#what happens on tour stays on tour tho

[sanchoyo]

i start that new job tomorrow 😶 ...

[f1tales]

now he's thinking about me, every night - mv1

that's that me espresso || part one

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pairing: max verstappen x ofc!piastri

summary: oscar's older sister is a singer, who's taylor swift's opening act for the eras tour. she goes to a few races on her break. she meets max; who thinks about her every night now. much to oscar's annoyance.

author's note: this is my first time posting on tumblr, so still figuring stuff out. no use of y/n.

face claim: sabrina carpenter

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oscarpiastri: Got to see my sister perform in our hometown in front of 96,000 people over the weekend. So proud of you!

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ivypiastri: thank you thank you thank you for coming!! ily 🩷

formuladr: that's oscar's sister?!

landonorris: an introduction is overdue, mate!

oscarpiastri: not a chance.

ivypiastri: oscar, you should totally introduce me to lando!!

oscarpiastri: like i said, not a chance

ivysgarden: omg oscar what did you think of the nonsense outro?

oscarpiastri: she's done worse tbh, glad she kept it somewhat pg. didn't need to know the size was underwhelming, tho

ivypiastri: omg oscar! 😐

ivypiastri_fan: is anyone else noticing max in the likes cause like...

ivysgarden: he's literally on the grid with max, it's not that deep

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ivypiastri: melbourne 🩷 thank you, thank you, thank you. this was by far the most incredible experience of my life. thank you so much to @/taylorswift for making this happen, ilysm. i will never forget this. 🩷🩷

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ivypiastriy_style: ivyyyyyy you killed it! ❤❤❤

piastrisupremacy: uhhh max verstappen in the likes?

oscpastry81: i know he's on the grid with oscar, but like??? i'm sure him and ivy have never met...

oscarpiastri: you were amazing! making melbourne proud.

ivysgarden: omg our girl is so happy, look at that first picture! 💖

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hattiepiastri: i wish you could've seen oscar during the nonsense outro. highlight of the night. ily 💘

formulaop81: don't be shy, drop the video

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landonorris: the coolest piastri for real

oscarpiastri: ouch?

ivypiastri: hihi thank you 🤭

ln1999: lando flirting with ivy on main?

Oscar groaned from where he was sitting next to his sister. She giggled as she typed away on her phone. He gave her his deadliest glare.

"Please stop flirting with Lando."

Ivy looked up from her phone. She locked in and then put in down in the seat next to her. "I can do whatever I want." Her phone made a beeping noise again, indicating another message coming through.

"Vee, seriously."

Ivy ignored him as she opened her phone again. She could barely contain her laughter as she watched the video on her phone. Hattie had just sent her the video she took of Oscar during the outro she did for her song Nonsense.

It's a thing she started on her previous tour. She usually tried to make them as dirty as possible, but with her family in the crowd the other night she tried to keep it as PG as possible.

Look, she tried okay?

Oscar appeared very uncomfortable throughout the whole video. The outro wasn't too bad, in Ivy's opinion: broke up cause the size was underwhelming. Tried to give him pointers, wasn't helping. Maybe I just need a boy from Melbourne.

"Delete that."

"Introduce me to Lando."

"No."

Melbourne, March 23rd 2024

Ivy grinned as she entered the paddock alongside Lily and her mum. Oscar had instructed her to stay far, far away from any of the drivers.

She followed her mother towards the McLaren hospitality. Her mother seemed to be some kind of local celebrity here as she was greeted by the many people in orange- sorry papaya, shirts.

They soon found her sisters Hattie, Edie and Mae sat in a corner with their step-father, Chris. She greeted them all with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

Ivy settled next to Hattie as she looked around the hospitality. She opened her phone to scroll through Instagram to kill some time whilst she waited for Oscar to come and say hello.

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op81updates: @/ivypiastri has been spotted entering the paddock for the first ever at Oscar's home GP. She arrived alongside Nicole and Lily.

She's currently on a break from touring. She will return to The Eras Tour for the London shows in June and August.

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ivysgarden: so do we think she's finally been introduced to lando?

oscarspastry: uhhh max in the likes again? hello???

oscpastry81: it's getting low key suspicious 🤨

oscarspastry: on a different note, love your username 😜

verstappennation: aaaaaah f1 and ivy piastri! my two worlds colliding

Ivy and Hattie giggled as they read through the many comments underneath the post on Instagram that informed the world of Ivy's F1 Paddock debut.

Oscar joined his family soon after. Ivy smiled at the man standing next to him. Dark, curly hair; tanned skin and a boyish grin on his lips. This could only be Lando Norris. Oscar made the introductions between the F1 driver and the singer.

"I love your album, it's on in the garage a lot to annoy good ol' Osc over here."

Ivy grinned as she looked at the flustered expression on her brother's face. Lando quickly put an arm around Ivy's shoulder and pulled her in close. "Maybe your next album could include a couple of songs about me."

"Right," Oscar clapped his hand as he broke the laughing duo up. "That's enough."

Ivy and Lando looked at each other, both of their faces red with laughter.

Melbourne, March 24rd 2024

Ivy walked around the paddock on the Sunday after the race. Her family had gone back to the McLaren hosiptality to wait for Oscar to come back from his post race interviews. She opted to have a look around. She hadn't had the time yet.

He had just missed out on the podium. P4. Ivy was still immensly proud of him.

She stopped in her tracks to look around. She squinted her eyes, the orange papaya of McLaren catching her eye in the distance. As she turned around to walk back, she collided with something hard.

Someone. Someone's toned chest.

She looked up, "I'm sorry I-," her words got lost in mouth somewhere. Her green eyes were met with the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen.

"It's okay."

Ivy quickly took a step back. "I'm Ivy, O-,"

"Oscar's sister. I know, I like your music." The man shook her hand. "Max. Nice to meet you."

part two coming soon.

[litomilo]

I LOST THE REQUEST LOL but ty babyyy

btw it might take me a while to post the other requests cuz i just i have a terrible allergy in MY EYES, it's really itchy, so i'm avoiding being on my cell phone or any type of screen, sorry

billie eilish x fem!reader 🧷

billie is on tour for a few months, unfortunately you couldn't be with her at all the shows that happened until then, but you took this week to accompany her and to be honest, what a week. you could feel how stressful and overwhelming it was being for your girlfriend, and it made you feel upset.

very specifically today a not very pleasant situation happened on stage, billie was sitting on the floor performing 'what was i made for?' and someone just threw a necklace right on her face. later that night you notice that she was more she was more sensitive and irritable and almost immediately you knew what was happening.

"love?" you called out for her as you got out the bathroom and you came across her lying in bed under the covers, probably using her cell phone. the only response you get from her was a grumpy hum "what's up, huh?" you asked climbing on the bed and kneeling by your side "you good?".

billie sighed taking the blanket off her head and putting her cellphone aside, looking at you instead of the screen "just i'm a little stressed" she said clearly upset "wahha talk?" you asked stroking her hair. she remained silent for a while just feeling your soft touch, but then she started "y'know, the whole tour is stressful, even tho i try to make it something fun and enjoyable for me 'cause... that's my job and i want to work with something i like" she vented while you just stood there in silence listening to her and trying to comfort her with your touch "and i also don't know why, but the fan throwing the necklace right on my face tonight made me sensitive".

you tilted your head understanding the situation "well, that's sucks, i know... but hear me out, as stupid as it was, i'm sure whoever threw the necklace at you didn't mean to hurt you" you whispered kissing her forehead "i know, but it annoyed me" she muttered "i bet it did, i'm so sorry... can i do something to make you feel better?"

billie thought for a few seconds and then pulled you into her arms "maybe you could stay right here in my arms the whole night, huh?" you giggled at her speech and nodded against her chest, laying your head there "sounds nice, baby" she holds you tightly as you answer and kiss your hair "love you so much" you whisper "and i love you more".

[tikosblogg]

GET AWAY

Summary: you’re bad omens merch girl. You all decide to go on vacation, after tour. Your boyfriend is a real dick, and Noah tells you how he really feels.

Warnings: sexual content, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), a little violence, mentions of blood, cheating. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: not gonna lie, it was 3am and I was exhausted. I kind of rushed through the smut. This is not edited. I’m on vacation, and posting from my phone. So sorry it looks a little rough.

We finally walked into the lobby of the condo we were staying at for a very much needed vacation. Noah and the guys just finished an amazing tour, and they all decided to go to Miami Beach for the week. I became close with the guys after landing a job being their merch girl. “Everybody got their room keys?” Matt walked up with his suitcase, making sure we were good to go. Everyone gave their confirmations, as we headed towards the elevators. “I’m so excited for this week, we really needed this.” When I got no response, I turned towards my boyfriend of 1 year Justin. Nose deep in his phone, tapping away. “Hello?” I asked annoyed for the 100th time today. He finally looked up from his phone “hm? Oh yeah, for sure.” And down went his face again.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the guys with an excited smile. “So what do you guys have planned today??” They all turned towards me, giving me their full attention. Noah speaking up first. “I think me and the guys are gonna go buy some drinks, and sit on the beach. We had a long drive. Kind of just wanna chill for the rest of the evening” I nodded my head in agreement. It was kind of a rough drive, especially being packed in a van with 7 people.

“You guys wanna join us?” As I nodded my head yes, Justin quickly spoke up. “Nah man, thanks tho. We’re hitting up the bars tonight.” I looked up at just confused as hell. “Why do you wanna go to the bars? I thought we all came together to hangout TOGETHER?” AGAIN I was completely annoyed at his lack of consideration for me and my feelings. “Babe chill out. We literally have all week.” I quickly shut my mouth, and turned away before we got into an argument. I didn’t wanna argue with him, much less in front of the guys.

They all gave me an empathetic look, as the elevator doors finally opened. Everyone started piling in, Justin shoving in front of me with the rest of them. The elevator being at full capacity. I looked at Justin in pure bewilderment. “Seriously?” He turned towards me, and laughed. “We’ll see ya at the top! We’re all going to the same place.” Not only was I completely humiliated, but I was shocked.

Mine and Justin’s relationship was far from perfect. I just don’t understand what happened. We used to be so happy together. He used to be the best boyfriend. Then a couple weeks ago, he started acting different. He looked towards the rest of the guys, expecting them to laugh with him. As the doors started closing, a hand stopped them last second. “I’ll wait with you.” Noah grabbed his suitcase, rolling out and standing with me. The guys all gave him look, before the doors finally closed, sending them on their way up.

“Well that was a dick move.” Noah was the first to speak between us, as we waited for the next elevator. Me and Noah used to be really close friends. Best friends even. I befriended him, before the rest of the guys. He’s the reason I met Justin. I spent months, and months hung up over Noah, just waiting for any kind of sign that maybe he felt the same way. Eventually I had to move on, and Justin happened to be the one I moved on to. He was really attractive, and really sweet. We got along great, and had a lot in common.

My feelings never matched the same intensity as they did for Noah, but I was hoping the more time I spent with Justin, the feelings for Noah would eventually go away... but they haven’t. I just have to keep pushing them further and further down. I’m not sure why, but ever since Justin and I became a couple, Noah became distant. We don’t hangout anymore unless it’s with the rest of the guys. We don’t text as much, unless it’s about work. I guess that’s why it’s so awkward right now that we’re alone.

“Yeah it’s just been a long day for all of us.”

Why am I taking up for my asshole boyfriend’s shitty behavior? Not sure. We didn’t speak anymore, and continued awkwardly waiting on the doors to open. After the short ride up to our floor, we split separate ways to our rooms. “Thanks by the way….for waiting for me.” Noah turned towards me with a small smile on his face. “Always.” I felt my heart skip, as he turned back around, headed for his room at the other end of the hall. I let out a sigh walking towards our room dragging my luggage behind me.

I tried opening the door but it was locked. I banged on it a couple times, waiting for Justin to open it. Finally after a minute or two, the door swung open. “Hey. Took you long enough.” I scoffed, pushing past him, into our bedroom, slinging my suitcase against the bed. “You left me!” He huffed closing the door, before walking towards me. “Noah was literally with you y/n calm down.” He rolled his eyes, plopping onto the bed.

“Yeah because YOU my BOYFRIEND didn’t! What if he didn’t wait with me??” I was getting angrier by the second. His lack of care for my wellbeing really hurt. Yeah I might be acting a tad bit dramatic but still. It’s the principle of it. “My god babe! Then you would have came up by yourself! Now come on get ready.” I gave up. I knew arguing with him was pointless. I don’t even know why I bother.

Opening my suitcase, I grabbed an outfit and my makeup bag. I went straight to the bathroom to get ready, getting drunk and letting loose sounds like a great idea.

(Two days later)

I woke up to the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut, and the shower running. Groaning into my pillow, I finally sat up grabbing my phone to check the time. 7am. Why the fuck is he up at 7am? He never wakes up at this time, much less before I even do. The sound of buzzing, pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Justin’s side of the bed where his phone lay. I picked it up to answer, and let whoever was calling know that he would call them back later, until I saw the caller ID. “A” before I could answer, the call ended. I went to unlock his phone, when a text popped up on the screen.

