#masochisim

[crudegirl]

[victorian-vampir]

I do not measure seam allowance. I just go with a needle and pray

[brights-place]

You write for so many fandoms! I don't even know what to request! I'm so excited! Your blog is so beautiful!

Can I request a fanfic with Jade Leech or Kokonoi Hajime (my favorite boys 🥺) with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Can you make it NSFW too? Thank you very much for your attention! Have a great day! Sorry for my English, it's not my first language.

[TWST & TR] Jade & Kokonoi x Reader (separate) Warnings: Smut, NSFW!!, shibari, Gagging, Praise, Masochisim, Corruption, cursing, Dacryphilia, Cream pie and Dumbification

A/N: I can see a repeat of your taste in men gaalaxy and ngl I agree with your taste in men personally I love the kawata twins I think that also explains why I like the leech twins... Heads up BTW!! I cannot control if minors read this or not or if your un-comfy with smut don't read this I do not recommend if you do not enjoy these topics and if you IGNORE my authors note and my simple instruction to click off this tumblr post and get mad at me if you don't like it I will tell you off for not READING a basic instruction from my typed out words. I write smut I write angst I write fluff I write what you request because I enjoy it so if you get mad I will shake my filipino fist telling you "TO GET OFF MY BLOG" like an old white man now ENJOY if you still wanna proceed

Summary: Jade Leech & Kokonoi Hajime with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Jade Leech

- Jade is kind of interesting to write for smut because he may seem sweet yet we all know that its cannon he's much more... interesting then floyd in aspects probably enjoys to toy with you - Jade finds you such an easy target to pester to toy with - He finds you fun to use but if you don't suffice he'd probably throw you away like floyd does when he has his fill of well you - but so far that hasn't happened he's to pussy drunk on having you sobbing infront of him body tied by the red shibari that clings to your body - Seeing your tears streaming down your face but not in pain most likely lust while he makes sure to position you properly and also keep the good view of the tears that come from him overstimulating you - He loves seeing your cute outfits as you both would be standing beside each other so Innocent anything could be happening and you two aren't phased but you'd know jade would be taking you somewhere hidden lifting you up and ripping your cute skirt and taking out your ribbons to tie your hands and/or legs together - Azul would be telling you to do something and jade would be always hovering around making sure your alright - Jade likes to help fix your appearance later on just to ruin it when you go to his and floyd's shared bedroom - He looks well maintained and calm but this man is a FREAK caling you pet names praising you while he dry humps you over your vanity when you try to put on your makeup and do your hair - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he praises you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways how you grab anything you could hold onto before gagging you with his dick before you get too loud he wouldn't want Azul to hear nor Floyd he'd just like to keep you for himself for now - To continue with the shibari Bondadge he enjoys watching your body wrapped by it held back restraining you as he feels more in control in these situations doesn't matter if he sees it touch the rolls of your stomach cling to your V line your thighs squished and getting slight marks he just enjoys seeing you in such a state - Eels know everything is fair game as they bite with enormous force so imagine him biting you harshly to keep his grunts quiet as he fucks into you clawing into your skin - Jade is content to wrap himself around your body muttering things to your ears enjoys and tells you how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding pressing his hand on your stomach. - His dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his cock continuously pounds into you - Though he can't help but smirk sometimes when he sees your ribbons come undone if he feels like it he'll let you wrap the ribbon around his ahem... baggage - Enjoys the added texture this comes in with an extra for his love for ropes, ribbons, and other types of restraints - When he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you don't worry most morays bites aren't venomous and even if they are you have him to care for you - He is able to treat them but he had to get you to Professor Crewel to hep you for a bit of a too deep of a bite from one night where you both got TOO into it

