to him.
Failing student! Sukuna doesn't know what's gotten into him as he watches you leave, but he can't help but start smirking too, because who would've thouth the stuck up president of the student council had such a foul mouth?
It was hot.
#jjk#jjk x reader#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jujutsu sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk sukuna#jjk ryomen#sukuna x y/n
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Okay listen I know I said I would stop but you adding onto könig gave me IDEAS.
Him fucking you while you play on your switch once you two get to his, frankly abysmally plain and sad, apartment in Austria only for him to whine about the switch taking too much of your attention and yoinks it from your hands.
Don't ask how he gets you papers, all that matters is now you're his wife and you're in his home country. Oh, you don't like where he lives? That's okay, he'll pick out a much better place. Oh, you only speak English/your native language? Good. He'll be the only one you need to talk to and he can translate anything you need to read and he'll fill out any silly forms needed.
Hope to god that if you don't want kids that your birth control is a fuckin implant. Though, it will only delay it. Not stop it. He wonders after a month of you living in Austria on top of however fucking long he was deployed near you, and not seeing you take or mention any type of birth control, why you aren't pregnant? Sure, hes.....older.....but that shouldn't be an issue, he read an article about a 68 year old man fathering a new baby a week ago. He's healthy, especially for his size. So just what could it possibly be? He decides to dig into your medical history, just to be sure, you can never be too careful, and there he spots the reason his little maus has yet to take. No worries, he knows a doctor.
Well. This got progressively out of hand. Would you believe me if I said I'm not even a könig main girlie?
I would believe you bc that man takes hold like a virus in your system man
The apartment is just a stepping stone— a family needs a house, he knows that, so he has you help him pick one. And I’m gonna say something. The ones he chooses to take you to and view… he picked based on how you build Minecraft houses. And maybe I’m a weenie, but I don’t think he takes your switch! You can’t really go out because you don’t know the language, and he’s gone for long periods on deployment— it’s good for you to have something to do. If he’s trying to spend time with you, he can just loom over you (you’re getting distracted by his cleavage tbh) and gently pull it away, putting it on sleep mode and on a side table.
And you know what. Perhaps a controversial opinion. He gets hard watching you play animal crossing. The way you decorate your little house and do all of the gardening, cooking, crafting. Taking care of the happiness and needs of all of the cute little animals. You’re already perfect at playing house! You’ve got free rein to use his cards to decorate however you want. Make the house a home, you know? And I don’t know about you, but I always have stuffed animals and cute toys all over my animal crossing house. So, to him, you’re basically already subconsciously ready for a baby.
I doubt reader has an implant in this, because she was terminally celibate before he showed up lol. But I do find the concept soooo funny. That he’s trying to get you pregnant so desperately, but of course he hasn’t told you that at all. He just tells you he’s coming inside and you go okay 💖 yay 💖. So like he could ask if you’re on contraceptives and you’d probably tell him but then he might have to admit to what he’s doing and he’d rather just read your entire medical history lmao. And he totally lies to you about why it has to be taken out. Saying there isn’t really medical care to maintain it in Austria, so you should really just have it taken out now.
And then you ask if it’s ok for him to keep giving you creampies even though your implant is gone. As usual, he says it’s fine— that you can let him worry about that!
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KINKS
PAIRING — heeseung + f!reader
WARNINGS — praising/degrading, indirect mentions of exhibitionism, there’s safe words involved but its not directly mentioned
WORDCOUNT — 0.6K
NOTE — more kink talk people, u guys are Hornee. making a whole masterlist for all of enha for this so yeah. . lmk if i missed anything in the warnings !
He’s definitely a service top. Always prioritizes your pleasure over his own, because making you feel good gets him off too. The sweetest boy, he’d follow your lead but not without a bit of teasing here and there. Be a good girl, and he’ll treat you like royalty.
“Feels good, baby?” he asked, watching you writhe beneath him. “You sound so pretty… are you close? Cum f’ me.”
“Is this where you want me to touch?” he teased, rubbing your clothed pussy. “I need words, baby. Guide me, and I’ll follow every command.”
Hair pulling was his weakness. He loved the way it made you arch for him when he was pounding into you from behind, or how it gave him control when your lips were wrapped around him.
“Stop hiding, baby,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your face up. “Let me hear you.” Your choked moans spilled out, only fueling his desire.
Watching you suck his cock was a sight he couldn’t get enough of. “That’s it…” he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he started thrusting into your mouth, losing himself in the pleasure.
Lingerie. He loves when you’re all dolled up for him in the prettiest sets, especially after a long day. He’d worship your body, leaving marks on every inch of skin exposed. Tease him while he’s practicing—just a little peek of lace under comfy clothes—and he’d lose his mind, dragging you to the studio to fuck.
“Shit, baby. Did you have to tease me like that?” he muttered, gripping your neck as he pounded into you from behind. “Wearing slutty lingerie under baggy clothes? You planned this, didn’t you? Well, now take it.”
Cockwarming. Whether he’s gaming or producing, he loves having you cockwarm him. He’ll tease you with light thrusts, loving the way you yelp. If you get too needy and start moving, he’ll immediately abandon everything else and take you properly.
“Sit still, baby,” he murmured, holding your hips as you sank down on him. “Be good, and I’ll reward you.”
But when you couldn’t, he’d mute his mic and toss his headphones aside before fucking you properly.
“Couldn’t stay still, huh?” he growled, thrusting up into you. “Don’t want them hearing what a cockslut you are for me, hmm?”
“Fuck, if you’re needy, just say so,” he groaned, thrusting up into you, his headset forgotten.
He thrived on the balance between praising and degrading you, alternating between the two as he drove you insane. He’d worship how good you felt, only to follow it up by calling you a needy slut, loving the way you clenched around him whenever he whispered filthy things in your ear.
“Your pussy’s taking me so well, princess,” he murmured, his thumb teasing your clit. “Always such a slut for my cock, hmm?”
“Shit… just a cocksleeve for me, yeah? You like it when I use you, baby?” he groaned, smirking as he felt you tighten around him.
Considering how busy he was, he never hesitated to drag you somewhere for a quickie. He didn’t care who was around—he just needed to feel you. You could be a good girl and not get caught, right?
“Shh, baby,” he hushed, covering your mouth with his hand as he pounded into you against the wall. “Don’t want us getting caught, do you?” When he felt you clench, his smirk deepened. “Oh? Does getting caught turn you on? My dirty girl, wanna show everyone what a cockslut you are for me?”
Corruption was his favorite game. You could act all innocent for him, but he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. He adored watching you fall into his trap, craving him more with every touch.
