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amirasainz · 1 month ago
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What about amira was watching a show and it had steamy scenes and Carlos walk in as had a fit, quickly turning it off saying your just a baby, how dare someone make u watch this
Hi my loves. Enjoy reading and send some requests.
-xoxo, Babygirl 💋
P.S.: Shoutout to the person complaining anonymously about how I tag my stories in my requests 😘😘
Just a Baby
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Carlos was home for a rare break between races, enjoying some time with his family in Madrid. His sister, Amira, had returned home from university for a few days, and they were both relaxing in the living room. Carlos was in the kitchen, grabbing a snack when he heard the unmistakable sound of a dramatic TV show playing in the background. Amira was deeply immersed in the latest binge-worthy series, curled up on the couch.
The show, however, had taken a rather unexpected turn. A spicy scene appeared on the screen, one that was definitely more "mature" in nature. Just as Amira’s eyes widened, both from surprise and perhaps slight embarrassment, Carlos walked into the room, munching on an apple.
“Amira! What are you watching?!” he exclaimed, nearly choking on his bite.
Amira fumbled with the remote, trying to skip ahead or find the mute button, her face flushing a bit. “It’s just a show, Carlitos. Relax! It’s nothing,” she said, desperately trying to act nonchalant as she struggled to fast forward through the scene.
Carlos marched over and snatched the remote out of her hand. "Nada?! Amira, I saw what was on the screen. You shouldn't be watching things like this! You’re still just a baby!"
Amira rolled her eyes, already anticipating what was about to come. “Carlos, I’m 21. I’m not a baby anymore,” she said, crossing her arms defiantly.
Carlos shook his head, pacing in front of the TV like a concerned father. "21? Oh, please. You still have a teddy bear in your room!" he pointed out, hoping to strengthen his case. "This... this stuff is for adults."
“News flash, genius,” Amira shot back, “I am an adult.”
Carlos’ eyes widened dramatically, as though she’d said something preposterous. “You? An adult?” He let out a chuckle. "Amira, come on. Last week you were asking me to help you change the light bulb in your room because you were scared you’d break it. That doesn’t scream ‘adult’ to me!”
Amira glared at him. “That was because it was really high up and I didn’t have a step stool!” she defended herself, her cheeks turning even pinker. “Besides, what’s the big deal? You’re acting like I haven’t seen—”
“Don’t. Even. Say it,” Carlos interrupted, waving his hands in the air like he was trying to ward off evil spirits. “I don’t want to hear that you’ve seen anything like that. It’s disgusting. Unbelievable. You're practically a baby. You should be watching cartoons or... or... I don't know, baking shows!”
Amira couldn’t help but laugh now, the absurdity of the situation catching up to her. “Baking shows? Are you serious, Carlitos?”
“Or documentaries!” Carlos added, as if he’d had a sudden epiphany. “Something educational, you know. Not… this.”
Amira threw her hands up. “Fine. Next time, I’ll be sure to watch ‘The History of Bread’ just to satisfy you.”
Carlos squinted at her, pointing the remote at the TV and clicking the power button. “You know what, I think I need to start reviewing your shows before you watch them. Like, as a precaution,” he said, sounding very serious.
Amira was now completely exasperated. "What, are you gonna start putting parental controls on the TV?"
"Don't tempt me," he said, raising an eyebrow.
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The following weekend, Carlos was back in the paddock for the next Grand Prix, catching up with his fellow drivers. During a quiet moment in the hospitality area, he found himself relaying the entire incident to his teammate and good friend, Lando.
“So I walk in, and she’s watching this... this show,” Carlos explained animatedly, “and there’s this completely inappropriate scene playing. I mean, come on, Amira’s too young for that stuff.”
Lando listened with a grin spreading across his face, clearly enjoying Carlos’ overprotective older brother antics. “Wait,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to stop Carlos mid-rant. “Isn’t Amira 21 now?”