“Hey I’m here. Can’t wait to see you ❤️”

I felt my heart fall to my ass. No way. He’s cheating on me? With who?!? I quickly opened his text threads, seeing the the same contact a few scrolls down. There it was. All the proof I needed, to confirm it. He was in fact cheating on me. Flirty texts, a bunch of pictures sent back and forth. I felt like throwing up. The bathroom door swung open, and Justin walked out towel drying his hair.

“I’m going into town for-“ he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me like he saw a ghost. “Who the fuck is A?” We sat there silently, just staring at each other. “Just a friend babe, don’t start acting crazy” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Just a friend huh? Okay.” I threw his phone back at him, climbing out of bed. I grabbed my phone, and some clothes headed straight to the shower. I quickly sent a text in the bands group chat that they added me in a while back, Asking if they wanted to hang out today. I hit send, stripping off my clothes hopping into the shower.

I met the guys at some seafood place, to grab some food before we hung out on the beach. “So where is Justin?” Folio asked, digging into his crab legs. My smile instantly disappeared, thinking back to this morning. We haven’t spoken since then. I’m too humiliated to tell them, and I don’t want to ruin everyone’s trip because of my relationship issues.

I smiled, coming up with a quick lie. Well sort of a lie. “Oh he’s uh meeting up with a friend, he said he’ll catch up with us later.” They all nodded, and continued eating starting up another conversation. I let out a small sigh of relief, at the attention not being on me anymore. When I looked over, Noah was staring at me with a look I couldn’t quite read. I sent him a smile, that he then returned.

After we were all finished, and stuffed full we headed to the beach. I sat in my beach chair tanning while the boys ran through the water and threw a football around. The sound of footsteps met my ears, until they stopped right beside me. I lifted my head, looking over at Noah. He was soaking wet, from being in the ocean. He looked beaut- stop it y/n. He grabbed his towel, drying his hair and body before sitting down beside me.

“What’s going on y/n?” I laid my head back down, still smiling at him. “Just tanning. What abou-“ he quickly cut me off, shaking his head. “ no I mean what’s going on? I think you forget babe…I know you. I can tell something is bothering you.” Thank god I was wearing sunglasses. I could feel the stupid tears welling up in my eyes, along with the butterflies erupting in my stomach. He always used to call me that. I assumed he stopped out of respect for Justin…but I missed it. I didn’t want to lie to him, but again, I couldn’t ruin this trip. They worked so hard, and they deserve it. So I decided to tell him half of the truth.

“It’s nothing Noah, I promise. Me Justin just had a little argument this morning. Everything is okay now though. No need to worry about it.” I gave him the most convincing smile I could muster, and he just nodded his head thankfully ending the conversation. It was now getting dark, so we all packed up our things and headed to our rooms. Exiting the elevator, I gave each of the guys a hug. When I got to Noah, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. I squeezed back, not wanting to let go.

When we finally released each other, I said one more goodbye to them headed to my room.

Noah pov

After we said bye to y/n me and the guys all hung out in our condo. I spoke up, interrupting the guys conversation. “Something’s going on with y/n but she won’t tell me.” They all looked at me, nick talking first. “Yeah we could tell. Just didn’t wanna pry.” I nodded in agreement. I knew she wasn’t being honest down at the beach, but I didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable. “Probably her dick head of a boyfriend pissing her off.” Jolly sighed, flopping onto the couch behind me.

Justin. The asshole who stole the women of my fucking dreams. I don’t care how cliche it sounds. It’s true. I’ve been in love with her for two years now. Justin was my friend, or so I thought. I mistakenly told him about my feelings for y/n. I told him everything. How I was planning on telling her how I felt. When I was gonna do it and where. Then all of sudden, he walks in the next day arm around her. flaunting her, right in my face.

I was devastated, but I acted happy for y/n. If he was who made her happy, I had to accept that. But Seeing how he treated her a few days ago when we got here, made me think differently. He ignored her the whole way here, and then was gonna leave her in the lobby. The hurt look on her face, made me rage. I’ve never wanted to beat the fuck out of someone so bad before.

I could feel my anger rising just thinking about it. I need to calm down, and quick before I go beat his ass right now. “You gonna come drink with us Noah?” Folio asked, as they all gathered their things, but I declined. “I think I’m gonna go take a walk. I’ll be back later.” They all nodded and went back to their conversation, as I headed down to the beach.

Y/n pov

After I got back to my room, I threw my stuff in the corner sat down on the living room couch. I let out a frustrated groan, shoving my face in my hands. I don’t know what to do. Obviously the right decision would be to dump his sorry ass. I’m just scared. Other than all the shitty things. What me and Justin have is good. It’s…comfortable. Justin is also Noah’s friend. If I leave him, who’s to say Noah doesn’t take Justin’s side? Then I’ll lose my boyfriend… and most importantly… Noah.

Just the thought of losing Noah shatters my heart completely. The door suddenly opened, Justin waltzing in with a smug smile on his face. “Hey babe.” I rolled my eyes, standing from the couch. I grabbed my phone, and slipped my shoes back on headed towards the door. “where are you going?” I stopped before opening it, turning back towards him. anger filling my entire body. “I need space Justin. I really don’t want to talk to you right now.”

He scoffed rolling his eyes. “You’re seriously pissed off that I have friends!? get the fuck over yourself!” He really knows how to get under my skin. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know friends flirted with each other and sent pictures back and forth.” He threw his stuff onto the bed shaking his head. “I just need space Justin. I need to think.” He didn’t bother looking at me, as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Whatever y/n.”

I took that as my cue to leave, and walked out of the room slamming the door behind me. I can’t believe him. I have done everything for him. I have put my all into this relationship, and he couldn’t give a fuck less. I walked down to the beach, to relax and just think. I love the beach at night. Nobody is usually down here at this time, and the sound of the waves are so peaceful at night.

I sat down on one of the wooden lounge chairs, and finally let out the tears I’ve been holding in all day. I sobbed until my throat felt raw. After a little while I calmed down, but silent tears continued to fall. If I leave Justin, I might just lose everyone. I can’t let that happen. Where did it go wrong? Can we even come back from this? Maybe we could try couples therapy… that’s a thing right?

“Didn’t expect to see you down here.” I jumped at the sudden voice breaking the peaceful silence. I quickly wiped the tears off my face, smiling up at Noah. He was smiling until he saw my puffy face. He sat down beside me, throwing his arm over my shoulder pulling me into his side. “Hey..what’s wrong babe?” There he goes with that damn name again.

I shake my head, ready to brush it off again until he grabs the side of my face turning it towards his. We were so close. If I moved just an inch closer our noses would brush. “You know it’s really hurting my feelings that you keep lying to me y/n. I know something is going on. Tell me.” I couldn’t control it anymore. A sob broke free again, and Noah held me tighter to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair until I finally calmed back down.

“He’s cheating on me” I finally confessed. This is it. I’m about to lose the one person that I care about most. I felt his body go stiff, but not a word was said. I could feel his heart pounding fast against my cheek. I decided to break the silence, I couldnt stand it. “I just.. I don’t know what to do. We were doing so good. Then it all just..went to shit..we kept fighting. I was hoping it was just phase, but I was wrong.” I sniffed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He was pissed. Seething.

I was so scared of what he was going to say. Would he be mad that I was accusing his friend of such a thing? His voice interrupted my thoughts. “You don’t deserve that y/n. He doesn’t deserve you.” I was speechless for a minute. He’s choosing my side? He’s been friends with Justin way longer than he has even known me. I could feel my anxiety slowly dissipating.

We finally disconnected from each other, but stayed close. Our shoulders pressing together. “I guess I’m just scared. I haven’t been alone in so long…I just..I know it sounds pathetic. He used to make me feel so loved. When it was good, it was good. I was able to look past all the bad. I’m scared to start over. What if I don’t find someone who loves me like he did at one point?” Noah listened intently to every word.

“You’re not pathetic y/n. It’s normal to feel the way you do, but please listen to me when I say you don’t deserve it. You deserve every fucking good thing in this god forsaken world, and he is a fucking idiot.” My heart was beating out of my chest at every word that came out of his mouth. He is making it so hard not to fall deeper in love with him.

Love. Did I really just say that? Yes I did. Because I do, and I’m tired of fighting it. “You know I used to be so confident. I was always putting myself out there. Wasn’t afraid to make the first move. I was outgoing, and fun. I let him ruin me, how could someone love a person so fucked up.” The tears started falling again, as I harshly wiped them away.

“I do. You’re not fucked up. You’re hurt. I’m sure right now isnt the best time to say this, but fuck it. I’m tired of keeping it to myself. I love you. I have fucking loved you for two years now.” I was frozen in shock. I can’t believe what my ears are hearing right now. I feel like this is a dream, and I’m about to wake up any minute. We stared at each other, until I finally found my words. “Noah ..are you serious?”

He nodded his head, as we just stared at each other. “Yeah…and Justin knew that too.” Justin knew?? What is he talking about? “What do you mean?” I was in disbelief at what I was hearing right now.

“Well Justin was my best friend…..since we were kids. I trusted him. I told him about the feelings I had for you. Told him about how I was gonna ask you out and everything.” he looked away, looking at the ground.

I stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish. “Then the next day, he walks into the house…with you. Hand in hand.” I clenched my hand to my chest. My heart physically hurt. I can’t believe it. I could have had Noah, I almost had Noah….but I said yes to Justin. Of course I didn’t know at the time, but still. It hurts just as bad. “Noah…why..why didn’t you say anything?” He let out a small tired laugh.

“You seemed happy…that’s all that mattered. All I wanted..I didn’t wanna ruin that for you.” He said softly, finally looking at me again. My tears finally slowed down, and I softly grabbed his hand resting on his thigh. “Noah…if I would’ve known…” I was at a loss of words. This is my chance. I had to tell him the feelings were mutual. “I felt the same way…I do feel the same way. I thought you didn’t see me like that.. that’s why I said yes to him.”

Noah chuckled, rubbing his hand down his face. “Guess we both fucked up huh?” We both let out quiet laughs. We kept eye contact, but said nothing. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in. When our lips finally touched, my whole body melted into the kiss. His hand moved from under mine, to my cheek. Before we could deepen it any further, a loud voice interrupted us. “OH SO THIS IS WHERE YOU WENT? TO FUCK MY BESTFRIEND?”

We jumped apart, both quickly shooting up from our seats. Justin. Fuck. He was walking fast down the beach from the condos we were staying in. I quickly jumped over the chair to him. “Justin wait! It’s-“ he got in my face, before shoving me backwards. “SHUT UP WHORE! I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN!” As I fell back, I landed on the chair, the wooden edge scraping the skin of my leg.

I looked down, to see a nasty gash on my inner thigh. Before anything could be said, Noah flew from behind me. He tackled Justin to the sand, sending blow after blow to his face. All I could do, was watch in complete shock. I’ve never seen Noah so angry. After a few more blows to Justin’s face, Noah stood back up. “DONT YOU EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON HER!”

Justin just laid there, groaning in pain. Noah turned back around, grabbing my hand. “C’mon we’re getting your stuff, you’re gonna stay with me.” I let him lead me away, not before stopping beside Justin. I looked at him for a few seconds, he was fucked up. His nose was probably broken, and his lips were split. I calmly spoke. “Fuck you.”

We got inside, and headed towards the elevator. As we waited for the doors to open, I could still feel Noah basically vibrating with anger. The doors opened, and we walked straight in, and rode up in silence. We got to my room, and luckily I only had a few things taken out of my bag. So we quickly grabbed them, stuffed them back in and went to Noah’s room. When we walked in, he sat my suitcase on the desk in his bedroom, and turned towards me.

“Shit you’re bleeding.” I looked down, and sure enough, blood was running down my leg straight into my shoe. “It’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He walked straight past me, and into the bathroom. I heard him shuffling around in the cabinets, and come back with a little first aide kit. I tried to protest again, telling him I’d just rinse it off in the shower. He ignored me, and bent down infront of me.

“Spread your legs for me.” Although he said it innocently, I couldn’t help the blush the covered my cheeks. He got the disinfectant wipes, and cleaned off the blood and around the gash. Pulling out some ointment and a big bandaid, and started applying them gently. As he did, I caught a glimpse of his right hand. His knuckles were busted. “I’m so sorry Noah.” My hand found its way to his head, running my fingers through his hair. I felt guilty. I ruined our trip, because of my fucked up relationship, and now he’s hurt. He froze, and looked up at me, clearly confused.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” He stayed there, waiting for me response. “Your knuckles they’re busted…and I ruined our trip.” he didn’t move a muscle, looking straight into my eyes, and just shook his head. “You didn’t ruin anything, and I’d do it again.” His voice was just above a whisper. “He put his fucking hands on you, I want to fucking kill him.” He placed a kiss to the bandage on my thigh, before slowly rising to his feet. As soon as he got in reach his lips were back on mine again. His arm going under my ass, to lift me all the way up with him, to his full height. My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought.

