#samba fic

[edwardbabygirlteach]

GUYS I MADE THE CAKE

The cake topper caused some sliding But 🥹

[sapphireluci]

THEY HAVE BEEN WED EVERYONE 😍😍😍

[ramblesandrambling]

In case we forget what else is going on while we watch our season finale

[hexcrystals]

hi hello have we all seen this bts of ed touching stede's face

i wrote a fic about it

[seiwas]

shouto dresses like this in the assistant!reader au because he is a man dressed BY women FOR women (aka you’ve helped curate his style over the years 🥺)

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing With Visions - Beyond Relieving - Ballroom Samba - Kaveh

Author Notes: I had a fair bit of fun writing this one, though I admit it was difficult researching the ballroom samba and writing Kaveh for the first time was an adventure. I think Kaveh would be fun to dance with though, and he'd definitely strikes me as someone who be willing to learn to dance. I also wanted to be sure to mention that, despite how slender his in-game model is, I feel like he has to be strong since he's a claymore user. The performance in this fic was inspired by Kathryne and Ryan’s Samba to “Magalenha” by Sergio Mendes on season 6 of “So You Think You Can Dance with some samba rolls thrown in for funsies. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ platonic or romantic/ sfw

Word Count: 1809

Honestly, I knew from the instant that Kaveh had told me that he and Alhaitham were having a competition in which they had to dance whatever style was chosen by the other one that my friend would probably regret it. The fact that we were fixing to perform the samba only proved my suspicions. 

In truth, it wasn’t that I didn’t think Kaveh would do poorly. In fact, I actually had quite a bit of faith in Kaveh even when we’d just started practicing. After all, Kaveh was someone who was open to new experiences and would definitely give this his best shot.

It was just that I genuinely feared what Alhaitham might whip out for his performance.

I glanced over at Kaveh, my hand locked in his, as we made our way onto the darkened platform that was Nilou’s stage. She’d agreed to let us use her stage for the guys competition for the cheap price of getting to watch the dances.

“Do you think you’ll win?” I questioned my partner quietly, a slight smile on my face to hide my nerves as he nodded. A determined expression on his face.

“Yeah. Alhaitham might be a genius when it comes to a lot, but he is no artist.” Kaveh smiled briefly, looking over my way with a confidence he usually didn’t possess as he straightened, “I’ve got the upper hand this time.”

I nodded, half proud of my partner, simply because I knew the amount of effort that had gone into this. After all, I’d been practicing alongside him this whole time.

And Kaveh had definitely regretted letting Alhaitham choose our dance when the scribe had calmly informed him we would be doing the samba without even batting an eye.

Especially since both me and Kaveh knew perfectly well that this style was chosen solely in recompense for Kaveh picking out a style of swing dancing for Alhaitham. 

The samba was easily one of the more difficult Latin dance styles, simply due to the speed and intricate steps used within the dance. But, to be fair, Kaveh had also picked a difficult style for Alhaitham, so I could hardly blame the scribe for being a little mean in his choice of dance.

Save for the fact that his choice had meant that I also had to learn the samba since I’d already agreed to help Kaveh out. But then, I should’ve known that this was hardly going to be easy when it was Alhaitham and Kaveh who were competing with one another.

Kaveh smiled at me, squeezing my hand slightly as we came to a stop, almost like he knew that the nerves had already set in for me. And maybe he did, as he questioned me softly, “Ready?”

I nodded wordlessly, inhaling slightly, before I let go of his hand and shifted so that I was standing behind him, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. 

I watched as he looked off to the side and bobbed his head, signaling for Cyno to start the music, which started almost immediately.

I stepped to the side, reaching out and finding Kaveh’s hand ready and waiting as I slid around him. Pivoting so that I was facing him as I leaned backwards, doing my best to do as Nilou had advised and pretend I was a cat, slinking around.

The opening of our dance was all careful motions, with Kaveh holding my hand and spinning me slowly before I stepped over his outstretched leg. My arm wrapped loosely around his neck before I stretched up one leg. Leaning against him for support as he grabbed my foot and used it to spin me around him. 

I slipped back to his side, looking towards him as I put my back to his chest and let him lift me.

I carefully slipped back around him. Practically laying against his back as I slid down him, and then between his legs before he stepped over me. Reaching down to take my hands and help me up just before we separated right as the beat hit.

It was one of pounding drums that had us quickly shaking our shoulders before I started sashaying to the side and away from him. 

I had to remind myself to not hold my breath as I pushed myself to match the heavy beat as I moved around on the stage, shifting around him in a careful dance of keep-away before his hands clasped mine right as I faced him. 

We rotated, our steps matching the beat perfectly, even as I started incorporating those little samba bounces that Nilou had grilled me on relentlessly until I’d perfected them.

Even when we’d just been practicing it, I’d felt like energetic was almost an understatement for describing this dance. But Kaveh somehow managed to smile at me as we shifted across the stage with quick but short steps filled with little bounces that involved lifting one leg in time to the beat before dropping it back down.

But perhaps what was worse than that was the shifting rhythm that we had to keep up with and match perfectly.

To top it all off, we spent most of our time apart, making it even harder to match each other. Only really coming together to do a few samba rolls, with my back pressed to his chest as one of his arms wrapped around my waist to hold me against him and his other hand grasped my wrist. Rotating with me as we leaned with the motions to create a rolling look.