Carlos nodded vehemently. “Sí, but that doesn’t mean anything. She’s still practically a child, Lando.”
“Practically?” Lando’s grin grew wider. “Mate, she’s an adult. You know that, right?”
Carlos folded his arms and huffed. “She’s not mature enough to be watching that kind of content. I need to protect her.”
Lando chuckled mischievously, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “So… you think she’d do that with me?” he said casually, raising his eyebrows with a cheeky smirk.
Carlos’ reaction was instantaneous. “¿Qué? What did you just say?” His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched.
Lando, who knew exactly what he was doing, leaned back in his chair and stretched nonchalantly. “I mean, if she’s watching stuff like that, maybe she’s… you know… open to trying things. I could—”
Before Lando could finish, Carlos had already lunged across the table, his hands outstretched toward Lando’s neck. “¡Eres un idiota!” Carlos shouted as Lando sprang to his feet, barely avoiding Carlos' grip.
Lando’s laugh echoed down the paddock as he sprinted away, Carlos hot on his heels. “It was just a joke, mate!” Lando called back over his shoulder, dodging past a stack of tires.
“I’m going to kill you, Norris!” Carlos yelled, weaving through a group of engineers who quickly parted, sensing the chaos approaching.
Drivers and team members looked on in bewilderment as the scene unfolded. Lando dashed past Max, who raised an eyebrow. “What did you do this time?” Max asked dryly.
“Nothing!” Lando managed to get out between breaths. “Just complimented Carlos’ sister!”
Max’s face broke into a rare grin. “Good luck with that,” he said, stepping aside to let Carlos barrel past.
The chase continued all the way to the garage area, where Lando finally ducked behind a stack of equipment cases, hoping Carlos would lose sight of him. But Carlos was relentless, storming up and down the aisle.
“Come out and face me, coward!” Carlos called, his voice filled with mock fury. “Or are you afraid of what I’m going to do to you?”
Lando peeked out from behind a tire rack, his face still lit up with that boyish grin. “Okay, okay, I surrender! You win!” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Amira’s off-limits, I swear!”
Carlos, still catching his breath, pointed a finger at Lando. “If you so much as look at her, I will personally make sure you have to drive the car with three wheels, understood?”
Lando nodded, unable to keep a straight face. “Got it, boss,” he said, giving Carlos a mock salute. “You’re such a protective big brother, though. It’s actually kind of cute.”
Carlos groaned, rubbing a hand across his face. “Cute? I’ll show you cute,” he muttered, giving Lando one last glare before finally walking off.
As Carlos walked away, Lando whispered under his breath, “Bet Amira would say I’m cute, though…”
Carlos spun around one last time, but Lando had already disappeared, leaving Carlos shaking his head and muttering something about British troublemakers.
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your-girl-nina · 3 months ago
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Jegulus is honestly the most boring ship imaginable. It’s like watching paint dry while listening to elevator music. James Potter, the golden boy of Gryffindor, stuck with a lifeless brick like Regulus? No thanks. And don’t even get me started on the writers who keep pushing this nonsense. Do they have no creativity left? It's like they’re recycling trash and trying to pass it off as something worth reading. If you’re going to waste your time on this ship, at least make it remotely interesting instead of writing the same dull garbage over and over. Seriously, do better.
Since you were so nice, here's some jegulus smut for you☺. I made sure it suited your request this time! Come again, we're always open, just like your mom's legs when she had to give birth to someone with a skull as thick as yours! Enjoyyyyy 🥰😘
TW, english is not my first language
Thanks to @deathnguts for contributing to the idea!
James had overheard the comments before, but this time they hit him harder. He rounded a corner in the castle and froze when he saw Regulus against the wall with Mulciber and Avery towering over him.
“Why do we even bother?” Mulciber sneered. “He’s so dull.”
“Yeah, one night with him would probably be enough to make you fall asleep for eternity,” Avery taunted.
