#to watch as like a Serious Moment?? idk

[dashiellqvverty]

i have a headache and can NOT think clearly enough to really gather my thoughts but as much as i really did like atsv there were just. things about it that didnt work for me. and like mostly i was not big on how they did the “canon events” stuff like im not AGAINST it just at points felt like sort of redoing the moment in itsv where after aaron dies the other spiderpeople are able to comfort and relate to miles because they’ve been through similar things and this is like... that but in a technical lore way and not hitting the same emotional beat?? like obvioulsy they’re taking it somewhere different and its about like defying the story that’s laid out for you and i LIKE that but. idk. and im like yeah obviously theres stuff thats part of the spiderman origin story we KNOW this we did it already in the last movie and it was a great scene. and also like theres no way everything they referenced is 100% true for every version of spiderman, even every single one that cameos in the movie?? idk. it just Frustrated me in a way that i truly cannot put my finger on

[dukeofthomas]

"Are the Robins child soldiers" It depends. If the story is super serious and into exploring complex morality and grounded from reality's standards, then yes. If the story is lighthearted, made for children, fluff, etc., then no. If it's somewhere in the middle, it might depend.

If an author wants to write a story seriously delving into the fucked up-ness of children fighting criminals, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a fun story about villains and heroes featuring Robin in a world where that's not an issue, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a serious story but not apply IRL-logic to Robin, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin saying they changed song by so it would be easier for people to watch and listen and then me seeing people going "Yes! It's good it's on tiktok and shorts now" and I'm like. Oh. You're all so fucking stupid <3

[ghost-bard]

im so sorry but i really truly dont trust anya the child in edge of midnight at all, like most untrustworthy child ive seen in media in a while

[welcometogrouchland]

Finally saw Wicked today. I fear it is, in fact, actually all that and a bag of chips. Like it is genuinely that good

[skunkes]

OMG you like moral orel?? who is your favorite character :]c *Blinking and fluttering my eyelashes beautifully*

i watched the whole thing in a few days, ended yesterday. My faves are nurse bendy and joe (together and as a unit), stephanie (individually and then as a unit with the reverend but i dont like him individually), + danielle, of course

[taraxippos]

Watching Wojack Horseguy for the third time and it is still so fucking good and still really annoys me in many ways

[cloudbends]

well. (Scratches desk. Bashes my head into the wall over and over again /pos)

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Thinking once again of a potential animated TMI series

[itsays]

ok i'll start naming names. kanojo wa kirei datta. fucking sucks. im on ep6 and it's so hard to watch because i hate it. sure the leads are cute and they have some nice moments. like, 5 seconds an episode. but other than that? boring as hell. hate everything about it. hate that's it's a boss x employee thing. hate that this fake BITCH forgot about his best friend. the story gives me such misoginy vibes because it makes me feel like this man only ever cared for this woman's looks even as a kid and that's all she ever was to him dont even get me started. fuck that man. hate that the friend is pretending to be her. backstabbing bitch but not as bad as the boss.

then we have liar game. on pause because i need a dose of romance and it's too loaded for me rn like im not in the mood bro. good drama but not for now!

then there's about a sex. i think you tumblr girls would eat this shit up. if you hated only friends watch this. it's a good drama! good for the kids of today or whatever. but honestly it's falls under psa media which you all freaks love but i hate! i dont want my media do spoonfeed me its message, i dont want it to tell me right from wrong, i dont want want media to teach me things by spelling it out to me. i dont wanna consume psas for entertainment. like. the message is nice. but this is not what i consume media for. will finish it though.

[crossbackpoke-check]

i've been thinking a lot about the mojoe show, especially how i miss seeing them together and somehow, i stumbled on your blog and all your tags about them (joe in specific) speak directly to me!

no go on... what are the tags saying to you... come join the mojo(e) jojo hive mind...

[osachiyo]

“ B-BODY SEARCH? ”

# pairing: mean!colonel caleb x fem!reader

# tws: n/sfw content, 0.7k+ wc, dub-con, pussy inspection (?), rough s.ex, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, mean!caleb, body search, his mechanical arm vibrates bc why tf not, degradation, might be ooc 😭 + not proofread so i apologize for any errors/mistakes.

# note: can you guys tell I love mean!caleb… wrote this almost being half asleep at 3 am so this might suck ass idk ✌🏽

Caleb's eyes are hard and unyielding as he pins you with a stern glare, his jaw clenched tight. He's done playing nice. Done with your constant defiance and reckless disregard for your own safety. If you won't take this seriously, then he'll just have to get serious for you.