I felt myself smiling through the dance even as we parted once more. And I could easily believe that this ballroom dance had indeed been inspired by a celebratory dance. 

There was something about the bouncing motions that made one smile even as they strained to keep up with the lively, ever-shifting rhythm.

It was a dance that suited the empathetic Kaveh well and was bound to put a smile on his face. And it was nice to see him smiling once more after he’d been through so much. I’d honestly begun to worry about him, so seeing him enjoy his time learning to dance with me over the past little bit had been beyond relieving.

And though I didn’t know what the reward of winning his little competition with Alhaitham might be, for me, seeing Kaveh smile was enough. And knowing Alhaitham, that was possibly why he’d chosen the samba for Kaveh. A dance he could enjoy, even if he lost.

I forced myself to focus as Kaveh turned, grinning from ear to ear, and held out his hands to me. Sending me running a little ways across the stage to where he was.

He grabbed my hands right as I put on the brakes, letting myself slide across the stage only for him to tug me lightly. Causing me to whip around so that I was looking towards the floor as he pulled me back upright.

And immediately he was guiding me around him so that he could spin me in front of him, direct me back around behind him, and then let me go.

But he didn’t stay far from me, as he matched my light, bouncy steps and followed along behind me.

I found myself looking over my shoulder with my arm extended, finding him there, ready and waiting as he took back hold of me and I danced backwards. Wrapping my arm around him as he spun so that we could turn together. Grinning all the while as we spiraled across the floor.

He let go of me with one arm, keeping a hold of my hand so that I could spin out and look towards those watching us.

 Nilou’s eyes were bright from her seat next to Tighnari, who bobbed quietly to the music, a slight smile on his face as he watched us. And Alhaitham sat next to his partner, his arms crossed as he watched us with an unreadable expression.

I twirled back in, Kaveh’s arms looping under mine as he lifted me and spun. I let my legs swing out freely in front of us before my feet touched back down, and I leaned back. Almost like I was trying to sit down before I leapt up, with Kaveh propelling me forward with an ever-careful toss that had me bounding to my feet. Only adding to the energy of the dance. 

He kept a hold of my hand all the while as we immediately launched into motion again, bouncing lightly on our toes and stepping from side to side.

It wasn’t long until we were coming to the end of our dance and facing each other with Kaveh rotating around me. Smiling at me as he made it back around behind me and I faced the crowd. Keeping up the steady footwork as the drums slowly started to fade.

Kaveh’s hands landed on my waist, and I braced, bending my knees before leaping, with him lifting at the same time as I jumped.

He let go and crouched right as I did a split mid-air, landing on his back with arms catching me in a piggyback position. Him leaned forward, and me with one arm wrapped around him Both of us panting as we were finally allowed to catch our breath at the end of our performance.

Nilou was the first on her feet, smiling at us widely and clapping with all her might as I started to laugh breathlessly. Half-surprised that we’d managed to successfully pull off our performance.

We’d succeeded numerous times during practice, but that had hardly been enough to quell my nerves when I’d known that doing the same motions in front of our friends would be far more difficult.

I heard Kaveh start laughing as well, leaning forward a slight bit more until he straightened, glancing at me over his shoulder as I carefully slid off his back.

It was almost laughable now to remember that I’d been worried about his ability to lift me and hold me up throughout the various motions of the dance. In reality, I should have known better since he fought with a claymore. 

Despite his slender frame, Kaveh was actually quite a bit stronger than one might initially think, as he’d proved to me as we’d been learning this dance.

He reached back behind him, his warm hand finding mine almost immediately, before he pulled me up alongside him so we could bow together.

As we straightened he looked over at me, his red eyes glistened like fine jewels as he beamed at me, “I think Alhaitham will have a tough time beating us, don’t you?”

I nodded, worn out from having danced but elated from both the experience and getting to see him smile so carefreely, “I think so.”

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[medievill]

finally posted some daddy fic inspired by that bts snippet. i regret nothing.

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Back to writing this absolute maximalist fic with @kloperslegend

She's an overthinker, she's still a runner...

Beatrice feels a bit like a caged animal after meeting her mark… attempts at tension relief inside to varying degrees of success

Beatrice found herself pacing the staged, but relatively bare, North Carolina apartment.

Circling.

Couch. Living room. Kitchen.

Bedroom. Kitchen again . Porch. Living room again.

Penduluming through the apartment as something in her refused to settle. Part of her was trying to blame it on the location. Unfamiliar. Different.

It wasn’t that the apartment they set up for her wasn’t nice. It was—very nice, considering how expensive rent was nowadays. The furniture was seemingly expertly staged by someone who knew the finer points of interior design—nice and aesthetically pleasing but not too expensive to blow her ‘grad student’ cover story. It wasn’t necessarily to Beatrice’s tastes—but who was she kidding? Her house in Southern Pines wasn’t overly personalized either—much to Chelle’s dismay—but even as a minimalist Beatrice felt there was barely anything in the Durham apartment that belonged to her. And something about that just… tweaked her the wrong way.

So it wasn’t a place that made her comfortable, but ironically enough Beatrice was used to that. And it was nice. Even if Beatrice recognized the quality wasn’t for her , per say. The agency likely had several of these apartments set up for use at any given notice—she was just surprised one of them happened to be in Durham, North Carolina of all places.