Kokonoi Hajime

- Kokonoi is kinks aren't bad nor are they good it's more like I'll see what makes you squirm more - Think he'd love to fuck you till you go dumb thats where the dumbification kink comes from - loves fucking you until you're so dick drunk that all you can think about his him and his dick pulvarizing you - He wants you to love his cock so much that you're bending over and spreading yourself open for him with hearts in your eyes when he gives you a certain look - No thoughts head empty and focusing mostly on him and his cum that will be shoved deep into you every time it tries to spill out - He loves whenever you wear cute lacy white underwear and bra he loves the thoughts of corrupting you with impurity - Your so Innocent so Naive and such an easy fucking target for him to fill up and grab by the hips to bounce on his dick - LOVES when you beg for him to eat you out more tugging his hair as his snake like tongue drags through your pussy as he enjoys lapping his tongue - he can’t fucking stand it when you just sit there look pretty so he makes sure to make your pretty little dressed up self is using yourself properly - Kokonoi bites his lip as he would be gripping your thighs panting heavily flushed face staring down to your messy and dishevel appearance - It’s really rare for Koko to have any sort of down time, but when he finally does, he spends it with you - Kokonoi has always bought your cute outfits little ribbons and enjoys stuffing your body as he fills you up as you thank him for whatever he buys you - this man will wave you off and tells you Go get your nails and hair done all pretty for me and use my card to go and buy a new outfit and shoes maybe some ribbons for him to ruin you in - He loves to buy you those cute short ass dresses you’re obsessed with just so he can see that little glint of joy in your eyes as he then fucks into you later that night like a drunk man - Kokonoi likes sticking his tongue out at people and it being the same tongue that was lapping at your wet folds the night before as you were gone dead numb in your mind sobbing as he can't help but get into it more - Leaves hickies and bite marks onto your body as he smiles sometimes wrapping the ribbons around your body lifting them up to left hickies or bite marks there - he loves seeing you get messed up and gagged by his hands as he enjoys seeing the bliss on your face as if its the only thing he can enjoy yet he does get annoyed when some moments get messed up when he's called to go gang activities

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[paipiepastel]

Amo a Tom Lehrer, dibujitos inspirado en la canción de "Masochisim Tango". (Es de hace bastantes meses pero no lo publiqué, jajaja)

[slytherinboysvip]

Professor. | T.R

(Tw: Professor x Student, Dom/sub, Slight hints of corruption, Degrading, Slight sadism/masochisim, once again probably more but it’s late and i’m tired sry)

I wrote a bit differently than normal so let me know how you enjoy it <33

You sat behind the table, legs slightly open, hand leading up your thigh. Not visible to anyone; besides your professor that is. Was this by accident? Of course not. You could see his eyes flicking between everyone and what lays between those thighs of yours.

His face hardened, seemingly coming to his senses before harshly clearing his throat “I have nothing left for you to do. Just go, don’t make me regret my decision to let you out early.” You could hear some students quietly celebrating, packing their things.

You follow behind them till you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, you stay behind. I have some work you need to do.” His face was near your ear, warm breath making you shiver. “Yes professor.”

“Go on and bring a chair beside my desk” He sat down, watching you intently. You slowly bent down grabbing your things and placing them on his desk, just as you were going to place it down you dropped it all. “Oops” you said innocently.. definitely innocently.

You bent over once more, your skirt flipping directly in the direction of your Professor. No words left his mouth, he only cleared his throat. Standing up and placing your things on his desk you look at him, “Sorry professor, I didn’t mean for that to happen”

Without hesitation his arms wrapped around your waist “Stop acting like you’re not my good little slut” He began kissing your neck, nipping at it occasionally causing soft moans to leave your mouth. “Unbutton your shirt for me doll” He spoke between wet kisses making you desperately ache for him.

“Yes, Tom”. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, loud moan escaping your mouth “Fuck I’m sorry I meant yes sir” You apologized looking him in the eyes, ass still stinging. “Watch that pretty mouth of yours doll, it’ll get you in some big trouble”

Finally unbuttoning your shirt his lips immediately met your chest, sucking at the soft skin, sure to leave marks lasting weeks. “I cannot wait till I can leave these on that sweet neck of yours” His finger began to massage your chest softly, pinching your nipple occasionally making you gasp.

“Now let’s see how much of a whore you are” He whispered in your ear, fingers meeting your aching core. “Pathetic.” He scoffed. “I knew you were a whore, so wet for me” Soft smirk appearing on his lips.

“Tell me how pathetic you are” He grabbed your chin forcing eye contact. “Go on” He demanded squeezing your face harshly. “I’m so pathetic for you sir, I’ll do anything for you” You pleaded, his grip loosened “Good girl. On your knees for me pet”

Without hesitation you did as he said and began to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him as if asking if it was okay, soft nod leaving his head and you pulled his pants down a bit, dick springing forward and hitting back against his stomach

“Put your mouth to good use for me” He brushed his thumb against your cheek softly before slapping you, “Now.” He practically growled. “Yes sir.” You took him in your mouth, hand stroking what didn’t fit. He ripped your hand off and pushed your head down harshly, making you take all of him.