"Strip," he commands, his voice brooking no argument. "Now."

He stands over you, arms crossed over his broad chest as he waits for you to comply. When you hesitate, his patience snaps like a frayed rope. In a flash, he's on you, gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Don't test me, pipsqueak," he growls, eyes flashing with warning. "I'm not in the mood for games."

His hands make short work of your clothes, practically tearing them from your body in his haste. Button by button, zipper by zipper, he strips you bare until you're left with nothing but the chill of the air and the heat of his gaze.

His eyes rake over your naked form, searching for any sign of contraband. They linger on your tits, your stomach, your hips... pausing for a long moment as they reach the apex of your thighs. A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Spread these pretty legs f’me, baby" he orders, voice dripping with condescension. "Let's see if you're hiding anything... down there."

He punctuates his command with a harsh squeeze to your inner thigh, fingers digging into your soft flesh. When you don't move fast enough to suit him, he grips your knee and wrenches your leg to the side, exposing you completely.

"Fuckin' hell," he mutters, eyes glinting with a wicked light as he takes in the sight of your exposed pussy. "You're dripping already, aren't you? Dirty girl, getting turned on by a search. I should've known you'd be a little slut."

He reaches out, fingers brushing against your folds with a feather-light touch. A shudder wracks your body at the contact, a gasp escaping your lips. Caleb just grins, a wicked curve to his mouth as he parts your lower lips with his gloved fingers.

"Let's see what we have here," he taunts, voice low and mocking. "Just a messy little cunt, so wet and ready for my attention. Is this really turning you on right now?"

Caleb's smirk grows wider, crueler, as he takes in the debauched sight of your dripping pussy. He can't resist reaching out, running a single finger along your slit, feeling the slick heat that coats his skin. A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest at the sensation.

"Just look at you—so fuckin’ desperate," he taunts, circling your clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "Desperate for attention, for release. Buuuut—you've been a bad girl, haven’t you, sweetheart? So you don't get to cum until I say so."

His eyes glint with a wicked promise as he raises his mechanical hand, the metal fingers glinting under the harsh light. Your eyes widened in half shock—half horror as his fingers started vibrating. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he positions the buzzing fingertips at your entrance.

"Let's see how long you last, slut," he growls, pressing the vibrations against your aching core.

He starts slow, teasing, the buzzing sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your hips buck against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction, but he holds you down, pinning you in place.

"Thaaaat’s it—fuckin’ grind on it," he snarls, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Fuckin’ take it like the desperate little whore you are."

He increases the intensity, the vibrations growing stronger, more insistent. Your walls clench around the buzzing tip, your body coiled tight as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

"C-caleb, ohh—fuck!" you cry out, back arching off the bed as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy.

"That's right, scream for me," he egged, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Let everyone know what a dirty slut you are."

He can feel you tightening, gooey walls fluttering around his fingers as your orgasm builds to a crescendo. He knows you're right on the edge, ready to fall over into sweet oblivion.

But at the last possible second, he rips his hand away—leaving you empty and aching, teetering on the razor's edge of climax. A frustrated sob tears from your throat at the sudden loss of stimulation, “nonono please—I was s’close—wanna cum s’bad!”

"Well that’s too damn bad, isn’t it, sweet girl?" Caleb taunts, a wicked grin on his face as he watches you squirm and beg, wiping the slick-soaked metal on your thigh. "Brats don't get to cum—you only cum when I allow it. We’re just getting started and let’s just say… you’re not cumming anytime soon.”

++ LADS M.LIST

[extemthehedgehog]

Bro we have a sub in 4th period today and I swear to the pizza pasta mamma Mia up in the sky this dude is an actual sociopath

Like I wasn’t paying attention when he was calling attendance, called me by last name, and I just asked if it was my first name or last name cuz idk if there’s anyone else with my last name in this period

Then he proceeds to call me out for apparently trying to embarrass him???? Trying to be funny???????? I literally told him the reason why I asked the question and he didn’t even listen

He talks to me for what feels like seven minutes straight just going on abt how I’m tryna be cute or smth when I literally said I wasn’t paying attention and was confused on first or last names

I swear it was both scary and hilarious at the same time 💀

[jungwnies]

F1 GRID | accidentally confessing their love

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (since its nearing the start of the 2025 season feel free to comment anyone you'd like me to add to my grid posts <3) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested or not) : your f1 driver friend confessing how they really feel for you!! <3

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff (suggestive if you squint during charles' part...) ୨ৎ : tws : slightly... suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 3372

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i just feel like this is so cute and wholesome idk something this i need this love

ʚ・max verstappen

the night had been loud.

a red bull team party, music blasting, people laughing, and max was absolutely wasted. you had never seen him like this before, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious. max, the four-time world champion, was currently leaning half his weight on you, grinning like an idiot while mumbling something under his breath.