Our kiss deepened, as he walked us to the bed, laying me onto it. His kisses moved down, over my cheek, and down my neck. “Noah…” I whined, ready to just feel him. All of him. He lifted his head, planting another kiss on my lips. “I know baby..” he lifted my shirt up and off of me, throwing it somewhere else in the room.

His lips instantly attaching to one of my tits, while his hand groped and played with my other one. I was a moaning mess. He was barely doing anything yet, and I’d never felt so good in my life. His lips moved down my stomach, to the top of my shorts. “I wanna taste you so bad baby.” He whispered against my skin.

.“Noah please..” I am not above begging. I finally have the man of my dreams, and I want all of him. Now. He unbuttoned my shorts, dragging them off a long with my underwear. He took no time to spread my thighs. He groaned, seeing how wet I was for him. All for him. With one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, he dove straight in. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I gasped in pleasure, my hands falling to his head. I grabbed handfuls of his hair softly tugging it. He groaned against me, sending delicious vibrations through my core. “You taste so good baby.” He ran his tongue up and down the full length of my pussy, until I was shaking with pleasure. “I’m so close Noah..please please”

He took his left hand, teasing my hole with two fingers before fully sinking them in. I moaned out at the feeling. He continued pumping his fingers, and licking my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming, as I started grinding my hips into his face. I came with a loud whine of his name. He moaned again, as he licked up my release.

“Fuck…such a good girl.” He leaned over me, kissing me hard. Shoving his tongue in my mouth, so I could taste myself. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him, throwing it onto the floor. Our lips connected again, as he reached for his sweats. He pulled them down just enough to pull his dick out.

“Are you okay?” He was panting, struggling to stay still. I nodded my head, begging him to move. He stood back up completely, holding my thighs apart, watching himself disappear inside of me, over and over again. “Fuck Noah, faster.” He felt incredible. I’ve never felt this good during sex. He sped up until he was pounding into me. He kept my thighs spread wide, pushing them into my chest. The new angle making him reach even deeper. “Fuck baby your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick.” All I could do was moan in response. He looked back down between us before spitting directly on my clit, and rubbing over it with his thumb.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” I was so close, and I could tell he was too. After a few more thrust, I came hard around him. Pushing my head down against the mattress, and arching my back, my head was fuzzy and light. “Good girl…fuck..” he quickly pulled out, finishing on my chest and stomach. He leaned back over, bringing me into a wet rushed kiss. “I love you so much angel..”

“I love you too.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Match My Freak (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭

Synopsis: "We can go to Italy and have sex on a yacht" 🤭

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my Blanca baby @hoodharlow 😘💕

Do not engage if underage

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Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, saweetie, blancahood, mariahthescientist, and 2,683,790 others

y/ninsta: now I'm on an island getting my back blown 🤭🤭

saweetie: yall are disgusting. can't wait to hear that I'll be an aunt tho.... for the millionth time

urbanwyatt: I helped him plan this so you can thank me

y/ninsta: saweetie AHT AHT! we do not speak that!

jackandy/naremyparents: big mama looks so pretty! 😍

jackharlow: if you're trying to get your back blown, I suggest you get off your damn phone and come here

y/ninsta: on my way stink 😌

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The sun was beginning to set as you took in your surroundings off the coast of Italy. This vacation had proved to be necessary after you had released your album and was planning to go on tour later in the year. Seeing that you needed a break, your husband took it upon himself to simply tell you to pack your suitcases and get into the car not realizing what your destination was. He literally made you put on a blindfold until the two of you had touched down. You were excited to find out that the two of you would be staying in Italy for two weeks and Jack made it known that the only thing that the two of you were allowed to focus on was each other.

Because when the two of you were together, nothing else mattered.

As you were taking another sip of your margarita that you had made, you felt Jack come up behind you and his arms went around your waist before he turned you around and leaned down to kiss you.

“Do we have to leave in two days?” You asked as Jack simply smiled down at you.

“We can add on another day and that's about it. You have an album to promote, remember?”

“Yes, but that just means I'm not going to be around you and I'll be busy.” You told him as you pouted.

“It's only for a little while and it'll fly by before we know it. But enough about that. For right now, I'm enjoying the time that I get to have with my wife with no distractions.” He told you as he started playing with the ends of your hair as you smiled up at him.

“You know I'm actually surprised at you.” You told Jack who looked at you confused.

“By what, baby?”

“We’ve been on this yacht basically all day and you have yet to fuck me on it. I think you’re slipping when it comes to your husband duties.” You told him and he immediately smirked at you.

“Hmm, only because it was light outside. Now it's not so you better be careful what you wish for.” He whispered against your lips before kissing them. The drink that you were holding was taken out of your hand by Jack and long forgotten as he placed it on the table.

“You don't care about having an audience so I'm not buying that as an excuse.”

“I don't, but if they were to see me that probably wouldn't be good because someone would be bound to take pics and it would end up on TMZ.”

“Hmm, you have a point.”

“No one gets a free show from my wife except me.”

“Let’s get to you getting your free show then.”

You quickly kissed him again and made Jack sit down as you were quick to straddle him. He kissed and nipped at your skin starting from your neck and worked his way down to untie the top of your bathing suit.

He threw it to the side behind you as you felt the growing tent underneath you. He slowly ran his fingers over your folds through the thin material that happened to be the last piece of clothing that you were wearing and found yourself getting wetter by the second as you reached down to bring your lips to his.

All of a sudden, you felt Jack move the material to the side and slowly slip one of his fingers in as you let out a soft moan in his ear.

“Don't hold back, baby. You can be as loud as you want out here.”

The tone of your moans became louder when he added another finger and soon discarded the thin piece of clothing from your body altogether. Jack was simply admiring you before he picked you up with you letting out a yelp.

“Baby! I'm going to fall!”

“Now you know good and damn well that I'm not going to drop you. Come here.” He placed your legs on his shoulders and felt him take one long lick.

The last thing you ever expected was for him to be standing up and eating you out as he was holding you up midair.

“Now your ass can't run even if you wanted to.” You heard Jack say from between your thighs and he quickly dove back in.

Jack could feel your juices running down his chin as he moved at a faster pace and you began to massage and pull at your pierced nipples. They had just recently gotten over being sore since you had changed the jewelry in them and couldn't wait until Jack’s mouth was on them.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Was all you managed to let out as Jack gripped your thighs tighter. Your hands then found a way into his hair and you were trying to bring him closer to you even if it was damn near impossible.

That feeling that you knew all too well was beginning to build and it was if Jack knew since he immediately moved higher to pay close attention to your clit. He knew you were close and began teasing you as he would lightly brush his tongue back and forth against your clit with the slightest touch making you go insane. So insane that he quickly heard you throwing a fit about it.

“Baby, stop teasing me and let me cum!” You told him as you grabbed a handful of his hair, but he didn't even acknowledge you and he continued to do the same thing knowing that you were going to hit your peak that much harder.

“Who's teasing baby girl? Hold still for me or I'll stop.”

“I wish you fucking would stop right now, fucking make me cum damn it!” You breathlessly yelled out and sure enough, Jack halted his movements and sat you back down where you had been sitting before and spread your legs.

“Who do you think you're fucking talking to like that?” He asked as he hovered above you and his hand went around your neck.

You didn’t answer, and he put his fingers to your mouth and you immediately began to suck on them tasting your juices. Once Jack was satisfied with how wet they were, his pointer finger grazed your clit making you groan.

“Baby, come on!”

“Come on what? And you still didn't answer my question.”

“Please! And I'm talking to my husband.”

“Not with that attitude you're not.” He told you as he spread your legs once more and kneeled down in front of you.

“Lose the attitude and I'll let you cum.”

“Fine, baby just come on. Pleaseee.”

“Oh, now we finally learned how to use our manners.” Was the last thing you heard Jack say before he was giving your clit his undivided attention.

“My baby has the prettiest pussy, doesn't she? You want me to suck on your clit?”

“Yes!”

“Give me some room then and act like you want me between your thighs.”

As soon as he told you this, you moved your left leg to the side to rest on top of the couch that you were sitting on and Jack couldn't help but to smirk before he began to do what you so desperately wanted.

In less than two minutes a rush of liquid flowed out of you as Jack still continued to eat you out as you were trying to come down from your high. Once you did, you reached down to kiss him as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and both of you were battling for dominance.

When the two of you finally broke apart, Jack stood up and you quickly slipped off his swim trunks as you then stood up and made him trade places with you. Jack stroked himself a few times as you saw the precum leaking down the sides. You glided your finger along it as you brought it to your mouth and sucked it off making Jack smirk. You held onto his shoulders as you straddled him and slowly sat down allowing you to feel every inch of him as he filled you up with moans escaping both of your mouths.

Jack held onto your hips to help guide you until the two of you got into a comfortable rhythm. He then left a trail of kisses along your breasts before sucking on both of them making sure he showed them an equal amount of attention as you let out a series of moans and threw your head back in satisfaction.

“Look at how creamy that pussy is and how well you’re riding that dick. You going to make daddy cum? Hmm, baby?”

You slowly nodded as your head rested on his shoulder and increased your pace.

“That's it, baby. Fuck you feel so good around me. I know I tell you this all the time, but you look so pretty when you ride me.”

You abruptly stopped as you slid him out of you and immediately took him in your mouth before he could protest about you not riding him anymore because you knew it was coming.

“Shit!” He held tightly onto your hair that he had put it into a makeshift ponytail as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You released him from your mouth with a loud pop as you traced your tongue from the base to the tip before going back down. You started to jerk him off before taking him back into your mouth. You were caught off guard by Jack moaning loudly and feeling his load shoot down the back of your throat.

“And you better not waste any of it.”

Cum was leaking out the side of your mouth as it landed onto your chest and you took him out of your mouth once more to glide your finger along it and taste it.

Jack helped you up and you straddled him one more as he reached up to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back. As he gave a light tap to your cheek, you opened your mouth and warm liquid hit your tongue.

“Be a good girl and swallow it.”

Doing as you were told, Jack then gave a light smack to your ass as you smiled at him.

“Baby, I need you on all fours and I'll be back. Can you do that for me? You've been such a good girl.” Jack asked and you quickly nodded as you got up and sat to the side as you watched him disappear for a minute.

Once he came back you saw a bottle of lube in his hand and you smirked before getting on all fours.

“Baby, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I want to make you feel good, not hurt you.” He told you as you heard the bottle opening.

“I know.”

“You ready, baby?”

“Mm hmm.”

Your back was arched as Jack lifted your hips a little bit higher and he started to slowly insert himself. As of lately, anal had become one of your favorite things and Jack was not one to protest. If it was something that you wanted as long as you let him know he would do it for you.

Jack started meeting resistance and simply added more lube before finally slipping all the way inside as your head was resting on your arms and taking all of the pleasure that you could get.

“How's that feel?” He quietly asked you as he slowly began to move.

“So good, keep going.”

Jack did what you asked him to as you lifted up your head to spit into your hand and reached down to rub your clit. Even though you had recovered from your orgasm before, the slightest touch still had you whimpering.

“Baby, go faster.” You told him as you could tell that he was holding back since the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.

Listening to you, he increased his pace and your hand was soon replaced with his as he rubbed small circles along your clit as you loudly cried out.

“Baby….”

“You’re almost there, I can tell. Such a good girl for me.”

Hearing this pushed you over the edge as your third orgasm of the night hit you. Jack continued to rub your clit as he pounded in you from behind. His movements were getting sloppy indicating that he was close and sure enough, he slowly slipped out of you before releasing all over your back.

The two of you were trying to catch your breath as he slowly turned you around and hovered over you as he smiled before leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your hands once again found a way to his curls as he switched to the other one.

When he finally looked up at you, he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he opened his mouth to ask you a question.

“Did I fulfill my husband duties? Was that up to your standards Mrs. Harlow?”

“Yes, you exceeded my expectations, truth be told.” You said as you laughed.

“Good, but we are nowhere near done.”

“Wait, what?”

“When we get finished, I plan on you not being able to walk straight. Spread your legs so I can eat you out again.”

[springgirlshowers]

Cool About It

Summary: You’re face to face with your ex outside of a bar after three years of no contact, is there any point of talking to him?

Pairing: Joost x Reader

CW: smoking, cursing, arguing, poorly proofread, angst with a happy ending tho! ;P

WC: 1,935

A/N: i can’t write a summary for the life of me + wooooo feeling angsty tonight guys

When Joost left he told you he would be gone for a long time. You knew that of course.

He told you he would have to leave and travel constantly if he wanted his career to grow, which you were fine with. You wanted nothing more than to see it happen.

With school and working for yourself, you weren’t able to come along with Joost on his tour and to the festivals he was performing at. That was okay with you!