Gagging harshly as he fucked your face, nothing but grunts an occasional soft ‘fuck’ leaving his lips, but you knew you were making him feel good. And that fueled you enough to keep going just for him, knowing the reward would be worth it.

Finally letting go of your head, he grabbed your hair lifting you up, catching your breath you looked him in the eyes once more. “Such a beautiful mess you are, get back to it, make me finish.”

You grabbed his dick in your hand and began pumping it quickly from the base, taking the tip and whatever else you could fit in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue. “Oh fuck” he deeply moaned, you looked up to see his head thrown back, arms resting ons the chair, his hands gripping harshly on the handles.

Quickening your pace you could hear his breath get heavier before yanking you off of him, “Fucking stick your tongue out for me” He quickly stood up, jerking his dick in the direction of your face, he threw his head back and came all over your tongue and face.

Catching his breath he looked back down towards you, smiling up at him showing him you swallowed it all. “Such an obedient girl, now come sit on my desk.”

Soooo how’d you like ittt! Hopefully you enjoyed it, I know it was short but if you want a part 2 in your pov of what Tom does to you just comment and like 😋 Mwah!

[astxroiid]

could I possibly get Sagittarius with peter Parker (mcu if possible!) thank youuu :)))

thank you thank you thank you for asking this 💋

'kinks/fetishes'

while mainly inexperienced, Peter Parker knows somewhat about the things he's into. (most of the time you end up showing him the things he likes). he's known for the longest time that someone telling him what to do and having power over him is the biggest turn on. His earliest memory of porn-watching was a video about a man being tied down on a bed while a woman denied him his orgasm like ten times.

peter remembers cuming the hardest when you've edged him for hours, whispering how pathetic he looks like that.

while he loves to be degraded and told how pathetic he looks and how needy he is, he can't help the way his body reacts when you praise him as well. Truly, he just wants to be your good boy. The times where he'll cum inside you, whimpering, panting, and shaking and you call him your good boy usually have him straining in his pants when he's daydreaming.

orgasm denial is definitely a big one for him. But so is overstimulation. When you have him finishing multiple times a day, cock sensitive and body convulsing.

in conclusion; peter parker is submissive through and through.

kinks/fetishes: complete submission, orgasm denial, praise, degradation, overstimulation, edging, good boy, mommy kink, rope bunny, masochisim, wax play, bondage, slight voyerism.

again, thanks so much! requests from my 600 q&a are open until feb. 1 !

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

hello!!! i love your writing sm, i have a silly but 👀 request!!

age gap! yn x current johnny where yn is a mid/late 20s singer who is v famous (and v beautiful) and admits on a talk show that her first crush was johnny knoxville and she loved jackass when she was a kid and she still thinks he’s hot to this day and the clip goes viral. like so viral that it reaches johnny and he keeps getting asked about this hot young popstar crushing on him very publicly and he’s like obviously very into it but also flustered on how to answer 😭😭😭

to milk the moment a bit more johnny and his team invite her to do some sort of video (youtube? tiktok? you pick!) as a mini jackass revival. maybe steve-o is there too LMAO that’s totally up to you. but the tension in the video is….a lot 👀 comments are only about their looks to each other and behavior around each other 👀👀 maybe they fucked, maybe they didn’t. the general public speculates they did but they will never know. nothing is ever confirmed ofc.

the end is up to you 💖💖 do they or don’t they??

love your writing, hope you enjoy this request <33

Love in Hollywood

After a secret Y/N let slip goes viral on the internet, she gets the chance of a life time to meet her idol. Little does she know, she is exactly what Johnny needs.

Johnny Knoxville X Popstar!Y/N

(Fluff, Angst)

1.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, legal age gap, power dynamics, masochisim mention, flirting, kissing, alcohol

An: Thank you for the request!! I would have never guessed Popstar!Y/N would be such a popular troupe! I think this fic is really well rounded in terms of emotional content (no spoilers!), and a bit more structured than em previous work if that makes sense? Anyways, thank you again and please keep requesting!

The stale air that swam in that sketchy apartment was illuminated with this septic, light strip purple glow. Internally cringing at yourself, you made painful small talk with those two hosts who seemed dead set on ruining your image. But that’s how most video podcasts go, right?

“No- no, hear me out!” In vain, you tried to explain yourself, “You saw him in the thing with the ball pit? With- with the snake, an’ the blood all dripping down his arm? Oh my god- that sounds so weird, but his muscles-! Just…” Oh, it was hopeless. That’s it, show’s over- pack up and go home.