"max, you need water," you said, struggling to keep him upright as he practically draped himself over you.

"neeeee," he slurred dramatically. "i need you."

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, you need me to call you a cab."

max groaned, tilting his head back. "no, you." his words came out jumbled, but there was something… weirdly sincere about them. his drunken blue eyes stared into yours as he said, "i love you."

you blinked. "what?"

"i love you," he repeated, much too casual for something that insane to say out loud.

you laughed, patting his shoulder. "oh, okay. and tomorrow morning, you’ll love a big headache, too."

max frowned, clearly frustrated that you weren’t taking him seriously. his grip on your arm tightened slightly. "no, no, i mean it. i love you."

"you’re drunk."

"yeah, but i still love you."

"go to sleep, max."

"i love you."

"uh-huh."

—

the next morning, max showed up at your door looking like death itself.

sunglasses on, hoodie up, hair a mess, and a red bull can in hand like it was some kind of magical cure. you let him in without a word, watching as he flopped onto your couch with a heavy groan.

"never letting checo mix my drinks again," he muttered.

you smirked. "you mean never letting yourself mix your drinks?"

max lifted a hand weakly. "details."

you sat next to him, poking his shoulder. "so, do you remember anything from last night?"

his face scrunched in thought. "uh… i remember dancing, i remember lando laughing at me, and i remember… uh…" his voice trailed off as his posture stiffened slightly.

you watched him carefully. "you remember what?"

max’s hand came up, rubbing the back of his neck. "i may have said something stupid."

you raised an eyebrow. "oh, you mean confessing your undying love for me? yeah, i’d say that qualifies as stupid."

he groaned, sinking lower into the couch. "shit."

you laughed. "so, do you want to take that back, or…?"

max sat up suddenly, pulling off his sunglasses so he could look you dead in the eyes.

"no," he said, completely serious.

your breath caught.

max shook his head. "i don’t want to take it back. i meant it."

you blinked, not expecting that. "max…"

"i love you," he repeated, but this time, there was no alcohol in his system, no slurred words, no hazy grin. just him, just max, staring at you like he had known this truth for a long time.

your stomach flipped.

"say something," he mumbled, clearly nervous.

you smiled, your heart pounding. "you really have the worst timing, you know that?"

max exhaled a small laugh. "tell me something i don’t know."

you rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"just tell me one thing," he said quietly. "do you love me back?"

you squeezed his hand. "i do."

max grinned, leaning his forehead against yours. "good."

ʚ・lewis hamilton

lewis was always grateful for you.

you had been there for everything, the highs, the lows, the chaotic last-minute travel plans, the quiet moments in between. being friends with lewis hamilton meant late-night phone calls when he couldn’t sleep, celebrating podiums like they were your own victories, and grounding him when the world became too much.

and lewis? he never took you for granted.

but it wasn’t until today that he realized why.

—

"you are an actual lifesaver," lewis said, flopping onto your couch with an exaggerated sigh.

you grinned, handing him a cup of tea before sitting down next to him. "all i did was fix your pr nightmare. you act like i just saved your championship season."

he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "no, because if i had to sit through one more meeting about my ‘social media strategy’ or listen to someone tell me how i should ‘connect with fans better,’ i was going to lose my mind. you handled that mess in, like, five minutes."

you smirked, sipping your own tea. "well, someone had to. you looked like you were about to crawl under the table and never come out."

lewis laughed, shaking his head. "not even joking, i considered it." he took a sip of tea, sighed happily, then looked over at you.

"i love you."

the words came out so easily, so naturally, that it didn’t even register at first.

you just smiled. "i know."

and for a moment, everything felt normal. because this was you and lewis. you had always been close. you had always been affectionate. saying "i love you" in moments like this wasn’t weird.

except this time, it was.

because suddenly, lewis stopped mid-sip, blinking like he had just realized what he said.

you felt it too.

the room got quieter, the air heavier. your heartbeat picked up, and when you looked at him, his expression had shifted…his usual effortless confidence replaced with something more uncertain.