Regulus looked down at his shoes and didn’t respond. James felt his blood boil as he watched them walk away laughing. He stormed over to Regulus, taking long strides to close the distance quickly.
“What did they want?” he demanded in a low voice.
Regulus jumped at James’ voice, looking up wide-eyed. “Nothing, just -”
“They always fucking bother you!” James snapped. “You don’t deserve that shit.”
“I’m fine,” Regulus replied softly, avoiding eye contact.
James reached out and cupped his face gently, forcing him to look up. “No, you’re not fine,” he said firmly. “And that’s not okay with me.”
Regulus searched James’ eyes for a moment before letting out a shaky breath. “I love you too, Potter,” he whispered.
Something inside James cracked open like a dam being released all at once. Suddenly everything made sense – why his heart raced every time Regulus was near; why the thought of him hurt by someone else filled him with such rage; why he couldn’t bear to lose him.
Cupping the back of Regulus’ head with one hand, he pulled him into a deep kiss full of desperation and longing. He needed Regulus to know how much he cared about him; how much he protected what was his; how much he loved him.
They broke apart when they heard laughter from around the corner echoing through the corridor.
“That won’t shut them up,” James growled, his breath coming out in hot puffs. “But I can think of something that will.”
Regulus looked at him in confusion, but before he could say anything, James grabbed his hand and pulled him down the corridor towards the stairs leading to their dorm.
When they reached the top of the staircase, James pushed Regulus up against the wall and attacked his mouth with bruising force. He plundered Regulus’ mouth with his tongue, claiming him fiercely as he pressed their bodies together.
Regulus moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in James’ hair and pulling him closer. The sound sent a jolt straight to James’ groin, making him ache with need. He broke the kiss and captured Regulus’ lips again in a searing kiss before trailing a path of heated kisses down his jawline to his neck.
James sucked at the skin on Regulus’ neck hard enough to leave a mark and felt a surge of possessiveness rush through him. He needed everyone who saw this – all those pricks who thought they had a right to comment on them – to know that Regulus was his; that no one else could touch him like this; that no one else had this power over him.
He looked into Regulus’ eyes as he ground their hips together slowly, relishing in how good it felt to have him like this – needy and pliant beneath him. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Regulus let out a shuddering breath, desire burning bright in his eyes. “I’m yours,” he whispered desperately.
James felt a surge of satisfaction as he claimed ownership over every inch of Regulus’ body with each thrust of his hips. He kissed down Regulus’ chest, nipping at sensitive skin along the way until he reached the waistband of his trousers.
With deft fingers, James unbuttoned Regulus’ trousers and yanked them down along with his pants, freeing his aching cock. He licked a stripe up the underside of Regulus’ cock, swirling his tongue around the head before taking him fully into his mouth.
Regulus let out a strangled groan and arched his back against the wall as James bobbed his head up and down. He moaned James’ name over and over again, each desperate plea for more driving James to take him deeper.
James hummed around Regulus’ length, sending vibrations that made him shudder with pleasure. He ran his hands up and down Regulus’ thighs, squeezing the muscular flesh as he teased him relentlessly.
“James,” Regulus panted, “I need to -”
James pulled back reluctantly with a wet pop, smirking at the look of desperation on Regulus’ face. “What do you need?” he asked huskily.
Regulus stared at him with darkened eyes filled with lust. “You,” he said simply.
The raw desire in that one word made something deep inside James ache with need. He pushed away from the wall and turned Regulus around so he was facing it instead.
“Hands on the wall,” he ordered roughly.
Regulus obeyed instantly, bracing himself against the wall with both hands spread wide. The sight of him like that – willing to submit to whatever James wanted – sent a surge of possessiveness rushing through him once again.
Running a hand slowly down Regulus’ back until he reached the curve of his ass, James gave it a sharp slap without warning.
Regulus gasped at the sting but didn’t make a sound as James rubbed over the spot soothingly. He continued this pattern – alternating between slapping and rubbing – until both cheeks were flushed pink and warm under his touch.