“You can tell me to stop, and I will… but I know you won’t, right?” he teased, his lips brushing over your skin as his hands squeezed your breasts.
“Haa… that’s it, angel,” he murmured, his smile dark and full of intent as he finally tugged your panties off. “Let me take care of you, make you feel so good.”
“Too much?” he teased, a sly grin on his lips. “You know what to say if you want me to stop, angel… but you haven’t,” he murmured, his fingers curling inside you as he coaxed out more of your juices, the squelching sounds only fueling his pace.
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Blue Lock Boys as Dads
rin, sae, isagi, reo, kunigami, yukimiya
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itoshi rin
defo a girl and boy dad. older girl, younger boy vibes. when your pregnant he's definitely the type to get really fussy and not let you do anything incase you hurt yourself or the baby (he won't let you get a glass of water yourself). when your water broke he panicked and accidentally brought you to the wrong hospital...and you had to, as calmly as you could, tell him. and ge FREAKED out. when your baby was born it was all well, he took most night shifts to let you rest as much as you could, even though he's a professional athlete and should probably not be staying up, he would break the rules for you (and the baby too). fortunately, your second pregnancy experience was less chaotic as the first, rin still did the regular night shifts though <3
itoshi sae
only child dad vibes here. if its a girl, he would spoil her SOO much you'd have to scold him for it. but he still continues to treat your daughter like a princess behind your knowledge. on the other hand, if its a boy, he DEFINITELY bought the kid a football...he wouldn't force them to play but he would like his kid to at least try it. whether boy or girl, if they end up playing sports he would be at every match possible to support his child, even coaching them himself. your kid would be the star player of any sports team lol. but if your kid doesn't do sports, sae would also be very supportive of their hobbies, going as far as to buying the best equipment possible for it. however sae would be quite a strict dad from time to time, such as curfews and screen time. but in the end, he just wants what's best for his baby and to keep them safe <3
isagi yoichi
3 kids. he want 3 kids. obviously if you don't want that many he would respect your wishes but its just what his ideal family looked like in his imagination. he would be SOO helpful during and after your pregnancy. would give you massages, cook for you, carry you, anything you can name this guy has done for you. when it comes to taking care of the kids he definitely is big help too. he would carry them all the time and play with them all the time too. but when he's away for matches, you always facetime him before to say good luck and show him the kids in his jersey (he tears up it's too cute) but if isagi's match is nearby, you would bring your kids with you, of course wearing his jersey again, and cheer him on. he also will full on leg it to you all after a match to give you all big kisses (sometimes you might feature in his interviews too) <3
reo mikage
2 kids. either both girls or both boys. idk why i just thought of this when i thought of reo. when you tell reo you're pregnant he is over the moon, and he vows that he will not treat his kids like how his parents treated him, meaning he will let his kids have their own dreams insteaf of having to take over the mikage company. however, he will still spoil his children SO MUCH. you literally are face palming everytime he does. when your nearly about to give birth, he takes time off football (despite the disappointment from nagi lol) to take care of you and after you give birth. but when your children are a bit older he literally begs you to bring them to his matches and even gets you vip seats so they can see how cool their daddy is. if his matches are abroad, he will also pay for your plane tickets (in 1st class ofc) to come see him abroad and so he can see you and the kids. he will boast about it after the match <3
kunigami rensuke
kinda basing this off his own family but 2 girls and 1 boy. he's of course a REALLY good girl dad because he has younger sisters. he knows everything his 2 baby girls need and how they think (fr mind reader). as for his baby boy, he taught him football, of course. when we plays with his son he does play a little rough but not enough to hurt his kid. he would never forgive himself if he hurt his own kids, son or daughter. he love them all equally. (he's just a big teddy bear, even after wildcard he wouldn't treat his family any different) <3
yukimiya kenyu
2 kids. older boy and younger girl. yukimiya is the definition of GENTLEMAN. he is literally perfect. he researched everything when you told him you were first pregnant, so that he was prepared. everything went perfectly smoothly and soon, you two had your second baby. yukimiya also would take time off football to take care of you and the kids until they're manageable for you when he's away for matches. his son is a massive fan of his own father (who wouldn't be) and your baby girl is just there for the vibes lol. they have exact replicas of yukimiya's sports glasses and signed jerseys. but when the kids grow out of their baby jerseys, yukimiya gets a bit emotional, he cant bring himself to throw them away. so the frames the little baby jerseys in the living room if your house <3
here's a little thought/drabble for yall bc my maths series is taking a while...(im so sorry it will take a bit😔)
hope you like this and a smau should be out in a bit too ( 〃▽〃)
#vera's blog! ☆ミ#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin#rin itoshi#rin x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi sae x reader#sae itoshi#sae x reader#itoshi sae#sae itoshi x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi x reader#isagi yoichi#mikage reo x reader#reo mikage#reo x reader#kunigami x reader#kunigami rensuke x reader#kunigami rensuke#yukimiya x reader#yukimiya kenyu x reader#yukimiya kenyu#reo mikage x reader
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What a Mess 3
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: thick!Bucky Barnes
Summary: Your new job isn’t all that you expect. (maid AU – short!reader)
Note: hate me, baby.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
You're a little less addled as you enter the condo that day. You have a soft playlist going as you carry your kit through and roll in the vacuum. The sunlight beams large rectangles across the hardwood as the shadows of the frames skew between. The air is still and as placid as the melody in your ears.
The list guides you. Even as you could recite it by rote. You can never be too careful. You turn the corner into the living room, the TV glaring blue across the space.
You round the couch to grab the remote. Strange, the coffee table is pushed back. Your toe brushes something on the floor and you stop short.
You look down at the body on the floor.
Concern ripples up your spine and swells in your throat. Is Bucky okay? His shoulders curl forward as he hugs a pillow, legs bent under the thin throw blanket usually folded over the back of the couch. It's only his low snores that assure you he didn't collapse there.
You sway above him. Even as he lays on the floor, you feel tiny. Should you wake him? You glance up at the television and decide better of it. You've been a part of a similar tableau. Sleepless nights are often a battle, especially alone.
You shut off the TV and retreat. You'll wait to do the front room. You look up the spiral staircase. The metals too noisy. What can you do that won't disturb him?
You turn off your earbud and put it away. You'll have to be careful of everything you do. The silence is dense. You don't often let it pervade your life. You always have something going; music, a show, an audio book... anything to keep you from drifting.
You start small, wiping down the cupboards with a dust cloth. There isn't much to catch but one day can make the difference.
There's still no step stool. You make sure he isn't around when you lift yourself up on the counter and work on your knees. You should ask but you also hate to be demanding.