As long as you could still text and call and video chat with him you were fine. Of course, you absolutely missed him during it, but you could put up with the temporary long distance.

However Joost, felt the opposite apparently.

To be fair, you knew it was gonna be difficult being together yet so far apart.

Joost ended things with you, telling you he didn’t think your relationship with him would work constantly being gone. He'd also told you not to take it personally, and you had. Like an idiot.

You were heartbroken at first. Crying and pitying yourself, questioning why he did it. Even though he already gave you an answer.

Soon your sadness turned to anger, it never changed after that. You’ve been angry at him since he sent that text.

Joost <3: I don’t think this is working

It was a piss poor way of breaking up, the delivery of it was shitty enough, it being over text just made it worse.

The way he worded some of the things he said for his reasoning made it feel like you were a rock in his shoe, or an obstacle in his path to fame.

Yet, you were civil with him when he broke up with you, you never really shared your feelings and emotions on it with him afterwards. Why would you? You weren’t his girlfriend anymore. It wasn’t your place to.

Joost never knew how angry you were with him, you weren’t sure if unfollowing him really showed that. Maybe blocking him did, if he even ever noticed. You were just sick of seeing his face and posts pop up on your feed.

You haven’t seen him, haven’t talked to him since he broke up with you. It’s been three years and not a word has been said to each other.

You expected it to stay that way within the next years and so on. Until you saw him walking around with his friends in the same bar as you during a night in June.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" You said angrily.

"It's a Saturday night, this is a public bar, i'm not sure you can blame him for being here." Your friend shrugged disappointingly.

"Yeah I know." You sighed, "Just…why'd he have to come to this one tonight though? There's like ten other places he could've gone." You thought out loud, muttering. Your friend gave you a sympathetic frown as you rubbed your face.

“You know what, whatever, I’m gonna go for a smoke, you wanna come?” You nodded to the back door of the bar.

“No, I’ll watch over our drinks. You have fun.” She joked, you smiled and told her you’d be back in a few.

You were more than relieved to see that the back wall of the outside of the bar was empty. No other smokers or couples making out. You really needed a moment alone, seeing Joost made it feel like the air got knocked out of you.

You grabbed your pack of cigs, pulling one out and leaving it hanging from your mouth while you rummaged around your bag for a lighter.

You groaned out loud in frustration, desperately looking around the rest of your items for the one you usually had on hand.

While you were too busy searching, you didn’t pay any attention to the door that opened and closed behind you.

“Need a light?” A familiar deep voice asked, you turned to see him. Joost standing in front of you, lighter in hand and an awkward look on his face.

Now it felt like you couldn’t breathe at all.

Although it felt like a lifetime since you’d seen him, it hadn't been that long. It’s really just been a few years.

You just stared at him as he lit your cigarette without hesitation. You snapped back into this moment, inhaling and nodding as your way of saying “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Joost said, pulling out a cigarette from his own pack.

“Yeah? A person can change a lot in three years.” The delivery of your sentence was venomous. It felt like every word was laced with poison to Joost. It made him pause for just a split second, giving him a small hint of how angry you still were at him.

He stayed silent, so did you. The only noise being the flick of his lighter and traffic in the distance.

The brick wall felt cold and jagged on your back, you debated if you should just stomp out your cig and just go back inside already.

“So how's everything been for you?” Joost broke the silence.

“Fine. Great.” You said stoically, Joost hummed in response.

You weren’t going to ask him the same question. You’d already knew how great he’d been doing. You’d saw all about it, read all about it, heard all about it, and honestly, you were sick of it.

He was getting where he wanted to be, good for him. You just wished you didn’t have to hear all about it.

"Number one in Germany, huh?" You said as exhaled smoke, a hint of anger still in your voice.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh, “Insane isn’t it?” He itched at his arm.

“Yeah. Good for you though.” You spat, suddenly remembering how he made you feel like you were in his way to success.

“You don’t sound very excited about it.”

“Really?” You said sarcastically, flicking ash. Joost just nodded and cleared his throat, taking another inhale.

“I still have your shit in my closet. In a box.” You spoke out, keeping your eyes away from his.

He never came back for any of his shared clothing. You were kind enough to fold all his shirts that were hanging in your closet and put them in a cardboard box. Which you planned on giving him once he got back, but he never came back for it, never texted asking. So now they just sat in the back corner of your closet, collecting dust.

“Oh.” He said softly. Heart hurting a bit at the fact you never got rid of his stuff.

“Yeah. You’re free to take it back any day now. I’m tired of being reminded of it every time I need to pick out something to wear.” You sighed, you were halfway done with your smoke.

“I can understand if you’re upset.” He looked down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I know we ended things at a weird time.” His words made your blood boil.

We? We ended things? No. You. You were the one to end things. I didn’t want anything to end, you did, Joost. That’s what you wanted to spit at him. Instead you gave him a watered down version of it.

“You gave up on us, not me.” You said, exhaling, desperately trying to keep your cool.

“I don’t think I’d call it giving up…” He mumbled.

“No, you gave up. We hit a difficult patch and you were too much of an ass to push through it so you gave up.” Your mouth was moving faster than your brain, you didn’t mean to be so harsh or to argue. But you’ve been holding in all this anger for the past three years, now it was all spilling out.

Your chest was rising and falling in frustrated breaths, you blinked away the glaze that formed over your eyes. You waited for a response.

Joost opened his mouth, beginning to say something, but then closing it.

“Don’t even know why I bothered.” You muttered, letting out a sigh and shaking your head as you stomped out your cigarette.

Before you could start moving, Joost finally spoke.

“I thought I’d just continue to hurt you if I kept it going.” His voice was soft. It wasn’t the response you were hoping for, but you were sure what you were expecting anyways.

“Hurt me?” You asked, complete disbelief in your voice.

“I was gone for months. You’re telling me that you were fine with it? That it didn’t bother you?” He threw his cigarette down, grinding his shoe into the bud.

“It did bother me a little sometimes. I missed you the entire time. But I knew you were doing what you wanted to do for so long.” You took a step towards him, “I knew performing made you happy. I wasn’t gonna stop you from that. You were happy, I was happy.” You shrugged, trying desperately to keep back the tears that were going to form in your eyes.

It was the truth. You loved hearing the excitement in his voice when he’d call you just before shows, hearing the smile in his voice made one appear on your face as well.

“I cared for you so much. So much. I tried so hard to keep everything together and you just threw it all away. You made me feel like some kind of burden.” You could hear your voice begin to crack while your eyes watered, you didn’t want him to see you so emotional. You shoved past him, heading for the door.

“I never stopped caring about you. I need you to know that.” Joost spoke out, causing you to stop. He wanted to say a different word than “caring”, a stronger word, but he didn’t think he was brave enough for it. You turned around, eyes looking at the cement instead of at him.

“You were never a burden to me, liefje. Never.” Even though his voice was soft, his words were hitting you, your eyes finally met his. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have ended things like that. I shouldn’t have ended things at all.” He stepped closer to you, hand grazing your cheekbone. Eventually both hands coming up to gently cup your face.

“I was such an asshole. You didn’t deserve that, any of that.” Joost felt your jaw clench, your attempt to keep your lip from wobbling as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. His own eyes were beginning to water.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You heard the crack in his voice, and that was enough to cause you to break, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

And of course, the next thing he said was the final blow to cause your upcoming breakdown.

“I never stopped loving you.” His voice was barely a whisper, yet still loud enough for the both of you to hear it. You let out an embarrassingly loud sob and wrapped your arms around him, face shoved and sobbing into his chest.

Joost sweetly shushed you as he rubbed a hand up and down your back, lightly swaying the both of you as he let a few tears fall from his own eyes.

You really wanted to kiss him, you really did. You would’ve at this moment if you weren’t bawling and wheezing out tears. However, Joost was fine with it, as long as he knew he had you back, in his arms, he was fine.

Joost having you here with him, he was fine with that.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Missed you

genre: smut, fluff

Summary: beomgyu sends you a very inappropriate video of himself whilst you’re at work.

Pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut)

Warnings: smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, bratty beomgyu, use of vibrator, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, beomgyu is a brat

Word count: 2.2k

You made yourself some breakfast, ready to leave for work any second when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Wow I’m surprised you’re even awake right now.” You chuckle and turn your head around to look at beomgyu who had his eyes closed as he hugged you, lashes kissing his cheek and fluffy hair all messy with his puffy face from just waking up. Sleepy beomgyu is the cutest.

“Just come back to bed with mee…please. Call in sick or something.” He says in his (extremely attractive) deep morning voice.

“Gyu, you know I want to but I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“Pleaseee. Want to stay in with you.” He opens his eyes now, sulking at you slightly.

“I can’t, baby.”

“Fuck, you look so good in that suit too.” His eyes travel down to your work clothes. And he starts placing soft little kisses on your neck as he still hugged you. You know if he does it any longer you’d give in.

“I can’t. Gotta go now, beomgyu. Bye.” You give him a quick peck on the lips turning to quickly get to the door but he takes your hand, whining at you.

“Excuse me where’s my proper kiss?! And what the fuck is a ‘beomgyu’ I’m literally your baby or your love or beomie, gyu, honey, darling? Where is the love?!” He pouts, crossing his arms at you.

“I’m gonna be late…” You mumble but go back to beomgyu, giving him a ‘proper’ kiss that was more loveable enough for him. “I’m gonna go now. I love you, gyu.”

“Make sure you come back quick!”

The universe was being impossibly cruel to Beomgyu today.

On the one day he has free, where he finally doesn’t have a busy schedule and doesn’t have to go to work, preparing for a comeback or performance, tour, etc, where he just wanted to spend his day with you, you just so happened to not have a free day and having to go to work. Plans ruined.

It didn’t help at all that Beomgyu was so fucking horny right now, mind consumed by not so cute thoughts of you and you weren’t even here and wouldn’t even be back until late. What should he do? Should he just jerk off?

An idea suddenly struck him, a cryptic grin appearing on his face as he thought about it. It’d be so fun to rile you up and see what you’d do when you came home.

He set up his phone and began to fuck himself, pumping his dick up and down and playing with his nipples since he knows you like it, making sure to moan your name and never looking away from the camera. Once he came, he stopped the recording and sent the video to you immediately, chuckling.

You were finally on your well deserved lunch break, grabbing some coffee and heading back to your desk, checking your phone’s notifications.

You had a message from beomgyu:

Beoms🧸🎸: I miss you…☹️

With an attachment but you couldn’t view it since it was your notifications. You smile. You’re guessing it’s probably just a picture of him making an over dramatic sad face since he sends you pictures of himself pretty much every day. You found his silly selfies so endearing.

“Is that your boyfriend? Aw he’s so sweet! Wish my girlfriend would send me messages like that every day. She hasn’t even messaged me at all today. Not even a good morning text.” Your friend Yunjin peeks at your phone and sulks.

You laugh, “He was trying to convince me to not come in today, saying I should call in sick.”

“Honestly you should have listened to him. One more day here and I’m gonna off myself.”

“So true.” You groan, remembering the workload you had to do after this break and knowing you still weren’t even half way through finishing for the day yet.

“Couple of us are going to that cafe across the street for lunch right now. You coming?” Yunjin asks.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a second.”

So she walks out to meet up with your other colleagues.

You click on Beomgyu’s message and seeing the attachment was a video. You wonder what it could be of.

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting that.

Your eyes go wide, the loud volume you’re met with and the video making you jump in your seat; an obscene recording of your boyfriend fucking himself. You cautiously glance around, thanking god everyone had already gone to lunch. Anybody could have seen this! Imagine what would have happened! That’s probably what he wanted anyway, you thought. He can be such a whore sometimes.

You could tell he was just putting up a show for you to make you extra crazy for him from the way he was moaning excessively and loudly over nothing, overdramatising and exaggerating his expressions and whining out your name saying he ‘needs you so bad’ and never losing eye contact with the camera. You can see the stupid smirk on his face after he cums and stops the video.

What a little shit.

You send him a text back.

Y/n: just wait and see what happens when I get back home.

You opened the door to your place immediately, barging into your bedroom where you saw beomgyu sitting on the bed, watching a show.

“You came back earlier.” He states, pausing what he was watching.

You take your blazer off and start unbuttoning your shirt, moving towards him.

“What are you doing y/n?” Beomgyu looked at you, playing dumb and trying to feign innocence. But he wasn’t very good at conveying it.

“Don’t play dumb with me, baby. What the fuck were you doing sending me that?”

“I just sent you a message saying I missed you.” He looks up at you, faux puppy eyes and a grin trying not to etch onto his face.

“Yeah, and after that message?”

“Ohhh. That. That was just a little…present.” He tries to stifle his laugh, attempting to maintain nonchalant.

“Fucking yourself while I’m not there? And sending it to me in my workplace? Where anybody could have seen? That’s not you being very good.”

“So? What are you gonna do about it?” He has a shit eating grin on his face now.

“Take your clothes off.”