When James leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together from behind, he couldn’t help but smirk at the way Regulus shivered in anticipation.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered hotly in Regulus’ ear. “You like it when I mark you as mine.”
Regulus let out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
The confession went straight to James’ cock, making him throb with need. He reached around and wrapped a hand around Regulus’ hardness, stroking him slowly from base to tip.
“Tell me,” he growled possessively. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Regulus moaned at the tight grip of James’ hand around him and pushed his hips back against James’ erection desperately. “I’m yours,” he panted. “All yours.”
That was all it took for James to lose control completely. He pulled his hand away and lined himself up with Regulus’ entrance, sliding in slowly until they were both fully connected.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as they adjusted to the feeling of being joined together like this – bodies merging into one under the weight of their desire. Then James started moving, thrusting into Regulus with slow and deliberate strokes.
He held onto Regulus tightly, one arm wrapped securely around his waist while the other tangled in his hair and pulled just enough to expose his neck. Each thrust drove them closer to the edge as James devoured every delicious sound that spilled from Regulus’ lips.
When James felt himself getting close, he let go of Regulus’ hair and reached between them to stroke him again in time with his thrusts. It only took a few strokes before Regulus came undone under his touch, spilling over their hands with a cry of ecstasy that sent James tumbling over the edge after him.
They clung to each other desperately as waves of pleasure washed over them until finally everything stilled except for their racing hearts.
James pressed soft kisses along the back of Regulus’ neck as he slowly pulled out. He turned Regulus around in his arms and brushed a strand of hair away from his flushed face, searching his eyes for any sign of regret.
“What are we doing?” Regulus whispered, mirroring James’ thoughts exactly.
But then something shifted in his eyes – like a wall coming down to reveal the real him underneath. “I don’t want to do this in secret anymore.”
The vulnerability in that one statement made James’ heart swell with love. He leaned in and kissed him softly, pouring every ounce of emotion he felt into that one kiss.
“Okay,” he said against Regulus’ lips when they finally broke apart. “Okay.”
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graveyarrdshift · 2 months ago
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If FFXIII has a million fans, then I am one of them. If FFXIII has ten fans, then I am one of them. If FFXIII has only one fan then that is me. If FFXIII has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against FFXIII, then I am against the world.
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kaihihanto-art · 6 months ago
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being a roadrat shipper is amazing when you don’t have a bitch in your ear telling you “hog is old enough to be his dad” or “they’re problematic because rat & hog’s age gap is creepy” or “weaver asking if rat & hog are a couple is creepy”
… stop infantilizing junkrat for the love of fucking god and accept that he’s almost near his 30’s since your irony is being horny for older men 👍
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girluimfailing · 7 months ago
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"Damian and Tim laughing after Ras dies 🤣🤣🤣"
🤥🤒🤒🤥🤥
Damian irl:
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hellt00th · 1 year ago
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yikes i just saw a solas post that was like "yall hate solas bc he's neurodivergent coded!" and said that he didn't lie. firstly, solas is the epitome of neurotypical actually, he's just reclusive bc he's surrounded by, in his eyes, shadows of the ghosts of his people, and by some extention sees himself as not a person anymore. not even a fraction of what they used to be. he doesn't see anyone except an inquisitor that befriends or romances him as real people. cole tells you this much about him. his goal once you meet him again is literally to destroy life as we know it to attempt to bring back HIS people.
secondly, solas lied A Lot. A whole lot. Bc a lie of omission is still in fact, a lie. he lied about everything you asked him about in the beginning by not telling the inquisitor the full story. It was HIS orb that blew up the temple of sacred ashes, and he gave it to corypheus bc he couldn't unlock it himself. All you get from him at ANY point in the game is that the orb is elven in origin. If you befriend/romance him, he'll tell you it was his orb. Thats it. BIG lies of omission there. plus I'm almost positive the elvhen artifacts solas has you activate are actually mini bombs that'll shred the veil when he's ready to tear it down, and not, in fact, artifacts that strengthen it. thirdly. I adore solas. He's my favorite character in the entire dragon age series, but I'm so tired of people either completely villifying him bc they only see things in black and white, or completely woobifying him and making him into a sweet innocent uwu elf boy which he is not.