"i mean, uh—" lewis started, clearing his throat. "you know, like… i love you in a friend way."

you raised an eyebrow. "do you?"

he opened his mouth, then closed it. "i… think so?"

you set your cup down, turning your body to face him fully. "because it sounded different this time."

lewis stared at you for a second, like he was replaying the last few moments in his head, analyzing them like a race strategy. then he exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"yeah," he admitted, voice softer now. "it was different, wasn’t it?"

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were sitting.

"do you want to take it back?" you asked.

he met your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "no."

your stomach flipped.

lewis shifted slightly, his knee brushing against yours. "you know i meant it, right?"

you nodded, barely breathing. "yeah."

he tilted his head, studying you like he was seeing you for the first time. "and?"

you bit your lip, your pulse racing. "and… i love you too."

lewis grinned, the kind of smile that could light up an entire room.

"that’s good," he said, voice warm, eyes soft. "because i really didn’t want to take it back."

ʚ・george russell

fighting with george russell was exhausting.

not because he yelled, he didn’t. not because he was mean, he wasn’t. but because george had this thing where he had to be logical, had to be rational, had to explain why he was right in a way that made you want to rip your hair out.

and right now? you were both standing in his kitchen, arguing over something so stupid that you weren’t even sure how it started.

"george, i swear to god, you are so stubborn!"

"me? i’m stubborn?" he gestured wildly. "you’re the one refusing to see reason!"

"you’re acting like you’ve never been wrong in your life!"

"because i’m not wrong about this!"

you groaned, throwing your hands up. "oh my god, you’re impossible!"

george scoffed, shaking his head. "you are impossible!"

the frustration was boiling over.

the tension in the room was thick.

and then, suddenly, george blurted out, "i love you, and you make me insane!"

you froze.

he froze.

the room went completely silent.

you blinked. "what?"

george exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "oh, for god's sake," he muttered, mostly to himself, before looking back at you. "i love you. and i don’t know why i decided right now was the perfect time to say it, but it’s true."

your heart was pounding. "you… love me?"

"yes," he huffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "you drive me crazy, you argue with me about the dumbest things, and you never let me have the last word—"

"because i’m right most of the time," you interrupted automatically.

george shot you a look. "see? this is what i mean."

you opened your mouth to argue again but stopped. because, holy shit, george russell just confessed his love for you.

and maybe you were still annoyed, and maybe you still thought he was wrong about whatever the hell you were fighting about, but none of that mattered anymore.

because you loved him too.

you swallowed. "well… for the record, i love you too."

george let out a breath, his whole body relaxing. "thank god."

and then, before you could say anything else, he closed the space between you, cupped your face, and kissed you, like he had been waiting to do it forever.

the argument? forgotten. the love? loud and clear.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos was always shamelessly flirty with you. the teasing, the winks, the ridiculous pick-up lines? flirting was practically his love language. and after years of friendship, you had gotten used to it.

mostly.

right now, he was watching you struggle with a jar of pasta sauce in his kitchen, leaning against the counter with that infuriating smirk of his.

"you need help, amor?"

you huffed, gripping the jar tighter. "i got it."

carlos snorted. "sure you do."

you shot him a glare before twisting the lid as hard as you could. nothing. the damn thing wouldn’t budge.

carlos reached for it. "come on, let me—"

you yanked it away. "no. i can do it."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "you are very stubborn."

carlos chuckled but didn’t argue. instead, he folded his arms and waited, watching you wrestle with the jar for another few seconds. finally, with an annoyed groan, you shoved it into his hands.

"fine. do it."

carlos grinned like he had just won a world championship, taking the jar with an exaggerated flourish. "watch and learn."

with one quick motion, he popped the lid off effortlessly and held it up like a trophy. "easy."

you narrowed your eyes at him. "i loosened it."

"of course you did," he said, eyes twinkling. "and you’re so lucky i love you, or i would let you struggle with every jar forever."

silence. the air in the kitchen shifted.

you stared at him, your brain short-circuiting. "what?"

carlos blinked. "huh?"

you took a step forward. "what did you just say?"

he hesitated, his confident expression faltering for the first time. "i said… you're lucky i—" he stopped, suddenly realizing what he had let slip.

your heart was racing now. "carlos."

he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "shit."

"you love me?" you asked, voice softer now.

carlos let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "i mean… yeah. kind of a lot, actually."

you just stood there, staring at him, completely thrown off by the way he was suddenly serious.

carlos sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "i was planning to say it differently. maybe over dinner, something romantic. not… after opening a damn jar."

a laugh bubbled up in your chest. "this is kind of perfect, though."

he raised an eyebrow. "you think so?"

you grinned, stepping closer. "yeah. because now, i get to say it back."

carlos's eyes flickered with something warm, something hopeful. "you do?"

you nodded. "yeah."

before you could say anything else, he pulled you in, his hands resting on your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours. "you are still very lucky, amor," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "yeah? and why’s that?"

carlos smirked before kissing you, slow and sweet.