Despite the odd circumstance, it's calm. You stay alert as you work through the lost, out of order, but you do what you can.
Will he wake up soon? You hear a groan followed by a murmur. You can't understand it. You turn the faucet on, keeping the stream slow, and wash up the few dishes left near the sink. The smell of the citrus dish soap wafts in the air. As do his snores.
The snorting rhythm reassures you. They don't stop even as you chance your ascent upstairs. You use the small hand broom on the steps. You find that's easier. Slowly you make your way down until a metallic chink startles you.
You turn on the steps as Bucky squints sleepily at you. He wears a pair of briefs, his shoulders draped in the throw blankets, as his thick hair hangs in puffy tangles. He rubs his chest, scratching there as you avoid looking below his groggy face.
You push yourself against the narrow railing as he grips the bottom. You do your best to make room for him to pass.
"Time?" He asks.
You wince and fumble to free your phone from the holder on your belt. "Eleven."
He sniffs and nods.
"I know it's not on the list, but... coffee, please."
He backs up and rubs his temple. You can tell by how he moves that he has a headache. You didn't expect a super soldier to fet those.
"Yes, sir," you leave the hand broom on the step so you can remember where you left off and stand.
You come down cautiously. You don't like how narrow and steep the climb is. Bucky goes to the couch and drops down heavily. You glance over as he grips his skull.
You keep your phone out and google the instructions for his coffee machine. You don't have one yourself. You find the bag of grinds and load it up. You add water to the tank then hit 'brew'. Simple enough.
You wait for the machine to finish and pour a mug. You turn to face the front room. Bucky’s head rests against the cushion as he remains unmoving. You tiptoe over and peer around. The coffee table’s too far to put the cup down. You stare at him as his eyes are firmly shut.
“Smells good,” he sits up and reaches for the mug. You hand it over. “You can help yourself.”
You fold your hands and offer a tight smile, “no thanks. Very kind though.”
He groans and nods, bringing the cup up to inhale the scent. He blows over it before he drinks. You wince. “Oh.”
His blue eyes flick over to you, “what?”
“Oh, I didn’t... didn’t ask if you put anything in it.”
He shrugs, “black is fine.” He takes another deep swig and clears his throat. “You wouldn’t believe the dirt water they put in field rations.”
You dip your chin and shrug, “uh, oh no.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he grumbles as he cradles the mug in his large hands and leans forward, elbows on his thighs. “Just... talking.”
You nod and put your hands behind you. He glances at you again. You can’t read his expression. Is he annoyed?
“Goddamn,” he exhales deeply and raises the cup to press against his forehead.
You watch him, teetering between fleeing back to the stairs and waiting for him to tell you to do so. “Do you need some advil?”
His cheek dimples and he scoffs as he lowers the mug, “doesn’t work for me.”
Your brows pop up curiously, “oh.”
“Another cup should do the trick,” he drains the coffee and holds out the cup. “Appreciate it, doll.”
“Yes, sir,” you take it as a dregs trickles down onto your fingers.
“Don’t gotta call me sir. This isn’t a platoon,” he rubs his cheek. “Not the sergeant here. Just...” his voice trails off and he shakes his head. He stands and rolls his shoulders. “You can leave the cup on the counter for me.”
He steps towards you and you flinch. He moves around you and you turn to watch him. His feet slap the floor heavily. He must be in rough shape as you usually don’t hear him stalking around the place. He disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking shut.
You look down at the porcelain. More coffee. Simple.
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#drabble#what a mess#maid au#marvel#avengers#mcu#captain america#winter soldier
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originally wrote a bunch of other hcs down in tags because that's where i live but then i realized only 30 or so get put on post and then they delete so here's my addendums to save for myself
piper n reyna's relationship:
reyna's story is one of accepting expectation and living up to it.
piper's story is one of denying expectation and contradicting it, because she doesn't like what comes with it / people not liking her because she's something other than piper (i.e. people r friends w her because she's her father's daughter, her father's money, her mother's beauty, etc). piper is sick of other people controlling her life, deciding what she does and doesn't get, and feeling like she hasn't earned anything
piper is originally weird about the relationship for obvious coming into sexuality reasons + it feels like another expectation. another thing her mother gave to her, another thing built on other people's expectation
reyna is against the relationship because it goes against her duty. like she mentions sometime in SoN, praetors get in relationships with each other because it's good for rome or whatever. can you imagine if she was dating a greek?? that would feel like a complication to her duty
AND
piper's read enough myths to know about pretty women who betray their families for the hero. she is NOT going to be one of them, feeding into her whole traitor-dad arc
but as their arcs grow in anti-parallel, they both come to admire each other
piper admires how reyna is so independent, so strong, and so sure of herself. reyna admires how piper doesn't concede into what other people want.
reyna starts finding an identity outside of CJ and outside of her duty & symbolically, being in a relationship with piper signifies doing something for herself rather than doing something for rome
piper realizes that by automatically going against expectation is still allowing it to control her and she should instead listen to her own feelings
lowk should've been what rr did with jason/piper in the first place if he wanted it to stick but oh well
back in cj
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW JASON LOOKS LIKE LUKE AND WHAT THAT DOES TO ANNABETH!!!
but first some other points
op and others had good points about annabeth that were tragically heartbreaking so i'm going to switch focus to jason
can you fuckin imagine jason at this time
percy refuses to help hera and is literally taking the gods by the throat, but jason probably doubles down and is trying to appease the gods
he thinks this is retribution. he thinks they've messed up
he thinks if he is a good hero, reyna can come back
and then 6 months later annabeth shows up
guys. Guys
jason looks exactly like luke. blonde general with a scar on his lip ?!
annabeth looks at him like she's seen a ghost
she's thinking of a traitor brother, a brother who was too good to be true, who was kind and friendly to all the outsiders, who was the leader of camp, who betrayed her
and she sees jason ... who is exactly all that
and in canon we always get her saying jason is 'too perfect' and unnerving to her
BECAUSE HE REMINDS HER OF LUKE!
and can you imagine if she hears his last name and goes oh. Oh
can you imagine jason finding out she knew his sister
the sister who (he thinks) abandoned him
the sister who has grown a new sister
a new family, with a boy who looks exactly like him
he's been replaced. he's been replaced, and this girl has never been abandoned by his sister like he was
and annabeth is standing there, now perfectly aware that she has replaced this kid in a family that wasn't supposed to be her's, but was, in a family that loved her and cared for her, and she sees the kid who has nothing, not even a best friend
CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE
annabeth probably originally distrusts him when she doesn't exactly remember the whole luke/thalia thing, jason is probably jumping to get on the quest because if he can please the gods he can get reyna back
also [later] jason finding out that percy and annabeth has done more for demigods by being rebellious little freaks than he has his whole life despite being the perfect hero
can you imagine what that does to him
'oh you got demigod children claimed and recognized by sitting on the gods throne and sassing them ... you were offered immortality, and i wasn't?'