The one chick was all veneers as she spoke up with this mean, highschool girl lilt in her voice, “Really? Like- outta anybody, you pick the one who gets hit in the nuts for a living?” You felt that metaphorical kick in the ribs. Shifting in the stiff, plastic chair, you kissed the idea of ever being taken seriously as a musician goodbye with a stiff upper lip. See, you always liked Johnny. You really liked him.

There was a depth you found in this man that the general public seemed to neglect for the whole dumb stuntman image. Call it para-social, call him your muse…“That's what happens when you watch Jackass at a formative age!” Blushing, you tried to play it off with humor and save yourself from sounding like some insane fangirl by giving some context, “He was, like- my first crush!”

The more discerning of the two hosts paused for a stagnant second, leaning in conspiratorially, “Okay, okay. If you had to pick: Johnny then, or like- Silver Foxville?” If someone told you this morning that you were gonna be asked that question on record, you would've never believed them.

I mean, if you said Johnny was hotter in the 2000’s, that's basically saying he’s less hot now, which you didn’t mean- but for Christ’s sake, the man was twice your age! Hello? Alarm bells? “That is a hard one…” Making a show of mulling it over in your head, you let out a hiss through your teeth, “I gotta say, he’s hotter now.”

Compare that seemingly insignificant omission you made a week ago, and how quickly it was plastered across Tik Tok, Reels, Shorts- you name it- to the beginning of that podcast episode, when you were discussing your upcoming album and how you spilled the big star who that promotional single about heartbreak was really about. Nooo, the hot word on the street was that Y/N was fiending over the old man.

The thunk of Johnny’s phone vibrating off of his bedside table woke him up. He couldn't guess when it was, but the bedroom in his Hollywood Hills pseudo-villa, and the cold space next to where he laid was still dark. Fishing around on the carpet, Knoxville squinted in the light of his screen. As best as he could see without his glasses, it was messages and emails from online tabloids asking about…some girl?

Oblivious to the source of the sudden media onslaught he was receiving, Johnny decided to reach out to one of his more tech savvy friends. “Dude- it’s everywhere!” Steve animatedly explained over the phone, far too chipper for this early in the morning. According to him, this hot, young singer chick was totally into him!

Sure, he’d lost those drunk dark circles around his eyes, but Johnny knew his body had undeniably seen better days: days with less greying hair, days when he woke up and didn’t look- or feel- like he was falling apart. Three kids and two divorces in, Knoxville decided to settle. Rubbing his eyes, he mumbled as he tried to find the time on the ceiling, “Yeah, real rich…I’ll believe it when I see it, O.”

Out of his league didn’t even begin to describe it. Even after watching that video, seeing the light glimmer in your eyes and the blush dance across your cheeks, the weight didn't really sink in until Johnny got that email from his manager. His past few movies were straight to streaming flops. This could be a real career revival- just a couple YouTube videos…

You had to stare at him for a moment, eyes wide as the coffee rings littering the countertop. In person, Johnny shone like all those movie awards he never won. You looked at him as if he were the sun, utterly drunk and blinded by B-list star power. Double his net worth and you were practically falling off your stool, stammering in that little boy lost at the zoo voice, “Ohmygod, you're really here...”

Admittedly less than you, Johnny was surprised as well upon first meeting you. In all your social media posts, you weren't half the woman shaped mass of raw nerve endings that sat across from him at that cafe table- and believe me, he had seen all of them. Trying to pretend he wasn’t at least a little flattered, Knoxville replied with cobbled together wit, “I am!” Yeah, real slick, buddy…Flashing you that charming, lopsided smile, Johnny’s flustered laugh just about made you melt. “So, uh- your manager was talkin’ about maybe doin’ a music video?”

Over a few cups of coffee, you tossed ideas back and forth with him, trying so hard not to make it weird. Inevitably, you did. But he started to see right through to those trembling hands- those big, awe filled eyes that gazed up at him while Johnny showed you some stunt concepts he’d jotted down.