"because now, i get to love you forever."

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles didn’t get mad.

not really. not in the way that others did. he wasn’t the type to yell, to throw things, to let his emotions get the best of him. he carried stress in his shoulders, in the tight clench of his jaw, in the way his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh.

but right now? right now, he was livid. and it was because of you.

"can you stop being so damn reckless for one second?" charles snapped, pacing the length of your apartment like he was trying to burn off the anger simmering beneath his skin.

you huffed, crossing your arms. "i wasn’t being reckless."

"you could have been hurt!" his voice cracked slightly, and that’s when you realized this was more than just frustration.

you sighed. "charles, i—"

"do you even care what happens to you?" he interrupted, his voice rising in a way you rarely ever heard from him. his hands curled into fists at his sides, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

you furrowed your brows. "of course, i do! but i had it under control—"

"no, you didn’t!"

the words were sharp, cutting through the tense air between you. charles never yelled. he never raised his voice at you. but tonight, something was different.

you took a step closer. "why are you so upset?"

charles let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "are you serious?" he turned toward you fully now, eyes burning with something raw, something you didn’t quite understand yet.

and then, all at once, he snapped.

"i care about you, can't you see that i love you?!"

the words hung between you, heavy and unshakable.

your breath caught, your heart slamming against your ribs as charles stood there, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling like he had just run a race.

slowly, the realization of what he had just said seemed to settle in. his expression shifted, frustration fading into something more vulnerable, something exposed.

he swallowed hard. "merde," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "i—"

"you love me?" you whispered, voice barely above a breath.

charles exhaled, his entire body deflating. "yes." there was no hesitation, no backtracking. just the truth. "i do."

silence stretched between you, thick and charged, the weight of his confession pressing into the space like a live wire.

your lips parted, but no words came out. because what could you even say to that?

charles ran a hand over his face. "i know i shouldn't have said it like that. i know this isn't the right moment, but damn it, i can't just sit here and watch you act like nothing matters, like you don’t matter."

your throat tightened, and suddenly, you weren’t thinking about the argument anymore. you weren’t thinking about the reckless thing you had done, the stress that had led to this moment.

you were thinking about him.

the way his hands were still clenched at his sides, like he was holding himself back. the way his eyes darkened as they flickered down to your lips for just a second, just long enough for heat to pool in your stomach.

"say something," he murmured, his voice lower now, softer, but no less intense.

you swallowed hard. "i—i didn’t know you felt that way."

charles took a step closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between you. "you do now."

your breath hitched. "and what happens now?"

his gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering this time. "that depends," he murmured, "are you going to let me show you how much i mean it?"

the air was thick, charged with something electric, something inevitable.

you barely had time to nod before his lips crashed against yours, urgent and desperate, like he had been holding this in for years.

and maybe, just maybe…he had.

ʚ・lando norris

being best friends with lando norris meant you were used to his nonsense.

you were used to his chaotic energy, his terrible dad jokes, his ability to trip over literally nothing, and the way he could never sit still for more than two minutes. you were used to the weird stares he gave you when he was deep in thought, and you were definitely used to the way he sometimes just blurted out whatever was on his mind with zero warning.

but this? this was new.

you were sitting across from him in his living room, scrolling through your phone while he aimlessly clicked through the tv, trying to find something to watch. it was quiet, comfortable, and perfectly normal.

until lando, completely unprompted, stared at you and blurted out, "i love you."

your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. "what?"

lando blinked, eyes wide, as if he had only just processed what had come out of his own mouth.

"oh. uh." he cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "i said… i love glue?"

you squinted. "lando."

he coughed, looking absolutely panicked now. "i meant… i love zoo. the zoo. love the zoo. animals are great."

you deadpanned. "lando."

"i love you." he sighed in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "okay, yeah, that’s what i said."

you stared at him, half amused, half trying to figure out if he was messing with you. "you just…randomly decided to say that?"

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "i didn’t mean to say it! i was just looking at you and thinking about it and then…boom. my brain short-circuited and now i want to throw myself into the ocean."

you bit your lip, watching the way he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, the tips of his ears turning red.

it was kind of adorable.