Apparently “the CIA is everywhere, Cap.” Mary had patted her on the shoulder as she opened the apartment up to Beatrice's surprise. Even if Beatrice knew very well that “everywhere” shouldn’t technically be the U.S. The law said they were prohibited from acting on US soil—Not that Beatrice wanted to get into an argument about the finer points of US Constitutional Law with anyone over the matter, though she supposed that instinct did bode well for her cover.

The important thing was, there were loopholes.

Loopholes she would be exploiting soon enough if everything went to plan.

The “suspected terrorism” loophole? It was a stretch, but there was no doubt Primeiro Comando da Capital posed a threat. Especially now that the PCC was dipping their toes into arms trafficking. So the “intelligence gathering on a foreign national for the purposes of national security” loophole? Ding. Ding. Ding.

No. If she was being honest with herself, she knew why she was so irritable, why the spare decor was undeservedly receiving her ire.

It was because her team, at least at some level, still didn't trust her.

It had been days now since Beatrice’s first contact with Ava. They returned to the states two days following their ‘ meet cute’ as Mary had taken to calling it— “how professional,” Beatrice grumbled as she received a variety of curt nods and pats on the back from members of her new team. It was mostly a precaution to keep her cover but also served to make herself potentially available if Ava reached out again. They’d arrived early yesterday morning, jet-lagged and pretending not to be with copious amounts of caffeine (Beatrice had decided to steer clear of the other beverages when they boarded the flight back).

But when they landed at the Fayetteville FBO and piled into two SUVs—Were they walking cliches right out of a James Cameron movie? Yes. Did Beatrice have some sense of pride that she was with the ‘cool kids’ of Special Activities now? Also yes—Beatrice was told to go with Superion, Mary, and Shannon, who she learned rather quickly was the Team Lead. She didn’t think anything of it until they were turning the exact wrong direction out of the airport to return to Fort Liberty—a drive Beatrice had made enough times she might be able to do it with her eyes closed; a drive she’d actually made with at least one eye closed returning from some assignment at some ungodly hour on four hours of sleep in as many days.

Beatrice knew she had a cover. She knew, in theory, things would be happening to solidify said cover while they waited to hear back from Ava. However, she had not expected to be deprived of her nearby home in Southern Pines when that happened. It seemed… impractical at best.

However, Superion was very clear: she was not to return to her own home, nor go anywhere near Fort Liberty, and as much as possible she should avoid places she previously regularly frequented. Which shouldn't be a problem because Durham was nearly two hours north anyway.

It was overkill. That’s what she would have said had anyone asked. Internally, though, it stung.

Did Superion expect either Ava or her father to, on a whim, waltz down from New York where they were on holiday (and enjoying it if Ava’s messages and occasional photos were any implication), simply for an extended shopping trip in Durham, a college town of a city with population of a measly 200,000?

Obviously not. Superion might be cautious, a good trait for a leader to have, but she wasn't stupid. Locking Beatrice away like this wasn't because she actually thought she was in danger: it was because somehow, somewhere, Beatrice had fucked up in her eyes.

What the fuck had she done to make her team decide she needed to handled with kid gloves?

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[bizarrelittlemew]

dropping a new raretrio here today – it is my honor(??) to be the first(??) to tag this ship on ao3 ✌️

~6.8k words, explicit, 90's au with Ed/Stede/Roach (yes you read that right)

When Roach's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, he has to count on the kindness of the strangers who live in the only house nearby. Turns out, they aren't really strangers at all—living in the house are legendary (retired) porn star Blackbeard (Roach's inspiration for going into porn himself) and Stede Bonnet, the man behind the Captain Edwards series of erotic romance novels, and they give Roach a lot more than just kindness.

For the OFMD AUpril Day 25 prompts: Rural – Porn Star – Romance author

thanks to @blakbonnet for being the world's fastest beta reader and supporting my unhinged ideas 🤸

[theindiscreetbookworm]

Okay, this is something I said in the tags of a reblog of a good art but

Samba Schutte has both funny little guy energy and hottest man I've ever seen energy

ESPECIALLY while playing Roach

and I just want to say, get you a man who can do both, I guess.

[sapphireluci]

Guess who finally got around to writing Chapter 7 😍😍😍 (And guess who are now parents lol)

[angelsandarsenic]

This might be way too specific but are there any fics wit Quackity (as a duck or avian hybrid ofc) and that song from Rio?? (It’s called Hot Wings) has anyone found or written one of those??

[slytherizz]

I am truly a converted heathen to the Church of Chav Seb.

Thank you so much for letting me borrow him to write degenerate smut. Your art as always is stunning and this comic is a masterpiece 🥵

Chav Seb Smut Fic - 1.8k

Tags: Smut, Explicit Language, Fingering, Semi Public

If you were to ask her that morning exactly how she would ended up with her cheek crushed against the rough wood of the broom sheds, skirt hiked up around her waist and underwear pulled unceremoniously to the side so that her slit exposed for any potential passers by to see - She would have call you a dirty liar or assumed she was the future victim of at least one if not several unforgivable curses.

Because there was absolutely no way in hell that she would let that chav Sebastian Sallow touch her.

Or at least that’s what she’d thought. And would have sworn over her dead body that she’d hex him if he even so much as breathed too close to her. But that wasn’t true, was it?