When he was your age- Christ, that makes it sound so bad- women at bars would stub cigarettes out on his arm to flirt. That is if they didn’t punch him. So Johnny found you finding excuses to brush against his skin and those big goldfish eyes you flashed whenever you forgot yourself, a little endearing. Refreshing, in the middle of that little dry spell that comes with pushing fifty. “I, uh- I can’t believe I’m really here with you- working with you,“ you admitted, taking a sip to muffle your words, “just cause I said I had some…crush on you…”

It was sweet, and vulnerable, and you won over his heart just like that. Quickly however, you changed the subject, “So, uh- what day works best?”

Outside of the professional conversation, you knew Knoxville was entirely sure of how his words affected you. The glint behind his glasses, that coy little smile- you knew his tells. And for the next month, you went about the motions that come with making music videos, all the while internally fawning over Johnny like some lovesick puppy. He was dredging up some long dormant feelings in you! Sure, on set you held it together on set, but the second you got home, you turned into some giggling teenage girl, doodling hearts around his name in a diary…well, maybe not that, but you get the idea.

In the comments, you imagined Johnny’s return to stunt work would stirr speculation on a return to the Jackass franchise, or that people would be talking about how hot you looked in that skin tight little dress (which you knew you did). What you didn’t think was that they would be speculating on your relationship- yes, relationship. It was the glances, the body language. There was this tangible chemistry that was so blatantly obvious on camera. Talk all they want, the general public was not privy to how you developed that on screen relationship.

Leaning against the sticky bar top, you squinted through the heat lamp red lights hanging over your head. “Johnny- can I call you that?” As a very casual drinker, you felt out of place in the kind of sordid, cozy little joints Knoxville hadninvited you out to for the past month. In contrast, he could not feel any more at ease, passing you that cool line, “You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart.” This man was so painfully nonchalant about messing with you…Flush crept up your neck and kissed at your ears.

You were now familiar with the way booze drew out that version of him you knew when you were younger. Those gnarled converse and the anti-paparazzi ray bans he’d started sporting since filming began helped sell it.

The night went on, and two vodka crans later, you began relenting the public reception regarding the video. Immediately, Johnny leapt to your defense, “It’s a good song!” And then you, “You did some great stunts!” Knees bumping against each other, you had to lean your body into his in order to be heard- smelling his cologne, feeling that natural, human warmth, “And- and you looked great.”

Newly emboldened, but still timid under his gaze, you choked through your words, swallowing them before they could hit your tongue. On TV, you presented yourself as this bold, witty, creative artist, but Knoxville found keen satisfaction watching you fruitlessly grope for the flirty note.

Smirk dropping from his face, he murmured, “You looked hot.” Your heart stopped. While you were tortured (and yet, strangely turned on) by the screwed up power dynamics between the two of you, Johnny acknowledged them and ignored it. This is how he saw it: endearing, groupie-like devotion alide, you were both famous, and you were both sitting at the bar together. If all the presses were talking about was wether or not you fucked, well maybe they saw something: potential.

Common sense worn away by booze, in that dense, urging silence, it felt like the next beat would be for you to kiss him- naturally, like swallowing your own spit. Johnny’s shoulders stiffened and he was started at first, but he visibly relaxed into you after a few breaths, eyes fluttering shut. Too timid to touch him, you fumbled with the edge of your seat as you lingered there a moment, adrenaline pumping through your veins as it fucking hit you. You had your lips on Johnny Knoxville, and he

Eventually, you had to breath- pull away only to catch your breath in little pants, eyes falling half lidded. Wow. You looked stunning. Reaching out a broad hand, Johnny gently pushed a strand of hair off your face to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, melting you. It felt just as instinctual to lean into Knoxville’s touch, giggling softly as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. It felt so right, like there was some big, you shaped hole in his chest, and you’d just slotted yourself in his life. Standing up, Johnny murmured appreciatively, “Alright, girlie. Let’s beat this joint, hmm?”

[me10n-10rde]

I have been keeping a book of quotes for like the last 2 years, here are some of my favorites and what marauder i think would say them

I’m not writing the actual context for each bc that would take forever but if you ask and i remember I’ll tell you

money isnt that beautiful well except for andrew jackson he was a fucking looker

- sirius

Sucking assholes is for both genders asshole

- barty to evan pre getting together

there are sections of landfills that are buckets of lost dick

- James upon finding out what muggle circumcision is

a deer is really just a gay moose because it looks like a moose but gay

- Peter seeing james’s animagus (lowkey what caused james to insist upon being called a stag)

i hope the rest of his life is like he’s sitting on a spiky dildo i hope it hurts the whole way in and out

- someone to snape

the nebulus theys are coming for us

- sirius

if these were glittery i could be a stripper

- sirius wearing heels for the first time

i know your sandwiches taste like sandpaper and dick

- remus finding out someone doesn’t put mayo on their sandwiches

what if they pieced together circumcisions and made a Frankenstein but it’s frankendick?