“No. You do it for me.” He lays back, slightly smirking.

“You’re gonna be even more of a fucking brat today are you? I’m not gonna do it for you, if you don’t then you’re just gonna get nothing. So either take off your clothes yourself or I’m leaving.”

There’s a stare off between you both as he decides whether he should push you further or not and he narrows his eyes at you, but he decides against it, complying in the end and taking off his shirt and pants. You’re not that patient today. He still makes a scene about it though, huffing and rolling his eyes as he takes it off annoyingly slow.

“Such a fucking slutty brat sending me that aren’t you?” You sneer at him and he moans as you begin to palm him. “Trying to rile me up? You’ll regret it so much after I’m done with you.” He moans even more.

You take his dick into your hand, starting to jerk him off whilst sucking hickeys into his neck. Just a few minutes later of pumping his dick and he’s already going to cum, but you abruptly stop and then get your vibrator to put it on him. Then you just watch as he writhes under it, whining in protest.

“Y/nnn please-ah- want you to touch me instead please.”

“You’re so dumb, baby. Do you really think you’re gonna get anything you want?”

He looks so pretty like that. Vibrator on his dick, looking at you pitifully as all you do is watch him. You turn the settings up higher and he throws his head back, shutting his eyes. You put it even higher and to the highest setting until his whole body is shaking at it, looking like he’s vibrating too and he’s none stop moaning. And then when he’s just about to orgasm again, you turn it completely off.

He snaps his head at you and gasps, completely stunned as if he forgot that he was being a brat just a few moments before and that this isn’t something you would totally do. This is going to be so fun.

You lose count of how many times you do this, putting the vibrator to the highest setting until he’s about to cum and then completely switching it off and starting again. You’re getting a bit bored now honestly but you want to see beomgyu properly break and he hasn’t yet. He can be stubborn sometimes.

This fucking sucks for beomgyu. All he wanted was you and for you to come back and fuck him. But you weren’t even touching him, not even letting him cum! And you’d do it again and again and again and again. He couldn’t really take it anymore. This isn’t what he wanted, he just wanted you! He was so frustrated by now, he just wanted to let it all out and cry about it. And after you don’t even let him cum again for the nth time, his bottom lip wobbles and he can’t contain his crying anymore.

“Y/n please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please fuck me.” He’s hiding his face and wailing into his arm. “I’ll be good for you. I promise. I’m sorry, I just…i just missed you. We haven’t been able to spend time together in so long and we haven’t fucked either. I missed you. I’m sorry. Please, fuck me y/n. I’ll be good.” He’s reduced to just a blubbering mess and he gazes up at you looking like a kicked puppy, pleading with his eyes. He looks so pretty like that, his pretty, long eyelashes clumped together with the tears, eyes and nose cutely pink from the crying and his pretty sparkling eyes. “Please…please…” You shush him, taking his face in your palm and wiping his tears.

You’re so weak for him it’s annoying. You’re not even sure if they’re just crocodile tears to get you to do what he wants. You wouldn’t be surprised. He knows You’re weak for him too.

It is true though, what with both of you having busy schedules and work, you haven’t really had the time properly to spend together or fuck each other. It’s been a tiring couple of weeks.

You want it just as bad too. So you straddle him, cupping his face and kissing him, slowly sinking down on his dick, he whimpers and says numerous thank yous. Gasping with his mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘o’ shape with his back arching as you immediately start to ride him at a fast pace, not bothering to start slow and build it up.

“You feel so good-ah-ahh!” He moans at the feeling of your walls finally around his dick. His body bouncing aggressively on the bed beneath you as just use him like a sex toy.

Beomgyu is so unbelievably loud and responsive whenever you fuck him. You love it, but it makes for awkward situations at times. Although, he doesn’t care who hears him at all. In fact, he wants everyone to know he’s being fucked good by you.

“Ahh! Can’t hold it-fuck-need to cum please”

You finally decide to let him and he cries out, eyes rolling backwards and squirting his cum inside you, staying limp for a bit but you don’t stop, fucking him ruthlessly, the lewd and sticky sounds its making echoing around your bedroom.

“Y-y/n-ah- too much, too sensitive…” Beomgyu sniffles, whimpering and gasping at the overstimulation.

“What? you were begging to be fucked and to cum but now you can’t take it, huh?”

He’s about to whine and complain but you take two of your fingers, stuffing them in his mouth to shut him up and he sucks on them instead, gazing up at you with teary eyes and his pretty wet lips.

“So slutty, baby. It’s so sexy.” You say and he muffles somewhat of a coherent thank you.

You bounce on his dick mercilessly, riding him faster and faster and faster to get yourself to cum too, only caring about your high. Beomgyu has his eyes rolling back again as he shakes underneath you, feeling like he could possibly pass out from how you were bouncing on him with absolutely no regard, too fucked out at this point and still sensitive from finally being able to cum a few moments before. And before you know it, he’s cumming unannounced once again, just as fast with a muffled scream, your fingers still in his mouth, sight making you come undone, also cumming around him.

His head rests on yours, panting with sweat glistening his body and his disarrayed bangs slightly damp, whole body flushed and pink. He is so fucked out right now. So beautiful.

You lift his chin to connect your lips with his, kissing him so much.

“I love you.” He pants.

You smile, “I’m so in love with you. You don’t understand.”

“Really? how much?” He giggles.

“Like this much” you widen your arms out, making the space between them big

He throws his head back with his famous windshield wiping laugh, “I don’t think that’s enough I’m gonna be honest.” Beomgyu jokes.

“Well, that’s how far my arms go. You can find someone else with longer arms.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I like your arms just fine actually.” He takes your own arms, wrapping them around his waist and snuggling into you.

Please actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎😭

[leclercsluvs]

CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 8 | masterlist

an: i'm thinking this is only going to be like 1 more part. i have no clue what else to make happen tbh, dates/timestamps aren't important, pleas ignore them pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 3.189.461 others charles_leclerc wish we could go back in time ❤️ tagged: yourusername

danielricciardo watch it.

maxverstappen1 you're doing everything huh?

charles_leclerc ofc i am. i love her. yourbff fuck off. you had your chance and you fucked up big time. yourfriend not you doing all this AFTER she's moved on. stop fucking with her head dude. pierregasly don't listen to them mate, show her how much you love her! yoursister pierre shut the fuck up, or i will make sure you are not able to drive next weekend <3

tayslover it rubs me the wrong way that he's posting like this while she's in a relationship. also i really need her to be on top of her game when she tours with THE queen.

y/nsfclklore not you putting one above the other 🤨 swiftesversion because taytay is above everyone 💁‍♀️ softy/n/n nahhh they're literally friends??? why put them against each other

yourusername

liked by taylorswift, landonorris and 3.156.442 others yourusername had a fantastic time the first night of the eras tour! thank you to everyone who cheered loudly for me, i appreciate all the support 🥹 tagged: taylorswift

danielricciardo looked gorgeous, sad i couldn't be there tonight

yourbff girlll you're shining!! we'll meet you at the next stop!! ❤️

yourusername no way!! who's "we"?? 🤨 yourfriend don't worry it doesn't involve your stupid ex yourbff it does involve someone else tho 👀 maxverstappen1 i wonder who

y/nswrld can't wait to see you soon!

taylorswift you were amazing! glad i decided to bring you with me

yourusername thank you so much for the opportunity! <3

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1 and 4.009.877 others danielricciardo stay hydrated folks! tagged: yourusername

yourusername you really had to include that first pic? 😭

danielricciardo ofc, i gotta get the message out there yourusername blocked.

landonorris you went and didn't invite me? kinda rude

danielricciardo sorry there wasn't space on the plane 🤷 yourbff do you have a private plane? landonorris yeah, why? yourfriend then we'll invite you the next time!

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff & 4.132.806 others yourusername this has been an amazing time! thank you so much for all the love!

danielricciardo you were amazing! loved seeing you do what you love

yourusername so happy you were able to be there! ❤️ yourbff 🤮 danielricciardo you were the one to bring me? 🤨 yourbff doesn't mean you have to be this cute yourusername aww you called us cute

charles_leclerc you looked gorgeous!

nvrris.ae did she cover 'hopelessly devoted to you' every night? or just the nights daniel was there?

scfty/n every night! but she did seem to sing it with more passion and with a bigger smile on her face whenever her friends or daniel was in the crowd nvrris.ae that's really cute honestly

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1 & 4.283.800 others charles_leclerc i was told to wait with making this statement until the whole situation had died down a little, but going to see yourusername live in sydney, i realized i'm done waiting. i love this woman with all my heart. i will do anything to win back your trust. i would stand in the rain for hours watching you do what you love, i would quit racing, i would go through fire and ice, and of course my pr manager is fired. i am truly and incredibly sorry for what i put you through, and i understand if you are never going to fully forgive me. i miss you, and i love you. and i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me at some point. i know you're currently in a relationship, and i'm not asking you to drop that. i just want a second chance. i want a fresh start if you think that would be possible. i hope from the bottom of my heart, that we can start over. i already told you exactly what happened over text, and i talked with everyone in the team, they are more than willing to also tell the story from their perspective. tagged: yourusername

leclrcs this is honestly the cutest little statement ever

scuderia.sf get heeer

danielricciardo watch out.

charles_leclerc i understand the two of you are in a relationship, and i'm not going to fight you, i simply just want forgiveness. i'm not interested in breaking the two of you up

yoursister are you being fr right now??? she's over you. you didn't have to make a public statement or anything at all???

charles_leclerc as i stated, i'm not expecting her to forgive me right now, right this second. i'm expecting it's going to take time, and i'm gonna giver her all the time she needs. yoursister you better sleep with one eye open.

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, yourbff & 3.458.124 others danielricciardo cool date idea: ask your girlfriend what she wants for dinner and then buy her favorite snacks too tagged: yourusername

yourusername best date to ever exist

yourbff wow what about that time i made you a homecooked meal? yourusername you almost burned down my house??? yourbff um i thought we agreed to not bring that up yourusername no you agreed with yourself to never bring that up, i never agreed.

landonorris and i wasn't invited because???

danielricciardo i didn't know we dated? yourusername care to explain yourself? landonorris yeah care to explain yourself? danielricciardo woah hold on how many people am i dating???

mayasheart aww this is such a cute idea! hold on i'm writing it down

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part 9

tag list: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow @destinyg237 @lanadelray1989

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

XD

[spoiledmiyilk]

I shared my own Papa Cosmo headcanons already,but what do we even know about Blonda and Wanda's mom? Honestly,I don't know if she ever gets mentioned in the latest seasons,but it doesn't make much difference to me.

Anyway,this is ★Lilac Aeno constelaa★ (Or Lila for the close ones).

I imagine that her absence could be justified by a plausible reason: She left as soon as she found out about Big Daddy's pregnancy. I might be the only one who headcanons Wanda's mum as a deadbeat,but I like to create some more lore around.

★- It's been years,and Wanda never mentioned once a single thing about her mother,nor does she know anything since her father never revealed any information. She barely comments a thing with Timmy or even with Cosmo,since growing up without a mother figure definitely left some doubt and questions. But she never really missed much since she has an amazing father anyway.

★- Nobody knows where Lilac went after the whole confrontation, probably got a new identity and is living freely out there. Many assume that she feels no remorse for the abandonment she caused, and that Big Daddy was nothing but a temporary experience she could easily discharge,yet,It's quite the opposite. I imagine she must imagine what their daughters are like, and thinks every day about the time she lost. I believe she bitterly regrets it, but doesn't know how to take the first step, or even if it can ever be fixed.

★- If she ever showed up again, randomly idk,I doubt Wanda, especially Blonda, would forgive her after so many years of absence in their lives.

Someone else tho...

★- And now some lore abt how her parents met:

Lilac was a singer (probably where Blonda got all her talent for the spotlight and acting), who lived around Fairy World touring. On one of these tours, she consciously crossed paths with Wanda's father,who almost immediately caught her attention from his awkward and even quite clumsy behavior around her.

While she remained there, the two began to talk for a few days, to get to know each other better. Lilac thought his voice was "cute" - in her own words. And he found her the most gorgeous woman someone could ever lay their eyes upon. One thing led to another and what happened happened.

★- Some additional headcanons :D

-Lilac is actually really strong,Her physique is extremely tough, and she can be quite threatening when she wants to. If she had stayed, she'd probably get the title of "Big momma", which would probably cause fear for whoever that could cross her path.

-She sounds like Rose Quartz.

-Lilac is Cuban 🇨🇺

-It is from her that Peri got his eyes and purple hair, also where the swirling hair comes in the family.

✨

[97linelover]

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synopsis: it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.

The final - Day 02 - yoongiofmine

Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

Still got it - Kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: "Say it again. I dare you to say that shit again, y/n." or On your 10th wedding anniversary you decide to voice out some slight marital concerns to your husband Yoongi. You also slip out that you don't think he can get you off given the fact that the last time the two of you got it on was months ago. Yoongi makes you eat your words.