"so," you said, leaning back. "you love me?"

lando shot you a half-hearted glare. "yeah, obviously."

you smirked. "you love me."

he groaned again, throwing his head back against the couch. "are you seriously going to make me suffer right now?"

"yes," you said immediately, grinning. "because this is hilarious."

lando grumbled something under his breath, still refusing to look at you.

you scooted closer, nudging his leg with your foot. "hey."

he peeked at you through his fingers. "what?"

you smiled, softer this time. "i love you too."

his hand dropped from his face as his eyes flickered to yours. "wait. you do?"

you laughed. "obviously."

the relief that washed over him was instant. his whole body relaxed, and that familiar, cheeky grin of his came back full force.

"good," he said, reaching over to pull you into a dramatic hug. "because that would've been really awkward if you didn't."

you snorted. "lando, it was already awkward."

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar was a quiet kind of chaotic.

sure, he wasn’t as loud as some of the other drivers, but he had his moments…usually when he was sleep-deprived, caught off guard, or in this case, accidentally confessing his feelings through text.

it happened late at night, when you were already in bed, casually texting him like you always did. the conversation was nothing special, just something about the race next weekend, a stupid meme he sent, and your usual back-and-forth teasing.

and then, out of nowhere, a new message popped up from oscar.

oscar: yeah okay but i love you though

your heart stopped.

you blinked at the screen, reading the message once, twice, three times, just to make sure your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you.

before you could even process it, the familiar typing… bubble appeared.

then disappeared.

then came back.

then disappeared again.

you could feel his panic through the screen.

finally, another text came through.

oscar: wait no oscar: i didn’t mean to send that oscar: ok i mean i did but not like this oscar: i am going to jump into traffic

you bit your lip, torn between laughing at his very obvious meltdown and screaming because holy shit, oscar just told you he loves you.

before he could actually throw himself into oncoming traffic, you typed back.

you: so you love me, huh?

the typing bubble appeared. stopped. appeared again.

then:

oscar: erm. yeah?

you grinned, your heart flipping as you typed back.

you: good. because i love you too.

the typing bubble stayed still for a long time. then:

oscar: okay i take it back, this was the perfect way to say it.

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[choco-bites]

Thinking of aYandere!Popular boy with a Creep!Fem!Reader

Part two: here

notes: english is not my first language, if this contains errors, please let me know. warnings: mentions of dead animals, reader is also a yandere?, mentions wanting to cut someone, stalking, non-con photographs. idk if I miss anything, let me know too.

Yandere!popular boy known for being the richest in the school, yet despite that, he offers a kind smile to everyone. Wherever he goes, he is greeted and invited to all the parties. If you want to boost your popularity level, just a minimal interaction with him is enough. His great size and strength make him ideal for the school’s football team.

Creep!reader surrounded by rumors. who has been seen collecting dead animals for an anatomy research in biology and a serious face what seems strange to everyone; remains unfazed—except when, with an old digital camera and a strange smile, takes pictures of her deceased pets. Others move away when she sits at their table during lunch, excluded from group projects, and make she the target of ridicule. Yet, maintains an unshakable façade of seriousness.

Creep!reader who notices him first. Accidentally walked past the playing field during practice and stared at each student on the team. When saw the brute strength with which Yandere!Popular played, swore her heart stopped for a moment. Now, had a new reason for her lips to curve into a smile.

Started to spent her free time researching him, taking photographs, drawing him, writing about him, and imagining what it would be like to break someone so radiant down into nothing but a puddle of tears and misery.

Yandere!Popular who one day caught you stalking him, taking pictures while he walked home, decided to let you be. Soon, he would find out why you was watching him so closely.

The next day, Yandere!Popular sneaked into your classroom to snoop through your belongings, eventually finding your diary. He flipped through the pages, finding nothing truly interesting—until he came across a drawing of himself alongside several written passages.

"I wish I could get closer to him. I wish I could grab his strong arms and open them up. I wish I could see his beautiful lips twist in pain. I just wish I could have him."

Yandere!Popular heart ignited in a way he could not bear. He had never felt so flattered before. He shut the notebook and tucked it away desperately before rushing to the bathroom.

Locked in a stall, he read and reread the diary, a foolish smile adorning his now deeply flushed face, feeling as if he might cry from sheer emotion. No one had ever taken such an interest in him before. Sure, he was popular and all, but no one ever looked beyond that. But you—

You didn’t just stalk him to get to know him better. You wanted him so much that you wrote about him, drew him so majestically, and, most of all, desired him only for yourself.