- sirius finding out about circumcision

apparently i like masochisim because there’s no other reasonable explanation for doing this

- regulus doing anything he doesn’t like

let me tell you what you did in 1436 you cunt

- regulus

James (me): i could die, is that worth the risk of you losing your best friend (only daughter)? Sirius (dad): yes, 100% absolutely

- james being annoying and not wanting to do since random menial task

dont call me a diet orphan, fucker

- remus after one of the others calls him that (lovingly, irl person thought this was funny)

can you stop dying for like 30 seconds, it’s killing my vibe

- Sirius

Okay that concludes the 2023 quotes i could assign to marauders, might add more later

[sneakyfungi]

Wanted to write something dumb

Latin@ reader?

Alejandro, Rudy and You were eating super spicy food while the 141 were chocking in the smell alone

Soap: that shit must be toxic *cof*

Gaz: are their stomachs okay?!

Ghost: *tried some and now is dying in silence*

Price: this has to be some form of masochisim

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

Me: I want to dance "Masochisim tango- Tom Lehrer" with someone, like those choreographies on YouTube, obviously

My friends: That's why you don't have a boyfriend

Me: . . . I DON'T have a boyfriend because I DON'T want a boyfriend

*sigh*

[lestrodamus]

Crack treated seriously, cosmic horror and masochisim

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!??!?

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

[lidbuni]

Hi!!! I'm very new to posting on tumblr,, (especially 18+) and i'm kinda making this tipsy so dont mind typos??

You can call me August/Auggie!! And I go by any pronouns! My heads spinning while making this so dont mind any typos i might fix them later! Will try to draw shit later if i remembered i made this

My motto is I should try it once or something

Also this will be a mostly NSFW blog!!!!

About me! :

• Any pronouns but mostly he/they!

• 18

• Taken(???)

• Mostly sub/Bottom

• Transmasc -> genderfluid

• Gaming nerd

Kinks(kinda): CnC, Petplay !!(main), love sharing pics, not good at writing but i'll swnd a pic(?), masochisim, submissive shit, choking, body writing, shame shit(?)

Love ? Bro idek im too wasted !! Will change later maybeee

I luvvv my somewhat gf shes so hot n cool n shit while bein so chill

[brunomaxknightofstjohnevangel]

In Laredo Texas at el metro city bus station they are conspiring to trick me into a luncheon but security told me not to accept going because in all actuality they want to torture n kill me by sado masochisim at some torture chamber they got in their basement financed by a woman working there for Mrs Nancy pelosi Clinton George bush Jr Donald Trump n Ozzy Osbourne pls always pray hope for my safety as I relocate to San Antonio Texas. What's going on vs me by them there is that a man named Joe lerma n a woman named mari Torres with a night owl security named Javier garcia closely related to Mrs Nancy pelosi USA politician are enraged in envy vs me because I won vip brilliant recognition by president Barack Obama n Nobel award academy for world peace law n order Amen.

N I did so by my poetry evangel.

Jesus Christ told me in a vision as I was a New born infant child that I'm the reincarnation of st John apostol of the end times the apocalypse last book of the holy bible chapters 10 11 n 12 n so IAM a gospel inspired creative writer n ultimately Pius kind hearted man but a man there at elmetro city bus station joe lerma complaint about me being a super man nice person he said he feels horribly embittered because of me ultimately Pius niceness n he says he feels consumed by envy O woe to me cos he finance. A Mexican Mafia murderous contract to end my life n now I'm having to tell in him because he is deadly vs me pls Scuse me but I need to send this text across the world via Facebook so Facebook pls forgive me for the nature of this text but I thank u for ur very helpful n needful for me channel of communication.Amen. AMEN Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen.

[rosegasly]

ha ha 🥲 i shouldnt have picked the angstiest one to read first now i am all kinds of hurt but also i love it coz masochisim hits hard when its a max fic. the hopeless romantic in me still wants them to have a happy end somehow pls knock me out

what happens with the kids? l Max Verstappen x reader

a/n: *sigh* I'm so done with this season bc I just know we'll be getting the same podium every other career and my tifosi dreams are just crumbling... also can we please just talk about that driver introduction like?????

anyway, this is based on this request I got the other day! thank you for requesting and sorry it takes me so long write the requests, but uni is kicking my ass <3

genre: angst oop

pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader. Lando Norris x reader but not serious.

warnings: divorce, kids, not proofread.

summary: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.