even though he was the perfect hero
even though he did everything they ever asked
AND THEN
then he meets reyna again and the one person who shared his identity, the one person who shared his duty, has. ... escaped?
can he escape too?
but he's son of jupiter, he's never been more than that, how could he possibly escape?
then he finds out reyna has now met his sister ... and it feels like everyone he knows has met her except him
why wasn't it him? if he was son of jupiter, perfect hero, why wasn't he in chb? why leave him where he is useless, was he not good enough the first time?
we see reyna escape at the end. reyna realize she is more than a hero, realize reyna has learned she's not just the gods' chess piece. we also see her go through the same arc percy did in pjo if she's not at the final battle → sometimes being the hero is not about stepping up, but learning when to step down. she may not have been at the battle, but she empowered others to have won it (also works nice thematically w her powers)
reyna escapes. jason never does. he stays at cj, too scared to find out who he is. when leo (allegedly) dies, jason is thinking, it should've been me. he's the hero. so he stays at cj. he stays because what if what he finds is something he doesn't like, what if who he is, is not who he is supposed to be?
makes toa all the sadder
anyways yeah that's my 2 cents
Thinking about a concept where Juno swaps Annabeth and Reyna instead.
Annabeth and Reyna are fine, because they’ve always been able to handle just about anything the gods threw at them. Piper accidentally has her gay awakening via fake memories of a relationship with Reyna and is really confused why her girlfriend is acting so weird. Reyna and Leo bicker non-stop because even without her memories Reyna knows what she’s doing and she’s very used to getting people to listen to her but Leo will not be serious for even one second.
Percy would start fist fighting the gods in the first week. Jason has never been more stressed in his life because he never even wanted to be praetor but it was manageable while he was doing it with Reyna and now he’s alone. What the hell is he supposed to do.
By the time Annabeth shows up at Camp Jupiter, Jason is so relieved someone knows what they’re doing that he immediately asks her to be praetor, now if she’ll excuse him he needs to go have an anxiety meltdown in a corner somewhere
#: riordanverse#i don't know why i thought this would all fit in the tags#oh also leo reyna bonding about killing parents hahah but its not the same really#also thinking about leo meeting percy and realizing that if his mother had lived#this is probably who he would've been#percy / leo were some of the only ones who had good mothers#mothers who cared mothers who didnt care about fate but their sons#it's why sally jackson matters so damn much in percy's story; what matters in percys story is not his godly side but his human one#leos arc is about not thinking he could be loved unconditionally#its why he throws himself into being something useful. because the last person who loved him unconditionally is dead#also thinking about how the only person who reyna loved unconditionally was her sister and she killed her father to#save her#and even they don't stay together#anyways#also jason watching everyone in cj love annabeth watching her run a camp and thinking she could just replace him in everything he does#and nobody would notice#yeah
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Burning Desire. Mydei.
Summary: You catch the prince after his training, trying to free himself of his armor.
Warnings: NSFT, mature
Author's note: He pretty. That's my only excuse. / Written before his release
The embers of a fire sparked in your ear, crackling when you walked past it and up the stairs. Mydei stood above. His shoulder rolled, gauntlet catching the light and causing your eyes to squint as the reflected beam flashed in your eyes, leaving the sight of him pulling at a leather strap fuzzy. It was the hazy image of him you saw turn to look back at you.
For a moment, he stood there, muscles flexed as the armor he had been wearing dropped to the chair by his side along with the weapon he so tediously cared for. You wouldn't put it past him to purposefully make a show of himself, not when he was pushing a few locks of strawberry blond hair off his sweaty forehead to properly set his eyes on you. You could have sworn the fire you were standing by only moments before had been ice cold compared to the flames stoking in him as he saw you. It left you almost hesitant, wanting to take a step back as you stalled on the stairs you had only just been climbing.
“Getting shy now won't do anything for you.”
His voice never failed to send a shiver down your spine, especially when he had just left the training grounds leaving Mydei sounding slightly breathless in the worst and best of ways as he wordlessly encouraged you to come close with a wave of his now bare hand.
The moment you finally closed the distance between you, both that same hand settled on your waist to pull you close, leaving you with no escape from the heat he exuded.
“You're sweaty.” You tried to complain, but he laughed in response, leaning into your ear to whisper back a teasing reply.
“You don't usually complain about that.”
You could feel the calluses on his fingers as they dared to sneak up your shirt, barely brushing against your skin. He was clearly in a mood, worked up and high on adrenaline from the sparring match you had watched only minutes prior as he lifted his spear high into the air with ease before bringing it down with a wide slash- and was now trying to drag you into it with him as he pressed you to his chest.
You could almost feel the fast tempo of his heart against your skin, how it beat with a constant thud that refused to calm down even as his nose nuzzled into your neck.
“Would you care to help me change out of my armor?” Mydei asked, far too teasing for a man whose touch was wandering to your wrists to pull your own hands to the sash wrapped around his waist.
“I don't think that's armor, my prince.”
“It is if you want it to be.”
You shook your head, half tempted to say no simply to see him fake a pout, but the image of him with that spear in hand came to mind again as he knocked down the men he usually fights alongside during battle to stand above them wiping sweat from his-
Okay, you were sold.
But you didn't tug on the sash he encouraged you to, even as you felt Mydei pressed against you and half hard just waiting for the attention he was too proud to openly beg for, but up to his shoulders were golden jewelry lay. It too was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, even as you pulled the livery collar off of him and tossed it to the side with a clatter below the fire pit; left to be forgotten about until later as his lips fell back to your ear before slowly trailing down to your neck. It was only when his teeth started to nibble at you that he spoke again.
“I see how it is. You're going to make me take it off myself.”
“Maybe.” You giggled. “I have always loved to watch you. On the field, in the training hall, or…”
“Here?”
“Here.” You nodded.
He parted from you, taking the smell of his musk, the fanning of his breath, and his warmth with him to once again stand before you with a smirk painting him; just like the tattoos you couldn't help but want to run your nails over.
“Then I'll let you watch.”
And just like before, as you had sat in the stands watching him in the gladiator arena, you sat back and drank in the sight of your prince, your Mydei, in all his glory. Only this time it was as his sash and pants were pushed out of the way to fist his cock- and this time it was all for you.