Stick & Stones - xpeachesncream

♢ summary: surprise! you're gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called "Blissful Hands." you've heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you'd reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they'll do a lot to ease that instead.

It takes two - xpeachesncream

summary: min yoongi was the one who came to understand you and took you for you. but, when boundaries start getting crossed and priorities begin to change, you start to question if your relationship with your bestfriend is strong enough to make it through.

fuck being friends - strawberrynamjoon

– summary: as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Jung Hoseok:

suncity - jamaisjoon

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to Barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him. 〞stranges to lovers au. vacation au.

Park Jimin:

I want to be with you | pjm - oddinary4bts

☆summary : moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

100 km/hour - chateautae

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

love like this - ppersonna

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

Kim Taehyung:

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)- aquaminwrites

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

tales of broken hearts - taegularities

Summary: “Love has become a noun again.” When a work trip brings you back home, you don’t expect for anyone to await your return or remember you. But despite the time apart, Taehyung still does – still looks at you the same way he used to five winters ago.

Money is success - peachypinkygloss

Summary: Son of a powerful business owner, Taehyung rules the society, strictly surrounding himself with rich people. Money is his success, his greatest pride. Too immersed in his work, he doesn't realize the love story he's missing on until it's gone.

sundae (kinda love) - alphabetboyluvr

premise: you always thought kim taehyung's lips would taste like chocolate sundaes, but when you learn -through a friend- that he tastes like watermelon chewing gum, the illusion shatters. so does your heart. in time, so will his.

long black - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. establish relationship au.

High tide - Kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: Due to Taehyung's job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phonecalls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet.

Our last summer - strawberrynamjoon

– summary: in order to rescue your failing relationship, taehyung tries to fight for you one last time and flies to paris with you to relive some of your favorite memories – desperately hoping that the city of love will remind you of how much you love him again.

Jeon Jungkook:

GoneGirl - izjeon

Venom - nochukoo97

summary: after a nasty breakup with your ex, who was a boxer, the person who introduced you to the sport, you decided to make life easier for yourself and switch clubs. little did you know that your club leader, also known as ‘venom’ in the ring, would eventually spark your interest. no matter how much jungkook interests you, you can’t bear to risk another failed relationship, you’re still hurt and traumatised from the inside. but will jungkook manage to crawl his way into your heart?

Never go to sleep angry - just4koo

summary: one of the most important rules of your relationship was to never go to sleep angry. when the rule was ignored, it led to an argument and a huge misunderstanding.

horizon - sokook

Summary: The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time.

Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans.

this love - daegustae

summary ; you shouldn’t feel uneasy whenever his best friend is mentioned, after all you are his wife right ? 

nowhere with you - 13lov

summary: in which your father owns an auto repair shop and hires jungkook as his newest employee, who’s willing to assist you in more ways than one.

tethered - 13lov

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

lost cause - kooksbunnnn

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you. 

attachment: 1 image - 1kook

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

cool with you - kooktrash (everything of her!!!!!!!!)

summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

Blizzard - curly-bangtan

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

cornflower blue - just4koo

summary: nights were your favorite time with your boyfriend. the nights where you laid in bed together, tangled up in each other without any thoughts of the real world.

reminder - dollfaceksj

⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

love alive - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.

Jealousy Ink - Kooktrash

summary: you can’t help but seem a little jealous about your boyfriend doing tattoos on women when he doesn’t even let you talk to guys without him being around. you tell yourself you’re just mad at the unfairness but when he brings you pleasure with his head between your legs you seem to forget all about it.

Too late to dream - kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

all mine - jeong -gukk

summary: getting your heart broken meant you no longer wanted anything to do with love. your heart couldn’t take the pain anymore. but, of course, life had other plans.

Could´ve been us - sparklingchim

summary: two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect THAT twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

naughty pictures - sparklingchim

summary: perhaps you've gone a little too far with teasing jungkook with naughty pictures of yourself after he was done with the concert.

oops... - sparklingchim

summary: a quickie in the airport restroom was all it was supposed to be - not suddenly the whole world finding out about your secret relationship with jungkook.

champagne problems - sparklingchim

summary: sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you.

forever heart - Sparklingchim

summary: after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

Grapejuice - starshapedkookie

summary:At 24, your life was lined up to be perfect; talented, nice apartment, amazing boyfriend, and a dream job. Working as an art apprentice for Kim Seokjin was the exact opportunity you needed to kickstart your art career. However, after you’ve hit a creative wall at full speed, you feel more lost than ever. It’s not until one person shows up with no brakes on in your life that not only changes your entire perspective, but takes your breath away in the process.

pick & roll - xpeachesncream

♛ summary: being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

You´re losing me - sparklingchim

summary: jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

love is gone - jeonbunnie

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

[in1-nutshell]

I want to request for Buddy to be a Shatter glass Megatron long lost twin but has the original Megatron personality, i understand if you don't want to tho.

Ooooh! Haven't done one of these before! My knowledge of the Shattered Glass universe is a bit rusty, but I think this ended up pretty good for the knowledge. I did only 3 mechs this time around since these were the best I knew. Let me know if this isn't what you wanted.

Hope you enjoy!

Con’s reaction to Megatron’s twin with OG Megatron’s personality

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

SG!

Megatron

He loves Twin really.

But sometimes he worries about his more… physical side. It’s a bit rougher than what he’d like it, but its perfect for the battle ahead.

“We need a plan!”--Starscream

“Anyone have any ideas?”--Megatron

Twin raising his servo.

“One that doesn’t involve with a frontal attack.”--Megatron

Twin lowers his servo.

Without a doubt Twin is one of the best fighters in his army. An excellent strategist on most days. But sometimes when things get a little too heated, the lines tend to blur.

Twin raising their mace over Sideswipe helm.

“Wait! Stop! He’s on our side!”--Megatron

“And how do you know that?”--Twin

“I was left for dead by the Autobots. I gave you the attack plans yesterday?!”--Sideswipe

“Oh… Now I remember. Sorry Sideswipe, please let me help you back to the medbay.”--Twin

“… Spinister and Bombshell aren’t going to like this.”--Sideswipe

“… I know…” –Twin

Which leads to a question many Decepticons had asked.

Why wasn’t Twin second in Command?

It was a simple answer. He didn’t want to be second in Command. He was a soldier and would follow Megatron and his superiors into battle without hesitation.

Megatron misses the days when they would just listen to Twins poetry and manifestos about the corrupt government. A part of him which was now buried under years of pain and suffering from this blasted war.

He is glad that his twin remained loyal to the Decepticon cause and did not move to the power hungry Autobot side.

Megatron has had multiple spark attacks as Twin will fight any of his greatest enemies on sight. No joke.

“It’s over Megatron. Time to meet your—”—Optimus Prime

“OPTIMUS!”--Twin

“Stay back!”--Megatron

“STAY THE PIT AWAY FROM MY BROTHER, YOU SPAWN OF A—”--Twin

“Finally, a real fight.”--Optimus

Starscream

They both met when the war was starting. Megatron himself gave him the introduction, which was interesting.

“Starscream, this is Twin, he is my brother.”--Megatron

“Hello.”--Twin

“Well hello to you too. I look forward in working with you and the others.”—Starscream

“Likewise, Starscream.”--Twin

Despite some clash in morals and personality, the two worked well. Starscream had told him many tales of him and Skyfire before the war had happened. Twin is protective of Starscream after hearing how Starscream was nearly captured. It is on sight if Twin ever sees Skyfire.

“Skyfire, please reconsider!”--Starscream

“Enough traitor!”--Skyfire

“You’re the traitor!”--Starscream

“AND I’M YOU’RE EXECUTIONER!”--Twin

“AHHH!”--Skyfire

“BUDDY STOP! WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS!”--Starscream

Yes, they do argue, but it never escalates too much. Twin protects his friend.

Soundwave

They met through Megatron on a tour of their new base.

“Soundwave, this is my brother.”--Megatron

“Oh, Hi there! It’s nice to meet you! Wow you too look a like but I’m getting a different vibe from you than Megatron. How was the say? Looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you? No, looks like they can kill you but is a cinnamon roll. Oh—I’m rambling again. Sorry about that, sometimes I do—”--Soundwave

Inside Twin’s helm

‘I’m going to befriend this mech so hard.’

He still doesn’t know if this was a good idea or not. Twin knows things just as quickly as Megatron because they are so close.

Twin sometimes looks after the cassettes if Soundwave needs to be somewhere else.

It’s rare but it happens.

“Hey, I’m bac—What happened here?”--Soundwave

Twin laying down with the mini’s napping all over his frame.

“This is how I die… leave me here.”--Twin

Like Starscream, soundwave has told twin about Blaster. And like Skyfire, it is on sight for Blaster.

Twin is fiercely protectively over his friends.

“Its current time you second class scum!”--Blaster

“That’s what you think!”--Soundwave

“That’s what I know. You ain’t got no cassettes and you’re weapons jammed. What else do—”--Blaster

SMASH!

“BLASTER!”--Twin

“I’m outta here!”--Blaster

“GET BACK HERE YOU, SORRY EXCUSE OF A BOOMBOX!”--Twin

“Hey now, we’ve talked about the deep breathing exercises. Come on 1,2,3..”--Soundwave

“… 4,5,6…”--Twin

He does agree too much with the levels of violence Twin can get to, and there have been arguments about this. It usually gets resolved quickly though.

Faster than the others fight.

Has accidentally read his thoughts on the inner poet inside. Soundwave actively tries to get Twin to pick back the hobby. They sometimes share their hobbies on slower days.

[helluvapurf]

...so uhhhhh, "Apology Tour" was... *interesting*-

Didn't even seem that long ago since "Full Moon" came out so I didn't expect another ep drop this morning, buuuut welp! Lets discuss:

First off just to smoothen things up a bit, The Positives:

-Animation & visuals were quite pretty, and wasn't expecting the whole "spooky Halloween" aesthetic at Verosika's party (tho that may just be the summer season speaking lol) but hey, I kinda dig it~ 👀

-Verosika in-general, I was super stoked to see more of here! 💜and even with her staying pretty sassy/bitter towards Blitz... its honestly hard not to feel for her once she & him finally had that one-on-one convo (even revealing that she did legit love him... but Blitz simply couldn't stay with her due to his own commitment/intimacy issues ;-; ). And even if it was technically more of a pettiness move to theme her party around hating Blitz... in a way, its lowkey kinda sweet how much she wanted to help others "heal" from heartbreak? Aww... 🥺 Idk, do I still wish Verosika could've been more of the "major" character focus here (as Fizzarolli was in his past couple eps)? Absolutely. But for what its worth... I had fun watching her as I did💗 (& hopefully this won't be the last time Verosika appears story-wise, cause oml imagine the bonding potential of her, Blitz & Fizz as a reunited trio lol)

-That one incubus dude that flirted with Stolas (+kissed him) at the end seemed like a chill dude. Even if he most likely won't appear again, his vibe was fun to watch lol.

-OH, we finally get to see Mrs. Mayberry again, sweet~! :> ...and, she's apparently dating Martha now? Huh, thats... interesting, I guess? .3. (*wonder what happened to her husband/kids tho, 'cause I kiiiinda thought they would've landed in Hell too ngl-*)

...aaaaand okay yeah, that'll cover the Positives I've got atm. Now for The Negatives... ohhhhh boy:

-I... guess I'm not super alone in this opinion rn from what I've read from other fans, buuuuut... Stolas can you shut your entitled-hypocrite-mouth up for five minutes, please?? 🤦‍♀️Like, I know the dude's still reeling from how "Full Moon" ended, so him being in a mixed mood is to be expected tbh... but omllllll the way he was just SO smug, dramatic and pushy about being the "good guy" in how he & Blitz ended (-as if HE wasn't the one who set up their whole "transactional" dynamic since the start of the freakin' show?? =_=), even whining about the events of "Western Energy" (-when all Blitz was doing was prioritizing his daughter's well-being at the hospital, like a good dad should), was just... seriously?? >> Like... yes, Blitz may be a whole mess himself with how he's treated others (esp poor Verosika 💔), but that does NOT make Stolas a saint with how he handled things himself. From hanging the Grimoire over Blitz's head, creeping on him again & again, practically ragdoll-ing the poor guy's feelings during the crystal exchange (not even skipping a bit when Blitz was close to crying), aaaaand not to mention...