It's safe to say you never really saw it coming. or maybe you did, but tried to ignore it as Mila and Luca had just celebrated their third birthday, with the second half of the season looming over your household, Max said the the words you never thought you'd hear.

I think we need some time apart to figure out some stuff.

At first you didn't really process it. Why would you possible need time apart? The twins were so young, you needed all the help you could get and things were good.

That's what you thought.

He said it was hard to continue your marriage if you couldn't keep him company or support him the way you used to, before having kids. Maybe he was oblivious to the disbelief showing on your features, trying to comprehend if he really needed to be reminded of your two young children, who had strict hours. You didn't feel the need to remind him that just three weeks ago Mila had to go to the emergency room for an allergic reaction, and a week before that, Luca was questioning you about why his dad wasn't around as much.

Max rubbed his left hand on the nape of his neck, obviously trying to ignore this part of the conversation, seeing as you eyes became teary and your eyes tried to find his blue ones, but he avoided them at all costs.

Then, it was time to bring the kids to a race, Austria to be specific. It was strange to walk without him on the so familiar space, holding Luca and Mila's hands, making your way to the Red Bull hospitality where Max was supposedly waiting for his family.

During the walk, you were greeted by most people from every team; engineers fist bumping the twins, Lando and Max Fewtrell giving you a side hug before trying to talk with Luca and Mila. Yet, when you reached your finishing point, Christian Horner's eyes opened widely, like his mind was trying to process something.

The Red Bull team principal was clearly distressed as he walked towards the three of you, greeting you as usual, but offering to take the twins for a quick tour, telling you there was a new snack bar the engineers had created and they should get to know it.

It didn't take long to realize the brit knew something you didn't.

A feeling you couldn't explain sank on your stomach. Your cheeks were already flushed, palms turned sweaty and suddenly your subconscious was trying to convince yourself that it couldn't be that bad, whatever it was. The world shook and your vision slowed down when you noticed a gorgeous black-haired woman, leaning against your husband as he laughed at something she said.

Your trembling legs managed to silently take a step back, trying to hold back the tears as you left the room, watching as Christian was still entertaining the twins, following you as the kids noticed you.

"Christian, can you please call Max to tell him we're here?" Somehow, with some divine strength, you were able to get the words out, ignoring Christian's glare as if he was trying to ask if you were okay.

In a matter of seconds, Max had joined you, receiving Mila and Luca with open arms. He wasn't aware of the fact that you already knew the reason he wanted a time off wasn't because he didn't get to see you, or that you couldn't make the effort to travel with the kids.

No.

Just as Christian had suggested, the kids went with him as Max directed your way to a secluded space. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it sure wasn't "I want a divorce"

He blinked. Once. Twice. "What do you mean you want a divorce?"

A snicker left your lips, was he trying to play dumb? You knew Max Verstappen as the palm of your hand. You knew him better than yourself.

You didn't need to see him kissing the black-haired woman, or holding hands, or even touching her.

Max's eyes, your husband's eyes, expressed everything you needed to know.

It wasn't important that he berated you for dropping this news right before Red Bull's home race, that his eyes tried to find yours but were unable to, as your crossed your arms as if that would protect you from the heartbreak and sudden change of plans; from a happy couple, a merry marriage and joyous family, to a life of weekends separated, of preparing their bags on Friday night, of being civil for the sake of the twins during their birthday...

And because you knew him so well, the relief that flashed through his blue eyes didn't pass unnoticed by you, because it wasn't him who said the words. He was guilty, but he didn't take the shot.

Your girlfriends always joked about his friends always were the first ones to reach out after a break up, making you laugh until text messages and Instagram DMs started rolling in: Red Bull engineers and mechanics, Lando Norris, Martin Garrix, among others.

Hey! I heard about you and Max, just wondering if you are okay and want to meet up some time?

It didn't take long to accept one of their offers, having messy nights with a British driver and multiple people from the paddock, but it was never meant to be more. and it absolutely wasn't, but it was early Sunday when the concierge called to inform the arrival of Max and the twins. Of course you didn't hear, Lando's body pressed against you as his soft snores invaded the bed you once shared with Max.

and obviously, Max being as restless as always, decided to just take the direct elevator to the penthouse overlooking Monte-Carlo. That's what made Lando open his eyes, very widely, as you hastily walked him towards the walk-in closet so that he could get dressed and not be seen or heard by Max.