Solas is a genius, utterly ruthless tactician who will use any means necessary to achieve any goal he sets his mind to. There's not a single doubt in my mind he's going to do some horrible shit in dreadwolf in the name of reviving arlathan, but you also need to remember he's grieving. Poorly mind you, because he's using his self assigned duty to the People as a distraction from his pain and loss and sorrow. He's beautifully complex that way and stripping any of those traits away from him to make yourself feel better about liking or hating him does a huge disservice to the writers and the character himself.
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exxantier-art · 3 months ago
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every time i think i’m maybe starting to like lando norris he goes and fucks it up
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matt-murdick · 4 months ago
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aegon targaryen they could never make me like you
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virtie333 · 6 months ago
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thomasew7 · 1 year ago
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This the most wip youll get until i post the full pic
(#tom x eduardo haters kiss my ass😘)
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flameontheotherside · 6 days ago
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Having 0 Ego Sucks Balls
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🚨😒 If you can't handle someone needing to vent or let off steam, keep scrolling! 🫢🚨
YUP! 🥴 I literally have 0 Ego so this so called "ego death" either happened already and I haven't noticed OR my abusive past beaten it out of me:
Never felt deserving of anything good. When things are great I become suspicious and anxious.
My mom never instilled any kind of love or support because she'd rather sleep all day and use gifts instead.
Bullied in school and it STILL continues even as an adult presently. Yes it doesn't end, they just get crafty or lame.
When I do feel good about myself it's like I've put a target on my back and so there is always someone who has to bring me down. This ALWAYS happens and I'm fucking sick of it. This is partly why I hate leaving my house.
So yeah I've been working with my spiritual team now that I can hear them. They keep trying to build my self esteem back up but it's become a pain in the fucking asshole because it feels like no matter how much I believe in myself it's still not enough and it's fucking frustrating as fucking fuck.
Believing I'm all these fucking things feels like it's never going to happen. It's never going to be good enough. Not matter how hard I try. This spiritual boot camp is so fucking hard dude. I give it a 100\10 as much as the difficulty goes. I know they aren't doing it to hurt me. They are pushing me to believe in myself but it's too fucking hard right now.
My insecurities are so fucking ingrained in my soul that it's basically tattooed to remind me I'm never going to be good enough for anything. People online tell me I'm beautiful or pretty but they have no idea how fucked up people have been to me. I'm either too fucking skinny, too fucking fat, my face isn't up to accordance of beauty standards, I'm a "retard", weird, and not worth anyone's time or love. All of it beaten into me. No wonder why I have struggled to believe or accept Erik is my twin flame.
I know my spiritual team is trying to help but I feel so beyond help and now I have a crowded room in my head constantly trying to convince me of otherwise or negative energies belittling me. It's ALWAYS something. It's a constant fucking war in my head. It's like I have an angel on one side and a demon on the other bickering back and forth trying to get my attention and NOOOOOW spirits are trying to get me to help them?! Like...
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
It gets old real fucking quick.
Literally FUCK everyone on earth! I'm done putting up with being stomped on. Earth people are THE WORST and they are best at screwing others over and nothing else. Fuck them, fuck everyone I'm not helping anyone for a while. Not until I calm the fuck down.
Now Erik is trying to calm me down. Honestly he's the only one I want to listen to.
💕Hada
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end-sars · 2 years ago
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I know you guys have been reading this over and over again. But to the fanfic writers, don’t let these motherfuckers destroy something that you love doing. The fact some of the writers I’ve loved reading is disappearing because of the hate really saddens me.