Not judging by the long fingers currently curling inside of her to tease her sweet spot so expertly she had a string of drool running down her chin from her perpetually open mouth.

So in reality, she was the liar. And a filthy one at that.

At first she’d thought the crimson envelope dropped in her lap was a Howler from her parents. They’d be writing to make a point about their frustration with their eldest daughter's grades slipping. Expecting that they’d found out she only received an ‘E’ on her last potions mock exam. She’d torn open the letter before it could even begin to smoke only to be met with that grating Scottish brogue.

‘Oi. Bitch. Broom Sheds. 10 minutes. Don’t be fucking late.’

Perhaps, it was the complete audacity in which he thought he could summon her, and she’d come running to his beck and call, that made all rationality dissipate. She’d sent a hex towards the howler exploding it into red confetti before it could finish enunciating the last syllable. Long before Natty could even attempt to convince her to ignore it that he wasn’t worth her ire, she’d torn open the courtyard door and was charging down to the quidditch pitch.

She didn’t know at what point between shrilly calling him an “arrogant, insufferable prick”. And him snarling back that she “oughht to do something about that stick rammed up her arse”. That he’d managed to take hold of her with pathetically little resistance on her end and reduce her to this simpering mess.

But now here she was. So exposed that if anyone was to walk past she’d have no hope of preserving any of her dignity, and what’s worse the mortification of anyone knowing it was Sallow who she was willing to let spread her open for the world to see. Wetness smeared between her thighs growing slicker with every pump of his fingers. One knee raised and wedged between her stomach and the wall so he could spear them into her deeper. The other quivered as violently as if she were a newborn thestral. Sallow didn’t seem to care one iota that her leg was about to buckle beneath her. In fact, he only seemed to be doing her the courtesy of keeping her upright because it allowed him to grind his hard cock against her arse. Which wasn’t unwelcome as it at least served as a physical reminder she wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost their mind.

With precision Sallow’s thumb swept across her clit just enough to make her cry out but not enough pressure to truly satiate her. She caught her tongue between her teeth in an attempt to hold the incriminating sounds at bay. If anyone found them like this if the ground didn’t swallow her up first she’d have to feed herself to the giant squid rather than face the mortification.

“Not so fucking chopsy now are you, hm?” He crooned in her ear answering her muffled whining.

She wanted to argue back but Sallow clasped her jaw his lips clashed against hers. Not that she was confident any protests would come out as more than a strung out incoherent babble at this point. His mouth moved demandingly against her own, tongue slipping past her lips to flick against hers. Pressed against her. inside of her. Sallow was overwhelming her senses in every way.

She felt cheated. Lied to by romance novels she’d wasted years of her life and countless hours devouring. She’d expected his skin to be accentuated by notes of pine needles or cinnamon or leather or some other vague yet undeniably masculine musk. Sallow smelt nothing like any chivalrous romantic hero from any book she’d ever read. But rather, faintly of cigarettes.which she knew he skived off Arithmancy to smoke; Perhaps, squeezed mandarin and sandalwood? But that was if the spray that surrounded him like a fog wasn’t so acidic - which it was. And to such a degree it caught in your throat and made the oxygen seem thin. To her abject disgust in herself, she didn’t find any of this as repulsive as she thought she would. Not even unpleasant. If anything she found its harshness as arousing as the stiff cock rutting against her arse. Knew the scent would stain her similarly to the yellowing callous on the inside of Sebastian’s middle and index fingers which had torn open the buttons of her blouse, pulled down the cup of her bra and were currently pinching her peaked nipple.

“Sallow-fuck,” she whined needily into his open mouth. She’d been planning on punctuating that thought with ‘you’ but the way his thumb was now circling her hooded bundle of nerves all ability to form coherent thoughts had been effectively abandoned.

“That’s right. Say my name.”

He picked up his pace, which only forced her leg higher up the wall. Spreading her wider to coax more of her slick to coat his fingers.

She chased the mounting pressure of her orgasm, desperately rocking her hips down to meet every pump of his fingers into her tight cunt. Sallow grunted, moving in quick tight circles on her clit and a curling fingers just so. Wide eyed she climaxed with a sudden, helpless cry. Cunt tightening, clenched around those divine digits. One arm braced against the wall the other slung around his neck failing to find purchase to tether her back to earth. She rode it out in waves as he continued to toy with her using his thumb, send a little jolt of pleasure to chase through her body. Over and over again. Keeping her body tense on her peak. Brushing his thumb back and forth across her bundle of nerves like the worlds filthiest metronome.

Overstimulated, she tried to angle her hips away to shield her swollen nub but Sallow grunted low in her ear. He merely pinned her harder against the wall by impressing further into her backside.

“Ah- please. Stop I can’t anymore,” she choked. Reluctantly adding “I’m begging you.”

“Not so much of stuck up bitch now are you?” He whispered mockingly against her ear in his smoke gravel brogue. “Who knew you could be so well trained?”

Satisfied with her humiliating plea for reprieve he removed his fingers from her tight heat. Releasing her just enough so her leg could slide back down the door and he could turn her around to face him. She sighed, in relief and as boneless as she felt, she was glad of the additional support because looking Sallow in the eye after she’d just come on his fingers was proving to make her feel just as unstable.