Not that it mattered, but you were capable of putting family peace in front o making your ex-husband jealous.

"Hello my sweets!" Mila and Luca made their way into your arms, not caring about their backpacks making things a bit uncomfortable. "Did you have a good weekend?"

Luca started blabbering about papa's new place, the dishes Max's girlfriend cooked for them, and the incredible time they both had with Sara, the daughter of Max's girlfriend. There obviously was a bond between the three children, both arguing about how Sara liked them more than the other.

Max hadn't had the time to greet you or ask about your weekend, his gaze fixing on an orange hat.

"Since when do you own McLaren merch?" Max questioned you, pointing the foreign object, the logo being unusual on the household.

Ignoring how your heart skipped a beat, feigning ignorance your body turned to where Max's finger was pointing. "Oh, I don't know? I think someone gave it to me at one of the races. Long time ago, though."

That's when both Max and you noticed the twins were gone, probably on their bedroom unpacking or searching the kitchen.

Max took a couple of breaths, his eyebrows scrunched and eyes trying to find yours, not even attempting to hide his feelings. "Are you hooking up with someone from McLaren, (Y/N)?"

Your eyes widened, then took a step back trying to see if you heard him right. "Why would you even ask me that?"

Max shrugged; "I have a right to know, in case they end up sharing time with M and Luca. I can't control how everything works during the week so I'd like to be kept in the loop."

This time it struck like lightning, the fury and anger and disillusion your heart was carrying. "You have no right, Max. Absolutely no fucking right to be kept in the loop about what goes on in my life,"

Max didn't flinch at your tone, "I didn't say about your life, I'm aware that we are divorced, I'm talking about Mila and Luca,”

"I always think of them, they're the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing when I go to sleep. They're always on my mind and never leave, and I would never do anything to hurt them or even cause them the tiniest bit of disappointment. You have no right to come here and tell me you want to know about what goes on in here, because you are the one who chose to leave us in the first place," You vented, with Max's blue eyes fixed on you he was trying to keep his composure, but you knew he was uncomfortable.

"We are not having this conversation now, (Y/N). It's over, now it's just about the kids," Max added with a slight roll of his eyes.

"When are we having this conversation, then? When are you going to tell me that you wanted to separate because there was someone else already? that I wasn't enough for you? not even our kids were enough to make you doubt your decision to leave me, and it feels terrible and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to feel the same because I'm shattered, Max." The words felt like someone was ripping your heart out of your chest, leaving you vulnerable as the thoughts became real, they were out there, but then it was followed by a bittersweet relief of not holding back anymore.

He noticed the tears and hiccups as you tried to make the point. His eyelids trembled as his hands meant to reach out to yours, pull your body to his, squeeze your waist and kiss your hair while assuring everything was going to be just fine.

That was the moment he realized that wasn't his place anymore, probably would never be again. Max didn't even think about that while signing the divorce papers, he didn't bother to show up to anything, sending a lawyer to do whatever was needed, and now it was hitting him like a ton of bricks.

His realization was cut short as the kids came running, Luca placing the McLaren hat on his head, ignoring Mila's voice telling him it wasn't daddy's team.

"I think this is when you leave, Max,"

You managed to keep your voice from quavering and erasing every trace of a tear, telling the kids to say goodbye to Max.

Yeah, this wasn't what Max had in mind for his Sunday morning.

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i think i have a strength kink?? or a power kink??

because holy sweet evreything am i attracthed to folks who can beat me up or break me in half hahahahahaahahahahahaha

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oh totally. although the image that came to my mind was less bone surgery and more bone growth medicine chow.

like they absolutely would be feeding the initiates imperial grade cruelty gruel as part of the religious sado masochisim thing, but its had all the essential artificial super "vitamins" to grow a healthy sister of battle stuffed into it.

I have been playing more warhammer recently painting has been a joy getting all my eldar in a row. Then some fuckin nerd at the game store got all mad when I said eldar are roughly at the height of space marines when not in armor. He went on a tantrum for like a full minute saying how they are just slightly taller proveable with the tabletop. If the models were accurate Sister of Battle in heels would be like 7 feet fucking tall. I mean tall nun soldier lady all the way but still.