Like I just saw how the numbers in this fandom rose so much, and I knew while we get lovely new people to join, we are gonna get some rotten apples. So that’s why i’m saying, y’all have the full right to disrespectfully tell these trolls and haters to fuck off. Hate was gonna come regardless unfortunately, so might as well stick the middle finger to these assholes and write these lovely stories. Don’t feel bad because they just want to see people’s downfall. The new rotten apples just discovered anons on tumblr and think all of sudden they superior for spreading hate to writers, but in actuality they are losers who has nothin better to do.
Definitely understand if you still decided to take time off. But if you want a sign or something to motivate you to continue writing, this is it. Tell them unkindly to go eat shit🤍
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your-girl-nina · 3 months ago
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Jegulus is the most pathetic ship I've ever seen, and it honestly makes me cringe. James and Regulus? Please. They have zero chemistry, and it's clear the only reason people ship them is to watch two emotionless guys who can't even hold a conversation pretend they’re in love. And the girls who write this garbage? Get a grip. Do you really think anyone cares about your fantasy of two dudes who wouldn’t even give each other the time of day? Maybe it's time to step away from your fanfics and get a reality check. Find a better hobby than projecting your bland, unrealistic fantasies onto characters who deserve so much better.
Congratulations on being the first hater to stump me while thinking about how to reply. 🎉🥳👏
On today's episode of "will this scare the haters away" we have this beautiful piece of shit that thinks the girls are ruining the fandom. 😱shocker! How nice of you🤍. So i of course had to thank your generous message by writing smut specifically tailored to your desires. Keep sending me ideas please, i really appreciate it. Enjoy!! 🥰😘
James sat behind his drum set, sweat trickling down the side of his face as he pounded out a rhythm. The rehearsal studio was hot and stuffy, the air conditioning on the fritz again. But that wasn't what had him all worked up.
Across from him, Regulus plucked at the strings of his bass with a focus that James found all too distracting. His dark hair hung in his eyes as he leaned forward, and James couldn't help but watch the way his fingers moved over the instrument. It was mesmerizing.
"James, c'mon man, keep it together," Sirius called out from where he was strumming his guitar on the other side of the room. "We've got to nail this song before tonight's show."
James tore his gaze away from Regulus and refocused on his drums. He tried to block out everything else and concentrated on hitting each beat with precision.
As they played through their setlist, James found himself stealing glances at Regulus whenever he could get away with it without messing up. He wasn't sure if it was just him, but there seemed to be some sort of tension in the air whenever they were near each other.
It wasn't like they talked much outside of band-related things. In fact, their interactions were mostly limited to nods and brief discussions about music or upcoming shows. But lately, it felt like there was something more between them—something unspoken.
Finishing up their rehearsal, they took a much-needed break before getting ready for their gig that night. James grabbed a bottle of water and collapsed onto one of the worn-out couches in the corner of the room.
Marlene plopped down next to him with a grin. "You guys sounded great today," she said, taking a swig from her own water bottle. "I think this show is going to be amazing."
James smiled at her comment. Marlene was always so supportive, and it meant a lot to him. "Thanks, Marly. I hope you're right."
She nudged his shoulder playfully. "Of course I am. Plus, you and Regulus have been extra... intense lately. The crowd is going to eat it up."
James frowned in confusion. "Intense? What do you mean?"
Marlene rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. "I mean the sexual tension between you two could cut through steel."
James sputtered, nearly spitting out his water. "What? No way! We're just... focused on the music, that's all."
Marlene raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief, and he could tell she wasn't buying it.
"Okay, maybe there's a little bit of tension," he admitted with a blush.
"A little bit?" Marlene laughed. "Trust me, Jamesie-boy, the fangirls have noticed too. There are whole fanpages dedicated to your 'forbidden love' or whatever they're calling it these days."
"What? Are you serious?" James asked, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.