#banner by cafekitsune#mydei#mydei x reader#gn reader#hsr x reader#honkai sr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hoyoverse#nsft
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serious intentions
Lando Norris x Alejandra Lagüera Menéndez
Summary: Alejandra and her family join the Pilão family for a vibrant summer lunch in São Paulo. Amid the festivities, Pietra shares some playful interactions with Lando Norris, who shows a surprising interest in Alejandra.
Wordcount: 0.9 k
Warnings: just fluff
January 2nd, 2025 - São Paulo
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The sun was high over São Paulo, casting a golden glow on the lush garden where the Pilão family hosted their annual summer lunch. The expansive patio was adorned with colorful flowers and tables set with vibrant linens and elegant dishes. The laughter of two families mingled in the warm air, the sound of plates clinking and glasses being raised filling the scene with life.
Alejandra sat between her mother, Gabriela, and Pietra, enjoying the lively conversation around her. The scent of churrasco wafted through the air, mingling with the fresh citrus of the caipirinhas being passed around. Milton Pilão, always the charming host, was at the head of the table, regaling everyone with a story about his latest business venture, while Tati nodded along, her charisma as a famous TV host making her the perfect counterpart to her husband.
Across the table, Max Fewtrell, Pietra’s British boyfriend, fit right into the dynamic. His easygoing demeanor and quick wit made everyone laugh, even Ale’s father, Antonio, who was notoriously hard to impress. Diego, Ale’s younger brother, sat wide-eyed, hanging onto Max’s every word as he told stories about his time racing in Europe.
Ale leaned toward Pietra, nudging her playfully. “I still can’t believe you managed to get Max here during the holidays,” she teased. “You must have some serious powers of persuasion.”
Pietra smirked, brushing her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. Max will do anything for me,” she replied with mock arrogance, shooting him a playful glance.
“Anything except speak Portuguese fluently,” Max chimed in with a grin, eliciting laughter from the table.
As everyone continued chatting, Pietra’s phone buzzed on the table beside her plate. She glanced at the screen, and her expression immediately changed to one of amusement. “landonorris has replied to your story,” the notification read.
Ale noticed the slight lift of Pietra’s brow and whispered, “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Pietra replied quickly, but Ale could see the corners of her lips twitching as she suppressed a laugh. She opened the message and saw Lando’s reply to the selfie she had posted with Ale earlier that day.
landonorris: Who the fuck is that one?
Pietra couldn’t help but giggle at the message, her fingers hovering over the phone as she considered how to respond. She quickly typed back.
pietra.pilao: That’s Ale. She’s one of my best friends.
Pietra sent the message and leaned back in her chair, stifling a laugh as she looked at the screen. Ale, ever the curious one, raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing!” Pietra tried to hide her amusement, but it was clear she was struggling to maintain her composure. “Just some random thing Lando said,” she added, not wanting to explain further.
Ale didn’t press her. She had heard of Lando Norris before—who hadn't? The British Formula 1 driver who had a reputation for being cheeky and fast on the track. Max and Pietra often talked about him, but Ale had never really cared much to dig deeper into his world. She had enough on her plate with school and her own projects.
Pietra quickly typed back to Lando, but before Ale could ask her about it, the waiter brought out another round of caipirinhas, distracting the table for a moment. The chatter shifted to talk of vacations and future plans as the food continued to flow.
Meanwhile, Pietra’s phone buzzed again, signaling a new message. She glanced at the screen, and this time, her smile couldn’t be contained. She subtly swiped the message open, careful not to let the others see.
landonorris: Seriously, though, she’s pretty. You should introduce me to her.
Pietra rolled her eyes with a grin, knowing exactly where this was headed. She typed quickly, feeling a mischievous streak coming on.
pietra.pilao: Oh, you’re seriously asking to meet her now?
She pressed send, leaning back in her chair as she kept an eye on Max, who was deep in conversation with Ale's father. She knew Max and Lando were close friends, but this sudden surge of interest from Lando was unexpected. Sure, he was known for his flirty nature, but Pietra had never seen him so eager to meet someone. She couldn’t help but find it amusing.
landonorris: Yes, please. I’ll do anything to get an introduction. She’s gorgeous.
Pietra chuckled to herself, imagining Lando's usual playful tone as she read the message. She quickly responded, not able to resist teasing him.
pietra.pilao: You’re going to have to work for it. I don’t just introduce anyone to Ale. She’s not the type to do hook-ups. You’d have to prove you’re serious.
As she typed, her fingers hesitated slightly, knowing that Lando’s “seriousness” had always been a bit of a running joke. He was never one to commit to anyone long-term, preferring casual flings. Pietra wondered, though, if he really was interested in Ale, or if this was just another one of his infamous flirtations.
landonorris: I’m serious. I’ll prove it to you. Just let me meet her.
Pietra raised an eyebrow at the message. She didn’t doubt that Lando would be persistent, but she had her doubts about how far his “seriousness” would actually go. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at the idea of playing matchmaker for her two friends.
Pietra quickly typed back, laughing to herself.
pietra.pilao: You’ll have to impress her first, Lando. It’s not that easy. She’s not interested in anyone who isn’t all in.
She glanced up at Ale, who was deep in conversation with her mother. There was no way Ale would ever fall for a guy like Lando Norris, right? She wasn’t the type for fleeting crushes or games. Pietra sighed, wondering if Lando would take her seriously or just play around as he usually did.
Before Pietra could send the message, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Max leaned over, his voice low but curious. “What’s so funny? You’re acting all secretive over there.”
Pietra quickly locked her phone and gave Max an innocent smile. “Oh, just Lando being Lando. He’s asking to meet Ale.”
Max’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Lando? Really? You think he’s serious?”
Pietra shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s finally ready to settle down—or maybe it’s just another one of his flirtations.”
Max looked skeptical, but his eyes softened as he caught a glimpse of Ale laughing across the table. “Well, if he’s serious, I guess I’ll have to have a word with him.” He leaned back, a hint of a smirk on his face. “But if he’s not serious... I’ll let him know to back off.”
Pietra chuckled, shaking her head. “We’ll see. But don’t say anything to Ale. She doesn’t know about any of this.”
Max gave her a knowing smile. “No worries. I won’t say a word.” He gave her a wink, then turned his attention back to the conversation at hand.
Pietra quickly returned to her phone, watching as Lando sent yet another message.
landonorris: Alright, alright. I’ll prove I’m serious. Just wait.