...so like, tell me how I'm expected to believe Blitz is the one who needs to do all this apologizing/groveling... WHEN HE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO STOLAS EXCEPT (RIGHTFULLY) CALLING THIS BLUEBLOOD BIRD OUT ON HIS BS?? 😑

*sighs* Sorry, didn't mean to get heated there but... yiiiikes is this show sending so many mixed messages of where I'm supposed to stand with these two, I can't keep up anymore- 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

-As much as I get what the ep was trying to do in having Blitz see past his own ego/apologize to others… Iiiiii'd be lying if I said I didn't feel just a tad bit uncomfortable at the increasing Blitz hate, throughout the party-sequence ^^; Like, I know he's a shitty guy who's done shitty things, and absolutely he needs to recognize how much he's hurt those like Verosika (& his other exes)… buuuuut tying into my previous point, it just rings rather unfair that most of this seems mostly spurned from him rejecting Stolas, of all people? ._. When… again, they were NEVER an actual couple like him & Verosika were, instead were just a simple once-a-month hookup deal that soured 'cause of Stolas' mess of a "confession"… y'all really expect me to believe Blitz is the bad guy for not immediately accepting the "feefee's" of a privileged, horny prince (aka: the one who did hold the Grimoire over his head since S1's "Murder Family")? …Ehhhh, sorry but I am NOT buying that crap lmao -x- 👎

[dansevilpianotea]

who do you think is more Crowley coded and who is more Azira coded out of dnp?

i set myself hourly notifications ever since you send the ask and it still took me this long to answer, im so sorry 😭

to answer your question:

It might seem like obvious that dan is crowley coded and phil is azira coded because of their aesthetics and personality but stating that as that is too simple for me. lets break it down:

dan is like crowley in the obvious sense of having that edgy aesthetic and always needing to question things while phil is the one with the light aesthetic who enjoys what is happening despite the problems it has. just watch them play the game of life.

this reminds me of this quote from a book ive read for uni which really stuck with me:

so yea, dan is the social scientist who points out what most people miss and phil is the one who tells us that we shouldn't wallow in defeat of it but make our own meaning out of it. and we need both! they are like ying and yang, like crowley and aziraphale in that way.

crowley who questions heaven and thusly falls, but then doesnt stop questioning hell because he doesnt see the world in black and white, good actions and bad actions.

i think dan for a long time was not like that. i say this with the utmost respect but if you look back, his branding was usually self deprecating jokes and at least to me personally it felt like his perspective was pessimistic. he always made sure to leave a positive message but to me it felt like a wish for a better future, not a feeling of certainty that it will be better.

Phil on the other hand is very much like that:

Phil is like aziraphale and me in the sense that he gets irrationally worried about things,

but it is dan who literally did a tour about his worries of the world ending, with branding and all:

and yet:

phil and crowley both have that rational optimism, the sense that things will be okay. but aziraphale does not give up in-spite of the odds being against them. in s1 he refuses to run away to alpha centauri because he believes that they should stay and fight. that there is still hope. he does not accept that the world will end. but its crowley who sparks the idea of aziraphale raising the antichrist with him. its aziraphale who tells angel crowley of armageddon , and its why crowley gets upset and questions the almighty.

so my point is that phil has aziraphale's light aesthetic vibes and his fear of near doom but crowley's certainty that everything will be okay in the end despite it.

dan on the other hand has crowley's edgy dark aesthetic, his cynicism and sense of questioning belief systems, but also aziraphale's determinism to fight what he is sure is a losing battle/the end of the world because he wants to believe that it is possible that everything will be okay (that being the message of wad/ywgttn/big/etc...)

i want to talk a bit about 'dark/light polarity'. what we mean by that is two sides of the same coin. yin and yang:

☯️

they depend on each other, they interconnect and intertwine. be it real people or fictional characters, it is never a clear black and white binary, because what the characters have something that the other lacks and when they come together they become a whole. plato said humans once had 4 legs and feet, and then got split in half by zeus to punish us to live our lives yearning to be connected with the other half of our soul/coin, our soulmate. they carry sth of each other within them because there are shards that got broken in the middle when the being was split and were forced to choose sides.

so even tho it might seem like dan is more like crowley coded and phil is more aziraphale coded because of their light/dark aesthetic, there's many things of both in each of them and thats what makes it interesting and real to us.

[littlemissomega]

Viral

PornStar!Natasha x Influence Y/N

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

Author’s Note: Hey luvs! Sorry it took so long for me to post something! Not my best work, but here you go!

“Hey guys! It’s Y/N Y/L/N! So, for today’s live stream, I’lll be accepting questions, dares, and video ideas! Within reason, of course!”

Y/n smiles brightly into her camera as it records. She started doing videos about a year ago and quickly became a popular influencer in her community. She tugs a fallen curl behind her ear and grabs her phone, viewing her live’s chat.

“Okay, from !booboo cakes ‘What’s it like living with the Avengers? Well it’s definitely… an experience! It was kinda a culture shock to go from living with my aunt to living with a bunch of superheroes and gods from outer space! But at the end of the day, even though they’re faster and stronger than most, they are still pretty normal, I guess? We still fight over who’s gonna do the dishes and what movie to watch just like any group of friends living together!”

Y/N skims through the comments popping in and chooses the next one.

“What is it like partying with the #Avengers and who gets the drunkest? Umm expensive! They’d spend the monthly grocery budget on booze if they could! But they’re definitely party animals. And as far as the turtle of drunkest; Thor, Bucky, and Tony always fight for that,”

It continues like that for a while. Someone asks for a tour of her room, which she gives, another asks to see the training room. When she sees her girlfriend’s name in a comment, her eyes pop to it.

“How are things going with Natasha?” Y/N cheeks flush, “Y’all are so nosy! But if you must know, things are going great!” 

A flood of comments like ‘omg she's totally blushing’ and ‘they’re so cute together!’ stream through the chat.

Most of Y/N’s most popular videos and vlogs include Natasha, more specifically Natasha making crude comments that make Y/N blush and stutter on camera, and when Natasha’s hands stay a little more than appropriate. 

YN’s account is by no means for kids. She openly talks about relationships, sex, and other more sensitive topics. No one under the age of 18 can view her account. But Y/N’s followers never fail to go crazy when Tasha sneaks up behind her to kiss her neck while she records, or joins her for Q&As or dancing TikToks.

But her channel is also popular because of Natasha’s. Natasha has an equally- maybe more popular- BDSM account. She also happens to be a part time prnstar.

Y/N is much shyer than Natasha, so Natasha has never really touched her on her PornStarsToday account. But she often convinced Y/N to join her on her TikTok account. The videos spanned from Natasha demonstrated bandage knots, proper and safe ways to choke your partner, and safe word descosions. So it’s not like she bent Y/N over a counter and recorded fucking her, but it made Y/N wet all the same. As soon as Natasha stopped recording, Y/N never failed to get pulled apart thoroughly.

The dinging of Y/N’s phone snaps her out of her thoughts. She sees her girlfriend’s name again and doesn’t even read the comment before saying it aloud.

“Call Natasha’ Mommy’ on camera and see how she reacts- Oh!’ Y/N’s cheeks turn bright red and she looks away from her phone.

People aggressively like the comment and chime in with agreements.

“Y’all trying to get me in trouble!” Y/N laughs, still blushing, “Sorry, but I very much value my ability to sit and walk, thank you very much!”

But something in the back of her head jumps at the idea. She’d never called Natasha Mommy before. But she’ll never forget how Natasha reacted when Y/N called her Ma’am in bed for the first time.. Needless to say, Y/N couldn’t walk for two days after.

Y/N ponder the idea, becoming warmer at the idea of how Natasha might react. The warmth shoots straight to her core.

“Okay, okay, you horny fuckers, I’ll do it!” Y/N decides, feeling braver than usual, “let’s go find her,”

Y/N grabs her phone and camera before tip-going out of her room and down the hall.

Natasha is in the living room, read, when Y/N finally finds her. She doesn’t notice her at first, so Y/N props her camera up on the counter and starts recording on her phone as well for two angles.

Y/N prances over to Natasha, stopping within arms length. Tasha doesn’t look up, but a small smile forms on her lips, knowing Y/N is recording.

“Hi, mommy,” Y/n voice ever so innocently.

Natasha looks up slowly from her book. Her eyes take Y/N in, starting at her lips, then down to the strip of skin peeking out from her pink crop top, to her thighs barely covered in her short, flowy white skirt with flowers. She’s the definition of sexy innocence. Natasha’s eyes go dark and pool with lust, but she smirks a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Hi, Bunny,”

Y/’s knees go weak. Natasha only calls her Bunny when she’s about to pull her apart until she cries and begs and passes out from pleasure and pain She can’t help but let a whimper slip from her lips. Natasha smirks wider and the sound and grabs the backs of Y/N’s thighs, yanking her into her lap.

“Mommy,” the whimper slips from Y/N’s lips against her will. Natasha chuckles into her ear, lips moving to her neck.

“You’re making all sorts of mischief, aren’t you, Bunny?” Natasha croons.

Y/N lets out a small moan of response as Natasha sucks on her neck. The phone slips from her fingers, clattering to the ground.

“Drop something?” Natsha asks, amusement ringing in her voice.

“”Pick it up,” Natasha orders.

“But, Tasha, it’s record-” Y/”N starts.

“That’s not my fucking name,”

Y/N falls silent.

“Pick. It. Up.” Natasha orders again, slowly and firmly.

Y/N obeys, leaning over the arm of the chair and retrieving her phone. She goes to end the live stream, but Natsha stops her; taking and prying the phone from her fingers. Y/N’s eyes go wide as Natasha props it up on the coffee table before returning to kissing her neck. Y/N’s face is bright red.

“M-mommy, it’s still recording!’ Y/N voices, struggling to string words together as her girlfriend rubs circles on her thighs.

“I know,” Natasha responds. Her lips stray to Y/N’s collarbone, and Y/N can’t help but tilt her neck back.

“People are watching, Mommy!”

“So, say hi to the followers!” Natasha buckles as she pushes Y/N’s crop top up, leaving her black, lacey bra on display.

Natawsha’s fingers skim the top of Y/N’s bra, but she stops.

“Do you remember your safeword?” she asks gently. Y/N nods.

“It’s red,”

The safeword is cliche and overused, but that’s the first word that had popped into Y/N’s head when Natasha asked her all those months ago.

“Good girl,” Natasha whispers before pulling the cup of her bra down..

And she moans. Natashia fucking moans at the slight of her girlfriend’s soft breast and hard nipples. She latches her mouth around one of the painfully hard peaks and swirls her tongue around it. Y/N’s hands fly to Natawsha’s hair and she teg gently.

On the coffee table, Y/”ns phone buzzes and dings as comments flood in like ‘sorry, did I click on the wrong girlfriend’s account?” and “RIP Y/”

“Mommy pleaseee,” Y/N whines breathlessly.

Natasha removes her lips from Y/N’s nipple just long enough to ask, “You were supposed to be accepting requests and questions in this video, right?”

Y/N nods, unable to form words as Natasha continues her tortuous licking . Heat floods Y/N’s core faster than comments flood her phone.

“Then I suppose we should leave the decision to the followers!’ Natasha turns to the phone, “Should I I fuck her now, or keep teasing?”

Tugging at Natasha’s hair, she grinds lightly against her; desperate for any form of stimulation. Natasha picks the phone up and scrolls for a moment, tsksing.

“Poor bunny, your followers aren’t very loyal! This is going to be a very long video for you!” Naatasha chuckles, “Oh, here’s the most popular comment! They think you should keep grinding your pretty pussy against my thigh , but not be allowed to cum!”

Y/ whimpers at the culmination of crude words and disappointment.

‘But Mommy-”

“No buts! Gotta give the people what they want!”

Electricity shoots through Y/N as Natasha gently tugs her panties off, brushing the sensitive skin.

“Fucking soaked!” Natasha tsks, examining Y/N’s panties before throwing them to the side.

Natasha presses Y/N further into her legging-covered thigh.

“Get started, bunny,”

Moans slip from her lips as she juts her hips forward, dragging her pussy against Natasha

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Natasha voices, attempting to egg her on.

Y/N squeaks as Natasha grabs her hips, grinding her against her harder.

“You’re adorable,” 

Y/N’s heart raises as she moves her hips back and forth, painstakingly slow.

“Faster,” Natasha orders like she read her mind.

Y/N obeys,digging her fingernails into Natasha’s shoulder. Her thighs start aching from the effort. Her core tightens as her clit drags against Natasha’s leg. The material is rough but slick with slit under her. Every drag and thrust does nothing to soothe the fire in her core, it just makes it stronger. She jults her hips up desperately and discovers a hard bulge in Natasha’s pants. She’s wearing a strap. Y/N’s hole throbs with the need to be filled.

“Mommy please! Need you so bad! Please, Mommy!” Y/N begs, forgetting about the camera for a moment.

“What do y’all think? SHould I give her what she wants?” Natasha asks the camera. 

Y/N braces her head against Natasha’s shoulder and groans.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N mumbles.

Natasha knees the flesh of Y/N’s ass and smirks.

“You look so beautiful, malishka. Let’s see if I get to fuck you yet,”

Natasha picks up the phone yet again and scrolls.

“Lucky bunny,” she smirks, “You get to ride my strap,”

Y/N almost cries at the words as Natasha pulls down the front of her leggings, a thick strap bouncing out.

“M-mommy! That’ll never fit like this!”