"Deadly serious," Marlene replied with a smirk. "In fact, I may have stumbled across some smut about you two on a fan fiction website."
James's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that people were writing explicit stories about him and Regulus.
"Wait, really? Can I see it?" he blurted out before he could think better of it.
Marlene chuckled and pulled out her phone from her pocket. She quickly navigated to the website and sent the link to James before leaving the mostly empty studio.
Scrolling through the page, he couldn't help but feel both mortified and aroused by what he was reading. The descriptions were so vivid and detailed—painting a picture of what it would be like if they actually acted on all that pent-up tension.
He was so engrossed in the story that he didn't notice Regulus walking over until he cleared his throat awkwardly. James looked up, his face flaming with embarrassment.
"Uh, hey," he mumbled, not sure what to say. How do you explain that you were reading smut about yourself and your bandmate?
Regulus just raised an eyebrow at him, his expression unreadable. "Enjoying the fanfiction, are you?"
James scrambled for an excuse. "I, uh... Marlene showed it to me. As a joke."
Regulus's lips quirked up into a small smile. "Right."
They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before Regulus spoke again.
"I mean, if you're into that sort of thing... maybe we could make it a reality."
James's eyes went wide at his words. Was Regulus really suggesting what he thought he was? Or was this some sort of cruel joke?
Before he could say anything, Regulus stepped closer and trailed a finger lightly down the side of James's neck.
"I've noticed the way you look at me when we're onstage," he said softly, his gray eyes filled with heat. "And I can't deny that there's something between us—something that needs to be explored."
The air around them crackled with electricity as James processed his words.
"Do you want this?" Regulus asked, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Yes," James breathed out without hesitation.
That was all the confirmation Regulus needed before he crashed their lips together in a searing kiss. It was everything James had imagined and more—hot and demanding as their hands roamed over each other's bodies.
Pushing him back against one of the soundproofed walls, Regulus attacked James's neck with bites and kisses that left him shuddering with pleasure.
"Fuck, Reg," he moaned as Regulus ground his hips against him. He could feel how hard they both were, and it was driving him insane with need.
Regulus's hands fumbled with the button on James's jeans, quickly pulling them down along with his boxers. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in James's naked form.
"God, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.
James would have blushed at the compliment if not for the way Regulus's mouth wrapped around his cock at that very moment. His head fell back against the wall as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
Regulus bobbed his head up and down, taking him in deeper with each stroke. His tongue swirled around the tip before sucking hard, and James knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Reg... I'm gonna..." he warned, but it was already too late. He came hard down Regulus's throat with a cry of ecstasy.
Regulus licked him clean before standing up and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. James could taste himself on Regulus's tongue, and it only made him want more.
He reached between them and palmed Regulus through his jeans, feeling just how desperate he was for release.
"Let me touch you," James whispered against his lips, needing to feel every inch of him.
Regulus nodded eagerly and stepped back to let James undress him. As soon as he was naked, James took a moment to admire the sight before him—muscles toned from hours of playing music, pale skin that practically glowed in the dim light, and a thick cock that was dripping pre-come at the tip.
Unable to resist any longer, James wrapped a hand around Regulus's length and stroked slowly from base to tip. He was rewarded with a low groan that sent shivers down his spine.
Moving closer, James kissed and licked a trail down Regulus's chest, swirling his tongue around each hardened nipple before dropping to his knees. He could smell how aroused Regulus was, and it only made him crave him more.
Taking him in his hand once again, James ran his tongue along the slit at the top. Regulus's hips bucked forward at the sensation, urging him to take more.
Opening his mouth, James took as much of Regulus as he could, hollowing out his cheeks as he bobbed his head up and down. His moans filled the air around them, spurring James on to go faster.
Regulus's fingers threaded through James's hair, holding him in place as he fucked into his mouth with abandon. The wet sounds of their combined arousal filled the room, driving them both closer to the edge.