Yandere!Popular decided to give you exactly what you wanted. After finding out your address, he skipped school that day to sneak into your room, only to discover that you had his photos plastered all over your wall. His heaving chest could hardly take it.

You were made to worship him.

You entered your room after a few hours, only to find the boy you had recently obsessed over sitting on your bed, sniffing your pillows. You weren’t entirely surprised—you had already noticed your beloved diary was missing and suspected he had caught you in the act of taking pictures of him.

A choked gasp escaped him at the sight of you, and you stepped closer, grabbing his cheeks with one hand, forcing his gaze to meet yours.

The only thing he could manage to say was a sweet:

"Make me yours, please."

[slutzforbueckers]

obsessed with it

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: oral(r receiving); scissoring; p cumming in her boxers; masturbation(p); overstimulation

♡— synopsis: paige is obsessed with your piercing… and eating you out.

♡— a/n: hopefully it’s not obvious that i lost motivation mid fic 😔 also idk why i couldn’t answer the ask normally so this is for you: @ellehoops

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“please? you don’t even have to do anything, just lay there.” paige pleaded. she was straddling your lap, her hands planted firmly on your chest. she had this look of need and desperation in her eyes, her bottom lip pink and plump from where she had been chewing on it earlier. “i just wanna see it.”

you laughed because there was no just looking with her, you let her down there and she wasn’t coming up until you came at least twice. “just wanna look, huh?”

“mhm. just wanna look.” she nodded. she tried to be serious and convincing but the smirk that tugged at her lips let you know otherwise. you rolled your eyes and leaned back against the pillows, spreading your legs underneath her. she gave you that same smile she always did right before she tried to ruin you, and moved down your body.

paige’s hands ran under your tank top, her fingertips ghosted over your skin leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. she kissed down your stomach, open-mouthed kisses that had your lips and thighs parting. paige always knew just how to get you worked up, knew just how to kiss and touch to make you melt into her hands like putty. it was her specialty, really.

you lifted your hips when her fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts. she pulled your panties and shorts off all at once and tossed them behind her head. you lifted yourself up onto your elbows as she situated herself between your thighs.

“fuck,” she whispered, her eyes flickered up to yours for a brief moment before her attention was drawn back to the little piece of metal glistening through your clit. paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands starting to gently caress your inner thighs. she stared for a few more seconds before she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your clit.

“that’s not just looking.” you raised a brow and tilted your head. paige smiled and shrugged her shoulders, mumbling something about a closer look before she went back in—her tongue running a broad stripe up through your folds.

once she got that look in her eyes there was no breaking her from it. you ran your fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face so you could have a clear view of her. her tongue slides over your clit in long, firm strokes, circling the ring, tugging it lightly with her lips, and your head falls back.

paige wrapped her arms around your thighs and she uses her thumbs to part your lips, sucking your clit into her mouth in a way that had a moan ripping from your throat. paige moaned at your moan, her legs shifting, thighs pressing together.

“fuck paige—“ you gasped when she pressed her fingers into your cunt, your brows pulling together. as her fingers moved, her tongue flicked over the jewelry. paige loved the way it felt on her tongue, she had been obsessed with it ever since you came home that day—even more when she was finally able to touch.

you fell back against the pillows with a loud moan, your fingers tightening in her hair. you couldn’t breathe, not when her mouth worked at your cunt like she was trying to devour you, like every twitch, every gasp, every desperate moan she could pull from you was her oxygen. her fingers curled inside i you just right, finding that spot that made your back arch with a high moan.

paige looked up at you, her eyes watching every single twitch. her thighs were pressed impressively tight together but it still wasn’t enough to dull the ache between her thighs. her boxers were soaked by now, her arousal clinging to the fabric like a bridge. she whimpered into you, the sound vibrating through her tongue and sending a tingle straight through your spine.

she shifting again, this time sliding a hand between her and the bed. she lifted her hips slightly to get a good angle, then pressed her fingers against her clothed clit. she let out a hum of relief as she started to circle it.

“taste so fucking good,” she whimpered, her fingers never slowing in you or on herself. your fingers tightened in her hair—tugging her closer if that was even possible—and you were beyond gone. the feeling of her tongue dragging along your clit, her fingers curling, and her own moans vibrating through you was pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“feels so good, baby—shit—gonna make me cum.” you cried out, legs threatening to close around her head. paige’s hips were moving now, grinding into her own fingers as best as she could. her eyes fluttered shut, her brows drawing together, her tongue never relenting. paige moaned into you again and you looked down at her, a surprised whimper leaving you when you noticed where her free hand was. “oh my god,” you breathed.

her mouth working faster, her fingers inside you getting rougher. the sound of it—wet and filthy and perfect—had your whole body tensing up, your stomach tightening. paige's hips twitched as she rubbed her clit faster, harder—pushing herself off the edge. she came with a sharp moan against your clit, boxers soaked and clinging to her skin, and still her mouth never left you.