Sebastian looked down at the slick glistening on his fingers. She flushed seeing how it had spread, running down the tensors contouring his hand. Sallow took hold of her jaw again. “Open your mouth.”

What embarrassingly little remained of her pride made her teeth clamped shut. She glared back at him in silent protest.

“You think you can make a mess like the slut you are and not clean it up?”

If looks could kill, would be an understatement. what was betrayed in his hard set of eyes was that should she refuse to comply her death would simply not be enough to compensate for the insult. It was a look that would take pleasure in taking her apart methodically piece by piece. Breaking her slowly like a strong willed mare.

Shamefully, she felt her body clench. Cunt acutely missing the loss of his fingers inside of her. His already bruising grip on her jaw tightened enough she heard a sickening click in the joints. The heel of his palm impressed on her windpipe. Her strained breath was shallow enough to make her head spin with that overpowering smell she could only assume he received in a Christmas gift set.

She unclenched her teeth and he wasted no time pushing two digits forcefully past her lips. Her cheeks flushed profusely as she tasted the tang of slick -her slick- coating his fingers. Sallow’s hard brown eyes were staring at her, a little more amused now, more than likely because for all her bravado had won. He cocked one slitted eyebrow at her and for her little mutany gave another warning pulse of his hand.

With that she began to drag her tongue along the underside of his fingers. Swirled it around the tip, sucking and licking off the residue. Knuckles appearing and disappearing past her swollen lips with every bob of her head as she took them deeper in her mouth. Mortifyingly she whined when Sallow was at last satisfied and pulled his fingers free dragging her bottom lip down with his thumb.He stooped his head to drag it again with his teeth.

With a final squeeze he released her hold on her completely. She heaved a much needed breath lungs feeling tight from restriction. Quickly she set about fixing her skirt. Hiked it back down from where it had ridden up around her waist to cover the torn underwear now barely covered her slit. Panicked she looked around, she couldn’t see anyone around yet but she could still hear voice off in the distance a little too close. She attempted to pull the edges of her blouse back together to cover her exposed breasts, nipples still visible through the sheer white fabric.

If she could find her wand she’d be able to fix her clothes and get back to the castle before Natty or anyone could suspect anything out of the ordinary had occurred. She could pretend that absolutely none of this ever happened. Move on with her life pretending Sallow had not reduced her to a pleading, whimpering wreck. Which she knew would prove to be rather difficult late at night when her own fingers between her legs just weren’t cutting it.

Absolutely refusing to meet his eyes, she moved to duck under his arm but Sallow pushed her back with a rough hand on her shoulder. Her back thudded against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said sharply. As he caged her in, leaning his arm against the space above her. He smirked, free hand palming his cock which was strained against his trackies. “We’re not through yet.”

She swallowed. Praying to every deity she could think of that no passers by witnessed her allowing Sebastian Salloe to push her willingly inside the broom shed.

Thank you to @slytherizz for this idea. And PLEASE post the story cause everyone should read the drabble that inspired this comic. This was so fun.

[taasgirl]

summer samba - oscar piastri

summary: jenson button's daughter, y/n, is very well known around the paddock, and when her dad loses a bet, she finds herself spending more time in the mclaren garage

a/n: no face claim, imagine y/n as you wish. also i know jenson is only 44, but imagine he's older for the sake of this fic - and that y/n is 22

liked by danielricciardo, pierregasly, and 43, 218 others ynbutton fernando pls win this weekend, i have a bet with my dad

fernandoalo_oficial I will try just for you liked by ynbutton

user50 y/n is so inconic

landonorris Okayyyyyy fit

ynbutton okurrrrr

danielricciardo No bet on me winning?

ynbutton i'll bet on u next week i promise

user82 Her dad is Jenson Button and she gets to be best friends with the drivers Y/N I WANT YOUR LIFEEE

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbutton, and 153, 982 others jackdoohan FP1 in Canada LFGGGGG tagged: alpinef1team & ynbutton

ynbutton LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

jackdoohan WOOOOOO

user66 are they dating?

user82 Nah just friends I think

danielricciardo My son 👨‍🍼 liked by jackdoohan

user92 You're so fine jack pls i need u

user42 jack and y/n would be such a cute couple

user90 ya'll say this about every driver y/n interacts with

liked by ynbutton, astonmartinf1, and 2, 822, 397 others f1 HE'S DONE IT! FERNANDO ALONSO WINS HIS FIRST GRAND PRIX SINCE 2013! tagged: fernandoalo_oficial & astonmartinf1

user63 THE ROOKIE HAS DONE IT AGAINNNNN

user98 best rookie oat ngl

ynbutton YES YES YES EAT SHIT @ jensonbutton

user82 Y/n really loves her bets huh

jensonbutton @ user82 She does unfortunately.

astonmartinf1 💚🤍

user98 alonso dominance could bore fans

liked by f1, ynbutton, and 128, 985 others jensonbutton So happy for you @ fernandoalo_oficial, I never once doubted you for a second.

ynbutton yes you did. u called me ridiculous for betting on him p1

jensonbutton Don't expose me

user98 So what do you owe Y/N?