Pietra chuckled and locked her phone. She glanced over at Max, who was still chatting with Ale's father, and then looked back at Ale. There was no way Ale would fall for Lando’s usual antics. Ale was strong, independent, and had no time for someone who wasn’t fully committed. She didn’t want a fling. If Lando was going to get her attention, he would have to show he was more than just another pretty face.
#f1 fluff#lando norris#lando norris fluff#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando x reader#f1#f1 smau#formula 1#lando fluff#lando x you#f1 fic#formula 1 fanfic#formula one#lando#lando norris x you#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x oc#lando x y/n#f1 imagine#lando fanfic#london#lando imagine#brazil#pietra pilao#max fewtrell#mclaren#quadrant
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BLLK BOYS X CURLY HAIR S/O! hcs
notes: written with the limited knowledge I have on curly hair 🙏 so hope it’s alright !! [Requested!]
characters: Chigiri, Sae, Bachira, Ness
warnings: cursing probs, ain’t proofread
CHIGIRI HYOMA
adding him for the sole purpose of HAIR DAY DATES 🗣️
You and him, the small counter, and bottles and bottles of hair product and styling tools 😍
Bae you don’t ever have to worry about the back of your hair bc hyo-baby GOTS YOU !!!
No knots allowed!! Not on his watch!!
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I can also imagine you, hyo, and his sister just chilling around one day watching a movie and like sitting in one infront of another doing hair LMAO
The Chigiri siblings GOTCHU YOU
You looked so cutsey it’s insane
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Also he’s like, always adjusting your hair
He doesn’t even say anything, just like fixes it lmao
Def is down for matching hairstyles (maybe not around his friends tho hehe)
Expects princess treatment for helping you lmao
ITOSHI SAE
(trying to learn how to write 4 him😭🙏)
Very quiet about his thoughts (that are positive anyway)
Thinks your hair is absolutely stunning, especially since it’s on you
will say “you look nice” but that’s about it
lowkey hates HOW LONG your routine takes
he just asked if you wanted to go to the beach to walk around
And he asked that like, 45 minutes ago
‘IM ALMOST DONE!!!’
He does like watching you do your hair routine— or more like being there in the same room
He understands the importance of self care, just not to this extent LMAO
like he combs his hair and has a simple face routine, but anything that extends 10 minutes seems over the top to him lol
Will def help you with anything tho, fast learner hehe
ALSOOO!-
when it rains he always gives you his jacket to put over your head to protect them curls 🗣️🙏 very gentlemanly I’ll say
BACHIRA MEGURU
he loves help you form curls!!
Like spinning his finger around and making them ya’know? :o
desperately wants to touch your curls but if you don’t want him to he will try (TRY) not to
Cue aggressive self-restraint stimming from Bachira
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Wants to have you do the same routine on him lol
whiiich you do :3
Hes so excited to be involved and like, touched LMAOO
If you wear bonnets to sleep he wants to wear one too
it totally slides off while he sleeps and never tries to wear it again but still!!!!!!
ALEXIS NESS
absolutely entranced with your beauty
Nonono like, for real
Is in love with your curls 😍 he could watch em’ bounce for hours man
Like okay— in Ness’s mind there’s like a ‘filter’ if you would
And when he looks at you you’re like glowing and smiling n show motion with sparkles in your eyes
And you could just be like, chilling in your pjs LMAO
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Will watch you do your hair routine with stars in his eyes
His hairs kinda curly too— well wavys a better word, but he doesn’t style it like you do
If you ever wanted to style his HED BE MORE THAN HAPPY!
jus happily sitting there criss-cross while you work your magic
help sorry if anything ain’t right— my hair is as straight as a pin soo 😭🙏
Made January 3rd 2025
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Jayvik headcanons
hello jayvik nation im dumping these here bc im almost done with the second chapter of my fic and these have been stewing a while
Viktor
has the most beautiful curly calligraphy handwriting ever but it's so curly and fancy you genuinely can't read it
Ibuprofen allergy. source: my twisted mind
fidgeting with stuff all the time. paperclips, pencils, clips, rubber bands, the buttons on his vest
bonus to that one: he messes with his vest buttons so much that Jayce is constantly having to sew them back on when they come off
chronic nail biter
big sweet tooth
great cook but a shitty baker
"get even" kind of person; probably holds grudges from the second grade
doesn't cry very often but can be sensitive in the sense that he cares very much how his closest friends view him and internalizes their opinions
love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service
likes to be touched but not held (autism)
hates winter because it makes his joints hurt, summer is unbearably hot and he can't stand it, he has spring allergies; default fall enjoyer
animals really like him and strays tend to show up at the lab or follow him around
children like Viktor. Viktor doesn't like children back
kids will sometimes randomly talk to him and tell him things in public and he doesn't have the heart to be mean to them or ignore them so he just sits there like "mhm ☺️" while they talk until their parents apologize and walk off
probably has a pet reptile (a turtle or some kind of lizard methinks)
cold natured and wears seven hundred billion blankets to bed every night no matter the season
identifies as male in the sense that he was born a man and just never bothered to think much about it but doesn't fully grasp the concept or purpose of gender. could tell you what makes a man a man or what makes a woman a woman but doesn't understand why nor care
interested in jayce from the beginning but never felt as if he was in competition with Mel
sorry they can pry the JayMelVik love triangle out of my cold dead hands ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
not very affectionate because he doesn't know how to discuss his own feelings but very good at soothing other people
Jayce
dysgraphia (i think that's the term?) – not many issues with reading but not the best with writing
viktor is hyperlexic so it works out alright
AMAZING at drawing. like if he didn't have the passion for science he would be an artist. he draws out all their diagrams and blueprints and Viktor labels them
can cook pretty well but doesn't like to do it; if he stays at Viktor's place then Viktor always cooks for him
likes baking because he controls every single thing that goes in and it's very exact
both he and Viktor have chronic pain in their hands (carpal tunnel) from spending all their time taking notes and working with small delicate parts
he doesn't complain about his even when it bothers him because it feels silly knowing how bad Viktor's pain is every day 💔💔💔💔
10,000 step haircare routine but Viktor's looks better anyway
used to be prone to acne as a teen (if accutane existed in arcane he would have been an accutane kid)
(i was an accutane kid and im projecting)
shaved regularly pre-hexcore because his father had facial hair and he looks a lot like his dad anyway; he was always a little worried if he grew it out it would remind Ximena too much of his dad and make her sad
took entire days off of work and pushed deadlines back when Viktor got bad just so he could stay with him when Viktor was in too much pain to do practically anything
used to deliberately sleep in the lab because Viktor would stay late and he didn't want Viktor to be alone in case he passed out or something happened
love languages are physical touch, gift giving, and quality time
money doesn't exist to him when he's buying other people things. can't do secret santas at Christmas bc he constantly exceeds the budget
simultaneously one of those people who legitimately cannot accept gifts and feels bad when people give him things
was genuinely so in love with Mel; used to have dreams about marrying her and living somewhere quiet with her
most definitely forgave her for manipulating him on the council and understood her but it was just never the same
bottom. argue with the wall
OUGHHHH my shayla 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
guess my favorite character challenge level impossible (it's so unbelievably obvious)
#arcane jayce#i love arcane it definitely didn't ruin my life#arcane league of legends#jayvik#jayce talis#jayce x viktor#viktor arcane#viktor league of legends#jayce league of legends#arcane#arcane s2 spoilers#mel medarda#mel league of legends#my favorite character is jayce btw#it was definitely obvious#viktor nation
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I don’t think people fully understand the sheer gravity of Destiel.