“don’t stop, paige. fuck, please don’t stop—” your voice cracked as your orgasm slammed into you. your thighs trembled around her head, your back arching off the bed, a loud cry ripping from your chest. paige held you through it, licking you through every wave, not giving you a second to breathe.

paige didn’t stop—not even when your legs tried to clamp shut around her, not when your hips jerked with overstimulation, not when your moans turned to broken whimpers.

“too much—fuck, baby, too much—” you gasped, trying to pull away, your fingers tangled tight in her hair, half pulling her in and half pushing her back. but paige only whined into you, her eyes lust-filled and locked on your face, and it made your walls clench again.

"give me one more, baby. please, i know you can." she dragged her tongue through your folds, letting her lips press gentle kisses over your clit before sucking it hard again. her mouth was soaked, her chin slick and shining, and she looked wrecked—even though you haven't really touched her.

you cried out again, your hips jerking up into her mouth as another orgasm started to build—hot and fast. her free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open for her as she pushed two fingers back into you, curling them deep and firm.

“fuck, paige—fuck, you’re gonna—” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence. it crashed into you, harder than the first, your body convulsing under her mouth. your thighs trembled and squeezed her head, and paige moaned like it turned her on even more—because it did.

your chest was heaving when she finally came up. her lips were swollen and glistening, her chin slick, and her pupils blown wide. she hovered over you, her head dipped down as she brushed her lips over yours. "i need to feel it."

paige didn't need to say anything else—you were already moving your hand down her body, fingers hooking into her boxers. paige helped, sliding them down with a laughable urgency and tossing them somewhere onto the floor as she climbed back over you.

she straddled your thigh, her own slick center dragging along your skin as she positioned herself on your cunt—a low moan falling from her lips when her clit caught yours. your hands found her hips as she pulled her sweater off and tossed it to the side.

you ran your hands up her sides and she leaned in, bracing herself with her fist beside your head, and brushed her nose against yours. your breath mingled with hers, heavy and impatient, as she slowly rolled her hips forward. everything was gentle at first—the rock of her hips, the soft gasps every time her clit bumped yours, the way she tilted her head enough to plant her lips on yours—and as she fell into a good rhythm she started to speed up.

"oh my god—feels so good, p." you whined, hips jerking up to meet hers. paige bit her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, her brows furrowed in pleasure. you could feel her dripping onto you, could hear it too—that slick, messy sound of your cunts echoing through the room.

paige lifted herself up, pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies. her eyes were locked on your piercing, glistening with her slick, and it made a long, drawn out moan fall from her lips. "so fucking pretty."

your hands planted on her ass, fingers pressing into her flesh as you started to pull her against you, making her grind down harder. you could feel that familiar coil in your stomach. your fingers tightened on her ass, hips rocking up helplessly as paige ground down harder, her clit slipping against yours in wet, perfect friction.

"shit—m'gonna cum, don't stop, don't stop—" you cried out, your back arching as you pushed your hips into hers. paige brought a hand down between your bodies and spread you open, shifting her hips to get a better angle, and she did. your orgasm hit you in a white-hot mess, your thighs twitched as they clamped around her, mouth falling open with a string of whimpers and whines.

“oh fuck,” paige gasped, voice high and shaky. “fucking soaking me, baby—”

“fuck—i’m gonna cum—i’m gonna—” she choked on the rest of it as her orgasm slammed into her. her hips locked, cunt pulsing against yours, so wet and hot it had you moaning too, clenching around nothing. her head dropped forward onto your shoulder as she rode it out, dragging her clit against you again and again even as her thighs twitched uncontrollably.

paige’s breath was ragged, warm puffs against your shoulder as she tried to come down. her fingers curled against the sheets beside your head, legs still wrapped tight around your thigh. you let out a quiet laugh and turned your head, kissing her temple gently as you pushed at her hips, the sticky feeling between your legs starting to get uncomfortable. paige rolled off of you with a huff but slung her arm and leg over your body.

"i don't think i'm ever gonna get over that piercing."

"i can tell." you both laughed—quiet and warm, tangled in each other, the room smelling like sex and skin and sweat. paige nuzzled into your neck and you let your fingers stroke slowly up and down her spine.