jensonbutton $300 and Mclaren Paddock passes apparently

fernandoalo_oficial Y/N told me about the bet, extra motivation 🤣 liked by jensonbutton

liked by landonorris, mclaren, and 1, 288, 763 others oscarpiastri Disappointed that I couldn't get more points for the team, but there's plenty to learn and grow from. Congratulations @ fernandoalo_oficial, proud of you brother 👊

mclaren We keep pushing 🧡

ynbutton head up osc! i'll be cheering you on next race

oscarpiastri Thanks y/n 🩷

user77 @ oscarpiastri okay why are we lowkey robbed on y/n x op81 content

fernandoalo_oficial ♥️

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liked by lewishamilton, georgerussell63, and 47, 229 others ynbutton Montreal I love uuuuuu #eatshitdad tagged: georgerussell63, jensonbutton & roscoelovescoco

lewishamilton I think you spend more time with Roscoe than with me...

ynbutton what can i say 🤷 roscoe's cuter than u

user69 Y/N AND GEORGE YES I HAVENT SEEN THEM IN SO LONG!!

user92 ur dad is beekeeping age

jensonbutton What does this mean?

oscarpiastri Looking good y/n

user98 wait lowkey i want them together

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liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, and 62, 879 others ynbutton thanks for the passes @ jensonbutton tagged: mclaren

mclaren Let's get you in some papaya liked by ynbutton

oscarpiastri Modelling in front of the right garage 👌👌

ynbutton i'll be cheering you on!!

landonorris Hmmmm

user93 someone decode this rn

user33 AHHH UR SO PRETTYYY

user25 wyd if i say that y/n and oscar SHOULD be a couple??

landonorris Throwing up I think

liked by mclaren, ynbutton, and 2, 365, 873 others landonorris Stuck in third all week (P3 in quali, the race and now I'm a third wheel) tagged: mclaren, oscarpiastri, ynbutton

mclaren Yeah but you're our favourite third 🧡

user03 admin this could mean MANY things

oscarpiastri You've been with me all week??

landonorris Uh huh, and the girl you won't shut up about

user59 why u so fine

user83 Not lando exposing oscar 😭

user97 OH MY GOD YNOSCAR TRUTHERS RISEEE

user34 Who are you third wheeling?

liked by user55, user87, and 23, 877 others user49 any else noticed that ever since the montreal gp, oscar has like really made an effort to befriend fernando, jack, and liam... who all coincidentally are VERY close with y/n button. just saying 😏

landonorris oscar u ain't slick

user65 OH MY GOD LANDO WHATTATTATA

user44 lando commenting is all the proof i need

user59 somebody sedate me i need a ynoscar interaction

user98 Lando pls play matchmaker xx

user87 OSCAR JUST ASK HER OUT OMD

liked by jackdoohan, landonorris, and 54, 120 others ynbutton oh yeah babyyyy

jensonbutton Who is that Y/N?

ynbutton don't worry about it dad 🤫

user87 woah normal y/n post BOOM SOFT LAUNCH

liamlawson30 Another photo dump I don't make smh

ynbutton shushhhh

user11 oscar perhaps

landonorris Who is that sexy man

ynbutton that's a daniel ricciardo plush toy. landonorris ynbutton Oh shut up

user64 y/n is such vibes i love her

liked by jackdoohan, ynbutton, and 1, 473, 861 others oscarpiastri YEAH BABYYYYY P22222

landonorris Wettt

user92 excuse me

mclaren Proud of you Oscar 🫂

user48 PRETTY MUCH THE SAME CAPTION AS Y/N AHHH

ynbutton p22222 out of 20 cars is rlly bad sorry babes x

oscarpiastri No you're lying nooooo

user81 oh he's defos posted this as a thirst trap for y/n liked by oscarpiastri

view ynbutton's story...

caption: ya'll do i keep him

view oscarpiastri's story...

caption: I think she likes them 💐

liked by landonorris, liamlawson30, and 1, 290, 822 others oscarpiastri She said that I lose aura points if I admit that I had a crush on her for over four years??? tagged: ynbutton

landonorris FOUR YEARS? it's worse than I thought

ynbutton he willingly bought that shirt btw!

oscarpiastri Would you rather I take it off? ynbutton oscarpiastri you know what i rather 😉

jackdoohan And to think that you actually wanted to be my friend liked by oscarpiastri

jensonbutton I knew it @ fernandoalo_oficial pay up

ynbutton YOU BETTED ON THIS??? fernandoalo_oficial ynbutton We bet on everything

liked by jackdoohan, oscarpiastri, and 81, 844 others ynbutton do i lose aura points if i admit that the only reason i wanted mclaren paddock passes was to see my crush of five years 😢

landonorris FIVE YEARS?? IT DOES GET WORSE

oscarpiastri Yes you do

ynbutton shut up

user93 YNOSCAR GIRLES WE UPPP

liamlawson30 SO YOU FINALLY ADMIT THAT YOU LIKED HIM FOR THAT LONG I FUCKING KNEW IT

ynbutton i WILL attack you liam

oscarpiastri She also bought this shirt willingly

user22 i just want what they have

hey guys!! let me know if you liked this hehe. WHO'S EXCITED FOR THE EUROS EEEE?? anyways thank you all so much for your support, my reqs are open so feel free to drop anything in there :)

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Dancing With Visions - My Win This Time - Ballroom Samba - Childe

Author Notes: So, I used the international ballroom version of the samba for this fic. The performance in question for this fic was heavily inspired by Lacey and Danny’s samba to “Hip Hip, Chin Chin” by Club Des Belugas on season 3 of “So You Think You Can Dance.” Just like the rest of this series, Reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ flirtation /sfw

Word Count: 1483

Leave it to Childe to want to dance something along the lines of the samba when everyone else would be dancing waltzes or some other romantic style of dance. I couldn’t really complain though since here I was, standing next to him and shifting in preparation as the musicians hurriedly switched to a song we could dance to per the Harbinger’s request.