“I bet you can make it,” Natasha croons, thumb rubbing Y/N’s cheek.

Natasha never failed to choose long, thick straps despite her girlfriend’s smaller size. She loves watching how Y/N’s eyes glaze over and she cries when Natasha shoves the toy into her.

“But-”

“No buts,” Natasha repeats firmly, “Hop on it, bunny,”

Y/N’s hands shake as she goes to line the strap up with her squeezing entrance, but Natasha stops her.

“It’d be selfish to not like the followers see such a pretty little pussy! Come on, bunny!”

Natasha grips Y/N’s hips and flips her against in one sweeping motion. She’s now facing the coffee table, her back to Natasha.

“Mommy, I wanna see you!” Y/N whimpers.

“I know, luvie. Be a good girl for Mommy and ride her strap,”

Natasha lines her strap up with Y/N’s entrance, but Y/N doesn’t move.

“Momm-”

Natasha pinches her thigh and Y/N’s squeaks.

“Come one, luvie,” Natasha croons.

Y/N braces her hands on Natasha’s thighs as she slowly slides back onto the strap. Her entrance burns and she cries out as the thick strap stretches her. She gets almost a third of it in before she stops, tears burning her eyes.

“You’re only a third of the way there! I know you can do it, Bunny!”

“Mommy can’t!” Y/N babbles, a tear slipping down her hot cheek, “Too much!”

“Do you need some help, luvie?” Natasha croons.

Y/N nods, nails digging into Natasha’s legs. She whimpers as Natasha starts stroking her enlarged clit.

“I know, bunny,” Natasha soothes, “Your tiny baby pussy can hardly fit Mommy’s strap!”

Her other arm hooks around Y/N’s hips and slowly eases her down onto the strap. Y/N cries out at the unbelievable sense of fullness. She collapses back against Natasha, hissing at the shift. Her head lools against her shoulder. Natasha’s lips graze her ear.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and ride my strap. You look so pretty!”

Y/N lets out a mix between a huff, a sigh, and a whimper, but obeys. She can no longer hold her moans back as she lifts off Natasha’s lap, the strap sliding out a little, then back down. Her thighs burn as she repeats the movement. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room and Y/N blushes at the crude noise.She wants to touch Natasha so bad she can hardly stand it. Normally when they’re intimate, Y/N spends the whole time running her fingers all over Natasha’s body and holding her hands. She feels herself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace from the lake of comfort.

“Good girl,” Natasha purrs, “You look so pretty fucking youself on Mommy’s strap,”

She continues rubbing lazy circles on Y/N’s sensitive clit.

“Mommyyy, it hurts! Too big!” Y/N cries, her movements slowly.

“Aww, is Mommy’s fat strap too big for your little princess pussy?”

Y/N nods, not even processing the question.

“Then I guess I”ll have to stretch it out! Faster,”

Her leg cramps and everything aches as Y/N collapses against Natasha.

“Can’t, can’t,” she babbles, “Need help, Mommy,”

Y/N’s entrance throbs around the strap.

“Okay, luvie, shhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna help her baby cum,” Natasha soothes, pushing strands of hair off her sticky forehead.

Natasha’s fingers leave Y/N’s clit, causing her to whimper softly. She calms as Natasha knits one hand together with hers, the other going to her hip.Natasha lifts her hips from the chair and starts thrusting up into Y/N. 

“Oh!” Y/N cries, oher mouth forming an o, her eyes wide with pleasure.

The new angle causes the strap to rub every ridge in Y/N perfectly. Her climax building and she writhes.

“You acted so fucking innocent, but you must have known it would end this way, calling me Mommy for the first time, and on camera for that matter!” Natasha voices mocking in her ear.

“Oh fuck Mommy feels so good too much!”

Y/N’s skirt was long ago pushed to her waist, and it rubs against her skin. If she wasn’t so lost in pleasure, Y/N would be petrified at the idea of everything on display for all her followers to see. But she doesn’t even remember the camera anymore.

“Rub that poor clit, bunny,” Natasha orders. Y/N wordlessly obeys, moaning at the sensation.

“I’m g-gonna- '' Y/N starts, but a moan interrupts her and Natsha starts thrusting faster.

“I know, bunny. Cum for Mommy,”

A scream rips from her lips as she obeys, as if her body was waiting for Natasha’s permission. Heat ripples through her as her climax causing her vision to go starry and black. The shred of her consciousness left hears her babbling and moans towards Natasha as she starts coming down. Natasha slows down slightly, but not much. Y/N’s hand falls lip on her clit, but Natasha replaces it with her own. Sensitivity spikes through Y/N, snapping her out of her post climax haze.

“T-too much!” Y/N voices breathlessly

“You can do it, luvie. Just one for time for Mommy<” Natasha purrs in her ear.

“Can’t can’t can’t can’t Mommy can’t!” Y/N chants as her next climax building, threatening to push her over that cliff yet again.

“Yes you can, baby. Just one more, then you’re all done,” Natasha croons.

“Mommy I feel funny,” Y/N squeaks as an odd feeling builds in her core. Not her approching orgasum, but something else.

“Just one more time,” Natasha repeats, panting slightly, “Be a good little bunny and cum one more time.

Babbles and please slip from Y/N’s tongue as her climax hits her like a height train. She feels some kind of hot liquid squirt from her body before blacking out completely.

When Y/N awakens, her whole body is warm and comfortable. Her eyelids flutter open and she finds herself wrapped in Natasha’s arms in their bed.

“Hi, pretty girl,'' Natasha chuckles softly into her ear, “You were out for a hot second,, luvie. How a feeling?”

A heavy sense of exhaustion and leftover bliss hangs over Y/N.

“Good,” Y/N mumbles into Natasha's chest. That’s all she can manage with how subby she still feels. Natasha knows how deep Y/N slipped into subspace.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,”

Y/N’s dap hair is cold against her bare shoulder. Natasha must have put her in the bath.

“What happened?” Y/N asks.

“You squirted everywhere, maluska,” 

Y/N looks up from her spot nestled into Natasha.

“I what?” she asks.

Natasha smirks at her before pressing her back into her chest.

“Shhh baby. You did so good,”

Y/N gives up and sinks back into her, inhaling her scent.

“I love you, ‘Tasha,” she mumbles.

“I know you too, Y/N,” Natasha smiles, kissing her head.

They lay like that for a long time before Y/N bolts up, wincing at the pain shooting through her core.

“The camera-”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Nasha laughs gently, pulling Y;N back down, “You’re famous, baby,”

Y/N blushes at what the video must hold, how desperate she was.

“M-Maybe we can…watch it later?” y?n suggests almost inaudibly.

Natasha’s soft laughter rings through the room.

“Maybe,” she smiles.

Y/N grabs her phone off the nightstand.

“Not right now, baby! You’re still too sensitive,” Natasha explains gently.

“I know!” Y/N responds, clicking the phone on.

Her eyes widen at the amount of notifications and text on her phone. And her number of followers.

“How did I get so many new followers?” she asks, scrolling down.

Her face blushes bright red when she sees the first video pop up, and her eyes linger on the number o

“One and a half milllion vie-”

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hey queen!!

i've been thinking of tyler x roadie!reader, where she's in charge of making sure their wardrobe is in order! lots of banter backstage and tension-filled costume fittings 😈

maybe tyler experiences some kind of malfunction on stage, causing reader to come rushing out to help him. while turned away from the audience trying to fix his outfit, reader teases tyler about the situation, which leaves his face bright red while he's trying to perform 🫣

i hope exams are treating you well!!

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Wardrobe - Tyler Joseph x Roadie!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1144

A/N: Sorry my stuff is getting shorter :( exams went well tho! Hopefully you enjoy this one. I haven't written a tyler fic in a while so it's nice to finally get a request for my baby hehe

The hum of the crowd filtered through the backstage walls, muffled but electric, as I fidgeted with the final buttons on Tyler’s jacket. My job wasn’t glamorous, but I loved every chaotic part of it. Tour life meant being part stylist, part therapist, and part magic, but my main focus was wardrobe. And right now, Tyler was standing in front of me, arms outstretched like a mannequin, as I worked my magic.

“You’ve got two minutes, Y/N,” Tyler said, glancing toward the door that led to the stage. He looked down at me, a small smirk slapped across his face. I could tell he was trying to remain calm, but the nerves showed in the way his foot tapped against the floor.

“Relax,” I replied, tugging the hem of his jacket into place. “You’re gonna be fine. You always are.”

“Not if my pants fall off mid-song,” he quipped.

“That’s what I’m here for.” I shot him a cheeky grin, earning a chuckle. Moments like these, the banter and the easy camaraderie, were what made the job worth it. Tyler had a way of making everyone feel like they belonged, even when the pressure was sky-high.

Satisfied with his outfit, I stepped back to inspect my work. Black jacket with silver accents? Perfectly fitted. Pants? Secure. Mic pack? Discreetly clipped to his waistband. “You’re good to go,” I announced, brushing a stray thread off his shoulder. “Now get out there and do your thing.”

He flashed me a grin, his excitement palpable now. “Thanks. You know, you’re the best.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” I shot back, already moving to tidy up my kit. But as I turned away, I felt the warmth of his gaze linger a little longer than usual, like he wanted to say something more. It left a faint flutter in my chest, though I quickly brushed it aside. Just work, Y/N, I reminded myself.

The next thirty minutes passed in a blur of tasks. Between organizing costumes for the next set and making sure the crew had everything they needed, I barely had time to breathe. But I always kept one ear tuned to the stage. Tyler’s voice carried through the monitors, and I could picture him moving across the stage, commanding the crowd like only he could. He had this way of captivating everyone, including me, though I’d never admit it out loud.

Then, it happened.

At first, I didn’t register the commotion. The tech crew’s radios crackled with chatter, but I was busy double-checking the next costume change. It wasn’t until I heard Tyler’s voice, sharp and urgent, that I froze.

“Uh, Y/N? Can you get out here?” His tone was strained but playful, as though he was trying to mask whatever disaster had struck. My heart leapt into my throat.

Grabbing my kit, I sprinted to the stage entrance. A stagehand gestured wildly toward the center of the stage, where Tyler stood with his back to the crowd. His hand was clutching his jacket, and even from a distance, I could tell something was off.

I didn’t have time to hesitate. I ducked past the speakers and onto the stage, staying low to avoid the spotlight. Tyler half-turned, catching my eye, and muttered, “The zipper’s stuck. I can’t get it down, and I need this jacket off for the next song.”

“Of course it is,” I muttered under my breath. “Turn around.”

The crowd roared as Josh took over with an impromptu drum noise battle with them, buying us precious seconds. Tyler pivoted so his back was to the audience, shielding me as I worked. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, which had somehow snagged on the fabric. The lights were hot, the pressure immense, but I forced myself to focus.

“This is a first,” I teased, keeping my voice low. “Wardrobe malfunction in the middle of a show? Guess I’m earning my keep tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tyler muttered, but his voice wavered, and I caught the edge of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. Nothing like a little mid-show chaos to keep things interesting.” I finally managed to free the zipper and yanked it down, freeing him from the jacket. As my hands brushed against his, his breath hitched for a fraction of a second. It was so subtle, I almost missed it.

“There. Crisis averted.”

Tyler slipped the jacket off and shot me a look over his shoulder. “Thanks.”

I smirked. “Anytime, rock star.” My tone was light, but there was a faint tension that hung in the air, an unspoken undercurrent that made the moment feel heavier than it should have. I stepped back toward the shadows, but not before catching the faintest hint of pink creeping up his neck. Tyler Joseph, unflappable frontman, blushing? I filed that away for later, already grinning as I disappeared backstage.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch, but my mind lingered on those brief moments on stage. The feel of his jacket beneath my fingers, the warmth of his skin brushing mine—it shouldn’t have stuck with me, but it did. And the blush? That was new. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, wondering what it meant, if anything.

Backstage after the show, Tyler found me as I was packing up my kit. He was still flushed from the performance, his hair damp with sweat, but his grin was as bright as ever.

“Nice work tonight,” he said, leaning against the doorway, his voice softer than usual.

“You too,” I replied, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. “Even with the whole zipper fiasco.”

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, thanks for saving me. Apparently we do need you.”

“It’s my job,” I said, giving him a playful salute. “But you owe me. Next time, maybe don’t test the limits of your wardrobe ten minutes before showtime.”

Tyler’s smile widened, but his gaze lingered on me, unreadable. There was a beat of silence before he finally spoke. “How about I make it up to you? Dinner? My treat.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Are you asking me out, Joseph?”

“Depends. Are you saying yes?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes searched mine, as if the answer mattered more than he let on.

I considered him for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest. Then, I grinned. “Sure. But only if you promise not to make me change your outfit at the last second again.”

He laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that sent warmth spiraling through me. “Deal.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t help but smile. Tour life was chaotic, unpredictable, and exhausting. But moments like this? The way he looked at me, the way his laughter lingered in my ears—they made it all worthwhile.

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