Like, this isn’t just a story about an angel falling in love with a human or another fanon ship that was created just because two dudes were standing too close.
This is an angel, a being forged by God, programmed to follow orders, incapable of free will, the literal embodiment of divine obedience!!! choosing to rebel. For one man. For Dean Winchester.
Think about it. Castiel wasn’t made to feel. He wasn’t made to question. He was made to serve, to follow heaven’s will without hesitation and then he meets Dean. He saves him from hell and in that moment, that exact fucking moment, his entire purpose shifts. Dean didn’t just change his mind cause we are not talking about another mortal being. He changed his entire fucking existence.
And here’s the kicker of it all. God, the all-knowing, all-powerful storyteller, couldn’t stop it. God, who controlled the narrative, who created Castiel and set the rules of the universe, couldn’t stop him from falling. Cas didn’t just disobey orders!!!!!!! He shattered the divine design. He looked at Heaven, at the eternity he was promised and said, "No. I choose him." Insane.
Do you understand how fucking huge that is? This isn’t a simple love story. This is cosmic rebellion and the writers couldn’t even grasp the insanity of what they created for a CW show.
It’s tragic and overwhelming because Cas didn’t fall in love with Dean for any selfish reasons. He didn’t want anything back. He didn’t expect Dean to love him, didn’t need his affection or validation. He never got to touch him or kiss him or get the "I love you too" that all of us wanted to hear. He just wanted to be near him. To help him. To save him, over and over, to make sure that Dean knew that he had someone who was looking after him.
And the cost? It was everything and people just brush over that.
Cas gave up Heaven. He gave up grace. He gave up the safety of eternity and purpose to stay in Dean’s proximity. Not because he was destined to, not because God told him to but because he *chose* to. That’s what makes it so tragic. It wasn’t written. It wasn’t meant to happen. Castiel broke the rules of his existence for someone who didn’t even realise the depth of it until it was too late.
Then THAT moment. When Cas says, "You changed me, Dean." It just hits different, doesn’t it??? Cause it’s not just a love confession. it’s a revelation. He confirms it right there that it was Dean's humanity that did it. Not some grand cosmic force, not some divine intervention. Dean himself, in all his flawed, beautiful, self-sacrificial mess, changed everything.
Dean, who always put others before himself, who had to raise himself, who gave everything to Sam and kept nothing for him. Dean, who was destined to always be second, to always sacrifice his own needs for someone else. Dean, whose car that he loved so much, his only constant, even that belonged to his father. Dean, whose clothes were probably second-hand, whose childhood was spent taking care of his little brother. Dean, whose purpose was always for the world, for the greater good and never for himself.
For the first time, Dean had something that was his. Something that wasn’t meant for anyone but him. Cas was HIS. Not for God, not for his father, not for Sam or the world.
This isn’t just a story about love!!! It’s *the* story about love. It’s messy and painful and romantic in the most devastating way cause Cas didn’t just rebel against heaven, people!!! He rewrote the entire concept of free will, of devotion, of sacrifice!!!!
He loved Dean with everything he was and that love was strong enough to defy God himself.
It’s the greatest, most tragic, most insane fictional story of our lifetime. Nothing will ever come close.
#I could talk about them for hours#I probably do#but i can't get over how they accidentally created the most beautiful love tale.#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#supernatural#spn
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Seven years ♡ - ⭐🥤
Today is our seven year anniversary! I still can't believe how far we've come together. I wanted to write something special for it. Happy starshake anniversary! ♡
2 a.m. The house was quiet. Not just quiet, it was eerily still as if the world had come to a pause, and Shake didn’t like it. Silence gave him too much space to think. Normally, he'd fill the void with obnoxious rants or whatever else he could find in that moment, but tonight, he sat still with the silence and his thoughts, trying not to get lost in them.
He slouched on the couch, his straw tilted at a lazy angle, and for once, he looked uncertain as if something was repeating on his mind. The TV flickered dimly, but it wasn’t doing anything to distract his mind racing full of the same unfamiliar thoughts. His gaze kept drifting to the floor, where his girlfriend, Star, was curled up under her usual blanket and pillows, peacefully asleep. At this moment, he felt.. different. Uncertain in a way he couldn’t place, and it scared him more than he’d ever admit.
Shake hesitated, unsure whether to disturb her. Finally, he whispered, just to see if she was awake.
“..Babe?”
She didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure if he should press it, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. So he repeated, a little louder this time.
Star yawned softly, her head lifting slightly. Her hair was messy, her green eyes half-open, but she still gave him that sleepy, loving smile that made his chest feel tight. “What’s up, Shake? It’s late..”
“I know it’s late! You think I don’t know that? I’m the one sitting here, wide awake…” He trailed off, his words faltering as he realized how ridiculous he sounded. “...I was just.. thinking...”
Her smile softened as she sat up to face him, her voice still gentle despite the sleepiness in her tone. “About what?”
Shake hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing, he never had been. But he’d promised himself, and silently promised Star from the day they started dating that he’d try. For her.
“...Seven years,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper. His voice felt more vulnerable than ever. “That’s.. a long time, you know?”
Star let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes. Despite being half-asleep, she still spoke with the same love and patience that he always relied on. “..Yeah, it is.”
He stayed silent for a moment, as if he was mentally fighting the building thoughts and feelings in his mind. “I mean, look at me. I’m not exactly... easy. And yet, you still stay.” His voice dropped to a whisper, like he was afraid of saying the words out loud. “…Why?”
Star yawned softly, her hand gently pushing her hair from her face as she sat up. She met his gaze, her eyes warm and full of affection. “I love you, Shake,” she said quietly, her voice soft. “... I love you, more than anything.”