I glanced over his way, half-regretting doing so as soon as I spotted the grin on his face as his gaze flickered my way. But then he knew exactly what scene we were going to make, and he was most definitely reveling in it.

But then, I couldn’t really talk considering I was going along with his antics.

I made a face at him before looking back ahead, starting to move forward at the exact same time the syncopated music started. My steps matched the speedy beat with backwards and forwards steps that the samba was so well known for, as I matched the pounding rhythm of the music that startled most everyone in the space but me and Childe.

Because up until now, all of the dances had been fairly stately and flowing, as would be expected for a function that was notable enough for Childe to be attending in his position as a Harbinger.

I stopped in a careful pose, my legs bent and hands pressed to my thighs just above my knees as I rolled my hips slowly while Childe started over. Simply walking purposefully over to where I stood as the crowd around us already began to stir.

I reached over, grasping his hand as soon as he came up alongside me, and letting him whirl across the floor in front of him before I threw myself backwards in a dip.

His arm caught me immediately as I kicked one leg up into a split as he grasped my leg down towards my ankle. Letting his hand trace its way up my calf as he grinned down at me before I snapped my leg back down and straightened, pressing on hand to his chest as I leaned forward, refusing to face him when he was so obviously trying to get a reaction from me.

It never failed, though. Childe was an undeniably flirtatious dancer, which was one of the reasons samba, a perfectly energetic dance, was such a good fit for him.

I spun, parting from him before crouching and reaching up to grasp his leg as I looked up at him while he held my gaze. His normally dull eyes alight with playfulness that usually only appeared when he was sparring someone.

But I knew, for a fact, that Childe also viewed dances as competitions of sorts. At least he viewed the dances that allowed such behavior that way. It was one of the reasons he didn���t enjoy the more courtly dances as much. They didn’t allow for that heart-pounding interaction that he always took as a challenge.

And the sole reason he’d sought me out to be his partner for tonight was that I was one of his favorite people to compete with in this way. After all, I could keep up with him beat for beat when it came to dancing.

I walked my hands up him, standing slowly until my hands reached his shoulders, and he was grasping my arms with a wide grin on his face as he started dancing me backwards. Sending me through rapid spin through rapid spin that always had me snapping back to him in the end. Half bracing myself against him in preparation for the next motion.

It wasn’t long before I broke free of him though, spinning away from him to dance side by side, but separately from him. Our motion’s matching one another’s, and we stepped forwards and backwards, bouncing one leg up to the rhythmic beat as we sashayed along the floor before inevitably stopping as the drums in the music signaled us.

I inhaled deeply, catching my breath as we looked away from each other but reached back. Our hands meeting in the middle of the space between us and locking together before he pulled me towards him. Spinning just in time for me to collide with his chest, my hand pressing against his chest as he grasped my waist, and I looked up at his face that grinned at me. Far too pleased with himself as I exhaled.

I shoved backwards and away from him, but his hand maintained its grip on mine. Causing our arms to stretch between us before I was reeled, twirling all the way, back in as he leaned forward in a slight crouch. 

He pressed me back against his extended leg as we faced the same direction until I was practically sitting on his thigh as I wrapped one arm around his shoulders while my other hand braced itself on his arm that wrapped back and around my waist as the beat of our music briefly paused.

I slid my hand along his shoulder, pushing myself back up into a standing position and spinning away as his hand caught mine and held it up between us. We both stopped, slowly rolling our hips in unison to the music before we turned back towards each other. Both of our hands locked together as we shifted together. Twisting our hips and then rolling our bodies towards one another before we hopped backwards and away from each other.

We parted, our hands separating as we danced backwards to the now pounding beat that demanded we didn’t pause for even a second's break.

We pivoted on our feet, gliding across the floor until his hand was catching mine so that we were dancing together, well and truly paired once more.

Every motion was fast, with him making full use of his long legs and me having to wrap my arms fully around him as we spun in order to keep my balance until he twirled me. Placing me behind him before reaching back and sending me quite literally sliding under his arm and across the ground before I had straightened as was dancing away from him. Leaving him to hurriedly pursue me before dropping to his knees to slide across the floor behind me until he could grasp my hips.

The motion almost startled me into freezing as my eyes widened slightly before I shifted. Shaking him off as I recovered quickly before turning to look back at him as he stood to twirl on his own, with frustratingly flawless form, before he was snatching me back to him.

My back was pressed to his chest as he locked his arms around me, gripping my hands the entire time as if he were locking me to his person as he shifted our arms around like they were sliding locks that couldn’t ever be quite pinned down.

He spun though, letting go of my hands and putting his back to mine before slowly crouching. Forcing me to lean back on him as I caught my breath until we were both on the ground, looking towards one another as I twisted so that I was on my hands and knees.

This time I pursued him across the floor though, putting him on the defensive as I followed him until I stood, holding my hand to him as I straightened while he continued to kneel on the floor.