"James... I'm gonna..." Regulus gasped out brokenly, but before he could finish, James felt the salty taste of come exploding onto his tongue. He swallowed every drop as Regulus rode out his orgasm with a series of curse words and aftershocks.
They stayed like that for a moment—breathing heavily as they came down from their highs—before James stood up and pulled Regulus into a passionate kiss that left them both dizzy with want.
"I need to be inside you," Regulus said against his lips, his voice rough with need.
James nodded eagerly and reached for one of the discarded backpacks on the floor. He dug through it until he found what he was looking for—a small bottle of lube that Remus had insisted they keep on hand just in case.
Handing it over to Regulus, James watched with anticipation as he slicked up his fingers and circled one around James's entrance. It felt so good that he couldn't help but push back against it, silently begging for more.
Regulus took the hint and added another finger, scissoring them open to prepare him. The stretch burned slightly, but it was a good kind of pain that had James practically dripping with anticipation.
Once he deemed James ready, Regulus coated his cock with lube and positioned himself at his entrance. He looked up into James's eyes for permission, and when he nodded, he slowly pushed in.
They both gasped at the sensation—feeling so right in a way that James never could have imagined. It was a perfect fit as Regulus filled him up completely with each thrust.
As they found a rhythm together, their moans mingled in the air around them. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing as they moved as one.
James reached down to stroke his own cock in time with Regulus's thrusts, needing that extra bit of stimulation to send him over the edge. His fingers danced across his sensitive tip, driving himself closer and closer to release.
Regulus's hips snapped forward with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot deep within James that had him seeing stars. He was so close—so fucking close—and he could tell by the way Regulus's grip tightened on his hip that he was too.
"Come for me," Regulus growled out, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to feel you come apart beneath me."
The words sent shivers down James's spine as he gave himself over to the pleasure coursing through him. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave—spilling over until all he could see and feel was Regulus—the man who made him feel more alive than anyone else ever had or ever would.
With a final thrust, Regulus followed suit—coming hard inside of James as waves of ecstasy washed over him. He collapsed forward, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity—coming down from their highs and basking in the afterglow of their newfound connection.
Eventually, Regulus pulled out and they cleaned up as best they could with the limited supplies they had. There was so much James wanted to say—to ask—but he wasn't sure where to even begin.
Thankfully, he didn't have to. As he started to get dressed again, Regulus grabbed his hand and pulled him into a bone-melting kiss that said everything that needed to be said.
When they finally broke apart, James couldn't help but smile. They still had a show to do that night—and who knew what would happen afterwards—but for now, he was content just being here with Regulus in this moment. And somehow, he had a feeling it was only the beginning.
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indi-glo-archive · 6 months ago
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i hate imogen with a passion
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patheticblorbloscholar · 2 years ago
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Spider haters I hate to break your bubble but Spider will not be murdered by the Sully family. Na'vi are empathic and non violent. They use violence only as a last resort and kill only when it is necessary.
In recent photos he has a song cord. He has an avatar. Meaning two things: he was adopted and accepted.
So how's that death wish for him going?
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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago
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How do you deal with all the hate Elvis gets? He wasn’t a saint but some people are so intense for their hatred for him online that it kinda takes the fun out of being a fan :|
honestly... i just ignore it when i come across it, but thankfully that's very rare (in my case). i do like to have discussions with the haters though because they usually talk about things they don't know shit about and i like correcting them lol.
but yeah, other than that i ignore it because idgaf about haters and i refuse to let anyone take the fun out of something for me. i'm lucky to have y'all to scream to on tumblr and i have a wonderful group of older fans that i became friends with irl too so i don't see a lot of hate. neither has someone ever said anything weird about elvis to me irl but if they did, i'd be quick to shut that shit down.
haters usually just talk shit and are awfully wrong informed. but don't let anyone take the fun out of anything for you, especially not people on the internet - it's your life. you decide what you love and what you don't love.
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