He froze, his yellow eyes widening in disbelief as if he was hearing the familiar words for the first time. “Yeah, but like... I’m not exactly some romantic genius, you know? Even though that whole, crazy romantic date I took you on was, like, next level...”
Star’s smile grew even softer as she looked at him. “It was amazing, Shake,” she said, her words filled with quiet sincerity. There was no teasing, no mockery.. just the pure love she always had for him.
He blinked at her, then looked away awkwardly, his straw tilting to one side again. “See? Exactly. But.. I’m not that guy all the time, you know? I’m... kind of a mess. And yet, you don’t seem to care.”
“I don’t need you to be perfect, Shake. I just need you to be you.”
Her words caught him off guard, and he quickly looked away, his straw tilting slightly, his expression showing a rare quiet vulnerability "... I don’t get it," he mumbled, trying to brush it off, but his voice softened. "How do you... love me? I’m a mess." He chuckled, but it was more awkward than confident. "I act like I know what I’m doing, but, uh... I really don’t.."
He sighed, his words slow and deliberate, as if each one were fragile, carefully chosen. A rare, uncharacteristic moment for Shake. It was like he was doing everything to hold onto this moment. Hold onto her.
"When I’m with you... I don’t have to be anything else. You make me feel like... maybe I’m not as messed up as I think. ... I love you. A lot. More than anything."
Star reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his hand. “I know, Shake. I’ve always known.. you try, and that's all that matters.. I love you too”
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he let her hand gently rest on his, the warmth of it softening the feeling in his chest. “Seven years, huh?” he said quietly. “..Guess I must be doing something right.”
Star smiled softly, her expression still carrying the same love for Shake it always did, as she rested back against the pillows. “You’re doing a lot right, babe. And I’d do it all over again... I’d do this forever with you.”
And for once, Shake didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. In that quiet moment, something relaxed in his chest. It wasn’t pure peace, exactly. It was still him, still a little bit of a mess. But for the first time, he wasn’t fighting to be more than he was. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. With Star, he didn’t have to be anyone else.
And maybe, that was enough.
And maybe, he had always been enough for her.
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Hey can you do one where lando who sees the reader after 2 weeks due their busy schedules but she goes out to party at a club and dances with guy(nothing inappropriate) and lando gets supper jealous and they fight and have sex later. If possible can you make the reader!singer
All yours
Summary: Lando’s jealousy ignites a heated argument when he finds you dancing with another man, but it leads to an intimate reconciliation.
Genre: Angst, suggestive, jealous
TW: +18 minors do not interact
A/N: I’ve never written smut before so that’s my first try. Bare with me!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
Masterlist
It had been two weeks since you last saw Lando. Both of you were swamped—him with race prep and sponsorship events, you with recording sessions and promoting your latest single. The rare snippets of time you could steal for video calls felt more like a tease than a relief. So when your best friend insisted you needed a night out to unwind, you reluctantly agreed.
The club was buzzing with energy—music pulsing, lights flickering, and bodies swaying. It was the kind of chaos that let you forget everything for a while. You were laughing with your friends when a guy asked you to dance. He wasn’t pushy, just friendly, and since your friends were already on the floor, you thought, Why not?
When Lando arrived at your apartment a few hours later, tired but excited to see you, he was surprised to find it empty. A text from one of your friends led him to the club, and the sight that greeted him sent a wave of jealousy crashing through him.
There you were, smiling and carefree, dancing with some guy. You weren’t doing anything inappropriate, but it didn’t matter to Lando. He hadn’t seen you in weeks, and now someone else was soaking up your attention. His jaw clenched as he made his way through the crowd.
“Y/N,” he called, his voice cutting through the noise.
You turned, startled, and your face lit up in surprise. “Lando? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said sharply, his gaze flickering to the guy you’d been dancing with.
“He’s just a friend,” you said quickly, sensing the tension in his voice.
“I don’t care who he is,” Lando snapped, grabbing your hand. “We’re leaving.”
Back at your apartment, the tension between you could’ve ignited a fire.
“What the hell was that, Lando?” you demanded, yanking off your heels. “You show up unannounced and start acting like I did something wrong?”
“Do you have any idea how it felt to see you with him?” he shot back. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks, Y/N. Two weeks! And the first time I do, you’re dancing with some random guy?”
“You think I don’t miss you too?” you countered, your voice rising. “I’ve been dying to see you, Lando, but I’m not going to sit at home waiting for you to show up like some damsel in distress!”
The room fell silent except for your heavy breathing. Lando ran a hand through his curls, his frustration melting into guilt. “I know,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I know it’s not fair. I just… I hate the idea of anyone else getting your attention when I can’t.”
Your anger softened as his vulnerability peeked through. “Lando…”
Lando’s lips were insistent against yours as he pushed you back against the bedroom wall, his hands gripping your waist like he was afraid you might slip away. The heat of his jealousy and longing radiated off him, making your heart race.
“I hate seeing anyone else touch you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and gravelly. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress, tugging it up.
“And no one else gets to,” you replied breathlessly, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt with urgency. “I’m yours, Lando. Always.”
He groaned at your words, lifting you easily as your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth trailed down your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin, leaving little reminders of his presence.
He carried you to the bed, laying you down with a gentleness that contrasted with the fire in his eyes. He stood there for a moment, pulling off his shirt, his gaze raking over you. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t have time to respond as he leaned over you, his hands slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders. He kissed along your collarbone, his lips soft yet demanding, as the fabric of your dress fell away.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered, his hands exploring every inch of your skin as if committing you to memory all over again.
Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer. “Then don’t hold back,” you urged, your voice filled with need.
Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His lips captured yours in a kiss that left you breathless, his hands roaming over your body with a reverence that made your heart ache. He took his time, teasing and savoring, as if reminding you exactly how much you meant to him.
When he finally joined you, his movements were slow and deliberate, his forehead pressed against yours as he whispered your name like a prayer. The intensity of it all—the way he looked at you, the way he touched you—made it impossible to think of anything else.
“You feel so perfect,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. His hands held your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you clung to him.
“Lando,” you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of him, the intimacy of the moment.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “I’ll always have you.”
The tension built slowly, the connection between you deepening with every shared breath, every whispered confession. When you finally reached your peak, his name spilled from your lips, a mix of ecstasy and emotion.
He followed soon after, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered, “I love you,” over and over, like a mantra.
As you lay tangled together afterward, your bodies still entwined, Lando pulled you closer, his hand running soothingly along your back.
“I’m sorry for being an idiot,” he murmured, his voice soft.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You’re my idiot.”
And as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, you both drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that no matter how busy life got, you would always find your way back to each other.
Thank you for reading!
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