My hands rested on his head, fingers resting in his soft hair as I continued to perform the fast, samba footwork in place as he grinned up at me. Seemingly pleased with this turn of events.

I let go of him quickly though, lightly pushing him backwards and briefly knocking him off balance with one foot to his chest.

I spun lightly on my feet only to find him already reaching up to grasp me by the time I was facing him once more. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me towards where he knelt with a grin. And, almost reflexively, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he dipped me backwards over his knee.

I pushed myself back upright, though. Quickly dancing away from him as he stood behind me and pursued. Putting me on the retreat once more before he caught up and mirrored my footwork behind me. Somehow unbothered by the incessant energy of the dance, even as I felt myself starting to flag.

The song was ending though, and I found myself twirling and having to grasp him in a final ending pose as he grinned at me smugly, one arm wrapped around me and holding me close as I panted slightly. 

I met his gaze, pressing my lips together in frustration as he tilted his head, only slightly out of breath as he dipped his head towards mine ever-so-slightly, “Looks like it’s my win this time, Girlie.”

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# BATBOYS WITH BRAZILIAN!READER HCS ── .✦ ( batboys with a Brazilian s/o, requested!)

a/n: request by this anon (here) and a second anon (which I’ll theyre request even though it’s the same I’ll be doing it for them too as in a Damian focused one) also please reblog/like for some engagement tysm <3, also i’m thinking of doing different batboys separate hcs and like yk fics instead of all them together because I kinda don’t want to be reduced to that yk?? But it’s like the most posts that get engagement so I rlly can’t be mad at something that makes me get most attention, tags: (batboys x Brazilian!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Dick is obsessed with how expressive you are, he adores how easily you switch between Portuguese and English. He tries to pick up a few phrases to impress you, though he’s definitely not as smooth as he thinks.

“Oi, amor, tudo bem?” He says, thinking he nailed it. “...Wait, did I just call you my love?”

He takes you on regular dates to the best Brazilian restaurants, but when you ask for cachaça or caipirinha, he looks at you like you just asked him to jump off a building.

“Uh… we’re not old enough for that, are we?” “Dick your 27 for crying out loud.”

But when you insist, he’s just charmed by the way you argue with him, and tries (unsuccessfully) to keep up with your energy.

JASON TODD ── .✦

Jason absolutely loves your Brazilian food—specifically, feijoada and pão de queijo. He’s always asking you to make them, even though he tries to act like he’s not obsessed with it.

“I’m just saying, if you made this for me every day, I wouldn’t complain. Just don’t tell anyone that.”

He’s so proud of your Portuguese skills, and loves hearing you speak it. But when you use slang or curse words, he pretends to be all scandalized “why would you say that *gasp*” even though he secretly finds it adorably tough.

“Hey, is that how you really talk? That’s, uh, pretty intense. Kinda hot, though.”

Your energy and joy rub off on him, and despite his grumpy nature, he can’t help but smile when you’re around. He secretly loves it when you speak Portuguese, especially when you're excited.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim can’t resist asking you about Brazilian pop culture, especially when you’re watching Brazilian shows or listening to Brazilian music even when you tell him to not translate the meaning of some songs.

“Okay, okay, I have to know… how does that work? What’s this soap opera about?”

Your dance moves are a bit of a mystery to him at first, but when you teach him a little samba or forró, he’s lowkey impressed (and laughs when he messes it up).

“You know what? I’ll stick to solving crimes, you handle the dancing.” (He dances like a white boy so much in some white club😭)

He loves the idea of you sharing bits of your culture with him, especially when you teach him some Portuguese slang. But when you start using it against him, he doesn’t know whether to laugh or pretend he didn’t understand.

“Wait, wait, you just called me that?! But I thought I was your… Wait, hold on. I need a dictionary.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian is fascinated by the fierceness of Brazilian culture—he admires your independence and the way you carry yourself.

You make pão de queijo one morning, and he's convinced it’s some magical food that might give him new abilities. He eats it while muttering about the mysterious "power" of Brazilian cuisine.

“This… this isn’t regular bread. It’s—“ He pauses mid-bite. “I can feel stronger already.” “Damian, it’s just food.”

Damian gets a bit possessive about your accent, secretly thinking it sounds regal. He’ll make comments like, “I’ve never heard anyone speak so commandingly in Portuguese.”

If anyone flirts with you, he’s immediately in ‘protective mode,’ trying to act cool, but it’s clear he’s not happy. If anyone flirts in Portuguese to you? It’s a whole other level of intensity for him.

“You will not talk to her in that language in-front of me.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce doesn’t really get what’s so special about Brazilian music, but when you play some Bossa Nova, he ends up listening to it when he’s working. It makes him feel at peace.

“I don’t know how you do it, but this music calms me down in ways I didn’t expect.”

He’ll take you to exclusive Brazilian art exhibits, but he can’t help but feel like he's failing because he doesn’t know anything about Brazilian art or culture. But that’s okay—he'll always make sure you have everything you need.

“I might not understand all of it, but I can tell it means a lot to you. That’s enough.”

He loves how you bring excitement into his sometimes dreary world. When you talk about your hometown or culture, it’s like a breath of fresh air to him.

“You’re one of a kind.” *cue Alfred preparing Bruce’s list for him😭*